#we are very close and that’s never going to change

[thejimmycultoffical]

We reblogging this without going it. Our bad. Answering for our Ooc, while we're in character. Ooc character answer / in character answer.

He does with his Father, but not his mother. / We don't have parents.

His best friend. / No one. But we love our followers.

He regrets a lot. / No.

He is. / No.

He's single. / Single.

He wants something either of his own accord, or something instant. / We're immortal.

Goldfish. / We don't eat.

He used to play soccer. / We don't participate.

He picks them. / No.

Never. / Never.

He thought about it, but no. / No. I suppose we could, but we would move straight to marriage.

No. / We don't sleep.

He hates the people who have hurt him and his friends. / We are in capable of hate.

He misses his best friend. / No.

He has 3 dogs and a cat. / No, but we always could get one.

He's stressed, tired, and sad. / Content with our many followers, and proud of their existence.

No. He hasn't kissed anyone. / No.

He isn't scared, he just doesn't enjoy their presence. / No.

Yes. But to change minor details. / No.

Never. / Never.

Sleeping. / We have an election on Saturday.

No. He might adopt one. / We are incapable of having children. We have cult members.

He had the basic ear piercings. / No.

Honors English, theater, and stagecraft. He generally had good grades in all his classes, so those are just his favorites. / We didn't go to school.

Yes. / No.

He's craving goldfish. / More cult members.

He doesn't think so. / We divorced Duolingo.

He was borderline cheated on. / No.

He doesnt think so. / Again, Duolingo.

The way the person who hurt him had no consequences. / @/officalverse-offical.

His best friend. She said so. They love eachother platonically. So does a few of his other friends. / Yes. My cult members.

Light pink. / Blood red.

He thinks he might, but only a little bit. / No.

The world ending. / We don't sleep.

His friends. / Our cat, out of happiness for the mass amounts of support we have.

Yes. / No.

He doesn't know. / We don't do either.

In some aspects, yes. / Yes.

Surprisingly, he hasn't. / We haven't and never will. We also don't age.

No. / No.

Pasta or chocolate. / We don't eat.

Maybe. He isn't sure. / Yes.

He cried and sent a very long text to his best friend. / We don't sleep.

No. / No.

He doesn't think so. / No.

0. / 0

Yes. / Perchance.

He likes Sun storms. / Cloudy.

He does. / No.

Yes. / Perhaps.

He thinks so, but it's never happened. / Perhaps.

His best friend, baking, cats, art, music. / Our cult members.

He's trans. He already has. / No.

He hasn't kissed anyone. / We haven't kissed anyone.

He'd panic and cry. He wouldn't know what to do. She is litterally his world, but he would never want to date her. It has always been platonic, and always will be. / We don't have a best friend. Yet.

Yes. His best friend. / We don't have really any close friends yet.

His best friend. / Most likely U-Haul Jesus.

His best friend. / No one.

He does. / We'd need proof.

His best friend. / No.

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[peasack]

shy teen reader having a bf??? i feel like the thunderbolts would react very differently but with the same undertones like very protective but very happy overall that she found someone she’s safe with and its very teen lover girl x lover boy vibes super cute

AAA THAT'S SO CUTEEEE3EEEEE

I loved this so much oml I'm a sucker for found family reacting to their loved ones getting love from others

Thunderbolts x F!Teen!Reader

✦ Thunderbolts reacting to you having a boyfriend headcanons ✦

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✦ Alexei Shostakov

Over the Top Protective Dad. Alexei does not take this lightly. He immediately assumes this boy is not good enough for you.

Threatens Without Threatening. “Ah, so you’re the boy. You know, I once ripped a man’s arm off. Accidentally. Haha… unless?”

Keeps Calling Him the Wrong Name. Purposely mispronounces his name just to annoy him. It’s his version of testing the waters.

Eventually Softens. If the boyfriend proves he genuinely cares about you, Alexei becomes his biggest supporter, but he’ll still make occasional “I’m watching you” comments.

Wants to Be Involved. Tries to insert himself into your dates like, “I can drop you off! Should I stay? We can get ice cream together!”

✦ Yelena Belova

Immediate Suspicion. She side-eyes the boyfriend for at least two weeks straight. She doesn’t trust easily.

Grills Him Casually. When you bring him over, she’s like “So. You think you can keep her safe? Hm? You know I could kill you with a spoon, right?” She says it with a smirk but she’s dead serious.

Protective Sister Energy. She stalks his social media, finds his childhood photos, memorizes his schedule. For safety, obviously.

Soft Beneath the Sass. When she sees you genuinely happy with him, she backs off (a little). “Okay, he’s not terrible. But if he hurts you, I get first punch.”

Slightly Annoying but Loving. She teases you about being all ‘lovey-dovey,’ but deep down she’s happy you’re loved.

✦ Bucky Barnes

Silent But Deadly Protective Dad. Bucky doesn’t say much at first. He just stares at your boyfriend. For uncomfortably long periods.

Subtle Intimidation. He’s not loud like Alexei. Bucky’s the type to quietly clean his knife while your boyfriend’s in the room. He’s a menace.

Asks the Hard Questions. “What are your intentions? What would you do if someone tried to hurt her? How far would you go to protect her?” He’s not playing around.

Wants to Like Him, But… It takes a while to fully trust the guy. Bucky is always watching for red flags, but once he trusts him, he’s weirdly supportive.

Secretly Worries. He fears you’ll get your heart broken, and he knows what that pain feels like. He’s fiercely protective because he doesn’t want you to carry that.

✦ John Walker

Wants to Be THE Dad. John’s instantly like, “What’s his name? Where does he live? What are his grades like? Does he play sports?” Full FBI investigation mode.

The Overbearing Dad Energy. When you bring your boyfriend home, John’s like “You can call me Mr. Walker. Or Sir. Actually, Sir sounds better.”

Teaches Him ‘Manly’ Stuff. He insists on showing the boyfriend how to change a tire, grill burgers, and throw a punch—whether he wants to or not.

Lowkey Worries About Losing You. John’s terrified that you’ll drift away as you grow up and fall in love, but he’ll never admit it.

Eventually Approves. Once he trusts the guy, John becomes that dad who invites him to family barbecues and calls him “son” a little too early.

“Yes he can come over, but leave your door open.”

✦ Ava Starr

Quiet but Sharp. Ava doesn’t immediately object, but she observes. Very closely. She’s got a sixth sense for bad people.

Soft Questions. She’ll pull you aside like, “Does he make you feel safe? Does he respect you?” She cares more about your comfort than the guy himself.

Wants You to Have Your Own Life. She’s happy you’re finding happiness and connection outside the team. She just quietly monitors to make sure you’re not being manipulated.

The Calm Protector. If your boyfriend ever hurts you, she will simply erase him from the face of the earth without hesitation. She’s just built like that.

Respects Your Privacy. She doesn’t meddle much but is always ready to be your escape if you need her. “If you ever want to leave a date, call me. No questions.”

✦ Bob Reynolds

The Most Supportive Dad. Bob’s like “Awww, my kid is growing up! Tell me everything! Is he nice? Does he have pets? What’s his favorite color?”

Accidentally Embarrasses You. He’s so excited, he might overshare in front of your boyfriend. “They used to sleep with this stuffed bunny until like last year!”

Invites Him Over Constantly. Bob’s like “Bring him to game night! He can play too!” He’s the definition of ‘cool, embarrassing dad.’

Biggest Cheerleader. If the boyfriend treats you right, Bob’s his #1 fan. “You two are so cute! You remind me of me and Amy back in the day!”

Will Lose His Mind If You’re Hurt. If the boyfriend ever breaks your heart, Bob’s switch flips instantly. Sunshine? Gone. You’ll never see that boy again.

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Stop I loved this, too cute!!!1!1!!!!

My requests are always open! <333

[aventurineswife]

Could I request Sunday and Dan Heng (poly) with GN!Reader where the two are jealous, and want to know who Reader’s favorite is?

“No Need to Pick the Sun Over the Moon”

Summary: When tensions rise aboard the Astral Express, Dan Heng and Sunday—both lovers to you—find themselves grappling with jealousy. A simple question turns heavy: who is your favorite? Caught between their quiet rivalry and their vulnerable truths, you’re forced to confront the heart of your polyamorous bond and remind them that love isn’t a competition—it’s a constellation.

Tags: Dan Heng x GN!Reader x Sunday, Polyamory, Jealousy, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Vulnerability, Soft Angst, Love Triangle (Resolved), Introspective Reader, Romantic Tension, Gentle Resolution, Quiet Affection.

Warnings: Light emotional angst, Jealousy/conflict between partners, Brief mentions of loss/insecurity.

The Astral Express had been calm lately—too calm.

You sat in the Archive, nestled between two very different kinds of silence.

On your left, Dan Heng flipped through a data pad with methodical precision, eyes scanning but occasionally—unmistakably—glancing your way. He’d been doing that more often today.

On your right, Sunday lounged with apparent ease, legs crossed and wings tucked gracefully behind his ears. He hummed a familiar lullaby under his breath, but his golden eyes never left you, watching with a stillness that carried both grace… and weight.

You couldn’t help but feel the shift in the air, subtle but unmistakable. Their silences weren’t tranquil; they were loaded. Jealousy, perhaps? Competition?

You didn’t want to believe it—until Sunday finally broke the stillness with that airy, too-casual voice of his.

“May I ask something… selfish?” His halo pulsed faintly behind his head. “If the stars could whisper your favorite name, which of ours would they say?”

You blinked. “Wait, what?”

Dan Heng didn’t look up, but his grip on the data pad tightened. “It’s a fair question.”

Sunday chuckled softly. “How convenient you think so now.”

“You asked it first.”

“Is that envy I hear in your tone?”

“Is that insecurity in yours?”

You looked between them in stunned silence as their words tangled with the sharpness of old wounds and the gentleness of love neither quite knew how to express.

“I care about you both,” you said quietly, and it was the truth—but it wasn’t the answer they were looking for.

Dan Heng’s eyes finally met yours. “But you must have thought about it. If one of us were to… disappear—who would you mourn more?”

Sunday didn’t speak, but the way his wings dipped and his halo dimmed spoke volumes.

You rose, feeling the weight of their unspoken fears settle between your ribs.

“Do you want the truth?” you asked gently. “The real truth?”

Dan Heng’s nod was silent.

Sunday’s voice, softer now, asked: “Would it hurt us?”

You stepped forward, touching Dan Heng’s hand with one of yours and brushing your fingers against Sunday’s scarf with the other.

“I’ve imagined losing both of you more times than I can count. The favorite? It changes. It’s not about choosing—it’s about needing both of you in different ways.”

Dan Heng closed his eyes, tension easing from his jaw.

Sunday’s eyes shimmered with something fragile—relief, maybe. Or sadness.

“I don’t love you the same,” you whispered. “Dan Heng, you steady me. You remind me to keep going. Sunday, you remind me why I want to.”

They were quiet again. But this silence was warmer. Softer. Honest.

Dan Heng gently pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder.

Sunday circled around and embraced you both, his voice a murmur beside your ear:

“Then we shall be each other’s mirror… and your answer.”

And for once, they didn’t need to hear “I love you most.”

They simply needed to know you meant it—every time you said I love you.

And you did.

[coupsoficecream]

M'Manager

About:

Ever since you became the manager of K-pop group aespa, peace hasn’t existed—because your girlfriend always finds a way to seduce you. You try to stay professional, but she never plays fair when it comes to you. Then one day, she changes her hairstyle… and you can’t stop stealing glances when she’s not looking. Little did you know, your girlfriend saw everything.

Pairing:

!idol¡ karina x !manager¡ y/n

Warning:

CUTENESS OVERLOAD, a very needy karina, strong tension, make out a lil reminder that this is wlw :>>

Genre:

Romance, Secret Relationship

Song:

tease, caught, jealous

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It started harmless. One comment. One backup dancer.

“Manager-nim, you look good today.”

You smiled politely and nodded, brushing it off. You were used to light comments like that. Idol managers tended to get compliments, especially when they worked closely with big names like aespa.

Karina noticed it, of course. But she didn’t react. She just smiled at you the way she always did — soft and knowing — and went back to her water bottle like she hadn’t heard a thing. You thought that was the end of it.

But it wasn’t.

Because the same guy kept going.

“You’ve been working out, right? Your legs look toned.”

“Woah, is it hot in here or is it just you?”

“Manager-nim, I swear, if you weren’t off-limits…”

You laughed them off. Brushed past the tension. You were professional. This was your job. And Karina trusted you.

Until she didn’t.

She didn’t say anything at first. Just small changes. Quiet shifts in her expression when you walked past. How she didn’t wait for you after rehearsals anymore. How she started sitting with Ningning or Winter instead of saving a seat for you like she always did.

You noticed. Of course you did.

But you didn’t know what you’d done — until one night after practice, when the dancer said something that went too far.

“You know,” he said, leaning closer while Karina watched from a distance, “you’re too pretty to be just a manager.”

You smiled awkwardly. “That’s— I’m fine where I am.”

Karina was across the room, wiping sweat from her neck. And you saw it — the way she froze. The way her jaw clenched. The way her eyes locked on yours and didn’t blink.

You didn’t sleep well that night.

The next day, she didn’t speak to you. No teasing. No sly smirks. No stolen touches or secret messages during break.

Just cold professionalism.

“Can you pass me my mic?”

“Unnie, water.”

“I need a minute. Alone.”

You felt it. You felt it in your chest like an invisible thread pulling tight. You hated this. You hated making her feel like this. But she never said anything.

And you didn’t know how to fix something that wasn’t being spoken out loud.

Until that night.

You were both in the hallway, coming back from separate rooms. She had showered — hair damp, hoodie zipped up to her neck, skin glowing. You were walking back with your tablet when she caught your wrist.

“Can we talk?”

Your stomach dropped. “Now?”

She nodded.

You followed her into her hotel room, nerves buzzing.

She didn’t waste time.

“You like the attention?” she asked quietly.

“What?”

“From him.”

Your eyes widened. “No— Jimin, no, I don’t—”

“Then why do you let him talk to you like that?”

“I don’t!” you rushed. “I just— I smile because I don’t want to make a scene. I didn’t flirt. I swear.”

Karina stared at you.

“Do you know how hard it is for me to stay quiet every time he talks to you like he knows you?”

“I don’t let him—”

“He thinks he has a chance,” she said, voice lower. “Because you don’t shut it down.”

You stepped back slightly. Not from fear — but from the overwhelming way she was looking at you.

You wanted to speak, to explain, but Karina stepped forward.

“You know I trust you, right?” she whispered.

You nodded. “Yes.”

“Then tell me something.”

You blinked.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

You froze. “Wh-What?”

“Say it,” she said again, eyes burning. “Tell me you’re mine.”

You bit your lip.

Karina knew what she was doing. She knew exactly what buttons to push — and how quickly you melted when she used that voice. Because to everyone else, you were confident. Playful. Sometimes even in control. But when Karina stepped into this version of herself — soft but commanding, with hands on your hips and jealousy tightening her jaw — you folded instantly.

And she knew it.

You swallowed hard. “Jimin…”

“Say it.”

“I…” you mumbled, cheeks turning red. “I’m yours.”

She leaned in. “Didn’t hear you.”

You whispered, barely audible, “I’m yours.”

Her mouth curled into a smirk. “Thought so.”

Then she kissed you. Not soft. Not slow. It was possessive — claiming — her fingers sinking into your waist like she was grounding herself.

You gasped against her, and she didn’t stop. Didn’t pause.

When she finally pulled away, you were breathless. Face hot. Knees weak.

“You don’t smile for anyone like that again,” she whispered, resting her forehead against yours. “That smile is mine.”

You nodded, lips still parted, barely able to respond.

“And if he ever touches you—” she added, voice dark, “I’ll make sure he never works in this industry again.”

You let out a tiny laugh, still dazed. “You’re scary.”

She grinned. “Only for you.”

You looked up, flushed and wrecked. “You… you really hate seeing him around me, huh?”

“I hate anyone thinking they have a shot with you.”

“But I’m yours,” you whispered again.

That made her smile.

“I know,” she murmured, pressing another soft kiss to your lips. “I just needed to hear it.”

And that’s when Karina softened again.

After wiping your flustered face with her thumbs, she sat you down on her bed and crawled behind you, hugging you from the back like a blanket.

"Yah, don’t look like that,” she whispered into your neck. “You’re mine. No one else gets to see this face.”

You mumbled something shy and buried your face in your hands.

“Don’t hide,” she said, pouting. “My baby’s cute. Why are you so soft tonight?”

“Because you’re being like this,” you muttered.

She kissed your cheek. “Being what?”

“You know,” you whispered, face red. “Touchy… possessive…”

“Hmm. That’s just the girlfriend package, baby.”

You choked on air. “Stop.”

She giggled. “Stop what? Calling you baby? Touching your thighs like this?”

You yelped. “Karina!”

“I like it when you say my name like that,” she teased.

You groaned into her shoulder, and she only hugged you tighter.

“You’re mine,” she said, voice lower. “And I’ll keep saying it until the whole world knows. But for now…”

She pressed her lips to your jaw.

“…just let me have you like this.”

And you did.

[forgottenwriter]

Honestly, this is really important. Let me tell you all a little story. This happened many, many, many years ago. Back when I was a little trans baby who didn't even know she was trans yet. I was 16, on the internet, and having a great time. As you did in those far off days, I joined an internet forum - for those of you who don't know what they were, think of it like Twitter back when it was twitter, but also long and also not very much like Twitter!

So anyway, I made a friend and he was a great guy. He was also 16, and the two of us hit it off right away. He was smart and funny, and deeply caring about the world and the people in it.

He was also gay and from the deep south. His parents were less than supportive, but he seemed to not let that get him down. We became fast friends, and over the years, grew pretty close. In retrospect, he had a crush on me, but I was always trans even when I didn't admit it to myself, so that was going nowhere. I could never be what he wanted me to be, so I just didn't approach that route.

As the years went on, my friend started to change. He got cynical, angry at the world. It came from a place of hurt and pain; his parents continued to wound him, he felt as though the world was turning against him. he fought as hard as he could, but it seemed as if even his own people were turning on him.

Of course, the thing that I never said - and I should have, but I was young and anxious and didn't want to lose one of my best friends in the world - is that part of why this all was happening was that he'd internalized what his parents had taught him. He thought he was free of it, but like a seed they'd planted in him, it just waited to flower. It fed on his frustration and anger, and offered him an easy solution.

He didn't have to try to understand. He didn't have to try to look at things from other people's point of view. Other people were just wrong. And he was allowed to speak over and demean them because he was right and that was how the world worked.

Some of the stuff he ended up saying was terrible, and I remember thinking at one point ''This is your parents speaking. You've swapped out the word ''gay'' for ''trans'' but it's the same sentence with the same meaning and the same intent. You've embraced them without even knowing it.''

When I last spoke to him, when I ended our friendship once and for all, he'd convinced himself that democracy was a mistake. That education was a mistake, that the majority of people simply did not deserve to be educated and only enlightened rulers - which naturally, would include him and a few other gay people, but with no mention of any other minorities - deserved full rights.

Tl;dr don't assume that just because you're a minority, it means you're free of bias. If you live in toxicity, if you're surrounded by it, it will cling to you. That's what makes it so dangerous. You can carry it for years and decades without ever knowing and at some point, when you're weakest, when you're tired and angry and sad and want someone to blame? That seed will flower and a few years after that, you'll be one of those very same people who make you feel so sick right now.

That's human nature. That's how it works. None of us are perfect beings who can always be sure we're in the right. Check yourself. introspect your thoughts. Above all else, never assume that you're right just because something feels right. Righteous anger is good and satisfying and addictive because we're evolved to find it that way.

But that doesn't mean it works or makes the situation any better.

Don't lose yourself like my friend did. He was miserable in the end, and I don't think he's going to have a fun life in the future either. Support and love each other, stand up for each other. Be the kind of person you wish existed to stand up for you.

Many lgbt teenagers and young adults growing up on the internet today have socially conservative beliefs that they voice at all times that they got from their conservative parents which they’ve never challenged because they think the life experience of being gay or trans makes them politically progressive

[reignpage]

reign, idk if u were aware of the discourse going around on jjk Tumblr about toji saying ma but basically some people say they hate it because it doesn't make sense for toji to say it since he's japanese. what are ur thoughts?

yeahhh I've seen one or two posts like that. obviously I don't agree since I write toji saying ma like all the time ahahah. here are my thoughts:

the thing with him being Japanese isn't a convincing argument to say he wouldn't say 'ma' to me because we can stretch that to him speaking in English in fics. is it canon he knows how to speak English?

the fact that he's in love with reader also doesn't make sense because he canonically only ever loved one woman and life went downhill for him at the lost of that one great love of his.

and then if we hone in on him being Japanese, we can also say he wouldn't be with a foreigner, a plus sized woman, a woman of colour etc. and then what about sexuality? there's never been any hints that toji is gay so why would people write him with a male!reader? and those fics where he's having 3sums or gay moments with shiu? they canonically aren't even close.

what about other terms of endearment that Japanese men don't culturally use like doll and baby? should we open the conversation to say Toji should never use those words too? following that, Gojo/Geto/Choso/Nanami wouldn't use those either, right? they are Japanese after all. and don't even get me started on all the things Sukuna would or wouldn't do.

the way I see fanfiction and justifying writing in English is that the stories are translated from Japanese. since we don't have equivalents of 'chan/kun' and the ways the Japanese show affection, we insert our own cultural alternatives. him using ma is just to show his very informal, unconventional, 'unclassy' demeanour. he's not all romantic and gentlemanly like nanami or youthful/playful like gojo. so, to me, 'ma' displays that

we can go on and on and point out cultural inaccuracies with works of fanfiction but what would be the point?

none of it makes sense and I don't think it needs to. it just needs to be fun, enjoyable, and entertaining. I mean I could write Toji shoving rice cakes up his ass whilst he leaps off the lap of the Lincoln memorial, screaming slurs and doing the h*tler salute. just like I could write Toji cannibalising on his son or defacing remembrance murals. and it is simply up to everyone else to decide if they'd read that or not.

I think we should all just take a moment to reflect and realise that there's no right or wrong depiction of a character in fanfiction unless the author explicitly says and even then there's no rules to this shit. some things are just not for you and that is okay. to this extent, don't yuck on people's yums. I don't like Suguru but I respect people that do so if I can do it, I'm sure you can too

let's embrace each other's opinions. let's filter the stuff we don't want to see. heck, let's write the stories we want to read.

let's be the change we want to see

so reign says, you can pry Toji saying 'ma' from my cold, dead hands ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

[kaivenom]

Can you write one piece dilfs playing 7 minutes in heaven with reader, please?

I love your one piece scenarios, hope you'll continue

OP Dilfs playing 7 minutes in heaven

Characters: Doflamingo, Mihawk, Crocodile, Smoker, Shanks

A/N: how could you possibly end up playing this game with these mature men? nobody knows, but here you are.

Masterlist

Dracule Mihawk

His expression didn't change when you both got selected.

He entered the closet like nothing happened.

But also, didn't move, not even an inch.

Thanks to the darkness, you didn't saw his almost flustered face and a little hint of nervous sweat running thru his neck.

"And... how was your day going?" you were surprised, he was trying to make conversation.

"Good, better now."

"How can it be better if we are both..." his mind started to click "ohhhh"

"We don't have to do anything if..."

"I rather prefer taking you out on dinner or something." he was finally a little calmer.

Donquixote Doflamingo

Big mistake, he is a pain in the ass and also very big.

He had a hard time getting inside of the closet.

To the point that the only good way for you both to be there is was for you to sit on him.

Of course, you didn't want to sit on his lap so you did it on his knees.

"The view is not so bad from down here." you rapidly went to close your legs and pull down your skirt.

"Pervert." he then separated a little his knees, trying to make you fall "and idiot."

"And your king, you should be pleased to be here with me."

"No." and then he managed to move his knees and drop you on his lap and chest.

"Auch, my dick." he grabed your hands and pulled you up a little.

"You were the one moving." you kissed his nose, just to make him mad.

Sr. Crocodile

Another problem, like Doflamingo, he is big.

But he is smaller so he was able to stand up.

The thing is that you were on the height of his dick, more or less.

And he was doing the best he could, not to make it violent for you.

"Ummm, Sir Crocodile..."

"Don't say anything." he tried to sound serious, but he was frustated that any moment you could feel his 'excitement'.

"I was going to say that if you left your hook outside, we could have a little more space."

"Maybe you are right." you on your side, also tried to calm yourself cause you are feeling all the radiating warmth of his body.

"And... how is bussiness?" that made him realize you were uncomfortable, cause you never ask that.

"I don't know how could I look at your face after this." you grabbed his hand and kissed him.

"Maybe with a blush and a kiss?"

Smoker

Nervous, really nervous.

From the time someone propossed the game, from the time he sat down and when you were both finally selected.

When you both entered the place he decided to turn his back on you.

But still he was dying of nervousness and you were a little dissapointed.

"You know, I expected this to be a little more fun" you said, catching his attention. "when people do this kinds of things, they tend to be more... proactive."

"Yeah?" he was starting to get the thought that you wanted him to move.

"Yeah, I don't mean have sex, but ... we can still have fun." and then, a small flow of smoke started carresing the skin of your thights and breasts.

"Something like this?" you smiled.

Akagami Shanks

He was a little drunk so he was being noisy.

He even hugged you when the bottle landed on yourself.

He grabbed you and went to the closet without shame.

When the door closed, both of you were still close, really close.

"I am really excited to be here, with you." he was almost comical.

"I can see that... you are being really touchy." you said laughing a little.

"You don't want me too" his mood dropped to the ground.

"I do," you grabbed his hands to put them around your shoulders.

He started laughing like a teenager and started peppering kisses on your cheeks.

"Yeah." he put his hands up in a sign of victory but ended up hurting his fingers with the closet's ceiling.

[puckpocketed]

They took spenny from us </3 :(

ive been preparing myself for this since his exit interview after playoffs. if you don’t mind i’m just gonna use this ask as an opportunity to unload😭😭

let’s be clear: spence ASKED for this trade. per russell morgan, holland met with spence’s agent and they both agreed he wanted to be on a team where he was given more opportunities. he was clearly put off by his lack of ice time during critical games in the postseason and what that might signify beyond. anyone would feel this way after they spent several seasons proving they could cut it.

this is sooo fucking stupid and senseless to me purely from a roster building standpoint — spence is a cost controlled young player who has grown well with our core, and always performed well as a bottom pair d (very important, he IS very good at this… all while lugging around some pylon stuck to his left side for his whole NHL career) who is capable of playing up in the lineup when needed (LIKE THIS PAST SEASON). why, when we’re going for “big fish” this summer, are we doing this ….. like explain to me where we are gonna get a guy that fills his role for equivalent pay/cheaper? is there suddenly a surplus of reliable RHD?? 😭 (LETS NOT TALK ABOUT THEM ALLOWING GAVRIKOV TO HIT FREE AGENCY. WE MAY NEED A COMPLETE DCORPS RETOOL)

from another perspective… if jim hiller doesn’t trust spence after a year as head coach and several as assistant coach, he may never get that trust. maybe after those playoffs that bridge was burnt. spence went from 15-17 minutes a night basically the entire year to make up for the absence of the kings top d -> barely 5 minutes and being scratched during playoffs. rotten work from hiller, and cowardly to fall back on “experience” when our youth and depth was our strength going into that series. rode our top 9 forwards to death, played 3 and a half defenders most nights. hiller coached scared that series, plus during (and after) when asked by media if he would change the way he deployed the team, he bullishly stuck to his “no regrets” line. i think all of that and this trade will colour my perception of him forever. idk. holland worked to put spence in a place where he’d get more opportunity.. okay, i’m glad spence is going somewhere on the rise and not like, an AHL team. but the return is indefensible. absolutely wretched. and i’m glad people are rightfully pointing it out.

the 2024-25 season is always going to feel so special to me. all the kids got their shot, we really believed they could make it out of the time loop, and there was so much fun, such a vibrant and close room… jordan spence was such a huge part of that :( <3 i’ll miss him here but i was already leaning positively towards the sens, so i’ll be rooting for him there next year 👍

[alarajrogers]

Jesus H Christ.

I am a cis woman. I have, in fact, given birth, twice, to two very much wanted children. As a result, I endured: my feet growing two sizes, my stomach covered with an itchy rash for months, severe urinary incontinence (imagine, sneezing while you're standing up at your inlaws house and completely drenching your pants, when you're in a place where you don't really trust most of the people and you don't have a change of clothes), feeling for a few months like my insides were going to prolapse, Braxton-Higgs contractions (random uterine contractions way too early to give birth), pre-eclampsia, gestational diabetes, three weeks in a hospital on bed rest, a c-section, tailbone damage so that I could not sit in a hard chair for nearly sixteen years, and, oh, that urinary incontinence ended up permanent and I needed surgery to fix it, and my bulging stomach never went back to normal shape so I have looked 4 months pregnant for 21 years, also, my abs separated and if you press into my belly button, which inverted its shape permanently, you are actually pressing on my intestines. And surgery I got to fix that a. did not work and b. permanently destroyed my ability to feel the skin on my abdomen. Which has occasionally resulted in me burning myself by pressing too close to, say, a hot baking pan, without realizing I was touching it.

I would voluntarily trade all these things again for my children. But that's the key word, voluntarily. No one who does not want children should ever have to endure any of this. No one who is not certain their life would be incomplete without children should have to endure this. I was pro-choice before I had kids and I am even more pro-choice now. Pregnancy is dangerous and can be extremely horrible and will often cause permanent damage.

Yes, it could be an enormous boon to a person who desperately wants to be pregnant and cannot be. And water would be an enormous boon to someone dying in the desert; does that mean a person drowning in a river is privileged?

You cannot declare something dangerous and damaging to be a universal privilege. You just cannot. Yes, there are trans people who wanted to join the armed forces who are now being forced out, and gay people the same thing happened to twenty years ago. Doesn't change the fact that the draft is a violation and no one should be forced into the army no matter how much a person not allowed to join the army might want to. There are virgins who desperately want sex, but that doesn't make being raped a privilege. There are men who never get any attention from women and women who are constantly being harassed by men and both might see what the other has as a privilege, but no. It is not.

The ability to get pregnant is wonderful if you want to be pregnant. it is horrifying if you don't. It is also horrifying when it goes wrong even if you wanted it. And frankly even if it goes "well", as in, you get healthy children out of it and no life-threatening disabilities for yourself, it can still be horrible -- read everything I wrote above. How many times do you need to piss your pants before you recognize, this is not ideal? It took less than one for me.

The thing about being human is that we can want different things out of life, and just because you want something you can't have, doesn't mean it's wrong for other people who can have it to not want it. Transmasc ability to be pregnant is not, innately, either a privilege or a burden -- it depends on the transmasc and how he feels about it -- but being stuck with the bullshit that cis women have to endure that surrounds pregnancy, from the health issues to the attitudes, coupled with the misgendering and malgendering, is an oppression. Some might choose to endure it anyway because they want what they will get, which is a child. That doesn't make it a universal privilege.

People are so fucking stupid sometimes.

“There is no form of oppression that trans men face that trans women do not.”

Sorry are we just forgetting that in many parts of the world someone can assault, forcefully impregnate and make them carry the pregnancy to term as a form of detransition? That’s backed by law? The fuck is wrong with you.

[cloverandstuff]

I'm gonna try to speedrun analysing this TEASER

My initial guess is that it's gonna be a very symbolic video, much Vivinos's initial videos were. It will have a lot of visual metaphors flashing in between scenes that will have simple surface, but a very complex depth.

The video will most definitely be focused on MiziSua. Which makes sense, considering they are the first characters introduced in the swries, so it makes sense that they help close the climax (and the series itself, if what I've heard is true.)

The TEASER shows at first a few flashbacks to of Mizi and Sua. Some are from their childhood and Anakt Garden and the others are from their performance. They look happy in thos photos, as though everything is perfect.

The teaser has a few images that portray just how centered around toxic worship MiziSua is. They love each othee, that much is true. But the images portray how brutal that love can be to the both of them. It, in a very strange way, takes from their humanity while also showcasing it fully. It's the love that encompasses everything, and not in a healthy way.

Then we get the matchuo board with flowers blooming on the images of Till, Ivan and Sua. The flowers were mainly connected to Mizi, so this could be her remebering their deaths, mourning them, and also going through Survivor's guilt by connecting her presence to every one of them.

Then we get to see Mizi and Sua right before their performance, having a massive arguement. Mizi seems like she is trying to change Sua's mind about something, while Sua tries to push her away while staying stubborn. This also helps portray how much stronger Mizi is than Wua, something that does seems to play a role in their relationship.

We get a closeup of Sua's face before it cuts to Mizi holding up a gun facing foward, with a sorrowful expression. Like this is taking everything in her to do, despite knoeing it's the right choice.

My predictions based on all these things is that it'll be more Mizi-centric than anything.

This mught be a video about her survivor's guilt boiling over the edge, and sending her into a deep spiral about the deaths fo all her loved ones. She might have flashbacks of Ivan and Till too. Maybe even some of Hyuna to some extent. This all culminates into her just breaking down, and staying stuck in the past.

But it will also be about her growing past it. Sua was someone she loved more than anything , someone she worshiped. When she died, her presence haunted the narrative so deeply, and destroyed her mentally.

She remains chained to the past, and the memories of Sua cause her survivor's guilt to only grow. She seconds guesses what she knew about Sua and tries to find to answers as to what she was thinking.

But by the end, I think Mizi will finally be able to move on from Sua. She will let go of her memory, and cut her off from her life. She will stop letting her haunt her narrative.

She will never get the answers she wants from Sua, and she will never get to see her face again. She might come to this realization and be able to move on.

[calamitoustide]

anyway i wrote like 500 words of so high school in the wrong pov and i'm at the point where even thinking about finishing this fic is a lot (it only has two chapters left maybe 10k and then it's over but i can't do it) but i do have a little bit of a laundry scene that'll never make it to the full fic... like two people will see this but here you go!

--

They have to be up early for the graduation ceremony tomorrow. Thankfully they're not signed up to take care of the students before. They don't have to deal with riding the buses, and have Harry to thank for that. That being said, Harry needs more time to get ready in the morning, and be settled enough to sit through the ceremony. There is no winning, and there's no way to get out of getting up early.

James doesn't care about this apparently considering it's been almost twenty minutes and he still hasn't made it to bed yet.

Regulus doesn't really want to get up, not when he's between the soft bed sheets and he's nice and warm. He's wearing James' clothes and is on the cusp of sleep, he swears he can feel it right beside him, but he can't. Not when their idiot husband is somewhere in the house other than here. With a groan Regulus gets up, barely stopping himself from taking the whole duvet with him as he goes back downstairs. As soon as they're passed Harry's room they call out, "James, I swear to god if you don't come to bed in the next two seconds we are getting a divorce."

No answer comes, until he's deeper in the house and hears humming coming from the laundry room. The light creeps in from under the door and Regulus pads over before gently pushing the door open. He's met with a familiar sight of James in only pajama bottoms that he must've just gotten out of the wash since he hasn't gotten up to bed yet. Regulus thinks about changing himself, even if he's already in sleep clothes. The shirts fresh from the dryer; all warm and soft are calling to him though.

Dino is curled around James' socked feet, purring happily in sleep. James hums quietly to himself, singing, "Our house is a very very very fine house. With two cats in the yard; life used to be so hard, now everything is easy 'cause of you."

Regulus hates to interrupt him knowing if they don't they can spend more time looking at him in this light. Not that James wouldn't notice him eventually, it's what gets him to clear his throat as he leans against the doorway, "What do you think you're doing?"

James just smiles, sparing him a glance before he's digging through the dryer again, "You're the one who always gets mad about wrinkles," he says, the ends of his words move upward in a teasing tone."I thought this is what you would want me to do."

Regulus rolls his eyes, stepping into the room to wrap his arms around James' chest. They lean into him pressing tightly against him as if to steal his warmth. They were right James' clothes are fresh out of the dryer. "I wanted you in bed."

"Oh," James murmurs. "You should've said something."

Regulus shakes his head before lightly biting James' shoulder, "You're an idiot."

James laughs softly, as he grabs another shirt from the dryer, "Go back up to bed I'll be there in a minute."

"No, I want you to come with me," Regulus says, leaning his cheek against James' back. They close their eyes, letting their breath go.

"You're going to be exhausted tomorrow—"

"You're gonna be exhausted tomorrow," Regulus argues.

"Yeah, well I'm not the one who's going to be complaining about being exhausted the entire day," James teases.

[demonslayedher]

Things that went through my head while watching this episode (in 2025!)

--Ah yes, the episode that forever changed the way that I will look at paper airplanes, dang it. I'm not crying, you're crying.

--I was just saying that Ufotable filler is hit and miss and they have a problem of being too heavy-handed and they go and punch me in the eye. It was enough just to poke me in the eye with the canon detail of paper airplanes, Ufotable, my eye was already watering

--Like, yeah, they were heavy-handed, but at least they did it in a way that was b e a u t i f u l and such a signature moment with all those airplanes sailing off in the peaceful, bright sky aaaaauuuuggggghhhh ENJOY THE TASTE OF SUNLIGHT WHILE YOU CAN, CHILDREN, YOUR BONES WILL NEVER TASTE IT AGAIN SOON

--the fact that like... the main mob boy we focus on for this episode looks so much like one of the Corp members in the manga who was on the front line against Muzan in that first attack, I am going to be distinctly disappointed if Ufotable does not animate him there. Because then he'll have fought and fallen as valiantly as Muichiro, in the same fortress, at roughly the same time

--which is why it was so important to hear both that boy admit that he sees how hard Muichiro works and that he knows he comes back early in the morning covered in training bruises because that is the level of commitment necessary to be of Hashira caliber

--AND Muichiro stately, plainly, to everyone present, that he does not want them to die, he really is like this out of wanting the best for them, from the bottom of his heart

--BUT ALSO LIKE the coolness with which Muichiro is like, "welp, let's do it with real blades then" is just chilling because nobody can tell right away than he is doing this with the best of intentions and is not so cold-hearted as to actually follow-through and cause real harm, what weight and tension, I love it

--(also, that sound design in the dojo and the energy and real force in those hits, daaang, makes me miss practicing martial arts)

--and just--seeing him have these peaceful moments--WITH ALL THESE NEW FRIENDS--just sittin' around and making paper airplanes together, even offering pointers to the other boys as they construct theirs, it just goes to show how Muichiro was born to be happy, just like all these other swordsmen were

--and like, their complaints throughout the episode are valid, they are all doing their best, and this is why they accept it when Tanjiro is playing Muichiro's advocate at first

--but--get this------

--I THINK HAVING TANJIRO AT THE HEART OF THIS PAPER AIRPLANE SCENE KIND OF RUINS IT

--I mean, yeah, there is obviously favoritism for Tanjiro, and the reason the other guys ask Tanjiro to say something is because, obviously, the guy who fought alongside Hashira and survived two Upper Moons has ages more sway than they do. It makes sense that it took Tanjiro's involvement to break the sort of gridlock that existed between Muichiro in his strictness and the guys in their respect for Muichiro but weariness in dealing with him. And Tanjiro, over the course of this season is having a "aw, all the Hashira are actually really nice, Giyuu-san even let me win that soba-eating contest" arc (which, let's face it, this is Tanjiro, he does not need that kind of arc), so this follows up on that. And it is also very funny to see him try to pull the same thing on Muichiro that he pulled on Giyuu, with the very same face. But also, don't get ahead of yourself, Tanjiro!!! They are still Hashira and you are still not close to their rank!!

--But also

--Muichiro was already making an emotional breakthrough on his own in how he responded to mob-boy breaking down with the real sword. Or maybe not so much of an emotional breakthrough as a social one--there was already a bond between him and the listening Corp members being formed in that moment. The bond was cemented when the boy had the courage to speak up and ask to take Muichiro on too in an innocent (and likely doomed anyway) battle of paper airplanes.

--It would have a meant a bit more if Tanjiro wasn't practically orchestrating that interaction just by nature of being Tanjiro. (But it is very funny to see Ginko bully Tanjiro in this scene.)

--Also, because I'm feeling annoyed with how Tanjiro's character is getting stretched as doughy as his face for the sake of giving the main character more to do, I will say here that I do not think Ufotable and Hanae Natsuki pull off the "ahaha" nervous/awkward laughter for Tanjiro very well. It both looks and sounds very stilted. It bugs me every time I hear and see it when Tanjiro responds to Mitsuri's reaction to Nezuko in the final episode of the previous arc, and it bugs me again here. And it is disappointing because I love, love, love, love just about every other expression and sound they have Tanjiro make. If I were the director, I would have given them instructions to make Tanjiro react to the awkwardness not with nervous laughter, but with a sound more like when he is dreaming in Mugen Train and realized he called his basket of charcoal "Nezuko." That would sound like a more Tanjiro-like reaction to me, and these feels like a symptom of Ufotable filler writing.

--So what would I have done with this episode to supply both Tanjiro and Muichiro interaction, as well as to let Muichiro's interactions with the Corp members be more organic? First off, I would keep all the one-on-one Muichiro and Tanjiro had (IIII LOOOOOOVE THE PAPER AIRPLANE AGAINST THE SWORD MOMENT not because it is necessary or doing much for the plot but simply because it is cool--and the way that Muichiro so enjoys teaching Tanjiro as he spars, SO GOOD), but I would have Tanjiro do a repeat of what he did for Muichiro in the previous arc--say some innocuous words to Muichiro that wind up stirring up something in Muichiro. Like Tanjiro gets his permission to go, but he feels bad for the other guys, and as he is politely leaving he says something about how hard everyone is working, but like, I dunno, they have strengths that Muichiro may not be acknowledging, and that they acknowledge more about Muichiro's strength than just what makes him good at slaying demons or something. And maaaaaybe the mob-boy overhears this and sees yet another side of Muichiro and then decides to challenge Muichiro to a paper airplane contest himself.

--Okay but that last talk Muichiro and Tanjiro have about the danger to Nezuko and the upcoming battle is really unnecessary, though it does follow up the more impactful moment Iguro had saying they were in the calm before the storm as his hand was shaking. BUT WHAT GETS ME MORE IS THAT THIS IS THE LAST TIME TANJIRO WILL EVER TALK TO MUICHIRO AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

--Okay so anyway Hashira interactions, yeah, happy to take what we can get, even though Sanemi's character writing is a little... forced, since Ufotable is trying so hard to give us another side of him without stealing from later character-building moments he'll have

--And my gosh, the irony in Muichiro telling the Corp members that he doesn't want them to die when this is exactly how Iguro feels about him

--This Hashira battle does serve the plot to show how they are actually improving their own abilities in this time (since the daytime training sure ain't challenging them enough), but yeah, it is mostly flashy fun

--I LOVE THAT SANEMI TELLS GINKO TO SHUT UP

--I LOVE THAT MATSUEMON AND GINKO ARE AT IT IN THIS EPISODE TOO. You two are gonna be lovebirds later, despite how hard it is to believe right now. No other ship in their series can top their enemies-to-lovers progression.

--Okay so I love the paper airplane stuff (however forced Tanjiro's involvement felt)

--but

--obviously what I love most about the filler Ufotable added is THE FACT THAT KANAMORI NOWS PERMANENTLY HANGS OUT WITH MUICHIRO and like got a whole worship built there lickedly-split once Oyakata-sama said the word

--since this is intended to be a permanent set-up (however short-lived that will turn out to be... and Kagaya probably knew that with how close the final battle was drawing), I cannot imagine Kanamori left his beloved wife En back in the village. En has to be around there somewhere. En has to be making nutritious food for her hardworking, fire-working husband and that growing boy.

--And it would be great if Muichiro is freaked out by how flexible her neck is

--The fact that MUICHIRO JUST HANGS AROUND IN THE FORGE to make his paper airplanes too, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

--I love Muichiro and Kanamori interactions, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[copiaslittlesunshine]

The Deal - Part 1

Pairing: Hwang In-Ho/The Front Man/ Player 001 x Female Reader

Summary: You get suspicious of Player 001 and confront him. A decision that will change the fate of your life forever.

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, Oral sex, Angst, Blackmail.

It had been a surreal feeling waking up in the bunk bed dressed in the green track suit amongst the other players. It had felt like a weird dream, but this wasn't one you would wake up from, no matter how many times you would pinch yourself.

You had always been good at remembering faces, even amongst this big of a crowd. That's why you knew, when player 001 made the final vote to stay, that this was his very first appearance. He had not been there during the first game.

You watched him closely the next few hours, seeing him make friends with player 456. What was his reason for being here? Why had he arrived so late to the game?

You didn't know what possessed you to confront him, but you did. How could you know it would change your life forever?

"Why are you here?" you asked, approaching him in a moment when he was alone.

"Huh?" Player 001 turned around and looked down at you with a confused gaze. "What?"

"Why are you here?" you repeated, squinting your eyes at him.

Player 001 let out a soft chuckle and smiled. "Like everyone else here."

"But why weren't you here until it was time to vote?"

Player 001 smile faded. Was it worry you saw in his eyes?

"What do you mean?"

"You weren't here when we all wake up, nor during the first game."

Player 001 chuckled again, but this time you could hear the hint of nervousness in it.

"Yes, I was. There's a lot of people here, you just didn't see me."

"Oh, believe me," you said, smiling. "I'm good at detecting faces among crowds, and you were definitely not here until the voting."

Player 001 face hardened and he didn't look so friendly anymore.

"You're wrong," was all he said before he turned around and walked away.

□

You woke up in a daze that night, blinking your eyes in confusion when realizing you were not in your bunk bed anymore. You sat up with a jolt, looking around with widened eyes. Where were you? The room you were in was painted in gold and you were sitting in a black, leather armchair.

"You're finally awake."

You jumped at the voice behind you and turned around, your eyes widening at the sight of the masked man all dressed in black.

"W-where am I?" you asked, hating how scared your voice sounded.

The man chuckled and you knew who it was even before he took off his mask.

Player 001.

"I must admit, you're very good, y/n. I didn't expect anyone to be suspicious of me. That was a mistake on my part."

"Who are you?" Your voice was barely a whisper now.

"My name is In-Ho, I'm the man in charge here."

"Are you..Are you going to kill me?" He told you his name, what reason did he have to keep you alive?

In-Ho smiled. "That depends on you, y/n."

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

In-Ho's smile widened as he approached you, lifting your chin with his gloved hand as he stood in front of you. He was very handsome, you had to admit that, his dark-brown eyes piercing into your very soul as he looked at you.

"I will not kill you, if you stay here. As my...companion," he stated as his thumb slowly caressed your bottom lip. "You're a beautiful girl, y/n and I have been alone for so long now."

Your eyes widened, his touch sending tingles down your skin and realizing what his words meant. No, you couldn’t do that! Could you?...Your brain started ticking. If you did this, you could maybe by time to find a way out of here? You wouldn't win any money, but at least you would be alive. This game wasn't what you'd signed up for. You had never entered if you'd known your life were at stake.

So, you looked up at him and nodded.

"I need your verbal consent."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before looking right up into his eyes with determination.

"Yes."

In-Ho smirked. "Good girl."

□

In-Ho had left to join the players, he couldn't be gone for long to risk someone wondering about him. You didn't really know what to do, so you turned on the big screen in front of the armchair. Your stomach churned when you saw what was on. The next game. So, this is how In-Ho liked to entertain himself? Watching people get murdered? You felt sick just thinking about it.

You turned it off and started examining the room. There wasn't much there, but you did find some books to read and a bathroom. Well, thank God for that. At least now, you didn't have to wait for permission every time you needed to use the restroom.

You didn't know how much time had went by when the door opened and a guard with a square on his mask walked inside. He was carrying a black box with a pink bow on it. Your pulse quickened as flashes of the dead players being put into boxes went through your mind.

"The Front Man wants you to take a shower and then put this on," the guard said and handed you the box.

The Front Man? So that was what they called him?

You took the box out of the guard's hand and he left without another word. You looked down at the box with curiosity and carefully took off the lid. Your eyes widened as you took out the gorgeous, golden silk dress and a matching pair of high heels. The dress was ankle long with thin straps and an open back. At the bottom of the box, there was a pair of golden silk thongs to match the dress. Wow...and he even had all of your sizes right.

The warm water on your skin felt rejuvenating. It almost melted away all your thoughts and emotions you'd experienced since you'd woken up in the bunk bed.

You looked at the stranger looking back at you in the mirror. Where was the joyful person from a year ago? Before your husband died and left you with all his debts you couldn’t possibly pay, debts he hadn't even told you about. Fuck, you hated him for that. You sighed and slid the thong up your hips, and shimmied into the dress, let the soft material glide down your body. You ran your fingers through your wet hair, wishing you had a hairbrush. You slipped into the high heels and made a grimace. You'd never been a fan of them.

There was a set table waiting for you outside, with lit candle lights and a beautiful bouquet of flowers in the center. What was this? You took a few steps forward and that's when you saw In-Ho standing at a bar counter, opening a bottle of wine. He looked up, his eyes twinkling up with interest when he saw you, his gaze slowly taking in your appearance with appreciation. He put down the bottle and approached you with a confident gait. You could feel your heart racing and your breath hitching from his closeness as he stood before you, and his gloved fingers slowly running up your bare arm.

"You look exquisite, y/n," he said in a hushed tone as his gaze followed the trail of his fingers. The mix of his deep voice and touch sent a jolt of arousal through your core and settled between your legs. Fuck, you didn't want to feel this way about this man. You despised everything he was doing here and hated your body for reacting this way.

In-Ho's lips curved up into a smirk and you knew. You knew he knew exactly how your body was reacting to him. Well, fuck him. He wasn't going to have the higher ground here. So, you held your head high and looked him straight in the eyes.

"If you're trying to woo me with a candle light dinner, it won't work. I might have agreed to give you my body, but you will never have my soul."

In-Ho only smirked wider in return and you hated him more.

"Please sit down, y/n. Dinner will be served soon," In-Ho said and smirked at the glare you gave him. Oh, he would have so much fun with you.

You hated to admit how good it felt to get a real meal of food in your stomach. And the red wine...you rolled it in your mouth, taking in every detailed taste of it. It was delicious.

"So, how did your husband come to have such high debts?" In-Ho asked and took a sip of his wine while fixing his gaze on you.

You looked at him, surprised by his question.

"Uhm...well, you know. The usual stuff. Addiction to gambling, spending money he didn't have. That sort of thing."

In-Ho nodded in acknowledgement.

"What about you? How did you become...this?" you asked, motioning to his appearance.

In-Ho smiled. "You know, I was once the winner of the game."

You almost choked on your wine and stared at him in disbelief.

"Really?"

In-Ho nodded. "But my wife died while I was here, and I had nothing to return home to. So they offered me to stay as overseer of the games."

"They?"

"The ones who created the game."

"Why are you telling me all of this? Your name, your backstory."

In-Ho shrugged his shoulders. "I guess...It feels good to have someone to talk to again."

You studied his face, every beautifully carved feature, and you could see the sadness written in them, but also the longing for something more. Perhaps, deep in his heart, he didn't want to be this cold, ruthless person.

"Well, It seems like I'm not going anywhere, so you can talk as long as you like," you said in a joking tone and smiled at him, trying to lighten the heaviness of the situation you were in.

In-Ho looked at you and smiled back, and the soft chuckle coming from his mouth warmed the inside of your chest in ways you didn't want it too.

"You can sleep here. There's some night clothes for you in the box."

In-Ho led you into his bedroom, containing nothing but a king-sized bed with golden sheets and a black box with a pink bow.

You swallowed and glanced over at him. "What about you?"

In-Ho smiled and walked up to you, his now bare hand cupping your face. You stared up at him, hearing the nervous drumming of your heart pulsate in your ear as you looked into his dark-brown eyes twinkling back at you.

"Don't worry, little one. I will join you as soon as I can. But for now, I have to sleep with the players."

His thumb ran across your bottom lip, his gaze fixed on your mouth, and for a second, you thought he would kiss you. You held your breath in anticipation, feeling the electrifying pulse vibrate between the two of you. Then, he suddenly let go, as if he woke himself from a dream, and the moment was gone. He left without a word, and you lifted your fingers to your lip, grazing the trail of his touch as you stared at the closed door behind him.

□

Morning came sooner than you expected. You must have fallen asleep despite the thoughts tumbling around in your head. Were you actually starting to fall for this man? The nervous flutter in your stomach when you thought of him certainly suggested so. Well, fuck...

You looked at the clock on the wall in In-Ho's bedroom. 8 o'clock. There was another box waiting for you on the floor outside the bedroom door. You opened it and found a silk dressing gown in gold, of course. Damn, In-Ho was really obsessed with gold. You slipped into the gown and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth. One of the guards had brought more stuff for you yesterday, like toothbrush and toothpast and other hygiene stuff. When you were finished freshening up, you went into the main room. There, you saw a luxurious breakfast waiting for you. Those guards were really quiet, weren't they? You hadn't even heard them come inside to set all this up.

As you started eating, your thoughts went to the other players and the horrors they were going through right now. And here you were, eating this rich breakfast and enjoying the softness of a real bed and the warmness of a hot shower. You lost your appetite right then and there.

There wasn't much to do when In-Ho wasn't around, so you picked up one of his books and made yourself comfortable on his armchair with a glass of whiskey. You really didn't care for the flavor much, but it was something to numb the guilt dwelling in your stomach. The guilt of sitting here whilst the other were down there, getting murdered. Guilt over the fact that the man responsible for those deaths made you feel things you hadn't felt since you fell in love with your husband. Fuck, fuck, fuck! You closed your eyes and repressed those thoughts to the back of your mind as you took a deep breath and started reading the book in your hand.

You were half through the book when In-Ho returned, still in his green track suit. His face was shiny with sweat and his right cheek was sprinkled with blood. You swallowed, remembering all the dead people after the first game. His face was hard and cold, so different from the man you'd dined with yesterday.

"Are you okay?" you asked and stood up from the armchair.

"I'm fine," In-Ho mumbled back and disappeared into the bathroom. You heard the shower starting and sat back down on the armchair, waiting for him to come back out.

When he did, it was in his Front Man outfit, with the mask on and everything. He approached you with determined steps, and you stared up at the black mask as he stood in front of you.

"Get up."

You quickly did as he ordered, didn't dare to question the harshness in his voice. In-Ho sat down on the armchair, put on his jazz music, and removed his mask. He took a sip from your whiskey glass and closed his eyes, licking his lips before he put his mask back on.

"Get down on your knees."

A pang of heat went through your body at his words and you swallowed as you obeyed his command. You watched with widened eyes as In-Ho zipped down his pants, reached inside and pulled his cock out.

"Go on, little one. Do what you're here for and satisfy me."

A part of you felt hurt that he'd seemed to forgotten the conversation you'd shared yesterday. Was it only you that felt that the two of you had shared an intimate moment and gotten to know each other a little bit? And the other part of you...that part could feel his words awakening a forbidden desire inside of you.

You gave your lip a nervous lick as you wrapped your hand around his cock, feeling him twitch at the touch. You leaned forward and gave the head of his cock a cursory lick. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time.

In-Ho released a sharp breath and you gave another lick, but this time you dragged your tongue along the underside of his shaft, across the pulsating vein there. A low growl vibrated from his throat and you couldn’t help but feel proud that it was you who emanated those sounds from him.

You parted your lips and took the head of his cock into your mouth in one single, fluid motion, earning a sharp hiss in return. Slowly, you started to move your lips up and down his length, taking more and more of him into your mouth.

As soon as your tongue touched the base of his cock, In-Ho bucked his hips and let loose another hiss, and you felt his fingers curl into your hair. You pressed your tongue against him again, prodding and massaging down his shaft as you continued to move your mouth along his length, and you reveled in his reactions as he hissed and growled. He couldn’t seem to decide whether to grab onto your hair for support, or to hold you steady. Eventually he decided on the latter, and he held your head still as he began to lightly thrust into your mouth, drawing a guttural groan deep from your throat.

Your small, needy moans seemed to drive him quickly toward the edge, as his hips moved more urgently and sporadically as he fucked your mouth. You couldn’t keep pace with his thrusts, and you could feel him begin to throb against your lips and within your mouth. In-Ho released a final sharp hiss as he grabbed your head and thrust forward. His cock twitched and then began to throb violently as he spilled his hot seed onto your tongue.

As In-Ho was still milking himself into your mouth, you looked up at him. For a brief moment, you wished you could see his face, imagining his eyes half-lidded, unfocused with pleasure as he watched your mouth still firmly around his member. The throbbing pulses along his shaft had faded, and his vice-like grip on your hair was loosening as you pulled yourself off of his cock.

Then, In-Ho tucked himself back inside his pants, stood up, and walked out of his quarters as if nothing had happened.

You found yourself sitting there on the floor, feeling used as the hopelessness of the situation struck you. No matter the deal you made, you feared that you would never get out of this place alive.

[yohajitou]

[Diabolik Lovers Born To Die] Animate Tokuten Drama CD "Celebrating Her Birthday" [Kino]

Original title: 彼が貴女の誕生日をお祝いするCD

Audio: Here (Audio belongs to @dl-drama-cd)

Note: Since today is Kino's birthday, I decided to translate this CD. I swear it's so sweet!!! I mean, I can't help but add this CD to my favorites. It's really cute. just a shame it's so short 😭

___________Translation is here____________

[0:03] "Hey, wake up. I went out of my way to wake you, so why won’t you open your eyes?"

[0:17] "Come on, wake up. You usually get up so quickly. What's with you today?"

[0:30] "If you're really going to keep sleeping, I might just do this... and that... You sure you want that?"

/Yui suddenly sits up/

[0:45] "Aw, too bad. You're awake. I was planning to mess with you more. Just kidding. Good morning."

[0:57] "Hey, let me ask you something. You remember what today is, right?"

/Yui shakes her head/

[1:08] "No way... Don't tell me you really forgot? It's your birthday today, isn’t it?"

[1:19] "Exactly. You're always like this, worrying about others and forgetting yourself. Of course, I'd never forget your birthday. That's why I'm taking you out today. No complaints. Go get ready."

[1:49] "I'm going to show you around the Demon World. There are lots of places you'll love, so look forward to it."

*Time skip*

[2:04] "Are you done changing?"

[2:08] "Hmm, you look more polished than usual today."

[2:15] "Not bad. Kinda cute."

[2:18] "Alright. Looks like we're all set."

[2:22] "Wait a sec."

[2:27] "Hm? Oh right, I was just checking the rankings in that app I'm into lately."

/Yui wonders about signal in the Demon World/

[2:36] "Yeah yeah, there's no signal here, but if the app's downloaded, it still works."

[2:46] "Anyway, stop frowning. Let’s go."

—Sound of door closing—

*Time skip*

[2:59] "It’s been a while since I came here, but it’s just as lively as ever. Maybe it's 'cause where we live is pretty quiet now."

[3:11] "Here, take my hand so we don't get separated."

[3:18] "Hehe, holding hands like this really makes it feel like a proper date, right? You think so too?"

[3:29] "Alright then, let’s start by grabbing some snacks. I think there was a place around here..."

[3:36] "Ah, there it is. I heard that crepe stand is amazing. Let’s try it."

/They walk to the stand/

[3:46] "Let’s see what they’ve got..."

[3:50] "Wow, just like the rumors say - tons of options. What should I pick..."

[4:01] "Very Demon World-esque. Nothing like what you'd find in the Human World. Have you decided yet?"

/Yui picks her crepe/

[4:11] "Oh, the Demon World's Strawberry crepe? Nice choice. Looks good too."

[4:19] "Hmm... then I’ll go with the "Starlight Shards" crepe."

[4:27] "One Demon Strawberry and one Starlight Shards crepe, please."

[4:37] "Whoa, that was fast. Thanks, sir. Here’s yours."

[4:49] "I picked this one because of the name. These little sugar stars on top of the whipped cream must be the 'starlight shards.' Looks tasty. Wonder what it tastes like."

[5:05] "Whoa, your crepe's color is seriously intense. Hope it doesn’t have actual poison in it."

[5:16] "Only one way to find out. Take a bite."

[5:25] "Come on, eat it. What are you hesitating for? I bought it for you, you know. Don’t tell me you’re not going to eat it."

/Yui takes a bite/

[5:42] "You ate it! Good job. So? How is it?"

/Yui says it's delicious/

[5:50] "See? Looks can be deceiving. It’s actually amazing. Super popular in the Demon World, too."

/Yui asks how Kino knows/

[6:01] "Of course I know. I was just teasing to see how you’d react. And it was perfect. Your face was hilarious."

/She sulks/

[6:13] "Don't pout like that."

[6:16] "Alright, I’ll give it a try now. Itadakimasu~"

/Kino starts eating/

[6:22] "Whoa! It's popping in my mouth! What the heck? But it’s super tasty!"

/He munches loudly and nonstop/

[6:38] "Why are you staring at me like that?"

[6:44] "Are you curious about my crepe?"

/Yui nods/

[6:50] "Alright, alright. I’m generous. I’ll give you a bite. Here, say 'ahh~'"

[7:04] "Haha, you're such a klutz. You got cream on your nose."

[7:08] "Seriously, right on the tip."

[7:13] "It wasn’t on purpose, I swear. But, you’re just gonna leave it there?"

[7:23] "Hold up. I got this. Stay still."

/Kino licks the cream off Yui’s nose/

[7:36] "Mmm, sweet. There, all clean."

[7:43] "Forget what others are thinking. Let them stare. Might as well show off a bit."

[7:50] "Want me to do it again?"

[7:53] "Haha, you’re blushing already. You're seriously cute."

/She blushes more/

[8:05] "Now you’re even redder. Your expressions change so much, I never get bored watching you."

[8:13] "Alright, we're done here. Let's head to the next spot."

*Time skip*

[8:24] "Ugh, I’m so full. They have so many foods we don’t get in the Human World. Cool, right?"

[8:34] "Heh, glad you’re enjoying it. Now, where should I take you next..."

[8:44] "Hm? Something wrong?"

/Yui asks about Kino’s phone/

[8:51] "Oh, my phone? Yeah, I’m usually glued to it. But not today. Just enjoy the moment."

[9:01] "It’s fine, we don’t have to find a place to game. Let’s just keep going."

/She says Kino doesn’t have to force himself/

[9:11] "I’m not forcing anything. I’m really okay. I mean, it’s your birthday today."

[9:21] "Ugh, I wasn’t gonna say it out loud... You’re usually so clueless, but you catch on to this kind of thing really quick."

[9:34] "Yeah, I’m always on my phone, but not today. I promised myself I wouldn’t."

[9:42] "Because today’s your birthday. I didn’t want to waste this special day glued to my phone."

[9:54] "When you celebrated my birthday, I realized what it felt like to have someone call your birth a special thing. So I wanted to give that feeling back to you."

[10:18] "If I’m stuck on games, I can’t tell if you’re actually happy."

[10:26] "I want to see your happy face, your excited eyes. All those little expressions you make, I don’t want to miss any of them. That’s why I turned off my phone before we left. If it’s on, I might check it out of habit."

/Yui says she’s really happy/

[10:54] "Really? I’m glad. I wasn’t going to say anything since it’s kinda lame. But if it made you smile, it was worth it."

[11:06] "Still, it’s a bit early to be thanking me. The date’s not over yet. I’m taking you to a place Yuri recommended next. I heard it’s amazing."

[11:21] "Alright, let’s go."

[11:24] "Wait… there’s one last thing I forgot to say."

[11:32] "Happy Birthday. I had to say it, right?"

[11:41] "Next year, and the year after that, I want to celebrate with you too. Just the two of us. Because I want to see your smiling face like this every single year."

[11:57] "Thank you... for being born into this world."

[saras-almanac]

currently untitled Sarah ends up moving in to Vic's and actually growing a relationship with Vic and Robert... might change things later...

Okay so I’ve been having some thoughts about Sarah having more of a relationship with Robert and Vic because she is a Sugden and I think it would be really cool if the show remembered that and let her explore that side of her family—as well as potentially become a catalyst for rebuilding the Sugden Family since they have all disappeared as the Dingle Plague swept through the village. (I kid but there are just way too many Dingles and not enough other families and I’m gonna need that to change). Anyways, I had some stuff planned for Robert helping Sarah and becoming closer to her as she goes through her cancer and IVF stuff and was struggling to figure out when and was going to change the timing and then today’s episode (26 June 2025) happened and I was hit with inspiration--but incredibly limited time. So I wrote this little thing out quick and want to go back and work on planning out this fic and actually seeing what happens with it. (That and all the other fics I keep talking about... please feel free to come and talk to me about them because I've been really struggling with writing and creativity this year and might need some pushes)

Victoria was anxiously wringing her hands as she walked with Robert through the hospital. He’d just gotten back from another day up at the farm when Vic’s phone rang. Sarah had called her from the hospital crying and basically begged Vic to come and get her. It seemed like they weren’t that close since Vic had seemed unsure what to do until Robert said that they should go to the hospital. If Sarah’s upset, especially upset enough to call Vic and not a Dingle, then they were going to be there for her.

Robert was along for moral support—for both Vic and Sarah, whichever one needed him most. It felt nice, almost normal, to be someone who could be there and support the people he cared about. Or at the very least, he could pretend for a little while.

“What are you doing here?” Cain’s voice was hard as they walked up to Sarah’s room.

“Sarah called. Asked me to come and visit,” Victoria said, leaving out that she begged Vic to take her home, let her stay. That was a fight for later, when they knew if Sarah was even getting out today.

“Why would she call you?” Cain asked, looking at Robert.

“Well she is family,” Victoria said. “Besides, she just had a major surgery. If she wants us to visit, we’re coming.”

“She’s not letting anyone in,” Charity said. “So best you turn around and head back home.”

“I think we can go in and see what Sarah wants,” Robert said quietly. “And then we can all go from there.”

He turned to go and knock on the door, peeking his head in seeing Sarah laying in bed. “Sarah, me and Vic are here if you’re up for a visit?”

“Uncle Robert! Auntie Vic!” Sarah said, her eyes filling with tears. “You came. You came to get me?”

Robert opened the door, feeling Victoria being pushed into the room with Charity and Cain hot on her heels.

“What’re you talking about?” Charity asked. “Come and get you? What do you mean?”

“Right,” Victoria said. “So Sarah did call and ask us to visit, but she also asked if she could stay with us for a little while.”

“You want?!” Charity asked, but it was unclear if she was directing that toward Sarah or Victoria. “She just had major surgery. She needs to be resting and recovering with family! With people who care about her!”

“And that’s you, is it? The people who never supported my decision? You think I can recover and just get back to normal after this?” Sarah asked. “I can’t. I can’t be around you both right now. I just need to be somewhere else.”

“Besides, like Vic said, we’re her family too,” Robert said.

“Not like you were ever there for her before,” Cain said.

“Well, I’ve been a bit preoccupied being in prison,” Robert said.

“And before that?”

“Would you lot or Debbie have really wanted me to be around?” Robert asked. “But that’s not the point. The point is right now, Sarah is asking for this and I’m going to support her and be there for her.”

“You don’t even know what’s going on,” Charity said.

“I know she’s our niece,” Victoria said. “And that she wants to stay with me. That’s all I need to know. Well, that and any medical stuff that I need to help with.”

“I’m going with Auntie Vic,” Sarah said. “And I’m gonna stay there with them for a while.”

[story-book-sillies]

Grieving over someone who isn’t gone is such a complicated feeling. Especially when they are your best friend. Especially when they want to leave you.

I still can interact with them today. I can see them with my own eyes, hear their voice with my ears, understand their deepest dreams because we just know each other.

But soon, I won’t be able to see them in person, the only way I can hear their voice will be through a phone, and now someone else will learn to understand them better than me. I will slowly be forgotten as someone else becomes their remembered.

And it hurts. But it happens. And I knew it was coming but I didn’t want it to happen so fast. It’s like when you know something is going to bite you but it hasn’t happened yet. You anticipate the pain so it’s like the pain is already there.

They’re still here but they’re already gone. They’re not gone forever just gone for now. You’re still a kid. They’re all grown up and they’re leaving you. It hurts.