#(or the side that he can't bear to let become entertainment)

[catboyfurina]

focalette / neuvalors whatever the ship name is orz

[twentytworoses]

Bold Little Puppy

Mydei, throughout the festive night, bears witness to a pathetic sight of the Deliverer succumbing through peer pressure of taking one drink after another.

While perhaps Mydei should've probably attempted to stop this nonsense by the fourth drink, it's been a source of entertainment for him to watch how Phainon seems to be an avid people-pleaser, unable to say no as a glass is handed to him by an enthusiastic citizen and how the nervous look in his face grows increasingly evident each time.

No citizen dares to hand Mydei a drink though.

"You must think this is very funny," Phainon grunts, finishing his eighth drink today.

Mydei's lips twitch. A subtle sign of amusement. "Maybe. You could never say no to anyone, huh?"

"I can..." Phainon sighs. He appears like a sulking child, with his chin cradled on his palm and the slightest purse of his lips. The color of pomegranate stains those wretched baby cheeks. "How come no one has offered you a drink yet?"

"Hmm. I wonder why."

"Probably because you scare them, De."

His nose wrinkles. "Did you just call me—"

"Called you what?"

"That."

"Aw, come on—" that pout of his only worsens when he scoots closer to Mydei, his chair letting out an awful squeak. "How come I can't get to call you that?"

Mydei's brows pinch in a tight line. "You have become increasingly infuriating than your usual self. Perhaps this is a sign you should put down that glass, Deliverer."

Upon Mydei's words, Phainon puts his glass down, already half-drank, and instead, the snow-haired man's attention shifts entirely on the prince. The warmth on Mydei's side seems to grow apparent as Phainon leans in to him, his smile turns more playful. A bright gleam to those starlit eyes. Such a face that Mydei could only describe as trouble.

"If you say so, sunshine."

"Wha—" it's exceedingly rare for Mydei to lose his grasp on words. So rare in fact that he nearly chokes on the pomegranate milk from his goblet.

Phainon, however, does not stop and continues on, "You always drink that sweet stuff. Should I start referring you as honey now? Sweetheart?"

"Oi." Mydei does not appreciate being teased.

"Yes, sugar?"

That is it. A hand shoots up and grabs the front of Phainon's tunic. He doesn't pull him closer, just holding him in warning. "Do not test me, Phainon."

Phainon doesn't say a word, and just gawks at him. All wide-eyed, lips loosen. "You called me by my name."

"Deliverer," Mydei repeats, correcting himself.

"Aww, say it again."

"You are being obnoxious."

"And you have a pretty voice," Phainon murmurs, voice soft as a feather. "Really pretty, sweetheart."

Mydei's hand immediately releases Phainon's tunic, fingers curling in as if he's been burned. He shoots Phainon a deathly glare, but he fears that the expression falls flat when, to his horror, a heat rises to his cheeks. He's not blushing. No prince of Kremnos blush.

"Ah... Mydei? Your... How do I put it, your crystal thingies are materializing—"

Just as Phainon said, Mydei has lost grip on his own abilities, noticing the small spikes of red crystals have formed on the cobblestone floor, they shine with their reflections, and Mydei refuses to see his own. They've caused a bit of disturbance amongst the few citizens near to them, their worries written on their expressions, questioning whether they're about to see the two Chrysos heirs battle after a heated argument and cause property damage. It certainly wouldn't be the first time.

Except Mydei doesn't have any plans for that. Only because he has enough manners not to fight Phainon whilst in his inebriated state.

He leaves.

Mydei ignores the call of his name behind him.

Sweetheart. The obnoxious pet name rings clear in his ears even as Mydei returns to his quarters. He has silently sworn not to engage in drinking too incessantly with Phainon after what could've been a disastrous night.

Phainon, when drunk, is an awful flirt.

[jjwolves]

Hiya!!! Really liked the BunrakoMan fic!! Just wanna ask smth for a friend, Can I request some headcanons for him just trying to bring back up a y/n who is drinking their sorrows away after an incident???? Platonic or Romantic is fine! Thanks!

AZTEC RAVE MONKEY 𓏵 𓏵 𓏵 𓏵 𓏵 𓏵 𓏵 𓏵 𓏵 𓏵 𓏵 𓏵 𓏵

What: 5 Bunrako Man X Reader Headcanons Where He Tries to Comfort You

Who: Bunrako Man from ENA Dream BBQ (By Joel G)

How Much: ~1200 words, ~6 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G

Warnings: Alcohol/Substance Abuse(?)

Bunrako Man and his operator take a seat next to you, the faint click of his turning crank one of the last remaining excuses valid enough for you to pick your head up off the bar's countertop. Not by much, though. Glassy eyes drift to the side to see him confidently "leaning" on the counter and bearing his signature grin. His shirt flashes with green and white blurs of motion like it's a heavily-edited music video that'd be too loud and energetic for you to stomach right now. You'd normally be happy to see him but you can already tell that his energy levels are not going to sync with yours tonight. "Well, well, well. Partyin' down, huh? Mind if I squeeze in here, love?" You offer a morose nod as the operator awkwardly holds Bunrako Man a little closer to you. "You look like you're goin' through it, mate." You take a shot of some kind of some kind of gritty liquid which acts close enough to alcohol that you're fairly nonplussed by its texture. Your personal entertainer interjects into your self-pity by picking up the bottle you've been pouring shots from and inspecting it, laughing loudly and slinging an arm around your shoulders. "HahaHA! Sand of the Lethe, eh? Heavier stuff than your usual, love! At least based on what I've seen you drink! WHOO! Stuff like this, you must be celebratin'! Celebratin', or... uh..." You covered your eyes and curled into the bar.

"Whoa whoa whoa. Hey hey hey. C'mon." Bunrako Man clearly has no idea what he's doing, making sure not to touch you as if it'd cause you to melt into the floor. He chokes down a metal laugh like his cogs are getting jammed, like he's not programmed for this sort of situation. His crank jams and he goes dead, until his operator snaps him out of it and he claps his hands together. "Alright, love! I know what we're doing tonight! It came to me in my power-nap." You murmur that you're not in the mood for anything and you'd rather go rot in bed. "But you've already started drinkin'! My bloody gears are still dry! And the night's not endin' on a sour note for you! Not while I'm around, not happenin'!" You fight to keep a smile off your face with his enthusiasm. Why can't he just let you have a cathartic night of sobbing into your pillow all alone?! You blink and Bunrako Man is already leading you out the door with an arm around your shoulders, making sure to snag that bottle of Sand of the Lethe before you two exit.

You walk for a while and eventually pass through a tunnel of darkness, emerging into some sort of secret night bar which shouldn't exist. Only a few shadowy figures undulate near the walls; for the most part, it's just you and Bunrako Man. You try not to let your shoulders sag--he seems excited to be with you, so you try to match his energy halfway. "Don't drift off to sleepytime just yet, missy. Check it out!! Yeah-HA-HA!!" He grandly gestures towards a complicated self-serve bar holding hundreds of oddly-colored drinks. Your companion snaps his fingers. "You've started down an amazing path with Sands of the Lethe, love. Right proud of ya. But we can take it FURTHER. That's what you need! More!" You two take turns throwing back shots of pink syrup with salt cubes in it, bubbly healing poison and Liquid Spade. By the end of it, you and Bunrako Man stop laughing to squint and realize that you've become the shadows living within the walls. It's even more hilarious. You didn't ask for him to be so good to you, but he is, and you think you'll be better because of it.

Bunrako Man guides you to your house and has somehow hosted a dance party there without leaving your sight all night. Your floors are blinking neon as strange figures waltz and swing to the rhythm throughout the rooms which have been completely altered, somehow, like you've stepped into an extradimensional version of your house that had the color palette of a bag of jellybeans. The rumbling bass of oddball techno music thrums throughout the floors of your home as Bunrako Man leads you to the dance floor, his operator tiptoeing silently. "How are ya feelin' now?" Smiling, and maybe a little shy all of a sudden, you reply that you're feeling OK, you guess. Your date gasps. "OK YOU GUESS?! No no no, I don't bloody think so. DJ!! CRANK IT ALL TO MAX!! YEAH-HA!" And with that, the night's rhythm reaches a fever pitch. Bunrako Man takes your hand and pulls you into a blistering-fast dance. The world blurs. You're pretty sure your ceiling is melting after you pass through a nearby silhouetted dancer. They burst into smoke, but your dance partner laughs it off as he twirls you around to the other side and his operator does its best to keep up. "Watch where you're goin'! You might just send someone to heaven with moves like that!"

You wake up the following morning with a headache. You're ungracefully splayed out on your couch--at least someone had the decency to cover you with a blanket. Your house is back to normal, thankfully. Turning to the side, you see Bunrako Man lying face down on the floor next to where you woke up. He doesn't need to sleep, as far as you know; he's probably dormant right now without his operator. Rubbing your eyes, you pick him up by his attached stick and start turning the crank. In a few moments, his voice manages to crackle to life and his shirt is dancing with the entire light spectrum again. "YOOOW! ...Oh, it's mornin'. Mornin', sweetheart! So, are you feelin' pumped up after such a CRAZY NIGHT?!" That was a complicated question--you felt a lot happier, if that's what he meant, but you also felt like you'd been hit by a truck and were waking up with tire tracks on your head. "That's life, ain't it great?" You ask where his operator got off to. "Heh! Shin? Sneaking off to get breakfast for us. Start off our day in a kickass way, eh?" Well, it sounded like a good idea to get something on your stomach, at least. It wasn't long before Shin silently slid through a window and skulked into the living room, setting down a tray of martinis. Confused, you ask what this is for. Bunrako Man says, "Didn't I say he was gettin' breakfast?" before already starting on one.

[yslwh0r3]

Silco x F!Reader - Dirty Money, Chapter Five

A chapter from my current work on Wattpad! Full story,

Warning - Sex, Nudity, Drugs

This city never sleeps- it never even holds the thought of resting. Through muted club music, the busy streets of Zaun intrude their noise and buzzing through your large, glass-stained office window. No matter how loud, it would be a crime to bear any attention to such distraction while Silco's thin, scarred lips are kissing down the side of your neck, his tongue occasionally slipping in soft laps to ease the pinching of his nipping teeth, his chipped front tooth making his love bites all the more exciting, sending shivers down your spine. You can't deny the warm fuzzy feeling slowly making its way from the top of your skull, pooling down into the top of your thighs. His hands, although slim and rough, caress the small of your back, holding you in place as he continues to ravage your neck. You lean back further on the desk, thus his hands, finding your own sliding up to roughly tug on the back of his hair. 

"I would find myself quickly becoming a regular at your... establishment, if the lady who runs this place provides the same perverted services as her staff," His voice was deep and smooth, enticing you to arch your back into his frame. You respect the women that sell themselves to the night around here, though, you don't consider yourself one of them. 

"Perhaps, we can make an exception," You gasp, as he pressed his lips into a particularly sensitive part of your skin, offering sloppy, open-mouth kisses to keep your nerves on edge. He hums at your response, retrieving his hands from behind you to rip open the top buttons the front of your dress with a satisfying sigh. 

"You know your style," He traces his knuckled down the lace of your bra, before cupping your breast roughly, an animalistic lust intertwining his voice, "And Janna, can you show off this body." He wasted no time, his other hand undoing his belt as he spoke, "But I'll find use for it later, for tonight," The hand on your bra came in contact with your chin, his thumb pressing into your bottom lip, "I'll be asking for oral hospitality. Kneel."  Before following his instructions, your gaze switched between his desiring eyes; one icy blue, as the other ember orange. You lift your backside from the desk, allowing your body to sink to the floor. His hold on your face remains, forcing your chin up as your knees finally closing in the distance with the floor. You shift your weight comfortably onto your heels, hands brushing up along his thighs, as your shared eye contact fails to separate. When your eyes fall back down, you come face-to-face with his bare erection. You purse your lips, before leaning forward and pressing a kiss on the sensitive head of his dick. 

"Mhmm, that's a good girl," Silco coos, letting his head fall back, entrusting you to know what to do. You take the lead, starting from the tip; your lips part, sinking your mouth onto him, letting your tongue run along the underside of his head. After a few experimental back and fourths, testing the waters to see how far you can take him, you find a steady pace to bob your head at, not fully able to go down to the base. Silco's occasional groans rung in your ears, hissing through his teeth when you would run your tongue over the shaft in a circle. If your mouth weren't so busy, you would smile at the praise, continuing to suck him off at a teasingly slow pace, testing his patience. When Silco reached a hand out to push your head lower, signaling you to go faster, you protested with your own- clearly upsetting the King Pin.

"Open your dirty fucking mouth." Silco, grabs onto your head, now with both hands, pressing his pelvis froward, successfully trapping your head between him and the desk. "Allow me," He began to set the pace and depth himself by thrusting into your mouth. After a few testing strokes with no gagging from your behalf, Silco took to speeding, up fucking your mouth at a rougher pace. You moan, his dick muffling the sound of your choked cries. Your mind drowns between desire, fear, and shame, uncomfortably accepting your current position. 

"Nngh," He persisted, your jaw going slack, covered with streaks of your spit and his pre. His brutal pace halted into jagged thrusts while you continues to writhe, as Silco neared his point of pleasure, "Open up," He pulls his cock out of your mouth to force it open with his hand, shooting ropes down your tongue and throat, relishing the sight of your tearful face struggling to look up at him and gagging. His fingers snake down to the back of your tongue, forcing you to swallow his remains, pulling them out to give your cheek a few playful slaps. You both remained breathless, staring at each other.

"Such a sight," Silco, breathes out, tucking himself back in and looping his belt back into place. Before giving you a chance to get up, he digs into his pocket, laying cash on the desk behind you. "Thank you for your services. Sevika will deliver your contract shortly," He spoke, grabbing the contract you left for him from your desk.

No more words were exchanged, not that you were given a chance to speak. Silco took his exit, contract in hand, leaving you kneeled in front of your own desk, in your own damn office. Your head hung low, letting the thick lines of drool fall to the floor. 

- 

"Either perfect the craft of owning this place, or work as one of the hookers in it, (Y/n)" 

"Yes Ma'am."

"Now run the damn numbers again, or you can go to the back alley and get a head-start on selling yourself."

"I'll run the numbers, Ma'am."

-

You've long abandoned your duties on the main floor of the club, leaving behind the pinkish scenery to be manager by Narine; your bedroom, on the same hallway as your office, offered a scenery of its own. Dim candle lighting, the sound of your running faucet, along with today's outfit of choice scattered over the polished tiled floor. Any fly on the wall would find you clumped naked on your bathroom floor, locket and spoon in hand. The headrush, offered by powder, made your head swim in ways that made you forget. Forgetting is a luxury far from everybody in the city can afford; forgetting the pain comes with the loss of instinct, making forgetfulness as a whole a commodity, but the lock on your bedroom provided more than enough assurance that tonight was okay to forget. 

"Narine?" You buzz on your end of the line you conveniently set up to have access to her office from just about any room in your club. Co-dependency came at a price of pride, as most things. 

"Yes, Miss (L/n)?" This was a stupor the two of you grew all too familiar with.

"I own this fuckin place," Your words came out slightly slurred, fingernails digging into your telephone. 

"Yes, Miss (L/n)" 

"I own this place, you hear me? Me, I." Firm. You spoke very firm. The more you blink, the lesser the tears threatened to spill down your eyes. "And no piece of shit owns me."

"That would be correct, Miss (L/n)" 

God, your assistant was underpaid. She deserves a raise just for her submissive nature, and her will to please; a nature and will you were taught out of long ago. Feeling less than felt nothing short of pathetic. 

"Good." You drop your telephone, letting the thud it made with the floor signal Narine to hang up on her end, allowing you the privacy to spiral in regret- the deal was secured, but at what cost?

Another line. Another sob.

[daisyjonesgf]

Sometimes when I be bored I think about Finnicks reaction to finding out his sweet girl is being forced into prostitution. Boy would be broken

no this is so real bc I also imagine the most angsty situations whenever I'm slightly bored which is why I write what I do lmao

tw talks about trafficking

but like imagine like you don't want to tell finnick about because he's already struggling and you want to comfort him without him worrying about you. so you bear the weight of it all alone until you can't anymore. you're able to say trips to the Capitol alone are for interviews with ceaser or to entertain the Captiol with whatever talent you've chosen, which is true except you're also being forced to entertain in other ways. and marks or bruises can only be explained as a fall or brushed off so many times before they become suspicious. and finnick notices that sometimes you just don't feel there anymore, like you've left your body, but the moment he brings it to you snap back into being comforting, happy, and supportive. finnick probably knows deep down before he actually comes to terms with it and when he does he's so broken up about it. why you? why didn't you want to tell him? how did he not notice ever sooner? what can he do for you?

and one night you're just laying in bed, he's been staring at the page of a book, but not focused on it. he's too busy fully realizing the truth and there you are laying down, staring at the ceiling, completely gone.

"Snow's selling you isn't he?" Finnick would ask it in the quietest tone and he's trying not to cry because you're his sweet girl, so loveable and soft, and now the Capitol is using you, breaking you down.

And he knows it's true when you just stare back at him, eyes so sad and a little shocked he figured it out. then you're both just staring at each other untill you're both bawling. and finnick is holding you like he's terrified to let go.

"why didn't you tell me?" he's mumbling out between choked sobs

"you just already have so much, I didn't want to add to your plate" and you're just so worried about him and he hates it and loves it

"I'm supposed to help you too, not just you with me. do you understand?" and you're nodding, saying you're sorry, and he's telling you it's okay

AND ON THE FLIP SIDE

finnick's girl, his sweet, gorgeous love, who recently won her games coming to finnick and telling him snow is planning on selling her

like you're all solemn and nervous, playing with your fingers and trying not to cry. finnick is so confused about the silence and what's going on so he's racking his mind to see if he did something.

and eventually with a shaky voice and tears on the brim of your eyelids you're like, "snow's going to sell me" and finnick's world comes crashing down

he's supposed to keep you safe which he already nearly failed at when you were reaped and almost died in the arena. "no, I'll talk to snow, I'll just take more, I can do it, I can handle it. not you, sweet girl, they can't have you." and he's just a wreck of tears trying to scramble for the next move in the chess game of the Captiol

"finnick, you're not going to do that." and your voice is still so soft, hands on his arm . "you can't do more, I can, and I'm popular right now"

and finnick's trying to insist, but you're hushing him as you cry until you start to really sob and crumble in his grasp so he's back in alert mode. stroking you hair, telling you he's got you, that things will turn out okay

anyways yeah a couple long thoughts I had about this, sorry lmao

[nyx-de-riva]

Illario Appreciation Week, Day 2: On a Contract

So I might've turned this prompt a little spicy, can't help myself. Also violence and blood in this.

He could physically feel the muscle in his jaw twitch as he gave the couple next to him the side eye. The only one that gave any indication that they felt his stare was Nyx, who leaned back towards him subtly, a silent reassurance that this would be over soon. Illario gnashed his teeth together, hailing the bartender so he could get another drink. Something not too strong, but enough to try and drown out the jealousy.

A contract they were given together, mandatory from Viago and Caterina both. They were dead set on breaking Illario and Nyx up and this was just another attempt to do so by forcing Illario to watch the target flirt and spew indecent innuendos towards his boyfriend.

The man wouldn’t have much longer though, no. Illario would have his due, and he would take great pleasure in sinking a dagger directly into the man’s throat. Or maybe he’ll be more brutal, use his hands and snap his neck like he’s nothing. The possibilities were endless. One thing was for sure though, this man was already dead.

The only saving grace was the fact he got to watch Nyx in action. He was a completely different person in the field, especially when it came to how he tricked others to let down their guard. Nyx complained about having to seduce the target, citing that he was terrible at it; but Illario begged to differ. There was a mesmerizing air about Nyx when he put on an innocent, clueless facade to draw even the most hardened noble in. Most humans couldn’t bear the thought of such a naive elf not warming their bed. It was almost amusing in a way, to watch his lover twist a man around his little finger with an ease that even Illario felt a little envious of.

But the only bed Nyx would be warming tonight was his. Illario did not share, and he intended to show it. Illario nursed his drink silently, lifting the glass and swirling the liquid around, examining it. Anything to keep his attention off what was happening next to him. His hand clenched around the glass so hard he felt it creak under the pressure. Nyx’s laugh was far too saccharine sweet, tinkling like a bell in this drab crowd around them. Everyone turned towards the sound, like moths to a flame, and it was beyond entertaining. Nobles were predictable, as always. Put a small, cute elf in their vicinity and they become like rabid animals around a fresh piece of meat. Tripping over themselves to earn favor and take him home.

“Don’t suppose you’d like to slip away for the night?” The target’s voice was low, deep in a way that screamed fraudulence. An act to woo Nyx in a terrible attempt to take him home. Illario couldn’t help but snort into his drink before he tossed it back. As soon as they were up and out of the room, Illario would soon follow. Nyx knew exactly where to take the man, how to do it. Usually Illario had no issue allowing his lover to take care of the target as well, but he wanted the kill this time.

“I have a room already waiting. Though if you can’t wait that long-” Nyx’s whisper was excited, eager. Illario could hear the impatience underneath all the bluster, having spent years and years learning the elf’s tells. He wanted this contract done just as much as Illario did at this point. “I know a spot where no one will find us.”

Nyx’s breath hitched and Illario knew for a fact that the bastard was touching him in some way. A hand on his thigh, fingers grazing along where they shouldn’t. Illario would relish in the way the target's blood splattered on the cobblestone in a few measly minutes. Illario bowed his head slightly, pushing his glass away a little more forceful than what was necessary. The bartender sent a nasty look his way but he paid them little mind.

Nyx and the target stood up together and Illario could see hands larger than his settle snugly on Nyx’s waist and it looked fucking wrong. He only glanced their way for a few fleeting moments, as though surprised by their sudden movement before he went back to staring down at the bar. He had to be patient, he couldn’t make a scene. Not now. They were so close. Even though the target was kissing his way down Nyx’s cheek to his neck. Nyx’s neck was sensitive, but the man didn’t know that. Would never know that, not after tonight.

It took everything in him to remain sitting as the minutes ticked by. He would definitely be talking with Viago about this once they got back to Treviso. He would be getting more than an earful. It would be uneventful if a dagger wasn’t pulled. If he had the option, he would kill Viago for the many times he decided his and Nyx’s relationship meant nothing. But he knew Nyx would never forgive him for such a thing.

Illario sucked in a deep breath and wiped his hands on his pants before he stood. He wasted no time trailing after the couple, his gait growing more predatory the closer he got to his intended destination. The dagger in his boot felt like it was burning him and he ached to pull it out before he even reached them, but he refrained for now.

His restraint wouldn’t last much longer though if what he surmised was happening was actually taking place. As he reached the double doors to the veranda they planned to take the target to, he could already tell before he even opened the door that his suspicions were correct. An exhilarating rush of possessiveness shot through him like lightning as he threw open the doors and took in the scene.

Nyx, pressed against the railing of the veranda, shirt haphazardly billowing in the gusty wind. There were those hands again, now against his lover’s bare skin. His nostrils flared and he noted the man hadn’t heard him enter, too busy sucking marks into Nyx’s neck. His Nyx.

Illario lunged forward, all caution thrown to the wind as he grabbed the back of the man’s neck with one hand and hauled him off the elf. He let out an undignified squeal and Illario savored it. It was almost child’s play at this point. Illario lifted his leg, unsheathing his dagger from his boot before flipping it with ease and burying it into the man’s side.

His scream fell on deaf ears as Illario pulled the dagger out then plunged it back in with a soft hum. He then let the man fall to the ground and pointedly stepped over his body towards Nyx. The elf’s eyes only darted down to the man for a few seconds before he was planting both hands on the railing and staring up at Illario with half-lidded eyes and a sly smile. How had he become so lucky as to fall in love with someone like this? Illario didn’t deserve Nyx sometimes. He plucked his bloody gloves from his hands and discarded them on top of the target’s writhing body.

“I’m sorry I took so long,” Illario murmured as he crowded Nyx back against the railing and slotted their bodies together snugly. “Hope I didn’t miss much.”

Those purple eyes met his and it felt like the whole world was there, sitting directly in front of him. Nyx was everything, staring up at him with such devotion, such hunger.

“Just me thinking about how badly I want you against me rather than that bastard,” Nyx replied as he clamped a hand on the back of Illario’s neck and yanked him down so their lips could meet in a heated kiss. Illario wrapped an arm around Nyx’s waist, fingers trailing up and down his side tantalizingly. He shoved his tongue into the elf’s mouth and reveled in how he let out a small whimper. The kind only reserved for him.

“P-please,” the familiar sound of groveling brought Illario back to the present and he broke away from Nyx, a thin trail of saliva following his mouth. He smirked down at Nyx. “Please, I’ll do anything. Pay you anything, just please… please! Don’t kill me!”

Illario clenched his teeth, his annoyance flaring with each word from the target’s mouth. He turned to look down at the man in disdain, watching as he futilely pressed a trembling hand to the wound in his side that was steadily leaking out blood onto the stone below. It wouldn’t be too long and he would succumb to the blood loss alone.

“We don’t take bribes,” Illario replied flippantly, taking a step closer to the prone man. He crouched down into a squat and his face morphed into a snarl, all teeth and contempt. If he really didn’t mind blood on his clothes, Illario might’ve grabbed a fistful of his hair just to remind him who held the cards right now.

“You touched what’s mine,” he growled out, voice deadly low, “and I don’t take kindly to that.”

“I-I didn’t know-” the man sobbed out pathetically, voice hoarse from screaming.

“Nyx,” Illario called softly and the elf joined him at his side. He looked up at Illario questioningly. Without a drop of hesitation, Illario locked lips with Nyx once more, making a show of how easily he could unravel his lover with a few well-placed touches and a practiced tongue. By the time they were finished, Nyx was practically a puddle in his grasp, panting with flushed cheeks and his erection pressed against Illario’s inner thigh.

Illario tossed a smirk towards the barely conscious man on the floor, his blood lapping at Illario’s boots from their close proximity. He lifted his leg once more, quietly aiming his boot right above the target’s head.

“By the way, the Crows send their regards.”

The last thing the man would ever see was the bottom of Illario’s boot.

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[banqanas]

BATTLE OF TOKYO snippet translation

Volume 4, Chapter 1, Page 31-33

...

Nine people were dead in the park last night; Astro9's Grandmaster and the eight people who kidnapped him. Despite the latter being criminals, it is undeniable that a large number of people died and yet the park continued to operate as if nothing had happened.

It was clear that the top brass of the park's management were trying to cover up the incident.

"I'm sure the Director was the one behind Grandmaster's kidnapping. So now I'm gonna crash to this asshole's place and find out why."

"'Do you think he'll just tell us if we nicely ask him, why did you sell out the Grandmaster to Blue Shield?" Kane retorted.

"I'll make him talk. No matter what," Kagura whispered the last part and Kane felt shivers ran up his spine.

"Kagura... You can't seriously be thinking of interrogating the Director by force. Do you know what will happen if you do?"

"Whether I get him to talk or not, I'll get fired either way. So," the man laughed darkly.

Astro9 might be the park's biggest star, but going against the management is taboo for everyone. Defying or committing violence against the bosses would not only get them fired, but they will also be blacklisted in the entertainment business everywhere else. You would have no more future in the show industry.

Looking at his partner's increasingly worried face, Kagura continued, "Don't worry. I'm not gonna get you or the team involved. I'll go alone. If I'm the only one gone, you guys can still go on without me."

"What about you? Can you go on without the team?"

"Of course I can't. Astro9 is my everything."

Kagura tried to play it cool but his words came out in a loud voice. He couldn't suppress his emotions as the past five years he spent with Astro9 flashed through his mind.

After losing his parents to the storm and becoming an orphan, it was the Grandmaster who took him in. He was introduced to the others and together they underwent grueling days of training their body and honing their abilities.

He, who lost everything was given a new life of a showman and troubleshooter by Astro9. He wouldn't wish for anything else other than to be together forever with this team he came to love.

"But Kane... Would you be able to accept pops* death just like that? Could you still go on stage and smile knowing that you're working for the bastard that's in cahoots with the Blue Shield? I would rather die than letting myself, or you guys, continue working for him."

Any other adult would probably be able do it. But "wanting to" and "being able to" are two separate things. If you keep doing things you don't want to, your heart will eventually shrivel and rot. And a performance without any heart will feel hallow even on the brightest stage.

Kagura wouldn't be able to bear seeing his friends becoming the park's lifeless puppets. The Astro9 he loves is one that's always shining with life and he'll make sure that they stay on that bright path always.

"And this isn't just a simple case of the Director backstabbing pops. There's a possibility that the whole park's management division has turned sides to Blue Shield. If that's the case then we need to act now before they put the team in danger," Kagura said with his fist clenched in determination. As if reaffirming his resolve, he whispered to himself, "someone has to take the job... And I rather it be me."

Kane fell silent at Kagura's conviction.

Eventually he took a deep breath. "That's very much like you, Kagura. I understand."

"Then, I'll come along with you."

"What?" Kagura snapped his head to look at Kane. "Have you even listened to anything I said? I won't look cool if you're tagging along stealing my thunder! Besides, if we both get fired at the same time, it'll just make them angry at us for ruining the routine!"

"I'm coming along to make sure you don't get fired even if you resort to violence on the top brass. I'll handle it somehow."

"And if you can't?"

"Then we'll both gracefully excuse ourselves out of the park and hide in a some town while being street performers maybe," Kane explained with a smile spreading across his face.

The wind user has a gentle disposition but he was not someone who put his heart on his sleeves. Seeing Kane smiling sincerely for once brought some comfort to Kagura's heavy heart.

"You're a weirdo, you know that," Kagura sighed.

The speedster offered his hand and his partner shook it just as quickly.

"Well, then. Let's go give that asshole Director a visit, Kane."

"To avenge the Grandmaster."

The two skill users stood up at the same time and made their way towards the City, the park's center of wealth and conspiracy.

...

TL note:

*The kanji was written as the usual Dancho (grandmaster) but the subtext was written as Oyaji (father, old man)

[shiraki-yurara]

An Assistant's Capriccio Story Event - Hitaki - Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Morganatic Idol belongs to CYBIRD & ABC Frontier, Inc.

My Notes: Translation is for entertainment purpose only. Translation may or may not be correct. Please ignore any grammar mistakes.

Rina: Hitaki-san’s assistant……?

Sakura: Yeah, he has been cast in an audition show that's been getting a lot of attention lately.

Sakura: He will serve as a guest judge and evaluate the candidates' performances.

The name of the program he told me was an audition program for a girl idol group.

(! This program was in the news because it recruited participants from overseas.)

(It is said that if they could debut here, they would definitely become a world-famous artist.)

(The judges are all famous artists who come as guests every time, so it gets a lot of attention from the public.)

Sakura: Now that Gem is becoming more popular, Hitaki's appearance will be a hot topic.

Sakura: I think it would be a learning experience for Kawanaga-chan if she could accompany him to such a location.

(There is certainly a lot to be learned about the entertainment industry and idols……)

Rina: Understood. I look forward to it!

Sakura: Good, that's great. Then, discuss the details together with him.

Sakura-san left, saying, "I have another meeting."

(First I need to talk to Hitaki-san……)

Just as I was thinking that, Hitaki-san showed up.

Rina: ! Hitaki-san, good work. Can I talk to you for a moment?

Hitaki: I don’t mind. What can I do for you?

Hitaki-san smiled slightly as I told him the conversation from earlier.

Hitaki: Ah, it's about my upcoming TV appearance. I got the materials from Sakura-san in advance.

Rina: I understand. I'm not very familiar with this, but I look forward to working with you.

When I bowed slightly, Hitaki-san nodded slowly and said, “My pleasure.”

(Hitaki-san, even when you're off work, you're so stylish…… You have such elegance and sexiness.)

(I get nervous just by being stared at.)

As I was thinking that, Hitaki-san's face suddenly came close to mine.

Hitaki: Are you feeling nervous already? If you have any questions, please let me know right away.

Rina: Errr.

I am taken aback by the soft scent of Hitaki-san's perfume and the handsome face before me.

Hitaki: Oh, I guess you’ve become even more tense. I was only trying to ease the tension.

Hitaki: Since you’re usually around exe, we don’t really get to talk much, right?

Hitaki: It seems like fun to have you as my assistant like this, and I'd like to be friends with you.

As he said this, he lightly pushed my bangs up so that we could meet each other's gazes.

(! ……Hitaki-san’s hand.)

Rina: I, I understand, so could you please step away for a bit?

When I asked him timidly, Hitaki-san chuckled.

Hitaki: Oh, sorry. Did you hate it?

Rina: No! ……I was just a little surprised.

Hitaki: Is that so? Then……., I wonder if you will allow me to do this.

Hitaki-san gently stroked my head. At that moment, his fingertips lightly touched my ear, causing me to flinch.

Hitaki: So cute. When I see a reaction like that, I just want to keep petting you.

Hitaki: Your face…… Show me more.

Rina: I, I'm sorry. No more than this……!

Unable to bear the embarrassment, I took a step back and distanced myself.

Hitaki: Fufu, I went a bit too far. I'll be more careful from now on.

(I’m surprised. I wonder if Hitaki-san was teasing me……)

I regained my composure and straightened up.

Rina: So, um…… is there anything I should be careful of or prepare for?

Hitaki: Hmm, nothing in particular. I've already checked the documents here.

Hitaki: All you have to do on that day is be by my side and you'll be fine.

He responded kindly, but it made it seem like there was no point in me accompanying him as his assistant.

(I have to try my best to help Hitaki-san.)

Rina: I know that I lack the skills and experience. But I can't just sit back and do nothing.

Rina: It can be something simple. Can I help you?

After I continued to press him, Hitaki-san seemed to think for a moment.

Hitaki: Okay…… Then, just one thing.

Hitaki: Can you arrange for a gift to be given on the day of the event?

Hitaki: There's a restaurant I often order from. If you mention my name, they will prepare everything for you.

When I looked up the restaurant Hitaki-san had recommended on my smartphone, the website of a Michelin-starred luxury restaurant came up.

Rina: Eh, this restaurant!?

Hitaki: Since I was introduced to him by an acquaintance, I've been on friendly terms with the chef there.

Hitaki: I give roll cakes as the gifts, and people always love them.

Hitaki-san's refreshing smile left me speechless.

(It's like we live in different worlds……)

As Hitaki-san had instructed, I would prepare the gift and head to the event on the day.

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And finally, the day of filming------

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Producer: Hey, Hitaki-kun! I've been waiting for you!

Hitaki: I am honored to be invited. I look forward to working with you today.

As soon as we entered the studio, the program producer greeted us with a big smile.

(This guy is a famous producer who has nurtured many popular idols.)

(He's also serving as the main judge for this audition, so I'm sure he's putting a lot of effort into it.)

Producer: I'm also happy that Hitaki from Gem is coming as a guest!

As the producer said this and lightly tapped Hitaki-san on the shoulder, cheers were heard from afar.

Candidate 1: Ah, just as I thought! It’s Hitaki-san!

A dozen or so girls ran up happily, and the producer lined them up.

Producer: Hitaki-kun, let me introduce you. These are the candidates for this idol audition.

Producer: There are still many areas where they need improvement, but they are all very talented.

Candidate 1: Nice to meet you. I look forward to working with you today!

The candidates all bowed their heads, but their faces were filled with joy at meeting Hitaki-san.

Hitaki: You are all looking so fresh. Just by talking to you seems to cheer me up.

Hitaki: I know you're nervous, but I'm looking forward to it.

Every time he made eye contact with each of the girls and spoke to them, they cheered.

His gentlemanly and elegant manners made him truly the "Prince of Gem."

Producer: Hahaha, as expected of a top idol. Just a greeting gets the crowd excited.

Producer: If they could actually see your singing and dancing, it would be a learning experience for them too.

Producer: Anyway, I look forward to the filming.

Hitaki: Yes, I understand.

After finishing his greeting, the producer left, taking with him the candidates who looked reluctant to leave.

(Okay, I should also start working.)

Rina: Hitaki-san, you have some preparations to do as well. In the meantime, I'll go and say hello to the staff.

Hitaki: Ah, wait a moment.

Just as I was about to start walking, Hitaki-san grabbed my hand and called me to stop.

(Eh?)

[rioreeve]

👥 Sada

👥 for 4 hcs about our muses relationship or about your muse

@sadavang

During the gas leak incident, Zach slept at Sada's every single night, unable to fall asleep in the common room despite his efforts. When she had to move to the Wexley's makeshift jail after Hawthorn's death, he looked after her place. He didn't touch anything even though Sada had told him that he could enjoy the comforts of her loft, the liquor cabinet.

Even though that time was a perfect opportunity for him to invite Ashton over and take revenge on Sada, Zach remained neutral like Switzerland. Sure, that thought had crossed his mind, but only as a possibility, not an option. He's not interested in taking sides, becoming a part of the conflict, or fueling it any further, in any way. He knows Sada has and only cares for her own agenda. He knows she has done a lot of good things for Ria and Tad, and many awful things to Ash and he's like a brother to him, but he just wanted to sleep, goddammit, not become an enemy or an ally.

PS. Hawthorn's death was kinda fortunate in terms of how Zach could pay Sada for letting him sleep there. His sleep-deprived brain hadn't thought that part through, but when she asked him to keep an eye on her stuff, Zach decided that it sufficed.

Despite his Switzerland status, Zach can't stop himself from commenting on Sada's fur coats, hats, and muffs. Think... introverted Ace Ventura? He once pinned a picture of baby polar bears on the diner board and wrote "LOST AND FOUND Looks like Sada's gloves to me idk might as well be two coats in XS size", another time he said "I forgot they're not purple when they're alive" when he saw Ria in the coat she got from Sada. It's hard to tell if it genuinely bothers him that much or maybe he just found another form of entertainment, but Sada not only doesn't care at all, she finds some of the remarks funny.

Even though Sada has her own agenda and teamwork is a funny word people use before losing, Zach appreciates having her on board. Difficult times call for desperate measures and they need ruthless people too, especially if the residential ray of sunshine is their weakness.

[kosmic-arts]

The Great BBS Headcanon Text Dump

i have a bunch of bbs character headcanons id like to get out my system. im going to start with eraqus because i think he's boring asf. (plot twist: theyre all boring asf) anyway, wouldn't it be cool if eraqus' intentions and motivations were more obviously grey from the getgo? he loves his kids sure, but he just doesn't make for a good father. his priorities don't lie with them, but rather how best he can mold them into effective soldiers. eraqus hasn't really moved on from the first keyblade war, and has kind of occupied himself with trying to restore the old keyblade order, and figuratively go back in time. i think it would be more entertaining if there was more friction between eraqus and terra from the start. terra is also boring asf, and i want to rewrite him. i imagine him as being more of an openminded guy by default. he likes to question things and doesn't always do what he's told. he likes to know the whys and whatfors, and if it doesn't makes sense, he's going to argue. terra doesn't really plan things out, and is a lot better at just improvising solutions. he just kind of goes with the flow(haha do you get it). i like to imagine that terra out of everyone would vouch the most for ven to be allowed to go on missions with him and aqua, rather than being cooped up at home. i think terra and eraqus would butt heads on this a lot, and terra would eventually start to see through eraqus' reasoning and become a bit more aware that he and his friends are more tools than children to eraqus. i think it would be cute if terra maybe promises to take ven with him to search for more keyblade wielders after he becomes a master. even if eraqus objects, once they hold the same rank and title, eraqus will have no choice but to listen to him. terra wants ven to see the stars and get to make friends, and even if ven isn't as strong as the rest of them, he'll always protect him! on the flip side- aqua. if it weren't for all the drama she goes though, you too would realize just how stiff and boring she actually is. i want to rewrite her, she has so much potential.... aqua is a know-it-all? smart, powerful, follows orders without question; the model soldier, and eraqus doesn't do a good job of hiding his favoritism towards her. although they're mature enough to handle the connotations, it does create a bit of a rift between aqua and terra. aqua is super protective over ven- she babies him, but is unknowingly stunting his growth even further because she can't bear to let him out of her sight. it's something terra and aqua argue about a lot, as terra is more inclined to let ven learn and get hurt and actually do things on his own, while aqua wants to protect him from everything. in opposition to terra, i like to think aqua is an excellent planner- always 20 steps ahead and is highly resourceful, but when the plans fall though, aqua cannot handle the subsequent disaster. she finds comfort in rules and order, and really struggles to function off a script. even around strangers, she cannot do smalltalk and genuinely struggles to socialize, especially in large groups. shes a lot more shy than youd think! comparatively, terra is a lot more easygoing. terra and aqua press at eachother a lot, as their ways of thinking are completely at odds. still, they fill in for a lot of their own deficiencies which allows them to both have room for conflict but also still come together, because ofc, theyre the best of siblings and they all want the same thing: become keyblade masters, protect the worlds from darkness, protect eachother- and most of all, ven.

speaking of ven. it took ventus some time to recover from getting his heart cut in half, but he should've sustained lasting consequences. i mean like, a person's heart is basically their soul. kind of a big deal, right?? i like to imagine ven probably had worse stamina, poor health, and maybe even his physical growth was stunted. think of like, an extension of how roxas was towards the end of days when xion was draining his powers. ven probably couldn't train as frequently as terra and aqua, and as such, lagged behind significantly in his progress. eraqus probably tried for a while to see if they could work around ven's condition, but over time would give ventus special lessons maybe to help him strengthen his control over light; being essentially pure of heart, albeit by artificial means, ven has strong light powers by default and i think eraqus would find that invaluable to nurture especially since the prospects of ven ever becoming a master was becoming more and more of an impossibility. by the time terra and aqua were getting ready to essentially graduate, i feel like eraqus would throw in the towl with the keyblade training and have to break the news that ven would never be a keyblade master. wouldn't that be crazy?? i imagine that ven probably put two-and-two together on his own, but has been trying as hard as he can anyway because he's afraid of being left behind and becoming nothing more than a liability to his friends... eraqus would be particularly protective of ven, out of love of course, but also because ven's unique condition and subsequent light powers make him an especially effective as a soldier. ven is essentially doomed to become a princess locked up in a castle, but as much as he keeps asking for a chance to leave, he's gradually starting to lose faith in himself and doesn't really have the courage to leave home anymore. and thats why ventus should've been kidnapped by vanitas in the beginning of the game instead of chasing after terra, and then wandering around like an idiot for his entire 10hr route. wouldn't it have been fun and made the plot more urgent and maybe more parallel to kh1 if the gang were searching for ventus the whole time? rather than ven being analogous to sora, he really should've been representative to kairi. vanitas couldve easily snatched ven at the start of bbs when terra is about to leave, and hell, maybe from the getgo eraqus is like- "it must be xehanort: terra, aqua, if you see him run tf away hes evil because darkness." it wouldve been a much smarter move for the characters to have been made aware of xehanort's evil from the start, because us the players were aware of it from the start. its silly to watch the characters get stringed along for a whole game on a plot twist you already know is going to happen. it also wouldve opened the doors for xehanort to really show how cunning and manipulative he can be if manages to convince the characters to his reasoning, despite them knowing hes bad. it would be even better if xehanort was convincing enough to even get players to at least be like "hm well he has a point 🤔". that would make him a little scarier i think. also. wouldn't it be more interesting if like, terra at first worried when his heart starts to lean towards darkness, actually learns to control it and be more comfortable with it. just. by himself? wouldnt it be more fun and a bit more obvious instead of mildly implied that terra's heart is so much stronger than xehanort expected, and terra just masters his darkness all on his own??? it would be cool. i like xehanort being an evil mastermind, but i want to see him fuck up sometimes?? he severely underestimates terra, and pays the price- losing his entire sense of self when he tries to bodysnatch terra and they effectively tie in their battle against eachother and their hearts merge or whatever to become ansem. xehanort fucked it up! would be cool... anyway. i just wanted to get all my thoughts out my head. istg bbs is so boring and mediocre i drives my brain crazy trying to fill in a blank canvas.

[minervaepimetheus]

FNAF - "Personality"

Head canon / thoughts

This passage contains a lengthy amount of text. If you don't have time to read it now, please read it later or feel free to ignore it. <3

This is my first post BTW. :P

Before you argue about my thoughts in their appearance,

First of all, I notice that there are dozens of people who argue about the fifth missing children the most.

Most people believe Cassidy is likely depicted as a girl with black hair in pigtails, based on information from the logbook. However, I like to say that this is all fiction and theories!

You can decide for yourself which version of appearance and own behavior you think is accurate.

Even Scott Cawthon himself has not confirmed the appearances of all the missing children in the games, as many remain unknown.

Furthermore, the designs of the missing children vary greatly, with some influenced by novels and movies.

I respect all of your perspectives and beliefs about any missing children's design. I'm still unsure if the fifth missing child is mostly Cassidy. Most people say it's Luis, Sam, and other names that they can find in the logbook. People also believe in MatPat's theories; honestly, I enjoy his theories. :)!

This is made for fun and entertainment only!

At some point,

If we examine the animatronics in Five Nights at Freddy's (FNAF) 1, which features the main characters—Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy—people tend to portray them with some accuracy by doing research.

First and foremost, let's consider their species design. We all know that Freddy is the main character, so it makes sense that he would exhibit leadership qualities. What do bears symbolize? Strength. There is a whole personality profile about bears being peaceful, conflict-avoidant, and easygoing, which aligns with Freddy's character.

Bonnie, being a bunny, can be seen as shy. Chica, on the other hand, is often portrayed as gregarious and fearless, contrasting with the shyness often associated with other characters based on the "chicken personality." Lastly, Foxy embodies traits of cunning, playfulness, and slyness, just like a real fox.

(Wow I can't believe I am into that sort of things.) :/

Not to mention, the animatronic design's color is brown, which represents Freddy. This brown color symbolizes honesty, genuineness, and sincerity, along with calmness, sensitivity, warmth, and comfort. He is ENFJ btw xD.

For Bonnie, I like to think of him as a shade of blue. People say he is enthusiastic, sympathetic, communicative, compassionate, idealistic, sincere, and imaginative. Most people say that Bonnie will probably box the shit out of you. Ahaha, I don't mind, it suits still. He genuinely embodies the characteristics of an ISFP, as they are often friendly and creative, even if they can be shy. Despite this shyness, he also demonstrates a tough side, especially when faced with unhealthy situations.

*(^ But Bonnie is purple-)

The highlight color makes his color appear purple. If you pay attention to the FNAF movie, you'll notice this. Also, compare this Bonnie character to others to see the color difference!

Chica is yellow, a color that represents creativity, cheerfulness, fun-loving nature, optimism, and friendliness. Her personality type is predominantly ENFP. This characterization genuinely fits her! It needs to feel authentic. I’ve seen some ENFP characters that can be wild, but even among them, they can become obsessive about things they truly love, whether it’s a person or food—similar to how Chica is portrayed as loving pizza… Obviously.

Foxy represents traits such as being extroverted, optimistic, confident, courageous, action-oriented, and physically active. They are strong leaders, fast-paced thinkers, risk-takers, purposeful, driven, strong-willed, high-energy, competitive, and rational—absolutely foxy!

I believe that Fritz sounds like my brother, confused about INFP and ISTP. This means that Foxy is ISTP, while Fritz is INFP because I think Fritz can be imaginative due to his love for pirates. It sound like an unrealistic bold person. XD

You know that they say,

"Never underestimate the cunning of a pirate. Or a fox for that matter!" .

If you ask me this, what about golden Freddy? It's obvious, they rather be mysterious and don't frequently show up. He or they don't suit their species of being described as a bear itself being peacemaker, because they are mostly described as a vengeful spirit alongside a sorrowful spirit.

*^(You do realize that the movie Cassidy has something to do with their personality right? Or maybe Andrew from the FNAF book?

Good point.

Most missing children appear unexpressive and somewhat brainwashed by Afton. One of them seems manipulative, trying to gain Abby's trust. Does that mean spirits need to be expressive? It seems that spirits, especially those of missing children, come across as cold and aloof. They can be playful, but not around adults.

I like to think that Cassidy is likely to be cold and manipulative, yet passive-aggressive, hiding vengeful intentions.

(^Yes, they are literally young!)

Other people have portrayed the Golden Freddy child as similar to a Golden Retriever. I don’t mind you depicting the fifth missing child that way. Golden Retrievers tend to be loyal and cheerful, according to their yellow coloring. However, that doesn’t fit the Cassidy I see in this context. (In my perspective only.)

I think they are among the most unknown out there, being a design of Golden Freddy while also representing a mix of red and blue spirits. Oh, that's right—the blue and red spirits! It fits them alongside the animatronic yellow bear.

As you know, blue often represents emotional and sympathetic traits. These spirits can be imaginative, similar to Bonnie, but [Crying Child Name]'s personality fits the INFP type. As for Cassidy, an INTJ seems most suitable. (Also in my perspective only.)

In comparison to Jake and Andrew, Andrew is INTJ but has a similar function to ISTP? I'm uncertain about this but I can make another post if you ask! Jake is INFJ (Charlotte Emily is also an INFJ); I’m still unsure about those two. I see Jake as INFJ because he used to be imaginative, indicating an 'N' preference over 'S.' However, as he began to explore his past, does that mean he might possess an 'S' function? Could he possibly be ISFJ?

I still appreciate how they portrayed the Golden Freddy child as similar to an INTJ. However, I feel that Cassidy knew how to empathize with people because of [Crying Child's Name]. In fact, I see Cassidy as somewhat of a therapist for [Crying Child's Name], helping him manage his emotions and keep himself together.

What are your thoughts? (I feel like I am wasting my time on this.)

[spookycatholicknight]

Eight Author's Note:

The darkness, loneliness, the demons. They breed hatred and attack us when we're most isolated. They follow us in pacts and surround our head with their thoughts that mimic our voices. They increase the pains of injustice and malice to fill our hearts so we remain unhappy but more so further away from morals. However, like Job, we must remember the lord is on our side. Even when we can't hear or feel him, we must walk towards him and follow his son's footsteps. Think of this, we, my brothers and sisters, have sinned and have entertained evil thoughts within our minds. While Jesus did not, however, even with the injustice and hatred thrown at him. He still picked up his cross of burdens, pains, and death. And walked forward. He kept his head high to the light of god, knowing he couldn't do it without his father. He prayed, and cried for god like you and I do. He hung up on that cross, brutalized, one for 'punishment for his crimes', but more so for our psychotic pleasure. A world where we do not chase after love that's tender and sweet or hard and unmoving when sin tries to wear compassion for camouflage. Strength to be able to endure hard times and pick up others around us. Honesty so we are not caught in the mirages of lies that leads us to the hells we make here on earth. Is then a world full of hatred, bitterness, and hash, cold, storms. Jesus is kind, he showed us on his time on earth to live righteously, to pick up your burdens and bear them, he taught us how to become our best self. So why not follow the spirit or live as if the spirit of righteousness exists? We would be better off living the 10 commandments instead of letting our selfish, fleshly, desires overtake us to live comfortable and weakly crawl on this earth.

As my father taught me an important saying:

Difficult times make tough people, tough people make good times, good times make weak people, weak people make difficult times, then it repeats.

Lastly, even if you try to twist this universe as if you are the master of reality through lies. Just know the real world and truth will come at you hard and you will never get away with anything. Truly, look at yourself and figure out, how are you contributing to this world being terrible. All of our terrible actions affect each other.

If I can teach you anything through this story, be faithful like Job. Strive to be honest, and keep standing up when you fall.

Stay strong, stay hard, stay true, and become YOU.

Thank you for reading my story, may god bless you and help you do his will and bless you with strength to take on whatever challenges come at you in life. Have a wonderful day and I wish you the best.

[sweet-honey-tears]

🌸If You Give Them Your Hand BNHA🌸

Characters: Sero, Bakugou, Denki, Hawk, Shoto, Shinso, Izuku {GenderNeutral Reader}

What happens when you give the Boys of BNHA your hand? Some are you just straight up give them your hand, others are scenario. As always feel free to leave a request and thank you all so much for the support! ❤️🥺

Warning: Swearing and there are some suggestive parts.

◾️🟨Sero 🟨◾️

Sero was working in the kitchen, putting dishes away while making something for lunch for the both of you. Music swayed in the air as you approached. Your hand, and arm, outstretched waiting for his reaction. Sero seemed a tad bit startled by your sudden presence and then at your action. Like you just walked into the kitchen with your arm in front of you… what is happening? He looked at you, puzzled for a moment before smiling. The confusion in his eyes was gone.

He grabbed your hand, kissed your knuckles first, then wrist, then made his way up your arm. He kissed your cheek, nose, then lips. His eyes met yours, the red blush evident on your face as you stared at him.

“Entertained Amor?”

💥Katsuki Bakugou💥

Bakugou is sitting on the couch with your dog watching TV. Some old American movie about a superhero is playing, and Bakugou seems both hypnotized and confused. “Rip off ALL MIGHT” he mutters. You walk over to him, standing at his side as you place your arm/hand out, waiting.

“What are you doing Dumbass?”

You don’t answer, just smirk at him. He glanced back at the movie, pausing it and turning his full attention onto you. Wtf are you doing? He carefully grabs your hand, wondering if you have some stupid trick shocker in it. But nothing- nothing except your reaction. You smile, and it clicks. It's that stupid TikTok thing.

He gives you this sweet smile and brings your hand to his lips. He turns your palm to face him, before licking your entire hands and wrist. His snarky smile comes through as you see his sharp  canines.

“Kat that's so gross!” You try to yank your hand away but he won’t let you.

“Aw come on Teddy Bear, we've done a lot grosser.”

“Kat-”

“Like last night we-”

“KAT STOP!”

⚡️Denki⚡️

Denki had just stepped back into the house, sweaty from the gym and hazy. His eyes land on you, your arm and hand outstretched and he just stares. He’s both tired and a bit out of it so it takes him a good couple of seconds to realize what the hell is happening. Then he does He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles. He then, of course, does his little flirty wink and smile, gazing up at you through his bands and eyelashes.

“I thought you wanted me to pull your finger for a moment” he laughs, your hand still in his as he weaves them together, standing up straight.

You can't help that laugh that leaves your chest at the confession. He chuckles too, more so at your bubbly laugh.

🪶Keigo (HAWKS)🪶

Hawks had just left the bathroom from showering when he saw you. Standing there with your arm outstretched towards him. Your hair is mused and you're dressed for bed. Usually, he’d take that as an invitation but today, he just needed to be close to you. Something happened today, something that’s weighing heavy on his heart and mind. And he just needs you. Needs you close. Keigo gives you a soft smile before moving towards you, hand holding yours as his other cups your back. One of his feathers departs and goes towards the record player in the corner, flicking the record over and putting it on. The two of you just dance, both slowly stepping to the beat of the music as the sun fully sets. At some point, his wings cave around the both of you, protecting you from everything outside.

“I love you chickadee”

🌿 Izuku Midoriya🌿

Izuku takes it as a hint to pull you to him since you were sitting down. Laying down actually, you both had just woken up but

Another lovely morning in bed was ruined by Izuku’s alarm. Hero work. You grumbled and groaned as you felt Izuku try to unweave himself from you. Trying his best to not wake you, but it didn’t matter. You had become somewhat used to his work schedule at this point, being able to wake up even without his alarm going off. But that doesn't mean you were happy about it.

“ZooZoo come back.”

You groaned as you peeked open your eyes to see your boyfriend shut the bathroom door; trying to stop the bathroom light from hitting you. Time passed by and you found yourself more awake, now in the kitchen making coffee for the two of you, sitting on the counter as you waited. You could hear Izuku moving around, putting on his hero uniform. You hummed as you saw his familiar head of hair enter. You reached your arms out to him, wanting a hug because I mean- you didn’t get to have your peaceful morning with him. But, he thought you need him to pull you down. Why? Because he usually has to pull you out of bed. And his un-caffeinated, tired mind processed you as still being in bed. (Man had a hard week, cut him some slack.) But unlike those times, when he’d tug you out from the covers, you weren’t prepared for the jank off the counter. So you go pretty much flying from the counter and crumble to the ground since you had no balance. Izuku reacted fast, thanks to constantly training his reflexes, and catches you, his arms going under yours

“Well, that didn't go as planned.”

“Heh yeah sorry.”

“What happens?”

“I think my mind processed you as still being in bed.”

“Izu…baby… I think you need a day off. Just some rest. It’s been months.” Your hands cupped his face.

“Yeah, maybe your right…alright let’s go back to bed. I’ll grab us some coffee and call the commission.”

He then pushes your body up, pretty much throwing you in the air slightly till he's holding your thigh, your hands rest on his shoulders.

🧊Shoto Todoroki🔥

It was right after he did a meet and greet, you had been hanging out on the side watching. Ensuring that everything worked and went smoothly. Thankfully this one had been only two hours, not eight. Yet it came right after a rather intense interview with the press. You watched with grated TEETH as they poked and prodded Shoto for information about his family. Fucking bastards.

And the minute it ended, when both the interview and meet and greet were done, you could see the toil it took on Shoto. How his shoulders slouched a bit and his back caved. He was emotionally tired and done with socializing for the day. You walked up to him, arm outstretched ready to give him a side hug, your other arm holding fan mail and whatever esle. Yet out of the corner of his eye, he only saw a hand. His back became straighter and his shoulders rolled back. He turned to you, and you watched as Shoto enter into ‘Hero Greet’ mode. He grabbed your hand. His grip was firm and gentle as he shook it. He gave you that award-winning smile, the one you see every fan post about when they meet him. He’s about to open his mouth, about to greet you with his robotic lines until he realizes it's you. His grip doesn't loosen and instead, he pulls you into his chest. His other arm wraps around your waist as he kisses your forehead.

“Ready to head home?” You ask

“Hm”

🧠Hitoshi Shinso 🧠

You had been sitting on the couch, Shinso’s head rested in your lap as he watched the Tv. The evening had been uneventful, a nice change to the chaotic week that had perused earlier. To say the least, both of you were grateful for this slow night. Your fingers weaved in and out of his hair, and your other hand rested lax against his shoulder. To be honest, you were both zoned out to the film. Your fingers stopped momentarily brushing his hair which broke Shinso from his haze and drowsiness. His eyes shifted up towards you, he could see the sleepiness in your eyes and your struggle to stay awake. You always tried to stay awake with him, keep him company on the night his insomnia was really bad.

His hand reaches up, grabbing your free hand on his shoulder. He lightly pulled your hand to his face, brought your palms to his lips, and kissed it.

“Go to sleep kitty. It’s been a long day.”

[holden-caulfield]

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?

━ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 - 𝐍.𝐋. 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

━ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: as prince of Ravka, Nikolai had many privileges, one of these being having a personal servant. But as much as the reader can't resist the prince's charms, he doesn't seem to be immune either...

━ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: nikolai lantsov x servant!reader

━ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: yes

━ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: flashback are in italics

━ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2013

━ 𝐀/𝐍: i'm not sure this is exactly what the request asked for, but i don't (and can't for the life of me) write smut so i hope this is okay anyway :')

Queen Tatiana had been very kind, for her standards, gifting Nikolai one of his numerous servants. She had one for every single step of her routine and she liked to change them once she learned their names a little too well. Once a servant was done working for the queen, they usually stayed in the palace, taking care of what needed to be taken care of.

It wasn't all the times that the queen personally decided to assign one of her old servants to their new job, and it was even rarer that said job was to be the prince's personal servant. But you couldn't complain.

You weren't too sad to be leaving the queen's side and experiencing more of the palace, especially if it was to work right beside the prince. You found your new job to be even better once you realized the prince didn't have as many needs as the queen: he liked company, mostly. Someone to join him wherever he needed to go, someone that would bear his constant banter; and you didn't mind it.

You made sure to greet him in the morning when he woke up, follow him throughout the day unless told differently, and greet him goodnight so that you could finally sleep too. It was easier than following every single one of the queen's instructions, and it was much more entertaining too. Not to talk about the prince, lighting every room he walked into with the simplest of smiles.

"Good morning, your highness." You greeted the prince as he opened the door of his rooms, meeting you already up and waiting. "Any plans for today?"

"I was thinking breakfast to start," he said with all the seriousness of a war strategist.

"Excellent choice, your highness, but i believe the cooks already had such a brilliant idea."

The two of you started walking together towards the kitchens, side by side, like you always did. It wasn't common for servants to walk as freely as you did, but Nikolai had requested it and you couldn't go against the prince's orders.

"These cooks, they're getting better and better every day," he said, still serious. "If i were king, they'd be on the first line beside the first and second army."

"And i would agree," you said, matching his tone. "I would never mess with a cook, especially around noon."

He let a chuckle escape. A brief look down at you, which you couldn't acknowledge or you would have become redder than an inferni's coat.

The conversation died there but it didn't feel uneasy, it didn't feel uncomfortable; silence with Nikolai felt relieving. As if in those moments he could hear all the words you weren't saying, all the feelings you couldn't externalize. You hoped he actually didn't, or you would have been in great trouble: falling in love with a member of the royal family was embarrassing other than stupid.

A cliché, really. The servant falling in love with the prince. You swore you'd read some book about it and yet it didn't stop you from dreaming about the possibility of it all. And yet that was exactly what it was; a possibility.

The day went by like it always did: you followed Nikolai around, even when he had no particular event to attend to. You talked freely around him, making comments about certain situations like how unappealing the tie his brother had chosen that day looked. And he would answer, a whisper so as to not be heard, that he was pretty sure his brother had decided to dress by himself, 'like a big boy', that day and that it was an unfortunate decision for everyone that had to see him.

You would have never dared such a topic with the queen, but Nikolai made it easy. He had established since the first day that he didn't want a servant, rather a friend.

"I can perfectly dress by myself and, even if it might not always look like it, comb my hair all alone," he said letting his hand run through his blonde hair, as to prove a point. "I don't need that and i have no interest in that."

He started roaming the room while you remained at the center of it, composed and looking down, because that's what a servant is supposed to do when a royal member is speaking.

"I want something more... genuine," he continued. "A friend, a funny one if possible but i can always make up for both if that were not the case."

You didn't say anything, confused about the whole conversation. The idea that it was all a test of the queen roamed your mind so you preferred to not say anything.

You heard his footsteps approaching you until he was right in front of you. He lifted your chin so that you were looking at him and found him with his eyebrows corrugated, a small smile on his lips. "That's exactly what i don't want. I like talking to people and if the people only listen and don't answer, my ego just gets too big." He paused a moment, his smile widening. "And that's a problem, some would say."

You still didn't utter a word but at least now you were looking at him. He let a sigh escape his lips as he distanced himself from you and you finally felt like you could breathe again.

You grasped every ounce of courage you had and hoped it was not a test. "I was just wondering how desperate one must be to want a servant to be their friend."

You immediately regretted your words, but Nikolai seemed to love it. He turned around with the biggest grin on his face, running towards you to grasp your shoulders and shake you, maybe a little too vigorously. "She speaks! And she's funny! Not more than me, but she's funny!"

Since then, you and Nikolai had been more friends, as he wanted, than prince and personal servant and yet you wanted more. It was already unreal to be so close to him despite your social status and yet you wanted more.

But you couldn't have that, and so you settled with what you had: a dubious friendship with the most handsome prince you'd ever seen.

It was getting late and, as always, you left your room to bid the prince goodnight. Normally, the queen would have at least a dozen more things for you to do before bed but Nikolai never asked anything of you if not to have a good night and wake up a little later than usual. You never did: you had to be there when he woke up because, after all, it was your job.

You closed the door behind you and went up to Nikolai's, knocking twice. It took slightly longer than usual for him to open it, which never happened, but the state in which he was in solved all your doubts: in front of you was your prince, an immaculate bathrobe the only thing separating you from seeing what you hadn't already peeked at.

You immediately averted your eyes, looking down, but the image was engraved in your mind: his blond hair slightly wet and clinging to his forehead, beads of water stubbornly stuck to his skin, running down to meet the white fabric and end their run. In all the time you'd worked for Nikolai, you'd never seen him in that divine state and now you didn't know how to act.

Words escaped you, leaving you a mess in front of the prince, not even able to look him in the eye. You couldn't tell if it was respect because you'd already seen too much or shame because you would have loved to see more.

"You caught me in the middle of a shower, Y/n," he said, so non-chalantly, as if he hadn't just destroyed your ability to speak normally ever again. "Hope i don't look too handsome for you."

You opened your mouth to speak, even just a word to show him and yourself that you could, in fact, still formulate a sentence, but nothing. It wasn't until he let out a small chuckle that you found the strength to talk back, only to just shut his mouth and tone down his ego. "Don't worry about that, i was just coming to ask if you needed anything, before i go to bed."

"As always, you can go," he spoke. "Actually, there is one thing."

You couldn't resist anymore and lifted your head to look him in the eyes, letting your own scan his half covered body once more. You nodded your head, only once, brief and quick because you didn't trust your voice that much.

"I was wondering that maybe," he trailed off, looking away. It wasn't like Nikolai to look so vulnerable when speaking, to look almost afraid to finish the sentence. He was always too eager, if anything. "Forget it, it's late, i should let you go to sleep."

"No!" You responded, a little too fervently. "Anything i can help with."

He looked right into your eyes, so honest you'd never seen him like that. You swore that if only you'd wanted you could have read his entire soul right then and there, but it felt too personal, too intimate to look at him like that. To have him look at you like that.

"I was just thinking that maybe you could come inside."

Your eyes must have doubled in size because he immediately felt the need to explain himself further. "I don't know if you've noticed, but a servant is the last thing that i wanted and from the moment i met you i knew a friendship would've been impossible too."

"Why?" Was the only thing you managed to ask. You couldn't believe your eyes, your ears, your whole body. You couldn't believe Nikolai, your prince, was telling you exactly what you'd wanted to hear in such a long time.

"Because i found out it can be quite challenging to be just friends with someone you love." He declared and you knew he was honest: no mockery was concealed in his tone. He flashed you an infamous Nikolai smile. "That is if you love me too because if you don't, forget about it. Just forget i just declared my love to you with a bathrobe on my threshold. That would be ridiculous, right?"

"Right," you said, letting a giggle escape your lips. You looked down a brief moment then back up at him, resolution settled in your body. "Nikolai, i-"

You stopped, your face darkening. What would have everyone thought? What would happen if people, if the queen saw the two of you together? You looked down again. "Moi tsarevich, that would be unprofessional, what would the queen think and-"

He closed the distance between the two of you, gently wrapping his hand around your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. You could have stopped him at any moment. Anyone could have seen you as you let yourself melt into his embrace, as you let your fingers spread on the plain of his chest, as you let his tongue roam past your lips. You could have told him you wanted to change positions, to work for the queen again, to change job completely.

But you didn't. All you wanted was Nikolai's lips, Nikolai's embrace, Nikolai's hands all over your body. All you wanted and always wanted was him.

The queen and all the opinions people could have formed about you disappeared as he brought you closer to him, inside his room.

He grasped the door but before he could close it, he interrupted the kiss, holding your chin in his hand as he locked eyes with you. "I promise you one thing, lovely: you will never be just a servant again."

He kissed you again, this once soft. A kiss that contained a thousand words and even more emotions, and yet he chose to voice what was already clear from his lips: "I will make you my wife."

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[owlespresso]

The Lord Commander being hopelessly enamored with his Azure Dragoon and the Warrior of Light.

Aymeric loves slowly. Patiently. He bears long years of Estinien coyly slipping in and out of his bed, refusing to define what's between them.

They busy themselves with their respective responsibilities, stealing kisses in shadows, indulging in late night rendezvouses in the offices of Estate Borel. Their history is long and storied, and that expansive, well-weathered bond is what gives him the patience to entertain the late night escapades.

He stays up into the shy, first hours of the morning, waits for Estinien to fall asleep so he can admire how the moonlight cascades across the high planes of his cheeks, caressing his cut jaw and shining silver on long strands of hair—knocked loose from his ponytail by Aymeric's long, prying fingers.

He indulges in the view for as long as he stays awake, burns the sight into the back of his retinas. For he knows all too well that Estinien, like fine silk or fresh snow, will slip through his fingers in a matter of hours and spirit off to some far flung province or state that is in need of his talents.

In Estinien's absence, the Warrior of Light slides quietly, and then not so quietly, into his life. Brief, formal meetings at Camp Dragonhead become recurring rendezvous in his personal quarters. He wiles away with you into the late night, sharing opinions and experiences over tea and hot cocoa and whatever else you may happen to desire at that very moment.

You speak of all the land you have seen, tell him of your comrades and conquests, of what you have gained and lost in equal number. He teaches you the intricacies of Ishgard's political system, introduces you to key players and ensures that your allies obtain the supplies they so desperately need to remain afloat. He takes shameful pride in showing you around the stern grey manors and palatial ballrooms of the High Houses.

Rarely does he ever have the privilege of knowing something you do not. Rarely can he ever guide you when you are so (too) frequently abroad and away from him.

He bides his time. He takes your jacket when you stumble in from the cold, stokes the fire whenever you start to shiver—calls upon the cooks when your stomach growls. He takes care of you with an indulgent diligence that does not go unnoticed by your fellow Scions, on the rare chance they accompany you to Ishgard.

That Thancred fellow is too sharp for his own good, but Aymeric has no problem with letting others see how well he takes care of you. How patient he is.

He reclines in his chair and listens to you recount your adventures through the far east. Another roaring success, an entire nation freed from Garlemald's prying grasp. You guide him through the hilly paths of Yanxia, beneath the crystalline waves of the Ruby Sea.

He sees the world through your eyes, and wonders when you became his.

Your travels, as exhilarating as they may be for him to hear about, have clearly exhausted you. He cannot help but wish that you at least had Estinien at your side to lighten the load, since he can't be there himself. The dragoon's feelings for you are as plain as day to Aymeric, who has known him for more than a decade across negotiating tables and inside old training rooms and out in the thick of battle, tossed between enemy fire and dragon's breath.

Estinien is being irresponsible by avoiding you, in his humble opinion. But he is no saint, either. When he sees you off, it's with a smile and a reassuring pat on the back, or a hand on your shoulder—gestures that would be scandalous to Ishgard's upper echelon should they see it. He watches you go, whether it's across the Steps of Faith or shimmering out of existence to reach another aetheryte.

He is not a saint, because every time he watches you leave, he wonders what he could do to make you stay.

[princesssarisa]

Fictional Character Ask: Miss Piggy?

Favorite thing about them: Where to start? Her glamor and confidence. Her hilarious ego. Her unstoppable feistiness and determination. The funny contrast between the elegant, glamorous lady persona she performs and the tough, brash "pig" side she can never quite hide. (Which I just recently realized is relatable to those of us on the autism spectrum trying to perform social expectations). Her unexpected moments of real sweetness and vulnerability. It's no wonder she's such an icon!

I also love that even though she's heavyset, she has total confidence in her own beauty. And even though the other Muppets sometimes make annoying jokes about her weight, she's still treated as beautiful and desirable by men of various different species.

Least favorite thing about them: Her violent streak, especially her habit of karate chopping Kermit. The tradition of female-on-male violence being played for laughs should really be questioned, not just with the Muppets but in all media.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I'm a plus-sized female.

*I have a temper, though I don't let it show as much as I used to.

*I love music and entertainment.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm not an actress or a model.

*I'm not attracted to frogs.

*I'm not blonde.

Favorite line:

From The Great Muppet Caper, when she's insulting Nicky Holiday after he frames her for the jewel theft:

"You can't even sing! Your voice was dubbed!"

From Muppet Treasure Island:

"Well hello, Looooong John!"

And when Long John suspends her over a cliff (after Kermit/Captain Smollett had left her at the altar and Captain Flint had marooned her):

"You know, I'm beginning to see a pattern in the men I date."

brOTP: Most of the other Muppets (even if they do sometimes make fun of her, it's clear that they really are friends), and her dog Foo-Foo.

I'd especially like to see her share more friendship moments with Janice, since they're the two most prominent female Muppets from the "classic" era of the '70s and '80s.

OTP: Kermit, in the moments when her temper and his reluctance to commit don't get in the way.

nOTP: Nicky Holiday from The Great Muppet Caper, or worse, Constantine from Muppets Most Wanted.

Random headcanon: Quite a few of the other Muppet pigs are related to her. According to Frank Oz, she has many siblings – part of why she went into show business was because she couldn't bear the thought of becoming an overworked housewife with too many kids like her mother was. It makes sense to think that some of her siblings went into show business too, as did their children. Muppets Tonight made it canon that Andy and Randy, who originally played her brothers in Muppet Classic Theatre, are really her nephews – I also imagine that the two little girl pigs who played her daughters Belinda and Bettina in The Muppet Christmas Carol are her nieces, cousins to Andy and Randy.

Unpopular opinion: I agree with @ariel-seagull-wings that she looks better with curly hair, or at least wavy hair, than with straight hair. That said, her frizzy '80s perm in The Muppets Take Manhattan was a little extreme: loose curls suit her better.

Song I associate with them:

"Mad About the Frog" from the Leslie Uggams episode of The Muppet Show.

"Some of These Days" from the Loretta Swit episode of The Muppet Show.

"Never Before, Never Again" from The Muppet Movie.

"Miss Piggy's Fantasy" from The Great Muppet Caper.

"I'm Gonna Always Love You" from The Muppets Take Manhattan.

Favorite picture of them: