#His monotone fashion is so silly

[stinkypeanutbutter]

wardrobe reveal ‼️‼️ 😝😝

[kusuwu]

# sfw saiki head canons a/n: first post, requests and anons welcome!

purposely hiding your treasured items in places you will never find them because he knows you will seek him for help.

"kusuo...?" you greet him on the phone in a hushed whisper, embarrassed to be calling him again so soon. you're both aware that all you need to do to get his attention is simply call out to him in your head, but you'd rather do it the old fashioned way (and he liked appearing busy to the people around him so no one would bother him, even though he continues to speak to you via telepathy.)

he just grins to himself, knowing exactly what you needed and why you did. he took your small, soft blanket you've had since you were a child and hid it on mars.

after hearing your explanation he can't help but scrunch up his nose so he doesn't laugh out loud. "of course i'll find your blankie for you," he speaks in his usual monotone voice, one that made you feel uneasy at times like these because you felt like you were bothering him, but he’s really amused that this same old trick had worked yet again.

uses your own thoughts against you, mocking you in a condescending tone whenever he senses the slightest twinge of affection in your heart for him.

saiki's dark pink eyebrows raised as your thoughts filled his head; he looks so handsome today, why am i getting so nervous all of a sudden? we're just friends.

at this point he felt close enough to you to speak out loud when he knew you two were alone, so it didn't surprise him when you let out a surprised gasp when he spoke into your mind.

"you know i can hear you, y/n, right?" he asked, his expression bored as he pretended to watch whatever was playing on the television.

he'll press his chest against your back whenever he wants your attention, especially in public. (will swear to protect you if one of his crazed admirers spot the two of you, overcome with anger and envy.)

depending on how desperate he is, kusuo will either huff dramatically, like a dog wanting to be pet, or even start playfully biting your shoulder.

will go to you on the rare days his powers go past his limit, his telepathy going haywire and forcing him to listen to the thoughts of thousands of people within the entire city. he finds comfort in your warm clothes and gentle heart beat as he desperately clings onto you — you well aware of how much he detests physical contact, so you just let him do whatever made him feel more at ease.

saiki let out a small whimper, his face turning into one of turmoil as his head roars of a crashing sea of thoughts of others. at first he simply leaned his head onto your shoulder, signalling that something was wrong and that he craved your comforting embrace, but when you wrongfully ignored the small act, he couldn't help himself from cuddling into you completely.

he let out a quiet breath as you reassured him that he was okay and that it would soon pass, your voice like an anchor, grounding him in the present moment.

the psychic nuzzled his head of pink hair into your chest, basking in your scent as the smallest things about you made the voices in his head quieter.

he will never hesitate to teleport to you when he can feel your discomfort or sadness, purposely acting out or being silly in an attempt at cheering you up. of course, when you ask why he's being so weird he'll just say he was hyper from all the coffee jelly he's had that morning.

knows your mind inside and out, taking note of your favorite things and surprising you with them later on.

if you beg him enough he’ll shape shift into your favorite animal, and might even let you pet him (which he ends up falling in love with; your gentle hands rubbing into his soft fur, or petting his head while you praise him endlessly.)

secretly being his safe space, his quiet demeanor creating a comfortable atmosphere where the two of you can just sit in silence together and enjoy each other’s presence.

[iheart-telepaths]

Keefe Sencen!!

me being active? shocker! anywaysss

KEEFE YAAAAAAAAAY i love keefe he cracks me up. i stay away from the ship wars and the whole fitz vs keefe thing, i think they're both good characters with flaws and it is up to you who you enjoy/root for. he is hilarious and i love his silly little coping mechanisms (totally not projecting on him lately). his trauma is rlly important to me and i don't think of him that much but if i had to choose who im most similar to it's him fs. he is definitely flawed as a person, but that's what makes him relatable just like all the other characters. also me and him are kind of twins. blonde styled/fluffy hair, blue eyes, art kid, burnt out gifted, severe mommy issues, same coping mechanisms, immature. yeha i love keefe 🕺 .... hc time ig?

i don't rlly think of him a lot, so these headcanons are pretty impulsive

-bisexual (before the whole sophie love triangle thing i thought him and fitz were 💏. irdk man)

-purposely gets hairspray on his bathroom mirror to make a mess for his dad

-has spent the entire day, multiple times, just trying out new hairstyles (he ultimately decided nothing will outdo The Hair)

-brings a marker everywhere and doodles on ppl, himself, papers etc

-trashes his room when he's mad (also bc of the satisfaction of knowing cassius hates it)

-likes finding little trinkets that remind him of the ppl he cares about

-ik this is random but he has the stupidest funky-pattern socks. he just radiates "i love wearing stupid looking vibrantly colored socks under my monotone outfits" vibes

-freckled keefe when guys like im begging

-avid fan of human fashion magazines (he likes making fun of outfits he doesn't like and draws ppl he thinks r pretty/unique)

-has used bianas makeup and found himself hot (struck a pose in the mirror then audibly gasped when alden walked in to ask if he was staying for dinner)

ik these r random but...idk. it's like midnight and this is on a whim

[hyperfixat]

food for Gabriel Fans! funny little thing that i can’t think what else to add atm…

Alt Gabriel saves you from silly alternate!

“Shit, wrong house.” The alternate now takes up pacing in a nervous fashion across your room, hands wringing at the shadow on top of its head. “Master will be so…” a whimper.

The room’s temperature drops, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand tall as in the center of your bedroom a figure is slowly flickering into existence.

He — it? — is completely monotone, from the disturbingly long fingers that curl into claws, to the clothes on his tall, tall frame.

The pitch humanoid backs into the corner with you, and you’re half certain it’s about to use you as a human shield for whatever is manifesting itself in your room. It’s presence is cold next to yours and you freeze as ghostly arms wrap around your fetal form.

A frenzied mixture of voices flee the alternate, making your ears ring.

Kids shouting in joy, a woman’s scream, a deep, rumbling voice underlying it all.

You cannot move, absolutely paralyzed from fear and the alternate tucks itself into you, the same one who told you to kill yourself less than five minutes ago.

The man, being, deity, whatever he is, takes full form. With an experimental roll of his shoulders, he grins.

His face is horrid, long and ghastly, eyes and mouth stretched too long to fit properly. His teeth, large sharp daggers, reminiscent of a shark’s gleam in the dim lighting. His eyes, black and a glowing white, seem to bore into you, taking in every little bit of you.

The alternate’s mangle of noise cuts off abruptly as the tall thing approaches the two of you. He crouches, a large hand coming to wrap around the head of the alternate. His grin never leaves as he tugs them away from you.

The alternate dangles in his hand uselessly, and the large one’s attention focuses on the alternate.

An ear ache inducing static hum fills the room and under the loud white noise you can tell words are being said. However they’re much too low and quick for you to pick up on.

You turn your face away and pray to whatever deity will answer for guidance out of this situation.

“So, terribly sorry about that, little dear.” The tall one is coming closer. You squeeze your eyes shut tight. He feels so close, you could touch him if you reached out an inch. “No need to be afraid, hmm? You’re safe now.”

“No, no, please leave.” It’s whispered and hardly spoken at all, but with the creepy man so close he can hear you.

“None of that, now. The good angel Gabriel has saved you. Can’t you please look at me?”

This is not an angel, you can feel it in every fiber of your being. This is a liar. You’d less afraid if a flaming ball of wings and eyes were in the room with you now, you’re certain.

They’re gray, white, and black, not a spec of any color on their skin or clothes. His eyes are large and the pupil stretches horridly to fill the spaces. His lips open in a smile that you think is trying to convey kindness.

You shiver.

“That’s right, little one. You’re safe with Gabriel…” His arms open, like he expects you to crawl into them from your spot in the corner.

A whine involuntarily escapes you as you realize that you’re caged in completely by something strong enough to banish an alternate.

Oh God, Oh Fuck. This thing killed the alternate. What the fuck. What.

Your breaths come in rapid bursts and Gabriel (apparently, if you are safe to assume he was talking in the third person…) frowns. His eyes (your stomach rolls) start to shrink. It’s gross, the process, but they turn into the size a human would have.

“Oh, I’m sorry for frightening you. I forget my form strikes fear in humans.” His slender hand reaches out to cup over your hair and rest at the base of your skull. “You need not be afraid, it’s alright, my dear. I’m not going to harm you. Quite the opposite in fact.

“One of my disciples made a terrible mistake tonight. I must make up for her wrongdoings, dear. I can’t have my image tainted by hurting someone not meant for harm. Come into my arms, I will care for you.”

You don’t have much choice, do you? Death is an option, always is, but he seems oddly apologetic, so maybe that plan can go on the back burner for now?

You close the small gap and press yourself awkwardly into his middle. A chuckle leaves him and his arms fall around you.

“Good job, little dear.”

Gabriel holds you tight for a long time.

“Would you like me to run you a bath, or maybe brew some tea? I’m sure this evening has been very stressful.”

And you let him, let his tender touches take you and ground you and shelter you. You let him talk and hold you until dawn, let his words of reassurance rest in your subconscious.

Gabriel is there when you stir from your slumber, seated on the recliner in your room. He’s flipping through one of the books you have lying around.

“Hm? Are you awake, dear?”

A part of you thinks this is a dream, another part of you hopes this is a dream, but you know you’re awake. Your knees and muscles ache from hiding through the night, and pain means reality.

You blink, a dumb, slow movement. Gabriel is real. Wowzers.

“Yes.” How should one act with the obviously insanely strong, not-angel, not-human, kind person(?) that talks to them with sweet, honey laced words and banished an alternate in front of them.

The previous hours spent with him are mush in your memory. You know it had been nice, caring in a way you crave.

It seems neither of you know what to say, so after a quiet minute, you proceed through your day as normal.

[teabeexo]

Heyyy tea ･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

what do the wardrobes of your MCs look like? (Their styles, favorite clothing piece or outfit, that type of stuff!)

Hello Ice!!!!!! <3333

I’m SOOO glad you asked! Ive given quite a bit of thought to this topic for each of my sillies..

WINONA

Winona’s style is what I would describe as casual alternative and mostly grunge. She likes monotone colors, especially black or grey. That, paired with dark splashes of color. Her big thing is band shirts — big, oversized shirts that display her musical interests loud and clear. She wears that with baggy jeans that typically sit lower on her hips. She’s much taller than average, so most pairs of pants seem to do that regardless. Despite the heat of Sunset Bird, she very rarely wears shorts. If she does wear shorts, they’re usually uniquely patterned or especially comfortable. Her shoes are thick-soled and comfortable, her makeup usually consisting of sharp eyeliner, various sultry eyeshadows, a desaturated lip, and whatever else enforces her style.

INSPO PICTURES BELOW!

LUELLA

Luella’s style is a bit harder to fully label, even though I have a pretty good understanding of it. It’s a bit of a mix between alternative and boho, with select aspects of each. Her main thing is patterns. She really likes patterns and abstract designs. They don’t necessarily have to be vibrant, but she just enjoys lots of color for her to play around with and stylize. She wears both jeans and shorts, but usually goes for jeans. Tank tops (including cropped ones) and tees are most common for her. She likes sweaters too, but doesn’t typically wear them because of the climate. Usually, she’ll wear a distinctly-pattern article of clothing with black or brown, and wear her leather lace up boots with it. Her makeup might include some short eyeliner wings, colorful eyeshadow, and a lip shade depending on the mood she’s in. INSPO PICTURES BELOW

Vérène

Vérène’s style definitely underwent the most extensive changes, but ultimately her style isn’t that complex. Typically, she can be found wearing loose leggings (yoga pants?? I don’t know) and a pullover. As you might guess, that gets kind of toasty pretty quickly. Yet she seems to have a strange resistance to the heat! In rare occasions, she’ll wear baby doll tees instead. Most days though, she sticks to her comfort attire. If she wears skirts or shorts, she always wears tights with it. Her clothes are typically more muted in color, but it depends. When she wears cropped shirts, she likes to put on waist chains. Her makeup is usually more discreet, with typically more earthy and softer colors. Nice lashes are a must, though.

INSPO PICTURES BELOW

Mina

Her look is probably the most solidified by this point. She goes for the dark academia theme, wearing mostly large grandpa sweaters and cardigans with baggy cargo pants or scrappy jeans. Finding her in anything other than that is pretty rare. She chooses preppy Mary Janes or simple worn converse. She ALWAYS has her favorite crossbody bag with her, which she plans to keep around until it literally falls apart at the seams. She wears a lot of hair accessories, such as hair clips and barrettes. Her makeup looks vary. Sometimes she falls on the colorful side, other times she wants something more subtle. It just depends on the day. Sometimes she puts those little chains of beads on her glasses for some more accessorizing.

INSPO PICTURES BELOW

Maël

Last but not least, Maël! The boy! His style is more preppy in comparison to Mina’s, but still somewhat similar. He goes for a more put-together look. Nice turtlenecks with sleek necklaces, fleece pullovers, stiff-legged pants, and the like. Scarves aren’t unusual, though he typically goes without them. He doesn’t like feel weighed down by his fashion or clothes. His shoes are also a bit more classy. The best way I can describe them is loafers, haha.

INSPO PICTURES BELOW

Thank you for the ask!!! As always, feel free to send in more 💋💋

[elderwisp]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

omgg hii thank you! i was also tagged by @moonwoodhollow so let's do these two! ◉‿◉<3

OC: Ares Lang

♡ I might've mentioned this somewhere, but he's quite fit out of everyone, he and Syx have this routine where they like to go to the gym every week to yap about life

♡ If I could describe his voice to you, it would be gentle and somewhat monotone. So the delivery of his jokes are a bit silly because he sounds so serious even though what's coming out of his mouth isn't

♡ Weird fact but his TS3 version has a face tat under his left eye

♡ I like to think of different songs that resonate with each oc, and if I could pick a song, it would have to be Ode to the Mets by the Strokes. While he is closer to his dad than his mom, he does live in his shadow

♡ Ares is the son of a lead character in a previous project of mine (now deleted LMAOO) and when I was originally planning a continuation of that story, his love interest was a completely different person than Dan

OC: Winifred "Gum" Turner

♡ The name of her band, Valentina, has a bit of lore behind it. She was originally supposed to have an ex named Valentina but I scratched that idea from the writing board. Still a cool name (and my favorite hot sauce LMAO) so I figured, why not name the band that?

♡ She still lives at home with her parents. One, because they support her music endeavors, and two, Gum is incredibly close with her parents and younger sister. Especially her sister. I would say her relationship with her parents is comfortable as she feels like she's able to be herself fully around them!

♡ Genuinely, the only three men she tolerates in her life are Ares, Gabriel and her dad. She doesn't have the fondest memories or tolerance for a lot of dudes she's interacted with

♡ Finding her voice and being able to hold herself confidently in a crowd is quite the struggle. However, to combat that, she leans a lot into fashion, as it’s the only way she’s able to express herself

♡ She's the shortest character out of everyone, she really is lil bro with Gabriel and Ares ૮ ◕ ﻌ ◕ა

[fluffs-palace]

can I get a summary of the mcs so I know what kind of questions to ask about which ones 👀

(I am so bad at summaries but I'm gonna try lol and now im so late 😖 im sorry this took me foreverrrr)

MC Summaries

Lyari

Generally Lyari's sort of a sleepy version of Asra, his LI. They're rather calm and laid back. He'd rather take life slow and one step at a time.

They're agender and use any pronouns. Anything you can think of she's fine with.

Physically, he's an inch taller than Asra �� 5'9". Their hair is a cool tone white in contrast of their partner's warm toned white. Its straighter while having the staple jellyfish cut. Sometime the tendrils are put into braids or bubble braids. She presents more masc in her fashion sense.

She enjoys sewing and carries a pair of shears with her everywhere.

They don't have a familiar yet. (Im honestly undecided but it works perfectly for his character so it sticks around for now lol)

Marsom

He's just a big happy dude. Might be a lil vain of him, but he loves the sound of his own voice. Mars will talk nonstop. His LI, Muriel, can absolutely be as silent as he wants; Marsom will talk more than enough for the both of them. He is also the biggest extrovert you will ever meet. A hugger too. He will give you a crushing bear hug every time you see him.

For his pronouns its just he/him! As for his physical appearance, his height doesn't go unnoticed. Not as tall as his love, but he still stands at a good 6'5". He has a boft build with tan skin and short blond hair. Here's art of him!

Archery is a passion of his. Along with that, he enjoys cooking a lot. Mars loves to drag Muri into the kitchen to cook with him or just cook something for him in general.

His familiar is a menace of a lil raccoon, Voroot. He loveeeeess "stealing" food from Mars. Its not really stealing since his mage will always whip him something up begrudgingly. They have a pretty sassy relationship.

(Possibly my favorite mc out of all them i love him so much)

Osanna

Osanna's a gentle woman. Her voice is soft and kind. Don't let her timid nature fool you, though; she's got a ton of energy. Being a massive bookworm, Osanna loves trying to bring her books to life by taking adventures with her LI, Nadia, wherever she can.

Her design isn't set in stone yet, but she does love pink. She often wears more cottage core themed type clothing. She loves a good maxi skirt that will twirl with her or catch the wind while she rides. She's missing her right leg, half way down her thigh. She does indeed have a prosthetic very technically similar to Lucio's— much prettier though, in her opinion.

Along with her books, she loves the horses at the palace stables. She looks a little silly riding her mount as she's a rather small woman (5'3"). It can only be expected a Clydesdale would seem a little out of place. Nadia always finds it amusing when they bring out the ladder for her.

Lastly, her familiar is a chunky little mouse named Eeka! She has a curly coat and adorably large ears. She's often found snacking on the horses' feed. Oats especially. Her furs a warm soft grey.

Samuel

Quick with dry wit, Samuel's a lovely contrast to his theaterical partner, Julian. To most, he can sound cold or untoward, but those close to him know he's just a little monotoned. His half lidded, sour resting expression doesn't often help that misconception either.

Samuel loves a bright color, especially purple. Paired with a lovely teal and fine copper jewelry is his go to. He can't stand tight clothing, though, except in his midrif. It's weirdly the only place where he feels the need for it. Oh, and shoes! He will never be caught dead in shoes— unless he's in the palace. First impressions, right?

His hair falls at his shoulder blades with a waviness to it. It is absolutely so fluffy. He'll often get random people sticking their hands in it. His eyes are a piercing light blue that compliments his teals wonderfully. Barely hitting Julian's shoulders, he is 5'7". Here's art of him as well!

Ever since getting dragged to Nevivon— don't let his antics fool you, he loved it and begs to back— he loves tinkering with different recipes. Whether it be baking or just plain cooking, he'll gladly give it a shot. Might even imbue it with some magical qualities. Bonus points if he's having to cook while adventuring with Julian. The challenge is the best part!

Samuel has more than one familiar; four actually! All siblings who found themselves at Portia's sanctuary. He's got an affinity for bunnies, so she knew they would be in good hands. It was just lucky there was that knowing click when he laid eyes on them! Their names are Clubs, Art, Spades, and Dia (the only girl).

Seli

Seli's a bit of a wild card. While her personality is decided, I haven't finished Portia route yet. Because of that I'm hesitant to give her a blurb like the other characters listed. I can give you what I have now more informally though!

She was also the only MC I decided to develop with a tarot pull. The cards I pulled, what their associations/questions were, and what I interpreted from them will be in this post! It's a lot to try to fit in this small part dedicated to her.

I don't have a design for her, but I know I want to incorporate warm colors like reds, oranges, and yellows. I honestly keep invisioning something close to Nahara, but I don't want to like rip her design. It's something I still really struggle with.

She has burn scars from before her death! They're in pretty obvious places, so they're still there after the ritual. Some, though, that weren't ever on display miraculously aren't there anymore. The phantom pains still stick around, however.

She has a bearded dragon familiar named Nuru! Little trivia fact for you, Seli's last name, Vega, and her familiar's name, Nuru, are old characters of mine. Nuru and Vega were each from open species when I first learned those were a thing.

Tai

Very big TBD to be honest with you. They're my Valerius mc so I don't have a route to back it up with. Because of that I've been a little slower in their development. I'm hoping the asks could help me fast track that process some :))

The few facts I do have are:

Intersex with they/them pronouns

Segmental acrofacial vitiligo

4'11"

Redish purple eyes and hair like wine

Specializes in gardening and related magicks

Vaura

They're rather bull headed. They know what they want and they will take it. Confidence is definitely not something they lack. While stubborn, they're also very maternal. They have to deal with Lucio after all. Neither of them mind, though. A match made in hell 😌❤️

They're a non-binary person with they/them pronouns. They're often dressed in dark colors, mainly greens and reds, with pops of gold. Lots of gold, actually. Life's short, they want to be fancy while it lasts. Their green hair is usually pulled into an updo with a cresent moon shaped bun on the back of their head. They also have bangs. Their art!

Lucio might whine about it but there's no getting over the fact that they're naturally taller than him at 5'11". Only added to when they're wearing their favorite heeled boots.

A ring of keys jingle on their hip. They don't go to anything but they think they're neat. They have a large collection of really cool keys.

Marion is the name of their familiar. He's a mink with a blondish gold silky coat. He has some vision impairment— he's lost most of his eyesight, but reacts most to light.

[ntls-24722]

i may have gotten pretty silly today

So one thing about Comet is that he isn't an OC of DJMM, he's the DJMM from an alternate universe of SB. However said AU is so convoluted in lore and weird shit and so much disconnection from SB and FNAF in general that he's more of an OC at this point.

like for reference I've had Comet/SOS(AU where comet comes from) for a little over a year now and only today have i thought about literally the entire rest of the Security Breach cast.

AND I'M SO GLAD I DID!!! THESE GUYS GO HARD!!

The plex is actually wholly atompunk/spacethemed and directed for more mature audiences, with the band's "story" being that Freddy, the last bear alive along with his best friend Chica, are space cadets stuck on Mars and face off with Roxy the Robot and Monty the Martian, who want to eat them in typical martian fashion, but eventually befriend them in order to get back home. Their shows are less concerts but outright small musicals.

Freddy is a bit more stupid than his Glamrock counterpart but he still means well, even though he's a bit of a coward initially.

Chica is more adventurous and more mission-focused than her glamrock counterpart but she still sometimes gets carried away from her objective.

Roxy is still arrogant but she's much more reserved than she is in SB. However, she's also dripping with sarcasm and I realize she's kind of like Karen from Spongebob, except a little scarier.

Monty is... pretty much the same actually. He does lean into appearing more scary, though.

The Daycare attendant, since, yknow, he's already the sun and moon, in this AU he's actually the attendant for a planetarium exhibit in the plex. He appears monotone, but his job is to get to infodump about stars and planets and how cool space is, so he's actually pretty excited about that.

Then there's Comet. He's still a DJ in the West Arcade (I dont draw him with his headphones since I usually draw him in the state he left the Plex), but he also works as a stagehand, and composes the music for the band.

Interestingly, the "Bouncer Mode" feature of his isn't experimental - It's fully developed and comes in use, escorting out patrons from the plex for whatever trouble they've found themselves in. And with other strange things about him, he comes from a seperate company that Fazbear entertainment regularly collaborates and works alongside, and has his own mechanics that come every week to check on him, one of those mechanics actually being Vanessa, who plays a drastically different role here.

Though, there's another animatronic too - @artastic-friend's Rudy!

I've actually been meaning to draw your little guy for a while now! He's very silly

[teecupangel]

From @shortpirateking

Silly ask but is there any way you could post Kadar and Malik's japanese voices? I've searched all the internet but haven't found anything besides the assassination corridors :/ I just wanna hear the lad call Malik nii-san

It's not a silly ask :). Unfortunately, my JP AC1 is on the PS3 and I don't have a capture card. I can, however, find JP gameplay on youtube XD

Here's a clip of Altaïr, Malik and Kadar with JP voices.

Kadar calls Malik 'nii-san around the 00:56 mark

If you're curious, Altaïr is voiced by Katsuyuki Konishi

Malik is voiced by Mitsuru Ogata

I tried looking for Kadar's voice actor but I couldn't find it. He's not even in the character list in the AC Perfect Guide. Poor Kadar XD

(More ramblings about the JP version)

If you think Altaïr speaks too quickly, THAT HAPPENS A LOT in the JP version.

Robert de Sable speaks so quickly in the part where he grabs Altaïr before he could strike him down.

I still can't stop laughing at how fast he speaks.

It's the translation. The JP script has more lines than the ENG script. Robert de Sable speaks in a kinda old fashioned (but not that old fashion) way and that makes his lines looonnggerr. I love it.

Also, Altaïr speaks very respectfully to Al Mualim. It's jarring compared to his monotone voice in the ENG version. He even uses 'watashi' when speaking to Al Mualim when he normally uses 'ore'. Watashi is gender neutral and used when speaking respectfully to someone but commonly used by women while ore is more of an arrogant way to say 'I'/'my'/'mine'.

Honestly, I think JP Altaïr has an 'ikemen ore-sama' voice while ENG Altaïr feels more of 'monotone I don't give a shit ore-sama voice'. I like them both.

BTW:

Lucy calls Desmond "Desmond" while Vidic calls him "Miles-kun" which is an accurate translation of Lucy's Desmond and Vidic's Mister Miles.

BUT it does have a different vibe in the JP version.

Vidic using 'kun' shows he believe he is of higher standing compared to Desmond as 'kun' is usually used for younger boys or if the speaker is the boss or in a position of power (like a doctor or a teacher).

Lucy, on the other hand, has no reason to call Desmond by his first name since they are strangers. That's considered rude by a lot of people. Desmond-kun would have been just as weird but would have softened the blow. If Lucy was being respectful, she would call him Miles-san. This could be a ploy on Lucy's part to form a connection with Desmond early on.

Or, you know, the JP script is just following the ENG script XD

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[cryptidjeepers]

okay so. my Disenchanted review. my credentials are: being a huge Enchanted fan. Rewatching the movie at least 3x a year. love amy adams.

6.5/10 Full review under the cut and be warned, its a lot of brain ramblies

the good

I guess I want to start with the good stuff. I really liked how the movie focused on GIselle and Morgan as stepmother and daughter, but also two people that really need each other. The first movie was about Robert and Giselle and I really feel like there wasn’t much more development there. So I wasn’t upset that Robert got sidelined (hes also kind of the most boring character outside of his role in Enchanted, sorry McDreamy).

The first half of the movie was a bit, too much. But the second half is where I really started to enjoy it.

Obviously the costumes and set design were incredible. Amy Adams was going for an Oscar with her Jekyll and Hyde Giselle moment. The way her voice dropped to be evil, need I say more?

The story was enjoyable! The call backs felt a little forced, but still cute. The songs were... disney Decsendents level if I’m being honest. And i dont even mean that in a bad way its just, a grown ass woman singing them was a bit secondhand embarrassing.

also, james mardsen, as always, is an absolute delight

the not so great

My issues were with how over complicated the plot was. Enchanted was sooo good because of how simple it was, while also being very smart. It’s a fairy tale turned on its head and it’s clever. Disenchanted isn’t. Really clever? The eising wand felt a bit too convient. The pacing is too fast to really dwell on the issues the characters are having. 

And speaking of issues, there are too many lmaoo. Giselle and Morgan are both struggling to find their place. A cartoon-turned real girl feeling out of place and a teenager moving to a new town. There was a lot of potential. Unfortunately, they kinda just turned Giselle into a selfish stay-at-home mom (also, was the baby really important??? what happened to her fashion business). Giselle’s character struggles to stay cartoonish and real, which is ironic because that’s her whole deal. It’s been like 10 years since she started living in New York, how has she somehow went backwards in her character development. 

imo, the movie should have been more about Giselle losing that fairytale touch while dealing with the very real and complex emotions of being a new mom and stepmom. Maybe she woke up one day and realized how different she’s become. But no, its just this weirdly selfish need to move to suburbia. Also she’s a stay at home mom beefing with pta moms for some reason. Everything feels so half-baked, which is interesting since they did do reshoots due to inital mixed reviews

Speaking of pta moms, they really built up the whole prince and princess of the festival thing for no reason other than giselle setting up that, quite frankly, cringe worthy cupcake stand at the highschool. and for morgan’s extremely bland love interest. 

I guess my biggest problem was how it compared to Enchanted. I’m sure, on it’s own, DIsenchanted is a great movie. But Enchanted was about Robert and Giselle breaking each other out of their monotonous, monochromatic lives. Giselle learns to be more Real, while Robert learns to embrace spontaneity. Disenchanted feels a lot like Giselle trying to play both roles, with Robert doing absolutely nothing. I said earlier how I actually like Robert being put to the side, but it is frustrating how Robert didn’t notice Giselle strugging at all. He does not to help her. imo, the minute he saw her acting evil should have broke the spell or at least pushed through a little and made him concerned. He has big “ignorant dad in a sitcom” energy, which sucks.

the bad

okay im not film expert, nor am i a choreographer, but man, was I the only one that felt disappointed by the music and spontaneious dance sequences. The town square scene and inital scene with morgan and robert singing were probably the best because of how silly and self-indulgent they were. They felt like they wuld fit in Enchanted, which, again, is funny since the song is literally a reference to the first movie.

But some of the sequence felt like I was being danced at? Like these two 40 year old women were doing well choreographer tiktok dances at me. It took me out of the movie so quickly and I struggled to enjoy it. I really wanted to enjoy Badder, but the second half of the song just felt weird. Like they were hoping for a tiktok banger or something. But yeah, Enchanted may have only had 4 songs, only 2 of which were sung by main characters, but they’re all bangers. What Disenchanted makes up for in songs, it lacks in quality.

and lived happily ever after, I guess (except nothing was really dealt with sooo)

The end

[jefelen-presents]

"Galaxy Express" (2024)

Thursday, May 30th, 2024 (12:34) JEFELEN has made no secret of a life-long love of puppetry (particularly of the Japanese 'banraku' tradition, but that specific information is superfluous here), so when friend and puppeteer, Peter Bond, presented the opportunity to serve as an Associate Producer on his latest creative endeavour, there was no way it was going to be turned down!

Bored with the same old, monotonous intergalactic deliveries, intrepid Captain Drake accepts an impossible mission that can only be completed by venturing through the perilous Sector 27. Mr. Frogguy, navigator of the space freighter, Pegasus, makes every attempt to change the Captain's mind, but to no avail. Chaos, escapades, peril, laughs, cries, and ooze ensues...

"Galaxy Express", a thirty-minute proof-of-concept pilot, produced by MadCreatureLab™ (now known as The Creature Revolution™), is hereby presented in its entirety, on YouTube™ for FREE and without commercial interruptions! Good, old-fashioned silly entertainment for the whole family -- so buckle your safety harnesses and get ready for blast off to a galaxy of fun and adventure!

So, will this go to series, then? That's largely up to YOU -- likes and shares will actually help determine that prospect...

#PeterBond #GalaxyExpress # #HoldOnToYourMolecules #WatchItNOW

BREAK!!**

Thursday, May 30th, 2024 (12:34) As previously alluded to here:

http://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=5955293324501754&id=100000634350634

With further relevant particulars to follow...

Friday, May 31st, 2024 (1:23) Many have noted the exhilarating Yann Latour score, which I'm pleased to report can be streamed in its entirety from a wide range of audio platforms:

Apple Music™: http://music.apple.com/album/1639450666

Amazon Music™: http://music.amazon.com/albums/B0CZNKDK2Y

YouTube™: http://music.youtube.com/playlist…

Pandora™: http://www.pandora.com/…/galaxy-express/ALlcg9324pJ34Pm

Qobuz™: http://www.qobuz.com/us-en/album/o8kacopobjeyb

Deezer™: http://www.deezer.com/album/345670727

Anghami™: http://play.anghami.com/album/1031011306

Spotify™: http://open.spotify.com/album/4LD82i8FpbVNeE9v4vzwW0

But not, as of yet, on Bandcamp™, unfortunately...

{X}

Yann Latour Voila!! https://yannlatour.bandcamp.com/…/galaxy-express…

Jeffrey J. Ellen Wow, how's that for service, ladies and gentlemen? Asketh, and thou SHALL receiveth! Now available through Bandcamp™ for a very reasonable price: CAD $7 for fifteen tracks -- be sure to purchase yourself copy, folks. #SupportIndependentMusic

Friday, May 31st, 2024 (12:34) The aforementioned soundtrack album features a somewhat compressed rendition of the official publicity art, as illustrated by Keegan Michael Hankes, which I'll happily showcase in all its visual resplendence here:

Friday, May 31st, 2024 (23:45) Mirrored on ArtStation™:

http://www.artstation.com/artwork/zDlLQQ

Friday, May 31st, 2024 (23:45) It may also interest some of you to learn that this project originated as a live stage performance

http://www.youtube.com/embed/5DNqt0ececU?vq=hd720&rel=0&autoplay=1

{X}

Peter Bond wrote: Okay fine! You can be my publicist already! 😁

Jeffrey J. Ellen responded: Ha, I'd be more than happy to fulfill that role, Peter -- looking forward to your next creative project, when time permits.

[briggette-garabaldie]

Back in One Piece

Fairbreeze Village was, once upon a time, crashed upon with the full force of the undead Scourge. So near to the Dead Scar, it has taken many years to return to a sense of normalcy. The entourage of Blood Knights were not the only of Ritelle's retinue to station there, however. Some rangers reported sightings of a black-clad knight who had appeared in the dead of the night some days earlier. Only this evening was his identity verified by a slightly shaken patrolman. Gossip of his presence was fleeting, though it persisted in murmurs about the Ebon Knight who stood vigil in the center of the Dead Scar, along the road just outside of Fairbreeze. And surely enough, as dusk closed in, there he would be again; midnight clad, towering, and statuesque. He stood imperiously, with his runeblade drawn, pointed down, and held lateral between two gauntleted hands. Frosted eyes licked the eternally spring air with frigid tongues of mist. Staring passively down the long march from Deatholme, Draugayne Kastillan stood in one piece.

The days in Fairbreeze had turned to routine for the Knight-Lord. Her mind was heavy though after her encounter with the former Sunfury member and she had seemed to become quieter than usual, found flipping through a booklet instead of writing in her libram and chatting with the locals. And so it was a few days before the rumor of the Ebon Knight standing guard in the middle of the Dead Scar reached her ears. One thought drove her from the village and down the path to where they said he stood guard. It was a hurried pace she set leaving without even a guard to accompany her. And then she stopped at the top of the hill. Staring at the restored Death Knight. Finally, she came closer and stopped a few feet behind him, sure he could feel her presence just as she could feel his icy one at the top of the hill. It was hope in her voice as she spoke, “Sir Kastillan?”

Whatever it was Briggette had hoped for, she was answered with a twist of his helmet to set cold eyes her way. His grip on his brutal, jagged quint reversed in his left hand, brought up to slide skillfully into its scabbard at his waist. With his right hand, he would bring his palm to his breast. His baroque, impossibly elaborate saronite had been cleaved through with a force unspeakable, and now, it bore that scar. The worksmanship of an immortal blacksmith, who held eldritch secrets to fashioning such steel back into one piece. His immaculate armor would never be as it was again. To even see the seam where he had been bisected was an ungodly reminder of his undeath. It was more than enough to be a killing blow, for any other man. "Knight Lord." he answered in monotonous greeting, as his right hand lowered, and his left fixed itself on the pommel of his weapon.

Bri took in a sharp breath, as he turned and confirmed it was in fact the Death Knight she’d hoped it was. The damage evident on his armor had the blacksmith in her eyeing the craftsmanship with a critical eye before she lifted her gaze up to meet the cold stare. “It is you.” Almost to herself but then, the most silly question came out of her lips, “Why are you here?”

"My presence offends the locals." he answered bluntly. Simply, even. Perhaps missing the point of her inquiry. It was never quite easy to tell if he was being evasive, or obtuse. That much, at least, seemed to be the same. He stared at her vacantly, adding no further extrapolation.

Bri seemed to still not be sure she was actually seeing the cleaved in half Death Knight whole. But if anything could solidify that it was in fact the knight it was his direct and literal answer. She smiled then, “It is you.” This time with more assuredness and her composure regained, curiosity and a bit of concern had her asking, “They will not let you into the village? Or do you just avoid it out of consideration?”

 "I am permitted. I am less distracting without, than within." With every word, the opening of his exposed teeth blasted visible gusts of blueish white ice into the perennially warm air. Nowhere were the contours and designs elaborately molded into the surfaces of his armor more visible, than here; the frost clinging to his panoply starkly visible in the golden light of the land of eternal spring. "How may I assist you, Knight-Lord?" The question was spoken as if rehearsed - as was any semblance of chivalry he displayed.

The paladin nodded at the answer, “Ever the knight.” She did not answer straight away, instead contemplating him. “I have a million questions, but all of them seem sillier than the last truth be told.” A sigh went out and she started to take a step closer but then recalling their previous conversation halted. “I was worried that you would not return. It is good to see you whole.” There was sincerity and compassion in her tone, even if it seemed he might be an unlikely target for the later from her. “Do you travel with Songsear to Northrend when Doth’remos’s business is done?”

Draugayne was unresponsive. In any one else, it would be obvious that he was considering his words carefully. With Draugayne, it was practically buffering. "I go where the General commands me; if the time comes that she orders me to Northrend, then I shall go thusly."  Mechanical; predictable. Though, a flicker in the lights of his eyes preceded an umprompted reverie from the Death Knight; "What has become of Ser Raymond Marshal?"

Bri shifted slightly where she stood, but glanced back toward where Fairbreeze stood as if she could spy Ritelle from here. “She will be relieved to have you at her back once more.” She turned back and looked uneasy at his question. The truth warred with not wanting the man that once was to be angry or upset. There was a hint of something, distress or anger, in her answer when she finally spit it out. “He serves his sentence on Dawncall. Hard labor for his crimes.”

The Death Knight's head tipped back slowly, eyelids shutting slowly as his neck rolled his helmeted skull forward and downward in an unsettlingly fluid, yet strained, stammering motion. Draugayne was a Death Knight - to be in his presence was to feel the chill of death creep into one's marrow. To a Paladin, to one who could so finely be in tune with emotion, one who exuded hope - to stand in Draugayne's presence in that moment was to feel palpable hatred. Anger withered the air and made spring into winter. A blank stood before her; a spot of absolute void in Eversong's warmth. There was more - more than fury and spite, there was agony. Anguish enough to bring a mortal to screeching tears and gurgled cries for release. 'Finish it. Finish it. Finish it.' flashed through his mind, and a spasm brought his head back to an upright position. He was as he had been - static; and yet, the overwhelming sense of dread and suffering loomed over Draugayne like a storm cloud hanging over a tumultuous maelstrom. Another twist of his neck, and Draugayne -turned away- from Briggette. A mannerism completely out of character for the Knight. He said nothing.

She felt it immediately. The wall of emotion: anger, fury, spite, agony. All of it felt like a cold slap to the compassionate paladin’s face. So much so that she took a step back. A gasp and her hand flying over her heart as if those emotions were daggers stabbing at her. She too remembered the moment she’d seen him last, crawling to try to end Marshal’s life. A single tear rolled down Bri’s face. And she too looked away, “I’m sorry, Sir Kastillan.” She stood frozen, her own anguish at not being able to give him that peace aching through the paladin.

Draugayne all but trembled, like the earth before bursting and vomiting forth an eruption. For Draugayne, the eruption never came; it never could come. Not that he restrained himself, but that he could not release his agony. Incapable. His head swung from side to side in another roll, teeth opening and closing with a single light 'tap'. When his skull straightened again, the metallic echo of words left is maw with a chilled hiss; "A Squire to a failure, could never be more than a failure." His teeth closed again, and gritted together. His hands twitched in vibration before going still again.

Bri‘s eyes snapped to Draugayne at those words, “He was your squire?”

The Death Knight's head twisted, face lowered, neck popping as his fingers curled - but did not close. "Weak." He growled in a voice that crunched like the gears of a war machine rusting to a halt. "He is -weak-. He did not finish it." His teeth grit together and his eyes stared wide, and wild into the black soil. "He could not finish it."

The answer surprised her. Again a million questions sprung and Bri took a step closer then, her aura clashing with the cold of the knight. Curiosity for the full story drove her to ask “Why? What happened?”

His voice was low - forcefully so, and it carried inflection behind ground teeth; "He made a vow." he said, as if only lips, that no longer existed, moved. "He swore a vow to me." His head snapped to the right, and there was... something more to him. Something in his eyes was... present. Aware. Conscious. Alive. He turned and his feet brought him toward Briggette with lethal speed - towering over her. "He swore me a vow!" he all but shouted in Briggette's face. Now he was so close, it was almost too obvious. Draugayne was animated, driven to being, like so many Forsaken. He slammed a heavy, gauntleted hand down onto Bri's shoulder and TUGGED, threatening to lift her from her feet, but doing little more than jostle her. "HE SWORE A VOW TO ME!" He roared in her face, his skull mostly hidden, and devoid of emotion - but it was there. The suffering he embodied - it was there; in his eyes. Swelling, and unable to weep with sorrow, nor rage. The bodily functions that cried out in his eyes denied, now, not by his nature, but by the nature of his rotten flesh. It was as if another soul entirely was before Briggette, now.

There was no time. A blink and all the stories about monsters flashed before Bri’s eyes. Fear. Genuine fear gripped the paladin as she was manhandled by the towering Knight of Death. Her breath came heavy as she fought for control over that fear. An image of the gentle face in the book he’d gifted her, she clung to it in her mind. One, two, three breaths. Compassion won over the fear and she pushed at his chest as if to get the attention of that soul and four words slipped from her lips. “He was a fool.”

His mannerisms were erratic and unpredictable; a flawed, and yet accurate simulacrum of a living man. But when Briggette spoke, Draugayne was silent again. He simply stared down into Briggette's eyes. For the first time, she would see a man staring back; not merely a weapon. His hostile stature receded, but only so far as he was no longer hovering above her. He was silent, still. As if awaiting more words to follow, entranced with a mortal's anticipation.

Bri looked up into those eyes, compassion like an aura around her. She tapped his chest again, metal against metal echoing over the field like a bell. She saw the awareness and she spoke to it, “It was his failure, not yours. His weakness, not yours. If you start with flawed ore, you will never have a strong blade. Even the most skilled cannot hone what is not there.”

A range of emotion passed through nothing more than the Death Knight's eyes, and his pantomime. For a moment, Draugayne may as well have been of flesh and blood, again. Like any Forsaken Briggette had seen in Andorhal.  This was a man who felt, and cared. His head shook, and his lids came closer together with shame all but screaming in the cold orbs behind them. His hand let go of the Knight-Lord's spaulder in a sluggish, exhausted drop. He took a pace back. It was only a skull's jaw that swung open, but it -was- a man, speaking; "He avowed to end this." His posture dropped. For the first time, the giant suit of armor felt as though truly worn. "He should have ended this." His head bobbed up and down somewhat, and his eyes darted downward into a nameless distance. "He should have finished it." Not words repeated like a robot - words that were utterly meant. What terrors did Draugayne know of himself that Briggette simply could not know of. How damned he truly was. His eyes came back up - it may as well have been the ghost of the young man in the portrait, before her.

Realization of what the vow was struck the paladin like another slap to the face. She gasped and stepped back too. All the anguish in those words felt like cuts across her soul. Another tear escaped for the man trapped in the monster. The smiling face in her book again in her mind made the pain for what was even worse. “I’ll do it.” She offered it because how could she not. “I’ll do it.” She spoke the words again, taking that step back towards him. She swallowed, “I can’t ask you to serve, not like this. Not as this.” There was compassion oozing from the paladin fighting to break through the cold that surrounded the Death Knight. “Ask. And I will do it.”

Draugayne 's eyes came back up to meet hers. Another step back. He peered into her very soul; not with the baleful ire, but with something nearly treading on compassion. "When I am finally destroyed, my soul is damned to the blackest pits of hell, never to be in the arms of my wife and daughter again, in the Light's paradise. And I accept this. I deserve to suffer for all eternity, and so I shall. I embrace my torment happily. For what I have done, for what I have become. I relish that in this universe, there is a punishment for the wicked. And that my wife and daughter now have eternal peace, is all that I had left to cling to. Raymond Marhsal lives. Perhaps one day, he will be true to his vow." He looked down and up again in full measure of Briggette. "You are kind, Knight-Lord Garabaldie. But the agony I endure on this earth is a part of the price I pay. I do not get to choose to end this suffering. I do not deserve such mercy." His eyes blinked once. The paladin that once was. The beacon of faith, and of wisdom. The thing locked so securely, and buried so deeply. The man in the portrait. It was not meant to last. Pale white bone seemed to darken - a line, dark and moving, running down his eye socket. And another, a black blotch of what seemed to be liquid dripping down between his teeth. Saronite armor frozen over seemed to sweat, as the frost on its intricate features melted.

Bri ‘s face was streaked with tears. They fell unheeded as she stood ready to do the unthinkable as a kindness to the man that was. And then they slid down her cheeks a little faster as he pardoned her from that task. “You do deserve it.” It was a hushed whisper even as the soul retreated once more. She stared at the armor before her. A sigh and she stepped back as ice crystals formed on her cheeks. Still she did not look away. “I am sorry, Sir Kastillan. Death would be too easy for Marshal. Would that you could stand on Dawncall and he could see that you are whole. A reminder of his failure and of his mortality. And that he will find no peace when death finally does take him.”

His head tilted only so slightly. His teeth parted again, a visibly slush of black liquid spilling out into his gorget. "Lady Garabaldie-- "A gagged choke as the melting ice on his saronite began to darken from beneath; reddening like blow in snow. His eyes, still holding their mortal glint, went wide with indiscernible pain and dismay. He raised his right hand, which had started dripping with the same black substance that filled his mouth and sloughed onto his chest. It was unmistakable as blood. Seen, it would run out of his eyelids, clashing dark violet in contrast to their blue glow. He looked down, and up again as the blood gushed more strongly. He dropped to a knee, "Briggette--" he choked out between hyperventilations as his steel entire ran with an impossible flow of blood. Hyperventilations started growing into gasps and winces, and then shouts. The mortal man that was so composed but moments earlier was now shrieking in abject horror and anguish. Wide eyes staring into Briggette’s soul as his skull stained red, then black with many more flowing coats. The mortal man began to fade, but only so far as it was still the -true- Draugayne who felt this change in presence. His eyes flickered on and off, like lights at the mercy of a switch. Soon, smoke arose off of his collapsed silhouette and the screaming grew more mindless. A black shadow appeared behind him, and spread wide like wings as three figures walked from the abyss. Two on either side of the vision of horror before Bri, and one behind him, staring at the Paladin as they pulled him back into the Death Gate, Leaving the woman in the silence of the Dead Scar; alone,  without so much as an explanation.

She stood in shock, her instinct to heal kicking in but the reminder that the Light would not help him paralyzing the paladin. Her eyes were wide once more in terror as the ichor seeped from the knight in front of her. The scream making her cry out as well. The death gate’s opening had her reaching out with a “Help him!” even as they took Draugayne away. The silence was deafening. And she wept.

(written with a guild member)

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided)  ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too. 

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby. 

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air. 

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully. 

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr. 

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby? 

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too. 

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen. 

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration. 

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic 

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised. 

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively  good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls.  The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly,  “get my pretty name out of your mouth.” 

There’s a pause full of tense silence. 

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.” 

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis. 

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing. 

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan. 

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour 

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach. 

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno. 

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi. 

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao 

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

 Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

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[chericarlisle]

You asked for Carlisle Cullen requests and I am here to deliver❤️ can I ask for a fic where the reader finally confesses to Carlisle they are in love with him? Preferably fluffy with some kisses 😌, I would also prefer the reader not be a doctor or nurse if possible! Thank you so much!

𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐞 || 𝐜.𝐜

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: carlisle cullen x human reader

(𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2k

𝐚/𝐧: i hope you enjoy this! i tried to think of a way to get the two to meet, but have it still correlate! so the reader will be Alice’s friend :) thank you for requesting <3 please know that the reader is NOT a minor!!!

For the years that you had attended Forks High, you had grown close to a certain Cullen daughter, Alice. Her personality was that of a pink rose and its symbolism. She was more than one could want in a best friend, and between her amazing advice or sense of fashion, there was never a dull moment. 

Unlike a majority of the students, Alice was genuine and welcoming, causing the two of you to grow close as friends. It made you feel like high school wasn’t so bad after all.

As you talked more and more with Alice, you often wondered why the rest of her family was so reserved. They rarely interacted with any one else who didn’t share the last name ‘Cullen’. Alice, though, was the exception, having branched out to you.

 It seemed that being friends with Alice was something that was a package deal because on occasion, she’d bring along her boyfriend Jasper. You didn’t question their family dynamic as Alice had already explained in simplest terms who they were. It was a much better definition than what Jessica had told you and the rest at that table on the first day. Looking back, it was more petty gossip than it was useful information.

For the first summer, you didn’t see much of Alice and rather texted her much more. You’d invite her over, but it appeared that they were on a long family vacation that summer. It was then that you truly realized that you knew nothing about Alice, let alone the Cullens, aside from what you had been told at school. 

There was something that constantly affected Alice’s decision making, along with her siblings, but you didn’t yet know that factor, and you wouldn’t for a while. Instead, you let your mind consume the harsh option that Alice wasn’t exactly the person you thought she was. Maybe she really was just like the rest of the Forks High students. 

Fortunately, your fears were consoled that next school year.

After much consideration, Alice eventually invited you over to her house where you officially met the rest of the Cullens. Edward, Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper acted so much differently than they did at school in the way that they even acted at all. Normally, they would just go through the school day rarely interacting with any one or anything else but themselves. It made you curious as to why they weren’t like this at school. They seemed to be such lovely people so why would they be so monotonous for eight grueling hours of the day. 

You were able to see where they got those characterful values from. Well, more so who.

Dr. Carlisle Cullen, their adoptive father who looked too young to be a father at all and was so perfect that he must’ve been a hallucination. 

Since that moment three years ago, you’d gone over almost every other weekend to do whatever extravagant thing Alice had planned for you. She hadn’t had a real friend in so long that she wanted to make up for all the missed time. 

Over the course of time, the man, who you knew only as Dr. Cullen, had caught your eye. His compassionate mannerism and old fashioned style was something that just seemed to make you fall head over heels. At the mere sight of Dr. Cullen, the heat of your cheeks would make itself known and you wanted nothing more than to slap some sense into yourself. Whenever he spoke, you shamefully latched onto every word, his voice ever so comforting. The small smile resting on his lips whenever he spoke to you added even more charm and there was no hope left for you. This man made you swoon and you were so embarrassed over the fact that he was the adoptive father of your best friend. 

High school graduation arrived in no time and along with it a huge family secret. A family secret that wasn’t yours, but once again, relating to the Cullens. 

The family revealed it at a dinner, which was a rare occasion, considering that you hadn’t ever really seen them eat. You came over to their house like any other visit, except this time, the inviting smell of a freshly cooked dinner greeted you at the door. 

The lovely dinner and charming smiles were all just the calm before the storm. Playful conversation ceased and suddenly Carlisle was speaking on behalf of everyone at the table. In a matter of seconds, it went from ‘casual family dinner' to ‘game show questionnaire' that was borderline an interrogation with the lack of feedback you were receiving. None of the Cullens, not even Alice, would confirm or deny any inquiries that left your mouth, leaving you to your own judgment. It was almost like your speculation was crucial to ending the slew of questions. 

Eventually, you drew up the conclusion that they were vampires. You said this with such lighthearted intent that you were waiting for the big joke until you scanned the tables and saw their emotionless expressions.

All that you could really remember was falling from your dinner chair with Carlisle, who was sitting right beside you, catching your fall before you became close friends with the hardwood floor. 

Needless to say, it took a moment to process this information, but you still continued on with Alice and her family. They were still the same Cullens you had known since the beginning and a small sliver of their real life wasn’t going to change who they were to you.

A couple of months later, you were spending the night with Alice for the weekend. She wanted to go visit Seattle for the day and do some holiday shopping. You readily agreed, remembering that you had to get some gifts for your own family. Shopping with Alice was always an experience, but an entertaining time nonetheless.

You had gotten there Friday night as both you and Alice planned to leave the next morning. There was no point in leaving now as the stores had been closed for at least a couple of hours. 

Walking in the living room, you saw Emmett and Rosalie thoroughly invested in a comedy on tv. You had invited Rosalie to go shopping, but long hours with Alice in a store was not an activity for the less patient and she knew this. Edward was apparently missing from the scene, but Jasper, who was standing afar, greeted you and said that he was out with Bella. Jasper had finally loosened up around you, and after the family’s confession, you understood why he looked so uncomfortable all the time. The willpower these people had astonished you. 

Alice had disappeared after letting you in and it wasn’t until she returned with Dr. Cullen in tow, that you truly noticed she was gone. You bashfully greeted the doctor to which he returned with his signature smile that could make you melt. 

“I know this is bad timing, (y/n),” Alice walked to stand beside you, “But I have to go hunt, as do my siblings. You’ll stay here with Carlisle. He doesn’t need to go with us right now and we can't leave you alone.” By the end, the petite vampire was smirking and you jokingly scowled at her little plan. She knew of your silly crush on Carlisle and would relentlessly tease you about it, as a best friend would. 

Before you could even answer, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, and Alice were out of the room without so much as a peep. You shook your head at Alice’s sneakiness, forgetting for a second that a certain someone was left with you.

“How about I make you some dinner, (y/n)?” 

The way he said your name was something you could never handle. It just rolled off his tongue like any other word would, but with the hint of his accent, it sounded so lovely.

“I don’t mean to be a nuisance. Dr. Cullen.” 

Already flustered with the whole situation, the last thing you wanted was to bother Dr. Cullen any more than you thought you’d already done. 

As if he could read minds, the blonde stopped in his tracks to face you. “Please, call me Carlisle and you are never an inconvenience, (y/n). Besides, I’ve already hunted so I’m more than happy to be here with you.” 

Carlisle, being kind as usual, shouldn’t have said such words because your brain was currently going into a frenzy as his thoughtfulness. If it was possible, your heart must’ve been beating faster than what would be considered healthy for someone actively working out. 

You weren’t able to find the words, but instead able to offer what you hoped was an endearing grin.

In the kitchen, Carlisle searched the desolate fridge in hopes of finding some food. The kitchen and its appliances were more of decor than they ever were useful. 

After a minute or two, Carlisle closed the freezer door of the fridge, a pack of steak in his hand. 

“It seems steak will have to do tonight.” 

You shot him a pleased look. “You can’t go wrong with steak.” Famous last words.

While you insisted on cooking your own food, Carlisle returned the same persistence and eventually you gave in. 

The two of you carried on a conversation while he cooked. Talking with him seemed so natural that for a moment, you weren’t nervous about talking to this man.

Carlisle plated the steak and brought it before you, an excited look painted on your face. He sat down beside you and eagerly waited to see how the steak turned out. At first, you felt a bit bad that he wasn’t going to eat anything, especially after all the trouble he had gone through.

“Carlisle, are you sure you’re fine? It just feels so wrong eating in front of you like this!” 

He chuckled, quickly placing his hand on your own to reassure you. “I’m fine, truly. I just hope it’s edible.” 

You grabbed the steak knife, jokingly rolling your eyes at his statement. Upon cutting into the steak, an unpleasant rush of cow blood came out revealing that the steak was far from even being rare. 

Immediately your plate was being scooped up and brought to the kitchen counter where you joined Carlisle. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, it’s been some time since I’ve cooked anything and it seems that I haven’t caught up with modern cooking principles.” Carlisle looked a bit sheepish at the moment and you couldn’t help the giggle that slipped from your lips. You weren't sure if it was the unintentional term of endearment or his adorable attempt at cooking. Either way, Carlisle was relieved to see that you weren’t upset, but rather enjoying this moment. 

You stepped up beside Carlisle at the stovetop, shoulders touching as you reached across for the seasonings. “Here, we should probably season the steak a bit and clean off the pan.” 

As you continued to do your own thing and guide Carlisle in cooking, he carefully took each word of your advice.

“See, you did everything right, Carlisle. It was just the heat and time that threw off the doneness of the steak, a bit.” Your words ended with a small twinkle as you turned to face the man who’d been so intently watching. He seemed to be so entranced at the moment… and by you. 

It was like time was frozen and everything moved in slow motion, something you’d only see in a cheesy movie scene, except you were living it. Suddenly, life sped up and Carlisle’s cold hand was cupping your face and bringing you in for a kiss. You were happy that this was how you’d “confess” your love to Carlisle because words weren’t exactly your strong spot given the circumstances.

You two stayed lip locked for the longest moment in time, just pure bliss. It seemed like the kiss would never end until the smell of burnt oil hit your nose. Carlisle could feel you smiling against his lips and you began to peep out a small laugh. 

“I think we overcooked this one a little too much.”

a/n: i’m sorry if this is cringe-worthy, i wrote this at 12:30 am. i swear it will get better lol i just need to stop writing at ungodly hours of the night--

[simplysimpingsimp]

How would the main 3 and giyuu deal with a crush who is not very good at expressing themselves through communication, has zero facial expressions, just looks bored, nothing seems to get a reaction out of them, but they’re amazing at expressing it artistically which they willingly give to other people: Poems, fashion, flower arranging, drawing and baking? They have a lot to express in their head of different things that they just can’t verbally communicate. They’ll be like, one random day: “This is for you *poem about how great they think the person is and that crush hopes they succeed in life and fuck anybody who gets in their way*”.

Hi hi again nesting-dreams!! Thank you for sending in a second request <3 and again I’m super sorry for taking a bit to get to you TT ahhh I really like your idea TT it’s so sweet and cute to think of the different ways love can be expressed!! So thank you for sending this one my way <3 as always, I’m super sorry for any mistakes ! Please let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to fix or change, I will gladly do so <3

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🌼 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝙷𝚌𝚜

🌼 𝙺𝙽𝚈 𝚅𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚡 𝙶𝚗!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

🌼 𝙵𝚝. 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘, 𝚉𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞, 𝙸𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎, 𝙶𝚒𝚢𝚞

🌼 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

🌼 𝚃𝚆/𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎!

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𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐

He always cherished the few times he’d ever seen a smile from them

Regardless of the expressionless face, he still thought they were adorable

Tanjiro would often try to do silly things to make them laugh or even crack a faint smile, yet it wouldn’t work that doesn’t mean he will give up though!

He always admired their artistry when it came to botany and floral arrangements

Out of the blue, they would give him something that he could interpret with his enhanced smell

Floral language was something they knew best due to their upbringing in a family of were botanists, herbalists and floralists

Beautifully arranged, they would have a bouquet of white camellia (adoration), small stems of pale blue forget me nots (love), pale purple heather sprigs (admiration), a yellow tulip (sunshine), and a single red rose (love) in the middle of all the flowers

Quietly they approached Tanjiro with the bouquet in their hands

“Who’s that for?” Tanjiro would question curiously before they gently handed it to him

“For you…” they spoke quietly, “They all have meaning that I hope you can understand through scent,” their voice gentle and loving as they looked him in the eye

A soft blush would be on his face as he sniffed each flower, a loving feeling in his heart as he slowly processed and interpreted the significance of each flower beautifully arranged flower

He stopped at the red rose for a moment, immediately knowing what it meant but was completely enamored by the sweet perfume of it

He held onto the other flowers before gently handing Y/n the red rose with a bright smile, “I feel the same way!” He’d say happily before giving them a hug and a kiss on their forehead

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𝒁𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖

Zenitsu at first thought they were kinda scary but really cute despite the menacing aura they sometimes had because of the monotone expression and voice

He would do his best to make them laugh but nothing ever worked

He loved the few moments he’d ever seen them smile, would constantly fangirl at the recalling of those memories

Zenitsu would cling to them when he was scared and he would hear in the deadest voice, “I’ll protect you.”

It was scary but he felt safe TT

They would give him something he could interpret with his enhanced hearing — Came from a family of musicians and entertainers

Zenitsu would be guided by Tanjiro to enter a room where Y/n had asked him to tell him to go

He opened the sliding door and saw them all dressed up in a beautiful kimono and gentle makeup

Mans practically passed out and yelled with heart eyes and a deep blush on his face “N/N IS EVEN CUTER TODAY”

He would notice the shakuhachi beside them and their unphased expression as he sat down in front of them

“I wrote this for you, please listen closely,” their voice gentle as they took in a deep breath and held the wooden flute in their hands

The melody would start soft and slow, with low tones in the beginning and slowly rising as if telling a story with the tune becoming mellow and sweet towards the end

Zenitsu listened closely in absolute silence, hearing every little sound they produced as though they were singing

Honey toned eyes glittered with happiness and tears as he realized the song was a love confession

After they finished he tackled them in an embrace

“WAAAAAAH N/N I DIDNT KNOW YOU FELT THE SAME” he’d cry in their arms and pepper kisses all over their face

They would laugh softly making him cry even more

“AHHH YOU LAUGHED DO IT AGAIN BLESS MY EARS WITH YOUR CUTE LAUGH AGAIN” he’d yell as he would nuzzle his cheek into them

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𝑰𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆

Inosuke would take it as a challenge to make them smile/laugh/anything before any of the other two could

It was a challenge he wanted to beat and complete aside from the curiosity of witnessing their smile or any sort of response

He would definitely take their food to make them mad but they would just look at him and hand him other things, “If you’re really that hungry, you can have it.”

Most of the time it was them cooking all their meals because of the team vote and they just all loved Y/n’s cooking

Would definitely give him food as their confession after all they came from a prominent family name in cuisine

Baking was always their go to for gifting or if they wanted to say anything

Silently they would create a small cake in the flavor Inosuke loved most but there was more love put into it

Gently whispering to themselves that their heart and feelings were in the cake as they prayed that he would get the feeling

Inosuke watched giddily as they approached him when they were done baking the cake

“This is for you, please tell me what you think,” their voice gently as they handed it to him

As he took a bite of it, he almost seemed to freeze in place as if processing everything he tasted

His cheeks became dusted in a gentle pink hue as his chest became giddy and his heart fluttered with excitement

“OHH THIS IS AMAZING!” He’d yell as he ate all of it once

For a moment they lost hope as they watched him eat, feeling their heart become heavy

Until he gripped their shoulders and looked them in the eye with a giddy grin, “I think you were trying to tell me something! Right?!”

They nodded gently with a light blush on their cheeks

“You love me!” He’d tease but would ruffle their hair, “I love you too!! Thank you for the cake!” He would say happily as he carried them away to the kitchen

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𝑮𝒊𝒚𝒖

They are his tsugoku so he eventually grew closer to them and wanted to know more and more about them

He did his best to encourage them to smile but how could he when he himself was often monotone

Giyu would try doing the things Shinobu would do to him but it doesn’t work

“What are you doing Tomioka-San?” They would question when they felt him poke their arm and face

“Just Giyu is fine,” he would say in hopes of getting closer to them, though it would take a while for them to just call him Giyu

He would feel his heart flutter when he would hear their soft voice say his name or when they would ask him for instruction

Giyu would feel fortunate in a way to have someone who was a listener and would understand his silence and serious expressions

They would write a poem for him as a form of confession as their family was known for intricately written poetry and literature

“This is for you, please let me know what you think when you’re done reading,” they would hand him the parchment with a gentle blush on their cheeks

The poem would read something like “Long have I awaited for a blossom to bloom / to dance in the wind like a floating plume / embracing the sweet air of love and to understand the warmth I feel when you are near / it’s more than clear / that I wish to dance with you in an everlasting spring”

Giyu would probably take a few minutes to understand that it was a love confession

But when he realized he would pull them into a tight embrace with a light blush on his cheeks

They would have a soft smile on their lips for once making him smile as well

“I feel the same way,” he would say quietly as he placed a kiss on their forehead

ᴇɴᴅ

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ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛɪɴɢ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ

ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ!! ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs/

ᴀsᴋs/ɪᴅᴇᴀs/ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs/ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs/ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ!

sᴇᴇ ʏᴀʟʟ sᴏᴏɴ <3

ᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs: 19

[yanderenightmare]

Hey, can I have yandere!shinsou to insult the chubby!reader bcs she really made him angry to her by being rebellious so it ended up with she is getting fuck so hard by him 🥵💦

yandere ! SHINSO HITOSHI

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, mind-control, jealousy

MISTAKES COME BEST WHEN SERVED IN THREES

She’d been bugging him all night. 

They were hauled up in his dorm-room with homework, had been so for hours. And it wouldn't have been too bad, but she wouldn't shut up.

She laid on her stomach, elbows propped up beneath her, tits mushed perfectly into his mattress, looking like a comfortable pillow fo support, squeezed like two plump balloons in her top with the way she bounced on them. She always bounced as she spoke, so bubbly, voluptuous lips sucking on her pen in those breaks where she didn't have anything to say, looking like a cute little bunny with the chubs of her cheeks, her legs kicking in the air, ass wiggling like a puppy wagging its tail, as she babbled on and on and on about her stupid crush.

Disgusting. He’d lost count of how many times he’d rolled his eyes, sustained clicking his tongue in an exasperated fashion, now feeling the growing need to go puke his guts up.

“He’s got such pretty hair too, like... it’s fluffy, like a cat, like he has secrets hidden inside there or something...” He wanted to claw his eyes out, but he couldn't stop looking at her, those lips, that cheeky smile, her childish giggle. His ears bleeding, not wanting to hear another silly foolish detail about whomever the fuck had her so neatly tied around there finger. “I just want to run my hands through it, you know?” She fiddled with a lock of her own hair while she daydreamed, finger raking through the pretty shiny treads. “Tangle my fingers inside it and ride his face.” That’s when he snapped.

It took only a split second to process, perhaps because he’d imagined it so many times already. Her plush thighs hugging his face, hands grabbing the fat of her ass, setting the rhythm, not letting her go until he feels her dripping down his chin. “Who?” He sounded like an owl, looked like one too. Eyes intense as they stared at her place on his mattress. 

Such audacity she had, talking up wet-dreams of someone else in his fucking bed.

Her brows knitted, looking at him, legs stopping to rub together in the air. “Hm?” She only hummed, but it was enough.

“What’s his name?” He repeated, and this time she had no choice but to answer.

Her features blanched, eyes pooling with void, enslaved, gorgeous, pupils blown large like a black lake, like ink ready to write all her secrets, to spill her guts for him. 

“Shinso Hitoshi.”

The name dropped from her lips without hesitance, and despite the monotonous sound of it, despite lackluster at the absence of her substantial voice, her full-bodied brazen wild tone, it still managed to make his heart stop, stammer in his chest, before beating along like it usually does, like a skipping rock, picking up its pace, soon to be hammering like some war-drum, fueling war-paint through his system, spiked and frayed, making the thin hairs at the nape of his neck rise, his purple mane frizz with static. 

Thoroughly put out, enough to lose his hold on her.

“Did you...” She shook from the shock, from the shackles. “Did you just-” Her palms pushed into her temple as her eyes scrutinized, pulling her knees to curl into a sitting position on the bed. “Use your quirk on me?” 

Her frame had bled into a blurry view at the light of his bliss, his smile widened into a sneer as sharp as a knife, eyes refocusing at the sound of her voice breaking the otherwise pin-drop silence and galloping of his heart.

He scoffed at her pout, at the brimming, swirling vivid look of betrayal climbing in her eyes, almost drooling at the bashful blush that adorned her cheeks, having never seen her shy or humiliated before and finding an unparalleled sense of victory at the sight of it. 

“What?” He shrugged, sly smile nudging further up on his face, smug and victorious, uncaring of whatever feeling he must have stirred with knowing how she actually felt plain and simple and outspoken, pulled right from her chest, still echoing on the walls, ringing in his mind, dripping from his teeth. He could almost laugh. “Not the guy you thought I was?”

“This isn't funny, Toshi.” Believe him, he didn't think so either. “I trusted you.”

“Your first mistake.” His lilac eyes shone with such sinister glee, such carnal sadistic pleasure, she felt it like a claw on her throat. “Liking me is your second.”

“You’re such a jerk.” Her voice strained, caught between being vicious to teary-wet. He could only imagine, like he’d done so many sleepless nights already, the catlike whimpers and whines she’d spill once he did like she suggested earlier.

She pushed herself off his bed with a bounce and huff and a sweet little sniffle, walking past where he still sat seated on the chair by his desk, hand drumming lean knuckled fingers on the table. “Leaving so soon, Kitten?” He didn't bother getting up. He didn't need to.

“Fuck- you.” She mumbled, her voice already a croak of suppressed cries, her heart aching in her chest as she walked to the door.

The smile cracked even farther, more salacious, more enjoyed, gorged and savored. “Fuck me? Heh, that’ll be your third...” He scoffed, laugh lacing his mocking words. “Stop.” Was all he needed to say to turn all her nerves against her and bend them to do his bidding. “Come here.” 

His hand still drummed on the table, not having bothered turning around as he heard her approach him again. Perfectly timed steps, one after the other, mechanical almost, until she stood, plain and simple, without resistance, between his legs, all up for grabs. His fingers stopped drumming.

Then there was silence again. But she would say the smirk on his face was loud, and so was the glint in those lavender orbs, warm in her head, in her cheeks, hot and heavy with how he eyed her, up and down. Hotter as those arms, lined with the muscles of a man, straining veins and fresh bruises from his training, reaching out scarred hands to touch her ample hips, pulling her closer, tighter between his thighs. Fingers, strangely confident and lax, unbothered and unhurried, soon fiddling with the clasp that kept her short school skirt together at the waist, pinching what pliable flesh he found as he explored. Other hand ascending with the same grace, working slowly as he twisted the buttons to her shirt open, popping one after the other, face buried and pushed into the welcoming warm embrace of her breasts with a heavy sigh, lips dragging up and down the valley of them, nose rubbing and cuddling into her skin, teeth soon gracing alongside his tongue licking at her. Her shirt and skirt falling to the floor, pooling around her ankles, meanwhile his hand moved to the back to pinch loose the clasp of her bra, where the other hand had made itself busy feeling up the thickness of her ass like putty between his greedy fingers.

“On the bed.” He growled, face still mushed into her skin, all clothes except her precious cotton panties left in a pile by the desk.

And off she went, Shinso getting up and out of his chair to trail after her, towering over her short frame, looking down at the back of her head and how it seemed to bob up and down as she walked, hips swaying like a feline from side to side as she stalked, until she turned on her heel and plopped down with a bounce. Always so bouncy. So plump and full of life. Juicy like a peach.

He got down on his knees quickly, hands reached out to grab her knees, prying them apart carefully, opening up for a view of soft plush doughy flesh and the valley that made her panties look like a heart just beneath her tummy, all for him to bite into. He groaned, hands curled as they raked down from grabbing at her ass, until they hooked under her knees, pushing her up and down on her back, tits bouncing from the fall, his other hand giving them the attention they deserve, kneading one breasts in his palm, fingers going from tweaking the nib to pulling at it like picking up a water-balloon by the tail, managing to wake her.

“Get off!” She gasped, whined at the harsh touch, hands coming to push at his hard abs. But he wasn't budging, hands easily and softly finding her wrists to keep them from flailing, his dark chuckle stirring that something deep within her gut.

“Get off?” He repeated, questioningly, a slight snicker playing in his tone. “What?” It was clear he was amused, that he had no regrets and no intentions of backing down. “You don't like it when I touch you?” He pushed her down, drowned her in the sheets, hiked his knee up on the bed to earn leverage and height, like a tower toppling over, pushing her wrists into the mattress, head dipping to kiss at her collarbone, nose sliding up her neck as she shook her head in slight protest were any verbal answers were sure to be taken advantage of. “Well-” He scoffed. “That’s a lie.” His words whispered at her ear, as he smoothly hooked his foot under her leg to push them open, knee fitting snugly between the tight space of her thighs, hiking her up over the tops of his own, fitting between her. “We both know you’ll love it when I touch you, Kitten.” 

He bit her earlobe with another snicker, kissed her cheek chastely, slipping his tongue into her mouth as he dunked in for one hungry sloppy kiss, loving her adorable girlish squeals beneath him, how her hands had stopped struggling, a tinge of rose blushing her cheeks once he pulled up for air. 

“There’s no need to be shy.” Pupils blown, his eyes had never seemed darker. “You belong to me.” He kissed down her neck, bit at her skin. “Every single inch of you.” His hands relieving their post, leaving two smaller hands to stay where they’d been placed. “These tits.” Lips kissing the bud of her breast, teeth rolling it on his tongue. Rough fingers grabbing like claws into the cake of her thighs again, spreading them further apart. “These thighs.” He growled, hands cupping her ass to rut his bulge into her thinly clothed sex, lips crashing onto her once again, even as she yelped against him. “This ass.” He groaned, rocking into her. “All of you. Every single curve.” He purred. “There won’t be an ounce of your being left untouched, unlicked, un-fucked once I’m done.”