#even if i must wait for its actual release that's fine....i just want to know it's coming

[crystal-lillies]

When will my beloved (Cardcaptor Sakura Clear Card anime) come back from the war (get a season 2)?

[bump1nthen1ght]

Playtime (Male! Vampire / Male!Reader)

Pairing: Male!Vampire x Male!Reader

Warnings: Explicit Content Ahead (18+ ONLY), Blood kink, Non-Consensual ( Hypnosis/ Compulsion), Biting, Rough Sex

Word Count: 1610 Words

Based off this Request (by @harukisakisblog ): Vampire x male reader. Non con (but reader enjoy it) also rough. Breeding i guess (bonus point if reader did get pregnant) also just reader begging to stop but in the end got turned into a cockslut. Mm、let's see.... I guess reader holes got so full that the cum started to get out of it while reader is just looking at the vampire asking for a second round. Idk man i'm horny so go wild please

If you had to describe the feeling of being compelled, the most apt metaphor you could think of is lying down on the beach. The sand leaves little pinpricks of fuzz on the nape of your neck and the back of your arms, the ebbing tide rund between the crevices of your vertebrae and rushes into your ears. It’s a billion different sensations that feel so small, yet so all encompassing.

That’s what your brain feels right now, body limp in the arms of this monster. Your conscious thoughts seem to ebb at the edge of being actionable, but fade before you can grab on. Your skin feels tingly, the freezing touch of the vampire now sucking on your neck so jarring yet unreal.

“Well, don’t you taste delectable.” The vampire purrs, not even wiping the fresh blood off his lips before kissing you on the cheek. “Yes, I think I made a fine choice. Don’t you agree? ”

The words are like slurry in your head, the vampire not waiting for an answer as he runs a clawed hand under your shirt.

“N-no….stop.” You slur, hand grabbing his wrist in the imitation of force. The vampire laughs, pushing your chest down and forcing you on your back. He wastes no time in throwing your legs over his shoulders, lifting your hips and slipping off your pants. A long, painted claw draws circles in the meat of your thigh, pushing up the hem of your boxers.

“Goodness.” The vampire moans, pressing his mouth right up to the skin and taking a deep breath. “You smell so sweet, I simply must have more.”

The sting of fangs biting into your leg barely registers in your mind, but your hands still push and claw at the vampire's chest, even as he remains immovable. The suction of his mouth, draining the blood from your thigh, is damn near erotic.

The vampire licks at your wound, face smeared in your blood and a wicked smile. His wandering hands moves across the fabric of your underwear and squeezes your cock. Your lower half jolts, unintentionally bucking into his grip. As your cock grows hard the vampire kisses down your leg, eventually reaching your clothed crotch. In a move far too gentle for the situation, he kisses your shaft, dangerous sharp teeth glistening in the low light. The open cut on your leg begins to burn, though it only lingers in the back of your mind

“P-please.” You beg, globes of tears dripping from your eyes. “Please don’t do this.”

The vampire tchts, moving his hand to stroke your erection.

“Aww, sweetheart. I’m only doing what we both want. What we both need.” He laughs again, that taunting laugh that tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. “Now, just relax for me, hmmm?”

Another wave of compulsion washes over you and your hands go limp against his chest. The vampire presses another kiss to your crotch before pulling down your underwear. Your hard cock bounces out, standing stiff against your stomach. The vampire licks his lips, flicking your boxers to the side of the room, off of your ankles.

The vampire sticks its two pointer fingers into its mouth, sucking languidly before releasing with a pop. You know immediately what he plans to do, especially when he smears more blood onto his fingertips. He presses against your tight entrance and you actually thank how the compulsion has relaxed your muscles, letting him sink into your asshole with little pain.

“That’s it. Open up for me, darling.”

A shiver runs down your spine. The pads of his fingers curl inside of you as the vampire reaches his knuckle. He sets a gentle pace of fucking you open, cooing petnames that glide right over you. The sensations shoot all the way to your toes, the vampire quickly finding your prostate and massaging it gently.

Your cock is left unattended, but not for long. The vampire spits into his free palm and begins jerking you off, matching the pace of his fingers and just teasing the heat in your belly. You bite your lip, your subconscious desperately telling you to fight this off. But instead your body whines when his ministrations stop, the burning in your crotch needing more when the vampire pulls his fingers out.

An animalistic keen leaves you, making the vampire laugh.

“So desperate. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

With the sound of an undone belt buckle and some shuffled fabric, the vampire throws your legs over his shoulders, bending your limp body into a mating press as something cold touches the bare skin of your ass. Your lazy eyes shoot upward, meeting the vampire's ravenous gaze as he strokes his cock in preparation. That desperate voice, trying to fight, is scared by his size. But the one in control, the unconcious running you right now, is excited by how it might feel.

“Now, I want you to scream for me, can you do that?” Another bout of compulsion, though much weaker than before. “I want to hear my name coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours.” A clawed finger runs across your bottom lip. “Say it for me, dear. Say Emil, please fuck me.”

“Emil, please fuck me.” The unconscious says and you wish it was the compulsion that pushed it to do so.

“Good boy.”

With that, he begins to push his cock inside of your asshole, spitting into his hand and stroking his cock as he does. The pressure is less intense than it could have been without the fingering, but Emil’s girth is still formidable, the compulsion only doing so much to the burn. It doesn’t help that he continues to make lewd comments, Emil groaning as he stretches you open on his dick.

When his hips hit your backside, he moans again.

“Look at that, it’s a perfect fit!” Emil spanks one of your ass cheeks, moaning again when you clench around his cock. “Now, for the fun to begin.”

A strong grip grabs your jaw and pulls you into a sloppy kiss, Emil hunched over your body when he begins pounding your asshole. He shoves his tongue in when you gasp from the pressure, already that tight knot stirring in your belly.

The sound of skin slapping skin is debaucherous, which Emil seems to revel in. He makes sure to elevate his moans and gasps, hands holding tight around your jaw and forcing you to look into his crimson eyes. He licks his lips as he presses and swirls his hips against yours, drinking in your reaction.

“I want you to be loud.” The hand around your throat tightens, just enough to be a threat. You feel your eyes rolling unto the back of your head, your breathless moans getting caught at the back. “Scream for me.” Emil squeezes your throat again, pushing your head onto the bed and sitting himself up as he increases his pace. The compulsion and the way he’s brutalizing your prostate send stars behind your eyelids, your crotch canting towards Emil’s thrusts.

“Fuck! Yes, please, more!” The pleasure is all you know in the moment, your balls feeling tight as Emil laughs. His thumb brushes against your cheek while his other hand spanks your ass again. The buzzing has shot down to your toes again, you cock aching from the lack of attention. You’re actively meeting Emil’s thrusts now, tightening your core and throwing up your backside against Emil’s hips, trying to search for more.

That dizzying feeling approaches again, only elevated when Emil wraps a hand around your cock and begins jerking you off. You gasp, trying to focus in on Emil’s face but everything feels blurry. You recognize his laugh, the way his grip tugs and fondles you, but the context of it all is lost.

“Aww, thats right dearie, come for me. Cum on your master’s cock.”

Even without the psychic powers you feel the tug at your brain and your core, cock twitching in Emil’s hands as fucks you. He’s laughing amidst his moans, his pace growing sloppy as he reaches his own orgasm. “Cum all over yourself, watch as I fill you up.” Emil punctuates his words with powerful thrusts and you know you can’t take much more.

“Shit! Fuck!” You cry out, lower half tightening as your orgasm exploded outward, cum splattering up to your chest. Emil’s moan is beastly as he cums inside of you, spurts of his semen filling you up.

The after glow is short, Emil pulling out with a filthy schlick, brushing his long black hair out of his face. He looks down at you, a self- satisfied smirk taunting you. You can barely lift up your head, limbs shaking from the exertion. Your mind feels like it’s sunk into jello, warped and fruitless to move.

Emil sits back on his haunches, patting your thigh as he just watches you tired body. His cum drips out of you, bite marks on your neck and thigh only confirming your place. You’re his, his play thing.

He moves to sit up, feeling gracious enough to get you a wet rag to wipe yourself off, but is stopped. Your ankle is still hooked around the back of his knee, although you couldn’t stop him completely, it's enough to get his attention. Emil looks down at your face.

Your voice, croaking and desperate, calls to him.

“More.” You pant, weak calves trying to pull him back closer to you. Emil sees your cock, half-hard again, as your pretty eyes practically beg for another round.

Emil smirks. Seems he won’t be needing the compulsion anymore.

[i-am-the-avatar-of-idiocy]

Can you write something for reversed!AU? (the one where they are playing an otome game of MC, maybe if you want MC to get isekai'd there too) thank you !!!

Yeah of course I can anon! I also saw your other message and that is fine! Mc uses she/her pronouns here- I’m sorry to other people

Lucifer

When his brothers started playing a harem game, he thought it was stupid and wanted them to focus on their school work

Then he sees a certain character… mc?

she is stunning

so he subtly decides to download it. He claims it’s to see what they are so excited about

he ends up grinding for your cards when he has time

and he likes the fan service of you

he tried to delete it but he couldn’t last a day

he actually really liked the game

when his brothers find out he struggles to explain

Mammon

He starts playing after he sees Levi playing it

he was whining that he didn’t have enough energy to do a battle

he was intrigued so he downloaded it

he thinks you’re the best character. Definitely his favourite for your personality and looks

dont start him on the fanservice. You can tell when it’s on from his flushed looks

he may have some merch too

Leviathan

He was very excited for the games release

he thinks your character is really cool from the start

he has cosplayed you before

he will go on to his brothers about you and how you are amazing in every way

he prefers you to Ruri-chan

he can’t wait for the anime!

merchmerchmerch

probably has a body pillow of you

Satan

Levi wouldn’t shut up about the plot and it sounded… interesting

he thinks your character is interesting. Your back story is not said and he’s determined to find out

he will raise your intimacy level high above the others

originally it’s not a conscious thing but it does become one when he realises he prefers you over all the other girls in there

he will sketch you sometimes and write about you

he talks to Levi in front of the brothers about it just to piss off lucifer

Asmodeus

Asmodeus falls for your amazing face when he sees the game trailer

theres no harm in trying out the game

he thinks he’ll only have it a few days and not prioritise it

hes very wrong

like very wrong

its all he can think about at times, gifting your character, watching your face light up

Beelzebub

Beel plays it because everyone else is

he thinks your character is very pretty and has a nice personality

whoever Wrote you must know what a nice person truly is

wishes you existed irl

he us not as innocent as you think with fan service you know

he won’t talk about the game but he does enjoy it

Belphegor

Belphie plays it because beel did

he starts prioritising events over sleep

and grinding for your new cards

he thinks your character is very attractive if they were real

he also thinks the game is worth all the talk Levi gives it

he probably has a body pillow but not for sinful reasons to sleep on

Diavolo

We all know he will find out through lucifer

he thinks it’s what all the youths do: either lucifer or youthful fun 101 told him

he likes it a lot

he has money to spare too

like he spends a lot on getting your new cards

your intimacy level is really high

he also has you as his strongest

loves your design

might have merch

Barbatos

Hell only play in his spare time

yet still manages to get lots of good cards and stay updated

he also loves MC- she’s awesome

reminds him of himself

his favourite card of you is ‘the dutiful maid’

Plays because Diavolo wanted him too

Simeon

He’s not good at technology but this helps him

he loves playing the game- even if he had trouble downloading it

favourite character is MC no questions asked

he will not save for 10 pulls, he only does 1 pulls

Solomon

He plays because asmo does

he thinks your character is cute and grinds for new cards

you seem kind of shady but he still loves you

he has seen fanart

tried to cook your favourite dish from the game and it’s awful

he is really good at the game surprisingly

[shinydelirium]

Kiro’s Breathing Date Translation [CN]

Warning: The following date contains SPOILERS not yet released for EN/global server. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

Little rant: I wasn’t planning on translating this date. When it comes to Kiro dates, I'm more interested to read ones that delve more into his backstory/character/lore/relationship development with MC and just based on the karma images alone, I thought it was just going to be some light-hearted silliness cuz a lot of Kiro’s karmas show him smiling and having fun and I wish the artist would just have more variety. There were so many other scenes in the date the artist could have illustrated but I digress. Then I realized it’s a top-up karma so the story must be somewhat decent and decided to give it a watch. As I was watching, I heard that one BGM from Inspiration date and Love Everlasting BGM. PG wouldn’t use those songs unless it was something heavy and emotional. To my surprise, I ended up loving this date more than I thought. All in all, don’t let the cute little rubber duckies and wet Kiro fool you. Anyways, that’s enough ranting, enjoy the date~ 😊

[Part 1]

Kiro: I’m sorry, do you know me?

The summer heat was isolated from the ward and the scorching heat on the windowsill could almost be seen through the glass.

I looked at Kiro in front of me, wearing a hospital gown.

-flashback-

MC: Kiro got hurt? What happened?

On the other end of the phone, Savin’s voice sounded regretful and anxious.

Savin: As he was walking down the stairs, he fell and hit his head…it’s all my fault. I wasn’t looking after him like I should have.

Savin: But he doesn’t want to stay in the hospital for observation. Can you come and convince him?

MC: I’ll be there soon!

After explaining the situation to my co-workers, I hurriedly rushed to the hospital.

Savin left the two of us alone. Kiro stood quietly by the window.

MC: Kiro!

Hearing my voice, he turned around.

My eyes carefully looked over his body. He didn’t seem to have any other injuries besides the large gauze on his forehead.

But the bluish gray in his eyes told me he was suppressing how tired he was.

Even his golden hair seemed to have lost its luster, lying dull and flat against his face, making my heart ache.

MC: Are you okay?

As soon as I asked the question, I sensed something was wrong.

The person who usually smiled at me and hugged me so many times in the past just stared at me, tilting his head with a confused look on his face.

-end of flashback-

My mind went blank for a long time until a hand was waving in front of my eyes and I came back to my senses.

Those curious eyes were so clear with no signs of teasing in them.

Lots of amnesia scenes from TV dramas and books flashed through my mind and I felt a chill settle in my heart.

MC: I’m going to get the doctor to take another look at you!

Kiro: No, wait.

He quickly grabbed my wrist.

Kiro: I’ve already been checked and I’m fine. And…I don’t want to see any more doctors.

There was a hint of pleading in his eyes that made my heart skip a beat and softened.

Kiro: You know me, don’t you? Stay and chat with me.

He led me to the hospital bed and sat down. My throat felt dry as I opened my mouth to speak.

MC: You…really don’t remember me?

He came closer and looked at me carefully.

Kiro: I feel as though you’re very familiar, like I know you from somewhere…as if we’re acquaintances.

Kiro: And you were the first to come see me so I’m guessing you must be…

[Part 2]

He dragged out those words and when he met my gaze, his eyebrows perked up, full of smiles.

Kiro: My fiancé?

My face suddenly burned but seeing the slyness in his eyes, I vaguely felt something was off.

If something terrible did happen to Kiro, why didn’t Savin tell me over the phone?

That can’t be right.

Thinking of this, I squinted my eyes, lowered my head and put on a sad face.

MC: Actually, I’m…no longer your girlfriend.

Kiro: How, how can that be! We’re…

He was clearly taken aback but halfway through his words, he stopped talking after thinking of something then looked at me with sad puppy eyes.

I knew it!

I desperately tried to suppress my smile and sighed.

MC: We…have been seeing each other except you’re at the height of your career and your company has always been against us being together.

MC: It’s alright. You’ve already sacrificed so much for me…

Kiro’s frozen expression became a little flustered.

Kiro: What did I sacrifice!

MC: It’s not important anymore. Besides, you don’t even remember…

Seeing how “serious” I was, he rolled his eyes dejectedly and finally pointed to his own face.

Kiro: Why don’t you give me a kiss? Then, maybe I might be able to remember something!

MC: [not amused] …

Hearing his blatant “request”, I was about to reach out and pinch his ear. As soon as he looked up, the white gauze came into my view again.

My heart constricted. In the end, I gently held his cheek and gave those soft lips a light peck.

Just when I was about to pull away, an arm wrapped around my waist—

A familiar breath skillfully invaded mine, turning the mere brush of lips into a lingering kiss.

When our lips parted, he nuzzled my head in content.

Kiro: The energy has accumulated and my memory has been successfully restored.

Kiro: But…MC is being so stingy and still thinks she can leave me.

MC: Who’s fault is it exactly to pretend to have amnesia and scare me half to death?

Kiro: Don’t be mad. I was just doing a bit of…roleplaying. I didn’t expect you to figure it out so soon.

MC: Naturally, I’m the most familiar with Kiro’s little roleplaying act.

I pulled him to the side of the hospital bed and gently stroked the side of his face with my fingertips.

MC: How on earth did you fall down the stairs?

Kiro: I was writing songs all night in the recording studio. As I was coming down the stairs, I yawned and felt lightheaded…

He laid his head on my shoulder as he played with my hair with one hand while muttering aggrievedly.

Kiro: It must have been scary. I didn’t expect Savin to ask me to stay in the hospital for observation and to call you…

MC: It’s because you’re not paying much attention to your body.

MC: Don’t be too hard on yourself. Didn’t your new album win an award? I didn’t even have the chance to congratulate you!

Kiro: Hehe, thanks Miss Chips.

Kiro: …So, what do you think about the new album?

MC: It’s very nice! Especially the song “Midsummer Passion”. I have it playing on loop all day.

Kiro: Really?

His eyebrows furrowed as he smiled but I could tell it wasn’t his usual megawatt smile.

MC: Of course! But your new album just released so why are you writing songs again?

There was a hint of sadness in his blue eyes, but before I could take a closer look, it disappeared.

Kiro: Because I want to bring more amazing works to the soda pops (aka his fans).

He happily shared his accomplishments with me as if what I saw just now was my imagination.

After such a long day, I repeatedly told him to take it easy today and left the ward.

I kept feeling that Kiro was hiding something from me. With this doubt in mind, I dialed Savin’s number.

After hounding him for answers, Savin finally told me what was going on.

Savin: In fact, not too long ago, some people on the Internet were spreading rumors about Kiro’s award-winning new album.

Savin: They were saying the album was mediocre, that he has exhausted all his talents, and only won the award due to his popularity alone.

MC: That’s nonsense!

Savin: Although preference is based on personal opinion, there are still some fans who have been brought into the discussion. Not only do they feel that Kiro’s new songs lack feeling but they’re agreeing with the rumors.

Savin: And that’s why recently he’s been locking himself up every day writing songs and sometimes he wouldn’t even eat.

Savin: You know how he is once his mind is made up. No one can stop him. So I was hoping you can find a way to help him.

Thinking of Kiro’s forced smile from before, a plan quietly sprouts in my heart.

MC: No problem. Leave it to me.

[Part 3]

In the dimly lit underground parking lot, I lowered the brim of my hat and stared at the gate waiting for Kiro to exit the press conference.

A golden head appeared at the door. Kiro skillfully sat in the back seat , taking off his hat and mask, looking a bit weary.

Kiro: The studio.

I straightened by sunglasses and started the car without saying a word—

“Operation: Kidnap Kiro” has officially commenced.

The car drove steadily over an overpass. I glanced in the rearview mirror and found that Kiro who had his eyes closed suddenly open them.

Kiro: Driver, are you in a bad mood today? Why are you driving so fast?

MC: There’s no traffic so it’s okay to speed.

I lowered my voice an octave. He yawned and lazily looked out the window.

Kiro: But you’re going the wrong way.

MC: Your agent has arranged other itineraries for you. Why don’t you check with him?

Kiro: Huh? Savin didn’t mention this to me.

I slowly felt a weight on the backrest behind me as his voice drew nearer to my ear.

Kiro: I heard that the driver who came to pick me up was a burly man with arms as big as my calves.

Kiro: You don’t fit that description.

MC: …

Hearing his thoughtful analysis, I giggled.

MC: It’s too late now. The door’s locked so please do cooperate with me.

Kiro sucked in a sharp breath.

Kiro: [overly dramatic gasp] As long as you don’t hurt me, I’ll do whatever you want.

Kiro: Whether it’s chocolate-covered nuts or charcoal-grilled chips…I can give you all of my private possessions.

The heat on my face left a burning trail as I met his twinkling eyes in the rearview mirror.

MC: Is my acting that bad?

Kiro: It’s still the same but I’m the one most familiar with MC’s bag of tricks.

Kiro: No wonder Savin was being so mysterious today. There really is a “conspiracy”.

MC: Savin said that your schedule is free after finishing the press conference and to let me take you somewhere to relax.

MC: So—you can’t escape.

Kiro didn’t say anything for a while. The slight hesitation in his eyes reflected in the rearview mirror vanished. When he met my gaze, he was full of smiles.

Kiro: Why would I want to escape?

Kiro: I’ll gladly fall into your trap.

Soon we arrived at our destination—Starry Seaside Park.

A variety show was filmed here yesterday and I managed to reserve the venue for an extra day to hold a celebration party.

The people gathered here were close-knit friends of Kiro so he doesn’t need to feel too restrained.

After changing my clothes, I found Kiro standing by the pool, holding an inflatable ring. A handful of fine sunlight shone onto his blonde hair, shining brightly.

MC: There’s going to be a water roller competition in a short while. The team who comes in first will win the mystery prize.

Seeing Kiro’s eyes light up with interest, I pumped myself up.

MC: We’re here—

I stretched out my hand and he took it saying.

Kiro: To claim first place.

A lifeguard was already on standby and more than a dozen inflatable rollers were floating on the water’s surface.

As soon as the whistle blew, we began to push hard against the inner wall of the drum. The drum quickly found its own rhythm and rolled steadily forward.

However, maneuvering it was more difficult than I thought and it wasn’t long until I was starting to feel out of breath.

My skin was sticking to the plastic heated by the sun making it stuffy and hot as my hair stuck to my face with sweat.

Seeing the other players gradually overtake us, I became worried.

Kiro: MC, relax. Find your balance.

Kiro’s voice was slightly out of breath and at the same time, a song began playing in the background of the park.

The lively and upbeat tune was the song from his award-winning new album- “Midsummer Passion”.

Feeling the beat of the drum in my heart, I adjusted my breathing and made a fighting gesture to Kiro.

MC: Come on, this song is my secret weapon to victory these past days!

What I received was a smile brighter than the sun.

Kiro: That’s all I need to hear.

Putting pedal to the metal, we found our rhythm again.

The melodious song drove the atmosphere of the audience to an intense climax and I could even hear many voices cheering us on from all sides.

Kiro also seemed to be infected. His eyes shone like stars and the water droplets hanging from the ends of his eyelashes sparkled in the sunlight.

Not far away from us was a water slide before the finish line.

Listening to the sound of the water rushing fast, I nervously held onto Kiro’s hand.

MC: What if we don’t make it…

Kiro: Don’t be afraid. In the final sprint, I will take care of Miss Chips’ safety!

The roller undulated on the water and we were finally close to first place.

Kiro: MC, are you ready?

MC: Absolutely.

He gave me a charming smile.

Kiro: 3, 2, 1- here we go!

He kicked hard and the drum suddenly accelerated and flew down the slide. The brief feeling of weightlessness made me gasp.

An embrace hotter than the summer heat held me to his chest as Kiro immediately adjusted his pace and stabilized the roller.

The sound of waves crashing and people cheering gradually faded away. Only the sound of our hearts beating were left in this small space.

There was a forceful push and the roller crossed the finish line, hitting the protective net.

Kiro: We’re number one!

He looked down at me. Warm, crystal sweat fell from his eyelashes and landed on the tip of my nose, igniting something in my heart.

Our staggered and rapid breaths steamed up with heat, arousing every nerve of my skin—

Kiro: What’s my prize?

[Part 4]

After the roller races, water battles, and beach baths were over, I changed into some dry clothes and went to the small private pool I had reserved in advance.

Kiro had also changed into some casual clothes and was relaxing on the big inflatable ring, merging into the unique landscape of little yellow rubber ducks floating around.

His soaked bangs blocked his eyes so he casually slicked them back.

The blue sky made his azure blue orbs even more clear.

I didn’t know if it was because of all the fun he had just now but he seemed to have more a lot more energy than before.

A rubber duck bumped against the inflatable ring and Kiro picked it up.

Kiro: [cute, adorable voice] Hi~ How do you do~

He pinched its fat belly and made a grunting noise in response.

Kiro: It looks like you’re also here on vacation to get away~

MC: Pfft—

Hearing me snicker, he squinted his eyebrows in pleasure and paddled with his hands towards the shore where I was.

Kiro: Why don’t you join us too, MC?

MC: I’d love to but you can invite your new “friends” to join us for the next event.

I took out the guitar hidden near the pool. Under his surprised look, I sat on the bank and cleared myn throat.

MC: Welcome to MC’s exclusive summer concert.

Inhaling deeply, “Midsummer Passion” floated out from my fingertips.

Although I practiced many times at home, I was still nervous and ended up playing a few wrong notes under Kiro’s attentive gaze.

But he just listened closely, entranced.

When the final note was played, I slowly released the breath I’ve been holding.

MC: Thank you to the person who wrote this song and bringing me the most wonderful summer throbbing.

Kiro climbed out of the water and sat beside me.

Kiro: Can the concert have small guest segment?

Kiro: I also have a song I want to play for you.

Taking the guitar from me, his slender fingers skillfully plucked the strings and the smooth notes blended into a pleasing melody.

However, as I watched Kiro play, I felt a certain uneasiness I couldn’t explain.

After the song was over, he looked up at me.

Kiro: This is a demo I wrote at home recently. What do you think?

MC: It’s lovely. The melody of the chorus is brilliant and better than just some ordinary pop song. It’s more memorable except…

I hesitated and asked what was on my mind.

MC: Is this the actual song you wanted to write?

He was stunned then lowered his head and smiled bitterly.

Kiro: I really can’t hide anything from you.

MC: Although I’m not a professional musician, I do listen to your songs every day.

MC: I felt that this song just now was missing a bit of Kiro’s soul. A little restless like…

MC: You were in a hurry but wanted to prove something at the same time.

He fiddled with the strings on the guitar and after a while, he said in a low voice.

Kiro: You heard what Savin said…

He closed his eyes like he was being covered by a heavy rain cloud.

Kiro: I know a song can’t be liked by everyone so I should just try to be myself.

Kiro: Only this time, many fans, like me, also feel that the new song is subpar…does this mean that I’m not as good as I used to be?

Kiro: That’s why the next song has to be better than this one.

Kiro: Over and over again, I feel it’s still not good enough…

Kiro: I know I’m lost and I should stop and think more calmly but…

There was some doubt and a bit of loneliness in his eyes.

For creators, the sense of accomplishment is an overly comprehensive sentiment. That feeling to share with the audience, to be seen and recognized.

It will pay tribute to those who keep trying but it will also crush them.

Those mixed voices are like a loud, disorderly undercurrent, threatening to overwhelm him.

Kiro’s fingers have become a little cold and I saw the slight line quivering at the corner of his mouth. I jumped into the pool and stretched out my hand to him.

MC: Kiro, hold your breath.

He looked at me, confused, but did as I said.

Seeing his surprised look, I dragged him into the pool and with a splash, we sunk together underwater.

The water completely drowned out the noise of the outside world. Kiro and I opened our eyes and stared at each other quietly.

The world was dim and silent and only the two of us were left.

When we came back to the surface, our clothes were soaked through to the core.

MC: Did you feel some of your troubles being washed away by the water?

He closed his eyes and placed my palm against his face, as if trying to draw some kind of power from me.

Kiro: I want….to do it again.

Before I could stop him, he took a deep breath and dove into the water.

Fragmented light shimmered like ripples on the water’s surface.

Time passed by but he never resurfaced.

I became a little worried and took a deep breath.

In front of me, I saw Kiro’s body stretched out like he had fallen to the bottom of the water. He frowned and closed his eyes.

Waves from the water refracted the sky, creating layers of light patterns around him.

Like a pair of gentle hands, caressing him delicately, brushing away those disturbing thoughts from his body.

Maybe because of the lack of oxygen, his face looked a little miserable like he was about to be crushed at any moment.

I couldn’t help reaching out to him—when I touched his fingertips, I was forcefully met with a pair of blue eyes that almost blended with the water.

At that moment, the shredded spots of light kept flowing and the furrow between his eyes suddenly loosened.

Our bodies floated along with the waves as we slowly merged into a vast ocean.

His kiss was soft. In the stillness and suffocation, it was like a small world had been opened.

The exchange of breaths made my heart beat more and more intensely and in this closed space, everything was set free.

When we broke the surface, I clung weakly onto his shoulders, breathing heavily.

Kiro held my waist with one arm and gently caressed my back with his other hand.

Kiro: I don’t know why but I always knew you would come.

After a long time, his slightly hoarse voice came from the side of my ear.

Kiro: When I was underwater just then, I had that same feeling like I was in the studio.

Kiro: There were muffled noises all around like I was left alone in the world.

His cool thumb trailed from the tip of my brow to the corner of my lips, carefully tracing every part of my face.

Kiro: I was even wondering if it would be better if I stopped struggling to find oxygen and just let myself be swept away by the current. How pathetic.

I tightened my arms around his waist, bringing our bodies closer together.

The heat from our skin penetrated through our cold, wet clothes and travelled to every inch of our blood vessels.

Kiro: Then you appeared.

Kiro: When I saw you, I realized…*sigh* I seem to be able to breathe again.

He took a deep breath and pressed his cold forehead lightly against mine.

Kiro: Without you, I’d probably be swept away by the current, not knowing where I’d end up.

Kiro: MC, you’re like…another kind of oxygen for me. ***My God, my heart!!!🥺***

I cradled his face and tenderly brushed away the hair from his face.

MC: I can’t do much for your creation but I know how Kiro is like.

MC: I also know what his work is like.

MC: Kiro will never become water. He is the one and only one who decides where the water will flow.

MC: Whenever you can’t see yourself, I can see you better than anyone else, so—

MC: Believe in the song you wrote. The courage and strength it brings are not only for others but also for yourself. ***YES, YOU TELL HIM, MC!!!***

Kiro leaned his head against my shoulder and chuckled lightly.

Kiro: It seems I have to start the new song from scratch again.

Although he said this, there was no frustration in his voice. Instead, it was full of fighting spirit and anticipation.

I threaded my fingers through his velvety, soft blonde hair and slowly followed the trail of water downwards.

My fingertips lightly brushed the nape of his neck until they finally stopped at his lower jaw as he let the strength of my fingers gently lift his head.

MC: Does it still feel like you’re underwater?

His hot breath slowly came closer, mingling between our lips and melting into a murmur.

Kiro: I have enough oxygen now.

Kiro: [whisper] But I want a little more. ***His dates constantly end this way too 😣😣😣***

-End-

[aisy15-chan]

Tell me more about your tntduo Danny Phantom au!!

I haven't actually watched it but I'm genuinely curios cause I love your art about it <3

Oh- I'll give you everything about this AU!! I have how many ideas and plots!! But I really remind you all that if you want to watch Danny Phantom, I don't recommend reading discussion about AU is because it will contain spoilers about the series as well as a bit of the latest comic Danny Phantom, which was just released 2 weeks ago!!

If you ask "wait you can make fanfic?!" Well I can but I'm not sure I can execute the story well :( !!! I mostly just conceptualize AU just for fun so if you want to use this idea i allow you- just credit me please.

Plot idea simply:

yo Wilbur is only 16 years old and he is half dead from an accident in the ghost portal. trying to feel alive in a half-ghost state, becoming an impromptu super hero, trying to adjust to the life of ghosts & humans- having internal conflicts with his parents who are hunting for his ghost side as well as conflicts with his younger brother Tommy. Everthing passed then Quackity appeared in his life. Q who is annoyed at her because he & his 'dragon' destroyed his love life & tried to kill Wilbur ghost side, one day they are then forced together in a school project and then learn about each other and start to get close (on the human side only) time passes and Quackity still hunting for Wilbur, a bored Wilbur offers something to Q "How do we become Psycho competitive rivals??? Instead of hunting me how do we fight who can catch and beat more ghosts!" and Q are hesitant at first but he accepts it- they develop more maybe they turn into boyfriend :³???

Fine let me explain. Danny & Wilbur have a lot in common.

Been a sim: ✓ Ever died: ✓ Have a 'twin': ✓ Emotional support sibling: ✓ Have rivals + love interested: ✓ Explode something & lose everything: ✓ Thought to be a bad person but actually depressed: ✓

C!Wilbur & Danny experience the butterfly effect and their lives are inversely proportional because of that, Wilbur loses everything just by losing the election while Danny loses everything by cheating on the C.A.T exam & ends in a bang.

Danny: VLAD! please get rid of the MY ghost side! They must agree too!!

Wilbur: PHIL! kill me! Kill me! They will definitely agree!!

(I kinda forgot how the dialogue was sorry)

Well in the end Wilbur & human side Danny died. Leaving their ghost side… Then they came back to life.

I'm not sure whether to make Dan/Dark Danny in this AU?? It will be a heavy & complex plot, if you don't know Dan is a fusion of ghost Danny & Vlad also the 'evil' & depressed version… In his timeline he destroys the whole world and tries to kill Valerie for getting in his way btw- so in the latest comic he is back and at the end becomes an emo teenager in Danny's clone body that Vlad made.

Let talking about Quackity!!

Quackity plays as Valerie in this AU!!! In the original version, Valerie's life was destroyed by Danny & Cujo (ghost dog) who messed up where Valerie's father worked so that her father was fired and sold their house easily, causing Valerie to hate ghosts, especially Danny & Cujo, got ghost hunting equipment from Vlad Master Valerie became a ghost hunter and exterminated them also tried to kill Danny's ghost side but over time their relationship grew more complex over time especially in the season 2 especially, they even had a date!! It's canon!! But unfortunately they also broke up in the same episode… And since then Valerie was forgotten and only appeared in 3 episodes in the third season…

Quackity's story will be a bit different from Valerie to than the ghost dog what about the ghost dragon?! Well the canon dragon in Danny Phantom with the Amulet of Aragon ghost/human can turn into a ghost dragon when angry or strong emotions— I thought it was great how can include Qsmp, its members & the dragon eggs in this AU ahaha ^^

So the story goes:

Quackity was so happy to be able to ask his boyfriend to go date (I have no idea who) they really love the date but Wilbur & the 'dragon' completely destroy their dating in restaurant, Q has a big fight with his boyfriend and they end up breaking up on the restaurant in middle of all people. Quackity experienced severe stress and started to hate ghosts then someone gave him a gift, a ghost hunting tool. Quackity started his career as a ghost hunter-

Someone: *addresses ElQuckity as Ellie* Me: *remembers what the phandom call Dani as Ellie too, the clone theory oh Dani is a Danny clone too wait…* SHET THIS GENIUS!!! GREAT IDEA EVER!!!

THE IDEA: TECHO AS WILBUR CLONE AND ELQUCKITY AS QUACKITY CLONE!! THAT'S THE COOLEST IDEA SHETT THOUGHT OF EVER!!!

That all i can think- feel free to ask to my ask box hehehe ^^👍

[jjtheclown555]

Mother Dearest Pt.3

Pt. 1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

tw. strange and unusual punishments?? lmk if i missed anything but this is a light chapter

content. haitani brothers mother raises them after they are released from prison

pairings. none, just a mother raising her boys

word count. 1.6k words

a/n. ik its been like half a year but the bitch is back😭not my best work but still a fun read if say

As Rindou goes through excuse after excuse, I remember a certain place near where we promised to meet Izana, a place that might just convince her to let us go. I take a deep breath to focus myself enough to begin my acting. I’m so sorry, Rindou. “Look, mom, he wanted to get a waxing and so I told him the salon I go to has great reviews for it,” Rindou glares at me, like he wants to rip my arm out of my socket like he would with whoever we fight. I continue explaining, “He was embarrassed to tell you because he thought it was ‘girly,’ so he tried to find an excuse.” I feel a little guilty for embarrassing him but the sight of him fuming with rage, trying so hard not to show it is so amusing that not laughing takes every bit of willpower in me.

When mom bursts out laughing, I know we might be in the clear. When she laughs it either means it was so stupid it was believable or that we must be stupid to think she’d believe us. I pray for the former. I pray to whatever god exists that she doesn’t call my bluff. “Rin, baby, don’t assume I’d ever judge you for what you're interested in!” I finally breathe properly, exhaling the air I didn’t even realize was caught in my throat. Rindou seems to ease the humiliation he has felt, I’m almost upset I don’t get to see that pissed-off face anymore. Mom starts the car, pulling out of the driveway as I smile in victory.

She starts taking us to the salon, humming along to the music for a few moments before asking, “So, boys,” She pauses as she turns onto another road, “I’ve been looking to get my hair done recently, you wouldn’t mind if I came in with you, right?” I curse the world, god, the universe, or whatever higher power decided to make it so even with my plan, I still couldn’t get her. I think of a way to get out of this, to work around this mess. “So?”

I think fast, conjuring up any kind of way to be away from her. I fly through thousands of possibilities in a matter of seconds, promptly blurting out, “That’d be fine right, Rin?” He nods, screaming at the thought of actually having to get himself waxed. “Sounds good, I was planning on getting something done but my favourite stylist is all booked so I can just wait in the car until you two are done.” Rindou grimaces, a slight smile pulling through when mom looks at him. She looks excited, Rin less so and I smile when I’m confident that—at Rindou’s expense—I can actually go where I need to. He looks less than happy with me but I couldn’t care less. He should be grateful that at least one of us can meet with Izana.

She talks about what she’s getting done, she’s talking about highlights and maybe a haircut as I message Izana that I’m coming but Rindou can’t. He asks why and I insist on explaining when I get there. I wait in the car, talking to mom and Rindou. She does most of the talking. I love when mom rambles. She could make watching paint dry interesting, always telling stories and making jokes like it’s second nature to her. She stops the car in the parking lot, getting out with Rindou and telling me to wait until they’re done. So, I wait. I wait until I see them get settled. Once I see a stylist attend to mom and Rin look back at me like he’s going to break my neck when this is all over, I leave the car and walk to the bridge above the train tracks where they wanted to meet me.

I sneak under the bridge through the hole in the fence, marvelling at the graffiti covering it as I inhale what smells like a combination of smoke, dirt, and weed. I see Izana and Kakucho, I smile as they question why Rindou didn’t come. “Our mother,” I start, sitting next to one of the support beams, “I had to make up an excuse to leave but then she insisted on going in with Rindou so only I could come. I’ll let him know whatever you say here, though.” I smile, it’s insincere, but I know it makes me come off as a good follower and at this point, that attitude benefits me.

They go on about Izana’s plans. He intends on going after Toman, Mikey in particular. I pay attention, I don’t particularly like Toman so crushing them works for me. I don’t really care about their motives either, whatever reason Izana has to hate Mikey or why Kakucho is so loyal. I genuinely don’t care but this fight will benefit me, and as much as I admire their strength, I don’t know them enough to give a shit. Maybe that’ll change, but I don’t see that happening.

“If that’s all then I’ll go now,” I say, heading back up to the bridge as they follow behind. Once we get back up, we say our goodbyes, ready to part ways when I hear someone scream my name. Well, Fuck me. I see mom driving over, getting out of the car and running over as Rindou saunters behind, head down in shame. “The fuck is this, Ran?” She questions, Izana and Kakucho backing away as I try to speak. “You two, stay here. And I don’t want to hear any lip outta you, Ran, so unless it’s an explanation then zip it.” She’s firm, and we cooperate. I told them a bit about my mom while we were detained together so they know she won’t do shit unless they try something first. She smiles, taking a few deep breaths before saying, “Get in the car, I’ll take you boys home.” They look hesitant but I tell them to just listen and do it so they avoid trouble.

We all get in the car. Me trying to get the back seat when mom orders me next to her. It makes sense knowing her, I’m in the deepest shit here. I sit quietly but she hums to the song on the radio through gritted teeth. She asks where she’s taking Izana and Kakucho, driving in their direction first. I can already tell I’m in for a long lecture when we’re home. “So, how’d you know, mom?” She laughs, insisting it was obvious from the beginning and she was interested in humouring the lie. “But, how’d you get Rin to talk?” I can see her roll her eyes in the mirror, subtly reminding me of every little thing she’s gotten Rindou to fess up to.

“So, why did Ran leave the car?”

Rindou sits shocked as a younger lady lathers his leg up with hot wax. He starts thinking that Ran humiliating him and forcing him to go through this pain will be useless. He looks over at her and she smiles. He knows that smile. The smile that spreads across her face when she knows she’s won. He only has one shot, it has to be fast and it has to make sense. “He probably just went to the coffee shop across the street, or ran away ‘cause he knows I’ll kill him for telling you.” Mom chuckles as Rindou prays she doesn’t call his bluff. She keeps looking out the window, watching Ran walk right past the coffee shop and over to the highway.

Rindou takes a deep breath, bracing for impact. He can feel the wax strips placed along his legs. He’s on the verge of fessing up when mom says, “Rip as hard as you can, hun, he’ll be all good.” He tries to muffle his scream before Rindou blurts out, “He went to meet with some people about an upcoming fight, now can we get this over with-” Mom nods, letting poor Rindou get through it as fast as possible, stopping part way through and waiting for moms highlights to be done.

“I didn’t wanna tell her but she tortured me,’ Rindou said, staring out the window. Mom grins from ear to ear, dropping off Izana and Kakucho at some apartment building. I’m confident it’s not where they’re staying but honestly, it’s better for them that our mother doesn’t know where they live. They get out of the car, muttering thank you’s for bringing them home.

Mom stops them before they can close the door. She gives them a look, one that means she’s upset but still cares. Her brows furrow, a half-hearted smile creeps on her face as a sigh escapes her lips. “I know I’m not your momma, but you boys try to stay outta trouble, alright?” They both nod, closing the car door and walking off. She starts the car, driving Rindou and I home. The moment she starts moving, her smile drops and she makes a quick turn to look at each of us. “You boys are in so much trouble when you get home.” Here we go, again.

[lemme-just-oops]

Angst time! How about the boys reaction that MC returned home to Mid Earthrim out of the sudden without goodbye?

Like just a morning day, Mc hasn't got up yet?? But they're not in their room

Alpheratz: He wakes up to vountless spams in the group chat. Mostly of Pollux and Arcturus calling your name or asking Spica if he sent you on a quest. He tells them to relax and not to be so anxious about you. You will be back soon, after all. But you don't. He watches as the days pass and the signs of your return minimize. Not knowing what happened, he actually teams up with Spica to come up with a reason you left without any words, just to calm the others. And the two of them try to find any answer to where you went.

Arcturus: He is the one who noticed your disappearance and came up with plausible reasons. Probably a secret mission, so he pays attention in class and prepares notes for you so you do not miss anything. When he notices that you will not return, he becomes gloomy. Mourning you as a dear friend, and in fact trying to tell himself that you are fine. If anything bad happened to you, there'd be an answer, right? Right? He is always anxious about this topic of you and he keeps going back to where you first met him. Hoping that maybe he would find an answer there. He never does.

Pollux: He is the first to say what everyone thinks. Something must have happened and they need to investigate. No one knows where to begin. At first they tell him to not cause such a fuzz, you probably miss home and need to time yourself to adjust and you will be back. And he wants to believe that for a moment. He really does, because he always wants your safety. If you were in danger, you'd just summon him, after all. Every day, he sends you messages, even when it has become clear that you will not return. "Good Morning! Arcturus and I baked cookies for a movie night! And Spica gave us some of his face masks. One of them says "chocolate", so I can't wait to taste it!" The next day you get an update on that event.

Sirius: His eyes and informations are everywhere, so he is the first to know of your decision to go back. He considered following you, making sure that you will always be able to return if you simply ask him. He has his ways, after all. But you made up your mind on where you want to be, and the choice to not tell anyone clearly shows that you do not wish to return. Though, he does wait for a portal again. Hoping that you changed your mind and return. It does hurt him to see everyone's reaction, and he would consider turning into you and replacing you, but as he does not have your magic powers, the plan would fall apart quickly. So, he stays the way he is. Acting like he knows nothing, so his friends do not become upset. He often considers telling them about it, but if he said even the smallest thing, they'd think he did something to hurt you.

Spica: He keeps a steady front. Telling everyone to calm fown and not make a fuss about it. Seeing that your dorm had no sign of intrusion, you probably went for a walk. But he would notice the little details that seem suspicious. You left your phone and keys. So he wonders if someone blackmailed you or threatened you. Knowing how quickly or loudly his friends would react, he only confines to Alpheratz about this. He hates teaming up with Alpheratz, but he is the only one to trust in this case.

Vega: He lost you once. Do you think he would be fine with it happening a second time? No. He very clearly is not. Missed school for nearly a month once your disappearance was discovered. He often tried calling you or trying you with his magic, but the trace always suddenly stopped. Whenever he thinks he found a trail to find you, he finds nothing. And the painful cries he releases over it with every time are enough to shake the world to its core.

[shobioo]

workspace love ✎ 010 || Abalones

He’s way too early.

Akaashi tapped his pen against the desk. His glasses slipped down his nose as he stared at the rough sketch outlines for Tenma’s new volume. Yet, that wasn't the point.

(Even though work came first…)

He was too early. Now, it wouldn't be a problem truly. Since he always arrives earlier than Tenma on occasion. Yet, now that there's a third party…that third party is you. It may be an inconvenience when you arrive. Then you would try to arrive earlier than the scheduled time and that would be wasting your time.

He's overthinking too, it's a habit he’s afraid will be a forever one. Here’s another thought, he already saw you today wouldn't it be indecent to see you again? He should've chosen a different time and day to meet and then, to have this meeting so suddenly is another thing-.

“Akaashi! You’re early?” Your question had a hint of surprise to it. Well, you both were. It had been a while till either of you should be there.

“Ms. Y/N, I could say the same thing.”

Well, in actuality you knew this place like the back of your hand seeing how your best friend owned the place. Taking a small glimpse of the building's sign which had read: ‘Onigiri Miya’ with a small rice ball as its logo.

“Please drop the formalities, it's killing me.” You sighed walking over to the small table and sitting down. Akaashi seemed to absently smile at your words, “Fine if you insist, Y/N.”

Maybe the formalities were saving me from absolute embarrassment.

Changing the subject you pointed to the door. “Well, ahem while we’re waiting for Tenma I can go buy us something – my treat! As thanks for this morning!”

Akaashi interjects, shaking his head. “I couldn’t make you do that, it isn’t like I was forced to take care of you.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want you to pay for me.” You insisted, watching Akaashi suddenly get up. Making you follow suit, he chuckled at your mannerisms. He opened up the door for you letting the soft chime of the bell alert the employee’s other customers have arrived. Sighing in contentment, you never got uninterested in the shop that Osamu was always very proud of. Your eyes even landed on the big shirt on display. Which was no doubt Atsumu Miya’s by the obvious last name printed and the number ‘13’ under it.

Keiji studied the menu from afar, slightly muttering to himself. “So, what are you feeling up to Y –.”

“Y/N?” A new familiar voice had appeared making you look in the direction of it.

Osamu stood behind the counter wiping his hands on his apron. “You didn’t say you were coming.” He paused, taking notice of Akaashi. “So this must be –“

“NO – I mean.” You choked out, okay it may seem like you don’t want these two to meet it’s exactly the opposite! But, knowing Osamu... He could just nonchalantly ramble about how Keiji made a way into the group chat's main discussion without even being a part of it! You may be shameless but your embarrassment will only go so far.

while Akaashi gave you a confused look before turning back to Osamu. “I’m sorry? Have you heard something about me that I should be aware of?” You shrink back once you feel Akaashi’s gaze on you. You give a semi-awkward life as you wave your hands at him, silently dismissing his gaze. “Actually I –”

You glare at Osamu shaking your head as he only stares blankly at you in return. Osamu sighed, dusting off his apron, before continuing. “Actually I haven't, you seemed like a familiar face, it was my mistake.” You felt the breath you were holding release as you cleared your throat. “But, besides that whole mishap, what can I get you two today?”

Akaashi hummed, studying the menu above Osamu’s head. “What about the abalone?” He asked. The mere mention of the seafood made you heave, suddenly Osamu cut in. “Y/N doesn't like abalones.”

Akaashi glanced at you. By the way his demeanor was you already felt as though he wanted your answer instead of Osamu’s. “You don’t eat abalones?”

Please don’t put me on the spot like this.

Your lips pressed in a thin line and you shake your head. “But! it's not like I won't eat it.” you won't eat it.

You’re pretty sure Akaashi knew that too. “Well, I won't force you to eat anything you wouldn't like. Here, go ahead and order anything you’d like. I'll pay for you.”

“Uh – well, when you put it like that let's see!” You chuckle your eyes scanning the menu, which makes Osamu sigh. “You’ve been here countless times, I already have your favorites memorized.” Osamu rolls up his sleeves disappearing into the back of the kitchen.

You crossed your arms huffing a bit. “Y/N I hope you don't mind me asking, but how exactly do you know him?” Akaashi seemed to bring you back from your silent curses directed at the man who disappeared.

“Oh, well. He’s my best friend but don’t mind him. I'm sure his brother screwed him over, that's why he's in a funk.” You wave off his behavior before humming. “Hey you know I could’ve eaten those abalones I’m no child!”

Akaashi smiled, shaking his head. “What? And make you force down something you don't like?” He was silent for a moment before chuckling. “You know I should after the events you pulled last night.”

“WA?! Don’t put it like that!” Keiji laughed at your reaction. “Y/N you’re one to talk you know.”

You laugh, shaking your head. Okay, now you’re recalling all of the out-of-hand comments you make daily with him. “Okay, okay fine. I’ll give you that but I didn’t expect you to rebuttal against me like this.”

“When I think about it, It’s pretty easy to tease you. You leave quite a lot of openings.” He explained. You rested your hand against your cheek humming. “Psh, you always act as if you hate me! I don’t know if you’re a dry texter or you just suck at texting!”

“Those are the same options, am I allowed to have another option?”

“Nope! Hey, wasn't Tenma supposed to come here too?”

✎ MAIN II PREVIOUS I NEXT

|| 🦋 notes ||

When I tell you I didn’t want to post this chapter, i dunno I was worried it wasn’t good recently I’ve been feeling a bit of loss in motivation BUT THE GRIND NEVER STOPS 🗣🗣

If it isn’t noticeable I changed my writing style a bit 💪🏽😭 (and took Nomi’s temp on putting the main, previous, and next at the bottom that way you won’t have to scroll up)

Akaashi and Osamu … suspicious …

THE HELL TENMA @ 😭⁉️

TAGLIST IN REBLOGS <3

[mistertf2xreaderfluffballcake]

Hi!

Headpat anon here,

Part 3 of

If the merc's S/O asks the merc to adopt a stray animal like a cat or dog that's found on the streets.

P.S. : uhhh.. you can actually pick any animal (if you want). (-_- ')ゞ

Here some ✨noice day magic✨

(∩^o^)⊃━☆✨✨✨

Wala

Oh no I forgot!!! I am sorry here it is!! Here is the long waited writing. Again I am so sorry. Thank you for the ✨noice day magic✨ 　✨✨✨ヾ( ^ω^ ＊) (I caught it yey :D ) This is long by the way.

Sniper

You found it while heading to the sniper's van. You heard some sounds and ruffles from a bush. You pushed the bush and...it was a puppy? It looked like it was stuck on a vine or something. You tried to untangle it but GRRRrrrrr oh sorry little pup just wanna help! You quickly untangled it.

You thought it was going to run off but its leg was really injured. oh. You slowly reached the puppy. The first touch the puppy bite you but you still stayed calm. The second touch and it calmed down.

You soon picked it up and ran to sniper for some help you were pretty near him. SNIPER!! what is it love are you in danger!! Nono just look. *shows injured puppy* Oh. I got something that could help it in the back come in!

You both treated the puppy and soon the puppy slept on the floor from exhaustion. *pat pat* I hope it is okay... Yeah. I think it's fine now. We already treated the injury now it needs to rest and heal.

For the next few weeks, you treated it. Nobody knew it was in sniper's van and only you and sniper go in there so.

The puppy was really gentle towards you...and was good at hunting and had good eye vision. Sniper taught it a few tricks. (idk what kind.)

Sniper and the puppy grew close. They always went hunting or just exploring in general. You also like the puppy a lot! It was so cute when you gave it head pats. (someone is jealous~) lol.

You both decided to keep it. Let`s keep em. yeah! It was a guard dog. It always alerted you guys when something was wrong and even helped sniper in some hunting situations! Overall the dog is a very good boy.

Medic (I am very sorry it is a bird it just needs to, this one is very different) Anf yes I know it is confusing pls just don't talk about it.

........bird. You both were walking around the base and saw an injured little finch. It was a fluffy little bird. One of its wings was injured! Medic look! hmm? *GASP*

You both quickly treated the tiny finch. It was badly injured on its left wing. Medic treated it well. He knew quite about birds.

You both cared for the little one. Even medics dove even comforted it! But there was a problem. it had trouble flying...

Hmm, what should we do medic it cant fly meaning it can't go back into nature safely! I don't know love...This might be tricky to teach this little one how to fly but we MUST try!

So for that week you, medic, and Archimedes helped it learn to fly. Eventually...

Another unsuccessful flying but it getting better but...I am worried medic that little one needs to.... *chirp chirp* *GASP* IT WAS FLYING. YES YES FLY LITTLE ONE FLY! You both jumped in joy it was flying it was flying!!!!

Soon it was the day to release it to nature it was ready to join back. And be back with its friends.

Ready medic? yes. You opened your hand and the little finch opened its wings and flew off. You both followed it. Soon the finch found its friends. Awww, look medic there back together now. Yes indeed. It was beautiful scenery. :)

Spy

You were walking around the base just looking for a notebook you dropped. Where did I drop that thin- Oh I found it! meow~ Huh? You soon found a white fluffy cat and its leg was stuck on a rock. oh no! You quickly picked up the rock and freed the cat. But you noticed something the leg was still bleeding and hurt. They most likely have been there for a while I should go take care of it!! First I need to go get some medical kit... hmm oh I remember spy has one!! (spy's room was the nearest and you didn't want to get caught so...)

*knock knock* Oh, bonjour mon amour. What do yo- Shh spy I have an injured cat right now...Do you have a medical kit I can use to treat the cat? Oh. um...yeah I got a kit in the back come in.

After treating the cat, you then explained what happened. hmm, I understand. What are you gonna do with the cat then? um about that...I just cant release this fluffball back into nature with a broken/injured leg...umm can we keep it for a while. *after some silence* *sigh* 3 days. YEY! Three days. okok I get it (spoiler it was not 3 days) (he really couldt say no to you ok?)

During the three days, you both made had quite the experience. Unlike the other cats, the cat was really sassy and elegant. AND was adorable as fuck. Spy kept on smiling when he was the cat and you taking a nap together on his couch. while you cutely slept and the cat purring. It was so cute honestly.

Another memory is when he saw the cat elegantly sit on your lap while you sip some tea. That sight was the definition of elegance

Honestly, the cat was a really good cat. SO..... Um, spy. yes? Can we keep the cat for more than three days... How long then hmm? (spy trying to act like a cool dude moment) like Forever. hehe you know the cat was not as bad as I thought, yes we may keep it. YEY!! :D

The cat is often seen on either your or spy's lap just there elegantly. (*‘ω‘ *)

So yep here it is hope you enjoyed~ it! Now, wait everybody! Here is a magic trick. *says random magic spell* TADAA!! ~(=^･ω･^) yep it's a little chonky cat and the cat to say pls pet them. Pls, give head pats them. Anyway bye~! *pat pat pat pat* (why do I say the most random shit ever in the end lol...)

[golbrocklovely]

Ngl, something about Katrina writing BS and it’s timing feels so wrong to me.

Like. Sam by it’s time was by Colby’s side and helping him with Cancer. It must have been very difficult and terrifying time for him, because he had no idea back then if Colby is gonna beat it or not.. and we all know what Cancer can do to humans.

Ofc we don’t know the full story, I know that and don’t need to be reminded. But I feel like Kat could let go writing song about him and putting him in kinda bad light , making him bad guy, especially that the timing where their relationship was about the time the song is about is when Colby was fighting cancer

I love Katrina… but this song feels soo wrong on many levels ( even though its so good)

i get why you feel that way, but date wise this isn't exactly true.

kat didn't mention bs until june 26, almost an entire month after sam and her announced they broke up (which had been two months before that when they actually broke up). and a week prior to that, colby had just finished chemo which is why they waited that long to announce that they had broken up. by july 2, give or take, colby knew he was cancer free. he actually knew before that, but was getting second opinions from other doctors bc he didn't want to go for another round of chemo like one of his doctors was suggesting. by july 9, he released his video, and july 14 is when kat released bs.

so… in reality, she didn't really release it when colby was in the middle of his treatment. he had already finished chemo, and was just waiting to make sure his numbers were all good. so sam wasn't taking care of colby at this point. he was probably still worried about him, of course, but he wasn't taking care of him like he was during colby's chemo treatment.

i'm not saying all of this to be rude, i'm just saying that while that time period may have felt like it was all too close together and thus too soon for her to release it, it kinda wasn't. you can still feel the way you feel, i'm not gonna argue with that. i'm more just saying that everything was kinda spaced out enough that she wasn't shitting on sam when he was taking care of colby.

and if you don't agree with me on this, that's fine, but i don't think the song was all that mean towards him. stupid boy was much worse. all she said in bs was that she was surprised that things ended and that he didn't keep his promises. that's not that awful in the grand scheme of things. but that's just how i feel.

could she have waited a bit longer to put out bs? sure, i guess. but will there ever be a good time to release a song saying your ex wasn't the best lol

[austenmarie]

just say you fucking hate poor people and move on cunt

How dare I, a professional long time freelance artist, show that clip studio is actually making subbing OPTIONAL and making it so you can just stick with the version you have for free, so people don't have to spend money. Like I get your vibe must be being nasty and hide behind anon, and it must be exhausting having to take everyone at the absolute worst bad faith angle, but at least go through the bare minimum steps to comprehend what you're trying to be mad at before you embarrass yourself in my inbox??? Babes!! You know I gotta reply to anon publicly right? I mean I'm also assuming its you who called me a bootlicker (in a separate ask?? You're so mad??) which is also hilarious cause... again, complete lack of comprehension but that's on you babes Anyway, while I have people here, I also wanted to point out that a lot of the past updates for clip, which would fall under similar vibes (educated guess) of the 2.1/2.2 etc that will all be behind the battlepass DLC (until the next full version releases with them all) will PROBABLY be tools that the average person has no need for. Besides liquify (which rules) I don't see a LOT of the updates being handy for 99% of artists who are outside of the full time webtoon/webcomic making and who use Clip full time. like one of the updates was to view your webtoon as a preview on a phone which is handy but also if i had the choice to, even as a professional, i wouldn't sub and would wait. Oh also, one was like 'better shadows on 3d models' which again, I don't even know a lot of professionals who use the shadows on the models either. IMO would be a waste for a lot of artists and this way you can at least SEE what is going on and make an educated purchase if you want to. ANYWAY- if you have Clip now, hell yea, it whips ass and is extremely cheap for desktop if you can get it for a sale, but RIP the fellow artists already on that ipad sub. At least for me it has paid for itself every year, but I'm also on EX and the price is definitely steep and not recommended for the hobby artist. If you're not making any money right now off your art, which is totally fine, I wouldn't recommend doing any kind of sub and just vibe with the very free options for desktop, or if you did get an ipad maybe procreate since its $10. But it would also be 27.7(and some change) YEARS before the EX yearly sub price would come out to the same price as an Ipad pro and an apple pencil, so for the people saying 'just get procreate' -- its only a viable option if you already have the very expensive hardware. Got it? ok cool!

So ultimately you can just not buy anything and then see if these updates are make or break for you as an artist, and if they're not you save money. Cause wouldn't it suck if you DID sub and then none of the updates were for your version??? or for you specifically? (yes it would.) Also the clip team is a small team and a far cry from adobe saying they'd sue people who used older versions so, idk, cry more Anon? I already know you're not a professional artist cause no professionals would speak that way to someone trying to help, so I hope you sort it out soon and touch some grass weirdo! xx Or don't! I don't care lol. Ask your parents for money or something cause it seems like you're a big baby who is way too entitled. Hope this helps :)

[inkofamethyst]

November 11, 2022

I actually did the worst on my open book popgen exam lol (not that it mattered anyway).  I’m in a good place grade-wise, I think.

You know, all of these programs conveniently leave out the fact that not only do you have to submit a personal statement, but you have to also write four, five, six other little essays on random (they’re related) topics.  Like,,, HUH.  I just thought I’d pop in with a quick “boy howdy I wanna be a scientist, a woman in stem, a personified bunsen burner” and then be met with a round of applause and a stipend but apparently that’s not enough these days.

Also some of my apps are asking about my sexuality and that was definitely not a thing four years ago and like idk I know some ace folk feel like they fit in the queer community and that’s totally fine and I love my little hahaheehee’s on acetok but putting it in writing (yes, I recognize the irony considering the nature of this blog)???  FIRST of all I don’t know if this is real or if it’s purity culture-induced guilt.  I could get married and it all falls away and suddenly you’ve got a sexual being on your hands (one in need of therapy tho bc I’ve heard it’s a difficult switch to make).  SECOND what if it changes.  I dunno I just.. there is no truly permanent sense of self and.. ugh.  I mean I could say I’m aro/ace and they’ll be like “wow so she won’t be distracted by boys she’s a safe bet” but what they don’t know is that I’ll be distracted by everything else.

On a lighter note, listen.  I get it, LMM maybe wasn’t at all what we were expecting from Hermes.  I love the jokes, I think they’re silly because, ultimately, that man is a dork.  A theatre kid (who makes pretty bangin music ngl).  All adult theatre kids deserve ridicule.  No exceptions.  Obviously I want him to do well because I want the show to be good and I trust Rick.  I love the silly jokes, but I feel a little bad bc we’re circling back to that time on tiktok when Hamilton had just been released on D+ and everyone was watching it and making fun of the guy even though he wasn’t doing anything except loving being on stage.

And, breaking news, it turns out that I may not get into that education class after all which kind of sucks.  I have to wait until the start of next semester to see if the section has seats available at which point anyone will be able to register.  Until then, I’m registered for a greek art class in its place.

Lastly, it’s surprisingly easy to slip into supporting eugenics and I blame this on the fact that geneticists find eugenics to be so abhorrent and such an uncomfortable part of the discipline’s history that it’s rarely actually discussed or taught.  And this is the same problem with minimizing slavery or the holocaust or the treatment of indigenous Americans.  Those who do not learn and critically consider history are doomed to repeat it.  Scientists have an ethical responsibility to go beyond providing data.  They must nip misinterpretations in the bud by addressing the context of their work.  We read an article (more like a saga of articles, it was the scientific equivalent of a fight over twitter) in popgen which got me completely wired by the way that it used eugenics rhetoric without addressing that issue explicitly, and that feels so much more irresponsible than saying your a eugenics advocate outright (my prof had to assure me that the author was not, in fact, a eugenics guy).  I just... science doesn’t exist in a vacuum, and we live in an age where information is readily available to any person at any time.  Scientists need to keep that in mind and consider the social ramifications of their work, especially if it relates to humans.  Neutral science does not exist!!  We’re all influenced by the context in which we are raised!!  Anyway, back to the original point, eugenics should be taught sensitively in science classes so that people understand a) how to detect the warning signs of a budding eugenics-based argument and b) why they’re wrong to begin with.  Only then can we civilly discuss issues like how to mitigate the problems of the (fairly theoretical to begin with) human genetic load or whatever.

Today I’m thankful for the walks promenades I took last night and tonight!!  It was decently warm and I just needed to blow off some steam (we’re a mere week into daylight savings and I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate how sunset starts at 2 pm I hate how I feel down more often now).  Plus CRC3E38 was released yesterday and I tore through that thing on my walks.  I’m thankful that there’s a big open area on campus where people often frequent so I feel safe walking at night.  I’m thankful that I, a patron of the arts, went to see an (free) a capella show tonight, a lovely and uniquely collegiate experience.  I’m thankful that my cello-friend liked my arrangement draft!!  Finally, I’m thankful that I know people who will straight up tell me who the red flags in my field of choice are because I was definitely unknowingly flying close to one.

[pganotgolf]

Reflection of Happy Hour by Marlowe Granados ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This is like Broad City in a book.

It’s such a good slice of life of a 20something living(struggling) in the big city

If you’re looking for a plot this isn’t the book but what is so great about it is how Marlowe describes the things , like things that you’ve felt but never put words to it (see fav quotations section)

Notes I took down while reading

- It’s like stream of consciousness but witty and similar to mine and my friends (so maybe it’s just the brain of a 20 something)

- “I wonder what I’ve done in life to be subjected to Alice Langley (bankrolled by her mother) telling me to grow up. What hypocrisy.”(100)

- Broad City if one of the friends was a bitch ,

- Wait she’s turning around

- actually nope

- But the chapters with Coop were definitely white lotus vibes

- Favorite chapter: August 6 (moms, grief)

- she never says “I feel like…” it’s always matter of fact

- This book reminds me of the song Rave Angel by Blusher

- SPOILER! it would’ve gotten 5 stars if the ending wasn’t hinting at the book being her released diary🤦‍♀️

Here’s a list of my favorite quotations from the book:

- Being inside when it rains makes you forget that anything else could be happening (89)

- She pulled out a… burgundy velvet dress… Light disappeared into it; velvet has a way of doing that (92)

- “You need to grow and have some respect for yourself”. I hate lines like this. They’ve been abused so much they’ve lost their meaning. When you really think about it, they’re designed to cause the most hurt with the least effort. You Should Have Some More Respect for Yourself. (100)

- It’s a sad thing when people take beautiful old buildings and try to modernize it. Some things are meant to be restored, not re-interpreted (121)

- I want all the tenderness in the world. It’s a natural urge to want to be important in someone’s life. The soft underbelly of a course man. A preview is never enough because I am insatiable. (150)

- People forget I can be cruel too. I can devastate just about anyone.(152)

- (Fashion) is an important kind of knowledge that is overlooked. In many cases, it’s the first mode of expression women have access to. (168)

- I sat in the windowsill listening to the birds chirp and the occasional car drive by. It’s funny how seamlessly nights end and mornings begin, and yet they feel quite different. (182)

- … I am always interested in finding things. You can take a piece of junk and turn it into a talisman. You can assign it meaning and its own moment in time and store it in a box somewhere. I have an old champagne time filled with trinkets like that. I only ever open it when I’m feeling particularly blue. It’s just a case of remembering things. Sometimes when you’re set on forgetting, you have to know what direction to forget. (202)

- Sometimes I think I must be attached to reality by a thin string (202)

- Daylight crept through the windows, a reminder that things are always going on without you no matter what. Death is not unspeakable, but it often feels that way. (218)

- “ I know how hard it must have been to have me. I am the age she was when she became pregnant. Daughters make single mothers more vulnerable than lone women. Even when I was small I could sense that. My existence had put her in a precarious position where she was to protect both me and herself. (219-220)

- They look at me and say, “I don’t know how you do it.” I am not strong! I want to tell them. I am simply enduring. (222)

- It would be nice if whenever someone said, “I love you,” it meant, “Everything will be fine.” It’s all reassurance anyway. (222)

- Sometimes I wonder, if I ever went missing, how long it would take for someone to realize. Considering how long they are used to not hearing from me, I’d I were really in danger, I think it would take them about three weeks. (223)

- Anyone who prefers minimalism probably had everything growing up. When you are never left wanting, you never want much. (240)

- Love and not eating for sixteen hours feels more or less the same. (241)

- I decided to be honest (247)

- Sometimes making bad decisions really takes no time at all. In fact, you realize that you’ve been itching to do it all along. Deep down, I think comes from being so angry at having to restrict yourself all the time because in the end, no matter how well you behave someone always Dash away your life‘s work with little to no regard. We’re always swimming against the tide. How’s that for Justice? If I am reckless, it is because I am tired. (258)

- The bodegas have already brought out parts of mom’s in heartening colors. They clustered together in rich, fuchsia‘s oranges and reds a sign that summer is on its last breath, and these are the flowers that will guide us into fall (262)

[azuisreading]

Bones to the Wind by Tatiana Obey

Rasia is determined to destroy her old man’s record in the Forging, a trial each child must succeed to come of age. All Rasia needs to do is hunt down a gonda, hitch its tentacle ass to her windship, and haul it back home in record time. Easy. Or it would be if Rasia wasn’t stuck on the same team as Nico—a know-it-all, spoiled, grubworm who never does anything Rasia tells her to do. Nico doesn’t care about Rasia’s egotistical dreams of glory. This is her brother’s last chance to pass the Forging or her father is going to banish him from the family. She needs to scour the desert to find whatever team the bones placed him on and help him kill a gonda before it kills him. Too bad Nico and Rasia can’t get along to steer a windship straight.

Review

Now we are in the Grankull and, believe me, you wouldn’t want to live there. You will discover that soon, aren’t you? Because you will read it anyway (I encourage you to do so… actually, what are you waiting for?). And I wish you that you enjoy it as much or more than me.

I would prefer to live in the Desert. Of course, if I have Ra-ja’s skills, or Kai’s. I can even feel satisfied with just Zephyr’s. But if I don't have any, as it unfortunately really is, I could live just fine in the Graveyard if no one tries to kill me... and I'm sure someone will try to kill me, or worse (yes, there are things worse than death). Because that’s life in the Forging, you’re welcome.

If you’re confused at the start, this makes two of us. Don’t worry, you will understand soon, you just have to walk barefoot in the sand a bit more to get accustomed and fully transported there. It’s a delight, I tell you, to arrive at one place and understand nothing of what happens around you. Very frustrating, but when you give it time and just a bit of patience, you will see and feel the magic working.

To this moment, this book has one of the most amazing character development I have seen in my life, no kidding. And a lot of plot twists. From all, I only anticipated one, and it happened because it was the more evident; I fell for the rest of them. Or at least the vast majority. Ah! One catchphrase accompanied me during this journey: “Everything that can go wrong, goes worse”, and it’s true! You will see it! And you will love it :cry:

I thought I would love one character (Zephyr had the most incredible introduction, I fell for him thanks to that) only to end up loving another (Kai has my heart forever and ever [we will see about that in the second book ¬¬]). I stand for Ra-ja, I tell you from now on: she can, don’t make the mistake of doubting her, she can shut your mouth too. I still get angry at Nico and Suri, especially Suri. And Neema makes me nervous, the kind of “how are you still alive?!”. If I have the opportunity, I would love to meet Ra-ja’s and Kai’s tahs (sadly -or not too much- not the living ones), and that has to say a lot about them, it said a lot to me. But not just yet, I have no rush. I already know that all hunters are hunted.

Phrases that I liked so much that I marked them while reading

«”You and tah and this capsized Grankull all think you can control my fate. Only I determine how my bones fall.”» — Chapter One.

«Fate could go fuck itself.» — Chapter Five.

«"You might know all the fancy words, but have you actually steered a windship before? No? That’s what I thought. Now, someone go release the fucking ropes.” “We are so going to die.”» — Chapter Five.

«Only one kid had a sword like that. Zephyr. Zephyr was one of Nico’s best friends. Kai has heard stories of him all Kai’s life, and yet, because Zephyr was a Tent kind forbidden from entering the Grankull, they had never met until now. What an introduction.» — Chapter Six.

«Sometimes Kai was so hungry that he wasn’t.» — Chapter Six.

«Kai could have continued to argue, but what was the point? This is how it always was with Nico too: He gave up the argument before it got too far. He swallowed his words. He listened to opinions and arguments without ever getting the chance to articulate his point of view. It was an obstacle he’d never managed to maneuver around. It blocked his path, this stone of well-meaning concern.» — Chapter Six.

«"There is nothing that can stop her from getting to you. She’ll be here.”» — Chapter Six.

«Through the tousled strands of her hair, Nico squinted at the valley crawling with black shapes that gleamed red in the sun. Not a gonda in sight. “Those are scorpions,” Neema said flatly. “Congratulations. You can see.”» — Chapter Seven.

«"Relax. You all hang out here, out of my way, and I’ll handle the rest.” “What are you talking about? You can’t kill a gonda by yourself.” “Yes. I can.” “That’s nonsense. How are you going to steer a windship and attack a gonda at the same time?” “Multitasking.” “That’s insane! No one can do everything!” “I can.”» — Chapter Seven.

«If he were here, he’d tell her to get back up, and run faster, and reach higher. He’d tell her that at the end of the day, the only person who mattered, the only person she needed to make proud—was herself.» — Chapter Eight.

«When Rasia finally plucked it free, she collapsed against the beaten, bruised, and misshapen ship. It wasn’t as pretty or as large as the other windships, but it had never let her down. That was more than Rasia could say for anyone else.» — Chapter Nine.

«He hadn’t realized how secure he had felt until he was walking away from Zephyr’s fire.» — Chapter Nine.

«Without her shroud, Rasia looked as Kai always imagined: black eyes full of stars and a wicked smirk that could cut anything in her path. Leaves decorated her flag of hair and every shift of her ship staked the ground like some fierce creature with the Desert at her command. He braced himself for her disappointment. But Rasia’s lips curled at the corners, and Kai had never seen anything as beautiful as that mad moon-crescent grin.» — Chapter Nine.

«Rasia leaped from the railing—how she did that from a sitting position, Kai had no idea.» — Chapter Ten.

«First things first: She had to deal with what was in front of her.» — Chapter Eleven.

«This was the second time, first Neema and now the runt, that someone in her vicinity had almost gotten themselves killed. Maybe there was a pattern here. Maybe it was her. Nah. Fuck that. She wasn’t going to blame herself for their shortcomings.» — Chapter Twelve.

«"How did you learn about windships? “Shamai-ta dropped me and jih off in the middle of the Desert and told us to figure out how to get home.”» — Chapter Thirteen.

«"Fine,” Rasia yielded. I’ll hold you to that.” Rasia shoved Kai toward the stairs of the ship. “I’m hungry. Fix me breakfast.” “But what about the windship?” Even though they were barely second drum into the morning, Kai felt he needed as much time as possible to learn how to steer the ship. Kai hesitated on the edge of the stairs. “I can push you down or you can climb down. Take your pick. But one of those options will break your neck and you can kiss this whole windship thing goodbye.” Kai chose breakfast.» — Chapter Thirteen.

«This shouldn’t have been one of the hardest thing he’d ever done in his entire life.» — Chapter Thirteen.

«It had only been a day in the grand experiment of Rasia’s teaching academy. […] She was trying to give Kai space to learn things on his own, but she was extremely bored. It was about time to check on his progress.» — Chapter Fourteen.

«"Have you figured out what you want to do? The other day you said you didn’t want to be Han of a hunting kull anymore.” “I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t know how I thought I could deal with five people when I can barely deal with one. I don’t… I just… but what else is out there?” “You could be a scribe.” “Shut up. I can’t be a scribe. I can’t even write my name.” “But you have to sign your name for the Naming Ceremony. How are you going to accomplish that?” “I plan to bribe Ysai-ji to write my name on my palm beforehand and close my fist until it’s time.” “Isn’t that against the rules?” “What idiot follows rules? Oh wait, probably your jih.”» — Chapter Fourteen.

«"It’s terrifying to think the world is one way when it isn’t, and to be uncertain of it every day afterward.”» — Chapter Fifteen.

«"I can’t possibly understand what you’re going through, and I can’t imagine what it’s like to have no control over something so… big, but it’s got to be tiring fighting that every day.”» — Chapter Fifteen.

«"but so often for me the world seems one way when it isn’t. I have difficulty discerning reality on my own, and even more so now, because you constantly challenge all the truths and expectations of what I thought I knew. I don’t know what the world is supposed to be anymore.”» — Chapter Fifteen.

«”The world is what we forge of it.”» — Chapter Fifteen.

«Wait. She wasn’t going to… of course she was.» — Chapter Sixteen.

«He had to ask, in case this was all a mirage of his own making. “Can I kiss you?”» — Chapter Seventeen.

«If kindness were easy, more people would do it. Anger was easy. Revenge and jealousy were easy. Ignorance was easy. But kindness and trust and compassion were hard. They required you to open yourself up, to stride into a fight without armor and stand there and be vulnerable, not knowing whether the other person would wound you with disappointment or worse. Kindness was not for the weak.» — Chapter Nineteen.

«”I didn’t want to leave if maybe she wanted me to stay.”» — Chapter Twenty-Nine.

«”Grow what makes you happy, and you’ll always be yourself.» — Chapter Thirty-Three.

«”It’s impossible, Rasia.” “I do impossible things every day.”» — Chapter Thirty-Five.

«”Done,” Rasia announced. “I’ll make it happen.”» — Chapter Thirty-Five.

«”It’s not as far out of your reach as you think it is. It’s possible, Kai. First, you’ve got to want it, and let yourself want it. Then you fight for it. That’s the secret, Kai. Impossible is just the next foot in front of the other. He’d never be satisfied with anything less than everything.» — Chapter Thirty-Five.

«”But, Rasia—” “Stop arguing with me. I’m dying. You messed up my cool last words.” Kai’s eyes narrowed at her. “You die on me, and I’m telling everyone your last words were a dramatic confession of your secret flame for Nico.” Rasia gasped. “You wouldn’t.”» — Chapter Forty-One.

«”I knew you’d catch me.”» — Chapter Fifty-Seven.

«Sometimes, Kai did achieve the impossible. He thinks he’s getting the hand of it.» — Chapter Fifty-Nine.

[astaroth1357]

How Often They Worry about MC…

For those who don’t know, I have a little dog named Charlie and she is a large portion of my world. There's no need to be alarmed, my dog is fine, but there are days where I hold her and all I can think about is how much I worry about her health down the line… I suppose we often do that for the people we love, particularly the ones who may not last as long as we will. Take that as inspiration if you'd like.

Lucifer 

Near constantly. 

If you tracked his blood pressure on a grid, you'd see it start to continuously rise about when he decided they were worth having in his life.

Lucifer is the eldest sibling to a whole crew of brothers so he's no stranger to worry. He worried about his brothers when they were young, he worried about them after the Fall, and he still worries about them now (even if he's less open about it).

But a part of him knows that his brothers can handle their own, at least to varying degrees. The MC, though? He's far less sure…

They've proven rather resilient, but also headstrong and reckless. Neither of which are good things to be in a place this dangerous...

If Lucifer isn't careful, he can catch himself staring at a wall or window just wondering where they are and if they're doing alright… If he called them every time he had a passing worry, their inbox would be full by the end each week.

He holds himself back because he doesn't have the time to constantly protect them, but that doesn't stop him from sending a text once or twice a day. They better respond or he'll start (secretly) panicking.

Mammon

He forgets their mortality from time to time, but every time he remembers it hits like a ton of bricks…

Mammon is a pretty "in-the-moment" person. He doesn't spend a lot of time dwelling on the future, but whenever he does the thought of losing MC always comes back to him again and again.

Like. It's gotta happen eventually, right? They're human, humans die, hell they don't even live that long to start with!

The MC can always tell when Mammon's getting worried because he'll get uncharacteristically quiet and pace around or hover by them…

Every little injury or strenuous task will suddenly seem like too much to him as well. 

If they need to carry some boxes, he'll carry them all.

If they have to jog to class, he's carrying them. 

If they so much as get a papercut, he'll have a heart attack.

It's not very hard to get Mammon out of these funks - he really does want them to reassure him that they're okay - but he's never going to get fully over it…

Not until he can steal whatever top secret immortality formula Solomon must have used anyway… He'll get it off that bastard eventually.

Leviathan

Thinks about it so often he has to actively try not to just to get any peace…

He dodges his fears for MC like a protagonist dodges lasting consequences. Every time he feels one creeping up, he's always got a distraction waiting…

"Hey where's MC at? I hope they didn't fall into the riv-OH HEY CHECK OUT THIS NEW GAME!!"

"What are they doing over there…? That looks hard, what if they bre-WAIT DIDN'T MY FAVORITE VOICE ACTOR JUST RELEASE A NEW PODCAST???"

"What if the MC dies tomorrow and they leave me all alo-DEVIL FIGHT 200! YOU CAN'T BEAT DEVIL FIGHT 200, LET’S BREAK MY HIGH SCORE!!"

Cut him some slack, his psyche cannot handle the idea of losing them on top of everything else he grapples with every day.

If, on the rare occasion, he does let himself fall down that rabbit hole he becomes extra clingy and practically begs MC not to leave his room… like ever. He'd bubble wrap them if he could.

Anytime they get really hurt or really sick he refuses to leave their side even if it means he has to awkwardly sit on the floor. He just needs to be able to glance at them every so often to be sure they're alive… Still breathing?? Phew…

Satan

He worries, preps, rationalizes, then worries again…

For Satan, knowledge is power and every scrap of information he can learn about MC is more power he can use to keep them safe and healthy.

Yes, he will want their medical history. Yes, he's going to need a list of prescriptions. Family members too. And no, you do not get a choice.

He'll read up on as many things as he can - pawn medical journals off of witches and get magical alternatives from Solomon.

The cycle usually goes: 

1. He's lying awake at night because he just heard about some terrible bacteria that makes human's skin peel off or something.

2. He does all the research he can on this bacteria, its treatment options, best prevention methods, etc.

3. Gets right about to break out the rubber booties for MC to wear around, then realizes they have a very slim chance of catching said bacteria since it's only native to incredibly remote parts of Indonesia.

4. Feels instant relief that MC will probably not catch flesh-eating bacteria and can finally sleep again…

5. Hears of some other human medical horror from Solomon and starts to worry…

It's a vicious cycle indeed… But at least he's getting a lot of medical training. Soon enough he'll be the Devildom's version of a human vet (which I guess is just a doctor, come to think of it. 🤔)

Asmodeus 

Lives so "here-and-now" that he doesn't remember often, but when he does it's always heartbreaking…

Asmo usually tries to worry about things as little as possible. It’s bad for the skin, you know? But when the MC is involved, all of that goes out the window.

Like how a delicate blossom eventually wilts in the snow, the MC is bound to leave them in time… Usually there's supposed to be something beautiful in that kind of tragedy, but perhaps he's just too close to them to find any romance in it.

The thought of their death gives him breakouts and anytime they get hurt or sick he's the first brother to offer them comfort. Every time.

Because he doesn't feel like he's as physically strong as he brothers, he tries to make up for it by minding their health in other ways. Anything to keep his MC strong and beautiful as always!

If Asmo is in a worrying mood, then he may also compensate by trying to take the MC out to a party or some fun event. Why sit around worrying by himself when he could be making memories with them now, right?

Beelzebub

It comes in waves, mostly at night.

When your thoughts throughout the day are mostly, "I wish I wasn't so hungry," it doesn't afford you a lot of time to think about much else.

In a way, it's a good thing since he experiences a lot less stress. But those worries are still there and they mostly plague his dreams…

Beel doesn’t feel hungry when he's sleeping, so a lot of his fears will make themselves known overnight. An injured or dying MC is often in his rotation of nightmares though, of course, he'd rather it not be…

After having one of these dreams, his first instinct is to always make sure the MC is okay. If they're with him, he'll hug them and check their heartbeat. If they're somewhere else, he'll go to them or shoot a text.

He has woken up without realizing his nightmare was all a dream though, and usually it's up to Belphie or MC themselves to console him while he cries… It's so heartbreaking, sweet boy just puts a lot of pressure on himself to be sure they're safe…

When he worries, it's like they're the most beautiful and expensive China set in a room full of bulls and hammers. If he could tape them to his side, he probably would. He gets scared for them that much…

Belphegor 

More scared about it than anyone else in the House.

Despite his calm demeanor, Belphie is truly afraid of losing his loved ones beneath the surface… He's already lost one of his most dear siblings before, going through that again may just break him.

Unfortunately, he's also felt just how fragile the MC is firsthand... He's not even the strongest of his brothers, yet he was able to snuff them out so easily… Who's to say someone else won't try?

Like Beel, MC's death is a recurring nightmare for him but he can usually shake off his dreams fairly well, if not change them mid-sleep. More scary is when something is actually wrong with them or they're not feeling well.

Belphie always sets his inner laziness aside for the MC when he can. If they get sick, he'll usually be right along with his family to take care of them - even if he has to skip school to do so (not that he cares about class anyway).

When he's worrying about them, he tries to play it off at first, but soon enough they'll notice him acting overly concerned and losing sleep… Best to calm him down before he starts getting cranky.

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Captivation: Robby Keene x Larusso!Reader

A/N: I kinda got some inspiration from the "not date" Sam and Miguel went on lol.

Summary: You tag along with your dad and Robby to fix up the Miyagi-Do Dojo. After a day of nothing but hard work, you and Robby relax underneath the stars.

"This place brings back memories doesn't it Y/N/N?" I heard dad ask from the driver's seat of the car.

A fond smile slowly grew on my face before I answered. "Of course" We all got out of the car walking toward the old worn building. "I am your best student after all."

Dad laughed at my cockiness before looking over at me. "I cannot confirm that statement, I will end up incriminating myself."

"Ah c'mon dad, Sam would understand."

"Wait you trained here?" I heard Robby ask from beside me.

"Yeah, I trained here when I was a kid, it was great," I explained, fond memories began to flood my mind.

Dad opened the sliding door to the backyard of the dojo. It had lost its beauty and cleanliness.

"It did not look like this though," I muttered to Robby who stared at the backyard with slight disappointment.

"We're gonna get it back to how it was before," Dad said with a determined look on his face.

Both Robby and I turned to dad with questioning looks on our faces.

"Dad, I uh don't mean to throw a wrench in your plan here but one of us here has an injured arm," I explained lightly gripping on Robby's arm that was wrapped within a sling.

"I'll be fine." Robby injected quickly, giving me a reassuring look.

"Are you sure?" I asked skeptically.

"Yeah, I'm sure. So Mr. Larusso where do you want me to start?" Robby asked as he walked away not giving me another chance to question him.

I just stood back and watched him as he explored the messy backyard. I couldn't help but smile at the inquisitive and curious expression he had on his face. It felt like someone was staring at me so I turned my head to see dad looking at me with a sly, knowing smirk.

"Oh don't start," I grumbled, I walked away from him before he could ask me any embarrassing questions.

...

My arms, my legs, my back, pretty much every single muscle I had in my body felt strained by the time we were done fixing everything up. The sun had set mere minutes ago, the light blue sky was slowly fading away to a beautiful dark blue. Robby and I sat down on one of the many platforms Robby had sanded down. Dad had left to get us all something to eat and drink. So, it was just the two of us.

"I am so tired," I admitted with a breathless laugh. I stretched trying to release the tension that was prominent throughout my entire body. "Your shoulder has got to be killing you."

Robby rubbed his shoulder gingerly before saying. "It's not that bad actually."

"That's shocking to me because if I'm being completely honest. I feel like I just went through a meat grinder. And I ain't even hurt." I sighed and laid back finding slight relief from the ache on my lower back.

Robby laid down next to me, a teasing smirk replaced his calm look.

"You must be getting rusty then." He spoke mockingly.

I laughed, I would've pushed him but my arms felt like noodles. "Yeah I am, I haven't done any of this stuff since I was 12." I sighed and stretched again. "But, I could probably kick your ass still," I added turning my head to look at him.

Robby scoffed before laughing incredulously. "Yeah right."

"Are you challenging me, Keene? I mean don't get me wrong you're good. But, all the stuff you're learning now are things I've already perfected."

"Oh really?" He asked skeptically.

"Yeah really," I replied

Robby got up off the platform and looked down at me. "Then prove it, show me how good you are."

I got up and got into a fighting stance. "Alright fine."

In quick succession, Robby threw 4 punches and a couple of kicks. I dodged them with ease before answering back with kicks of my own.

"I think you're all talk," Robby said breathlessly.

Seeing an opening, I dodged another punch he threw and gripped his arm draping it over my shoulder so I could flip him.

"Got you."

We got lost in each other's gaze for a second before I let him go.

Robby let out a nervous laugh before saying. "I could have gotten out of that."

"Oh sure," I said brushing him off nonchalantly.

Before Robby could react I turned back around quickly put my arm around his neck, and flipped him quickly.

Robby stared up at me in shock and amazement. I lightly placed my foot on his chest and smirk down at him.

"Could you get out of that?" I asked mockingly.

He gave me a smirk making my heart skip a beat. "No, but-" He swept my free leg out from under me making me fall to the ground. "I got out of that."

He hovered over me, his icy blue eyes locked with mine again.

"Yeah, you did." My once confident voice was reduced to a nervous whisper.

I could feel my pulse beating harshly against my skin due to how close we were.

"You got a way to get out of this?" His tone copied the mocking tone I had used earlier.

"I do."

"Really?"

I nodded in response, I bit back the nervous grin that was threatening to come out.

"What is it?"

I leaned up slightly on my forearms, I brought my face closer to his, our noses brushed against one another lightly. Without a second thought, I cupped his jaw and pulled him in for a kiss.

It was like my actions were racing ahead of the thoughts formulating in my brain. It wasn't until a few seconds later that I finally realized what I did. I pulled back, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"I-I'm sorry you probably don't feel the sa-"

My sentence was cut off by Robby hastily pulling me back in for another kiss. I slowly laid back down on the ground, our lips stayed connected despite my movements.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made us jump. My lip had gotten bitten in the process of us pulling back.

"Ow," I whispered, my finger lightly touching the spot that was throbbing slightly. I looked over at the source of the sound to see dad looking at us with an unamused expression on his face.

"I- uh we are so sor-" Robby began to stutter out.

"It's fine, but maybe the next time I leave you two can keep your sparing to a minimum huh?"