#like back off im changing my brand not the content

[ashesandsuds]

Okay but this actually made me laugh, because when you announce you want to change your name, some parents (mine) will act so distraught like "omg how dare you want to change your name !! the name WE gave you !!" and turns out that name has really no special meaning and they just thought it was a good name and that's about it. like surprise, turn out I also think my new name is a GOOD name and I like it better, so. yeah.

[bratreligion]

LOOK WHAT YOU DID FEATURING CONNIE SPRINGER | CHAPTER ONE

“and i’m feeling something new, i can’t explain it, heart racin’. and it only beats for you, i can’t resist. oh, look what you did.”

SYNOPSIS after three or so years of living the single life, you run into famous music producer, connie springer who would later change your life forever.

CHAPTER ONE wc 3k smth ngl im lazy, no content warnings needed i think, haven’t been here in a minute i hope yall like it because i’ve never done a series before! :D

it was a quiet saturday, the soft, consistent chatter of season two of the vampire diaries mindlessly sounded from your tv, its purpose being background noise for the evening. as you wiggled your left toes under the led lights of your gel dryer, you finished cleaning up the edges of the polish on your right toes. it was the last thing you had planned to do for the day after running yourself a hot bubble bath, enveloping yourself in the soothing embrace of lavender infused body oils, and gently massaging the silky blend down your thighs and calves. as the week ended, it didn't take much to indulge yourself and feel truly pampered. working full time as a makeup artist could be exhausting, but the money made it all worthwhile. Some nights, all it took was a bottle of wine to unwind.

a little ‘beep’ chirped from the machine, signaling the polish was dry. you smiled as you stretched your legs out, proudly admiring the design you managed to draw on your toes. going for something simple, an hour prior, you had drawn french tips on your toes, painting little pastel hearts every other toe, nothing too special, but certainly on brand for you. fingers tapping the polish a few times, you ensured the last coat was completely dry before slipping your legs off the bed, sinking your manicured feet into the soft, warm cushion of your baby blue care bear slippers, the cotton soothing the soles of your feet. ss the clock approached 5 pm, a gentle rumble in your stomach hinted that dinner was still a ways off. yet, the craving for a snack tugged at you. you started making your way toward your bedroom door, eager to rummage through the kitchen until the erratic buzzing of your phone vibrated through the floor.

you sighed dramatically, not the slightest bit surprised by reading the contact name attempting to reach you. you grasped the device, feigning annoyance as you answered the phone. your brows furrowed slightly, anticipating the exchange, knowing you loved it when ymir called. “man, what do you want?”

“yo, shut up, you’re not even doing anything.” ymir huffed, scowling. she was seated in her jeep wrangler, the blacked out interior and tinted windows all too familiar because she was constantly on the go. her dark brown curls framed her freckled face, diamonds dancing on the chain her girlfriend had bought her, sporting a new white designer hoodie from a brand you didn’t even know the name of. you had to admit, the girl could clean up nicely. “so, look, my cousin is co-hosting a block party on the north, and before you say you aren’t coming, i never said you had a choice. get dressed.”

you strolled over to your bed, falling back into the plushness of your mattress, rolling your eyes as you blew a raspberry. nine times out of ten, you only left the house because of ymir, her extroverted nature heavily differing from your meek self. while most friends in relationships abandoned you, ymir and her girlfriend were frequently coercing you into coming out of your condo, even snatching you out of your room from time to time. you knew what the deal was when she called. “‘mir, i told you last night that i don’t want to come out this weekend. besides, a block party sounds like too much, especially if eren’s hosting.”

ymir sucked her teeth, laughing in annoyance. “girl, i don’t wanna hear that. get up, it’ll be fun. you act like an old ass lady.” if anyone else had been on the phone, you would have hung up minutes ago. it had been some time since you had seen ymir, as your busy schedule had prevented you from taking too many personal days. the two of you had gone from seeing each other four times a week to once every other weekend. you chuckled as you shook your head, knowing your arguments fell on deaf ears when it came to her. besides, you did miss her.

you sat up, making your way over to your vanity, propping the phone against the mirror as you sat on the furry stool. “whatever, lil’ girl, are we matching today or what?”

she grinned, displaying her teal braces as she bounced in her seat, gripping the steering wheel. “hell yeah, i know you’ve got something orange and white. i’ll be there in thirty.”

time slipped away as you stood before the mirror, a radiant smile spreading across your face after your conversation with ymir. you couldn't help but admire yourself, feeling a rush of confidence as you took in your reflection. “pretty” wasn’t even the word to describe how you looked. you stood comfortably in your orange and white dunks, adjusting the light wash denim mini skirt you paired with a white, long sleeve bodysuit and an orange puffer. your braids dangled down your back, the curls in each braid making the style fuller. by the time you’d finished accessorizing with jewelry, ymir was outside, blasting the usual rap music you had grown used to. 

you were familiar with the area the block party was in, having been on the north side for outings several times before. the street thrummed with life, a vibrant array of people coming and going, their laughter and conversations blending harmoniously with the pulse of music that flowed through the air. as you stepped out of the car, the smell of weed traveling with the cool september air engulfed your senses, and it didn’t smell like anything ymir had smoked on the ride there. as ymir led you around, she was greeted by at least ten people who asked who you were and why they had never seen you before. ymir ignored their questions. like her infamous cousin, she was well known. sometimes you thought that if you hadn’t met her in the eighth grade, you would’ve never crossed paths. 

“yo, cuzzo!” ymir screeched, jogging towards eren, who pulled her into a hug as he dapped her up. you had known eren almost as long as ymir, and saying they were two peas in a pod would be an understatement. if they were not meant to be cousins, they would have been twins. not only did they share the same goofy, playful personalities, but they also looked alike. as much as it pained you to admit it, due to his player nature, eren always looked good. a gold chain rested on his black wife beater that appeared too tight for his muscled chest and his long, brown locks in his usual low bun. his smile was something of its own, sensual and overly sexy. eren was fine, no doubt about it, but you knew that regardless of all his flirting over the years, he was worse than ymir before she met her girlfriend. he was sex on legs–a walking red flag.

“what’s up, ‘mir!,” eren cheekily grinned, geeked to be around his cousin. his eyes shifted to you, doing his usual shameless eyeing at your figure and face, his smile turning devious. “oh, you brought, miss hollywood. come here, girl, where my hug at?”

giggling, you smacked your lips, striding towards eren and hugging him, squealing as he held you close. “hi, eren, nice to see you too.” 

eren grinned at you. “i haven’t seen you in hellas, where you been?”

shifting in your shoes, you tilted your head to the side, playing coy. “working, man. you know i don’t get a break. these celebrities work the hell out of me.”

he threw his arm around you, biting down on his lower lip. “you work too hard, i’ve been telling you about that. forget them. call me when you wanna do a full beat.” his joke got a small laugh from your lips, but it was interrupted when a voice across the lot called his name, diverting his attention. you brushed off the interruption, leaning casually against eren’s car while sharing a laugh with ymir as she blew guava mango scented smoke from her geek bar into the atmosphere. 

“man, he’s gonna feel like he won the election the day you let him giggle you out them victoria’s secret panties, i swear to god,” ymir mumbled, laughing harder as you swatted her leg. she leaned over, watching eren as he talked, and you, being just as nosy as she was, watched alongside her. next to him stood a man a few inches shorter, maybe standing at 5'9, modeling an overgrown silver toned blonde buzzcut. he wore a pair of black chrome hearts sunglasses on his lower nose bridge, but it did little work at hiding who he was underneath, his facial features all too familiar. you squinted as you scanned his outfit, which was a white jersey with pink and yellow lettering on his torso, paired with oversized jean shorts with ragged edges. the sight of his exclusive black and yellow louis vuitton sneakers left you speechless, recalling how you had seen the shoes before, but in person and not online.

you thought about the last time you’d done someone’s makeup for a big event around two weeks ago. you always wore a mask when you worked, regardless of how comfortable you were because most of the time, your client wasn't the only person in the room. that day, you’d done at least four looks, and the final one was for mikasa ackerman, a singer who had become a well known name in the alternative pop genre. it wasn’t the first time you’d done her makeup, however, things were different due to the presence of a certain music producer, constance ‘connie’ springer. it had been a long day, and as much as you wanted to fangirl in your head, you were too tired. you were used to being around people of all different statuses, so you didn’t pay him much mind as he and mikasa discussed the production details for her upcoming album. the last thing you remembered from that day was watching the shoes strut out the dressing room door, wishing you had a pair.

you gasped, your hand instantly finding ymir’s forearm, unintentionally digging your nails into the skin. she winced, slapping your hand, looking at you as if you were a mad woman. “girl, what the hell?”

“ymir, you didn’t tell me eren knew connie fucking springer?” you raised an eyebrow, ymir’s eyes nearly bursting out of their sockets as she looked closer at the figure by eren. connie springer, the producer behind most of the albums released in the past four years, each of which had spent a considerable amount of time on the charts, was standing next to eren, who wasn't famous for much besides his parties and his performance in bed. they were casually chatting as if their conversation were completely ordinary.

“no fuckin’ way.” she whispered. while ymir was in full fangirl mode, completely captivated by the realization that connie's producer tag graced almost all of her favorite tracks, each one now infused with an extra layer of excitement seeing the talent behind them, connie and eren were looking in the direction where you and ymir stood. eren looked back and forth between you and connie, but connie’s eyes set on you. you felt small under his gaze even though he was at least twelve feet away from you, and the pool of interest settling into his golden orbs wasn’t visible, but you could feel it. he removed his sunglasses, tucking them into his back pocket, and now, you were sure his attention was on you. he wore a smirk like no other as he took in each one of your unique features to the best of his ability, distance aside. you swallowed.

“yo, [♡], come here for a second!” eren shouted, his fingers making a motion, signaling for you. you froze, gripping that same spot on ymir’s arm. she stood by you in shock, yet a shit eating grin spread across her lips. she laughed, placing her hands on your shoulders, and pushing you in their direction. you wanted to move, not phased by the fact a famous person was in your vicinity, speaking with someone you had known for years, but more so in awe at the fact that they were likely–no, were, talking about you. it made you nervous and you never got nervous around people like him.

“go see what they want, scary ass!” she giggled, shoving you, earning a nasty scowl from you as you looked back.

you gave her the middle finger, the french tip acrylics on your nails making the gesture seem even more impactful. “you suck.”

a pit of nerves bubbled in your stomach as you made your way over to the pair, shoulders suddenly tense and your skirt riding higher with each step. attempting to look nonchalant, you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your jacket, ignoring how sweaty they grew as connie’s gaze became more apparent with every inch you moved. you tried to relax, only focusing on eren as connie’s eyes drilled holes into your head, as if he was daring you to look at him, to give him that attention he was so used to receiving. if anything, your refusal, unfamiliar to him, was intriguing. eren struggled to suppress a grin, his vibrant green eyes flickering playfully between you and connie, a glint of mischief twinkling in his gaze. “[♡], this is my boy, connie. you know him, right?”

you looked everywhere but connie’s eyes, settling on his lips but not before giving eren a stern look, nowhere near amused by his antics. “yeah, of course. i’ve seen him while working a few times too.” voice soft and sweet.

the man spoke, sending chills down your back as if it was the first time you’d heard his raspy, colorful tone. you’d heard him talk before, but it was nothing compared to how attractive he sounded now, speaking with deep intention and curiosity with a few simple words. five words melted off his tongue like honey. “but i don’t know you.”

you giggled, concealing that it was more of a nervous laugh. you weren’t the tallest, standing at five feet and four inches, but his lean figure was suddenly taller than it was two weeks ago, towering over you. he was confident as always, just on the brink of cockiness but in a way that made him so, so fine. and his thick accent was a whole other thing. “oh, i wouldn't expect you to, i'm just a makeup artist. i usually wear my mask with my clients, anyway.” you said, clearing your throat.

he closed the distance between you, the air thickening as the space between you vanished. by now, eren had walked off, somewhere with ymir watching the scene unfold, the pair giggling like school girls. the way he was moving gave you no choice but to look up into his eyes. he was finer in person, but up close and personal he was just as handsome as everyone said he was. his lips were somewhat full, a tiny freckle underneath the minty layer of chapstick on his lips. it was as if he didn’t blink, those long brown lashes making his golden eyes more appealing. he was tan, but a faint blush had crept onto his cheeks, natural or due to the lack of space between you two.

“you’re real pretty, you know that, ma?” the sudden nickname and compliment made you smile, and if your skin wasn’t that lovely shade of brown, he would’ve noticed blood rushing to your cheeks. people constantly flirted with you. you were the epitome of beauty. still, you'd be lying if you said hearing the praise come from connie didn't make you feel some type of way. “i definitely would have noticed you earlier. what's your name? eren already told me but i think i'd rather hear you say it.”

you crossed your arms as you laughed, your eyes raking up and down connie’s handsome exterior. “It's [♡]. and, thank you, mr. springer.”

he sucked his teeth, rolling his eyes. “why you callin’ me that? you don’t gotta be formal wit’ me.”

you shrugged, giggling as you kicked the rocks on the ground. “excuse me for being polite, constance.”

he cringed at the mention of his birth given name, sliding his hands into his front pockets as he relaxed his posture. he looked at you as if you were a dream come true, still awestruck at how beautiful you were, his inner thoughts more telling. in the back of his mind, he made mental notes of little details about you, storing them in the file cabinet of his head. your edges were neat and intact under the hot sun, still swooped as if you had just done them. when you talked, your lips sparkled, the glitter in the lip gloss sparkling with every movement you made. he didn’t intend for his gaze to wander lower than your chin, but he noticed how your thighs wobbled when you walked towards him earlier. you were so damn pretty. “yeah, aight. so what’s up with you? i saw you over there lookin’ all fine, i had to ask ej about you.”

“what did you wanna know?”

“all about you, but only you can tell me all that.” connie sat against his car, a black ferrari with bright orange rims, legs spread. 

“look, connie,” you started as you crossed your arms, shaking your head. he looked at you attentively, resisting how badly he wanted to pull you in by your hips and between his legs, “i don’t get involved with a lot of people. you’re cute and all, but you’re famous. i work with your crowd, but i know better than to get romantically involved with anyone. besides, thousands of girls around here would be begging to have you in the backseat of their cars if they knew you were here.”

it pained you to have to reject a man this fine, but it was no secret men in the industry were bad to fool around with. they were always unfaithful, liars, and ungrateful for whatever godsent woman they had in their lives, and you had always told yourself you’d never be one of those women getting dogged out and embarrassed. connie was about one of the finest men you’d ever met, but you had set limits for yourself. connie had never been in a relationship the entire time he was a star, avoiding paparazzi or nosy fans whenever he had a little fling. he was also raised better than his peers in the industry who thought of women as accessories, unbeknownst to you. that being said, the frown on his lips was unpleasant as you spoke. he didn’t want you to assume he was like the men who let their status get to their heads. he wanted you to know the connie he stayed faithful to his entire time in the spotlight. 

“i understand, hermosa, i do, but that isn’t me. i’m not some entitled cabron that gets around. believe me, i have nothing but pure intentions with a lady like you.” while it sounded sweeter than a sugar code coming off of his tongue, it was the standard talk a guy gave you when he wanted to convince you he was different and not like the rest. you had heard all of the lines before. you betted your lashes slowly as you observed connie as he spoke, attempting to find sincerity underneath his words. truthfully, if he wasn’t so cute, you would’ve walked away after saying your peace, but something about the pout on his lips kept you right where you were. “let me know you, girl.”

you took a step closer, now in between his legs, a smile on your lips. you thought you’d be a fool to believe anything he was saying. he was connie springer, a millionaire, and you were supposed to trust he was interested in you, a mere makeup artist from a block party he happened to think was pretty? still, you couldn’t deny how alluring the whole ordeal was. “i wish i could tell you yes, i really do.”

connie smiled sadly, the diamonds that decorated his canines waving at you. you were just about the prettiest thing he had ever seen, he would’ve taken the rejection a bit harder if you hadn’t given him the time of day. “so what, i’m supposed to just forget about your fine ass?.” he licked his lips slowly, his voice almost seductive. 

you paused to consider his question, suspecting that by the time he met another girl at the event, he would forget the encounter, and both of you would return to your separate lives. “that’s up to you.”

that same pink shade of blush from earlier crept back up to the apple of his cheeks. “fasho, then.”

“don't trip, you'll see me around." you began walking off, looking back at him one last time with those pretty eyes as if you’d never see him again before making your way back to ymir, not missing the way he eyed your behind in the denim skirt. "bye, connie.”

“bye, mami."

[thetrasha]

oughfff tasha that rosinante request was just so!!! made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside

but i come to you with another idea for a fic!! id love to see kid with reader that is so oblivious to his (questionable) advances- i thought this would be fun because i feel he would have such a hard time facing these feelings. now imagine him trying to do something about this while reader just thinks hes had a change of heart suddenly? theyre happily oblivious to the catastrophe that is him. the crew is losing their mind. kid is on the verge of throwing himself off a cliff.

i hope this isnt too specific for you, i tried to keep it vague yet give you a somewhat solid idea. as always take care of yourself and make sure to give yourself a break once in a while :') the weather is absolute hell and frankly you posting content so frequently amazes me but its also?? kind of concerning?? i mean if you arent getting burnout from all that then im happy for you but please dont push yourself too much,,,

Hellooooo, I finally got to this request ╰(*°▽°*)╯It took some time, but here we are~

I'm so glad you liked the Rosinante request, Alien anon let me cook with that one LOL It's a totally different vibe from this Kid request - especially because the reader is a very special flavour of "oblivious", but I'm proud of both works 🫡So yeah, I think this one is pretty good, too :D Hope you like it! It wasn't too specific at all, this is perfectly fine <33 Heads up, yep it's pretty long too sigh

PS. It's so sweet that you're worrying about me, but fret not! I write because I love doing this... and I'm at the height of my creative zen right now. Things will screech to a halt once I go back to uni so I'm as free as I can be currently (●'◡'●) I do take breaks! :D But I'll take your words to heart, I promise

The Devil's in the Details

feat. KID

You’d originally been recruited… because of your looks. Now, don’t get him wrong – he didn’t keep you around as eye candy, it’s just that… the Kid Pirates were a rather unconventional-looking bunch of misfits.

As much as everybody tried to deny it, appearance mattered… and they couldn’t get any reliable information out of anyone without threatening them. They were all social rejects in their own right – too brutish, to brash, too strange.

In a way, it had become their brand, and Kid even expressed that he liked to strike the fear of God in people who were too weak to speak to someone like him… but it had become a liability as soon as they entered the Grandline, far away from the regular Four Oceans where threats actually accomplished something. Grandline natives inhabiting all kinds of extremes, from prehistoric summer islands to high tech snowy tundras, were absolutely used to looting and pillaging if they didn’t raise another pirate’s flag, marking their territory – they simply weren’t impressed by some rookie nuisances, comparing their bounties – the very same that got them everything they wanted in the South Blue – to the Warlords or the Emperors instead… In these waters, people were used to real apex predators.

The Kid Pirates were turning entire villages into bloodbaths, not just because these fools disrespected their ambitions but also because nobody would even let them rent a room at an inn.

You looked plain compared to them – an ideal spy.

Well, not what you signed up for initially, but it has indeed become your de facto job among the crew. And since you were so sweet, people easily gave up information that could be useful. That’s indeed how the Victoria Punk avoided being captured by the Navy several times. People were just… eager to talk when the person they’re talking to exudes calm security and peace.

Nobody even suspected that you were a pirate. To be honest, most people assumed you were a pretty noble that has lost their way and somehow ended up in rundown inns and hostels looking for a place to sleep and recoup alongside your “friends”.

Of course, your recruitment went well… as well as it could considering the circumstances back then.

You were sent to military school as a young child, getting an education that far exceeded that of the Officers of the Victoria Punk, but you didn’t use it to actually enlist in the Navy after graduating – you’d almost joined the Revolutionary Army instead. And just before you could sail to their base all by yourself, having been prejudiced against for being low-born yourself during school and experiencing all kinds of bullying, you saw a saviour in those that wanted to overthrow the system.

But you just had to ram the Kid Pirates head-on, the collision rattling both of your ships to their very core.

You’d been interrogated for days even though most of the crew agreed to throw you overboard and leave your survival up to fate, but Kid wasn’t so sure about that course of action.

You intrigued him.

In fact, you reminded him of himself.

If life hadn’t been so rigged against him, he might have followed into your footsteps as well. Nobody would ever know – but that look in your eyes, that fire… it mirrored his own.

You were headstrong and knew what you wanted, and you wouldn’t rest until you got it. In your case, at that very moment, that was justice. Clearly, you wanted to punish everyone who’s ever wronged you and hunt them down like the arrogant swine they are, but Kid could offer you something better than that:

He offered retribution.

And you’d proven yourself… time and time again.

For someone who was easily able to manipulate and mark persons of interest, you were a dense klutz, though.

It was harmless in the beginning; you spent most of your time around the Officers, not because you were one of them, but… because Kid ordered you to stay by their side, preferably his. Killer shook his head every time the Captain said something along those lines, very much knowing that you didn’t need protection.

Besides, you were warming up to them and they could see your potential now… and they’ve seen it up-close, too. You were… different.

The more conventional you looked, the less conventional was your fighting style. You fought less like a pirate – much less a member of the Kid Pirates – and more like a marine. Now, it had its reasons, of course. Kid was aware of that…

But it was actually fascinating to watch you compensate your lacking strength with a perfect technique. You could wield many weapons effortlessly as long as you could lift them, which made you a versatile combatant.

...Alas, Kid often refused to let you storm into battle. You were supposed to be a scout, someone who’s… digging up other people’s secrets – not gaining a bounty of your own.

If only you weren’t… you, though.

“Look at you clowns! Pathetic. I could have helped but someone sent me flying into the sea because I happened to wear a cobalt necklace.”, you sneered at Heat, Killer and Kid who’d gotten badly injured after the ruins of a burning house – one that Heat set on fire – crashed down upon them.

You had barely been in their vicinity, watching from the mere sidelines as your sword clashed with someone else's from the village’s militia. Of course, you found yourself far away from that place just seconds later – so suddenly that even your previous opponent had to process this as well.

Now, you were sopping wet, but didn’t feel any different… because you had no Devil Fruit powers and could swim perfectly fine. Wire had been lightly injured compared to the rest, mainly because he simply side-stepped with his gigantic legs and left the other men to their demise.

“You dare speak to me like that, (Y/N)?!”, Kid argued back with a smirk on his face, using his own powers on you again by lifting you off the ground and letting your feet dangle in the air. Droplets fell onto the wooden deck like he was wringing you out, and you just looked at him like a feral cat.

“Shut up! If I didn’t know it any better, I would say you were trying to get yourself killed. You almost got grilled and decided to drop ME into open water, MAN!!! Don’t you think before you do anything?!”

Killer, Heat and Wire just sweatdropped at the frustrated growl Kid let out.

...And it only got worse from there.

“Made me tea, Captain? What’s going on? Have you and Killer switched bodies or something?”, you joked, taking the cup out of his hands. It was a herbal mixture, but smelled pretty sweet – just how you liked it.

“Killer brings you tea?”, Kid asks, gritting his teeth before plopping down next to you.

Originally, he… he didn’t know why he needed to do this, actually.

You were just cosily snuggling into your blankets during leisure in the common room and the Captain had been stuck in his workshop all day. For some reason, he thought this would help him wind down.

He was evidently wrong.

“He does. I mean, not every single day, but he says that he’s there to boil water anyway.”

“You like it when a man does these things for you?”, he asked with a huff, hogging one of your blankets now.

“Eh? I don’t really care about that, Captain. Killer’s my friend – nothing else.”

“That’s not what I as- You know what? Fucking forget it.”, Kid grumbled.

“Geez… sorry, you grump. Killer’s all yours, Kid.”, you said, rolling your eyes.

And you swore his menacing aura sent shivers down your spine.

And worse…

“You’re insufferable. I hate you!”, Kid shouted with a blush as soon as you insisted he’d undress under your impatient gaze.

You’ve noticed that Kid’s stump had been plaguing him, painful tingles making him stop dead in his tracks whenever he had to lift what was left of that arm and perform everyday tasks without his metal prosthetic.

And because you cared about the Captain, you offered to massage the muscle that had been cut short, now left deformed... None of the other men would ever dare to ask to help him, especially since they were all so emotionally repressed. They’d probably rather die than be so casually affectionate instead of proving that they’re hardened criminals who ate nails for breakfast or something.

“The audacity.”, you chuckled in reply, watching as he stripped his jacket off.

You’d never tell anyone that he was quite cute being so blushy like that.

You felt around his maimed arm and shoulder, applying pressure to different parts that only earned yourself cool hums.

“Don’t be shy. I don’t mind some pretty hands all over my – FUCK! Warn a guy next time, bastard.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, squeezing that particular part on his stump again, which made him hiss this time. He tried to suppress it, but the pain became unbearable.

“Your entire shoulder is fucked up.”, you deadpanned.

“YOU DON’T SAY?!”, Kid growled, almost ready to look for his red jacket again and flee from your judgement… - he only wanted to look strong in front of you, “That’s your medical expertise?! Thank God I didn’t recruit you as a doctor, we would have all succumbed to scurv- Y-OUCH!”

You smiled wryly, slowly massaging the knot you’ve found, apologising profusely for hurting him.

Your touch became feather-light and… he didn’t hate the feeling. You were trying to gain the courage to squeeze that vicious knot again, probably remnants of his torn triceps that now dangled around there somewhere.

Although you were an amateur at best, he was… grateful. Your fingers might not have healed him, but they sure as Hell distracted him from the constant buzzing he felt there.

It might have lost its original meaning when he said it like that, but your hands were magical.

“You know, I could… return the favour… treat you just right…”, Kid tried to flirt, knowing that you were sharing a pretty intimate moment right now. He’s truly never been this close to you… and you were blindingly pretty if he was being honest.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I’d like to keep that arm, Captain.”, you winked, teasing back.

As always, you didn’t take him seriously at all.

Usually, he prided himself on that suave, deep timbre that vibrated in his chest… it worked like a charm, especially with people who were looking for danger.

Didn’t work on you though.

The next day, Killer wondered why Kid looked at you like you’d neutered him – his mean mug was… unsettling.

…Even worse…

“You’re drunk.”, you sighed, shaking your head at Kid who’d been downing shot after shot ever since your crew arrived at this bar.

It was strangely humid in here and the furniture looked… frail if not rotten. You refused to sit down and tried to convince everyone to get up and move to a different part of this island – one you’d seen with your own eyes, already banking on brokering a killer bargain for your overnight stay… breakfast included, of course.

You flushed, cheeks hotter than ever. If he looked close enough, he could probably see steam rising from your every pore.

“I can hold my liquor.”, Kid smirked, pawing at your own coat and trying to coax you into his lap, “You can sit here and even hang off of me. Makes me look good.”

You knew that Kid was… well, like this, but this was a new low even for him.

“That’s… no, Kid. I will not. You’re drunk.”

Heat left the table, knowing that he couldn’t continue watching this. He deliberately chose a seat that would have his back facing you guys. Killer wished, from the bottom of his heart, that he could leave, too, but that would only rile their captain up even further. It was a lose-lose situation, soon everybody would be caught in the crossfire.

“I want you all over me.”, Kid purred – which prompted Killer to leave no matter what his rationale demanded. This was… what the Hell was this, Captain?!

“I told you, didn’t I? You’re insufferable.”, he smirked seductively, but it didn’t come across that way at all.

“HUH?!”, you exclaimed, leaning forward as your eyes almost popped out of your skull…

You left the bar in a hurry, seemingly uncomfortable with the entire situation.

That was the last straw for Kid.

He thought he was obvious. There were plenty opportunities for you to show your desires… and at this point, he was embarrassing himself.

The next course of action would be to slowly cut you out of his life, even if it would break his heart. He’d never admit this to himself.

To save face, he smashed the table he was sitting at to pieces.

…Possibly worst of all, however,…

“You’re avoiding me.”, you muttered suddenly.

And Kid… had a heart attack.

He was sitting at his drawing board, brainstorming new ideas for a cool new invention that would help navigate the latter half of the Grandline… and he’d been so focused that he didn’t even hear that you entered his workshop. The very place that was taboo for everyone but him, but… fuck, he couldn’t even be mad at you.

“I haven’t.”, he snapped – knowing that he very much did indeed try to avoid you. It was… like torture.

He wanted you to be his, but you’d never accept it. You’ve made your disinterest clear and kept things strictly platonic between you. You probably were just as kind towards Wire… or – he shouldn’t finish that thought; he was so pettily jealous that he was about to shatter his jawbone from grinding his teeth against one another so hard.

Your eye twitched in frustration, a habit you picked up from him. If he was a better man, he would have visibly melted – this time, he just caved with a sigh.

“Okay. I have. What about it? Why do you care?! Leave me alone! Go and do something else, damn it. Scram.”

You smiled sadly – no, broken. It was nothing like the beautiful smile you put on when you were happy. This looked like it pained you. He never wanted to see it again.

“Killer sent me here…”, you confessed, breathing in –

And Kid almost roared in rage, balling his hand into a fist, silently debating whether he should just toss his best friend overboard.

– “So… because of him… I’m here to… confess that I like you! It’s alright if you want me to leave the crew now! I… can pack my thi-”

Yet before you could finish your sentence, Kid had already smashed your faces together.

His lips hotly chased yours – all tongue and all teeth.

It was messy, obnoxious and filled with passion that had just been bubbling under the surface. He did wonder how the Hell you missed his clues all the time but at the same time… you were you. Of course you wouldn’t notice a damn thing, casually oblivious to his advances.

His arm went to your throat, holding you in place – and subtly dominating you, just as payback for making him work for this moment. You were going to be the death of him.

He’s never loved anyone as fiercely as he loved you, probably never will.

“Don’t you fucking dare leave me now.”, Kid spoke, breaking the kiss before moving onto your neck.

He didn’t know what he was doing, but he just wanted to mark you – just in case anybody else would be as dense as you and think that you clearly aren’t his.

His hand slid down to your waist, squeezing the flesh before curling around you and holding you firmly in place.

“I want to be yours.”, he uttered, surprisingly softly.

Your hands found their way into his fiery red hair, gently stroking every strand as his lips founds yours again.

“Because you’ve always been mine.”, he added cockily, smirking when you breathed a chuckle into yet another kiss.

[c0smiccom3t]

AND NOW.... FOR A SPECIAL 3RD ANNIVERSARY UPDATE. (6/1/2024)

Hello friends, hello mutuals, hello dimension dyfenders fans and hello people who like indie cartoon/comic stuff in general! Comet here. Once Again. and this time i've got something ig this year. This was supposed to release on May 29th, but due to Ren not coming back for a long time because they needed to prioritize irl stuff, of course, we had to delay it.

But, but, BUT! thankfully I had a few things ready after all, however as for some other things else, we'll get to it much later, when the moment calls. Now, let's get off with the first one.

(warning, in case this update gets too long, i'll make a part two where i'll be able to link it through here.)

You Kinda... Look Different.

You may have noticed that Dislexo looks a bit different than usual (darker skin, a bit of shorter hair, etc.), in case you're wondering why... Yeah, you're about to find out.

So, while I was thinking and drawing up some D.D related stuff, I was brainstorming a little by my lonesome. All of the sudden, as I was making a new render for a character, I was like... "Wait a minute... What if I give Dislexo a new look which is a mix between a secretary and a butler but keep it's elements from what made their design unique?" and So, the new and improved Dislexo was born!

Honestly i'm proud of what they look like now. I just hope i won't (or will) get to redesign ALL of the cast again so suddenly lol! Anyways, thats just a small change I made, nothing too big. Now, let's get on something else... which is...

Pocket Adventures' current status + how's minisode 1 coming along

You might be asking inside your minds, "i wonder when more of minisode 1 will drop", "where are the new parts?"- Well, i got the answer. It'll only come only when im completely finished. However i havent been working much on it aside from making a few pages a few months ago, but hopefully this summer i may get back to it and finish it all up if i can. The final script is 73% percent complete, as for the comic itself, let's just say its 58%. I promise you i'm taking my time with delivering everything i can for this minisode. However i might republish the minisode with the series' current artstyle if it ever comes out physically (or either when I'll have the time or energy to do it.) So, now, you may be wondering: "But Comet, what do we do while we wait." Well you're not gonna believe this.

No, it's not an extremely late april fools post! We got new stuff coming soon, recently i've been brainstorming some ideas for brand new content, and you know what? It came to me, HERE'S WHAT'S COMING!

MORE TOONIES COMING YOUR WAY!

THAT'S RIGHT, after months of hiatus, Toonies is coming back with more strips! This time, since summer's coming around, i'll try to post and make more of them and even schedule the finished ones! We got even more covers for it coming, but for now, here's one of them!

More comics are not only gonna explore more of the Dyfenders' and the Dajo Crew's everyday lives in-and-out of their superhero/Villain occupations, we are also going to focus on much more on other characters (at least some of them), and some will last for a few more pages longer! No arcs though, sorry. But hey, you're getting more wackiness as a treat! Now, i know i said this year is not gonna be big like the other two years we had, but...

NEW SPECIAL CURRENTLY IN DEVELOPMENT!

THAT'S RIGHT! We're working on a new special to commemorate our three years! Thought it'd be a nice adiction to this year, we may not reveal the logo and it's title yet, but we can tell you what the sypnosis is about!

You're all invited to the biggest night in the Omniverse, right across it's stars, cosmos, galaxies and portals! Both the Dimension Dyfenders and the Dajo-Crew are crossing the red (or should we say, blue) carpet in this brand new 3-part special! Prince Dajo-Voo has a new plan on how to take over the gala, all while he tries to self-control himself from doing the same explosive incident he did back then. The Dyfenders may be having a great time at the gala, but rest assured, they'll be sure to keep a close eye on him. Here's to a Rift-errific and (hopefully) trouble-free gala!

As a bonus, when the production on all three parts are done, we'll be posting Toonies comics related to the special, which may feature a new character who will debut later on in Pocket Adventures! We don't know when it'll exactly be out, my guesses would be either summer, september or next May 2025. But rest assured, we'll be working on it, but we won't rush it out.

So... What's next?

Honestly, i can't really tell. But I can assure you i still have so may plans for this series, plans that will be put in action in the far-off future. What i really hope to do is to make animated shorts as well, not just Toonies strips, pocket adventures minisodes and comic dubs of it. Maybe if we'll ever make a backerkit or a kickstarter for it and get a budget, it might happen (along with more VAs joining in.) Speaking of VAs, in case you're a VA and you haven't auditioned yet, anytime is the right time! (this is still a test leap, but if it succeeds it may go further.)

but for now, we're sticking to comics, and then, if possible we'll get to comic dubs and so on.

That's all for now! I hope you're all looking forward to what's coming for this series. I'm sorry that it wasnt as big as the last years, but we promise that things will arrive when they can.

Happy (LATE) third anniversary, everybody!! Thanks for reading!

By the way, HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!

[fetabathwater]

so. the new dragon age trailer. what you thinking feeling etc from it

legit only saw it like half an hour ago. been w/o internet in idle bliss for like 3 days and then its like wham! woe! da be upon ye.

first of all the name change. is it bc of all the dad jokes? lol no but srsly i think the new one more succinctly addresses the tone. also, i saw smth about like the numerical change and once again da2 was absolutely trashed by EA so in my mind still recapturing the name exodus to make it flow w every other one, and not be this big sore thumb sticking out.

obv solas wouldnt be the big bad. no doy. i dont care about that guy, i have nothing but like annoyance whenever i see his shiny head, but yeah obv he was never gonna be the big bad lol. and obv like act 1 "villain". he's setting the story in motion, so his purpose is that and then idk. sucking fem dalish inquisitors toes. idc. fuck off.

venatori are there. also a no doy. fantasy extremist organisations manage to survive like weeds. they need a token and identifiable villain there.

let varric retire? like holy fucking shit LMAO stop bringing back the same fucign characters like just UNCLENCH???? the other companions look cool. i think bioware was rly bullied into confirming the lady qunari character considering the concept art debacle a few yrs ago. also gryphons are there (does this mean you need to do hw for the game and have read the books)

on that note does the uh pre-dad book with solas being 93847298472 different people still stand or is that irrelevant now. the tevinter nights one.

also like the 2 companion only thing possibly? thats bullshit and i stand by this point. you always make a big cast of companions irrelevant (see: mass effect 2). people always end up defaulting to love interest + one other. at least with 3 companions, 2 others.

also the whole fade jumper? im sorry. v cool but like. how would no one have noticed someone literally fade jumping.................

panopticon tevinter was not in my bingo book. im sure it makes sense in the context of the game but i was like. hrm. sure. moving on.

also the veil magic being blue? that threw me out of any sort of like. mild interest. get outta here thats so wrong. also the demons designs are boring. i wouldve been disappointed if we didnt fight a big pride demon up first honestly. anyway next!

bioware has ALWAYS been really good at trailers and average at their gameplay reveals so my expectations are below the crust of the earth and the hurdle was tripped over. barely. sheer force of will pushed that hurdle over but im still like hrm? snork mimimimi

theyre releasing it this year though??????????????? i will say on the one hand i prefer that games are released the same year that companies start putting out the bigger trailers and stuff (like advertising it a wee bit earlier but yknow. actual content a few months out) just bc its like. not dangerous. but at the same time i really havent played a good AAA game released a few months after the first trailers. lol. borderlands 3 sucked ass.

also it still kinda sucks bioware has the market on this specific brand of game and ive played all the others and PREFERRED a lot more of the others, but those are smaller companies. and yte. they still have THEE market on it. make it make sense.

anyway. yeah idk tada my initial thoughts and feelings like only half an hr after seeing the trailer and gameplay.

[hey-heigo]

Chapter 6

ooh...drama.....

also happy 2024. im posting this on new year's eve in my time-zone tho so consider this the last update of 2023

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

lovingly named this chapter 'the naegami pre-divorce fight' in my head

was incredibly worried about how the characterization would work out here. shoutout to @moonlighttogami for beta-reading this one!

Byakuya is an asshole here. But it's in-line with how he is in canon anyways

Reminder that this fic is a slow-burn. For both naegami AND togiri. Which includes conflicts abound

Content warning tags: canon-typical assholery from Byakuya, mention of previous character deaths

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Things are quite tense after that.

It doesn’t help that Monokuma has no intentions of taking any of it seriously. He toys with them openly, seemingly delighting in the collective misery. But he at least opens up the next floor and some other facilities, which offers a wide new variety of options to them.

The first floor warehouse and bathhouse are now unlocked. On the newly available second floor, there’s a pool, some more classrooms, and most importantly, a library, though no kind of technology that could access the internet or the outside world. Even despite all that, it’s a welcome change; Byakuya was beginning to grow bored with the routine of the first floor, and the limited spaces he could occupy to eavesdrop on people.

He found painkillers and nausea medication in the first floor warehouse, which was a veritable boon to him. It’s cheap over-the-counter stuff, but he recognizes the obvious branding labels and has Naegi confirm it for him before he takes some bottles for his own use. Naegi also recovers a bottle of eyedrops, which he accepts, though they prove to have no effect whatsoever; at the very least, they made him feel like some progress was being made.

The real treasure trove, however, was the second floor library. 

It’s nothing compared to the library in the Togami residence, of course, but it seems that whoever was librarian here at least had good taste. He runs his fingers over smooth leather spines and finds titles that he recognizes, old favorites that he once tore through with eagerness and newer ones that he had always been planning on reading, and even ones that he had never heard of before. He felt almost pleased by it, though it was quickly accompanied by a note of bitterness.

Not like I can read these myself, however. He thinks, clicking his tongue and making Naegi jump besides him. And listening to someone else read was always irritating, especially when he could usually read faster by sight than they could speak. But he has little choice now, as he pulls Naegi to his side.

“Come to my room tonight,” He says in a low voice, with no uncertain terms. Naegi’s face flushes, and he begins to stammer out something ridiculous before Byakuya smacks him lightly over the head with a copy of Tolstoy.

“Don’t get the wrong idea,” He scoffs, pushing a sizable stack into Naegi’s hands. “Go take these to my room. Then come back.”

“Oh, o-okay…” He walks off, tottering a little underneath the weight. He was listless after the trial, gloomy and less responsive, but he still followed orders well enough.

Byakuya watches him go, before turning his attention back to the shelves. Much as he’d hate to admit it, he was loath to be out of Naegi’s company nowadays. The atmosphere after the first death was palpable, thick with tension. Plus, it didn’t help that some certain, purple individuals, had taken up a new interest in stalking him.

One of whom was Fukawa. He’d noticed Ultimate Writer had taken up some kind of habit of following him around, as told by the slightly harrowed sound of her breathing in his general vicinity, and the general smell. And the other of which was Kirigiri, of whose presence he became uncomfortably aware of recently.

Maybe it was their few, clipped conversations with thinly concealed aggression. Or maybe it was simply her actions during the trial, which now put her at the forefront of attention - she had gone from being someone who the others were prone to forgetting, to a sort of secondary leader. Someone whose advice was asked for, though she was rarely around to give it. But regardless, he now found himself looking for white as soon as he entered a room, tensed as if ready to right. Though, after their first few, hostile interactions, all other conversations were relatively civil.

At the moment, neither of the two girls were posing any real danger. Fukawa, while off-putting, was more importantly boring and therefore relatively harmless (and furthermore, currently involved in some inane argument with Yamada). And Kirigiri was too involved in exploring their surroundings to pay him any real note; he turns just in time to see her pulling something flat, gray and rectangular out of a desk.

“What’s that?”

She shakes the thing, hard enough for him to almost be worried that it’d fly from her hands and smack against the floor, and a cloud of dust flies off. “A computer.”

“Oh?” Now this was interesting. He approached nearer, curious. “Does it work?”

In lieu of answering, she sets the device on the central desk and flips open the lid. After clicking and holding a few buttons, she shakes her head. “Doesn’t look like it. That would’ve been too easy.”

A shame. But she was right; it would have been too easy, considering all the mastermind’s attempts to cut them off from the outside world. “Send it to Fujisaki. She should be able to figure something out from it.”

“I was already planning on that.” She sounds mildly miffed at the suggestion, as if affronted that he would think she wouldn’t come to that conclusion.

“Good. I’m glad you have half a modicum of common sense, then.” He sniffs. It was more than just about anyone else here, at least.

She faces him for a moment, long enough for him to wonder if she was glaring at him, before turning away. “Did you find anything of note?”

“Not particularly. Some interesting volumes to pass the time with, but nothing obviously relevant to our situation as of yet.” From what he could tell, and what he had Naegi explain, the shelves held more than just good books. There were also case files for crimes that never reached the public eye, documents of incriminating evidence and then some regarding some of the most powerful names in the world. He would have to pore through those individually later. And some medical textbooks - he made a mental note of their location, and a reminder to go back for them.

Kirigiri steps past him to run a hand across the surface of a low shelf, sending up a cloud of dust. He wrinkles his nose and steps back. “Do you mind?”

“Sorry. I was just reaching for this.” And she holds up a thin rectangle of parchment, sealed by red wax.

___

The letter creates some interesting revelations.

For starters, the school had supposedly been closed down for nearly a year by now. And secondly, it was due to some circumstance outside of anyone’s predictions or control, that the school shut down in the first place.

There was no other elaboration, and nothing could really be gleaned from it other than the mastermind possibly having more control than they originally thought, provided that the letter was real. It was a frustrating loop back to where they first started; nothing was gained from the loss in morale.

If circumstances were different, he would’ve chosen this moment to break off from the group. He found a new source of entertainment and information with which to use, and with Maizono breaking some unspoken promise, there was now no telling who might strike next. If circumstances were different, he would take this opportunity to try playing a more active role in the game, to see how much he could push his limits, to prove the value and right of his blood.

But with his current situation, he had no choice but to continue to participate in the inane routine that everyone agreed to partake in. Waking up at six AM sharp to dress and clean himself accordingly, taking extreme care to ensure nothing was out of place, and then walking to the dining hall to enjoy breakfast. Ishimaru was usually there at this time, as timely as ever and preparing breakfast alongside whoever’s turn it was to handle the meals that day, and could usually be coerced into making a half-palatable cup of coffee. Then was the usual waiting around as the others made their slow, meandering ways in, exchanging yawned greetings and calls for food.

He sat apart from everyone else, as usual. Sometime around seven, Naegi would show up, and bring over a plate of buttered toast and some cut fruit for Byakuya and move on without another word. At first, the others had exchanged curious, barely concealed whispers, wondering at the nature of their dynamic - now, they hardly paid any mind.

“Today, we should split up and look for clues!” Ishimaru declared, after they had eaten.

“Isn’t that what we do every day, anyways?” Asahina muttered under her breath. Her head was resting in her arms, sprawled on the table. “I wanna go to the pool…”

“Yes, I don’t see why we can’t take a day to enjoy the new facilities.” Celeste interjected, hands folded primly over her lap. “I doubt any of it is going anywhere. And we have endured quite a lot, have we not?”

“Yeah, we should take a break! For like, morale and stuff!” Yasuhiro agreed heartily, nodding emphatically.

As Ishimaru tried to regain control over the table, Byakuya silently agreed right along with them. By his calculations, it would take at least twice as long for him to read anything if Naegi was helping him. Any free time was valuable.

“Well- it’s better to get work done before leisure, you know!” Ishimaru tried again, voice raised. “Otherwise, how will we be dedicated students!”

“We’re hardly students at all though?” Naegi’s quiet voice piped up. “I mean, considering why we're here...”

The previously light-hearted atmosphere vanished instantly. Over the course of just a few days, they’d witnessed the deaths of three of their peers. As much as Byakuya respected the entirely logical reasoning that Naegi had offered, he also felt that it was rather mistimed.

He debated whether or not to offer his own input, before Kirigiri beat him to the punch. “Why don’t we do both?” Her tone was calm and clear as always. “I imagine we will all be in different locations anyways. If every person just makes note of something that’s interesting and worth remembering where they are, we can come together later and combine that information. Everyone who wants to investigate on their own is welcome to do so.”

There’s a chorus of agreement to that suggestion. Ishimaru seemed relieved by Kirigiri’s attempt to boost the group’s cohesion, though Byakuya doubted whether that was her real intention. Bit by bit, people began to split off; predictably, Asahina half-dragged, more-led Ogami away in the direction of the pool, and Celeste began demanding Yamada to make her some tea. Byakuya stood up, watched as Fukawa swooped in and took his empty cutlery, and beelined towards Naegi.

He reaches him just at the same time as Kirigiri, both of them placing a hand on the young man’s shoulders at the time. Byakuya locks eyes (presumably) with the girl, frowning. “Is there something that you need?”

“...No.” She releases him, and walks away. It takes both of them by surprise; Byakuya had been expecting a bigger fight.

“...What was that all about?” Makoto asks, bemused. Byakuya had no good answer to that question.

“You’d do better to stay away from her.” Is all he says instead, before dragging Naegi off.

He had a selection of books he wanted to read for his leisure in his room, but had left anything potentially case-relevant in the library. It is for this reason that he pulls Naegi into the room and positions him directly in front of a shelf of all case files, and points to the one on the right. “Start from there. If there’s anything in there mentioning ‘Hope’s Peak’ or crimes of passion, or killing games like this one, tell me, and we’ll go from there.”

“...Wait, for all of these?!” His voice is a little reedy still, presumably from last night - while he was slow at reading, he was decent at it, and not unpleasant to listen to - Byakuya had made him read aloud nearly half of a translated copy of Atlas Shrugged.

“Is there a problem?” He looks down on the other boy. “You said you’d be my eyes. This is part of what I need my eyes to do. Get started.”

He watches as Naegi wobbles for a moment, turning between him, the shelf, and the door, before reaching for the first file on the far right of the shelf and starting to skim through it. He’s slow, taking a good few moments to look through each page, so Byakuya sits down in the large leather chair by the desk, sinking comfortably into it.

It’s quiet in the library, silent if not for the distant hum of the building’s internal machinery and the occasional flip and shuffle of Naegi going through a folder. Not for the first time, Byakuya wishes for a radio, or a music player. Boredom was a dangerous thing - as Pennyworth had taught him, it dulled the brain and made for delayed, clumsy reactions - and Byakuya had already exhausted the few tricks and games he knew to combat it on his own.

Maybe, it’s for this reason that he decides to initiate conversation. With Naegi, of all people.

“What do you think of her?”

The commoner takes a little moment to respond, and when he registers the question, he predictably begins to sputter, fumbling with the papers in his hands. “I-I-! …Um, w-who…?”

Byakuya rolls his eyes. “Kyoko Kirigiri. Who else?”

Kyoko Kirigiri. He was hoping that, if this school was the Hope’s Peak Academy they were meant to enroll in, that there would be more information eventually revealed about her as well. But for the time being, she was a wild card, and a mystery. These were two things that made her dangerous, and a possible threat.

“Sh-she’s…well, she’s nice…I think?” Naegi tilts his head to the side, unsure about his own answer. “I mean…she helped me out a lot with the trial. I don’t think I would’ve been able to get through it without her help.”

Interesting. That was true from what Byakuya could tell, but it also seemed that Naegi had been doing most of the talking, with occasional interjections from Kirigiri to help push him in the right direction. It was a demonstration of clever manipulation, and one that irked him. If Naegi was going to be working for him, he needed to be free of outside influence.

“Keep looking through the files.” He nods at the shelf, and Naegi fumbles with the folder with his hands, flipping it closed and sliding it away. “I saw you and her talking the other day after the trial. What were you discussing?” He asks, voice casual and almost bored.

“Oh, that? That…” He trails off. He seems to almost visibly deflate, his form drooping over like an unwatered plant. “That was…about Sayaka. She wanted to reassure me that Sayaka still cared about me, at the end.”

Still cared about you? The notion was so preposterous that Byakuya couldn’t help stifling a laugh, instead snorting at the thought.

“...What’s so funny?”

“Sorry. I simply find the idea of it ridiculous, is all.” Sayaka Maizono, caring for him? Perhaps, but the entire plan that she had prepared was, albeit hastily executed, commendable in its elaborate design, considering the short time period in which it was concocted. Trying to derive small comfort from such an assumption was like trying to squeeze water from a stone; a pointless, frivolous task.

“Why?” Naegi’s voice is raised now, and he sounds angry. “It’s not ridiculous. We really were good friends-”

“Oh, please. Were you friends back in middle school? Or did you only watch her from afar?” Naegi shrinks back at the words, which meant that Byakuya had been spot-on. “And she only reached out to you after we found ourselves trapped here, and said all the right things to get you to follow after her like a starving dog.”

“Shut up.” Naegi says, voice so quiet he almost missed it.

“She could’ve used any of the half-witted fools in this class, but she used you because she knew you were unlikely to betray her.”

“Shut up.”

“Did you happen to make a promise to ‘help her no matter what?’”

“I said, shut UP!”

The sudden shout is accompanied by the rustle of papers hitting the ground, as Naegi drops whatever was in his hands to the floor. Byakuya remains carefully composed, though he suddenly feels incredibly wary.

“I’m only telling the truth.” He keeps his voice level, calm. Naegi was standing up, and somehow seemed bigger than before; though that was perhaps due to how Byakuya was sitting down. “It was obvious that she was trying to pin you under her thumb. She was going to betray you eventually, so it’s better to forget about her and move on.”

“You don’t get to say that stuff about her.”

“And why can’t I? Everything I say is simply meant as advice. Advice that you clearly need.” He continues anyways, trying to hide the unease creeping at the edges of his voice. Why did he feel so threatened? The only one here was Naegi. “You know it’s happening again, right? That Kyoko woman. She’ll do the exact same thing as Sayaka and you’ll be none the wiser.”

“She’s not like that.” His words are a low whisper now, barely audible. It seems to fill up the entire room.

“And how do you know? What do you know about her that no one else does?”

At last, he’s met with silence. A question that can’t be answered. He watches the realization sink into Naegi, watches his demeanor change, shrinking back to being small and meek again, and without realizing it he lets out a breath he’d been holding.

“...I don’t know.” Naegi says aloud, at last, and his voice is so small again. “I…I don’t know anything about her.”

“Right.” Byakuya nods, while feeling an inexplicable rush of relief. “So-”

“But I also don’t know anything about you.”

“...Excuse me?”

Not for the first time, he wishes he could discern facial features. He hadn’t realized how much he relied on them before; how telling they were to a person’s character, their emotions, their whims and ideals. Even Naegi, someone who should’ve been inconsequential to him, was capable of becoming dangerous. A treacherous link in a chain. 

But Byakuya had no choice but to rely on him anyway.

Naegi turns around, and Byakuya suddenly realizes he was about to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Sorry, I…can’t really think straight right now. I probably won’t be able to help you for a little bit.” There’s a tremor in his voice. Anger? Grief? “But I don’t know anything about you either. Yes, I know your talent,” He adds, as Byakuya opens his mouth to correct him. “And your secret, but…that’s still not enough, right?”

“This-This is different, though.” We’re built on more stable footing, he thinks. Naegi knew his secret and would help him navigate as needed. In return, he would use his authority to ensure the lives of Naegi’s family. That was their deal.

“Maybe, but still. There’s a lot I don’t know about you. And you’re right - I don’t know if I can trust Kyoko’s words, because she could just be trying to use me. Just like Sayaka did…” His voice trails, and he shakes his head. “But I also don’t know if I can trust you. Aren’t you just using me, like you say Kyoko wants to?”

Was he stupid? “Like I said, this is different.” He stands up, steps forward - and hears the crunch of papers beneath his feet, but there’s no time to worry about that now - “I’ve already sworn on my family’s name - there’s nothing else in the world that means more to me, not even my own life - and look at me. Do you really think I’m capable of anything when I’m like this?” He holds his hands out, gestures towards himself. This wasn’t turning out the way he wanted - all he had wanted was respite from boredom, and reassurance that Naegi wouldn’t betray him, and to get some sense into the damn peasant - “Makoto.”

Naegi turns away again. “...I’m sorry.” Byakuya can hear his hand on the doorknob, trembling slightly. “I promise, I’ll keep up my part of the deal still, but…please, let me off for now. To think for a bit.”

He still doesn’t move, however, and Byakuya belatedly realizes that he was waiting for permission. He hears the papers beneath his shoes crumple, as his heels dig into the carpet.

“...Fine, then.” He spits. “Get out. Go play with Kyoko, or whoever you want, and get your pathetic heart broken and betrayed all over again.” He watches Naegi cringe under these words, shying away as if they were physical blows. “Don’t come back to me until I say so.”

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[taeiun]

TAEIUN UPDATE (05/07/24)

hello everyone!! im not sure how many of you still keep up with this blog and i am so sorry for being inactive for so long (a full month sheesh…) and for not posting anything for longer than that! i have a couple updates, some good some bad, and a few changes i want to make to this blog.

TL;DR: canceling the beomgyu smau + possible future redo, temporary archive of this blog, future works planned.

O1. from the lack of of updates and the low interactions ive gotten, i think you guys can already guess that the beomgyu smau i posted back in march was going to be terminated at some point. it’s not that ive lost full interest in the plot. im just unhappy woth the setup and also dont have things flushed out to where i think an smau would work as a format. i do hope to publish it again some time in the future but for now, that post will be taken down.

O2. again, based off my inactivity i dont think it’s much of a surprise for me to say im going to be temporarily archiving this blog. that doesnt mean im never coming back! its just that right now i dont know how long it’ll be before i get back into a consistent writing schedule again. think of it just as an extended hiatus; the main difference is that im calling it an archive in case i dont come back at all. ofc ill announce if im going for good but this is just in case.

O3. i dont think i’ll be gone for good (knock on wood) so while i stay kind of inactive, there a few things im changing up here.

declutterring: going to be deleting spam posts and tidying up my blog to make the viewing experience more pleasurable!! i have a second blog where i ramble and shit post so i dont need this one for it.

reposts of old works: i dont have the time as of now to be working on brand new shiny content, so i hope people dont mind me possibly reposting a couple of my fave older stuff from my previous blog.

O4. i am crafting new things! they just wont be out for a while. a few things on my mind are:

zb1 apocalypse au: i have standalone fics for all the members and i hope to get this done at least before calling it quits. taerae my boy…

a couple different possible supernatural!skz smau mini series: little bit on the fence with these ones bc im not fully into skz (despite saying i write for them lol) so im not sure how much passion i can put into this project. if not the mini series, then i’ll be working on a minho fic within that au instead!

i think that about sums up where this blog is going. in general ive been good. busy with school and idea of uni but good-ish. ive been enjoying life for itself and got closer with one of my irls which has been so nice :DD im also facing a bit of a writer’s slump bc of the mental switch from a heavy math and science academics semester to an only analytical and writing semester. honestly, i really do want to keep this blog around. its just hard when my interest in kpop as a whole has dwindled down so fast? like its crazy how quickly i kind of got over this phase ngl- but yeah! thats it for me <33

thanks for sticking to the end of this if you did! no hard feelings if you didnt. its funny i say that bc they wouldnt be able to see this if they didnt but oh well. that’s all from me for today!!

— ur fave, sol / jun.

[lqfiles]

ANON WHO BROUGHT UP LUCAS THANK U I WAS ITCHING TO TALK AB HIM BUT I WAS SOOO SCARED BC i didn’t know if it was a safe space free of lumis or not…

my ig feels kinda curated to show me content of him there’s so much of his stans there compared to tiktok and the specific posts im getting is like “dreamies winning for smoothie!! …lucas in the back🥺💔” OR “dejun introducing lucas for his stage🥺🥺” SHUUTTT UPPPPP

it’s especially aggravating when there are situations in the industry that were far less impactful than his allegations the ones i’m thinking of specifically is soojin ex gidle as well as chuu have not promoted on music shows BUT WITHIN LIKE TWO MONTHS OF HIM COMING BACK HE GETS TO HAVE HIS SOLO DEBUT AND PERFORM??? and don’t even get me started on seunghan. what the fuck do you mean ot6 siren gtfo

i gave up on editing and was making shitposts on my tiktok praying for the downfall of sm ent because it seems they have a 7 member group curse DIEEE!!! (respectfully..! i lov u lee donghyuck i hope u can be free from the sm shackles in due time)

HSDJDKSKS don’t worry this is never a safe space for him and his fan i rlly do not like that guy and you’ll never catch me praising him.. anyways i got some stuff to say too but it will probably be the only time i’ll speak on it here because i don’t like giving that man attention 😶‍🌫️

bro i’m not surprised that you’re getting that stuff because when i tell you 99% of nctzens on insta are all lucas fans it actually shocked me 😭😭 i remember once commenting smth like “we don’t want him back” and i got sent death threats like OVER DOZEN???? MR CANT FIND THE BEAT?? 😭😭😭 tiktok is really 50/50 with a side that’s here for him and another side that doesn’t like him. the only platform i know where it’s mostly people disliking him is twitter but even then he got a pretty large following on there that is LOUD and ANNOYING

and you’re so right about that ITS SO CRAZY TO ME how SM just wouldn’t let go off him like they were so adamant on keeping him in the company for some reason and have been soft launching him for a good year trying to get the public to ease a bit, (the amount of concerts he’s attended to make his presence known.. you’re not slick SM) and i just don’t get what value he has to that company. he doesn’t bring the talent like he literally invented the term dozen because he dozen do anything right, he doesn’t bring the visuals, you can argue that he brings fans because he got a very huge SEA and latin (?) fan population that is veryyyy loud but even then the number of haters is much bigger, china literally hates him and korea barely tolerates him.

they didn’t hesitate to put seunghan on hiatus and are literally erasing him from the group in real time with the ot6 siren ver it’s crazyyy, all because he got his privacy invaded and did acceptable teen things? they kicked that SNSD member out for starting her own clothing brand and i’m sure they blacklisted her too, jaejoong got blacklisted too, soojin and chuu got kicked out, but the guy who has literal criminal allegations (that he basically admitted to himself) gets a whole pity sob documentary as well as rebranding as a soloist? chris lee is the biggest dick rider ever for this and it will never make sense to me😭

i honestly don’t like talking about him or mentioning him because 1. any type of publicity can be good publicity to him 2. arguing with his fans is useless and tiring because they will NOT change their mind 3. his face and existence annoys me so yeah i don’t like mentioning him because what’s the point hate-watching his content like that’s still publicity for him

but yeah if i find out any of his fans follow me i’ll literally block, even if you dont follow me and i find you’re his fan i block 💀 NOT A SAFE SPACE FOR LUMIS PLEASE LEAVE BEFORE I HAVE TO BLOCK U MYSELF 😭🙏🏽

[yoonalgc]

( ❀ Hello, everyone! ...What a surprise, right? It's me again... attempting to bring a girl into this world. WIll I succeed? Let's see. It's Sera here to introduce to you my character! She is brand new so I'm expecting her to grow as I write her. I've listed some plots at the bottom but I prefer to do brainstorming. I'm open to plotting in either Tumblr IMs or over Discord, whichever you prefer. Without further ado, please read my rambling. ( I'll have a pinned I'll post later. ) Like this post ♡ and we can plot! )

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BACKGROUND !!

Born october 4th, 2001. ( 1004, she asserts reflects her — it is an angel number after all )

Grew up in Gumi which is a smaller city just outside of Daegu.

Parents were high school sweethearts who waited to start a family until he finished his military service and she finished school. Mother was a flight attendant. Father is a former professional choreographer.

Family used to be fairly well off before the drastic change and her mother's medical bills became increasingly more expensive.

They eventually moved to Seoul in 2016 when her father got an opportunity to choreograph for an entertainment company.

Father gave up his career after his wife’s passing in 2019 to attend to a portable convenience stand by the Han River once owned by his own father. Their formerly close relationship grew estranged and tense rather quickly.

Used to be a competitive archer. Failed to make it on the national team multiple times, nevermind the Olympics. Became easily discouraged and decided to quit after an argument with her father. She even threatened to drop out of school unless she could join a company to focus on her dancing.

Before lgc, she joined an entertainment company while in high school only to get scammed into a trainee program and drained of almost all her money via their training debt scheme.

Waited until she graduated to audition for Legacy Entertainment. Somehow, she got in... and from there, she begins to change a bit as a person.

PERSONALITY & MORE !!

Works at an arcade/PC Bang for now. She likes to sneak in a nap in the dinosaur safari VR machine.

She uses the nerf gun and water gun from the prize table to ward off unwanted guests or customers who overstay their welcome. Careful, she has great aim.

Oddly good at fixing things ( to a certain extent ), a trait she picked up from her brother who has a penchant for inventing. Being practical helps quite a bit, though.

She is no stranger to putting on an act to get something for free. a convincing & skilled liar. she even stole someone’s phone once to sell but will never admit this. jokes about needing a glucose guardian but never say never.

Tendency to be flirtatious. offers compliments — sincere & underhanded.

Only actually been in one serious relationship that she considers was worthwhile & lacks the motivation to pursue anything else. Often finds herself leading people on but falls for people easily as she's rather susceptible to romantic gestures, then forces herself to lose interest when things get a little too spicy.

Good listener. Purveyor of gossip. Collects many rumors, rarely spills to anyone. Tell things to her at your own risk. She will hardly speak a word about her own background ( and will even lie sometimes ) but is content to know everything about everyone else.

Has a good sense of humor and able to laugh at herself.

Actually kinda lazy about everything unless it's dancing. She just likes to say she's just laid back.

Speaking of dancing, she is especially into the art of waacking/tutting/vogueing, as she finds the elegant precision to be appealing and especially fun to do.

Very opinionated & can come across judgmental for her willingness to speak her mind, Notorious for reacting with her face ( ie. side eyeing ).

An introvert. Also claims to really hate people but is naturally social despite this.

Often plays a vain character, usually an exaggerated version of herself ( channeling Goddess Gyuri & Mijoo ) — perhaps to compensate for or conceal… something. Part of it being that she enjoys entertaining people with her antics. It is not rare to catch a glimpse at her "real self" but it's hard to even say what that even is.

Calm but when she's memeing and being crazy, she becomes unhinged. Like so.

A bit fickle & indecisive, sometimes allowing her impulses to take control of a decision ... or out of pure spite.

Had a time where she was so desperate for money, that she was willing to lie to get freebies or sympathy discounts. But we don't talk about that time anymore. It was just a phase.

Not malicious by any means but it is easy to interpret her actions as such. She desires attention and love in this aftermath of her life plummeting, and just goes about it in a rather unconventional way.

Hates people who smoke. Her mother's lung cancer being the main cause. If you smoke any substance, prepare for to be side-eyed and judged.

Lastly, she is @lgcxnoeul's weirdo cousin.

CONNECTIONS ??

anyone who comes to the arcade/pc bang. she's almost always there. bonus points if you're a bit of a menace or you want to challenge her to a game. the possibilities with this one are pretty endless!

flirtationships a plenty. applicable to any gender; she certainly does not discriminate. she is the type to unabashedly flirt, compliment people, or make flirtatious jokes. ( however when the heat comes, she usually resorts to aloof behavior and runs away. )

obviously people will be put off by her antics so frenemies and antis alike are welcome! antagonistic or toxic relationships are welcome in general.

gossip friend. what is said between us stays between us ... of other people's rumors, of course. but it's best to be careful who to trust with secrets.

fake friends. speaks for itself. mutually beneficial, forced laughter, eye rolls when the other looks away. she's been entrenched in this fake friend group just for the laughs

an ex. she's only dated one person in a serious way before and it didn't turn out too well... or it ended amicably. who knows? was a rather innocent relationship but it broke her heart. happened shortly after she joined lgc in 2020 or overlapped. discussion is required!!!

that being said, she most likely had a couple flings here and there that lasted a short time. she's prone to running away or getting "bored".

jokingly, she always says she wants a "glucose guardian" and you are the perfect candidate. she constantly convinces you to buy things for her ( mostly bubble tea ) or you might even do so willingly. either way, it makes her happy.

she has a "dark past" ( not so distant... maybe 5 days ago is considered the past ) in which she tried to fleece people out of money just to get by. don't look at her if she might have pretended to fall in front of you for sympathy, too.

this is vague but... people she can assist with dancing in any way or their overall confidence.

people who know her real personality and are tired of her putting on this strange over confident persona.

went to high school together ( Hanlim gang )

for the lgcu event, she is in younggong. i'm still figuring out what she will be doing but i will need one person from there to do a thread with.

[ophernelia]

hi i just wanted to ask if you could go more in depth about your creative process? how much work goes into lykaia and making content for other things like your logo etc. im making sims content too and i want to improve on it and make my stuff more original. so people know its me when i post. and i also wanted to say i saw you say before about not stepping on other creators toes and as a small creator i really appreciate that because i feel like a lot of people don’t make space for other people. sometimes everything feels like a competition in the sims community and that’s why other creators don’t like to give credit to people they actually get influenced by because they don’t want their numbers to grow only they own. And most time i don’t even want to post because of that

Hmmm. I’ll talk about my creative process for sure. I like talking about my creative process lol. It’s gonna be long tho so.. you asked for it.

Background: Lykaia at its core is just a cinematic version of my gameplay save. I had a story in my head while I played their household, but it was never fully planned out. The first season of Lykaia was just me practicing with storytelling and machinima making. I didn’t really have any direction. I just made things up as I went. Lou’s friends never existed in my gameplay save. I just made them for the machinima. A lot of it was just finding my footing as I went. What the story has become now, I never planned. It sorta just happened. As it is now, Lykaia’s a fully planned out series with a brittle back bone lol. It’s a whole lot of making something out of nothing.

Planning the Series & Making It: So, I have a full outline for the season. Where I want to go and how that can be developed on further. From that, I plan out the episodes. Right now I have a week where I film and a week off from filming. On my off week, I write the script. Scene by scene. I storyboard it to visualize how I want each scene to look. Once the script is done after a draft or two, then I start setting for filming. I get everyone dressed, moved into the households, and get the sets built. On the week I film, I just go in and film. I try to go in order of scenes but sometimes I jump around. Especially if I’m excited to film a scene. I do about two scenes a day. They take about an hour or so to film each. (I’ve got a full time job, a fur baby to care for, my family, and my social life so my time to work on it is limited. I try to budget it wisely.) Then I usually edit while I’m in bed or cooking. I edit on my phone so I’m not carrying around my pc lol. Editing takes the longest and it’s the most tedious part. I go in and add in the into, outro, title card, then I add in the scenes and the breaks. If I have to overlay something then I do that before audio. And the. I color grade each scene individually. Last thing to do is audio. I hate audio. I break it up scene by scene and mix some of the music myself depending on the episode. Once I do a quick check, the episode is done and ready to export. Sometimes I pick the title beforehand, but I usually don’t come up with a name until after the full episode is done.

The Brand: Ophernelia and Kiricheu are a brand. (Ophernelia being like the parent company in a sense) Especially Ophernelia since I have a Patreon for it. I run Ophernelia as a sole proprietor, so branding is important for me. Anything I have my hand in, I take seriously. (“It’s just sims content” Sure. For now at least. Doesn’t mean ima take it any less seriously lol) Especially since I’ve curated an audience and one that pays. Idc if it’s $2. It’s money spent, so I want my audience to get quality content. Branding’s been tough because I’m super indecisive lol. I like to change things up constantly but when it comes to like a company type of thing, you shouldn’t really do that. Which is why I hate changing mine. Especially once I find something that works. It makes me feel like I’m failing my audience by not being consistent. As of now though, I love my branding. I feel like it reflects my content style really well. It took a few tries to make. I looked through old art I’ve done and tried to combine it with my current style. Somehow I came up with how it looks currently. I think it’s pretty, I wanna stick with it. It took a while to get here, but 8 months later, here we are. I’ve been trying to rely a little less on external programs (like canva) and more on me actually making my stuff myself. So I hopped into procreate and got to work lol.

Ultimately, I just make stuff I like and sometimes I like to share it with other people. And when I do share it, I try to do it to the best of my ability and while trying to be mindful of others. It’s hard and idk if I do it well but I’m trying! The process of getting there is almost always enjoyable. Almost lol.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMAOOO you know it o7 Im also fluent in typos so I just automatically read through them as I read

So real I think the most annoying thing for me is the differences in romanization LMAO I discovered it through the webcomic first and then I was sent an unofficial translation (lowk it might be the same one you read) and immediately forgot the names of everyone because the spelling threw me off so bad LMAOOO and then my friend was like “ykw I’ll just write it all out for you” but fr the entire story and develop is CRAZY

Wait PAUSE yukis the oldest after aiku??? No way…although now I kinda see/get it (I’m laughing I can see Niko hiding in a bush tailing yuki and his hair blends in…or imagine aiku SPECIFICALLY is like hide in this bush ur hairs perfect for it)

REALLLL LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!!! It’s literally just because he seems super tough and also is fucking BUILT but otherwise those dudebros do not even compare to our respectful man Barou…

LMAOO my go to example of white haired fav is Inumaki from jjk…I guess it’s more like off-white haired characters? Because now that I think it’s not usually the pure white characters (like not gojo LOL) I’m trying to think of more examples but I’ve suddenly forgot everything else even though I’ve had this convo multiple times with some friends oops (I’ll admit Shinahs also my fav but kijas second LMAO) I’m ngl I feel like I haven’t seen enough content that has prominent enough characters who are like Karasu so maybe that’s why I’ve never found a trend for characters like him?? Or maybe I’m just blanking now but this is a long analysis session for another time

I JUST SAW IT I saw the nagi one first and fr thought “no way that’s so on brand” and then I realized it said WAS and kept scrolling but FRR I think by now we can just default to assuming we mean not the typical fanon standard because they’re lowk all ass takes…but yeah I was just about to ask if that meant chigiri long fic LOLLL guys Mira rarepair…chigimira….lowk I can also kinda see it….you could try going for another matchup (or a few and see what the general consensus is if there is one) or imagine a tiktok magically appears on your fyp in your time of need HAHA

LMAOOO I’m ngl that’s not a bad idea just to get people to stop harassing or just bugging you….but then again there’s some people who are still really persistent regardless it’s fr a dilemma

LOL wait that’d be a little funny like imagine they see aikus face and colors and they read the entire thing thinking “wait the reader didn’t even talk to aiku once”

BAROU NATION RISE but manifesting a fire edit gets on your fyp LOL I was just thinking though majority of the remaining character requests you have minus Nagi don’t have a very large pool of edits…trust I’m sure something will come up though…or maybe this’ll be a bfb situation perhaps

No those were my exact thoughts like they’re all so interesting…even aikus LMAO that I couldn’t choose like atp I was ready to make a poll for my poll response choices

ON FIELD ISAGI MOMENT I should use that phrase more often but I see that happening to like almost every poll I come across it’s actually kinda crazy…I wonder if it’s fr just something people treat as a running joke and do to just shit on people smh

There’s too many itoshi fans fr I am very impressed that Karasu remained second though!!! Karasu nation fr rising though I saw that ask while scrolling to read our convo guys this is kinda crazy!!!

Forgot to mention earlier too but I found some more kiyora voicelines that I’ll send in via a separate ask so it’s not buried in here

- Karasu anon

no literally differences in translations always piss me off that’s why it’s so hard to read manhwa because they’ll change shit from chapter to chapter 😭 like the main character’s name will literally change in between scenes or smth…i think another thing is in the novel they use the full name (so like kim dokja or han sooyoung) when referring to characters but in the webcomic they don’t?? like it’s just dokja or wtvr and it felt v weird to me i did not enjoy it plus from what i remember of the webcomic it doesn’t feel as deep as the novel because you’re not literally in the main character’s head which is so integral to the plot!! ofc no hate to people who like the webcomic but truly it was not for me

YESS i’m pretty sure yuki’s the oldest of at least the relevant og bllkers!! since barou has a june bday, shidou is july, and karasu is august (and the rest aren’t 18 yet) meanwhile yuki is may i think?? LMAOOO NO BECAUSE IMAGINE AIKU MAKING NIKO “HACK THE MAINFRAME” (request to follow reader on insta) and it’s like niko typing furiously and then she accepts his request and he’s like “i’m in” all serious and stuff 😭 niko and aiku number one oaeu duo like one thing abt them they will get it done every time 🤩 very much so cousin energy there…yk like the one cousin you only meet at the family reunions once every five years but your vibes are insanely matched so you always get along crazy well…that’s oaeu aiku and niko

barou is a sweetheart at his core that’s what they conveniently miss!! if anything they should be glazing kaiser (tbf a lot of them do) he actually kinda gives dude bro energy…especially in those glasses i just know bro is in comments sections being all “erm actually” and having ness like his comments to hype him up

okay honestly i looked at panels of nagi and shinah side by side and uhhh yeah…i do have a bit of a type…it’s either pale messy wavy haired soft eyes or it’s dark haired sassy jewel eyes (like shinah and nagi vs megumi and karasu) LMAOO tbh my second fav was hak especially because the bodyguard trope is my absolute fav (to be a princess guarded by a handsome man who’s in love with you but you’re royalty and engaged so he can’t do anything about it except defend you even/especially if it kills him 😩) but kija is a king as well!! tbh i also liked jaeha a lot honestly they all slay

HAHAHA I SAW THE NAGI AND I WAS LIKE WOAH?? very real but at the same time even when i’m writing for nagi i tend to make the reader character a lot softer than me…in the sense that she almost ends up taking on that reo-like role of rlly looking out for nagi?? not to that extent but definitely still way more than i personally would ever do for ANY man 😭 the exception is peregrine reader because she’s on a diff level entirely but her nagi is also kinda different than canon nagi because (crazy spoilers for peregrine ahead because i need to talk abt it with someone even though i haven’t written for it in ages) he realizes while they’re dating in high school that he doesn’t care that being with her is a hassle because he loves her so much he wants to be with her anyways…very diff from the typical “oh reader is the only person nagi doesn’t find a hassle so he loves her 🤩” trope ik but it just felt better/more equal to me…it’s not her making his life easier so he stays with her out of convenience it’s him actively choosing her despite it being out of his comfort zone 🥹 for example one of the things that’s kind of being hinted at in peregrine is the whole hakuho scholar thing which is how reader gets to go to college in america but one of the big reveals is that she actually wouldn’t have made it because only the top two students get it and the top two were reo and nagi 😰 and nagi needed it because he got invited to play for some fancy european team (reo didn’t hence why he went to college w reader as well) but couldn’t really afford to go so he also needed that scholarship to be able to live an easy life like he wanted/planned…however he realizes how important leaving japan is to reader so even though he doesn’t want her to go and needs the scholarship he purposefully fails his exams so she can be the number two student thereby dooming himself to playing for a random japanese team and actually having to work hard 😕 and then the reason he quits soccer (the scene in the first chapter where he doesn’t score the goal) is because he realizes he doesn’t care about playing soccer anymore and just wants to be with the reader even though she’s in literally another country (and then he finds out she’s engaged EEK) so he gives up his career for even a CHANCE at seeing her again because his team would never let him go if he doesn’t straight up fail and quit and become useless…and then it turns out she’s going to marry kira so it didn’t matter…UFNFMSKXJDKSM SORRY peregrine rant i actually think abt that version of nagi so often like THAT’S who i mean when i say i would marry him!! yes he’s still lazy and goofy and emotionally stupid (my fav scene that i’m yet to write for the fic is when reader is about to leave for her flight to america and there’s a thunderstorm and instead of…yk…CALLING her or smth nagi literally BIKES across the city at top speed and almost dies just so he can tell her not to leave him [she still leaves him] because he could never ask that of her before as he didn’t even know he cared that much) but at the end of the day he is also a d1 piner in his own way 😭 that was a lot but anyways long story short nagimira with a strictly canonical interpretation of nagi would not work in the slightest but nagi with a little bit of miraverse zest is def a strong contender for number one bf award

HAHA honestly i can see chigiri as well!! we actually do have quite a lot in common plus we are both so slay we would be a very cunty couple 🤩 okay wait i just remembered this because of the entire peregrine rant i went on but after i posted one of the chapters where chigiri is being a bestie someone sent me an ask basically thanking me because i’m the first person who hasn’t made chigiri annoying in my fic HAHAHAHA i was like uhhh thanks i feel like i wrote him pretty normally though?? so miraverse chigiri is fandom approved ✅ idk if i could do a long fic for him though ngl as much as i love him he gives very strong platonic soulmate vibes for me 😩 but who knows tik tok always comes through so maybe i’ll be inspired

no yeah some people will start prodding the story…imagine i just pull out manga panels of karasu or smth i wonder what they would do 😭 and HAHA FR “wait why did aiku spend the whole fic trying to get her w someone else??”

BAROU NATION LET’S GO to be honest it’s more audios than videos that get me going…for example the kiyora fic was inspired the arctic monkeys audio in that one nagi and isagi edit i have saved so even though the video itself had nothing to do w him i was still able to get to work because of that!! so tik tok will definitely still clutch up at LEAST for the to be determined longfic SKFHSJSBA

YES KARASU NATION i think this blog is probably followed by like every karasu fan which is why he got so many votes 😭 no complaints though i love that man fr…and yeah people will always act the fool online i’m afraid 😓 HAHA itoshism is too strong though i fear 😩💔 also OOH more kiyora!! that’s so fun hehe i look forward to reading them

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

PLAYING DANGEROUS- J.B BARNES

Pairing: Dark! Cop! Bucky x Dark! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: after finding out your husband has been cheating on you with dozens, you do the only logical thing. burn the house down with him trapped in it. when telling the police about your little fake sob story, one officer sees right through you- and needs payment to keep his mouth shut. 

WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS DARKER CONTENT SUCH AS MURDER, AARSON, MANIPULATION ETC. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Warnings: SMUT, praise kink, degradation kink, dumbfication kink, manipluation, daddy kink, bondage, size kink, slight breeding kink, murder, aarson, drugs, cheating, petnames, swearing, small mention of violence, hair pulling, over stim

“everybody knows i'm a good girl, officer no, i wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure the house was already on fire, i swear i'm not a liar”- playing dangerous, lana del rey (unreleased)

Notes: im re-uploading this because im proud of it and im manifesting it does well and that you all enjoy it! xoxo claire

His screams were sudden over the roar of the creeping flames.

 They were loud, hollow and frantic as the smell of burning fabric alerted him from a deep sleep. It wasn't the fire alarms. You had made sure beforehand that they wouldn't go off, made sure the piercing, shrieking pounds stayed mute. 

Now all you could smell was burning flesh. 

Its charred, meaty smelt stank of beef in a frying pan. The glimpse of his skin, crimson and black as it flaked off made you smile as you turned on your heel.

 The image of his t-shirt, the one you hated more than anything because it stank of her, now dripped like candlewax off his skin. 

Good. 

Let it stain him. 

Let him be branded on his very flesh as he died, so in the afterlife, he would be reminded of her. So that he could think of each whore he had fucked, had used for his pleasure behind your back as you worked for him. 

Tried to make him happy.

You were done with that now, had decided you were done with him the minute you had poured the gasoline over the drapes and across the bedsheets. 

The very match you had lit to determine his fate was used to light the smoke propped between your lips, the cigarette smoke that trickled in your lungs sweet with the taste of revenge. His screams had followed you down the hall, out the door and into the yard as you watched the smoke rise from the cracked windows, out into the starry sky above. 

It was satisfying. It felt good. 

So good, you couldn't help but laugh as you watched all the memories of your past relationship go up in flames, the hot reds and oranges illuminating a fire within your own soul. 

A passion, that hadn't been there before, a hint of a spark that he had dulled.

 It wouldn't be long now before the entire house was ablaze, the neighbors too far away and hidden from groves of thick trees and bushes to see the colorful inferno happening before you. 

Of course, you had to do everything yourself. That part- hadn't changed.

 Taking a deep breath in through your nose, you sighed as you pulled out your phone from your jacket pocket, You had snatched it before you had set the house aflame, a plan already in motion for what you'd tell the cops. 

It was no challenge turning on the false worry and anxiety with each octave in your voice, the practice coming naturally to you throughout the years. You had used it to try and get Donavin to see you. 

To listen to you, to hear you out whenever you would raise your voice to voice a small opinion. He had brushed you off with the wave of his hand, or a smack across the cheek- the rings he wore still etched in your cheeks. 

He would listen now. He had no choice. 

Dialing 911, you waited for the receiver to pick up, tears already activated and streaming down your cheeks as you shakily held the phone. “911, what is your emergency?” the monotone voice sounded from the other side of the phone, following the script they had been trained to say. 

Just like how you were trained by Donavin. 

“My house, it's on fire! My husband is trapped inside and I can't get him out- I can’t- I can’t-” you sobbed, clutching your chest, tears blurring your vision as the flames grew larger, the snapping of wood and embers a soft melody in the background. 

“Okay, okay ma’am calm down. Where are you located? We’re sending a team right now to help you.” 

And that was that, you smiled to yourself, listening to the operator instruct you on every little thing to keep you calm, trying to distract you with questions. 

As if you cared. As if you were worried about that hunk of shit who was getting roasted like a turkey on Thanksgiving. 

The sound of sirens were still far down in the distance, the wails echoing through the forest as they neared. 

It was all going according to plan, you thought with a smile, a middle finger lifted up to the remains of the house before you. 

You didn't miss him. Not one bit.

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“It was all supposed to go to plan! I miss him so much already…” you wailed, clutching your chest as you fell against the cop car, struggling to breathe. They didnt know it was from the smoke intake, not from the shock of your husband dying. 

The less they knew- the better.

 “I went out to the store to pick up some chocolates for him, wanting to surprise him after work, and when I came home-” your voice broke, another wail escaping from your lips as you sobbed, a group of officers attempting to calm you as the fake tears fell.

 “We were supposed to have a nice night together! He was supposed to get my gifts. And now.. and now-” 

“There, there dear.” an officer shushed, a hand placed on your shoulder as he slowly guided you away from the flashing lights and the frantic noises. 

If this was his attempt at comforting, he was borderline shit at it. He was lucky you didnt actually miss your husband, because holy fuck. 

“I’ll take you to the chief and you can tell him exactly what happened okay? He’s right over here.” he said cautiously, as if you were a frightened animal he didn’t know how to approach.

 Part of you didn't blame him for being so close guarded. You wouldn't know how to console someone ether if their husband died in a fire. There wasn't really a handbook, a guide for dummies if you will on the subject matter. 

You expected the chief wouldn't show much sympathy, a quick ‘sorry ma’am’ and a sad nod, sending you off on your way. You were hoping- praying you could get away from the bustles of people. 

They never seemed to end. Who knew a fire took so many god damn people to put out? 

The sounds of the water streaming from the hose made you jump, your head craned over your shoulder to attempt to see where the firemen had started to sizzle out the flames from the officer's grip. 

It tightened, guiding you onwards towards the back of the mob, the sounds of walkie-talkies buzzing and voices all going dull in your mind, like radio static.

 It was a game you liked to play with yourself, when things became too much. Tune out each station, flicker the dial until you could focus in on one conversation. 

You often did it when Donvian would talk, his grating voice making you focus on anything else but him. The birds chirping. The cars honking. The sounds of the dozens of women he had invited over for ‘business meetings’, their high-pitched, fake and scratchy voices better than his own. 

It was all slowly muffling now as you made your way over to the tall, bulky shadow that stretched out before you, the man's back turned. His voice was low and deep, filled to the brim with authority. Power that you couldn't shake, the monotones of his voice seeming to stain your very soul. 

“Chief, this is Mrs- sorry Ms. Y/LN.” the officer whose grip seemed like claws digging into your skin noted, handing you off as if you were a child going to daycare for the day while he spent the next few hours drinking stale coffee and complaining about his job before he came to pick you up. 

You were thankful to be free of his grip, but when the man turned, its as if that grip was suctioned back to you. Tendons clawing at your throat, stealing the air from your lungs. 

He was beautiful. Breath-takingly beautiful. 

The blues and reds of the lights shown against his tan skin, reflecting the highlights in his dark, slightly messy hair, and the stubble that followed along his sharp jawline. His lips were full and soft, cheeks slightly rosy as he surveyed you from where he towered over you. 

His eyes. Oh god, they pierced you. Could see right through your very lies, your actions and desires. 

It was right then and there the memory of your mother played through your head like a film reel, the edges warped and fading. Beautiful men are dangerous, Y/N. They can make you think anything they want you to- because of that. It's a cruel game they play. She had said, sitting in that worn armchair she loved so much, the stitching tattered and fraying as she’d prop a smoke between her lips. 

She was a cruel woman herself,  cold to the touch and distanced. But she was wise. Any wisdom she had gifted you before her passing had been thrown out the window now as you looked at his man, entranced by him. 

You wanted to play his game. Even if it was cruel. 

“Thank you Officer.” he said sternly, coldness laced in his voice like brandy as he turned to you. You swallowed, unsure of how to approach him. You tended to be cautious when it came to men, never knowing how to react. 

They were all so different to read, each of their book spines cracked in unique ways. 

You had an act to perform. You were the submissive wife, the tormented and heartbroken, as delicate as a piece of shattered glass. He was hard to read, but not impossible. He liked control, and he liked power. He liked that he had that, and that he had gained it by respect. This man was at a point in his life where he could say anything to anyone, and they'd listen. 

So you would too, to understand him better.

 “Sir?” you whispered, voice breaking as you willed the tears to stream down your cheeks again. He just looked at you, eyes sparkling with undeniable hunger.

 “I’m not going to bother asking if you're okay.” was all he said, handcuffs jangling from his belt as he shifted, propping the car door open. “Why not?” you asked, genuinely intrigued. 

It seemed like something everyone asked. Something everyone had to ask despite whatever had happened, whether that be a minute ago, or a second. 

So why wasn't he?

 “Because I already know the answer to that question. Would you like me to ask it anyways?” You shook your head, cat seeming to grab at your tongue. He had a fire in him, just like the one ablaze behind you. 

“Alright then. Get in the car dolly. We’re going for a ride.” he nodded, shooing you towards the car. “In the front?”

 “Do I have a reason to put you in the back?” 

Yes. Yes you do, but I don't fuckin regret it one bit. 

“Of course not Shierf.” you murmured anxiously, unsure of where this was going. You decided to play the game. Stick with it. 

The door slammed shut behind you as you slid onto the worn leather seat, your foot tapping against the car mat as his whistle sounded from the other side of the car.

 “Where are we going?” you asked as the key was placed in the ignition, the car revving to life as the doors locked. You were trapped. “For a drive.” was all he said, voice low and husky. 

You didnt even know this man's name, yet you were forced into a car against our will with him. It seemed formal introductions didnt apply to this man after all. 

He was an officer of the law. He had sworn an oath. Surely he was fine. 

The wheels rolled slowly, gravel crunching under the tires as he made his way around the dozens of vehicles and people mingling around the skeletons of your house. The keys jangling as the car bounced through potholes was the only noise you could focus on, yur breathing too uneven to try and listen to it to stay calm. 

You needed a pattern. Something you could repeat, over and over again. Or a distraction, from whatever thoughts were brewing in the cauldron of your brain. 

“You know my name. What's yours?” you asked timidly, glancing over at his hands gripping the steering wheel as you picked up speed down the highway, gravel roads now long behind you. “Bucky.” he nodded curtly, eyes glancing up to peer in the rearview. 

“Okay, Bucky- sir. What are we doing?” 

“Going for a drive.” he noted again, eyebrow raised as he looked over at you, mouth drawn into a flat line. Smart ass. “What are we doing, after this drive I mean? Surely we cant drive forever.”

 His foot pressed down on the gas even harder, the numbers increasing at an alarming rate. You were going much faster than the bent and twisted signs that scattered beside the road. “We’re going to the station, and you're going to be a good girl and answer some questions for me.” 

Your eyes widened, hands beginning to fidget nervously with the lace of your little white dress. You weren't really nervous about the questioning, as you had rehearsed the lines in your head after you had dialed for the cops. 

But of course, you had to pretend. Maybe he’d go easier on you, a frightened little widow who was sleep deprived and in shock. Bucky sensed this, feeling your anxiety muster as he looked over at you quickly before flickering his eyes back out onto the empty road. 

“I’m not going to hurt you, okay? You're safe. You just need to answer a few questions, and then we can find someplace do you to stay at.” he murmured softly, his demeanor changing suddenly. 

You swallowed, nodding as you cast your view out the window. The little town appeared small as you neared it, but it grew larger rather quickly as you flew down the old, winding road. 

Something about Bucky made you anxious. He wouldn't hurt you. But you felt... intimidated by him. Something you had felt about many men before- like Donvian. 

You would simply take care of this issue, brush off the chip on your shoulder and watch the pieces crumble to the ground.

 But with Bucky, it was different. 

There was something about him you couldn't quite hake, a chip suddenly becoming a gaping hole the longer you studied him. It was almost as if you wanted to be intimidated by him. You wanted him to have this unspoken sense of control, to be able to tug on the leash as he so chose. You wanted to trust him with control. 

Stupid, stupid girl. Your mother's voice rang through your ears, ringing louder and louder as you slowed to a halt as the light turned red.

 The town was asleep for the night, the blinds drawn shut on businesses, doors locked and the sidewalks empty. The wind seemed to howl through the streets, a shiver racking up your spine despite the windows being rolled up. A dim, green light reflected onto Bucky's face as he drove towards the corner, where the station remained. 

It was a very small town, so it was expected that he would be one of the only officers in the station. Especially with the little show you had thrown together tonight. You were anxious to be alone with Bucky for such a long period of time, but excited too. 

A thought then occurred to you, hating you in your tracks as you went to unbuckle your seatbelt as he placed the cruiser in park. 

“I don't have a place to stay at. My mother died seven years ago, and my fathers abandoned me. The only place I have is a pile of ash and charred wood.” you whispered, not thinking that part through. 

Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck. 

“Yes you do.” he looked at you with sincerity in his eyes, a hint of reassurance. “You always have a place to stay dollface.”

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“Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on?” you pouted, wincing as he fastened them to your wrists, the metal chain clanging against the table. It was empty as he guided you through the halls to the integration room, the sounds of his boots scruffing the tile echoing off the walls.

 The lights were bright, the fluoresces making you squint as he flicked them off as you sat in the cold, metal chair. “It's protocol with everyone. It's just until the questions are over and done with.” 

He didn't need to handcuff you. He wanted you bound and helpless. 

“Fine. So tell me…do you always work alone so late?” you teased, drumming your nails against the table, the tension thick in the air as it choked you. 

You’d get yourself out of this mess. You always did with men. 

“I’m questioning you sweetheart. Don't get any ideas.” he raised an eyebrow, pulling up a chair to sit across from you. It was romantic in a way, you thought- the way he was looking at you with such longing. You felt like there should be candles lit, platters filled with food and goblets filled with wine with how the two of you were eyeing each other.

 “Ask away then sir. You can ask me anything you want.” you smirked, running the script over and over again in your mind as he leaned back in his chair. 

“Can you give me a run down, in your own words as to what happened tonight, Ms. Y/L/N?.”

 Fine. Straight to the point. 

“I was at home, waiting for Donvian to come home from work. I then had this wonderful idea to run to the store, Macks General,  to pick him up some gifts, to surprise him. At 9:11pm, if you must know. I came back and..” you trailed off, picking at your cuticles as you cast your gaze downwards.

 “I see. And what gifts did you get him?” he asked, pulling out a pad from his pocket, scribbling down the lies you were spitting at him. “His favorite bottle of scotch and a box of chocolates.” you replied sternly, not liking where this was going.

 “Tell me, Ms. Y/L/N, why was Donvian coming home so late? He works at the law office in town, correct? They close at seven pm.” he stated, twirling his pen around those beautiful, calloused fingers of his, hypnotizing you. 

He was fucking some other whore. Some stank, his secretary- in his office, probably telling her she was beautiful and worthy of his love.

“He had some extra paperwork for one of his clients he ahd to work on. Confidential.” you smiled. “Of course. Sweetheart, was Donvian cheating on you?” 

The question struck you like an electric shock, your muscles tensing as you tried to hide the alarm on your face. “What makes you think that?” you snarled, growing more defensive by the minute, your chains clanging against the table. 

“I’m simply putting the pieces together as I see them sweetheart. So tell me, was he? There's no point lying to me.” 

He was right. He had that part figured out. Maybe if you told him the truth, he’d pity you, and go easier on you than he was right now. You sighed in defeat, wanting nothing more than to curl up into a ball and sleep. 

“Yes.”

 “Oh you poor thing.” he cooed, pity etched in his face, his eyes dripping with sympathy. You could tell if it was real, or a means to get you to confess. 

“If you think for one second that would lead me to burning my own house to the ground, with a human being inside of it- you're wrong. I can get revenge in other ways.” you growled, struggling against the handcuffs, biting your lip as they dug into your skin, rubbing the flesh. 

Bucky just smirked, tapping his pen in reputation. As if this were fun for him. 

“Everybody knows that I’m a good girl officer. The house was already on fire- I swear I’m not a liar.”

 “Are you sure about that angel?” he asked, chair squeaking against the linoleum as you gulped. “Because I already called Macks, asking for a description. You matched it perfectly, buying gasoline and a pack of cigarettes. So tell me angel, are you such a good girl?” 

Your heartbeat raced as he stood up suddenly, chair scraping enough the floor, making you flinch as his large hands banged down on the metal. “Yes. I’m a good girl.” you whimpered, not able to meet his eyes as he made his way over to you, his stance predatory as he came up behind you. 

“You wanna know what I think?” he asked mockingly, voice pricking into your skull like needles.

Don't answer. Do not reply Y/N. 

A sharp tug to your hair made you wince, neck snapping back to meet his glare, dark blue eyes peering at your soul as you felt a growl rise in your throat. “Do you?”

 “Yes.” you snarled, knowing you'd have no choice but to hear his little sprawl. He could think whatever he wanted to think- you wouldn't confess. 

“I think your husband was sleeping around, and you got upset. As you should. But instead of doing the mature thing and divorcing him- you decided to burn the house down, with him in it. Did I get it right sweetheart?”

 Another tug burned your scalp and you growled, slamming your hands down on the table. “No. Fuck. You.” A deep chuckle rumbled from behind you, and you wanted nothing more than to claw at the man. 

He was finding humor out of all of this.

 “Oh she uses her big girl word huh? Well before you go on your plea about how I’m a lying, sick fuck sweetheart, let me tell you what I know.” 

“Nothing. You know nothing.” you hissed, pulse racing as you felt your panties dampen the harder he tugged at your hair, the closer he moved to your skin. His breath was hot on your skin as he crouched down, whispering in your ear. 

“ I know that there's no one here right now. It's just the two of us. And I know that the rougher I am, the wetter you get.” You clenched your thighs together, foot bouncing eagerly as his hand caressed your neck, teasing you. 

He sniffed the air, a grin plastered on his face as you whimpered. “I can smell you, you dirty, dirty girl. You like this- don't you?” 

“Questioning is over now officer.” you stated, yanking your hands against the cuffs, the chain jangling as you attempted to break free. Of course, there was no use. You were trapped here until he let you go, and that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. 

Didn't stop you from trying anyways, as you were able to break free of Donvian restraints he had bound to you for so many years.

” Questioning is over when I say it’s over, dolly. I wouldn't want to let the word slip a poor, innocent little wife brutally murdered her husband- would I?” he mocked, forcing your head down on the table, your hand helplessly splayed out at your sides per his strength.

 Your legs wobbled as he stole the chair from under you, tossing it in a corner, clattering to the ground as you winced. 

“Please.” was all you could murmur, the fight slowly draining out of you. 

You wanted this. You wanted this man to fuck you so hard you couldn't walk. But you knew the second he entered you, you'd do whatever he'd say. You'd tell him whatever he wanted to hear. 

You were trapped in his game, and had fallen directly into his lap. It was the dangerous thing about beautiful men. Suddenly, you wish you had listened to your mothers warning. 

“Please what dolly? Please don't say anything? Or please fuck that pretty little pussy of yours?” he drawled, country accent thick as he flipped up your dress, the cool air hitting your soaked panties making you shiver in delight. “Both.”

 “Both? Greedy girl eh? How bout this-” he leaned in close, hand slipping down to brush against the soft skin f your inner thighs. “I’ll keep my lips zipped, if you let me do whatever I want to you. You’re mine.” he whispered, pinching your skin between his fingers, making you squeak out. 

“Yes. Whatever you want sir.” You had signed a deal with the devil with a pen and quill right then in there. 

But what option did you really have? He had the upper hand. 

You could feel his sly grin piercing through your soul, your nipples hardening and poking from the thin fabric as you squirmed in place, the restraints holding you to his every touch. 

Making you stay there and take it. 

It didn't help his much larger, beefy body was changing you in. “Oh sweetheart, it's just so hard isn't it? So hard trying to fight those thoughts screaming at you that this is wrong, and that this is bad for you?” he tsked, a thumb stroking your shoulder blade in a soothing motion as his other hand tugged your flimsy panties down. 

“I know sweet girl. But you dont need to think, okay? You aren't in control here. Let daddy do the thinking, little one. Just take what I give you.” he hummed softly, the sound of his belt jangling making your heart race with excitement. 

“I’m sorry. I didnt mean to, he just made me so mad-” you cried, your tears falling before you could stop them, the facade cracking at the seams the more he touched you. “He didnt deserve a sweet lil thing like you. You're such a good girl, aren't you?” 

You nodded, words trapped in your throat as Bucky slipped two fingers down to your cunt, smearing your slick on his fingers, popping them in his mouth with a moan. 

So sweet. Such a sweet thing. His words set you on fire, as if you were the one trapped in that house. As if you were the one whole limbs were set aflame, scorching and burning recking of tar. 

There was next to no warning before he slipped into you, hand parting your legs ever so slightly, a sweet coo and a kiss placed to the exposed skin on your shoulder. “OH GOD-” you cried, the stretch burning as he slowly pushed into your entrance, an intruder.

 “Such a big stretch aint it doll face? So pretty n tight for me.” he growled, the handcuffs rubbing and digging into your skin as you struggled to reach for him, to grip onto anything to steady yourself. 

It hurt. He hurt.

 Bucky was like a cigarette. Something you knew that was wrong for you, something that eventually kill you someday, taking its sweet time as it seemed into every pore- draining you of life. 

But it felt so good. So, so very fucking good. 

You were hugging him, gripping him as he fully entered you, making you mewl like a kitten. “Did he ever fuck you like this?” he asked softly, a sense of sudden compassion and urgency entering his voice as he took in your disheveled state, sliding out of you, your slick coating his dick making him groan. 

‘He rarely fucked me.” you confessed softly, body jolting as he thrust back into you with such force you felt the air sucked dry from your lungs. “Yea? He didnt fucking deserve a pretty slut like you. Explains this tight cunt though.” he snarled, the sound of his balls slapping through the air as they pounded against your ass, sounding with your moans and whimpers.

 “Please- don’t-tell-” you gasped, feeling his cunt brush your g-spot, eyes mindlessly rolling back in pleasure as he chuckled darkly. “You want me to keep my mouth shut hm honey? How far will you go so I don’t let it slip up?” 

“Anything!” you whined, knowing you were mindlessly falling for his spell with each snap of his hips. Bucky’s hands had tightened on your hips, gripping you through the soft, lacey fabric, your slick smearing and running down your inner thighs as you drooled. 

“Look at you doing big girl things. First, you burn your husband, now this? So much in one night for your little brain eh?” 

Yes. Yes it's too much. 

From the rough pounding your cunt was receiving to the feeling of the shackles digging into your flesh, you feared you'd overflow. It was an addiction. An adrenaline rush you could shake, creeping up on you faster and faster the heavier your breathing got, the low tide in your lower core becoming a tsunami as you clenched around him madly. 

No words could be uttered as you came with a high-pitched cry, fingernails scratching against the metal. “Look atchu, just creamin on my cock.” he cooed, yanking on your hair to snap your head back, the action alone making you bare your teeth, your fierce spark catching lame once more as you stared at him. 

“M’not on any pills.” you mumbled incoherently. “Well ain't that a drag?” he teased, hips sputtering as he came inside you with a grunt, head thrown back in pleasure as he moaned your name. 

“Not inside. Can’t- can’t inside.”

 “Too bad.” he whispered mockingly, and you winced as you felt the warm, oozing liquid seep out of your abused hole s he pulled out gently. “Bucky- we can't-” 

“You dont have the upper hand in this doll. You said anything, don’t you remember?”

 You were done for. Done. 

“You won't tell, right?” you asked nervously, a small yelp escaping you as he snapped the elastic band back up over your hips, his cum sticking to your puffy, swollen cunt. 

“My lips are sealed honey.” he smiled, hand spanking your ass playfully as he zipped his pants back up quickly, as if nothing had happened. 

As if he hadn't just rearranged your guts had made you a drooling, cockdrunk mess on his dick. 

You lifted your wrists hopefully, praying he’d unlock the cuffs and free you. He clucked his tongue, shaking his head with a smile. 

If you can't stand the heat, then get out of the fire- you might get what you desire. 

You had gotten yourself into this mess. You had been played by another man. But this time, you weren't sure if you were so against it. You watched with curiosity as he pulled out his phone, punching in a number and bringing it to his ear to prevent you from hearing the voice on the other end. 

You knew better than to ask questions.

 “Rogers? Yeah I got her here with me. She's bound.” A murmur voiced from the other side, something the mystery man said making Bucky chuckle, voice low and deep. 

“Yeah she's trouble.” He tilted his head, winking at you. It was confusing, the way he treated you. Like an angel one second, like a devil the next. 

You just prayed he was feeling angelic after that little fiasco the two of you had gotten into a few minutes prior. 

“We’re going to need backup. Call Murdock.” 

You gulped. Oh god.

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Hi there! I want to say tysm again for doing my Hsr MC x Genshin Impact MC s/o request. So i was rereading that post for the fourth time i think (i cant help but imagine cute and dorky stuff they would do together whenever i reread your post) and a thought popped up on what would it be like if the traveler are with the others. So can i request hcs of the rest of the Astral Express crew (Himeko, Welt, March, and Dan heng) x s/o like traveler from genshin impact

(Btw TYSM FOR YOUR SONG SUGGESTIONS, i went and play all the songs you suggest and DAMN YOU HAVE GREAT TASTE, i can honestly see myself listening to it on loop. Melanie Martinez hasnt lost her touch but then again there is no way she would, she’s too amazing. Rn im currently listening to the entire album after listening to your suggestions. I still prefer her older albums like Cry baby and k-12 but that may change with me listening to PORTALS, its too early to say but i might update on you about it

Also HI THERE FELLOW MARETU FAN! Its so nice to know there’s someone else who likes their songs as well (none of my friends like their songs T.T) What’s your favourite song from MARETU? Mine is Mind Brand, ITS SO GOOD AND IM PROUD TO SAY I LOVE IT) Hope you have a great day/night btw!

- Flower Anon 🌸

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A/N: Hello Flower Anon! Thank you so much for your request and I'm glad you liked my song suggestions! I'm also so happy to meet another MARETU fan! My favourite song of theirs is DEFINITELY "Magical doctor"! I listen to it all the time and am obsessed with it haha!<33

Content: Traveler reader, tiny bit of angst if you squint hard enough, confessions, mutual pinning(kinda), friends to lovers, fluff, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》March 7th

She instantly did her best to become your friend at first, when you arrived on the Astral Express. She was determined to be your guide and show you the ropes, so everyone let her do it, as you also seemed to trust her fairly quickly.

You two became inseparable quite fast and always spent time together on the Express or on missions. She comforted you, whenever you were sad about your twin and promised to help you find them eventually. Surely you could, if you did it together! Yeah... her crush was very obvious for absolutely everyone and it was honestly adorable. But it was alright, as you felt the same.

She's fiercely protective of you on the battlefield and always shields you first out of everyone. She doesn't let you get hurt no matter what, even if you can handle yourself. You two still need to find your twin together after all, so just let her help you.

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》Dan Heng

He didn't think much of you at first, until he read up more on you and your situation. And after also talking to you, he started sympathising with your situation deep down, which made him warm up to you alot over time.

Once he does, he let's you hang out with him alot in his room, where he tries finding something on your twin in the archives. Is his way of comforting you, as he indirectly promises you that he'll help you find your twin this way. He doesn't notice his growing feelings for you either, so you might have to confess first eventually.

He's very protective of you and always keeps his eyes on you one way or another. He doesn't let anything hurt you and has your back during any battles you may have. You can count on him to keep you safe that's for sure.

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》Himeko

Himeko was the one to allow you to stay and therefore quickly became the person you relied on the most. You were quite grateful, even if she didn't see it as a big deal. She always comforts you and reassures you that she'll help you find your twin with all the resources she has.

You spend most of your days with her in the Astral Express watching the stars and drinking tea. She's always so interested in everything you talk about and takes time off work you whenever you need it. It was no surprise therefore, when feelings eventually just flourished between you two.

She doesn't let you on missions without her and she rarely does them as is, so you won't ever be in harms way. She wants you to live a comfortable and peaceful life on the Express, free of any stress or worries.

-----♡

》Welt Yang

Welt understood how you felt and therefore offered to help you out with anything you may need. That also included comforting you, when you were devastated about your lost twin. He promised, to help you find them and actually has a high chance of achieving that.

You spend alot of time with him on the Express and missions, as he is very dependable and comforting to you. Any questions you may have are answered by him with ease, you could practically listen to him talk all day and you do, whenever he explains something to you. He'll be painfully aware of his feelings for you, but will only admit them to you, once he knows you feel the same.

You can rely on him during any battle to protect you. It doesn't matter if you can defend yourself or not, he'll keep an eye on you at all times. You definitely don't have to worry about anything, when he's around.

-----♡

A/N: I hope this was okay, Flower Anon! And I'm so sorry for the wait!<33

[her-acts-of-cruelty]

it’s over, isn’t it?

theres a lack of lemon content and i am here to change that

this is some domestic stuff i wrote out of spite, because we as a fandom are not exploiting the thomas thing

written for the sexy @suniico

.............................

“You’ve got to be taking the piss” he’s wide eyed and leaning away from you in defeat, “how have you never seen thomas the tank engine?”

You shrug, ”not something i really put on, fireman sam was good though”

“Love, I don’t think this relationship can go on much longer, I have to educate you” he hunches over to grab the remote to the tv.

“Do i get a say in this?” 

“No, you’re gonna stop, watch, and learn and then after the first episode I am going to quiz you on what occurred” he points an accusatory finger at you, flicking through the channels without even thinking about it as the familiar theme tune begun to blare out. 

“Great to meet you Mr. Lemon, sir, thought we had finished with school huh?” you groan, leaning back against your citrus lover.

“This is more important than school ever was, Thomas is a way of life” he insists, gesturing to the train rolling onto the screen. 

Unfortunately, you enjoyed the show more than you expected to, and it lasted way more than you thought a children’s cartoon should. It wasn’t quite like a spiritual experience, which must have been the case for Lemon, but you were definitely pleasantly surprised. And, as promised he began asking you quick fire questions, ones like “who was the fat controller? What was the moral of the story? How many trains passed Gordon by?”.  By some weird twist of luck, you had gotten every question right, which earned you a content hum from lemon, “Alright, maybe you did pay attention, good job love.”

“And now?” you raise an eyebrow

“And now what?” 

You scoff, “Well i was expecting, i dunno, a prize? A reward?” 

He laughs softly, turning to face you, “and what did you have in mind?”

Shuffling the smallest bit closer, your eyes drift to his lips, “oh i dunno-”

His comical expression fades and he leans into you- only to be stopped by the intrusion of your hand, “you can do the dishes, and finish the laundry, as you thought you could get away with leaving your blood stained work clothes on the brand new bloody carpet”

A pained huff is all that comes from him at first, “really?”

You get up, “c’mon, i’ve got stuff to do too, what would thomas say?” you half mock him, now realising the weight you had to use against him.

“Fuck off, don’t use thomas against me! You got me excited then, thought me might y’know, bless the new couch” he wiggles his eyebrows at that last part, looking up at you for approval. 

Much to his dismay you scoff, “thomas is right there on that screen, you wouldn’t want him seeing that would you?”

“Oh so im being cockblocked by thomas now? christ almighty” he rests his head in his hands, reevaluating his life choices. 

“Well, ill let you get prepared to do the dishes, thinking of popping out to get a crate of something?” you do an awkward finger gun gesture, which earns you a disappointed sigh. 

“At least get me something would ya? This is a celebration, you lost your train-ginity!”

You give him a disgusted glare, “my what?” 

“You heard me, you got to experience the magic train”

Laughing, you walk out into the hallway to get your coat and shoes on, “i see why tangerine gets pissy whenever you bring up thomas now, did you give him the same lecture?”

Hes stood in the doorway now, leaning against it’s frame, “funny enough, no, because he would wake up every morning at 7am to make sure i didn’t miss an episode, even watched it with me on saturdays” 

You shake your head in a wave of disbelief, “Thanks for letting me be the first person you serenade with Thomas the tank engine? Oh, and the sentimental rant?”

He nods full of glee, “not a problem”

You yank the door handle and open the door, “ill see you soon yeah?” you kiss his cheek

“Woah- hang on there-” he says defensively, putting his hands out as a precaution

“What?”

“I’d like a proper kiss if you’re gonna leave me here like this, yknow, to motivate me”

You roll your eyes before smashing your lips against him, getting a grateful noise from him, you pull away a second later though, “happier?”

He stands tall and grins, you cant help but let out an amused chuckle, “good, ill see you soon love” and off you pop

[suncakie]

—Where were you all these years? | Tendou Satori

Day nineteen.

31 Days of Haikyuu Masterlist. [🏐]

Theme. Playground Memories

Pronouns used. They/them

Warnings. Angst

Notes. Excuse my changing of styles, I'm experimenting something new rn:D

They looked stunning.

By wearing baggy clothing at least.

They sat quietly on the swings in the playground, contrasting to the bright and busy nights of the chilly christmas eve.

Tendou just happened to pass by after going on some coffee trip after visiting the Aoba Castle with a couple of friends, he might as well meet someone new this Christmas eh?

Besides, no one deserves to be alone for Christmas.

Tendou sat down beside them, on the swing beside theirs to be exact, Their mind seemed to be drifting off to wonderland as the atmosphere seemed to be sulky when he sat there.

He started to notice how they only wore a White large tee and some baggy slacks, the redhead moved to stand up, slowly approaching them.

You on the other hand, sat in the swing with your head on the clouds, you dont have a clue of what the date is today, but by seeing how it seems to be chilly than usual(ofc with the snow being a clear sign) its probably mid December.

Something heavy was suddenly placed on your shoulders—quite literally too—a scarf, it seemed to be brand new too, a pattern of Purple and white decorating it with a customized embroidered name—Tendou Satori—huh?

"Te-Tendou-san?"

You tempted to speak, its been awhile since you used your own voice, you've been thinking so much about things lately that you forgotten how to speak, might as well be mute by then.

"Thats me! Whats your name?"

The redhead started off uncharacteristically calm and collected, you seemed to be shaken up when he placed the scarf, flinching to his touch, that says something.

You didn't answer.

You just stared at him confusingly, your eyes wanted to ramble on with so many things—least that is what Tendou cound see—but you don't have the right words to put it.

Instead, you summed everything up with a short and straightforward phrase, seemingly loosing the energy he assumed you had.

"I can't remember"

Tendou just starred up at you, before laughing, asking you why you cant remember and you just shrugged.

"Im suffering from memory lost okay? Im sorry"

He just starred at you, before looking past you, there was a coffee shop, which reminded him about the coffee he had left sitting out in the cold, A Hydro Flask aint i right?

"Drink up"

You turned your head towards him again, this time, he held up some sort of jug, the contents inside it puffing out smoke, you touched the jug out of curiosity, its cold.

"What's this?"

"Coffee, its light though if you're wondering" the boy answered, swinging back and forth on the swing.

You placed the jug between your lips, oh; its hot, quite opposite of the temperature the outside of the jug has.

But wait— why is it empty so quickly?

"Its empty?"

Tendou looked at you as his nose crinkled in thought before his expression shifted to realization as he stood up, taking the jug from your hands in the process.

"Sorry sorry, I must of drank too much earlier, ill get a refill from that coffee shop over there, want to come?"

The redhead gestured towards the coffee shop down the street, one that you attempted to go in but was kicked out once they realized you weren't gonna buy anything.

You wanted to join him, but the feeling of embarrassment settled in your head as you shook your head no, prompting to just wait for him outside.

He looked at you quizingly, like you answered the easiest question wrong "but its warm in there, warmer than here" Tendou gestured towards the piles of snow that was gathered at the sides, making way for people to walk pass.

You shook your head again, this time with your hand waving as a sign of no, the redhead understood and gestured you to wait for him as he went inside the Coffee shop.

A little while later, Tendou came back again, this time holding a steaming hot coffee in his jug, a smile on his face imagining what you would look like when warmed up to the fullest.

But his smile faltered when he saw the once occupied swing empty, his scaf laid on the white snow, a void of footprints not telling him where you have gone.

The next day came faster than usual, Tendou enjoyed the morning with his parents, making jokes and helping out with breakfast.

Tendou's father then asked the redhead to grab the newspaper for him by the doorstep, Tendou gave a joking remark at how people don't read the paper nowadays and called his pops a boomer which he laughed at.

Upon opening the door, his eyes landed on a familiar face in front of the paper, a frown was on his features until his father called out, jokingly saying who's the boomer now as he caught his own son reading the paper.

Tendou laughed at this as he threw the paper in the table, closing the door and walking back to his family, taking a mental note to reread the paper once he was alone.

What? You can't totally blame him, i mean who else would be so on edge when the person you saw a day before was reported missing for two years now?

Day 19

@suncakie 31 days of Haikyuu

[lepidopteragirl]

tbh, as much as i love hating and being a hater, i think /r tntduo in the nevadas era is rly interesting and if i wasn't a toxic karlnapityolo i think their dynamic would rot my brain So Much. however i do unironically strongly dislike ''right person wrong time'' soft pogtopia era ctnt so fucking much. obvs niki's birthday party happened lol, clearly they have a smth.. going on if you want to read it like that, and while i think it could be fun to look at that like that, i personally don't rly think that kind of hurt/comfort, sitting on the roof heart to heart kind of thing really works with them mostly bc, for lack of a better word, i don't think cwilbur really respects cquackity as an equal rly in s1/manburg era. he calls quackity schlatt's bitch for fuck's sake. (and perhaps this is a little bit fair given how swag2020's victory got started off, but i also am a toxic quolo and i feel like reading the whole story cq pays farrrr more he's got narrative consequences than his narrative crimes and it makes it hard for me to get upset w him also he's my special little boy i don't even care, okay?)

cwilbur has that bossy older sibling thing (/aff) going on where he very much sees his position towards a lot ppl during s1 as a leader, older sort of for lack of a better word authoritative figure who knows better than most everyone. (obvs cwilbur mental illness plays into this but it is also kinda not good lol) and im sort of scared to touch this bc i fear it will erupt into the most horrid rancid discourse to grace this fine earth, but the fact that cquackity is a few years (five i think actually lol) younger than cwilbur absolutely plays into this too. im not gonna sit here and go oh no fictional age gap bad bc i gen do not care about how it makes their relationship "toxic" or not lol. (also rpverse tnt my beloved are the only version of ctnt that wont be just a little but toxic imo tbh, the toxic-ness is where the fun comes in lmao.) however, it very much affects how the two of them interact in s1. it doesn't necessarily make their dynamic Bad or #Problematic or one of them using the other etc i don't think, but i do think it's why pogtopia era tnt content that starts w ''these two make out/fuck sometimes but they're both sad and somehow let down walls to take care of each other'' doesn't really work like it does in the las nevadas era. (which even as the worlds most toxic karlnapityolo i v much enjoy if ppl do it right) part of the issue i think is that some ppl transplant their s3 dynamic back into s1 and treat it like its the same, and i don't really think it works.

to me, its that huge change in the dynamic between s1 and s3 that makes nevadas era tntduo so intriguing. its part of what makes the " i don't think about you" line so hot sexy etc imo, the shift from cquackity being so Young in so many ways and then coming back face to face with cwilbur and being able to stand toe to toe with him now. (i am am not immune to girlboss cq.) its cquackity reinventing himself, he's not the little boy who wasn't worth cwilbur considering as a real candidate, one who would never be worth enough to be a real leader of lmanburg. he's not schlatt's bitch anymore, hes no one's bitch. he's not the naive ditz that stood on a hillside at sunset with cwilbur and was told he was too weak, too scared, too soft to do what's needed to get power. but he's better, he's better than that too, there are no walls around las nevadas, and he'll even offer wilbur a job as his vice when he wasn't even let in the gates of wilbur's nation. hes winning and by god will he make sure wilbur knows it. love her shes soooo crazy omg

(is it perhaps not that healthy mental state no it is not but he is like elle woods but withso many more problems he is moving to a brand new city and teaching himself how to die and so long to the person you begged him to be he's down he's dead etc i love characters sooo much)

also if i have to pick up one more rly good s1 cquack character study that suddenly springs ''then wilbur and quackity fucked in pogtopia'' im going to become the joker slash serious