#(it is however intriguing af)

[thedrotter]

the latest teaser alongside the new version of undercover have really made the concept of haruka dying hit home... devastating 😭 how am I meant to keep going with my day if i cant listen to this boy sing about his mommy issues in that anguished voice of his. its so over💔💔💔

[nana-mania]

since it's canon that izana loves fishies, what if he meets his s.o in a waterpark (she ain't a fish enthusiast but was just dragged along by her girlfriends) and he kept staring at her as she stared at the aquarium full of fishes. (she's nonchalant af)

"WATERPARK ENCOUNTER" a coincidental meeting with his future wife..?

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : izana kurokawa

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fluff, fem!reader

THE giant aquarium stretched across the wall, filled with vibrant fish gliding through the water. Schools of neon tetras darted between the artificial coral, while larger koi and angelfish drifted lazily, their scales glistening under the dim blue lighting.

You, however, remained unimpressed.

Arms crossed, you stood before the display, scrutinizing the fish with a judging look. Your friends had dragged you here, claiming it would be “fun,” but all it had done was put you in a situation where you were now stuck staring at fish. What exactly was fun about this?

As you stared, you felt an odd sensation. The distinct feeling of being watched.

You shifted your gaze slightly and immediately locked eyes with someone across the tank. He was positioned at the other side of the aquarium, leaning against the railing, his silver hair catching the glow of the water. His sharp yet dangerously beautiful lilac eyes were focused directly on you, his expression unreadable yet strangely intense.

Most people would have awkwardly looked away after being caught staring. But this guy? He didn’t.

Fine. If he wanted to play that game, so be it.

You stared back.

Seconds passed. Then a full minute.

Neither of you blinked. Neither of you looked away. The fish continued swimming between you, entirely unaware of the silent battle of wills taking place.

Eventually, you were the one to break the silence. “Enjoying your sightseeing so far?”

The corners of his lips twitched slightly, as if amused. “Yeah. You?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m just judging the fish ‘cause I’m bored. My friends dragged me here for some reason.”

“Hm.” He didn’t sound surprised, nor did he question it. Instead, he glanced at the aquarium briefly before looking back at you. “What’s your verdict?”

“The koi are the only ones that look decent. Everything else is just floating around, doing nothing.”

“Sounds like you’re describing half the people here.”

That actually got a small exhale from you—too short to be considered a real laugh, but close enough. You tilted your head, regarding him. He was… interesting. And, considering your current situation, maybe a potential escape route.

Without much thought, you asked, “Wanna go eat something?”

His eyes narrowed, as if trying to decipher your motive. “Why?”

“Revenge.”

Now he was intrigued. “On?”

“My friends. They dragged me here, so I’m gonna disappear and let them freak out for a bit.”

A pause. Then, after a moment’s consideration, he gave a slow nod. “Alright.”

And just like that, he fell into step beside you as you walked off, leaving behind the aquarium and your unwitting friends.

The café inside the waterpark was a cozy, semi-outdoor setup, offering a decent selection of snacks and drinks. You and the white-haired stranger sat across from each other at a small table, a plate of pastries and two iced drinks between you.

“So,” you started, stirring your drink lazily with your straw. “Who are you?”

“Izana,” he answered casually. He didn’t offer a last name, nor did he seem to care if you recognized it or not.

You hummed, leaning back in your seat. “Izana. Cool name.”

He tilted his head, watching you. “And you?”

"Y/n." You told him your name, and he nodded as if committing it to memory.

For a while, the conversation drifted from topic to topic in an unexpectedly effortless way. He wasn’t overly talkative, but he responded smoothly, his dry wit making the conversation surprisingly enjoyable. You told him about how your friends dragged you here against your will, and he admitted that he came alone—just to see the fish.

“You actually like fish that much?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. “Yeah. They’re quiet. Peaceful.”

“Unlike people?”

A ghost of a smirk played on his lips. “Exactly.”

You studied him for a moment, realizing that, despite his sharp and almost intimidating appearance, he had a strangely calming presence. You could see why he liked fish—they moved with the same silent, effortless grace he did.

“Guess you’re more passionate about this place than I am,” you mused.

Izana shrugged. “Maybe. But you still came here.”

“Against my will.”

“You still came.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, you took a bite of your pastry, only for a bit of powdered sugar to land on the corner of your mouth. You didn’t notice it, but Izana did.

Before you could react, he leaned over the table, raising a hand. His thumb brushed against the corner of your lips, wiping the sugar away.

You froze mid-chew.

He didn’t say anything about it, simply returning to his drink as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

You, on the other hand, were left staring at him. “Did you just—”

“There was sugar,” he said simply.

Your brain short-circuited for a second before you swallowed your food. “…You could’ve just told me.”

“Easier this way.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but he only smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction.

“…You’re a bold one, huh?” you muttered, shaking your head.

“Depends.” He took another sip. “You’re not running away.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Why would I? You’re entertaining.”

Izana chuckled under his breath, the sound low and amused. “Glad to know.”

At some point, the conversation shifted to the people around you. You both started making sarcastic comments about random park-goers—like the kid aggressively trying to eat an ice cream bigger than his face, or the couple who were clearly on an awkward first date.

You didn’t know when, but at some point, Izana had leaned his elbow against the table, resting his chin in his palm as he watched you with that same unreadable look from earlier.

“You’re interesting,” he remarked suddenly.

You raised an eyebrow. “Am I?”

“Yeah. Thought you’d be more boring at first.”

You huffed. “Rude.”

“But I was wrong,” he continued smoothly, not even fazed. “You’re blunt but fun. And you didn’t hesitate to drag me along for food.”

You shrugged. “You were staring first.”

He chuckled at that, but before he could respond, the distant sound of your friends’ voices calling your name echoed through the café.

Izana glanced toward the entrance, then back at you. “Time to return to them?”

You sighed dramatically. “Looks like it.”

“Want me to disappear?”

You considered it for a moment before shaking your head. “Nah. I wanna see how they react.”

Sure enough, when your friends spotted you—sitting comfortably with a stranger, laughing over drinks—they rushed over, demanding to know where you’d been.

You just sipped your drink, watching them with an amused look. “Oh, you know. Just enjoying the fish.”

Izana smirked beside you, taking another sip of his drink.

Something told you this wouldn’t be the last time you saw him.

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this scenario! likes, interaction and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

[soullessdianthus]

Could we get some pervy soap or ghost 👀👀

You got me hooked on pervy Konig 🥵

A/N: Your wish has been granted. (≖⌣≖)

Warnings: cocky, playboy MacTavish who is possessive af (he has no shame), nsfw (choking?, ass slapping, exhibitionism, shower sex, masturbation, creampie, rough sex as punishment)

My requests are open for I don’t know how long (as I have a lot of work lately)! ٩(^ᗜ^)و Just please read the disclaimer (pinned post)! Send requests HERE ✉︎

✧°. John was a pretty popular guy in his school years. And he knew he was quite handsome too, so he never really complained about the lack of girl’s attention. Things got a little different when he enrolled in the British military. 

✧°. As he reached his twenties, Johnny wasn’t satisfied with teasing all these other recruits in a hall or a canteen. Especially, because it rarely ended with sex, almost never. He was a busy man with loads of obligations around the base. It could be certainly said that he changed a little and grew out of the playboy phase. 

✧°. For a while at least.

✧°. But the lack of previously mentioned intimacy almost drove him nuts. Perv!Soap was a simple man, he just needed to blow off some steam, you know?

✧°. Then one lucky day, a group of new recruits came into the training grounds and you certainly got his attention. A pretty thing that smiled to him as you walked by Sergeant MacTavish. 

✧°. Johnny felt like his veins were flooding with testosterone again, the mere sight of your curves, made his cock throb. None of the other women soldiers intrigued him so much. it had to be that innocent smile of yours.

✧°. So naturally, Perv!Soap offered you a little tour around the base, while keeping his hand on your lower back. He was just trying to be nice and give you a warm welcome, right? He seemed like a spark of joy!

✧°. He would find himself daydreaming about you, about what position he would put you in or what would he do to pull the sweetest screams out of your tight throat. 

✧°. His imagination was wild – you were just sweeping the dust to the tray while kneeling? John already was imagining you on your knees in front of him, begging for his cock, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth. 

✧°. Perv!Soap would be a bold type of man, whose intentions were crystal clear. He wanted to mark you as his as soon as possible. MacTavish couldn't bear the thought of other men laying their disgusting hands on you. He had to claim you first.

✧°. The perfect opportunity happened, when you came into the gym for a sparring session. Of course your good friend was there to train with you! Johnny invited you into a ring, before giving some advice. 

✧°. Being bigger and stronger than you, Soap made you stumble and fall more times than a fingers hand has. Yet, you kept standing up, willing to continue the sparring session. Perv!Soap enjoyed each minute he had your body within his firm grip, your front or back rubbing against him. It really riled him up.

✧°. So when he had you on the ground, laying atop of him and between his thighs in a tight chokehold, Johnny threw a couple of inappropriate jokes towards his friends who were watching the ring. They laughed and you tried to wiggle away once again.

✧°. “Hope yer gonna keep the spirit, bonnie. I like ‘em feisty.” He whispered into your ear, when your throat was being suffocated with his bicep. You struggled again, letting out a whine and a huff. Such an innocent sound, however it got John’s cock almost hard. You felt it digging into your lower back. 

✧°. Perv!Soap would make clear that you already belong to him. If some unfortunate soul dared to look at you in the wrong way, MacTavish would pin them to the wall and threaten them. Or, in a worse case scenario, he would just punch the wretch’s jaw or nose. Hard. 

✧°. Furthermore, when crossing him in the hallway, Soap wouldn’t bother with decency. If he had a desire to smack your plump ass, he wouldn’t hesitate. John would smile to himself, if he managed to pull a loud gasp out of you, when his strong palm struck your bum.

✧°. Perv!Soap’s confidence would only boost if he ever made you flustered. Which was often. With previously mentioned slaps or dirty words whispered into your ear. 

✧°. “Oh, bonnie. Let me fuck yer pretty tits, eh?”

✧°. “Good lass, learnin’ fast, aren’t we? Got me wonderin’, what else can I teach ya?” 

✧°. When it came to drinking outside the base, after a successful mission let’s say, Soap would rather sooner than later pull you into his lap. His thighs were more comfortable than a cheap chair and this way he could watch over you. 

✧°. Because he was a good friend and didn’t want anybody to throw a pill into your drink, right? Johnny called it a “scary dog privilege” when you sat at his thighs. But to be honest, for him it was a power move. Everyone else from your group acknowledged how protective Soap was over his girl.

✧°. Perv!Soap would sneak into your shower cabin and shush your loud gasp, before anyone could hear. He placed his big palm against your lower jaw and placed a finger over his lips. You were so cute, when you tried to cover your modesty, even now when both of you were completely naked. 

✧°. “Ya gotta help me, bonnie. I’ve got a problem.” John said to you, pointing at his painfully hard cock. Your face turned bright red.

✧°. “Now? Someone might hear us!” You yelled at him, keeping the whispering tone. Slowly your hand that was covering your breasts, loosened up and rested at the side of your body. Fuck it, he already seen enough. 

✧°. “Sh, sh, sh. Don’t ya worry, I’ll be quiet, eh?” 

✧°. Petrified or willingly, you allowed him to guide your smaller hand over his throbbing length. Soap stood close to you, his chest brushing against your perky nipples as the stream of warm water ran down your curves and his toned muscles. 

✧°. Perv!Soap showed you how to stroke him and where to squeeze him. As he predicted you were in fact a fast learner. Quickly you understood how he wanted to receive a handjob and you complied, encouraged by his hand sneaking to the side of your face. The other one was playing with your nipples. 

✧°. Sergeant was breathing heavily, huffing into your face just below his. He was getting closer, faster than ever before. You made him this soft, it was your hand that drove him into sweet like honey delirium. 

✧°. When he came, his cum spurted onto your palm and some landed on your stomach. Soap moaned, holding onto the shower stall on his left. 

✧°. However, the warm and thick liquid was washed away by the trickle of water. 

✧°. “That’s a good girl.” Johnny would be so cute and sweet on you, when you did whatever he asked you to.

✧°. But when you misbehaved or even unwittingly flirted with another soldier, Perv!Soap would be rather rough and tough with you, shoving you into the closest, empty storage in the base.

✧°. Johnny would push your face against the wall, tightly gripping your wrists behind your back. He didn’t care when you scowled and whined at him. Soap kicked your feet further apart, before he started to grind against your ass. 

✧°. “You belong to me, remember? Only I can fuck your tight cunny, lass.” 

✧°. Perv!Soap didn’t care that you mumbled out an apology, he wanted to make a point here – to show you were his little fucktoy. 

✧°. So he pushed his way between your puffy folds without any preparations, John knew you would take him anyways. He wasn’t so sweet and gentle about the intercourse, not at all.

✧°. Soap set a fast and rough pace that made each of his powerful thrust borderline painful. Balancing between the soreness and pleasure. One of his hands kept your wrists restrained, while the other hand grabbed a fist full of your hair, forcing you to arch your back for him.

✧°. Your slightly suppressed moans and whines were music to his ears, only encouraging him to keep thrusting into your tight cunt.

✧°. And just before his actions made you and him orgasm, he pulled out of you and nestled his cock between your puffy folds. Ropes of thick cum covered your pussy and instantly began dripping onto your underwear.

✧°. Perv!Soap would pull your panties back up to their place, clinging tightly against your wet sex. Somehow you were conflicted and couldn’t decide if you were disgusted by the feeling of his semen smearing across your labia or were you aroused. 

✧°. “Go on, now.” Johnny told you, slapping your clothed ass in a gentler manner. 

✧°. “But–”

✧°. “If any bastard would try to sneak their hand into your panties, they’ll know, who this cunny belongs to, yes? I marked it.”

[tinfoil-jones]

...Would AF and JF ever watch Science Time with Dr. Pine? XD

Context: Science Time with Dr Pine is an au by @aroace-get-out-of-my-face, where Stan lands a job as the voice/puppeteer for a popular muppet-like character in a kids show. And the joke is that Ford not only instantly recognizes his voice, but he hates the puppet 'Dr Pine', seeing it as Stanley mocking him.

Jerk Ford doesn't like kids shows. He doesn't really like a lot of fiction stuff in general (Hence why he and Anti Ford usually watch National Geographic together). His only exceptions being sci-fi and fantasy.

Also, puppets creep him out, reminds him too much of Bill.

If Anti Ford happened to have Interdimensional Cable installed at his house and they came across the show, Jerk Ford would either ask him to change the channel, or he'd just ignore the show and read a book or newspaper or something.

Anti Ford, however, would be intrigued because they can both tell by the voice that it must be a Stanley variant voicing the puppet. And he would appreciate the child friendly approach to science even if he isn't much of a scientist himself.*

He's probably introduce it to his grand niblings Anti Dipper and Anti Mabel when they visit him and Anti Stan for the summer

*Anti Ford is the opposite of Ford in terms of personality and goals, but to be his opposite he is also his equal. So he is also a genius with a high intelligence just like most Fords. He has twelve PhD's as well, but while most Fords are primarily scientists, eleven of Anti-Fords PhD's are in things they would see as 'useless': Literature, Media Literacy, Politcal Science, Film Studies, and other social studies / arts type degrees. He has only one science degree and its in an insanely technical and advanced subject like Fourth Dimensional Physics or some shit like that and that's how he was able to build his portal.

[yanderecrazysie]

One Chance (Yandere Tendou)

Thank you so much for commissioning me! I had a lot of fun writing Tendou and I love the nicknames you suggested. I don’t think I’ll ever picture him calling Reader any generic nicknames ever again lol it’ll always be miracle girl and my paradise

I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be tagged, so let me know if you would like to be tagged and what account to tag and I’ll fix it!

Title: One Chance

Pairings: Tendou Satori x Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, chubby reader

You had two tries. The third would send an alert to Tendou’s phone and not allow you to make any more guesses.

You had played the long game for so long. Behaving until the chain grew longer and longer and finally ceased to exist, allowing you to explore the house he’d trapped you in. The windows were impossible to break and the only exit had a number pad with an unknown code to get out.

Tendou hadn’t always been this way- no, scratch that, he kind of had always been creepy to you.

The two of you had met in your final year of high school, when you had transferred to Shiratorizawa. You had a love for volleyball, but didn’t play it yourself. You had heard Shiratorizawa’s team was the best of the best and, after watching them play the first semester and make their way to nationals, they proved that to you.

While their ace certainly stood out, another player drew your attention and interest more. Tendou Satori… tall, red-headed, wide-eyed, and eccentric, it was impossible to miss him. You weren’t sure you’d call him handsome, but he certainly had his odd charms.

You started to go to their practices alongside a couple friends. While your friends wanted to catch hot guys shirtless, you just wanted to watch volleyball. And maybe decipher the strange redhead like he was a puzzle you hadn’t finished.

Unfortunately for you, Tendou was much more observant than you gave him credit for. When one of his teammates complimented how well he was playing lately, he took you by surprise when he tilted his head back, made eye contact with you, and said, “I always feel 100% when my miracle girl watches me. Your round cheeks felt like they were on fire at his words.

1994, the year he was born, if your math was right. You type it in and are met with a loud buzzing sound. One try left.

You didn’t think Tendou knew you existed until that moment. From then on, however, Tendou began to acknowledge you each practice, in the hallways, and even during games, where he flashed you peace signs- somehow knowing exactly where you were sitting, despite the huge crowd.

You brushed it off as harmless flirtation at first. You weren’t exactly cover girl- you were a bit chubby and you didn’t do much with your hair. So why? Why did he insist on calling you his “miracle girl”?

He knew everything about you, without you sharing them with him. Your favorite food, drink, song, movie, etc. And when you demanded to know where he got that information, he’d shrug and say “Just guessed!”

Your friends teased you about his obvious crush. You laughed along, even when you were feeling more and more uneasy. His wide-eyed gaze stayed on you for much too long, “miracle girl” felt too much like a lover’s nickname, and he was just so… eccentric.

Then came the day he confessed his feelings for you.

What about your birth date? Surely he wouldn’t choose something so obvious, right? You entered each number with trembling fingers.

“I like you,” he said breathlessly. Whether he was out of breath from winning against Aoba Johsai or it was nerves, you’d never know.

The gym was silent- everyone had already left, except for you, since Tendou had asked you to stay behind. You suddenly wished everyone was still there, even if that would turn out to be embarrassing for the two of you.

Well, you weren’t the type to lead someone on or date someone you weren’t interested in. You were fascinated by Tendou, intrigued even. But… like?

“I’m sorry,” you winced, “I don’t feel the same.”

You couldn’t remember what happened after that.

DING! 

“Door unlocked.” the robotic female voice informed you.

—----------------------------------------------------

Your heart stopped, barely able to believe your luck. The house was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by forest and electric fences. However, there was one gate, from what you could tell from the second floor. The driveway led directly through the trees to that gate.

You had several hours before Tendou returned home- you knew he had gone off to work, as he always did on the weekdays. It was how you kept track of time. 

The gravel of the driveway crunched under your shoes. There was no point in running- you weren’t really in shape and it’d just tire you out. Besides, you had plenty of time.

The air was cold, which didn’t help the goosebumps already on your skin. You thought of going back for a jacket but, now that you had left the house, you couldn’t bring yourself to even look back at your former prison.

You walked down the driveway for an uneventful three minutes when something stopped you in your tracks. The sound of crunching gravel under something much bigger than a human could be heard ahead.

Tendou was coming home early.

You shot off into the woods framing the driveway, throwing yourself behind a tree. You peeked around it just barely, praying that you were wrong. There was no way he’d get home so early.

Sure enough, the familiar red pickup truck came slowly down the driveway, the sound of gravel under its wheels sending shivers down your spine. Then, when the truck was right in front of your tree, it came to a stop.

You put a hand over your mouth and held your breath. The car door opened and someone climbed out. You could hear each footstep in the gravel and the soft squish of shoes on wet grass.

“You can come out from behind that tree,” Tendou’s voice was almost playful, “I know you’re there.”

You closed your eyes and tried to keep your breathing even. There was no way he knew where you were. He was just bluffing!

Tendou let out a loud sigh and walked towards the tree you were hiding behind. Before you could decide between staying put and running, he peeked around the tree and grabbed your wrist.

“That was a terrible idea… Don’t you know what they used to call me in high school?”

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to hold back tears. You had one chance and you had messed it all up.

“They used to call me Guess Monster, and why is that, do you think?”

Your voice came out as a croak, “So you just guessed I was escaping and hiding here?”

Tendou laughed and said, “Lucky guess, huh?”

Tears spilled down your round cheeks and you wiped at them with your free hand. A little sob escaped your lips. “I just want to go home!”

Tendou frowned and pulled you close, putting his mouth close to your neck and whispering, “I’m sorry, but I can never let you go, my paradise.”

“Now,” he said, scooping you into his arms as though you were weightless, “Let’s get my little miracle girl back where she belongs.”

[vampireimiko]

Johnny Cage with a fem reader who matches his vibe? 👀

Cocky AF

warnings, NONE :3

note, im literally johnny cage 🙏🏾

Johnny Cage, the Hollywood A-lister, was used to being the center of attention. Meaning, he was used to always getting what he wanted. Whether it was a role, some kind of artifact, or just a classic cliche, the girl. However, when he encountered you, a fellow star who effortlessly matched his charisma and vibe, he found himself captivated by a kindred spirit. Your ability to navigate the Hollywood scene with the same flair and confidence as him intrigued the actor.

You knew how Johnny was before you started filming alongside him. But you also knew how to handle yourself and deal with him, because well, the both of you were alike. Both gorgeous, big Hollywood stars, and known players.

Most girls and men would instantly throw themselves at him if Johnny so much as breathed near them. But not you, which is why he was intrigued. Of course, you'd flirt with him here and there, but you never pursued anything. As a seasoned professional and someone who knew how to handle themselves, you decided to keep a degree of distance, at least until the project was closer to completion.

Johnny, not accustomed to this level of restraint, decided to take it as a challenge. He enjoyed your banter, the way you matched his wit, and the fact that you treated him as an equal rather than a Hollywood heartthrob.

So with that being said, he decided to ask you out under the guise of just 'two coworkers having a coffee'.

"How nice of you to invite me out for coffee, Johnny. It's quite the change from your usual grand gestures," you quipped, a playful smirk on your face as you sipped your drink.

Johnny Cage leaned back, a charming grin on his face. "Well, you know me, always up for trying something new. Plus, I figured we could use a break from the set drama and paparazzi."

As you continued to banter, Johnny subtly shifted the conversation towards more personal topics. You found yourself sharing stories and laughter, realizing that beneath the Hollywood glitz, Johnny was more than just a charismatic actor. He was genuine, funny, and surprisingly easy to talk to.

"And then I told her-" Johnny was interrupted mid story by your phone ringing.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I have to take this! It's my agent." You apologized, before getting up to take the call.

"No worries," Johnny said with a casual wave. "Hollywood waits for no one."

As you stepped away to take the call, Johnny took a moment to observe you. He couldn't deny the intrigue that had grown between you two during the coffee outing. He was immensely attracted to you no doubt, he also couldn't deny the connection he felt he had developed with you in such a short time.

When you returned, it was unfortunately time for you to leave as you had an interview to attend.

"Guess Hollywood waits for you too," Johnny teased, though there was a genuine disappointment in his tone. The brief encounter had left an impression, and Johnny found himself looking forward to the next opportunity to spend time with you.

As you gathered your things, Johnny stood up, a signature grin on his face. "Well, don't let the interviewers steal you for too long. We've got a movie to finish, and who knows, maybe we can continue this fascinating conversation sometime?"

You giggled, returning his energy. "Of course, handsome. Until next time," you said giving him a kiss on the cheek and a giving him a flirtatious wave while walking away.

Johnny watched you leave, a mix of amusement and anticipation in his eyes. Your playful demeanor and the kiss on the cheek only fueled his curiosity and interest. As you walked away, he couldn't help but flash his signature grin, a touch of genuine excitement in his expression.

"Until next time," he called after you, his words carrying a hint of flirtatious charm.

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐘𝐘𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐢𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥) 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[darkita11]

Carol crumbs cause it's been a busy week 💦

Slightly deeper analysis below ↴

LM: This little kid won't stop getting in the way since the 80's! He's getting tired of seeing him but he can't help but feel intrigued by his strength

GJ: They've shared a couple words on the waiting room at the neurologist, though Carol only goes bc he goes to moshpits and shows up lightheaded on training the next day

VK: Carol thinks that the retired military to boxer thing is pretty metal, VK is happy to tell him his stories (also slight crush on VK bc he's still a self insert of mine 😼)

DK: Disco is better at the dancefloor than the ring, Carol is the opposite. Carol has gone to a few kickboxing classes with Disco for fun (they were a mesa) and they enjoy learning each other's dance styles

KH: Carol has asked him to teach him how to growl like him, "your voice is so metal" King Hippo doesn't really understand what he means tho

PH: Piston often helps Carol cool down if he gets too intense. Have gone to a Babymetal concert together. Btw Carol is friends with everyone in the Mayor circuit :D

BH: Friends. Kinda like a cool uncle to Carol, "you can't not get along with this guy!". They have fun at the grill

GT: Friends, though Tiger seems to get along better with his clones so they're not very close

DF: As fellow Spanish speakers early on the WVBA friendship was quick to spark. However their rankings on the latest instalment made Carol jealous, and rivalry was a lot more evident. Don would shove on his face how popular he was amongst women and how cool his Mayor circuit belt looks on him too. Outside the ring they're still good friends tho! The chase of the champion title is the one thing turning their friendship a bit rocky

AR: Two crazy freaks bonding over national dances and aggressive fighting style? Yeah

BB: He's aware that his whole character is about being intimidating and strong like a wild animal but thinks he takes it a bit too far. Carol's character also plays that role but messing with the ref and throwing dumbbells to the public is just disrespectful. He's thought that maybe there's something underneath that facade but it's just hard to see through him.

SP: They've shared one too many drinks before but they end up too hungover to remember they're friends or had a great time last night

SMM: They have clashing personalities. However one day they're calling each other names and the next one they're doing silly stuff like dancing or putting makeup on together. They both seem to have a single braincell that pair up in random moments.

MS: Carol grew up admiring Mr Sandman's intimidating personality and incredible strength. He was scared af to actually meet him in the WVBA but after his crushing defeat (Expected) he turned out to be a chill guy! They listen to heavy metal and go to concerts together, Carol helped him pick his theme for the Wii instalment too. They like to blast metal at the gym to have it all for themselves

DL: Carol rarely talks to Mac soo how's he supposed to know anything beyond that?

R: He kinda misses Mario cause he wouldn't let any of the boxers shove him or throw him off the ring. Doesn't like his lack of authority pretty much

C: I mean he's already friends with Don so how wouldn't he know his gf

[the-fiction-witch]

A Visit

Media House Of The Dragon

Character Daemon Targaryen

Couple Daemon X Reader (Named Alyssa Targaryen. Sister of Rhaenyra and Daughter of Viserys)

Rating Flirty Af

Incest (Niece X Uncle), medieval marriage, Underage (Characters are over age of concept but discuss times when underage), sexual discussion.

Daemon was sat at his desk doing his least favourite task of all tasks, paperwork. The castle of Dragonstone about him, the fire singeing with a few cracks and pops. He heard a knock at the door and lifted his head. His cropped white hair fell into his face, “In.” he snapped his tone brash and inviting. Enters Alyssa, his niece, daughter of his brother King Viserys, and younger sister of Rhaenyra. She comes in nervously but smiling as she always did, in an exquisite black ballgown with embroidered red dragon scales. He noticed she had been riding, as her hair was up in a tight braid from ride on her dragon ‘starling’. 

He looked at her with an intrigued look eyebrow raised for a moment, but as he always did for Alyssa he somewhat exposed the deeper insides. "Alyssa, And what brings you to Dragonstone?" 

"I fancied a visit. Home has been... Trying,"

With a curious expression on his face he tilted his head, "Trying?"

"Mhm, father and sister are fighting again."

“When aren’t they,”

“True,”

"Do you feel safer here, being far away from them?"

"I do. I always feel safer with you," she smiled as she fixed a fly away behind her ear, 

"That's rather nice to hear, I must say. I suppose it makes me feel more at ease knowing you are safe with me. Where their arguments can’t get you.”

“Very much so,”

“Why do you feel safe with me?"

"you’re comforting I suppose," she blushed, their eyes met across the room and for a moment the sound of the fire was all that echoed through Dragonstone's cold halls, "may I?" She looks to the desk, 

A slight smirk appearing on Daemon’s face. He was curious to see how willing she was, so he said nothing, simply nodding his head.

She smiled and came closer to his desk sitting on the corner, Daemon's smirk remained on his face as his niece approached him and decided to sit right next to him. Merely inches from him her thigh barely an inch from his hand, He continued to work on the papers and letters on his desk, not paying much attention to her presence. He knew really that all she wanted, was attention, The only reason she was truly here was because her father and sister were bickering, her stepmother was busy with babies and she was left in the keep without attention. And Daemon had always been her favourite for attention, Her his favourite for attention too. 

However, no matter how much he tried he was still aware that she was there, he was curious as to exactly where she intended to go with her flirtation today, and how far she would go until he snapped and gave her what she wanted.

"Father's been talking again..."

"About what,”

“I can’t,”

“You here… no spies and rats here Alyssa, tell me all about it, if you so wish."

"About me getting married,"

Daemon's eyebrow raised the thought of his young niece being married off made him feel uncomfortable, With his feelings toward her and the matter clear. He was about to say something to protest the idea, yet he stopped himself.

"Not fond of that idea?”

"I'd be happy to be married," she nodded,

Daemon's eyes narrowed, as he tried to put together what she was saying. Her words had come off as quite contradictory, as she said that she would be happy to be married, yet he knew that wasn’t what she wanted. 

"just... Not to anyone my father picks,"

He chuckled there was surely an endless list of reasons why she would be unhappy with any of the grooms her father would no doubt pick for her. There was no doubt that Viserys had his own image in mind of the perfect husband for her. And there was doubt that image had any resemblance to what Alyssa wants or more… who she wants. "Something you've tried discussing with him?"

"mhm,"

"And how has that gone for you?”

"he made the guards lock me in my room." She smiled, 

He laughed, “For how long?”

"Technically... I'm still locked in my room." She giggled as she gently adjusted his hair,

He brushed a lock of his white hair away from his face after she had accidentally moved it out of the place he wanted it, 

"So, you've been in there for how long now?" Daemon asked, with another playful smirk forming on his face.

"four hours or so,"

Daemon chuckled once again, as he couldn't help but be amused. He couldn't deny the fact that he was enjoying himself with her visit. 

"How’d you get out? Red Keep is one of the most impressive castles I’m the realm,” He joked,

“Secrets,” Alyssa giggled, 

Daemon's smirk remained, as he couldn't help but to feel happy that he had Alyssa’s entire attention, the feeling of which certainly made him feel slightly prideful. While she was playing with his hair, he decided to play along, and he shifted his position to make it easier for her to reach his hair for a while he merely worked, and she merely sat the two keeping each other company. 

"I miss you," Alyssa broke the silence but it quickly returned, 

Daemon paused, and as his grin remained on his face, he looked away just momentarily. Despite knowing she was likely just being playful, felt quite touched to hear such words. Alyssa sits silently waiting for a response reading his every expression no matter how small. 

Eventually, Daemon looked back at her, and he couldn't help but give her a warm smile. 

"I miss you too,” He said,  “How could a beautiful and charming lady such as yourself miss her uncle?" he teased, 

"I know but I miss when we both lived in Kings Landing. I used to see you everyday,” she slightly pouted, 

"Yes... I confess I miss those days as well. There are times that I wish we could go back to those days, if only for just a bit."

"I go back there often, in my dreams."

"Dreams? You dream of us going back to those days?”

"I do,"

"So, how often do you dream of me?” He smirked feeling cocky, 

"Every other day"

"And do you... Do you enjoy these dreams of ours?"

"very very much" she cooed as she moved from playing with his hair to stroking down his cheek and down his jaw to his chin, 

As his body began to reach, It took quite a lot of effort for him to stay still and calm.

"Don't you ever dream of me?" 

Daemon's eyebrow raised as he heard her he now realized that she was trying to provoke a response from him. 

"Are you trying to make me admit something, dear niece?"

"Maybe Uncle Daemon," she cooed as childishly as possible kicking her feet as she sat on the desk, 

Daemon's expression shifted to one of amusement, as she had now turned this entire flirtation into a somewhat childlike game in meer seconds but she learnt from the best. 

"So, you're demanding that I admit the obvious?”

"mhm,"

Daemon began to cave, "You're going to keep whining until I admit it?”

"pretty please" she begged,

Daemon chuckled at her pleading, "Fine, I admit it. I have been missing you as well I have wished you here, and I have dreamt of you,"

"Ummm!” she moved and sat on his leg her head on his shoulder as she whined and pouted “I wish I still got to see you every day. I wish father would let me stay here with you," 

"Oh, is that so?”

"no, I like it here. On dragonstone with you"

"Really? What is it that you like so much about it here on Dragonstone?"

"here has you,"

Daemon's heart and cheeks were both becoming quite warm from her words. "Really?"

"mhm, I'd be anywhere so long as I got to see you"

"Anywhere...? Truly?"

"anywhere, the wall, Winterfell, Dorne, Kings Landing, DragonStone, Old Town, Ashi, anywhere at all so long as it has you and somewhere for karaks and Starling to sleep"

"So, you'd be happy to go as far as Essos, just to be with me?"

"I'd go as far as east as east goes and a west as west goes,"

Her words were so simple, yet he was truly quite touched by her response. It made Daemon feel a little bit bad, as he imagined some of the lengths she would go to just to see him again. And just how much he may be taking her devotion for granted. "So... You mean it? You'd go anywhere for me?"

"Anywhere!"

"Alright, I have one final question then dear niece. If you were to go anywhere, anywhere in the world with me, where would you choose?"

"here."

"Is that so? You'd stay right here?"

"I would, starling likes it here"

"are you sure you'd truly want to stay here forever with me?"

"I would very much Daemon," she cooed nuzzling into his neck for a cuddle

Daemon's breath hitched slightly as she nuzzled against his neck but the nuzzle had also felt quite intimate and personal in its own way. Daemon couldn't help but feel his heart thumping in his chest, As she continued to nuzzle, Daemon felt the urge to move her head so she wasn't pressed against his neck. But a part of him didn't want her to move from that position, as the embrace was starting to become somewhat intoxicating. He just couldn't help but want her to keep up this sweet affection of hers.

"will you tell me? About the steps stones? Father won't tell me since he's been home."

Daemon laughed and began to speak of the Stepstones his hand came from his desk and sat on her thigh stroking her dress and its embroidery. She nodded and listened watching his mouth as he explained every detail, 

"I'm sure you fought very bravely" she smiled taking his hand

"If I may say so myself, I did fight very bravely during the Stepstones."

"ummm..." She nodded as she pressed a kiss to his jaw, 

The kiss on his jaw had immediately caused quite the reaction from Daemo. He stopped his conversation with her, but that kiss she gave had caused it to increase at a more rapid rate. 

"How a sweet, innocent young princess such as yourself knows how to be so… seductive”

"Well... I'm just using what you taught me," she whispered giving his jaw more kisses,

Daemon nearly chuckled as she gave him more kisses on his jaw, as they sent shivers of excitement down his spine. His smile widened even further as he gave her a look to tell that he got what she meant.

"I see, so I suppose you learned well,”

"you think I did?'

Daemon's smile was now at it's widest, as he felt quite happy to be reminded of the girl she once was… and the woman she now was, and how much of hand he paid in making her such. 

"I think you did. Well… you had the best teacher,”

“I did,” she nodded,  "I... Have to admit I did tell a little fib"

“Did you lie to me Alyssa?” He smirked, 

"I didn't just come visit Just because I missed you"

"Oh? What was your true motivation for coming to see me?"

"My father is getting pushy about me getting married so..."

No others words needed to pass their lips, they both knew of what she spoke, 

"So you were hoping that if you came here to see me, we may end up marrying?"

"mhm, like you promised. When I was little" she Smiled

Daemon couldn't help but feel a strange flutter in his chest once she mentioned his promise to her. He had joked with her so long ago that he would marry her when she was older. To hear her mention that now, made him quite taken aback and made him wonder if she really did find his words serious.

"Do you truly wish this?”

"Of course do!"

His eyebrows cocked even higher at her immediate answer. He couldn't help but feel very flustered. She had just told him that she wanted to marry him, and Daemon was now questioning whether it was something he was truly going to do. It was indeed quite captivating an idea of her being his bride, in his bed chamber again. 

"is it... Not what you want?" She asked sadly

Daemon was left speechless when she continued to press him. He didn't want to tell her the whole truth, but he could see the sadness begin to appear on her face. She was quite perceptive despite being so innocent, so he needed to tell her his answer. Daemon gulped and took a small breath as he began to respond.

"In the past I had promised you that I would marry you, yet that was before you were even a woman. Now... you are an adult, an attractive woman. The thought of marrying you is... quite tempting."

"so we should get married then!"

She was quite insistent on this promise that they made so long ago. There was absolutely no denying that she was attractive, and the idea of him making love to her was quite a tempting notion. Yet even with all that, Daemon knew that he should really think about this fully before he did anything. Once married she would truly be his, but he was wondering if he truly wanted something so big like that to happen.

“It isn’t that simple Alyssa.”

"... You promised. You promised your marry me. You always said you would. You said I was your princess. You used to give me kisses in the gardens. You used to cuddle me by the fireplace. You used to sit me on your lap in councils. You used to chase me around the training yard tickling me and cutting my dresses. You used to come into my room when I had nightmares and give me kisses. You have been came to comfort me the day I flowered and... Made me feel... Ever so much better. You... You always said you'd marry me, that you loved me. All these years I loved you, you knew I loved you, and you encouraged me... Now I'm a woman ready to marry and... You don't want to?" She asked sternly sounding like a Targaryen even with small tears welling up in her eyes

"You're right... I did promise you that I would marry you and that I loved you. And it is true that I was always there for you in those past years. Yet now you're a woman. A beautiful woman who deserves to be cherished and protected. I care deeply for you, Alyssa yet... I don't know if I truly love you the way that a husband should love his wife..."

"what are you talking about?"

"The way I feel about you now... is not the same way that a husband should love his wife. That is not to say that I do not value you. It's... it's just..." he said, "The way I feel towards you... It is not love. I do not love you like that. I never have. I've always felt lust around you. That is all. It was lust."

"... But you said you loved me..."

"I have always desired you. I have always seen you in an improper way..."

"... Look at me."

Daemon now slowly looked back up towards her. 

"when you look at me... Do you desire me?"

"Yes... I desire you. I cannot deny it as such. Your beauty... it's intoxicating."

"Do you think of how you used to kiss me and touch me? Did you enjoy it then?"

"I... I did... I enjoyed it... so much."

"If you could would you take me in your arms carry me to your bed chamber and ravish me?"

"Yes... If there was nothing holding us back... I would want nothing more than to satisfy your every desire."

"then why wouldn't you marry me? That is the life I want. To be here on dragonstone with you, go riding on our dragons and make love by the fire. That's all I want"

And in that moment, Daemon suddenly felt himself falter. He wanted nothing more than to take her into his arms and kiss her as if she was his true love. His guilt over their past was now almost non existent. The way she spoke of his desires and their lives together truly made him begin to believe it was right.

"Are... are you sure this is what you truly desire? Your whole life to be spent with me, a man with bad intentions who has... treated you wrong?"

"you didn't treat me wrong you were so sweet and loving to me always. I like to think you where just... Getting me ready early for your preferences" she cooed, "I don't care at all, so long as you care for me and want to be with me that's better then any other man in the seven kingdoms could ever give me"

"You really mean it? You really want me... even with the way I feel about you?"

"Mhm"

"I... I will marry you. I promise you right now that I'll make you my bride in the Seven Kingdoms."

she doesn't answer she meerly pulled his neck so their lips could meet Their kiss was filled with a warmth and passion that hadn't been felt by either of them before. It was as if this was the most important moment of both of their lives. Daemon couldn't get enough, as their kiss felt like nothing else he had ever felt before he could get lost in her embrace, as the warmth she brought him was something unlike anything he had ever felt before. All of his worries seemed to vanish as he felt his body grow more and more excited. Daemon's lips kept kissing her back, feeling her tongue meet his with such passion. It was the kind of kiss that both of them felt as if nothing else mattered but each other.

[mothwingwritings]

Your Yujiro x reader has been on my mind recently, and an interesting idea came into my head - what would happen if the reader somehow stumbled upon Yuichiro? What would he think of the whole situation, particularly because he is of a *very* different temperament than his son? Would he develop some sort of feelings for (reader)? I'm pretty sure Yujiro would be pissed to see his father meddling in things 😭

You're one of my fav writers on here!! Keep it up ❤︎ and make sure to take care of yourself ☺️

… I can’t believe I didn’t think of writing anything for Yuichiro before this ask lol. How could I write so much about the Hanma family’s favorite girl (you) and never mention Yuichiro???  Shame on me tbh, let’s change that now!

(And thank you for your kind words!!! You are very sweet! <3)

WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, noncon, past abuse, and stepcest.

If by some miracle act Yuichiro was able to obtain a corporeal form and once more walk amongst the living, he would be very intrigued by how far his lineage had come and what the Hanma’s were able to accomplish. Being the start of it all, he had a vague idea of how things most likely have progressed. There is no doubt that his unruly son has grown massively strong, and he’s sure that strength has caused countless problems for people near and far.

He was aware that Yujiro had children at this point, taking quite an interest himself in Baki and Jack’s development. Children weren’t always guaranteed to take after their parents, so it was always a delight when at least one of your offspring was able to carry on the family line with the strength and power you and your ancestors worked so tirelessly to cultivate. When Yuichiro found out that of all the children Yujiro had fathered, not just one, but two showed such immense potential? He was as pleased as he was proud, even more so to discover Baki and Jack lacked the level of belligerent arrogance that made their father an unbearably volatile presence to be around.

While he was taking note of his family line he happened upon a surprising outlier- you. He was at first puzzled by the fact that the Ogre, with all his rampant testosterone, was even able to produce a daughter. When he dug a little deeper and realized you were adopted into the family, while that in and of itself made sense, it left him with even more questions. Why would someone like Yujiro go out of his way to adopt someone else’s child, let alone a female, when he barely cared about the children he himself had brought into this world? Based on the limited knowledge he had of you, you didn’t have any kind of superior strength or secret, hidden abilities that may have spurred his son to take you under his wing. So how exactly did you become awarded with the name of Hanma?

The mystery became too intriguing to ignore, thus he sought you out.

The moment he saw you, he instantly began to understand your appeal. He kept his distance at first, not wanting to overwhelm you with his presence as he made his initial observations. From what he could gather, you were a thoughtful girl, kind and affable to your friends and strangers alike. He noted that you seemed a little jumpy, on edge in scenarios you should feel more at ease, and he worried that maybe he wasn’t concealing himself enough and you were catching on to his surveillance. You may not have Hanma blood in your veins, but you’ve been around them enough to recognize the specific aura they exude. He would need to be more careful, maybe conducting his research on you was best done through other means.

Hence, he decided to look into your relationships with his son and grandsons, hoping to get a better picture of who you were as a person and unravel the secret of how you became intertwined in their lives.

However, what he ended up finding out was not anything he ever expected.

As soon as he learned the horrific truth of how his family had handled you, the revolting nature in which not just his son, but his grandchildren, showed their ‘affection’ for you, he was at a loss for words. Yuichiro was beyond disgusted by their actions, particularly due to the fact that their aggressions were against an innocent woman who had no means of defending herself against the brutes that were incessantly at her heels.

Your jittery nature made complete sense now. You weren’t constantly on edge because you were a naturally excitable person- you were on edge as a defense mechanism. You had to be cautious around everyone for your own self-preservation, frightened that you may unwittingly be subjugating yourself and the people around you to extreme danger by being in a public space. The man who was supposed to be your father figure had assaulted you, hurting and scarring you in irreparable ways. The brothers that you loved and looked to for protection ended up having the same perversions as the man who had created them, betraying your trust in their attempts to force themselves upon you.

Disgusted wasn’t a strong enough word for what he had felt upon learning these revelations. His disappointment in his kin was immeasurable.

When he finally introduces himself to you, it’s apprehension that greets him in return. He can see the fear reflected in your eyes as you were faced with the instant realization of his strength the absolute power he held over not just you, but anyone who may step to him. Yuichiro was a complete stranger to you, in fact you probably hadn’t even seen a picture of him to make any sort of connection. But he could tell that within moments of making your acquaintance, you understood who he was. He was a Hanma, and therefore, he was a threat.

Seeing you cower before him, your whole body vibrating in a state of alarm, eyes darting around the vicinity as you tried to map an escape route should this meeting go south… it broke his heart. It wasn’t that he was immune to your charms, Yuichiro could definitely see the appeal of wanting to be close to you in an intimate manner, but to take you by force? To treat you so horribly, handle you so violently? It took all his power not to make his rage over the injustices you had faced show on his features, lest he frighten you further.

It took a while for you to warm up to him, but the relationship that blossomed was well worth the effort. You were a lovely person all around, beautiful in every sense of the word. The more he got to know you, the more he saw your true personality shine through, and the longer he spent with you, the more his affection for you grew.

Yuichiro had made his decision. You would be safe with him-completely and undeniably cared for under his watchful eye. He would be the father Yujiro never could be, the protector your brothers failed to be. He would become your family, a true family, and insure that you will never have to spend another day living in fear ever again.

In short, Yuichiro’s arrival would probably be the ONLY thing that would ultimately protect you from Yujiro and the rest of the Hanma family. This is great for you because he’s a man of his word, the moment you come under his care Yujiro’s entire existence is like a distant nightmare, and that is something you are exceedingly grateful for. However, you feel the absence of Jack and Baki much more profoundly, as you considered them to be your true family and still love them very deeply. Even though you know ultimately this arrangement is for the best, and you feel much safer and happier in Yuichiro’s care than you have ever felt with anyone else in your life, you still find yourself missing Jack and Baki greatly. Even with their betrayal shattering the last of your innocence, causing you deep and lasting scars, life without them still hurt, and you don’t think you’ll ever heal enough to ignore the pain.

… All this being said, it wouldn’t be on brand for me to answer this without fucking it up a little bit, right?

After some time living with Yuichiro, growing dependent on him for basic care and protection, his fondness for you begins to manifest in ways that are… shocking, even to Yuichiro himself. 

Maybe it was the long absence of a lover that began to steer his desires, or perhaps it was the sweet and selfless nature in which you offered your love to him? Who knew it would warm his heart so much to see you standing in the kitchen, sweet little apron tied around your waist as you hummed a little tune, hard at work preparing a new recipe you had picked out specifically to please him? All the little things you did without a second thought made is body and soul ache for you.

You were always cute, but when exactly did you become so irresistible to him?

It caught him off guard to feel a flutter in his stomach when he saw your smile or heard your laugh. At his age he figured he was far past feelings like this, especially with someone so much younger than himself, especially with you.

He didn’t expect the blush that dusted your cheeks when he entered the bath you were currently occupying to excite him as much as it did. He took great pride in the control he had over his body, keeping his emotions and desire in check was one of his strong suits. But seeing you there, bare and bashful, trying desperately to cover yourself while your eyes refused to linger on any part of his exposed body for too long… you were definitely testing his limits here, sweetheart.

Did you know how effortlessly beautiful you were? Did you realize just how tantalizing even the most innocent of your actions were? Would it upset you if he told you how pretty he found your body, as his eyes drank in every inch of skin you were working so hard to hide? Would it scare you if he helped you to understand just how much sway you had over not just his heart, but all of his wants and desires?

He had chided and scorned his family for their mistreatment of you, the sick, twisted feelings they pummeled you with not only threatened your existence, but were also a stain on the illustrious Hanma name. Yuichiro wanted nothing more than your happiness and your security, both were things he took great honor in providing to you, and he found his own joy in knowing you felt contentment with him after so much suffering. But he was starting to get an itch that was growing harder and harder to scratch. An itch he felt his kin was all too familiar with.

Maybe he’s not so different from his son and grandsons after all?

[bluerose5]

Pre-Veilguard Claudia/Emmrich Interactions

Note: This is a rough outline of some headcanons I have in mind for these two, regardless of what happens in my Veilguard playthroughs with Claudia (she/they). I just love exploring a Mourn Watch Rook x Emmrich dynamic so much and wanted to expand on it for a Rook that is older than what the game seems to imply. Claudia is also of Rivaini, Antivan, and Nevarran descent but was raised in Rivain, to clarify on that beforehand. For the part about their meetings, these are the major ones noted that happens over the span of years but I'm pretty sure there were plenty more sprinkled in, in between. :)

Timeline

8:99 Blessed: Emmrich Volkarin is born.

9:10 Dragon: Claudia Ardeen Rivero Vordalenski is born.

9:15 Dragon: Claudia's magic manifests. They begin their training in the Rivaini Circle of Dairsmuid.

9:26 Dragon: Showing exceptional skill, Claudia is allowed to undergo their Harrowing at a young age. (Headcanon/Note: Rivaini Harrowings are different compared to elsewhere. For those who are deemed candidates to become seers, they must survive being possessed by a spirit rather than avoid it entirely.) However, Claudia's rite of passage goes awry when the spirit that possesses them starts to turn into a demon. Since they are able to escape from its clutches (mostly) intact, they pass their Harrowing.

9:27 Dragon: Claudia requests an official transfer to study in the Necropolis. With the help of their father, a former guard of the Grand Necropolis, authorization is granted.

9:30 Dragon: Claudia first meets Emmrich when they are running late for their class, featuring him as a guest speaker.

9:37 Dragon: The Chantry explosion in Kirkwall occurs.

9:40 Dragon: The Circle of Dairsmuid in Rivain is annulled. Claudia's mother survives. Claudia returns home to speak with their father, but they ultimately avoid their mother and spends the majority of the mage-templar war tending to their duties in the Necropolis. (Their family situation is complicated, to say the least.)

9:41 Dragon: The events of Dragon Age: Inquisition begin. Rebel mages are freed, allies to the Inquisition.

9:52 Dragon: The events of Dragon Age: The Veilguard begin.

Meetings

First meeting: After a late night of experiments and study, Claudia (20 at the time) oversleeps again, arriving late to their class when Emmrich (31) is a guest speaker. He gives a lecture on reanimating corpses, and of course the topic of whether or not the departed's soul is involved comes up. A peer goads Claudia into answering, and Emmrich is both intrigued and impressed when they use their knowledge of spirits and their Rivaini perspective to address the matter. He manages to tell them as much after the lecture before another student pulls his attention away from them.

Second meeting: Not too long after their first meeting, they pass each other in one of the Necropolis' libraries, and Claudia is surprised that Emmrich even remembers them. While they talk, Claudia keeps hiding a book behind their back, and they eventually reveal it to be a copy of some of Emmrich's research on corpse whispering. He's flattered, of course, and offers to give Claudia a demonstration in person. After all, wouldn't that help develop a deeper understanding in addition to his research? Claudia has a prior engagement to deal with, a haunting that they volunteered to help with perhaps, but agrees to take him up on the offer some other time.

Third meeting: Emmrich is passing through the halls of the Necropolis when he happens across Claudia teaching a class full of apprentices. Claudia lectures about Rivaini —and, surprisingly, even some Antivan— customs and beliefs in relation to death, mourning, etc. The Necropolis teaches diversity in such subjects, but they definitely prefer to have people from other nations to pass on firsthand knowledge if they can. Emmrich stops and listens, and Claudia falters a bit when they notice him before they continue on. They meet up for a chat after class where Emmrich compliments them on keeping their students engaged, and they mention that his lecture they first attended actually motivated them to agree to teach the class. He's delighted to hear that, but they're soon alerted to an urgent matter between undead that requires their assistance.

Fourth meeting: While Claudia is running experiments in their lab, they start to get distracted when several wisps start to circle playfully around them. The wisps demand their attention. They demand that they take a break, and Claudia finds themself humming along to the tune they create —or is it the wisps who hum along to Claudia's tune? Regardless, they can't help it as they start to do a little dance as they make their way around the lab, the wisps delighted by this development! They dance around Claudia, encouraging their movements to grow a little bolder until they catch sight of Emmrich in the doorway. Claudia nearly jumps out of their skin, unable to meet his eye while he beams at them. He brought Claudia some coffee and asked if they would accompany him for lunch, because when was the last time they ate? Claudia eventually accepts the offer, but not even a second later, an apprentice comes barging in to tell Emmrich that Johanna requests his presence immediately. Claudia promises to go eat something at his insistence before he departs.

Fifth meeting: While Claudia is performing an autopsy, they pause for a split second as they're making an incision to keep from jolting when Emmrich's voice surprises them out of nowhere, complimenting them on their technique. Realizing his error, he quickly apologizes, but Claudia assures him that it's fine. They spare him a glance, smile, and then tell him that his presence is a welcome one. They claim that their hand feels a bit steadier with him around, but that's nonsense, he insists! They already deal with such delicate, precise methods of wielding magic without him there —referencing their latest research published about the magical applications of lightning/electricity in the process of animating the dead— that surely any effect his presence has is negligible. Both flattered and shocked that he read their research, they ask what he thought about it, and they launch into a long discussion together, Emmrich making it a point to mention how… skilled Claudia is. To which, Claudia returns the compliment, their attention focused on the corpse all the while.

[seaofreverie]

Sparkstember Day 2: A Woofer In Tweeter's Clothing (The Louvre)

Another very solid album! I think I've heard some say that it's not really that good besides a couple standouts, but I must respectfully disagree!! More down-to-earth and less of a bag of delightfully mismatched oddities than its predecessor, yes, but that still doesn't really diminish its value in my eyes. Yeah, it doesn't really have many low points for me but it also definitely does have those couple of total classics that totally stand out (and interestingly, I realized while writing down my favourite songs that I could consider every single one on the first half of the album a favourite. Not that the second half is necessarily worse... but still interesting to actually have it spelled out and visible like that and be able to think about it). And all in all Woofer definitely continues with a very similar kind of feeling and imagery as the previous release so I'm definitely a big fan of that aspect! I really like this album a whole bunch and revisit it a lot. Just making it clear here... just in case... that yes, I do like it, even if I don't have that many specific things to sing praise about this time, maybe? Or at least not as loudly. Who knows!

But ok, there actually IS another very important thing I can't forget to mention about Woofer. Because this is THE impressive Russell vocal moments album for me, or maybe more appropriately, Russell making sounds that are both impressive and intriguing in nature. That defintely makes it stand out even among all the other early 70s albums (which also have their own fair share of such moments of course). But I'll say more on those specific moments below.

And also, continuing the topic of seasons associations here too (for as long as I remember to inculde these here, I might forget about it pretty quickly however, maybe it's just that with some later albums the associations aren't as pronounced and important! Yeah, it could be that), this album is totally autumny to me, a sunny and warm sort of autumn but when most of the leaves have already fallen down. For once it's not the exact moment when I started listening to it that becomes the associatied season, huh? But even then, I can still hear some elements of late winter / very early spring here as well.

Favourite songs (and other highlights):

Girl From Germany (this is just THE sound of the summer kind of song for me, it just makes me instantly happy. Which I guess is kind of funny considering its subject matter but that's just how it is with Sparks and I think we all got used to that at this point)

Beaver O'Lindy (!!!!! no explanation needed, right)

Nothing Is Sacred (suuuuuper underrated, I especially love Russell's entire... whatever is going on at the end here, it's one of my favourite moments on the entire album)

Here Comes Bob (this is silly but at first whenever I heard this song I always pictured the character Bob from Animal Crossing going on a little stroll so that definitely makes it funnier)

Moon Over Kentucky (another timeless CLASSIC. I don't even know what to say about it, it's just so good. And has plenty of those vocal moments too for sure)

Batteries Not Included (not... really a favourite but I still wanted to give it a mention, because I think there's something very cool and unique about it, even besides being sort of a funny little... ugh, I hate to use this word but, novelty?? song (I can't find a better word for this that doesn't come af sort of derogatory but I hope you can see what I mean with this haha)). Oh, and of course it's the first on the list of "short intro" type of Sparks songs, which I always find quite great and memorable whenever they show up over the following years.

[yellowcakeuf6]

Sparked by the artwork posted by @spookyshoosh envisioning Data’s off-duty outfits, being the anorak that I am I have gathered together all of the occasions where Data appears in the show out of uniform.

There are surprisingly quite a few but what is intriguing is none of them (apart from Sherlock Holmes) were his own choices. So I give you:

Carlos (The Long Goodbye)

Sherlock Holmes (Elementary Dear Data)

Standup comedian (The Outrageous Okona)

The hideous but nicely figure accentuating purple creation (The Most Toys)

Friar Tuck (Q-pid)

Henry V (The Defector)

Prospero (Emergence)

Ebenezer Scrooge (Devil's Due)

Romulan civilian disguise (Unification)

Psychiatric Doctor's outfit for stage play (Frame of Mind)

Assortment of 19th century costumes to blend in (Time's Arrow)

Barkon IV pre-Industrial garb as his uniform was banjaxed (Thine Own Self)

21st century civilian dress (First Contact)

B'aku civilian dress (Insurrection)

In his off duty life aboard the Enterprise Data always wears his regular uniform, even under his holdeck outfits. The only deviation is the dress uniform in a few episodes and a command red uniform in Chain of Command (in which to be fair did look hot AF) However I don't count the red uniform in Future Imperfect or the black "commando" outfit in Frame of Mind as it's implied these images are in Riker's imagination. Ditto the various ensembles in "A Fistful of Datas" as this was a holoprogram glitch not Data himself.

So to sum up, it seems Data never wore any civilian clothes of his own choice, probably because he had no need for it. But to end this post with an amuse bouche, here's a snippet on Quora from a few years back:

"In the episode, “In Theory” Data describes to Jenna how he arranges his wardrobe by type and then color to make it easier to find what he wants. This implies that, at minimum, he changes clothes occasionally and that he owns a sufficient amount that they must be organized.

Ipso facto, he must change his uniform often enough, most likely for basic cleanliness, wear and tear, etc. Even if he himself does not perspire, his regular contact with organic beings and their surroundings means he must eventually get dirty and clean himself or he would become Typhoid Mary of Starfleet."

Ibi habemus eam...

[aspirinforest]

just wanna say i’m obsessed with all bites, little bark!! i’m so excited for the next chapter and the end 😍😍

it’s very dark and unique (and horny), can i ask what gave you the inspiration for the story? it’s very different!

Hey! Thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying it - it's been a very different writing experience than I'm use to which has caused some unexpected anxiety, but it really means a lot that other people are vibing with this story I didn't think I'd ever write.

I binged a bunch of Bellamione fics before starting it. Most of the inspo for the setting and certain elements comes from N_Black's "She Speaks in Thunder", and I've been fascinated with a werewolf Hermione ever since reading Yunaleskah's "Innocent Death". I think I've reread both of them like three times while writing it so far.

However, the animal vs human themes and experimentation premise largely come from The Isle of Doctor Moreau by H.G. Wells, which I highly recommend reading (even if has like no women? Also the movie is disturbing af). I read it years ago so my memory of it's a bit murky, but it's one of those stories that isn't like anything else you've ever read and just kind of sticks with you.

Really, thank you again for reaching out. Writing for a different fandom, especially one with such dark themes, has been a little stressful, but it's been incredibly fulfilling discovering that others are intrigued with these dark concepts as much as I am <3

[antikate]

I respect everyone who is looking forward to a very soft and loving resolution to the romantic arc of good omens s3 (god willing and the creek don’t rise)

I also want some soft and loving! Eventually

However I am built different and I want maximum suffering before we get to the soft and loving bit.

Things I want in no particular order:

Crowley to rebuff Aziraphale at least twice

Aziraphale to have the wool pulled from his eyes re Heaven being unchanged in the most painful way and it’s just excruciating and delicious

Aziraphale to spy on Crowley and see that he’s apparently fine (he’s not fine)

Crowley also somehow sees Aziraphale being fine (he’s not fine)

Crowley makes a friend and Aziraphale is intensely incredibly unhingedly jealous

Aziraphale having to do a serious grovel re “come to heaven” (which I expect will involve the apology dance though i have mixed feelings about that scene due to my own issues re the goof to not goof ratio of my media entertainment diet)

Crowley telling some random human about how Aziraphale broke him after so long and the human gets more and more indignant on Crowley’s behalf but then Crowley does that thing that everyone does when they’re going through a breakup and starts defending Aziraphale against the indignant human’s accusations and has a moment where he understands Aziraphale’s motivations much better than he did before

A scene where Crowley definitely has to make the choice to save Aziraphale and he wavers! I want him to waver! But then he chooses Aziraphale not because of the old patterns but because he loves him

Angry bang that turns incredibly soft and loving

Aziraphale to renounce heaven in the most dramatic bitch way possible but then Crowley is like it’s too late except it isn’t too late!!!

A scene where Aziraphale says something along the lines of “I know you are a demon and I love you. It’s not that I love you anyway. I love you. It’s not that I love you despite it all. I love you. It’s not that I think that deep down you’re good and that’s why I love you. I love you exactly as you are.”

Oh yeah it’s aAziraphale’s turn to think Crowley is dead probably because of some dramatic af sacrifice that saves humanity and the earth. SOBBING!!!

Definitely someone asks them how long they’ve been a couple and they look at each other and say “since the beginning” or something so so so sappy your brain starts to leak from your ears.

And it ends in a garden. It ends. In a garden. Romantic violins

[withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus]

Ok so Morimens (忘卻前夜) seems to be inspired by both Reverse and Genshin. The biggest part of the interface is almost 90% the same as Reverse's and the place with the extra cards you use to power up your characters is exactly like Genshin's artifacts' interface. I hope that changes because the story seems promising and so are the graphics and character and enviroment designs.

The story is also like Reverse's. There is some sort of corruption that appears out of nowhere and drives people mad, kills them and erase them from history like the storm in Reverse, and there is a uni fighting it in secret, pretty much like the Saint Pavlov Foundation in Reverse (although in the latter they are not hidden). However, the characters appear darker than Reverse and I am intrigued to reach the character stories. It appears people are more into the vampire/flesh characters cause they are horny af xD, but me, well they are twisted, they are dark, they are bloody. That's my kind of characters. And then I got into the character lines and saw what people meant and it doesn't bother me personally xD. However I want more men in thi category (in the whole game tbf).

For example this is Thais the current SSR flesh character in the banners (which case from what I heard is a rerun)

She is half goat, she is described as a mother and I personally love her powers. In such characters there is a meter over their head and it gets filled during battle, and when that is filled you get a fetus which you then devour to use the character's ult. I didn't know they all did that, cause I played only 2 hours, but it does fit this particular one as a character and it is rather sick based on the few info I get about her. Ugh I can't wait to raise her affinity enough to read more about her!

Anyway there is basically no info around besides the discord of the game and I am not even bothering to get there just for 1 game. All I know is that it was threatened with cancelling cause it wasn't getting supported enough, but it was saved last minute with some funding and now will enter its 2.0 version. There is a global version on steam, but the English version was unfortunately translated with GPT and with the way the lore is, it's hard to understand. I will stay for a while and see how it goes but I really hope they get proper translations now that they got funded.

If you want a darker more biblical type of Reverse: 1999 (it is promoting itself as lovecraftian but some parts gave me biblical angels vibe so..) maybe you will like this one. Some people on reddit discuss it too but yeah it's still hard to find more stuff so better try it yourselves and see how it goes. The battles are with cards and chibis like Reverse as well.

[makoredeyes]

Hello, I saw your response to my previous ask and it’s given me the encouragement I need to step out of my comfort shell.

So, like I said I absolutely love your characterization of Lord Timur and after reading every chapter of your various works, an interesting thought occurred to me.

Timur has a clear obsession with exos, and I can’t help but think that he would have a field day at exo science on Europa.

However, given what we know about the various experiments Clovis conducted in the pursuit of exo bodies how would Timur react upon learning about how exos were created (specifically clarity) and just how many atrocities were committed as a result.

cuss coming from someone who has read all the lore entires about the Deep stone crypt some of those logs sound like something straight out of a sci fi horror movie (billboarding being a particularly scary thought) and I’m convinced that if Destiny were angled towards a more mature audience those entires could have gone even darker (I don’t even want to mention the dead exo dialogue)

and while Timur may have an enthusiasm for the pursuit of science and discovery I like to think that even he has a line he will not cross.

also how would Felwinter react to all that (I’d imagine he’d want to put a few bullets thought the giant Clovis head)

HELLO AND WELCOME BACK! <3

And OOOUUGH Go and poke all my favorite topics at once why don'tcha! Battleship SUNK <3 Oh gawd you're getting such a rambling infodump here I should probably apologize but surely you knew what you were doing ahahaha... I'm still a little sorry heeh.

Rambling below the break, for the sake of everyone's sanity!

OK OK OK so First of all yeah holy shit ALL the stuff surrounding the Bray Family, but especially centering on Clovis (the Bray Family Bullshit as I like to call it) is all SUPER dark and yeah man going into Clovis' personal logbook and some of the Exo experiments, and even Willa's experiments with what was, or would become ('scuse my brain fog) SIVA are all shady AF. Even Ana and her big precious couldn't do a thing in the world wrong baby Warmind isn't immune and she's fucking adopted (EDIT: I’ve been informed she was only TOLD she was adopted , check zalia in the comments!) but it rubbed off on her just a little anyway imo. But BRAYTECH as a company was a massive conglomerate with government and military backing, and while yeah, the company's most questionable developments were hidden behind brighter veneers or on remote celestial bodies (coughEruopaCough) OR (REDACTED for Vespers Host spoilers), more or less there was kind of a universal Do What I Want and Get Away With It card. And they USED it. Not just with the exos, but that's particularly noteworthy because yeah, Clovis was freaking corrupted and led by the Witness via "Clarity". He was a self-centered arrogant prick all along but it led him right into megalomania to the point of assuming he could ascend to godhood. Freaking spectacular. But TIMUR. Well we don't know a whole lot about him for SURE but I would posit that he wasn't so much obsessed with Exos specifically as he was with Golden Age tech, Clovis (or more specifically his *Legacy*) and knowledge for the sake of knowledge. (You know, that obnoxious Warlock Trope Bungie loves so much) We have a handful of pretty intriguing quotes attributed to Timur regarding his perspective on the pursuit and use of knowledge as a weapon. His student Colovance eventually laments that Timur has gone mad with obsession (specifically over SIVA/Bray Co.)*** He also might have had a perfectly healthy fixation on Felwinter because the dude must have been able to smell this stuff. (no I'm not taking that exact analogy used in one of the weblores seriously but I mean, if the shoe fits) I'd infer that he sensed something was different about Felwinter, but he knew for sure that Felwinter KNEW THINGS that he did not and it drove him batty. The other thing he was, that we know for sure thanks to a idle line from Saladin, was a weapons smith. And it's inferred that he takes a disturbing amount of glee from it.

And of course he's got the mind-control thing, which if you're unfamiliar with D1 and that relic of his- the effect/ability that was attributed to was called Timur's Demons. Check out the imagery on the Memory of Timur item sometime if you haven't seen it, because wao. It's um. It's something.

Which leads me to some HEADCANONS

Zalia sold me on this but damnit she's right and I accepted it as gospel pretty much immediately: That mind control shit ain't the kind of voodoo that comes from the Traveler's wheelhouse. It's Darkness that touches on stuff like thought and memory and self-control. Was he doing that on purpose? Probably not or he'd have been violently ostracized from well. everything. Since darkness stuff and it's users were NOT Kosher until very recently in Destiny's history. Buuut....this might have given Timur a more open-minded perspective as well. Symmetrists were always a thing. Regardless of that specifically, I DO like to picture Timur as actually quite morally gray. I haven't had the chance to show it so much yet in my writing, especially because that sweet sunshine disposition is sooooo much fun, but that's only half the picture. The way I see it for him as there are his Family/Loved ones, and there are Objects. You are either with him or you are a target to test-fire his latest invention on. (ahaha oh I finally got booted into Orbit from the Tower while sitting here typing all of this up lololol) He's a black sheep with the other Iron Lords (perhaps a surrendered Warlord even) and probably the cause of a LOT of the hard moral creeds that have been written into their code. It's part of what makes Felwinter, as another lone ranger so to speak, so appealing to him, perhaps.

There's also a pretty stout handful of us that have clustered up on the belief that Timur WAS from Braytech, and very highly placed within the organization, probably working closer with Clovis than anyone would really care to be. (Why do we believe this? Because it's fun lol)

So me? I like to think he was actually involved in all of that, probably directly. I'm sure there was a whole lot about it he didn't like (we see that with most of the scientists with Braytech) but was it enough to outweigh the discovery? The innovations? Did it outweigh the price of his education? Or perhaps he did want out but couldn't break free. I would not for a second mistake him for a FRIEND of Clovis either way, and I especially enjoy picturing a situation where he encounters Clovis in his new life as a Lightbearer after pursuing that Legacy for so long, only to discover terrible truth about the man behind the curtain. I think he would keep the progress and the (somewhat imaginary) gilded perfection of the Golden Age, but reject Clovis himself entirely.

I think after living through the Dark Age he'd have a higher reverence for human life also, but any outrage he has to anything he learns is probably going to be more personal and self-centered ("I can't believe I idolized that creep!!") than taking into immediate consideration the lives that were lost or damaged in those experiments.

Felwinter would shoot Clovis dead on the spot without asking a single question after so much as 5 minutes with Elsie.

I don't think he'd be too personally troubled by how the Exominds are created because frankly, he isn't one. There is a very good chance that his body was not exposed to radiolaria or Clarity the way the human-bound frames were, because that process was done entirely in order to stave off billboarding from DER, which was never a risk for him. His frame was probably manufactured and immediately requisitioned by Rasputin for his own purposes, and he definitely knows enough about his origins that if he learned about this process he'd be able to put two and two together. BUT the moral issue of everything else that went on, with uncooperative, or transitionally difficult Exos were getting simply wiped into compliance WOULD rankle him, and he would deal out justice accordingly in his usual fashion.

*** as an aside: I am reading Lord Colvance's missive from the Ghost Fragment: The Dark Age 3 grimoire card and... Was? He? Left? Behind??? During the incursion on Site 6??? It sounds like they left him behind! Is he alive??????? Fellow Lorewhores can someone check on this and knock some sense into me??? ****also shitfuck I have OTHER thoughts reading this again HELP.

Edit: Naw he dead I’m dumb lmaooo 🤣

Edit2: check the comments folks, we’ve got some top-shelf insights Re: lore etc rolling in in there that I would be deeply remiss to let anyone pass by.