#I HAD TO LEAVE AAAAA THE LAST PERSON WHO TELLS ME TO START MY OWN BUSINESS AND BEAT THE SYSTEM. IM BITING YOU

[frogkitchen-the-archive]

For when the last person tells you to beat capitalism by doing capitalism even harder and you’ve had enough moodboard

[heyitsyn]

Keeping Up With Seijoh Pt. 10

a/n: based on this post uwu

okayokayokayyeyyy

LOOOK I LOVE THIS SCENE LIKE I CAN GO ON A RANT OF HOW IMPORTANT THIS SCENE IS LIKE SKDJSLDKKSSM

okay so

yuhhhhhh

the way this is set up is basically seijoh simping for you

also they have their own separate gc just for them bc they dont want you to see them just simping for you

even tho oiks ltr does that everyday

but hes not ready for that conversation

there was a few times that you were kinda curious as to what was in the chat

but they would click off and they would blush before diverting you to a different conversation

this might sound hella weird and creepy

idk bout yall but i think its cute that they take random pictures of you doing the sinplest things

this all started bc of one picture

from baby aki-kun

so basically you stayed behind with kunimi during monday to just study and you sat in front of him while sharing his desk

babie took a pic of you just studying and he sent it to the gc with no context

its a known fact that seijoh doesnt practice during mondays so they were all doing something out of school

but they were all missing you so seeing you with kunimi fueled jealousy in everyone

even kyo

oikawa blew up in the chat and was keyboard smashing

the others were just teasing him like hes lucky youre with him

but behind the screen, they were blushing and red and envious and AAAAA

thus spurred on some sort of competition

like they would send the chat pictures of you like 'hA TAKE THAT SHES WITH ME'

unbeknowst to you, these boys have folders of just cute candid pics of you

oikawas insta is filled of you and his snap is full of you in his story and his tiktok is full of screaming simp rants about you

the tiktok comments are all like, 

‘IS SHE YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!’

‘OIKAWA-SAN SHES ADORABLE’

‘BACK����OFF🤺OIKAWA🤺I🤺CALLED🤺DIBS🤺ON🤺HER🤺FIRST🤺‘

random ones like him doing a day in my life type of vids and you appearing and everyone can just see the small blush on his face and the bashful yet happy smile on his lips

its really adorable

but the real ones know that shes been appearing in his insta since day 1

moilk.bread.1

thats practically your account now 

welll,,,

its more of a fan account for you and a lot of people from aoba johsai follow that account since you dont have an official one yet so they all simp for you there

the pictures were all from everyone like the boyz group chat was a haven for your candids

you did think it was strange that the boys would constantly ask to take pictures with you and everyone was just trying to get a pic to have aesthetic couple pics w you

and they would put it as their wallpaper or lockscreen

IMAGINE THE BLUSH THEY WOULD GET WHEN COMPLETE STRANGERS WOULD ASK THEM IF THATS THEIR GIRLFRIEND

oooo i mentioned this in the post too that iwa and you went to the gym and you guys took a mirror pic

after, you didnt really like the gym bc its just hard yanno?

iwa went back and while he was setting up his weights and equipments, his gym buddy noticed his phone light up causing your picture to show up

'oh? is that your girlfriend, iwaizumi?'

duh he doesnt have a girlfriend so he was like 🤨 until he saw his phone

the lockscreen was blaringly bright and your 'couple pic' was showing with the notifications

totally not oikawa blowing up their group chat bc he was with you

ofc babie hajime got all flustered and he blushed before shaking his head

'n-no'

he mumbled and his buddy laughed before clapping his back

'well, you obviously like her so do somethinf about it before someone does'

dont you think he doesnt know that?

also with mattsun!

this mans works in a cute cafe that this old granny owns and this thought has been living in my head rent free

and he was working during the weekend at the cafe

there were other people there but granny loves him bc hes been working there sibce he was like 15 and she took care of him a lot

he was like a grandson

so while he was serving, this granny was manning the cashier and checking people out

issei's phone was there on the table behind the counter and it started glowing at the indication of the messages being received

'have a nice day-oh!'

she noticed it right there and she saw the picture on his lockscreen

you were probably being carried by him due to your levelness with his height and you were kissing his cheek while issei smiled brightly

that was a picture you both took during an outing at the mall and the sunset behind you was just perfect to take a picture in

poor granny was like 'oop dont look at the messages' so she turned it over to not go to his privacy

there again you were

it was a polaroid of you two and he was backhugging you at school

hint? 👀

askldfjlsdkf

she knew issei was a very handsome young man so there shouldnt have been a surprise that he would be dating someone

can we name this granny?

granny inko lol

okay so granny inko saw issei coming over to rest the serving board thing and she beckoned him over

mattsun nodded and leaned over the counter to see what she wanted only to be greeted with a flick to the forehead

‘oW what was that for?’

he whined while holding the spot

granny inko tutted disapprovingly before crossing her arms

‘youve been working all week this week when you could’ve taken time off to spend it with your pretty lady. is this how men are nowadays? didn’t i teach you right to treat women properly?’

duh baby mattsun was confused like O_O

‘wha?’

his dumb question made her grab the phone and place it on the counter in front of him

‘your girlfriend, child. women need attention constantly and as much as you want that money, is it worth losing that smile full of happiness?’

okay stop it granny im getting emotional

more like disagreeing bc that wouldnt put food on the table BUT ANYWAYS

baby issei was surprisingly embarassed and scratched his neck

‘um,, baa-chan,,,,, she’s not my girlfriend’

he flustered and gave her an awkward smile

granny inko shot him a confused look and tapped the phone

‘well, she looks like she is. and if not, better hurry your move, boy. girls that make men happy like that only comes as rare as a good scratch ticket’

LMAO 

i do not encourage gambling so please save your money kids

you know what

these boys do that just to actually feel like it

okay thats confusing so imma explain it in greater detail

whenever someone mistakes you as their girlfriend, it makes them feel like you are for that split second and its just an addicting feeling

its like what if you were their girlfriend?

i mean, youre already the whole team’s girlfriend but theyre greedy brats and just want you for themselves

ohohohohoh

kyo!!

kyo def has a selfie of you both with the doggie filter but it was actually you who took it while he was just staring at you in the background

that was his lockscreen for like the rest of his high school career

lol

anyways!!

he was actually in a fight and during it, his phone fell off to the ground and conveniently oikawa messaged causing it to light up

one of the thugs had their hands gripping kyo’s collar and was pushing him against the wall while the others were surrounding them

they saw the phone flash and kyo cursed at the terrible timing and he made a mental note on killing oikawa later

a guy picked it up and he smirked, seeing the pretty smile of a pretty girl

‘heh? whats this?’

kyotani pushed the guy who was holding him but other two surged towards him and held him tighter

their leader snatched the device and chuckled

‘oh. its that bitch from his school. what is it’

he snaps his fingers as he tries to remember before stopping

‘aha! l/n y/n!’

kyo growled

‘shut up!’

the guy grinned at him and tapped the phone against kyo’s chin

‘oh yea. i heard shes a cutie. most people here know her, kid. now we know shes connected to you and guess what. you cross us again, she’ll take your place as you are right now. orrrr, we can,,, use her as our pet. thats how she is in your team, right? so let us have a turn. maybe we can send you a pic, hm?’

yea no that wasnt happening

kyotani easily beat those people up after because even just saying that unleashes power he didnt know he had

‘bastard. youre lucky this is just a warning. you touch her and i will kill you’

he landed one last kick on the guy’s face before taking the phone and leaving

now he has to figure out how to hide the bruises

you fussed later and he didnt tell you the reason instead just saying they said something that made him angry

nah

you were a person he didnt want to disappoint and he knows how much it hurts you to see him in that state

that was one of the things he hated but loved at the same time

you were such an empath that you would treat him and wince as if you were the one feeling the pain instead of him

and it made him feel special

you were one of the few things he holds close and he would be damned if anything happened to you because of him

the group chat was actually just blowing up with more screaming and the third years yelling at each other with the first years just casually reading the texts

they were used to the arguments within the team and you would remain so naive with the whole thing

kunimi is the type to keep silent and he didnt really care about anyone getting angry if you were spending time with him

but he does get annoyed if you were with kindaichi because you three were a package lol

like when kindaichi and you were at the arcade, this kid walked all the way there just because he didnt want kindaichi to hog you to himself

duh you thought this was adorable and endearing bc they wanted to hang out w you

no LUV theyre greedy brats who gets jealous over yOU

OH

so like i mentioned before that you and makki would walk over to the bakery and you guys would buy food there and such

and its also canon in here that makki only shares his food with you and no one else lol

why?

because when you eat the puffs, you put one in each cheek and it makes you look so adorable like a squirrel

sorry but squirrels are so cute like AAAAA

makki takes so many pictures of you and a lot are surprise shots where your eyes would be wide with cheeks full of food

aaaaa so cute

like you and makki sat down on a bench in the park across the bakery and you excitedly dug in to your own treat

makki chuckled at your excitement but he placed his hand on you arm to stop you

‘y/n-chan. say aaa’

you lit up and let him put the puff in your mouth and thought he was done but was surprised when there were two

you happily chewed it and went back to looking at your treats

but makki interrupted you again by calling you out

‘princess~’

the nickname made your eyes widen with red painting your cheeks and the shutter of the camera made you realize what he did

‘makki-senpai!’

you whined and he laughed

makki had a lovestruck smile on his face and he wiped the bit of creme on the corner of your lip

‘gotta take care of my princess~’

STOPPPPP MY HEART? GONE MY SOUL? GONE HOTEL? TRIVAGO

OH MY GOD IM IN SUCH A MAKKI AND MATTSUN AND IWA AND OIKAWA AND THIRD YEARS IN GENERAL BRAIN ROT PLEASE HELP

but we gotta give love to the second years :’)

ive mentioned that watari is the only person to ever go into your house right?

well, he comes over to cook and such so you guys spend time making food for the team 

watari takes this opportunity to take pictures of you cooking and the group chat cries bc its so domestic and they all start having the same thoughts

they really said seijoh braincells

it was like seeing a glimpse of a possible future for them

you, wearing an apron, cooking on the stove with your hair thrown in whatever with baggy clothes

gosh

thats like you someday being their wife and waking up one morning to see you there cooking in the kitchen

oikawa swears he had a dream that night because of that picture and he continuously thanks watari for YEARS because of that picture

okay are you curious about the dream?

yuhhh

oikawa woke up in an unfamiliar bed in a foreign room 

he felt his bones crack when he stretched and his hand extended out to a side that was still quite warm

hm

somebody must be sleeping next to him

then he stood up, catching his reflection in the mirror in front of the bed

;)

why would there be a mirror there hmmmm????

ANYWAYS

he noticed he had a bigger build and his hair was longer

then came the itch of the facial hair that he swore wasnt there a minute ago

this guy even checked out his butt and to his surprise, wow

obviously he was confused and a part of him thought this was the future

tooru walked to the door to go into the hallway and concluded, yep, this was not his house

then he heard music being played somewhere and a mixture of voices coming from a room

sounded like a woman and children

he stops at the top of the stairs, suddenly hit of the thought that this voice was so familiar

‘hm?’

tooru walked downstairs and stopped when down the hallway in front of the steps led to the kitchen where the voices seemed to lead to

‘mama! mama! mama! toast! i wan toast!’

‘in a bit, darling. just let me finish flipping the pancake’

the song was lo-fi with the volume being turned low enough to hear the voices fine

tooru wandered down the hallway and he stopped, finally seeing the owners of those voices

there was a handsome little boy sitting on the chair by the island and his brown hair was a mess of wild curls

there was a woman with h/c hair swaying to the tune and a beautiful little girl curled up in her arms while sitting on her hip

‘hey’

oikawa spoke out and caught everyone’s attention

‘papa’s awake!’

‘pa!’

‘hello tooru’

tooru froze

that was you

he knows it’s you

‘y/n-chan’

he whispered and you looked back at him from the pan

‘yes? if youre looking for coffee, we ran out apparently’

that was not what he was talking about

he hastily walked over to the boy and he blinked rapidly

‘you look like me’

he mumbled and the child grinned

‘eung! papa  and yozo look the same! mama and nana say so!’

yozo?

feeling like all the attention was on him, the little girl whined and her hands made grabby motions to him

‘pa pa’

she whined and tooru just felt something in him that screamed to hold the kid

you shushed the little girl

‘dont worry, looney loon. papa’s right there’

loon?

tooru stayed frozen at his spot and you raised an eyebrow at him

‘tooru? luna wants you’

oh

luna

that snapped him out of his trance and he held the little girl in his arms where she smiled at him and then he felt tears welling up in his eyes

then he woke up

okay sorry that was a long dream

so this dragged on for so long already okay

this was only meant to be small but aaaaa i couldnt help itt!!!!

but anyways!

the boys are just simps for you and theyre creeps that take pictures of you and they think about you all the time pls accept their love

also a mild continuation of the dream:

oikawa was holding luna and she was happily laying there when another figure emerged from the hallway

‘iwa-chan?’

he asked, surprised

what was he doing here?

iwa heard his name and grunted before going to a beeline for you

you smiled at him and he leaned in to give you a kiss to which oikawa froze in

iwa noticed his best friend holding his daughter and luna saw her father there

‘daddy!’

she shrieked and tooru blanched

‘uh, what?’

iwa extended his hands out to hold the girl but tooru held her tightly and leaned back

haji narrowed his eyes

‘um, give me my daughter, oikawa’

he grumbled and tooru shook his head

‘no! shes my daughter!’

you blinked

‘your god daughter, yes. but she’s half of your best friend, tooru’

half of his-

god? daughter?

‘so that means-’

‘piece it together, oikawa. did ya get brain damage or something? babe, call the doctor’

oikawa screamed

a/n: lol look WHO ROSE FROM THE GRAVEEEEEEE :) anyways. i really want to deeply apologize to everyone for taking an unexpected break and i shouldve told you guys and im really sorry :( everythings just chaotic lmao and im just like taking a breath for a second uwu and im so AMAZED at how many people still follow me even tho ive been gone for so long like bls yall are real ones :’) i love you all and the req box is still closed at this time as i need to finish the ones i have first soo thankyou for reading thiss and hopefully ill update soonerr!!! :)))

also not me completely messing up my kuws and missing 8 and 9 in my masterlist and having a mindblowing realization that i have 10 keeping up with seijoh fics

[btswishes]

Love me for who I am now

Bucky x Reader ( Chapter 1 )

Part1 / Next 

Summary: You apply for the Stark internship and end up getting it, so now you have 5 months to make a good impression to continue working with the Avengers.

A/N: This is my first Marvel fic and I am taking it as a challenge. It is opposite of what my account was made, but here I go. Sorry for any mistakes made, hope you enjoy it even a tiny bit.

Word count:  3,281

Warmings: fights, harsh language, not part of the original MCU 

Y/N- Your name Y/L/N:  Your Last Name

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  Through sleepless nights and dark circles, books and pens, through months of work you reached your goal. The moment you received the acceptance letter from Stark University you almost flew out the window without a fear in your mind. This was it!

  Time had passed since that moment, but it is still engraved in your mind- a memory keeping you strong during the hard midterms and piles of work, even the small glimmers of regret. Trying your best wasn’t an option, you could do only that and no less. It was no easy task, lost social life as much as you tried to keep it. You were really lucky you had good friends that understood and supported you. University wasn’t easy for anyone making this one even tougher. People of all ages, backgrounds and cultures were piled up with you in this building. The best of the best as the slogan said, the ones that proved themselves and emerged victorious.

  When you were young ,you used to spend a lot of time with your uncle at his places outside the country. He would introduce you to his work colleagues and things you had never seen before. There was a time where you would spend months on end with him. Not many memories were left from those moments in your head. At one point you spend a few years with him, your mother thought it would be good experience for you and it turned out to be nothing but the truth-at least you hoped so. You learned a lot from him and his friends, it felt like each spend day would offer you more knowledge in areas you never knew of. Computer work, ways of thinking and so much more that had become second nature to you.

  The sky was tinted in a wash of oranges, reds and yellows bleeding one into the other, swirling around the sun emitting them. The day was ending, but you found yourself filling up an application in the library, covered by the silence and smell of exam worry.

  Sponsored and founded by the one and only Tony Stark, this establishment offered an internship. Being part of the Avengers, Tony didn’t let just anyone from the students attending in, even if they were the best labeled by the school. It had been a year and a half since you started pushing yourself harder to be able to apply and there was nothing that could stop you. Pressing your finger over the enter button was very nerve wrecking yet simple. Even if it didn’t work out this year, you planned to do it again and again ,till he had no other choice but give you a chance.

  Usually F.R.I.D.A.Y. went over everything and left only the applications worth going over by Tony himself or Pepper. The next 5 weeks for you were very stressful, but there was nothing more you could do but wait and focus on your own work. The first person you wanted to tell about this was your uncle. He went to work in some distant place where they had no internet so you switched to mail. Not as much paper under his name passed through your hands, as he had stopped answering you. You missed him, but the muddy childhood memories kind of compensated for that.

“Did you send it in?” the phone muffled a bit the sweet voice coming from the speaker 

“Yeah, a few days ago actually.” You answered with a gentle sigh

“And no answer yet?” the girl’s pitch rose at the end of the sentence, amazed at that what she just heard

“I know, I know. Think about it though Nea. Who knows how many applications get submitted. Someone has to brush through them after all.” defending the situation was a form of coping for you, made you feel hopeful.

“So you are trying to tell me Tony Stark’s interface or whatever it’s called, can’t sort them out in a couple of hours? Come on Y/N! You and I both know you are trying to make yourself feel better.” The small pause made you anxious over what Nea said “Listen.” A breathy start of the sentence “ I don’t mean to brag, but I think I am one of the people who know exactly how much you deserve this. You were never the studious type, plus that you were gone for years on end with that mysterious uncle of yours. I never expected you to suddenly go for Stark University. Your dream changed you, from this quiet kid to crazy ol’ you right now on the call with me.I ain’t letting you bust yourself up over this just because it didn’t happen the first time around-”

                Ding ding

  Nea’s deep speech was cut off before she could unleash herself completely, by the slight ring of your phone’s notification.

“Who tf has the audacity to text while the great me is giving this legendary –“

                Ding!

  The second time the sound sung out made her choke up with anger, you could almost see the fumes coming out of the phone.

“WHO IS IT!” a loud hiss pierced your ear

“Maybe if you gave me a minute I could answer your question.” Pulling the call down, your finger ran over the screen to the email, making your notification lamp blink like a car. Almost instantly it opened before your eyes and you gasped. The action made you swallow suddenly and cough out a bit ,giving poor Nea an idea about the level of shock you were in.

“What?What? You can’t just almost die and not tell me what is going on.” She proceeded with a not so tasteful interrogation.

“I-…they accepted my application…” at the end a small smile flowed over your lips contorting the sound coming out

“Stop!?” she choked up as well “You gotta be fucking with me!? No fucking way this is real!”

“I am honest. It says here that they liked my skill set, my grades and the way of thinking I presented in my essay. I got the spot Nea! I fucking did it!” you threw the phone on the bed letting it bounce as you started dancing.

“Of course you did! I told you! You will be working with THE AVENGERSSSS!” at some point it sounded like your best friend was more excited than you “When do you start?”

“Well…” taking a second to calm down and re-establish contact with your phone, you looked up the schedule that came attached with the email “…ok…so it says here that I will be starting on Monday so~ in 2 days? “

“So soon! Any requirements for the job miss Avenger’s sidekick?” and the teasing begins

“A list, surprisingly.” Rolling onto your back, you held the screen away and above your face, scrolling past “ I guess my first job will be with Dr. Banner in the lab. Apparently I will be given some sort of assignments throughout the 5 months work span. I will be monitored by Dr. Bruce Banner and the grading, I guess if you can call It that ,will be done by Tony Stark himself.”

“Basically Hulk will be your babysitter.” once this girl starts teasing she never stops even in amazing situations such as this one, good thing you loved her “That sounds so cool though! You will be able to meet Captain America and Black Widow~! I am so jelly of you I swear! When you leave work make sure to wait for someone from the group to walk by, omgggg I am fangirling so much right now.What if you go to dinners with them!?AAAAA!”

“Fun thing about that.” Your eyes landed on the last paragraph of the email “It says here that I am supposed to move into the compound and stay there till further notice. The whole idea is that if I do things well I will get a permanent job. Weird…” you hummed

“Weird !? How? That is so cool! Who knows you might even become an Avenger! You will be living with them anyways.” at this point Nea was either not breathing or hyperventilating so fast you couldn’t hear it

“Don’t be ridiculous.” your attention landed once more on the thought process you had a moment ago “I don’t get one thing. They say here that my PE grades combined with my IT and overall studies make me a great candidate, but I don’t remember sports being a requirement at all, or even providing them in the first place. Does it mean that if my grades were low in that department I wouldn’t have gotten the spot?”

“I guess people of science aren’t that flexible. Who cares anyways! You got in, no ifs and buts. I am telling you, at this point you could be an Avenger.” poor girl began thinking of names and suit designs for you “ Hurry up and pack those bags before I drop by with take away, so we can gossip over Steve Rogers’s abs.”

“Um…don’t get me wrong he is super hot, I just see the Cap more like an older brother figure than anything.” It was true, you looked up to him since the first time you studied about the Civil War. Fearless, gave his life in a way for his people, astonishing man over all.

“Hey! Let me drool over him! You were always more of a Winter Soldier fan anyways.” Nea pouted audibly . Her words made some lone memory pop up in your head, but it was as murky as the rest. “I don’t know why I am interested in him. Somehow his look is very nostalgic and rugged. Anyways. ”you shook your head out of the mental image of the soldier “I will go pack up, tell my parents and fix up all my documents. Probably find some stuff from former Stark employees online. I want to have a bit of an idea of what he expects and what I am getting myself into.”

“Fine fine, you could have just said you like troubled guys. You were the one who was happy Loki got a second chance after all. I will be over in like 3 hours.” She informed you

“Hey! He deserved to redeem himself, he was used!” a firm Loki supporter as always “Ok then, see ya.”

   Hanging up the call you placed your phone to charge and rolled off your bed. The email gave vague information about what you needed, but clothing wise you would still be able to come home and get stuff if you had to. What was on top of your priorities were papers, documents, all your research materials and tech. Those things had to be organized no matter what ,since they got you this far in the first place.

  Nae came over as planned and you two had a nice sleepover talking about you know who. The night came and left, letting the morning find you in your bed at 11am. Your forearm rested on top of your forehead in a relaxed manner, letting enough space for an exhale to linger in the air in front of you. Your mind was going over everything that was about to happen to you. It was one of your dreams, you worked for it nonstop day in day out, so why were you so worried about meeting the rest of the Avengers? Maybe it was just anxiety or fear of the unknown, yeah made sense.

  All you did during the day was make lists for every piece of tech you were binging with yourself. Things seemed to be in order, but worry kept nibbling on your bones. The moment of truth finally rolled up and so did your suitcase in front of your house. Nea came to send you off as she promised.

“Sweetie, make sure to call us every day. Eat well, don’t overwork yourself and-“ your mom went off with caution about anything and everything that came to mind

“Mom, you know I am going 3 blocks down from here right? Plus I can come home at any time I want to. I am not moving to Mars or getting arrested.” You smirked the panic away from her, giving them a big hug.

“Call me or text me when you get there.” Nea pulled you in, whispering in your ear as quietly as possible “And don’t forget to sneak me a booty pick of good ol’Cap. You know what they say-”

“That is America’s ass.” Your voice came out in a mocking tone

“That i-…let me at least finish it by myself! Geez!” she pushed you towards the door “Ok ok, go now before you spoil me something else” her arms crossed in front of her chest

  The walk wasn’t that long, you were too invested in your own thoughts to notice when the time and distance had passed. The glistening windows of the compound building shined into your eyes. Your lungs filled up with a breath that they kept in for a moment, before releasing it back in the outside world. Pulling out the documents you stepped in. The fresh smelling air hit you making you close one eye for a second.

People were walking around you fast and concentrated. Some looked in a hurry, others were on break with a cup of coffee and a strain-leaving expression.

 Your feet, as slightly shaky as they were, took you right up to the front desk were a lady with a dark rich red colored uniform looked at you. She flashed a professional smile, her eyes asking for your purpose.

“Um, hello. My name is Y/N -Y/L/N.” she saw the logo on your papers and gasped

“You must be the new intern Mr. Stark told us about.” She signed something and reached out “Can you give me your hand for a second.” Your fingers didn’t go past the surface of the desk when she pocked your skin. Pulling in your extremity, your palm wrapped around the spot that began to sting a bit “Don’t worry about it. This is your identification pass. Fancy, no?” she smiled winking. Her body stood up as she pointed at the elevator far in the back of the foyer.

  Instructions were given with each step of the way, calming your nerves a bit. The moment you found yourself inside the elevator she pulled your hand to the sensor on the wall next to the buttons.

Recognized: Code 2514. Welcome Miss Y/N  

 Your head shot up when F.R.I.D.Y.’s voice echoed in the small space. The women smiled giving you a small nod and stepped out of the vicinity. Once her body was outside ,the doors slid closed. Over them glowed a protective blue light layering over the material like a soft veil.

 It felt like you weren’t moving an inch. Your body flinched when the sun stung at your eyes from the window. Your gaze landed over the view of the city, as you went higher and higher, ascending into the clouds  The blues and yellows were covering the inside of the elevator, such vibrant and lovely colors warming your body. For a moment your heart felt heavy- lost memory tugged onto it again. An often occurrence lately, yet you kept brushing off as deja vu. 

Floor 134. Welcome to the Avenger’s compound Miss Y/N

“134!?” the numbers cracked out with your voice. The interface made you turn towards the opposite opening doors revealing a room as big as a hall, if not almost a stadium. The ceiling was high being the lid to this round area. Your heart beat increased pumping blood to your body, dilating your pupils at least twice their original size. It look amazing, almost like you had just entered heaven. The walls were white, the furniture was perfectly placed and cream colored. Stepping outside you jumped at the sound of the elevator doors closing behind you. 

“Wow” escaped your lips, your hand pulling the suitcase closer. So this was the common room or the shared space. The windows were so big they were practically a wall of their own. The bright rays were making themselves at home giving the white paint a new color with each passing minute. The ceilings were probably the equivalent of 3 floors in height. There was this weird feeling of home inside, a bit of isolation maybe mixed in. 

“Miss Y/N?” your head swung to the side when you recognized that shy but bright smile. Throwing the papers on top of your suitcase, you extended your arm at the man.

“Ah.” Good thing your mind automatically responds politely to people without you giving it much thought “Dr. Banner. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance.” you shook his hand gently a couple of times and let go ,finding the papers and showing them to him “My name is Y/N-Y/L/N.” gentle bow and a smile followed the words skillfully chosen

“Welcome Welcome. Tony is out right now so I might be the only one actively walking around the compound. Well…”he scratched the back of his neck, lightly hunching over with a sheepish smile “I am one of the people you will be working under anyways, so I guess it is good that I came to get you. I would love to show you the lab, but I am sure you would like to set up your things first.” You nodded and he showed you to your room. The corridor had 3 tall doors scattered on the walls, all looking modern and elegant.

“This is the side where usually we have our female members. Natasha and Wanda will be your nextdoor neighbors. Hope it won’t be any trouble.” Bruce looked at you ,when an aggressive shake took over your neck

“No, no. Not at all sir. I am very grateful to have such amazing heroes next to me. As a matter of fact won’t they be troubled with me here?” and here came the normal anxiety that you had for everything

“I am sure they will like you. Don’t worry about it.” Bruce stepped next to the door and waved you over “You don’t have a key or a door handle as a matter of fact. Tony’s idea, don’t ask. If you got up here on your own I assume he made the girls downstairs give you an identification implant. That is basically your entrance for everything here. Kind of an Avengers thing.” You nodded and him wiggling his fingers like a spell. Placing your hand on the door like he told you activated F.R.I.D.A.Y.

Recognized: Y/N. Access and ownership granted.

  The metal frame slid open and you found yourself standing before a big room. It was nicely furnished. The desk was big enough for you to work on it and have everything around. Bookshelves empty and ready to be used on your left and a large bed on your right flush against the wall. The window was once more its own wall right in front of you standing behind the desk. The bathroom door was opening a space before the shelf the same color as the paint in the common room.

“I will let you set up. If you need anything F.R.I.D.A.Y. is always here. The room is interactive, you can ask exactly what works under the interface’s control. The door is one.Take your time.”he was on his way out “Would you like some coffee or tea?”

“I would like some tea, thank you very much.” Bruce flashed you a smile “F.R.I.D.A.Y. the door please.”

Door closed 

  Done as said and requested, clicking behind you. 

Would you like an extensive list of my functions as an assistant?

“Please do.”

[g0ldengubler]

chapter 6~life is a “high” way

(*i do not own this gif*)

A/N: this chapter is honestly one of personal favs because we get to see more of spencer feeling more confident in himself in a way while still being him and it’s just aaaaa :’) tomorrow you will get chapter 7 but then after that, expect chapters to come out a bit slower, including requests (which i am working on currently and thank you so much for sending them my way!). lots of my focus needs to be on my personal life but writing helps me get through all of that hell, so i’m in a very wishy washy position lol. thank you so much for the love on nauseous i love uuuuuu

Category: fluff w smut at the end

CW: road head, d/s dynamic, daddy kink

Word Count: 3282

before you read | last chapter | next chapter (coming soon!*)

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Spencer parks in front of your apartment building and stays in his seat as you get out. You both had decided that packing up right away and not going to lunch was better. That way, you can learn more about each other on the way there. You couldn't wait to get inside that smarty-pants brain of his and find out what's really going on in there.

You shut the car door and start walking, but stop when you don't hear his footsteps behind you. When you walk back to the car, you see Spencer sticking his battery in the cigarette lighter to charge.

"You're more than welcome to come in, y'know." You chuckled.

Spencer looks up at you, licking his lips as he moves some of his hair behind his ear. "It's ok, I don't want to bother."

"You won't be a bother. I've been to yours, now you can come into mine."

"Oh, so that's how that works huh? You have to go into the guys apartment before the guy goes to yours?" Spencer said sarcastically.

"You know what I mean!" You pull open the car and grab his hand, "C'mon, Spence. You'll be fine!"

He giggles under his breath and comes out of the car. After locking it, the two of you head inside and up the elevator to the 4th floor. Once at your door, you unlock it and open up to 4 paws jumping onto you. You hear Spencer gasp in surprise and giggle at his reaction, making it seem like you were giggling at your two buddies. Sitting on your old couch was your next door neighbor, Seth, who was watching Pose on the tv.

"Thank you again for watching the boys while I was gone. I really owe you big time for doing this." you say as you get up from the floor.

Seth gets off of the couch and walks up to you to give you a hug. "Anytime! If anything, they can stay at my place when you go on a case-" He stops and looks over at Spencer, standing awkwardly by the door still and letting the dogs sniff him, "Although, it seems like this new case was a success."

"Shut up, Seth!" You giggle, lightly slapping him on the arm. Realizing you forgot your manners, you quickly try to take it back. "Seth, meet Dr.Spencer Reid. Doc, meet my neighbor, Seth."

Seth reached his hand out to shake, but Spencer politely denies. "Sorry, I-I don't shake hands. It's actually been proven that it's safer to kiss." You catch Seth's eyes looking him up and down. "Seth stop teasing him like that!" You laugh. Spencer wasn't into guys, but somehow Seth looking at him made you a little jealous. You're not even dating the man, y/n shut up, you think to yourself.

"You and I will talk later." He says.

"Oh, Spence! These are my babies. The scottie is Benedict and the husky is Draco."

The room went silent for a moment, Spencer trying to hold in a chuckle. "Yes, I did name them after Benedict Cumberbatch and Draco Malfoy. I've had them picked out since I was a teenager, don't judge."

"Oh c'mon hun," said Seth, "it's adorable that you named them the way you did."

"It is," Spencer spoke, "I didn't depict you as a nerd."

"Oh my god, you kidding? She's probably the biggest nerd I've ever met with all her Sherlock and other crime shows, Harry Potter, Doctor Wh-"

"Ok, I think he gets it Seth!" You cut him off. That was enough embarrassment for today.

"I will say, Benedict or Tom Felton could always come my way."

You slap him on the arm again laughing. You look back at Spencer, who was awkwardly chuckling along with. You then announce that you were going to get in the shower. "Seth, can you take them for a few more nights? We're going up to my dad's cabin back home for the weekend. Also, when I get out and do my makeup, you promised me that you would tell me how your date went last night with 'Mr.Perfect' as you said it."

"Bitch I have ALLLLLL the tea that I'm not missing on spilling!"

"Good. Now you two get along. And Spence," He looks up at you, his hazel eyes looking into you...

"Don't miss me too much, hm?"

Then you walked into your bathroom, trying to wrap your brain on the fact that you just said that to him.

                           ~Spencer's POV~ I can't believe she said that.

She left me here a little turned on. I could start feeling my pants getting tight and had to put my bag over myself as I sat on the couch so then I wouldn't embarrass myself in front of Seth. I looked around her apartment to distract myself of thoughts of being in the shower with her. She had a very interesting aesthetic. Walls white with old picture frames that had beautifully taken old photos in them. The lamps that were in the living room looked like they were from the 70's, old gold coating chipped off at some parts of the stand. While there was a vintage look to her place, it was also very modern at the same time, a minimalistic look took over her kitchen. She had a fake vine hanging from the wall behind her tv, some of it covering her maroon record player. In some ways, our aesthetics were similar. If she had a bookcase in here, I'd feel like I was at my place.

Seth and I began to get to know each other. I came to find out that Seth worked as a bartender at a club, and he enjoyed taking photos for his social media. "I would love to be a photographer," he said, "but right now it's just a hobby that I do mostly during the colder months." He says cold, cloudy days (especially if it's raining) were the best times to take photos, in his opinion.

"So," he says, "you work with y/n at the BAU?"

"Yeah, we've really become good friends in the past 9 days. It's like we've known each other for years. Plus, she's great out on the field. She's definitely someone myself and the rest of the team will never take for granted."

"Thank god," Seth said as I heard the water turn off, "She told me that it was her dream to be a part of the BAU. She would never stop talking about it when she was in college."

"Hm, she never mentioned that to me."

"Well, let her tell you on your way to the cabin. She'll love it."

After a little bit more conversation, y/n came back to the living room. Her hair was damp, not fully wet but not dry either. She had thrown on a white turtle neck shirt with a brown sweater vest over it. She matched it with darker brown corduroy pants, cuffing the bottoms. In her hands was what looked like to be her makeup bag. She sat down in front of the mirror that was in the corner on the left side of the tv (when you look at the tv), beginning the process.

Seth and y/n talk about his date from last night and got pretty detailed about it. He talked about how the man took him to a gay bar that was a few blocks from here, and how they danced and drank the night away. "Oh and then get this," says Seth, "we're pretty drunk at this point, right? Well at one point, the local queen that performed came up to me and tried to flirt and shit, thinking she was all that and a bag of lashes, and he saw how uncomfortable I was and stood up for me. And let me tell you, he was REA-DY to throw hands!"

"Stooooop he's literally a keeper!" y/n says.

Once she was done with her makeup, she gets up and goes back to her room, coming back out with her luggage. She goes over to the door to grab a pair of Vans and comes back to tell Seth and her children goodbye.

"I'll be back in a few days. Thanks again, Seth. I really-"

"Owe me one, I know I know!" Seth cuts her off, "Now go have some fun and relax, you need to after working so damn hard for this job!" He turns to me and waves. "And it was very nice meeting you, Doctor."

"It was nice to meet you, too! But please, you can just call me Spencer."

Seth smiles as we walk out the door. What this trip will bring? For once, I'm letting fate take the lead instead of science.

~Y'N's POV~ It had been about a few hours of being on the road. At this point, you were somewhere in Pennsylvania, but not sure if you were close enough to Philly to grab a cheesesteak. You think back to the start of the drive. You suggested that you'd be the dj because your library on spotify had a full range of genres with some songs you had no clue were in there. "It'd be a fun little journey!" You told Spencer. And that it was, a journey.

You ended up driving right by a dispensary before even leaving DC. Garcia told you that that's where she gets her stuff, but knowing that bringing a lot of weed across the country wouldn't be a fun trip, you two decided to go with the original plan and just wait till you get to Michigan.

You could tell Spencer was getting a kick out of your music library. While majority of the songs he didn't know, he was still being goofy and jamming out along with you, trying to match the same energy you were having. The songs that talked about sex, drugs, and/or alcohol surprised him every time, his jaw dropping or his eyes bulging out of his head as he listened to the lyrics. You couldn't help yourself but laugh at his reactions, which would make him laugh along with you.

You two weren't alone, however. You were pretty much sucking down on the carts you still had, although you both made a deal that whoever was driving could only get a little high if they wanted to, drinking plenty of water and eating snacks to sober you up a bit if needed.

Driving through Pennsylvania, you look out the window and onto the scenery around you. You weren't paying attention, however, because you couldn't stop the dirty thoughts that intruded your mind. You couldn't help to think about giving him head, since you hadn't done it yet because both times he gave you all the pleasure. You couldn't wait to get to the cabin and go straight to your knees for him. Suddenly, you tried to get them out of your head. 'You're getting way too excited, y/n. STOP IT!' you thought to yourself.

You decided to just feel everything around you, taking a few more hits from your pen before taking it in. Nineteen by Movements was playing; it was like you could feel the song itself and everything about it as you looked up at the very tall street lamps passing by. Nothing felt better than this moment. Just you and Spencer out on the open road. It felt like nothing could stop you two. You felt free, but you also felt safe and complete, something you haven't felt in a long time.

At one point, you couldn't take it anymore. It was 2:30am and Spencer was still driving. He told you to get some sleep but you weren't sleepy or tired at all. You tried to feel free but when you did, you thought of Spencer, which led to dirty thoughts. It was like you couldn't escape it, and every time the thoughts came, you couldn't help but secretly rub your thighs together for some kind of friction.

As you tried to get the thoughts out of your head, you look over to see a nice little surprise. The passing lights outside helping you see, you noticed the bulge in Spencer's pants. How in the hell would he be getting hard now of all times? Were dirty thoughts intruding his mind, too? Seeing that made you even more wet than you already were. This was your chance.

You look out to the open road in front of you, and gently graced your fingers across his bulge. You look out the corner of your eye...nothing. Not even a flinch. 'Playing hard to get, hm?' You thought to yourself. So you did it again, which made him shift in his seat a little, still pretending he didn't notice anything. Finally, with some kind of courage that you never knew you had, you grabbed his cock through his pants and slowly started to stroke it. His eyes came out of his head, letting out a small gasp.

"You know I'm driving, right?" He asked, "We could crash if I'm paying attention more to this and not on the road."

You give him a smirk, "It's almost 3am," you begin to say, but then you notice that you're the only car on the road, "and no one else is on the road right now."

You start to undo his belt with your one hand. "You pleasured me twice already," you continue, your hand successfully undoing the belt and undoing the zipper on his pants, reaching inside to pull out his already, fully hard cock, "I need to show my thanks somehow, don't I?"

Spencer shifts in his seat, keeping his eyes out on the road. You were kind of hoping he was looking for somewhere to pull over, but you wouldn't mind doing it as he drove. "You...you already did...b-by inviting me to your dad's cabin."

You stopped stroking and he almost let out a whimper. "I saw that bulge in your pants just a few minutes ago, are you suuuurree you don't want to...daddy?"

Just hearing the word 'daddy' made him grab your hair tightly. You smiled as you shifted your position in your seat to go down on him. When you were ready, Spencer stopped at a red light and pulled your face close to his, lips almost ghosting each other.

"You better make daddy feel good then, since you're being such a fucking brat right now." He whispered as you continued to slowly stroke him again.

You couldn't even react to what he said because once the light turned green, he guided your head down to his cock before letting the tightness on your head go and letting his hand rest on top. You decided to egg on your bratty-ness by teasing the tip, giving him kitty licks at first and then slowly just running your tongue in it, licking up the pre cum.

Spencer tightens his grip again, making you whimper. "I'm not sure doing that is a good idea, angel. Do you want to get punished once we're there?"

You shook your head no, but the thought of him punishing you made you feel yourself drip between your thighs.

Spencer moves his grip from your hair and slaps your ass with a huge SMACK, which made you moan loudly.  "You have to use your words, angel. Unless you want to be a little slut tonight."

You look up at him to see his eyes were still on the road. You smirk as you pump him a few times before taking his head in your mouth. You bob up and down slowly, hearing him grunt and curse under his breath. You step it up by going down a little lower, each time going back up and then going lower until you had all of him in your mouth. You stayed like that for a few moments, gagging on it.

"Oh fuuuck that's it...that's it baby, take my cock in your mouth, just like that." He says before pulling you off to let you breathe. He's quiet for a moment before he says, "Now I'm going to guide you, angel. You're gonna make daddy feel more good than he already was, got it?"

"Yes, daddy." you answer, knowing that he wanted to hear you say again.

He pushes your head back on his cock, moving you head faster than before. He couldn't get enough it, making you gag every so often and pulling you back up. Spencer's cock twitched in your mouth and you knew he was close. He controls your head faster, his rhythm getting sloppy.

"You want me to cum in that pretty mouth of yours, angel? You want daddy's cum?" He growled, trying not to thrust into your mouth as he continues to drive.

"Mhmm!" You moan, which almost made him go over the edge.

"Keep doing that for daddy, moan for me. God, I bet you just love having my cock in your mouth, but I'm sure you're just desperate for my cum."

You moan again. That you were. You wanted his cum so bad in your mouth so you could taste him; taste how good you made him feel.

"Don't...fuck...don't stop doing that, angel...that's it...fuck I'm gonna cum..."

And with that, you feel his cum shoot inside your mouth, letting out moans and cursing. You slowly continued to suck him, getting every last drop. When you did, you move up to face Spencer as he pulled over, showing his cum in your mouth at first and then closing your mouth to swallow and open back up to show him it was gone. The look in his eyes told you that that was the hottest thing he's ever seen.

Spencer pulls you in surprisingly and attacks your lips with his, as if he was hungry for them. He was almost eating your face but you didn't care, you kissed him back and let your tongues play with one another. You both pull away after a bit and he just looks into your eyes. You look into his hazel eyes and felt complete.

"Now, will you stop being a brat and get some sleep?" He asks.

You giggle as you quickly look at the time in the car radio. "It's 3:15," you said, "it's my turn to drive."

"But now you're all tired from pleasing daddy," he jokes, "so you get some sleep, and I'll drive. I really don't mind it. Honest."

"Are you sure?"

Spencer nods his head. You decided to give in and get comfy in your seat.

"Goodnight, Spence." You say as you move the top part of the seat all the way back. You grabbed your traveling pillow and placed it on top of your right arm, laying your head as you turned your body to face away from him.

"Goodnight, angel."

[sketch--booked]

It's 6am, I just woke up from another dream--

--about Echo returning.

And it's another island adventure dream but FAR MORE OOOHHH OKAY THAN OWWIE OH NO. It had the same energy as Nya trying to figure out who Samurai X was. And Echo was not a villain this time.

Actually the dream had the S14 guy as the villain, the one with the mask, spoilers.

It started with a fight between masked man, who's name I neglect to remember, and the ninja. They barely even get a chance to fight him before someone in a hodded cape swoops in and kicks him clean off his thone/podeum. They guy lands poorly and his leg gets messed up but continues fighting while the ninja just s t a r e at them.

The ninja only make a real reaction when they see the mystery man use the element of wind, and they're all utterly bewildered.

The mystery man can't hold them all off and is knocked far into the forest, presumably dead considering how far he went, and the rest of the ninja are separated into groups (Kai and Cole, Nya and Zane, Jay and Lloyd with Wu and Misako).

It followed Kai and Cole mostly, just discussing the possibility of two elemental masters of wind (they recalled Krux and Acronix) and that this guy could be dangerous. While they're talking, they bump into the motionless body of that cloaked person and Kai literally nearly pukes. Cole manages to get close to the guy and with prompting from Kai, pulls back the hood to see, not a man, but a nindroid! And a nindroid that looked eerily like Zane.

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That's when it cut to Lloyd and Jay, they're talking with Wu and Misako about the mystery man, and this is where Wu info dumps that, after an elemental master passes without any heirs, the elements will take an unknown amount of time to present itself in a new host. It depends on that persons destiny and whether or not they're fit to use it and yada yada.

Lloyd understands that this would mean morro would no longer be the elemental master of wind, since after the DotD, he legit died and is gone for good. Which resulted in the element passing on. Wu comments that this is the fastest he'd seen an element passing on and presenting itself, and says that whoever this person is, must have been picked for a very good reason.

Jay then starts making a ridiculous list of people that he thinks could be the new master of wind, despite Wu telling him the probability of Jay knowing this master, is near impossible (Jay gets a kick outta this r e a l soon).

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Then we hop back to Cole and Kai, who are freaking out over the rusty version of their friend who somehow has elemental powers too??

Kai says they should leave him here, saying it could be an evil nindroid, since they were also based off of Zane's prints. Cole argues and says they should take him back for questioning, and that Cole would be very happy to carry him.

While they're arguing, the fake Zane starts to wake up, and in a comedic way, screams at Cole and Kai, who in turn also start screaming. The mystery nindroid awkwardly chuckles and remarks that this was not particularly how he wanted to introduce himself, but anything works...

Kai and Cole begin questioning him and he answers their questions, starting with his name, telling them his name was Zane, but upon seeing their reactions, he says they can call him Echo.

Echo tells them they need to get into shelter, since at night, the island becomes unbearable and deadly. Kai and Cole reluctantly follow, continuing to ask questions while the three of them walk away, Echo limping from his earlier fight.

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"Why are you on a random island?" Kai asked

"My raft washed up in a lightning storm." Echo replied.

"So did Julien build you too?" Cole continued.

"Yes, I would reluctantly say he is, in essence, my Father"

"Reluctantly?"

Echo did not answer.

Cole broke the silence "Where did you come from?"

"There is a lighthouse, in the-"

"-middle of the ocean between ninjago and the dark islands. You were there?" Kai interrupts.

"You know of the lighthouse? You were there?" Echo wondered "How come you did not know of my presence?"

"Your father never said anything, neither did Zane." Cole answered his question, giving the earth ninja even more of his own.

"Oh, no. My brother would not know of me, I was built in the lighthouse, not--wherever he was built" Echo confirmed "How did you get past the leviathan?"

"Zane swam to the chains and broke them with those star thingys" kai shivered, recalling those star shaped demons--

"Oh, you mean the Starteeth!" Echo begins laughing lightly "You know, one time, a bunch of them washed up and ate through the window in the basement. The basement was flodded and made me all rusty. I couldn't move for a week!" He walked slightly ahead while laughing hard.

He suddenly stopped laughing and looked serious "Looking back on it now, it was probably not funny."

Kai and Cole shared a look before Cole jumped up, realising something, and whispered close to Kai.

"Hold on a second, we completely forgot about his powers!"

"Oohhh, you're right! Hold on, I'll ask 'em."

Cole was going to pull him back to explain how shouldn't just--ask--but Kai had already begun running to catch up.

"So how did you end up an elemental master?"

"An ele-mento-who-what?" Echo fumbled his words.

"An elemental master? Y'know, with the crazy wind powers."

Cole was ready to punch Kai out, the man couldn't be subtle to save his life, which it just might right now.

"Oh! Honestly, Red, I have no idea." Echo had called Kai, Red, as the other two masters had not given their names. "I just remember the lighthouse getting nearly blown into the sea after weeks of strong winds. I had not realised the strong winds were the cause of my emotions. It was--new and scary. Gizmo was there to help me."

"The little cleaning robot? You brought that little guy with you too?" Cole caught up with Kai and the second wind master.

"Of course, he is my only friend! I would not abandon him the way I was. That is too cruel of a punishment for any being, organic or metallic." Echo yelled, a breeze shook the trees. Cole stayed quiet, but silently apologised to the nindroid.

Their questions were ended as they came across a half-cave-half-hut-like shelter. Where the settled and only prayed for their respective brothers.

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There was a lot more small talk in the dream but I cut it down to the funnier and more important parts.

The next bits of the dream is fuzzy, but I know it revolves around the ninja reuniting and accepting the mystery person into their group while they defeat the evil and escape the island.

Kai and Cole agree to Echo's pleas to not tell Zane for the time being, as he doesn't want Zane to see his brother for the first time looking like--how he looks.

Each of them get some interactions with Echo, with his identity hidden, remaining mute as to not throw them off with his voice. He even has an interaction with Zane where Zane politely asks Echo not to keep staring at him, as he's been doing that since they came together. Zane pegs his curiosity to "he's never seen a nindroid before" and Echo confirms that for him. (unknowing the truuuuth aaaaa)

I'll write Jay's interaction with Echo another time maybe, and how he figures it out, since hoooo boy it hurt. Echo didn't remember Skybound so Jay's just mentally torturing himself for the rest of the journey.

The ninja that find out its Echo is Nya, Jay, Cole and Kai.

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I'm gonna jump to the end, because my dream also jumped to the end? Rip. But the end what what gave me the Nya and new Samurai X vibes, but less fighting and more chill chat.

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He was on a real boat. Not a makeshift raft constructed out of his father's old bed, table, chairs and shelves, not pushed forward by his newly explained "elemental powers". A real boat, one that would take him away from tiny islands that kept him prisoner, away from the existential dread of loneliness. He'd be free. Free from fearing his last day would be solitary and sad. In one day alone, he'd made a literal boat load of friends. They wouldn't abandon him, not as his father once did.

He was happy, he felt really, truly happy. But he didn't smile. Yes he had friends, but what he wanted more than anything else, was his brother. He was right here on the boat, but Echo's own worries about how his brother would perceive him, how his brother would react to seeing him in such a state (Upon first meeting too! Talk about first impressions), persuaded him to otherwise say nothing.

Deep down, Echo knew he had nothing to fear, he'd heard stories from his father, before he'd locked him away, about Zane and about what it was like--just the two of them. Happy. And from what Echo had seen, Zane was more that strong. Not just physically, nindroid and all, but mentally and emotionally. Echo only wished he had that confidence, the ability to say nothing but be so loud at the same time.

It would make talking to him a lot easier, if he had to say so himself.

Echo, however, had his thoughts interrupted by the sound of footsteps he hadn't even registered, and a soft, yet firm, hand on his shoulder. He tensed just slightly, preparing himself to pull his hood down further.

"It's nice, is it not?" That voice, it was Echo's voice. No, Echo had his voice. His brother was standing right next to him. So close and yet so far, just one swipe of his hood would bring them together, finally. But he resigned himself to simply nod in response. He hadn't come this far to give up now.

A comfortable silence covered the two like a thin layer of snow, fitting considering who was standing next to him. It would almost make him laugh.

"You fought well, out there," Zane started, Echo had thought he was done and nodded again, a small smile forming on his face. Zane may not have known who he was complimenting, but Echo took every moment of it with pride. But then his world span at Zane's continuation.

"For a nindroid."

Zane looked down with a small smirk. Like he'd told the best joke in history. Echo tightened his grip on the wooden railing of the bounty, crushing the paint under his permanently short nails. Zane must've noticed, but didn't say anything. Either in respect for his privacy or because he wanted to hear the confession himself.

In Echo's mind, he was obviously panicking. He didn't want his brother, someone who he'd heard stories from his father, the bot he was built off of, his singular role-model, to find out who he was, like this?

Despite the fear in his ticking heart, he did something probably really stupid and something that would likely result in his downfall. He thanked him.

"Thank you... How- how did you know?" Though, he lowered the pitch oh his voice. It would not be difficult for Zane, or anyone really, to rase the pitch and find out who he was, it still calmed him down just a bit.

"A nindroid knows a nindroid. A brother knows a brother."

Oh I'm f*ucked...

There was only panic, in his systems. The ticking of his clockwork had never sounded louder in his ears. It'd drowned out the sounds of water, the automatic breathing he for some reason had, the cracking of wood underneath his palms was the only sign that ticking was not the lone sound in the world.

He fell out of his anxious trance when the hand left his shoulder and those footsteps came back. No. They were moving away. Echo looked back, moving his fingers to clutch his hood tight against the unintentional winds that now followed him and his emotions. He could see Zane walking towards the steps of the bounty, but halted at the top of them, his hand instead lazily laying on the banister.

"Don't worry, I won't tell them-" He called, just loud enough for Echo to hear over the breeze.

-about what? That he knows who I am? That he'd practically lied to them? That he knew everything all along, because of course he knew, this was Zane, how could he not know, he-

"-Cryptor."

Echo ceased all thoughts from his head. Cryptor? What was that? Was that some kind of fruit? Or a vegetable?

Echo turned his body in the direction of his brother to ask him or at least say goodbye, but he was gone. He'd walked off and down the stairs. Leaving behind not so much as a sheet of frost.

The clockwork child stayed standing there, pure surprise, fear, relief, confusion--actually a lof of emotions he didn't know how to process--flooding his brain. If it weren't for the distant voice of Nya yelling about the sudden gusts of wind changing their direction, he would likely not have moved from that position until they landed.

Cryptor. He thought, it must be a nickname. There was no way he couldn't have figured out Echo was his sibling. He'd said, "a brother knows a brother", they didn't have any other siblings. Right? No. It was just them, just the two of them. The only two nindroids in Ninjago.

His father had said so himself. Although, his father had also buried him under scrap metal and kept him hidden from his family.

Anything could be truth now.

Although Zane had left, and there was no one to hear him, he still felt it necessary to acknowledge what happened. Quietly and sadly, he spoke with a smile.

"Good guess, brother."

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SO Uhh I'm gonna assume this was because i watched DotD last night,,, and so both Cryptor, and Morro were on my brain hense wind and Cryptor calling Zane "brother", but I always have Echo on the brain man,,, so uhh. Echo for the new master of wind? Anyone? I think it's cute,,,

I probably missed something, other than writing Jay and Echo's interaction, Jay was so sad throughout the rest of the dream, man. And Echo didn't even know why, it was heartbreaking---but it was also a dream and like all my dreams, they never get made into real things.

But I did like the Zane and Echo bit at the end though. There was a second ending, but it relied on the reveal of echo to the audience at the e n d of the dream. Zane still says Cryptor and Echo turns with the camera getting close to him. And as he turns his head to the camera, you see its Echo and then he says "good guess, brother" BUT NGL I THINK IT HURS MORE WHEN WE KNOW FROM THE BEGINNING SOOO.

My dreams are whack dudes,,,

Also this took nearly 3 hours to write its actually 8:50 now Soooo ilya

[sherrybaby14]

Fall That Way

Characters:  Geralt x Reader x Jaskier

Warnings:  Threesome, smut, Alcohol

Words: 4K

Summary:  You find yourself under the care of The Witcher and his Bard.

           The sun beat down hard on your back.  You wiped the thin line of sweat off your forehead as you tended to your garden.  

           It was tempting to go inside and cool down until the sun wasn’t at it’s highest, but your cottage provided self-sufficiency and that meant a time and a place for everything.  Right now it was ensuring you had enough to eat for the winter.  

           “EEEEEEEE!”  A shriek echoed across the trees.   It was loud enough you brought your hands to your ears, pressing down to drown it out.

           When the screaming died you turned to the forest.  There shouldn’t be another soul for some distance.  You’d lived here for two years and rarely saw any people.  

           “AAAAA!”  The scream sounded again.  

           You glanced around, as if there would be someone magically appearing to tell you what this was, what you should do.  Go inside the house and hide?  What if someone was hurt?  Was the noise even human?  What if it was an animal?

           The idea of a poor animal in pain made you drop your gardening tools and head out of the gate.  You checked your skirt and felt for your knife.  If the thing was too far gone you knew you’d have to put it out of it’s misery.

           Branches scratched at your face as you went into the woods.  You were not worried about getting lost as you went off the path and into the thick, more familiar with these trees than any city streets.  

           The noise grew louder, and you clutched your knife, hoping you would be able to nurse the poor thing back to health.  

           Branches rustled ahead and you knew you were getting close.  The sun no longer felt warm, the canopy blocking the rays. A large tree was in front of you, you were certain the noise was on the other side.  

           You stepped forward when a sickening sound filled the air.  Your breath caught in your throat as you gasped.  A slicing sound came again, and you put your hands to your stomach.  

           The large tree fell forward, cut down.  You looked at the forest floor and realized it wasn’t a tree at all.  It was some sort of animal.  Your eyes went back up to see a man standing there with crazed yellow eyes and white hair.

           “A witcher?”  You saw the shock and concern on his face.  “Why?”

           Then you lifted your hands from your stomach and saw the red.  Blood?  Your blood?  You locked eyes with him, not understanding as the world started to spin and you fell to the ground.

~~

           “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”  Geralt ran as fast as he could to Roach, holding the bleeding woman in his arms.  

           He wasted no time hoping on the horse and cradling her, urging the animal into action.  What was she doing out there?  She let out a groan against his chest.  Still alive.  He intended to keep it that way.  

           The nearest camp was a ten-minute ride.  They were a temporary establishment, the ones who told him of the monster in the woods.  There was a doctor there.  

           Time seemed to freeze as Geralt raced through the woods.  He did his best to put pressure on the wound, but the warmth in his lap told him she was losing a lot of blood.  He would make it in time.  He had to.  

           Her breathing was shallow when he slowed Roach, arriving at the camp.

           “Is there a medic?”  Geralt held the woman to his chest as he walked among the tents.  “MEDIC!”

           A young man came out, his smile dropping when he saw the woman.  

           “Bring her here.”  He waved.  “What happened?”

           “She was behind the Enkimara.  I didn’t see her.  My sword went through.”  Geralt set her down on the cot.  

           “This is Y/N.”  The Doctor opened her eyes.  “She is something of a legend around here.  Poor thing.  Go get fresh water and bandages.”

           The Doctor ripped at her dress, exposing the bloody skin.

           “Will she live?” Geralt looked at the wound.

           “Not without fresh water and bandages.”  The medic went for some of his supplies.

           Geralt let out a grunt and left the tent.  He grabbed a barrel and headed to the river.  His conscious couldn’t handle another innocent death by his sword.

~~

           “I suppose you can add nurse to your titles now.”  The Doctor washed his hands.  

           “She will live?” Geralt didn’t take his eyes off the woman.  

           Her chest rose and fell with even breath, but her eyes didn’t open.  

           “Yes.”  The Doctor grabbed two bottles.  “Apply this to the wound and change the bandages twice daily.  She should wake in a few days.  See that she takes some of this one three times daily until it runs out.”

           “I am not responsible for her.”  Geralt held his hands up.  “I am moving on.”

           “When you stabbed her, you became responsible.”  The Doctor took Geralt’s wrist and put the medicines in his palm.  “She can’t stay here.  We’re leaving now that the monster that was trailing us in slain.”

           “You led that monster into her woods.” Geralt’s eyes flashed. “You hired me; you bear some responsibility for the girl!”

           “By saving her life my debt is paid.”  The Doctor shook his head.

           “You said she is a legend.  Does she have family I can take her to?”  Geralt’s eyes went back to the girl.

           “The legend is that her family was slaughtered by wolves and she was the soul survivor.  Lives in isolation by choice, the beauty of the woods.”  The Doctor rose an eyebrow.  “Suiting she was stabbed by the white wolf, maybe beasts are her lot in life.”  

           Geralt glared at the Doctor.  

           “For a moment there it looked like you’re going to show some emotion.  If I didn’t know any better, I would think you cared.”  He smiled before turning around.  “We leave at sun-up.  If she is still here, this is where she will stay. Alone.”  

           The white wolf.  Geralt hated that nickname, but Jaskier’s tune set it in stone for him.  Jaskier.  

           “I’ll be back for her.”  Geralt left the tent, knowing the perfect person to play nurse to the girl.  

~~

           The pain in your stomach made you wince and groan as you turned to your side.   Your lids were heavy, but you tried to open them.  

           “Oh!” A voice made you try harder.  “You’re awake! Here. Drink this.”

           Another person?  Why was a person here?  A hand went behind your head and lifted the glass to your lips.  Through a haze you saw a man, dark hair.  Why?  

           “That’s good.  Swallow it down.”  His voice was reassuring in a strange way.  “Rest now.  You’ve had quite the ordeal.”

           “Who…”  The word came out as a gurgle when unconsciousness came back.  

~~

           Visions of a white-haired man, the slicing sound, the evil screams plagued your mind.  Each time you came to the brunette was there to comfort you, offer you a drink before you fell back asleep.  You didn’t know who he was and no longer cared because he felt more and more like comfort.  

~~

           A pain in your stomach woke you.  This time it wasn’t the shooting stabs.  It was hunger.  Your eyes opened easier and you looked around your bedroom as you sat up, moving slowly.

           “Water?”  The bed dipped as the man sat down, holding a cup to your lips.  

           You took the glass and narrowed your eyes at him as you leaned against the headboard.

           “Looking much better today Beauty.”  He smiled.  “Getting your strength back.”

           “Who are you?”  You ignored the word Beauty.  “Why are you here?  What happened?”

           “I am Jaskier.  I am here to take care of you.  Geralt of Rivia accidentally stabbed you in the gut.”  He shrugged.  “Does that answer your questions?”

           “A Witcher stabbed me?”  You pressed down on your stomach, feeling the bandage.

           “On accident.”  Jaskier scratched his head.  “He was hunting an Enkimara.  Terrible things.  You took the tip of his sword and he rushed you to a doctor.  Doctor said you were not to be left alone until you were healed.  Geralt entrusted your care to myself, since you have no kin.”  

           “A stranger taking care of me in my own home after I was stabbed on my own land?” You shut your eyes in disbelief.  “Wait, how did…”

           “Geralt is a tracker.  He found your house.”  Jaskier seemed to read your mind.  “No rest for a Witcher.  The world needs him.  So, again, name is Jaskier.  At your service.”

           Your stomach let out a growl and you winced.  

           “Ready for food? You’ve been asleep for five days.” He stood up.  “I took the liberty of baking some bread and making some applesauce from your apple stash.  I hope you don’t mind.”

           “Five days? I can’t stay in bed.”  You started to turn your legs.  

           “You must.”  Jaskier touched your knee and moved your body.  “I have been tending to you and your homestead.  The animals are fed, the garden immaculate, the chores up to snuff.”

           “You don’t understand.”  You stared at his hand, trying to remember the last time you felt another person’s touch.  “I have to prepare for the winter months or I will starve.”  

           “I am on top of it.  Monitoring and preserving the foods. The beauty of the woods.”  Jaskier smiled.  “Did you know they tell stories about you?  I know I look a sophisticated gentleman, but as I said before, all has been tended to.  Relax, let your wounds heal.  Do not leave the bed.  Orders from nurse Jask.”  

           “Stories about me?”  You watched him walk out of your bedroom.

           What story would there be to tell?  That you liked privacy?  That you inherited this place from your aunt?  That you were broke and needed to live off the land?  

           “Your family was slaughtered by wolves.”  Jaskier came back with a plate of bread and applesauce.  “You’re a murderess hiding out from the law.  You’re a banshee, haunting the woods.  And my personal favorite a good ole fashioned forest nymph, seducing men to their death.”  

           “I am afraid the truth is far less fanciful.”  You rolled your eyes and pressed your lips. “Inherited this place from a distant relative,  never knew my father, my mother died but not from a wolf and I don’t have any money so I don’t go into town.”

           “You’re broke?”  Jaskier looked disappointed.  “That’s not much of a tale.”  

             “I know.”  You picked up the bread.  “I really need to lure richer men.  That way when they die I can rob them too.”  

           The smile of Jaskier’s face dropped and he looked around the room, searching for confirmation.  A giggle left your throat and you covered your lips.  

           “When your best friend is a Witcher you believe threats of the supernatural.”  Jaskier pointed a finger at you.  

           Your giggle turned into a cough and you dropped the bread and shut your eyes, putting pressure on the pain in your stomach.  The stab wound feeling like fire.

           “Hey.”  Jaskier’s hands were on your shoulder, guiding you back into a sleeping position.  “You are in good hands.  Try to rest.”  

           A wave of exhaustion came over you as you nodded your head.  

           “Thank you.”  You drifted off to sleep before you heard a response.

~~

            You walked into the kitchen, still limping on the side with the wound.  You were doubting your ability to ever stand up straight.  

           “Today was a good one.”  Jaskier was right behind you, trying not to help.  “Walked around the property three whole times.”  

           “You don’t have to stay with me.”  You sat down at the table. “I am sure you have a life to return to.  It’s been at least a month.”

           “I made a promise to look after you until you were well.”  Jaskier grabbed the pitcher and poured some water.  “Don’t make me a liar.”  

           “I am well.” You gave a smile as you took a sip.  “Or as well as well can be.”

           “Maybe there’s more worth staying for.”  Jaskier fiddled his thumbs as he sat in the chair next to you.

           “Winter will set in soon.  There will be lots of snow and it will be difficult to return to town.”  You didn’t want to trap him here.  “Aren’t you a traveling Bard?  This is not the life for you.”

           Jaskier nodded.  He would leave some day.  There was no future with the two of you.  Both of you were too aware.  

           “I get to sing to you every night.”  Jaskier smiled.  “Do you miss the quiet?”  

           “What will you sing me tonight?”  Your attraction to the man was growing, but this situation was temporary and you had no intentions of having your heart broken.  Besides, he was a friend.  That was all.  

           “A ballad about a beautiful woman who saved a lonely man.”  Jaskier dropped his chin.  

           “I think I would like to hear that one.”  You leaned closer to your friend, your heart beating faster as your brain yelled at you to lean away.  “Though a song about a lovely man caring for a lost woman sounds just as tempting.”

           “You know a lot about tempting.”  Jaskier reached out and cupped your cheek.  

           This was a bad idea.  You knew it was, but your heart craved the connection and you lowered your lips to meet his.

           Knock. Knock. Knock.  The sound made you jump and Jaskier’s hand fall as you looked to the door.  

           Equal parts of you wanted to hug and slap the person on the other side for ruining your moment.

~~

           When Geralt arrived in the nearest town he asked Jaskier’s whereabouts.  To his surprise nobody had seen him.  

           The girl from the forest must have been healed by now.  He expected a report from his friend, but with none he found himself on the steps of the cottage he had hoped never to return to.  

           It felt like eternity between his knock and the door opening.  When he saw the gorgeous face starring up at him his breath caught in his throat.  

           She blinked several times, looking at him like he was an illusion.  

           “Geralt.”  Jaskier appeared in the doorway behind the girl.  “It’s good to see you.”

           She looked down as Jaskier gave him a hug.  Geralt froze, locking eyes with the beauty.  He expected hatred in her eyes for what he had done, but there was more of hope.  

           “Not one for physical affection.”  Jaskier backed away.  “Right.  What are you doing here?”

           “I uhh came to check on you.”  Geralt was no longer sure which person he was speaking to.

           “Come in.”  She back up and opened the door.  “Please.”

           He walked into the small kitchen.  Two glasses of water on the table.  He placed his satchel down on a chair.  

           “I was just telling Jaskier that I feel much better.  Almost fine in fact.”  She gave a nervous laugh.  “Thank you, for seeing I was tended to.”

           “Apologies.”  Geralt couldn’t look at her.  “For placing you in a position needing tending.”

           “He means for stabbing you.”  Jaskier walked around.  “With his sword.”

           “Yes.”  She looked away from the Bard.  “Subtlety is not lost on you.”  

           Geralt felt for the woman, living with Jaskier for a month could take its toll.  

           “If you’re well, we can leave you be.”  Geralt narrowed his eyes at Jaskier. “Not wanting to overstay our welcome.”  

           “Nonsense.”  The girl pulled out a chair.  “The sun is setting.  Stay the night.  We can worry about the future in the morning.”  

           “Or Geralt can head back into town.”  Jaskier laughed. “I know how he hates free rooms and a roof over his head.  I am sure you have come from a victory.  Why not celebrate?”  

           “I killed a night wraith.”  Geralt reached into the satchel and pulled out a jug of wine.  “And I was hoping to celebrate.”  

           “I haven’t had wine in years.”  The girl’s eyes went wide.  “Perfect to take the edge off.”  

           “Yes, the edge.”  Jaskier glared at Geralt.  “Like the one he stabbed you with.”  

           “You are acting stranger than usual.”  Geralt was good at reading situations, but he was tired from fighting and traveling and not in the mood.  “Why?”

           Jaskier glanced at the woman and then back at him, nodding his head toward the door.  

           “Please, entertain us with your tales.”  She sat down with three glasses.  “I have never met a Witcher before.”

           “Geralt isn’t much of a talker.”  Jaskier sat down.  “In fact, I’m sure he would rather go to bed.”

           He looked between the two people.  Jaskier wanted him to leave and the woman wanted him to stay.  He’d put her through enough and hadn’t even met her.  

           “A Night Wraith is a curious creature…”

~~

           The Witcher talked and you asked questions, eager to keep him in the same room as you and Jaskier, not wanting to risk recreating the almost kiss.  

           Soon the singer gave up and joined the conversation, adding commentary to his friend’s stories.  A smile came to your face as you enjoy the exchange.  Whenever your nerves crept up you found yourself drinking more wine, the alcohol calming you down.

           “A gold dragon?” Jaskier scoffed. “I don’t believe it.”

           “They’re real.”  Geralt lifted his leg.  “I was surprised myself.”  

           Your eyes went to his leg.  What a leg it was.  Thick and powerful.  You pinched your thighs together, trying not to imagine riding him.  What a way to bury your feelings for Jaskier.  Fuck his friend.  

           How long had it been for you?  Too long.  

           “And you?”  Jaskier touched your shoulder.

           “What?” You jumped up and took another sip of wine.  

           “People have the wrong impression of you, much like they do Geralt.”  Jaskier leaned back.  “How does that make you feel?”

           “Alone.”  You gave a half smile.

           Geralt gave a grunt, approving.  

           “Did they tell you I killed Jaskier in the town?”  You locked eyes with the Witcher. “That I am some sort of woodland nymph and seduced him?”  

           “The suggestion was made.”  Geralt leaned forward.  “But I saw you, I made you bleed.  You’re no monster.”  

           “And someone incapable of emotions would have left me there to die.” You licked your lips, filled with liquid courage.  “You care.”  

           Jaskier cleared his throat and you turned to look at him.  There was jealousy on his face.  It was a look he wore well.  Fuck you were turned on, and a bit drunk.  

           A month of teasing, tempting, wanting.  You couldn’t take it any longer and jutted forward, grabbing Jaskier’s face.  You pressed your lips to his.  Soft, inviting, safe.  He pulled you into his lap and deepened the kiss, your tongues swirling together.  

           Geralt moved his chair out, the sound made you whip your head and look at the mountain of a man as he rose.  

           “I will leave you two.”  He blinked several times as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing.

           In the morning Jaskier would be gone.  What the two of you had was not love.  You knew that, so did he.  That was what had made taking this step so hard.  

           “No.” You stood up from Jaskier’s lap and held his hand as you rounded the table, your eyes glued to Geralt.  “Stay.  We all deserve some fun.”  

           You touched Geralt’s cheek.  His eyes showed the struggle he was feeling.  You didn’t want that.  You didn’t want any thinking so you did as you had with Jaskier and pressed your lips to his.  

           “Mrph.”  The Witcher’s kiss was hard.  Possessive.  You had to struggle to keep up as your lips parted together, his tongue dominating yours.  

           Jaskier’s hands were on your dress.  He tugged at the bindings until the strings were undone and pushed the fabric down your shoulders.  You dropped your arms and let him tug the thing away as you continued to kiss Geralt.  

           Your hands found the white haired man’s belt and you tugged open his fly.  

           “Mmm.”  He pulled away and touched your hands.  “This is not right.”  

           “Come now.”  You reached up and licked his ear as you stepped out of your dress.  “You already stabbed me once.  You can do it again.”  

           Jaskier chuckled as his hands ran up your sides.   You leaned back and wrapped an arm around his neck, tugging at the fabric.  

           Geralt’s eyes flashed at the sight of your naked figure and then his head ducked.   His mouth found your chest and you fell back against Jaskier, looking over your shoulder as the singer’s lips were on yours again.  

           You moaned into his mouth as the Witcher flicked your nipple into a hard pebble.  Sucking and teasing on the thing while you struggled with his pants.  You turned your head, stopping the kiss with Jaskier.

           The bard stripped behind you as you focused on Geralt’s pants.  The things were tight.  

           His teeth grazed your tender bud and your knees almost gave out.   He sucked hard before letting it fall from his mouth, a hunger on his face as he stood up and pulled his shirt over his head.  You groaned at the sight of his chest, like he was chizzled by the gods.

           “This is more than a strip tease.”  Jaskier spun you around.  

           Your hands ran over his taunt, lean body.  Different, but just as desirable.  He pushed his pants down and his hard cock hit your body.  You through your arms around his neck as you resumed kissing.  

           A hand cupped your pussy from behind and you arched your back, pressing yourself into the palm.  Geralt’s fingers slid down your slit until they arrived at your opening and he slid a finger inside with ease.

           You purred as you fell into Jaskier, rocking yourself against the Witcher.  It felt so good, too good.  You were being greedy.

           Pulling your head back from Jaskier, you took in the lust on his face as you spit into your palms, licking each of your fingers before positioning one hand behind you and the other in front.  

           A huge grin crossed your face as you gripped each of the men.   Both let out a moan as you started to stroke, squeezing their meaty cocks as you humped Geralt’s hand.  

           You whimpered when the Witcher’s finger vanished and you bucked against nothing.  

           “Keep that up and you won’t get your wish.”  His hands found your waist.  

           You spread your legs and went up on your tip toes as he squatted down.  Instead of stroking him you guided him to your pussy, rubbing the head up and down your wetness before you let go.  

           “Ah!”  You gasped as he pushed inside, stretching you in the most beautiful way.  

           You mouth was on Jaskier’s chest and you began kissing, licking, and biting at his flesh while Geralt filled you from behind.  

           Your body moved forward, making your way down Jaskier’s chest until you were at a right angle.  You licked your lips before kissing the tip of his cock.  The singer leaned back against the table and you slid your mouth down his shaft, swallowing him inch by inch.

           Being filled at both ends was a new experience, one that your body reacted to in all the right ways.  You relaxed your jaw and moaned around Jaskier’s cock as Geralt’s hand found the apex of your sex.

           He began to stroke your clit as he rocked in and out of you, setting the pace for your mouth bouncing up and down Jaskier’s cock.  

           One tasted delicious, his noises filling you with power while the other ignited your body in a glorious manner.  Soul and person igniting at the same time.  You moaned at the realization.  

           “Her mouth is too good.” Jaskier winced.  “I won’t last much longer.”  

           “Ladies first.”  Geralt grunted as he began moving faster.  “Cum for us little Nymph.”  

           Jaskier’s hand wove into your hair.  You couldn’t tell if he was trying to speed you up or slow you down, but your body started to twitch at his hands and the Witcher’s command.  

           “A Nymph.”  Jaskier grunted.  “That’s what you’ve always been.  Putting us under your spell.”  

           You whined as the heat in your core began to grow.  Your body was no longer your own, possessed by the men.  

           Geralt pushed harder or your nub, grinding it as he pumped into you wish such speed.  You struggled to take Jaskier further, your jaw going numb in the most satisfying way.  

           “Yes a Nymph.”  Geralt moaned.  “I should have known all along.  A desperate, needy Nyphm who is going. To.  CUM!”  

           Your body exploded, the cocks sawing in and out of you too much.  You writhed on them as pleasure flooded your veins.   Both men followed you, Jaskier’s salty load barely hitting your tongue while Geralt emptied inside your womb.  

           When they left your body you would have fallen to the floor had hands not grabbed you.   Your vision was blurry as you were carried to the bedroom.

           “Tell me friend?” Jaskier kissed your forehead.  “How does one slay a Nymph?”  

           “By making sure she is satisfied.”  Geralt slapped your ass.  

           “Well by that accord, this hunt will take all night.”  Jaskier squeezed you tighter.  

           You wiggled in his arms, ready to be slain.  

[hey-hamlet]

BNHA AU Ideas : Quirkless Erasure

Also on AO3!

TL;DR: 

In some worlds, Midoriya Izuku is the first quirkless hero. But not in this one, not by far.

Because his homeroom teacher is the hero he's always looked up to: UA's first quirkless Pro Hero.

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Izuku isn't the only quirkless one, and Aizawa gets into the hero course via emotional devastation against his opponents.

anyway so: quirkless aizawa bc i need that

everyone thinks he has a quirk like emotional manipulation of something but no he's just fucking savage, he gets into the hero course bc he blasted the absolute shit out of mic

everything’s on youtube it’s one of the most viewed videos of all time

this aizawa's eyes are permanently gold bc i headcanon it's his quirk that makes his eyes black, not the colour they flash

"you yell because you have a constant fear no one is really listening to you. you play the class clown and don't try too hard so when you look back you think "i failed because i didn't try" not "i failed because i wasn't good enough""

"bro,,, bro what the fuck did i do to you"

aizawa isn’t even salty he’s quirkless tbh

"you're pushing this on me because it hurts, right? your loud, flashy but damaging quirk means the only thing people think you're useful for is heroics. did you want to do this, or is this the only way society will let you feel comfortable in the role it presses in on you"

"well being quirkless is rough but at least i cn be whatever i want to be"

mics just shell shocked mics not even using his quirk and everyone’s just uwu he’s erasing mics quirk

all aizawa does is walk is close and mutter "society thinks im worthless, which is rough. but you have to put your life on the line or you're nothing better than a villain to the people"

and just, lightly pushes him out of bounds

pls mics just in Love this guy tore him to fucking pieces but Damn

aizawa  helps him up off the floor

"so im probably not wrong but im a little sorry for saying it on live tv"

mic "youre amazing"

aizawa just goes bright red and starts sputtering

aizawa: the emotional devastation hero weakness: genuine compliments

consider 1A teacher aizawa just still made of emotional devastation, nezu made him promise not to use his powers of destruction on his children unless he was expelling them 

this is a quirkless izuku au too, mirio got ofa, allmight encouraged izuku to be a hero after the fight but had no quirk to give him and he manages to make his own way into the hero course

so izuku is a little analyst, gets mostly hero points but uses sharp rebar and poles to smash in the sensors of some robots, getting him a few non-rescue points either. Aizawa is watching like "oh interesting a non-combat quirk" and beside him allmight is vibrating with excitement

"he might actually do it!"

"who might do what"

allmight turns sheepishly to aizawa

"young midoriya on camera 6, he might just be the first quirkless student to pass the enterance exam to heroics straight up"

and aizawa can hardly watch anyone else for the rest of the exam, he adopts this kid on the fucking Spot

hes on the edge of his fucking seat, when nezu sends out the zero pointer. "this kid only needs 10 more points, just ten more" and izuku turns around to look at the 0 pointer and aizawa is like "fuck kid i hope you know what youre doing"

he manages to shove a piece of rebar into the treads, stoping it in its place. it tries to swat him like a bug but he just dives out of the way, picks up ochako and sprints and aizawa is like "holy shit holy shit these bastards better give this kid hero points for that"

like they are assigning final hero points and aizawa has to awkwardly put his hand up "i,,, should probably be excluded from giving midoriya hero points because i went from 0 to bias very very quickly"

allmight just nods sagely

"young midoriya be like that sometimes"

pls aizawa tries to act extra tough bc he can’t let anyone know he’s Adopted this child

for all izuku's brain hes useless w social stuff and thinks aizawa hates him but everyone else k n o w s

also izuku is the only person in 1A who knows ab aizawa's "quirk" and hes like, constantly vibrating w glee around the guy

aizawa walks in the first day, hears bakugo asking how this "quirkless bastard" got in, grabs bakugo w his scarf and yeets him into vlad’s room

"ok students, looks like we are a class of 19. any other comments before we start?"

and like everyone is so lost no one questions it

bakugo is screaming bloody murder until vlad "kindly" tells him ua has a strict no discrimination policy and aizawa would have been well within his rights to expel him

please nezu is like "uwu take one of 1B to make the classes even" and vlad is like "no ive already bonded tough cookies" vlad just adopts bakugo instantly

monoma and bakugou become bros, the baku-squad is 50% a thing, but its mostly 1B students but with pinning kiri. kendo and bakugo both keep monoma in line, monoma and kendo keep bakugo in line

during the sports festival shinsou is like "you must have a blessed quirk to get into the hero course"

and izuku just has this "really. this si what we're doing now" look on his face. hes just gesturing to shinso in exasperation, trying to make eye contact w aizawa hidden up in the commentary box

all you can hear from the box is aizawa quiet snickering as mic tries not to give the game away. he yeets shinso out of bonds and just hauls him back to his feet

"im quirkless you nonce"

"oh,,,"

"yeah, oh. what, gonna be embarrassed a quirkless kid kicked your ass?"

"nah i just feel bad for being a dick"

"ok you are the only valid person ive ever met, come meet my not-dad"

"wait what"

izuku fireman carries shinso into the announcers booth and just presents him to aizawa

you can just vaguely hear "no not kid" "but he'll be perfect" "kid this is live ask me after the festival" "but! hed be perfect! and you could train him to carry on your legacy of soul-crushing burns" "... hmmm"

"do i get a say in this?" "no" "nope"

mic just loudly saying "SO BEFORE WE WITNESS A CHILD CRY LIVE ON AIR AGAIN, AS ALWAYS HAPPENS IN THIS FESTIVAL, LETS START THE NEXT ROUND!"

there’s a counter “days since someone last cried: 0”

please its like "times cried durring all sports festivals" "average cry events" "number of times cried this festival"

aizawa being even more of a dad than canon, like hes a mess he sees on sad kid and he's like "wow that's my kid now"

he makes them soup when they get sick and leaves it outside their doors, refuses to admit its him doing it

soup cryptid

please mic is like 100% in love with him and had been for years but aizawa still has internal bias against the quirkless and thinks he's not good enough for mic so he cant make himself see the flirting for what it really is

“haha he’s just being friendlyL

“aizawa i literally want to marry u”

“awww ur so nice u mean as friends tho right?”

in this au ive decided that quirkless heroes are a thing, but pretty rare, in japan they are all underground bc villains go after them a l o t. there are some public ones in america but they tend to,,, die,,, pretty quickly

and bc there are some quirkless heroes everyone acts like discrimination isn't a thing anymore and quirkless people should shut up while quirkless people are still getting killed and committing suicide at like 500% the rate of people with quirks

also the suicide rate is,,,,, significantly higher in japan but no one ever talks abt it bc japan the “ideal place for people with quirks” so that surely means nothing could ever go wrong

izuku does the "its your power" speech in like 3 parts, before, during and after the sports festival bc he needs he bones w no quirk

stain asks izuku what his quirk is and izuku does the "wouldn't you like to know, weather boy"

",,, where are your parents"

"one abandoned me straight up and the other is giving it a red hot go right now, try me coward"

izuku but everytime he roasts a villain he does it in vine quotes

tl;dr in the au inko is like,, not ok w izuku being a hero and she's trying to do the "leave the school or you can't live here any more" ultimatum and it's not working for her

bc izuku said "ok bye then" and now lives out of his backpack. no one knows. he just like,, sleeps on the train

and iida is like "owo could i come over to your house" and izuku is like

"aaaaa its on fire. yep. made of arsenic and always in flames, why dont we go to the park"

everyone in 1a is like betting on what his house is like. they harass katsuki in 1b but he refuses to talk

hes like "hell no i got thrown into another class for talking ab that nerd eat my left tit"

they only fucking work it out when aizawa and allmight go to izukus house to talk ab dorms and there is literally no one there

aizawa asks izuku ab it like "kid you need to update your forms with your current address" and hes like "oh worm, she moved? wack."

“u,,,,didn’t know,,,,”

“nah lmao i sleep on the bench in a park near here”

“my boy,,,,,l

"what, ochako lives alone!"

"yeah, in a fucking house, kid"

aizawas just: this is literal child abuse i’m ur guardian now

allmight "hes my kid too dont be greedy"

"fuck off all might you already have mirio" "and you already have shinsou!" nighteye, from around the corner "ill take him!" aizawa and allmight "NO"                                  

mic adopts him nezu just sitting in the distance "well, its my school. i get the kid" one whole school full of adult heroes "NO ITS MY SON,,," izukus like crying "wait,,, you guys aren't sick of me? wild" while sobbing

afo out of nowhere: i’ll take the child :))) everyone collectively: N O

for self-indulgence, izuku is the youngest in the class for this au so they all call him their little brother

consider: quirkless aizawa is very similar to normal aizawa but he does practise self-care, he just tries to make it look like he doesnt because hes like that

if i dont take care of myself ill never be able to stand up to the heroes w quirks but also do i deserve normal good human things

tl:dr: he can cook well and is trying to teach izuku that 2-minute noodles and apples arent hero fuel

inko is like: "uwu i wont change what i cook for you so you'll just have to make do owo" in like, a pathetic attempt to get him to stop training so izuku runs off protein bars, electrolyte drinks and raw vegetables

just like, his bento at school. its only raw mushrooms, spinach, tomatoes and 2 full carrots

the only time he gets like a kinda valid balanced meal for a hero in training is when he pops by bakugous place and mitsuki forces him to stay for lunch

izuku is like "oh hi bakugo i have ur book-" "HI ITS LUNCH GET IN PIPSQUEAK"

hes just thrown into a chair, bakugo isnt even confused. izuku is like ",,,, so vlad gave me your book bc your house is near mums." "fair enough. hope you like miso salmon"

izuku just looks stary eyed

"f i s h ??? warm food bakugo id kill for you"

"deku wtf"

"i had nothing but 3 scoops of protein powder and 2 tomatoes today"

“dEKU WHAT THE FUCK”

"i had to eat the protein podwer with plain water kacchan. protein sludge followed by two raw tomatoes. i would commit real actual murder for you"

mitsuki always packs an extra bento after that

so like when it’s dorm time izuku gets rly stressed out bc he doesn’t know how to cook for himself??? bakugous in the 1b dorms and even if he wasn’t he definitely wouldn’t cook for him

1a goes on a fucking shopping trip, chaperoned, obviously

and they’re lining up and aizawa sees that izukus cart is only filled with like??? instant noodles and like two (2) fruits and he’s losing his mind bc yes okay he’s a child but he’s also a young hero and he’s going to get a heart attack by 20 if he doesn’t fix his diet

aizawa is like "izuku, you cant eat that" and izuku just goes "oh ok" puts the noodles back and comes back with a tub of protein powder and like 11 vegetables and a bag of kale

okay this is an improvement kinda, how do u cook it

,,,,,c

cook?

izuku just has a totally blank face

"i was just gonna like,,, eat it"

"raw."

"uh, yeah, is that not how u eat vegetables?”

"thats a potato. and some leeks. thats a fucking onion"

"it wont kill me though"

"thats,,, that not how you pick food kid."

“but vegetable??? good????”

"kid do you even fucking like any of this"

"wait, im supposed to like?? my food???"

yagi in the fucking health food isle hearing this is 50% laughing but 50% crying

aizawa: “izuku ur supposed to eat a well balanced and tasty meal”

izuku: *surprized pikachu face*

please even todoroki is like ",,, at least fuyumi could c o o k"

oh god imagine having a worse diet than shouto todoroki from 1a who eats nothing but cold soba and drinks juice

also please aizawa is like "kid i thought you just happened to be thin but now im seeing thats not the case"

bakugo in the distance "like inko ever fed him enough anyway lmao"

aizawa "WAIT WHAT"

whys bakugou shopping with 1a? its actually all 40 of the first years just descending on this poor little store. it’s this little mom and pop grocery store and a billion hungry hero hopefuls just burst through the door like 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔

izuku is like "oh its too expensive" and aizawa is just holding a bag of rice, aizawa is like "its cheaper than the protein powder you have"

and izuku is like "yeah i mean its empty calories and im not paying that much for empty calories"

",,,"

"thats what you taught us sensei!"

"EMPTY CALORIES ARE ONLY A PROBLEM IF UR EATING TOO MUCH"

"and?"

"YOU HAVE 3 POTAOES FOR THE NEXT 2 WEEKS"

"i can put some back if you want?"

"THATS EXACTLY WHAT I DONT WANT"

[wondersbeyondcompare]

Underpaid Security Guard

Word Count: 2929

Characters: Majid, Jamil, some mentions of Kalim

TW: None

Some Notes: An explanation on how Majid became a “security guard” of Scarabia; basically the boi is a stubborn first year brat and Jamil is taking no shit smh

Majid lay upon the pavilion located at Scarabia’s entrance, gazing at the stars that peeked out from the awning above him. The coolness of the marble against his back pleasantly numb his stinging muscles from the accidental impact he had with the floor just a few moments ago. 

In other words, Majid had fallen and couldn’t have cared to get up. 

Besides, it was a nice night to be outside. It wasn’t unbearably hot (as the dorm could sometimes get during the day) nor was it too cold. There was a bit of wind that picked up once and awhile, but it only passed as a light breeze, ruffling through Majid’s already unruly blonde hair. 

The night sky, or at least the part he could see, was lovely that evening too. Despite there being no moon in sight, the multitude of stars that he saw made up for its absence, putting even the finest of gems to shame in their brilliance. Majid was almost tempted to reach out and snatch a handful of them from the sky just to add them to his collection of wealth. Surely no diamond on Earth could compare to these glittering lights so far beyond his reach. He wondered how many constellations he might be able to hold within his grasp, how the celestial bodies would look scattered and eternally dancing between his fingers.

It must have been getting really late in the evening for him to have such sentimental thoughts. 

Unfortunately, his perfectly sentimental evening was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Majid lifted his head as much as he could from his place on the ground to see who it was. Upon catching a glimpse of sleek black hair pulled back into braids and a disapproving expression, he just as quickly lowered his head and shut his eyes. Darn. It was the vice dorm leader. He was definitely going to get scolded by him. 

The footsteps stopped a couple inches away from him and was followed by a sigh. “It’s you again. You do realize we have bedrooms back at our dorm, correct? Or perhaps you got ‘lost’ and ended up passing out from exhaustion again? That trick will only work once, Majid. It was troublesome to carry you back to the dorm, and Kaiden still complains of back problems to this day.”

‘Well, it wasn’t as if I asked him to carry me in the first place,’ Majid mentally protested, keeping his eyes closed. Maybe if he stayed still long enough, Jamil would give up and go away. That would be the best case scenario despite having to listen to his reprimands. Worst case scenario: Jamil somehow manages to convince him to get up by his own accord, but that was even more unlikely than the first option. Simply put, the odds seemed to be in Majid’s favor for the night.

“Then if it’s not that, could it be… ah, yes. You were waiting to stick your arm out the entrance mirror to scare students on the other side. As much as I respect your determination to wait until the morning to do so, I cannot condone such childish behavior. I’ll have no choice but to put you on dish duty for a week-”

Knowing how many parties Scarabia normally holds in a few days and feeling his arms already begin to ache, Majid shot up to a sitting position, casting a scornful glare at Jamil. “I only tried doing that once, okay? The rest of those times were just Amir and his stupid group of dumbass friends,” seethed Majid. 

Jamil, however, didn’t seem fazed by the younger boy’s irritation. In fact, he looked bored. A first year’s minor offenses were nothing compared to the shenanigans Kalim got up to. He placed a hand on his hip, slightly lifting up his chin as he noted, “Oh? Seems like you were awake after all. If that’s the case, why don’t you go back to your dorm room, Majid? With your own two legs of course.”

Majid’s expression soured at that last comment. So in the end, Jamil ruined his plans anyway. He even managed to get Majid to fake wake-up. How annoying.

But he wasn’t going to give up just yet. Majid laid back down in a childish act of rebellion. “I’m graciously sorry, Jamil-senpai, but I’d much rather prefer to stay out here for tonight. I promise I won’t pull any pranks with the mirror-”

“That I can’t allow,” Jamil immediately shot back, causing Majid’s brow to twitch. Well there goes his ‘be overly polite and maybe he’ll let you do whatever’ plan. “All members of Scarabia must follow their curfew to prevent any student from sneaking off to places they shouldn’t be in. Not only that, but you’re also a first year, so I can’t possibly trust your promise not to cause any trouble. Furthermore-”

“Aaaaa, I GET IT, I GET IT,” Majid groaned as he slowly sat back up. Geez, how did Kalim put up with this guy’s constant nagging? Majid felt if he spent even a second longer listening to Jamil that his head would explode. 

Actually… his head exploding seemed much more preferable than having to listen to his senior. He wondered if it was possible for one’s head to explode from constant nagging and what that would feel like if the moment ever came. 

Wait, no, he was getting off track.

Although he had been caught and pushed into a corner, Majid decided to try this again one last time, still refusing to stand up. He confronted Jamil with narrowed eyes. “Why are you even here in the first place? Shouldn’t you be following that all important curfew too?” he bitterly remarked.

“Of course. But since one of our first years decided to go on a late night stroll and leave one of their personal belongings behind in the lounge, it’s not as if I could,” responded Jamil. 

Personal belongings…? What could he possibly mean by that? It took a couple of seconds before Majid realized that his left arm felt lighter than usual. In a panic, he grabbed at his wrist and upon feeling only a beaded bracelet, he quickly got to his feet. He extended a hand towards Jamil, trying (and failing) to keep his countenance under control. “Please give it back, Jamil-senpai,” he requested in a steely tone.

Jamil studied Majid’s face carefully before folding his arms against his chest. Oh? What an interesting reaction. “Does that bracelet hold some sort of significance to you?” he inquired.

Majid’s face twisted and turned as he tried to think of what to say next. There was always the option of lying, but he wasn’t exactly fond of that. Plus, he had already shown too much emotion to hide anything now. But to tell Jamil the truth wouldn’t give him much of an advantage either…

The junior grit his teeth, agonizing over these options before stiffly bowing to his senior. “...Please give it back. I promise I won’t come out here again after curfew,” muttered Majid, his words just barely audible as they left his mouth.

Unfortunately, Jamil remained unmoved. “You didn’t answer my question, Majid. Is this bracelet important to you or not? We don’t have all night.”

“...”

“Glaring at me like that isn’t going to help.”

Sighing, Majid closed his eyes and irritably ran a hand through his hair. So there goes the good ol’ intimidation tactic. Now what? Refusing to explain wasn’t getting him anywhere. His hand found its way to the back of his neck, gripping at the hair that grew around there as he worked his brain to the max. Well, there was always the option of using magic, but starting a fight against the vice dorm leader seemed like a bad idea. Physically knocking him out would be even worse. 

If only he hadn’t panicked when it was first brought up!

“It’s… important to me, yes,” was what Majid decided to answer with, speaking as vague as he could possibly be. 

“Hmmm… I see…” Jamil mused, bringing one of his arms in front of him as if checking the time.

But Majid had never seen him wear a watch before. His eyes widened when he recognized the familiar golden glint of the scarab beetle bracelet around Jamil’s wrist. When did he-?!

Majid almost felt his heart leap out of his throat as he watched his fingers alight upon the two separate halves of the beetle. There was a strange expression on Jamil’s face as he did this. A mixture of disgust and curiosity. “I could have sworn this beetle was whole before. Did I break it or…?”

Seeing him begin to slide the halves toward each other, Majid instinctively lunged at him with an outstretched hand. “WAIT-”

The scarab beetle’s parts came together with a satisfying click of the metal. The entire bracelet began to glow with an intense golden light, and the little beetle beat its wings twice, as if preparing for lift-off, before Majid promptly dissolved into a flurry of sand. 

It took much too long for Jamil to register what just happened. For a good chunk of that time, he thought he had killed Majid and genuinely worried over how he was going to explain this to the headmaster. To say that he was just messing around with some bracelet and somehow ended up murdering his junior in the process probably wouldn’t be a sufficient explanation. There was no body to recover either.

Trying to keep calm, Jamil looked back down at the bracelet. Ah. The scarab beetle had come apart again. He placed his fingers upon the two halves once more. “Maybe if I do this again-”

He was quickly startled out of his thoughts upon hearing a raspy “NO” followed by a series of dry coughs. 

Jamil turned to see Majid kneeling on the ground behind him, his hand gripping at his chest while he continued to cough, hacking up some sand from his throat as he did so. This caused the former to look upon the scene with alarm. “Are you alright?! Did the sand make its way into your lungs? I’ll call for Kaiden to take you over to the infirmary-”

“NOT KAIDEN.” Majid looked up at Jamil with a scowl and a hand twisting even harder at the fabric of his shirt. Anybody but Kaiden. “I’m fine. Just swallowed some sand when I shouted at you earlier. It tasted awful, but I’ll live,” he grumbled.

After making sure that he was mostly okay, Jamil relaxed his shoulders. Ah, good. He didn’t kill him.

But what exactly happened at that moment?!

“Majid, do you have an explanation for this?” he asked, gesturing to the bracelet around his wrist. Seeing him begin to say “no”, Jamil placed his hand on the beetle once more. “If you refuse to explain, I’ll continue to do whatever… this is, “ he added.

This caused Majid to shut up and actually try to come up with a better response. A full minute passed until he finally decided to tell the whole truth.

“I’m cursed.”

“... Come again?”

“It’s not that serious, it’s just…” Majid gave a pained expression, seeming as if he really, really didn’t want to talk about it, before letting out a heavy sigh and standing up. “When I helped out this one guy, he gave me that bracelet along with a couple of other things as payment. Turns out by doing so, he passed both the ownership and the curse that it carried onto me. Whenever you join the two parts like that, I teleport to whoever’s holding the bracelet,” he explained.

“Then the reason it’s whole when it’s with you..”

“Well, I can’t teleport to myself, can I?”

“Of course.” Jamil examined the bracelet more closely, twisting and turning the bangle in the light of the pavilion. The metal was in stunningly perfect condition, showing no scratches, dents, or anything else that would indicate wear and tear. “Did this happen recently?”

“It was… six years ago, I think? Around when I was ten or eleven.”

“Seriously?” Jamil muttered to himself, now removing his hand from the bracelet in an almost fearful astonishment. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought of it as new. It seemed way too unlikely for Majid, whose dorm room floor was littered with similar pieces of jewelry, would have been able to maintain such a flawless condition for the item over the years. This must have been an effect of the curse.

His suspicions were confirmed when Majid spoke up again, noticing how much attention Jamil was giving to his bracelet. “I tried getting rid of it at first. Burning it, throwing it away in the garbage. But then some dumb kid got ahold of it while he was digging through the trash and accidentally summoned me. Had to punch him to get it back. Ah, but we were both kids when that happened, so it wasn’t as bad as it sounds.”

“...Yes, of course,” replied Jamil after a moment of hesitation. He looked over at Majid to see how he was feeling about all of this. Compared to before, the boy seemed unnervingly unconcerned when talking about this part of his past. With his hands casually placed in his pants pockets and a glazed look in his eyes, any outsider could have thought they were talking about the weather rather than a potentially dangerous object. “You seem awfully calm for someone who’s cursed.”

He received a shrug in response. “Like I said, it’s not that serious. The only reason I freaked out so much at first was because I didn’t want you to get any weird ideas about it, but I guess we’re past that now. Besides, it’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Anyway-” Majid reached out his hand with his palm facing upward. “That’s why I keep it with me at all times. Can I have it back now? You know what it does, so it can’t be that useful to you-”

“No, I believe that I can think of some use for this, though.”

“WHAT.”

Jamil smiled at Majid, sending a chill down the latter’s spine. This guy… There was no warmth in his expression. So he really did come up with some weird ideas after all. “This is still your bracelet, so the curse won’t transfer to me, correct?”

Although Majid didn’t quite understand where he was going with this, he nodded in response. “Yeah, but does that mean you’ll give it to me?” he asked.

“No.”

“But you said-!”

“Not yet anyway. I won’t claim ownership over this; I’ll simply borrow it for a while.”

Narrowed eyes. “And how long is ‘a while’?”

Jamil pretended not to hear his question and continued to prattle on. “I’ll allow you one benefit, though. You can stay out here provided that you watch for any intruders and immediately report back to me. After all, this bracelet makes tracking your movements much easier.”

“Intruders?” echoed Majid.

“Thieves, for example. Or assassins.”

“Assassins?! At school? I can understand keeping out guys from other dorms, but isn’t that too extreme?” As soon as these words left his mouth, something else clicked in his head. Scarabia was a dorm known for its resourceful attitude and, even more notably, its wealth. This wealth was provided by none other than the famed heir to the Al-Asim family: Kalim Al-Asim. Considering how generously the boy distributed his riches, it wouldn’t have been hard to get to it, so murder was unnecessary. No, the only thing more valuable than the wealth itself was-

“Is this about Prefect Kalim? Do you really think things will ever get that bad?”

There was a beat of silence before Jamil responded, his hand moving to rest on his chest. “Kalim is the eldest son of a multi-billionaire household; it would only be foolish to assume nothing bad could ever befall upon him, especially at this point. My family has served his for many generations, so it is my duty to keep him safe at all costs. That is all.”

Majid didn’t say much after that, simply agreeing to the rest of Jamil’s terms before walking back to his dorm room for the night. This silence could have been mistaken as a sign of him finally becoming obedient or perhaps moved by Jamil’s loyalty.

However, it was quite the contrary.

Unbeknownst to his senior, he had used his unique magic on Jamil as he was speaking about Kalim. Majid’s Measure of Worth had given him insight into what the vice dorm leader was truly thinking in some notions. As far as Majid could tell, Jamil was telling the truth about his duties and his responsibility for Kalim.

But his intentions were a different story. There was a brewing resentment in Jamil’s carefully chosen words. It wasn’t the first time Majid had felt Jamil’s utter frustration with the dorm leader (really, any normal person would have picked up on it as well), but he hadn’t realized how deep it had truly become.

And it wasn’t pure malice that solely ran through Jamil’s veins either. There was a surprising amount of conflict going on within him, almost as if there was something far greater than basic etiquette and ingrained responsibility that held him back. 

For now the boy’s feelings lay coiled like a sleeping viper deep inside its den. When he would finally come out and strike, however, was a day he hoped would never come.

[fairijuku]

bnha cinderella au

so izuku is cinderella and he lives with afo as the stepdad and shigaraki and toga as the step siblings

shouto is the prince and endeavor is holding a ball that lasts several nights in order to get shouto a suitor and make it seem like it's shouto's choice cuz he's been rebelling lately, in reality he wants to make sure it's a person he can control so that hes still in power even if shouto is king

quirks are called magic here so endeavor is still awful that way and pretty much disowned his kids besides shouto, and dabi ran away but endeavor told everyone he died because that would be better for his image

inko used to be known as a famous seamstress because the clothes she made felt like they were made with magic, they werent but she is half fairy and that helped with her hand made clothes, she was in a secret relationship with toshinori, who was king of his own kingdom, and naomasa, who was all mights personal knight, she made all their clothes with protection charms if she could

afo came to ruin it tho, inkos magic was really strong, like her regular quirk but much much stronger, so many tried to get with her for quirk marriages prettt much, her human family got fed up with her and arranged fpr her to marry a man who offered to pay them very well, that was afo

he learned that inko was with all might, and that soon he would make their relationship public! and since he already had shigaraki under his thumb, taking all mights love would be another thing to hold against him, so afo made a public display, after announcing his engagement to inko her arranged for an attack on her by villains, this left he very injured and while she was out cold he took her quirk and replaced it with a weaker one

after that happens afo and all might have that big fight but kinda in private?? and after their both injured naomasa steps up and rules over all mights kingdom for him, and hes heartbroken cuz both of his loves are injured

inko wakes up and learns of this and afo threatens her, if she acts out then he can have someone kill all might, with her injured and her strong magic taken inko has no choice but to listen

it's been a few weeks amd inko learns shes pregnant! but no one knows if it's from all might or afo

as she gets closer to giving birth she gets sicker and sicker, until she has to stay in the hospital, her body is in so much distress that she goes into labor early, it doesnt seem like she or the baby will make it but a mysterious nurse comes to her in the night and gives her medicine (like in tangled) amd she survives the birth (the medicine is pretty much tea made with all mights hair) and the nurse is aizawa

years later when izuku is four, afo is waiting for izukus magic to appear, when it seems like he doesnt have any afo decides to force magic in him, inko tries to attack him to make him stop but is too late and afo manages to put some of his power in izuku, izuku reacts bad and a golden magic in him lashes out and merges with afos dark magic

it hurts them all but izuku the most and he gets covered in scars and injuries(they look like him powering up his quirk in the anime), this knocks him out and afo attacks inko, telling her to leave or he'll kill izuku in front of her, and if she goes to all might she'll kill him and naomasa and izu in front of her, so she leaves after leaving notes for the kids and her design books hidden in izukus things (she made lots of designs with and for izu and the kids but never got to make them)

her leaving makes shiggy and toga turn against izu more because inko was really nice to them and the only good thing in their lives cuz afo os a bastard to them too, when afo says that inko left because of izuku they start to hate him

izuku forgets his magic and some of his memories cuz of his magic amd afo blames all his scars on his mom

so! izuku doesnt quite believe afo but he has a lot of memory issues due to being abused by afo, he doesnt even remember his real name cuz afo calls him deku (like how cinderella was a mean name)

current time, izuku grows up believing he doesnt have any magic and as a maid for everyone in the house, he's only allowed to leave the house to buy stuff for the house but he sneaks out sometimes cuz hes ignored a lot, so he knows almost everyone in his town his age, he sometimes goes near the endeavor palace and is friends/not friends with shouto, shouto treats him like a stray cat and leaves out pastries and juices whenever izuku comes around

i copy pasted this from my rant from discord so it's not formatted well aaaaa, and it's not all the details cuz i do plan to write this out

.....pls ask me questions about it tho

[sirvalrigard]

genuinely cannot figure it out. cann you please tell me what the fnaf series is about

OK OK so like we’re extremely off our shits rn but lets try to make this coherent

edit: this actually turned into a fucking wall of infodump bullshit so adding a cut lol

1970s. a gay furry dad named henry emily decides to make a furry restaurant cause he’s passionate abt animatronics and making kids happy. he opens the restaurant with a man named william afton as his business partner. henry makes animatronics and william handles idk being fucking creepy and handling money is my best guess. the restaurant is called Fredbear’s Family Diner, featuring Fredbear and Spring Bonnie (after a year or two it becomes popular enough for henry to have money to build bonnie, freddy, chica, and foxy too!) 

ok so shits fine and normal until william billiam is like ‘hmm im gonna be a child predator now’

on a rainy night one of henry’s children, Charlie Emily, is locked outside the pizzeria somehow, where william finds and kills them. the security marionette that henry built to protect his kids drags itself outside to their body, and thus is possessed by their spirit

obviously henry is fucked up but no one knew who the killer was, so henry was able to reopen another location, this time under the new name of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, with the now familiar friends Bonnie, Freddy, Foxy, and Chica to join the original two! multiple locations are eventually opened, and things are going just fucking fine until WILLY billy does his bullshit again!!

this time he lures them into the back by wearing a Spring Bonnie suit, and kills four children and stuffs their bodies into Bonnie, FReddy, Foxy, and Chica, where Marionette (charlie) finds them and binds their souls to the animatronics

but even though willish addon was employed at the very location he killed kids at, AND he was even convicted as the killer, since police couldnt find the bodies (and are useless) he didnt go to jail which is honestly so accurate its the scariest part of the franchise

so like henry at this point i imagine is like “fuck this” and sells the restaurant line to—you know what? honestly? i would love to know who runs Fazbear Entertainment. with the way help wanted was going i rlly hope we get an expansion on that with them as the villians (destroy capitalism) ANYWAY–

“Fazbear Entertainment” becomes the parent company of this mess now and theyre like :)……oh lets hire that william guy again hes fine

and at this point wwillus is making his OWN fucking pizzeria and his OWN animatronics and is actively kidnapping, torturing, and killing children to steal life essence from their souls! during the process of testing this, he gets his own ‘daughter’ Elizabeth Afton killed!! yeah im not fucking making this up!! (ppl in the fandom really defend this guy lol)

1983. so as Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzas are expanding,  Willard Afturd somehow? got himself some children. like to raise. like as a “““father”““. personally i do like 2 think a mother was involved but honestly he totally coulda just fucking kidnapped some random children to raise as his own and im starting to think thats more plausible  actually BUT ITS NOT GAME THEORY TIIME

one of these kids he is personally torturing! his own “son”! incredible! long story short this traumatized child ( unofficially named CC Afton ) is forced into the mouth of Fredbear by his brother Michael Afton and his friends, aaaand he dies ( and is guided by Charlie to possess Fredbear )

even after years of rumors about dead kids being hidden in animatronics, its this accident is the last straw for Fazbear’s Pizza and they are finally shut down. then WILL rubs his nasty hands together and tries to open his OWN pizzeria with his original OCs do not Steal™, Funtime Freddy, Bon Bon, Ballora, Circus Baby ( possessed by Elizabeth) , and Funtime Foxy and theyre all. probably possessedtoo cause theyre used 4 his kid torture fetish

uh ok so Aphton is like hey michael go clean up my child abuse for me anyway brb so his son Mwanders into his father’s Pizzeria to find his sister elizabeth . long story short…………he finds her and she does the “we’re brothers but closer” spongebob meme but also with her friends

ANd they leave! hooray! from then on the story is about Michael, whos zombified now after being used as a husk to hide an amalgamation of 5 animatronics fucking trying to find his shitty fuckass dad, and to help the anguished and vengeful spirits inside

but the first location to reopen after having been shut down, Wilson AAAAA is employed AND KILLS SOME MORE KIDS who would have guessed omg amazing..stunning.. and michael is employed there JUST a week too late like it happens RIGHT before he’s employed so Wumbo Man gets away again and Fazbear Entertainment gets shut down AGAIN, in 1987

not too many years later Fazbear Entertainment tries to open restaurants yES AGAIN and theyre still using the original animatronics that are still rotting and bloody on the inside . somehow this place stays open for a bit, and michael is employed there still looking for Worst Father Ever, and the children attack him due to rage and confusion, and when they kill another employee, the restaurant is shut down for like the trillionth time

but then for some reason Whenwillhedie Afton is like im gonna go try to dismantle the other haunted animatronics at the shut down pizzerias cause i dont actually even know i have shit for brains and also probably wanted to melt them down for life juice BUT

theyrelike FUCK OFF and the spirits of the children materialize in front of Wellington Well Done and force him into the old crusty spring bonnie suit that he’d murdured in before nd spring is like FUCKy ou and crushesAlton with their animatronic parts aand smush him. trapped now #springbonnieisgoodguy

the spirits go to rest in animatronica, the events of fnafworld happen when: 30 fucing years later in like the 2010s some jackasses thought it would be a good idea to mak e a haunted hoiuse attraction based on fazbear’s pizza and use actual shit from the restaurants and of COURSE this fuck shit up hardcore and disturbs the spirits from the rest that they were in ( until it turned intp the events of FNAF World ) and then they were ripped back into reality when Fazbear’s Fright was built

also! they found WWWacky smacky Acky all rotting away inside Spring Bonnie (now called Springtrap) and were like yeah this is good. definitely not a robot struggling to hold back the influence of a murderer predator and definitely wouldnt haev a problem with being set free

basically michael hears about this thing when it opens and is the first employee there and proceeeds to burn the whole place down as soon as he sees Willmont stuck inside ofs Springtrap

buuuut it doesnt work and Springtrap and other various spirits and haunted robots are still wandering the fuck around and Henry at this point is like Okay I Need To Do Something About This Cause This Is Entirely Out Of Fucking Hand and he reopens a Freddy Fazbear’s location himself, but advertises for a manager who wants to build their own pizzeria

you know who pounces on this like a purple cat? MIKE hes like FUCK yeah egg boys gonna kill his dad and be ann egg MAN today

with the help of Henry’s use  of luring mechanics and michael’s endurance and survival skill they gather Scrap Baby (elizabeth), Lefty (charlie), Scraptrap (springtrap, unfortunately  who has a rotton raisin inside him ), and Molten Freddy (the remaining animatronics that  had jumped into michael’s skin lumped together)

soon as theyre all there ? boom . henry lights the place on fire just like mike had and THEY BOTH JUST SIT THERE AND DIE IN IT TOO LIKE ITS SO METAL and it burns everyone else as well

and all the kids are like

uwu

owo

and drag william afton into HELL!! and they get to torture him for a while together and get the revenge they deserve hell yeah tbh UCN is so iconic

BUT Fazbear Entertainment drinks the capitalism so theyre like…. :((( we’ve been so bullied we totally didnt haev an employee who killed countless children… .pleas,e,e,, buy our mehrch, , n,,jdn

SO they employ an AU version of scott cawthon to make, essentially, the games that we’ve all been playing, but like, in-universe, – so the company in universe has fnaf video games made in order to make light of and cover up the actual murders that happened in the canon. is this too meta yet?

okay i lied this is also the scariest part of the franchise bc of how accurate it is to corrupt business hGJFSKDLHDSS

therefore, they create Help Wanted, the recently released VR game (also a game in-universe) and they use salvaged circuitboards and shit from all the old animatronics to program the game, but of course that just ends up transferring everyone’s soul into the game – the kids, the animatronic AIs, and BASTARD MAN

spring bonnie, now called Glitchtrap, is in a deteriorated mental state and is weak to Afton’s influence, and the fuck is able to manipulate an unknown amount of people into helping him out of the VR game and into the in-universe real world. one of these people was jeremy fitzgerald, michael afton’s childhood friend and a former employee at Fazbear’s Pizza during 1987.

he was involved in a lawsuit against the company making the game, and we don’t know what has happened to him yet. but he’s very important. evidence points to him being one of the kids that helped michael put CC’s head into Fredbear’s mouth, and that in 1987 when working at freddys he was bitten and is somehow functioning without a frontal lobe (but like, michael at this point is functioning with insides made of pudding and rotting skin so . basically theyre both too gay to die )

but we DO know that theres at least one person communicating directly with Glitchtrap, who he seems to have convinced to help set him free, someone whos made their own rabbit mask but doesnt seem to be willingly doing this, and might be brainwashed

also, currently, (this is really weird because we are currently living in the same time as the fnaf timeline is at right now) Fazbear Entertainment is planning on a “service program” that is basically sending personal animatronics to peoples houses and GUESS how fucking well THAT works out bc theyre STILL ALL HAUNTED YOuf g

and it seems like theyre planning on opening a new location in 2020, and that might be when we can learn more about the reluctant follower of springtrap and who has the camera while everyone moshes on william aftons corpse

basically the games are about childhood trauma, recovery, the love of family and friends, and justice against many kinds of evils

also where the fuck is sammy

[ihavenoconsistentname]

Ignore me while I spill out some of my triggers randomly I don't know I've never actually like,, said all of them?? I'm not doing it now for any particular reason I'm just rambling a lot right now so this is adding to that I suppose, plus I guess I like getting things off my chest in random text posts you dont have to read all this if you dont want and it could have triggering elements so I'll try to tag whatever triggers I feel like I might wanna tag just in case and if theres any I missed tell me

So yeah random triggers or things I just generally dislike because of past experience or some sort of effect they have on me (by the way I'm not 100% certain of why some of these bother me they just do I dont wanna say its trauma because I dont think anything here would be considered trauma-worthy?? In my case, that is);

Anything about needles going into skin or veins,, aaaaa,,, anything with talking abt that makes me feel uncomfy and last time someone made me think I would have a needle stuck in my vein for a blood test I had a panic attack (my boyfriend kinda told me I was a pussy for getting so worked up about it :( dont do that to people pleaaase,, different people are uncomfortable abt different things even if you dont see it)

Loud noises aggravate me if its multiple people being loud and obnoxious when they shouldn't be or just don't need to but it's only bad if I'm in a space that isn't too vast and that I can't just leave like a classroom where people are being loud. I wouldnt say that itself in general is a trigger but;

Sudden loud noises and repeated ones like banging on a desk or something can be a trigger for me, loud noises like that make me jump and mess with my anxiety plus I have paranoia so if it's truly out of nowhere I might feel anxious (one of my classmates bangs on desks a lot and its loud plus he sits near me in the two classes where he does it often and it really bothers me)

People showing me too much affection or showing it in a certain way when I either don't know them well enough or they just have a totally different personality than what I'm used to/comfortable with,, it makes me feel uncomfortable if a person like that would touch me at all or do something like send me a lot of heart emojis (example of something someone has done and I felt really uncomfortable because they did it a LOT)

People pretending to hit me or making it seem like they will, this one is more of a trigger because my grandma used to hit me for no reason (idk if you would consider that abuse?? I never describe it as that because I dunno it doesnt really seem like it) so sometimes if people make sudden movements near me I get scared that they were gonna hit me and if they actively try to hit me/act like they will it can give me a panic attack (like I said with the thing about my grandma plus my sister has threatened to hit me a lot so I've always been afraid of that)

People touching me when I either tell them not to or they don't get permission and they arent someone I trust or am close to,, one hug might be okay but after that I won't feel comfortable with it (another example of something someone has done!! I told someone not to touch my hair and they did anyway, I'm only okay with my very close friends doing that!!)

In addition to the touching thing, people touching me in certain areas like I dont want people touching my face, hands, chest area, or anything like that unless they've gotten my explicit permission, someone once put their hand on my chest and tried grabbing for my binder when I told them I was trans and do I even need to say how that crosses the line??

People I'm not friends with calling me certain things, not just things that could be insulting but also pet names or calling me a child,, someone irl referred to me and Alic as "children" and yeah we basically are I guess but I dont want people calling me that, only my friends can call me that?? But other than that you would need my permission to call me certain things if we arent close or friends, you are allowed to call me stuff like kiddo or a non-threatening "kid" if you want, it wont bother me, you just cant like call me random things and expect me to be cool with absolutely anything

Drunk people,, I guess that could be a bit of a trigger because of a couple things; a) my sister and her friend were drunk once and her friend repeatedly tried kissing me and I was so damn uncomfortable with it and felt violated, I still feel that even if it was like, I think last year?? I dont remember, but b) one time my sister was drunk (again) and she picked up a knife and starting coming near me with it and I started panicking telling her to stop but she kept following me with it and I was honestly afraid she would stab me, it wasnt a big knife but I was still afraid

This one is less general but when people upset teachers,, my first period teacher Ms Hamilton has her daughter Catherine sub for her when shes out and a few students make her mad a lot by not doing what they're told and she yells really loudly, which is a bit of a trigger for me circling back to the loud noises bit, I'm really afraid of when adults yell around me even if it's not yelling AT me, partially because loud noises scare me anyway and also I think it's because my dad would yell at my sister a lot because she would argue with him and that always made me come close to breaking down because I couldn't get out of the area where it was happening

Something that makes me uncomfortable is people who will try to text you often every day because I'm so bad at socializing and barely ever have good responses so when they text me too much I feel too obligated to text back and it stresses me out, only one person has done this (they also violated my touch boundaries and did the uncomfortable affection thing) and I ended up just ghosting them after a while because it was too much for me, I know that's weak but I work differently

Trigger for my paranoia is unsettling images that are just an overly creepy visual, some things I cant even describe why they creep me out, but it easily can trigger my paranoia and I hallucinate sometimes seeing creepy shadows and those things can add to it or give me anxiety so yeah I cant be sent creepy images like that,, not like gore stuff I can look at that it's just a certain kind of unsettling

Random thing I dont like sometimes is adults telling young people to act their age because typically they say it to people who are like 13 and 14 and at that age you cant expect them to be very mature yet?? Plus some of them actually do act more mature and then other adults will try to argue that they're just kids so they dont actually understand when they're speaking logically so what the hell do you want, for them to act their probably immature age or for them to act older?? Pick one and stick with it instead of adjusting it constantly for your own arguments or instead of saying act your age just say not to act like a kindergartner or not to act like a dunce or to behave better

[ceegeenyan]

Soft [2] // Tsukishima Kei x Reader

AAAAA I’M SO HAPPY YOU GUYS LIKE THE FIRST ONE HERE’S THE SECOND ONE I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS TOO

Part 1: http://ceegeenyan.tumblr.com/post/184038042466/soft-1-tsukishima-kei-x-reader

          2

            Even though she’s been with them for barely a full 24 hours, (y/n) has gotten close with the members of Karasuno High School’s boys’ volleyball club.

           Maybe it was her personality, Tsukishima thought. She was the exact opposite of him; she easily carries conversations with people—hell, even with him—and the way she doesn’t regard of herself as a big personality to the sports world, even though she is. She insists on people calling her (l/n) or (f/n) without the honorifics, aside from –chan, which Hitoka and Shimizu address her with. Apparently, she knows a lot about volleyball which Tsukishima also considered as a factor as to why the team easily considered her as a new member.

           “I actually play a lot,” she had said last night while eating at Sakanoshita’s, “but I really don’t want the pressure of playing competitively. I just want to have fun casually playing it, which was why I didn’t join the girls’ volleyball club. Besides, I like observing games a lot more than actually playing.”

           “What position do you usually play as, Niina-chan?” asked Sugawara.

           “Well, I can’t really jump that high but my reflexes aren’t good enough to be a libero, so I play as a setter.”

           Tsukishima remembered exactly how Kageyama reacted, making Yamaguchi and him snicker. “P-please show us your tosses tomorrow!” he said, all excited.

           She laughed. “I’m nowhere near as good as you, Tobio-kun. In fact, I’m very bad, but sure.” She took a big bite of her meat bun and continued to talk, again displaying a behavior that Tsukishima didn’t expect to see from a model. “But I don’t want to bother your practice.”

           “Just a few tosses should be fine,” Ukai chimed in from the counter, “besides, it’s good practice for the team to hit all kinds of tosses from different kinds of people, especially Hinata, who usually relies on Kageyama’s tosses.”

           “Oh, I see!” (y/n) beams again, grinning widely. “I’ll do my best!”

           And that was the story of how they got into the situation they were in right now, with (l/n) (f/n) tossing for the members.

           She wasn’t the greatest, she made some off tosses, but she definitely wasn’t bad. Once she got used to the timing, she was able to toss properly, earning compliments from the spikers. She looked so happy with each one.

           Eventually came Tsukishima’s turn, and it took them quite a few tosses before he got to hit the one that felt just right. She was able to match his timing even before then though, however she didn’t look content at all. “One more, please!” she said.

           For someone who didn’t want to play competitively, she looked incredibly determined.

---

           “(f/n)-chan, you’re really good at tosses!”

           (y/n) returned to her place with Hitoka and Shimizu as the younger female complimented her.

           She scratched her cheek, a slight tinge of pink flushing her features. “Thanks. I could be better, but I appreciate it, Hitoka-chan.”

           She watched as the rest of the team continued with their training, taking notes again but now on her phone. Occasionally, she took videos that she explained to Hitoka and Shimizu would be helpful in analyzing the players later. It would also be helpful for the players to see their own videos, looking at their form or what they’re doing right or wrong, and whatnot. When her arms were getting numb and tired, Hitoka would switch with her while she went to take notes on a notebook instead. They went on like this for the rest of the night.

           When practice was over, Niina showed the videos that they took to the coach and he was more than happy to have seen them. He said it would be a great help.

           “Hitoka-chan and I were actually talking earlier,” she tells Ukai, “We have enough cameras combined so we can probably bring them to take better videos in different angles.”

           “Oh, that would be great, really. But it could get hit by stray balls, don’t you think?” Hitoka flinches with the thought of a camera falling because of Azumane’s spikes.

           (y/n) thought for a while, as she hadn’t considered this. She initially planned on putting four cameras around the court to get a better look at everything.

           “Then, if it’s alright for me to ask this of you and the other managers, is it alright if we all take one spot each? Of course, you can stay where you normally sit, Coach Ukai. Each one of us will watch a camera.”

           The three of them beamed. “That’s fine with us. Thank you, (f/n)!” Ukai shakes her hand, all excited. “This will really help us a lot.”

           (y/n) returned the smile with her signature grin. “No problem!”

---

           Tsukishima watched the videos that (y/n) was showing him.

           She was showing them to the others too, and they’re faces lit up when she did, maybe a little flushed even, but Tsukishima thought that it was because it was her.

           He watched the video intently, but on the corner of his sight, he can see her watching him.

           “Hey, Ms. Shorty, please stop looking at me.”

           That earned a karate chop to his head.

           “Shut up, Stupidshima! Even if I watch the video, I’d be looking at you!”

           “No, but, looking at me directly and looking at me through a video are two different things.”

           “Shut up and watch the damned thing, Titan!”

           Tsukishima smirked, feeling rather triumphant in their small banter. Although he tries to distract himself by watching the video (y/n) was showing to him although he had to crouch down so fucking low just to watch, he could feel the gazes of the rest of the team, including the other two managers. He could kind of hear them whispering things too, although it was unsure as to whom they came from. They were all quite the meddlers, he thought.

           In the middle of watching the video, a notification popped up on the top of (y/n)’s screen, showing a preview of a text message from “Mr. Manager”.

           “Ah, sorry, I have to read this.” Tsukishima understood and respected the urgency that must have come along with the message and stood up straight. The smaller female took her phone and read the message before typing away her response. She looks at him, somehow rather apologetically.

           “Sorry, Tsukishima-kun, it seems that I need to go to work.”

           “Oh, it’s fine.”

           The rest of the team went over to them upon hearing that (y/n) was about to leave. “(f/n), will you be fine on your own?” Asked the captain with his usual fatherly tone. Tsukishima wondered if he learned to do that somewhere or from someone, or if it was just natural for him to be that way. “It’s late.”

           “I’ll be fine, Daichi-san! I have pepper spray with me in case anything happens!”

           “The fact that you even need pepper spray is alarming in itself, you know?”

           “Oh,” Sugawara now chimes in, “maybe Tsukishima can walk you there!”

           I beg your pardon?

           “Umm, this decision is being made without my consent.” His voice was low and a hint of annoyance was present, but he didn’t exactly mind. It was just annoying that someone else decided for him, and the fact that no one else volunteered. If they liked her so much, why didn’t they?

           “I would like to agree with the defendant, Your Honor,” she says to Sugawara, keeping a straight face. “I’ll be fine on my own, really.”

           Tsukishima thought for a while. He imagined the life of a beautiful, popular model, just casually walking street after street, all alone. He wondered at first if she ever got stared at, or maybe worse… No, he didn’t need to wonder, these things have definitely happened, and her pepper spray was proof.

           Tsukishima was a prick but he wasn’t stupid.

           He sighs. It won’t hurt to make her indebted to him. An eye for an eye, as she’d said.

           “Hey, Ms. Shorty,” he says, slowly starting to walk forward. “Let’s go.”

           Tsukishima swore he heard the seniors chuckle.

            “Hey, Tsukishima,” she starts after a while of walking, “you don’t have to walk me there if you’re just being forced by the others, you know? You can go home once we’re out of sight.”

           He simply looks at her, an indifferent expression as per usual. He didn’t want to tell her about him being genuinely worried about her well-being, the simple thought of her or anyone—anyone, he says—for that matter, being looked at in the most disgusting of ways by strangers and by disgusting people. If he told her, he’d be teased to death.

           He looked forward, shrugging. “While that’s a tempting offer, those volleyball idiots won’t let me hear the end of it if anything happens to you, and that’s definitely going to be annoying.”

           She simply laughs. “I can imagine.”

           It was her turn to look forward. “Thanks, though. Even though you’re just being forced.”

           Tsukishima said nothing in return and (y/n) didn’t seem to mind, so they just continued their walk in silence.

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           Soon, they reached the studio in time for (y/n)’s shoot. They hadn’t spoken to each other since she thanked him, but the walk wasn’t at all awkward to her. She’d hoped it wasn’t awkward for him as well. He was a prick and he liked to be rude but he was still human and he at least had the ethic to walk her to work, even though he was forced to do it.

           “Well, I’ll be going.” He says, before turning to walk away.

           “Ah, Stupidshima!”

           At her comment, he turned, eyebrows furrowed just a little bit, showing annoyance.

           “What?”

           She grins. “I’ll treat you to something tomorrow.”

           His expression calms then he turned around again. “Sure, armrest.”

           “Armrest—hey! I heard that!”

           She laughed when Tsukishima ignored her comment and put on his headphones, finally starting to walk away. She turned and went inside the studio as well. There was a little bit of regret in her mind when she didn’t ask for his number so she’d know if he’d gotten home safely.

            “(f/n)-chan, you’re so pretty!”

           Shimizu and Hitoka were practically gawking at (y/n)’s photos from last night. The magazine wasn’t released yet, it being just the day after and all, but her manager always sends her the raw photos after the shoot. She said it’s so she can evaluate herself and her poses, the things she did well and could do better. This was how (y/n) got the idea of taking videos of the players.

           “Thank you! The director even praised me this time, too. Maybe I was doing well.” She laughed at herself, remembering the times she’d be scolded for not doing well.

           “You definitely did! You look amazing, (f/n)-chan.” The beautiful senior comments while looking at the photos on (y/n)’s phone. The comment made the (h/c) (-ette/colored girl) blush, though a little.

           “Hearing that from you means a lot, Kiyoko-senpai.” The two smiled at each other.

           Soon, the first years enter the court, surprised to see the females early.

           “Good afternoon!” they all call at the same time. The girls smiled at them and reciprocated their greeting.

           “What are you all looking at?” Hinata asks, walking over to them and peeking at (y/n)’s phone. She was nervous, really. She knew guys looked at her photos from the magazines, but she never really had them look while she was present, let alone the raw shots.

           “Woah! Is this you, (f/n)-san?” Hinata exclaims, his face lighting up. She forgives him for adding the -san, at least he actually called her (f/n). “So cool! You look amazing, (f/n)-san!” Yamaguchi, Kageyama, and even Tsukishima, not being able to fight their curiosity because of Hinata’s comments, soon followed behind him to look at the photos.

           “Oh, (f/n)-san, you really do look amazing! You’ve got a totally different vibe, it feels like.” Yamaguchi looked embarrassed to have said what he did, but he couldn’t help but complement her. After all, she did look amazing.

           “Thank you, Tadashi-kun, Shouyo-kun!”

           Kageyama gasped loudly and all heads turn to him. His eyes were wide and he looked frantic.

           “You were that model! The one that promoted Mikasa!”

           “Haaaaaaaaaa?!” Hinata looked like he was this close to hitting the setter. “She introduced herself as a model during her first day here!”

           “Yeah, but I didn’t recognize her, she looked different in the shoot!”

           “What exactly is different?!”

           “The expressions or something, I don’t know, dumbass!”

           “You’re the dumbass!”

           (y/n) couldn’t help but laugh at the duo, shouting at each other like that. They looked cute, fighting and all. It was like they never ran out of energy.

           “Hey Tsukishima! Did you get home safely last night?” she calls the taller (tallest) male, flashing a big smile at him.

           “If I hadn’t I wouldn’t be here right now, right?”

           “Well, I guess that’s true.” The other first years and Shimizu looked at each other and talked amongst themselves while (y/n) walked towards Tsukishima, a strawberry milk packet in hand. “Here!” She says cheerfully as she pushes it against his chest.

           He stares at her hand and the milk box before looking back at her, completely confused. “What’s this?”

           She grins again, playfully winking at him this time. “I said I’d treat you.”

           “Ah.” He takes the carton from her hands before looking away, completely dismissing her kindness. “Right.”

---

           Tsukishima could hear (y/n)’s soft growl, even though there was an obvious attempt to hide it. Her anger wasn’t a secret, though. “Hey, Stingyshima! I gave you free strawberry milk! I at least deserve a thank you!”

           “I think I already thanked you when I walked you to the studio.” He blandly replies, still looking away from the small female.

           “This and that are different! And look at me, will you?” At that, she makes a move to go in front of his line of vision, but before she got to see him completely, he puts the milk box on top of her head and used her as a table while he punched the straw into its hole. When he was done, he turned around to sip on the strawberry milk, walking to the storage room to start assembling.

           “Thanks for that, Ms. Shorty.” He says in a mocking tone.

           “TSUKISHIMA, YOU BASTARD! Come back here, you fucking tree!”

           (y/n)’s rants could only pass by his head, almost unnoticed. For now, he had to deal with the blood rushing to his face.

[commentaryvorg]

Danganronpa V3 Commentary: Part 1.8

Be aware that this is not a blind playthrough! This will contain spoilers for the entire game, regardless of the part of the game I’m commenting on. A major focus of this commentary is to talk about all of the hints and foreshadowing of events that are going to happen and facts that are going to be revealed in the future of the story. It is emphatically not intended for someone experiencing the game for their first time.

Last time, in the second half of trial 1, there were seemingly-flawless arguments for both Shuichi and then Kaede being the culprit despite neither being the truth, Kaede encouraged Shuichi to finally face his fears and passed the protagonist baton onto him, Kaito was one of the last people to accept the truth despite being one of the first besides Shuichi to notice it, and Kaede insisted she was a horrible person but Shuichi was having none of it.

Now for the post-trial conclusion and everything being heartbreaking.

Monokuma:  “The blackened who killed Rantaro Amami is the Ultimate Pianist, Kaede Akamatsu!”

You big fucking liar, Monokuma.

Kaede:  “Good…”

Kaito:  “Wh-What…? Good? What do you mean, good!? Is this how you want it to end!?”

Kaede:  “Not really, but… it could have turned out a lot worse. So this is fine, too.”

Tenko:  “I-It’s not fine! This is super horrible! The worst ever!”

This is not going to be the only time that the culprit will come out of the vote smiling and relieved that everyone got it right, while everybody else freaks out and wonders how anything can be okay about the fact that their friend committed murder and is about to be executed. And I especially love that Kaito is one of the people freaking out over it this time, given where he’ll be standing the next time this happens.

Kaito:  “Yeah… I won’t be satisfied… Until I hear it straight from you…”

Look at Kaito desperately wanting to understand exactly what drove someone like Kaede to do something like this.

Kaede:  “Okay… Please allow me a few more moments of your time, then.”

Guh, the way Kaede says this super-politely, like she feels like she doesn’t deserve to be taking up their time after she did something so horrible, not even to explain her motives.

Kokichi:  “Oh, Kaede… it never dawned on you? As soon as that thought entered your head, Monokuma had you right where he wanted. Because what mattered most to Monokuma was that the killing game started.”

Kokichi being very perceptive again. He definitely understands Monokuma’s desires and intentions better than anyone else here. Which is appropriate, because his way of thinking is not entirely dissimilar to Monokuma, at least in terms of wanting to have fun by messing with people. The only difference is that Kokichi usually only likes to mess with people in relatively harmless, petty ways, but that’s still enough to put him on the same wavelength as Monokuma in a way nobody else is.

Kokichi:  “Regardless of your reasons, the moment you felt the urge to kill, you had already lost. You agreed to be part of this killing game when you allowed murder to fill your heart.”

This goes a long way to explain why, despite his selfishness and how much he secretly hates being part of this game, Kokichi never actually tries to commit a murder to escape it – because he already considers that as “losing” in the sense that he’d just be doing what Monokuma wants and playing the game.

(Mind you, what he actually ends up doing ends up serving Monokuma’s purposes even more, but since he’s not trying to purely become blackened and escape, he can tell himself he’s totally not playing the game even though he absolutely still is.)

Kokichi:  “That’s why I’m so… pissed off! Pissed off at myself for being so… so useless!”

This is far too genuine-seeming a reaction from Kokichi to be truly genuine, because he would never actually be this honest about how he feels. Even if there is a part of him which actually feels this way, on the surface he is telling himself that this is just a lie and he’s only pretending to feel like this and it’s not like he actually cares at all about the fact that Kaede’s about to die, right.

Shuichi:  “Kokichi… that’s enough. I can see through your act.”

Kokichi:  “…Whoops. That obvious, huh?”

And it certainly looks like he’s got everyone else fooled into thinking that any accidental outbursts rooted in genuine emotion from him are totally all just lies.

Kaede:  “I took an innocent life! I’m nothing but a horrible murderer! You should all hate, blame, and be disgusted by me!”

Gah, Kaede, not even expecting any kind of forgiveness or understanding for what she did despite her intentions being really quite reasonable given the awful circumstances.

Kaede:  “I thought about ending this by confessing to you what I had done… But… I couldn’t. Because of Monokuma’s First Blood Perk.”

Ryoma:  “I see… If you’d confessed then and there, you would’ve been able to leave… But you decided you couldn’t leave this place by yourself, so you kept quiet.”

Exactly. She wouldn’t have just been able to leave – she’d have had to leave. And there’s no way Kaede would ever want to leave on her own and get off scot-free for the awful thing she just did while everyone else remains trapped and continues to struggle and suffer without her. She’s just far too selfless for that. The only thing she ever cared about was helping everyone else escape, not herself.

Kaede:  “If I did this for everyone, then instead of making things easier by confessing… I thought I should lie to you all, so it would motivate you to keep moving forward.”

So instead she did the only thing she could think of under the circumstances that would keep everyone else working together and turned herself into the villain.

Kaede:  “I never wanted to keep my crime a secret… I was going to tell you all eventually… But before I did, I wanted to expose the mastermind first… Then the killing game would’ve ended, and everyone but me would be saved.”

I’m not entirely sure why the thinks that if she caught the mastermind, she would still have been executed? But regardless, hearing her be so explicit about how she was only trying to save everyone else and didn’t care one bit about herself… aaaaa.

Shuichi:  “…This is my fault. I was wrong. There is no mastermind…”

Tsumugi:  “You were wrong…? But didn’t you say the mastermind was one of us?”

Pff, I like how Tsumugi is the first one to question that.

Shuichi:  “But even when the killer was about to be condemned, they remained hidden. That has to mean that the mastermind is not among us after all.”

This is awkwardly worded – based on the fact they’ve just been discussing the point when everyone was focused on Shuichi and then Kaede convinced him to explain that she did it, his “the killer was about to be condemned” probably actually means “I was about to be falsely voted as the culprit”. But even assuming that, it’s also a very flimsy argument. Why would the mastermind have wanted to stop people voting for Shuichi anyway? If people vote wrong, that’s just how the killing game goes. Shuichi has no reason to assume that actually the mastermind would want people to find the true culprit because they want a nice long entertaining killing game that doesn’t end at chapter 1.

Like, I can kind of understand why Shuichi drops the idea of there being a mastermind at this point because the fact that he assumed there was one in the first place was why Kaede did what she did, and he’s upset and blaming himself and lacking confidence and not thinking straight at all. But this particular supposedly-logical reason for it is frustratingly flimsy, and I wish the narrative gave more of a sense that it really is flimsy and that the real reason Shuichi is dropping the idea is simply because of his issues.

Shuichi:  “If I hadn’t been so stupid… If I never said anything about a mastermind to Kaede… Rantaro wouldn’t have died… and Kaede wouldn’t be a murderer! This is all my fault!”

At least we still do get plenty of Shuichi having issues and blaming himself.

Kaede:  “No, it’s not.”

Shuichi:  “…Kaede…?”

Kaede:  “I killed him. Not you. …Right? Didn’t I?”

Well, as a matter of fact, Kaede—

Okay but even that aside, just the very blunt way Kaede states this to try and bring Shuichi out of his self-loathing is adorable. She’s smiling as she says this.

Keebo:  “If your intent was to kill the mastermind, there was no reason for you to cover your tracks.”

Kaito:  “Isn’t it obvious? It’s because… she didn’t want Shuichi to know.”

Hee, of course this would be obvious to Kaito. Why would Kaede ever want to let Shuichi see that she’s not as much of a hero as she was trying to be?

Kaede:  “I said I wanted to escape this place with everyone. But you guys wouldn’t want to be friends with a girl who killed someone, would you?”

Oh, Kaede, still just hoping to be friends with everyone. I really, really get the feeling she didn’t have many meaningful friends in her memories because she was too much of a “Piano Freak”. But even if she had successfully killed the mastermind without anyone realising, that guilt and the feeling that she’s an awful person who doesn’t deserve to be their friend would have eaten her up inside nonetheless.

Gonta:  “Be… friends?”

Aww Gonta who also probably doesn’t have many friends and can absolutely understand that feeling!

Tenko:  “Kaede… put a lot of thought into this.”

Kokichi:  “She put so much thought into this, it drove her to commit murder like a lunatic…”

Yeah, since she committed murder she’s obviously a lunatic and a bad person and so clearly we should all completely ignore the part where she still genuinely cared about us and wanted to be our friend, right? Obviously everyone who talks about helping other people and being friends doesn’t ever truly mean it, because look at her.

Shuichi:  “Kaede… I didn’t know how, but I wanted to get out of here with you. I wanted… to be friends.”

YOU ALREADY ARE FRIENDS. But yes, you could have been even more friends if you’d escaped together and gaaaah.

Kaede:  “I’m so sorry…”

And of course, Kaede’s still just apologising for the fact that her actions have hurt him like this, rather than expressing her own feelings that she had that same desire to escape together and be friends.

Kaito:  “So you’re saying… everything you did was because you were thinking of us? And you hid that you killed him just to stay and help us…? How did things—”

Of course she did! You should understand that better than anyone, Kaito! If you were on a time limit, and killing someone then lying about it was the only way you knew of that stood a chance of saving everyone else before time was up, you would do exactly the same.

Monokuma:  “But we can’t let this boring display grind the action to a halt, so…”

I don’t know why you think this display of tragic friendship and selflessness is “boring”, Monokuma. This is the best story you’ve had for a Chapter 1 in… probably ever?

Aaaaa look at Kaito and Gonta and Tenko facing up to the Exisals to protect Kaede they’re so brave and selfless and determined. (It’s a little awkward in Tenko’s case knowing she wouldn’t do this if Kaede were a guy, but.) Kaito in particular, since he almost got killed by an Exisal a few days ago, so he knows better than anyone else there how completely fucking impossible it is to take one on unarmed. Note how while he’s the one at the front, his stance is the most defensive out of the three of them. He is definitely scared as hell (I mean, they all are), but that’s not going to stop him risking his life for Kaede, dammit!

(Also, Kaito again doing something that he’s going to be on the other side of the next time people pull a “we’ll fight the Exisals to stop you getting executed!”, hee.)

Shuichi:  “Y-Yeah! I’ll help! I can—”

Shuichi you are a noodle how on earth do you think you can possibly help in a fight. This goes to show how desperate he is to protect Kaede against all logic, too.

Kaede:  “Everyone, stop!!!”

But of course Kaede can’t just let them all get themselves killed on her behalf.

Kaede:  “…I’m not giving up. Because I have you.”

Shuichi:  “…What?”

Kaede:  “Even after I’m gone… my wish will still be here. So I’m counting on you all! I’m entrusting my wish to every one of you!”

This is absolutely lovely – she’s not thinking of this as the end, or as her defeat, because she knows that everyone else here (well, most of them anyway) still wants the same thing she always did and they’re going to try their hardest to reach it. Even though Kaede’s not the true protagonist after all, her passing on her wish to everyone else and especially Shuichi does a great job to make her still feel involved and important to the story after she’s gone. She was the protagonist for this first chapter not just for the sake of a fake-out and a plot twist, but because she still is meaningfully a protagonist of this story, in a sense.

Kirumi:  “I will do my utmost to fulfil your final request.”

Tenko:  “I won’t give up! I’ll get out of here, no matter what!”

Gonta:  “Gonta work hard and keep friends safe till very end!”

…These lines are just painful, knowing what happens to each of them.

Kokichi:  “Well, Kaede, you definitely weren’t boring.”

And that, folks, is the highest praise Kokichi can give. Be proud, Kaede, I guess?

I really like this shot of Shuichi desperately reaching out to Kaede at the beginning of the execution.

So. I used to find Danganronpa executions so disturbing that I literally couldn’t watch them. But while me being not particularly disturbed by this one is partially just gradual desensitisation over a lot of time, I think it’s also partly in the way it’s presented. Some of the executions bother me because they kind of stop treating the victim of them like a character from the moment it begins. They just become like an object for this twisted, horrifying deathtrap, and something about that really wigs me out. But this scene isn’t like that as much because there’s a lot more focus put on Kaede’s expressions and what she’s going through and how desperately you can tell she’s still trying to survive for as long as possible. And I totally get how a lot of people might find that more disturbing, but I actually personally find it easier to deal with that way. She’s still a character, right up until her last moments.

Even so, yikes. On my first time through I was still teetering on whether I should skip the execution or not, but I told myself I should watch it because I needed to understand exactly what hell Shuichi went through. And, man. Fuck. Ouch.

Shuichi:  (The moment it was over, I felt my legs give out under me.)

No wonder this is his reaction.

Shuichi:  (What I just saw… didn’t feel real. As if all reality had vanished, and the only thing left was a fictional world.)

…Yup. That’s a thing the writers put in there.

Kokichi:  “I… I can’t believe this happened to Kaede… I liked her… s-so… m-muuuuuuch…! WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! KAAAAEEEEEEDDDDEEEEEE!!!!!”

Again with the overacting to be able to tell himself it’s all a lie and he doesn’t really feel anything. Not that he actually did like Kaede all that much – he was never on board with all of her talk about co-operation and was quite happy to be a gigantic manipulative dick to her over the whole tunnel thing. She wasn’t boring, but that doesn’t mean he really cared about her as a person. But on a basic, fundamental level he’s just as horrified as any normal person would be at seeing someone get killed like that, and that’s what he’s trying to lie to himself about.

Monokuma:  “Cuz if human life wasn’t precious, ending it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun!”

I don’t think any of the previous, Junko-driven incarnations of Monokuma ever expressed this sentiment. But this version understands that the whole reason a fictional death is heartbreaking and therefore worth having happen is because people cared about the character who died.

Monokuma:  “There’s no greater joy than witnessing such a display of despair entertainment!”

Really laying the not-really-fourth-wall-breaking on thick here, huh. Is it any wonder Kokichi figures out that this whole thing is being watched?

Kiyo:  “Kehehe… You’ve surpassed psychotic by a wide margin.”

And that’s saying a lot, coming from Kiyo.

Kaito:  “I… I won’t ever forgive you for this! Got that!? I won’t ever forgive you!”

Monokuma:  “Spoken like a marked man!”

Oh, really, Monokuma? Surely you’re aware that Kaito exists to make Shuichi his sidekick and he shouldn’t be getting himself killed until he’s at least started to do that. Although I guess he might also be referring to the fact that Kaito is marked to be killed off sooner or later no matter what happens regarding the murders. Plus, this is the out-universe writers trying to make Kaito look nice and expendable too.

(Also aaaa Kaito being so desperately furious and yet powerless to do anything about it.)

Maki:  “…Do you hate us? If so, have we done something to make you hate us?”

I dunno, Maki, you should be used to the idea that people can do awful things to others without having any particular hatred for them. Although it does make sense that she’d assume someone might hate her specifically, but then that means she’s also assuming everyone else here has secretly done things they might be hated for.

Monokuma:  “He died before his talent could be revealed. If he had lived long enough to reveal it, maybe he could have been more useful…”

You act like you wanted the story to get to the point where Rantaro discovered his talent, and yet the message on his Survivor’s Perk was clearly deliberately setting him up to be this first case’s victim or culprit.

Kokichi:  “Dammit! You may have gotten us this time, but we’ll get you next time! You’ll see!”

This sounds like some kids’ cartoon cliché – which is to say, Kokichi is probably deliberately trying to come across this way to make everyone else realise how ridiculous and foolish their defiance sounds.

Monokuma:  “I have a feeling you’re gonna live for a while.”

Unfortunately for the patience of everyone else who’s going to be stuck with him, but fortunately for the story taking some interesting turns, yes, he is.

Kaito:  “Got it!? I’m gonna punch that grin right off your face. For sure!”

Monokuma:  “Oh, really…? That seems unlikely. I’m pretty sure you won’t live long enough to do that.”

Are you sure, Monokuma? Because I think you’ll find that Kaito ends up living just exactly long enough to do that.

(Space.)

After Monokuma and the cubs leave, everyone is, quite understandably, very lost and downtrodden after what just happened to Kaede. But…

Kaito:  “Aaargh! Shut up! SHUT! UP! You all just need to SHUT UP!!!”

(Kaito’s voice boomed in the air, and the room went silent.)

Kaito:  “Every single one of you… and your meek little complaints… You’re pissing me the hell off!!!”

…of course Kaito can’t just let that be. At the best of times, Kaito will proclaim that it’s not good to spend time moping around and complaining and wallowing in your sadness when you could instead be thinking about what to do to make things better. But right now, Kaito’s just as upset as everyone else, probably second only to Shuichi in how much he’s hurting over this. He’s not thinking clearly enough to be able to turn his pain into something productive and is instead just desperately covering it up with unhealthy reactionary anger. So seeing everyone else still being upset reminds him of how he’s really feeling on the inside and he can’t stand it.

Kaito:  “But the one who’s pissing me off the most… is you, Shuichi! 

And of course Shuichi, who is both being the most upset and has the most reason to be trying to do something about this instead of just moping around, is the one who bothers him more than anyone else.

Can we take a nice long moment to appreciate that in this illustration after Kaito punches Shuichi, Kaito is crying. His anger is a desperate defence mechanism, all right.

Kaito:  “Clench your teeth!”

Keebo:  “Kaito! You are supposed to say that *before* you hit him!”

…Is saying that before punching your friend in the face a common trope in Japanese media, or has Keebo simply seen Gurren Lagann?

Kaito:  “Didn’t you hear what Kaede said!? She said… she believed in you! That she passed her wish on to you! But what the hell’s wrong with you!? You didn’t say a damn thing to Monokuma! You call yourself a man!?!?”

This invocation of manliness is still about the idea of sticking to your convictions and taking responsibility. Kaede passed her wish onto Shuichi, so Shuichi should stand by that and stand up to Monokuma because that’s what Kaede would have wanted him to do.

Of course, it’s not fair of Kaito to be insisting this right now. Shuichi will start to do that, to hold on to Kaede’s wish and try as hard as he can to make a difference even though it’s still difficult for him. He just needs time. Kaito isn’t thinking clearly enough to realise that Shuichi is simply responding to this pain in a different way to him, by retreating into himself instead of lashing out, and that no-one should be expected to be able to stand up and fight back immediately after what they’ve just been through.

Shuichi:  “…”

Kaito:  “…What’s the matter? Say something already. I just hit you! Aren’t you pissed off!? What’s your problem!?”

Usually, Kaito’s powers of empathy are better than this, but right now it seems he’s too upset to comprehend the idea that someone else might react to things differently than how he would. Obviously if somebody punched him in the face he’d be pissed off and respond to it, so Shuichi should be doing that too!

Shuichi probably doesn’t respond not just because he’s in so much pain but also because a large part of him must be thinking that he really isn’t strong enough to carry on Kaede’s wish and that Kaito is right to be angry at him for this. It’s probably just as well he doesn’t say anything. I doubt he could have mustered up the courage to say something that would satisfy Kaito and not just make him angrier, and the less damage Kaito does when he’s not thinking straight like this, the better.

Maki:  “Can we leave now? Staying here will only make us more depressed.”

Meanwhile Maki is resistant enough to horrifying situations full of death that she’s still thinking clearly and can suggest the most pragmatic response to this situation.

Tenko:  “Shuichi… don’t beat yourself up, ‘kay?”

I appreciate these occasional moments of Tenko being kind to Shuichi, genuinely not even seeming to consider that he’s male and just seeing him as a person for once.

Kokichi:  “Yep! Just hit the reset button on your feelings and you’ll feel happy and cheerful in no time!”

I’m sure you’ve had a lot of practice at doing that, Kokichi. Also, way to be a dick to someone who’s going through horrible trauma, good job.

Gonta:  “Let Gonta know if you need his help, okay?”

Regular reminder that Gonta is Good.

Everyone leaves, except Kaito. Kaito seems to have calmed down already – probably having everyone else agree to get some rest and seeing (some of) them be kind to Shuichi made him realise on some level that getting angry and lashing out was not the right thing to do.

So instead he’s already trying to make up for it and help Shuichi by suggesting he go to Kaede’s lab.

Kaito:  “Understand? There’s only one way to get through this awful feeling. No one’s gonna be able to console you if you’re just sitting here alone. If anyone’s gonna help you, it’ll be her… in your memories.”

This whole bit from Kaito really stood out to me on my first time through as being surprisingly sincere and heartfelt coming from him. This surprise was because it was the first time I’d properly seen Kaito being considerate and trying to help someone, not realising that actually this is what Kaito is like literally all of the time and he just hadn’t had much of a chance to show it until now due to Kaede overshadowing him. So I assumed that the only reason he was doing this was because he’d had some kind of personal experience with losing someone close to him, and maybe we’d go on to learn more about whatever he’d been through and have that be a whole big part of his character.

Now, knowing how Kaito is, it’s obvious that he’d say something like this to try and help Shuichi anyway whether he has any personal investment in these kinds of feelings or not. But it still kind of sounds like he might be speaking from experience here, just based on the way he talks about it. The fact that he never mentions what he might have gone through at any later point in the story doesn’t remotely rule out the possibility that such a thing happened, because, well, it’s Kaito. He doesn’t like to talk about his own problems, ever.

So, well, hold this thought. You might already be able to guess where I’m going with this, but I’ll get there in the next chapter.

The full moon outside the window of Kaede’s lab is very fitting, considering what Clair de Lune means.

Shuichi:  “What a magnificent piano… I would have liked to hear her play it… if only just once.”

It’s still such a shame Kaede never got to do this! She totally could have invited people to her lab for a mini-concert! Admittedly, by the time her lab was open, everyone was scattered and divided because of the time limit, but she could still have invited Shuichi (and Kaito and Tenko and at least some others would probably have been happy to join too if they’d known).

Guhhh the image of Kaede playing the piano even though it’s just Shuichi’s imagination.

And just, man, this whole scene. By this point I’ve seen it so many times that it doesn’t make me cry any more, but for the longest time, and especially the first time, it absolutely did.

I also did not realise until I totally messed it up here by waiting too long between lines that, assuming you read the lines at a normal pace with natural pauses between them, this scene is really nicely timed with the music so that it ends just as the song reaches its climax and ending.

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[koukoupepia]

i posted this on twitter but i might as well post this here too, somewhat aimless rambling about the destiny trio in kh3 and how it did them dirty under the cut. beware, its kind of long. kh3 spoilers, obviously

this isn't my thoughts on kh3 as a whole, its more of a kairi/destiny trio rant. this isnt entirely coherent either. god ok im sorry for all the kh3 talk but i dont know how long its going to take me to stop being pissed about what happened with kairi when for a long time they were building her up to be a character who Does Stuff now. she gets her keyblade in kh2! it was revealed she's be joining the 7 guardians in the ddd secret ending! she's talking to yen sid with riku at the end of 0.2! and when we were let down i saw people saying "well, what did you expect? it's square." like its not common knowledge kh doesnt have the best writing but i dont thing its unrealistic to have expected better than THAT. a cardboard cutout who got fridged for manpain. like kairi wasnt always the best character, certainly wasnt very well treated, but i cant believe that fucking kh2 treated her better than kh3 did.

anyway i keep thinking about how it makes me sad that the destiny trio is really not a trio, but also that their relationship progression... doesnt make a lot of sense. when info came out about kh3 having a theme of relationships changing, i wondered if they were actually going to be leaning away from the romance angle (still too much to ask for, but god.) i wondered if sora and kairi were going to realize they weren't as close as they used to be, since they have spent SO much time apart with no contact. and sora and riku continue to be very tight, because every game since kh2 has woven them together like the tightest knit sweater. i like the idea that sora & kairi have puppy crushes on each other in the early games - -in kh1 theyre very sweet. i wouldve been happy with canon sokai if their friendship continued to be as sweet as that. it's kind of interesting how in kh2, when sora sees sally and jack dancing, he imagines himself and kairi dancing together, but it's his current self and a younger kairi, because it's how he last remembers her. at that point he still feels closest to kairi and his relationship with riku is strained.

kh2 changes the dynamic when sora and riku finally reunite and they make up in a very healthy way (catch me crying about the scene on the dark margin, ive never seen two characters mend their relationship in a way that made me cry that much.) sora leaves the islands again, but the scene where kairi regifts the charm she made him after he gives it back is important because it shows that they both have faith that they'll continue to be friends no matter how far apart they are, and they'll find each other again. by Days you see the utter dedication that riku has to sora, he basically treats living a waking nightmare with the single goal to make sure sora wakes up safely as atonement. sora doesnt know the extent of this but you, the audience, do. the series REALLY emphasizes their relationship and their closeness and their dedication to each other, how they support each other in the ways they need. re:coded has the journal decide that riku was the best form to take to protect information about sora's journey. ddd shows riku as the only one fit to dive into sora's heart to wake him up. (and as of kh3 we know that dives to the heart exist in a place where the line between sleep and death is very thin -- aka, riku really risked his whole ass life AGAIN for a CHANCE to wake sora up.) when riku is told he passed the mark of mastery, sora is too busy being happy for him to feel sad for himself.

the relationship between riku and kairi.... is very minimal. but i think it's interesting that in kh1 when maleficent manipulates riku's feelings of jealousy to draw him further into the darkness, he thinks "oh god i have to get kairi. sora can't abandon her, too." i like that in kh2, kairi is able to tell that it's him immediately and she refuses to let him walk away without reuniting him without sora. in kh3 they dont interact at all, its weird as hell. it's like they dont know each other and kairi is sora's friend only.

i was disappointed at the minimal interaction between riku and sora in kh3, and i know that it's partially because this is the first game where their individual goals and motivations dont revolve around each other somehow (sora's goals in this game are all over the place in a bad way but that's a different post) but i was really hoping for a good chat and/or heartfelt moment between them like almost every other game has, since their relationship is probably the backbone of the series. one of the things that irked me about how they treated kairi is that sora actually thinks about riku on multiple occasions throughout the game and wants to talk to him, and the part where he thinks about how riku thought he had to push him away to protect him re: elsa was an "oh shit they really did go there" moment for me. on the other hand sora did not think of or mention kairi even once before their first conversation -- they didnt even have him wonder how she was doing, or wish he could call her, or have anything remind him of her. between the end of kh2 and ddd he and kairi dont interact or contact each other once, because nomura only cares to stick kairi where she can be a romantic prize for sora and doesnt treat her like theyre actually friends.

then the actual first scene they have together is so damn jarring. this was 24 hours into my playthrough of a game that took me ~30 hours to complete. theyre on their usual spot on the paopu tree, kairi points out that riku is by himself, which is not ooc for riku, but when they have her use that moment to pull out a paopu fruit and go "heysoraiwannabetogetherforeversoletssharethese" my reaction was "where did this come from suddenly and why is it happening so fast." theres NO buildup to this scene whatsoever. and then sora's attitude completely changes after that in a really weird way, like kairi is suddenly the Thing That Matters Most when he's never ever acted like one friend meant more to him than another. nomura if you revisited your damn games you'd know sora loves everyone intensely and indiscriminately. when everyone fucking "dies" in front of sora and he's following a light that he calls riku's name to and it turns out to be! surprise! it's kairi for some reason! when i think about it, it hurts a little but i don't know why. i like that she did actually find a way to protect him, but i dont like that it had to be this weird deus ex machina that has no explanation (is this part of kairi's unexplained powers? is this just a plot device?? who knows.)

dont FUCKING get me started on xemnas kidnapping kairi in front of sora and xehanort killing her in front of him in a scene that reduced my enjoyment of the game by a solid 25% because it's BULLSHIT and FRIDGING WOMEN FOR MANPAIN IS SO ORIGINAL AND NOT CHOCK-FULL O' MISOGYNY.

sora saying kairi's the reason for his whole journey is blatantly not true (ATTENTION NOMURA REVISIT YOUR FUCKING WRITING) so he should go look for her alone while riku is standing right fucking there and riku just. lets him go??? like kairi's not his friend too??? what the fuck??? the last scene where it pans up the paopu tree to kairi and sora holding hands and sora fades away while everyone else, including riku, is just having a good time???? what the fuck???? you know sora /would/ drop everything to go save a friend but i dont like that suddenly he acts like kairi outweighs every other person in his life simply because theres some romantic interest there. with someone he was never written to have an actual relationship with. in a game about friendship. and like, shipping aside, sora and riku have one of the most SOLID friendships ive seen in any media and riku just gets ejected out of his own damn trio because of a hamfisted romance AAAAA

in conclusion: Not My Destiny Trio

[nellygwyn]

Harlots Season 2, Episode 1 & 2, thoughts

I watched the first two episodes of Harlots Season 2 and the main thought going through my mind is ‘AAAAA EVERYTHING HAPPENS SO MUCH” but here are a list of more specific and lucid thoughts. SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT: 

Episode 1

Characters we don’t seem to have anymore: Marie-Louise (she’s left, leaving Mags £50 out of pocket), Betsy, Daniel Marney. There are a plethora of new characters, though, 

Justice Josiah Hunt is a REALLY interesting new character to me. He genuinely thinks he is doing good and occasionally, he had periods of sympathy and reason (re: when he spoke to Lydia Quigley about the violated, mutilated body of a girl found a few nights earlier). However, in the next breath, he is having Violet branded and potentially transported for stealing a tiny amount of money from a notorious drunkard. @marieduplessis and I were discussing that he may be based on Henry Fielding who was not completely devoid of true morality, but he certainly was no saint. 

Speaking of both Lydia and Violet, the episode begins with them both being thrown in jail. Violet is to be transported, though Amelia is intervening for her, and Lydia faces the House of Correction if she fails to pay her fine. However, Mags and Nancy were accidentally present during Lydia’s sentencing and Mags declared she was a kidnapper and responsible for many rapes.....so now she and Nancy are trying to prove their accusation to send Lydia to the gallows. Lydia, meanwhile, contacts all her “friends” (I say this loosely considering the only reason she has them in her grasp is because she blackmails them with their own secrets) in the aristocracy to help get her out of her predicament. This is where Lady Isabella Fitzwilliam, as well as Lord Fallon, come in. I liked this touch as bawds often had friends in high places to bail them out. 

Violet’s storyline thus far is reminding me of Moll Flanders, though in Moll’s case, she was sent to the gallows for her petty theft. 

I LOVE Charlotte and Lady Fitz’s budding relationship. It wasn’t much in this episode, which is fine, I think Lady Fitz should remain a background character, but their conversation was cool. I think Lady Fitz likes her a lot. And I do actually think Lady Fitz is heavily based on Georgiana Cavendish, because not only is she potentially going to be sapphic, but she has major issues with gambling. 

Lady Fitz has very specific problems of her own, mostly concerning the fact her brother (her CREEPY brother, so I hope this doesn’t turn into an incest storyline) holds the purse strings on her own fortune. Also, Liv Tyler’s English accent is really good. She lives here with her husband and kids now so that probably explains it. I can hardly tell she isn’t British. 

I HATE that Mags and Will have broken up. I’m tender about break ups right now anyway, but I also feel it was a little bit....ooc for Mags to be so jealous of Harriet. Harriet and Will, of course, have no sort of romance at all but Mags seemed to believe they did which didn’t seem Very Her. She’s too confident in herself??? Of course, this was a last straw for Will; he has been maligned by Mags before. I hope they get back together. Poor little Jacob didn’t want his dad to go. 

EMILY LACEY AND CHARLIE!!!! Emily seems to want to testify against Lydia but she wants to keep it from Charlie. God, they have such a cool relationship. They just love to have fun. I thought it was hilarious, too, when they came across Lydia’s dildo in her private things. 

I love Charlotte Wells so much. I have such a strong affinity to her, especially now that she’s really going it alone. She’s so iconic. Makes me tres emosh to see her on screen, I feel like I’m being represented. 

Lucy is still around and I’m excited to see how her storyline progresses. She doesn’t feature super heavily in episode 1, though I do have to comment on two things. 1) I loved her conversation with Will, where she said “I know you didn’t fuck Harriet” and he said “Coarseness doesn’t look well on you,” which is true as I think a lot of Lucy’s bravado is a front. 2) She’s started wearing sackback dresses now which is AMAZING. Love these new fashion choices. 

MAJOR SPOILER: Lord Fallon (and the Spartans, presumably) murdered Kitty. Took her to Ranelagh Pleasure Gardens instead of taking Lucy, probably raped her (which is so sad considering what she told Lucy about how she lost her virginity in the first place), and then dumped her dead body on Mags’ doorstop for Fanny to find. I am DISGUSTED. 

“Historical advisor: Hallie Rubenhold“ DOUBT 

Episode 2

Opening the episode with Mags sewing up Kitty’s slit throat was so.....powerful. What a symbol of all the sex workers who did die and do die at the hands of clients in brutal, degrading ways.  

Fanny is so angry and I feel it. She’s even starting to see through Armitage’s façade of being nice to her but not very kind to other women. When he told her that Kitty was just another dead street girl, her lividness was palpable. I hope she gets some justice, Kitty was like a sister to her. 

Amelia helping Violet is sweet, of course, but I don’t know how I feel about her suggestion to Josiah Hunt, that Violet should work for him instead of facing slavery in the Colonies. I know Amelia means Violet to become Josiah’s maid, rather than a slave, which is infinitely better but........Don’t Trust Like That (especially since, if Violet tries to leave Hunt’s employ, she’s just gonna be sent right back to prison). Amelia means so much good though. I love her. She uses Christianity the right way.

Lydia’s out of jail, since Charlotte came to pay her fine, and she’s not impressed by Charlie and Emily’s behaviour in her house whilst she was locked up. In this scene, she calls Charlotte her true heir. I wonder how furious she’s going to be when she finds out that Charlotte is actually working to bring her down, in the same way everyone else is.

“She was guilty.....of being poor. The worst crime you can commit!” 

“There’s no evidence strong enough to condemn a white wig. And none too weak to hang a whore”

To be honest, I am loving this growing class consciousness!!!!

I hate Lord Fallon, I hate Lydia Quigley, I hate all their rich friends who love murder and kidnap and rape. I hate them all!

Nancy, poor Nancy...her anger at Kitty’s death leads her to go up against the law and in return, she faces a public whipping. I think this is one of the worst punishments, other than being tied to the pillory post, in 18th century England.

I think Lucy is suspicious of Lord Fallon, at least a little bit so I’m not sure EXACTLY why she’s trying to catch him as a keeper. Maybe she thinks his money outweighs his creepiness, especially since she sends the money he gives her as a kind of deposit to Kitty’s daughter. 

There’s a lovely scene near the end of the episode where Florence and Amelia take some soup with Mags, Fanny and Lucy at Mags’ house. Florence makes a comment about Kitty’s “ungodly gash” (meaning her slit throat) and everyone, including Florence, starts to laugh at the unplanned double entendre. Was so lovely.

So, we know Lydia is a creep and has some kind of hold over anywhere who comes under her spell but I genuinely hope Charlotte doesn’t become tied up in the web. I know she’s planning to take her down but Lydia still seems to be running rings around her.....maybe Charlotte feels wanted and needed for the first time in her life. Which I get. But Do! Not! Trust! Lydia! Quigley! 

Emily is starting up her “House of Exotics.” Harriet is her first girl, I think she’s going to have a new character, Cherry Dorrington, in there too (who is a little person). Plus, there is a new black sex worker, but I don’t know her name yet, so I reckon she will also be living there. How exciting! I hope we get a few more women who aren’t white and/or able-bodied because of this. 

For anyone wondering: here is where I watched Episode 1, and here is where I watched Episode 2. 

[onenettvchannel]

#OneNETnewsInvestigates: American Netizens & Bashers are Boycotting the Nintendo for Skipping All the Independent Games and Caring for Super Smash Bros. Ultimate

KYOTO, JAPAN -- A partner showcase presentation of Nintendo Direct Mini was not in good shape for the bashers around last Thursday at 10am (Eastern local time) for skipping all the Indie Games (which affects the Undertale and Jackbox Games). Miko Kubota (Radyo Patrol #20's Veteran Reporter) was on the scene for our Investigation to OneNETnews.

In case you're wondering on both of these... What is Nintendo, Nintendo Direct & Indie Games? According to the information database from Wikipedia, "Nintendo Co. Ltd. is a Japanese multinational consumer electronics & video game company headquartered in Kyoto City. The company was founded in 1889 as Nintendo Karuta by craftsman Fusajiro Yamauchi and originally produced handmade hanafuda playing cards. After venturing into various lines of business during the 1960s and acquiring a legal status as a public company under the current company name, Nintendo distributed its first video game console, the Color TV-Game, in 1977. It gained international recognition with the release of the Nintendo Entertainment System in 1985".

On the other hand adds, "Nintendo Direct is a series of online presentation or live shows produced by Nintendo, where information regarding the company's content or franchises is presented, such as information about games and consoles. The presentations began in Japan and North America with the first edition on October 2011. While a shorter version of the main type of Nintendo Direct that showcases information about software and hardware across all Nintendo platforms. There is also a separate vertent of this type of Nintendo Direct, named Nintendo Direct Mini: Partner Showcase that feature games from Nintendo's developing and publishing partners".

And for the Independent Games however... "An independent video game or indie game is a video game typically created by individuals or smaller development teams without the financial and technical support of a large game publisher, in contrast to most (triple-A) games".

#NintendoDirectMini: Partner Showcase | September 2020https://t.co/Nfzd8zXfzF

— Nintendo of America (@NintendoAmerica) September 17, 2020

Just a few hours before the Partner Showcase, these bashers are deadly unhealthy. This happens before...

Yeah, I hate how nintendo fans begging for more newer nintendo games like Mario anniversary collection for example, than indie games and Third party games treatment which is don’t care about.

— Mat 💫 (@Iczer07) September 1, 2020

personally im skipping these partner showcases and staying uninformed about anything announced in them until Nintendo at least stops calling these streams Direct Minis

— snakehugz (@snakehugz) September 16, 2020

calling these filler streams "Direct Minis" tarnishes the reputation of the Nintendo Direct, please stop referring to it as if it is an actual Direct or Direct Mini

— snakehugz (@snakehugz) September 16, 2020

Nintendo fans thinking smash will be in the mini direct pic.twitter.com/tHiYRjbIhQ

— reyn time (@blackwidow2234) September 16, 2020

Really, Nintendo? Another partner showcase? If this is what you think of your fans, this is what I think of you. pic.twitter.com/QjYFG60Pql

— robothing (@MarioToenails) September 16, 2020

I'm not, and I'd say the same for indies who don't deserve the hate they've got in the last days. I'm just arguing that these last non-first party showcases had a bad timing. It doesn't help on anything with Nintendo's eternal silence.

— DoE (@DevilOfEdginess) August 27, 2020

i canot bleieve nbtendo didn’t give me my mario 64 remastered revengEan e at the indie game showcase!!!!!!!!!! fuck u nintendo idiot sitpid AAAAA AI HATE NINRENDOahahahaaaaaaa stipud idiot ocompany!!!!! pic.twitter.com/HJ5QxJ7qNU

— mindfloww (@mindfloww_) August 19, 2020

And after.

Example: Smashers LOVE to hate nintendo for every decision in any smash game. But then completely ignore or make fun of indie platform fighters. They'll go to great distances to play like....project m, or melee on an emulator. But won't touch Icons, Brawlout, or RoA.

— Jamison (@Ggjeed) July 22, 2020

>Nintendo indie direct >No smash announcement Wow Nintendo do you just like hate money or something? fuck you Nintendo, I'm never purchasing another game from you for the next 26 seconds you hate your fans and you just lost another one

— |VRG| Rusty! (@JohnExodiaWick) March 17, 2020

To be quite honest, I kinda hate watching #NintendoDirectMini and #NintendoDirect because it's usually filled with a lot of toxic fans who hate it even if it has FANTASTIC announcements because "Duh, no Smash means bad Direct, duh."

— Yaboichipsahoy (@YaBoiCh43658878) September 17, 2020

I'm unfollowing #Nintendo twitter. The past 6 months have been nothing but hate against Nintendo, and they had me convinced Nintendo was really doing us wrong. After today's #NintendoDirect, I know they just take their time and do it right.

— Tanishq Kancharla (@moonriseTK) September 3, 2020

STILL NO HOTEL MARIO ON SWITCH??? IM DONE FUCK YOU @NintendoAmerica #Nintendo #NintendoDirect I HATE YOU. THIS IS YOUR OWN FAULT I AM NEVER BUYING NINTENDO AGAIN NO ONE CARES ABOUT 3D MARIO!!!' pic.twitter.com/Xbp4pOuQfg

— lucia ⛓ (@GDDR6X) September 3, 2020

Just a thought, but gaming fans should either A. Appreciate the indie titles that get announced and find the ones that look fun to them OR B. STFU 🤷🏼‍♂️#NintendoDirect pic.twitter.com/VdPwJKP3XC

— 𝔻 𝕒 𝕧 𝕚 𝕕 𝔾 𝕚 𝕝 𝕥 𝕚 𝕟 𝕒 𝕟 (@DaGiltyMan) August 26, 2020

Another crappy showcase. Great job Nintendo. You're the king when it comes to crappy showcases

— Robyn Wolph (@LegendOfZelda77) September 17, 2020

Worst direct ever, there wasnt even a reveal for the rest of the smash dlc 2, botw 2, splatoon 3, super mario galaxy 3, not even smash dlc 3 and 4 😡😡

— Dnamssdup (@DnaDan6) September 17, 2020

THERE WILL NOT BE SMASH BROTHERS IN THIS DIRECT!

— Jaedon Daniels | SirPeelz (@JaedonDaniels1) September 17, 2020

Nintendo: We're going to showcase titles from our developing partners. Twitter: BOTW 2! Every Smash Reveal! PRIME 4!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's like you people can't read.

— Stormageddon222 (@Stormageddon222) September 17, 2020

Most of these reveals are old ones so that’s a bit shitty to do to us. 2.5/10

— Jaxon Skye (@WiiMusicDevil) September 17, 2020

These tweets are subject for boycotting with the honest shameless retards at the moment, in skipping all the Independent Games and caring for Super Smash Bros. Ultimate.

I hate indie games, leave that for Nintendo’s man!

— Jigen (@yesdimeji) September 16, 2020

Imagine being an indie game developer and working hard on your game for it to be released in the switch. And you have to deal with hate from nintendo fanboys just because you aren't a direct or new smash bros character. Atleast try their games out before assuming its bad. pic.twitter.com/8IqS6VH3RY

— 🖤Andrea Chan🖤 (@real_andreachan) August 31, 2020

I hate Nintendo fans. Count the indies & third parties in 2020 just like the 2017 image, or fuck off with your inaccurate comparison that you're posting just for clout. https://t.co/XTWYOrvL1n

— Billy (@Billybae10K) August 22, 2020

"WHERE WAS SMASH!?!?! I HATE NINTENDO!". Not everything has to be about Smash DLC and stuff like that. Just be happy with what we get. If you can't do that, then just don't watch the Indie and Third Party directs.

— Ruby (@ruby52986) August 26, 2020

YOU MEAN THERE ISNT GOING TO BE 10 NEW MARIO GAMES ANNOUNCED?!? WHAT ABOUT SMASH >:(((TYPICAL NINTENDO, TAKING THEIR TIME AS USUAL. GOD I HATE NINTENDO. I HAVE HIGH EXPECTATIONS FOR THIS DIRECT, AND THE FACT THEY MISSPELLED NINTENDO AS "INDIE" SHOWS THAT THIS DIRECT IS GONNA SUCK https://t.co/Aq7MUIUifG

— Cryptik (@PhantomCryptik) August 17, 2020

I understand why people are upset about the absence of a full #NintendoDirect but the Mini Partner Directs and the Indie Worlds are allowing the third party games to have room to flourish while Nintendo just relaxes and rides the #AnimalCrossingNewHorizions wave.

— Stephen C (@theday) August 26, 2020

You are funny. I imagine you do the same to every person you find that has a different opinion than you. I did not started this conversation to insult you nor boycott or call you a faggot. I just been incredibly underwhelmed with Nintendo recently.

— Hollowboy (@Koukunari) September 17, 2020

SHUT UP THE GAMES RUINED IM NOT BUYING IT BOYCOTT NINTENDO HHH!!!!1!!!1!!!!!

— sour (@sour_yoshi) September 16, 2020

How dare Nintendo draw a red circle around Mario's sexy mustache BOYCOTT THIS FUCKING GAME!!!!! https://t.co/ynnZk8BU3g

— Ελευθερία ή Θάνατος (@TheCutePyro) September 16, 2020

Sucks huh? Hahaha Nintendo fans should boycott this game and play Devil May Cry 2 (Now available on the Nintendo Switch) instead. pic.twitter.com/2n6b0pXzkT

— shhhh (@terukhoe) September 15, 2020

Mfw the entire internet tells me that Mario 3D All Stars is an absolute rip off with a stupid selling window and that I should boycott Nintendo for it pic.twitter.com/gACXQFJBHe

— Alek (@Trail_txt) September 13, 2020

#BoycottZelda #BoycottNintendo #STOPPERREO https://t.co/SUsGYyWNw9

— Маrshall [#AviciiForever ] ◢◤/⚫⚫⚫ #CowboyBebop20th (@MarshalAfterAll) September 11, 2020

Although this happens for Undertale & Jackbox Games are up for boycotting issue on Nintendo.

DON'T GET THE "UNDERTALE" OR "DELTARUNE" THEY WILL GIVE YOU THE COVID Their made by Toby "Radiation" Fox, yes you read that right, the same radiation as 5G!! BOYCOTT UNDERTALE NOW!

— Thomas (@thomasnet_mc) May 2, 2020

Why not cancel @tobyfox ? And boycott undertale while we are at it pic.twitter.com/Yq4sAeOyx1

— Angel Simp Ara (@karikoritene) August 29, 2019

were playing 1 of the jackbox games n i hate this 1

— 🍔 cheese 🌻 erasermic brainrot (@GargoyleHouse69) September 5, 2020

After however many months in quarantine I truly, from the bottom of my heart, hate Jackbox games. I cannot stress this enough.

— Katie Burke (@senicRTKate) July 24, 2020

ALL MY IRLS ARE BORING MEANING THERE IS NO WAY RHEY WOULD GET JACKBOX GAMES HATE IT HERE

— strawberry 🍓 ophie month (@loonacatgirIs) June 25, 2020

NOBODY EVER WANTS TO PLAY THE DRAWING JACKBOX GAMES AND I HATE IT

— Rinzy 🖌️🖋️ 💙 (@RinzyArt) March 25, 2020

The Jackbox games are fun. The Jackbox community is hot garbage. Your experience is a cut of the same cloth from every Jackbox stream I've seen. Inevitably, some shithead will drop in and ruin the fun for everyone. I hate people sometimes.

— G O Λ T S (@lordofgoats_) October 7, 2019

We speak with Justin Smith (@JBN029) on Twitter's Direct Message (a small affiliate from YouTube Gaming) told exclusively to OneNETnews for this response:

Basher tweets are close to unfair for boycotting all the Nintendo products and games with the Hate Speech in a political way. His private response that only handles for the Hardcore fans of Nintendo with the newest games today. That doesn't mean the company of Nintendo has no shame to do and forced to shut down originally in Japan and worldwide.

Nintendo does not have a comment to OneNETnews as unfornate but... No apologies was made for this controversy at the Nintendo Direct Mini's partner showcase except for the hidden voiceover to The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, takes over to Monster Hunter Stories 2.

Special Thanks to DJ Unikitty (formerly ColeThePony from Canada) for sending us a news tip.

SOURCE: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nintendo https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nintendo_Direct https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCvCod83ilJ3jwkkOxSS8yNw/about?disable_polymer=1 https://www.shacknews.com/article/120427/monster-hunter-stories-2-wings-of-ruin-will-let-us-befriend-rathalos-on-switch-in-2021

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