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[vampemoqueen]

WoD Hallozine - a mini-Zine!

Introducing WoD HalloZine, a mini-Zine project for the Month of October!

WoD HalloZine is a short, one month project celebrating community and fanworks based on the World of Darkness. This zine will be free and distributed digital-only on socials. The theme of the zine is Haunting. Whether it be wraiths roaming the halls of an abandoned mansion, demons bound to their hosts, vampires lamenting on the nature of their immortal existence, or Garou communing with spirits in the Umbra, tell us your tales of dread, longing, and sorrow featuring your original characters. What sordid secrets are hiding in the dark? What Haunts You? How to Participate This is a time-sensitive event that's accepting submissions from September 24 - October 31, 2024. You can submit any art or written work based on original characters in any of the World of Darkness properties. You are welcome to submit existing work that hasn't been featured in a zine or create a new piece based on the theme. To sign up and be eligible to participate, please submit a form here: https://forms.gle/nnrShH3LDhbBtvip9 You will be contacted at least two times during the event: first to confirm your participation, second to check in and collect your final submission. You can always message more for questions and inquiries. Submit your piece through email or via DM on Discord. My Discord Art Server Gallery Noir will have an event specific channel for up-to-date news and a space to socialize. Joining is optional and not required for the zine. There are no limits on number of participants or submissions for this project. After October 31, all submitted pieces will be compiled into the zine and distributed via PDF format on my socials. No submissions will be accepted starting November 1st. Along with being in the Zine, you are welcome to post your pieces to your own socials and use as you see fit. If you do, I would appreciate if you tag me and use the tag #wodhallozine , though it's totally optional to do so! Submission Guidelines

This is a low pressure event where there are no hard standards on quality or content. I want everyone at all levels and mediums to express themselves however they see fit. There are no editing or draft phases and I will do my best to showcase the biggest variety of work across the community. That being said, to keep the project manageable and social media-friendly, there is a small list of guidelines for all work. General Content Guidelines

16+ or Rated-R at most

NO NSFW or sexual content

NO Gore or Extreme Violence

Light Blood and implied violence allowed

NO Offensive content like slurs or hate speech

NO AI generated or assisted work

If you have questions on what these mean, send me a DM.

Art Guidelines

You can choose to submit the following categories:

Single illustration/Image file

Short Comic (1-2 pages)

Any Size, 300 DPI, CMYK, PNG or TIFF format

Subject to formatting and placement choices

Writing Guidelines

You can choose to submit the following categories:

Short Story (3k words max)

Poetry/Prose (2 pages max including formatting)

English only, DOC, PDF, or ODT format

Subject to formatting and placement choices (please note if you'd like me to keep specific font and formatting choices)

You are open to submit as many pieces as you like. I reserve the right to include, exclude, resize, and rearrange pieces at my discretion for the sake of the zine's final composition. If a piece requires edits, I will touch base with you on the specifics. For any questions or concerns, email me at vampy269@gmail or message me on Discord at vampy8020. Thank you for your interest and have fun!

[angelsdean]

ok it's been months since i discovered this image on pinterest and i need 2 know where this image came from. is it real? is it a manip? and if it IS real. are there more like it. bc i would very much like to see them.

[naughtyjjk]

pent up nanami kento

characters: nanami x fem reader warnings: 18+, smut, pretty much standard what you'd expect it's my first time posting! i might write more jjk smut in the future if people are interested :)

the long hours of overtime have been getting to nanami and your schedules have rarely lined up recently. it’s been weeks since the two of you have had quality time together. the dry period has been affecting nanami more than he’d like to admit and he can’t help getting distracted at work sometimes, thinking about you and all the things he wants to do to you once he gets the chance.

he’s never been like this before, thoughts flooded with dirty images of you. what if you showed up to his office and surprised him in a tight skirt and unbuttoned dress shirt, revealing your cleavage? in his current state, he knows that he wouldn’t be able to control himself. nanami would bend you over the nearest desk and bring his body close to yours. his hands reach around to hold your breasts, the erection between his legs pressed up right against your pussy.

in your ear, he growls, “are you trying to tempt me?”

“yes,” you whisper, melting under his touch. his fingers are rubbing at your nipples through your clothes, hips rocking gently against yours.

just the thought of it has nanami growing hard in his pants. he looks down to see the obvious bulge where his dick is straining against the fabric and he squeezes his legs together, trying his best to hide his arousal. he doesn’t know how he’s going to make it through the rest of the day at this rate.

it feels like hours before he finally gets home. he’s still just as turned on, and he hasn’t stopped thinking about you the whole time. and if you’re not there—well. he’ll just have to get himself off even if it means jerking off while fantasizing about you because he needs the relief. it’s become unbearable how horny he is.

but thankfully, you’re home today, too. as soon as nanami sees you in the kitchen, he pins you against the wall and kisses you. it takes you by surprise, but you’ll never complain about kissing the man you love. eventually, he starts to trail kisses down your neck, sucking at your collarbone, and you realize that he wants more. you notice the tent between his legs.

“you’re so pent up, aren’t you?”

nanami groans when you slide a hand down his chest, palming at his hard dick. his hips buck forward uncontrollably, wanting more of your touch. you can feel how big he is, and how badly he wants it.

“fuck,” he says. “let’s take this to the bedroom.”

your clothes are discarded and nanami throws you on the bed, climbing on top of you. he’s gorgeous—broad chest, well-toned abs, strong thighs. his cock is flushed and leaking, and his eyes are dark, filled with desire. he leans in to take one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it expertly.

the tip of his cock rubs against your entrance but he doesn’t push in yet. “you want this, too,” nanami whispers in your ear. “tell me you want it.”

the words make you shudder, and you squirm as he continues to tease you. “ah—please!”

“good girl.” seeing you under him and begging to be fucked, nanami can’t hold back anymore. he sinks into you, pushing into the tight heat of your pussy. both of you moan at the same time as the full length of his cock penetrates you, taking a moment to adjust.

then he begins to pull out, dragging his cock against your walls until only the tip remains inside. without warning, he snaps his hips forward, filling you up again. he thrusts into you over and over, searching for your sweet spot and aiming there every time once he finds it.

it’s mesmerizing to watch him make smooth rolls of his hips as he fucks you hard. his grunts and moans and the sounds turn you on even more. you almost scream when he picks up the pace, going much faster and deeper than before.

“that’s it, you’re taking my cock so well.” nanami’s voice is low and raspy. he’s panting hot breaths by your ear. “you feel so fucking good.”

he brings one hand to your clit and rubs circles, knowing that you’re extra sensitive there. you throw your head back, gasping and moaning, and you can’t think straight anymore. it’s overwhelming. your thighs are shaking, you’re getting really close—

“come,” nanami says. “come for me, baby.”

he pounds into you relentlessly and your mouth falls open, orgasm rushing through your body, back arching. you cry out his name as you come. nanami loves watching you fall apart and lose control, knowing that he’s the one who made you feel this much pleasure. he groans when you clench around him and he’s chasing his own climax now, hips stuttering as his cock pulses inside you.

he thrusts one more time and you feel a burst of warmth as he spills deep inside you. nanami comes in spurts, filling you up with his release. it’s nasty and sticky and feels so good that you miss him when he pulls out. he collapses on the bed, still holding you and giving you a kiss as you lie there together.

it’s not so bad to see his pent-up side sometimes.

[6okuto]

UNIVERSITY WITH AKAASHI

gn!reader | no more posts set in high school!! time for everyone to grow up! /j

university student akaashi who you meet in an english/writing course. he stands in front of your spot and nervously fiddles with the sleeves of his jacket, hoping you notice him and look up. "um," he hesitates. "is anyone sitting next to you?"

maybe it's because he's just so pretty, but you think it's cute how he visibly relaxes when you shake your head and move to let him sit beside you.

university student akaashi who quickly becomes your go-to classmate after being paired for icebreakers and luckily exchanging contact info during your first class. you think it's too early to call him your friend, but he softly laughs at your explanation during two truths and one lie, and you hope that title will come easier by the end of the semester.

akaashi who, after a week, finally gains the courage to ask if you're busy after class today. a sequel he's been anticipating is supposed to be in stock now, and if you'd like to join him on a bookstore trip, he'd like the company. you, of course, agree, and he smiles and softly says, "thanks."

you ask him to explain the plot on your trip there and he's embarrassed, stumbling over his words and having to backtrack to explain lore, but happy nonetheless. he's going in-depth about his favourite character's development by the time you reach the store, and you don't think you'd ever have it in you to stop him from talking.

you wonder if it would be weirder if you looked for a copy of the first book yourself.

akaashi who always seems to have some sort of caffeinated drink when he walks into the afternoon class. he says he's tired by lunch time and it'll keep him awake. you nod. "what's life but treating yourself every once in a while?"

he snickers, even if he's making fun of himself when he asks, "you mean every day?"

"obviously. uni's hard, we deserve it," you tease with a nudge to his shoulder.

the next class, he's bought you a snack you mentioned enjoying. he fiddles with his straw, stirring the ice inside his cup while your face heats up. he repeats your words from a couple days before, "you deserve it."

akaashi who knows you despise the idea of peer reviews and having to read feedback. it's why you let out a breath of relief when the professor tells you you can choose your partner, and by the time you turn, keiji's already looking at you.

you quadruple check everything before sending the document, and take 30 minutes alongside coaxing texts from keiji himself before you manage to open the edited version the day after.

it takes you a second to realize, but your breath hitches when you do. he's taken the time to make a copy of his feedback with little compliments and doodles of him, like one doing a thumbs up next to a "great point :)", another clapping beside your conclusion saying "you did it :-) !", and one sitting on top of a paragraph just to make you smile.

when you thank him the next day, your face is warm, and his face is red. your eyes flicker over to him playing with the hair by his ear while he promises he'd do it again any time you needed.

akaashi who you've come to find out isn't just the quiet, pretty, smart guy in class. he's also the guy you often find yourself on call with at 11pm, hair messy and glasses drooping on his nose. he apologizes for his state and the fact that he's wearing a shirt with a sort of shitty collage of low quality cat images, and you’re barely holding in your laugh while you shake your head and reassure him it's fine.

you have to tell him to at least add something to the noodles he keeps eating during exam week, and threaten to block him when he teases you for the incoherent questions you stutter out at 1am. in return he checks on you when he sees you listening to your sad playlist, and lets you see the other shirts he's gotten over the past couple of years.

you beg him to tell you where he found the one of an english setter with "dog setter" written on it, and he asks why you want to copy him.

"i just...love your style so much, keiji. it's so bold and creative—camp, even."

and keiji laughs, really laughs, trying and failing to cover his mouth with the back of his hand. even with his smile covered, you watch his eyes crinkle and can't help but secretly raise your headphones' volume, just a little.

"yeah, okay, thanks." he laughs a little one more time. "if you do well on your exam, i'll bring it the next time we meet up so you can try it," he offers with an amused smile.

"really? you'd let me have the honour?"

keiji rolls his eyes and leans back into his chair, tilting his head while looking at you. he runs his fingers through his hair and it's really more attractive than it should be.

"yeah, of course," he promises.

it's a silly shirt, and a silly idea, but your heart rate quickens just a little at the thought of him sharing his clothes.

and keiji is glad you can't see his other hand fiddling with the bottom hem of his shirt, because secretly, he feels the same way, too.

sorry for the Blatant projection when i said u don't like reading feedback. that's actually just me. it's bad. whatever. this was actually fun OMG i love akaashi and hate uni fr . we as a community must talk abt charas in uni more. Please. for my happiness.

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[sailorfutaba]

Today, I would like to talk about the Gundam Kitties. These little guys appeared in furoku (greeting cards, stickers, various printed goodies) in Out Magazine.

Edit as of 12/07/2024, with thanks to @retroanimechris, at the bottom of the article.

Out Magazine is in this case not a gay mag, despite being responsible for this Prime Specimen. Out Magazine was an early otaku magazine, launched in the early 80's. It contained stickers and postcards, and even manga drawn to parody animé currently running. I first saw these kitties featured in old Charma doujinshi (Thank you @kishigunpla), so seeing them in semi-official things was quite a surprise.

Note how vastly different these are to the 'focus' or whatever of the series in question. Mobile Suit Gundam was a serious, hard sci-fi story focused on the White Base crew. These postcards feature mainly the 'bad guys' in adorable kitty guise, reminiscent of shoujo mangas like The star of Cottonland or Aishite Night. The colours are light and fluffy, while the setting features plants and low-tech slice-of-life situations, such as drinking sake, writing letters, or even playing go, creating a stark contrast to the hi-tech space scenes of the 1979 Mobile Suit Gundam series. Further, the characters depicted are not the main characters. The only White Crew base member who appears here, is Sayla. I assume it's due to her being a relation of Char, one of the series' main antagonists, the kitty in the white helmet (obviously). Char is in every single postcard, likely due to his massive popularity. What turns these postcards towards a very specific focus, is the other character featured on each postcard: Garma Zabi. Without going into how massively popular the Char/Garma ship was back in the day, I'll just state the obvious: This was drawn for a female audience.

I grew curious. Who was the absolute queen that created this thing? Apparently, a lady called Ai Naniwa. Some digging revealed that not only did she create these postcards, she also created a whole darn manga about the Gundam kitties. It was called 'シャア猫の事' or 'Char's kitty topics' which was described as a re-telling of the 0079 series, from Kitty Char's perspective. Naturally, Garma seems to have featured heavily.

Apologies for the bad quality of these images, they are cobbled together from google-fu.

Additional information, courtesy of @retroanimechris, posted in the comments after this article was first published: I actually acquired this manga and it was a supplement/special edition for OUT magazine. It's actually called "All About Char the Cat" シャア猫のこと 浪花愛 (月刊OUT11月増刊号 みのり書房 昭58). I am going to be scanning and translating the entire anthology very soon. She also worked with Charma doujin artist Shio Sato and the group NORMAL on several projects, of which I'll upload soon.

[outisgivingpac]

PAC: Little things you can do to improve your everyday life

Because there are days when simply existing feels like an extreme sport, this PAC shall give you some mundane advice to make your day a little bit easier 🌱☔✨

Check out my pinned post for my masterlist and personal readings ❤️

🐸Pick a pile/image you feel most drawn to🐸

Pile 1. Pile 2. Pile 3.

Pile 1: Queen of Pentacles reversed, the Empress reversed, The High Priestess

Dear Pile 1, there're a lot to unpack here so I hope you would stay with me till the end. Firstly, I can feel your fatigue streaming through, as it seems like you're buried under all kind of house chores and errands. What you can really use right now is a helping hand, not just someone who would nod sympathically to your struggle. Many of you could just be living alone, but some might share the place with someone who have different living standards as yourself. Either case, you could cut yourself some slack by asking for help, or simply letting others help you. On a side note, you might not have been eating properly as of late. Either you eat too little, or only fuel yourself with the kind of food that has little nutritional value. Though, it appears you're fully aware of all these problems, and just have to listen to your body more. You know better than anyone when you need to take a break, when to take a sip of water, or what you crave. So, yes, you should trust yourself on that as often as possible, rather than deeming it evil whisper your inner goblin lol

Pile 2: 6 of Cups, 7 of Pentacles, 9 of Wands

As it seems, people of this pile need a lot of activities and/or stimulations during a day to feel good in general. At the same time, idleness will weight you down like a plague. Without busying yourself with something that can be considered productive throughout the day, you tend to spiral hard in your head and become restless at night. This is often the case on those days when you don't have to go out for school or work. Aren't you a workaholic high-achiever with reasonable expectations for anyone but yourself? You're much encouraged to not take your day-off for granted, spending it worrying about work. Maybe you can pick up a hobby like handcraft (f.e. knitting, origami ect.), playing an instrument or engaging in certain outdoor sports. I know it could be much when you're low on energy, so it's important to find out something you truly enjoy to keep you (or your mind) active (maybe something you can do even when lying on bed?). The progress you make with your personal project will keep you in a more positive mindset. Lastly, some of you totally should keep your daily caffeine intake in check 👀

Pile 3: 7 of Pentacles reversed, 2 of Cups, Temperance

For Pile 3, I can tell you guys are goal-oriented people, who could get impatient when your effort are not met with immediate results. The lack of progress or productivity, whether it comes from your side or other party, could frustrate you greatly and taint your day in a sullen mood. To make your life a little bit easier, it's important to turn a mental switch when you're off work. Set your priority and boundary clear, knowing that you have tried to do the most you can with the cards you're served. There's always another day to continue or try again. Besides, if you have the "all or nothing" mentality, having compromises and taking the middle road will cut you some slack. As the world is not black or white, and it's completely normal to have inconsistency in your energy level. If you have a significant other, a close friend or family member, spending quality time with them is like swallowing a health potion. Oftentimes, they act like your personally cheerleader, hyping you up and helping you feel like your effort is seen, waaayyy before it is recognized by practical results. But hey, you can start giving it to yourself, too! Start to talk about/to yourself more kindly, like you would for someone you love.

[goldenpinof]

yooo i totally get where youre coming from wrt feeling like the only person who gives a shit enough to critique these kinds of little things about dnp. it definitely shows that they don't really care for the details, which personally i don't mind w things like the websites (maybe that's just bc i don't have an eye for graphic design!) but when it comes to details that imo make a significantly lesser experience as a viewer and fan, it really can feel really unprofessional on their end.

it's interesting because, on one hand, that's a little bit their charm, sorta scrappy OG youtubers who haven't really changed their formula much but continue to create CoNtEnT because they have an established community who enjoys what they do. but then on the other hand, they often allow that attitude to seep into things like operating their business, overlooking details in editing, weirdness with just about all of the managements theyve been under, the general tone-deafness of cheerfully announcing there will be more us and uk shows and completely brushing over the call for them to at least MENTION the rest of the world that isn't europe or the us.... also i think so often about how garbage their bday livestreams were in terms of production, that would be so unacceptable from literally anyone other than dnp, but because it's them they get away with it lmao. (and yes ultimately those streams were for a good cause and they succeeded in the fundraising, but that can't be an excuse for low quality.)

their unprofessionalism is like a double-edged sword in a way, like i genuinely find them difficult to recommend to other people, not necessarily because i think my friends wouldn't like their sense of humor, but because there ARE creators out there who have similar origins and have done similar things and have improved quality production alongside their growth. and again, i do not necessarily mind scrappiness, but it feels like it's at odds with the amount of money they make and the type of productions they are trying to do with things like the tour. and that's the other thing, they are FULLY CAPABLE of having consistently good production quality to all of their shit, not just the big tours. they just choose not to, and whether or not that's for the sake of image or being control freaks or they really do not care, it ends up making a worse experience for their audience imo.

(but like. im also of the mindset that dan should have done stand-up shows in dingy bars for $10 instead of wad so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

"control freaks"

for the last 2 years i question this statement almost every day. because if they were control freaks, none of this bullshit with promo materials existed.

and it's not about design itself. it's about typos and just wrong names of the venues. my main question is: WHY is it so hard to make things right? because realistically, it's not hard at all.

especially when people are telling you and asking you to fix it. like, how fucking stubborn you should be to brush it off. your work is your public image. and i'm sorry, but it looks like shit. it's so unprofessional, it's painful to look at. and i'm not even talking about videos. i'm talking specifically about danandphiltour.com and promo materials. editing of their videos is a different problem.

production-wise: this time, i have to say that i don't really care. but i get what you mean. there are youtubers who invested in this. dnp didn't. because they don't care, because it works how it is right now.

in conclusion: our loyalty is at fault. if we cared about work details a little bit more and were more serious, maybe, just maybe, we could level up all these things. but it seems like no one cases, and i'm tired of fighting this battle for years. i'm gonna take the L eventually. but the tour got on the way, unfortunately.

[eldritch-spouse]

[Part 7 of Gifted. Fem reader.]

Previous poll winner: Sit still and wait to seduce the angel (65.2%)

TW: Implied mind break; Character gore

New choice! [VOTE]

Now alone, you take a moment to better study the room around you.

It looks basic, that much you had appraised earlier. No windows whatsoever, a black carpet, dark walls, the purple bed sheets you sit on, pink pillows, a small armchair, and an even less remarkable vanity in the corner.

There are paintings on the walls, but you can't quite tell what they're meant to be. Who made those? It's as if someone who had no concept of reality tried to illustrate very specific images, failing miserably, creating a chaotic blend of colors and shapes that definitely resembles something you might have seen before, but twisted enough that you can't put your finger on it. If ever there was a prime example of the eeriness of the uncanny valley, this would be it.

The more you stare at the three paintings above the bed on the wall, the more you're filled with a sense of dread. It's wrong, it's all so wrong.

Fuck, you hate this place.

A fearful voice within the walls of your cranium screeches that if you dare search the corners of this room alone, the ground will grow teeth to bite you with, the walls will pull you in to a slow, suffocating death and the furniture will snap your limbs off. Oh, you wouldn't put it past this inexplicably horrid building to do any of that- No matter how ridiculous a thought that would have been to you not even a day ago.

From the moment you opened your eyes and were graced with moving flowers, it became clear nothing could be taken for granted, not even the most simple of truths. And you really, really don't want to have your sanity challenged any more by scouring this dark little motel-like room.

It seems you'll have to rely solely on that angel to break this stalemate.

What an odd sort.

That staff he carries on his back is trouble. You remember the way he shoved it so close to the gargoyle's throat. He was confident... As if it could pierce through the incredible density of the blue monster. Might as well play it safe and assume that it really is capable of cutting through Pebble like cheese. It's going to be a little risky to push his buttons when he's got that thing at arm's reach.

But then again, he's apparently easily flustered. There's no doubt about it, from stuttering as he tried to pull you off the other monster, to chiding you for vulgar language and reacting with guilty denial the moment you pointed out his hardness. It wouldn't be too hard to get under his skin and coax something out of him, you just have to take care not to irritate.

He said he'd be back...

What are you going to do then? Lay down and invite him to bed? Psh, as if he'd respond. Either he'd chastise you or flee, most likely. Perhaps he needs to feel more in control, needs you to act casual about it- Giving the angel a taste of something he considers "vulgar" without forcing him to acknowledge it. If it works, you could probably lure him into taking you outside again, some way or another. Though, thinking back on the crowd of people that gathered in the garden since you woke up on that bench... Is that actually a good idea? Debatable.

One way or another, you need his favor.

Yes, perhaps playing along with his demands might be smarter in the long run. Rising from the bed, you look for a second door, one that should lead to a bathroom, just like the one in the incubus' room. And yet... Nothing's there. Just the wall, staring back at you. This must have been the most low quality room he could have gotten. Then again, he likely wasn't concerned with your comfort.

You glance at the spot where the door would be just one more time, to be sure, to hope and pray that a miracle doorway had been summoned in that brief pause by sheer will, that this haunted playground had been merciful for once- Still nothing. Riveting.

That means you'll have to freshen up as best as you can in in this sorry state, with no water to help straighten your hair and clean the gargoyle seed still occasionally sliding past your entrance. Frankly, you think as you straighten the dress, the odds aren't looking good right now.

Thinking about it, all you've accomplished thus far has been getting fucked and tossed around between strange monsters. Every single time it seems as if you're walking in the right direction, some cruel force throws you back several steps, laughing at you, making you enjoy it. You feel awful. Which is obvious, naturally, but it's starting to wear you down. Or maybe it's the adrenaline leaving your system now that you're not in immediate danger or dealing with yet another monster.

You know it's over if you let that despair take over. The key to getting out is to keep up momentum. Stay strong, focus. There's no time to cry.

... Where is he anyway?

It's been a while. Maybe he's jerking off in a dimly lit corner, seething that you noticed his erection at all. Damn it, if he comes back to you having relieved himself, it's going to make things much harder.

In the eerie silence of the untouched room, it would be difficult to miss those approaching footsteps. Firm, rhythmic, like a footsoldier. Him.

You spring to action, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the front door. Spine straight, legs pressed together and hands on your lap, a neutral look on a tired complexion. There's only time for one rattled sigh before the door is pushed open, and in he steps. The angel. With what looks to be a mildly damp towel.

Immediately, all three eyes narrow at you.

In hindsight, it's not too hard to guess why. Everything is exactly as it was when he left, but you sit in a position that totally reads as suspicious. You are scheming something, and it shows. Bare legs sway over the edge of the bed, waiting for him to make the first move. Maybe you can sell something here.

" You are... More obedient than I expected. " He murmurs, probably to himself.

Hues bounce every over every shape of his furred figure, searching, searching- Ah, there it is! Oh, he's not full-mast anymore, but there's definitely something still interested in his weird outfit. You can work with that.

Quickly, your eyes flicker back to the winged one's face. " Well... I've been thinking, aren't you an angel? "

He hasn't moved since stepping inside. That double-axed staff is still attached to his form. Careful.

" Celestial would be the more correct term. Though I suppose, yes. Why? " The towel is folded for now. You have a hard time conceiving the thought that an angel would readily work here, amongst demons. It contradicts everything you've ever been told about these creatures- But then again, his mere sight is one huge, confusing contradiction.

" Then you're the one I should be listening to. Angels are supposed to be respected, after all. " Buy it, oh my God please just buy it, you're pulling this out of your ass on the spot, it better work.

The other sighs, eyes rolling. " And you came to that conclusion now? "

Yeah, he was there when you got brought to the whole gang, wasn't he? Hm.

" W- Well- I was scared and confused then, I- I know better now. " Do you though?

" So you claim you've come to your senses? " The angel pushes.

There's a shrug, your eyes leave his intense lavender pools for a few seconds, afraid they'll burn you to a crisp. You are being judged.

" Perhaps, mister... " It's your turn to squint, not even having a name to call him.

" Belo. " He nods, moving towards you.

A secret smile dances on your lips. " I see. Thank you for your mercy, Belo. "

The angel blinks a couple of times. You're not sure what gave him pause, it could have been the sound of his name on your tongue, the false sincerity in your tone, or the mention of mercy. It was a lapse in demeanor regardless, one you're all too keen to take advantage of.

" Were it not for you, I'd probably still be on that roof. " In a calculated move, your gaze drops to your lap sadly, fingers interweaving. " Maybe the other gargoyles would have gotten to me. Or I could have fallen into the hands of dangerous perverts. "

A pang of guilt flashes on his gaze. Brief, but not brief enough to miss.

Obviously, he didn't pluck you from the roof out of the goodness of his heart, that's ludicrous. It worked however, you want him to stew in his own guilt, if he's even capable of feeling that much of it.

" ... You're welcome. " Belo replies, though none of his eyes meet yours for a second. The worker recovers quickly. " P- Part your legs, please. "

This might be a lot easier than you expected. Hah.

" But why? " You feign ignorance, and a bit of discomfort, causing the other one to stammer and hesitate further.

" Well I- You need to be minimally presentable. " He very subtly shrugs, as if to say 'what do you want me to do?'

" But Belo I- I've been touched there by such brutes. I don't want to be hurt anymore. "

As if. You sooner kill a man to admit out loud that the sex you've had here was mostly enjoyable, even if you'd rather it have taken place under literally any other circumstances. Nevertheless, you committed to the bit, now you have to sell it, so you shield your sex through your dress, bottom lip wobbling. Crying on command is hard, you hope you won't have to rely on it.

The angel's authoritative demeanor wanes further, he seems to be appraising you with genuine pity, getting second thoughts perhaps. " I promise my intent isn't lecherous, but I do have to clean... " Big eyes spazz again, looking every which way, the words tight in his throat. " You are dirty. " Belo settles for, taking a step forward with newfound resolve.

The slight whimper you let out has him slowing down briefly, before coming to a squat before you. One lightly furred hand rests on your knee. " I'll be gentle and quick. "

" I trust you then. " You reply after a thought-out pause, masking the growing mirth within you as soon as you spread your legs to the angel, fully.

He's given a positively nasty view.

Not that much time has passed since you were folded beneath the stone monster, and your body still shows signs of being highly sensitive. From the flushing of your cunt, to a still peeking clit and, of course, the obscene cream-colored fluid you have no choice but to drip. Remnants of arousal still pulse within you at the sensation of your own warmth and wetness, finding a depraved sense of joy from how full of cum you have been throughout this entire day.

Maybe you should add him to the tally.

No. The longer you stay here, the less straight you think.

Belo looks absolutely enraptured by the sight before him, spare hand tight on the towel as you sit there, dress hiked up for his access. The monster man doesn't move for a long pause wherein you can see two pupils dilate slightly, the fluff on his chest pushing against that black outfit.

It's odd. You won't question why he's reacting to the sight of you this way when most of his coworkers seem vastly desensitized. You could be wrong, but perhaps he's relatively new to this place? That would make manipulating your way into a better position easier, but then, his conviction in this Admin person, in this lord he keeps speaking of- Being new here doesn't exactly mean he isn't already washed into a certain way of thinking.

Apparently, the two of you have spaced out at the same time.

Though, as you consider calling out to him, Belo shakes himself off the trance and finally gets to work.

Exactly as promised, those pale hands are nothing but gentle when they drag their way up from your inner thighs. And, in all honesty, you'd be lying to say it doesn't feel nice. Because it does. It's an attentive type of aftercare, even if the angel wasn't the one who plunged into you, or even remotely emotionally attached to you for that matter. For a moment, seduction games and thoughts of escape fade into the back of your mind, becoming static noise to the sweet sensation of humid cotton on skin.

Your eyes close, a deep sigh relieving some modicum of stress. Until Belo finally has the guts to touch you where it counts.

The moment you glance down, you find his eyes fixed on your face, although they quickly redirect to the spot between your legs. His grip is shaky at best, collecting the beads of spent as they show themselves and turning the towel around so he can smooth it over your womanhood. A nudge too close to your button is all that's needed for your leg to twitch and a noise to escape.

" P- Pardon. " Belo instantly excuses.

Although, he doesn't stop.

In fact, a minute or so of this light treatment passes before you start growing suspicious of his motives. I'll be quick, he said, and yet here he is, petting your pussy like a timid boy that's been shown a pair of tits and doesn't quite know what to do with them.

What is he hoping to achieve really? You think for a second, trying to keep a straight face. Does he just want an opportunity to caress a woman's privates? Is he hoping that you'll make a sound? When the angel begins edging the towel up repeatedly, never failing to gently bump your now interested clit, you realize it's definitely the latter. This dirty little bastard wants you to make some noise. It turns him on. Perfect, you need him to be horny for this.

" Belo. " Your hips shift forward the next time he combs over your pussy.

" Ah- ... Yes? "

You're not sure if it's sweat, but something's definitely running down the side of his face.

" Please, don't touch me there so much. It makes me... " Staring away, you feign deep shame.

He gets the picture, eating up the act you feed him without doubt- Or, who knows, he could be onto you yet still enjoy the pretend game.

" Oh dear. " The angel murmurs. " Then perhaps we should leave it as is. "

When Belo gets up, probably about to flee again, the fucking loser, you grab onto the edge of his coat. Cape? Whatever it is. " Stay. I should thank you for being so soft with me. " You plead when he faces you over his shoulder.

Those head wings flutter nervously. " I don't- I can't. I can't waste time here, I have to- "

" I'll be quick. " The corners of your lips quirk up, the tiniest hint of mischief present.

Belo spares a glimpse at the door, then back to your figure. There's a second where he looks ahead fully, and it's crystal clear he just lost the battle with his sense of duty.

" Alright... " The angel faces your seated frame again. " I suppose a moment longer won't hurt. "

He's consistently avoiding eye contact, and now you can be sure why. He got hard again, probably just from touching you through that towel, the shape of it straining against his suit. Oh for sure, he's hot under the collar enough for you to drop this silly charade. Grabbing the pale one by the holes on the sides of his "pants", you pull him forward rather forcefully, planting a kiss to his hidden erection.

Belo squawks, entire form tensing as his wings spread a good bit. He huffs and grabs the side of your head with both hands to keep it still. It's not an uncomfortable hold, thankfully.

" J- Just what- What in Eden do you think you're doing?! "

You don't answer the startled monster right away, blinking up at him innocently, then moving to place more chaste pecks along the length of his hard-on, nuzzling against it like the debauched voice that's been leering in the back of your mind all this time beckons you to do.

" Thanking you. " Simple.

" Lesser, with all d- due respect- " His next words melt into a desperate little " Uhn- " when you reach to kiss the tip of it.

Flattish head. Workable shape. No knot, thank goodness.

He doesn't seem like he knows what to say right now, torn between putting a stop to things and letting it all happen. The trick is, of course, not letting Belo think for too long. Nimble fingers search for a zipper on the angel's suit, finding nothing. Worried, you stroke the monster through the feather-patterned black fabric, poking and pinching at the front of his suit until -Ah, so here they are- You find nearly imperceptible buttons. It's a breeze from there on, fast motions undoing his outfit while the angel sputters and tenses.

" You- Good lord, you don't have to... " He pipes up when his member is freed. " We shouldn't. This is getting out of hand. " The desire to roll your eyes is overwhelming.

Is it weird to say his dick is pretty? Because it is.

It reminds you of Grimbly's, in a way. Smooth, a tapered sort of head, definitely proportionate to his size. Its pallid pink coloration, only ever getting darker at the root, makes him look soft and inviting. His arousal beads steadily, and you have no qualms taking Belo into your hands.

" Human... "

You'd rather he call you literally anything else, to be honest.

Right, so, you ponder while slowly working him up, the plan here is to either exhaust him, or at the very least catch him off-guard enough to leave. After all, you didn't hear him lock the door again when he came in. If you can make a dash into that elevator, then you can split from him and try to race somewhere. Not an ideal strategy, or a bright one for that matter, but you'll have to make do. There's an even smaller chance that the angel will feel merciful enough to lead you out, but you'd be an idiot to trust such a hopeless possibility.

Ah fuck it, one step at a time, you don't have time to mull on the finer details.

Focusing on the present, you plant several kisses along the length of the angel's cock. Not giving him time to stutter out any useless exclamations and letting a small tongue explore him from top to bottom. His legs shake visibly, even the fingers previously static on the sides of your head now tremble faintly, Belo seems flustered by his own reactions.

" You don't get treated well enough, do you? " Your smile is sweet superficially, but you wouldn't blame it if he took your words as an insult.

Although Belo seems to be far away right now, all three eyes lidding as he stares down at you, fixated on the movements of your lips more than the meaning behind them. It's ridiculous how quickly he's getting undone, and, curiously, you note that his large wings are closing in around you- As if to shield the world from the disgusting act being performed.

Even if you'd like to draw things out, time is against you here. Every second that passes is a bead forever lost to the hourglass of your survival- You're sinking in quicksand. It's with that urgency in the forefront of your mind that your lips wrap lewdly around Belo's pink girth and take it as far as possible without gagging.

" Hha- Ohhn m-mercy my lord...! "

His taste is nothing to write home about, but his noises? The finest of melodies. The angel's voice already had a melodic undertone to it, now it really is as if he's singing for you. Horny little hums becoming full-throated moans while he pleads this lord entity for forgiveness. Somehow, you doubt he's referring to any sort of god you know. Part of you wants to taunt him that there's no god involved in your oral skill, but his little cries are too amusing to halt.

" Mmn- I'm bad, I'm going to be punished for this... " Belo laments, even as the fingers holding your head subtly encourage you to bob on his cock faster, hips tilting ever so slightly forward. " I- It's all because of you. Filthy- Ah- Lecherous woman- My lord those lips ohn... "

You're not even trying that hard. Though his theatrics are a little flattering.

The next time he rocks into your motions, he gets greedy, causing you to choke around the base of his shaft, messily drooling as you gag. The sight isn't pretty, and you assumed the prissy angel would get turned off, yet instead, he throbs in your mouth. Hah, the puritan is a sexually repressed pervert- Who could have seen that coming?

Belo sheds self-control and dignity for every second that you suck him stupid, and his righteous mask falls entirely.

" Hharder... " He whispers, voice so broken you actually shiver, heating like a furnace. " Harder harder please- Mm faster, you feel so good! "

Who are you to deny an angel's beautiful begging?

Motions speeding, you make it a point to moan around him, the thrill of his wanton calls making your loins boil alive. He's such a slut in heat, you'd delight in bullying this one to his knees. The desire to make him come takes center stage and the sloppy noises of your work fill the room, the fur around his slit soaking with drool and precum by now.

" Fffuh yes -Oh I'll pay, I'll pay for this- Keep going keep going please I'm so- "

" So what, Belo? "

The room drops several degrees in temperature. It's a miracle you didn't bite Belo's cock in fright.

He rips himself from your mouth, quickly using both hands and wings to shield himself while he steps away from your figure- Effectively leaving you to clean your face hurriedly before you spot the new figure who has walked in silently.

It's a woman.

Not just any woman. A human. Like you.

For a long, pregnant pause, you think you're hallucinating. Giving a blowjob to an angel was a terrible decision and his fluids have induced hallucinations in your mind. You're high. You're tripping. There can't be another human in this cesspit. Or rather- There can't be an untouched human in this home of horrors.

The person in front of you looks very well groomed. Her hair is straight and short, a brunette hue matching the irises on calm, watchful eyes. This petite smile sits on an otherwise pale, perfectly polite face. Tones of purple adorn a somewhat intricate dress-uniform, topped by a small hat with a logo you've come to recognize here, fishnets, and heavy-looking boots. She holds an air of importance and passive authority, something that compels you to never take your eyes off her, to listen, to behave.

There's no doubt in your mind this woman is not a poor lost soul like you. She holds power here, this is not a friend or a savior come to your aid by any stretch of the imagination. Be on your toes. Belo's reaction to her appearance doesn't help either.

" My- Lady Admin, it's not- " He fumbles, searching for an excuse he knows he can't make up on the spot. She gives him a placid glance. " W- We- I- "

" You're hopeless, Belo. That's what you are. " She completes. The door to the room slams shut behind her seemingly on its own, causing the two of you to jump.

Admin.

So it's her. All this time, he was talking about her. Fear claws at your throat the longer you stare at this peculiar woman. Outwardly, there's nothing off with her, but her mere presence is so oppressing that you fail to fetch any words. It's as if something hides behind her eyes, speaks from inside her mouth, listens through her ears. Her body language is imperceptible, revealing nothing but her awareness of others' intentions. You don't know what you're dealing with, she scares you more than any monster ever could and you can't place why.

Belo prostrates himself before the smaller female figure, head glued to the ground as he shakes in trepidation. " My lady, I failed you! I'm an impulsive beast and I disappointed those above me. It will never happen again- I promise! I swear on my vows! Please punish the lord's servant as you see fit. "

Fixated on the angel's pathetic beseeching, you only notice Admin's gaze is trailing you a touch too late. She cages you in place without words, studying, deliberating. Her brows rise slowly, as if she had just heard something surprising, certainly not whatever mindless babbling her subordinate is spewing gratuitously. Finally, after a small eternity, she veers towards Belo, a delicate gloved hand grabbing the halo protrusion on the back of his head and yanking it up so she can stare down at shrunken inhuman pupils.

" We can arrange that later, you animal. " She spits, voice distorting towards the end in a manner that nearly stops your heart and makes him whimper. " Get up. "

He instantly springs to a stand. " Yes, lady. "

The woman pries his wings off his front, met with only minor resistance, as a warning glance is all that's needed for the angel to bare himself, a neglected shaft bobbing under her gaze.

" You. " She calls while leading Belo forward by the wrist, back to his previous spot in front of you. " Finish this. "

" M- Me? " You stammer, quickly facing Belo's cock again.

The brunette works fast, looping a purple groove around his length and quickly pumping the angel. She does it casually, but in a practiced manner, as if this is common place around here. Which, honestly, you don't know what to expect anymore. The puzzled glance you spare at Belo is not returned, his three eyes glazing again as he simply subjects himself to whatever she wants without complaint.

" Yes, you. " Admin arches a brow. " You've aroused him, now fix your mess, I need him functional for the rest of the night. "

This is getting so weird on so many levels.

When all you do is blink and attempt to stutter out questions, her calm demeanor cracks and she swiftly takes matters into her own hand.

Actually, to be more accurate, she takes your hair into her hands and forces you onto the angel's cock. You yelp at the pain, getting bobbed condescendingly onto Belo's length a couple of times before you start doing it on your own, tear tracks sliding down your face from the pain of her ruthless grip. Did you just feel clawtips on the back of your head?

Belo moans out again. The grip on your hair recedes.

" There. Make him come, I don't have all day. "

Yes ma'am...

Because what else are you going to do, now that your plan went to hot shit? With her around, it's essentially game over, isn't it? You needed to have escaped this room before she arrived, perhaps attempting to seduce the angel was only a detrimental waste of time.

She observes you work, entirely unfazed by the gross noises taking over the room. The sensation of judgement weighs heavily on your shoulders, her piercing gaze leaving you no room to slack off or make mistakes. In fact, fear makes you work faster, until Belo is twitching in your mouth.

" Tongue. " She demands, a hint of a smile on her face.

Looping over the head of his member every now and then, you get to see Admin shove two digits in her own mouth, then drop them to Belo's slit, slightly disturbing your pace before slipping them under the base of his cock to pump mercilessly.

" A- AH! Lady-! "

The pale monster shouts his sudden pleasure, fur ruffling and pupils dilating. His head curves back slightly, the woman behind him not missing a beat when she bites down on a tender spot of his wings. What a sight, you think to yourself, mildly distressed by your enjoyment of the scene. You had never been that much of a voyeur, but this is... Different.

Belo's hips are then harshly pushed forward. You choke and sputter disgracefully, too distraught to hear the start of his mellifluous cry before you sense ropes of hot cum coating your throat. There's no choice but to swallow, or else you'll only choke further.

He's pulled off you before his peak is finished, left to tremble and stain himself in pearly white strings, his punishment so far being a mildly ruined orgasm. You're not holding up much better, coughing some of his spent back out in your effort to breathe clearly. The two of you are a disgraceful mess, his face burns as hot as yours.

" Scram now, you desperate sod. " She says, after a drawn out beat of silence, possibly only to let the shame sink in.

The angel hurries to shove himself into his suit, buttoning it back up and murmuring rushed apologies before speed-walking away with his head down like a beaten mutt. The door opens for him, closing softly once the monster is out of sight.

That leaves you and her, Admin, the person he wanted to take you to since the start of all this madness. You have no idea what to expect, and it must show clearly, though she only stands wordlessly, opening a shelf in the bedside table and retrieving spare wipes to clean her stained glove.

" ... You're a human. " It slips out, you quickly regret it.

" Some people have stopped seeing me that way. " She cocks he head for a second, tossing the used wipes onto the table.

" How did- How did you survive in here? " It's a confused whisper. She not only survived but acquired some mysterious form of authority over these depraved monsters. They revere her, or at least the angel clearly does.

Admin turns, offering an almost pitying expression, then sits on the edge of the bed, far from you, her legs crossed. The woman is suddenly static like a doll, facing the wall rather than you.

" I'm responsible for the flow of this building. I saw its birth and I will live to see its fall. As my worship's vessel, it'd be worrying if I wasn't respected, no? " She has a certain humorous drawl now, but there's nothing funny about it to you.

So she's in charge, for lack of finer wording. You're more worried about the repeated mention of this lord figure, this "worship", whoever they may be. What was it Belo said, when he had found you and Pebble on the roof? Kulu? Vurlu?

" Krulu? "

Chestnut eyes fix you from the corner of her vision. She sits straighter. " So you've been told? Do you know of our lord? "

" No... I heard someone say it. "

She deflates almost imperceptibly. " I see. Address him formally. " It's a warning, not a suggestion. " Clean yourself as best as you can. Strip. You will be taken to him for evaluation. " Admin tosses the rest of the wet wipes package your way. It falls flat on your lap.

You don't move to grab it.

Not at all. Your heart is hammering in your skull, the sound of that is horrendous. It feels as if you're glancing at the end of the rope, your hourglass is running out of sand, the ride is slowing down as its end approaches. On this foreign bed, with this borrowed dress, next to a stranger- You realize your fate is sealed.

And the desire to cry takes you over.

She doesn't need to look at you to understand you're sobbing faintly.

" B- But- I don't want to die! " You blubber. You got so far, after all. It's anything but fair.

" What you want is irrelevant to me. " The brunette states, expression molding into an air of boredom. " You will be presented to my lord. Clean yourself if you'd like better chances. I cannot and will not guarantee anything. "

You consider making a scene.

A proper scene. Screaming and raving and throwing shit around until she's forced to kill you herself -You don't doubt she can- Or getting on your knees and begging with every breath you can draw. But Admin doesn't seem like the type to fall into schemes, to be blinded by flattery or moved by pity. She's a stone wall, your emotions truly are meaningless here.

It's funny that, out of all the monsters you've met here thus far, she's the most inhuman one of them all.

Yes, there's no use getting on her nerves.

Eventually taking the wipes, you clean Belo's stray cum off your skin, dabbing at any dubious spots on the pink dress. Digits comb over your own hair, attempting to fix it even if you know the effort is fruitless. So this is it. This is the end all be all of tonight.

You could die.

You might die.

It all depends on this "lord".

When you look at Admin, she's glancing back at you expectantly, fingers steepled. A moment passes.

" I said strip. "

Oh. You forgot that.

Hesitation claws at you. But then, you've been through so much already, is there any point in being self-conscious around yet another heathen in this place, a human on top of that? Fuck it, you're sure she'll just force you if you don't do it fast enough.

There's a nod when you begin moving, silent approval of your unspoken logic.

The light cloth is easily removed, and just as you expected, the brunette has no comment ready. She blinks, appraises you some more, then gets up, moving towards the door.

" Come. " Admin beckons.

Her neutral complexion quickly sours into a frown when you stay put, bare and uncomfortable.

" E... Evaluation? " You pry, hopeful that it's not something deadly which you're about to be subjected to.

" Yes. "

Another silent beat passes. For fuck's sake, she's just infuriating, isn't she? If you weren't so intimidated, you'd let her know.

" ... And what does that entail? "

The woman rolls her eyes. " I prefer to let Master Krulu do the talking. " The door parts before her. " I won't have to drag you, will I? "

No, you've been subjected to enough shame for a lifetime today.

Covering your breasts and nethers, you grimace after the other human, grateful there don't seem to be monsters roaming the long hall of doors. Admin requests the elevator, and it arrives within a few short moments.

However, much to your growing misery, it's not vacant. A single furred, bulky monster is inside it.

Although you pale like a sheet of paper, you're pulled inside by the arm, made to stand placidly beside Admin while the doors close and she presses the button beneath the last endless row.

How can she feel safe right now? You get that she's apparently a big shot here, but how come she thinks monsters will leave her alone?! This woman is ten times more insane than you initially judged her to be.

The leering thing in front of you, all beady eyes and far too many teeth, licks its filthy chops, boring holes into the two of you. The brunette is utterly unfazed, posture impeccable, confidence clear. You, on the other hand, are cowering like a corralled rabbit.

Maybe that's why he opts to reach for you first. Easy prey.

Fear glistens in wet eyes when a clawed hand lifts, he leans forward, entirely focused on you specifically. You're about to shout for Admin, to ask her if this is part of her plan, if she's blind, if she won't help-

But then there's a sickening

Crunch

And his fingers peel open. Like apple shavings, the flesh, skin, ligaments and blood vessels peeling off bone in a gored mess that has your stomach doing cartwheels. He doesn't scream, he chokes on his own cries and heaves dryly, watching the events unfolding with as much terror as you. Nothing prepares you for the blood-curdling shriek the monster emits when his arm breaks, shards of crushed bone jutting this way and that while his limb contorts into positions it was never meant to take. As blood pools steadily on the elevator ground, he hurls his dinner onto his own shirt from the pain and appears to pass out from shock. Whatever force held his arm in place vanishes, and that large body splashes onto the small river of blood it made, droplets flying everywhere.

The walls, the buttons, Admin, you.

You'd rather be coated in ten loads of cum than this, shaking in trepidation that the same thing will be done to your appendages at any moment.

Admin is ever passive by your side, chestnut hues cast curiously to the mildly deformed figure. Did she do that? To help you? It's probably not the case, but in the off chance you're correct, being polite may keep you alive for longer.

" T- Thank you, miss. " Your voice is much quieter than you were expecting.

The woman smiles. " That wasn't me. "

Oh okay. Sure. Don't think about it.

The sensation of sinking feels ever intense while the elevator takes its sweet time reaching the destined floor. You know this place is massive, you know it can't possibly adhere to the laws of reality- But it feels like you're drifting infinitely into unknown depths. Like it'll stop at the Earth's core and boil you alive.

It steals the breath out of your lungs, makes you acquire an exotic breed of claustrophobia. Can it even go back up after all this height? What if you're stuck down there forever now? What if it never works again? What if it fucking jams midway through and you die here- In nowhere land, deeper than any corpse ought to be buried. What if-

Ding

Oh. Nevermind? Yes, let's shelve that panic for the several breakdowns you'll have at some point, if you live through this.

When the elevator doors part, you kind of wish the thing did get stranded on the way down.

A creeping darkness slithers its way into the golden walls of the elevator, as if about to drag it into itself, like a black hole. You can't explain why, you've never been that bothered by the dark, but this one is suffocating. You know something looms there, can feel it in the heaviness the air sports, whatever's here takes up every inch of space, stealing the oxygen for itself, clouding the surroundings.

You don't want to step in. You fear for your eyes. You fear that this blackness is so thick it'll never fade from your vision, blinding you in perpetual terror. You look into that sinking gloom and the world twists at the edges, flickering and distorting.

You hate it. You hate this all. You want to go back up. You're not supposed to be here, this is not for you, you need to go you need to-

A candle flickers into a burst of sickening wisteria flames.

Your startled screech echoes back to you even louder, painting your cheeks in shame. Admin blinks at you with a slight air of parody.

A lulling smoke barely cuts through the darkness, you can make out a smooth, glass-like floor. Ah, so it's not a bottomless pit after all. Good, at least that, your depressed mind cheers.

The brunette slips into the darkness like it's her home, disappearing from perception entirely until the candle is lifted, the thing barely illuminating her figure while she walks back towards you. Was that a grin on her face? For the briefest of seconds, you could have sworn her teeth glistened...

" Come. " She repeats, stepping just barely into the elevator, expectant.

Not a single muscle in you moves. It's childish, foolish, pointless, but you look pleadingly at her. As if the woman that orchestrates this place, the person making sure the cycle of depravity never ceases, the one who's seen this building's rise, would have a sudden change of heart and whisk you away to safety.

No, there's not even the barest hint of sympathy there. She isn't seeing a person in front of her. Only a part of a goal. An element in a task. An asset to take from point A to point B. You are no more complex to Admin than a potted plant hidden in a corner of a forgotten room.

" I'm scared... " You whisper.

" You should be. History forgot the masters, but your senses will always know them. "

What?

" Move. "

When you refuse to, the world spins and you fall onto the freezing ground, palms barely fast enough to shield your head. A sharp pain on your lower legs makes you wince. She must have kicked you.

" Know that I will scrape your face across these sacred grounds, if I must. "

That certainly gets you to stand, blind like a mole if not for the weak wisp of the dark candle she holds. When the brunette begins to walk, her boots clicking faintly, you chase after her instantly. The last thing you want is to be left to your own vices in this piercing void. It's impossible to tell where the walls are, if there even are walls. Is this place decorated? Is everything as cold as the chill you feel pricking at your bare feet? This location feels infinite, but it could just be your mind playing odd tricks, trying to fill in the gaps.

Admin traverses its expanse with the same ease one will take a stroll through the local park. It's as if everything is perfectly lit for her, or maybe she just dwells here too, somehow. Turns blend into more turns, sometimes the feel of the ground will alter slightly, but you're never given time to process it. Every miniscule change serves to keep you perpetually alert, never allowing for the most insignificant of comforts to console you. Any moment now, there could be a bottomless pit and you just wouldn't know it.

" You're about to be bestowed a great honor. " She starts, in wording you can only imagine comes straight out of a low-budget movie. " You don't even know how lucky you are. "

What a curious definition of "luck" she has...

" You won't ever be the same. "

Shut up. Just shut up, stop talking.

You're not sure if you're wise to feel relieved when more candles, all identical to the one Admin carries, become visible. Hues of purple surround what you can outline as an altar of sorts, carved to Hell and back in symbols you can't make heads or tails of, spinning into intricate patterns on discolored marble. Silhouettes of foreign tapestry can be glimpsed at every time one of the candles roars slightly brighter.

This cult shit will be the end of you. Because it's real.

When Admin halts, you nearly walk past her, steadying eventually. That you know of, no one stands on the altar, which is equal parts puzzling as it is disquieting.

" My higher. " The woman bows to the darkness. " She's here, exactly as you wished. "

The silence that follows drags across your skin like nails on a chalkboard. A minor disturbance in the air makes the flames veer into the left for a moment. Oh you sure as fuck are not alone, your animal brain screams.

" Forgive the delay, Belo faltered. "

When her head rises, a gust of comparatively steaming air is blown your way, and you look ahead just in time to see two large orange slits open in the nothingness, sharpened pupils strike the fear of gods into you and your breath perishes in that instant. Help.

" Leave us. "

Admin tenses, her eyes widening. " Yes, m'lord. " Shock is quickly and effectively masked, the woman standing, retreating from whence the two of you came. Only the clicks of boot on ground fading away can indicate her departure.

Had you not been as paralyzed with ancient terror as you are, you would've shouted after her.

Slow, ever-uncomfortable seconds pass. You're not sure if you should bow like your escort did previously, or just turn tail and flee. Speaking is out of the question.

The privilege to choose is coldly ripped from you when the candles erupt into bright streams of fire, your sanity burning as well the moment a gigantic form presents itself.

There are no words. There can't be words. Your mind isn't given time to ponder on what it's actually seeing, just that it's witnessing the form of a god, compacted in a shape the human mind may be able to perceive. But not without pain, not without the ringing that stabs into your cranium from all sides at the sight of numerous charred arms and the flickers of red taking over your sight as your eyes nearly sizzle at the organs perched on his abdomen. A thin, vaguely emaciated figure extends to a height far beyond that of any monster's you have ever seen. You can make out charred, curdled flesh crossing that magnificent hide, horns, sharp jutting protrusions on hard shoulders, a curling, bony tail tipped with a scythe.

Every time your brain tries to fix and determine what it's looking at, parts of your comprehension falter and blend into others. The mere exposure to this being is breaking down your thought process, turning it into a mindless soup swirling to a nauseating rhythm. Basic shapes become unknowable mysteries, the smallest movement from their figure causing a searing headache to paralyze you. Colors become tastes and sounds turn to smells, sight is touch, your footing falters.

In a matter of blinks, sensation across your body starts to fade, becoming a distant murmur. And for a blissfully vacant moment, it's as if you're outside your own husk, glancing down from above, watching yourself stumble and heave.

Are you dying...? Is this what it feels like? Is it ending?

Something slender reaches out from the molding mass before you, past the corner of your vision. Faintly, the sound of maddened screeching reaches your eardrums -Is that you?- Before several points of contact are established, sending ripples of bile-churning goosebumps through your scalp and neck and-

Everything's calm.

It's not a good sensation. In fact, you're on the precipice of coherence, as if your impending meltdown is being held back by a transparent barrier, the fringes of your fraying conscious held together by the fickle webs of a spider. Something's is drying on your cheeks, your nose is too clogged by blood for you to breathe, so you end up coughing red onto your own chin. Finally, you're given enough motor control to blink, eyeballs burning, ears itching, though never able to turn your gaze away from him.

No wonder they call him lord. What else can you call an entity this supreme?

The god of this land spares you an unreadable expression. You'd piss yourself in fright if your bladder hadn't frozen.

" Nuisance. " He booms.

And every bone in your body rumbles. You won't talk. You should never talk. What is there to say, and how do you say it, to a deity? The word sounds from everywhere at once, the room feeding it to your senses by force.

" At its core, that is what you have been. "

The god moves now, flames dimming to shadow over his body once more, welcoming it, what you now recognize as a spidery hand briskly abandoning your head. A long tail drags across the floor audibly. Are you being circled?

" Thrown to my grounds by one of the... Guests of honor, I assumed you to be no more than a measly gift of gratitude. "

So he knows. Did Vesper tell him? Did he see it? Have you been watched this entire day?

" Bait perhaps. Scraps for the starved of lust. "

There's a gust of warm air on your back, though you dare not twitch, not even to wipe the crimson running down your face. You're going to die from this, probably. For some reason, the thought isn't as panic-inducing as it should be.

" It even crossed my mind that your presence here was more of a distraction. A means to disorient the servants, stir enough chaos for one of them to get fruitless ideas. "

Massive claws hold your upper body still, a stray, rough hand tugging one of your legs up with no care for your safety. Your hip joint pops harmlessly and you quiver with fear as your genitals are appraised by them. By a god figure.

" And, merit where merit is due, you have been most successful at distracting my workers. In just one day, you sank five to blind fucklust. "

There's a snort. No, an inhale?

" You drip these conquests like an offensive perfume. "

Oh yes, he's definitely angered you've apparently bothered the staff team here, no doubt about that. There was no winning here, was there? Being cooperative, being rambunctious, it all would inspire his wrath anyway, wouldn't it?

" I do not quite care for what makes you so special. " The voice sounds a little more distant, your limb unceremoniously dropped, body released. " It is a busy, busy night, lesser. "

" Killing you is on the cards. "

You guessed as much.

Pleading doesn't seem useful with him. If it meant nothing to Admin, then you're more than certain this one will crush your skull like a pea should you irritate him too much. Let him talk, you suppose.

" But so is a much more useful alternative. "

Oh?

" Which is the only reason I have deigned to talk to something as filthy as you. "

Are all gods like this? Is this what humanity has to look forward to? You have no reference, no expectations, no norms- This is brand new, uncharted, impactful territory. Giving the nuances of the situation any more thought than you currently are will unravel the small mercy of mental stability he bestowed upon you. Just as you have done since the start of this rollercoaster, you opt to live in the present. Think in the moment. Act on the second. Everything else is conceptually inexistent.

" With enough... " There's a long, low hum. " Guidance, you may come to serve me. " What must have been a wispy chuckle follows, as if the idea was a tad humorous to them. " Never as a worker here. Yet the ones sworn to me need to weened off my vessel, the future will require a certain level of distance. The sooner I fetch holes, the faster this will cease being a point of concern. "

... So, he's offering to let you remain alive, if you become a glorified cock-sock for his men?

What small shred of hope resided within you ebbs away in depressing seconds, face falling to a pained frown. Your tear ducts aren't working properly, but you're crying silently nonetheless. That's it, the culmination of all you've done in life.

It has led you here, to this moment, to this unspeakable humiliation.

What did you do that was vile enough to warrant this?

A flash of sizzling orange lets you know you're always being studied. The shadows grow more oppressive in their caress of your naked silhouette, he's closer now than he ever was before, every hair in your skin standing at attention.

Krulu's laughter roars loudly enough to momentarily deafen you.

" Do not illude yourself. " The god hisses. " Your kind is not permitted to leave these grounds. If you are to keep living then you will pay me tribute! "

" You will be of use, however your higher sees fit... "

A lulling, deceitful silence settles when his words fade into murmurs carried by the room's echoing.

It boils down to a very simple choice, one you can make sense of and see coming, thankfully.

When the numberless candles around the altar flare again, those bursts of wisteria ascend to the very ceiling of this room, spreading around the two of you like a dome of ethereal smog. More incomprehensible sigil-work and images eat up what little you can see of the walls, reredos and tapestry. Only now does the golden hue of jewelry adorning the entity's cruel body become clear to you, as does the yellowed snarl beneath such stern glowering.

One of those six hands darts its way to your blood-soaked jaw, claws hooking into soft skin like knives through melted butter when you're violently yanked onto the marbled surface of the altar. Krulu's face dwarfs yours, the glow of age-old hues holding immeasurable hate boring into the very depths of your soul.

" Waste my time no longer, pestilence. It is not often I offer agency to the inferior. "

You can only gulp.

" Give yourself to me, become property of my domain. "

The grip on your jaw softens just enough to let you move it, the soreness stinging harshly.

" Or perish, and the night will resume without you. "

Even if your throat feels as if it has been all but sealed with trepidation, you know this is a choice you'll have to voice.

Because, it could very well be the last choice you ever make.

And the higher is offering you the smallest amount of consideration by letting you write your own path.

[misfitdollies]

A Tough Love Letter to Monster High G2

When I’m asked about Monster High G2, I will often say I like it, typically to mixed responses. Some people are shocked, while others agree with me. My actual answer isn’t so black and white though, but usually most people don’t want some long, drawn out answer, so I’m left with answering “I like it”. So, how do I feel about generation 2?

If you were asking me strictly from the standpoint of my opinions on the dolls, it would be mixed, but overall I’d tell you I like them. Some of them are just objectively low quality and aren’t worth much note, such as the Budget Cheerleaders. But other lines within G2, such as Shriekwrecked, are honestly very cute and a major highlight of what G2 could offer.

Shriekwrecked & Budget Cheerleader Draculaura

Some people see Shriekwrecked and give it more credit because it was originally intended to be a G1 line, using that as the reasoning behind why it’s such a nice line, but even lines that were strictly intended for G2 had cute moments. The Ghostly Tea Party line comes to mind despite being a cancelled line.

Ghostly Tea Party Clawdeen & Ari

The thing about G2 though, is that no matter how much I like some of the dolls, artwork, etc. there is this heavy feeling of it not being Monster High, a sentiment I feel is shared between a lot of people when they think about G2, only this feeling for me doesn’t stem from the dolls themselves like it does for many others, it doesn’t even stem from the franchise being rebooted and introducing a new story. After all, G3 has done that in an even bigger way and never once has it left me with that same feeling.

That feeling comes from a piece of Monster High history that I feel is often glossed over; how it was introduced. People do talk about it, it’s not like it’s some niche piece of media that only die hard fans know about, but I do think it’s often swept to the side in favor of talking about the quality of Monster High at that time. Not that I can blame anyone for that, it is a major part of G2, but it’s not all of it.

When G2 was introduced, it was introduced via a video Mattel posted themselves. They’ve done a decent job erasing the video from existence, but it does exist.

As shown here, it highlighted many reasons why Monster High was undergoing a change. Despite Mattel’s efforts to make it seem new and exciting by wrapping it in a pun filled, cutesy bow, there was no denying that one thing was painfully obvious; Monster High was changing because of peer pressure.

It was hard not to feel like it was a major slap in the face to people who had grown up with and loved Monster High. I mean, wasn’t that the point of Monster High? To be yourself? The very brand that had spent years making that its image, that had spent years telling people that fitting in was so out, was suddenly turning that completely on its head and acting like it had never promoted that in the first place. Suddenly the message of being yourself felt incredibly inauthentic. Sure, be yourself, until people think you’re too scary or too much, then it’s okay to stop being who you are. After all, you wouldn’t want to upset anyone by being different, right? That’s how it read, anyway.

Even the attempts that Mattel did make at seemingly promoting that same sort of message G1 had with G2 felt empty when you remembered the messaging attached to them and why it existed in the first place. It was nice, but it was empty. The heart of the brand had been sucked from it in favor of giving into the demands of parents.

In the end though, none of that mattered. Mattel, despite their best efforts to, couldn’t keep G2 afloat. It proved many things, but above all proved that sucking the uniqueness from a brand that prided itself on that very factor wouldn’t fix the waning sales or bring in a new audience of people who once thought Monster High was too scary. Because the people who were so harsh on Monster High to begin with never wanted to see it thrive, they never wanted the dolls to cater to them, they just hated the idea of something different being on the shelves. It was the same complaints those very people had in 2001 about Bratz and Barbie in 1959 being repackaged for a new generation of dolls and no amount of sanitizing the brand was ever really going to rope those people in, it would only push even more people away.

Despite this though, I can’t and don’t hate G2. I can see the potential it could have had, I can see that had it not been plagued by low quality dolls and Mattel’s mishandling, that maybe it wouldn’t be remembered as poorly as it is today. Brands have to reboot to stay relevant eventually, Monster High is no exception to that, it’s just a shame that their first attempt at a reboot was handled so poorly and as a result, the bad parts of G2 are typically highlighted over the good parts.

I’m glad with G3 Mattel chose to stick to the roots of what made Monster High so iconic to begin with and I’m glad they were able to show that it’s possible to reboot a brand like Monster High, it just takes handling it with the same amount of love G1 was handled with so many years ago.

[beesmygod]

What's your take, if you have one, on the cut moon presence boss on the lake of mud?

as always, i dont know. i thought i didn't really have much to say but the more i typed the more i Realized. but i still don't really know lol. this is really image heavy, which made it long, so most of it is under a readmore.

e: hello bea from the future here. hey. this gave me so much to chew on for the next section in a shockingly positive direction. thank you so much for getting this ball rolling

it half-relevant but there's also some kind of. intermediary thing. i think it's the same shape as the used moon presence but its blue. for some reason.

no animations on this one, so it was cut early. different "faces" as well. or the low quality of the cut one doesn't maintain the "features" as accurately.

oh what the fuck. hold on. look at the head of the "lake of mud" (LOM from now on) moon presence compared to the others

ive made posts in the past about anti-clockwise and clockwise metamorphosis runes possibly referencing the in-game phenomenon of creature's heads being turned in odd directions. loran silverbeasts and the crawler enemies (ostensibly both loran/nightmare frontier residents) have their "heads" turned clockwise, like above. slime scholar and probably other things i cant remember turn anti-clockwise.

the crawlers are....i mean they're gross. but also uncanny. there's SOMETHING going on here, right? god only know what though. they are also known for the grim sight you can take in when they rear up to Get You: their...stomach?? is rife with messengers. being consumed? maybe? it evokes the image of the artbook moon presence, who is swarming with messengers in the same area of its body.

anyway back to the little creep.

in the center of its chest there's this bizarre unknown thing. if you peel away the majority of its body it looks like this. a grey blob with tentacles. as far as i can tell it doesn't have bones to animate, unlike the rest of the model. the entire model has unfinished textures so its hard to tell what it's supposed to be.

judging from the blisters on the creature, it is CURSED. the orphan of kos' placenta weapon (which is, i think, just a huge cursed blood gem?) has these same blisters, marking it as a fellow "cursed" great one infant (? probably? look at what a runt it is).

curses are a complex aspect of the bloodborne universe. sometimes they can be identified by the appearance of "sickly spots", but other times, curses are color-coded with purple (or red, but that seems strictly related to cainhurst nope i forgot foetid offering can give enemies red rally auras and change their drop tables to include cursed blood gems. much to think about) auras and magic.

a curse is exactly what you expect it to be: great power at a high price (like a huge weapon bonus but your health depletes per second), but the source is arcane. the cursed and defiled pthumerian chalice states, "curses are caused by inciting the anger of the Great Ones, and used to hex others." winter lanterns, the enemies with the heads made out of messengers fused into a brain shape, are the only enemy that consistently only drops cursed blood gems (and, evidently, blood gems only form in the dungeon or nears its entrances). given the pattern of these spots appearing on bosses, it can be reasonably assumed that winter lanterns are the result of a great one's wrath. what the fuck! i dont know what that means!

we're not going to bother going into the nuances of rites and data-mining because holy shit. this garbage is needlessly complex for how half-baked its implementation is. but cursed offerings create cursed dungeons to explore with cursed blood gems to collect. cursed and defiled pthumeru is differentiated by the purple (!) skull vapor overflowing from the chalice. cursed rites required cursed materials: bastards of loran are the mummified bodies of infants who died midway through their transformation into a silverbeast. with the clockwise heads.

okay. that wrapped us up back around to the beginning. i think the lake of mud arena was intended to be in loran, canonically. it has a bunch of different variations that probably would have been used for root dungeon generation rather than canon usage. a lake of dried up water fits perfectly with the terrifyingly arid climate of loran (which generates the blue bolts in the atmosphere). at one point, it seems that several chalice dungeons would have had secret 4th layers (they're still in the game and can be accessed with some light hex editing); i propose that this is where that fight would have taken place. the previous layer would have been the cut great one beast. and layer 2 would have been the loran darkbeast. layer 1 would have been the abhorrent beast instead of the baffling loran silverbeast boss fight that's completely inexplicable otherwise. isz has similar pacing issues. oh shit, i wonder if that's what that blue one is supposed to be. fuuuuccckkk.

the ailing loran chalice tells the player that "some have made the dreaded extrapolation that Yharnam may be next" but the game is telling YOU the player that YOU are supposed to look at loran and extrapolate the fate of yharnam from it. loran was also using old blood as medicine and became a place overrun with beasts and abandoned by god. the loran moon presence is bloated with curses and lives in a place devoid of water, a horrible thing for a great one given how much they love to yammer about lakes and the sea. the area outside of the LOM arena is, amazingly, the exact same facade as the entrance to mergo's loft. there's a stained glass window above the door that's shared between locations, yet again linking loran, the nightmare frontier, and the nightmare of mensis together. and, really, the hunter's nightmare, since the LOM arena was very, VERY similar to the orphan's ocean with identical architecture.

holy shit i guess this is what im working on tonight. and now i see how micolash fits into the entire timeline. neat

[queenaryastark]

When it comes to the setup for the characters in ASOIAF, I really do think that people forget or choose to ignore just how sloppy and not at all thought out it is. GRRM has said repeatedly that the story and characters grew in the telling. He clearly wanted these characters to start out at a certain point with certain characteristics, backstories, and circumstances, but he didn't really take everything into account ... because everything was still and is still growing in the telling.

Take the situation with Arya and Catelyn. I've been informed that Catelyn would NEVER allow Arya to be mistreated by Sansa and Mordane and she certainly wouldn't allow that bullying to hinder her daughter's education.

And, you know what? I agree. Catelyn would never allow Mordane to do what she did, and she would have protected Arya from Sansa's bullying. Jeyne Poole certainly wouldn't have been allowed to bully a high lord's daughter.

But Catelyn DID allow Mordane, Sansa, and Jeyne to bully Arya, harming her self-image and hindering the education she should have gotten from Mordane. Thankfully, Maester Luwin was able to give her a quality practical education that must not have involved bullying.

So, how is it that Catelyn did something she would never do? Because GRRM didn't think it through or had partially begun to establish the characters and their relationships when writing AGOT but never went back to edit for consistency. We know that both Mordane and Sansa bad mouthed Arya to Catelyn repeatedly in ways that establish both Sansa and Mordane as terrible people. So, she was made aware of how they were mistreating her from their own mouthes. Even if they hadn't informed her of how terrible they are, it would be her job to look in on the lessons from time to time and asking why her younger daughter was not benefiting from the education she was supposedly receiving. This would have realistically resulted in Catelyn taking action by removing Mordane and hiring an instructor who would do a better job raising the girls.

But she didn't.

This is because Mordane and Sansa were created specifically for Arya's character development. Were those characters removed or forced to stop their behavior, the way GRRM was writing Arya with low self-esteem wouldn't work. With that goal in mind, GRRM probably didn't take into account how this would, in turn, impact what the existence of those characters said about how Catelyn was parenting Arya.

For comparison, another early installment inconsistency happens in Catelyn’s first chapter. In that chapter, she thinks about how there are only weirwood trees in the North as all of the weirwoods in the south had been destroyed. This is untrue. Later, Cat also thinks of how hard the Arryns had tried to grow a weirwood heart tree in the Eyrie, the way most castles all over the continent had. In her last chapter of AGOT, she goes to the godswood of her childhood home of Riverrun where there is a weirwood heart tree that she would have been familiar with. In fact, there are countless other weirwoods in the south.

So, why does Cat claim there are no weirwoods in the south? Because initially, there weren’t any in the south, but that changed partway through the writing of AGOT. GRRM didn't correct the inconsistency. As incredible as this series is, it's full of inconsistencies. It's the same when it comes to inconsistent character choices like Catelyn essentially allowing Arya to be bullied by Sansa and Mordane ... which she wouldn't do ... but actually did, in fact, do.

[dissociation-station123]

Random Suguru Smut One Shot

Reader discovers their switch trait-Dominant Reader

“Baby…” His low voice had an unfamiliar whine to it, “Look at me.” You scoff and walk away. Heading to the small bar near the kitchen. You hear him follow on your heels. You watch him reach out but pull away, cautiously.

You grab a glass and the clink of the ice was the only sound heard. The tension was heavy throughout the room. You grab the bottle of whiskey and pour. Taking your time you lift the drink to your lips and sigh.

“Please…” The begging man was now lowering himself to you. His large frame is less intimidating as he kneels. “It’s not what you think.”

“Suguru…” You glare down at him, authority clear in your tone. Those dark eyes lower, a pretty pout on his lips. “You know I always take your shit. I never get mad or upset. Let me be upset.”

He nods solemnly and you lift his chin with your finger, your manicured nail digging into his flesh just a bit. He hisses and his jaw clenches. “Yes baby… But…”

You squeeze and he winces. “What Suguru? What the hell kind of excuse do I get now?” You lean down your lips inches from his. “You reek of alcohol and forget about our plans.” You take a longer sip shaking your head in disappointment.

Suguru doesn’t speak again, letting you scowl at him. You let out an exasperated groan and release your hold. “I always have to look for the redeemable qualities in everyone I meet!” You cackle and finish off your drink, you slam the glass back down on the bar.

“Did you have a good time?” You ask, crossing your arms. Suguru lets out a breath he was holding. “We’ll speak…” You order frustration building.

“No, it was business related. You know how Satoru is.” Suguru says this time taking hold of your wrist. “He doesn’t know how to not mix business and casual. I should have warned you.”

You roll your eyes. “I sat at the restaurant for over an hour. I texted and called but it went straight to voicemail. Maybe if this was the first time but Suguru it’s not.” Your voice does shake a bit as your emotions begin to surface. You yank back your arm from his grip.

“I know… fuck baby I know…” Suguru looks defeated. But you refuse to give him any reprieve. You were back to refusing to speak and you could tell it was killing him. “Just smack me… I deserve it…” You clench your fist tightly, you feel anger bubbling to the surface. “I’ll take any punishment.”

You glare into those dark eyes seething, the soft vulnerability in his gaze was hard to ignore. The soft sad expression was so desperate for forgiveness. Your anger sizzled out but another dark impulse replaced it.

“You want me to punish you…” You say a sadistic smirk spread across your face. Your hand wraps around his throat and his eyes widen. “Put your hands on the ground, all fours like the dog you are.” You whisper harshly and feel him swallow, a soft whimper escapes his lips.

Your stomach flutters at the image before you as he crawls to the position requested. This man who was always so confident and arrogant now looks up at you waiting for your command. Willing to do anything for your forgiveness. Groveling at your feet. He was the one always in control but look at him right now. Something clicks in your brain, like a switch.

“Please…” he pleads and you frown. You step on his fingers and he practically snarls. He does not get defensive, he merely looks at you, what an expression it was. You see his brow scrunches in pain but he licks his bottom lip seductively. “I’ll do anything. You can do anything. Just don’t leave…”

You tilt your body forward grabbing a fistful of long black hair and pull his head back. Suguru groans, his eyes rolling back. “How pathetic…” You watch as a dark look shadows his features but he bites his cheek to cause it to disappear. “You should make yourself useful. Prove to me why I shouldn’t walk out that door right now.”

“What do I need to do… I’ll do it.” Suguru says without any regret. You stand up straight and look down at him with a sneer.

“Stay.” You order as you walk towards the dining room table. You move the chair away and casually jump up on the table's surface. You glance over, still on all fours he waits for your next command. Your stomach flutters at the sight. “Crawl to me then. Tell me you're sorry like you mean it.”

Those dark eyes lower, he looks a bit too pleased as he tries not to smile. He crawls over trying his best to conceal his excitement. As he reaches you, there is no way to avoid seeing his imprint struggling against his dress pants. You lift your foot and add pressure to the bulge, the groan that escapes his lips is heavenly.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I am a horrible boyfriend. The worst. You deserve better….” He begins speaking, his low voice tinged with emotion. “I take you for granted.” You nod along and he lets out a breath. “But when we are together. You are my calm. You are my peace. You make getting up in the morning worth it.”

“How sweet…” you mutter with an eye roll. “Then why do you keep me waiting? Why am I always the one to worry? What if I stayed out late and returned home smelling like a brewery. Then my excuse is the meeting ran late. What images pop into that little brain of yours?”

His gaze darkens and you get a glimpse of his possessive streak. You laugh knowing exactly what he was thinking. “Do you imagine another man… hmm maybe Gojo… he is pretty…” You know you were being cruel by the way he clenches his jaw.

“I’d fucking kill him…” Suguru growls unprompted and you slap him across the face. He looks up at you surprised. You were always so gentle and took him so well, so obedient. He practically bites his tongue to keep his instinct to stand up, pin you down, and kiss you breathless. Touch you so that you admit your his.

“That’s your bestie though. How could you say such a thing?” You say in mock shock, you enjoy him fighting so hard against himself. “I forget why I put up with you. Why don’t you remind me?” You remove your skirt and panties kicking them to the side, he watches them fall to the ground. Then you spread your legs as he turns back to face you. “Show me what you're good for…”

You watch as his anger quickly fizzles to hunger. He slowly moves forward, pausing to lean back. You watch as he takes off the ponytail holder he always wears as a bracelet. You suck on your lower lip, always enjoying the moment where his large arms raise to pull his long black hair into a half bun. Those dark eyes never leave your own.

Your body no matter what you two were doing would react to the image, instantly reminiscing the memories you had when you were alone.

“So pretty…” You coo, seeing him now moving to kneel again between your legs. You pat his head affectionately, you could tell he was itching to devour you whole but his expression softens. He looks up at you almost lovesick. You lift your thighs to rest on his broad shoulders.

“Make me cum and I’ll think about forgiving you.” You whisper aggressively. You did not realize how turned on you would be being the one ordering Suguru around. The sound of your arousal when his thumb slowly begins to circle your clit was clear proof.

“So wet already…” Suguru groans, shoving his long finger inside, gliding against your slick walls. Slowly thrusting a few times, you bite your cheek attempting to keep your moans at bay. A deep groan manages to escape as he removes his fingers completely with a grin. You watch as he sucks your juices from the digits.

“Fuck… your practically gushing for me already…” His deep voice suddenly became a bit too confident again. You squeeze his neck with your large thighs and he looks at you mischievously.

“Stop fucking teasing me. Use your damn tongue and make me cum asshole.” You hiss with a cold glare and you feel him swallow.

“Yes ma’am…” He mutters, his dark eyes now lowing. He licks his canine and takes hold of your hips, pulling you forward. Without any more hesitation, you feel him begin to suck your clit greedily. Your back arching at the sweet pleasure.

His tongue now moves in persistent circles and you grab onto his arm, nails digging into the flesh. You let out a shaky breath, still holding back your cries, stubbornly. You hear him chuckle as his tongue drags across your folds.

You scowl and fight the slow haze of your mind. Your fingers grip roughly into his hair and your thighs tighten around him even more. You ride his tongue almost angrily, fueled by his laughter. You hear him gasp for air but a sexy whimper is heard right after.

He meets your pace and you finally moan loudly as his tongue is buried in your cunt. You feel his body tense up and muscles strain as he thrust with your movements. “That’s it… mmm…” You grind against his face lost in the sensation.

“You’re so good at this… being a filthy whore for me.” You shout your head falling back as you feel yourself reaching your peak. Suguru groans against you and the vibration is enough to send your mind into a blank state. He struggles a bit to reach up and stimulate your clit with the vice grip around his neck. You feel him rutting his own hips against nothing. Your legs begin to quiver and you cry out, “cumming… that’s a good boy…”

Your legs fall limp and you call out his name as he laps up the mix of your cum and slick. When you glance down he looks so possessed, his cheeks flushed as he pants for breath. Those dark pupils dilated with pure lust. “Give me another sweetheart…” He growls and you push him away, your foot on his chest. “Please…” Suguru begs, a cute pout on his lips.

“I’m satisfied.” You sit up and stretch your body, you feel his gaze take it in. “Finish yourself off. Sleep on the couch.” You say hopping down from the table. You know if he joined you in bed you would give onto his pleas.

“Baby…” Suguru calls out again and takes hold of your wrist. You glare back at him and he looks away. “Okay…” He says and you turn back. You cup his face and kiss him sweetly. You watch as his hand twitches craving to grab onto you.

“Night Suguru.” You whisper against his lips and he sighs.

“Tell me you still love me… at least give me that…” Suguru looks a bit defeated and you kiss him again.

“I love you very much. No one else has even ever crossed my mind.” You say gently and he gives you a bright smile nodding.

[thicctails]

"Viva la Viva, baby!"

So guess who watched Trolls 3 today~

Ngl, based on the trailers I had really low expectations for this movie, and it was really only after watching some TikToks with the villain song in them that I decided to give it a chance, and I'm so glad I did. 3 is by far my favourite of the entire series. Was not expecting to love Viva, but she was fantastic and I wish we had more screen time with her!

While I'm not entirely sure how I will/would integrate her into the Rough and Fluff AU, I decided to make a design for her anyways, complete with some little headcanons/additions. (Click the image for better quality)

More spoilery/AU discussions and 4th movie predictions below!

Okay okay, movie discussion first:

-I fucking LOVE the Putt Putt Trolls. Its so satisfying seeing how the trauma from the bergens being more fleshed out, and it makes perfect sense that they are as fearful as they are. I'm actually surprised there wasn't more pushback when Viva stopped them from executing Bridget and Gristle.

-(How did they escape actually? The tunnels collapsed, but were there other tunnels? Or did they have a different way out? How did so many, including the eldest heir to the throne, get left behind? Why did Peppy not get BOTH his daughter's immediately?)

-On the topic of Viva; notice how her ears are lower/sharper than Poppy's? I think that's typically a more masculine trait (not 100% bc we see some male trolls with softer/rounder ears) so uh yeah MTF Viva real suck my entire nards

-Fuck King Peppy. This guy gets worse every movie. He is the Dumbledoor/Sensi Wu of Trolls. Mans cannot just give Poppy relevant information to save his LIFE. I can understand not telling Poppy immediately, the grief of loosing his eldest daughter would understandably make that hard, but its been over 20 years now, and she deserved to know.

-Also, fuck most of Branch's brothers! I'm glad JD went back eventually (when exactly he did isn't clear, but sometime between the night of the escape and the first movie) but if he assumed Branch had died, why not try and contact his other siblings to tell them? Clay I can kinda understand with him not wanting to venture out beyond the mini golf area and leave the trolls he was helping to protect, but the rest of them? Not one of them tried to go back for their baby brother? Not even Floyd? When Trollstice was a thing?? Branch shoulda thrown hands fr.

-Rhonda the armadillo bus thing was hella cute and I want a plushie.

-I. Do not really like Crimp

-Velvet and Veneer slayed sooooooo hard. I hope Veneer makes a comeback.

-I also hope we see more of the other troll tribes again.

-The music for this movie was absolutely fire and I NEED a full cover of Sweet Dreams

-I wish the Grandma's death was touched on more than once for like .5 seconds. Like, come on guys, your brother just revealed a major trauma, and that your GRANDMA died!! For christ sake, maybe go apologize for fighting?? maybe go comfort him????

Movie numero 4 predictions:

-Broppy marriage. Branch fr said "Lets get married" by accident HES THINKING ABOUT IT

-Either Poppy/Viva get their mom back, or Branch gets one/both of his parents. Dreamworks will pull some bullshit out of their ass and say that uhm actually they escaped like years before the others did and have been, idk, trapped in the shadow realm or something.

-We see Chef/Creek again. Creek redemption ark would go crazy hard IF DONE RIGHT and I want to see that fear of some monster trying to eat all your friends come back again

-Broppy kid reveal at the end of the movie. Unbelievable amounts of Plush Toy Marketing and terrible spin offs ensue.

-backstory/lore/backstory/lore/backstory/lore/BACK

-I just want to see more Trollstice era stuff plz dreamworks

-We get a Sound of Silence reprise

-Branch/his brothers are revealed to be a hybrid/some kind of special troll. I am TELLING YOU this guy adapted to different kinds of music like it was NOTHING, something Poppy and the others struggled with. Hes got something in him I SWEAR

-Tiny diamond is, once again, part of the main supporting characters

Au shiz:

-If Viva IS put in, its going to most likely be during the sequel. Peppy is already going to be dragged through the mud, might have him mention something about a lost sibling near the end of the OG fic, and since the Pop trolls will be looking for a new home, maybe they'll run into her

-Branch's brothers will not be making an appearance. They simply dont fit into the narrative. I may do an alternate au with them included but who knows.

-Mildly considering making Tiny Diamond a Greek kid. (Guy x Creek) would make for some interesting angst.

[indefenseofkara]

MWII Operator Headcanons: Kortac edition

Hello! It’s time for my Kortac headcanons! I’m doing the base operators that came with the game (except Oni because he’s a playstation exclusive so I can’t play him.) Like before, all images are screenshots from my game.

“Fender” Takacs

momma's boy, in the positive sense

can be loud and rambunctious, easy to view as a "mans man"

but very respectful of women and doesn't tolerate any of that "locker room talk"

the whole "mystery dad" thing has maybe gotten out of control

and when he's drunk he might let slip that he thinks his dad is someone like Reagan or maybe Elvis

or a time traveler. Seriously

“König”

I like the cleft pallet head canon

definitely a guy who crafts

there's already a ton of fan ideas about him, I don't really have anything to add

“Calisto” Allard

thinks she's better than you, but she's right

honestly one of those people who is good at everything and it's just not fair

refuses to look unkempt. No messy buns, no old t-shirts. Even her lounging around or doing chores clothes are high quality and well coordinated

still coming to terms with the fact that she isn’t straight

Darnell “Hutch” Hutchinson

competitive to a fault

seriously, just say "bet I can (blank) better than you" and he's ready to go

really good singing voice, a deep baritone

I think he has sisters. idk why, it just feels right

he’s actually the most meta character because he worked with the Call of Duty Endowment, which implies CoD exists within the world of CoD

Kim “Horangi” Hong-jin

has attempted to bet on the fact that he's a terrible gambler

it did not work

because he is a terrible gambler

can really hold a grudge

dyed his hair blue one time and kinda wants to do it again

likes to paint his nails

Rozlin “Roze” Helms

I like to think that she put Graves in his place a couple times when in Shadow company

like can you even imagine? He'd say some sexist remark and then say "not you/you're different/you don't count" or some "boys will be boys" nonsense

as if Roze isn't ready to throw down on behalf of any and all women in the fucking world

has been the "only woman" or the "first woman" in organizations for so long, and she's sick of it

maybe that’s one reason why she split from shadow company?

Sami “Zero” Zakaria

his call sign is the answer to the question "how much sexual attraction do you feel?"

(I'm trying to say he's ace)

yeah he had his rich party boy days, but that was more of a performance; a persona molded by societal expectations

when not in the battle field he's surprisingly chill

cannot stand low quality alcohol

Declan “Conor” MacConor

this mf-er blinked in my first screenshot of him

will play up the accent to get laid. No shame

if people get annoyed by his filthy mouth he talks about how cursing is a part of his ~culture~

guilty pleasure: reality tv

Tor “Aksel” Eriksen

serious about sunscreen. He's Scandinavian and has scars and tattoos. Gotta protect that skin

definitely owns a motorcycle

probably part of a heavy metal band at some point

he’s one of those guys who will wear shorts and sandals when it’s snowing and tell everyone “it’s not even that cold!”

Salvatrice “Stiletto” Muselli

biggest issue with her scar is that it makes it hard to do covert/undercover work

due to working on anti-drug task forces, she always carries narcan

has definitely threatened to castrate someone. Like holding a knife to their sack and everything

pretty good at giving herself manicures

she’s my fave, tbh

Thanks for reading! You can find my Specgru headcanons here. 

[littleeyesofpallas]

Bleach’s Issue with Queer characters (2/3)

...

Dordonii might seem like a weird one to point out here, compared to some of the more overt examples, but I think he had a fairly evident queer codedness to him.  His more overwhelming quality was his kind of Spanish flair, what with the tap shoes and Flamenco-esque poses and gestures, the devil horns in his greased hair and on his mask shard, and his little Mephistopheles mustache and beard.  But the ear ring, and Flamenco adjacent sex appeal mixed with the way he kind of baby talks Ichigo strikes me as contributing to a certain daddy-ish gay character type.  Also, I’ve never been 100% sure that it’s not just crosshatching, but I’ve always read it as some chest hair peaking out from his low v-neck.  But I feel like that assessment needs some qualifying context...

Western sensibilities tend to read effeminate features on men as a chief indicator of homosexuality, Japan has never been quite as narrowly focused with its own gay stereotypes.  There is definitely a particular character type in anime and manga that pins the preening vanity of smooth faced and long haired effeminate men on homosexuality, but it’s not really the go-to.  Tracing back to media trends of the 1970s the long haired, smooth chested pretty boy (even the gay ones) very much became the domain of female audiences and creators, where as the prevailing trends of gay portrayals by and for men actually settled more firmly on the hairy and muscular image that bara is associated with now.  I'm not about to do a whole big breakdown of the japanese gay subculture behind the bara thing, because that deserves more time and attentio that i can give it here, but you've got a keyword to work with now, so I encourage you to do a little googling yourself.

Also he has his right ear is pierced?  I don't know if this was ever a thing in Japan, but in America it became kind of a wide spread myth(?)  Originally it actually was a functioning kind of code within the queer community in the 1960s and 70s, but after it became somewhat more generally well known the practice more or less stopped, for pretty obvious practical reasons... but weirdly enough by the sheer power of stupid homophobia, straight people continued to scrutinize and be paranoid of men with pierced ears for decades following.  Again, though, I have no idea if either the original intent or the misinformation of that trend was ever anything that had any kind of Japanese presence...

Anyway... What I’m getting at is Dordonii feels very queer coded to me, just not in ways that everyone picks up on.  But speaking of muscular hairy gays...  Let’s talk about an elephant in the room:

Charlotte Chuhlhourne:

Obviously, Kubo doesn’t quite have the tact to make use of queer identities in a totally respectful way, so it’s hard to tell how much is attributable to Kubo making a character exactly as they appear, and what could be argued to be a character’s theoretical self-identifying terms filtered through Kubo’s limited vernacular.  But the word to know here is Okama[オカマ], which has traditionally referred to gay, AMAB transvestites.  Obvious stumbling point here is that prior to more widely codified and accepted trans identities this term applied to both transwoman and drag queens.

Granted until fairly recently(by which I mean within the relatively short spand my own lifetime) even the queer community at large didn’t always differentiate the two very well; presentation was presentation, the circumstances for it and the specificities of achieving it were personal choices, not taxonomical crossroads; some moonlit as queens and that was it, others would’ve lived as women and never walked a show in their life if that had been a practical option, others still were happily gender fluid, but the scene had one look and one label.  We made due with what we had.

Anyway...  point being that Charlotte’s character is specifically a play into an Okama stereotype.  That is to say, the archetypal look of Okama in Japanese media for many years has been a middle aged, square jawed, often broad or even muscular, drag queen.  Although Charlotte doesn’t actually have one, they are also frequently shown with a muzzle of stubble growing in.  Despite what you might think about jabs at the beard as a masculine feature betraying their feminine presentation, it’s actually not (usually) the reason...

The image comes out of Japan’s gay bar scene --in Tokyo, Shinjuku-Nichoume in particular-- which has long been a cultural centerpiece of Japan’s gay culture.  The larger Shinjuku ward as as whole is itself a commercial district.  So, to the general public who didn’t have any interaction with gay culture itself, the small glimpse they had was from the crossing paths of salarymen commuting into work as straggler okama headed home from the bars the morning after, still in drag and makeup but with unshaven stubble growing in after a long night.

(Also, just a side note on this, but if you’ve ever seen an older (usually bigger) woman with a deep, brassy voice in kind of sultry night attire at a bar referred to as “Mama,” it’s because that’s the owner of a okama bar.  She’s not literally anyone’s mother, she’s the defacto den-mother of sorts for the patrons of her bar.)

It’s still definitely not a flattering portrayal, but it’s one with a very specific history that doesn’t communicate to Western audiences at all.  But there is a certain strangeness to how the Japanese handle this, comparatively.  While Western rhetoric has its hangups with moralist preaching and bitching and moaning about “degeneracy” and “deviancy,” those judgments just aren’t baked into Japanese culture in quite the same way.  In fact, while most of these okama caricatures by and for cishetero creators/audiences are definitely not what anyone would call “good” representation, they do lack a certain expected malice.  Sure, flamboyant bafoonery is a constant in exploitation of gay culture on either side of the Pacific, but where as the West uses this as a means to disarm gay men --to make them non threatening, or to rationalize not taking them seriously-- anime manga and even videogames tend to fixate on the curiosity of it.

(although one enduring, generally positive case of this that actually seems to fly super under western audience’s radars are the great fairys in Zelda. which have maintained their extremely obvious dragqueen inspired look since OoT)

One of the first encounters with the okama charactertype that I only learned to identify looooong after the fact is the Magypsies (haha oh boy that localized choice of slur...) in Earthbound. On the one hand they were treated as a bizarre spectacle and literally not human, but they were magical and benevolent and a little comical but not in the way where they were relegated to being the punchline of a joke and nothing else. And I've found over the years that that tends to be the tone of these kinds of characters.

Another very similar case of this is Ivankov in One Piece, the Kamabakka kingdom Okama and Newkama, including Bonclay/Mr.2. (His "okama way" gimmick being a play on the hardboiled gritty actionhero cliche of a "man's way.")  Where on the one hand, it’s a disgusting, tacky use of the familiar okama cliches, but also their very existence as okama is painted as the basis of their unique form of super power?  Really, it’s just so wildly divorced from reality that it’s hard to even call it “representation,” harmful or otherwise...  Still, in impossibly poor taste based on optics alone, though.

This all is not to try and sweep under the rug that these are still ultimately problematic stereotypes and caricatures to have to debrief each new generation of viewer on just to avoid the slippery slope of total misinterpretation, but I've noticed that there is a distinct difference in how that tone is read. The overwhelming attitude I see from these creators is that these long standing cliches are how okama look and act, but that it makes them interesting or funny, and yes “other,” but rarely lesser.  Obviously that's still rooted deeply in ignorance on part of these non-queer creators, but you can see how it lacks the teeth that the western equivalent has, where such caricatures are explicitly there to defame and demonize, and I think that’s an important distinction to make.

(And let’s not even get into the issue of fake “woke” white people struggling to wrap their tiny brains around the idea of another culture by framing it as that culture’s unique idiosyncrasies as if they’re just failed attempts at conforming to white anglo-centric western values, because THAT is a whole other can of worms...)

To maybe put this into some better perspective here, Tier Harribel has blond hair and tan skin, and given what the Arrancar are and how they live she is presumably naturally dark skinned, and naturally blonde.  But her design is clearly based on gyaru/gal (or possibly ganguro) fashion, which makes use of fake tans and bleached hair.  She looks the way she does because she's made to look like that aesthetic, but looking the way she doesn't doesn't imply she bleaches and tans(presumably those colors are both natural on her in-world). 

That same relationship of image inspiring image while being divorced from meaning is just kind of how Kubo makes these kinds of aesthetic decisions, all across the board, problematic or not.  But of course no one really cares about it when it’s a weird recontextualization of the gal aesthetic because no one’s offended on their behalf.

And in general, I think a lot of these things are just so outside the Western perspective that even when they definitely are problematic, some people can’t even begin to grasp what about it is, and end up fabricating just nonsense arguments against it to rationalize a kneejerk kind of discomfort and confusion over the subject...

Anyway...  having said all that, the next one actually IS a huge problem...

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[giovanni-solos]

Hello, How Are You?

- Day 3: Highschool au (with a smidge of the Sunset prompt)

Fair warning, I didn’t exactly write all of the day prompts yet so I’ll be going on hiatus until I’m off school for the weekend and have more free time, so maybe I’ll be dual posting missed prompts with current ones then? Hopefully i will. I’ll try.

And if not, this week has been a lot of fun and actually helped me distract myself from a lot of stressors. Seeing everybody come together for another DazAtsu week was fun and I’m glad to have been apart of it!

Read it on Ao3 or, right here.

The bell rings to signify the start of the break, Atsushi is pulled from his thoughts by the sound, still messing with the longer strands of his hair. Some of his peers put their tables together, others text friends to meet them here in class and a few walk out. Atsushi looks out the window at the clouded sky and watches them move slowly when his phone buzzes.

He pulls his phone out of his bag and looks at the message Dazai sent him, a low quality image he found somewhere on the internet followed up by “mom made extra food for you today, come eat”

With a fond smile and a soft sigh Atsushi gets out of his head, heading past the sliding doors into the school halls. He finds Dazai at the stairs already waiting for him with a smile and two small boxes, extending one to him as they meet on the steps.

“How was math? Bad?” Dazai asks him as they sit in the corner against the wall.

To which Atsushi replies in disdain; “I won’t be surprised if we both fail it this year and get held back”

“No no, I meant like the teacher. Is the teacher strict?” Dazai clarifies for him, Atsushi shrugs still unsure of that. “Well, hopefully not..”

They open up their lunches and dig into their food, occasionally stealing bites from eachother as they sit in comfortable silence. Not a lot of other students pass by this staircase, and for the past two years this is where they’ve been eating since the pair of boys met during their first year. It was a very stereotypical experience, they crashed into eachother and mixed up some stuff they were bringing to their teachers, and then just happened to keep meeting there.

“What university will you go to after graduation?” Atsushi explains, pausing before taking another bite of his food.

Dazai hums in thought, he hasn’t even bothered to look into any that are nearby and now Atsushi’s asking him?? He’ll know the truth just from the look on his face. “Uhh… isn’t it kind of early for that?”

“Well, I don’t think so.” Atsushi closes up the small container Dazai handed to him “I mean, I want to plan accordingly so I can keep being around you, you know that right?”

“Because you’ll get lonely without me pestering you?” Dazai asks smugly.

“Exactly that, yeah.”

“So you want to go to university with me?” The brunette chuckles. He doesn’t think anybody is nearby, he reaches out and interlocks his arm with Atsushi’s and scoots closer. “Are you sure?”

Atsushi nods happily at him and adjusts in his spot. “Of course I’m sure, because I know good things will happen if we both keep working hard together”

They’re close now, Atsushi has his arm around Dazai’s shoulder and their faces are mere inches apart. They hear the bell chime again telling them to return to their classes and both scramble to gather their things before parting ways again.

…

Atsushi is sitting back in his classroom daydreaming through the last ten minutes of school. The bell to go home rings and he’s the first to jump up from his seat and bolt out the door despite his teacher telling him to walk. Even Dazai can hardly catch up to him when Atsushi runs by to get outside.

“You’re too fast!” Dazai claims as he holds onto Atsushi’s bag, barely catching his breath. “Can’t we slow down???”

Atsushi pays him no mind, running to the crosswalk and crossing the street. They stop there and Dazai leans against a wall panting and out of breath.

“I-” Dazai gulps, standing up straight “listen I know you have to pick Kyouka up but can’t you slow down??”

“But I’m always right here when she gets out.” Atsushi comments as he heads toward a separate gate, “it’s my job to walk her to the station wether I go home or not”

Dazai wheezes, but he doesn’t complain again.

They wait together for a few minutes before a short looking girl runs up and hugs Atsushi from behind, his sister Kyouka who they gaurd on her way to the station. it’s a quiet walk, and when the station is in view she runs off on them to head home. While Atsushi however keeps following Dazai, and without her to look after that’s where all his attention goes.

“Want to stay for dinner tonight?” The brunette asks him kindly, “you can even stay after. The servers won’t finish updating until later so we’ve got time to kill.”

“Hmm. Sounds like a plan.” Is Atsushi’s quick response, they hold hands as they walk along the less crowded streets. the sun sets along their horizon and their shoulders bump together. This is all they need, a quiet moment to themselves.