#anyways thank u all for interacting with sora all this time

[sanchoyo]

arc v 15-22 thoughts!!

-i forgot to say it last post, but i really really love the first op! and the ost in general is rly rly good. going to be very sad when they change the op eventually (prob around the ep 25-35 mark im guessing?) -its so funny yuya doesnt wear his school uniform at all except kinda slinging the jacket over his shoulders. all the other male students have pants that match their jacket! but fuck it hes the protag, he can wear his cargos I guess! -tbh glad shingo pointed out its unfair only yuya has pendulum cards, lol. true. (the fact yuya is upset reiji had them was bullshit! u have protag privilege! u dont even know where the cards came from! be more concerned about that!)

-shingo in general is kinda a Silly Guy and I like him more each time we see him. kinda just wanna see him and yuzu interact more too…when she yelled at him. and he still came up to tell yuya to stop eating gross infront of a 'lady'…hes a feminist king! -LMAO STRONG ISHIMA QUIT TO GO TRAIN OVERSEAS AFTER LOSING TO A 14 YR OLD. feel so bad for that guy ngl hope he comes back at some point -ok how did i not notice the xyz course student at lds has a big dipper head piece/star theme….thats SUCH a funny detail in reference to zexal? pls. not going to remember this charas name bc masumi is clearly the leader of their lil pack but I love it -very cool yuzu gets her own rival (assuming masumi will be?) and training arc moment, but also, she should already KNOW fusion! her dad! is a duel teacher! -sora being lke 'is this allowed? is this allowed?' when helping yuzu..LMAO whos boots are u licking. be an ally to yuzu and HELP her if she wants it -yuzu having a magical accessory like all the main ygo charas!! tbh shes the main character. To Me -yuyas mom having a million pets is SO CUTE. finally a protag with pets. and who is a clown. relatable. tho i dont like him rushing his mom to make pancakes or being fussy abt breakfast!! ur 14 dude just make ur own pancakes if u want some!!! good god

-the lil gang of kids that follow yuya around i am trying sooo hard not to be annoyed by them but by god are they annoying me anyway -MICHIOOOOO IS SO CUTE. FRECKLES. ALSO HE KNOWS HOW TO COOK!!! i love seeing hobbies outside of dueling in ygo lol. also his fans being housewives is like, kind of uncomfortable? his cards are cute tho, love the food theme. truly character of all time (I can already tell we'll probably never see him again RIP i hate ygo for making me attached to minor charas) -god this is so fucked up. duelists on motorcycles and xyz duelists shouldnt be fighitng they should be kissing -sora eating breakfast lunch and dinner at yuyas is so funny. freeloader king. but why did he put chocolate on sardines. what the fuck! -aaaaah yuzu not wanting to learn fusion from her dad is bc she feels like a burden to his school and feels protective over it? god her plight to get stronger and her mystery bracelet stuff IS SO much more interesting than w/e yuya's 'i have to duel 5 ppl to get in a tournament to become a pro' stuff is! shes fr the protag in my heart! -oh My God theyre putting people In The Cards. yugi grampa moment! reiji is SO chill about it like 'oh huh. ppl got sealed into cards. well, cant fix it just yet. huh. anyway. lets start working on that I Guess.' LIKE DUDE. sweet that he seems to actually care but hes SO calm -reiji's moms snake shoes fuck severely -reiji defending yuyas honor to the congressman dude is so sweet. he doesnt really KNOW yuya isnt behind any of the attacks (but like, we Know he Isnt) -…yuya admitted hes bad at science and math! a ygo protag whos bad at math!!! the duel disks must do damage calculation automatically lol, thank god for that -'yuya doesnt even know merci!!!!' boy hes not about to know mercy in this duel shut up. why would he need to know random french phrases theyre in japan arent they -ok. the whole thing nico told yuya 'its your JOB to make ppl happy as a pro, you HAVE to go beyond expectations'…feels very apt to compare this to a parasocial celeb type relationship situation. ppl always expect him to be Happy and Entertain them (and to an extent hes always playing into it…) it rly feels like a bad extension of the 'laugh when u want to cry!' emotional suppression and masking and it feels BAD man. feels like its going nowhere good! -yuzu and soras friendship is growing on me SO Much im gonna be SO mad when hes outed as a snake -masumi and yuzu moment!!!! gay asf to have a rival!!!! but god yuzu rly is being the protag for ME. she has a bff (sora) and a rival!!! dude!!! yuya ya girl is stealing the show for me!!!

- im sick of these MEN KNOCKING HER OUT OF THE WAY (LITRALLY THIS TIME) AAAH!!!! BITCH GO AWAY I WANTED TO SEE THE GIRLS DUEL!!! (syun?? ute??? these have to be mispellings of their names right. i googled them and its shun and yuto. which. yu name. 3rd protag after yuzu and yuya. better to call them this than 'emo yuya' lol) -anyway shun got punched in the stomach by yuto and CRUMBLED like a wet paper bag and yuto tossed him over his shoulder LMAO. and sora challenges him of course. HEAVEN FORBID we let yuzu duel here. christ she almost got to duel!!! we were so close!!! her bracelet seems to be just teleporting xyz boy all over the place -mieru and cathy would be besties omg her vibes! spooky lil tarot girl! (also, to enter the same tournament as yuya I assume shes at least 12-13 despite looking like. 9-10…right…since the younger kids made the comment they couldnt enter bc of their age…so her crush on yuya isnt actually So Weird right…sighs at anime always making girls look weirdly young) -BUT MIERU FOR REAL USING YGO CARDS FOR TAROT READINGS IS OBJECTIVELY HILARIOUS JKDKJAHKJN OK GIRL!!! i want her to read my fortune or whatever like tell me what house my suns are in -'your future is wrapped in darkness' no shit hes a ygo protag! ofc he will go thru some shit! itll be fiiiine in the end tho girl im not worried. (she continues to hammer in the fact hes doomed and draws the tower for him LMAO)

[cyancherub]

aftertouch

this is PART ONE of the FIVE PART HORROR miniseries WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING.

itadori yuuji x reader x sukuna

dynamic // yuuji x fem!reader x sukuna

genre // smut + horror

aged up characters (25+)

heavy nsfw + dc, minors do not interact

part one word count // 12.8k

playlist // to devour

header by @dilf-uc​ thank u sora my beloved !!!!!

DO NOT POST MY WORK ON TIKTOK.

SERIES SUMMARY

a killer is ravaging the streets of your once-peaceful town. will your new roommate protect you from the nightmares that exist both in your head and out of it?

WARNINGS FOR PART ONE (please read)

horror + general cw - graphic imagery, nightmares; mentions and descriptions of gore, death, and cannibalism; reader smokes

nsfw cw - sexual tension, teasing, foreplay, marking/biting, begging, strength kink, dry humping, breath play, clit slaps, fingering, edging, rough sex, manhandling, nipple play, masturbation (m) (ish), oral (f! receiving), mating press, pussy job (ish), spit kink, praise kink, overstimulation, creampie

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It’s late October, the day is gray, and the sidewalk is empty.

It’s eerie, the way the leaves crunch underfoot just a little too loudly — the only sound in the air aside from your own footsteps. You suppose it’s been this way for a while now. Desolate. Ever since the killings started.

You glance over your shoulder, just to make sure no one’s following.

You really shouldn’t be out by yourself. That’s what the news reports all said, anyway: don’t go out alone. Don’t go out at night. Don’t live alone, not if you can help it.

The killer targets young women, especially those who live all alone. He breaks into their homes and takes them.

And then they turn up god knows where, with pieces of them missing. Pieces — chunks of their flesh gone, torn away. Some of the victims appear with handprints everywhere: large vestiges of cruelty littering their lifeless skin. And then there are the bite marks: deep and visceral, marring brutalized flesh. So many bites that there’s barely ever an inch of skin left untouched.

You glance backward again, just for good measure.

You shouldn’t be thinking about this. No use for mass hysteria, one reporter had said. Take precautions and you’ll be fine. We’re looking for him. We’ll find him.

You pick up your pace, digging in the recesses of your pocket, with your lips pursed around an unlit cigarette. It takes your numb, jittery fingers a second to grasp the lighter.

You cup a shaky hand over the cigarette between your lips, shielding it from the harsh wind. It’s been cold and dry lately; the air is so brutal, so bone-chilling and stripped, that your lips have scabbed over from splitting so many times.

They taste like blood every time you run your tongue over them.

You flick the lighter, hold the flame to the end of the cigarette until it ignites. You take a drag the same second it catches, feeling some of your stress subside as soon as you do — your body’s conditioned response.

Take precautions and you’ll be fine.

You’re trying to take precautions. You’ve been trying, to no avail. This is a last-ditch effort.

When you lift your arm to check your watch, you realize that you’re going to be late. That’s alright. You slow your pace, just slightly; you’ll give yourself a little more time with the lifeline between your lips.

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You’re only halfway finished with your cigarette by the time you make it to the cafe. But this should be enough to get you through — enough to take the edge off. Just enough, though. You drop its remains to the ground, crush them to ash under your foot, and open the door to the cafe.

If you hadn’t recognized the man you’re meeting by his strangely colored hair, you’d recognize him by the fact that he’s the only person in here — aside from the waitress, who’s typing away at her phone near the kitchen.

But he doesn’t notice you. Not yet, at least, because he’s sitting with his back to the door. That seems like such an odd choice to you. Such a vulnerable choice. You’d have chosen to sit on the other side, where you could keep an eye on the door of the cafe.

“Itadori?” you say, a little early — still approaching him from behind.

He looks back over his shoulder, wide-eyed, and gulps down a big, hurried bite of whatever he’s eating. Then he’s leaping to his feet, turning toward you.

“Y/n?”

“That’s me,” you say, extending a hand.

“You can call me Yuuji,” the stranger says genially, shaking your hand. His hand is large around yours. Rough and warm.

Warmth — you feel like it’s been a while since you’ve felt that. Everything has been dark and cold. Every surface you touch has been frigid, lifeless. You’re just realizing that now.

Yuuji’s handshake is as enthusiastic and exuberant as his smile. You’re almost sad when he lets go of your hand.

He gestures cheerfully to the bench opposite him and waits for you to sit before he does the same. You take off your scarf and he watches, taking a big gulp of his drink.

“Do you want something?” he smiles.

“Well,” you shrug. “I don’t want to put you out or anyth—”

But Yuuji’s already turning to call the waitress over, waving cheerily in her direction.

You’re struck by his demeanor. It’s too bright. It doesn’t fit, not here in this town — not with everything that’s happened. Darkness is the only thing that resides here; the sun abandoned this place long ago. Gloom fills the streets, stalks under the gray clouds that obscure the moon each night. No one is supposed to be happy. No one is supposed to be cheerful. Fear: that’s all anyone has known for the past six months. No one is allowed to feel anything else.

And that’s why, instantly, you take to him. Maybe that brightness is so out of place that it’s uncanny. But it’s so nice to look at the person across from you and realize that he hasn’t yet been consumed by the horror of the present. To you, it’s like seeing the sun after months of rain. You’re basking in it.

You’re so engrossed in the energy of his movements — your own so lackluster in comparison — that you completely miss what he orders for you.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say, watching the waitress walk off.

“Oh,” he says quizzically. “I didn’t say I was gonna pay for it.”

You blink at him in confusion.

“I’m just kidding!” he laughs. “Of course I’ll pay for it.”

“Oh.” The joke is so ridiculous that you find yourself bursting into laughter. It’s the first time you’ve laughed in so long that the sound of it is almost strange — unfamiliar.

And now you’re even smiling over the table at him, matching his wide grin with your own, charmed. The first source of happiness you’ve found in this town in a long, long time.

“So, about your ad,” he’s saying, already moving onto the next topic of conversation — the cadence of his words quick and comfortable, like you’ve known each other for years. “I know you wanted a girl as a roommate, and I wasn’t trying to be weird by answering it or anything —”

“That’s alright,” you shrug. “The ad’s been up for a while now. Ever since… ever since, you know…”

You trail off, completing the thought in your head. Ever since the killings started ramping up, and I realized how dangerous it is for me to live on my own. And now I’m desperate, because no one wants to move into a new place, and there’s a fucking killer on the loose. One who might come crawling through my bedroom window one of these nights. And no one will be in the next room over to hear me scream for help.

You consider saying it, but you don’t want your desperation to scare him off. And saying it would make the whole thing seem too real, anyway. So, instead, you just let the unfinished sentence dangle in the air.

“No bites so far?” asks Yuuji. You watch as he gulps down the rest of his food eagerly.

Bites. What an awful word to use. You can’t hear it without thinking of those flesh wounds piercing the victims’ bodies. You can’t hear it without imagining incisors digging deep, so deep they puncture skin. And the teeth don’t stop there; they dig deeper and deeper still, not stopping until they reveal flesh, blood, gristle, bone.

You cringe, but Yuuji’s just looking at you innocently as he awaits a response.

“Nope. None so far,” you say. “Except yours, of course.”

“Sorry,” he laughs bashfully. “I know there’s a lot of bad stuff going on. I know it’s a weird time for some strange guy to message you. But I just figured… I need a place, and the rent is so cheap. It couldn’t hurt to try.”

Yuuji’s right about the rent being cheap. You’d dropped the price ridiculously low, trying to lure someone in. At this point, you’d pay someone to move in with you.

“Don’t worry about it,” you shrug. “I probably would’ve done the same if I were you.”

There’s a smile on his face. It’s open, friendly, and entirely non-threatening — the same smile he was wearing in his profile picture when he answered your ad. It’s that smile that had you thinking, Maybe a guy roommate is okay. He seems alright.

Yuuji’s talking about the job market now; apparently, it took him some time to find a job after he moved to town a while ago.

“What do you do?” you ask.

“I’m here and there,” he says brightly, lacing his fingers together. “Construction, mostly.”

You glance at his hands; they’re covered in scratches and bruises, a mess of fading colors.

“What’s with the bruises?”

“Boxing,” he says. “Just a hobby. It’s dangerous out there. Gotta stay safe.”

You nod, looking at his knuckles. His hands are big, calloused and rough — the kind that could knock a guy’s teeth out. Considering the scars littering his knuckles, they probably have before.

When you meet his eyes, you realize he’s been watching you study his hands. He looks mildly amused.

“Boxing,” you repeat. You’re reevaluating him — looking at him in a different light, now that this new information is on the table. You narrow your eyes, scrutinizing him. He’s not a huge guy, but he’s decently big. You bet he’s well-built under the hoodie. Maybe you can get a bodyguard out of this, and not just a roommate. “That’s pretty cool.”

Who better to have the next room over?

He shrugs, smiling genially. “It’s fun. What about you? What do you do for work?”

“I work for Sunny Hill Gazette.” Where I hear every single detail about this nightmare of a case, you’d add, if you weren’t so hesitant to darken his cheerful mood.

“Smart girl.”

“Oh, no,” you say, frazzled. “I’m not a journalist or anything. I’m just a receptionist.”

You don’t know if he was flirting with you just now; it was probably said innocently. Then again, the mischief in his tone and the little smile on his face say otherwise.

Either way, the unexpected praise has your stomach in knots. It’s been a while since you’ve had this kind of human interaction. You can barely even remember the last date you went on.

Not that this is a date, of course.

Yuuji smiles, throwing an arm over the back of the bench. “I’m still impressed,” he says. “All my brain’s good for is telling my body what to do,” he laughs. “I bet you hear some gruesome stuff, though.”

You nod. “Honestly, I would’ve quit forever ago if I wasn’t struggling to make rent.”

He looks at you sympathetically.

As if he knows just what you need — a distraction — he launches into a spiel about the woes of working construction. Lazy co-workers, short-term contracts, a shitty boss. Somehow, he manages to put a positive spin on everything, to turn it humorous. It takes your mind off of the killings, at least for the moment.

Time in this cafe seems nonexistent; you don’t know how much has passed when the waitress comes to set your food on the table.

Yuuji continues to chatter away as you bite into the wrap he ordered for you. It’s much better than you expected, and for the first time in forever, you actually have an appetite. You wolf it down, only pausing to cover your mouth and laugh when he says something funny.

As you eat, you find yourself soothed by the atmosphere of the cafe. In the warm light, with the gloom outside held at bay (the rain and cold stopping just short at the windows, instead of consuming you, for once), you feel safe.

It’s so nice to feel safe.

Soon, you’re finishing off your wrap as Yuuji pilfers fries off of your tray. You find it endearing, so you push the tray forward and pick at them with him.

But, inevitably, you find your thoughts wandering back to the killer. There’s no escaping him; he’s always hiding in your mind somewhere, waiting to devour any sliver of happiness that happens to find you.

“It’s crazy, what’s happening out there,” you say, looking out at the empty street. For a moment, your mind casts the street in darkness. You imagine, under the sinister cover of the night, a man dragging a girl down the fire escape across the street. In your head, she kicks and screams, clawing at his arms.

“Yeah,” Yuuji agrees. When you look back to him, he’s frowning, slightly pale. “It’s fucked up.”

You nod; you’re thinking about your apartment now. The darkness that fills the place every night after you turn out the lights. It gets heavier as time goes on, like more things are lurking there. You don’t even get a reprieve from the horror as you sleep — because the killer stalks your dreams, too, terrorizing your unconscious mind.

The nightmares plague you almost every night, nonsensical and gory.

“I can see why you’re looking for a roommate,” Yuuji’s saying. “It must be scary to be on your own.”

“Yeah.”

Dejectedly, you look down at your empty tray. You know this meeting is coming to an end. The prospect of leaving this place and losing this company — this warmth — is utterly gut-wrenching. Your apartment seems suddenly sinister and cold — as if something evil took up residence there while you were gone, and is now waiting for you to return.

Move in with me. For a moment, the words are at the tip of your tongue.

You allow yourself a desperate little fantasy; you imagine him coming home with you, warming up the entire place. You know the dark wouldn’t feel as suffocating with him there. But, as much as you want to drag him home with you right now, you didn’t come here with the intention of inviting him into your home right away. This meeting was just to test the waters.

You hadn’t anticipated being drawn to him this fast.

The waitress drops the check off at the table, and the fantasy dissipates. As much as you like him, you need to give it a little more time. You have to be cautious.

“Thank you,” you say as he grabs the check. “I think I’m going to wait a little longer. Maybe see if I get any other responses to the ad.”

“Yeah, okay,” Yuuji nods, good-natured. “I appreciate you meeting with me.”

You feel guilty, watching him count bills to put them in the check presenter. But he doesn’t seem to mind, still well-disposed as he downs the rest of his soda and stands, shoving his wallet into his back pocket.

“How about I walk you to your car?” he asks.

“I walked here,” you say sheepishly. It definitely wasn’t a smart move, but you didn’t realize the streets would be empty as they were. You’d just been craving some sunlight.

Not that you’d ended up getting any.

“I can walk you home?” he offers.

You’ve seen too many stalker films to allow him to walk you all the way, but maybe he can walk you halfway back.

“Okay,” you agree.

You feel comforted as you walk out of the restaurant behind him. He’s like an unlikely guard dog. A mastiff, maybe — some breed with a sweet face and sharp teeth.

He does have a sweet face; you keep peeking up at it as he walks beside you with his hands in his pockets, a light blush on his cheeks from the cold.

He catches you staring. “What?” he asks coyly.

You clear your throat, laughing. “Nothing,” you say, reminding yourself that this entire thing was just a meeting. Not a date.

It’s chilly out. Time really did disappear, back in the cafe. The sun will set soon; you’re grateful that he’s here beside you, walking you back. You’re grateful that you’re not an easy target.

He makes you feel so safe that you let him walk you almost all the way home. Just in case, you stop the street before yours. Just in case.

Guiltily, you look up at him and say, “Well, I can make it the rest of the way back, I think.”

“Okay,” he shrugs amiably.

You shift from one foot to the other. “Yuuji,” you blurt suddenly. “Can I have your number?”

He grins. “Yeah. Of course.”

“I meant for the apartment,” you say, fully aware that you could just as well message him on the site where you put the ad up. “In case I don’t get any other responses, I’ll call you.”

He agrees, pulls out his phone, and the two of you exchange numbers.

When it’s all done, you have a strange compulsion to hug him — drawn in like a moth to a lantern. He pauses for a second when you wrap your arms around him, surprised. But he reciprocates quickly, pulls you tighter against him.

It’s odd — two strangers embracing in the middle of the desolate sidewalk. You know it’s odd, but you don’t care. You just want to soak up what warmth you can. You’ll store it up for the days ahead, because you know that they will be — inevitably — lonely, terrifying, and cold.

You pull back after too long, embarrassed.

He’s a little stunned, but smiling. Blushing.

“Thank you for meeting with me,” you say sheepishly.

“Any time,” he says. “It was fun.”

“Yeah,” you say woefully. “I’ll be in touch.”

He nods. “Get home safe, okay?”

“I will.”

His warmth lasts you the rest of the walk to your apartment.

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Another death today.

It’s been two weeks since your meeting with Yuuji, and the killings have gotten more frequent. No one else has answered your ad.

The reporter talking on the television is a young woman whose face you’ve seen several times a week for the past six months. You wonder if she’s always looked this old. This tired. She can’t be much older than you, but it’s clear that these past six months have chewed her up and spit her out, the maw of a hungry beast.

The wind whips the reporter’s hair against her face. It sticks to her lips. They’re chapped, just like yours. You can see her nails every time she pauses to move the hair out of her face. They’re horribly short, chewed down to the quick. Crusted with blood.

She’s standing at the riverbank. There’s a thin layer of brown slush where the murky water meets the land. The sky is dark; the sun is hidden away, tucked behind the clouds — a well-kept secret.

There was still sun this time last year. This year is much darker than the last, colder.

The body was found right here on the riverbank.

The coffee in your mug tastes acrid. It’s murky, like the river.

You imagine that you can see a red tinge to the slush behind the reporter. For a split second, you can even visualize a body floating there on the banks of the river. It’s a gruesome apparition: washed ashore, green and bloated. The flesh eaten away. Most of it by the killer, of course, who left his rotten leftovers to be consumed by the things that come up from the depths of the river to feed.

The remaining flesh was covered in marks.

Bite marks. Bruises. Handprints. At this point, it’s predictable. Tired.

What was left of the remains were identified as belonging to the woman who disappeared some time ago from her apartment on 15th Street.

You feel your blood run cold. It all drains from your face, leaves your skin numb. Your mouth is dry, but you swallow anyway. 15th Street — just one street over.

She lived alone. The neighbors notified the police that they hadn’t seen her for some time. The police found her bedroom window smashed. There was dried blood on the windowsill. It was presumed that she had been dragged through the glass.

The killer could’ve walked just a little further, could’ve stalked up your street instead. He could’ve dragged you, kicking and screaming, through the jagged glass of your broken window. He still can.

Maybe you’re next.

That’s now one body found practically every other day, says the reporter.

Every other day. Maybe, the day after tomorrow, the killer will come through your window, and you’ll feel his teeth on your skin.

Every other day, she repeats.

It feels like a death sentence. A ticking time bomb.

You lose your tenuous grip on your mug, and it falls to the carpet, hitting the ground with a muted thump. Numbly, you look down at the coffee seeping from the mug. It stains the carpet, soaks into it. It’s evening, and that was your third cup of the day — an unsuccessful attempt to feel, for once, awake. Alive. Nightmares rob you of your sleep almost every night; lack of rest keeps you foggy during the day. Not that your waking hours are any less of a nightmare.

No matter how much coffee you drink, you can’t erase the exhaustion that’s settled deep in your bones.

Please stay safe, the reporter says wearily, as the coffee bleeds into the carpet by your feet. Do what you can to protect yourself.

You’re already grasping your phone in your shaking hand and tapping to a familiar name. The emergency broadcast cuts off abruptly, and then the evening news resumes. The man in the center of the screen smiles wearily at the camera.

In other news, he’s saying, the Sunny Hill Association welcomes you to claim a plot at the new community garden. A false, unnatural smile twists up his lips. Footage of the community garden starts to roll. It’s pathetic and gray; the flowers are wilting, the vegetables small and bruised.

You raise your phone to your ear as it rings, praying for an answer.

It comes after several rings.

“Hello?”

A bright voice, just the one you were hoping for. As soon as you hear it, relief floods your body.

“Yuuji?” you croak.

“Y/n,” he says, recognizing your voice immediately, the enthusiasm clear through the line. “What’s up? How are you?”

“Great,” you lie weakly. You might as well cut the bullshit. Get right to it. “Are you still looking for a place?” you ask abruptly.

“Oh,” he says. You can hear the confusion in his voice for a second; quickly, it’s replaced by eagerness. “Yeah, actually. I am.”

You look out the living room window. Night is beginning to fall, and the gray light filtering in gets dimmer by the second. Darkness comes earlier and earlier each night, swallowing the day whole.

Momentarily, you wonder if tonight will be the night that the killer comes to eat you whole. To rend your flesh from your bones. To devour.

And if not tonight, will it be tomorrow night?

“Can you move in tomorrow?” you ask hurriedly.

“Tomorrow?” he says, surprised. “That’s so soon.”

“Yeah. Tomorrow.” You’re too tired to offer an explanation, so you just punctuate your sentence with a shaky breath.

There’s a moment of pensive silence.

“Yuuji. Please,” you croak. “I’ll waive the rent for —”

“What?” he laughs. “Are you crazy? Don’t do that. I’ll try to pack my stuff tonight, alright? And I’ll be there tomorrow.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Okay. Thank you.”

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“That’s all of it?” you ask anxiously, watching Yuuji manhandle a box through the doorframe of what’s now his room.

You glance quickly out the living room window; the gloom outside is building, a pale blue. Night still won’t fall for a few more hours, but you don’t want him to leave, even if he has more to move. You want him to be settled. To be here, in case you need him.

“That’s it,” Yuuji says genially, setting the box down on the floor of his room. It’s a big box, heavy — you could tell that from the way his fingers dug into the cardboard at the bottom of it as he carried it. But, still, he seemed to lift it with so little effort. He’d moved everything easily, denying you every time you’d offered help.

He must be a lot stronger than he looks.

Not that he doesn’t look strong. You were right, back at the cafe. He is well-built. Lean, but strong. Powerful but lithe, like a fighter should be. You can see it through his clothes. His pants are baggy, but his shirt is light and thin, and it’s clinging to the sweat on his chest and stomach.

You’re relieved he’s here, especially now that you have a better idea of his physical abilities. He walks into the living room; you track him closely with your eyes, as if he’ll disappear if you lose sight of him. You need him here, have to make sure he stays, because you need him to protect you from the evil that lurks in the dark.

You don’t care that he plops onto the couch in the living room covered in sweat; at this point, he could do whatever he wanted, and you’d just thank him for being here.

“Perfect,” you say, delayed.

Now that he’s here with you — now that he’s moved in and settled — you know it’s psychological, but the gloom outside seems to recede. The apartment lights seem a little brighter, a little more intense; the glass on the windows feels a little thicker, the lock on the front door stronger.

Safe. This is exactly how you should feel in your own home. You’d forgotten what that’s like.

Yuuji plops onto the couch, lifting the bottom of his shirt up to wipe the sweat off of his face. You catch a glimpse of his stomach; it’s well-defined. Sweat snakes down his abs. It’s frigid in the apartment, but, still, he’s warm.

Yuuji drops his shirt, then looks up at you. Catches you staring. “What’s up?” he smiles.

“Oh, nothing,” you laugh nonsensically, slightly flustered. “Want some water?”

“Sure.”

He reclines on the couch; you fill a glass of water and bring it to him, sitting a little too close.

“Thanks,” he says, accepting the glass from you with a bright smile. “I was wondering where you keep these.”

“Top right, next to the fridge,” you laugh. You don’t even know why you’re laughing; you’re just so relieved that it’s making you giddy.

“Perfect,” he says, before gulping the water down.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you blurt, watching him drink.

You know that you shouldn’t be so frank, that you shouldn’t be sitting so close, that you shouldn’t be acting so overeager. You’re overstepping boundaries; you barely even know him. He’s only just moved in. And you definitely don’t want to weird him out, because you need him here. But you’re feeling comfortable, warm for the first time in ages, and you’re realizing how desperately you’ve been craving human connection.

“Me too,” he says, licking the water off his lips. “The rent was super high at my other place. And,” he says, smiling at you, “I’ve been hoping you’d call me back ever since the cafe.”-

“Because of the apartment?”

“Yeah, that too,” he laughs. “But nah. What I mean is, I think you’re cute.”

You sit there awkwardly, taken aback by how blunt he is. How frank. He’s just looking at you, unabashed and smiling.

“Oh,” you say. “Really?”

“Really. I’ve been wondering what the scoop is with you,” he smiles.

The scoop. You laugh. “Is that a newspaper joke?”

“Yeah, of course it is, Smarty Pants,” he teases.

“Well, I’m flattered,” you laugh. “I mean, you always could’ve called me if you wanted.”

He shrugs. “I thought about asking you out, but I didn’t want to creep you out or anything. Especially with everything… going on.”

“It’s not creepy,” you say, flustered. “You can still ask me out if you want.”

He grins boyishly. “Maybe I should ask you in? Considering we live together now.”

You’re beguiled by his charm, soaking it in after so long in the gloom.

An impromptu “date” with him, here in the apartment. You’re considering it. Would it be weird? Especially now that he’s living with you? Maybe, but you find yourself drawn closer and closer to him by the moment. The more you think about it, the nicer it seems.

“If you want, I mean,” he shrugs. “And it’s no hard feelings if you’re not into it, you know? Since we live together and all.”

“I’d like to go… in, actually,” you say sheepishly. “Like you said. I think it sounds nice.”

“Oh, great,” he pipes. “Should we put on a movie later or something?”

“Yeah,” you say. “Definitely.”

“Are you an early sleeper?”

“Generally, yeah,” you say. “Why?”

“Just wondering when we should put the movie on,” he says.

“Anytime is fine.”

“Lemme shower first, though,” he says, rising from the couch. “I’ll pick you up from your room at 8?” he teases.

☽☽☽☽☽

The pale, dying evening light filters in through the window, bathing the couch in twilight. You and Yuuji are already settled in, having eaten the takeout that he’d ordered beforehand. You’re slightly buzzed on a beer he cracked open for you, and you feel nice.

He’s scrolling through channels with one arm tossed lazily over the back of the couch.

“What do you want to watch?” he asks.

“Anything is fine,” you respond, laying a blanket out over yourself. You toss one over to him, and he sets it aside. “I really don’t mind,” you say.

Really, you don’t. You’re just grateful that he’s here; you couldn’t care less what he puts on for the two of you to watch. It’s enough that, for once, you’re not terrified to sit in the dark of your own apartment, worrying about who might be lurking in the shadows.

You’re content, watching him scroll through the channels.

“Alright,” he says brightly. “I’ll pick something good, I promise.”

“Great. Just nothing scary, okay?”

He peeks over at you curiously. His eyes are big and bright in the dying light, the blue of the TV dancing across his face. “I gotcha,” he laughs, grinning. “But you know I’ll protect you, right?”

You feel your stomach twist. He’d said it jokingly, but it’s just what you’d needed to hear. “Thank you,” you say.

“You like action movies?”

“That sounds good.”

“Great,” he pipes.

The movie opens with an intense scene of a car chase.

Outside, rain starts to fall, pattering against the glass of the window. You can smell him beside you, the soap on his skin from his shower. It’s a masculine smell, distinct. You find it comforting. And there’s something else about it, too.

It’s addicting, you think. Intoxicating.

The movie progresses. It’s not your kind of film, but that’s fine. All you can think about is him, his protective presence beside you. The heat coming off his body.

You adjust under your blanket, wrapping it tighter around yourself.

“It’s kind of cold in here, isn’t it?” Yuuji asks.

When you look over and up at him, his eyes are raking over your wrapped-up form. You know exactly what he’s doing, asking you that. It is cold, but he doesn’t even have a blanket over him; he’s just splayed out beside you in sweats and a hoodie.

He’s just trying to get you closer.

“Yeah,” you laugh sheepishly. “I don’t turn the heat on very high. It’s a habit. To save money, you know?”

“You can come closer if you wanna get warm,” he smiles. “I’m not gonna bite.”

There it is. And you’re going with it, playing along, with your stomach full of butterflies.

So you oblige, scooting close to him on the couch. He adjusts for you, props his arm up on the back of the couch so you can push your body up against his. The rush of warmth hits you; pleasure floods your limbs just from the proximity. You drop your head onto his shoulder, resting your hand lazily on his stomach. It’s easy to feel all of the ridges of muscle under his hoodie, his lean body — hard and powerful. He wraps an arm around you, envelops you in warmth. Pulls you closer.

Your stomach feels tight. It’s been a while since you’ve felt anticipation like this. You want him, crave him; it’s an intense desire. A hunger.

Before you really know what you’re doing, you’re slipping your hand under his shirt. You touch him, feel his stomach under your fingertips: firm, hot. His abdomen rises and falls as he breathes, steady under your splayed fingertips.

The movie plays for a few tense minutes. His fingers toy with the edge of your shirt lazily, warmth seeping through the fabric and onto your skin. His heat is addicting — a drug. You move your hand lower on his stomach, just slightly. And then, with a hurriedness that tells you he can’t restrain himself anymore, Yuuji slides his hand up your shirt.

You shudder at the first touch, his hand burning hot on your skin. It’s been so long since you’ve felt a touch like this — you need it.

“You’re okay?” he asks, breathy. It’s barely a question; just a few hasty, murmured words. You can hear the anticipation lacing his words, under the sounds of the movie that you’re watching with glassy eyes.

You nod, feel his fingers move over your stomach — exploring. He moves them lower, runs them lightly — teasingly — over your waistband, laughs softly when you gasp.

You’re breathing hard, feeling his fingers travel upward. They keep getting more curious, more eager. He covers every inch of your skin: squeezing, groping. And you want more, so much…

“More,” you murmur, hazy.

Yuuji pulls you onto his lap roughly, facing outward, slipping both hands under your shirt. His dick is already hard beneath you, pressing up against you. You feel his lips brush your neck; his breaths are hot on your skin, getting heavier the further up his hands get. As his hands come up to cup your tits through your bra, his mouth closes in on your neck: licking, sucking your skin. You shudder. His hands squeeze, eager. A little whimper escapes your mouth; he swears under his breath, rips your bra down roughly to free your tits so he can take one in each hand, groping hard.

“That feels so good,” you murmur. He’s too eager, groping too hard, but somehow it’s just right. The pain is so good, delicious. The want behind each touch has your stomach in knots.

“So fucking good, Yuuji,” you murmur, bringing a hand backward to pull at his hair.

He keeps kissing your neck, keeps running his tongue over it, wet and hot. Each time you tug at his hair he gets a little rougher. He nips at your skin — not hard, but just enough to make you shudder. His hands get more eager, groping your tits harder, his fingers pinching your nipples. You squirm in his lap, gasping, wet and desperate from being manhandled. A quiet groan spills from his mouth; he thrusts up against your ass, feverish.

“Want me to touch you some more?” he asks, heavily.

“Please,” you murmur desperately, grinding down on his dick. “Please, I need it.”

“It’s really cute when you beg,” he laughs against your neck, gripping your waist from behind.

Roughly, he wrestles you off of his lap, laying you out on the couch so he can climb on top of you. There’s that brute strength again, so much of it — a natural roughness, more strength than he knows what to do with. And as you’re thinking about the possibilities of what he could do with all of that strength and enthusiasm, he’s wrenching your arms roughly above your head, pinning them there with one hand. You wince, and he mumbles sorry, but you don’t even have the time to answer before his lips are meeting yours. He forces your mouth open with his tongue, pushes it into your mouth, eager.

The kiss is so hungry. Hot, wet — sloppy. His tongue gets deeper in your mouth, and he grinds down against you, pushes you further down into the couch cushions. You can feel the hunger in every single movement. The heat intensifies as he ruts his dick against you, thrusting hard through your clothes. You think the separation might drive you insane. You want to feel him; you’re feverish, getting more desperate each time he grinds his dick down against you. You keep bucking your hips upward, desperate for more pressure between your legs. He keeps kissing you, deep and messy, just pausing to nip at your lips before shoving his tongue in your mouth again.

As his tongue explores your mouth, he adjusts — brings his knee up between your legs, forcing them further and further apart. He doesn’t stop until his knee is pushing up against your pussy. You gasp; it’s just what you need. Pressure. Breathless, you squirm, moving your hips now that you have something to grind on.

“Does it feel good?” he asks, soft and teasing — pulling back just enough to talk with his lips still on yours.

You nod, faraway, drunk on the feeling as you rub your pussy on his knee for friction.

“Tell me,” he says. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“So fucking good,” you murmur as you move your hips, shuddering. “It feels so fucking good.”

He pushes his tongue back into your mouth, kisses you again — hungry and sloppy, until you’re gasping. Every so often he’ll pause just to tease into your mouth, low and breathless — Do you want me to fuck you? Do you wanna feel my dick inside of you? Do you want me to stretch this pussy out?

Yes, yes, yes. Please. While you’re murmuring desperate, breathless affirmations, he’s tightening his hand around your wrists, pinning them down harder. He ruts his dick against your thigh while you squirm against him, the both of you so desperate to use each other.

So fucking cute, he’s teasing, as he drags his dick up and down your thigh. You’re so fucking cute, begging like that.

You can feel the heat of his dick through your clothes, the size.

The tension between your thighs is building up as he pulls off of your mouth, trailing wet kisses down your chin. You need more; you’re a mess of want, squirming against his knee, wishing it was his dick pushing against your pussy. His breaths are hot against your skin, his mouth moving further and further down, licking and sucking your skin until he’s at your neck. He stops there, his tongue swirling against your throat, laughing softly as you buck your hips upward more desperately.

His hands are so tight around your wrists now that your fingers are going numb. Your head is hazy; all you can focus on is the feeling of his dick moving against your thigh, his hot breaths on your neck, the wetness dripping out of your pussy as you move it against him. His mouth keeps getting hungrier and hungrier on your throat, sucking on your skin so hard now that it stings — drawing blood to the surface.

There’s so much heat between your legs, and you’re dripping wet, needing more as you arch your back, begging for it. Yuuji, please.

“What do you want?” he says against your throat, squeezing your wrists. He adjusts, moving his knee back down while he brings his free hand down your body. Groggily, and with his mouth marking your throat, you feel him trail his fingers down until they’re between your legs. Instinctively, you spread your thighs. He presses his fingers against your pussy through your sweats, teasing.

“Tell me,” he says.

“I want...” you start, trailing off to shudder when he starts to move his fingers over your pussy, his touch just light enough to get you wanting more. You try to free your wrists, desperate for more than what he’s giving you, but he tightens his grip.

“What is it?” he grins against your neck, the heat of his fingers seeping through the fabric. He’s still humping your thigh, hard thrusts against it, breathing hard.

You’re arching your back, moving your hips to get more pressure from his fingers on your pussy. There’s so much tension built up in you already from all of this teasing — at this point, he could make you cum with barely any effort. You need him to.

“I want to cum,” you whimper breathlessly. You’d say anything, do anything to get him to fuck you. To make you cum. “I want you so bad, Yuuji,” you say, “don’t you want to feel my pussy?”

“Fuck.” He thrusts harder against your thigh. Laughs breathily into your neck. Then, finally, his touches get more urgent through your clothes. “Yeah, I want this pussy,” he slurs. “I bet it’s nice and wet for me.” He slaps your pussy through your clothes, and your hips jerk — the impact just right through the fabric. “I bet it’s gonna feel so good when I fuck it,” he says, breathy.

“Please,” you whimper.

Finally, he obliges — rutting against your thigh and sucking your neck as he slides his hand down the waistband of your sweats. He pins your wrists down harder above your head, pushes them further down into the couch. The anticipation is so much as his hand snakes downward; you’re already dripping wet, aching when his fingers come to hover over your clenching slit.

You let out a little whimper as he swipes his fingers over your pussy. He humps your thigh harder when he feels it, all that slick seeping out.

“So fucking wet,” he muses, teasing his fingers over your hole as he ruts against your thigh. “Fuck.”

He drags your wetness up to your clit, and you’re arching your back, sensitive. So much anticipation is building up between your thighs — your insides aching, puffy, begging for release.

While he presses his slippery fingers to your sensitive clit, you’re pleading for him to fuck you. Your pleas turn breathy, turn into hitching moans as he rubs your clit, grinding so hard into your thigh that you can tell — even doing all of this teasing, he’s just as worked up as you are.

He plays with your pussy until you’re right on the edge: swipes his fingers over your entrance, flicks over your clit at just the right pace, steady. Sucks your neck harder and harder as your back arches more, the tension building up so high it’s almost unbearable. You keep tightening up — more and more and more with each swipe of his fingers.

And then, when you’re right on the edge — one swipe of his fingers away from release, he takes his fingers away and shoves two of them deep inside your fluttering, dripping hole. You gasp at the sudden stretch — finally getting the intense friction that your aching insides have been needing so much. That stretch has the tension so close to bursting. You’re already clenching on his fingers, murmuring, oh, god, I’m gonna cum.

But he stops you right at the edge again, pulling his dripping fingers out of you. It leaves you so frustrated: your back arched, your chest heaving, nearly in tears from being denied the release you so desperately need.

“Fuck,” you choke.

Yuuji laughs softly into your neck, teasing his fingers over your fluttering slit as he waits for you to calm down. It’s only when the tension in you has subsided — just marginally — that he pushes his fingers back into your pussy. You shudder — sensitive, frustrated. His fingers curl against your dripping insides, drawing the tension back to the surface, quick. You don’t know how long you can last; he’s curling his fingers into your g-spot, pumping them in and out of you as his thumb toys with your clit.

You’re hurtling toward the orgasm he denied you, begging for him to let you cum. He thrusts against your thigh, grinning against your throat — It doesn’t take much to get you to beg. You really are desperate, aren’t you?

You are. He’s playing you just right, moving his fingers at just the right pace. You’re whimpering, gasping, tightening around them. As you get closer and closer to the edge, you’re slurring desperately for him to let you cum.

Yes, yes, just like that, right there, make me cum. Let me cum, I need to cum, please.

He’s humping feverishly against your thigh, his own breaths picking up. But he’s still toying with you, his breath hot on your throat, asking — Do you think I should let you? Do you think you deserve it?

You’re murmuring nothing coherent, just spreading your thighs and clenching up fast as his fingers curl faster, harder, squelching against your aching insides.

You’re right on the edge, quivering, with that sweet release just about to rack your body — when he pulls his fingers out again.

“Yuuji,” you sob, frustrated, “pleaseplease, don’t, I’m so close. Put them back in, make me cum, please.”

“I wanna taste you first,” he says, slipping his fingers out of your pants to suck them clean.

He releases your aching wrists and forces you upright to wrestle your shirt off of you, then drops it to the floor. And now that your hands are free, you’re running them all over him, whining for his dick, lifting his hoodie up impatiently. He obliges you for once — pulling his hoodie off, dropping it off the couch. He’s all sharp definition and lean muscle. You just stare for a second with your stomach in knots, looking between his body and his face.

He grins at your expression, reaching forward to wrap his fingers around your neck. Forcefully, he pushes you backward by the throat. He slams you down onto the couch so hard that it knocks the breath out of you; you barely have the chance to take gasp for air before he’s climbing back on top of you. You know it’s not purposeful roughness; it’s just a combination of eagerness and brute strength — so much of it that he can’t hold back.

Yuuji pins you into the couch cushions by the throat, bringing his mouth to your chest. He starts to move downward, leaving hot kisses all over your skin. They’re impatient, messy. You yelp as he rips your bra further down with his free hand, so hard that the clasp at the back breaks with a snap.

And now, with your bra out of the way, and your tits completely exposed, his tongue comes out. He runs it over your nipples: swirls and flicks at them while you gasp for air. His mouth closes in on one, then the other, sucking and biting lightly. All of these sensations are so intense; you’re squirming, your pussy dripping wet, drowning in your own anticipation.

When he’s had his fill of playing with your tits, Yuuji moves further down. You desperately need him to give your pussy some attention — it’s puffy, aching, dying to get fucked and filled. But he just keeps teasing you, taking his time licking down your body. He devours every inch of you on his way down: kissing, sucking, tasting. You put your hands on his head, pushing him further down urgently.

He’s far enough down now that his fingers leave your throat, letting you finally gasp for air. You fill your lungs as he sucks on the skin right under your belly button, hard enough to get you whimpering. You’re dying to fuck him. And, no matter how much of a tease he is, you can tell he’s dying to fuck you, too, from the desperate way he’s thrusting against the couch.

He moves painstakingly slowly over that final stretch of skin. You’re almost in agony by the time he finally gets his tongue right above the waistband of your sweats. You’re so desperate now, pushing his head down hard, bucking your hips up over and over. Yuuji shudders, hooks his fingers over your waistband. You think he’ll pull your sweats down, but he makes you wait one more time. With a teasing grin on his face, he kisses your pussy through the fabric.

His mouth is right above your pussy, the warmth of his breath seeping through the fabric. You’re dripping, clenching up in anticipation — so much of it that you know you’ll cum as soon as he puts his dick in you.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, because you want to watch when he finally gives your pussy the attention it needs. He looks up at you from between your legs, gauging your reaction as he pulls the waistband of your pants down.

You bite your lip, watching him pull your pants down. He rips your panties down with them, impatient. When they get tangled around your ankles, he rips them off forcefully. Eager.

And now he leans over you, his eyes glued on your pussy, like a dog drooling over a bone. He grips your thighs, spreads them. Positions himself between them.

Anticipation, desire, embarrassment. You’re feeling so many things, but the strongest of them is frustration, and it just keeps heightening as he lowers his face right over your pussy.

“Yuuji,” you whine as he hovers his face between your legs.

His breaths hit your cunt, hot and heavy. You watch him adjust his weight, sliding his hand down his sweats. His eyes don’t leave your pussy, not even when he pulls his dick out and starts to jerk it, dragging the precum down to the base.

The sight of him jacking off right between your legs, getting off on just the sight of your pussy, has your stomach tensing up. You’re so wet that you can feel it seeping out of your cunt, right beneath his face.

Maybe that’s what prompts him to finally stick his tongue out, to lower his face all the way down. You watch, still propped up on your elbows, while he licks up your dripping slit, jerking his hand over his dick.

That first lick: wet, hot, slick on your aching cunt, has you trembling. He moans, breathy.

He licks up your slit again as he strokes his dick, his eyes fluttering shut. He’s eager with his tongue. Enthusiastic, as he laps up all of the wetness pooling out of you. You keep yourself propped up on your elbows to watch through hazy eyes.

You see him drag his tongue all the way up, until it’s at your clit. He’s messy, inconsistent in the best way: switching from flicking his tongue over your clit to circling it to sucking it. But it feels so good — a new sensation each time he switches up, spending just the right amount of time on each action. You indulge in the pleasure as it builds — closing your eyes, spreading your legs wider so he can eat you sloppier, your head lolling back on your shoulders.

Then he latches his mouth onto your clit and gives you all the attention you’ve so desperately been needing. His mouth is hot as he sucks on it, circles it with his tongue. You lift your head back up, open your bleary eyes to watch him eat you. Everything’s so sloppy, so wet — his mouth and your cunt drenched in your arousal, his spit.

You can tell how much he likes it. He’s enthusiastic. Desperate, fucking into his fist while he eats you out. The little moans that escape his mouth each time he ruts his hips get trapped against your pussy. His voice — the heat of it on you, the anticipation in it — gets you wetter.

He licks up every drop of slick that leaks out of your pussy — and then, so eager to please, he goes back to your clit, swirls his tongue over it some more. All of these sensations are driving you crazy, so much intense pleasure and want. You want to cum right on his tongue, because you know he’ll eat up everything that gushes out, eager and enthusiastic.

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer, and you want to give him better access to your clit. So you rest your weight on one elbow, reaching the other hand between your legs to spread your pussy open for him.

He swears under his breath, fucking his fist harder. “Such a pretty fucking pussy on you,” he grins, looking up at you.

“Come on, Yuuji,” you whine.

He laughs. Pulls back slightly to spit on your pussy before he lowers his head back down, using his tongue to spread the spit over your clit. Feverish, hungry.

He latches his mouth back onto your pussy, uses his tongue sloppily again. It’s more intense this time, and you’re so close to the edge, closer with each flick of his tongue. He’s chasing his orgasm too, fucking his fist hard.

You need to cum; all of your muscles are tensing up as his tongue teases your orgasm to the surface. Everything’s throbbing, aching. And you’re breathless, your pussy clenching up around nothing as he brings you right to the edge.

You’re right there: murmuring a stream of breathless, pleasured pleas, because you need it so badly.

Don’t stop, just like that, please, I’m gonna cum, oh, god.

Each swirl of his tongue is more and more intense. Better and better.

Keep licking it, baby, just like that, right there, it’s so good.

Just a few more swipes of his tongue — that’s all you need to cum.

Don’t stop, you’re begging desperately. I’m - ! Fuck, I’m gonna cum—

But he pulls away, again, with a grin. You know he was right on the edge too, from the way he was moaning against your pussy and fucking his fist so desperately. But he keeps denying you both of the pleasure you want so badly.

“Yuuji,” you whine, so frustrated that tears are brimming over in your eyes.

“Not yet.”

He adjusts between your legs, pulling his sweats down to free his dick. He’s so big, so hard, dripping precum from denying himself for so long. You watch him stroke it, so desperate to feel it inside of you. The blue light from the TV dances over the sweat glistening on his body.

“Not until I get my dick in you,” he says, jacking off while he looks down at your body. His eyes are glued on your pussy, wet with your juices and his spit.

“Fuck,” you whine. Your stomach is in knots. Too much frustration, too much teasing. Brought to the edge over and over. You’d do anything to cum. Anything for a release of all the tension he’s built up in your neglected insides. That’s how desperate you are.

He’s desperate too. So eager for such a tease. He pumps his hand over his dick, watching you squirm.

Then, finally, he’s had enough.

He grabs you by the hips, pulling you forcefully toward him. You lose your balance on your elbows, and your back falls to the couch as he leans over you, gripping the bottom of your thighs. He pushes them up, rough and impatient after too much waiting.

You’re yelping as he folds you roughly in half, pushing your thighs up until your knees are touching your shoulders. It’s uncomfortable, but there’s no time to complain because he’s already leveling himself over you, his face flushed with anticipation. He lowers his body downward until his weight is pressing you in half, your legs slung over his shoulders.

He brings one hand between his legs, grips his dick at the base. While you’re murmuring for him to put it in, put it in, he slaps it teasingly against your dripping slit.

“You want this dick in your pussy?” he says breathily. Such a tease, always such a tease — he slides his cock back and forth over your slick cunt instead of putting it in. Precum dribbles down, gets everything messier as he thrusts against the outside of your pussy, neglecting your clenching entrance.

His dick keeps catching your clit, and you shudder. His weight presses you down, down — further into the couch cushions.

“I need it,” you plead, nearly in tears from how badly you want him to fuck you. “I need to cum.”

“I know,” he laughs.

He leans further down, crushing your body with his as he presses his mouth to yours. His lips are wet, dripping with your slick. Like everything else he does, the kiss is sloppy and rough — smearing your own juices all over your mouth as he ruts his cock against your pussy, teasing over your entrance. You beg for it with tears in your eyes and his lips on yours.

“You want it that bad?” he says breathily. He’s feeling good, groaning as he humps against the outside of your pussy.

“So bad, so bad,” you pant. “I’d do anything.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughs, breathy, as he adjusts to reach between his legs.

Finally, finally — he positions the tip of his dick against your fluttering entrance.

He pushes it in, just a fraction of an inch. But you’ve been wanting his dick so badly that the first feeling of it stretching your aching walls has a loud moan spilling out of your mouth. He pushes it in further, groaning. You’ve been edged so many times; you’re so sensitive that you’re just struggling to last.

“Fuck,” he pants. He’s had enough of all the teasing; you can hear a new desperation in his voice now that he’s in you. “I knew it was gonna feel so fucking good,” he says through his teeth.

He leans his weight further onto you, folding you harder in half. And then he sinks his entire dick into your pussy, all the way to the base. You gasp sharply. And now, with your pussy wrapped around him, you can tell that he can’t hold back anymore. He pulls back, then starts to fuck you hard and deep. Fast thrusts, breathing hard into your mouth.

Your walls stretch to accommodate his dick as he buries it. This is what you’ve been needing. Friction. Your insides are already twitching, dripping around him. It’s taking everything in you to stave your orgasm off. You don’t want to cum yet; you want to keep enjoying the feeling of him sinking his dick into you over and over.

Eager, fast thrusts as he crushes you down into the couch with his weight. Feverishly, he tells you how fucking good your pussy feels squeezing his dick. How much he’s been needing this. He fucks you like he’s needed it, too — quick and hazy, panting and moaning into your mouth.

So much praise you can barely even take it.

Fuck, I knew your pussy was gonna be good.

Those feverish words, moaned into your mouth. You’re losing your composure, struggling to hold your orgasm back.

Such a good fucking pussy. So wet.

He’s so deep in this position that it has you squirming each time he bottoms out. But he has you crushed so hard beneath him, folded so tightly in half, fucked so far into the couch cushions that you can barely move.

“Yuuji, it’s so deep,” you gasp.

“You can take it,” he pants, hazy with pleasure as he slams his cock in deep. “Weren’t you just begging for my dick?”

You nod, wincing as your knees dig deeper into your shoulders.

“Take it just like that,” he slurs, focusing just on pumping his dick into you — on how good it feels. And soon enough, he’s fucking into some spot deep in your pussy that has your toes curling. When your eyes start to roll back, he fucks you harder, encourages you — You like it deep like that? Are you gonna cum on me?

You’re gasping as he keeps stimulating that spot in you, brutal and quick. You’re losing your composure, begging to cum again.

Yes, right there, don’t stop, don’t stop.

You know he won’t stop this time. He’s too focused on his own pleasure, feeling too good to stop as he chases his own orgasm. Slaking so much desire, fucking you with all the pent up frustration he stored up while he was teasing you earlier. You can hear his orgasm getting closer with each groan he lets out into your mouth. He just needs to fuck you — needs to keep burying his dick deep in you until he makes himself cum. So he doesn’t stop; he keeps going, pumping his dick into your pussy, hard and urgent. You’d wondered earlier what he could do with all that brute strength and energy, and here it is — each thrust getting harder, intense and brutal as he fucks all the tension out.

More, I’m so close, make me cum, you beg.

He obliges you, gives you deeper strokes, shoving his tongue in your mouth. Faster and harder as you start to tighten up — just what you need. He tells you, between messy kisses, how fucking good you are, how fucking good you’re making him feel. And you’re eating it all up — the praise, the pleasure of his cock plunging into you, that feverish look on his face: eyelashes fluttering, cheeks pink. He’s getting so close, gritting his teeth as he keeps ramming his dick into that spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. And soon, you’re right on the edge, tightening up around him hard.

“Oh, fuck,” he mutters. He pauses, takes a few deep breaths, trying not to cum before you do.

“Fuck me,” you beg.

So he grits his teeth and shoves his cock into you again, so deep and hard that you yelp. He groans through his teeth, fucks into you again and again — deep, deep strokes hitting you perfectly. One, two, three, and you’re done — hurtling to your orgasm, with your pussy clenching around him and your toes curling over his shoulders.

“Cum for me, cum for me,” he slurs, urgent as he fucks you hard and sloppy, desperate for his own release.

You’re already about to spill over as he keeps brutalizing your sensitive, quivering walls. Your cunt squeezes up around him, and his eyelashes flutter. The feeling spurs him on, makes him fuck you harder as you tighten.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper breathlessly.

“Shit,” he pants. You can hear the desperation in his voice, how hard he’s trying to hold back.

And then the tension bursts, and the first intense wave of pleasure racks your body. Your insides drip, keep getting more and more sensitive. Each thrust feels better, more intense. He’s feverish above you, his hazy eyes eating up the lewd expression on your face as you cum.

He keeps going, trying so hard not to cum so he can abuse your insides with his dick. You’re getting pounded down into the cushions, folded in half, with your pussy convulsing around him and the couch creaking so loudly it drowns out the sounds of the TV.

Waves of pleasure keep washing through you, over and over. He’s groaning, swearing under his breath, dropping into you while you cum around his dick, fucking your orgasm out. He’s relentless, even when it’s too sensitive — pulling more and more pleasure out. It intensifies each time he buries his dick in deep, each stroke so delicious and brutal. So intense, after so much buildup.

You’re drunk on the pleasure as it washes through you, slick coating his dick, seeping out of your hole each time he bottoms out, running down your ass.

Such a good fucking pussy, god, it’s so fucking good in this pussy, you’re gonna make me cum.

You can barely even process anything he’s saying; your mind is too hazy with pleasure, floating. But you can hear the urgency in his words, and it tells you how close he is, how hard he’s trying to hold his orgasm back. He’ll cum soon; you can feel it building in every urgent thrust. His head drops down; he grits his teeth, just trying to postpone his orgasm long enough to fuck you through the rest of yours. But his thrusts are getting erratic, sloppy, and his moans are building.

You know that if you don’t tell him to pull out, he won’t — not with the urgent way he’s fucking you. He’s too wrapped up in the feeling, too drunk on pleasure. But you don’t care — you want his cum, want it filling you up, dripping out of you. He can fuck your aching pussy until the feeling of it makes him cum.

While your orgasm is dying down, his is building up. He fucks you greedily, and the sensation of his dick against your sensitive walls is so intense that it hurts. But he’s too far gone now to care about your comfort; he’s just using you, taking out all of his frustration on your dripping, used insides.

You’d whine about how sensitive you are, and how much your body’s aching from being folded in half like this, but he can’t hold back, and you know it.

“I’m so fucking close,” he’s panting, as all that energy and eagerness comes to a climax. “You can take it until I cum, right?”

You nod, whimpering, and take it. Each stroke against your overstimulated walls. The pain subsides soon, makes way as pleasure starts to build up again. Your whimpers turn into moans as you watch his face start to contort.

“Fuck,” he slurs, the couch creaking so loud you can barely hear him. “Fuck, it’s so fucking wet, I’m gonna cum.”

You can see it, hear it in his messy, squelching strokes. His eyes roll back as it starts, and he shudders — pounds deep into you, erratic and needy. The sight of him cumming, the feeling of him slamming his dick into you over and over, unloading in your pussy — you can’t handle it, and it has you going over the edge again.

He fucks his cum into you, shoots it deep, groaning while your pussy starts to convulse around him again. And you whimper as you cum again, telling him how good his dick feels, how hard it makes you cum.

You think he’ll stop thrusting when his orgasm dies down, but he doesn’t, because yours is still going. He shoves his tongue deep in your mouth, keeps fucking you through yours — even though he’s overstimulated from his orgasm, shuddering. You cum hard with him abusing your pulsing, dripping walls. He moans into your mouth, jerking his hips forward — plunging brutally into your cum-filled, contracting pussy, so intense for you and him. You’re so messy, so full of his cum that each time he bottoms out a mixture of his cum and your arousal gushes out of your twitching hole, coating his dick, dribbling down your ass and onto the creaking couch.

He doesn’t stop until he’s fucked your second orgasm out.

Then, when it’s all done, he adjusts so you can unfold your aching body and lay out flat beneath him. He collapses on top of you, drowsy, burying his face in your neck.

☽☽☽☽☽

You’re running.

No — that’s not right. You’re trying to run.

It’s like trudging through quicksand. Your limbs are sluggish, unbearably heavy. For a second, you think that your feet are somehow adhered to the ground. That there’s something making you stick.

You look downward, through heavy eyelids, to find that your feet aren’t even touching the ground. Somehow, you’re floating above it. Just an inch. Suspended in the empty space between your feet and the bloodstained ground are teeth.

They’re everywhere. Some large, some small. All bloody at the root, as if they’ve just been wrenched from someone’s gums.

Someone is behind you, in pursuit. Ahead, there’s a sliver of light. It keeps stretching, getting further away. You’ll never reach it, not before he gets you.

You’re in an alleyway, and you don’t know how you got here.

Your pursuer is catching up quickly, his footsteps echoing off of the brick walls that cage you in. You want to look backward, to see how close he is. But when you try to turn your head, you can’t. All you can do is listen to his footsteps get louder as he gets closer.

You want to sob, to scream — but you have no mouth.

Nothing about this is right. What is this place?

Through the fog in your head, you realize — you’re in a dream. A nightmare.

He’s so close now. Just a few paces behind. You think that you can feel his breath on your neck — cold and frigid. Rotten. Something in his throat festers, decays. The air ahead of you is muggy. Hot, suffocating. You want to take a big gulp of air. You need it. But you can only inhale through your nose — shallow, pathetic half-breaths.

What happens if he catches you? Will you wake up? Or will you reside in this dream forever, feeling his teeth rip into your flesh over and over?

You will your limbs to move faster, but they don’t obey.

Please, god, help me — !

It’s a woman’s voice, unfamiliar and desperate. A muffled, raw plea from the maw of some ravenous beast. It echoes throughout the alleyway, fills the hot air with terror. An awful shriek follows, and your stomach churns. Bile rises up in your throat, with nowhere to go. It sits on your tongue, bitter.

If you had a mouth, you would scream too. You would beg. You would tell anyone who’s listening that he’s following you, that he’s going to catch you and eat you alive.

Let me go, please! I’ll do anything!

That voice again: louder now. It comes from all directions. The hairs on the back of your neck prickle under his putrid, frigid breath. His mouth is open wide, gaping and ready to consume. Just a few inches behind you. You don’t know if you’ll escape.

You reach forward, claw at the thick air, trying to rip through the walls of your nightmare.

What are you doing? Why are you doing this?

That woman’s terrified, desperate voice is everywhere. She begins to shriek. Somehow, her scream is tangible, swirling through the air. You feel it coming close. Closer and closer, until you feel it prying at the skin where your mouth should be. It’s sharp, piercing. The scream begins to rip through your skin, as if it has claws.

Please, she’s shrieking.

Her scream has ripped your mouth open now. Sinew and threads of flesh hang where your lips should be, filling your mouth with blood. You feel that entity that is her scream forcing your jaw open, crawling into the bloody cavern.

Are you the one devouring her?

Please don’t!

Her voice, in your mouth. As her voice slithers down your throat, you start to suffocate on it. It crawls further and further down until it molds with your esophagus, until you’re the one screaming please in both her voice and yours.

Her sobs echo in the air, defeated and pathetic, until they’re drowned out by the sound of gnashing teeth.

And then, as you scream in her stolen voice, you feel something close in on the back of your neck, sharp and hungry.

You wake covered in sweat, with a chill running down your spine. You jolt up and look around blearily; after a few moments, when your eyes focus, you realize you’re in your own bed. You can’t remember how you got here. Your mind feels foggy. Heavy. The last thing you remember is falling asleep on the couch with Yuuji. He must have carried you in here, but you can’t remember. You’re too tired to try to remember.

You’re so exhausted; you lay right back down, falling into a dream even more horrific than the last.

☽☽☽☽☽

“Good morning,” Yuuji greets brightly from behind the kitchen counter, watching you exit your room.

You’re groggy again, exhausted. Just like every other morning. You rub your puffy eyes. It’s been a few weeks since that first nightmare — a few weeks since Yuuji first moved in.

“How’d you sleep?” he asks.

“Well,” you lie.

The nightmares just keep getting worse. A different voice plagues your dreams every night, screaming for help. Muffled, horrific pleas. You’d tell Yuuji about it, talk to him, but you don’t want to bother him with it. You don’t want to dampen that brightness of his, because you need it. It’s the only thing keeping you afloat.

Yuuji’s a good roommate; the days have been so much easier with him here.

But the nights have been so much worse. Both in your head, and in this town, where the murders have increased in frequency.

Now, there’s a killing every night.

You’re so glad he’s here to protect you.

“Do you want some breakfast?” Yuuji’s asking as he cooks up something on the stove. Some kind of meat, you think. Sausages, maybe. Apparently, he likes to cook; he insists on cooking for you every single night. He’s so sweet. So caring. It’s just what you need, in a time like this.

“No thank you,” you say a tick late, wrapped up in your thoughts of that awful nightmare.

You suppose it could’ve been much worse. It could’ve been real. You could have been the girl of the night, and the killer could’ve broken into your room, stalked around the pitch black as you slept fitfully.

He could’ve been here. In your space.

You shudder, but Yuuji isn’t paying attention. He’s putting the meat on a plate, chattering to you about something or other as you try to shake the grogginess off. You lean against the counter, watching him talk.

He pauses. Pouts, when he realizes you’re not actually listening to him. “You okay?” he asks. “Tired?”

“Yeah,” you say. “I’m alright. Just drowsy, I guess.”

☽☽☽☽☽

You can’t escape the killer. Not even in the most mundane parts of the day, like right now, on the drive to work.

He exists in everyone’s minds, all the time. A plague. On the radio, between bright, cheerful songs that are supposed to heighten the collective mood in this town, the radio show hosts always end up talking about the killer.

Just a moment ago, an upbeat song was playing. And now…

You know what the worst part about it is? a man’s voice is saying through the speakers.

What? It’s a woman hosting the show with him; she sounds more tired than intrigued.

Those girls were all alive when he ate them.

How do you know that? the woman asks, disgusted.

It’s what the coroner said, apparently, the man on the radio responds. A new bit of information on the case that was just released. Those girls were drugged. They were awake when it happened.

That’s brutal, the woman says. This man is sick in the head. The whole thing, it’s just awful. Something is so deeply wrong with him.

Of course, the man says dismissively. I mean, who knows what’s going through his head when he eats them.

There’s silence for a second, and then the man says, Maybe what seasoning to use?

The woman scoffs in disgust.

What? the man taunts.

Don’t say things like that.

Why not? Do you think they call him The Gourmand for nothing?

Who the hell calls him that?

Everyone. It’s the new thing, the man says. You can hear his smile.

That’s awful.

Why?

It’s in bad taste, the woman says forcefully.

Taste? the man teases.

I didn’t mean it like that, the woman insists.

Morbid fascination, the man says. We all have it.

You’re disgusting. You’re part of the problem, you know?

Your stomach turns; your jittery hand darts out to shut the radio off.

You grip the wheel, sitting in silence as you drive through the gloom. It’s all-consuming, like the terror ravaging this town. Like the greedy hands and mouth of the killer stalking its streets. The Gourmand.

Ahead, the clouds gather, bloated and looming. You’re hurtling toward them at seventy miles an hour. Heading straight for the storm.

As the rain starts to come down, pattering on the windshield, you consider the fact that you might already be in the eye of it.

[megacarapa]

Name your top 5 favorite anime/manga! (or cartoons/shows if you’re not into anime and manga)

tagged in this by @thegaygyrus like... months ago but shh we do not talk about how freaking slow i am and how much i overthink even stupid harmless tag games ❤

update 1.1 added gifs to make it easier to look at hhdhdjd

ANYWAY MY TOP 5 IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER

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Mob Psycho 100

this show was one of the first times that i really felt like a piece of media "got" me, like something about it spoke to me personally. if i try to put my finger on it id say that its the really positive attitude it has on personal developement, like you may be a disaster of a person and a nervous wreck right now but if you identify what parts of yourself you want to change or improve and then seriously do your best on changing them.. things will work out. along with that its also important to me because thanks to it i formed some of my first real online friendships and that aswell is a source of many happy memories. mp100 is really precious to me

Hoshiai no Sora

fscshfj if youre following me rn then its probably because of hns and you probably already know how much i love this anime. a sports anime which i like mixed in with realistic character drama which i LOVE and has not only actual lgbt characters but ACTUAL DISCUSSION OF LGBT TOPICS which is like surprisingly rare even in shows that have lgbt characters and has a wonderful cast and deals with different types of families (some are happy, some are abusive, some are seemingly happy but have different problems, some are negligent etc..) and even without the second half this show has always been 10/10 for me I REALLY LOVE THIS SHOW

High Score Girl

i have consumed a... sizeable amount of romance manga/anime and this is one that really snuck up on me in the way that i didnt super love it right away but as it went along i began to realize how much ive started to genuinely give a shit about the characters themselves and not just their romance. anyway high score girl is about 90s arcades and two kids who love gaming having a very hardcore VERY onesided rivarly who eventually fall in love and then.. in short.. reality insues for the entire rest of the series. even tho this one is a bit too cartoony and slapsticky for me, beneath that it has a golden core of heartwarming moments, really true to life portrayals of kids and teenagres and a genuine love for gaming and AAA i adore this show

Yama no Susume

cute girls doing cute things HIKING EDITION!!! this one is definetly more chill and fun and less drama and character developement than the others up til now but still i really do consider it one of my favourites, the subject matter is something i actually enjoy doing myself (more casually ofc hdhd), the character interactions are really fun ESPECIALLY between the main 2 girls (my favourite running gag is them literally talking fo each other like an old married couple) and the artwork and animation is really beautiful. yea more simple than the others but i love it so much

(last one is a manga because while i do have other anime that i love and consider favourites i just couldnt decide which of them would go in my Top 5™... meanwhile this manga is something that i genuinely consider my favourite ever so it definitely needs to go here)

Yugami kun doesnt have any friends

ONCE AGAIN i have a big ol boner for realistic characters. the main character of this manga, described in 2 words, is "literally me", described in more words... yugami is the class weirdo who sits in the back all alone and is content being a friendless loner and is always doing things his own way and obsessing with his many hobbies and his behaviour generally just comes off as bizarre to his classmates. this isnt stated in canon but yugami is literally autistic like theres no denying it, and honestly his portrayal is just delightful to me. really the gist of it is realizing that there isnt anything fundementally wrong with yugami and he doesnt need to change in order to fit other people's idea of a "normal person", hes the nail sticking out that refuses to be hammered down. IM REALLY BAD AT SELLING THINGS BUT GOD I LOVE THIS MANGA SO MUCH

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no tags society has progressed past the need for me to tag people but if u see this and it looks fun go and do it too!

[lordofoblivion]

                          -  M A R L U X I A ’ S     P L A N     A N D  O T H E R    S T U F F   - 

Oh yes, today we are going to talk about this pretty boy a bit.

So let’s talk about how this guy is probably one of the most manipulative members of Organization XIII.

When Marluxia was sent to Castle Oblivion, he had the unique chance to betray the Organization by twisting the task a little bit so that by the time they realised what was happening, it would be too late. And it all would have gone as planned if it wasn’t for that meddling Axel and that stupid replica!

Let’s talk about the central pieces of the plan and everything else.

Naminé was a central piece of the plan and for that I’d assume Marluxia  and Larxene took turns on torturing her, both mentaly and phisically so she would get to the point where she would be extremely submissive to them but not enough to not function. The type of submissive that despite probably disliking her actions, still had enough fear of them to do what they told without questioning. In the game, whenever they are shown in the same room together, you can see Naminé looking down and extremely quiet, as if trying not to be noticed all the time. 

In fact when we do see Marluxia talking to her, when he touched her shoulder, you can see her tensing up, almost as if expecting a negative action towards her.

When Marluxia summon’s Naminé as a ‘shield’, she looks terrified not only because of the situation, but also because of the fact that she seems to know that Marluxia WILL let her get hurt if that proves to be advantageous to him.

If we stop to think about it, if Axel hadn’t let Naminé escape, Marluxia would probably had suceeded with his plan, since things only started to fall apart once Naminé actively started to rebel and go against his wishes.

I also would like to point out how Marluxia made himself a very intimidating villain from the start. Even when we couldn’t see his face, he made himself inviting and seemingly trustworthy to Sora. He invited him to Castle Oblivion and proceeded to tempt him with possibilities of finding his friend, going so far as to teach him how to navigate the place and overcome the dificulties. Putting him as the one teaching Sora the tutorial is a brillhant move since even if we the player know better, Sora doesn’t so that eases him into falling right where Marluxia wants it.

And that speaks miles on how our Graceful Assassin chooses to work and do things. He is soft spoken and uses his own charm and aluring looks to bait others into doing what he wants.  Of course that doesn’t mean he won’t threat someone phisicaly, but he prefers to do with so with words.

We only see Marluxia summon his weapon once at the begining/mid of the game, to threaten Vexen once he started to question his autorithy and it doesn’t stay out in the open for long since Vexen is pretty quick to back down from the conflict. What also leave us to believe that Marluxia is not only cunning but also a strong fighter, but we will get to this a bit later. Marluxia is so manipulative that he baits Vexen into falling into his own demise by quickly identifying and playing right into his pride, that is his biggest weakness.

Even in Kingdom Hearts 3, you can see that manipulative side of his more in the spotlight durings his scenes. He manipulates Mother Gothel into her part of the movie, while playing the role that was supposed to be the Stabbinton Brothers, sacrificing his image to make her appeal more compeling to Rapunzel, to reach his goal to keep her light safe and on the shelf for the Organization. Even his interactions with Sora are not in an antagonising perspective as he, again, appears trying to seem more likeable despite being the enemy.

Anyway, back into ReCoM.

Another thing that is present is how strong as a fighter he is. It would be so easy to have him as someone who is only clever and manipulative, with poor fighting skill (like Zexion for example, don’t @ me he is centered around illusions and does not have phisical attacks) but instead he was made into also a strong fighter, enough to intimidate others and to hold his own pretty well against Axel, only resulting into bringing Naminé as a shield to try to reclaim the grasp he had over Sora.

So in resume, we have a manipulative villain that not only exels in twisting others to bend to his will, but is also a genuine threat to fight (if you don’t believe me, do take a look on his Data Fights, they are trully something), achieving the role of a memorable villain in the Kingdom Hearts Franchise that is now being expanded on thanks to Union Cross.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

[thedeliverygod]

Reasons Why I Really Enjoyed Kingdom Hearts III

The music. Every time I listen to the Kingdom Hearts Orchestra -World of Tres- soundtrack, it makes me want to play the game. The music is so much attached to the imagery and gameplay that I can’t seem to separate the two. Granted, I’ve always loved the music of the Kingdom Hearts series. But there is something about hearing music from KH3 that makes me go “wow, I really want to go play in the Kingdom Of Corona right now” etc. That’s something I never really experienced before this game; I of course relate the music to the worlds and moments that they played during, but they’ve never gotten me in the mood to immediately go turn on my console and play. Also, full Kingdom Hearts III soundtrack when??? (I suppose the answer is when all the DLC is released and the soundtrack is considered COMPLETE but... I just really want it okay.)

The visuals. Continuing off the last point... Kingdom Hearts III is G O R G E O U S. I had my doubts about the unreal engine and honestly, I had my doubts about KH getting a more detailed look in general. I enjoyed watching the FMV videos at the beginning and ends of the games but the more cartoony in-game graphics always felt like home to me. It took some time and a lot of trailers to gain my approval, but the final product was gorgeous. Granted... I honestly still have some complaints. Mostly about my old boss, our own King Mickey; I feel the new style doesn’t show his emotions very well but hopefully that’ll improve in time? Moving on from the characters... The worlds. Omg, the worlds. The detail that went into them is astounding; not to mention the effects that magic has on your surroundings when using it! And then of course, there’s the battle animations. Flashy, amusing, and destructive? A win, in my opinion, and definitely true to the Disney name.

World Building. The worlds are finally not lifeless dioramas from the movies! It always bugged me when they’d talk about climbing up a mountain or something like that, and in reality we’d pass through 2 or maybe 3 areas with very gradual elevation changes and the characters would be like “phew what a rough journey” and you’d be like “that literally took one minute but okay”. The North Mountain from Arendelle is a REAL MOUNTAIN. Like the Heartless knocked me off after I had been climbing for like 20 minutes and I felt like I had suffered an actual loss. How dare they make my perilous journey even longer by knocking me off the side of the mountain?! Luckily, I found a shortcut so it was fine, but it actually felt like accomplishing something while climbing that mountain which was... amazing. My other favorite experience was gathering together the green blocks to make the cactaur in Toy Box. Being in that play area made me feel like a kid again, I haven’t been in one of those spaces in so long and it was nostalgic and just so fun to crawl through all of those ball pits and tunnels to find those blocks. Lastly, there were finally citizens in the worlds! Mind you, there were kind of like maybe 5 designs at most that got repeated over and over... but still! It was a vast improvement from what we’ve seen in recent years.

Dialogue & Interaction. Let me tell you how excited I was that there was FINALLY DIALOGUE WHILE EXPLORING! It was so fun listening to the trios conversations and funny quips. Of course, “Look, it’s a lucky emblem!” and “This looks like a good spot to find some ingredients!” did get annoying, especially when I couldn’t find where the heck said things were, but I think an update calmed those exclamations down because I heard them a lot less during my 2nd playthrough. Adding the selfie function the gummi phone? BEST. DECISION. EVER. I had so much fun taking selfies with the various Disney characters and seeing what their reactions to the camera were. Of course, characters like Hiro & Honey Lemon knew what a camera and a selfie were, but Anna, Elsa, and Kristoff? They were just like ummm do I smile for this thing? Okay!!! And then there’s Mike and Sulley who make especially funny faces for the camera. It’s just all around a blast. Moving on to cutscenes, I know there’s been some debate about the voice direction but my personal opinion is this game is the best it’s ever been. The conversations and especially jokes (thank god) finally sound natural. In the past, things have been either just really forced or really cheesy and I’ve just sort of been like “Oh, well it’s Kingdom Hearts/it’s Disney, it’s gonna be cheesy.” But like there’s a right way to be cheesy, and the moments I’m thinking of... aren’t it. KH3 did it right. There’s still a few things that were rough around the edges, like Sora’s “unforgettable... like your face~” to Donald lol it was still really funny but it was also just like “oh my god you nerd”. Also all the jokes about Sora not being a Keyblade Master yet came off as just mean spirited to me, but that’s another subject entirely.

Character Moments. KH3 gave us a lot of what we had been waiting for. Aqua’s reunion with Sora and Riku, the boys she met on Destiny Islands so long ago. Her long awaited return to the realm of light. Aqua and Sora waking Ventus up from his long, deep slumber. Terra’s redemption and reunion with his friends. Aqua, Terra, and Ven getting to see Eraqus again and saying goodbye. Kairi and Lea becoming keyblade wielders (officially). Kairi and Xion facing off in battle. Xion and Roxas brought back to life as replicas and their reunion with Axel/Lea. Sora and Kairi sharing a paopu fruit. Sora and Namine finally getting to talk (at least, somewhat). Namine getting a body through a replica. The return of org members who had vanished after CoM & KH2 (Marluxia, Demyx, Larxene, etc). The return of Replica Riku. Others I’m probably forgetting lol.

Reveals & New Info. With the end of a saga, we have some mysteries finally answered. Of course, this game is also setting us up for a new saga, so we’ve also got a lot of lose ends. Luxu is revealed as Braig/Xigbar. The Master of Masters is shown in the secret ending after vanishing for thousands of years, but who are they? Not to mention the foretellers managed to show up after also being absent for a long period of time as well, minus Ava. What’s she up to? Who’s Yozora and why did he show up as a video game character in Toy Box but also in the same world as Riku in the secret ending? Nomura-san says that the Shibuya shown in the secret ending isn’t the same universe as TWEWY, but why bother introducing the characters and Shibuya itself if it’s not going to tie in later? What exactly is happening at the end of KH3? Is the group looking out over the ocean or looking at the tree where Sora and Kairi are? Are both scenes happening at the same time or at separate times? Why exactly does Sora vanish? What are the exact stipulations and reasonings behind all the warnings Young Xehanort gave Sora? There’s so many things I am so eager to learn about and I can’t wait for DLC and/or the next full game.

The Story Is Not Over. We’ve got DLC coming to us, and from the sound of it, a decent amount of it. At least, enough to keep us satisfied until the next game. And please, no “they should have sold us a complete game” comments. They said multiple times they had to cut content in order to release a game that fit on the disc. Also remember, KH2.8′s Birth by Sleep 0.2 -A Fragmentary Passage- was originally supposed to be the INTRO of KH3. If they fit all the content they wanted to fit into KH3... we would probably be looking at a 2, maybe 3 disc game. Anyway, good things come to those who wait, so that’s all I’ve got to say on that. 

[kanasmusings]

[Translation] TsukiPro Yaminabe Drama CD Vol. 1 Track 2 - “Talk Show With Two Bad Talkers”

What an unusual but really cute pairing~! Dai and Ren really make for a cute older bro-younger pro pair XD Also, “Honey and Darling” make a brief appearance here, really brief but, super funny! I really love Shiki’s slightly quirky personality when he’s making fun of Tsubasa wwww 

Oh yeah, the lines where it’s just Ren talking is just him narrating or talking to himself.

Anyways, thank you to Deea for sharing with me the files~! Please don’t ask her for them as per her request, thank you ^^

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Under the cut, enjoy~!

[TsukiPro Daily Life Small Talk – Yaminabe Drama]

Track 02: [口下手二人のトークショー] “Talk Show With Two Bad Talkers”

[0:00]

  REN: Ever since I was young, I was called things like, “behaved”, “reserved”, “try to stand out a bit more” and other such stuff.

REN: I am aware of those and even though I was thinking about what to do about it, I ended up not being able to do anything and am presently here right now.

REN: Elementary school, middle school… I tried imitating a lot of speech and manners in order to improve myself and I even asked my teachers for advice.

REN: I planned to train myself during kendo practice and even at piano rehearsals.

REN: But in the end, trying to stand out more and more was difficult…

REN: By the time I got to high school, I just accepted that this was the kind of person I am. I sort of half gave up and half convinced myself that it was like that.

REN: But… I think that it would have been better if I exerted more effort rather than just giving up and convincing myself this was okay…

REN: At least… that’s how I feel.

REN: And also because… it felt kind of suffocating staying like this.

  REN: (sighs) Wh-wh-wh-wh-what should I do…? (takes a deep breath)

DAI: Hm?

REN: (to himself) With Dai-san… A talk show with the SolidS’ Murase Dai-san who exudes such a vigorous aura…!

REN: (to himself) This is bad…!

REN: This all started after I popped in to the agency on my way home from school.

REN: It was the formal meeting at the end of the month. I knew that we would be having a meeting with the office workers.

REN: SOARA typically does meetings one by one at least once a month.

REN: They’re courteous with us about our private matters or school schedules as we discuss our work and lesson schedules for the next month.

REN: Of course, the schedules are not completely permanent.

REN: The advertising part and the work we’re supposed to do need to be coordinated properly so, it’s not impossible that meetings would be stretched to a few days.

REN: But, most of those plans and responsibilities are generally resolved in these meetings.

REN: And now, even I started coordinating with the office workers about my activities that I received from a call and a note just 10 minutes ago.

REN: Well, it was peaceful until that moment.

REN: Yes… Until that moment.

[02:51]

  STAFF: Lately, requests for SOARA to appear in news and articles has increased, huh.

STAFF: I’m sure that it’s all thanks to your hard work (smiles).

REN: Thank you very much!

STAFF: Looking at how things are going… It won’t be long before you have your exclusive manager!

REN: An exclusive mana—You mean, our own manager, correct?

STAFF: Yeah. SOARA still doesn’t have an exclusive manager, right?

STAFF: Since you’re fairly new, the agency managers take turns managing you depending on who’s free, right?

REN: Ah, yes. We haven’t had an event in a really huge place yet and we’ve only been doing interviews for magazines and ladies’ magazines, too.

STAFF: I’m sure that you’d get more jobs where you’ll perform soon, too~

STAFF: I heard that the photo-book that was recently published was selling well. The President was happy about it, too!

REN: The President was…?

STAFF: (chuckles) It doesn’t look it but that person really watches over everyone and gets information about his talents quicker than anyone else.

STAFF: He also has a lot of mysterious info.

REN: (chuckles nervously) H-he’s as mysterious as usual, huh…

STAFF: (chuckles) You got that right.

  STAFF B: Ah, Ren-kun! Perfect timing.

REN: Eh?

[04:07]

  REN: (to himself) Honestly speaking, I felt that bad things would happen during this incident.

REN: “Perfect timing,” hearing those words before the actual conversation doesn’t really mean that the outcome would be “perfect”…

REN: I’ve learned that already despite being alive in this world for only a short while.

REN: I think a lot about how I’m the type who doesn’t like pushing people around but rather, I’m the one getting dragged along most of the time but…

REN: At times like these, normally… I feel like I’ll get assigned to do something difficult or worrisome…

REN: My intuition is most of the time correct when the conclusion comes around.

REN: That is because… that “conclusion” is the current situation I’m in right now…

REN: It was a live radio broadcast where a host asks different male talents different questions about a lot of things.

REN: Today’s guest was an artist who was scheduled to return from his first tour in America.

REN: However, because of some engine trouble in the air, the airplane had to make an emergency landing somewhere else and he couldn’t make it to the recording.

REN: Then, while looking for replacements to go on the radio show, they went and asked the people who were already in the building with them. That was me and Dai-san.

REN: A talk show where we were suddenly called…

REN: And to top it off, it’s with this pairing who don’t talk much and have never had much interaction before.

REN: I think that… it’s not unusual for my face to look so scared… Right…?

[05:55]

  REN: (to himself) Ah… Why did it have to be this pairing of all things?

STAFF: (pats Ren’s back) R-Ren-kun, good luck…! Just think of this as a chance to promote SOARA…!

REN: A-ah… Yes, you’re right. (Ren takes a deep breath) Alright…!

(Ren walks over to Dai)

REN: Da—

DAI: Hm?

REN: Is Dai-san, u-um…

DAI: Ah…

REN: Were you called over by the Producer too because you were in the agency building?

REN: I was talking with the office staff when I was caugh—Ah, no… When I was called over.

DAI: I see. I was doing dance lessons at the studio downstairs when I was caugh—When I was called over.

REN: Eh? Is that so?

DAI: Yeah.

REN: (nervous) Ah…

DAI: Hm?

REN: (takes a deep breath and sighs) The dance…! Was it difficult…?

DAI: No, not so much. I’ve always loved moving my body a lot after all.

DAI: I did swimming before, too.

REN: Ah! I knew about that. You participated in competitions, too, didn’t you?

DAI: Though I injured my shoulder and I couldn’t continue competitively anymore.

REN: Ah… Th-that’s right… I-I knew a little about that as well…

DAI: Really?

REN: (to himself) I’m so stupid…! Just when we were finally having a decent conversation…

REN: (sighs) (to himself) Awkward… This is extremely awkward… I’m sure that Dai-san thinks so, too…

REN: (to himself) Something… Is there something we can talk about…?

REN: (sighs) (to himself) This is so unnerving…

[07:57]

  REN: (to himself) Why was I scheduled for a meeting today of all days…?

REN: That’s what I honestly thought.

REN: If I had been with Nozomu or Sora-senpai, or Mori-senpai, or Sou-nii then…

REN: In other words… If I were partnered with anyone else except for SOARA…

REN: I might become better at conversing…

REN: “Plus, isn’t this a chance to make them remember my name and face?” is what I say to motivate myself…

REN: “I was lucky. It was good timing.”

REN: Maybe I should promote SOARA just like the staff said… was what I wanted to think.

REN: But, before anything could begin, my own frustrations set me back… I’m so pathetic…

[08:53]

  REN: (sighs) (to himself) What should I do?

DAI: You…

DAI: You do sports too, don’t you, Ren? Kendo, right?

REN: Eh?

REN: (flustered) A-ah, yes! I did! Ah, no—I still do!

DAI: I know. Even now, you train every morning at the practice room, don’t you?

REN: Yes! But, I’m surprised you kne—Ah, I see… Dai-san and Rikka-san go running early in the morning, right?

REN: Do you always run?

DAI: Yeah. On days when we don’t have anything scheduled. We feel like it’ll help us wake up if we go running.

REN: I see!

DAI: Also, I really love how the morning feels.

REN: I know what you mean! I love the morning’s relaxing atmosphere and it feels good for some reason.

DAI: Right? I love it, too.

REN: Ah…!

DAI: Is there someone from SOARA who’s weak with mornings?

REN: Sora-senpai and Nozomu are, I’d say.

REN: Sora-senpai stays up late because of song writing so maybe that’s why. Nozomu’s weakness is of his own fault though.

REN: He stays up late surfing the net or playing games. He plays a lot of things (chuckles).

REN: What about anyone from SolidS?

DAI: I’d say Tsubasa’s probably similar.

DAI: He’s the type who does a lot of different things until he’s—no, even when he’s sleepy.

DAI: He has a lot of places he wants to go to or things he wants to do but since there’s not a lot of time, he feels like going to sleep is a waste.

DAI: In a way, that’s powerful, right?

REN: Ah, Tsubasa-san seems like he has a lot of interests, huh?

REN: (chuckles) He’s well-informed, he’s light on his feet, and he seems like the type who’d discover a good shop before it became mainstream.

DAI: Exactly. That’s why there are a lot of times he goes home late.

DAI: Oh yeah. That reminds me of when he called me at a very weird time and Shiki and I had to go pick him up.

REN: Eh? Picked him up? Was he drunk or something?

DAI: That’s what you’d think, right? It was unexpectedly not so.

DAI: That guy knows how to drink and he holds his alcohol well.

REN: I guess it would be rude to say if I said that was my image of him. Everyone in SolidS can hold their alcohol, right?

DAI: Actually, yeah. I think I’m the weakest one in SolidS.

DAI: Even so, if compared to your average person, I’d probably be normal or a bit above average [with holding my alcohol].

DAI: The other three are way above that.

REN: Eh~? Everyone in SolidS is so amazing~

REN: Oh? Then, why did Tsubasa-san—

DAI: Call for me?

DAI: That was after that guy went out drinking after not noticing he forgot his wallet.

DAI: He noticed it when he was at the register and he tried paying using his phone but it didn’t work.

DAI: He called me way past midnight when the trains weren’t running anymore and…

  (flashback to Dai and Tsubasa’s conversation)

TSUBASA: (over the phone) Hello, Dai-chan?! You picked up. I’m so relieved~! I’m saved!

TSUBASA: (over the phone) Where are you right now, Dai-chan?

DAI: Huh? Sleeping in the dorms, of course.

DAI: Tsubasa, you… What time do you think it is—

TSUBASA: (over the phone) I’m really sorry! Really, I am!

TSUBASA: (over the phone) I’ll treat you to how much you want and I’ll do anything you want after so… Please come and save me!

DAI: Huh?! You… What are you doing, really?

TSUBASA: (over the phone) Uh… Dai-chan, I’m sorry. Actually, I—

[12:44]

  SHIKI: Hm? Dai, where are you going at this hour? An emergency?

DAI: Ah, no. Well, I guess you can call it an emergency but… not really for me. Tsubasa is…

SHIKI: (excitedly) Tsubasa?!

  (Dai and Shiki walking over to Tsubasa)

TSUBASA:  Ah, Dai-chan, you came—UGH!!

SHIKI: Rejoice. I have come to pick you up personally, my careless honey who forgot his wallet at home~

TSUBASA: Eh? Oh my, darling~ Thank you for picking me up~…

TSUBASA: (nervous chuckle) M-man, I—I really am loved, huh~…

SHIKI: (sighs) How unsightly for a TsukiPro talent. Had you made one more mistake, you’d have left without paying your bill.

SHIKI: Ah, how truly unsightly.

TSUBASA: AH! I’m sorry! I just forgot to check if it was in my bag before I left!

SHIKI: Okui Tsubasa. You are not to leave the dorm after curfew for two weeks.

TSUBASA: WHAT?! A curfew?! What’s with that? Am I some kinda middle schooler to you!?

TSUBASA: That doesn’t apply now, does it?!

SHIKI: It may or may not but, it certainly should apply to you who bothered his brother so late in the night to help save his butt because he wasn’t aware of his standing after he debuted professionally even after he was told to be careful.

TSUBASA: You’re lecturing for once…! But it’s so annoying!

SHIKI: Still, there is no doubt that this is a lecture. Are you defying me? Are you defying me, hm~?

TSUBASA: (groans) Damn it…!

SHIKI: That’s it, that’s it. I’ll say these lines to make it concrete.

SHIKI: This is an order from your Producer!

TSUBASA: AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

DAI: You guys… I’m surprised that you can fight so loudly this late at night.

DAI: I’m really sleepy, you know?

(flashback ends)

[14:40]

  REN: Th-that was… It was fortunate that you were there, huh, Dai-san?

DAI: Right? In the end, Tsubasa had to obey curfew for two weeks.

REN: (chuckles) He can’t defy the Producer’s orders after all~

  STAFF: Murase-san, Munakata-san, the preparations are already over so can we ask you to go on stand-by, please?

REN: Ah, yes!

DAI: Yes.

(Dai and Ren take their seats)

STAFF: I’ll arrange the mic, okay?

REN: Ah, yes please.

DAI: (whispering to Ren) A talk show really makes one nervous, huh?

REN: (chuckles)

  ==END==

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[naukais]

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come get ur *bass boosted* POSITIVITY

ok first im gonna start with @martyrcrowned ……. my luv both ooc and ic……….. their sora is absolutely amazing. i swear, i was so shook when they first made their sora just by how…??? ACCURATE everything written was??? i genuinely couldnt believe it was their first time writing him??? even now, i can truly see sora doing/saying/feeling everything that’s being written. they truly breathe life into sora, and it’s really something i admire. i feel vvv blessed to be able to write with them!!!!

next is….. YOU. @wayweaver  . both ur xion and aqua are so amazing it makes me SOBBBBB. ur writing is so beautiful and i enjoy all the interactions we’ve had so far a Lot. tbh u intimidate me a little bit just with how good ur writing is but YEAH. you are fantastic, thank you for being you

the third is @drcamcatcr​ . i really don’t even know how to explain this, but their writing style is such a breath of fresh air. like… it’s just so satisfying to read. from the very first thread we had started, i was so excited to rp with them. i vividly rmbr showing a friend (who isn’t a roleplayer) their v first reply to me just bc i was crying over how good and cute it was. ANYWAYS i love them a lot and!!! they are a great riku!!!! (and sora too!!)

[ryuukia]

[Translation] ORIGIN -Dark and Light- Behind the scenes ②

The normal order was supposed to be Swiiiiiits profiles > backstage 2, but i ended up proofreading this first, so here’s another round of backstage moments from the origin stage-play!

This time @ryota-kunstranslations​ was my assisting translator and proofreader! Thank you so much! I still can’t tsukipro to save my life. Please check the translation notes at the end, we had some brain storming sessions.

Please don’t repost/reuse my translations! Likes and reblogs are appreciated.

✩ Introductions ③ ✩

~Third Sephirah~

Rui: …… well then, a problem has suddenly occurred here (whump)

Morihito: Eh ;

Stein: Eh ;

Rui: According to official info, Stein and I are said to be cat-like men. So, that's why the two of us are here but.... …what about Morihito?

Morihito: …… you mean…… the cat-like thing?

Rui: That’s right

Morihito: I-I’m sorry to say, but if anything, I’ve been told a lot more that I resemble a dog, I guess? (sweat)

Rui: That’s a shame. Right, Stein?

Stein: Eh, uuuhm… ;

Morihito: I’m sorry anyway?

※Rui-kun wanted to make a cat team

✩ Introductions ④ ✩

~Fourth Sephirah~

Sora: Everyone aside from me is above average height! That’s too evil! I don’t want to line up with them!! Where is the mercy!!

Dai: Do you want me to carry you on my shoulders?

Sora: I don’t want that kind of pity (cries) !!!

Kai: You’re still in your growth period, aren’t you! You’ll turn big if you eat delicious food! Shu-san will treat you!

Shu: Me, huh

※After that, everyone dined out together

✩ Introductions ⑤ ✩

~Fifth Sephirah~

Nozomu: After I was told the official title and learned about my affiliation, the first thing I did was search up the word “severity” on the internet!!

Ichiru: I know what you mean

You: I feel you. And the result was "the fact or condition of being extraordinary severe”. Eh, are we severe? What about us is? Either way, aren’t we more like, the lax ones?

Nozomu: Severe through our (representative) colour?

You: Stop right there (My red hair is my charm point)

Ichiru: Does retorting mean being… severe?

You: We have a super boke here though?

Nozomu: Hello! I’m the super boke! Don’t fall in love with me, okay? Baby!!!

Ichiru: Amazing! You really are a super boke!! Amazing! (ノ*’ω’*)ノ

Nozomu: Huh? Am I being praised?

※For now the mood is still the same

✩ Introductions ⑥ ✩

~Sixth Sephirah~

Tsubasa: We are…the Sephirah of beauty

Kakeru: And we have great aesthetic sense so……

Tsubasa & Kakeru: Can we always take pictures from our best angles with the making camera!?

Babam!!!

.｡.:*ﾟ゜(* ゝ∀・)(* ゝ∀・)。．

Bis Jr.: Yeah, yeah! Me too, me too!

Yoru: What should I do… I may not be able to follow them…

※The energy says it all

✩ Introductions ⑦ ✩

~Seventh Sephirah~

Haru: I see. Our Sephirah’s colour is green.

Eichi: A healing colour, isn’t it?

Kensuke: Right? Though, that's only known through a Japanese person's perspective. For the Sephirah itself, the significance seems to be “victory”.

Gli: Eeh…

Eichi: And also according to the script, Haru-kun pretty much comes across as someone who plots behind the scenes, so the meaning is by far not the one of “healing”.

Gli: Yes. At the very least, for this story, even though our image color is green, it doesn't look as if we'll be soothing

Haru: …… fu

Eichi: ?

Haru: Fufufufu, haahahahaha!

Eichi: Haru-kun!?

Haru: I was jo~king ♪ I wanted to play the villain once. Whenever I’m placed in a situation like this, even though I’m a good character, when I get told “He seems to have a dark side”, it makes me want to think that maybe I should go all out with being evil soon after. Villain role! Here I come!!

Eichi: Haru-kun is going in a totally mysterious direction!

Haru: Alriiiiight! Well then, everyone! Let’s do our best as villains! Let’s aim for absolute victory! Fight!

Kensuke: Fight!!!

Eichi & Gli: Eeeeeh

※The healing component is missing

✩ Introductions ⑧ ✩

~Eight Sephirah~

Arata: Glorious strawberry milk...

Soushi: Glorious konbu-cha*…

Lise: If it’s tea-cake then it’s gotta be the glorious almond peak...

Iku: Glorious or not isn't the problem. Isn’t this turning into an inconsistent line-up!?

✩ Introductions ⑨ ✩

~Ninth Sephirah~

Koki: Shiki-san, you could say half of our Sephirah consists of composers, right?

Shiki: Hm? Now that you mention it…

Tatsuhiko: Two out of four actually are, so you’re right. You two could compose a theme song together for this Sephirah

Mamoru: Theme…

Shiki: Song…

Shiki & Mamoru: You say!?

>Now, please listen

Shiki & Mamoru: SolidS and Growth are gonna paint the town purple*!!

Tatsuhiko: I feel like this is developing into something twisted, but is that okay?

Shiki & Mamoru: YO! YO!

Koki: And it’s rap of all things…

✩ Introductions ⑩ ✩

~Tenth Sephirah~

Koi: U, u, uhm…! Here is the tea!!!

Lico: Eh, ah, thank you! In return, please have some pocky!!

Ryota: Eh, ah, thanks...! Uuhm, share happiness!

Rikka: Oh my, those kids are so cute…!!

※Rikka-san is squealing over the innocent interactions

T/N: - all the words written in italic were written in english in the jp version. They’re not wording choices.

- konbu-cha = salted kelp tea (Ryota’s comment on this: and Soshi seems to be the old-fashioned type who'd drink it)

- “SolidS and Growth are gonna paint the town purple*” // The jp version sounded like this “そりあがってぐろーす” (Soriagatte guroosu). Ryota usually translates “soriagattekkuzo” as “We’re gonna do this the SolidS way”, though this time they added ‘Growth’ to the line, so we had to come up with something else. We chose “paint the town red” (that’s the original english expression), but we changed the colour to purple because 1) their sephirah’s colour is purple. 2) Shiki’s and Mamoru’s image colour is purple

[flutistplayer-archived]

“Kindness... That’s something not everyone has, but I believe there is goodness in everyone’s heart.” 

200+ Followers... Which might include some ancient blogs from 3+ years ago that are inactive, cries. Either way, no matter if people forgot to unfollow me, stopped coming back to that specific RP blog, or honestly followed me because they... wanted to follow me, I really want to thank you all for sticking with this Deuce I’ve created. (Or maybe this might serve as a reminder to unfollow me, rofl. Understandable as how surreal and random this can be!)

SO, a little background about this Deuce! (You may all skip this horrendous essay so you can pat yourself on the back for being an awesome RPer, bless your heart and soul.) 

I actually started RPing as her back in 2012. It sprouted in the Twitter platform after some encouragement from my friends. It kicked off till... around 2013 (I think?) when I got serious in RPing the cutie pie. I doubt many would know about it, but this @fftype0deuce is where it all began. As you can tell, I don’t even know how to role play on Tumblr at that time, lol. She really went through changes over the years... and I’m hoping it’s for the best. 

No matter who I run to RP... I’ve always returned back to this account. From my first RP account outside of Final Fantasy (Mary from Shikkoku no Sharnoth @maryclarissachristiekitty-blog ) to a fandom I have literally no idea what I’m getting myself into (Admiral OC from Kantai Collection @admiralyoriemiko ), I’ve always run back to Deuce. An obsession? Perhaps. Passion? Well, I’m not sure. Maybe... I’m not the best Deuce RPer as I’ve seen plenty who role play her 20000000x better than me over the years. However, I can at least say I contributed to some part of the community by RPing as this character just like everyone with their muse(s)! I think...

Enough about my blabbers, FINALLY, the one you’ve all been waiting for...

FRIENDS

@fallen-saint / @invictus-classemque

Honestly, I’m grateful that we got to RP on here, Nomad! Truly, I want to thank you for giving my muse a chance, even if it does seem unlikely for our muses to interact with one another. Insert incoherent yelling here????!!? A Fate series mixed with a Final Fantasy title, let alone one that not many knew about? It seems impossible, but we made it work, especially you! You’re an awesome person and I have a feeling that no matter who I role play as... until the time comes to where I put the towel down, you’ll always give me a chance. So thank you for being so open-minded. I also want to thank you for being a good friend. ;-; Seriously, you’re one of those few RPers I would not hesitate to drop and run over if you need help or anything. (Or fanboy & fangirl together, hAH) To others, I recommend following this guy! He RPs Jeanne Alter and does an awesomesauce interpretation of her. Just a;lskdjf;lakjsf QUALITY A++ NICE MUN NICE PERSON OVERALL CRIES

@fudcshin / @ofortitudo

BAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, you are so awesome, awesome is literally an understatement. (and yer of course one of the only people that I can comfortable squeal and fangirl with omg) I’m really happy that you are willing to RP with me since the first day we’ve interacted all the way to present time! Bruh, 3+ years. a;skjfd;akjsf TIME FLIES WHERE IS OUR YOUTH??? I’m so excited to RP Type-0 stuff with you, especially when I returned to my homey account from Kantai Collection, rofl. You’re also a sweet person that, frankly, should get a big giant hug and sweets and-- u r just awesomesauce, ok? But seriously, you’re someone that not only RP amazing stuff, but you really followed me wherever I went. I cry. I CRY BECAUSE YOU ARE SO SWEET AND LOYAL, IT HURTS :A; <3 You’ll always be in my hearto as a good friendo, doki doki ;u; ;akjsd;lfkja

@culpritouswildcat

I swear to god, time flew by FASTER THAN AN AIRPLANE JESUS CHRIST-- anyway, seriously, you’re one of the few old RPers that are willing to remain as my RP partner from years ago (LOL 3 YEARS OR SOMETHING??? TIME FLIES) and it just brings tears to my eyes and my heart going doki doki. You’re an awesome RPer and I really REALLY LOVE your writing style, gosh. (No exaggeration) I find it funny that we first interacted through your Dlanor account and eventually shifted to this lovable wildcat... what a transition! Either way, thank you for giving my account a chance once again! I hope we can RP together more so into the future! ;; <3 (P.S. Gimme that Nitocris)

@inkstainedjade

omg, gurl, u r like the precious diamond in the sand. SO PRECIOUS. I’m seriously glad we met and you’re so nice, it makes my heart go doki doki. I mean, you are the all time Divine Sadist and Harem Queen??? That even Lucifer would bless your Holy existence into one of pure gold??? Simply AMAZING <3 But jokes aside, seriously, even though you are going through some hardships (sounds like an understatement sob), you really trudge through with your optimistic personality to others! It breaks my heart, CRIES. Just know that I’m always here for you ! Plus, you RP on a godLY LEVEL like jesus christ, I know we just interacted a bit in one thread and a;lskjdf;lkajsf plan some amazing plots and relationship between your muse and mine, but you’re so cool ;; To be frank, when you first followed me, I almost died because you know, how can this RPer who details her OC so well follow someone like me? I am a mere peasant. Love ya lots bae and let’s continue our friendship! 

@queen-yggdrasil

Man, you are one loyal RPer and I’m so glad we interacted with each other! For you to be open to whatever muse I have and not be afraid to try something, that's pretty awesome! ( Not to mention we over analyze and complain about everything, we are PROS, rofl!) Living in the same state, I’m almost amazed that we’ve constantly missed each other?! We’ll definitely hit each other up in person one day! But seriously, thank YOU for being such a great RPer, cRIES. Even if we don’t RP, I really enjoy seeing you on my dashboard! 

@notavampirehere

Onii-sama! <3 Ever since we first met when I was exploring the RP zone, you really stuck with me till the end... Dang, you’re honestly the only person that I can admit that stayed with me from the very beginning. I’m a little shocked that you’re too kind and sweet to keep in contact with me on a daily basis no matter if I reply or not with a;lksjdf;lajsf adorable messages that make my heart scream in glee. Thank you for being who you are! Always remember that I’m here for you no matter what! <3 And seriously, you’re someone precious to me in my heart. ;A; <3 aHHHHHHHH -huggies-

CADETS

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THANK YOU FOR BEING AWESOME! 

[imisswonho]

can you name mutuals you've interacted with who you think are absolutely beautiful on the inside and outside? and state why? time to spread positivity xx

hi baby!! ✨✨✨✨ omg absolutely???? THIS IS SO PRECIOUS WOW what a cute idea!!!! ok yes I’m going to scroll thru my kakao talk/pms lol ok here I go 💕 💞 💓 💗 💖 💘 💝

edit: YOU KNOW WHAT lets make this into a whole mutuals appreciation post because I’M FEELING LIKE I HAVE SO MUCH LOVE TO GIVE RN AND SO MANY PEOPLE DESERVE TO BE RECOGNIZED and idk why i’m nervous posting this wtf lol but anYWAYS HERE IT IS TA DAAAA!!!

@jxdoraa ✨ jaja; you are the light of my life and I have never been so blessed to have met an angel like you! I literally look forward to the evening bc that’s when you wake up and I get to talk to you hehe 💕 I feel like we’ve been best friends for years even though we literally met a few months ago LOL also?? you are stunning and jimin is lucky to have you in his (future) life hehe I love you so much!!!!

@lovingnamjin ✨ seanna; my smol!!! ngl i think that nickname is perfect bc I consider you like my other lil sister and I must protect you at all times lol BUT YOU’RE ALSO MY BEST FRIEND! 💕 you’re so beautiful and have such a kind soul, I appreciate you so much!!!

@cherryprincejin ✨ summer; my cherry princess! honestly you are the mood setter just like jin!! your bubbly, energetic, positive and optimistic personality makes me so happy to have you in my life and I can always count on you for anything and everything!! PLUS you’re deffo the first person to tag me in posts and visa versa (you have no idea how much i love that btw) 💕 you are my cute bright lil sunshine and I can’t imagine tumblr without you!!!

@defendkimseokjin ✨ britt; my strawberry princess! I think you are the definition of sweet??? like I looked it up in the dictionary and your name is definitely on there… how did I get so lucky to have you as one of my bff??? 💕 you are incredibly kind and a positive influence in my life, i love you sm!!!

@joonvaljoon ✨maycee; YOU ARE LITERALLY THE REASON MY LOVE FOR JOON GREW SO QUICK OMG I hope you know that?? being able to fangirl with a gorgeous hard stan like you is a BLESSING lol not only do you understand my thirst but you don’t judge me whatsoever for all the random shit i say 💕 I CAN’T WAIT FOR OUR BIRTHDAYS WOW IT’S MEANT TO BE THAT WE HAVE BACK TO BACK BIRTHDAYS WITH JOON HEHE i love you!!!!

@gamjin ✨ abby; my corgi loving to-be pharmacist!! my nam to my jin!!!! the potato to my bread!!!!! HAHAHA there are so many nicknames I have for you but that just shows how I can be 100% me with you and I can’t say that about too many people?? is it weird that I like how much we talk about school?? 💕 I can’t wait for namjin (or jin lol) to cook us dinner in the future, it’s going to be hilarious lol ily!!!!

@fruitynamjoon ✨ candice; I FEEL LIKE WE WERE MEANT TO BE FRIENDS LIKE THIS IS DESTINY HAVING US FIND EACH OTHER LIKE THIS ON TUMBLR EVEN THOUGH WE’RE IN DIFFERENT COUNTRIES LOL it’s still insane how we could have ran into each other irl??? 💕 anyways you’re one of my fave people on this site and the amount of talent you have is insane!!! I hope you know how much i love talking/fangirling with you!!

@v-hung ✨ sora; the amount of love you have is amazing and you never fail to make me smile!! thank you so much for always checking in and sending me messages, you have no idea what they mean to me! 💕 your tae blog made me appreciate and love him 10000x more hehe ily!!!

@jungshiii ✨ marty; my extraordinary talented sweet heart!!! I still can’t believe how incredible your edits are, I WILL NEVER STOP COMPLIMENTING YOU AND YOUR WORK!! 💕 thank you for helping me when I needed the most; I appreciate you so much!! ily!!

@sexy-rapmonster ✨ ruwi; MY OG JOON STAN BFF AHH what would my life be without you?? EMPTY!! I love how you use grape emojis for me tbh that’s like 20000x better than the heart emojis hehe 🍇 i love you more than i love grapemon!!!

ALSO I WANT TO MENTION MORE MUTUALS (i’m breaking the rules oops) BC I LOVE U ALL SM BUT MY FINGERS ARE LITERALLY GOING TO FALL OFF SO JUST KNOW I HAVE THE DEEPEST AND UNCONDITIONAL AMOUNT OF LOVE FOR YOU!!!!! 💕 💞 💓 💗 💖 💘 💝💕 💞 💓 💗 💖 💘 💝💕 💞 💓 💗 💖 💘 💝💕 💞 💓 💗 💖 💘 💝💕 💞 💓 💗 💖 💘 💝💕 💞 💓 💗

@dropthehixtape ✨ @kc-junghsk ✨ @jikooksgf ✨ @nochutae ✨ @namjoonsbby ✨ @yxonmin ✨ @blondekimseokjin ✨ @je0n ✨ @namseoke ✨ @sugasquish ✨ @vanillalattaes ✨ @namrjoon ✨ @aegyo-joonie ✨ @princeseokgenie ✨ @flanjin ✨ @lostmyseokjin ✨ @jins1upgirl ✨ @taaeeter-tots ✨ @lovehobs ✨ @silkguk ✨ @safejimin ✨ @bfkook ✨ @keepseokjinsafe ✨ @holy-namjoon ✨ @rappornster ✨ @bebitojoonie ✨ @dirtynamjams ✨ @velvethoseok ✨ @bts420 ✨ @jinsasleep ✨ @nnamkook ✨ @visualseokjin ✨  @flanjin ✨ @floral-hobi ✨ @mygx ✨ @kookieminnies ✨ @seon-yeonhoes ✨ @softykook ✨ @hobieism ✨ @dopedits ✨