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[dan-crimes]

airy for the Bingo 👀👀

I know my opinions are prolly wrong and controversial but I do not care anymore since the show has been over for a good while

So let me just tap into my old knowledge of how I feel about the show and Airy as a character

Alright so yeah I'm on the more extreme side of things of just like Airy didn't do anything wrong ever, this isn't even me being like oh favourite character or anything it's just kinda like I just genuinely do not think he was ever thinking about anything he was doing ever

Obviously he still did bad things but like the thing is, when you DIE you don't really DIE so death kinda loses its meaning and there isn't really that impact anymore of Airy killing people and he had to also die multiple times likely in order to get where he is

So UNDERSTANDABLY there is a lack of connection there, a lack urgency in death @ the Plane once Airy understands how to bring people back

Obviously there is still a LOT of fucked up shit if you REALLY think about it and really connect with the characters and try and feel what they must be feeling BUT to think Airy is this fucked up cold and unfeeling villain aware of his actions is just not it

He just isn't. There. He's not there lmao it doesn't really feel like there is a way to get it through to him that what he's doing is causing problems bcuz it's like a sandbox game for him he doesn't understand that things happen without him that those are PEOPLE existing in his little world that they have lives and are effected by his actions

He only has a connection when he sees Liam in person and like there were other times he showed care and concern but it's a lot more apparent when someone is physically there with you, you can see and feel them and they have an impact on you

Plus he did feel bad about what he had done in the past but there's not really a way for you to properly process that so understandably he just doesn't, like it obviously bothers him but he also doesn't want to be alone and I understand how boredom is a killer

Plus I think he's prolly always been a bit messed up but it really comes out when you've been thru things ur never gonna be able to fully understand or process so you simply don't and just accept things and do things a certain way bcuz you just gotta

[spoiled-slutt]

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subbie info-kun x preferably afab!reader but its fine if u wanna do amab !! scenario; givin him a bj under his desk 😝

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Saw this and I just HAD to do this 🤭

I know I wasn’t the only one who had scenarios like these!!!!

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YOU’RE MINE. ALL MINE..

Knock,- knock, knock, knock

Info-Kun heard the sound of the knock code that he made for specifically you. He felt a shiver down his spine. He hadn’t been answering your calls for the past 2 days, he has been deep in his work and helping ‘that dumb black hair chick’ in your words. He was fucked and he knew it. “Come in.” He said sternly trying to keep his composure and spinning his chair. He watched as you walked into the room his body getting hot at the sight of just seeing you. Your eyes were dark and seemed so cold. The eyes he saw before he met you. Before you met him.

He sat up in his seat “Is there anything you need, Angel?” He asked softly. That was his nickname for you, something that was the complete opposite of what you were. You were anything but an Angel but, in his eyes you were the loveliest thing he laid his eyes on. He looked at you softly smile before it dropped again. ‘Fuck..’ he thought to himself. He felt his heart skipped a beat as you stepped closer and closer to him. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls?” You asked as you placed your hand on his shoulder and your grip on his shoulder and your nails that he paid for digging into his skin. He groaned at the pain that quickly turned into something that turned him on, he bite his lip and shut his eyes from releasing any sound from his pink soft lips. His cock growing quickly and his pants feelings painfully tight.

You walked around from behind his seat to front of him and grabbing his chin and making him look at you. His Ruby read eyes and your beautiful eyes meeting. “You’ve been helping your little side piece?” You asked your grip on his chin getting rougher which would sure leave a mark on his chin. He stopped breathing. “What are you on about my Angel?” He spoke. He moaned as he felt you put your knee in between his legs and adding pressure to his cock. He lets out a shaky breath from his lips and looks up at you. He turned away and groaned as you pressed harder against his erection. You forced him to look at your sinister and devilish smile. He knew he was done for. He knew he had fucked up

You leaned down and began to kiss on his neck and leaving small bites on his neck drawing closer to his neck. You began to unbutton his shirt and pinched at his nipples and they quickly turned red. He whimpered and covered his mouth. He felt his body was hotter than the sun— he felt like he was burning alive in your arms, in such a good and pleasurable way. He leaned it to you but you pulled back “Angel please—“ he begged softly before you cut him off but smashing your lips against his and devoured his lips. You moaned into the kiss gripping on your hips and holding side as your grind your knee against his harder.

.You smirked as you heard the muffled whimpers he let out being swallowed by your lips. he was so willing to your touch, leaning and melting into the kiss instantly. You pulled away a string of saliva connecting the two of you from the kiss. his eyes were lidded being filled with lust and desire for you and only you. You gave a soft chuckle as his open your mouth and quickly begin to attack his neck. you bit down hard and looked at the crimson blood that dripped down his pale skin. You quickly licked it away and kissed the bite mark. he gave a soft whimper as he looked down at you.

You continued to litter his pretty body with hickies and bite marks. claiming him as your own. you looked into his eyes as you kissed down his chest and taking one of his pretty pink nipples into you mouth. you heard his choke out a moan as you begin to suckle and softly bite at the bud. you used your other hand to twist and tease his other nipple.

As you pulled back there was a 'pop' sound. you looked at the other nipple quickly giving it the same treatment. you pulled back and give it kitten licks and looked into his eyes as he stared down into yours. his hands gripped at the arm chairs as you stared at him. you kissed down his chest and you were right in front of the raging bulge thar was in his pants. you looked into his eyes once again, doe, fake innocent eyes. you looked like an angel. his angel. you pulled yourself under the chair and stared into his eyes. his eyes filled with confusion

You pulled his chair towards you, his lower bottom now under the desk. You left room for you to be able to look into his eyes and let him watch as you sucked him off. you began to unbuckle his pants as he thrusted into the air. you let out a 'tsk' noise and held his hips down "That bitch not satisfying you enough?" he whined loudly as you pulled his pants down and palmed him through his boxers and he let out a moan as he threw his head back and moaned out your name

You saw a small pool of pre-cum that stained his boxers. you licked it as his head shot down to look at you and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Angel- mngh- please.. m'sorry" He moaned quietly his eyes shutting quickly. you slapped at his thigh and his eyes shot open. He stared at you as you pulled his boxers and his cock hit his stomach. you smiled as you began to stroke him slowly. he let out a loud moan as his hands balled into fist

You both heard the sound of a phone ringing filled the room. Your eyes narrowed as he picked up his phone. you took your other hand and snatched his phone out his hand.

"Ayano."

You tightened you grip on his cock as he hissed loudly. "This bitch really has the fucking nerve to call you huh? Don't you think so sweetheart?" he moaned in response quickly nodding his head. you handed him the phone. "Don't wanna keep you side chick waiting, yeah?" His eyes widened as he shut his eyes and began to shake his head. he cried loudly as you pinched the inside of his thigh

"Answer it." Your voice dropped as he nodded and quickly answered it. he cleared his throat as he put it on speak. whenever he got a call he always put it on speak whenever he was around you. He's so loyal. it makes your hear flutter. You spit into your hand and stroked him a quiet squelching noise. "W-What do you want Aishi" he groaned out and he looked at you with pleading eyes. you stared back not letting up but going fast. his eyes widened as he covered his mouth with his closed elbow and let out a soft muffled moan into it. "I need more info on Osana" she spoke so dryly. he began to type at his desk

"Y'know thats g'nna cost you" he spoke, his voice shaking a little. Ayano rolled her eyes through the phone. "Why did you have to change it from pantie pics? Those were so much easier to get" she said through the phone. his face turned red as you let out a soft giggle. "I just did. dont have to explain nothing" he spoke softly as you stared at him. you snapped your fingers and he quickly looked you at. You opened your mouth unlocking your jaw as you placed your mouth on his tip. he muted his phone quickly and let out a loud dragged out moan.

You snapped your fingers and pointed to his phone. he whined before unmuting the phone. You went lower, lower, lower, and lower. he let out a moan his eyes rolling to the back of his head. "Info-kun!? What the fuck!?" Ayano yelled through the phone. "F--Fuck Angel-" he spoke softly as the girl yelled through the phone. "Are you really getting off to talking to me?! Fucking weirdo" "What!? Fuck no!?" He yelled and your eyes widened with fury as you snatched the phone phone and got away from his cock with a 'pop'.

"You're really full of yourself, bitch" you snarled into the phone as you hung up. you tossed his phone at the wall breaking it. he whined. it was his work phone anyway but damnit. you rolled your eyes as you stroked him roughly as he jolted from his chair. his tip was red with anger and his cock began to twitch. you stared at him "Pantie pics? Really, baby?" You stared with a wicked smile on your face as you stroked faster "You really are pathetic baby" you finished as you went back on his cock deepthroating him

"A-Angel- wait- fuck! nngh!" He cried out as he looked into his eyes. the look into his eyes, he could easily cum right then and there. God you were so fucking perfect. you took your other hand to fondle him and pulled back quickly and pumped his cock "M' g'nna cum! cumming! please!" He cried loudly, his eyes rolled to the back of his head- seeing stars and his jaw dropped as you took him out your mouth and then and there he painted your face with his cum

Pearly white ropes shot from his tip and shot onto you face and you stroked him through his orgasm making sure to milk him dry. you smiled as he finished and his loud pants only filled the room. you took his tip into your mouth, licking it clean. you pulled back giving it a peck as you licked your lips. you took your finger and picked up the cum on your face. you licked your finger as you stared at him

You got from under his desk and crawled up, straddling yourself onto his lap. You stared into his eyes. he stared at you and you leaned down and kissed his softly. so different from the kiss you gave him before. it was loving, soft, so so so soft.. You pulled away looking at him "Please answer my calls, yeah?" You whispered on his lips. he nodded "Y'know i really am sorry.." He whispered softly as you laid your head onto his chest and nuzzled quickly. you nodded your head "I know.." You closed your eyes enjoying his warmth

"I love you" you said softly. you always said it but every single time you did you always ment it. Info-kun always kissed you, rolled his eyes, or said 'i love you too'.

He placed his nose in your hair and closed his eyes while sniffing the coconut shampoo that he loved. "I love you with my soul"

You smiled as you enter locked your fingers with his

How lucky are you for someone so loyal?

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A/N: AHHHH I FINSIHEDH THIS :333 HOPE U LIKE!!!!!!!. anyways its the new year so im gonna start uploading more! have alot of stories ive written just.. never posted a single one of them.. But anyways i love u guys and see you guys in the next story! >30

[pomefioredove]

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ a presumptuous affair

summary: kalim mistakes you, a random barista, for jamil's date. you go along with it tropes: coffee shop au, fake dating characters: jamil additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is not yuu, use of y/n, a little kalim x yuu, kinda long, a kissy

As if today couldn't get any weirder...

For a moment, you had almost believed it was fortune. You made it to work on time despite the snow, your shift manager let you take the afternoon off, even your customers were feeling generous- your tip jar was almost to the brim.

And then it got weird.

"Jamil, look! See how cute these cookies are? It's like they're dressed up for the new year!"

That sparkly ray of sunshine has had his hands and nose pressed against the glass of the pastry case all morning. He's dressed in a Night Raven College uniform, but you can't imagine what someone so cute would be wearing it for.

"I just can't decide what to get! Everything looks so good!"

On the contrary, the taller, quieter, tired-looking boy, the one called Jamil, standing by the door, suited his uniform quite nicely.

"I'm sure the Prefect will be pleased with whatever you choose for them, Kalim. We're going to be late,"

The sparkly one (Kalim, was it?) pouts. "But this is our first new year's party together! Usually, I'd just buy everything, but they said..."

"Only one thing. I know. Surely, with all the time you spend together, you'd know their preferences,"

"I do! But it's hard... you'd understand if you had a date, too, Jamil,"

He narrows his eyes. "I'll be kept busy enough by the party,"

"Aw, that's no fun. You should enjoy yourself, too! If you need any help finding a date, I'd be happy to ask for you!"

"That is completely unnecessary-"

You finish wiping down the case, having shamelessly eavesdropped on the entire conversation. "May I make a pastry suggestion?"

Kalim's eyes widen, as if he'd forgotten you were standing behind the sparkly glass, but Jamil nods.

"Please, please do. And thank you..." his eyes dart down to the nametag on your apron. "Y/N."

"You guys know each other? Oh! I see," Kalim grins.

"Now I know why we came here instead of my favorite place- this is your date!"

The silence is almost worst than the bickering. You and Jamil (perfect strangers, by the way) exchange similar expressions of surprise, while Kalim grins, waiting to be introduced, or... something.

You open your mouth, but before you can explain yourself or the rather presumptuous affair, Jamil nods.

"Yes. This is them,"

He gives you a look that either says "please go along with it" or "I will make you go along with it" but you're too shocked to speak, anyway.

Kalim giggles. "This is perfect! Now I won't have to worry about you being lonely at the party. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I didn't want to take away the attention from yourself and the Prefect," Jamil says, dryly, crossing his arms.

Kalim either doesn't notice his tone, or he ignores it.

"Aw, you guys don't have to worry about that! Here, I'll have one of those, and those... that date pastry for Jamil, and... here!"

He takes out a roll of thaumarks thicker than your hand and forces it into your tip jar.

Jamil's eyes widen with panic. "Kalim-"

"I want to make a good first impression!" he says, and then to you: "I can't wait to see you at the party!"

You finish bagging his pastries, shellshocked, and watch him skip out of the coffee shop like a little kid.

Jamil lingers, seemingly unbothered, and yet apologetic all the same.

"Sorry I dragged you into this, he's been begging for a double date all week. I'll tell him you're sick when the party comes around,"

He turns to leave. Your eyes dart between the tip jar, him, the boy outside, him, your coffee-stained hands, and him once more.

"Wait!"

Jamil stops, one hand on the door, and looks over his shoulder.

You try to stop yourself, but the words spill out of your lips anyway. "What time?"

You had never been inside Night Raven College, but the very last thing you were expecting it to be, anyhow, was warm.

You'd dressed in something thick and wooly for the winter weather, and now you're sweating, there's sand stuck under your nails and cool drinks are being passed from hand to hand.

"You're dressed like a penguin," Jamil whispers, holding you by the wrist and pulling you towards a closet, lined with gold and stuffed with coats and shoes from the partygoers.

"I didn't know it'd be hot!"

Jamil closes the door. "I suppose that was an oversight on my part. But I can't have you afflicted with heatstroke- not under my care, at least. Take off the coat,"

You do as he says. You've learned very little about Jamil over the evening, but he seems to know what he's doing.

"Better, but you're drenched in sweat. I'm sure we have dorm uniforms in your size somewhere..."

A loud, raucous noise that you can only assume was a cheer comes from beyond the door. You're not so sure you want to know.

Jamil notices the look on your face. "Too loud?"

"It's a little... much,"

He scoffs, though there's a smile on his lips, now. "That's one way of putting it, I suppose,"

He begins moving coats and shoes, boxes and chests, looking for something to cool you off. You sit on the floor behind him.

"I apologize again. For making you a part of this. I... didn't think you'd actually come," he says, facing away from you.

"I don't mind. I didn't have any plans for the holiday, anyway,"

Jamil makes a noise of acknowledgement, but, no words. You suppose he's trying to figure you out as much as you are him.

"...Ahem. Well, I'm... pleased to have you here. As much as it hurts to admit Kalim was right about one thing, I did need company today,"

"It's no problem,"

"It's some problem," Jamil scoffs, but he's smiling, too. "You'll have a headache for days after this."

"Then it'll be worth it,"

He seems to give up on finding a uniform, or perhaps he's just forgotten about it altogether, and he sits next to you.

You tilt your head to the side, a smile playing at your lips.

"I think Kalim was right about two things, actually,"

Jamil looks at you as if you'd hit your head on something and started speaking in tongues. "And what is that?"

You point up towards the heavens, or, rather, towards the ceiling of the closet, where a mistletoe has been poorly strung up.

"You should enjoy yourself, too,"

Jamil's eyes widen, but before he can ask who put that thing up there?! your kiss is on his cheek and his stoic demeanor is gone.

"Eh- what was that for?"

You could laugh at his expression, but you don't want to rub it in his bewildered face. Rather, you gently nudge his side.

"For being so kind,"

"Kind?" Jamil repeats the word as if he'd never heard it before. "I would hardly call myself that. I'm only... repaying the favor for your kindness."

You smile.

"I guess I'll just have to keep being nice to you, then,"

[takes1]

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"Come on, dumbass- the bus is here," Iwaizumi reached out to grab Oikawa's wrist to keep him from lingering any longer at the entrance to the gym floor.

"Give me two seconds," Oikawa spat. He swatted away his teammate's attempt to haul him from his vantage point.

Iwaizumi sucked his teeth and muttered something under his breath.

For once, Oikawa didn't pay it any mind. He had to see you spike. He had to watch you win.

The ball spun up, perfect and slow for your setter- his clammy hands clenched at the soaked number on his jersey. You leaped up for it. He froze that moment in time, your perfect form, perfect body, perfect force, all sculpted for this sport you both loved and dedicated yourselves to. It was a frame he could worship until the end of time.

You gave a brutal and strong slam, clean and cutthroat, that connected to the linoleum on the other side of the court.

"YEAAAAHHHHH!!"

The cries of the audience, your team, a double whistle, and the pounding of his own heart for you filled his ears. He couldn't hear the reinforcements Iwaizumi had sent to drag him away so they could leave.

It didn't matter now.

None of them were in the mood to entertain his sensitivities, since they hadn't had as much luck as you against Karasuno.

That being said, he wasn't the only one who was happy the girl's team had managed to make it. It made their group jogging back to catch the bus just a bit less out-of-sorts.

Though his plan was to speak to you first thing that next morning about the match, it never worked that way.

You were the epitome of untouchable, surrounded by many friends and always smiling at something they said to you- he couldn't stomach the possibility of you not smiling at him the same way.

But you were magnetic; as soon as he gave up on the line he prepared for you, he would watch your perfect smile light up the room and have a brand-new, better one.

Yet, a mere, "Hey," Was all he could manage on his best days when your teams switched for practice, between his own admirers never leaving him alone, and your always-occupied attention.

He wasn't enough to catch your eye.

That alone stumped him, because he never had a problem with this before you.

There was a noisy little songbird outside the window, right next to him on the other side of the glass, practically egging him on.

His gaze flitted from the bird over to your desk for the final, innumerable time that class. The heavy head in his hand tilted, studying the way you played with your hair, in hopes to replicate it.

God, if you were his, you would never have to worry about brushing it. He'd be at your beck and call, anything you needed, he would search Heaven and Earth for it.

He sighed through his nose, hand over his mouth.

There was a pain in his eyes.

You copied the last few pieces from the textbook to your notes and brushed away some eraser marks from your desk. A steady, cute, focus on your brow.

The bell rang for lunch.

A fluttering of wings and the bird he was watching was far away now, soaring through the partly cloudy sky. He turned back to you and his heart sank.

There were already guys at your desk congratulating you on your win.

You grinned and mentioned your team's hard work, casual and cool, and took your lunch out as they walked away.

He couldn't let himself be forgotten. With a bit too much enthusiasm he stood and his chair scraped the floor, loud.

Only a few people turned to look and you were thankfully not one of them.

No time to think-- just going for it, he belted out at the side of your desk,

"I saw you win the match."

What the fuck did he just say?

You glanced up at him. He didn't mean to say that, exactly. He should've just said congrats. His face filled with struggle.

"Oh!" You wiped your mouth, "Yeah, I saw you guys walking out, I wanted to talk to you!"

He stumbled over his words, unable to think clearly enough to take a second to breathe, "Y-eah, the bus- was there--."

"The girls watched you guys, too. I'm sorry about what happened."

His face was starting to get warm, and just his luck, two of his most common groupies were stalking you with dark looks at the door. He was fumbling so bad. Of course you watched him lose.

You looked down for a moment, "That was a tough match."

In doing so, you remembered that monster serve that made you jump out of your seat.

You giggled, "Oh man, but that serve of yours!!"

His chest puffed up, filled with a newfound pride that mended every lackluster attempt he ever had at getting your attention.

"That was so fucking cool!"

Heat crept up his neck, goosebumps all over his arms so bad he had to cross them. He was blushing ear to ear.

A choked sound preceded his uneven voice, "You saw that?"

"Y-eaaah, I mean," He was making it worse already, but you were grinning up at him. How could he not keep trying to impress you?

"-They're better way better at practice, ya know."

"Oh, yeah?" An unwanted, deep voice egged on from his side.

He jumped away from Iwaizumi, whom he made plans to meet with for lunch, now standing with his arms crossed and an unimpressed brow line.

You both shared an amicable wave before he slapped a broad hand on the back of Oikawa's neck to direct him away and let you eat in peace.

It was arguably in his best interest, but Oikawa scrambled out of his grip as soon as he was in the hallway, pissed that he was abducted just as it was getting good.

"The fuck?" He snapped, rubbing the hot spot just under his hairline.

Iwaizumi, not about to tolerate his attitude like he did yesterday, rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets. He started walking towards their usual spot with a smirk that his friend couldn't see.

He called over his shoulder, "You should really tuck that, dude."

The few students in the hallway watched his back, some in amusement, some in carnal curiosity, as he panicked for a moment, faced a corner -beet red and muttering-, and did just so.

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[xenibenbb]

Lamb the yapper

Funny Nari sent them away when they brought up a certain mortal husband hmm...

Music and bleats come directly from the game

Oc info dump below

Most of these oc's are major parts of my au i love them a lot

In order of introduction

Alna- moment they were indoctrinated they became incredibly helpful and reliable. Heavy devotion for the lamb and strong dedication in helping them with the cult. Also taught them how to properly read and write (bro went through several decades bullshitting their way through leading).

Hety- lamb's 2nd husband who is also very helpful! Puts physical work into the cult, supportive of their choices and ideas, lead them to some interesting discoveries (vanilla as hell tho). Helps them embrace their humanity and, in private, is allowed to say their real name.

Yaranno- (loved this dude in my game) soft speaking and polite, kind of a mixologist. Works behind the bar when the drink house is open. Is a father and proud of that.

Ehm- old dog. Cult's undertaker and morgue worker. Has a skill with autopsying. His closeness with death and old man wisdom interests the lamb. Gilf.

Babette- first baby in the cult!!(and of my first save). Is alna's daughter and lamb's adoptive daughter. Is devoted and dedicated like her father/parent and pays close attention to sermons and prayers. Lamb subconsciously named her after someone they knew.

Hilna- literal 2nd baby in the cult. Is Hety and Alna's daughter (u know how awkward it is for ur husband to go up to u and ask if he can go in the mating tent with ur favorite follower). Is also taken in as lamb's daughter. She's a little silly and a bit of a troublemaker but she'll eventually be just as devoted as her older sister. Has accidentally given an offering of fish to nari ("what is this magic box that makes things disappear??").

Wormo- 4th child! Is Yaranno's son. At this moment in time he is just a lil baby caterpillar. But he'll eventually be a yapper and a little naive. Lamb considers him a son as they love and adore all children being born in the cult.

Anari- 3rd child! (Sorry for the wrong order). Hot headed and a little bratty. Big pouter. Was not interested in the lessons the other children took until the lamb has a gentle word with her. Pretends to be a loyalty enforcer (with literal force).

Love these dudes. Lamb created their own little family and longed for the day they could live as they do. Hope nothing goes wrong multiple times and is directly caused by a certain cat.

[mekakitsune]

sleeping with jinx (but not actually)

sfw headcanons

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you die. thats the end :)

jkkk lol

jinx probably takes the record for worst possible sleep schedule (its non-existent). does not listen when her body needs rest, and will push herself until she burns out.

but, theres a way around her stubbornness >:3 cuddles!!! an absolute sucker for physical affection and 9/10 times shes so exhausted, she passes out very fast

but she doesnt always crash on you dw, cuddling is a very common occurrence between the two of u! shes always got her hands on you in one way or another, and does not care about anything anyone has to say abt the pda she gives!! ur her favourite in the world, ofc shes gonna show you off as hers

wild sleeper but you couldnt water board that info outta her if you tried. massive blanket stealer ): definitely punched u in her sleep once or twice or a lot. she moves a lot in her sleep, and is a verrrry light sleeper

always needs to be touching you before you do sleep tho, definitely talks your ear off while you two just hold each other, until you both feel heavy with exhaustion. sleep comes a lot easier to her with you around

nightmares are common as well, ands its not uncommon to wake up to her sitting up zoned out, or gone from the room completely. usually she doesnt want to talk about it, and probably wont sleep after much if at all. sometimes your concern is enough to break a few layers of wall though, she will let it off her chest, emotions on display much to her discomfort. she doesnt know how to say it, but she really appreciates you listening to her, instead of brushing her off as crazy or dramatic like everyone else

def the all nighter type! loves having you around in her workshop late at night, chatting and cracking dumb jokes, watching her tinker with whatever shes working on

she'd never admit it, but her heart grows 10 sizes when you show up in her workshop late and force her to take a break. she'll play it cool, stubborn as always, but on the inside shes dying over how caring you are. most nights like these end up with you two on the worn out couch, cuddling tightly as you play with her hair. she loves the affection, and always makes sure she shows it back :)

[inkie-does-whump]

I hope you don’t mind but I have some questions abt ur lab au

Is Ren close with anyone else other thab Martyn?

We saw a bit in the Mumbo oneshot, but how is Mumbo and Scar’s friendship in it? (im biased bc i love them as besties LOL)

Any info on Netty and her relationship with Martyn (pre lab and during it)?

You’ve mentioned how Grian is post-incident, hypothetically how would he react if he got outside (like free?)

Does Scott get hired out for more things than just dancing?

Oh lots of questions! Okay, let's see how many I can answer lol (by the way, if anyone else has several questions, it's helpful for me if you send in several asks instead of one big one)

-Is Ren close with anyone other than Martyn?

Yes! The subjects that can stomach seeing him like this do spend plenty of time with him. They have to go out of their way to see him, since he has his own little enclosure with some fake grass and a dog kennel. Obviously Martyn visits him often, but he also gets plenty of visits from other subjects like Bdubs, Scar, Skizz, Cleo and (when he's with the HC batch of subjects) also False and Doc. Sometimes other subjects just come over to enjoy the grass

-What is Mumbo and Scar's friendship like?

Mumbo and Scar are pretty close. They consider themselves a trio with Grian, even though Grian doesn't participate much. They just find wherever he's hanging out that day, and sit down beside him.

Scar taught them how to make paper flower crowns once, and even though Grian didn't move to make his own, he was still decorated with half a dozen by the end of the day.

The flowers were all yellow.

Scar called them buttercups.

-Netty and Martyn relationship?

Pre-lab, Netty and Martyn had been engaged. They were actually taking a road trip to their wedding location when they got kidnapped, so a bunch of their wedding things were taken with them (most of them the Watchers resold online). The two of them were some of the very first people the Watchers kidnapped, and they put up quite a fight, so the Watchers struggled to get them to the lab.

Martyn managed to grab the wedding rings as he was dragged out. They were still clutched in his firm grip when they reached the lab.

There they made some new friends and -after realizing that would never escape and coping- decided to continue the wedding right there in the lab. They decorated a room with things they scraped together and said their vows right there.

The Watchers hated all that love

-What would happen if Grian was freed?

Hmmm. I don't think I can answer this without spoilers. I'll answer this later ;)

-What does Scott get rented for?

Scott gets rented for two main things. Other than performing (cough cough, you know what that means), he is also advertised as a "personal assistant" which sometimes means he ends up deep cleaning someone's house for them, and sometimes it means sleeping in an unfamiliar bed. Rentings are always difficult for Scott since he's low energy (from not eating. He's never at threat of death though, the Watchers force him to take supplements so they don't lose him)

[pearlescentparade]

hello!! I'm very very sorry if this seems abrupt at all but I wanted to share some azure lore bits revealed by co-director juno ... I dearly wish I could link and share the screenshots that someone shared of juno discussing azure's facts, but unfortunately I can't do that as an anon (and I'd rather not reveal my primary blog, as it is very personal ^-^') ... if you'd like to see the messages for yourself, they are in the official two time forum, but you may need to scroll quite a bit just to view them

messages aside, here's the basic gist of the azure lorebits that were shared!!

azure was rebirthed in a field of nightshades after their death to two time, they were buried in said field and the flowers now share some of their essence after they transformed

azure doesn't completely resent two time; in fact, they miss them a lot and wants to have them back in their life. however, their current post-transformation form forces them to feel the hatred and resentment provoked by the spectre (essentially, the spectre enhanced the negativity that azure feels and makes them excessively violent in the process)

when azure transformed, vines sprouted out of their back and their head, taking the appearance of tentacles only because the fibers cause the illusion of the tentacles being made of a shiny, slick material. the tentacles are actually very sharp and thorn-like

^ adding onto this point; azure can grow nightshades from their tentacles and hair because of the vines' properties :)

before two time killed azure, azure was a very amiable individual and liked to help people. they also loved studying plants (they were very into botany) and knew how to cultivate plants into medicine for use (also a personal interpretation, but it's implied that azure was very careful when making their medicine and gave their patients the exact dose they needed, as juno mentions that azure was far more mindful and aware of their limits than two time was)

nightshades are most likely azure's favorite flowers/plants because of their medicinal properties and vibrant purple color

with all that information aside, I personally could see a (post-forsaken) two time x reader x azure where reader got sick from accidentally eating poisonous berries and two time bringing them to azure in a panic, and azure tending to them with grace and expertise ... and reader says after being treated, anticlimactically, "wow, it sure was a good thing you were one of the only botanists in the whole cult, azure!"

by the way, if it isn't taken already, may i be referred to as the azure-addict anon? i know it's a lot, so if that's too much, you can also just use the🪻emoji for me :D either one works!! i love your blog dearly, and I hope youve been doing well!! I honestly wanted to interact with you a lot sooner, but I was admittedly feeling too timid to do so... my apologies ^-^'' please take your time with requests, drink lots of water, and stay safe!! its nice to meet you :)

– azure-addict or 🪻anon

azure-addict anon im going to kiss you /p I NEEDEDDD THIS INFO CUS IDK LIKE ANYTHING ABOUT AZURE BESIDES THEIR RELATION TO THE CULT AND TWO TIME OMG,, thank u for this :] i will keep them in mind and hgehghe ,.,,, azure x reader x two time ,,,,, drools (can u tell i love throuples!!!!

ANBD OUGHGH,,,, im glad uve come out of ur shell and decided to send in something!!! do not be afraid, i dont bite!!! i always encourage anyone to talk to me, and its very exciting when new anons pop up :] thank u for ur support and the lil reminders! be careful with what u wish for cus i fear i need 2 lock in for schoolwork so reqs might take longer,, this is what i get for being a dual enrollment tryhard smh ;; it's very nice to meet you too <3

[spaceagebachelormann]

zigmar i come to you humbly on this fine evening with the simple request that you give me some sort of might duck sustenance por favor and muchas gracias

they can be incoherent and stupid and goofy and silly to the max i just need to rotate this little kids like rotisserie chickens in my mind (esp fulton portman and julie)

random miscellaneous tmd thoughts !

✧ warnings: some of them may be ooc ngl

✧ additional info: u got it pookums 😈😈😈🙏 also these can be read as either platonic or romantic (not luis)

✧ m.list — nav.

♡ charlie conway !

the most insane taste in music literally ever

bro goes from madonna to death metal SO FAST

but ngl his playlist is always the best and he always gets to play music whenever u go anywhere

but oh my god he’d love pierce the veil in present day

HES ALSO LIKE SOMEHOW AMAZING AT MATH. but he cannot do science for literal shit

also his clothing style changes js like his music taste

will literally be kurt cobain one day and morrissey the next (hed hate morrissey though)

♡ adam banks !

every team sleepover/event/literally anything could js be a spontaneous hangout is always at his house

it’s because he’s rich and his house is huge as fuck and he has every board game known to man

just do not play uno because a fight always breaks out (charlie is always part of it)

he’s always the one who ends the fight also

he has this very calming presence that’s so nice to be around and him js talking to whoever got into a fight immediately helps calm them down

also weirdly good at comforting in the middle of the night but never during the day??

♡ lester averman !

he would watch full house religiously prove me wrong

his favourite character is obviously joey because they are one in the same

everyone on the team and their mother has been forced to watch full house while he’s been at their house/vice versa

he can also cook like. decently well !! it’s not something he’d prefer to do but he will for his friends if they’re tired or smth

♡ fulton reed !

this little shit

he is so unbelievably competitive over the smallest things it’s actually insane

typa guy to race u to see who can get to one side of the room first and start genuinely tweaking if he doesn’t win

at sleepovers he refuses to fall asleep first even if it’s just by a few minutes

he could be dead to the world but still have his eyes open cause he refuses to let u win (unless ur his s/o cause he might consider it that way)

♡ connie moreau !

she is definitely a theatre kid idc

her favourite musicals are probably grease, hairspray and heathers

she likes female main characters!!

everytime she gets into a new fandom she immediately starts thinking abt what it’d be like a musical and probably wanted to be a composer at some point

would 100% beg to use the aux on a road trip and then blast hamilton loud as balls

she wholeheartedly believes six is a top tier musical and she will DIE on this hill

(fun fact i’ve met andrea macasaet <3)

♡ guy germaine !

modern day guy would’ve loved basic white girl music

“life is too short to pretend to hate taylor swift” —him

also 100% a britney spears girlie. and nsync and every stereotypical white girl artist

but i wholeheartedly believe britney would be his favourite and he has her whole discography on cassette, cd, vinyl, u name it he has a britney spears collection

also his ass is NOT straight 💀 i’ve never met a straight man who listens to britney spears

♡ julie gaffney !

lowkey a regina george multitude if she wasn’t kinda. yk. a bad person

she’s a mix of cher and regina

everyone at the fancy ass boarding school literally loves her because she’s calm, smart pretty nice etc etc she’s just a really great person to be around

shes that one student who has every assignment finisher a week early, all a’s and 100% in every subject WITHOUT being mean abt it!!

her ass is friends with the whole student population and knows every well and knows all the drama but won’t tell everyone if she thinks it’s too personal (it’s it’s random petty nonsense she tells the team)

♡ ken wu !

secretly rlly good friends with julie but nobody knows even though they do not try to hide it at all

literally wander the halls talking abt whatever just for everyone to be like “y’all are friends???”

also this man secretly loves lana del rey

him and julie will sit on his bedroom floor and literally tell him the most insane and jaw dropping gossip she heard that day while lana is playing in the background

everytime someone asks his favourite lana song he says grandfather please stand on the shoulders of my father while he’s deep-sea fishing on did you know that there’s a tunnel under ocean blvd to fuck with them

♡ dean portman !

is actually very very good at math!!

he was a tutor for the 9th/10th graders for a bit to get volunteer hours and also cause he just likes doing math

you’d expect it to be like doing homework with ur dad and the poor kid is in tears while deans like “WHATS NINE. TIMES TWO.” but he’s actually surprisingly patient

if he’s explained something a few times and they still don’t get it he’ll just try it a different way until they get it and work them through the problem

has rlly strong relationships with the 9th and 10th graders cause of this and is essentially their older brother figure

the amount of 14/15 year olds that he’s given relationship advice too is insane (id be one of the 14 year olds probably)

♡ luis mendoza !

his type is secretly quiet girls cause he finds them rlly interesting and likes the thought of them being happy around him but quiet around everyone else

he’s like yes girl be urself with me

it all stemmed from the girl he liked in 8th grade who helped pick up his pencils when she accidentally knocked his pencil case out of his hand (she was a quiet nerdy girl)

like a whole year later and he’s still trying to rizz her up 💀

he’s one of those guys who takes forever to lose feelings

the girl is actually good friends with him btw

♡ dwayne robertson !

i feel like he is fucking AMAZING at baking

his icon is dolly parton and he heard berry pie so he immediately learned how to bake

if someone he knows has a birthday he either bakes the birthday cake or brings them something he made depending on how close he is with them

and holy shit it’s the most amazing thing u will ever taste and nothing will ever compare

yes he’s one of those guys who will go on an 18 minute tangent on how amazing dolly parton is if someone talks shit about her (same i love dolly)

[starlightiing]

Landoscar 🖤 for the kissing thing 🙏😘 absolutely adore ur writing

-rubywings

🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation - Landoscar

@rubywingsracing

Sorry this took so long, I have been actively fighting my brain in a 1v1 WWE smackdown or something like that. I hope this is okay <3 And thank you so much, I'm so glad you like my fics!! <333 I decided since I probably won't ever write this fic as a whole, I'd at least get a snippet out of the 'Young Forever' idea. Based on THIS SONG by the ready set. specifically the lines 'the beat of the drums keeps us alive' / 'tonight will last forever 'till our bodies drop' Basic info: music keeps them alive. If the music stops for one of them, it's tied into their heartbeat and so their heart will stop in tandem. They need to be around speakers playing music or have headphones in playing music at all times or they die.

"It stopped. It - It stopped." Lando's voice is so desperate and tiny, his breaths following in short, staccato bursts that sound almost deafening to Oscar's ears. The fear written into Lando's features would be enough to break anyone's heart.

It completely shatters Oscar's.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." Oscar soothes, reaching out to place a gentle hand against Lando's cheek. Lando's skin is warm and buzzing, an electricity that Oscar can feel tingling in the tips of his fingers, running along highways of veins and capillaries until it reaches his heart. "It was only for a second. Nothing bad happened to me."

Lando shakes his head feverishly, curls bouncing every which way. Oscar watches as Lando's throat constricts, the flutter of his carotid pulse all too obvious in the hollow space between his collarbones. His heartbeat is fast, almost too fast, and it makes something unpleasant stir in Oscar's own chest. Seeing Lando like this is far more devastating than he ever could have imagined.

"It stopped. The music stopped." Lando says again, more incessantly, as his wide eyes come to rest in a deadlock with Oscar's gaze. "Your heart-"

"Didn't stop." Oscar finishes helpfully, unwilling to let the vicious storm of 'what ifs' and 'could haves' take Lando away from him. "It's still going. See?"

Oscar slides his hand down from Lando's cheek and uses it to instead grab one of Lando's trembling wrists. Delicately, he brings Lando's hand up to rest on his own chest, pressing the palm in against the curve of his sternum where his heart is beating at a steady, strong pace.

He knows the moment Lando feels his heartbeat, because those beautiful eyes, those goddamn eyes he loves so much, fill to the brim with tears.

"Oh, fuck." Lando gasps out, his voice trembling far worse than his hands. Oscar swallows thickly, watching the series of complex emotions that flicker across Lando's face. "Oscar. Fuck."

"It's okay," Oscar whispers, leaning in to press their foreheads together. Lando's fingers have curled up protectively in the space above Oscar's heart, almost as if he's trying to claw into Oscar's chest. "I'm here."

The hitch in Lando's breath makes Oscar's stomach churn. Tears begin to slip down Lando's cheeks - slowly, not in abundance, and Oscar wishes he could snap his fingers and take Lando's pain and fear away. He knows if the roles could reverse, he would be just as scared to have nearly lost Lando like that. To be milliseconds away from losing his sunlight, his moonlight, his starlight? Perhaps he would be even less composed. Perhaps he would not be composed at all.

"I love you." Lando says, before leaning and pressing his lips desperately against Oscar's. Oscar sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, tiling his head as he kisses Lando back just as desperately, like this is his lifeline and not the godforsaken music that forces his heart to keep on beating.

"I love you too." Oscar utters softly against Lando's lips as they break apart. "So much. I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

"Okay."

If Lando turns the music up in his headphones later that night, Oscar doesn't say a word.

[siilvan]

bloodsport – prologue

next

characters: vladimir makarov

summary: all it takes is a chance meeting.

genre: general, angst, slowburn, enemies to ?, fem!reader (callsign: petra, no desc.)

warnings: semi-proofread, cursing, canon-typical violence, minor descriptions of blood/injuries, military/spec-ops inaccuracies, lieutenant!reader, not much makarov in this chapter sorry </3

word count: 3k

note: never thought i'd reach this point. but, here i am, thirsting for my formerly least favorite character. all because they gave him tattoos and showed his tits. enjoy! <3

also totally didn't use my oc's callsign for this. ur crazy bestie. (this is still 'x reader', no backstory/personal info is given to reader)

your head is spinning, the world around you a haze as your eyes fight to regain focus. there's a constant ringing in your ears, deafening you, and you wince once the pounding in the back your skull becomes apparent.

everything slowly begins to come back to you. the operation in al mazrah, the warning from HQ, the explosion, the floor collapsing below your feet. you're laying on your back now, aching from head to toe. the building that you were in with soap and gaz is reduced to rubble, lying in pieces around you.

you manage to turn your head to the left and see soap laying motionless a few feet away. farther away is gaz, struggling to push what used to be a metal support beam off his trapped leg. you blink furiously at the pair, trying to clear the dust and sand out from your eyes, and breathe a ragged sigh of relief at the subtle rise and fall of soap's chest. you attempt to call out to gaz, but all that leaves your throat is a weak noise and a wheezing cough.

price and ghost are probably on their way already. you just need to wait for them. the mission was doomed from the start, you all know that, but it won't end in your deaths so long as you hold out.

the ringing in your ears slowly fades, and you can hear footsteps approaching from your right. it was a small group, judging by the heavy footfall - had price and ghost found help somehow?

you carefully turn again, expecting to be greeted by the familiar sight of your teammates. the harsh midafternoon sun sits in that direction, forcing you to squint in the bright light as you try to make out the group of silhouettes.

the first sign of trouble was gaz's panicked shout of your name. the person in the front of the pack blocks the sun's light upon reaching you, casting shadows in their path and finally allowing you to glimpse at their face. you blink again, angling your head to identify the person hovering over you. it takes several seconds for your foggy mind to recognize them but, when it does, your blood runs cold.

makarov.

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you're woken up by someone shaking your shoulder, a gentle voice calling out to you. with a whine, akin to a child being disturbed by their mother in the morning before school, you bat their hand away and force your eyes open.

"y'not get enough sleep last night, lieutenant?" gaz asks, sitting on the couch next to you. the harsh fluorescent lights on the ceiling make you squint and rub at your tired eyes for relief. "bad dream?" he adds a second later, taking note of your dazed state.

"yeah, just a bad dream. nothin' to worry about." you assure him with a downturned smile. according to the watch on your wrist, it was ten o' clock. you'd be setting out for al mazrah in about half an hour.

gaz woke you up for the mission, you realize. soap was located nearby, occupying himself with last-minute gear checks, and ghost soon enters the room with his arms full of supply crates. anything from ammunition to water and food was packed in, ready to be loaded into the transport helicopter that you'd be taking into the city. price was hunched over a table filled with scattered maps, blueprints, and gathered intel from your allies in the city.

"alright, let's go over the mission one last time. this needs to be a clean operation - we've got no room for error." price stands straight and glances around the room, personally scrutinizing each of you. the four of you gather around the table alongside the captain, the fatigue quickly dissipating as you focus on his words.

"the city's a mess right now; there’s civilians in the north, enemies to the south, and allies scattered in the wind." price flattens a map of the city with various locations circled and marked against the tabletop. "ghost and myself will offload with the supplies in the north. petra, gaz, and soap will touch down in the east and make their way south to the target building. once we're done up north, we'll link up with our allies in the city center and secure the district surrounding you."

price nods towards you and the sergeants. "should buy you enough time to get the job done."

"we'll do it in half the time," gaz boasts with a self-assured grin, crossing his arms over his chest. soap mirrors his confidence, and both earn pointed looks from yourself and the other two men.

"there's a reason you three are working together on this," price says. he pulls a cigar from one of his vest pockets and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger - a nervous habit you picked up on a long time ago. "you sergeants are fast and damn good at clearing a place out, but if left unchecked, you get yourselves into trouble. petra's good at keeping you two in line, so you're going in together."

"we're a small team in contested territory, it's essential that we have each other's backs." ghost speaks up, sending the two a cursory glance. the sergeants nod, and you continue to listen as price details the rest of the plan.

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the helicopter ride to the city was almost relaxing enough to lull you back to sleep. keyword: almost.

a little while after takeoff, laswell's voice comes through your radios, claiming to have some new intel. you assumed it would be something related to the ground forces, be it enemy or ally, until the word missile echoes throughout the cabin.

price attempted to pry more information out of her, only to be shot down - "i don't know" was all she had to offer in response to his questions. laswell's never been one to panic, even in the face of sure death, but the concern in her voice was palpable. if her intel was accurate, than there was a missile being prepped to launch, and its target was the very city you were fighting in.

you've never seen the team look so solemn during a landing. laswell assured you that she was working to locate and disarm the threat, but she could make no guarantees. you couldn't back out, either; the mission was too important to abandon now. as you disembark alongside soap and gaz, price gives each of you a single bullet from his handgun.

"for luck," he said.

as you stealth your way through eerily silent city streets with the sergeants in tow, you ponder on his choice of words. the bullet sits safe and sound with the rest of the ammo for your own sidearm, ready to be loaded in case of an emergency. if it comes down to your final bullet, though, you might as well consider yourself dead.

after some time and several blocks, you locate the target building. it's a high-rise, a sore thumb sticking out against the surrounding local businesses and low-rise buildings, making it easy for your group to identify it.

"captain, we've got the building in sight," you say into your radio. soap and gaz peak out from your current hiding spot, studying the security and forming their own plan to infiltrate. the two are the team's resident experts on CQB - if anyone can fight their way into enemy territory without breaking a sweat, it's them.

the thought allows you to take a calming breath and relax your tense shoulders.

"solid copy. we just finished up here, so we'll be headed your way soon." price replies. you can hear idle chatter in the background, likely the civilians. "we'll talk again once we're close or you reach the target. whichever happens first."

"copy all, sir." you silence your radio and follow the sergeants' gazes, eyes landing on the building again. considering your objective, the security detail was lacking in numbers. either a fake-out to make you lower your guard or a result of the incoming missile, you presume. no matter what the reason may be, you hold your gun close and try to keep your head clear.

"what exactly is the target that we're going after, l.t.?" soap mutters from next to you, tearing his eyes away from the scene. you shake your head before turning to him.

"did you not listen to the debrief, soap?"

"i did, but price never said what we were goin' after!"

"he totally did, dude. you just weren't listening." gaz perks up, prompting the former to stutter over his words to make a defense. after a minute of bickering between the two, you shush them.

"we're just screwing with you, soap," you concede, giving him a comforting pat on the shoulder. "price told me what it was earlier. some kind of scrambling device that's been screwing with people's tech and causing periodic blackouts. we need to deal with it before it causes something worse than a communications loss."

gaz lets out an amused huff. "yeah, like a helicopter fallin' out of the sky."

"actually, i'm pretty sure it's just you falling 'outta the sky." soap chuckles, earning a lighthearted glare from gaz. you shush the two again and start towards the building, sticking to the shadows so as to avoid being spotted.

it takes no time at all to dispatch the guards surrounding the entrance, and soon you're methodically clearing out the ground floor alongside the sergeants. gaz takes point, whilst you stay in the middle and soap follows close behind. the enemy forces appear to be disorganized, you notice after moving up to the second level. they're wearing mismatched gear and using guns of vastly different origins; some even appear to speak different languages. you catch pieces of arabic and russian amidst the group, but what really shakes you is the english that you hear.

"are some of these fuckers american?" soap asks from behind you, looking over a tango he dropped moments prior.

"appears so," you mutter, examining another body near your feet. he wasn't wearing any sort of identification, so you had no way of figuring out what PMC he could be affiliated with. "they're not shadow company, at least. graves may be a bastard, but he's got his own vendetta against these guys."

"could be random mercenaries - guns for hire, y'know." gaz says with a shrug, clearly unconvinced of his own suggestion.

you hum, rising from your crouched position next to the body. "been seeing more of those popping up recently. wouldn't surprise me if al-qatala hired some of them as security." you refocus and motion for the two to get back in formation, nodding towards the stairs nearby.

"device should be on the sixth floor. let's pick up the pace."

the third and fourth floors are relatively the same: rooms full of randomly assorted, underprepared mercenaries that struggle to communicate with each other. you expected to find the same on the fifth floor, only to be stopped again by a peculiar logo taped above a set of office doors.

a snake skull with a sword. konni. you were aware of their presence in the city, even fighting some in this very building, but the logo stood out to you for some odd reason. with an affirmative nod sent to your teammates, you move to investigate it. at best, you'd find new intel about their operations, and at worst, you'd have another room to empty out.

upon opening the set of double doors and carefully entering, though, you come face-to-face with something far worse.

"holy fuck... is this all gas?" gaz mumbles, standing to your left.

the meeting room is filled floor-to-ceiling with gas containers, bright red barrels marked with konni's logo and cyrillic script plastered across their fronts. you take a closer look at the letters and, with the extremely limited knowledge of russian that you've gained from price and nikolai, manage to work out what they say.

"it's the same stuff zakhaev used in verdansk a few years ago," you glance towards the sergeants. you try to disguise your gradually creeping apprehension behind a firm look, rubbing the back of your neck as a bead of sweat rolls down into your shirt collar.

soap steps forward, taking a closer look at the stock. "wasn't zakhaev the one supplying it, though? i thought price took him out."

you sigh, wiping the sweat off your glove against the front of your thigh. "i think he had a supplier, but even if he was making it himself, that isn't stopping someone else from producing more. konni's probably buying it from whomever that is."

"wonder who that could be." gaz says, turning his attention to the large window at the far side of the room.

you open your mouth to reply, but soap beats you to it. "everyone in this situation is friends with makarov, right? price and laswell said he was gettin' active again."

the name sends an uneasy chill down your spine. you've never met the man yourself, but based on what price had to say about him, you're thankful you haven't. if he's working behind the scenes, than you need to be careful. any small mistake could end in disaster.

again, you try to respond, and again, you're interrupted. "uh– y'guys might want to look at this." gaz calls out over his shoulder.

your gaze turns to the sight outside that he was vaguely motioning towards. a bright light sits somewhere in the distance, quickly growing in size and luminosity. you squint, trying to figure out what the light could be coming from, until you remember laswell's warning.

the missile had fired.

"steamin' bloody jesus..." soap utters under his breath, snapping you back to the present.

"we need to find cover - fast!" you usher the two back from the glass and out of the room, sprinting down the stairs three steps at a time. although laswell didn't have much in the way of information, she did provide the team with a key piece of intel: there were bunkers constructed throughout the city, installed before the ballistic missile containers were offloaded in the area. one such bunker was located a short distance from the building you're currently in.

if you hurry, you might be able to make it.

as you descend, you can hear voices steadily drawing closer. gaz and soap hear it as well, and you all prepare your guns upon reaching the second floor.

as expected, there's a group waiting for you when you arrive. you take cover and try to thin out the crowd, but each second ticking by only serves to increase your level of impatience. eventually, you pull a flash grenade off your belt and toss it into the crowd, giving yourself and the sergeants a chance to finish off the remaining soldiers.

the three of you make another break for the exit. as the light outside the windows of the building grows blinding and a deafening explosion is heard, though, you wonder if you could have done something different. the floors above collapse and crash into your team, destroying the floors below you and knocking you off your feet.

somewhere in the chaos, your world goes dark.

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when you come to, your head is spinning. there's a pounding in the back of your skull, muted thumps amidst the violent ringing in your ears. you blink away tears and dust, fighting to make your eyes focus as everything slowly falls into place around you.

you didn't make it to the bunker before the missile hit. gaz and soap are somewhere in this rubble with you - alive or dead, you're not sure. your body aches, muscles screaming at you as you try to move, forcing a pathetic wheezing cry from your lips.

after some struggle, you manage to turn your head to the left. laying several feet away is soap, covered in pieces of rubble and fighting to stay awake, blood pouring from an open wound on his head. farther away is gaz, desperately trying to get his leg free from under a broken metal beam. you call out to them, but all you can muster is a pained noise that leaves you coughing.

midafternoon sunlight beats down on you. price and ghost are somewhere else in the city, and you pray that they're still alive. it's all you can hope for at this point, considering your inability to move.

you hear voices drawing closer. heavy boots stomping through the sand and rubble, footsteps uniform yet distinct from one another. price, ghost, and your allies in the city immediately cross your mind, making you let out a relieved sigh.

when you look to your right, however, the silhouettes are distinctly different from what you expected to see. instead of your teammates, you see a group in familiar, yet unfamiliar, clothing and gear. you try to piece together what you recognize despite the fog in your brain.

when gaz's shout of your real name pierces your ears, it suddenly comes to you. pictures that price and laswell acquired from her global counterparts flood your mind, and you realize that you're looking at a group of ultranationalist soldiers. konni's leader and supplier, al-qatala's strongest ally, and the group that he leads with an iron fist.

ignoring the immense pain as a fresh wave of adrenaline courses through your system, you scramble for your sidearm. the last fight and the building collapse made you lose your rifle and drained you of most of your ammo, but you still had the bullet that you loaded into your handgun before the missile hit.

price's bullet.

one shot is all it should take.

you reach for your holster, but find nothing in its place. you frantically feel around the nearby area, searching for it, but still come up empty-handed. you lost your handgun in the crash and had nothing to defend yourself with. as the group nears, the reality of your situation dawns on you.

your luck had run out.

the leader of the pack blocks the harsh sunlight, casting shadows across your body as he stands over you. slowly, your eyes adjust to the change in light. you blink up at him, feeling a pang in your chest and a pit in your stomach form once his face becomes clear.

makarov.

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[changbinsboobs]

Who's the most believer Christian church boy in skz🙏

Sooo i was unsure if i should read on whos most religious or whos specifically most cristian but i chose the second one and maybe someday ill t a broader reading about their religious views in general.

Chan - PoP, 4oS

I think he's pretty educated on christianity, maybe he had bible study or something when he was older. Don't see him caring much about it tho, i don't think christianity has stuck to him more than just basic info and i don't think he's active in any way other than every once and a while reading something about it if the occasion arises(?)

Lee Know - 4oC

Doesn't seem to agree with Christianity. There's a lot that doesn't make sense to him. I think he's brought up christian tho, like all the members i think.

Changbin - 9oC

I would say he's pretty christian, or should i rather say i think his family is rather christian and i think God comes up often in his conversations with his family and even friends. I don't see him specifically being really religious and an active christian but i think someone in his family might be an avid believer and i think he finds that really wholesome and has had a positive view of God in his upbringing and his life until now. I don't see him going to church or anything aside from keeping his mom or dad or aunt or whoever it is, company like once in a blue moon. In short, i don't think he himself is an avid believer but someone close to him is and he sees beauty in that and holds christianity in kind regards because he loves his relative. Thats that. He also values belief and the higher power! I think he has genuine belief and respect for that - which isn't bound strictly to christianity tho i think he finds value in that regardless of religion.

Hyunjin - 5oP, 7oW

I don't think he believes in God. I think he has been left dissapointed a few times and doesn't hold Christianity specifically in high regards. I think he would be pretty reserved around people like that and i think Christianity alltogether might be something slightly triggering for him?

Han - The Chariot

He seem really devoted actually. Idk how to interpret that energy and i don't wanna offend anyone cuz ya'll are such snowflakes but i get the vibe that he's pretty unstable? Ugh idk how to explain it but u sure have met people who are really desperate and in a mentally unstable space and then suddenly someone knocks on their door and to them it seems like a sign or whatever and because they're vulnerable they let themselves get brainwashed. Im not saying all that happened to him - i just wrote a scenario to kind of explain the vibe that im feeling. There is a sudden(feels fairly new), very intense devotion and practice being strictly followed and a certain anxiety accompanying it and i sense a pushing, forceful energy from him, as well as instability and a need for some. Which might be the reason for his sudden turn? Also i don't want to make any rash assumptions but just letting you know cults in korea are a thing...👀

Felix - 8oW

Very active and strong in his belief, doesn't even need any explaining, honestly his card didn't even surprise me.

Seungmin - 2oP

I would say he's pretty neutral. There's not much to say, he views himself as a Christian, he doesn't get much involved tho, he just does regular duties (idk what exactly but i guess getting married in a church or paying church tax or whatever) but not going to church every Sunday and reading the bible and praying before eating and stuff like that. He's just on the middle.

I.N - 7oS, Death

I think he either is very strict because he has church/god anxiety, or he HATES Christianity and has had very bad experience with it.

I swear if one of y'all complains im switching the anon feature off and blocking ur ass😀

[prosciuttoon]

Anyway, Shuro isn't the only character with problems, he isn't even the only Japanese/ Eastern Archipelago character, so not the only one with that specific background. And yet, he sure is the only one who acted out the way he did.

If you like him for .. whatever reason (narcissism? Based on your posts, I guess), that's fine, but like. There's extremely valid reasons for not liking him that aren't just "ur racist" or "you just don't understand!!!!"

hes the only one that acted out bc he was the only one that laios was interacting with that was the reason they fought?? laios wasnt talking to hien or benchidori or maizuru like that he didnt even meet them until he reunited w shuro in the dungeon

and when did i ever say “you’re racist if you hate him” all i did was talk abt the cultural context of his upbringing that would make him a terrible communicator. also, narcissism is such a weird word for liking a character a lot? and its not like im making him look innocent and flawless bc im literally explaining his flaws and where they come from. if someone doesnt like him bc he reminds them of someone that hurt them im not gonna try to change their mind, wouldnt hurt to know Why he acts like that but if theyre informed and still dont like him thats perfectly fine!!!

since i think u sent 2 asks ill just put the first one here and answer it too:

in the post abt him leaving izutsumi in the dungeon to come back “if she wants to” the “nuance” i was talking abt was the fact that he said “if she wants to” i.e giving her a choice to return (which she didnt do because she hated that place obv). also sorry hes not powerful enough to abolish slavery in his country, hes not even the heir to the family. dont think the eastern archipelago is strictly based on a specific time or reality in japan, probably just inspired by reality but not based on it, so shuros family is likely one of many families serving their “feudal lord” who rules a province of the country. in history, feudal lords were also under shogun and the emperor, but neither are mentioned in the manga iirc so i will guess that wasnt the case.

my aim w my posts isnt to force ppl to change their minds on whether or not they like a fictional character. im just giving an extra perspective w stuff from extra content plus my own experience (i.e being asian too) that some people may not know about. what they do w the info is up to them im not trying to tell people how to think. if they learn smth that changes their opinion fine if they dont also fine its not that serious. im just talking about my interpretations of the character.

if i see a critique i may think “wait but do they know about [insert notable info]”. if they dont know, would maybe be good to know bc its important to the character, if they do know and thats the conclusion they came to, thats it! i dont do any more than that n ur acting like im forcing everyone to like him.

tldr; just cuz i am explaining the root of his flaws doesnt mean im ignoring them. i still call him what he is! a loner who cant set boundaries and it only makes problems for himself and people around him, but i also happen to be interested in Where the behaviour comes from! (which happens to be heavily due to culture). doesnt mean im calling u racist if u dont like him wut

[imintobones]

Hey View! I've been wondering with the manga coming back from hiatus, what are some of ur expectations for the type of Claudia info we'll get as the manga starts wrapping things up?

HII TRISHIA!!!

Okay honestly, I am not entirely sure what I am expecting from the finale in regards to Claudia, but I have kind of an idea.

Black butler is most definitely organized similarly to typical mystery novels, both within the arcs, as well as the general plot line, which means we tend to get a lot of information dumped on us very quickly during crucial final moments. It wouldn't surprise me if Yana fully stuck to this mystery novel style of writing and revealed EVERYTHING in this last arc in the span of just a few chapters.

When thinking that way, I imagine there wouldn't be much about Claudia. We might get a few flashbacks from Undertaker's POV but I can't imagine they'd be overly detailed like Ciel's backstory. I am expecting any flashbacks from Undertaker to be as brief as Madame Red's flashback backstory, if not even shorter.

Personally, I don't really mind that. One of the major appeals of Claudia to me is that she is a very mysterious character, and ultimately, even though getting in-depth information about her early life would be very cool, it doesn't seem super important to the general storyline. It might even be more beneficial for her to stay a bit shadowed even after (if) we find out more about her.

I can't say the same for Undertaker because his hidden motivation is one of the driving forces behind the story, and finding out his reasoning is kinda crucial for a solid finale, especially because I think he knows a lot about what happened the night of the manor attack.

[shadowqueenjude]

HELPP WHATS THIS DRAMA ABOUT SJMS HUSBAND AND RHYS BEING THE SAME???? ur my only source of info girl help me out

loool i gotchu. So we have heard from SJM's own mouth that Feysand is inspired by her own marriage, making Rhysand her husband. And because we often write the way we think and also often reflect our own lives into our writing, I have a running theory that SJM's husband is also her abuser. Several things stand out to me: SJM herself had to have an emergency C-section to have a child. It makes me wonder, was her husband aware of certain dangers in her pregnancy and forced her to keep the child anyway? Was he keeping medical information from her somehow? Because we see in ACOSF that this happens to Feyre when she's pregnant, and she nearly dies. Also the way that dude is lurking in all of her interviews, like where is the personal space? Sound like Rhysand shielding Feyre in ACOSF??? Also, this guy is suuuper secretive. Despite his notable public presence, I can't find so much as his age or business online. Sound like a super secret city called Velaris? Also, the official story of how SJM and her husband met was when she was a freshman in college and he was a junior RA. What is an older RA doing, getting into a relationship with a freshie like that? That's a professional relationship. Anyway, I'm not even sure I believe this since I can't find shit on this guy online. SJM got married straight out of college, at 23. Sound pretty close to Feyre getting married immediately after coming to Night? I have so many thoughts on this but I'm not going to spiral in this one, I'll be happy to provide more of my theories if you ask!

[arthenaa]

Hey bro I like your writing and I was wondering if you could give us some Mizu x Filipino!Reader hcs🥺👉👈 ̶(̶t̶o̶t̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶n̶a̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶p̶r̶o̶j̶e̶c̶t̶ ̶m̶y̶s̶e̶l̶f̶)̶

I have to make this poetic I'm so sorry but also making it modern!au and canon setting teehee (ALSO DOUBLE UPDATE?) slight nsfw ig!! mdni.

canon divergent, just think of this is as that scene from Goyo where Remedios and Gregorio Pilar do a wholeass pining scene idk

Absolutely met you at some fancy ass noble party

You're a child of a wealthy Senor who's in great partnership with the Lords from the Commonwealth

Mizu's camping in and disguising herself in the party to find more intel on her next target and then she bumps into you

at first you're like very inquisitive of where she came from (considering that you view her as a man at this point), how she enjoys the party and what not

then you're suddenly like ik what you're doing. you're not from here.

Mizu's thrown off bc haha this is an international gathering of sorts and like ppl here are mostly foreign

you're like well its bc you're so obvious when it comes to occasions like this that I've already spotted you from a while back

and so youre like dancing and all and Mizu has no choice but to extract info from you

she reveals that shes looking for a white man, and that he may have connections here in the ph

and coincidence cuz you, who's also a part of the resistance, have been tracing the weapons provider of the spanish army.

so you guys work together. you give her intel, she helps you hunt down the provider and their little goons

it kind of starts like an enemies to lovers .... kind of a forced situation where Mizu has to deal with the resistance in order to get to what she wants but rlly theres no other way around

falls in love w your love for your country

despite your privileged upbringing, you're deeply interconnected with your roots, and have been fighting for the filipino people

you guys fight over the simplest of things, like how she doesnt wear things right or holds weapons correctly

you definitely bond over weaponry though and its history. the first time you've seen her katana, you were so amazed. in return, you showed her a kampilan—a sword carved and forged by your grandfather. she had so many questions.

yeahh overall i think what pulled you together was your shared anger and desperation for justice. No matter the situation, whether it be a resistance against oppression or looking for the man that caused a hellscape within your life, y'all resonated with the emotions and trauma that came with that.

BEST BELIEVE THE SEX WAS GOOD and rough and yes hbejawhejehe mhm

anys thats all. you're like PARA SA PILIPINAS and shes on her knees.

modern au hehe

met through int sch program. mizu is a transferee from japan who joined their uni's international program and got linked w ur sch

she was in one of ur classes and like yeah, she was nearest to u so she had no choice but to ask u for sch stuff

YOU THOUGHT SHE WAS PRETTY CUTE but like u wanted a good impression so u tried to help her as much as u could

even gave her a tour of the campus

showed her a few iconic eating places that she could go to jic her budget was on a limit or wanted good filo food

you wanted to expose her to the culture as slowly as u could just so that she could adapt and pace herself

definitely stuck by your side since then

you learned that she's going to study here for 3 years before going back to japan for her masters, and you're like wow thats so cool and shes like thanks

definitely a gamer

you guys hang out at one of the comp shops nearby (IF NAGAARAL KAYO SA TAFT .... guys suki ako don HAHAHA)

loves learning abt history, esp filipino craftsmanship

you definitely treat her to various street foods

mizu : what's this

you : we call it kwek kwek, but u can call it neon balls

mizu: neon balls????

showed and taught her how public transpo works once, and she gets a hang of it a week later

knows her way around manila than you do (author is projecting mb)

knows basic filo words when navigating. you teach her the slang.

basically friends to lovers guys omg, ayon sana all eme

you do that lips thing where you point w ur lips and at first, she was so confused (this is during your relationship)

she thought you were asking for a kiss and she kissed u and you were like ?!@!?@??$?

mizu: ha

you: I WAS ASKING FOR THE,ASd MUGWTF

mizu: ahhh my bad haha

walks u to class teehee

hangs around in empty class rooms esp comp labs and you guys watch movies there

momol sa dorm, momol sa clasroom na madilim, momol sa may agno charot

MOMOL = MAKE OUT MAKE OUT LANG

revels in simple pda like linking ur pinkies together, thigh against thigh when seating, and just yk so landi. landi niyo.

you have her id pic on the back of ur id and she yours on her clear phonecase

EWWWW GAY PPL (affectionate)

unintentionally matching

loves gifting u jewelry esp necklaces (likes to see it when u guys are in the bedroom, splayed on your chest and just yk decorating your collarbones so nicely)

holds your hand and helps you cross the street omf

pays for ur commute fee when riding the jeepney

memorizes ur kwek kwek and fishball sauce combination

loves exchanging one shoe w u for funsies

loves taking pics w u w the cats on campus

OVERALL A CUTIE TEEHEE!

A/N: DEDICATED KAY DELULU RECEIVER!! eto para sayo sorry ginutom keta ng sobra huhu @ianiralvs may isa pa kong utang sayo na req mo hihi gagawen ko pa yon to muna HHAHHAHA