#a new chance to conquer Earth

[rayfishandchips]

AAAAAAAh Orion

ok that's my entire reaction to the end of tfp season 1 I will resume to screaming in silence

[trh0d3s]

Manager in the making!

Part1! After the prologue 😈

Saja boys x human manager reader

The morning light floods the living room waking you up from a good ass dream you were having… it was definitely not world domination via conquering the agency and kicking bobmagatron 2000 the man child in the face! No…Definitely not...

The regrets of last night’s fridge raid hitting your stomach and your wallet.

You sit up on your couch kicking a half empty can of soda that was dangerously close to your foot onto the floor.…on your phone! “ah shit-“Cursing more awake than ever you throw your blanket on the wet spot trying dry up where it got on your phone. This happened once but with grape juice and you missed a call from an employer which ended up getting you fired and passing your opportunity to someone else. Picking up the precious object with your poor blanket checking over it before turning it on. A sigh of relief it still works! Ok, maybe it’s still broken cause that can’t be a reply to one of your ads…?

You walk to the kitchen in your one-bedroom apartment eyes glued to the screen in both shock and horror mindlessly bumping into the chairs and small dining table to make it to the coffee maker. It was from craigslist…the one you hesitating to put up, you heard the stories from there and REALY don’t want to manage some kink or underground drug ring...

It’s all you got right now so if it’s something weird just turn tail and run! Maybe report to the police too if it’s the drug ring route. You punch in the buttons for the coffee to start brewing not too keen on drinking 2-day old coffee you left on a hurry to a company meet and greet.

Fromk:Xx//Demonboy//xx@gmal.com

To:._____________@gmal.com

Subject: We need a manager

We have looked at your skills and are willing to pay a set price of your choosing for your skills to manage our start up boy band.

The mug misses your mouth reading through the email. Boy band? Was expecting something off from craigslist also what is up with that email? I know I was 13 once but as a professional email…?

This boy band consists of 5 members you won’t need to worry about money whatever you need or want will be given to you. If you agree meet us at this location/_________/ at 12pm.

Very vague and mysterious… that place is only a couple blocks down, a small square with various food stands around. Popular spot for weekends and popups. ”Weird…bit at least its public” You mumble mid sip at your coffee, looking at the time 11.:40…OK YOU WILL QUESTION THIS LATER. Dumping your drink in the sink you rush to your room to get dressed something professional casual for a good first impression. This might be potential kidnapping but if the off chance it isn’t you have to be ready to wow to dazzle and get that bank! Cleaning up your living room will be held off for later, you shove your feet into your shoes grabbing you keys and phone. This might be your chance! (What do you think of that L this is my perfect victory-! I mean who said that!?)

The walk to small square was short but loud everyone was buzzing about the new single that dropped last night. Thought the girls were supposed to go on break before the idol’s awards? Guess if you love your craft every break is too long.  Screens showing the countdown passed you, people huddling together on their phone staring at the screen with mumbles and squeals of excitement.  

Ok what would a group of boy band wannabes look like? Dressed to the nines or playing it lowkey? You pass a empty alley that branched off to only one shop the smell of earth and herbs making its way to where you were. Weird I don’t see a group of 5 waiting for me? Can’t expect them to hold a sign to pinpoint where they though...

“If this is a scam and someone is playing with me, I’m punching someone” Mumbled under your breath scanning the crowd, is it me or wasn’t there light behind me? I look off my phone in front of me what used to be the sun was blocked off by a wall...? “What the…he-Ack“ You were pulled into the same empty alley you passed with a yelp two hands tugging you in by the shoulders. A slender finger twirls you into a dip the two hands prior long gone you were going to fall but it was misdirected to…. this?!

You open your eyes to a jaw dropping sight a clear face looking down at you with no expression before pulling you back up your feet with a smirk. Like he was playing with you, amusement to your reactions shown on his face. Grabbing your bearings against the stone wall beside you the wall that was blocking the sun was actually....5 HOT MEN?!

Maybe you weren’t being lied to and craigslist decided to bless you with something not weird and dangerous! Your awestruck staring was cut off by what looked to be the leader stepping forward. “Your _____ right? Accepted my proposal as manager?” His voice was smooth and fluid like liquid like he was nudging you into the direction he wanted.

“Ah yes that’s me! Are you…” You look back to your phone to read out his email receipt. “xxDemon boy xx?...” Voice unsure to even be saying that aloud. He coughs into his fist slightly embarrassed as the rest of his group look at him in pure bewilderment or is it something else? The baby faced one of the group was just dead-on staring at him.

“yes… That’s me. But forget that my names Jinu” He cuts into the silence before addressing the boys behind him like they rehearsed this. “Abbey” At his name the man with short pink hair and very much not fitting shirt stepped forward striking a pose…How is he that big did he eat the other idols in training?  His shirt looked like it was about to break at the seams if he strikes another pose. Your eyes make their way down his form honing in on the 8 pack he’s showing off with zero shame.

Someone else stepped in front of him big heart shaped pink hair striking a pose before blowing a kiss in your direction. “Romance” Jinus voice behind you placing a hand on your shoulder momentarily distracting you as a blue hair enters your vision staring you down with a cool nonchalant look. “Baby” Ok little on the nose with these names…he just gives you a nod eyes set on a bored expression brushing his blue hair out of his eyes. “and that’s mystery” Jinu turns your attention to the last one in the group grey hair in his face covering his eyes but it felt like he was staring into your soul…

Was he growling or is that you thinking crazy with these majestic men around you? Jinu spins you around to face him as abbey holds mystery back from baring his teeth. “We are the Saja boys” This boy strikes his own pose before straightening up smoothing his shirt over. “And you will be our manager, yes?”

You can’t help but blink at them before going into professional mode, turning a complete 360, you can see the potential now. You are going to skyrocket these men!  “What type of boy band are you? What music are you aiming for? Synthpop, dance rock, artpunk? Y'all do seem the type for bubblegum pop.” You start shooting out different genres of music found in Kop in rapid fire. It surprises them how fast you can switch into the manager persona your destined to be. You start walking around the boys, analyzing them, stopping in front of mystery to stare at the mass of hair where his eyes are supposed to be, before moving on with a hum of approval.

Before Jinu can reply you raise a hand shutting him up already making the loop around the 5 freakishly tall and handsome men.  “I can work with this. Ok, I accept your offer I will be your manager” you say triumphally arms crossing over your chest with a proud grin on your face. This is your big break! Nothing will stop you from getting this boyband into top five! Bob won’t see what’s coming! Mischievous giggling erupts from you as you plot silently in your mind the proud grin turning smug.

“Really? You can’t take it back now you know” Jinu voices from beyond your plotting pulling up a paper from somewhere behind his back for you to sign you don’t think too much of it. Not batting an eye at the way it shimmered or seem to come from nowhere too lost in the fantasy of recognition from the agency that failed, you sign it on the dotted line.

“We want to debut tomorrow” Ok, that snaps you out of your daydreams the contract long gone.

“Tomorrow?!” You cough out face molding into to shock the boys could only smile at your thoughtlessness. You ran in headfirst at the first opportunity given to you common for humans, and they know that.

“Yea tomorrow or can our wonderful manager not do it?” Abby butts in, smugness lacing his words as he stepped forward pulling the arms crossed behind his head move. Was he trying to intimidate you with his muscles?

“Can’t be too hard for you right? Oh, amazing manager” This time it was baby that stole your attention eyes lidded with that same grin everyone was sporting, eyes no longer bored but focused directly on you. He leaned on mystery who continued to stare into your existence with a blank face that slowly turned into that same fucking smile!

You’re probably going to regret this in the long haul. Who fucking cares you’re going to live your dream! You’re going to make them the next face of Korea. No, the entire world!

You look at your phone to check the time before nodding and thinking, “I can work with 24 hours, give or take.” Yeah, nothing is going to stop this manager in the making!

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

Extra: :9

[22ayla21]

Imagine Amphoreus men who's very close to reader (and is secretly inlove hoho) but because of an incident that happen they thought they lost reader before they even had a chance to confess, but they suddenly came back, very much alive!

I was thinking about reader as part of kremnoan detachment to mydei's, then a childhood friend from aedes elysiae to phainon's and someone from the grove to anaxa (you can easily tell which incident i was talking about here hehe)

That's all thank you!

The Return of a Ghost from the Past

He thought he had lost her before he could even confess, but years later, he found her alive and well.

The rain poured as if the sky was weeping for those long taken by war. Mydei stood on the edge of Okhema, watching his people slowly settle into their new home. Kremnos was left behind—along with its bloody traditions and shadows of the past. But the shadows of the past never truly go away.

He pulled up the hood of his cloak, hiding his face from the wind, and headed down the winding streets, where the scent of fresh wood and wet earth still lingered. Okhema was different—warm, full of life, unlike the harsh Kremnos. Here, no one feared each other, no one plotted for power.

And yet, even here, in a foreign land, his past found him.

Her voice echoed like a long-gone day.

"I never thought I'd meet you here, Mydei."

He froze. That voice. Clear, ringing, but imbued with the same weariness as his own. He slowly turned around.

She stood before him—as defiant as ever. The face he remembered in minute detail had changed slightly—sharper cheekbones, scars that weren't there before. But the eyes... Those same eyes that once looked at him with the confidence of a comrade, and then disappeared in the bloody chaos of war.

"...You're dead," he breathed, unable to find other words. She smirked, crossing her arms.

"As you can see, I'm not."

Years of training, iron self-control—all vanished in an instant. He stepped forward but froze, unsure if he had the right to touch her.

"I... I looked for you. I mourned you."

"And I survived," her voice softened. "I woke up among strangers, weak, with no memory. I returned to life—but not the one I had."

Mydei clenched his fists. He wanted to ask why she hadn't looked for him. Why she hadn't come. Why she left him in the dark. But he knew the answer. War left no room for farewells.

"I should have told you... back then," he looked up at her. "I loved you."

She froze, then smiled—softly, sadly.

"I know."

Mydei took a step closer, and this time she didn't pull away.

Anaxa always considered himself a man of logic, but even logic couldn't help him accept the loss. She disappeared the day the Dark Current engulfed everything. Many scholars were scattered, and he was left among the survivors, not even able to reach her. He thought he had lost her forever.

He never got to tell her.

Now, some time later, he and the remaining scholars lived in Okhema—a new home, a refuge after the fall of the Grove of Muses. The world was no longer the same, but they tried to live on as best they could. Anaxa immersed himself in research, allowing himself to believe that reason would conquer chaos.

But, as it turned out, fate had something more than cold acceptance in store for him.

He saw her by chance.

That day, he was walking through the market stalls of Okhema, lost in thought. And suddenly, his gaze caught a familiar silhouette. Hair, gait, even the habit of lightly touching her chin when she was thinking.

It's impossible.

But his body moved faster than his mind.

"…You…" The words caught in his throat. She turned around.

In that moment, his whole world seemed to freeze. Her eyes widened, and her face reflected shock.

"Anaxa?"

That voice. So alive, so real.

And he didn't think anymore. He didn't analyze, didn't look for a logical explanation. He just stepped forward and hugged her tightly, not giving her a second to disappear again.

She froze in his arms before returning the embrace.

"I thought you were…" she swallowed.

"And I thought I had lost you," his voice was hoarse, barely holding back too many emotions. "How? How did you survive?"

She pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes.

"It's a long story. I... I fell into a rift. I woke up far from where the Dark Current caught us. I was found and cared for... but there was no way back. Until I found my way to Okhema."

She spoke, but he barely heard the words. Because the only thing that mattered was that she was here. Alive.

He looked at her, and only one question spun in his head: should he tell her now? He had carried it inside for so many years, allowing time and loss to extinguish the fire that once burned in his chest. But now that fire burned brighter than ever. And he wasn't going to lose her again.

Phainon never forgot her.

Memories of childhood, of the village of Aedes Elysiae, where he grew up under the care of his grandparents, were warm but also filled with pain. Because on the day the Dark Current fell upon his home, he lost everything. He lost his family, he lost Cyrena... and he lost her.

She was his friend, the one he shared his dreams with, the one who laughed at his antics and supported him when he stumbled. He never got to tell her how he felt. He thought he had his whole life ahead of him, but fate decreed otherwise.

When he became The Chrysos Heir, his heart didn't let go of the pain of loss. He vowed to cleanse this world of the threat that took his home and loved ones. He saw darkness, burned it with the light of his will... but the past could not be returned.

And then, in Okhema, he saw her.

Amidst the human bustle, somewhere in the distance, for just a second, he noticed a familiar silhouette. Phainon stopped. His heart skipped a beat.

No... impossible...

He couldn't help but follow her. He pushed through the crowd, not caring about the path, ignoring those around him. His mind screamed that it was a mistake, that it was just a trick of his consciousness, which had been searching for her face among strangers for so many years.

But when he was close, when her eyes met his... the world froze.

"You..."

She had changed, matured, but her gaze was the same. She looked at him first with confusion, then her eyes widened in shock.

"Phainon?"

He couldn't speak. His throat was dry. It was unreal, impossible.

"But how... You... you're alive?"

She stepped towards him, and he, as if in a trance, reached out, afraid it was an illusion, that she would dissolve like all his dreams. But her fingers touched his, warm, real.

"I thought I had lost you..." his voice was hoarse, full of emotions he had been trying to suppress all these years. She shuddered, and her lips trembled into a smile.

"And I thought I had lost you..."

They stood there, amidst the noisy city, not hearing a single sound around them. Years had passed, but they still remembered each other. And perhaps now he would have a chance to say what he never got to say back then.

[hoziersleftear]

Damian Al-Ghul Wayne who has literally no concept of love outside his parents’ very complicated relationship.

Damian has no concept of sexuality because that stuff never mattered in the LoA. In fact attachments such as love were seen as a weakness; something to hinder his assassin skills.

When Damian first arrives at Wayne Manor he believes he’s being tested because why on Earth are these people so enthusiastic??? Eventually Damian grows and learns to recognise familial love, but he still doesn’t know romantic love or anything about sexuality.

At a gala some rich socialites encourage their daughters to go speak with the only blood son of WE who they’re sure will be the heir. Damian is very uncomfortable when a flock of girls his age are following him throughout the gala like he’s the most interesting thing to cross their paths. They’re batting their eyelashes and asking him to do things he’s sure they could do on their own and he couldn’t be more frustrated by the incompetence.

The other Waynes find it hilarious to watch Damian resist the urge to start fighting the girls off in one to ten combat.

While Damian is worried thinking about why those girl could possibly want his attention so desperately he can’t help but feel a warmth in his chest whenever he sees Jon. Each time they hang out Damian can recognise that he feels differently for Jon than he does for family or anyone in the JL.

It isn’t until Tim comes out to the family that Damian learns what sexuality even is. He’s had no reference outside his mother and father who couldn’t be a worse example of a romantic relationship. He doesn’t ask any questions despite his curiosity because why would he let Drake know something about him that even he wasn’t fully sure about.

With weeks of contemplation Damian reaches the conclusion that there is maybe a chance he has what one would call a “crush” on Jon. This isn’t a bad thing in his mind, just something that has occurred. He’s pushing past years of abuse surrounding his upbringing and believes that his clouded view of love is just one more thing to conquer.

Again, Damian had no reference for sexuality up until Tim came out and therefore no concept of homophobia. He doesn’t know these feelings aren’t socially acceptable, he just knows the League would disapprove of him liking Jon as much as they’d disapprove of him liking any of those girls from the galas.

When Damian decides to come out to Jon and confess his feelings he doesn’t plan on it going anywhere but he also doesn’t see a point in hiding this from his best friend. It isn’t until Jon is hugging him and confessing his shared feelings and how he was scared Damian was homophobic that Damian even hears that word. He asks what “homophobic” means because yes he understands word parts but the concept is new.

Jon is clueless until Damian’s pulling away from the hug and asking what that word means. Only then does he realize that Damian had quite literally no fear in his confession. It’s then that Jon takes it upon himself to grab his brother so he and Kon can teach Damian everything there is to know about being queer.

[gguk-n]

I Wish (Andrea Kimi Antonelli x Reader)

Series Masterlist

Y/N and Kimi didn't remember a time where they didn't know each other. Kimi wondered what his life would be like without Y/N in it, since she was the one who brought all the happiness and cheer into it. Kimi found himself looking, more so staring at her as he felt his heart flutter.

His friends would tease him; Ollie took it upon himself to remind him about how obvious he was being; which made him wonder. Did Y/N know? Did she purposely ignore him and his feelings? Or was he thinking too much into it?

Kimi thought about what it would be like to date her, what they would do and where they would go. He would spend most of his free time planning elaborate dates in his head. He was preparing himself, to tell her. He could only hope that she would feel the same.

Kimi had started his first year as a Formula One driver, which meant more races and more gruelling sessions. But with Y/N beside him, he felt like he could conquer the world. He was working hard and trying to make his family and more importantly Y/N proud.

It was also during this time that Kimi started to notice how Y/N was learning Portuguese. He found her in Kick Sauber's hospitality whenever he couldn't find her. She had started to become secretive and it felt like she was hiding something from him.

Kimi couldn't focus on anything but the growing proximity between Bortoleto and Y/N. He would find himself turning green with jealousy; breaking up their conversations and disrupting them. Kimi didn't like how they looked at each other; he didn't like how Y/N looked at him.

"Andrea" Y/N called out in a sing songy tone. Kimi was going over his stats for the weekend; "here" he called out. "Guess who just asked me out?" she giggled. Kimi felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, an uneasy feeling taking over his chest. He just silently shook his head, hoping to god that he still had a chance. "Gab" she replied, "I mean Gabriel" she smiled, biting her lip. Kimi's smile faltered, "Oh" was all that he could muster. "You don't seem happy" she pouted. "No no, I am" he forced a smile.

From then on, Y/N would always be stuck to Bortoleto, even on days when Kimi had a bad race and wished he had someone by his side. He found himself staring and wondering what it would'e been like had he been the one. Every time he saw them kiss, he wished he was the one kissing her lips. Every time they hugged, he wished it was him. Every time he made her laugh, Kimi wished it was him.

"Andrea, you shouldn't have" Y/N giggled, taking the flowers from him. Kimi just shrugged, kissing her cheek. "What's today's plan?" Y/N asked. "There's this new ice cream place that opened" Kimi began. "Yes" she jumped in joy. The pair was sat enjoying the ice cream. "You got something on your" Kimi pointed at her lips but before she could do anything, he leaned in and wiped the ice cream off with a kiss. Y/N was blushing, "sorry" she stammered. "You're cute when you blush" Kimi teased her. She just shoved him. "Earth to Kimi" Ollie called out, pulling him about of his day dream. "Mate, you're embarrassing yourself" he shook his head patting his back. Ollie pulled Kimi away from his seat which had direct view to Y/N and Gabriel who were busy chatting away while Gabriel stole kisses from her.

Kimi found himself wishing, wishing it was him. "He looks at you the way that I would Does all the things I know that I could If only time could just turn back 'Cause I got three little words That I've always been dying to tell you"

[valsverse]

━━ "FOOL FOR YOU."

✦ synopsis: percy jackson is utterly infatuated with you, and you remain utterly oblivious. ✦ pairing: percy jackson x dense af!reader

percy jackson has never been known for being subtle.

even outside of a romantic sense, whether he's engaging in a public duel with the god of war, or casually transporting medusa's head straight to olympus, his actions have never exactly been discreet.

yet, it's you who has caused him to reach a new low when it comes to his subtlety, or, the lack of it thereof.

when percy jackson falls in love, it's like plunging into the ocean. in fact, to say he "falls" is inaccurate—since the moment his gaze first met yours, he immediately knew you were the one.

the initial sight of you, battling a minotaur with a confident grin, shoelaces undone, and wielding a weapon on the brink of disintegration, nearly elicited a scoff from him. how problematic, how messy, how utterly captivating.

since then, oh he's been absolutely whipped—there's no other way to describe it. he's completely enthralled, beyond captivated. no matter how you word it, percy jackson is absolutely in love.

his feelings are so downright obvious that everyone, Mr. D included, (who makes sure to exit the premises every time he sees percy approaching you because he knows it would be too painful for him to watch) knows how he feels about you, so what's holding him back? simple. it's you.

you're the one holding him back.

it frustrates him because he's conquered feats deemed nearly impossible by most, yet he practically melts at the mere sight of you! and the worst part is, you don't even seem to notice!

percy feels like he's laid it all out there, i mean, how much more obvious can he really get? he's kissed your hands with a tenderness that bordered on reverence, emptied his wallet to stock up on your favorite snacks as if each were a precious treasure, and shadows you around camp like a lost puppy!

each attempt seriously feels like an arrow straight though his heart. take, for instance when he presented you with the grandest, most elaborate bouquet of blue flowers, carefully chosen from the demeter kids' gardens. (though that's a problem he dealt with later) he spent hours clumsily striving for perfection, weaving delicate ribbons and lace until he fashioned a bow worthy of your attention, only to receive a casual, "those are some nice flowers, percy!" in return. then there was the time he knelt down to tie your perpetually untied shoelaces. from his position, on one knee and looking up at you, you seemed almost transcendent to him, like an angel descended to earth. but the spell was quickly broken as you remarked, "you're such a great friend, percy!"

and who could forget the painstakingly detailed confession of his feelings for you? he watched in agonizing slow motion as your smile widened, caught in breathless anticipation only to be met with a simple "thanks!" from you. just carve his heart out at this point, why don't you? it's genuinely painful—not just for him, but for everyone at camp forced to witness his embarrassing antics and your completely dense reactions. you've got to know, right? isn't it glaringly obvious? a simple glance from you and his face turns crimson, his hands go clammy. haven't you noticed how he edges closer when you're beside him? how he constantly invents reasons to be nearer to you, any chance he gets? there's no way you don't know at this point! but each time you respond so innocently, as if you might genuinely not be aware of his feelings, he second-guesses himself. maybe you really are just painfully oblivious. blissfully unaware. yes, percy jackson is undeniably in love with an absolute idiot.

©heartss4val — do not steal, edit, or repost my works. plagiarism is prohibited.

[falloutrebellion]

Say Yes to Heaven Part III

Soulmark Fluff/Smut request from @hoohamaru 🫶🏼

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summary: Your skills have secured you a job as a chef for Lady Tsunade's inauguration, providing you with a chance to finally leave your village and explore the world. Unfortunately, you unlock your clan's mysterious Soulmate Kekkei Genkai when you encounter a certain white-haired Jonin. In denial, you attempt to ignore it, only to drive him absolutely mad. How long can you resist before fate intervenes?

Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV. Part V. Part VI.

*Now edited with new cover image*

CW: Adult Language & Adult Themes

Note: Finally getting somewhere with this 🤭 Next chapter will have some good stuff

“What do you keep looking at?” 

Kurenai’s words pulled Kakashi from his daze, unaware that he had zoned out. “Oh, uh, nothing.” He quipped before looking down at his empty plate. 

“Kakashi has a crush, can you believe that?” Guy butted in with a wiggle of his thick eyebrows. 

Kurenai’s eyes sparkled as a smile came to her lips, and Kakashi couldn’t help but sigh and slouch in his seat even further. “Well, who is it?”

Kakashi didn’t stop his eyes from wandering back to you. He was lucky to have returned from his mission in time for the event. It was the night of the Hokage’s inauguration, and festivities were going on throughout the village. The banquet was massive and far more extravagant than the one he had attended last. Banners of crimson and gold elegantly draped across the courtyard, fluttering gently in the soft evening breeze. The mix of aromas from the wide variety of foods mingled well together in the air. A medley of dishes lined the long tables, and villagers didn’t attempt to hide their satisfaction with the meal. He could attest to that, having eaten two plates himself. Though he also may have gotten seconds just to see if he could get your attention. 

To your flank, the Hokage boasts about your “Quality Sake Bombs” with a hiccup, much to Shizune’s dismay. Your shy smile takes his breath away, and he watches you awkwardly take her compliment and then busy yourself with the serving table to look preoccupied. Lady Tsunade’s laughter rang out, her joy infectious as she raised her glass to the crowd, who erupted into applause. While the moment was one of celebration, Kakashi felt a pang of loneliness, watching you stand on the sidelines. 

“Hello? Earth to Kakashi,” Asuma says as he snaps his fingers in front of Kakashi’s face. 

Kakashi blinks and turns back towards his friends, who are all grilling him with curious expressions. Caught off guard, he looked away, a faint pink hue creeping up his cheeks. “Sorry, I have no idea what you guys said. ”

Asuma chuckled, leaning into the good-natured teasing. “So, you got the hots for the chef from  far-far away, huh?” His smirk was unmistakable.

“Well, I guess you can say that. There’s just something about her, I feel like she’s drawing me in. It sounds insane but…” He trailed off as he picked up on your scent, just like a hound. You were moving closer. 

Kurenai chimed in, her tone playful. “Nonsense, Kakashi. You should go talk to her! What’s the worst that could happen?”

Kakashi sighed deeply, running a hand through his silver hair, frustration and embarrassment flickering across his face. “I turn into a stuttering mess around her. It’s like something comes over me. I just don’t want to look like a fool.”

“Then you must conquer this challenge, Kakashi!” Guy proclaimed, slapping Kakashi on the arm so hard he almost fell from his seat. “Face her like a true Shinobi!”

Kurenai and Asuma matched Guy’s enthusiastic smile, and Kakashi gave them a defeated sigh. With a hesitant gulp, Kakashi steeled himself and ambled over to you. You were still enveloped in the warmth of the event as you poured another drink for Lady Tsunade with your back towards him. As he approached, he could feel himself fidgeting, a mix of determination and anxiety etched on his face.

“Hey,” he said as he leaned in from behind you, his mouth staggeringly close to your ear. 

With a gasp, you drop the sake carafe, causing it to shatter at your feet. The sound of ceramics breaking reverberated throughout the courtyard, causing all eyes to fall on them. 

Asuma, watching the exchange, facepalmed dramatically.  

Kakashi’s eyes went wide with horror as you turned to him with a fiery glare and flushed cheeks. He immediately moved to your side, grabbing all the large pieces as you crouched next to him with the same burning gaze he was seeking to avoid. 

“You again?” You hissed, glaring daggers into his exposed eye. The crowd’s murmurs began to pick back up as you both quickly tried to clean up. 

“I am so sorry about that, I feel like an asshole.” Kakashi huffed as he stood to lead them to the closest trash can. 

“Good, you should.” You’re trailing behind him with a pout and a handful of broken ceramics. “And how the hell did your tall ass sneak up on me like that?”

He watched you shake your hand over the trash can, attempting to get all the small pieces out without cutting yourself. There were a few pieces embedded in your palm and fingertips, so Kakashi grabs your wrist and begins to pluck them out without a word. His fingertips glide against your skin with a jolt of electricity, giving you goosebumps. 

You, surprisingly to yourself and to him, don’t fight him. Instead, you watch him intently with narrowed eyes, letting him gently remove the shards from your hand. 

“Did you forget I’m a Shinobi?” Kakashi says, breaking the momentary silence. He chuckles lightly when you squint further in confusion. “You asked how I snuck up on you.” 

“Oh, right. Well, thanks for whatever the hell that was.” Your lips form another pout as he glances over your hands for any pieces he might have missed. 

Finding none, he released your wrist, only to be re-inspected by you. “You’re welcome,” Kakashi says with a smirk. 

“So, did you have something to say, or were you just trying to embarrass me in front of every important person in your village?” Placing a hand on your hip, you look up at him with an annoyed expression.

At your words, his smirk fell, and one tugged at the corners of your lips in turn. “I actually was going to tell you that your food was delicious.”

“Wow, Kakashi, that’s the most normal thing you’ve said to me.” Your smirk turned into a small, genuine smile, and he felt his heart nearly rupture at the sight. As he looked into your eyes, he felt at peace, a sense of warmth that he had never experienced. He took in every ounce of you, from sight, smell, touch, and even your energy. It was intoxicating. “And now you’re staring. Well, that was short-lived.” 

Your words pull him from his thoughts. Damn, I have got to stop doing that, he thinks to himself as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck and plans to escape. He’s done enough damage for tonight. Kakashi’s cheeks burned, and he mumbled something that sounded like a half-hearted apology before retreating back to his friends, trying to avoid another blunder. As he walked away, he began shaking his head, a mix of embarrassment and confusion swirling around him. Great, now she thinks I’m a creep. 

As he rejoined the group, Asuma looked at him, absolutely bewildered. “What the hell was that?” He exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief.

With a sigh, Kakashi slumped back in his seat with a loud thump. “Yeah, well, what did I tell you?” 

“That was the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen. What is this girl doing to you?” Asuma chuckled lightly with a raised brow. 

“I wish I knew,” was all he could manage to say, his mind lingering on your electric touch and captivating eyes. It was all he could think about. 

“Don’t accept defeat so easily, Kakashi. I still believe in you!” Guy encouraged him with a toothy smile. 

“Oh yeah, I saw you got a little hand action at least. That was smooth.” Asuma chided with a smirk.

“That was not… ‘hand action,’” Kakashi muttered back, staring Asuma down with a tired look. 

“Yeah, not the good kind at least.”

“Please shut up,” Kurenai groaned as she stifled a cringe. 

“You’re the worst,” Kakashi threw in with the ghost of a smile visible underneath his mask. 

“Wait, I don’t get it,” Guy questioned with knitted brows. 

“Don’t worry about it, Guy. Asuma’s just a pervert.” Kurenai said as she placed a hand on Guy’s shoulder. 

“You know you like it,” Asuma grinned at her with a wink. She puffed up her cheeks to act as if she was about to puke before breaking out into a laugh. 

———-

“You know what, how about you stay?” Lady Tsunade slurred as you and Shizune walked her to her quarters.

“Stay?” You repeat, trying to disguise your concern, unsure if she was trying to invite you to her bed or something else. 

“Yes, and cook for me! Be my private chef!” Lady Tsunade’s left shoe fell off, causing them to almost fall over as she broke out into a burst of drunken laughter. 

“My Lady! Get it together!” Shizune scolded her as they practically dragged her into bed.

“I mean it, see you tomorrow, Skip!” The Hokage practically fell into the bed, rolling around violently until she was comfortable, then passed out. 

Skip? Is that my nickname? What the fuck kind of name is that? Beyond pondering the shitty nickname you just got dealt, you follow Shizune out of the residence. 

“I apologize about her… behavior. I told her it’s unfitting of the Hokage. But she doesn’t want to listen.” 

“It’s quite alright, I’m just glad she enjoyed the evening,” you say with a kind smile to the stressed-out assistant. 

“Now, about her proposal, would you like to accept the position? There’s no pressure, I know you are very far away from home, and if you–”

“I accept,” you cut her off. You had no ties to your home village, nor much of a desire to return there. You had become accustomed to the Leaf Village in your short time here. Though the people are weary, everyone has been kind to you. And, there’s far more eye candy here than there is in the Land of Lilies. 

“Wonderful!” Shizune’s face lit up at your response. “Report here tomorrow at 10 O’clock and I will make arrangements for an apartment relatively close by. Lady Tsunade will be pleased to hear you took the offer. Before you go, I just want to thank you one last time for all your hard work; the meal turned out lovely.”

And just like that, your entire life had been uprooted into the Hidden Leaf Village. 

____

“We’re glad to hear you’re staying; maybe they’ll consider hiring you to cater all official events. Gods know we’re sick of day-old bagels and cheap coffee,” Raido joked as he led you to your new home and helped move your bags. 

Genma was in tow, of course, opting to walk next to you rather than ahead like his partner. “Yeah, this place might be less boring with you around.”

You roll your eyes but smile at him, earning a sigh of contempt from Raido. 

By the time you arrived at your apartment, Raido was ready to strangle Genma, and you found their bickering endearing. But to avoid any bloodshed, you worked quickly to get everything situated so you could send them on their way. The space itself was fairly bare, which you had been expecting. There was basic furniture and amenities, but you would have to go grocery shopping and add some decor to make the place more inviting. But at least the place came with linens. 

“Alright, boys, thank you so much for all your help.” You say as you follow them outside and onto your front porch. 

“Until next time,” Raido chirps before turning to leave. 

“So uh, have any plans this weekend?” Genma says as he casually shoves his hands in his pockets and chews on his senbon. 

Ah, your first date proposal in your new home- and on your first day! You can’t help but smile at the aloof man, trying to give him a demure look as you ponder the thought of it. “Not that I know of.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up for dinner. 6 PM work for you?” Genma’s lips curled up into a smirk, his chin tilted back in confidence. 

“Sounds great,” you shoot back and look sheepishly at Raido as he gives you a disapproving shake of his head. 

“Ugh, that’s enough, you two.” He says with a grumble before waving Genma to follow him. Genma simply raises his brow and waves you goodbye before jogging lazily to catch up to Raido. You watch them fade into the village before turning around to head back inside and unpack some final things. 

“Fancy seeing you here.” 

“What the fuck!” You shout as you nearly jump out of your skin, the familiar voice coming from behind you.

“Whoa there,” he said as you turned to him with your hand over your chest, trying to stop your heart from beating out of it. 

Kakashi’s hand comes to your elbow as if to steady you, worried you might fall over. His touch just sends another jolt through you, and this time, you swear you might collapse. It's a warm shock that goes through you to the core, causing your knees to go weak. You tell yourself to stop thinking about it and pull away, but your body reacts on its own. Your legs waver, and his other hand grabs your waist, saying nothing, just looking into your eyes. You swear you might die.

“You alright?” He asks, his brow furrowed in concern. 

No, I’m not! Because of you! What are you doing to me? You want to scream, to pound against his chest, and ask what his problem is. But instead, all you manage to say is: “Asshole.”

He chuckles at that, leading you inside to your couch as you glare at him. Like usual. Ugh, that smug grin… It was doing things to you. This awkward man, who only shows a quarter of his face, has you weak in the knees like a young school girl. No one has ever done that so easily.

“You should stay away from Genma, he’s kind of the village slut.” Kakashi abruptly says his hand moves from your elbow to the other side of your waist.

You can’t help but burst out laughing as he settles you onto the couch. Kakashi’s serious face made you laugh even harder, nearly rolling off the sofa. “Hold on,” you manage to say between laughs as he looks down at you with a disapproving look. “Are you saying you were spying on me?”

“Uh,” this was about the time you started flustering him back. “No, not exactly.” 

“Then what are you doing here?” 

“I was just trying to say hi to my new neighbor.”

[goldensunset]

while i’m getting overly analytical about pokémon gen 5 let’s yap about how cool the differences between team plasma and neo team plasma are purely on an aesthetic and symbolic level

bulbapedia gets full credit for this part of the analysis but it is so cool how the og team has a medieval royalty aesthetic to represent how they see themselves as noble and honorable with the right to rule and conquer. they put a whole lot into appearing as virtuous as possible and they convince the hearts of the people of unova to let them do their thing. meanwhile neo team plasma are pirates. known criminals. generally considered to be an unsavory folk who steal for a living. this is team plasma with the mask off. there’s no greater cause to adhere to (or pretend to adhere to) anymore. they’re just evil! and they have new black drip to prove it! slay

but moreover i’m thinking specifically about the contrast between a castle and a ship as a home base. a castle is stationary- planted firmly in the earth with a deep foundation. (and we know it was underground lol! and it sank back into the ground afterwards! could represent at least having some sort of shame about the execution of the plan both before and after…) it stands proud and visible at the top of unova. that sort of stability to me represents truly having an ideal that you never give up on. it will always be there. lots of members of og team plasma truly believed in their cause and some of them even dedicate their lives to making amends and protecting pokémon afterwards, like they thought they were doing while on the team. even if it was based on a lie, the heart of the original team plasma never truly disappears. the castle remains, though deep underground. n still goes back there because it’s all he knows. etc. you know?

meanwhile the plasma frigate goes all over the place, escaping as soon as it’s caught. it doesn’t hold still. it has no roots. it doesn’t stand for anything. neo team plasma doesn’t bother arguing or persuading people- it just does its thing freely and does whatever it takes to achieve a given goal. there is no deeper meaning to it other than a bunch of thugs wanting to get in on that whole world domination scheme and maybe getting a chance to hang out with some friends and have a fun time. with no moral boundaries it can go fly about wherever it likes. and when the team is disbanded again where does the ship go? some backwater little island off of an insignificant hidden route. nothing there. it’s just hiding in shame. because it is fundamentally nothing. except insane amounts of aura obviously

[sunrisecaminus]

Hello, I would like to request some sfw and nsfw headcannons of Knockout x trans masc human!reader

(Also I absolutely adore your writing <3/p)

Message - I have never done trans before, so I apologize if I mess anything up. I may be not as educated as others are about the topic so my friend is the best teacher to educate me on some stuff! Oh, and thank you all for the compliments! It keeps me from getting unmotivated ;-; We all know that feeling.

Knockout x Trans Masc Reader Headcanons SFW/NSFW

Summary - Headcanons of Knockout with Trans Masc Reader with NSFW under the "Continue Reading"

Warning - NSFW

SFW

~ When you told him about your transition process, this man was nothing but supportive.

~ Knockout would research everything and would buy you things he thought was useful for your journey.

~ He would catch the knowledge of trans people being in terrible family situations and how society basically does not agree with them. You are lucky your home is earth, because Knockout would've asked Megatron to just explode the damn planet.

~ This man is so protective of you and will make sure you are equipped with a pepper spray or taser before you go out. (Yes you have to explain to him that Jasper is not a popular place, so it is less likely you would have any problems. No, he will not listen.)

~ Jasper people are the type to not question and only care about their own personal business, so you never had any trouble with people harassing you. Knockout will still insist on driving you where to want to go.

~ Want a new closet? He will take you to the mall. Knockout may not be able to go inside, so you send him pictures of outfits you like to hear his opinion of them.

~ Cybertronians have different tastes, but Knockout specifically likes clothes that would show your body more. If you don't like that stuff, Knockout can find other trends to show you that would be great on you.

~ If you already had surgery and fully transitions, he would brag about you all the time about how handsome/beautiful you are.

~ He loves you dearly, he would gossip to you about everything that happened on the ship. If you ever got kidnapped, all the information Knockout gave you could end the Decepticon Faction honestly.

~ Knockout would grab your figure with his digits and twirl you around sometimes to flaunt your clothes.

~ Movie night every Friday? Please?!

~ Sleeping with him is sweet honestly. Knockout would hold you in his hand, peacefully sleeping like he didn't need anything else in this world.

NSFW

~ Before you even did anything with him sexually, he would slide his digits on every part of your body.

~ You look so beautiful to him, telling you that both of you could conquer the world with your beauty.

~ He loves to grab your ass whenever no one is looking. He cannot stop grabbing your squishy flesh body, knowing how soft you are.

~ At first lets be honest, he thought you were going to be super gross in sex. Not understanding the organic body, your privates were a mystery to a cybertronian.

~ First time he did it with you, he was very hesitant. Fortunately the experience made him crave even more of you.

~ The warmth you give to his spike was nothing he ever felt, taking any chance he needs to work for you to cock warm him.

~ Making out is one of the things he does best; kissing you for hours is Knockout's favorite pass time.

~ Eating you out is one of his favorite things to you. Licking or biting your skin until you see marks all over you. Knowing everyone will see the marks when you walk around the ship is all he needs.

~ "Oh babes, bend over again, let me see your beauty-"

~ When Knockout works, he loves when you suck his spike under the desk where no one can see you. It's like a fun challenge to him.

~ "Your stunning dear! Now lets go to round 2-"

[adventuresofalgy]

The weather on Boxing Day in the wild west Highlands of Scotland was disappointingly dismal, dark, and dripping wet, but it was also unusually calm and mild, so Algy decided to explore his assistants' garden, which he had not visited for a wee while.

When darkness fell he was amazed to see a sudden eruption of Christmas lights, and flew over to investigate. Algy was particularly intrigued by a pair of small illuminated reindeer, and being still full of festive high spirits, he just couldn't resist jumping onto the back of one of the deer. Crying "Way for the Sport of Kings!" Algy started to race away with his new Christmas scarf streaming out behind him… But strange to say, he did not seem to get very far on his galloping, galloping steed:

Now is the season of Carnival. Who's for the sunlit course? Who's for the beat of galloping feet And the day and the way of the horse? Who joins the dance, tho' Lady Chance Pleasure or pain may yield, Who comes to the call of Carnival? "Seven to four the field!" This is the week of the Carnival And the sign of a brighter dawn In men's affairs. Who sheds old cares Where gay frocks fleck the lawn? Who would forget old days of fret? Who comes to the call of mirth And the conquering steeds? … They're off! Who leads? And the hoof beats spurn the earth. Then, Hi! for the height of Carnival, Gayer than all gone past: And the nameless fears of the deadening years Forsake men's minds at last. Bright jackets flash beneath the sun As the roar of the crowd begins, And lifts and swells at a great home run: "Who leads? Who lasts? Who wins?" Ho! for the call of Carnival! Way for the Sport of Kings! And men, grown sane, turn once again To all that high hope brings. Who's for the Carnival? Who grows gay Where galloping Fortune speeds Around the turn to gallop our way With the galloping, galloping steeds?

[Algy is quoting the poem Carnival Time by the late 19th/early 20th century Australian poet C J Dennis – a poem about the multi-day horse racing event known as the Melbourne Cup Carnival, held in November, and not about carnival in either the sense of a fair, or the time of wild celebration in Christian countries prior to Lent.]

[girlactionfigure]

He was born on April 16, 1889. His father was an alcoholic, his mother would be committed to a mental asylum. The young boy would spend his early years at a Workhouse and other institutions for destitute children.

At the age of 14, he decided to become an actor. He started doing plays and vaudeville. In 1914, he arrived in Los Angeles. He started working in film, accepting small parts.

For his second role, he decided to dress himself, wearing baggy pants, a tight coat, a small hat, and large shoes. For the final touch, he added a small mustache.

"The Tramp" character was born, eventually making Charlie Chaplin one of the most popular actors in silent film and an international star.

After Hitler and the Nazi Party rose to prominence, Charles Chaplin wanted to address the escalating violence and repression of Jews by the Nazis throughout the late 1930s.

He would make a daring film, his first true talking picture, which would become one of his greatest films - "The Great Dictator".

It was an act of defiance against Hitler and Nazism. Chaplin played 2 characters, one a Hitler parody, and the other a look-alike Jewish barber persecuted by the regime. In the conclusion, the Jewish barber as Hitler would make a speech. It is said that during filming, Chaplin actually drops out of character and speaks his mind, denouncing dictatorship, greed, hate, and intolerance, in favor of liberty and human brotherhood. It would be called one of the greatest speeches:

"I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible- Jew, Gentile, black men, white…

"We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each others’ happiness, not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.

"Greed has poisoned men’s souls; has barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind...

"We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity; more than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness...."

In the speech, he urged people to unite, to "fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age a security . . . To do away with national barriers! To do away with greed, with hate and intolerance!"

The Jon S. Randal Peace Page 

[drazenarts]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕤: ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙! ੈ✩‧₊˚

Pairing: Lensless! Invincible x Reader.

Warnings: Drinking, Spy with conflicted feelings. Smut build up flirtation. Same as last time.

Tags: Dubcon, Drinking, DrazenArtsFic (I myself an

the NSFW).

Word Count: 3,356.

Chapter Links: Prologue,

A/N: Here is chapter 1 as promised. I hope you all enjoy. Ngl I haven’t even started on the smut for next chapter so I have no idea when you can expect that, apologies. But I’m sure the inspiration will come to me eventually! 💙💛 Anyway enjoy reading and see you next time.

P.S. Divider in the middle of the text is for when our goat actually shows up.

“Tonight is the night.” You mutter to yourself as you zip up your black dress while looking out the window of your small, cramped city apartment. It had been 3 months since you’d arrived on Earth. You like to think you've managed to integrate quite nicely. Your disguise watch? It’s a fitness bit. Your family? They live on the other side of the country. You’d even managed to make some friends on Earth and a job that allowed you to rent this small apartment. Thanks to your sewing skills from helping your mom out with projects, you’d gotten hired helping a small business owner at a pricey boutique in the city center. And although you were enjoying your time on Earth despite some mishaps, you knew it wasn’t really why you were there.

No, you were here to free them from Viltrumite conquest, or at least try your best to foil whatever sick plans they had for this planet. It had been 5 years since the takeover. Most cities had given in and bent the knee in hopes of returning to some sense of normalcy. Most heroes who fought for the resistance were killed or in hiding, and their numbers would thin everyday. As far as you knew, you were able to find out about large resistant movements left in less than 10 nations, most running out of resources to fight back by now. As for where you were conducting your operations? The new US capital, Invincible City, apparently the asshole had renamed it after himself not long after he and his father took over.

As you finish the last few details of your outfit, you get ready to head out to the party. You’d managed to receive some information that he’d be there, finally the chance to study him firsthand had come. You’d been reporting back to the coalition on a weekly basis, but it was hard to provide useful reports when the target was of high status, considered the ruler of the city and the world for the most part. He liked to call himself a king if you weren’t mistaken.

You take the train, a high-speed advanced railway that had been built in the new capital since the takeover. As you do so, you feel a pit of anger, perhaps even rancor, forming in your chest. This was just a sour reminder of how Viltrum was able to build such things by stealing the life force from planets they conquered, including yours. You do your best to keep a neutral face expression on, and it doesn’t take long for you to arrive at the large building the event is being hosted at. It looks like it was previously a government building but has been turned into a nightclub at the request of the new leader. You stand amongst the large crowd and eventually get to the front of the line using the invitation the resistance had helped you acquire after you’d explained how you were their best shot at infiltration.

“Welcome, Miss Astor.” Your pseudo identity for the night. You smile and thank the man as you walk onto the main floor, where most of the public who was invited would stay at tonight. The building had a total of three floors, each having a higher clearance requirement than the last, so you’d already deducted Mark must be on the third floor. You had second floor clearance with the identity the Resistance had gotten for you, so it would be up to you to get that last clearance level. You waste no time on the first floor blending in behind what looked to be like a large group of friends and following them to the elevator to get to the second floor. As you do so, another guard scans all of your badges, confirming all of you have clearance. And although you do your best to act normal, you can’t help but gently tap your foot on the floor as you wait for the doors to open, impatient to know what you’re working with.

Upon reaching the second floor, you finally relax your shoulders a bit. Finding someone with third floor clearance should be easy, the second floor was still rather packed. You just had to lie and wait, and so you do just that. You take a seat at one of the many bar areas and casually sip on a drink, slowly, meticulously even. You see, whatever this alcohol substance was on Earth, it was different from your version back on Paradis V-4, much, much stronger. You find the slight haze makes you feel more relaxed and probably helps you blend in by slouching your posture a bit more to what is considered normal for humans. As you lounge around, guests come and go, and you make sure to glance at every badge but have no luck finding a level 3 badge.

That is until he sits near a man with a pink cyborg head who is arguing rather loudly on the phone. “Listen, I told you already! Tell him I’m on my way! Well, no I don’t have Isotope working today it’s his day off!” The man yells angrily into the phone, clearly arguing with someone. You waste no time quickly swiping the badge off of his lower coat and tucking it into your pocket. You just needed to briefly switch into him long enough to get in. And so you go to the bathroom, leaving him to continue arguing at the bar.

As you go to the bathroom, you read the name on the badge. ‘Machine Head.’ If you’re not mistaken, he was some criminal big shot until the Viltrumite takeover, now he works for Invincible, helping him manage the shadier parts of the city he’s more familiar with.

You copy his appearance with your useful watch gadget and walk out towards the elevator once more, swallowing nervously as you approach the guard, doing your best to imitate Machine Head's demeanor as you approach the guard. “Hey, dickhead.” You raise your finger, crudely pointing at him. “Hurry it up and scan me already! Don't you know I’m late already.” The guard quickly scans your badge clearly, quite nervous himself, and lets you through. Thankfully you get the elevator ride to yourself and are able to pick out one of your random human disguises not your usual, but something slightly altered for the mission.

As the doors open, the third floor seems to have a bit of a different atmosphere, it’s significantly less populated, but there are still quite a few celebrities and people of similar caliber who were brought in to lighten up the atmosphere of the place. Everyone is having fun, with some ‘heroes’ chatting business amongst themselves at some of the tables. Deciding you’d grab a drink and hit the dance floor to try and blend in, you begin making your way towards the only bar area on this floor, only this time you’re stopped by something, or rather someone.

“Hey sweetheart, haven't seen you around before. Are you a model or something, because you sure look like one.” Your shoulder is grabbed by a yellow fingerless glove you recognize all too well. And although you feel an almost painful mix of rage and disgust inside, you’ve trained for this to tolerate him putting his filthy hands on you if it came to that. “I-Invincible.” You pretend to stutter as if you are some random, meek woman who would be impressed by his presence. “Yes, I’m new to the modeling industry. My first big break is getting published next month.” You exclaim, faking a closed eyed wholesome smile, as you turn to face him. He pretends to be impressed by your accomplishment. “Oh, really? Wow, you must be so talented. And quite a lucky woman, I must say. First you finally get your first big break, and now you’re here having drinks with me.”

You open your eyes, getting ready to truly face him face-to-face, and slowly gaze up. As you do so, it feels as if time freezes. You don’t particularly feel anything as your eyes meet for the first time, at just finally taking him in, taking in his presence, for the first time. He still looked the same as his pictures, it seems. Even though he’s in charge, he’s been keeping in shape just in case anything happens. He doesn’t look much older, probably due to his ridiculously long life span. And of course he’s wearing that stupid hero suit without eye protection like a psycho. The way he’s looking at you is definitely a lot of curiosity and interest, but there’s something else there, something that makes you feel unsettled even if you can’t quite read it. His eyes in general seem to be quite the paradox warm, yet the way he stares leaves you with an eerie feeling. Even so, you play it off, keeping a small smile on your face as the two of you converse.

“Oh, really? I get to have drinks with you? Are you sure? I’d hate to keep you from the others it’s your event, after all.” You mention politely trying to get him off your back, you were here to observe him and gather intel, not interact with him so personally, dammit! He doesn’t seem to get the hint, however smiling like a bumbling idiot as he throws an arm around your shoulder. “Nonsense, what’s the point if I can’t spend my night with a pretty lady, hmm?” He winks at you confidently. You bring your hands up to laugh politely as if you find him cute, but under the cover of your hands, your fake smile fades for a second and one of the corners of your lips twitches in disgust. You didn’t understand how he could just be so carefree after everything he’s done. Was he unaware there was probably more than one person in this room besides you who would murder him if given the chance? Still, you can’t afford to concentrate on that right now. Slowly you pull your hands off of your face, your fake smile back on it as the interaction at hand continues.

“Can I get you anything to drink, beautiful?” He asks as he waves over one of his waiters. You order your favorite drink, and he gets some kind of cheap beer. A bit strange for a man of his status, but you don’t question it, his whole personality is a contradiction to the power he holds, after all. While you wait for your drinks, of course he keeps trying to eagerly make conversation prying you with questions. “So where are you from?” He asks. “Oh, you know just the other side of the country.” You say quietly, trying not to bring too much attention to it before attempting to change the topic. “It must be pretty great to get to relax like this sometimes, right? Especially for someone of your status.” You mention trying to lighten the mood. He takes the compliment in stride, leaning forward closer to you. “Yeah, it’s pretty great. I’ve really been needing a break,” he admits. As your drinks come, he begins to pull you aside towards the terrace. “Come on, let’s go somewhere we can really talk.” He says as he lets the door close behind you both.

It’s a bit cold outside with the night breeze, but his arm around your shoulders provides some warmth as you lean into him. ‘It’s just for warmth, it doesn't mean anything.’ You think to yourself. As you glance up at him, he raises his beer bottle, holding it up, wanting to make a toast with you. “To tonight!” You clink your glass with his, repeating his words in a softer tone, trying to play along. As you sip your drinks, you gaze at him with suspicion, wondering what his angle is. He seems not to notice this, that idiotic smile still pressed on his face. “So doll,” he begins. “What brings you to the city? I mean, what are your goals?” As he asks, he gazes at you with more warmth, no it must be the warmth of the yellow city lights reflecting in his eyes, you convince yourself. You make up something about how your dream is to be a fashionista or open a business of your own by learning from your friend's boutique. As you speak, he can’t help but shake his head in disappointment, clicking his tongue. “You know you’re kind of disappointing me, doll. I thought you’d be more interesting, but so far everything you’ve said is so surface level, so vanilla.” He retorts with a cocky smirk on your face.

This causes your expression and entire mood to shift. For a moment you lose your composure and forget yourself. “I’m not boring, I just don’t want to answer your lame ass questions. I don’t want to talk about myself!” You scream, ending the last part with a scoff as you attempt to regain some semblance of yourself. Shit, shit, shit, you blew it! As you stand there terrified of what might happen next, you try and at least put on a neutral face, but what transpires next is shocking.

This man starts laughing. It's a choked snort at first before he’s full on laughing, the kind that makes it so you have to bend over and hold your stomach from how hard you’re laughing. As he does this, he points at you with his other hand, only half holding his beer, the bottle threatening to slip from his grip, he stomps his foot on the floor maniacally, uncontrolled, as if he can’t stop it. He continues pointing at you even as the laughter subsides, an amused grin remaining on his face. “There she is! That’s the side of my beautiful doll I wanted to see. The rage, the frustration you hold back because you’re just supposed to be pretty and smile.” You can’t help but give him a baffled stare as he says this. You’re not sure if it’s the combination of alcohol and nerves or the whole situation, but you end up blurting out what you’re thinking. “The fuck is wrong with you!”

Mark gives you a low toned cool chuckle before standing straight and taking a step towards you, attempting to close the distance once more. He grabs your chin, making you gaze up at him as you give him a slightly defiant look, your brow furrowing. “Well sweetheart, I’m afraid it’s going to take at least a few dates and a lot more alcohol to open up about what’s wrong with me. But I’m glad we’re getting somewhere tonight and that you’re not just a beautiful face.” Something about the way he says that last part sends shivers down your spine, a small blush appearing on your face. He chuckles, noticing your blush. “Getting shy on me now? I didn’t peg you for the shy type normally girls like you are bubbly.” He admits while trying to somewhat compliment you.

You soon move his hand off your chin and cough gently. “Worse, in the dry and sarcastic type.” Now it’s you who smirks at him, feeling a little more confident in your conversation. “Oh really?” Mark seems amused as he questions you. He then raises his hands at the side of his head, waving them frantically as he kneels down slightly to your height. “Oo, so serious and scary.” Mark mocks, clearly not scared. You can’t help but wonder if he’s on something from the way he twitches when his movements become shakier, his eyes bulging and red. Before you can question him, however he goes to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist firmly, causing you to tense up.

“Sounds like you need to lighten up.” He says it as if he’s taking this as a challenge. He begins to lift you up in the air, causing you to wave your arms in the air frantically trying to escape his grasp. “Mark? Mark!” You scream, panicking, forgetting the formalities of using his hero name at that point! “Stop struggling, I don't want to accidentally drop you, or don’t it’s your funeral, babe.” He says as he continues to lift you before taking off at full speed with you in his arms. At first, diving down just a bit giving you a view of the skyscraper windows being lit up at night. You remain more still but stiff in his arms as he flies through the city. Within a few minutes he makes it out to the lake, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at the cliché, a small smug smirk on your face. ‘He really thinks this will work on me?’ “Hey, don’t look at me like that. Watch.” Mark says, noticing the smug look on your face. He brings you close to the water, and you can see both of your reflections in it. Amused by the image just for a moment, you reach out your hand and touch it. As you do, Mark begins to lift you up and takes you back into the city. He’s flying a bit slower than the initial takeoff now, causing you to finally relax in his arms.

There were many things your people could do, including altering your body composition slightly to squeeze into tight spaces like jelly, but flying was not one of them. A small smile forms on your face as you wave your hand through the air, feeling the wind course through it. “Nice, right?” Mark comments as he begins to close in on the large building you took off from, all you can do is nod for a second. “Yeah, I suppose it’s nicer than I thought. Can’t say I’ve ever been flying.” Mark laughs as he goes to set you down carefully, your heels landing with a click. “How’d you like it?” He asks as he turns you to face him, still holding you close. The wind flying in his hair gave him a dark but romantic look. You pause, not liking that he can not only look human for a moment, but good even. But you quickly remember your position and answer him. “It was neat.”

Mark laughs a bit. “Neat? Just neat. You know how many people beg me to take them flying? I have a waiting list.” He shakes his head with a slight smile on his face as if not believing it. “You know I like you, _____. You’re a tough nut to crack.” You play along, smiling. “I like you too, Mark.” He then gets a bit more serious for the first time, leaning in and kissing you. As his lips press with your own, your eyes widen. At first you consider kicking him off, but you play along for now, kissing him back softly. You feel tingles through your body as you kiss, enjoying it and forgetting about your worries just for a second as you soften up in his arms. After a moment he pulls away, brushing your lips with his thumb and gently speaking in a lower, more considerate tone now. “Will you come home with me?”

You consider the implications of his words as they echo through your ears. Sleeping with him could be beneficial, it would allow you to gain access to information no one else in his life is privy to. Yet there’s something else, something outside of your objective prying at you, telling you to run because it’ll only grow if you keep interacting with him, and yet you push the sentiment down, telling yourself you’re being ridiculous you know yourself. You never could fall in love back home whenever you went on dates, so why would you fall in love with this monster of all beings in the universe? It was fine there was nothing to worry about. And so with that in mind, you gently nod and mutter back a soft yes, letting him fly off with you in his arms, once more this time to wherever he considered home.



[i-am-muzan-kibutsuji]

(Pt. 2 of trying to win over Muzan ft. my angel oc, Hikari. I think I got at least somewhere last time, so hopefully I can build their relationship up. Wish me luck, lol! 🙏🏻)

Time Skip - A few hours later

Hikari had walked around (well also flew since she's an angel lol) the Infinity Fortress to try and get used to her surroundings. It was rather difficult as the Infinity Castle was large and seemed to go on forever. Not to mention it would change at times. But she started to figure out her surroundings (or at least enough to where she knew where she was going).

She also talked to the Biwa Demon, Nakime. The woman was polite, however, didn't talk much. But Hikari didn't mind. She hoped she could gain the trust of Muzan and his demons as she knew they likely didn't trust her fully yet. And maybe even make friends with some of them.

She was now currently in a Japanese-styled bedroom in the Infinity Fortress. She was reading through the books Muzan had in there. She hoped something she found could help her help him with his goals.

She had heard from the other angels in Heaven that his goal was to conquer the sun by obtaining the blue spider lily. Apparently, the flower was magical and could give demons the ability to withstand the harmful rays of the sun. However, it must have been hard to find on Earth as Muzan had searched for it for 1,000 years and still couldn't find it.

She wondered if there was a chance the flower could be in Heaven's garden. She had been to that garden many times when she was in Heaven and knew it had many otherworldly plants. She wondered if there was a chance the blue spider lily could be there. She had never looked for it, but perhaps there was a chance it could be there.

"Should I inform Lord Muzan about this?" she thought out loud to herself. "I don't want to bother him. He is probably busy. But this could be important..." she pondered.

She also found herself missing his presence, and couldn't stop thinking about him. He lingered in the back of her mind. Every time her mind would wander to think about him, she would feel her heart fluttering and butterflies forming in her stomach. She didn't understand why she suddenly felt this way or why she was so curious about him. Perhaps it was his personality? Or perhaps his looks? All she knew was that she was drawn to him.

Deep within the heart of the castle, Muzan sat on a grand chair, his legs crossed as he read through a book. He didn't seem too interested as he kept a blank stare. His eyes glided over the pages with the patients of buddha before he gently turned a page. Nakime sat in the coroner of the room, her biwa neatly in her lap, ready to serve her master.

The room was that of an office, with a single chair in the center of it. On the walls, there were notes pinned to it, dried flowers, and a large map of the world. Smaller countries, tropical, hot, and cold continents have been crossed out with 'X' marks. Blue dried out flowers that were found were pinned on the map, an arrow pointing to certain lands that either said 'close but not quiet', 'Possibly' and 'Motherland'.

There were books laid out all over the place. The ones he's already read were laid open in a forgotten pile while the ones he's newly required were all closed and stacked neatly. They towered up to the endless ceiling going on seemingly forever. Every tower of books were separated by a different language, but they were categorized by similar regions or languages.

The angel, my Lord, she's still seems to be roaming about.

Nakime said softly as one of her eyes was attached to the corner of a room, watching as the angel traveled about.

I am well aware, Nakime, anyone would wonder these curious halls, trying to understand where they were, but she'll never be able to, new rooms are constantly being born, mixing in with the older rotating ones. It's such a complex system that nobody would be able to ever escape.

Muzan said smoothly as he turned another page before he suddenly clapped the book shut with a gentle clop of the thick pages before he sat it down gently next to him on a small table.

I'm sure she's trying to find her way to me, but I'll allow her to find me when I want her, too.

[aquaticwolfkuri]

You HATE Me, But I Hate YOU More: ch.8

Smothered with love, his dad essays him a million questions before finally giving him the keys to the family car. Finally, Dib is able to drive him and Gaz to Zim’s house and park out front. He gets out to ring Zim’s doorbell.

He could faintly hear Zim and Gir from behind the door, and the alien didn't sound particularly pleased. Finally, the door opens.

Considering most of Zim’s disguises, Dib could only pray that his prom outfit wouldn't be so bad.

Dib faintly blushes when he sees the alien dressed in a purple blazer with white cuffs and a pink bowtie. It was… kind of cute to see. The wig and contacts of course were the same.

“Dib-worm, I am… ready for our MISSION,” Zim says, his cheeks slightly flushed when he sees Dib in suspenders and slacks with a necktie and a black suit jacket.

“Mission? Right, um… I know you would prefer your Voot cruiser, but we're going to be using my dad's car.” Dib says before opening the car door for Zim. The alien looks at him suspiciously before stepping into the vehicle, annoyed and maybe even embarrassed when Gir and Minimoose step outside to tell him bye, taking pictures of him in the car with Dib.

“So… uh, any new plans to conquer Earth with?” Dib asks, and Zim crosses his arms.

“Ha! As if I would tell YOU my evil plan”

“Does it have anything to do with being prom king?” He asks, hoping Zim won't ruin this night for everyone… though, maybe it would take his mind of a few things.

“Guess all you want DIB, but you wouldn't be able to stop me, even if I DID tell you my plan!” Zim says before laughing. Dib sighs, but somehow… It feels nice and makes him feel nostalgic for the old days… Zim on the other hand, didn't see a point in such memories. Dib was annoying  when he was 12 and he was still annoying at 17, if not more so.

They finally arrive at their High Skool, but when they step inside… Zim is immediately repulsed by the loud music, the horrible lights, and seeing all the pathetic and disgusting Urthlings dancing.

“I told Dad this was a bad idea…” Gaz says.

“Maybe it won't be so bad?” Dib tries to reassure his sister.

“This is HORRIBLE!!” Zim declares.

Dib is about to say something, but across from them dancing in the crowd was Plotty. Her hair was tied up into a ponytail, wearing a silver dress… She was beautiful, and thinking about her being with someone else upset him, but it upset him more, knowing that Zim ruined his chance with her tonight, and now he had come to prom WITH Zim. He felt frustrated just thinking about it, but when he looked back at Zim…he just couldn't stay mad at him, because now he knew why Zim had come in between him and Plotty… What was he supposed to do? How is he supposed to feel?

“Why don’t you two go get your picture taken…?” Gaz suggests, pointing towards the small photo shoot near the door entrance. “I’m sure dad is hoping for pictures to put in his photo album”

“What!? No way! The only photos I want with Zim are of me exposing him…!” Dib crosses his arms.

“Photos with the Dib??? You must be out of your MIND!!” Regardless of Zim and Dib’s protest, Gaz drags them over, getting them to take a begrudging photo standing together. It was anything but cute or romantic, but she knew her dad would appreciate it either way.

“And when Does Zim get to become…PROM-king??” Zim asks, and Dib can tell immediately that the alien was up to no good.

“Zim, you only get to be prom king if everyone votes for you during couples dance” Dib says, and this seems to confuse the alien.

Zim wasn't familiar with the concept of COUPLES nor did he like the idea of dancing.

“Zim refused to dance!”

“Oh come on, I've seen you and your little robot dance before”

“LIES!! Zim would never!” Dib rolls his eyes at this answer and looks away… and he sees Plotty again.

“Yeah, your right … I guess the great and mighty Invader Zim can't dance. I knew you could never be prom king” Dib says, and Zim glares, hissing.

“HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME!! ZIM IS THE GREATEST DANCER!!” 

“Then prove it, space boy!” Dib taunts.

“V-Very well, you shall see just how great Zim is…!” With a small blush on his face, Zim hesitantly takes the hand that Dib had offered him and the two begin to dance around together. Zim stumbles a bit before he’s able to follow Dib's movements… but feeling the human's much warmer hands holding his own… made his stomach squirm and his chest ache.

Even weirder was that the two started to have fun together, though they would never admit it. Gaz watched, snapping a few photos with her phone.

“He should just be with Zim… He can be himself around Zim…” Gaz says to herself, before looking back down at her game.

While dancing, Zim’s pack suddenly begins to light up, notifying him of an incoming transmission. He shoves Dib aside and quickly excuses himself before he heads out into the Skool hall where there wasn’t anyone around before he can finally answer the call.

“G-Greetings my Tallest!” Zim didn’t expect his leaders to call him so suddenly, especially while he was at his human Skool.

“Greetings Invader Zim. We uh… have a VERY important mission for you” Red says.

“Yeah, VERY important” purple affirms.

“A mission?? For ME?? Of course my Tallest! I will take on any mission required of me!” Zim says confidently.

“Good, good… Then we need you to leave Urth and return to us Zim. You might be gone a while” Red explains, and Zim suddenly finds himself feeling anxious about the idea.

“L-Leave Urth? But-”

“This is important Zim. The entire Urken empire is in great danger, and only YOU can save us.” This seems to convince Zim.

“ME!? Yes my Tallest, I will not fail you! Invader Zim, signing off.” Zim ends the call, and leaves the Skool building without a second thought, heading back to his base to pack up.

“Girl! Minimoose! The Tallest have give me an answer important mission! We must leave at once!” Zim says and Gir just screams joyfully. Minimoose just helps Gir pack up.

Once the entire house is emptied and entirely removed along with the underground lab, they fly off in the Voot Cruiser.

“Now back to-” Before Zim can finish, he sees the photo of him and Dib that Gir had taken, sitting on his dashboard…

Searching around the Skool building, Gaz and Dib can't find the alien anywhere. He should have been back hours ago from the bathroom, but he wasn't anywhere to be found.

“Did he seriously just ditch us??” Dib should have known. Zim ALWAYS has to pull some shit. He can never just let things be.

“Dib-” Before Gaz couldn't finish, her and Dib could hear screaming coming from the court room where the dance was being held. Gaz and Dib rush over, only to see a hole in the ceiling and other students panicking and freaking out.

“What happened!?” Dib asks.

“A-A weird green dog came down and left a not for you before leaving with a big sack” A student says.

Green dog, a note for him; it couldn't be anyone other than Zim and his weird robot. The student hands Dib the note, and reads the following.

“Don't think you've won DIB, I will return and conquer the Urth!! love ZIM!!” What did he mean…? Did Zim… just leave earth?

“Zim you piece of shit!!!”

[blackfox774]

Invincible Spoilers (?)

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“I am a victim of my own success” Conquest could have stopped fighting Mark at any point. He could have had a second chance on Earth if he had just stopped when Mark asked him to. He could have had everything he wanted—friends, a new life. If he had chosen to be a hero on Earth, the people would have loved him, which is what he craves so deeply from his own people.

But instead he is trapped in the belief that if he stops conquering planets, he will no longer have a purpose. His fear of losing the only purpose he has ever had prevents him from finding a new one, leaving him stuck in a vicious, violent cycle.

[patches-and-potions]

anyone want to hear about my cursed timeline Kate AU where the Daleks invade Earth and everything is fucked? Kind of jumping off from my previous post about a nuwho take on Inferno (3+Liz era story)

no? Too bad.

The world:

Earth, circa ‘73, the Daleks invaded and turned the entirety of the human population into a labor force, turning Earth into a construction planet for their galaxy-conquering weapons and ships, the Doctor was killed/imprisoned on Gallifrey in the War Games instead of being banished to Earth

Around ‘97, the Daleks find a better planet, abandoning Earth after killing nearly 6 billion people. Earth is left a dystopian hell world, new unstable governments popping up all the time and prominent gangs controlling what’s left of the continent (the Daleks recreated Pangea for more convenient world domination, the tectonic shift is was originally killed half the world’s population.)

UNIT is reformed in response to people finding out how to utilize leftover Dalek tech to build weapons and dangerous equipment, which has led to more gang warfare. Unfortunately, it lacks the strength and resources it once had, so has begun to rely on shady tactics to gain power. There is constantly fighting in the ranks, and it becomes known for being the most vicious and power hungry gang of them all

Kate:

Katherine Lethbridge-Stewart, better known to her subordinates as Erin Lethbridge-Stewart. She kept her father’s name from the beginning of her career to legitimize her claim to UNIT leadership. She goes by Erin because it’s not as friendly-sounding as Kate, nor as long as Katherine. (sorry Erins of the world for calling your name unfriendly. I have my reasons for disliking the name but I shan’t overshare on Tumblr. Not today, anyways)

Erin is known as a harsh, authoritarian commander, who rules with a repertoire of cruel discipline and zero second chances, even for her closest friends. Hair-trigger temper, do not piss this woman off if you value your life. She’s long since sacrificed her morals to keep her authority, in a twisted idea of protecting her loved ones. Essentially canon!Kate if she let the Shreek eat Conrad instead of just biting him

She despises aliens, and has a shoot on sight rule for any non-human beings that get too close to UNIT HQ. That being said, she despises the Doctor most of all. Alistair raised her with the hope that the Doctor would come and save them, but seeing as that never happened, her resentment became hatred and disgust

She’s also not dissimilar to the Rani, and UNIT does have many unethical experimentation programs led by Erin herself. Her new goal is to enhance humanity’s defenses and the human body itself, in case of another alien invasion

Really messy doodle of how I imagine her looking (done digitally how exciting)

Her hair is her natural chestnut-ish brown, and is visibly greying in streaks. Ponytail because I think it’s cute, for her it’s easier to keep out of her face. She’s a bit too vain to chop it shorter than her chin even though she could totally pull off a pixie cut

Obviously she has glasses I’m a woman of taste. She’s tried several times to perform laser eye surgery on herself but she always immediately strains them before she can recover, so she’s permanently fucked up her eyesight

Human technology kind of stagnated and progressed at the same time in a paradoxical sort of way, which is why UNIT still wears their old green uniforms (also it’s a damn shame we never see canon!Kate in a UNIT beret and fatigues)

Vampire pale due to stress, both mentally and due to her constantly putting her body through experiments to see how much of the human genome she can tweak before it starts shutting down

She has a massive burn scar over her stomach from a repurposed-by-human-gangs Dalek phaser. It shot a hole through her and she has serious PTSD. She is easily triggered by sudden bright lights because of it

Up to viewer interpretation if it’s a mole or a piercing on her upper lip. Personally I am a got-a-tongue-piercing-in-uni-that-she-regrets-but-still-kept Kate truther, do with that as you will

(also if anyone is interested, I’m taking the advice of a friend and might start writing x reader fics for Kate. My asks and dms are always open for requests. I haven’t made a rules/limits post yet so just ask if you’re unsure! <3 Might dust off my AO3 account as well)