#their on and off again era was calling i don't make the rules

[touchbased]

"wait. you seriously think i'm jealous?" laugh is harsh and not at all convincing. "why the fuck would i be jealous of her?" / @bestcurse

[yanderedrabbles]

Helloooo! I just loved the old west gang. Traumatized? Yes. Curious? Yes. But specifically the Lakota wrangler caught my attention, and oooh this part:

"""Don't be. You're my reward, my reparation." He brushed his knuckles across your cheek again.

"I've waited my whole life for you."

You wanted to ask why. What made you so special? Why did he want to keep you? ""

VAL, TELL ME WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? WHAT'S HIS STORY? WHAT'S HIS DEBT?

OH MY GOD HIS PART IS SO 💕💕💕💕

TELL US THEIR BACKGROUND PLEASE 🥹🥹🥹

Yandere Outlaws - The Wrangler's Past + the gang hearing about you for the first time

I think the wrangler probably has one of the most interesting backgrounds. We all know that the Wild West era was no fun at all for Native American tribes. Manifest Destiny and all the terrible things done in it's name saw Native tribes being confined to smaller and smaller reservations, with stricter and stricter rules. Bison were disappearing, the railroads were cutting across hunting lands, and permanent settlers were coming west in droves.

I think in the face of all that, the wrangler felt like he had to adapt or die. Set out on his own and try and make it in the white man's world.

I reckon he falls in with the boss after a nasty bar fight. Him against some cowboys who feel like a Lakota on "their" turf is blasphemy.

Things don't look good at all. He's a strong fighter but numbers almost always trumps skill. He's going to end up dead in the mud and no one will give a damn.

Well, until the boss arrives. Maybe the boss is an old quick draw and when the smoke settles the cowboys are down for good. Or maybe the boss just has that look to him, that keen eyed glare that makes dumb cowhands think better of their bravado.

Either way, he hauls the wrangler out of the mud and offers him a job.

"Need a man for my horses. I'll pay you good to stick with us for coupla weeks."

The wrangler agrees. Because hell, what else is there to do? And if the older man looks hard edged and hard eyed, how much does that really matter? This is the West. You either get tough or get buried.

I think one way or another, the boss earns his loyalty. He gives him a sense of belonging he hasn't felt since he set out on his own. Gives him a purpose. And well, robbing banks and derailing trains and sticking it to old Uncle Sam is about the best he can do to make up for what his tribe has been through. Just one more outlaw pricking Washington in the thumb.

And as for you, sweet thing that you are, oh, you're what he's waited for all his life.

A girl to call his own. Soft and kind, to keep the cold away. Looking in your eyes makes it so easy to forget all the shit he's been through, all the shit he's done. He's been through his share of trouble and then some. He deserves a place to rest his head, a person to call home.

So what if you aren't willing? The world has gone out of its way to take what should have been his by right. The bison, the land, the open sky and flowing water. All of it divvied up and fenced off. He's not letting anyone get in the way of the one good thing he can finally call his own.

I think the thing that initially attracts him to you is the story of you and the second in command. The second is Chinese and he hasn't had it easy either. He could either work the railroads or die in a ditch. Not the best options, but just about the only ones open to an immigrant's son.

If you were anyone else, you'd have screamed your head off when you found him bleeding in your barn.

You didn't. Instead, you put him back together and kept him safe from your pa.

When he first heard the story, it was a cold night out on the planes. They'd just pulled off a job and were sleeping rough, trying to throw the law dogs off their trail.

The second kept looking out to the west. Maybe he was keeping an eye out for pursuit, but they'd pulled their job off back east. Marshals would be coming from that direction, if at all.

Finally, he gave in to his curiosity and asked the man what the hell he was looking for.

"My girl," he said simply. "My girl stays out that way."

The outlaws grew quiet around the fire.

"I didn't know you had one," the boss said, elbows on his knees as he sharpened his boot knife. "Is that where you go off to when we're in town?"

"Mm-hmm. I like to check in on her."

The gunslingers leaned forward then, as in sync as coyotes.

"She must be one hell of a girl, if she can put up with your ugly mug."

"Is she pretty? Got those nice eyes that look up at you all sweet?"

He ignored them and went back to looking west, like he could somehow see over all those miles.

"Do you love her?" the wrangler asked suddenly. He didn't know why he asked that, just that it seemed important.

"More than I thought possible. Every time I see her it's like my heart is breaking. If I can't have her, I think I'll go mad."

The boss looked up for a second, blue eyes catching the firelight. "You gonna marry her then?"

The second laughed, uncharacteristically nervous. "She doesn't even know I exist."

The boss stopped sharpening his knife. "How do you know you love her, if you ain't never talked to her?"

"She saved my life. That's how I know."

The wrangler looked up at the sky and wondered who would go out of their way to save an outlaw.

The boss stuck his knife in his boot. "Tell us the story."

Maybe if anyone else asked, the second would have refused. You were his girl. He didn't want to share even the memory of you with other men.

But you don't say no to the boss.

When he was done telling it, the outlaws were quiet. Lost in their own thoughts. All of them thinking how sweet it would be to have a girl like that. Feeling for a second what he felt every time he thought of you.

It was the wrangler who broke the silence, only half aware he was speaking. "I'd do anything to have a girl like that. Someone so kind..."

The dark skinned outlaw leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "She sounds too good for either of you."

"And you're any better?"

He didn't get to answer. The green eyed gunslinger cut in, his voice low and mean.

"She sounds real innocent. Kind of girl who'll cry when you fuck her for the first time."

The second in command stood with a snarl, already reaching for his rifle.

"Don't."

The boss, quiet but no less dangerous for being so.

"We're all men here. We're all gonna think somethin' like that when you tell us 'bout a girl so...untouched."

The second sat back down stiffly, his jaw clenched tight.

The boss continued, "Ain't like we're gonna steal your girl from you. Let it go."

The wrangler didn't let it go though. Not even when they were back in their hideout, a whole lot richer than they were a week ago.

He stopped the second in command when he was saddling up his mustang.

"Take me with you. I want to see this girl of yours."

If it was anyone else, he'd have said no on the spot. But the wrangler had a quiet gentleness about him that made the second agree.

They watched you from a hill overlooking your father's ranch. Just two shadows against the setting sun.

One of your horses had taken sick and you were walking it around the corral. Stopping every little while to stroke its neck or rub its nose, whispering encouragement. You were patient, gentle. The hem of your skirt tucked into your belt and showing off a sliver of thigh as you moved.

The wrangler sighed and stroked his horse's neck.

"I understand now."

"Understand what?"

"Why you keep looking for her, even if you're a hundred miles away."

As they rode home, he found himself doing the same thing. Looking over his shoulder like he could somehow see you one last time.

And the first time he saw you up close? Backed up against the kitchen table, corned like a vixen at the hunt? That's when he realised exactly what you were.

You were his reward.

The one good thing he'd struggled all his life to find. You were going to be his peace. His home.

And the first time he had you? On your knees, kissing his cock, your eyelashes still wet with tears? That's when he decided he'd keep you, no matter how cruel it was. No matter that doing it would strip him of any claim to goodness. A good man wouldn't get hard seeing you cry. A good man wouldn't fuck you when all you wanted was to go home.

But then again, how could he stay a good man in a world that hated him? That wanted him dead and gone?

When he kissed you, he signed away his last bit of honour. It doesn't matter that he holds you so gently, that he touches you like a lover.

He'll never let you go. And ain't that just a bitch?

[edenspoem]

♱: a/n: i don't know much about how prison works in piltover (because we did not recieve any details or storyline regarding that era) so this is just for make-believe funsies! need to be vi's prison wife rn.. mdni.

being involved with the least-upstanding convict, violet, has its pros and its cons—but one outweighs the other. on the more heart-pounding side of being dubbed “cupcake” by her, with no ounce of sweetness or cherried disposition to owe you it, there are moments that make you wish you were a good girl.

made you wish you'd met outside prison.

pros: violating the rules got you in here, you and vi have that in common. which, in all cases, facilitated your time together; you can break them with someone else. freerunning is an all-time favorite. sprinting across ledges and vaulting over light-seeking crevices to adjourn—or escape—is your shared idea of freedom. though, before midnight hit, you both made sure to be spotless of adventure, and in bed. another pro: it was always hers.

your thumb presses at the ink-job on her neck, and she bites your shoulder with a grunt, eliciting something in return. subtle, pleasurable pain pulls through the godless corners of your neck. “dammit, vi. if we get caught because of you..” a dopey giggle is pressed into your pulse point, it tickles. you swallow it. “i can't get in trouble again.”

a cold spot of spit is left to evaporate, vi moving from your cartoid to—well, you assume—spare an answer, but she shuts your lips with hers. she spends a moment of silent mouthing, tugging, licking, grinding the seam over her groin into your clit, to shun the claim. it almost pulled more than a moan: a buck, a bite, or a slap if you felt generous. so, you nudge her off. and violet—of course—eyes you with low-browed, puppy-eyed concern and confusion—like she didn't hear you before. for once during your time here, your wrist genuinely ached to slap this idiot you call your prison-girlfriend. “i need to be on fucking gold-standard behaviour. we can do this when we're both out.”

you slip and inch out from under—just an inch, before fingers you're most familiar with, inside and out, tug your core back to where she wants it to belong. striking, baby-blues hold you in that place. “stay,” her voice delicately cracks; she tries to keep you near with a soothing tone. her grip is tight, while her demand is too soft and sentimental to not laugh. regardless, these hands worked some magic on you—considering one feathered touch to the inside of your thigh, and a whine escapes. “trust me, they're going to find a reason to keep you in here. the least you could do is be a good girl while you are.” vi's crass statements and perversions are the only con you could think of: they get you fucking wet—too wet to forget.

[mingoner]

reveal the banns!

there are many ways for men to fall in love this marriage season, whether they wish to or not, and fall in love they do.

k. hongjoong ⋆˙⟡

pianoforte the man your parents arranged for you to marry comes from a musical family and requires a musical partner, so you arrange for a pianoforte tutor to assist you in learning in order to marry well and provide for your family. the only problem in this is how your tutor looks in his coat and how he keeps looking at you in a way that makes your heart betray you.

p. seonghwa ⋆˙⟡

calling cards you have been able to make a name for yourself in creating garden landscapes for wealthy London elites, semi-successfully getting your parents off your back about marrying well. when a mutual friend connects you with a new client - a lonely bachelor named seonghwa - feelings wither before they grow fonder, but how will they end?

j. yunho ⋆˙⟡

dearest from the countryside, yunho has been trading letters about politics and current affairs with an unknown friend in town. when he decides to spend the season in london he seeks out his friend, but when he goes to his penpal’s address he only finds his “sister”. it’s interesting how your brother never seems to be in, but he enjoys talking with you too much to question it.

k. yeosang ⋆˙⟡

a faux pas your new neighbor yeosang thinks he is above making connections with those so steadily positioned beneath him. or, that is the message your family and others receive when he moves into the neighborhood with no attempt at civility, and doesn't offer introductions, or even dances (and sometimes attendance) at neighborhood balls. is he really so cold or does he just not know the rules of country society?

c. san ⋆˙⟡

compliments to the navy you once said yes to being with san until death do you part, but you were torn apart earlier than that because of his deployment in the navy. he ended things with you because he did not want to keep you waiting, but five years later he's back, even more handsome, and a lot more rich. the question is - can he win your heart once again? or, have you moved on or hardened your heart after so many years away?

s. mingi ⋆˙⟡

hands without gloves you were a wonderful matchmaker in your town, but the one person you just could not seem to find a match for was your awkward childhood friend. could it be because he was not interested or because you just couldn't find anyone good enough for him? you just might have to get creative, and look at people you may have never considered before.

j. wooyoung ⋆˙⟡

promenade when a sudden, surprise guest moves into your countryside home, apparently ousted from london for "naughty behavior", he is meant to be reformed in you and your brother's serious presences. as an old friend of your brother's, wooyoung is only slightly looking forward to his banishment to the country, but things turn around quickly when he sees the other guest within the residence: you. he only has half of a marriage season to make you fall for him, so what antics will he and you get caught in along the way?

c. jongho ⋆˙⟡

a turn about the room jongho is your best friend's brother, and you have always known him to be indifferent to everyone and everything. year after year he has shown no interest in the marriage market; however, when you ask him to help you find your own match his interest just might, finally, be piqued.

series notes:

this series is set in regency era London

i would like to model more austen than bridgerton but i am just a girl and i love dishy, trashy tv

the stories will mostly be the boys and a female reader just because everything in the time period is so gendered i don't think i will be able to do the series with a gender neutral reader without it sounding too stiff, so i do apologize for any inconveniences in advance!

there will be notes on each story though if it is a female reader or if i was able to avoid pronouns and generally gendered societal things

i have a taglist open if anyone might want that? idk if anyone would

i used a little inspiration for titles from this austen challenge, or from the austen books the stories are referencing (if they are referencing one)

thank you for reading! :)

[dix0nspretty]

Too Quiet

Summary: When cleaning house with Soap, you get stabbed and he disappears.

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x F!Reader (platonic? ish?), 1.3k words.

Era: First half of MW2

TW: Discussions of fights, stabbing, violent death (not Soap, don't worry), fainting from blood loss. Worried 141 men.

Day 23 of my bastardized version of Russian Roulette Febuwhump/Kinktober for March that I'm affectionately calling Trinket's Cause of Death. It's basically 50/50 whump/kink where I generate a number corresponding to a prompt. This first whump prompt!

Day 23: Missing on the mission with Soap (whump)

Soap’s missing and it just might be your fault.

Soap was assigned to clear the houses to the left of the neighbourhood with you as his backup, something easy and almost mindless. Johnny and you have the highest scores when it comes to cleaning house. It’s nearly effortless as you clean room after room methodically and with a speed that makes rookies shake in their boots.

How you didn’t see the hostile hiding around the corner will piss you off for months- longer if you don’t find your partner in one piece. The hit to your skull dazed you instead of knocking you unconscious, but they’d dragged you into the bathroom’s tub before you could alert Johnny or anyone else.

The bastard tried to stab you to death but only managed to get the blade around your gear once before you disarmed and slaughtered him with his own blade. He’d tried to slip the blade between your ribs, but the fucker misjudged and just gouged right on top of your seventh right rib.

Climbing out of the tub filled with slippery blood with a burning stab wound was no easy feat, but you’d fought through worse. The hall sounds quiet, almost too quiet. Maybe Soap didn’t notice you get snatched.

The entire fight only took 45 seconds, but by the time you emerged into the hallway, breathing raggedly as adrenaline pumps through your veins, Johnny’s disappeared.

“Bravo 7-1?” You pant into the comms line when you don’t immediately see Soap. “Bravo 7-1, how copy?”

“What’s wrong, Bravo 7-2?” There’s Captain Price, ready and listening to comms as always. Always ready to help his team.

“I’m injured, Cap,” you pant out and touch your wound to see how bad it is. That’s a lot of blood. “Hostile got me in the ribs with a KA-BAR, lost track o’… fuck, of Johnny.”

You can almost hear Price bristle over comms at the knowledge that you’re hurt and Soap’s out of sight. “Sitrep, Sergeant. How’s the bleeding?”

You take another moment to consider, using the wall as a crutch while inching towards the direction Johnny went. “I’ll live… probably. Soap, where the fuck are you?”

No answer over the comms system and you can feel the tension building through the line between the rest of the 141.

“Johnny.” Ghost pops in, gruff and demanding an answer. “Report.”

Once again, no response. That’s a problem- Soap never misses a chance to talk to Ghost, even when he’s been injured. So he’s either incapacitated or separated from his comms, both of which are big problems as well.

“What do I do, Cap?” You ask, more worried about keeping your rifle up than applying pressure to the steadily bleeding wound in your side. “House isn’t cleared and there could be more hostiles.”

As Price deliberates, you make it to the left turn in the hallway, slumping against the wall as you peer down. Nothing but a bloody bootprint halfway down. It’s clear that it’s fresh, but how fresh?

The comms crackle and Price speaks up. “Clear the rest of the house. Ghost is repositioning and I’m sending Gaz to assist. If you don’t find Soap, we’ll reevaluate.”

That’s code for ‘go entirely off of Shepherd’s rules and find Johnny because we aren’t going anywhere without him’. Shepherd and the brass might want this mission done, but nothing’s happening without Soap. Each and every member of the 141 has gone against orders from above before and will do it again, especially for their teammates. For Johnny.

You stumble your way through the rest of the first and second floor, doing your best to stay silent and not alert any hostiles that you’re present and severely injured. Each step you feel a little more lightheaded and every second more concerned for Johnny and his uncharacteristic silence. Is he hurt? Is he unconscious? Is he-

The quiet steps behind you make you whirl around with your rifle ready to kill, but you go too far in your dizzy state and collapse forward, vertigo getting the best of you and sending you into someone’s chest with a startled ‘oof’.

“There ye are love, dinnae ken where ye went.”

“Johnny…?” Your voice comes out too dazed for your liking, but all you can think is you’re so lucky it was an ally and not a hostile and especially that it’s Johnny. “Why the fuck aren’t you answering comms? I was looking for… f… for you.”

Johnny shifts his grip on you, easily disarming and shuffling the rifle out of the way to properly keep you upright. He doesn’t feel as warm as normal, you notice almost dazedly. “Got in a wee tussle with some Irish bastard in the kitchen, took a hit an’ shattered my earpiece. The fuck happened tae ye, look like ye lost a fight with a shark.”

Fuck, when did you get so bad off? You didn’t check the fucking kitchen? It’s a miracle you lived long enough to even see the second floor.

That draws a weak laugh and your knees buckle forward, putting your whole weight into his chest and drawing an ‘oof’ of strain. “Jesus, bon. Give a lad some warning. Ye’re fucked, hm?”

You nod, the motion setting off a spinning in your head. “Got dragged into the bathroom, bas… bastard stabbed me. By th’ time I put him down, I couldn’t find you…”

Johnny tuts and eases you down to the floor, leaning you against the wall and arranging you so he can get a good look at your side. “Steamin’ Jesus, bon. Ye were looking for me an’ bleeding tae fucking death. Why didn’t ye put pressure on this, stubborn brat…”

His hand is on your ribs a moment later, the sudden pressure drawing a pained string of curse words that you didn’t even know went together. Johnny laughs and only presses down harder, intent on stemming the excessive bleeding. “Dinnae think I’ve ever heard it put quite that way, birdie.”

Soap’s other hand nonchalantly digs in your ear and plucks your comms free, popping it into his own ear without a care in the world. “Cap, it’s Johnny. Aye, I found 7-2. Lost my comms in a tussle sir, nothing’s wrong. ‘Cept birdie seems intent on bleeding out.”

“Don’t tell him that,” You hiss but Johnny only playfully covers your mouth with his hand, giving you a boyish wink and glancing around to make sure no other hostiles appear while he listens in on a conversation you’re not privy to.

You blink and suddenly Gaz is there as well, patting your cheek and looking down at you with those worried brown eyes. He softens some when you blink up at him, relieved. “There you are, love.”

“When’d you get here…” You mumble, the words slightly slurred. Didn’t you only blink? When did he sneak up? When did Soap move to your side, looking much more like a Sergeant at work than your teammate as both hands keep pressure on your side. His gaze is hard and focused, even as the cut on his eyebrow from his struggle bleeds into his eye.

“You passed out,” Kyle informs you and takes your rifle entirely, passing it to Soap. “Decided to take a nap and scare Johnny half to death. Think it’s time to get you home, hm?”

Johnny gives a scoff in the affirmative and helps Gaz get you up, both men ignoring the way your legs won’t hold your weight or how you curse in pain. “Jesus fuck son of a…. Be gentle.”

“Yes ma’am,” Gaz deadpans as he and Soap each take one side, leading you out of the house and to a waiting Price and Ghost who look entirely unimpressed. Their expressions both shift when they see the state you’re in. It’s easy to see how much they care once you know the men. The way Ghost’s jaw muscles ripple with frustration and worry or how Price immediately lights a new cigar.

You’re going to be in for the lecture your life… once you’re stitched up in the medbay. At least Johnny turned out to be okay.

[cina-full-moon-xanadium]

Heisei/Reiwa Kamen Rider Bike Riding Time research

Hello there! Does anyone remember from a little while back when this image was going around?

For a while, at least in fan communities I frequented; this was quite infamous for showing just how sharp a decline Kamen Rider's namesake had become in the last few years, with the absolute nadir of the Heisei 20th anniversary Kamen Rider using his bike for a total of 47 seconds (and also, on the other end; just how much Kuuga would not get off his bike)

Obviously, it's been a few years since Saber now; and I've found myself wondering from time to time exactly how the Riders since then have fared, especially since both Geats and Gotchard have garnered a reputation of sorts for putting a bit more emphasis on the bikes and feeling like they have more screentime than your Zero-Ones and your Sabers.

So! I went looking and found the source. This extremely dedicated Japanese poster called Yamashita Radio who of course I will be basing the majority of this on, including his rules and his counting. And when I say 'dedicated' I mean that at one point he lost all his data so he just counted Kuuga through Saber all over again. MAD respect for this man! I highly recommend a full readthrough of this 5-part post at one point because it's very impressive and interesting stuff in my opinion

One other interesting point is that that chart there? That's main rider only; and also includes any riding they did as civilians. There is a separate chart for all motorbike riding in the show as a whole; including other riders, including monsters, including even just random civilians! For posterity, I think it's important to post that chart for comparison with the main rider one -- I've colour coded here so that red is Heisei 1 (Kuuga-Decade), green is Heisei 2 (W-Zi-O) and yellow is Reiwa (Zero-One onwards). Main rider only on the left, all biking on the right.

Up front there are some absolutely fascinating observations to make here - Zero-One had the least bike scenes of any show! Brand new era of Kamen Rider! - but I think I've talked about the past enough. With all this said and what I feel is a very important plug to make, let's get into the meat of this -- how do Revice, Geats and Gotchard compare to previous shows?

Rules

... okay, yeah, sure; let's quickly establish a baseline first. As I'm going off of Yamashita's work, I'm also going by all his rules; it's a good thing I agree with all of them because I kinda didn't want to completely redo the count of every season!

TV Show ONLY! No movies, no TTFC specials, no HBVs, no V-Cinema, none of it. The main reason given is that, uh, Paradise Lost has a 100+ bike scene near the start so that's too much of an advantage -- fair enough! Personally I also think it's more interesting, because movies generally have more budget and allowances for bike scenes so those tend to be the same. Maybe a separate count would still be interesting, but I think including movies would flatten out the times too much and make the data pretty uninteresting

No openings! Agito has too much of an advantage

Non-transformed states count the same as transformed states. Godai riding a bike is the same as Kuuga riding a bike.

All motorcycles are treated equally! Mopeds and even CG scenes and bikes are allowed

Other vehicles such as cars, trains and even bicycles and hoverbikes are excluded. Two big exceptions are made for Drive and Revice as they do not have a main motorbike otherwise, but this does exclude things like Gaim's Dandeliner, many of the Oni in Hibiki's transport vehicles, Den-O's Den-Liner, Gotchard's Steamliner and Madwheel and Decade's Agito Slider

Transformations of the bike still count as long as it's being ridden. The Boostriker turns into fox mode while you're riding it? That's fair game

Flashbacks and other repeat footage ("previously on" segments etc) don't count of course. But in cases where it's clearly stock footage but it's still a new event, like the many Ryuki Rideshooter scenes, that's still counted

Count from the moment the bike is straddled to the moment the bike is gotten off, and everything in between. Scenes where the bike isn't technically visible - such as close-ups of the rider's face, or cutting to another character's reaction - are still counted if it's all the same scene

Revice

3m21s (2m23s for Revi only)

Oh lucky me, this was actually done for me! Yamashita made a small update after Revice finished to add this. I just went over and double checked it.

At 3m21s, Revice is at this point the series with the 2nd least amount of bike riding; above Zero-One and below Zi-O. For Revi alone he's in 3rd least; above Zero-One and below Saber. Happy 50th anniversary!

An interesting note here is that Ikki never rides Vice Ptera untransformed -- concerns over the actor's safety, maybe? Daiji also pulls in 58 seconds for the show on his own motorbike, but abandons it completely after episode 13; only bringing it back for the summer movie (which is also the only place he rode it as Live). Interestingly, the 12 seconds he rides it with Sakura in episode 13 is the only time he uses it in the show after becoming a Rider. The skateboarding scene in episode 7 for Jackal Form goes on for over a minute, but unfortunately can't count for this...

I think most people expected Revice to place quite low, though. So let's move on to a show I think a lot of people expect to place higher.

Geats

4m05s (3m45s for Geats only)

I keep repeating it, but this is a show where it seemed a lot of people got the impression of the bike having more importance than before. I think there's a lot of aspects that come together into that -- the bike being tied to a specific 'special' item that's even part of the main rider's main form, the upgrade forms going off of that, and the bike being used in prominent scenes including in the first episode. Geats even arrives on it in his Revice summer movie cameo!

But ultimately if you look at riding time, Geats ends up in 3rd place for overall bike time; above Revice and below Zi-O, while for main rider only Ace ends up in 5th last; above Saber and below Decade. As such he ends up being the main Reiwa Rider to use his bike the most.

This is where I started splitting main rider and untransformed rider in my personal tracking charts, just for fun -- I actually couldn't do that for Revice because as said Ikki never rides anything untransformed except his bicycle. Until episode 11 Ace actually just slightly edged out Geats for having more bike time which was enjoyable to see.

A very interesting thing happens in regards to the Boostriker's transformed state. I decided not to include finishers involving it unless the Rider is specifically riding it -- and the one and only one to do so was Buffa in episode 6, accounting for every single second he rode the machine. He had a penchant for using the buckles' weapons in ways he wasn't supposed to, and he kept up that rule even when the 'weapon' was a bike.

Geats spends a decent amount of time in the final episode sitting on his bike while talking to Regad and the other Riders, and that really saved the show's overall times.

Gotchard

5m09s (2m32s for Gotchard alone)

According to production blogs, Gotchard had a stated aim of using the bike more. Unfortunately it seems this didn't manifest itself in a very major way... but I think we did see more interesting uses of it! Spanner has his own bike (that like Daiji, he never rides transformed!), there's a version of Golddash from the future, other characters including Golddash itself ride rather than Hotaro at multiple points!

For 'others', the 3 seconds in Episode 2 is when Minato rolls up to deliver Golddash to Hotaro personally. Episode 9's 5 seconds have Renge (with Sabimaru in the back) riding it to deliver Hotaro's cards to him in Kyoto.

Spanner shockingly saved the series' overall time here in a similar way to final episode Ace, by sitting on his for an extended period of time during his conversation with Lachesis at the start of episode 47.

While it's not a very long scene nor did it change anything for the rankings, the bike scene in the final episode that just aired is notable for an extremely rare instance of a Rider Machine being ridden by a Kamen Rider's final form. To my knowledge this has previously only been done by Agito, Den-O and Revice (the latter in a movie). Fittingly for a show where part of the direction was inspired by Agito, both Agito and Gotchard do this Final Form bike scene in their final episodes.

And now, for the final count...

Gotchard ended up in 21st for overall bike time between Zi-O and Saber, but this was largely due to other characters; so Hotaro alone ended up in 22nd between Revice and Saber.

Overall we're now 5 shows in instead of 2, we can indeed see a very large dropoff in the Reiwa Era -- including Zi-O, the most recent 6 shows are all at the bottom of the list. This is especially notable when The next most recent series, Build, had 12m31s; almost double that of Saber's -- and this wasn't uncommon, with Ghost and Ex-Aid sharing similar times.

This was the main thrust of my research... but what say we go on a little addendum? Because when I mentioned Yamashita updated his post to include Revice in 2022, there was... one other series he saw fit to do a count for. One that was only halfway through, but nonetheless saw an impressive amount of bike riding time. He only got halfway, but what say I finish the job out of pure interest?

It is "Avataro Sentai Donbrothers"

The extremely normal 2022 entry into the Super Sentai series has a number of bike scenes. Some you may expect from Don Momotaro riding his CGI Enyarideon on his Palanquin for much of the first cour. Some of you might say that CGI shouldn't count, it's easy enough to animate together a scene than deal with road laws and such -- but does Kijibrother not count? Does Inubrother not count? Do none of the mech scenes count? It's a festival, people. Let's enjoy it.

Even aside from the CGI, Yamashita noted halfway through the show; that can't quite account for everything else. Sonoi has a bike he rides in multiple episodes, every time with a wheelie. Inuzuka twice within 4 episodes steals a bike and almost runs people over with it, as is perfectly fine for a hero. Don Kaito shows up with his own motorbike to promote his new book, which you should buy. For a show where it's not even in the name and for recent Sentai, there's an awful lot of riding going on.

Yamashita in his post speculates that part of this is Inoue's own habits -- as a man whose Toku experience largely consists of regularly writing for Kamen Rider in the 00s, it's natural to expect he would be inclined to write something like "Inubrother escapes the scene on a motorcycle..." as if it was second nature; as if that's nothing special for a modern show.

And I would be inclined to believe that... as such a habit is something that would likely get ironed out after a while; and sure enough, while bike scenes are frequent for the first half of the show, they disappear entirely from episode 23 to 43. It is at this point in my own count I thought we would simply never see a large bike scene from the show again, and the sheer fun of counting up Donbrothers would be lost.

And then... he appeared.

My saviour from the future.

With a full uninterrupted 1 minute 15 second bike scene

I could hardly believe what I was seeing. I remembered the future episode but I had completely forgotten this was a part of it. When I started timing this episode I was leaving the house fairly shortly and I figured like the past 20 episodes this would be easy enough to count, and I was utterly bewildered. I should never have disbelieved for a moment.

With all that said... where does Donbrothers end up in full?

7m21s (4m23s for Don Momotaro alone)

This overwhelming record easily puts both Donbrothers and Don Momotaro in 20th place of their respective charts; beating all Reiwa Riders and Zi-O -- with Don Momotaro even coming close to dethroning Kamen Rider Decade's riding time!

This is where we stand, my companions. In an era where Kamen Rider's biking time is lower than ever before and shows no sign of significant recovery, Donbrothers swoops in to steal its glory. Never lose faith. The festival never ends

[alynnia]

Archnemisis Demon Lord AU

Late night rambling of a story idea coming to mind. It's like 3 am on a work night, fuck. Sylus focused but really, any or all of the lads could be the end game in this AU.

Sylus and MC in a fantasy world where Sy is truly her nemesis. He still loves her and is still the same loveable dork but he is essentially a demon lord that wants to conquer the world. Why? Because it's in his nature. Instinct drives the dragon man to rule over everything.

And MC is the chosen (cursed) hero. From birth she was trained for this specific task and sometimes she fails. She's failed, died, then is reborn again and again forced to live out this cycle of trying to defeat Sylus. When she does finally kill him? He is reborn as well, chained by the very laws of the universe to repeat his goal of ruling the world.

Each age where MC succeeds is an era of peace and each age where she fails is one of war and strife. The two have their memories erased each time but the historic legacy each of them learn growing up tells them what to think. But unfortunately, each time as they do battle again and again they come to fall for one another. Sylus is entertained by this scrappy hero and MC gets a kick out of the challenge. They're both energized by their rivalry and even secretly let each other "get away" in some smaller interactions and fights. They are aware of their doomed cycle but their feelings for one another are forgotten on each run. So, in a few cycles they start leaving clues for themselves. Trinkets left by one another at thier previous grave sites/memorials, MC finding journals left from her past lives, Sylus discovering magic jewels holding snippets of memories together, carvings in the walls of a dungeon she explores, paintings, art dedicated to one another, etc.

There is a specific faction? Group? Cult? (I don't know what word to use) in charge of raising her, made up of specific families that are funded by the kingdom to take charge of her. Since they don't reincarnate, their knowledge is passed down through tombs and scrolls and some in the higher rankings are aware of MC's habit of falling for the demon lord. So there is a team that seeks out anything that may tip her off from her past love, like tearing out pages from her diaries (that she can find later) or trying to erase the dungeon graffiti. Like there's a whole as secret society team that's JUST dedicated to making sure she doesn't get with him for reasons "unknown." (It's because you have some that want to stay in their cushy positions of power and MC getting with Sy could put a stop to that and others note that in the times she does fall for him, it tends to lead to a dark age).

Current timline of this AU, MC has an rpg-like team of certain individuals to help her on this quest.

Zayne - The powerful cleric that is part of the hero raising faction, aware of certain things she isn't allowed to know and is their god's favorite servant. His job on this quest is to provide healing to her and the team while also calling upon god's will through holy casting. But even though he is strict and by the book, she melts him. He's torn by his duty and his affection for her, so much so it may come to a point where he might lose his divine power if his faith wavers. If he loses that power, there would be little need for him at her side. Burden with information and a secret task, his heart aches. But until then, he's the pissed off babysitter of the team.

Xavier - The prince of a neighboring kingdom that is betrothed to MC as a political move by their parents. The two grew up together under some of the same training, both for combat and general noble etiquette. The two actually didn't get along as kids at first, seeing each other as rivals. In training, in classes, they were always trying to one-up one another. It wasn't until his teens did Xavier start to develop feelings for her and admire her strength. Maybe this marriage wouldn't be so bad? He especially begins to sympathize with her curse of being trapped in this loop of endless fighting with the demon lord. He then makes it his goal to defeat the demon lord by her side, stop the cycle and join their kingdoms together under their rule. His role on the team is the paladin with his oath being centered around devotion to MC instead of a deity.

Caleb - A peasant boy that worked his way up to becoming a knight so he could escape poverty thanks to MC. She met him as a street rat when they were children after he tried to pickpocket her. The two got along and would secretly meet up with one another to hang out. She puts in a good word for him which leads him to be picked up as a squire. His side gig is also tinkering which he ends up becoming a great asset through his inventive ideas with aerial combat, thus earning him knighthood despite not being of noble blood. This upsets many in his rank snd causes nasty gossip but he doesn't give a fuck as long as he gets to help MC on her quest. But should he catch any word of them talking shit about her? Hell to pay. Aside from fighting, he's in charge of cooking and equipment maintenance. He's even offered some neat augmentations to everyone's gear.

Rafayel - The gods of the sea have beef with the demon lord Sylus always trying to lay claim over the waters and it's treasures. Since gods are near immortal, they've had to deal with his shit with every incarnation of his. While the gods are powerful in their their domain, in many lives Sylus manages to outsmart them or end up sealing a god in some magic/cursed ancient artifact which leads to the long annoying process of a new god rising. Enough was enough so the sea gods made a pact with the hero raising faction to always provide materials for weapons (scales) and other gifts to aide MC. But Rafayel is a young god who'd rather just fight Sylus directly and free his predecessors. So instead of giving goods and chilling out in the sea, Raf decides to temporarily trade his fins for legs and join up with this MC. It wasn't at all because he was bored and wanted to see the world, nor was it because he found MC to be interesting enough that he just had to see what she was up to. And he certainly wasn't thinking of taking her back to the sea after all this. Why was that prince at her side giving him a death glare? Rafayel would provide "entertainment" to her the team with his songs, his newfound love for art and working very well as the stealth combatant. Lock picks, poison, sleight of hand, the works.

Skye? - So along their journey, there is a this traveling fruit salesman that seems to pop up randomly. Be it in towns or on the road, he offers up his goods at a fine price. Goods being fruit, treasure, service or information. The price however, is not always currency, sometimes it's a deal. Scratch his back, he'll scratch yours, you know? He'll even join in on a couple of quests only to dissappear after he gets what he wants, gets bored, or thinks it would be funny to leave them after "accidentally" setting off a trap. He's just a fruit salesman, not a destined hero after all. A normal guy that just so happens to fight really well unarmed. Good fruit too.

The gang's journey is full of shenanigans, fluff, tragedy, mystery as they hunt down the big bad Sylus. If she defeats Sylus and lives, she may end up with one of the other lads. Or maybe she convinces them all to join together. Or perhaps it's something else entirely, there's multiple endings here.

Fuck it's 5 am I'm stopping🥲

[writingwisterias]

hope this isnt off limits but how would eras leon react to their partner being into ddlg?

Hi!

I have no problem doing this for you! I hope you like it 💕 I'm churning these out as fast as I can lmao...I'm dead from work but almost to my holiday 🥺

Warnings: NSFW, Ddlg, Fluff, MDNI

AFAB!Reader

RE2:

I actually think he would settle into this role easily, like it sort of makes a routine in his life

He would be embarrassed at first just with the idea and worried if anyone saw but eventually he would settle pretty quickly

I think he would lean more towards getting you the thing you would want like teddies

Less likely to punish you even if you break the rules he's given you because he caves easily

In terms of the use of daddy I think he would freak out a bit at first, never letting you see it because it would almost feel like you are aging him and the world is already doing that so he might be a bit reluctant

He's never thought he would be into something like this but he ends up actually liking it and it fit really well with the both of you

RE4R:

He would love the idea of being able to take care of you and provide for you in a safe place

I think he would also enjoy coming home and seeing what you have done whenever it's colouring or just being cosy on the couch

He would also shower you in love and affection very quickly. All the money he earns goes to bills, food and you.

I think he's more of a quiet observer, so he just enjoys being in the living room watching a film as you sit next to the coffee table drawing etc

He prefers watching your favorite films and shows. He will say they are bad but secretly he loves them

Huge on praise Kink, all you have to do is bat your eyes at him and he's dragging you to the bedroom with a raging hard on

At first the use of Daddy would shock him and take a while to get used to but then he would fall into the role naturally and actually refer to himself as Daddy

Infinite Darkness:

LOVES IT

Like he's all in straight away no need for further questions

He loves spoiling you but becomes firm if you break his rules

Has raging hard on's all the time with your innocence.

Often Feels guilty about it but you always seem up to pleasing him so eventually he doesn't get guilty anymore

Doesn't let you in his office because you always end up distracting him but somehow you always end up in there

When you do enter let's just say you will be shooed out with the promise of a red ass if you don't do it quickly

He will tease you as you cuddle and watch films or TV shows. Playing with your clit under the fluffy blanket you insisted on laying over the top of the both of you

Enjoys your whines of protest and how they eventually turns into begs for daddy's touch

Damnation:

Definitely becomes more strict in terms of you following the rules he puts in place but always makes it up when he does have to punish you

Your little doe eyes always help you get your way with him

Lazy at sex, prefers if you are so needy and do most of the work. Until you get all whiny and upset that you can't cum he'll step in then

He's away a lot more, but always at random times so he'll make sure to have meals prepared for you and labeled in the fridge. Trusting that you use them and don't forget

He will call you if he's away but if he can't he'll always make sure to send you a text

RE6:

Neither of you actually have a conversation about exploring this dynamic between the two of you it just happens naturally

It works though and Leon enjoys it as it gives him something else to focus on

Especially so after the events of the game, he pretty much lives through the events of raccoon City again and doesn't even seem phased

Until he gets back

You notice the change in his attitude and see his sad eyes. Deciding in your little brain to try and help him out

He finds it cute how you bring him your favourite teddy and cosy up to him, allowing him to thread his fingers through your hair

You'll try your best to not be needy but that only upsets him further because that's his favorite part

Your constant need for his attention

Vendetta:

Since he's not in the right frame of mind I don't think he would be as interested in the idea

He can barely take care of himself

I think the dynamic would only work during sex

It would come out to play before, during and after sex but beyond that it would have to be hidden if he's having a bad day

Sometimes when he's drunk he'll play into it a bit more, he's looser and forgotten whatever was bothering him

He would be gentle still during these times, probably loosely refers to himself as Daddy just for your sake

Feels bad that it's been washed away and he's not doing a good job at providing for you in this manner

Still spoils you rotten though

Death Island:

Doesn't like the idea of having children he's too old for that now

But you? He loves taking care of you

He wouldn't even let you work, he's got more than enough savings to last you living this life style comfortably

Prefers it if you didn't spend his money lavishly but then you are just his cheeky little girl so who's he kidding

Sex is great because you are just so willing for it

He doesn't have to worry about erectile dysfunction for a while that's for sure

Accidentally refers to himself as Daddy in public if you are meeting friends one too many times

It's just become a natural habit now, he doesn't mind though. You seem to get more embarrassed than he does

[literallypyro]

Hello again! Its summer and its hot af in here.

What do you think mercs do on summer vacantion?

Thank you for writing cute scenarios and putting up with all my requests ❤️‍🔥!

This sounds so fun! I'm going to do regular headcanons, so let me know if you want an x reader edition! 99% of this is written in the context of them going to a beach citizens never visit cuz why not

I hope you enjoy!

Walkin' on sunshine

Scout:

-Absolutely wears those tank tops with the gigantic arm holes that go all the way down and those tiny fuckin jorts they had in the 70s

-He's in his twink era, okay? /hj

-Drinks a lot of gatorade, probably the orange flavor since the company only had that and lemon lime for like 20 years

-Backwards ball cap season babyyyyyy

-He's staying waist deep in the water and looking to cause chaos

-This is also when acts more like a fuckboy, but he's more respectful about it than you would think

Soldier:

-Dear god, his chaos is about to go nuclear. Keep him and Scout separated by any means necessary, or something insane will happen

-Only the biggest splashes when doing canonballs

-Pesters Engie to grill burgers, but he doesn't have to try very hard. Something was bound to get grilled, might as well be burgers

-Definitely the type to pick people up and throw them further into the water just to mess with them

-Restrain this man or every type of water hijinks will ensue

-He's the one to drag everyone into a game of volleyball

Pyro:

-Still not taking off the mask. At best, they'll switch the suit out for a full body wetsuit. They don't need goggles, the mask works just fine

-Shell collecting ho

-Probably shows the team pretty shells and little creatures they find. Would probably stick near Sniper while looking for little creatures for obvious reason

-Probably doesn't go further into the water than thigh height unless they're joining some water game or looking at fish

-Befriends a shark somehow

Demoman:

-More likely to chill in a beach chair or on a towel while drinking and listening to music on the radio

-Plain red swim trunks no shirt ftw 💪

-Probably chats with Engie or Heavy most of the time

-Might join in on water games if he's feeling energetic

-Honestly, he's happy to soak up the sun with a refreshment in hand

-Loves to sit back and watch the chaos going on in and around the water

Heavy:

-Grilling with Engie. Together, they make a feast fit for kings

-He'd probably swim for a little, most likely just floating around and enjoying the cold water

-Probably the one to keep Soldier in line

-He's also the one who makes sure everyone is wearing sunscreen, regardless of what they say. Nobody has a choice. He's not letting you have even a chance of getting skin cancer

-I think we already know this, but... Mom of the group. He's not overbearing about it, but he will be enforcing every beach safety safety rule that exists for a good reason

-pyro get awAY FROM THAT SHARK-

Engineer:

-Really appreciates Heavy helping him with the food. They're probably taking turns at the grill, if I'm being honest

-Chills with Demoman for the most part. Beer, music, and a buddy is a simple pleasure in life he can always appreciate

-Has control of the radio

-Able to get out of the volleyball game because "4 against five isn't fair"

-Cheeky little shrug if anyone calls him out on using excuses to keep chilling while the others have to play volleyball. Not all of them are upset, but he has to tell a couple of them "sorry, but you shoulda been faster"

Medic:

-Leave him the hell alone. He is off the clock. "Your injuries are your problem unless they are really bizarre and interesting"

-Happy for the most part, as long as people leave him to his own devices. Yes, he loves his whole doctor thing he has going on, but everyone needs a break from their interest every now and then

-Probably sticks near Spy, let's be so fuckin fr

-Shhh, the girls are gossiping

-Might get in the water, might not. Depends on how he feels and how annoying the team is that day. Definitely has a lil intertube and has a nice lil fruity drink nobody knows the source of

-Bro looks so good in sunglasses, and I will die on this hill. Out of everyone there, he probably has the best beach appearance. Beefy man, sunglasses, and getting a nice tan. This is probably when everyone realizes he was practically made for the beach

Sniper:

-He's just kinda minding his business to be honest

-Happy to hang with Pyro and look at shells and animals. "That's a real cool shell, buddy. Maybe you can take it home and make a necklace with it"

-Ends up receiving and almost cries

-He's basically that one chill uncle who doesn't talk to anyone but clearly thrives in family settings

-Probably doesn't swim, but will wade around in the water for a while

-Actually one of the best volleyball players, if not the best out of everyone on the team. Dude has an absolutely diabolical spike

-Honestly just kinda waiting for the food. Mans about to chow tf down. He's that skinny cuz of his metabolism, not cuz he doesn't eat as much

Spy:

-Another one who wants to be left alone

-Doesn't mind lightheartedly talking shit with Medic. They're the original inspiration for the petty high school girl trope in movies

-The bitchy aunt who also verbally destroys people who pick on his family

-Most likely not swimming, he's too girlypop for that

-Just let him get a tan everywhere except his face, okay?

-Pretends like he's too good for burgers, but he's like Squidward with that shit. Spy and Scout = Squidward and Spongebob in that one episode

-There's a reason all of them start with S, after all

[adachimoe]

2009 Persona Club P4 Profiles

I've posted Adachi and Yukiko's before, but this is a collection of all their "YHVH" (Yasogami High Visual H) social media profiles.

The protagonist doesn't have a profile due to him being the silent protagonist.

Yosuke

Nickname: Isn't "Prince Walking Disappointment" kinda mean?

Greeting: Yo!-Sup? This is Yo!-Su?-Ke's room (... I tried ...)

Favorite music: Something you can listen to and play. Guitar owns!

Favorite Food: Fruit flavored throat drops cause they're good for karaoke (Yosuke can give the protagonist a Fruity Fruity Throat Lozenge in dungeon chats; also in the evening hangouts during Golden)

Least Favorite Food: Tofu - sorry Rise!

Dislikes: Cockroaches they're black and rustle around and move so quickly ugh

Clubs: People who commute on bikes, Wanna go to Junes?, Delicious Homemade Food, Trial of the Dragon

Inbox: "DVD!!! DVD!!!" (from Chie)

Parting words: Saving up for a scooter (these profiles are before Golden came out)

Chie

Nickname: Kung Fu Girl

Greeting: Check this! Hyah!

Gender: Girl!!!

Favorite food: Meat

Favorite animals: Hamsters, bunnies, and other tiny animals

Dislikes: Math, insects - the enemy of all mankind

Favorite movies: Kung fu

Clubs: Trial of the Dragon, Burning Dragon, Fans of Animals w/Tiny Eyes, Meat Lovers

Inbox: "Return my world history notebook" (from Yukiko)

Yukiko

Nickname: Yukiko, the lady of the house... Sigh...

Greeting: Hello~ Chie invited me

Likes: Japanese food, dogs (you see, one fateful day on the Samegawa... [omitted]) (Talking about her and Chie meeting due to a dog from Chie's SLink and the Golden audio drama)

Dislikes: Nothing in particular, but I don't take well to sex jokes / dirty talk

Special skills: Kimono dressing and table / place setting

Clubs: Japanese clothing fans, the Go Home club (for people who aren't in clubs), Let's visit the dam, Fans of Showa Era music

Inbox: "Lemme bathe in the hot springs again" (from Yosuke)

Kanji

Nickname: If you call me bald, imma punch you in the face

Greeting: I'm Inaba's Runaway Train

Likes: Ototo (animal crackers), Homerun Bars (topsicles)

Hobbies: Sewing, knitting, peeling the wrappers off of Homerun Bars

Clubs: Let's Sew, Knitting Cafe, Delicious Shops in the Central Shopping District, Hawaiian Quilt Enjoyers

Ideal fight: One without rules

Inbox: "Hey, I got the rare submarine!" (from Yosuke; this was "rare penguin animal cracker" in English)

Rise

Nickname: Risechi / Risette, duh!

Greeting: Where a young maiden's secrets get revealed

Likes: Hagakure special from Hagakure Ramen

Hates: Japanese ginger and royal fern

Favorite people: Senpai / the protagonist, grandma

Least favorite people: Indecisive and unreliable people

Clubs: Cafes and Sweets of Okina city, Tofu Lovers, How about Kanami Mashita?, Fans of Animals w/Tiny Eyes

Inbox: "The best sweets around are..." (from Teddie)

Naoto

Nickname: The detective prince

Greeting: Hi there, my upperclassmen invited me

Gender: No comment (As in, Naoto wrote "no comment")

Favorite book genre: Detective novels due to work

Likes: Putting myself in danger (longer explanation of what it says in Japanese)

Dislikes: Women's clothing - especially anything revealing

Specialty: Working with machines, been doing it since I was young

Clubs: Linux Fans, DIY PC Builders, Fans of Mystery Novel Narrative Tricks, Beginners Fashion

Inbox: "Let's get a bucket ice cream parfait tomorrow" (from Rise)

Lastly, Nanako, Dojima, and Adachi don't have the high school social media profiles, but they still have regular profiles nonetheless.

Nanako

Likes: Dad, big brother, Risechi / Risette, everyone else in the Investigation Team, Junes

Dislikes: Fighting, shiokara (fermented fish guts; it seems that Dojima keeps these in the fridge in P4 lol. She uses some of them to make the Slime chocolate in Golden.)

Specialty: Singing the Junes theme

Dojima

Likes: Nanako, beer

Dislikes: Working, physical tasks that require attention to detail (I'm clumsy)

Specialty: Judo, reading one's character

Adachi

Likes: Sushi (especially uni), beef, cabbage dishes

Dislikes: Paperwork, cleaning his room

Specialty: Revolver maintenance

Here's the full post of Adachi's profile w/the fanart pages too

Teddie's is. Uh. An experience. I'll post his sometime else cause I think I'm not 100% sure how it should be handled. Like he fills out [gender/sex] (they're the same character in JP) as an emoji of a woman and the words "I live for love". Which I feel like is best interpreted as, "Sex: Yes please". But hmmmMMMmmm.

[hexgaywire]

hello! (◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉI hope you're having a great day! i wanted to ask if it's okay to make a request (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

I'd like to request where reader is also a streamer and whenever a collab horror stream with vox and hex and (separately), reader's heart beat always speeds up at the start (the game is not on yet and chat can see since she's already set up her heart beat monitor) like at some point chat notices it's a recurring thing that only happens during horror collabs with vox or hex and the chat kinda outs reader to them, and their reaction to that information.

i dunno if that makes sense exactly 😭🥹 (also please do not mind the request it if you're not up to writing 🥹 it's just me projecting how how my heart beats absolutely fast when i hear these two 😞)

I'm here to deliver Hex and Vox brain rot! One thing about me I will always write for Hex if given the opportunity. To preface I have not watched a Vox stream in a moment so I apologize if he seems a little OOC. Mentally I'm still in his ASMR era. Also shout out to Hex Haywire for currently, as of writing this, unable to go live on YouTube bc he posted horny on main.

»»————-　☾　————-««

Heart Monitor Shenanigans with Vox and Hex

Rating: SFW

Pairing: Streamer/Vtuber Reader / Vox, Hex (separate)

Warnings: Implied hidden crush. That's it that's the intro.

»»————-　☾　————-««

"Are you excited chat?" Vox entertains your combined chats as you struggle to set up your heartbeat monitor; horror game menu lopping every couple minutes that ticks by. "I'm so sorry guys, this happens every time. I even tested it out a couple hours before the stream so we would have this issue." You sheepishly say. " That's quite alright, Y/N, your chat is lovely and so are my Kindred. They get a Zatsu, a collab and a heartbeat monitor all in one stream." He chuckles. Finally after restarting the program and refreshing it on OBS your heartbeat monitor springs to life. " Thank God!" You exclaim. "Thanks for your patience everyone!" "We are finally ready? Let's gooooo! No 'Shupport' needed, nice work Y/N!" Vox praises you. Your heart jumps in your chest at the praise.

> Ayo why is Y/N BPM so high lololol

>Y/N!!!! You do this every collab with Vox

> That's kinda high....

You watch in horror as your chat blatantly drags you under the bus. You cough awkwardly and quickly try to divert the conversation. "With the scuff out of the way, why don't we get started?" You glance over at Vox's POV and his chat and man the Kindred's are also throwing you under the bus.

> Y'all are seeing what I'm seeing right?

> Love how the game hasn't even started yet and their heart rate is off they hearts HAHA

> My tsundere oshi and oblivious oshi

Vox, you can tell, is trying his best not to tease you you can tell by the tone in his voice. "Thank you for the Supa, remember to follow rules chat, this is a collab Y/N is a guest." Vox starts the game and also tries to take the attention of you, which makes your heart rate spike again. The chat goes nuts. Both you and Vox continue as normal though and begin the game.

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"Thank you all for watching and thank you to Vox for the collab! I can't wait for the next one!! Say bye chat!!!" You say enthusiastic as you both prepare to end your streams. Once you end stream Vox immediately starts to haze you. "So are we gunna talk about the high BPM or was it just the anxiety of the monitor not working?" He asks smugly. "It's uh gotta be the anxiety thing..." You mumble. "Yeah, I think Kyle said the same thing last time though, Y/N... " " Vox I-" " I'm teasing you, it's fine. Honestly I find it flattering." You roll your eyes but the heat rises to your cheeks. " Thanks for the collab today, we'll definitely have to do this again soon." " Hey maybe next time we can do an off collab? " Vox suggests. A million thoughts run through your head and before you can respond Vox cuts in. "Think about it. I'd love to do it sometime. Have a good one Y/N! " Vox leaves the call. You sit there staring at your monitor which once again, spikes.... You don't know if your heart can handle an off collab.

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"Chat I think Hex forgot about us." You sigh dramatically. You frantically message him over Discord for the third time asking him if he's awake. Hex wasn't streaming his POV and did warn you he might be a few minutes later but as you sit here, dedicated sicklings and your own chat, anxiously waiting.

"I'm giving him 5 more minutes then we are jumping in without him." You huff. You hear the discord " join" noise and you don't register it until you hear his voice. "You'd really start without me?" His voice as raspy as ever cuts in. Your heart pounds in your chest, partly because you weren't expecting him to join so suddenly. "H.. hex Haywire everyone!"

> Hexy!!!! Welcome

> Hi Hex!

> Woah morning voice TSKR

"Sorry for the wait... I over slept..." He admits. "You're stupid." You giggle. "You leave your collab partner and your chat, alone, unsupervised, we could've been planning to overthrow you." You joke. " You wouldn't do that, you're too sweet." He yawns. " Right chat? Aren't they the sweetest." You can see your heart rate monitor skyrocket.

> They are the sweetest!!! So true Hex

> Sus monitor

> Y/N Did you forget you have a monitor on? Www

Man the sicklings don't let anything slide. "Let's uh... Start the game." You cough awkwardly.

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"Sicklings please remember to thank y/n for streaming their POV today." Hex hums out. " And thank you to Hex for coming on! Everyone say bye to Hex!!! Thank you all for coming to today's stream and I'll be back tomorrow with some more Stardew Valley! Byee!!" You say as you mute your OBS and change to your ending scene. "You're resting heart rate is concerning Y/N." Hex comments nonchalantly. "I.... pump blood really fast?" You try to avoid this topic like the plague. "Listen thanks again for breaking your sleep schedule for me, next time we'll stream in your time zone." You say. "Next time huh? Already excited for the next one." You can hear the smugness in his voice. "So what." You huff. He chuckles. "Just let me know, you know I love collabing with you. Good night Y/N" Hex hangs up and you're left with a huge grin on your face.

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Psst down here... My requests are open 🗣️

[deepdeanvsweston]

brainrotted about the five in jfp 😔

do you have other hcs or thoughts about any of them? (legit anything idm lmaoo)

I'm actually legally not allowed to think about the Five because otherwise I start screaming and tearing doors off their hinges etc etc. /j

This didn't turn out as hcs as such but odd ramblings sorry anon 😅

Ok first of all not a hc but Poison Tree by Grouper is soooooo the Five and Elizabeth it's unbelievable please listen to it and think of Them

- Una goes on to work at Deepdean!!! This is one of my strongest beliefs of what happens to the Five, though I can never decide if she would become school nurse or headteacher

- something something JFP will never happen again under her watch...

- I personally really love Mrs Dichmann being a beloved and respected headteacher, but me and someone were talking about her being a school nurse and flirting with gym teacher Florence which was also a Good Option <3

- she and Kitty (who canonically works at Deepdean) are like. frenemies. Even without the events of JFP I think they'd clash, but also Kitty feels slightly indebted to her about looking after Binny during JFP so it's sort of... odd between them

- though if one of the male teachers dad something sexist they definitely go and have a bitch about him. Slash his tyres maybe

- Lettice goes on to do charity work! I'm not sure what in canon era, but definitely in a modern au working with a charity that tries to help young people with eating disorders

- and I mean canonically as a debutante she'd been seen favourably if she did a bit of charity work anyway

- Lettice is friends with Bertie!!! And there's a genuinely plausible way for them to meet too!!!

- ok so not to infodump about the history of the debutante BUT there's an event held at Eton every year called the 4th June (ironically not always held on the 4th June) where they do loads of boating and essentially posh versions of praise assemblies. This would be an Event that would be in your diary as a debutante, and old Etonians would be there too

- I like to think they meet at that! Lettice as a debutante, Bertie somehow roped in as a Old Etonian idk

- the important thing about their friendship to me is they don't know anything about each other. They don't realise the connection to Deepdean and Daisy (possibly mildly unrealistic seeing with Daisy's whole spiel about how all upperclass families know of each other but idc)

- idk I see similarities in them that make me scream

- (I would gladly do a Lettice and Bertie post with the slightest provocation)

- Lettice is the only one who visits Enid in prison. She's glad Enid did what she did and tells her not to regret it. Enid tells her she doesn't care about being in prison, that she'd do it a 1000 times again if it means Elizabeth would be dead every time

- (JFP timeloop au anyone???)

- Lettice always cared more about Enid than Enid did about her. Everyone but Lettice caught onto this

- honestly one of several fucked up situationships in MMU

- I hc Enid as the one to tell Elizabeth that Lettice was in a psychiatric hospital in a desperate attempt to protect herself by appeasing to Elizabeth's love of control

- actually Florence who pushes Enid to murder Elizabeth

- she makes a cruel, but offhand, comment about how Enid is a thinker, she isn't brave enough to actually do anything daring "better a fool than a coward" idk

- those are the words ringing through her head as she swings the stick

- quoted from my Enid post: it being Bonfire Night and Enid being a dramatic bitch who's read about Guy Fawkes, envisions herself as a successful him, taking down a tyrannical ruling power, and she doesn't hesitate as her fingers curl round the handle.

- I reckon Florence and Enid are two sides of the same coin. I can easily see Florence coming to the same conclusion about what to do with Elizabeth

- none of them are friends they're all just bound together by the fucking Situation

- idk how to explain it but they all wish the rest of the Five were dead but in a really sexually-charged way

- I think Elizabeth was clever in who she picked to be 'her Five'. Any of the Big Girls had secrets who she could manipulate and threaten into being cruel, but idk if they have quite the depraved level of loyalty as specifically Florence, Una, Margaret, Lettice and Enid did

- something about the Five not knowing who they are outside of a mask, or putting on that mask to hide something about themselves. None of them are true, or have a sense of belonging. I think Elizabeth gave them that. Please tell me this makes sense

Just realised I didn't write anything about Margaret and Florence??? I'd say I think you can guess who my favourites are but with the Five you don't really have favourites you have those you like to inspect under a microscope more than others

(Also to the person who asked about Beanie Martineau hcs they're on the way <3)

[lacanianism]

love your blog, thank you for being here at the perfect time in my life. started off reading The Making of Counter Culture by Theodore Roszak which partly goes into Lacanian and Freudian thought via the philosophical conflict between Marcuse and Brown. now i'm constantly on the prowl to do more research after i feel this is connecting new and fun neurons in my brain. any favorite books or required reading?

This is so awesome psychoanalysis absolutely feels like connecting new neurons that's exactly it.

Ok, I don't care. no 'under the cut' you all must look.

To start, one of the most foundational texts for contemporary lacanian psychoanalysis (and me..) is Joan Copjec's Read My Desire: Lacan Against the Historicists. Don't start there. I will get into it later, it's not beginner reading but you do need it, so, please get there for me.

Learning Lacan does mean learning and re learning, reading and reading again, because there's nothing you fully understand the first time around literally nothing. Everything is more nuanced and twofold [threefold, four] than you think, and when you hear a concept and think you know what it means off the bat you are definitely wrong.

This said, you can start with The totally introductory book: Psychoanalytic Film Theory and The Rules of the Game by Todd McGowan. It's easy to read theory put in simple terms. This is the most basic introduction to Lacanian theory you can get, and it uses a filmic example/real world scenario to explain each point.

OKAY. From here on I'm assuming you've read it and are ready for more nuanced takes on those concepts [desire, fantasy, enjoyment, demand, the real, the symbolic order, the imaginary, the lost object.]

Now you need some Slavoj Žižek (sorry guys but he's a great Lacanian). Here is a chapter from Žižek's The Metastases of Enjoyment called David Lynch, or, the Feminine Depression. You can read How to Read Lacan–though I haven't and don't have a link, I've heard it's great. I don't know what you like. I got into Lacan through analyzing David Lynch movies so , loll...An important Zizek book is The Sublime Object of Ideology (sublime object archive.org link, available to borrow with print disability access) IMO a very important chapter is How Did Marx Invent the Symptom? [GD link] Then some more: The End of Psychology, Melancholy and the Act

Now try some Zupančič (she's a student of Žižek's) you can read Ethics of the Real: Kant and Lacan [GD link] this book is awesome. Zupančič draws parallels between Kant and Lacan's work, and makes clear how Lacan accounted for much of what Kant didn't. She also welcomes Kant as a sort of psychoanalytic thinker avant la lettre.

NOW you can read Read My Desire. This book will change things. It's the most satisfying rhetorical blow against a philosopher (foucault) that i could imagine. Copjec tears him apart (specifically his 1970s era: anti-psychoanalytic, dynamics of power, etc.) and, like Zupancic with Kant, explains how Lacan accounted for much of what Foucault couldn't. After you read it, reread it.

Then maybe some Mladen Dolar. He's tough but you'll get a lot out of it. Here is Lacan and the Uncanny and I just finished Cogito as the Subject of the Unconscious [GD link] [The whole book Cogito and the Unconscious which features Zizek, Zupancic, Dolar, et cetera, is here on JSTOR].

Okay that's enough for now come baaack if you need more

[astrairrita]

Visão.

AVISO! Conteúdo de YANDERE KENMA KOZUME, menções sexuais leves (pornografia), sangue leve, assassinato implícito, história do leitor x, Kenma NÃO é lúcido, idealização do personagem, a cena de ciúmes foi um pouco detalhada demais (estou falando da cena de vômito), mas era necessária já que era o clímax, personalidade não canônica (porque é Yandere, então eu a tornei mais delirante e extrema).

Forgive me for any mistake! I use Google Translate and my language has complex rules about character pronouns that don't apply to English, making it difficult to translate! Forgive me if this makes it difficult to understand and let me know if it really happened!

Images taken from Pinterest.

Vision.

Vision that sees the screen. Vision that helps him predict enemy attacks and fight back. Vision that helps him look at his PSP whenever start to feel lonely, taking his mind away from the chaos of the world and being able to feel free for a few moments... Just a few moments from the outside world. Right now a screen is his world.

Screen that illuminates the darkness of his room and prevents him from sleeping. It's hard to tell if it's the light affecting his sleep or the scary thought of turning everything off and letting himself get lost in the confusion of his own mind.

Men are visual creatures.

They need to see.

Not that the male mind and imagination is more limited than the female mind and imagination, in fact, it is very capable of creating whatever images it wants in the brain. But as greedy and curious beings, they need to see. See, understand, and apply if necessary. There was a pattern.

But you weren't a PSP. Much less another video game to distract him. But you had a light that wouldn't let Kenma sleep at night.

When the Game Over screen was present in front of him, giving him a glimpse of his reflection, a different world would appear. Every time. No matter how limited the time was, you would appear like a flash from a paparazzi camera and then disappear when the game was restarted. And then Kenma would return to his online world. And then it happens in that interval of loss again.

And then again. Again. Again. Again. Again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Until you invade his world.

Almost literally, since appearing behind someone screaming was a major violation of one of the laws of the "Wonderful World of Kenma."

New manager, huh?

At least it wasn't him you were talking to. No. It was Yaku. You just broke a very serious law and you weren't even supposed to be talking to him. How cheeky! But, as a benevolent ruler, he will ignore this affront.

In fact, it was strange that he saw you now. Not long ago Kenma didn't even know of your existence.

It was in a Biology class, maybe. Chemistry? It doesn't matter. But suddenly there was someone very annoying who would be his partner in a project. He didn't know why the teacher just didn't let them choose their partners. Or at least let him do it alone.

It wasn't that you were incompetent... He just didn't want you. He was sure of it.

And then he saw you looking at him with those curious eyes that left him breathless.

This could only be a punishment from God.

But despite his preconceptions, you exceeded expectations far greater than he had expected. Since you had already done the work.

Seen from afar.

Foreseen.

Since then, you appear on loading screens, when his cell phone is charging, when he lie down in bed... And, mainly when the words: game over appear on his screen.

His face painted on his consoles as if it had always been there, making the boy start to wonder if all this time in front of a screen was making him hallucinate. Sure, he had been staring long enough to start having his vision get dotted. But he thought this should be different. It should.

Soon Kenma found himself being an invader in the "Wonderful World of [Name]"... A place where he didn't know the laws. A place where he wasn't the ruler.

A new place.

He hated it.

He should be the one calling the shots, but suddenly there was someone new doing the shuffling and that person wasn't impartial.

Although, he was a little happy. You had invaded his world. He had the right to invade yours now. He would start a war for territory until he was the sole sovereign.

He's played similar games before. Game over is yours.

His imagination wasn't exactly limited. Kenma just never opened the doors to it. He never freed it and let it flourish, knowing its limits and barriers, seeing far ahead.

No. He liked to think of himself as more practical. Someone who sees what is, not what could be. These were unlikely hypotheses, not logical predictions.

And for the first time, he's going against it.

It started small. Imagine you walking away from Yaku and talking to him.

His breathing quickened at the thought. The pink cheeks made him stop almost instantly, running away like a cat from the rain.

And you were a very wet rain.

This continued, creating less and less logic.

You sitting next to him for no reason, laying your head on his arm as he imagines himself playing.

Once again he silenced his own imagination with the game in his hands. Suddenly the mission of collecting stones in the game became super interesting.

And it went on. And on. And on.

And on.

And on.

And on.

And on.

Less and less logical. Less and less practical.

Increasingly impossible.

Caressing cats together, meeting, holding hands, cuddling him, your laughter directed at him...

But, there was a frequent one. One that appeared when he was looking from the background at an extra hugging another. Simple. As soon as his mind ran to you, his greedy and newly discovered fertile and artistic imagination (taking into account the minute details that were there) gave himself the artistic freedom to give some even more improbable touches.

A brushstroke here, a tweak there, a touch-up over there and... Voilà!

The two of you, under the majestic moon, with the stars bearing witness to the embrace you were in.

A more than satisfied smile grew on the boy. Having you in his arms became a frequent thought after a while.

It was unknown how his mind managed to turn a "why?" into a "why not?", but now the "Wonderful World of [Name]" had a new resident.

Over time, Kenma might realize that you were a fair ruler. Like when you made him a bento because he wasn't eating properly. Or when you gave him your coat so he wouldn't get cold. You cared about your people. He couldn't ask for a better partner to rule his people than you. It would be great to join your worlds through marriage, wouldn't it?

Or it was until he saw that shot straight to his heart. Too slow to look away. Especially not to look away. Yaku's dirty lips pressed against yours.

Pressed against yours.

Pressed against yours.

Pressed against yours.

Pressed against yours.

Blood flowed in pools. But no one could help. That only existed in Kenma's world.

Lonely world of Kenma.

His head was spinning when the news was officially released to the team shortly after, his stomach churning until it became a tangle of disgusting things. His throat felt like it was being pressed by an invisible hand, preventing him from breathing. The applause and hugs for the (God forgive him for saying such blasphemy) new couple made his head weigh heavy. Begging for a break. A second not in his world or yours, but shared. The world of you and him. Everything was already prepared... He researched you. You like movies, don't you? When he tapped your cell phone to listen to your calls, the subject you initiated the most was this.

He had bought you the book "The Story of Film"! He put it in a beautiful box with your favorite color. He also bought you a beautiful lamp. A star lamp! So that every time you lay together in bed, hugging each other, it could witness your love. Exactly as he imagined (well, not exactly. There were these changes and adaptations with reality. Damn greedy imagination).

Of course, it could also be taken into account that you became afraid of the dark as soon as he started to... Wanted to be closer to your world.

But would you judge him? Men are visual creatures. And he has only begun to embrace that nature now. Years and years without knowing how good it is to see.

Imagining isn't satisfying enough.

He needs something to look forward to, yes, but also something to pull him closer.

Something to entice.

Haven't you ever wondered why men watch porn while women mostly read erotica? Women are practical. They need something to look forward to too, but seeing takes all the magic out of the excitement. Whereas for men it makes it worth it.

It just took Kenma a while to figure it out.

Yeah! It was all so clear! How could there have been such a big wall all this time and he never noticed?

He had to see.

But all of that couldn't be further away now. Standing outside the gym, breathing deeply, still feeling breathless.

How he missed being breathless because of yours curious eyes.

How he missed his worlds. How he wished they were one. His and yours. Just the two of them.

But now you share a world with that idiot!

Damn him! Damn him! Damn him!

It's his fault!

His stomach began to churn and turn like a washing machine, the disgusting mixture from before rising throughout his body until it came out of his mouth in a horrible vomit. Since he hadn't eaten much yet, almost nothing came out, but his body insisted on throwing it all away, causing a pain like something was crushing him. Tears blurred his vision like those of a nearsighted person, not letting him see the little food he had eaten that his body had driven away from him. He felt his body weaken like that of a sick person, the urge to vomit still there, even though everything that had food in it was no longer in his body. More tears ran down like a waterfall, his vision darkening as if he were in a train tunnel and would soon be dismembered by it. Sobs were replaced by the urge to vomit, his body giving way behind him and making him fall like a toy that was no longer interesting to a child. The world suddenly crushed him, too far from everything he knew and loved.

His PSP was at home, his Nintendo Switch was at home... On the other hand, the box with all the feelings he had guarded for four months was there. Carefully stored in the locker room, hidden from curious eyes and sneaky hands, just waiting to be delivered to its rightful owner at the end of the day. It never happened.

After all, it was the first place where he took out all his anguish. The same hands that had so lovingly tied the beautiful bow on the box while he hummed were the same ones capable of throwing his beautiful gift against the wall with all their strength.

The tears persisted, still running down like excess paint on a painting.

Paint that had stained him completely red.

The ink that's on your hands.

The ink that appeared as soon as Yaku came to the locker room.

The ink that dripped on him as soon as the glass of the lamp broke and then Kenma shoved it down Morisuke's throat.

The ink that stained his vision.

This ink made him have you.

You wake up trembling in your bed, looking at every corner with a terrified look. The nightmare that haunted you and chilled your blood is still fresh in your mind. Tears fall like they do every night. Each night you feel more watched and in danger. You don't know how much more of this torture you can endure. The throbbing pain in your head keeps you awake, but doesn't give you the privilege of being able to choose to spend the night awake. Covering yourself with the blanket, you curl up, waiting for the sun to color tomorrow with its yellow dawn.

"Tomorrow is another day. Everything will be okay." You repeated incessantly.

Men are visual creatures, aren't they? He needs to see.

He needs to understand.

And he needs to apply certain methods.

Kenma looked at [Name]'s figure on the bed with a static gaze.

He sees you.

He is watching you and will soon have taken his place next to you in bed. Sleeping. Hugging each other.

Just as he imagined so many times. The world will be his and yours alone. Strong chains will ensure that.

He is tired of just imagining.

The moon would be just for the two of you. For you to hug and cuddle in each other's arms. For the stars to be the witnesses of your love.

Now he calls the shots. And although he said he wanted a world of two... Soon Kenma would be the ruler of both worlds. He would guarantee that.

This is your Game Over. 

From the moment he saw you, this was foreseen. 

He sees far away.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Dude, I've been in creative block for two years. Please don't judge whether the writing is bad, it's really been a long time. And about the vomiting scene, it was based on a jealous attack I had.

[theunholybastard]

It's me again! How's your holiday weekend going if you celebrate? If you're up for it, can I get a fic detailing the social hierarchy of the ghouls? I'm curious to see what their social structure looks like. It doesn't matter to me if there is a plot or not. Nor does it matter if there's porn or not.

Hey, lovely! 👋 I'm doing great, besides holiday shopping kicking my wallets ass 😭 I hope everythings going great on your end! Wishing everyone a fun and safe holiday season <3

Tbh I've never given it much thought before, but obvs it would make sense that the Ghouls have a sort of pack structure and hierarchy. And now that you got me thinkin' about it I have a few ideas to share😈🙏

Era 4/5 Ghouls/Ghoulettes Social Structure Headcanons

(for the most part SFW, some brief mentions of the hanky panky)

First off,

Ghoul packs are separated by era. The era 4 and 5 Ghouls are all in one pack, and the era 3, 2, and 1 Ghouls are in entirely different packs of their own. Ghouls are naturally very territorial, so they rarely interact with members of the differing Ghoul packs. I say rarely because Sunshine and Mist actually happen to be girlfriends, and unfortunately for the others, they just have to hold back their instinct to hiss whenever Sunny comes home smelling like a different den, and vice versa.

Roles are an important factor in every Ghoul pack. After being in a pack for a while, Ghouls tend to pick up on each others mannerisms, and even start to think like each other. (AKA, they all share one braincell) This makes it easier to decide on rules and roles within the pack, since they can (for the most part) all collectively decide on it without even having to verbally discuss.

Aether is what you would call their (un)official leader. He's strong, gentle but firm, and despite being a mostly relaxed guy, he isn't afraid of putting his fellow Ghouls in their place if needed. It was easy for all of them to come to the conclusion that he is who they want to follow. He loves being in charge, and the rest love it too!

Well, all of them except Dew, who has made quite the habit of challenging Aether. It's nothing personal obviously, he's just a hard-headed little shit and craves the power and control Aether has. He's never had a very good relationship with authority. Luckily, Aether's able to set him straight real quick when they get back to the den. If you don't hear from Dew for a few days, he's probably stuck in a cage, and not always in a kinky way.

When Aether got replaced by Phantom, though he was still considered the leader back at the Ministry, they needed someone to take over while touring. Finally, Dew gets his chance to take charge! Right? WRONG! That's right, Aether's second in command is Rain! Yeah, Dew wasn't happy about that.

Rain wasn't comfortable with it at first, either. Normally leaning more reserved and soft-spoken, he felt he was in no shape to be in charge of any his fellow Ghouls. But once again, without it even having to be discussed, all other Ghouls seemed to look to him for leadership. And Rain has never been one to disappoint. He ended up adapting to his new role fairly easily, adopting a more confident and outward persona. And Dew, with his sickeningly sweet soft spot for Rain, challenges him a little bit less. Only a little bit though.

Cumulus, at the end of the day, is the glue that holds the pack together, serving as a sort of protector. Shes like the mom friend of the group, a matriarchal like figure who makes it her duty to take care of her pack however she can. She holds such a commanding yet comforting presence, making her perfect for her role. Being level-headed and intelligent, she's also the one they look to for guidance if neither Aether or Rain are available.

If any of them are in need of comfort, she's the one to go to. If any of them are having a fight/dispute, shes the one to sternly scold them and help them make peace. Oh, did Dew cut his finger open again? She's got bandaids ready. Oh, is Rain feeling a bit lightheaded? She's got a bag full of snacks with her at all times. Some creepy guy hitting on Cirrus? They'll never find his body. I have to stop myself from talking about Cumulus now or else this is gonna end up being too long I'm so obsessed with her omg

Ghouls are highly social, and if you were to ask which Ghouls are most commonly seen paired up together, I'd say they all are around each other pretty equally. They form bonds very quickly, especially with other Ghouls, and with their natural separation anxiety, they quite literally need constant companionship. They are hardly, if ever, seen alone, and you will usually see the whole pack together. But that doesn't mean they're always all together.

When Ghouls do split up from the pack, it usually is because one or more Ghouls has gone into heat/rut. And as fun as it is to fuck it out, they can't risk having potential kits to worry about. During this time, they will settle into groups of 2 or 3 to keep them socially satisfied until the whole pack is back to feeling better.

When this happens, Cumulus and Cirrus are inseparable, so they are always paired up, no exceptions. (They're girlfriends, your honor!) Sometimes Rain will pair up with them, since Rain shares a particularly close bond with the Ghoulettes, but more often than not he's with Dew or Mountain, not wishing to be a third wheel.

Aurora has no preference as to who she pairs up with, she quite literally is madly in love with everyone. But most commonly she's seen paired with Swiss, because even though he is ALSO madly in love with everyone, he may be madly in love with her a bit more. Plus, they're both SO insatiably horny, so it works out for the both of them.

Aether usually goes for Sunshine or Moutain to pair up with. They're just so much less chaotic than certain friends of his (*cough* Dew and Phantom *cough*) and Aether enjoys being around a Ghoul he doesn't have to constantly monitor and make sure they don't do anything stupid. Well, besides that one time Mountain tried to hug a bear, but Aether doesn't like to talk about that.

But much like Aurora, Sunshine has no preference as to who she's paired with, and usually just pairs with the first Ghoul who asks her, or join Cirrus+Cumulus. And Mountain likes pairing with Rain, so if Aether is too late to ask either of them, that means he's left to pair with Phantom.

Aether doesn't mind too much, it's not like he hates Phantom, in fact he loves him! But he can be... a bit much sometimes. He's grown used to it though, considering they pretty much grew up together in the Pit, Phantom is practically a younger brother to him. Besides, it's not nearly as rough as pairing with Dew. Though it does get a bit stressful when Phantom sleepwalks...

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[2baddiesfanfics]

Love Without Sacrifice

Pairing: Mavuika x Xilonen

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Plans For The Future, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst

Summary:

Mavuika says what she believes will be her final goodbye to Xilonen - the woman who has been her only constant in a changing world. While the name engraver does her best to beg her to stay, the pyro archon chooses the path of duty over love...but someone else steps in to save her from her fate. When she returns to an unsuspecting blacksmith, she brings the promise of a future with her.

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“You don’t have to do this!” Xilonen’s voice rang off the walls of the pyro archon’s chamber. 

“You don’t understand. As the leader of this nation, I have a duty to its people. Victory is never without sacrifice,” Mavuika responded calmly.

“You’ve done enough for Natlan! Our citizens are safe from the clutches of the abyss. They can live freely and happily. Now it’s your turn,” the other woman argued, her voice tinged with panic.

“That’s not my call to make, Xilonen. A deal is a deal. The second we won against the abyss was the second my fate was sealed.”

“So, what, you’re just going to give in? Not even look for another way?”

“I’m no stranger to sacrifice, believe me. I left my family and everything I knew behind to go 500 years into the future specifically for this moment.”

Tears streamed down the name engraver’s cheeks. “But…what about you? Don't your needs matter?” 

“They never have. To me, the people and this nation come first. Always.”

“Mavuika, you and I are people of this nation! What about me? What about us?” She quietly pleaded, her voice becoming weak as a lump formed in her throat. 

The archon brought her hands up to hold the woman’s face tenderly. “I’m sorry. I’ve savored every moment we’ve shared, and I’ll cherish the memories until my last breath. I wish things could be different.” She pressed her lips against the blacksmith’s, trying to etch the feeling into her skin.

Xilonen placed her hands over Mavuika’s and rested her forehead against hers. “Please…don’t go. I’m begging you.”

“I’m sorry,” the archon said as she let go. She turned and left without another word, forcing herself to keep her gaze set forward. If she allowed herself to look back, she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop herself if she saw those golden eyes glisten with tears. Her thoughts were fixed on her destination as her heart screamed at her to run in the opposite direction.

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Ronova, the Ruler of Death’s words were interrupted by the reverberation of footsteps against cold, unfeeling stone.

“Mavuika!”

Turning to greet Citlali and the traveler, the archon replied, “You got here sooner than I expected. “

As Paimon questioned her reasoning, Mavuika felt now was as good a time as any to explain why she was here.

“I’m closing the final chapter on the plan that has consumed Natlan for five hundred…no, for the entirety of our history. We’ve eradicated the abyss from Natlan, but its power remains in worlds beyond Teyvat, tremendous and unyielding. Only by completely restoring the Night Kingdom can we defend against its corrosion in the long run. But the architect of the Night Kingdom is near her end. She lacks the power for such a task. Worse still, if her life force is depleted, the rules of Natlan disappear along with her. We have no need for the Ode of Resurrection right now, but it remains Natlan’s strongest defense should the Abyss return one day.”

The look of concern on Citlali’s face grew darker. “So…you’re planning to…”

“Yes. My plan is to once again place my life within the Sacred Flame. Five hundred years ago I gave my life for the chance to be reborn in this era. A chance to see all my plans to completion. And now, to sustain the Lord of the Night, I will give my life once more.”

The Lord of the Night’s voice boomed. “I respect your decision, Mavuika, but this method requires an immense sacrifice. The flames of your life force are exceedingly strong, but a life sustained by fire is one destined to die out one day. What will you do then?”

“I’ve thought about that…with the abyss out of the picture for now, the Sacred Flame’s power will be consumed at a much slower rate. My life force should be able to sustain it for another two or three hundred years. Future pyro archons will continue to seek new sources of fire. As long as Natlan’s legacy endures, the Night Kingdom will survive, impervious to the Abyss,” she answered. 

“Once again, you place hope into the hands of the future…” the Ruler of Death spoke. 

Trying to stop her, Citlali interjected, “But, the Pilgrimage can replenish the power of the Sacred Flame! We can give it that meaning! Why shoulder this burden by yourself?”

“Because I want the Pilgrimage to change. The Pilgrimage was an essential part of our struggle against the abyss- a grand competition full of promise and glory. But it also chained our people to an inescapable destiny. Fear and anxiety have been our constant companions. We knew what the consequences would be if we laid down our arms. Morality left us with no other choice. And so, Natlan became the nation of war. This is where Xbalanque defeated the dragons and granted our people the liberation of their flesh. And now, in the same place, I have the chance to grant them the liberation of their spirit. There will be no war, only competition - one fueled by our dreams for the future rather than a desperate struggle for survival. A new future deserves a new meaning, a chance to take a definitive step forward.”

The shaman sighed at this reasoning but turned to listen to the Lord of the Night.

“Very noble indeed, but what does any of this have to do with you? You speak of duty, but not yourself. In my eyes, Mavuika, you are not inherently special - a child of Natlan among countless others. Yes, the situation is urgent and the ley lines must be restored right away, but it is too heavy a burden for you to shoulder alone.”

“That is where we differ, Lord of the Night. You see all humans as the same, but I understand what it means to be a leader. A leader is swift and decisive in the face of reality. Someone capable of making the ‘right choice’ even when there are no good options on the table. Sacrificing the remainder of my life to help Natlan overcome this crisis…That is the right choice. After all, leadership is built on the trust of ordinary people. Without them, there is no archon. The people look to their leader to make the world a better place and stand up for them when it counts. For that reason, I must see my duty through to the very end.”

“But what about you, Mavuika? You still haven’t talked about what you want…Is it that unimportant to you?” Citlali asked her. 

Immediately images of Xilonen flashed through her mind: The laughs they had shared, the passionate kisses, their bodies flush against each other, and the whispers late at night of a future they might share. Shaking her head, she attempted to rid herself of these thoughts.

“It’s not important, Citlali!” She responded forcefully as if trying to convince herself this was true. “There is nothing more important than protecting the future we built together!”

Ronova acknowledged Mavuika’s sacrifice, making the final move to fulfill the deal originally made with Xbalanque. Giving the Lord of the Night the go-ahead to complete the transaction, the end appeared to be near…

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The blacksmith sat on Mavuika’s bed, her cries of anguish and heartbreak muffled by one of her pillows. She held onto it for dear life as the scent of her lover offered a minuscule amount of comfort. The smell of withering purpurbloom and ash was like a balm for her soul.

How long she’d been there, she had forgotten. Hours? Days? Her only reason for living was to wait for Citlali to tell her the woman she loved was no more.

Sensing someone had entered the room, she spoke her feelings aloud. “I c-couldn’t…stop her. I wasn’t worth…staying for. I know the people of Natlan need her…but…I needed her, too!”

The person didn’t speak as they slowly approached and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You are, and always will be, worth staying for.”

Xilonen’s ears twitched. Oh, great. Now I’m going insane.

The calm, sultry voice spoke again. “You know, saying goodbye to you was even harder than when I had to do it to my family.”

The name engraver looked up, and her eyes sprang open. “W-what are you doing here? I thought…wait…I’m not hallucinating now, am I?”

A small smile graced Mavuika’s face. “The Captain took my place. Being immortal, his life force was more than enough to fix the ley lines. With him there, we will not need to worry any longer.”

Xilonen stood on shaky legs and pulled her into her embrace. 

“Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?” The pyro archon asked. “I was a fool to claim I was thinking of all of Natlan when that includes you and me as well. I cannot claim to be a leader if I have no one by my side.”

“Are you kidding? Of course I can forgive you. But only if you promise you’re done with all of this self-sacrificial bullshit, Mavuika. You and I are our own tribe.”

She felt Mavuika tighten her grip on her at these words. “I can’t believe I was ever stupid enough to not see that. I swear I will fight for us every day as hard as I fought for Natlan.”

“You better,” she murmured before conveying the rest with a passionate kiss. She felt the heat coming off of the archon’s body and purred at the comforting feeling she once thought she’d have to live the rest of her life without. 

Driven by the adrenaline of knowing she would remain alive, Mavuika picked the other woman up by the back of her thighs and felt the blacksmith respond with a growl. Depositing her on the spacious bed, she crawled on top of her and felt Xilonen wrap her legs tightly around her waist. 

“I’m not…going…anywhere…” she reassured her as she lightly bit her lip. 

“Sorry…force of habit from…sleeping in trees all day…” 

Mavuika laughed and both of them stopped to listen to the sound that had been missing from so many of their recent nights together. This was the first time she had felt genuinely happy in so long. They stared into each other’s eyes, losing themselves in this precious moment.

Diving back in, the archon untied the strings keeping the name engraver’s top on with practiced precision. Xilonen grasped the zipper that held the other woman’s bodysuit together and gave it a fierce tug. When Mavuika had shed the leather garment completely, she abandoned it on the floor. Her teeth sunk into the side of the blacksmith’s neck as she moved to unbutton her shorts. The other woman rolled her hips to help her divest her of them, pressing her chest into hers.

Mavuika groaned at the sensation. She repositioned herself to sit against the numerous pillows that littered the bed. “I want to watch you ride my fingers, love. Come here.”

“So the archon wants a show, hmm? Seeing as how I’m not mad at you anymore, I figure I can humor you,” she said sarcastically as she straddled her hips.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Mavuika reassured her. Trailing her warm hands down the other woman’s shoulders, she caressed her body in any way she could. The weight of the name engraver’s breasts in her hands made both of them sigh. Her mouth sought her nipple and she sucked gently. Feeling the way she shuddered in her arms gave her great satisfaction. Bringing one hand to steady her hip, the other hovered at her entrance. Looking up, she waited for Xilonen to nod signaling she was ready for her.

The blacksmith sank down on her digits and uttered Mavuika’s name like a prayer. Watching her writhe up and down made the archon wonder how she could ever give a sight like this up for good. 

“That’s it, baby…you’re taking me so well…” she growled. “I may be archon, but it’s I who will worship you tonight.”

Xilonen increased the pace of her thrusting, her juices dripping down Mavuika’s fingers as she used her slick to rub frictionless circles against her clit.

“Yes…Mavuika…mmmm…I needed this…I need you…” she moaned with every swivel of her body.

“I need you too, kitten…wanna make you feel so fucking good…keep going for me…I can feel you’re almost there…”

At the sound of her using her pet name for her, Xilonen ground down against her, rubbing her clit against the other woman’s fingers until she came hard and fast.

Mavuika watched Xilonen’s chest rise and fall as she steadied her breathing. Taking in all of the features she loved but believed only hours ago she’d never see again. The way her name sounded coming out of her mouth, the way the sun had kissed her toned body the same color as her morning coffee, and the way her eyes shown with mischief any time she thought of a shortcut to get work done. 

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” She purred. 

With a soft sigh the archon responded, “You, my love.” 

She rolled her eyes playfully at her response. Knowing she still felt guilty for all that had transpired before they were reunited, the name engraver was determined to show her she held no grudge. “Why think about me when you can experience me?” she said as she began to rock her hips against hers. 

Sliding her hands up and down her girlfriend’s body, she smirked at the quiet whimpers escaping the pyro archon’s lips. 

“I haven’t even really done anything and yet you’re reacting this way,” she teased.

“Mmmm, kitten…just being with you is enough to stoke a fire in me,” Mavuika said with a chuckle. 

Repositioning herself between Mavuika’s legs, the blacksmith peppered kisses across her stomach and nibbled at her hips. Leaving a trail of small red welts, her head dipped further down as she kissed the sensitive bud she so longed to taste. Moans of encouragement rang out and Xilonen teased her further by placing chaste kisses on her inner thighs. Mavuika whined as the name engraver moved away from the area she desperately wanted her to touch. Intertwining her fingers in her lover’s hair, she gently tried to push her closer to her sex. The blacksmith chuckled against her skin as she grabbed the Archon’s wrists with her tail and held them in place.

“Patience, little flame,” she hummed. With the tip of her tongue, she traced her lips, tasting her arousal. 

“X-xilonen…please,” she gasped. 

She darted her tongue into her as she pressed her thumb on her clit causing Mavuika to buck her hips into her. Increasing the pace of her thrusts, she felt her walls clench and her hands fight desperately to delve back into her hair. Her golden eyes shone with excitement and power as she watched her lover come undone. 

“Xilonen!” Mavuika cried out as her legs clasped around her girlfriend’s head and her back arched off the bed. The name engraver released the other woman’s limbs from the grip of her tail and curled up next to her. Turning to face her, the archon cupped her face and gave her soft kisses in a silent thank you. 

“Kitten…you know how you said you and I are our own tribe?”

“Oh, archons…that was such a corny line. Sorry, got caught up in the-"

Mavuika put a finger to her lips. “Now that I know I'm not going anywhere…what if we made that tribe a little bigger?”