#//Won’t work 100% of the time; but IS at least enough to make her Consider a break

[oceanxveiined]

Her obsession with the sea an all things related all stemmed from her mother. On her kinder days, Morjena would constantly reminisce about her youth in Natlan, talking about her homeland near crystalline, azure waters. Of how much she missed the place itself, even while hating everyone she knew, and her lack of success and status there. The longing in her mother’s voice and, later on, the more Danae herself saw out pictures of that place, the more enraptured by the idea of it Danae became. She absorbed her mother’s love for the sea and to this day, will go out of her way to see it if given the right opportunity.

[sapphicvqmpires]

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ eyes on me

Pairing - nerd!shuri x black!fem reader

Word Count - 10.7k (just vibe with me)

Contains - smut (18+), switch!shuri, switch!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, choking/gagging/breathplay, throat-fucking, overstimulation, dacryphilia, strap-on, breeding kink, slight bondage (not really) mean!reader, just FILTH, some angst, some fluff

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Sneak Peak - “What’s that you’re working on, baby?” Your tone was low, sultry, a tool to invite her in to observe the way she would give into you. She looked up at you, a hint of thrill masking her beautiful face at the question and your heart grew at the way she lit up. She began to talk about nonsense that meant nothing to you, growing in excitement as you grew in boredom. True to your slightly mean nature, you yawned, almost intentionally knocking down her enthusiasm and her face grew saddened, choking down her words as you belittled her

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Writers Note: this is 100% inspired by @oceean and her story as well as her nerd!shuri head cannons she wrote, I fell in love instantly and just knew I had to write her! Thank you so much for your inspiration! I was also inspired by at least 2 of @pocketsizedpanther writing prompts (I won’t say which ones until the end) but thank you so much to you both for your incredible ideas! I apologize in advance for some of the readers actions but bear with me…enjoy this filthy fic!

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ The night before clouded your mind as you sat with the girl in front of you: Amari. While she wasn't officially your girlfriend, she meant more to you than just "friends with benefits" as defined by society. Amari fucked you hard enough to keep you around, yet you hoped she would take the initiative to make your whatever relationship you had with her official. However, that day never arrived, leaving you questioning if it ever would. And it’s not like you were afraid to take charge and ask her to be yours, but deep down you knew she simply wanted to have a good time with you, using you at her own convenience and keeping you close without the obligations of having to care for you beyond your body's physical needs, without having to love you beyond the way you made each other feel in bed.

And that is why your mind wandered to your previous night.

Your academic abilities were never impressive; in fact, you often questioned your overall intelligence, especially considering your past choices in romantic partners. However, Shuri willingly stepped in to assist you with your studies. Yet, the more time she spent helping you, the more you became aware of her remarkable beauty—the sharp contours of her face and the enticing fullness of her lips. Unable to resist, you found yourself captivated by her gaze, leading to an unexpected, breathtaking kiss between you both. It caught you both off guard but possessed a mesmerizing allure. She treated you delicately, and that moment was all it amounted to—a kiss that stirred emotions within you that you weren't certain you wanted to experience, yet undeniably, you did.

A firm kiss on your knuckles brought from Amari’s lips settled your mind back to her and your surroundings. Once she realized she had your attention, Amari reached out, intertwining her fingers with yours and placing another kiss upon your knuckles, evoking a forced laugh from you.

“What’s wrong, y/n? You’ve been quiet the whole time and don’t say ‘nothing’ cause I know your ass don’t know when to shut up, always talking. So what’s wrong?”

Nothing was wrong, per se, but how were you gonna tell her how you invited Shuri to your little brunch ‘date’? It was hardly a date though. Amari didn’t take you out on dates.

“Nothing,” you replied, subtly rolling your eyes in a way that you had hoped she wouldn’t notice but she did.

“I saw that.”

“You saw what?”

“You always rolling your eyes at something, so tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, I should probably just tell you I invited Shuri today. She’ll probably be here soon actually.”

“Shuri? Like…Udaku?”

“No, the other Shuri,” you replied sarcastically, rolling your eyes yet again.

“The fuck? What is she coming here for?”

Truth be told, you weren’t entirely certain what possessed you to invite Shuri to your brunch with Amari. You didn't even bother mentioning to Shuri that she would be there. But what you were certain of was this: you desired to experience her presence once more, to have her in a space that extended beyond the confines of your bedroom. You longed to observe how she would make you feel while Amari stood before you, curious if her mere presence would overshadow Amari's, despite your hopes that it wouldn't.

“Because why the fuck not? No one ever invites her to anything and plus she’s always helping me and shit with literally…everything. She deserves to get out every once in a while.”

The cafe was fairly quiet, allowing the gentle jingle of the door chime to catch both of your attentions simultaneously. It was Shuri, looking slightly awkward with her book bag slung over her shoulder and a petite bouquet of flowers in her hand. Amari couldn't help but release a soft yet teasing chuckle, prompting you to retaliate by lightly hitting her shoulder.

“Be nice,” you demand.

“Yuh huh.”

“I’m being for real, don’t fuck around.”

“Yeah y/n, whatever.”

Shuri scanned the café until her gaze finally locked onto yours. An intense gulp passed through her, her grip tightening on the book bag as she navigated her way toward the two of you. Seeing you accompanied by another person caused her head to droop slightly, her heart sinking as she held onto the bouquet of yellow and pink tulips. While taking her seat at the vacant spot around the table, she licked her lips causing Amari to release yet another derisive chuckle. You glared at her, using your eyes as a means to tell her to shut up.

“Shuri, Amari. Amari, Shuri,” you say, acquainting the two girls to one another.

“Hi,” Shuri responds, making eye contact with no one but the wooden table underneath her. For a brief moment, a pang of guilt washed over you. You could simply sense the deep nervousness emanating from Shuri's entire being, evident in her difficulty to maintain eye contact with either of you. You alone had the power to make her tremble, make her trip over her words, but with Amari now present in the equation, her nervousness seemed to escalate beyond measure.

Amari looked at you, raising an eyebrow in question of your decision to invite her here but you shrug your shoulders back at her. Initially, you made an effort to engage Shuri in small talk, but your questions were met with short responses, her voice trembling with nerves. It reached a point where frustration and annoyance welled up within you, irritated by how Amari seemed to have Shuri so flustered. As a result, you chose to ignore Shuri for the remainder of the brunch as you indulged in flirtatious behavior with Amari. You sulked in every kiss and hold she gave you, fully aware that Shuri was observing, despite her attempts to appear uninterested. Shuri eventually retrieved her work from her book bag, delicately placing her textbook on the table as she chose to focus on her tasks rather than the moments you were sharing with someone else. An eye roll escaped you once more, a sign of your annoyance. You couldn't help but perceive her as a bit of a loser—a cute one, admittedly, but still a loser.

The brunch gradually drew to a close, marked by a scarcity of conversation between you and Shuri, who remained absorbed in her own world, diligently attending to her tasks. You exchanged your goodbye’s with Amari as she made her way out, allowing a sense of relief to settle over you. At last, you found yourself alone with Shuri.

You turn your body to face hers and for the first time in what seems like the whole time she was there, her eyes met yours. You ignored the way your heart skipped a beat with the way her gaze made you feel, eyeing the bouquet of tulips that rested beside her text book.

“Who are these for?,” you teased, plucking a petal off and flicking it at her face. Shuri winced at the gesture, pressing her glasses into her face as she gathered the courage to tell them they were meant for you. The sight of Amari holding your hand, kissing you, embracing your body made her feel small. Weak. Nothing compared to the sharp presence the other girl carried.

“Well…I brought them for you but then…I saw you with her. So nevermind I guess.”

A gentle chuckle escaped your lips, a mix of delight and uncertainty, as you appreciated the gesture of her gift. Being given flowers was a new experience for you, especially after sharing such a small, insignificant moment. Shuri, however, looked down in a state of embarrassment, wishing to disappear into a void as she set the flowers on the ground. She found no amusement in the situation but your laughter persisted, raising her sense of humiliation. Gradually, your laughter subsided as you composed yourself to find the right words.

“No Shuri, no. I love them, it’s just…look baby. Just because we shared some lame kiss last night doesn’t make us lovers, ok? Don’t get that shit twisted.” Your words were a bit harsh, that you can admit, but you wanted the point to get to her. “Do you understand me?”

She nods and a small smile appears on your face. “Good.”

You look down at her work, almost entranced by numbers and letters that scatter across her paper in patterns unknown to you. Truly, you couldn’t care less about what she was working on, but you wanted to hear Shuri talk, listen to her voice and the quality it carried.

“What’s that you’re working on, baby?” Your tone was low, sultry, a tool to invite her in to observe the way she would give into you. She looked up at you, a hint of thrill masking her beautiful face at the question and your heart grew at the way she lit up. She began to talk about nonsense that meant nothing to you, growing in excitement as you grew in boredom. True to your slightly mean nature, you yawned, almost intentionally knocking down her enthusiasm and her face grew saddened, choking down her words as you belittled her.

“Come on Shuri, I’m playing. You know I don’t actually care about this shit. Don’t act all surprised now.”

Shuri sighs, shutting the textbook as she stuffs it back in her book bag. She stands up, preparing to leave and her action catches you off guard.

“Uh uh..sit down. Where do you think you’re going?”

“I…why did you invite me here? You clearly don’t want me to be here and you’re being mean.”

You couldn’t help but let out another small laugh. As much as you were trying to fess up to her, fit into her bubble, she made you giggle. You grabbed her wrist, pulling her back down onto her chair and she complied without objection. You tenderly pinched her jaw, forcing her to look at you because you were tired of the lack of eye contact she was making with you.

“I’m not being mean, Shuri, you’re just too easy to poke fun at. Loosen up and have a little fun.”

Her eyes beamed at you, a sly smile appearing on her face as you began to subtly caress her strong features. She surrendered to your touch willingly, almost as though she had yearned for this moment for an eternity. Your fingers brushed against her glasses, causing Shuri to instinctively recoil ever so slightly from your embrace.

“What’s the matter? You look adorable in these,” you mention, lightly tapping the frame. You pull them off of her in a playful manner and instant fear strikes her gaze.

“Please don’t…don’t break them please.”

You smile, placing them on your face. You scan the room, unable to see a thing through her glasses.

“Damn, Shuri. You got some shitty ass prescription, don’t you?”

Her throat tightens as she struggles to respond, fearing that you may damage her glasses. You observe her unease, her fidgeting, yet you choose to disregard it. Instead, you open up your Snapchat camera, relishing in how pretty you feel in her glasses.

“How do I look?,” you asked playfully, ruffling your fingers through your curls. Shuri’s eyes disconnected from yours once more, looking down at the ground as she mumbled.

“You look really pretty, y/n.”

You clenched her jaw once more, this time with a tad bit more force as you made her eyes bore into yours for what you hoped to be the last time.

“Hmmm? Look at me angel when you say shit like that. Again, Shuri. How do I look?” You found immense satisfaction in the power dynamics that enveloped your interactions with her. The dominance you exuded in her presence delighted you to no end. Shuri's trembling before you served as a subtle affirmation of her desire, a constant reminder of how deeply she yearned to be with you and it made you feel desirable; a feeling you hardly felt when you were with Amari.

“Y-you look really pretty…with my glasses on.”

You smile tenderly, placing the glasses on her face as you bop her nose with your finger, making you both giggle. Her smile made you feel warm.

“There’s a party going on tonight, can you come please?” You weren’t going to take no for an answer.

“I’m not really a party person, y/n. Plus I got stuff to do.”

“Yeah? Like what? Sit at home and do this boring shit all day?,” you say, mentioning Shuri’s school work. “Have some fun for once. And I’m not taking no for an answer.” Although your words were demanding, your tone was soft, more gentle as you didn’t want to frighten the already trembling Shuri in front of you.

“I’m not leaving here until you agree…I wanna see you again Shuri.”

She grapples with crafting a response to your stern words, driven by a strong desire to satisfy you and bring you joy, because she too wanted to spend time with you, engage in conversation, but ultimately, she craved your undivided attention. She longed for you exclusively and alone.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Shuri? Speak to me.”

“Where’s the party gonna be?,” she mumbles, and this time you allow it.

“At Amari’s house.”

She subtly crinkles her nose, a faint eye roll following and you raise an eyebrow at her mannerisms. You were well aware of the motive behind her reaction, but you wanted to hear it verbalized by her.

“What?”

“What?”

“What’s wrong with Amari’s house?”

“Nothing…”

“Then what’s the long face for, Shuri?”

She releases a weary sigh, opting to remain silent as you patiently anticipate an answer she chooses not to provide. You roll your eyes in response as you pull out your phone to text her the address.

“Party starts at 9:00, I’ll see you there. And it’s not a question.”

As she attempts to open her mouth in protest, you swiftly bring your finger to her lips, silencing any words before they can escape. The tension in her throat becomes apparent as she swallows hard, the bobbing motion a testament to her internal struggle. With a tender kiss upon her lips, you convey your longing to meet again without having to explicitly acknowledge it verbally. But to Shuri, it meant something completely different; she yearned for you deeply but you just didn’t have the capacity to reciprocate her needs. Not yet anyway.

“I’ll see you later, Shuri.” Your final words before taking off, leaving Shuri with nothing but the pink and yellow tulips she brought for you.

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You leaned your body into Amari’s, red cup in both of your hands as you indulged in the liquid inside. The pulsating music coursed through your veins, dictating your every movement as you sensually pressed your body against the woman behind you.

“You look so sexy tonight,” Amari whispered into you, her voice sending a deep chill up your spine.

“Yeah…that’s all I look like to you nowadays.”

“What does that mean?”

You took another sip of your drink, savoring the sting that poured down your throat.

“Nothing,” you replied. You continued to sway in rhythm, moving sensually as Amari handled every inch of your body like she owned you. It seemed as though she genuinely desired you, and for an instant, her actions almost swayed you. You were aware of what she craved in that very moment – she yearned for your submission, for your vulnerability, wanting you to surrender completely to her touch. And with each passing second, you found yourself succumbing a little more to her allure. However, your attention abruptly shifted as you noticed who had just entered through the door; her bookbag on her shoulder while still grasping onto the tulips you were meant to take earlier and your heart sank at the image. You had underestimated the hurt that Shuri must have felt, leaving behind the flowers she had brought you. Your mind had been too preoccupied with other matters to fully comprehend your actions.

“I’ll be right back,” you spat, chugging down your last bit of alcohol.

“Where you going, baby?”

“I said I’ll be back.”

Amari picked up on your tone and you're thankful she chose not to engage in an argument at that moment. She pulled you closer, pressing your back into her chest as she placed a tipsy kiss into your cheek before harshly letting your body go. Shuri patiently waited for you by the door, visibly exhaling with relief as you made your way towards her. With a discreet gesture, you beckoned Shuri to step aside, hoping to avoid Amari's notice. You appreciated the fact that Amari resided in a spacious house with several roommates, as it allowed you to swiftly guide Shuri into the bustling crowd, sinking into a secluded corner where prying eyes would not find you. Shuri trembled, but this was nothing unfamiliar. It was precisely the way you wanted her to be.

“You made it,” you playfully remarked, draping your arms around her neck, initiating a gentle swaying motion in sync with the music. Shuri quickly caught on to your intentions, recognizing your subtle efforts to coax her into dancing with you.

“I-I’ve never done this before,” she stammers, clearly tense from her own self-doubt.

“You’re doing amazing, baby, just follow my movements.”

It took a moment or two, but Shuri gradually let her guard down, slowly allowing herself to indulge in the intoxicating combination of your presence and the music. Once you notice her growing comfort in your embrace, you dangerously decide to escalate the intensity. You spun your body around, pressing your back into her chest and it initially caught her off guard, but she adjusted to the new dynamic. You gently pressed your ass into her crotch area, igniting a deep fire within Shuri that caused her face to grow warm. You smiled, because even though she wasn’t directly facing you, you could sense the heavy pound of her heart break out of her chest and fall onto your back.

“Just relax, Shuri,” you whispered and she obliged, resting her head into your shoulder and you couldn’t help but notice the dampness that began to form in between your legs. It was silly to you, how easily you became aroused with Shuri with just her presence alone. She bravely pecked a kiss into your neck and you figured that was your que.

“Wanna go upstairs?”

“Hmm?”

You turned around to face her, met with a body that screamed in fear but eyes that longed in desperation.

“You heard me, baby. Answer me.”

Her head sunk low as she gathered the courage to reply to you. Shuri wanted you desperately. She wanted to explore you, feel you, make you feel good and watch you as you gave into her touch. This, her mind was absolutely sure of so she did not let her mouth betray her. Not this time.

“Yeah.”

“Louder Shuri, I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, y/n. I wanna go upstairs.”

You smile. “Perfect.”

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“What’s on your mind, Shuri? Open yourself to me.”

Shuri’s hands trembled, her palms growing sweaty as she anxiously waited for you to make the first move. For a moment, the room seemed to close in on her, suffering her with a mix of anticipation and self-doubt but once you pressed your lips into hers, it was as if all fear had been lifted, basking in the way you carried the kiss. You wrapped your arms around her neck, your nose bumping her glasses and you giggled at the touch. Your lipgloss smears on her lips, and she savors the taste of you, lingering in the love you gave her now.

“You’re so beautiful Shuri,” you say, and you mean it with every fiber of your being. “Tell me you want this, that you crave this as much as I do. I want to know that you’re ok.”

“I want this,” she replies instantly, her fast response quickening the beat of your heart and the beat that began rising in between your thighs. “I want you so bad, y/n.”

Shuri scrunches your mini dress up to your hips, her eyes growing wide at the damp spot that formed on your panties. You opened your legs wide for her as she became more and more mesmerized with the way you soaked through the material.

“C-can I touch you? Please…?”

“My legs are open for you, baby. Do whatever the hell you want to me.”

She swallows, consuming a huge intake of oxygen as her fingers trace the contours of your body. With affectionate care, she caresses you, as if desiring to prolong this moment indefinitely. Once her hands find your pussy, she pulls off the fabric and swiftly discards it aside, all while her eyes become deeply fixated on your glistening center. Without delay, she glides her tattooed fingertips between your sticky folds, causing you to sharply inhale at the sensation. Your nerves quiver under her touch as she drags her fingers across your pounding clit. She takes the tips of her index and middle fingers and applies pressure to the sensitive bud, moving them in a circular motion that forces a moan to escape your throat.

“Do you like this?,” she asked and you grew confused because here you were, a moaning mess with her fingers covered in your slick and she was asking if you liked it.

“Yes, unh, yes Shuri…ooo fuck yes. Just like that baby, keep going. Unh.”

Her hands were skillful, pressing into your bundle of nerves that made your throb intensify, your gut beginning to clench as you felt your release approach. Shuri skillfully directed her fingers down to your entrance, pressing against your tight opening without fully submerging herself into you. She traced delicate circles around your entrance, watching the way you squirmed in desperation as your pussy grappled with her fingers, trying to draw her in. A crooked smile graced Shuri’s face as she witnessed how hungry your body grew for her, how needy your pussy became for fingers and the sight of you made her own pussy clench around nothing. Finally, she dipped her fingers into you, and your mouth fell open in awe as her skilled digits effortlessly found that precise spot inside you that yearned for her touch.

“Oh my god, Shuri, yes. YES. Right there.”

She thrusted into you, your pussy clenching her fingers frantically as your legs squeezed together in pleasure, but Shuri wasn’t having it. She wanted to see you, get lost in the sight of your longing and how much your pussy swallowed her fingers.

“Please y/n, keep your legs open. I want to see you.”

With a deliberate motion, she spread your legs apart once more, granting herself a perfect vantage point of what belonged to her. She observed you intently, studying the way your mouth dropped open, the way your eyes rolled back and refocused to meet her gaze, the way her name sounded falling off your pretty, sinful lips.

“You’re so pretty.”

And with that, she brought her fingers from her other hand into play, pressing them against your sensitive clit while her other hand remained immersed in your soaked pussy.

“Tell me what you’re feeling, y/n. I wanna know that I’m making you feel good.”

“Shuri…fuck. Oh my god…you make me…you make my pussy feel so fucking good.”

And this much was true. A feeling that left your entire body tingling, your chest heaving up and down as you struggled to keep up with your shattered breathing pattern.

“Mmm. H-how are you s-so…unh…fuck…so good at this? UNH.”

“I know my human anatomy very well.”

“Of course y-you do, baby. Of course you fucking do. Shit. FUCK. I’m gonna…fuck Shuri.”

“You’re close. I can feel it, y/n.” She was absolutely correct. “Can I taste you?”

Your head swings forward in surprise at her question, almost inclined to shake your head in disagreement as you were already overwhelmed with the way Shuri was fucking you like you meant nothing and everything all at once; but there was a desperate plea of innocence coated in Shuri’s eyes for how much she longed to place her mouth in between your thighs that made it so much more difficult to deny her request.

“Go ahead Shuri, taste me.”

With wide eyes and a shy grin, she positions your legs over her shoulders, eagerly indulging in the act of pleasuring you with the ways of her tongue and the way she devours you is nothing short of orgasmic bliss.

“Ah! Oh my fuck, Shuri. UNH.”

The Shuri who could calculate the most impossible calculations in a spliff or create the most inventive of things in days was sucking your drenched pussy as if you were her own experiment, her own assignment to complete until you were shivering in her grasp.

Her tongue was skillful, coated with your cream as she flicked and pressed into you. She brought her chin and nose into play, swiping through your slit and the sensation was euphoric, sending electric waves throughout your pussy that radiated throughout the rest of your body in thick motions.

“Oh fuck Shuri, fuck baby, keep doing that. You’re doing in-incredible. Mmm, yeah, Unh.”

You looked down at her, dark orbs never leaving your gaze as she basked in the sight of you. She wanted to keep you like this forever, and this proved evident through the way she placed her fingers back into your snug cunt.The overwhelming pleasure consumed you as her tongue caressed your clit and her fingers delved inside, expertly targeting your g-spot simultaneously. The sensation of her glasses brushing against your inner thighs heightened the experience, as she continued to ask for your reassurance.

“Please, y/n. Tell me how I’m doing. Do you feel good?,” she asked before proceeding to suck on your puffy clit.

“I’m so wet for you, Shuri. Don’t stop…I’m s-so close. Fuck .”

You placed your hand on the top of her head, grasping her soft curls as her fervent stimulation at your core became sloppier and heavier. Your pussy clenched her fingers, your clit fluttering against her taste buds and the double penetration propelled you swiftly towards your climax. With a few more dual pumps and licks, you were sent over the edge, completely vanquished from head to toe by the deep and slow pulsations that coursed through your pussy walls.

“Yeah! YEAH! AHH…yes Shuri, oh my…f-FUCK.”

Your cries in pleasure did not force Shuri to stop her movements both in and on you, continuing to fuck you as your cunt spasmed beneath her touch, your vision becoming nothing but a foggy haze.

“Shit Shuri, I’m cumming babe, I’m cumming!,” you struggled to say, trying to squirm out of her grasp.

“I know. I heard you. I just like seeing you like this,” she hums into your pussy.

She released her fingers from inside you as she stuck her tongue out fully, allowing you to ride your throbbing clit against her tongue. Your slick was audible against her, a loud sloshing sound that mixed in with your vile moans; a musical duo that made Shuri’s pussy clench in satisfaction.

“SHURI.”

As your mind and body struggled to descend from your blissful high, the shaking girl beneath you raised her body to meet your gaze once again. Her face bore the evidence of your intimate encounter as your cum glistened against her, staining the lenses of her glasses. You reached out your hand to caress her cheek in an attempt to soothe her nerves.

“W-what’s wrong baby? Why are you shaking?,” you managed to say through your own post-orgasmic state.

“Was…was that ok?”

You almost scoff at her unbelievable question.

“Baby…your head was between my trembling thighs and my pussy’s still beating …how are you even asking me this shit right now?”

She remains silent as her eyes scan your face, never quite connecting with yours as her face flushed with warmth. Your lips press against hers, savoring in your flavor, and she responds with a soft yet passionate moan.

“Let me take care of you, Shuri,” you say, beginning to unbuckle her pants but she holds your wrists, pausing you midway. With a deep inhale, she presses her forehead on yours, bringing your knuckles to her lips.

“Not tonight, y/n. I just wanted to make you feel good.” Her voice was low and husky, probably the clearest words she’s spoken today and it made your pussy pulse. She reaches down beside the bed, grabbing the flowers you were meant to take earlier. They weren’t as fresh as they first were, but the gesture made you want to cry.

“Fine…but don’t think I’m done with you,” you replied, retrieving the pink and yellow tulips. “I’ll see you tomorrow? 4:30? I need help with another assignment.”

“I’ll be there.”

After planting a final kiss on her swollen lips, you make your way to the bathroom to freshen up. It's important to you that there is no evidence of Shuri's touch remaining on your body when you return to face Amari. You know that she will undoubtedly be curious about your absence at this very moment, although deep down, you're aware that she doesn't genuinely care.

You make your way to the bathroom to restore yourself. With a touch of powder, you freshen your face and carefully apply a new layer of gloss to your lips. You took a moment to adjust your dress, which no longer hugs your body as it should, and ensure it falls perfectly. With a final adjustment to your hair, you gaze at the reflection before you, appreciating the image that stares back. You discard the flowers into the trash as it was the final evidence of your time with Shuri before heading downstairs to rejoin the party.

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The next day approaches, waking up in your dorm room with Amari beside you, both of you absolutely fucked out from the intense night you two shared after the party. You groaned in frustration, pulling your blanket over your head as your previous night came flooding back to memory. You looked at your clock that read 4:17pm and you cursed under your breath immediately.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

The realization dawns on you that you had completely lost track of time after the party. It was nearly 4 am when you finally made it back to your room, fucking with Amari for a good amount of time after before you had finally passed out from exhaustion. Shuri promised she’d be in for 4:30pm to help with your assignment and you were far from ready. You opened your messages to text her, hoping she’d be ok to reschedule for a later time.

*Hey does 7 work? I got caught up in some shit*

Three bubbles pop up on the screen almost immediately.

*Yeah, that works.*

*thank youuuuu*

*you’re welcome :).*

You started pushing at Amari to wake her up. “Babe, wake up. I got shit to do.”

“Hmmmm?,” she replies, still half asleep.

“I said get up. I need you to go.”

After a few minutes, she finally gets up, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Damn y/n, what’s the rush?”

“We overslept.”

“It’s a sunday babe, we can sleep however long we want.”

You sigh, pinching the top of your nose as you inhale deeply. “Look Amari, I just need you to go. I got shit to do.”

“What’s with the fucking attitude?”

Truthfully, you weren’t entirely sure where the sudden attitude was coming from but what you did know was you were beginning to grow deeply frustrated with how much Shuri was fogging your mind.

“I ain’t got no damn attitude but I will if you don’t get the fuck out of here.”

Amari scoffs. “The fuck is your damn problem? Don’t tell me this has anything to do with that girl.”

“Don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh. I ain’t stupid, I saw those flowers in the trash can yesterday. Those same damn pink and yellow flowers. Who were you with last night when you were gone?”

A tight feeling began to wrench in your gut, accompanied by a sense of embarrassment short after.

“You just opening your legs for anybody now??”

“Does that bother you??”

“Yes that fucking bothers me, y/n.”

“I don’t see what your damn problem is with that, we ain’t even together.”

“Here your fucking ass goes again with this stupid conversation.”

You theatrically express your annoyance, intending to make your way towards the bathroom, but Amari seizes your wrist, halting you from proceeding forward. She loomed over you as she rose to her feet, and a brief surge of fear gripped you as her anger became transparent. Her eyes grew in that sense of possession that flared up everytime she thought you had been with someone else.

“Just can’t keep your legs closed, huh?”

“What is it to you?? What am I to you?? Besides a pussy you can fuck whenever you want because you know I’m so fucking easy.”

She lets go of your wrist, taking her place back down on the edge of the bed.

“She ain’t ever gonna fulfill your needs, princess. You’re too much of a brat.”

“I’m only that way when people bring that shit side outta me! How many times have I made it clear that I wanted you?? And you lured me in just to keep me around at your damn convenience, I’m sick of being your plaything!”

“Well apparently you for everybody now, so I don’t know why you’re so upset.”

Your frustration grew exponentially the more words pooled out of Amari’s mouth, driving you to a point where you could no longer tolerate being around her. You made your way towards the door, opening it with a deep aggravation.

“Leave.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I said leave. I don’t wanna see you.”

She snickers under her breath, making her way towards the door. Before she exits, she pauses at the threshold, turning around to face you as she leans on the doorframe.

“I’ll be at my place when you're done being a bitch.”

You roll your eyes at her, nudging her body out of the door frame before slamming the door in her face. Amari’s laugh rings through the door causing a shiver down your spine.

“Ain’t no way some nerd gonna fuck that pussy better than I can, y/n!,” she yells through the door. You exhale in relief, grateful to finally be alone.

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As 7pm approaches, you prepare yourself, donning a stylish two-piece pajama set that accentuates your figure just right, revealing the perfect hint of cleavage without appearing overly eager. You gathered your curls to the top of your head in a pineapple hairstyle and lightly applied makeup to rejuvenate your complexion. When the doorbell chimed, excitement surged through you, though you tempered your emotions. You opened the door to Shuri wearing a modest smile. You welcomed her inside, noticing a hint of weariness and sadness in her eyes, but you chose to ignore it for the time being.

“Hey y/n,” she said, and you most definitely noticed her eyes trail to your chest for a split second.

“Oh my god, thank you so much Shuri for rescheduling, some shit happened earlier and I just couldn’t fucking make it, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok.”

The evening progressed with Shuri assisting you, fulfilling her usual role, yet an inevitable tension filled the room, causing your muscles to tense, a sensation you were able to contain. Shuri, on the other hand, struggled to maintain her composure, her voice quivering and her hands trembling with increase as the study session unfolded. Although she helped you as she normally would, her words were briefer than usual, and you couldn't help but detect a subtle undertone of attitude in her words. You allowed the tension to soak up a bit more, until you realized you had both reached your limit.

“Shuri, baby, what’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

Of course she was going to play dumb.

“Don’t give me that. Don’t act like you ain’t got a little attitude right now, you think I don’t notice? Shuri, you’re shaking.”

Shuri looked away, purposefully avoiding both you and your question, seemingly hoping that you would relent and let the matter go. But she should have been aware by now that you were persistent in getting what you want…almost always. Determined, you firmly clasped her jaw, gripping her chiseled face tightly, as if to convey that this should be the final instance of reminding her to maintain eye contact when speaking to you.

“Shuri, my eyes are here. How many fucking times do I got to force your eyes on me?”

She trembled within your grasp, your signal to loosen your grip on her.

“Now talk to me…what the fuck is your problem?”

You let go of her as she takes a sharp inhale. “I saw her…come out of your dorm earlier…what-why was she here?”

“Who? Amari? Yeah, and what about it?”

“I…why was she there? What even am I to you?”

You erupted into a bitter, cynical laughter, a sound that pierced through the air causing Shuri's entire being to tremble, while her heart sank in despair. The minute you left her side last night, she grew overwhelmed with an intoxicating love for you. Seeing, tasting, touching, smelling and hearing you in the most intimate of ways while you cried out her name made her fall deep. However, arriving at your dorm mere minutes before your scheduled meeting, only to witness Amari exiting your room, shattered her in ways she never thought imaginable.

“Shuri…Shuri be fucking for real,” you finally say, coming back down from your laughter. “What are you to me?? Real question is who do you think you are to me? Cuz you out here acting like we dating just cuz we fucked once, buying me flowers and shit. You need to chill.”

The room fell into an oppressive silence as your words pierced right through her; the sadness, the heartbreak, it was all etched on her face but she knew where you were speaking from. She recognized the source of your words, realizing that you, too, spoke from a place of wounded vulnerability, pouring from a fear of receiving the care and treatment you deserved for far too long now. This understanding resonated within her, for she understood all too well but the impact of your words hurt her, and she grew weary of your indecisive language.

“Where did you put the flowers, y/n?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.”

“After all I just said, you worried about some damn flowers?? I tossed them in the trash.”

Determined not to shed tears in your presence, Shuri started gathering her belongings, preparing to leave the room and undoubtedly escape from your hurtful presence. It was in that poignant moment that you finally recognized you had overstepped a boundary. As you observed Shuri, you saw yourself reflected in her, witnessing the vulnerability of her shattered heart so openly displayed, just as you had once felt when Amari had treated you similarly. This realization struck you deeply—this time, you were the one inflicting pain, resembling the role Amari had played in your own life.

“Wait…Shuri, please. I’m sorry.”

She didn’t dare turn around while she continued to slip on her shoes, determined to leave through the door and leave you behind forever. Despite your initial resistance, you couldn't help but allow your guard to crumble, impulsively rushing towards her and enveloping her in a tight embrace. The intensity of the hug was so overwhelming that it felt as though your ribs might just crack under the pressure.

“What are you doing, y/n?”

“Please don’t go. I’m just…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Shuri.” You loosened your grip, wrapping your arms around her neck as she looked down at you. “Just…please don’t leave. Please.”

In a fleeting moment, soft glances were exchanged, and Shuri's eyes involuntarily drifted down to your lips, though she attempted to make it not seem so.

“You wanna kiss me, baby?”

She nodded.

“Then do it.”

She paused for a moment before pressing her lips into yours. Both of you embraced each other with a deep intensity, as if you had both yearned for this moment with equal longing, and as if it was a moment you wished to hold onto indefinitely. She grabbed your thigh, wrapping it around her waist as she drove herself deeper into the kiss, pulling a moan out of you that drove her insane. She was wet, absolutely salivating over you and you needed her. All of her. You wanted to hear her, taste her in the most intimate of ways. She picked you up, gently placing you back onto your bed. You wrapped your legs around her, trapping her body into yours as you continued to consume one another through heated kisses.

“I…I have something for you,” she admitted.

“Yeah? And would that be?”

“I-I want to try something…with you…if you’re ok with it.”

“I’m down for anything, my love. Just tell me what you need.”

Shuri's body shuddered against you at the choice of your words, "my love." She was aware of the potential regrets that may come from surrendering herself to you wholeheartedly, uncertain of the person you would be tomorrow but the power of your words and the warmth of your embrace compelled her to cast aside her concerns and fully surrender to you, embracing this ephemeral moment where you belonged to one another.

“I made a…a…strap.”

You raised an eyebrow at her. “You made one? You did not...”

“I did though. I made it so I can feel you like it was my own, I’ll be able to feel you wrapped around me.”

Her words ignited a warmth within you, causing your heart and pussy to pound in unison, your body aching to feel her. In that moment, she became your genius, playing with fire as she brought her invention into the picture. With a gentle touch, you caressed her face and she relished in the lingering embrace between you both.

“My poor princess, I’ve corrupted you…haven’t I?”

Her face wore a smile that was impossible for her to suppress, ridding herself of her clothes while securing her strap around her waist. She gracefully leaped onto the bed, resting her back against the headboard and the sight of her made your already dampened folds even more so, adding to the throb that coursed between your thighs. Her dark skin was flawless, her breasts impeccably placed on her chest, and it was no secret that she had put a meticulous effort into the details of her strap as it was visually apparent.

“Take off your clothes y/n…please. I wanna see you.”

You obliged, removing yourself from your pajama set but keeping your undergarments on. You made your way towards her, wrapping your hand around her dick as you began to pump slowly and sensually causing her to breathe in sharply at the sudden contact. Your unwavering gaze penetrated deep into her soul, forcing a fragile moan to fall from her vulnerable lips.

“How many times a day do you think about me Shuri?,” you ask, your voice seeping in lust as you proceed to stroke her. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. “Don’t be shy…tell me.”

“A…a lot.”

“Mhmmm…and what are we doing when you think about me?”

It was obvious she was trying to hold back, fighting inevitable moans that fought to escape the depths of her throat yet this only fueled you to pump her harder.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you baby.”

“Mmm, unh…we…we’re naked.”

“Don’t be shy, tell me what we’re doing.”

A soft whimper escapes her lips as your strokes push through her, revealing her struggle to maintain composure and hold herself together.

“I’m fucking you…with my dick.” Those were the most provocative words that have ever escaped her lip, a captivating melody to your ears that compelled you to keep going.

“There you go, my dirty fucking girl…was that so hard?”

She shakes her head back and forth as she finally lets her guard down, softly moaning at the throbbing sensation that coursed through her strap, pushing it back into her clit. You slowly caress her dick downwards, until your hand is wrapped at the base of her, leaving room for you to pull the rest of her into your mouth. You graze her tip with your tongue, circling around her and her breathing quickens. You waste no time pulling her all the way in, sucking on her while your hand works the base of her.

“Y/n…unh.”

Her moans began to escalate beyond her inability to swallow them down. This is exactly how you wanted her; helpless, wiggling under your control as you worked her through it. You push your mouth down on her, choking as your throat closes in around her girth. You felt everything, every twitch and every throb grazed the inside of your mouth only pushing you to keep going. Drool poured out of your mouth as her size blocked your airways, gagging and choking sounds coming from your throat as you sucked her like you hate her.

“Shit y/n…ah…bast.”

In that moment, she disregarded any concern for the intensity of her actions and the assault she had on your throat, fully immersed in the experience without regard for the impact it had on you. Your wet strokes and pumps sent her over the edge, a rhythmic wave-like sensation surged through her dick reaching towards her tender tip. She grabbed your curls, gently guiding your head to reach further, causing you to immediately gag as her tip hit the back of your throat.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” she manages to say between her breathy moans, but you kept going with no intention to stop until she spilled into your mouth. She created its size with true intention, wanting to feel you wholly and fully as she spread you open. She loved the way you looked, the way your mouth was so full of her and how your mascara poured down your cheeks as you maneuvered between sucking and choking below her.

“I’m…y/n I’m so close. Please don’t stop…please. Mmmm, ah.”

“Cum for me baby, spill into my mouth.”

Immediately, Shuri’s moans pierce your ears, an erotic scream filling the air as her thick cum poured into the back of your throat. You swallowed every drop of her, licking her tip dry as she wailed in pleasure.

“Shit y/n…oh my…ah-ohmygod!”

Your tongue swirls around her tip a few moments longer, and even though the sensation was overwhelming her, she allowed you to proceed. She let out a whimper, teetering on the edge of tears due to the slight overstimulation, yet the mere sight of you provided the strength to push through it. You bring your face up to meet hers, immediately pushing your tongue into her mouth as she tastes herself.

“You taste delicious,” you hummed. “What else do you wanna do with this?,” you ask, proceeding to stroke her with your hands. She doesn’t answer, instead shaking her head left and right frantically, her tip becoming so swollen with the way you continue to caress her.

“I…I can’t.”

“Ssshhh, yes you can princess, you can. You’re ok. Just tell me what you want.”

“Unh.”

“I can’t give you what you want if you don’t use your words, baby.”

She bit her bottom lip, holding back a quaking moan that sat on the edge of her tongue, overwhelmed with your words as your hand remained around her, squeezing just enough to soothe and intensify all at once.

“Y-y/n…I..unh…”

You grabbed her throat, pressing firmly into her windpipe that caused her to gasp and you smiled. You couldn't help but feel a deep admiration for the delicate and vulnerable appearance she presented in front of you, surrendering herself entirely to your control.

“Quit all that whimpering Shuri, talk to me. I wanna hear you say it.”

“I w-want you to f-fuck me. Please, y-y/n,” she struggled to respond between her trembling and your hand firmly wrapped around her throat.

“That’s a good girl…my pretty fucking princess.”

You let go of her throat, causing her to cough and you smirked at the sight. You took off your undergarments, leaving you entirely naked and open for Shuri’s gaze. You leaned back, opening your legs for her display and she practically salivated over the sheen dew that glazed your dark folds, paving way to the fleshy color that hid underneath. She attempted to crawl towards you, eager to rub you with her tip but you closed your legs instantly, pressing her back into the headboard behind her. You take your bra, tying her wrists together and she did nothing but let you, because she knew there was nothing she could do to stop you. She did not want you to stop.

“Give me a safe word, Shuri.”

“What?”

“A safeword…come up with one.”

“Tulips.”

“What?”

“T-tulips.”

You chuckled, absolutely drawn into her. You kissed her once more, and she moaned into your mouth.

“You got me fucked up, you know that?”

She nods vigorously.

“Now listen to me baby, I’m not gonna stop fucking you until I hear the word ‘tulips.” If you say ‘stop’, I’m not gonna stop. Do you hear me?”

She nods again and it’s not enough for you. You retaliate by snaking her throat once more, applying a firm pressure into her windpipe.

“Use your words. I wanna hear you, make sure you fully understand what I’m saying.”

“You’re not gonna s-stop fu-fucking me until I say ‘tulips’.”

“Perfect.”

You sling her constricted arms around your neck, her wrists still tied together with your bra as you gently place your pussy on top of her strap, swallowing her whole and you both moaned in unison. Her dick stretched you in ways you had never been before, in ways Amari had never done to you, initially creating a slight burn inside you but the more you bounced, the more your pussy became accustomed to her size. With each movement, you ascended and descended, leaving Shuri in awe as her jaw dropped, overwhelmed by the feel of your tight squeeze.

“Y/n…oh my…fuck.”

“That’s it, my love. Keep doing that. Just….fuck…unh, just let it out for me. Give it all to me.”

Both of you felt each other immensely; you felt her massage your throbbing walls, her tip pressing into your g-spot repeatedly while Shuri whimpered at your clench. Your movements were filthy, deliberate; pressing harder onto her dick with your needy grip. The sight of Shuri before you, completely vulnerable to your movements, was a sight you could cum from alone. Her mouth was open, moaning in her utmost pleasure as she watched the way your breasts bounced with your obscene tempo.

“Y/n…AH…I’m so close. You feel so good. W-wanna fill you up. Fill you u-up so f-fucking bad. Shit.”

She lost her mind the more you squeezed her, her mouth running obscenities in ways it never would if her body were not feeling this abundance of pleasure. She rolls her head back, her eyes following but you grab her chin, forcing her eyes on you.

“Look at me while you’re all fucked up, baby.”

She’s always had trouble with eye contact.

“UNH…y/n! AH.”

“What does it feel like, Shuri? Tell me how my pussy makes you fucking feel…shit.”

“I can-can’t. I can’t!”

“Yes you can…fuck. Yes you can.”

“Mmm.”

Once again, you grab her throat, wrapping both hands around her as you proceed to ride her. Her eyes bulge open, coming back to meet yours without hesitation as she attempts to breathe under your tight grasp. She so desperately wants to clasp your wrists or forearms for support, but her cuffed wrists will not allow it.

“Nod if you’re ok,” you demand for reassurance. She nods.

“Now tell me how I make you feel, Shuri.”

“You make me feel so good, y/n. You make my dick feel so fucking good, ah! I think I’m gonna c-cum.”

“Hold it.”

“I…I can’t, y/n, please.”

“Yes you can…and you will. Now open your mouth nice and wide for me.”

She obliged, her mouth wide open while her tongue sticks out, coated in her saliva, a perfect node for you to stick two of your own fingers down her throat and that’s exactly what you do. Shuri gags, a guttural sound as her throat bobs and it turns you on immensely. You do it again. And again. And she’s crying, tears spilling down her cheeks as your fingers plunge into her throat.

“You’re so beautiful, Shuri,” you moan, sucking harshly on her throat.

“Are y-you…close?”

“Don’t worry about me, baby. Shit…ah. This isn’t about m-me. Focus on you.”

“I’m gonna cum, y/n.”

“I know my love, I know. Go ahead….f-fucking spill for me.”

Shuri let loose a resounding scream, originating deep within her core and erupting from her mouth. Her moans carried a profound weight, echoing with sheer ecstasy, as you absorbed her throbbing dick that grazed your g-spot, her warm cum pouring inside you. It should have served as a warning, a signal to cease the merciless pumps, yet you persisted. Your pussy continued to caress her through it, fucking her until her sight became nothing but a black night. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, delicately clinging to her beautiful lashes at the way your pussy overwhelmed her.

“Bast…Y/n…pl-please. St-stop. UNH.”

“You want me to stop?”

“Mhmm.”

“Then look me in the eyes and tell me to stop.”

Her eyes come back to face you, her lenses stained with her tears that refuse to cease and she says nothing. Sobs rip from her mouth, a second orgasm approaching before she can even climb down from her first one.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Shuri’s heart rate escalates beyond control, her chest tightening as the room around her becomes a blur. She’s panting, moaning as she’s taking it all in. An immense build up of pressure builds up in her dick once more, and she cum’s for the second time.

“Y/N.”

You don’t stop. The third time.

“Fuck! ANH!”

Fourth.

“STOP!”

“Stop?”

“Mhmmm.”

“No.”

You readjust yourself so your back is facing her, giving her the most perfect view of the way your cunt swallows her whole. You’re both so wet, so stained with cum as you proceed your brutal movements. Her hands that were at the back of your neck, are now at the front as she brings one to wrap around your throat for leverage. At this point, you had given up holding your composure of wanting to hold back how she felt inside you because she was heavenly and the more orgasms she had, the more swollen she became, filling you up more and more as her tip repeatedly hit that sensitive patch inside you.

“Fuck Shuri…just right there…r-ight fucking there, baby.”

“Y/n…”

“Mmmm. You’re such a good girl, Shuri. Cum again. Fill me up.”

“Y/N! UNH!”

“SHURI!”

You made no attempt to hide your orgasm this time, allowing yourself to be completely unraveled by her and the way she felt inside you. The blood coursed through your walls, causing you to expand and compress as you moaned through your pleasure. You placed your hand on top of Shuri’s hand, the one that gently compressed your windpipe and you pressed down, wanting her to squeeze harder.

“Choke me, baby. Choke me while I’m cumming for you. Please.”

She swallowed down a sob, but managed to perform the act. Shuri pressed firmly into your throat, forcing drool to pour out of your mouth as she choked you through your orgasm.

“Y-YES. AH!”

“I’m cumming again y/n, I’m cumming!”

Her grip on your throat increased as she suffered through her orgasm, unaware of how much she was restricting your oxygen intake but you were ok with that. As her hold on you is released, you come back around to face her, beginning to ride again in a tempo that shows how tired you truly were.

“S-stop…please.”

“Hmmm…?”

For a moment the room went silent, with nothing but the resounding sloshing of your bodies becoming one down below. She looked so ruined, so completely overtaken by you and your body and she was beautiful. Her eyes were so full of suffering yet so gentle as she took in her last view of the picture you created on top of her. You too were fucked out, mascara ruined and curls no longer as perfectly coiled as they once were but she reveled in the sight of you before she said it:

“T-tulips.”

You exhale. You sat on top of her, holding her as her strap remained inside you and you remained that way until your breathing patterns became somewhat normal. You hopped off slowly and the caress made her flinch.

“You are incredible, Shuri.”

As you release her bound wrists, she flinches at the slight pain. Faint indentations mark her skin where the tight material had pressed into it, and you tenderly plant affectionate kisses on those marks, filled with care and affection.

“You’re so beautiful,” you say, proceeding to kiss her wrists.

“Kiss me,” she begs. “I need you.”

She appeared so desperate, overwhelmingly craving your presence in that moment, and you couldn't help but discreetly roll your eyes and let out a soft chuckle. Not because Shuri's plea bothered you, but because you had come to a realization that you needed her just as deeply.

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You wake up to the embrace of unparalleled warmth, experiencing a level of comfort that had been absent from your life for some time. Shuri's tousled curls peek out from beneath the blanket as she lies beside you, her smell now sinking into its fabric. But that feeling was interrupted when you glanced at your phone and see numerous missed calls from Amari and you groaned in frustration as you pulled the blanket back over your head.

“Why is it you keep spending time with her if she makes you feel this way?,” Shuri asked, her voice startling you at first. She turned over to face you, both of you underneath your blanket.

“It’s none of your business, Shuri.”

For a moment, Shuri remained silent, a silence that became unsettling until she finally found her voice and spoke up for the first time.

“Last night you made me tell you what was bothering me, so now it’s your turn. Talk to me, y/n.”

“Uh huh…anyways.”

“Y/n.”

“What?”

“Can I tell you what I think?”

A genuine question, one that you know she’d most likely answer absolutely correctly and the thought bothered you, but you let her proceed anyway.

“Go ahead, Shuri. What will your brilliant mind conjure up this time?,” you say with an attitude causing Shuri to slightly giggle.

“I think you keep Amari around because…she makes you feel wanted just enough to make you stay. I think you’re a little broken, and it’s not your fault, because people keep hurting you. I think…I think you love deeply and passionately but you suppress that part of yourself because no one has ever made you feel the same, and so you dim your light in order to keep yourself from getting hurt again when in reality, all you want is to be loved the way you love.”

You felt a need to sob, to break down in front of her. You wouldn’t allow it, not yet anyway. You pulled yourself from underneath the blanket, and she did the same. She rests her back against your headboard and you straddle her, pulling her in for a kiss.

“And how did you figure all that out,” you say, allowing a feeble tear to escape your eye but you quickly wiped it away.

“I did really well in psychology.”

Her answer made you both laugh, a sound that made you desire her that much more.

“Of course you did, pretty girl…of course you did.”

“You know…you’re the first person to ever call me pretty. No one’s ever told me I was beautiful before.”

“What?? No way.” Your surprise was authentic, for while Shuri may not have been regarded as the epitome of coolness, she was undeniably one of the most breathtaking individuals you had ever encountered. Her visage possessed a divine quality, sculpted for the gods. Her curls sat perfectly on the top of her head, tumbling like a cascading waterfall upon her brow. Her lips were irresistible, difficult to pull away from, yet it was her eyes that captivated you the most. Deep and mysterious, almost concealed by her the frames that surrounded them, yet they always revealed a yearning that didn't go unnoticed by you.

You pull her in for a kiss once more, her lips leaving yours as she begins placing firm pecks into your neck. You grasp her curls, sulking in the way your body heated up at her touch.

“Can I taste you again? Please…”

“Damn…what’d I do to you?”

Shuri chuckles. “You’re so pretty y/n, literally the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

You feel a tear escape your duct once more and you do nothing to stop it.

“You have the most beautiful body, I love your stretch marks and your dimples on your back. And I love your rolls and your thick thighs, and I love how you’re unashamed to show them off. And this face…such a beautiful face.”

“Shuri…”

“And even though you’re mean, I kind of like that too. Because you’re a challenge…and I’m good at those.”

Her words flowed effortlessly, flawlessly woven together. It was a stark contrast to the hesitant, stuttering Shuri you had come to know. This version of Shuri standing before you had no trouble articulating her thoughts, stumbling over no obstacles. She exuded confidence in her desires, and her desire was directed solely at you. She nuzzled her face into the curve of your neck once more, sucking on the skin as she rendered you powerless. No one had ever made you feel this way, making love seem like a genuine and attainable possibility.

“Are you still gonna see Amari? Because I don’t want to have to compete for you…b-but I will if I have to because I want you.”

You remained silent for a moment as tears began shamelessly pooling out of your eyes as you grasp into her, holding her tightly as if it was your last time. A soft sob fell off your lips, pushing your face deeper into the nape of her neck. She smelt so good, a welcoming aroma that began to fog all your senses. Amari was no match for Shuri, there was never a moment you spent with her that made you feel as you’re feeling now with the woman before you at this very moment. Amari was one that only wanted you at her convenience, when you benefitted her, but Shuri…

“I want you, y/n…all the time and all to myself.”

“You don’t have to worry about her anymore, Shuri.”

You pull out your phone and block her immediately, your first sign to Shuri that she would have your full attention.

“Wow…look at you go,” she replies in a sarcastic tone.

“Oh, so you got jokes?”

“I’m actually really funny…you have yet to see that side of me.”

Vulnerability. Not your strongest suit, nor was it the easiest. But you wore it well. To Shuri, you looked beautiful, a testament to yourself that your heart was still as big and radiant as it once was, even after the numerous hurt you’ve endured that seemed to weather you down. And Shuri loved you, wanted to show you what it meant to feel as such, and for the first time in a long time, your shield of protection had been set aside as you allowed your tears to flow freely in expression of how much you absolutely loved her. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

Prompts used by @pocketsizedpanther were:

Using Shuri’s throat as leverage while reader rides her

Tying her down and overstimulating her

[thedeliverygod]

I need help, please.

Essentially back in 2021 when I filed for bankruptcy I used a feature my payroll for my company offers which is to “borrow” money from your following paycheck, I guess like a pay advance. I borrowed the full $500 amount in order to pay my court fees/lawyer fees so that I wouldn’t have to burden my dad.

I figured once my bankruptcy went through and I was no longer paying credit card bills every month, I could handle being short a paycheck a month or two while I bounced back. I tried my best, but life kept getting in the way. I had car problems come up, I had health problems come up. At my bankruptcy hearing in December they decided they wanted me to pay 2 more installments of the court fees early so that I wouldn’t have to go back a second time (I also had to hide my cell phone in the bush outside because they did not provide lockers and I had to worry about it getting stolen the whole time because I have no family/friends in the area to drive and drop me off but that’s another story).

Then my rent went up another $100 and inflation struck everything but especially groceries. I needed every drop of that $500 + the remainder of my paycheck in order to make sure everything got paid.

I won’t say I’ve been perfect and haven’t made unnecessary purchases. It’s a goddamn depressing world and I am trying to keep myself sane with little things.

I’ve sold a lot of “unnecessary” things in my life. Old video games and stuffed animals. Old movies. Old books. I tried to sell cosplays but I left them up on eBay for months with no bites.

I can go to the used book store maybe one or two more times with some things but I think that’s about all I can manage. I’m considering selling some of my Kingdom Hearts figure collection but I’d have to know I’d get a fair price of what they’re actually worth since a fair amount aren’t made anymore. But yeah, the bookstore offers me meager amounts for things so it I only helps so much. For instance I sold my ps3, some books, a Mai sakurajima figure and I think I got like $38 and a few dollars of store credit. Aka it helps but not much. I have an old diamond necklace from my ex boyfriend I’ve considered pawning but I don’t know if that would get me much either.

My mom just got home from a stint at the hospital; she’s relatively okay now but she was in the ICU for an infection, kidney damage and low blood pressure. The latter 2 were mainly from being dehydrated in combo with the infection so she’s mostly better in that regard at least enough to go home. She’s on disability and her husband is retired so they scrape by. My dad has been sick and not working for several months now with leg issues I don’t really know much about because he’s been very vague with me and won’t let me visit.

My parents can’t help me and I can’t help them. It’s been one of the most frustrating feelings on earth.

All in all it’s 4 am, almost 5 am and I’m asking for help because I don’t know what else to do. I’m ashamed of myself and I just am so lost.

Because of the rising costs of everything, I’ve often been over drafting now. I don’t know if I’ve just gotten lucky or what but my bank didn’t hit me with overdraft fees that is until today. I got several right at the same time I deposited money and I’m left with under $40.

I’m still getting my halved paycheck so rent is priority with that and then hopefully one or two bills. But I need groceries somewhere in there. There’s a prescription I need to pick up. I have an overdue medical bill that I’ve pushed aside already in lieu of utilities. And I just am so overwhelmed. Thankfully my cat is well stocked in all his food thanks to my best friend ordering him a Goliath sized bag of dry food and me buying wet food earlier than I needed to so there is that positive.

TLDR: If anyone can donate anything so I can get groceries I’d be so grateful. If I could somehow get to $500 to make it so I don’t have to borrow money for my next paycheck I’d be eternally grateful but I feel like that’s asking too much.

I don’t feel like my situation is bad enough for a gofundme but I do have a ko-fi which I’ll link at the bottom. I am 100% going to be job searching for better pay soon but I have a surgery this month and I need to not mess with my insurance just yet.

I’d gladly write drabbles etc if you would like as a thank you gift but I unfortunately don’t have much else to give. I wish I could draw so I could take commissions.

If you can’t afford to donate, I totally get it. But also if you could reblog and maybe it’ll find it’s way to someone who can? Thank you either way.

I’m sorry if I rambled on too much but my mind is racing. I just want to be able to get back on my feet so once I can help myself I can maybe help my family.

[mackeydoodledoo]

My Little Sunshine

Pairing: Sunshine (Ghoulette) x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You grew up with Sunshine. Basically knew her all your life. Not once you ever allowed to walk her down any road alone, even if it meant she had to walk ahead of you.

Warnings: Fluff and Romantic 100%!!!

Key: Italic = Thoughts, Bold/Italic = Flashback, [Words] = Singing

Theme: Call me Little Sunshine - Ghost

A/n: Although Sunshine is the newest Ghoulette and we barely know anything about her, I still love her.

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You knew she was a Ghoulette. Her powers manifested when you two were in secondary school. It didn’t change how you saw her. She was still your best friend and she was still the quirky Sunshine you love.

And she still was. Although you two had gone your own ways after high school, the both of you still keep each other in touch and were the first to tell each other of your endeavors. 

“So you’ll be coming to the show in [City] for the tour right?” Sunshine asks

“Yeah, got my ticket and everything,” You smile, “You must be excited.”

“You have no idea!” She exclaims, “You better be!”

“Trust me Sun, I am,” You reply, with a smile, “How are the rehearsals going?”

“We just finished but we’re heading out in a couple days,” She explains, “Hey, you want to grab a drink later tonight?”

“You have time?” You ask

“For you my dear? Always,” She says

“Hmm when you put it that way,” You smile through your phone, “Same place?”

“Only place that won’t consider out of the ordinary negative,” She says

“See you soon Sun,” You say, hanging up your phone 

+*+

“Enough about me and my successes,” Sunshine chuckles, “How about you helping Papa IV write his latest hit ‘Impera’?” 

“I assure you it was a lot of fun writing just as it was helping him create the instrumental,” You smile, sipping your cocktail

“Why aren’t you taking up performing like me?” She asks

“It’s not for me,” You say, “I’d rather create it for people to enjoy.”

“Valid,” She says, “Would you rather keep it an intimate performance? Like... At a cafe or something or just to your small circle of friends?”

“Sun, the only friend I have's you, everyone else I work with,” You chuckle

“Work friends?” She asks

“Nope,” You sigh, “We all just part ways and work on music all night long.” 

“Huh, well, that sucks...” Sunshine sighs

“No worries though, I’m the worst at keeping friendships,” You say, “Well, at least it’s just a lot to maintain so many...”

“You sure are a loner,” Sunshine teases you

“Well, that was what I was known for in high school wasn’t I Sun?” You chuckle

Unlike Sunshine, you were the high school’s loner. You always stuck around the performing arts hall whenever you had the chance. Sunshine always had to come find you when she wanted to hang out with you rather than the popular kids. 

“Y/n?!” Sunshine calls out for you

No réponse

“Y/n?!” She calls out again, “God where is she?”

You went to go check for the band director but they weren’t in their office. However, you hear a noise coming from the auditorium. You make your way onto the stage from the wings and stand on stage, trying to figure out where the noise came from. 

“Sun?” You call out to her

Her head shoots to the audience, but she was nowhere in sight.

“I’m up here...” You call out again

Her eyesight goes up to the catwalk: sure enough, you were there. You climb your way up to the catwalk.

“Though you wanted to hang with the popular choir kids?” You ask her 

Sunshine was an excellent singer. You considered yourself to be a singer, but doesn’t compare to Sunshine. 

“It was them who wanted to hang out with me,” Sunshine explains, situating herself next to you

“Hmmm...” You say

“You doing okay?” She asks

“I’m perfectly fine,” You say, “Just one of those days where pompous people want to steal my best friend...”

“Who’s trying to steal me?” Sunshine asks

“Those pompous choir kids...” You sigh, “I barely feel like your childhood best friend now since they took you into your friend group... I feel like becoming the stereotypical lone theatre kid...”

“You take music theory, doing all the songwriting,” Sunshine says

“Yeah. But apparently it’s not as cool as taking up choir or just singing in general,” You explain

“Is there a reason you care?” Sunshine asks, without trying to come off as a dick

“I don’t want to lose the one friend that I kept throughout these years,” You explain, “Especially the fact we’re seniors and we’ll be going off to god knows where...”

“Y/n, look at me,” Sunshine says

You turn your head to look at her.

“It’s going to take more than simple pompous choir kids to take me away from being your best friend,” She says

“Kinda sucks though, no one but me and the band director saw the music-writing talent in you,” Sunshine says, “All of those songs you wrote for me to sing in the talent show, all you. Never understood why you didn’t give yourself credit.”

“Meh, it was high school,” You sigh, “People there never see the potential in its students...”

“That’s true,” She sighs, “Hey about meeting prior to the concert, I can’t. Have a lot of stuff to prepare for on the day. But, I’m open for after-party stuff. Pretty sure the other Ghouls and Ghoulettes won’t mind you coming. they know who you are.”

“I thought so,” You say, finishing your drink, “But, I’ll be down for an after party with you guys.”

+*+

"Oh my god it’s Ghost’s co-songwriter!” a fan points you out

Oh yeah... the whole... I’m famous thing...

“OMG you did such an amazing job with Papa!” Another fan gives you your songwriting compliments

You thank them for the compliment and show the security your all access pass and they allow you past the doors. You arrive right at the end of a song during soundcheck.

“Y/n!” Sunshine yells through her microphone

You were across the arena GA floor, and Sunshine was able to spot you from all the way on the other side of the arena. However, when Sunshine was telling you about her enhanced abilities since manifesting her Ghoulette side, eyesight was one of them. 

“Let’s take a break everyone, be back in 5,” Papa tells everyone

Sunshine immediately beelines off stage to meet you halfway.

“Hey you,” You open your arms as soon as Sunshine was within distance 

She was like a child running to her mom after a day at school. But, nearly knocks you onto your ass as she jumps into your arms. 

“So you’re the notorious Y/n Y/l/n?” Dewdrop comes up to the both of you, “Sunshine really does have a knack for very talented people.”

“Please, I just write the songs with Papa and compose them,” You say

“Listetn, you can’t not just be picked to write and compose the music,” He says, “Clearly he sees something in you.”

“Well, I’m not alone in the composing process you know,” You smile

“Give yourself some credit Y/n,” Cirrus appears, “You should feel proud of yourself!”

“Trust me, I am one hundred percent proud of myself for this one,” You smile, “This is my first biggest album write I’ve ever done. But, happy I wasn’t alone in the process. It’s also a huge honor to finally meet you all.”

“Honor’s all ours,” She replies, “We’ve been wanting to meet you for awhile; the person who composed the music.”

“I composed majority of them, you ghouls and ghoulettes emphasize their sound when they’re performed live.”

“Will you be performing too?” She asks

“Me? Heavens no,” You say, “I’m here to see my masterpiece unfold before the fans and myself.”

“She doesn’t necessarily like the spotlight Cirrus,” Sunshine explains

“You two seem pretty cozy with one another!” Cumulus comes over

You notice how the remaining Ghouls were beginning to make your way to you.

“We’ve been best friends since ever Cumulus,” Sunshine smiles, leaning her head on your shoulder, her arms still wrapped around your hipline

“And she knows your facial features? Even as a ghoulette?” She asks

You nod.

“Never scared me one bit,” You say

+*+

“Y/n Y/l/n?” A security whispers in your ear

“That’s me,” You turn to them

“Papa Emeritus IV would like to speak with you,” He says, “Follow me please.”

So you do.

“Papa? You wanted to see me?” You enter his room

“Yes,” He says, “Tell me this... How would you feel about perming Call Me Little Sunshine?” 

“What?” You ask, “Why me?”

“You wrote it for starters,” Hey says, “And clearly it has the name of one of my newest Ghoulettes. Your childhood best friend rather.”

“She’s very important to me yes,” You say, “But, I don’t-”

“Did you specifically write it for her?” He asks

“... Yes,” You cave

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” He lifts the tension, “My Papa wrote Mary on a Cross for Seestor.”

“Yeah... so you’re saying I should perform this because I wrote it?” You ask him

“And that you are in love with one of my Ghoulettes,” He says

“I am not-” You try to come up with an excuse to say you aren’t in love with Sunshine

Papa gives you a look of, ‘I know you’re in love with them’.

“Okay okay,” You cave, “I’ll do it.”

“Get dressed and get out there.” He says

“With what outfit?” You ask him, “I showed up in this.”

“Does not matter get out there,” He says

“O-kay,” You say

You quickly follow behind him as the both of you exit onto the stage. You look over and see Sunshine. You couldn’t tell what her facial expression was. 

“Everyone I have special guest joining us tonight for this very song,” Papa explains

He gestures you, giving you a slight push for you to stand next to him.

“Take it away Y/n,” Papa says before handing the microphone over to you

You hear the familiar acoustic intro riff you composed. The slow buildup to the first few lyrics, was nerve-wrecking for you. You never performed in front of people, hell, a whole arena... With Sunshine behind you when it was always the other way around...

[Call out in the middle of the night] [For when else would you hear me?] [Fall out in the cold starlight] [I can save you if you do]

Sunshine couldn’t believe her eyes, her childhood best friend the one in front of her this time... She was impressed, happy for you even. But, processing the fact that you stated that you’d never perform was also hitting... So her thoughts and feelings 

[You will never walk alone] [You can always reach me] [You can always reach me] [You will never ever walk alone]

[Call me Little Sunshine] [Call me]

You jolt at Sunshine and Cumulus’ vocals as you hear them clear as day. It was honestly the most ethereal thing you’ve heard all week.

Why didn’t papa just record with his Ghouls and Ghoulettes?... They’re amazing...

[Call me Mephistopheles] [Call me] [When you feel all alone] [Just call me] [Little Sunshine]

Hearing the harmonies clear as day compared to the studio version you’re used to hearing, was a moment for you. Even though you couldn’t see the Ghouls and Ghoulettes behind you, especially Sunshine. 

I want to perform this to Sunshine... Papa couldn’t have waited until after the ritual?...

[Light up in the middle of the day] [For how else could you see me?] [Ease up to the hunter from the prey] [And transform indefinitely]

[You will never walk alone] [You can always reach me] [You will never ever walk alone]

[Call me Little Sunshine] [Call me] [Call me Mephistopheles] [Call me when you feel all alone] [Just call me Little Sunshine]

*Sunshine’s POV* As Dew, Aether, Mountain and Rain play the bridge, you see Y/n take the microphone off of the stand and turn towards the back of the stage. However, you had a feeling where she was walking to when she took a single step.

I’m going to talk to her after tonight...

You saw the goggles to your helmet fog up as you watch her  walk up the stairs to your little stage. 

[You will never walk alone]

You felt her take your hand into hers...

[You can always reach me] [You will never ever walk alone]

Mountain begins playing the big drum part during the bridge and the audience begins clapping along to his kick drum.

[You will never walk alone] [You can always reach me] [You will never ever walk alone]

*Y/n’s POV* You reluctantly let go of her hand as you quickly make your way back down to the main stage to finish out the song.

[You will never walk alone] [You can always reach me] [You will never ever walk alone] [Even when you're dead and gone] [You can always reach me] [All you gotta do is call me] [Call me]

[Call me] [Little Sunshine] [Call me, call me Mephistopheles] [Call me when you feel all alone] [Just call me Little Sunshine]

[Call me Little Sunshine] [Call me, call me Mephistopheles] [Call me when you feel all alone] [Just call me Little Sunshine]

The crowd erupts into cheers as the lights dim down. The panic settles back in and you quickly place the microphone back on its stand and run backstage. 

Ah shit I was so in the moment I forgot to realize that Sunshine didn’t know I loved loved her... 

+*+

You leave just after they ended Square Hammer. You head back to your hotel room for the night and you begin to unwind. 

“I thought you said you didn’t want to perform,” Sunshine’s voice comes into your room

“That was at Papa’s request,” You nearly jump out of your skin “I told him I wrote Call me Little Sunshine for you so...”

“You wrote that for me so why didn’t you just keep that one to yourself to perform to me that... Wasn’t so public...” She says

“Wait... Are you jealous that I didn’t perform this song only to you?” You ask, slowly turning to her

“Pfft, don’t be absurd, of course I’m not jealous,” She says

You knew she was clearly lying to you. You couldn’t help but smile as you walk towards her, taking her by the forearms and seat her down at the edge of your bed. 

*Sunshine’s POV* You watch her whip out her acoustic as she comes walking back over. She kneels in front of you, using the bent knee as a stand for the acoustic. You watch as she basically sings the entire song again, but less rock, more acoustic and just the two of you.

[Call me] [When you feel all alone] [Just call me] [My Little Sunshine]

Wait... That last line... That wasn’t in the lyrics earlier tonight...

*Y/n’s POV* You prop the acoustic against the TV stand and turn your attention back to Sunshine.

“Y/n- How long?...” She asks

“Senior year of high school,” You answer, “But... I couldn’t find a way to say anything sooner because of the amount of popularity you gained... I didn’t want any of the popular kids to judge you.”

“Why did you care about their view so much?” She asks, cupping your face with her cool hands

“Come on, The high school’s star vocalist and the high schools big loner theatre kid?” You ask, “No chances...”

“Well, chances are big now that were both out of that dreadful high school,” She leans in close, “Because I felt the same way too. You were my little sunshine.”

[luulapants]

On Hardship

Let’s start with a thought exercise: how would you describe the difference between discomfort and pain? Where is the line?

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I took a call with a family fleeing Florida because anti-trans laws and increasing local hostility meant they were no longer safe. We were struggling to find a short-term living arrangement they could afford.

“What if someone in our church fostered your cat for a couple months?” I suggested. “Just until you find somewhere permanent.”

“No,” they said immediately. “No, we can’t do that.”

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I knew a yoga instructor who used the mantra, “Be comfortable with being uncomfortable,” while advising students to stop if they felt pain. “The body knows if something is wrong,” she said. “An injury, that’s pain. But you can’t make progress if you’re 100% comfortable.” Her issue was that many people aren’t attuned enough with their bodies to tell the difference.

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We got an SOS from a reverend in Florida, getting multiple calls a day from trans folks trying to get out. “I can’t keep up,” she said, “It’s a full time job.”

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My friend worked for several years with refugee populations in South Asia, Eastern Europe, East Africa, and the Middle East. Many refugees came from comfortable, even affluent lives. They held advanced degrees, worked good jobs, lived in nice homes. There are struggles to adjust, but once someone enters a refugee program, my friend describes a sort of resignation to hardship: not that it will be forever, but accepting they’ll be uncomfortable for a while.

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“We have housing for trans people struggling with homelessness,” a local resource center told me. “We don’t have anything that the folks you’re working with would be satisfied with.”

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I grew up in my dad’s wilderness survival school. You could drop me in any forest in North America with nothing but a knife and seasonal clothes, and I’d probably be able to survive indefinitely. That’s how I was trained. During shelter building classes, students would ask, “Won’t there be insects in it?”

“Yes,” the instructor would agree. “Almost certainly.”

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“I’m over-stressed,” I told my therapist last week. “I finish my real full-time job, then I’m on the phone trying to find money to break a trans person’s lease.”

My stress-induced parasomnia is back. My house is a mess. I’ve had some infected wound or another for three weeks straight. I expected my therapist to tell me I need to step back, as she usually would when I’ve taken on too much, to tell me I need to prioritize my mental health and prevent burnout.

“If I don’t do this,” I told her, “I don’t think anyone else is going to. I have to.”

To my great surprise, she said, “You’re right. You do.”

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Consider a boomer litany against snowflake millennials: “This generation could never storm the beaches of Normandy!” Ignoring that both of our generations were conned into horrendous wars. Everyone my age knows at least one guy from their hometown that went bugnuts in Afghanistan. Americans know how to go to war. It’s within our national image, something people choose to do.

But, I contend, we don’t know how to be refugees, a status of circumstance. It isn’t participation-trophy-induced entitlement. We were trained not to think of ourselves that way. “The Refugee” is an othered, foreign entity: dirty-faced, usually nonwhite, speaking a foreign tongue. Refugee-ism is something that America does to others, not something we can be. There is comfort guaranteed in American identity. Our military recruits must be indoctrinated out of the expectation of comfort because the rest of us are indoctrinated into it.

I don’t know how to feel about the family that won’t let their cat be fostered. I don’t blame them. I certainly wouldn’t tell them off for not being willing to have their comfort taken by bigots. But they scare the shit out of me. The resignation my friend described in refugees, I haven’t seen it yet. These folks know they’re fleeing, but I don’t think they know they’re refugees. The few volunteers on my team, I don’t think they get it yet either, that this warrants hardship.

Eventually, I think, the realization will come. When? When arrests begin? Deaths? We’ll know when we have refugees saying, “Give me a room, a basement, anything,” when we have volunteers saying, “I can do a midnight pickup then go to work the next day - it’ll suck, but it has to happen.” I don’t want these things to happen. We don’t deserve the hardship, but being willing to endure it is not the same as saying it’s okay. We have to learn the line between discomfort and pain, hardship and death.

[trinoxtrinox]

A party to be remembered through the ages (Part 6)

Ectoberhaunt 2022, Side Chaos. Prompt: Costume Party

Summary: Danny, Dora, Pandora and Frostbite arrive to the party. History is learned and shenannigans ensue.

Author's note: I've finally finished this part XD I swear this one was becoming longer and longer the more I worked in it and it seemed like it never ended XD Now I only have to work on the Epilogue with the aftermath of the party and I can finally call this "One Shot" over XD

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“Oh yeah, before I forget. Who are you dressed up as Pandora?” Danny had already parked the Specter Speeder, and after opening the door of it and locking it down once everyone got out, he was now floating in the direction of Johnny and Kitty’s door.

“My costume is that of Kagu-Tsuchi, the creator of the Ring of Rage and Crown of Fire, and also a dear friend of mine whom I haven’t seen in a long while.” The Ancient of Hope answered, sight turning upwards as she reminisced of the past.

“Really? I would’ve thought that you’d be able to see him whenever you wanted.” Frostbite inquired, standing beside her and tilting his head slightly.

“True, but he wanted to remain hiding from the rest of the realms, and I shall respect his wish.”

“How come?” Danny asked this time, floating towards her friend’s face while turning upside down.

“Well, Kagu-Tsuchi was last seen during Pariah Dark’s coronation, so I can only think that he went into hiding after that and has yet to return.”

“Thanks for the info, but I meant, how could you’ve found him if you wanted?”

“Oh, oh! I know the answer to that! Can I answer that one!?” Dora’s eyes were shining so much that they might as well be flashlights in their own rights, and the small hopping in place she was doing was another thing pointing to her excitement at being able to talk what she knew about the Ancient present before her.

“Be my guest.” Pandora’s smile was visible, and she extended two of her arms in the direction of Phantom so she could take central stage.

“As the Ancient of Hope, one of Lady Pandora’s many powers is the ability to make all of her hopes a reality. I suppose there are some limits to that, but there is no widespread information about that.”

“You’re right on that, I have my limits as well, however I won’t be revealing them. I like having an edge over my enemies after all.”

“Well, I think that’s enough for now, we came here for a party, have we not?” Frostbite reeled the conversation back a bit, now standing before the group with the door to the lair at his back.

“Yeah, we did. I’ll knock the door now, please try not to start fights in there that I’ll have to break down, alright?” Danny asked his friends as we positioned himself in front of Johnny and Kitty’s door, head turned so he could look at everyone who was behind him. Nods were the answer he got from every single one of them. “Great, now let’s have some fun!”

Danny knocked on the door to the pair’s Lair, and after a few seconds it was opened by Shadow, who at the moment was dressed up with a sword on his hip and a helmet on his head, it might’ve been the most simplistic one but the figure of Fright Knight was still recognizable.

“Heya Shadow, I brought my friends over, I suppose the party started already.” The halfa remarked while listening to the music that was blasting through the lair, Embe’s voice easily recognizable with her vocals. Shadow meanwhile simply let everyone inside and closed the door behind them.

The Lair was the interior of a bar, a big one considering that Pandora was able to remain her full size with enough room for her to float around comfortably should she wish to do so, with more than enough space for all of the ghosts present to be able to walk or float around without colliding into anyone, and considering that there were at least about 100 ghosts present, that was a lot. The bar extended through the entirety of a wall, drinks stacked on a shelf with a mirror placed above them, stools on the other side of the bar for any ghost interested in getting a drink by any of the shades from the lair. At the center of the room there was a stage where Ember was currently playing one of her songs dressed up with a pink tunic and a baby blue one folded around her hip, sandals instead of her classic boots and a hairdo with a double braid that went around the edge of the hairline, with the rest of her fiery hair at low intensity, giving the impression of her hair being a small bonfire.

“Oh, it’s been so long since I’ve seen anything related to Sapho at all, I almost forgot about her.” Pandora mentioned while looking straight to Ember McLain, who was in the middle of a solo with her guitar.

“Sapho?” Danny asked, looking back to her figure as he floated upwards so he could be eye to eye with her.

“Yes, Sapho was a songstress and poet famous across the realms for all of her verses revolving around love, a love so intense she felt all the time that it was theorized that her obsession was love itself.”

“Ok, but how is she a historical figure?”

“That’s easy young Phantom, Sapho was Pariah Dark’s songstress, and one great enough to calm him during his many anger induced temper tantrums. Normally she would sing about her own love, and I remember hearing a Lyric of hers as well, but to Pariah she sang and spoke about her perception of his love for conquest and power.”

“Huh, I didn’t know there was someone who could calm down that old fart. What happened to her?”

“She faded. No one knows for certain how she managed to do it, but she somehow fulfilled her obsession and lost her tether to the Infinite Realms, moving on of her own volition.”

“I’m happy for her then,” Danny looked at Ember once more, eyeing her full costume with a more detailed glance, “she was able to leave on her own terms, and even if she had a calming effect on Pariah, it shouldn’t’ve been her responsibility in the first place.”

“Yes, and that’s the biggest reason why Sapho is considered a historical figure through the Infinite Realms.” Pandora put one of her many hands to her chin, “say, do you think she’d be willing to have a ballad at my Lair sometime soon?”

“I don’t see why not, though you’ll have to ask her yourself to be sure.”

“Got it, thanks for your help little one, I’ll go talk to her now.” And with that Pandora left Danny’s side, floating towards the front of the stage, waiting for the flame haired rocker ghost to finish her song so she could talk to her. Danny meanwhile turned around and looked out for his other friends, who left his side while he was talking with Pandora and were now missing.

Flying around, Danny began searching for his other friends so that he could at least know the general area where they would be in, Pandora he could trust fully since she’s part of a queendom that’s connected to the rest of the Infinite Realms and is strong enough to protect herself should something happen, however Dora lacks the strength to do so (hence why her royal guards asked Danny to keep an eye on her) and Frostbite, being from the Far Frozen, was secluded enough from the rest of the Realms that he most likely has no basis for how any social interaction should look like.

“Oh, I wasn’t aware the Great One had so many sparring partners,” Frostbite’s voice could be heard coming from near a window close to the bar, in front of him was Skulker and Technus, the first one being covered from head to toe with light tan to pink color, a mask covering the lower part of his face (or the mech’s faceplate at least.) and a bow in hand [Fuma Kotaro]. Technus meanwhile was dressed up as himself, only it was his first form, wearing a lab coat and with a haircut that resembled a pointed afro if the hair was also thinner and with a pointy end towards the top.

“I wouldn’t call myself a sparring partner of the whelp.” Skulker retaliated to the insinuation with a bit of scorn in his voice, leaning over the wall he was placed next to. Technus meanwhile started to laugh at that, it was a good naturedly one, but still, Frostbite was left uncomfortable if his side-eyeing was something to be interpreted that way, sight switching between the mecha ghost and the technological inclined one.

“Hey there Frostbite,” Danny came in in a clutch, ready to save this almost certain future trainwreck of a social interaction, “everything fine here?”

“Yes Great One, I was talking to these 2 and I interpreted your relationship with them as some sort of rivalry based on sparring sessions, was I wrong in assuming that?”

“Haaaaa… That was a good laugh my furry friend, but no-” Technus cleaned a tear that was rolling down his check from the laugh as he said that, a squeak of Danny upon hearing his friend being called a furry largely ignored by everyone present, “-we aren’t sparring partner, for I, Technus, Master of all things electrical and technological! Am not a sparring partner of the ghost child, he is but the biggest obstacle of my objectives in the human world.”

“I only care about getting the pelt of the whelp hanging on the wall of my lair once I manage to get my hands on him.”

“I consider them all more of frenemies than anything else to be honest.”

“Wait, we’re frenemies?”

“I thought that was obvious.”

“Whelp, I literally go out of my way to hunt you down.”

“Yeah, and we banter all the time, I thought it was a game by now?”

“Ghost child, am I a friend of yours?”

“Frenemie, not friend, don’t mix them up.”

“How does that make our fights suddenly a game!? I’m literally wanting to peel you alive!?”

“Ok, first off, Ew! And second, I treat most fights like a game nowadays rather than something serious.”

“Does that mean that I can gain free access to the human realm now?”

“If you stop wanting to conquer the world all the time then sure.”

“Awesome, I’ll make sure to keep all my ploys for world dominance for the weekends then.”

“How could you treat our fights more than a game than something serious?”

“Sorry Skulker, but I don’t want our playtime to be over so soon, so I have to dial down on the intensity when fighting you”

“You seem to have quite an active and interesting group of ‘frenemies’ Great One.” Frostbite stepped into the center of the trio of ghosts lifting his hands to all of them to calm them down a little. “Would any of you mind doing a small spar session with me? I must admit that I’ve neglected a bit of my training with adding variety to the opponents I face for a long while.”

“Oh! I, Technus, master of all things electrical and technological, shall accept your challenge!”

“I’ll stay back for a bit, I need to process what I just learned.”

“Sorry for the worldview shift Skulky, I’ll stay with you for a while so you don’t get lost in your thoughts.”

“Very well, let us find a proper place for a duel and then we shall begin this glorious battle.” With that, the leader of the Far Frozen flew away with Technus in tow, looking for Johnny so he could give them directions towards the place their spar would take place, leaving Danny and Skulker floating alone together in an awkward silence.

“Sooo, who did you end up dressed as?” Danny tried to break the metaphorical ice.

“Fuma Kotaro.” Skulker answered automatically, sight still far away to the distance. “A ninja when human and the best hunter that the Ghost Zone has ever seen.”

“Wait, I thought you were the best hunter of the Zone.”

“The best current hunter of the Zone, Kotaro faded a long time ago, but his legends still survive to this day. His biggest accomplishment was getting inside Pariah’s Keep and stealing some stuff of his.”

“Doesn’t that mean that he wasn’t a hunter?”

“Don’t insult him in front of me Whelp,” Skulker instantly casted his pondering and worldview shift aside in favor of defending the already gone ghost, “Fuma Kotaro didn’t only hunt ghosts and some living beings, he also hunted information and objects as well.”

“Geez, chill out dude, I was just asking.” Hands on the air, Danny replied to that confrontational defense hoping to deescalate the situation. “I had no idea who that dude was, take a chill pill dude.”

“You know what? That’s a good idea.” Skulker left the wall and began walking towards the bar, “I'll just drown my shattering worldview in some drinks until tomorrow where I'll be more relaxed and’ll properly process everything.”

“Woah woah woah, please don't do that, I don’t want you making something you’ll regret later when inebriated.” The halfa put himself between the hunter and the bar instantly, not wanting to see anyone become as drunk as Skulker is implying to want to be.

“Move aside Whelp, I know how to control myself, this isn’t my first time drinking.”

“Can you promise me that you won’t drink yourself into blacking out nor forgetting what happened today?”

“There’s no need for that, if I forget what happened today I won’t be able to prepare for our future encounters. I want ecto-alcohol to help me process everything, not forget everything.” A scoff escaped his metallic lips as he once again began floating towards the bar, this time unobstructed by Danny. “I’ll see you next time I hunt you Whelp, I don’t think I can take any other revelation of yours before then.”

Danny observed as the mecha moved further away and finally reached the bar, looked how he left his own mecha and let his small self reside on the palm of his extended hand that resided supported by the wooden surface, lifted his own minuscule hand and asked a copy of Shadow for a small drink.

“He didn’t get to hear about the Ancients at all.” He muttered as he watched him grabbing the thimble like glass and downed it in 3 gulps before asking for another one. Shrugging, the boy floated away and continued exploring the place, hoping to find the last friend of his, Dora, before she found herself in a shenanigan he would have to help her get out of.

“Kid, kid!” Johnny 13 came rushing towards Danny’s side, waving his hands in front of him while doing so, “so glad you could make it, you can join the fun now!”

“What do you want, Johnny?” He asked crossing his arms

“Nothing! Can’t we have some fun with the games over there?” He asked while pointing to one of the corners where some ghosts were crowding around a TV and some ghosts with apparently some white controllers that could not be discerned from their current position

“Aha, and what’s the game?”

“Just dance 2020, we got it a few days ago and chose today to let anyone else know.” A smile spread across his face while saying so.

“And the catch?”

“Ugh, fine. Kitty and another girl are sweeping all the competition, and even though I love my girl, I want to play WITH her, not AGAINST her.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll play with you once I find my friend so I can at least know she’s safe.”

“Don’t be a spoilsport kid, just dance one song with me and then you can go your merry way round to check on your friend.”

“*sigh* How long do the songs last?”

“Awesome, let’s go now before the girls pick someone else to embarrass with their moves.” Johnny grabbed Danny’s hand, not answering his question as he dragged him along for the ride.

“Johnny, you haven’t answered my question. Johnny!”

“They’re short, now don’t be a coward and challenge the girls with me Kid.”

“Fine fine, let’s just get this over with.” He grumbled as they both now began parting the crowd so that they could challenge the current champions of Just Dance, a few complains and good luck exchanged as they weaved between the crowd and pushed some ghosts around to advance properly, until finally they managed to reach the empty space where both girl were waiting for the next challengers, and the first thing that came out of his mouth was- “DORA!?”

“Oh, Sir Phantom, you have to play this game with us, it’s such an enjoyable experience.” Dora went over to him and began dragging him into the empty space, giving Danny a controller immediately for him to begin playing alongside her and Kitty, who was standing beside her chewing on some ecto-bubblegum.

“We still need a fourth player though,” Kitty said as she bopped a bubblegum balloon, “Hey Danny.”

“Hi there Kitty, and well, Johnny should be here any second, he’s the one who dragged me here.”

“Coming, coming,” Johnny’s voice could be heard as he tripped onto the ground upon exiting the mass of ghosts surrounding them all, “ouch, those guys are brutal. The moment you were whisked away they piled up over everyone to see what was the fuss with you and the new girl.”

“Ouch, it seems your costume managed to survive at least.” Danny winced a little as he began taking note of his costume finally, looking him up and down as he analyzed the clothes he was wearing. Johnny’s costume consisted of a black armor, green belts all over himself, a black cape with a red interior hanging from his shoulders that was tattered thanks to the scuffle getting through the crowd, a red hijab and a green wig of long and fluffy hair that reached the middle of his back.

“Yeah, it better be, I cashed in a favor to grab a real armor after all.” he replied as he stood up and began dusting himself off, accommodating some of the belts that got themselves out of place and putting the hijab back in order.

“Here Johnny, let me help you.” Kitty moved over and helped her boyfriend with the last details of his costume, including a little ectoblast job on the rips to essentially cauterize the rips back together. Her costume consisted of a red battle skirt accompanied by a blouse of granate color, some dark green armor covering her and boots of the same color. She kept her braidlocs intact, however a theme could still be seen between the pair of ghosts that shared a lair.

“So, who are the two of you supposed to be dressed up as?” Danny asked incredulously, or maybe not so since some ghosts began muttering between themselves in the crowd, also curious to the answer that would be given soon.

“Well kid, we’re dressed up as Pariah Dark-”

“-And his wife Altigita Tago.”

“Huh, didn’t know that old fart had a wife, that’s surprising.”

“Damn, why don’t you drag him down the mud too?”

“What!? His personality was garbage anyways and it’s not like he’s the prettiest ghost out there to begin with.” Danny defended himself with crossed arms.

“Will you play or what!?” A random ghost from the crowd shouted, startling 3 of the ghosts present in the clear space for dancing.

“We’ll start in a moment, I have already selected a song for us all to play, and am now awaiting everyone to get into position to begin our dance session.” Dora answered the call from the crowd, surprising the distracted trio that were still talking about Pariah until a few seconds ago.

“Well, guess this’ll be a girls versus boys battle.” Kitty let a smile take over her face as she got herself in position and took the control back.

“We can’t lose here Kid.”

“We won’t, don’t worry. Dora makes me have some dance lessons whenever I go to the Dragon Queendom, there’s no way I can be that far behind.”

“Huh, didn’t expect that.” Johnny gave Danny a controller while keeping another one for himself.

“Guess today’s full of surprises. Now let’s see how we do against the ladies.”

“You said so Kid, let’s win this dance off.” And with a smile thrown by everyone, Believer by Imagine Dragons began playing on the screen. Danny and Kitty ended up dancing as the models from the left, while Johnny and Dora danced to the rhythm of the right model, all four of them following the song to the best of their abilities, and even though they all had experience in dancing, the differences between them all began showing off. Dora was able to follow the moves she could recognize perfectly, however there were some she couldn’t recognize, and that costed her some points; Johnny and Kitty could recognize all the moves on virtue of the pair owning the game, but the precision of their own moves left a bit to be desired in their wishes to have a perfect dance, and Danny, being the only one familiar with the games as well as having assisted to the classes Dora forced on him, was the one with the most advantage of the ghosts present, even if he rarely ever got perfect moves.

By the end of the song all of the ghost crowd was cheering and clapping and hollering and doing the equivalent-thereof with their own appendages. The wait for the final score was tense, however once they were revealed, 1 ghost ended up lamenting, another one resigned, and the last 2 high fived each other.

“Woohoo!” “Yeah! We did it!” Danny and Johnny celebrated, witnessing how the scores were pretty close all things considered, with the sum of each pair only differing by a few hundred points.

“Congratulations on your victory Sir Phantom.”

“Yeah, that wasn’t half bad Johnny.”

“Thanks Kitty, say, do you want to grab a drink and then have another dance, just the two of us this time?”

“Sure thing, this is leaving me a bit tired anyways, I gotta get a break.”

“Well, while the hosts leave for a drink, do you want to dance another song, Dora?”

“Yes, I do. Thank you kindly for inviting me to a dance.” The queen bowed slightly and turned to the screen, waiting for the halfa to pick a song to dance to.

“Well then, I think I’ll pick… Wait a sec, is that a Stop Motion song?” Danny said as he noticed a certain song's initial screen having a model that looks nothing like the normal ones Just Dance has, with it being a panda bear wearing a yellow raincoat and boots, and it actually clearly being a real thing instead of something animated in a computer. “Ok, I have to see how this song is danced, I can’t imagine how they made it work with Stop Motion.” And with the simple click of a button, Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra began playing, easing in everyone watching into how the stop motion would work for the game pretty easily with an introductory scene.

A few more minutes passed as they played the song, and eventually it came to an end, both players' hands extended to the sides as a final nod was given to the screen and a cheer was heard from the small crowd once again. Danny put the controller down, and Dora copied him, herself rubbing her forehead a little with her palm as if cleaning out any sweat she could’ve had had she been alive.

“That was very fun, but now I wanna check on everyone else, will you be good being alone for a few minutes? I promise to come back soon.”

“Sure thing Sir Phantom, please make sure to enjoy your stay at the ball as well as I do.”

“I’ll have it no other way, be back in a bit Dora.” And with that Danny parted ways, looking for the place where Pandora and Technus were having their spar, yet not finding the place where that was taking place at. Eventually he sighed and resigned himself to not being able to watch them brawl at each other.

“Guess I’ll look out for Pandora now.” Resigned, Phantom went to look for the tallest ghost that was present in the party, however that search got interrupted when one of the walls of the lair got destroyed once Frostbite came crashing down through it, ice arm in front of him and only a little singed, clearly having been used to block an attack from whoever he was fighting against.

“This is the most fun I’ve had in a fight in years! Show me what else you got!” screamed the yeti as he stood back up and conjured a spear out of ecto-ice, pointing it towards a robot created by various appliances full of green lines and black accents, where one screen showed Technus’ face.

“I, Technus, shall show you what else I can do in this new and improved mechanical body of mine!” he shouted as he pointed a muzzle located on the back of his hand towards the Ancient of Medicine and Care, before a small lighter was lit on in front of it, and what could only be described as a mini flamethrower of ridiculous proportions took action, bathing Frostbite in the green flames, as well as part of the interior of Johnny and Kitty’s lair, and the clothes of some of the ghosts present, ruining their costumes.

“Hey!” “Watch where you’re pointing that!” “Why did you bring the fight inside!?” “Do you have any idea how long it took me to make this costume!?” “Technus, I don’t care that we’re dependent on you for technology, but the moment you add a single singe to my costume I’ll END YOU!” And many more complaints were heard as the fight between the ghosts waged on and the pair ignored everyone around them.

“Oh my, that is a lively fight, isn’t it?” Pandora stood next to Danny as she watched the fight continue, witnessing how Frostbite was now creating a snowstorm inside the lair in order to turn off the fires that were being spread around, as well as the ones coming from the weapon the other ghost managed to integrate into himself.

“I need to stop this.” Danny said to the air as the fight began to move towards the bar itself, what with Frostbite giving a lateral swipe with his spear against Technus, cutting one of his basically mecha arms off and pushing the rest of his body towards it, crashing into the stools that were there and hitting his head against the border of the table, momentarily disorienting him.

“There’s no need for you to do that Young Phantom. Frostbite knows how to measure his punches and maintain control of the battlefield.” Technus stood up, turning the screen to see the arm that wasn’t there anymore, and then returning his sights to his opponent.

“Yeah, that doesn’t mean that things won’t be getting worse still.” Danny and Pandora tilted their heads to the side, a reflected blast of Technus passing between their heads as Frostbite shouted an apology to his friends as he let the small ecto-ice shield dissolve into the air.

“Who destroyed the boxes of the fearsome Box Ghost!? Beware!” Danny snapped his face to the side to look directly to the Ancient of Hope.

“Pandora no.”

“Pandora, yes!” A spiteful smile spread through her face as the corners of her mouth reached further and further into her face, slowly actually reaching her eyes. Just before they managed to touch each other, she turned around and began frowning on her own accord. “Box Ghost! Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you!”

“Gah! Beware… my escape!” “Get back here so I can enact some spiteful punishment right this instant!”

“Deep breaths Danny, just like Jazz taught you, deep breaths.” he began inhaling and exhaling rhythmically in a 4-7-8 seconds beat, 4 to inhale, 7 to hold and 8 to exhale, calming himself down a little as blasts, screams and clouds of smoke that were rising all around him, with some ghosts cheering for the battles and others running away from the fights inside an enclosed space.

“You ruined my dress. How dare you ruin my dress!?” Puffs of smoke came out of her mouth and nose as Dora transformed into a dragon, filling the space slowly at the same time as Technus took control of the set up for Just Dance and took it to replace his missing arm.

“Deep. Breaths. Danny.” his voice was strained as he closed his eyes and brought his hands in front of his face clasped together in a futile attempt of calming his nerves.

“I, Technus, master of all things technological and electrical, shall bring your defeat!” “Woah! Watch the fire!” “You are one slippery ghost” “The Box Ghost shan’t be trapped again by your retribution!” “Hey! Stop destroying our Lair!” “No wonder the Great One is in such good shape fighting ghosts like you all the time!” “Johnny do something! I’ll corral out the bystanders meanwhile!” “You got it, Kittens! Hey, Phantom! Calm your friends a little, will you!?” “Who dared to burn my guitar!?” “Someone save the drinks!”

“Enough!” Danny shouted so loudly he managed to drown everyone’s voices, after which he instantly fired an ectoblast between Frostbite and Technus, put an ice wall between Dora and her next victim to her fire, and put up an ecto-shield around Boxy to protect him from Pandora’s wrath, “We are leaving this party. Right. Now.” The intensity with which he said those words were enough to cause everyone to lose their voice for a few seconds.

“”But young Phantom, what about my spiteful retribution?”

“I don’t care, we’re leaving.”

“I suppose I won’t be able to finish this fight then?”

“No, we’re leaving.”

“But we’ve barely been in the ball for a pair of hours.”

“I promise I’ll take you with me to the next party I have, but we’re leaving now.”

“You can’t do that to us young Phantom, we can continue our battling if we want.”

“Pandora, I greatly respect you and Frostbite, but right now I don’t care that you two are Ancients, nor do I care that you’re greatly enjoying your spars, we’re leaving. Now” Once again that last word was uttered with such intensity that only those really stupid or really brave were able to even make a sound at that moment.

“Sooooo, can I get out of the bubble?” The Box Ghost asked incredulously.

“Not until Pandora leaves Johnny and Kitty’s lair, I won’t risk her grabbing you and making a run for it.”

“I would never do that!” she defended herself aghast at such an accusation.

“Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t do that.” Danny put himself in front of her and crossed his arms, waiting for an answer he knew wouldn’t be positive. “That’s what I thought. Dora you leave that poor ghost alone right this instant or I’ll revoke my promise to invite you to my next party.”

The ghost dragon instantly retracted her head from just above the poor victim who didn’t even notice was about to be eaten and began whistling, claws on the front to show she didn’t have anything hiding as well.

“Well done, now get ready Frostbite, we’re leaving.” Danny turned around towards the door of the Lair that connects to the rest of the Infinite Realms, not waiting for his answer.

“Can’t I at least finish this fight?”

“... I trusted you Frostbite, you’re the most responsible of the group, I trusted you!” The disbelief at such a betrayal was palpable in the air, the emotions running rampant there making it all the way to the other end of the Lair and even to the outside of the lair itself through the whole that was busted by the fight previously.

“I’m sorry Great One, I shall leave immediately.” The yeti hung his head in shame as he said so, turning his face towards his opponent, “I enjoyed the fight while it lasted Technus, goodbye.”

“Ughhh, if you two really wanna have a fight that badly, then I can spar you both next week, is that good enough for you?” Danny asked as he opened the Lair’s door and let the other 3 ghosts go out before himself.

“Oh yes I love that idea, I haven’t got the chance to see you fight before after all.” Pandora’s excitement could be tasted with how intense she was feeling it, and the smile that lit up the entrance told the same story.

“Sir Phantom is a formidable fighter, I’m sure his abilities will be up to your standards.” Dora replied as she floated outside, voice drifting and growing softer as she began retelling some of the stories of his fights that she’s heard around in the rumor mill of the Infinite Realms.

[idnek83]

Service With a Smile 5/?

Fandom: Trigun

Rating: Explicit (eventually)

Pairing: Vash/Wolfwood

Tags: Coffee shop au, Vash owns a cafe, Wolfwood is a mystery man, Trans Vash, Getting together, Fluff, Slow burn, Eventual smut, Recreational drug use, Drinking, Vash is self conscious about his scars, afab language

Summary: Vash works at a little coffee shop known as Seeds Cafe,  and likes to make his days more interesting by trying to make each of  his customers smile or laugh at least once before they leave. He has a 100% success rate... That is, until one day a moody man with a taste for cigarettes and black coffee shows up...

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

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The club is only a few blocks from his apartment, and Vash is feeling a good buzz by the time he arrives.

There’s a bit of a line outside, so Vash sizes up The Eye of Micheal while he waits. It’s a short brick building covered in what he would consider a tasteful amount of neon lights. Two rainbow flags dangle above the entrance, and a few smaller pride flags cover a tinted window to the right of it.

Vash takes a moment to check his reflection in the window, making sure his hair didn’t get messed up on the way over.

He sees a man in sunglasses pass behind him, and makes himself dizzy with how quickly turns.

When the world settles, he catches sight of a brown haired man in sunglasses and pretends not to be disappointed.

The line moves quickly, and soon enough he finds himself inside. He makes a beeline for the closest bar, deciding he could use another drink before heading for the dance floor.

He catches the bartender’s attention, and she flashes him a smile when he asks for something “strong and fruity,” his go-to order, gesturing momentarily to her impressive biceps before winking and getting busy making his drink.

Vash takes a moment to appreciate the way the muscles in her arms flex as she works the cocktail shaker, but he knows better than to set his sights on a bartender. They’re just doing their jobs, and flirting tends to lead to better tips. They generally won’t go home with you anyways, no matter how smooth you think you are.

That being said, he still leaves her a generous tip when she hands him a bright orange drink that smells of citrus and sugar, winking at him once more before turning her attention to the next customer.

Vash moves away from the crowded bar and surveys the people on the dance floor while sipping his drink. He’s not really sure what it is, but it tastes great, and it’s definitely strong. He can feel the heat of it sliding down his throat and running through his body, mixing with his blood as his heart begins to beat in time with the music.

He watches a group of college students dance, jumping along to the music and mouthing the words of the song to each other, watches two men barely mask their dry humping by swaying along to the beat, watches a woman dance in a way that seems almost professional as two girls watch her, blushing and giggling to each other.

Before he knows it, his drink is gone, and he’s drawn towards the dance floor.

Vash has been told he’s a good dancer before, but he’s never sure if the people saying it are being honest or just flirting. He never really knows what he’s doing, just lets the music flow through him and moves in whatever way feels right. He closes his eyes sometimes, loving the dizzy feeling of freedom that comes with dancing in a crowd, feeling both watched and anonymous at the same time, both desired and ignored.

He opens his eyes and catches a pretty guy watching him, but when Vash winks at him, he just looks away. Vash smiles to himself and keeps dancing. There was a time when the guy’s shyness would have endeared him, but as he’s grown older he’s found he prefers partners with a bit of boldness to them.

The beat changes, less energetic and bouncy, more slow and sexy, and Vash is immediately rolling his hips along to it. He feels arousal coiling in his body, looks for a dance partner to feel it with.

A man catches his eye, tall and rugged, and approaching Vash.

He places and hand on Vash’s hip, and Vash allows himself to be pulled closer, until the two of them are grinding against each other. The man’s hard cock grinds into his hip, and Vash feels his pussy throb in response.

“Well aren’t you pretty.” The man’s holds Vash’s chin, gently stroking his jaw with his thumb. Vash leans into it, enjoying the intoxicating feeling of being wanted.

Before Vash can respond he feels a second, smaller pair of hands on him, running up his chest, and the soft press of breasts against his back.

“He really is.” A Woman nuzzles into his shoulder, looking up at him through thick lashes. “Want to play with us, pretty boy?”

Realization dawns on Vash and he shakes his head, politely smiling as he untangles himself from the couple. The woman flashes him a pout before laughing and turning back to her partner.

They seemed nice enough, attractive enough, but threesomes were a lot of work, and Vash still didn’t think he was feeling up to trying to sleep with one person tonight, let alone two.

He’s barely found the beat again when a pair of big, strong hands grip his hips. A thrill shoots through his body as he’s pulled against a sturdy body and a voice whispers against his ear.

“Not down for a little two on one action, Blondie?”

The word goes straight to his crotch, a little gasp escaping him as lips ghost along his neck and he glimpses black hair from the corner of his eye.

“Mmm, too much work.”

He feels the laugh more than hears it, vibrating through their tightly pressed bodies.

A hand slides from his hip, down to tease along the inseam of his pants.

“I wouldn’t mind doing the work for both of us.” Vash feels teeth nibbling at his earlobe, “One-on-one, of course.”

Vash is dizzy, and wet, and he can’t stop grinding back on the hard cock pressing against his ass. He whines as he feels a tongue being dragged up his neck.

Fuck, he wants Nick so bad.

Vash turns and presses their chests together, reaches up to grab Nick’s face only to stop at the last second.

“Something wrong?” The man looks down at him, a mild look of concern on his clean shaven face, green eyes blinking in the low light.

Vash steps back.

“S-sorry. I thought you were... uh, my friend...”

The man looks disappointed but waves off Vash’s apology.

“No worries.” He smirks. “Good luck with your friend.”

The man laughs and disappears into the crowd, and Vash decides he needs a break from dancing for a bit.

And maybe another drink.

Vash looks towards the front of the club and sees that the bar he’d ordered at previously was completely swarmed with bodies.

He glances around, noting an equally crowded side bar, before spotting a less busy bar in the back.

Vash works his way through the crowd, urging the throbbing in his pants to calm down for a bit, and trying not to acknowledge how fucking embarrassed he feels.

He rests his elbows on the bar and glances around and the other customers, half afraid he’ll see the guy from the dance floor standing there laughing at him.

He barely notices as the bartender approaches him.

“Huh, hey there Blondie, long time no see.”

He swears his heart stops.

Nick grins at him over the bar.

“What’ll it be?”

Vash stares, slack-jawed, until Nick raises a questioning eyebrow at him, shades still on his face despite the dim lighting of the club.

“Uh... something...” Vash lowers his gaze, taking in the sight of Nick’s partially unbuttoned dress shirt, and his beautiful, perfect pecs underneath it. He looks back up and knows there’s no way Nick didn’t catch him checking him out. “Um, something strong? And fruity?”

Nick chuckles and mumbles something Vash doesn’t quite catch, before moving to work on his drink. Vash watches, probably too closely, as Nick works. Watches his fingers bend and flex as he scoops ice, watches them firmly but gently wrap around the neck of a liquor bottle, watches as Nick raises them to his mouth and quickly licks up a bit of liquid he spilled on them. Watches as they expertly place a little umbrella into the bright blue concoction and gently slide it in Vash’s direction.

Only when they release the drink and drum gently on the bar does Vash look up at smirking the man they’re attached to.

“See something you like, Blondie?”

Vash lets his eyes fall to that beautiful smirk, almost nodding before he remembers that Nick is working. As a bartender. And bartenders make better tips when they’re flirty.

Vash swallows around the lump in his throat and forces out a laugh, handing Nick a bill to cover the drink.

Nick watches his slow movements, his smirk falling into something more critical.

“You good, Blondie? Sure you can handle that?” He nods toward Vash’s drink.

“Y-yeah! I’m good! Just had a weird encounter on the dance floor” He laughs.

 Just thought the guy grinding on me was you and was slapped in the face by the realization of how badly I want you to fuck me, and how little interest I have in fucking anyone else here. Y’know, just normal things to feel about a guy you met like 3 days ago.

Nick furrows his eyebrows and glaces over at the dance floor.

“Someone giving you trouble?”

Vash watches Nick roll his shoulders, loosening them up like he’s getting ready for a fight. He pulls his eyes away from his muscles before he gets caught staring again.

“No, no! Nothing like that! Just thought someone was someone else is all!”

Nick looks at him for a moment, then shrugs.

“Well, if you’re okay, then,” he nods his head back to the rest of the bar, “duty calls.”

Vash smiles and waves him off.

 Don’t set your sights on a bartender.

He watches his mouth as he flirts with other customers.

 They’re just doing their job, flirting gets them better tips.

Watches his strong hands as he makes more drinks.

 And they probably wont go home with you anyways.

Watches his arms flex and work as he wipes the bar-top.

 But didn’t Vash decide he didn’t want to go home with anyone anyways?

Nick slides his fingers into a cluster of empty glasses, lifting four of them at once with his strong grip.

Maybe some flirting that wouldn’t go anywhere was exactly what he needed right now... Just some harmless fun to let off some stress.

Vash sips his drink, the sweet pineapple flavour coating his tongue as he tries to convince himself that he’s fine with the flirting going nowhere, and that he wasn’t desperately humping a guy he thought was Nick just a few minutes ago.

Then, before the knot of doubt and guilt and shame in his stomach can tie itself any tighter, Nick glances back over at him and smiles.

Vash raises his drink to Nick before taking a large swig.

Maybe he just needs to stop thinking so much.

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[solheimisms]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST.

name.      Sera/Seraphina

pronouns.      she/her

preference of communication.      Discord if I've given it to you, otherwise tumblr IMs on my Ashley blog (virmireisms) as that's connected to my phone. It doesn't matter if you're messaging me on Ashley about my other blogs, it's just easier to reach me on that blog and keeps it better organized for me.

name of muse.       Miranda (Natalya) Lawson

rp experience / how  long.      I have been RPing since 2005/2006 or so, but only on Tumblr since early 2021. Prior to that I have been on other social media & primarily spent many of my years around the world of forum RP. I've been around a while, to say the least.

best experience.      I don’t think I specifically have any “best” experiences. I’ve had a mix of good and bad. I think so far the best I’ve had though is much of the welcoming and encouragement I’ve got in this verse from people & even from my mutuals that know nothing about ME who have wanted to write and interact. ME is a wonderfully rich universe with a lot of potential & I'm always happy to share my love of it with others.

rp pet peeves / dealbreakers.      People who don’t fill out my interest tracker and don’t bother to interact in other ways. My rules are pretty clear, and if you’ve no intention of filling it out, I won’t assume you’re interested in interacting and will likely eventually break the mutual, especially if you followed me first; I assume that by following or following me back, you’ve read my rules and actively chose to ignore it, and that is not on me. It's in my rules for a reason, & anyone who has filled it out can attest that I'm pretty quick to interact & reciprocate once it's filled out!

Multi-spaced text is another; it causes eyestrain and gives me headaches to read. My job requires me to be on a computer and extra spaced text forces my eyes to work harder to move from word to word, and my eyesight is bad enough as it is. Also, too excessively styled text is distracting from the writing for me, so I tend to avoid it. Lastly… prose that intentionally breaks grammatical rules or uses way too many archaic words is a no for me. If I need a dictionary for half the words in your sentence as a very fluent native English speaker, I'm sorry... but no.

fluff, angst, or smut.      Angst, smut, and fluff kind of in that order. I get times where fluff is great, but I find that it kind of peters out after a while and begins to feel repetitive. Angst is great as long as it’s not repetitive; there needs to be a break in the clouds, so to speak, when you’re writing it. 100% angst all the time is exhausting, and maintaining the needed ebb and flow of it is what keeps it interesting and engaging. Smut is smut, I’m neither great nor experienced at it but I don’t mind it; I don’t write extensively kinky things with muses & do prefer there to be some sort of basis or plot behind the idea, at least to set the scene, which is why I usually only write smut with the intent of or inclusion of a ship (even if that ship starts with a casual encounter/one night stand/FWB scenario). Smut for the sake of smut is boring to me.

plots or memes.      I’d say plots, but I’m not against memes. That being said, while memes can be great to start something, I do eventually prefer to transition to some kind of plot to work with around them. I consider all memes to be options to start a thread, so they’re always welcome to be continued as one.

long or short replies.      Long replies are preferable. I can handle short replies for a little while, but short threads don't often go anywhere. They're okay to feel things out, especially with a new partner, but I do greatly prefer longer threads. 3-5 paragraphs is comfortable for me, & I'm capable of keeping up with longer. I never expect partners to match exactly how much I write as it depends on the thread, but as long as the minimum is within 2-4, I'm usually fine with it. It really depends on the writing sometimes, as I’ve had partners who could come back with 3 paragraphs and I can work with that, but some who did more than that and gave me barely anything. It’s not so much about the length as it is the content of the writing and what you include—body language, habits, and facial expressions of muses, to me, are very key things to include in your prose & are what really set the scene for the interaction.

best time to write.      Late at night, honestly. I'm very much a night owl, so even when I work at 8am I'm usually up much earlier. Whether I wake up at 7:30am or 11am, I’m usually up til 2am anyways.

are you like your muse.      Not really. I'm not nearly the kind of flirt that Miranda is, nor do I have her level of confidence. I'm probably more like a few of my other muses (such as Ashley) compared to Miranda, but even then there's still some differences. The only thing Miranda and I do share is a preference for tea over coffee. I think Miranda would drink coffee but prefers tea, whereas I will not drink 99% of coffee. The closest I might get is an iced capp or a really sweetened iced coffee.

tagged by: @waywardfeathered tagging: anyone who wants to steal!

[captainhysunstuff]

Transcript:  The Chain - Light Needs Closure

The Chain - Light Needs Closure comic

Sayu:  Goodnight, bro!

Light:  Goodnight.  Don’t let the bad boyfriends bite~.

Sayu:  Back atcha~.

*door closes*

Light:  *sighs, thinking* What a night.  Ugh, that Misa story...  So many lies...  I’ll make it up to them once I create my new world.  Maybe sooner.  I could try to spend more time with them.  At least to get them to stop worrying about me?  But I’m so busy, and I’ll be even busier after I kill--

...

*facepalms* Damn it!  It still hurts.  Darn it, Sayu!  Calling him my secret boyfriend -- that I ran off with him!  That again.  It’s like the universe wants me to do it!  Like it’s just that easy...  

Was I really that miserable before I picked up the Death Note?

Sachiko Memory:  *sobbing* What kind of mother doesn’t even notice her own child’s misery?

Sayu Memory:  You’re such a recluse!

Light:  *thinking* I must have been for them to notice in hindsight.  I remember being so sick of the world and everything in it.  My intelligence didn’t matter.  I was just a kid.  I had no way of fixing the world yet, and waiting was... excruciating.  It was so boring.  Tennis was a fun distraction, but even that became tedious.  What’s the point of playing if there’s no one challenging enough to play against?

*sits up* Wait...  Could using the Death Note become... like tennis after L dies??  Eliminating the biggest challenger...  Sure, I’d be bettering the world; that’s a challenge in and of itself.  But without L there to witness my successes and his failures...  Will my victories eventually become as empty as a perfect score on a test?  Will even ruling as Kira become... boring?  L can’t be the only one.  Plenty of talented people oppose Kira!  Surely someone will pick up the fight when he’s gone.  It took me 18 years to meet L, though.  How long could I wait for the next challenge?  But it’s too dangerous to keep him alive...

Sachiko:  I won’t get in the way of your happiness.

Sayu:  You don’t meet a fellow genius every day.  He swept you off your feet!

Light:  *thinking* “Fellow genius...”  The only one I’ve ever considered a suitable rival.  Maybe even an equal in some ways...  *sighs* If only there was some way for me to test him.  Determine once and for all if he’s serious about working with Kira, what his demands are, and if it’s really worth the risk.  Ugh, darn it, Sayu!  Frying my brain with talk of boyfriends and girlfriends and dating and stuff...

A date...!  A one-on-one meeting outside of headquarters where L’s resources can’t be 100% reached!  Establish neutral ground...  But would that situation even be possible?  Is there even such a thing as neutral ground between L and Kira?  *blushes* Hmm...  Our bed certainly was...  But that was without my memories, and the accusations never stopped.  But now I’m willing to share incriminating information with the enemy.  The same enemy who promised the entire world that he would execute me.

Even so, this is getting out of hand.  I need some kind of closure on this.  Can he be trusted, or is killing him my only option?

...This has to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.

[crystalelemental]

Unit Teambuilding - Lodge Blue

There are nine new units you can get from Trainer Lodge.  That is...significantly more than I was expecting.  And as we’ve noticed over the last two days, progress in building the friendship ranks is slow, and you need max friendship at level 100 to get those alts.  Considering this, there is a good possibility you won’t be able to get every alt currently available, and will have to make decisions.  So to that end, we have two goals here.  First, to vindicate anyone who’s going for each alt based on favoritism.  Second, to help anyone who doesn’t care about these selections make a choice based on utility.

General Overview Blue and Exeggutor are a Grass-type supporter that really emphasizes the idea that it’s not the overall function of a unit that always matters, but the specific layout and turn structure.  He’s a Drake, if that adds any clarity.  Blue can buff attack and crit, but the two are on separate moves, meaning it takes a grand total of six turns to cap both.  This is a very odd choice to me, because we have Hop, a free unit who is always available, that buffs all three of the same stats as Blue in a single trainer move, and also gets Potion.  This is a bad look for Blue.  Had the crit been tied to attack, we could at least have a better time.

Seed Bomb is bad on a support with attack this low, and Stomp is nice flinch utility.  He does have healing in First Aid 4, but can’t heal allies without Syncho Healing, which isn’t useful when you’re unable to EX.  Posthaste 4 and Pep Rally on trainer move are nice gauge control options.  His main problem, and tell me if you’ve heard this one before, is that he’s a support with tools spread so far apart he can’t get much out of it.  He gets MPRs, and either Pep Rally or Aggravation.  You cannot take both of those skills.  You can’t even take Quick Cure with Aggravation despite it being right there.  Blue’s grid is not well optimized for him.

As a result, Blue’s utility is effectively one-note.  He is a flinch-bot support, with the potential to help attack or crit.  Maybe both in a longer game.  Considering BP Morty, this is...questionable.

Team 1: Lodge Blue, Bruno, Nanu I’m not even sure this would work, but Bruno’s able to buff his attack and special defense, while Blue buffs his crit and defense, for a pretty bulky main damage dealer.  Add in debuffs, and this is hopefully a decent core for making Bruno tanky and strong enough to handle a stage.

Team 2: Lodge Blue, Crasher Wake, Winona/Tech Blastoise Thankfully, Blue is not weak to Fire, so he’s able to help dunk on Entei with his flinch rate.  Defense buffs are solid against Entei, and the crit rate helps alleviate some setup pressure from Wake.  Winona helps with the needed flinch, and sets Rain, or you can save her for later and use Tech Blastoise for rain.

Final Thoughts A good rule of thumb for Blue is that if your ally can handle their own crit or attack, Blue can handle the other half of the equation.  You do not want him handling both.  Ideally, they handle attack, so he can provide some bulk alongside the crit rate.  The only other utility is as a decent flinch bot.  60% does feel really high for a support, but it’s hard to say this is like...exceptional, considering BP Morty, whose primary role is more easily achieved.  Blue just feels a bit scattered, but is, at least, a support unit, which is invaluable in the era of Gauntlet.

[freyayuki]

Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia Iroha And Lunafreya Banner

The Forcefully with Dignity (Intersecting Wills) event just started in the Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia (DFFOO) mobile game. This event came with 1 banner.

Forcefully with Dignity (Intersecting Wills) Banner

The Forcefully with Dignity (Intersecting Wills) banner features the following chars and their weapons:

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret from Final Fantasy XV - Burst or BT only

Iroha from Final Fantasy XI - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, LD, and Force or FR

Seven from Final Fantasy Type-0 - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

Raijin from Final Fantasy VIII - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

Already have all of Raijin’s and Lunafreya’s weapons.

Have Seven’s 15cp, 35cp, and Ex fully MLB. Her Ex has been Realized to Ex+ 0/3. Missing her LD.

Have a copy of Iroha’s LD which hasn’t been limit broken at all. Have copies of her 15cp and 35cp, both of which have been limit broken once. 

Have like 3 copies of her Ex weapon but have decided not to fuse the copies together in case I need more dupes of her Sphere. Missing her FR.

Thoughts about Iroha from Final Fantasy XI

I like Iroha from Final Fantasy XI (#ad) well enough but she’s not a fave or anything. Perhaps it’d be more accurate to say that I don’t dislike her and wouldn’t mind getting her weapons and being able to use her.

My Iroha has 0 Artifacts and 0 Boards. Heck, mine doesn’t even have her base armor.

IIRC, I tossed some tickets on her debut banner and yet I didn’t bother to build her even when I got copies of all of her currently available weapons at that time.  Back then, I guess I didn’t really feel like I needed her for anything.

Even now, I don’t think I really need her. She’s a support with decent enough buffs and auras but I already have plenty of supports and those supports provide better buffs and auras.

Iroha’s main claim to fame and what makes her different from other supports is that she allows everyone in the party to retain 20% of their brave in between each of their HP attacks.

Iroha also has a pretty good FR. It’s not meta or anything but it’s very generic which means that most, if not all, chars can easily fulfill the conditions needed to increase its HP damage bonus.

Kinen no Isshi, Iroha’s Force ability, has the following force time effects:

HP damage bonus +30% when individual HP at least 100% of max on party member’s own turn

HP damage bonus +20% when individual BRV at least 20% of max on party member’s own turn

With Iroha’s healing and BRV retain gimmick, any char should be able to easily increase the HP damage bonus of Iroha’s FR by 50% each turn.

At the moment, my FR of choice is Lunafreya’s, mostly because I just got her and fully built her up. Her FR is pretty good but it does require dealing elemental damage.

This isn’t really a problem since Lunafreya enchants the party and imperils enemies with the ice and water elements. With her FR, chars will be able to increase the HP damage bonus by up to 40% per turn. This can go up to 60% if a char can also grant a buff to an ally but most chars won’t be able to do that.

For now, Lunafreya’s FR works well enough, but in the future, I heard that we’ll get fights that lock out certain elements or that require a particular element. So it’s best to have other options.

But it’s not like we’re about to get those quests right now. I don’t need to pull for Iroha now. I can just wait until we get other Force weapons. Heck, I can even wait to pull for Iroha when she comes back again, this time with her Burst weapon.

I don’t know if I’ll pull for Iroha’s BT though. Like I said, she’s not really a fave or anything. Even if I get her Burst, I doubt I’d bother to Green it or upgrade it to BT+ 3/3 unless the resources needed to do that become more plentiful.

Was considering my options. Should I pull for Iroha’s FR now? Should I bother to build her?

Maybe the answers to those questions should be no and yet I was leaning towards saying yes anyway. I guess I just felt like pulling. 

Besides, since I never really got to build and play with Iroha before, I kinda wanted to give her a try now. Why not, right?

Iroha from Final Fantasy XI Sphere

Iroha has an A Sphere called Critical BRV Gain. Its effect is:

When dealing critical hit: • Increases BRV by 10% of MAX BRV once per turn *Does not stack with same sphere

This could be good for chars with the Encouragement’s Keystone High Armor (one of its effects is increasing the brave granted by its user by 30%) to maximize the brave gains from both the armor and the Sphere.

Not sure yet who I want to give this Sphere to but at least I have it in case I need it.

Forcefully with Dignity (Intersecting Wills) Banner Tickets Pulls Results

Since I’m only really missing Iroha’s FR and Seven’s LD from this banner, couldn’t justify using gems to pull here, especially since I’m not even all that attached to Iroha anyway.

So decided to use my tickets instead. Currently have 272 tickets on-hand. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get Iroha’s FR before I run out of tickets.

Got the usual bronze and silver trash and a few gold dupes. Even got 10-draws that didn’t give me a single gold weapon.

Here are the results of some of my more notable 10-draws on this banner:

4/10, came from a gold orb - Iroha’s 35cp, Raijin’s 35cp, Seven’s 15cp, and Iroha’s LD

It was nice to see so many golds from a 10-draw. Too bad these were all dupes. Ah, well. At least I can make use of the dupes of Iroha’s 35cp and LD to further limit break the copies I already have.

1/10, came from a gold orb - dupe of Iroha’s Ex

1/10, came from a gold orb - dupe of Iroha’s Ex

After a couple more 10-pulls, got a gold orb which turned into my very first copy of Seven’s LD.

It’s always nice to get a new weapon but Seven didn’t really get anything new on this banner. She doesn’t even have a Force weapon yet. She’s kinda outdated and powercrept by now so don’t think I’ll bother to build her and use her for any endgame content.

This 10-draw also gave me dupes of Iroha’s 15cp and LD. Nice.

Just when I was starting to think that I might not be able to get Iroha’s FR, a force orb showed up.

Hell, yes! Was super pleased to finally see a force orb. I was starting to worry that I’d end up at 0 tickets with no Iroha FR to show for the loss.

Really pleased to have been able to obtain a copy of Iroha’s FR without having to use my gems.

Actually, much to my surprise, this 10-draw gave me not just 1 but 2 copies of Iroha’s FR. Nice. Also got a dupe of Raijin’s 15cp.

Was down to 152 tickets when Iroha’s FR finally came home.

Iroha from Final Fantasy XI

Leveled Iroha to 90. She’s already Crystal Level 90. And she already has her Bloom Stone.

Had enough dupes to be able to fully MLB Iroha’s 15cp without having to use a single Power Stone.

Only got 1 copy of her 35cp from pulling on the Forcefully with Dignity (Intersecting Wills) banner so needed 1 more dupe or 4 Power Stones in order to fully MLB said weapon.

Instead of using my Power Stones, opted to use my Weapon Tokens to exchange for 1 dupe of Iroha’s 35cp.

It’s been a long time since I last used any of my Weapon Tokens so I’ve been able to accumulate over 1k of these by now. 

On the other hand, although I have hundreds of Power Stones, 20 of these are needed in order to create 1 High Power Stone. You need dupes or 12 High Power Stones (4 per limit break) in order to fully MLB a Force weapon.

Anyway, 1 35cp only costs 25 Weapon Tokens in the shop so exchanging for 1 copy of Iroha’s 35cp didn’t even dent my stash.

After fully max limit breaking Iroha’s 35cp, turned my attention to her LD. Was able to get 2 dupes of her LD so just needed 4 more Power Stones in order to fully MLB my first copy.

Got a few more dupes of Iroha’s Ex so decided to use 2 of those to limit break my first copy. Then I just used 4 more Power Stones to fully MLB said weapon. This way, I have a few more dupes of her Ex lying around in case I need more copies of her Sphere.

After fully limit breaking Iroha’s Ex, spent the resources needed to Realize it and upgrade it to Ex+ 3/3 or Purple.

Fused the 2 copies of Iroha’s FR that I got. Now I need 8 High Power Stones in order to fully MLB said FR.

Was kinda reluctant to make use of my Power Stones and High Power Stones but what else can I do if I want to use Iroha’s FR?

A Force weapon that hasn’t been fully MLB’d really sucks and isn’t worth using at all.

I was like, I bothered to pull for Iroha’s FR and was thankfully able to get it. It’ll be a complete and utter waste of tickets if I don’t even bother to use it. Even got 2 copies so I only need 8 High Power Stones to MLB said FR.

Currently have 7 High Power Stones on hand so just needed to transform or convert 20 Power Stones for 1 more High Power Stone before I was finally able to fully MLB Iroha’s FR.

Also completed all of Iroha’s Summon Boards. Unlocked parts of her Character Enhancement Boards, particularly the tiles that would give me her LD Call and LD extension passive.

Iroha has the Force Enhancements feature but for now, have opted not to unlock this for her yet. I did buy her High Armor then spent the Book needed to Realize it to 0/3.

Started farming for Iroha’s Artifacts. It took a while but I was soon able to get her triple of her perfect Artifacts - ATK 108 with Guardian of Reisenjima Up★★ (While Sekkanoki active: Raises own MAX BRV, ATK by 5%).

Also ended up giving Iroha 1 RF D Sphere. Haven’t decided what A Spheres to equip to her though. So have left the A slots blank for now. But no matter what I decide, it’s practically a guarantee that she’s getting RF and not real Spheres.

Haven’t really had the chance to try out Iroha in battle yet but looking forward to doing so.

Conclusion

So, what about you? Did you pull on the Forcefully with Dignity (Intersecting Wills) banner? What do you think about Iroha, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, and all the other chars featured on this banner? Feel free to share your thoughts and opinions by leaving a comment below or by reblogging or replying to this post.

Notes:

screenshots are from my Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia game account

[pinermountain]

Faceless summoner hearthstone

Brian Kibler's Dragon WarriorĪnyone who has followed the Hearthstone scene for any amount of time know that Brian Kibler is the foremost expert on Dragons. Let's take a look at five of the best decks from Day One. We've spotlighted some of the best ideas to help Hearthstone players get started on their Ranked journey in Descent of Dragons, which mix together new cards with a few old ideas. But with so many new cards and some new ideas to work with, it might be a little difficult to know where to even begin.įortunately, Shacknews is here to help everyone, at the very least, get started. The dragons have finally made their presence known in the Year of the Dragon and that means over 100 new cards to experiment with. For a look at our stats, check out the tables below.Ģ.7% or one in every 38 draws for a non-situational AuraĢ.7% or one in every 38 draws for a useful InspireĢ.2% or one in every 46 draws for a non-situational AuraĢ.2% or one in every 46 draws for a useful Inspireĭraw stats obtained from Hearthstone Labs.In what's been a pretty big week for video games, Blizzard has released the latest Hearthstone expansion, Descent of Dragons. But overall is a very, very solid addition to the Mage arsenal. This will most certainly change with Old Gods, especially considering many of the cards we have yet to see are commons that are likely to dilute the pool a bit. A 1/3 chance of spawning something that's even more troublesome for your opponent already shows the value of this card. We've found that in Standard there's approximately a 32.7% chance (36.8% in Wild) of the minion it drops having a helpful mechanic attached to it. While we're not yet accounting for any cards from the upcoming Whispers of the Old Gods set, there's still worth in looking at some of the mechanics that can pop out of your Faceless Summoner for some added value. In fact, is really the only "bad" minion you could get and even then it's only a problem if you really need it to stay on board but have to use your hero power. But the three mana cost minion spot has very, very few landmines to avoid, even more so in Standard where certain problematic cards like, and to a lesser extent, are already off the table. The normal measure of how good a card truly is usually takes into account how many "bad" results there are - like 's. In addition, there are plenty of three drops that have beneficial effects like our buddy. The main difference here is that it's not all allocated on one minion, your opponent will have to deal with both. That said, we're looking at a 6-Cost 7.7/8.0 for a total of 15.7 stat points - well above that 13 point benchmark set by. Now let's take a look at the field of three mana cost minions and how they average out.Īfter putting all of the 3-Cost minions into a spreadsheet, not including the latest Old Gods cards, we find that the average drop from this Battlecry is currently a 2.7/3.0 in Standard and a 2.6/3.2 for Wild. You can find all of the 3-Cost minions, including the new Old Gods cards, here. 's extra minion won't go away since it's preemptive. also makes an argument for comparison, again with the exception that she can simply be eliminated by trading all your minions away, keeping her from stealing anything. The same stats, the same cost, and a very powerful effect - the only difference being he's a problem turn after turn. To put in perspective, perhaps the most equivalent minion in all of Hearthstone is himself. Unfortunately for it, suffers from the Jousting effect which really does knock it down a peg despite having 11 points of stats alongside a potential Taunt and Divine Shield buff. has a strong, but conditional Battlecry which can be silenced off of it, but like Boulderfist, it simply isn't enough to make the cut in today's popular archetypes. Gnomes had which also sacrifices the three stats for a very powerful Deathrattle, but due to the fragile nature of the card, it very rarely sees any play at all. To this day, still remains the most effective example from a pure stats perspective with 13 for only six mana, three more than what we're getting with the Summoner. So we decided to stop and take a look at the stats behind the card.Īs far as the minion itself goes, a six mana 5/5 is generally overcosted. Some think it'll just be a solid card, others expect it to be just as troublesome as has been for years.

[fasterthanmydemons]

At what point would Pietro consider that Wanda has crossed too many lines? What would make the difference between "I would never hurt my sister" and "I need to stop my sister no matter what, even if it means killing her"? It's an extremely tragic scenario to think about, but we know Pietro loves Wanda more than anything, so how much is "too" much for him?

{out of breath} No, I totally get what you’re saying. Pietro is 100% loyal to Wanda, but everybody has their breaking points, and for someone with such a heroic personality as Pietro, there has to be that point, even with his own beloved twin sister. I think different moments would make him feel different ways, and it would escalate throughout the events of DSMoM. I’ll break it down by event, I think that’s easiest.

Threatening America would be an eye-opener for Pietro, not only because it just really wrong, but she’s also a child.  That would be a huge red flag that, not only is Wanda taking things too far, but she’s also not herself. In no universe would Wanda Maximoff harm a child unless there was something seriously wrong with her. So this would set off alarm bells in Pietro’s mind, and I think he would try to stop her. BUT... this would not be the point at which he’s willing to kill or even harm Wanda. I think instead that he would try to interfere, buy America time, help her escape Wanda, help her get to Strange or someone else willing to help her, any of that. He would interfere in some way and try to talk Wanda down. If course it wouldn’t work, but it would at least leave America alive to fight Wanda another day.

What Wanda did at Kamar-Taj may have been the point at which Pietro realized she needs to be stopped, and probably with some pretty serious measures. However, I’m still not sure he would be willing to kill her. Injure her, yes, knock her out, definitely, but he also really wouldn’t have any counteraction ability to anything Wanda had there either. He can’t fly, he doesn’t have any magic that can stop or block hers, he can’t speak telepathically to her... so... I’m not sure that he could do anything to stop her even if he wanted to. He might just be forced to watch in horror, coming to the conclusion that she’s gone too far (or too far gone, that too) and needs to be stopped. But with this situation, because there isn’t a lot that he can do to stop her, one thing Pietro might try is to put himself in the path of her magic and let himself get hurt or maybe even killed. Not that he’d want to be hurt or killed, but I think maybe that he’d believe such a thing would be enough of a shock to Wanda that it might make her stop what she’s doing. If he tried that, survived, and it still didn’t stop her... then... now he has a serious problem. This may be the tipping point.

Definitely by the time she started killing off Illuminati (fudging completely to even say that Pietro was there to see that, heh), he would realize that she needs to be stopped with extreme prejudice. If it’s 616-Pietro, he won’t know who the Illuminati are, but he would recognize some of the same figures from his world, even if the people behind the mantles were different. He’d recognize that these are like Avengers, they’re the defenders of this particular Earth, and that Wanda really should not be killing them. I think he would definitely come to the conclusion that she has to be stopped, and he might try to kill her. If he was successful, he’d want to follow her pretty soon after, because it would break his heart and honestly destroy him.

If it’s 838-Pietro, he probably would know who these people are, and maybe they would even be some of his friends, teammates, mentors, bosses, etc., depending on his timeline and where he ended up in the world. If that’s true then they might even be 838-Wanda’s friends and teammates too, so he’d really be conflicted. But he wouldn’t know about the Darkhold, that his sister was possessed, or about Kamar-Taj and all the other things 616-Wanda had done, so... I’m not sure he’d move right to killing her, but he would definitely try to stop her, interrupt her, maybe throw himself in harm’s way to make a point like I mentioned above. I think circumstance would really matter here.

So yeah, it would take a lot, but even Pietro would get to the point at which he just can’t allow Wanda to continue doing what she’s doing. Especially killing good people, innocent people, and children. Pietro can’t just stand by and let anyone do that, even his own sister.

[all-that-tmnt-jazz]

I saw asks were opened and i was wondering if we could just get some funny turtle dad stories and a little humour from papa? See if he spoils them babies xp

This. This is what I live for. Also, sorry for taking so long- I’m getting through a mindset where my brain is a literal mushroom on Mars.

Warnings: N/A

Incarnation: Bayverse

Extra Info: I’m including some headcanons for Splinter being a grandpa. I’m not sure if that’s what you meant by papa, but that’s what I’m doing.

Leo:

He has a daughter, no doubt

I feel like he loves the name Yua (結愛)

(it’s a Japanese name meaning “Binging Love and Affection”)

He would want to teach her Ninjutsu, but would be incredibly nervous

Definitely lets her teeth on his hands/arms/plastron when that time comes

Has nearly dropped her at least twice without you knowing

A little bit overprotective- but he means well by it, of course

But you’d have to be the “Bad Cop” more often than not

He cannot bring himself to be stern with Yua, especially when she gives him that look

“Y/n, look at her! I can’t do that to her!”

But, he will be stern…

Occasionally

Very occasionally

Please help him.

Raph:

Actually the softest dad out of the four

Also has a daughter, which he names Sakura (咲良) 

(It’s a Japanese name meaning “Cherry Blossoms”)

Definitely the Good Cop 100% of the time

Cannot be stern with her… At all

Zip, nada, none.

She literally rules him- whatever she wants, she gets

“What do you mean she can’t have ice cream for breakfast, Y/n? It’s the birthday of her favorite stuffie!”

Is more than excited when she asks to work out with him

When she’s old enough, he also teaches her ninjutsu

(she’s damn good at hand-to-hand combat, too)

Through all the chaos of being a parent, he loves every second

And honestly?

You love watching him tuck her in at night.

He always sings to her- ever so softly

And it’s always the song that he sang to you on your first date.

Which makes it that much more meaningful

Donnie:

He has a daughter as well

He names her Ichika (一千花)

(also a Japanese name, meaning “One Thousand Flowers”)

He is first to notice she’s having trouble hearing

So he makes Ichika her own little hearing aids

The change is immediate

As Ichika grows, Donnie is so glad she didn’t follow his eating pattern

(he barely eats, especially when he’s working in his lab)

He is the brother who is most cautious about teaching his child ninjutsu

She’s built so much like him- tall and lanky, and limbs like a stick- he’s terrified she’ll snap

He can heal her, of course, but the fear still nags at him

Nonetheless, he still teaches her.

He starts slowly, but- like him- Ichika absorbs the new information really quickly

And she pleads that he teach her faster

(he cannot deny That Look)

So, within a few years, she reaches his level

Spars between them are so smooth and calculated

You end up becoming a mother to both of them, really, because they will often forget to take breaks, hydrate, and eat

Whoops

Mikey:

He’s the only one who has a son

He’s also the only one who went with an Italian Renaissance name

He names his son Tiziano, after the Venetian painter during the Renaissance

(Tiziano was actually considered the most important member of the 16th-century Venetian school. The More You Know.)

Tiziano is nicknamed “Zano”

Zano actually takes after you more than he does after Mikey

He’s much more cautious and half as reckless. 

He’s the only turtle kid who doesn’t want to train in ninjutsu

(Mikey would never admit this, but he is a tad disappointed he won’t bond with Zano over it like how he bonded with his brothers)

Nonetheless, you & Mikey don’t force Zano into training.

But

He and Mikey bond over the fact that they both have an obsession with music

Especially rock/pop-rock from the 70s/80s/90s (for some reason that you don’t fully understand)

Their favorites are Fleetwood Mac, Bon Jovi, and Queen

For one birthday, Zano surprises Mikey with a record player and some Vinyl discs of each of those artists

They spend the rest of the week listening to those records on repeat and you couldn’t be prouder of your boy.

Both of them

Splinter:

He definitely spoils his grandchildren

He would do anything and everything for them

Sakura was the first grandchild he began to train after Raph taught her the basics

Sakura was the first one to want to train, but Ichika did follow not long after.

Sakura and Ichika were excellent spars for each other. Ichika was calculated, yes, but Sakura fought more on instinct

(Much like their fathers, Splinter thinks. He would never tell their sons this)

Once Leo decides to have Yua start her training, he gets Splinter’s help to teach her the basics

Leo doesn’t want to mess up, since he has a terrible fear of that (which he never admits)

Yua turns out to be the most brutal fighter of the three granddaughters

(Much to Splinter’s surprise and Leo’s concern)

The three girls often spend more time together than they do apart, and a fair amount of that time is with Splinter in the dojo

When Splinter isn’t with his granddaughters, he is trying to form a relationship with his grandson

It’s rather hard

Zano wants to impress Splinter, but since he doesn’t want to train like his cousins, he puts way too much pressure on himself

Zano tries many different things that he thinks may impress Splinter

Most of those ideas never make it off the cutting room floor because he just doesn’t think Splinter will like them

When Zano gets Mikey that record player and vinyl discs, it is Splinter who realizes how he can connect to his grandson

One day, Splinter brings Zano to his part of the Lair.

Splinter, knowing Zano’s love of music, shows his grandson his CD and record collection

They find artists they both like and listen to the CDs/records

Once, Zano approaches Splinter’s room

Splinter is listening to his music and doing Katas to keep his body moving

Zano is immediately entranced and begs Splinter to teach him some Katas

Splinter doesn’t hesitate

Even though it’s the closest to ninjutsu as Zano is willing to get, Splinter is more than proud of his grandson

He always has been

[palidan-sheep]

How do you think the companions would react if Sole had to cut off their own limb to get out of a trap or otherwise save their life?

Another interesting one, I like these! Thank you Anon.

Situation/scenario- Sole found themselves in a hard place between a rocky wall and a fallen boulder, their beloved arm caught between the two. Their arm below their elbow was far from saving, bone turned into dust and flesh mashed into a paste-all that jazz!

So after enough chems to kill a deathclaw and a grizzly few hours later, Sole stumbles homes, missing an arm but still alive and conscious.

Cait-

“Shite, you look like you’ve been through the ringer.”

Despite the playful words, Cait is an absolute mess of stress, worry, and panic.

She’ll be running around bossing and barking command at people despite not really knowing how to go about fixing up a wound this massive.

She can’t offer much help asides for tons of booze and moral support.

Cuire-

There’s some correlation here with what Cuire said back at the memory den after she became human and the situation presented-I’m too dumb brain to figure it out tho.

Panic 100%. Flurry of words that make no sense but she knows what she’s doing.

Immediately takes charge upon the situation, no explanation needed.

Despite this, she has a hard time telling the others what to do and considering the situation at hand, everyone a mess. She depends on a louder voice to voice her request and commands.

Danse-

“You’ve got guts, I’ll admit that soldier, but was it really necessary?”

He’s seen some shit in his life so this doesn’t have too much of an effect upon him(unless they are dating in which case, he’s a fucking mess.)

He only retains basic medical skills so he helps with what he knows that he’s capable of but leaves the rest to medics.

He won’t leave Soles side unless asked to via a medic or sole themselves. Fancy lad cakes and moral support.

Deacon-

“Alright, alright, alright, I get it. I won’t complain the next time I get a splinter.”

Humor. Lots of humor.

Asides for splinters and the occasional gun shot, he has no idea how to help other then tons of stimpacks and Med-x.

Laugh away the pain. Laughter is the best medicine after all.

Gage-

“Holy Shit Boss...”

Rather then seeing this a weakness, he sees this as a strength. Sole’s got the gull to do shit like that, the they certainly got the gull to whip Nuka-World into shape.

He’s, shockingly, has some experience in medical care but no one really trust him to help Sole. 

Hes there by Sole’s side but like no one really wants him to be there, they have no idea when he last cleaned himself. 

Hancock-

“I hope the reason why you had to do this was a good reason, like it was bitten off by a deathclaw or something, now take this, it’ll help with the pain until we can find you some help.”

On the outside he’s cool as a cucumber but on the inside, he’s a shit-show and a half. a few nervous leg jitters here and there and lots of chem usage. though he tries to be mindful about how much he uses, never know when sole will find themselves wishing for the sweet release of death.

He’s too chemmed out to even entertain the idea of being a doctor, one fuck up could be the difference between life or death.

Whether Sole asked for it or not, he’ll start to make up sorties about how they lost their arm. No body believes him but its funny at least. 

MacCready-

“Heh, that's uh...that's quite the wound wouldn’t ya say?...we need to find you a doctor, like now.”

Like most others, he’s seen his far share of blood and bone and normal it doesn’t effect him too much but since its Sole, someone he cares about, he’s a nervous reck.

He has no confidence in his medical skills while being nervous, afraid that if he had to stich up the wound, he’d jerk and snag something important like a nerve or some body thing.

Concerned Father watching over their severely ill child. 

Nick-

“Well isn’t this quite a predicament we are in? Guess I’ll start working on your mechanical hand.”

He’s not shocked that your missing an arm, he’s more shocked that you actual had the guts to do it. He’s being serious too, he’s got some connections that could help in making you a function prosthetic.

in terms of medical skills, he has none. On top of being a robot, his hands don't offer very much help, sure he can be super technical like stiches but his metal hand has done more damage then he’d like to admit. 

He’ll inquire about the situation after the dust has settled until then, he just offers some advice for living without a limb. 

Piper-

“B-BLUE!”

She’s. A. Fucking. Mess.

A Incoherent and in shambles mess.

She’s the last person you would want to be around in situation such as Sole’s. Remaining clam is the best way to go about this and Piper is the farthest thing from clam.  

Preston-

“General! you were gone for a day! A single DAY!” 

Everyday, his will to live shrinks. 

 He has no idea what he’s doin when it comes to a wound that big. Yeah sure, just like everyone else, he can patch up a bullet hole or stich up a slash if needs be but he has no idea where to start when it comes to a missing limb.

He’s good company, offers great moral support and lots of “eat the pain away.”

X6

“You’ve got guts ma’am/sir, it will only help to prove that you’re willing to do anything to help further improve the Institute.”

Sole, whether or not it was their intentions, has more of X6′s respect and admiration for this feat.

He’s pretty skilled with medical care and definitely prefers it if he the one who take charge in patching up the wound.

Not very good company. 

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Poseidon

Fishy fishy fishy… I honestly could write 100 more things for Poseidon MC and Levi. I just love the dynamic between an insecure, otaku shut-in and a chill California surfer dead set on becoming his friend.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon 

For anyone unaware, Poseidon is also the god of horses. I know it's a weird combo, but I didn't write the mythos.

Lucifer

…..

They came out of the portal….

On a horse….

They brought the mortal down to the Devildom…

On a goddamn horse….

There's a demigod on a live horse brandishing a weapon and doing laps around the Student Council Room…

Congratulations, he already wants to pull his hair out!!

Honestly, it would have been preferable to pluck them out of the sea. At least then they'd just need a towel! What the hell were they going to do with an entire horse!?

And his nightmare didn't stop there. Poseidon is a notoriously mercurial god, prone to bouts of anger and spitefulness for reasons far less grievous than kidnapping his children… 

Their apology was swift and (seemingly) effective, though the tide waters around the Devildom did rise by several feet for some time…

As for the MC… uh… Well, they're an energetic one to say the least…

Lucifer hasn't met a more active individual since Mammon. They horseback ride, swim, surf, skateboard, and probably do ten other things - the point is, they Hardly. Keep. Still! 

They're also annoyingly easygoing… He can't count the number of times they've told him to, "Just chill out," or, "Hang loose…" What does that even mean??

Between having to order a stable made for their horse and just trying to keep up with them, Lucifer already thinks this mortal has caused him more trouble than they're worth… At least they keep Mammon busy...

Mammon

Upon first meeting them atop their horse, Sunset, his first thought was of course:

"I wonder if I sell that...?"

After that, they nearly fed him to sharks for trying to take their beloved steed on same night. Safe to say, he never touched a hair on its head again…

These two had a rocky start, but their relationship mended fairly quickly. As it turns out, the MC is literally one of those "go with the flow" types. You can say it was water under the bridge soon enough.

Mammon actually thinks the MC is a hell of a lot of fun, even if they're super laid-back. Most of the time, they won’t take his drive for money (or fear of his bills) all that seriously and tell him that he’s worrying too much, but they’ll still lend a hand if its on their way.

He finds their ability to control water pretty cool as well. Levi has it to some extent, but the MC can make a whole-ass whirlpool or use water like a whip! 

He once begged them to call up some rare fish for him to sell, but they got all pseudo-philosophical on him about how “trading life for material wealth” is “not cool, dude...”

He also made the mistake of challenging them to a splash fight only once…. They managed to drench the whole family with a single wave….

The only thing that bothers him is their weird insistence on being Levi's "Best Buddy…" Why would someone like them even bother with a shut in??

Is it the water? … Probably water. Levi, that lucky bastard…

Leviathan 

Thinks they're a big normie, no scratch that, a HUGE normie! The biggest normie he's ever met!! They skateboard and horseback ride for Devil's sake!!

...But they’re also, undoubtedly, the best friend he could've ever asked for.

To be fair to Levi, their friendship was sort of forced upon him. The MC took one look at him, his aquatic-themed room, and his pet goldfish then declared their new friendship status at that moment. 

Unfortunately for him, though, they're energetic, extroverted, and generally have little understanding of personal space… aka, an introvert's worst nightmare…

The next month could accurately be described as the MC doing everything in their power to make their stubborn "senpai" like them.

They would drag him out to the aquarium, beach, or pool; they befriended Henry so he could put in a good word for them; and they'd even bring him little gifts or trinkets they'd find on the ocean floor. Pretty shells and stuff like a cat bringing its master a dead mouse.

After he finally began to accept them as a persistent fixture in his life, he introduced them to gaming and anime and started accepting them little by little...

By the end of their stay, these two were practically inseparable. Not just because they like spending time together, but because they figured out they could have a telepathic link due to Levi being part sea serpent. 

No matter how far they are, they can always have a chat! (That no one else can hear so people think they’re just crazy...)

Satan

Satan honestly isn't the MC's biggest fan, he generally finds them too loud and gregarious for his liking. But their horse…?

He never really thought that he'd be a horse man... Yet it didn’t really take long for Satan to adore Sunset, their beautiful golden-maned mare. Apparently she's not their only horse, but by far their favorite traveling companion.

Sunset is a wonderful horse - brave, strong, and well-trained. It only took a few weeks before he was regularly sneaking out to the stables to brush her fur or feed her apples...

After the MC taught him how to ride, that was it. All other forms of transportation were inferior to him now.

Satan would ride Sunset everywhere and he looked damn good doing it! It takes all that fairytale Prince Charming thing he has going on and puts it through the roof.

It's a good thing too, because when I say everywhere, I do mean everywhere. Lucifer had to put seals on the House doors to keep Satan from riding Sunset through the hallways...

Of course, he’ll always let the MC have Sunset back when they need her!... with a little complaining but nothing terrible.

The MC doesn't mind much because Sunset likes him and they know he takes good care of her, but the rest of the House is slightly unnerved at how quickly he went horse crazy… What if they brought a giant crab instead?? No one wants to deal with crab-Satan...

Asmodeus 

Their body is just scrumptious. Oh, how he could look at their swimsuit-clad figure all day!! 😩

Between the swimming and the fighting, their form is toned to all hell and he can't get enough of it! Yes baby, yes!! Take those clothes off again!!! He'll help~! 😘

When he's not staring at them “totally respectfully,” then he's inviting them out to pool parties or begging them to take him riding...

There are parts of horseback riding he doesn’t like, the smell and the jostling specifically, but there is a kind of… romance to it, no?

He loves having the chance to snuggle up to the MC as they trot around the Devildom! It's so romantic, like they’re his knight in shining armor! (Or his demigod in a damp swimsuit, either works. 😏)

His Devilgram is just full of selfies of him and MC riding on the back of Sunset or sitting by the edge of the pool or them in the middle of a swim meet…

Yeah his Devilgram is now a one part him and one part MC-Appreciation account.

After the pact he'll eventually cool down some and stop staring at them like a sex-object, but even then he'll be at every swim meet. Don't you worry~

Beelzebub 

He actually really likes them! It's great to finally have another athlete in the House. 😊

The MC joined the RAD swim team just as soon the coach was able to convince Diavolo that having the child of a water god wasn't completely cheating... 

Since swim and fangol practice ends at about the same time, they walk home together a lot and complain about... sports things... (Forgive me, I don’t know sports. Uhm... Rival teams? Coaches? That one drill everyone hates? Stuff like that.)

Beel also can surf, skate, and snowboard so the two have a healthy competition going. They're about on equal footing so they tie often (except in surfing but Beel doesn't think that should count cause they’re probably cheating).

The only thing that he has to watch out for is Sunset… As in, he has to watch himself around Sunset because he absolutely could eat her on accident… 

Look, he doesn't want to and he doesn't even like horse meat that much, but even he has to admit there are times he gets hungry enough to consider it…

Of course, he knows that if he ever did Satan would rip him limb from limb then the MC would drown the rest so he really, really tries to control himself… but still… She’s a very healthy horse...

At least he didn’t try to sell her like Mammon. The MC hung him over a shark tank for that stunt… He’d feel bad, but Mammon kind of had it coming.

Belphegor 

The first time they met, the MC smelled like beach water and called him "dude-bro…" He didn't like his prospects.

For a while, he genuinely thought that they had a lump of sand where their brain was. They were just too chill!! Here he was saying that he's being held captive and they were like, "Well that sucks, man… I'll help ya, but I've got practice tomorrow. You can wait, right?"

It's not like he expected them to jump on top of it, but some urgency would have been nice…

When they eventually got around to helping him, he was actually looking forward to choking the life out of them for the extra wait. Unfortunately, they apparently had a horse…

Yeah, Belphie found out just a bit too late that the MC could summon their steed to them whenever they wanted and ended up with Sunset's hooves firmly bucking into his back for his trouble…

What followed was Belphegor running circles around the attic from the weapon-totting MC riding their terrifying murder horse until Lucifer finally intervened....

Thank the gods he wasn’t near any water….

As it would turn out later, as long as he's not being held captive in an attic Belphie kind of vibes with their laid-backness… They say they approach life "one wave at a time" or something.

He could care less about what that actually means, but what it translates to is "Stop stressing out and just keep chill" which he's all about.

Everybody should just chill out!... dude…. Nah, he'll let them stick to the “dude”-thing, it feels weird...