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boombox-fuckboy · 3 years

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5 Underrated Audio Drama: Comedy Edition

Thank you all for your patience, it's a few months but I'm finally back with a new 5 underrated! Comedy was never my thing growing up, but as it turns out there's actually plenty in the audio medium that are to my taste. You may've already heard the more popular ones such as Wooden Overcoats or The Amelia Project (which, add them to your list if you've not heard, they're very fun), but here's 5 lesser known comedy podcasts that deserve just as much appreciation.

Up to date as of 15th October 2021

Burst

"Starting your own business is tricky at the best of times, but when you’re the owner of a bubble tea shop on a space station - with a communist as your financial advisor and an alien as a head chef, not to mention the universe’s biggest ethically-questionable coffee-shop conglomerate has it in for you- it’s a real adventure."

Burst is a lighter-hearted podcast with a really fun cast and a strong wacky, queer, anticapitalist vibe, as well as some interesting worldbuilding. The audio quality is admittedly rough, but if a short slice-of-life space bubble-tea shop sounds your thing (I'd be surprised if it didn't) I'd heartily encourage you to give it a go. Burst has finished with 20 episodes of 10-15 minutes each.

Burst is available on major podcasting platforms and on Spotify. Content warnings are listed in each episode description, and transcripts are available on their tumblr. You can follow their tumblr at @burstpodcast

Elaine's Cooking for the Soul

"ELAINE'S COOKING FOR THE SOUL is a post-apocalyptic cooking podcast. This sci-fi comedy series is hosted by Elaine Martínez, DDS, in her dental clinic. Each week she brings on a guest to cook up a shelf-stable, nutrient-dense recipe to share with the survivors of the recent nuclear event. The recipes are real, the world is fictional...for now."

A post-apocalyptic dystopian cooking show hosted by a dentist from her office! While potentially a little depressing if dystopian flavour isn't your thing, I've found it really fun, and the recipes are all stuff that's easy to make at home with long-lasting, cheap ingredients. Wacky concept with good execution. 13 episodes of 17-21 mins each.

Elaine's Cooking for the Soul is available on major podcasting platforms and on Spotify. Content warnings are available in each episode description, and transcripts of the first 5 episodes are available on their tumblr. You can follow their tumblr at @elainescookingforthesoul

Life With Althaar

"An epic science-fiction sitcom for your ears about an unlikely human/alien friendship in the unluckiest place in Human space. It is the mid-26th Century. John B, a humble repairman and "former human" (having lost his legal status as such), has left the Earth for mysterious reasons. He is perhaps the unluckiest being in Human space.

He has wound up at the Human Exchange Concourse, or the "HEC," once the site of Humanity's First Galactic Fair. It was the biggest flop in Human history. "The Fairgrounds" is perhaps the unluckiest place in Human space. You don't go there, you end up there. John's luck seems to have changed when he gets a good apartment at an amazingly reasonable price only to find his roommate is Althaar, an Iltorian, who is determined to befriend a Human. (Iltorians are the kindest, nicest species in all known space, and natural diplomats, beloved by almost all, but their slightest presence causes Humans to instinctively respond with panic, fear, disgust, nausea, and loss of bodily functions).

Can a Human and Iltorian live together without one of them driving the other crazy?"

A sci-fi comedy podcast which constantly impresses me. A human handyman moves to a haphazard station on the boundries of human space and winds up with a really sweet alien room-mate named Althaar, who's a young diplomat fascinated by humans and human culture. Only problem is Althaar is an Iltorian, a species that humans instincively fear on sight, on a visceral and primal level, by no fault to either party. Really well made, full cast, original music features, great original worldbuilding, fully sound-scaped binaural content, and subtley quite queer. Made all the more impressive by the movie-length episodes, I have no idea how this cast manages it, and so regular as well. Ongoing but on the last season. 33 episodes (plus one musical episode) of 53 minutes to 3 hours and 3 mins in length, usually between 1½ and 2½ hours.

Life with Althaar is available on major podcasting platforms and on Spotify. Content warnings are not given, but transcripts are linked in each episode description. You can also follow their tumblr at @geminicollisionworks

The Vanishing Act

"The Vanishing Act is globetrotting farce about a German magic enthusiast, an American conman in Paris, an unfortunately-named engineer, a disappearing French magician, and a duck. A Rambling Absurdity in 12(ish) Parts."

Set around the 1930s, following a German playwright's obsession with the final trick of a 200-year-dead french magician. Given me by far the most laughs of any podcast I've heard. Surprisingly queer and the gender- and accent-disregarding casting really adds to the whole effect of it. Between seasons. 12 episodes of 33-61 mins in length.

The Vanishing Act is available on major podcasting platforms and on Spotify. Content warnings are listed in each episode description, and transcripts are linked in each episode description. You can also follow their tumblr at @vanishingpod

Wizard Seeking Wizard

"A Wizard Dating Podcast"

A dating show for Wizards!!! Wacky wizards (of all genders, or none) send in personal bios, all written by their VAs, to tell the audience about the character and what sort of relationship they are looking for. There's romance, magic collabs, rivalries, and the audience votes to see who goes on the wizard date the next episode. It's queer, it's cute, it's funny, and it's really unique. Currently on hiatus, it has 9 episodes of 28-59 minutes each, usually around 45 minutes.

Wizard Seeking Wizard is available on major podcasting platforms and on Spotify. Content warnings are listed in each episode description, and transcripts are linked in each episode description. You can also follow their tumblr at @wiz4wiz

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maeve-writes · 3 years

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The Significance of Fair Food

Pairings: Human!Castiel x Reader

Rating: General

Warnings: Fluff, bad decisions.

Summary: You talk the boys into making a stop during your travels and you show Castiel the joys of being human.

a/n: This was written for a SPN challenge years ago.

My three categories were: Fair, snow cone, getting sunburnt.

This is unbeta'd, please forgive any mistakes. This is also my first time writing Castiel, so forgive me if it’s a little... off.

Formally posted on the account @plaided-ani

When you asked the boy to make a pit stop, the last thing they expected was to end up pulling into a fairgrounds parking lot. The world was ending, again, you had demons and angels and everything in between after the four of you, but damned if it didn’t seem like a good idea. “Dude,” Dean reasoned with his brother, slapping him on his arm, “fair food.”

“Yes,” you chirped, popping your head between them from the backseat. You wrapped your hands around Sam’s shoulders, fingers digging into the tense muscle and you shook him like a maraca. “Yes!”

“What’s the significance of fair food,” Castiel inquired beside you, curious eyes watching Sam’s head snap to and fro from your jarring.

You rounded on him immediately, releasing Sam before you slid into the former angel’s personal space, slinging your arm around his shoulders. “Castiel,” your voice was quiet, intimate, “fair food is the most delicious nourishment that humans have to offer.” You reached up and ran a hand down his cheek and forced him to look you in the eye, “And all of it’s fried.”

He stared at you unblinkingly, puffy lips slightly parted in confusion. You were a hair’s length apart, close enough to be sharing the same lungs, and he nodded once causing his nose brush against yours.

“If you two are done making out,” Dean cleared his throat, arm perched over the back of his seat to glare at you. “I want a corndog.”

You immediately released Cas and then turned to scramble out of the car. You joined up with Dean, hooking your arm around his and the pair of you charged the fair’s main gate, Sam and Castiel trailing behind you.

The sun was out in full force and what little clouds floating in the sky provided no comfort from it’s heated rays. You turned your head up, eyes closed to bask in the warm as you four waited in line for the first vendor that Dean deemed acceptable.

“Fried butter,” Castiel droned behind you, “that doesn’t sound very healthy.”

“It doesn’t have to be healthy, Cas,” Dean replied, pulling you forward as the queue moved, “it’s fair food.”

Sam huffed in annoyance and shook his head, “That’s not an excuse to clog your arteries.”

“Yes, it is,” you and Dean replied simultaneously.

You righted your head and turned to glare up at the youngest Winchester, but you caught sight of Castiel clutching at his chest, his fingers clenching around the soft white shirt that Dean leant him. “Your heart’s gonna be fine, Cas,” you assure him, stumbling along as Dean pulled you forward yet again. “It takes years of eating bad crap to clog you up. If anyone is gonna die of a heart attack, it’s Dean!”

“And I would have no regrets,” came the proud sniff beside you.

“You two are idiots,” Sam sighed.

You opened your mouth to retort, but Dean yanked you one final time and you spun to order the biggest funnel cake they allotted, double sugar and strawberries on top. Dean, of course, got his three corndogs, Sam opted for cup-o-salad, but Cas was at a loss. “He’ll have a corn dog and fries,” you decided.

Dean stayed back to wait for the order and Sam lead the way to find a semi-clean table nearby. “I’ll admit, Y/N,” Cas confided in you, eyes darting to Sam’s back cautiously, “that this fair food does smell delicious.”

“Oh, Cas,” you cooed, once again slinging your arm around his arm and placed your head on his shoulder, “you’re in for a treat.” You take one side with Castiel, Sam opting to sit across from you. The sounds of the crowd washed over you as you baked in the afternoon sun, the shrills from fast rides and rigged games were the soundtrack of your best idea yet.

“Alright, heart attacks on a plate,” Dean cackled gleefully as he sat the tray down in the middle. He passed Castiel his basket and you snatched up your funnel cake with a loud smack of your lips. “You’re gonna give me some of that, Y/N, right?”

Your face twisted in aggression, your body curling around your plate as you claimed your territory. “Absolutely not,” you snarled. Cas shifted uneasily beside you which snapped you out of your daze, “But you can have some, Castiel.” Blue eyes met yours and his brow pinched with uncertainty.

“Oh, so you’ll give some to Cas and not me,” Dean growled, corndog shoved in his mouth and mustard dribbled down his chin.

“Yes,” you answered simply, cutting of a nice, big piece coated with the most sugar and biggest strawberry and held it up for Castiel to eat. The former angel frowned at you and looked to Dean before opening his mouth wide to let you choo-choo it in.

He chewed it slowly, considering its taste. Sugar outlined his mouth and a drip of syrup rested in the very center of his bottom lip. Without thinking, you swiped you thumb across it, shoving it into your mouth to lick off the excess. His eyes went wide, watching the finger disappear between your own sugared lips. “This is very good,” he said hoarsely when he finally managed to swallow.

You wiggled your eyebrows in victory and pointed to his meal, “Clog those arteries, Cas.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent queuing in lines, you and Dean hogging the cotton candy. You did share a bit with Castiel for educational purposes, but most of it was shoved shamelessly into your mouth.

“You two are going to throw up,” Sam grimaced as you headed closer to the Tilt-a-Whirl.

“That’s the fun of fairs,” you replied cheerfully, nudging Cas to make a mental note of it. “You stuff yourself full of bad food and then you get on all the rides so you can throw it up later!”

Cas shook his head, “That doesn’t sound like fun at all.”

“It is,” Dean winked, “you’ll love it.” Sam contradicted his brother with a silent shake of his head, but you were all ushered into your seats before the older brother could argue. And when the ride was over, you were hugging your stomach, looking a little paler and Dean shuffled slowly beside you.

“I told y-” Sam started but heated glares from the both of you had him holding his hands up and laughing.

Despite your aching stomachs, you and Dean drag the other two on the Teacups, the Falling Tower, even in the Haunted House. It was the Tunnel of Love that caught your eye, though, and not because you had anything romantic in mind, but it was a slow, easy ride that hid you from the harsh afternoon sun.

The boys fought over who would actually sit with you because it was the Tunnel of Love, after all, and you can’t go in with your brother without people raising eyebrows and they sure as hell didn’t want to ‘fall in love with Cas’. “You’re all idiots,” you exclaimed and pulled Cas into the small swan shaped boat.

“This ride doesn’t actually make humans fall in love, does it,” he asked you hesitantly.

You leaned back against the hard wooden frame, head tilted back as the tunnel’s cool air breezed over your sun kissed skin, “No, Cas. It’s an excuse for teenagers to make out in, though. Or older people to make out like teenagers.” There’s a deep rumble of thoughtfulness next you and you can feel Cas’s eyes on you. “You wanna make out with me,” you asked with one eye cracked open.

“I don’t know,” he answered. “That means kissing, right?”

“Yes,” you snorted.

His brow wrinkled and he nodded, “Yes.”

“Yes,” you repeated, surprised. You sat up and tilted your head, a smile split your face in two.

“Yes,” Cas said for the second time, “I’ve thought about kissing you before. I’ve watched you with the men that you’ve taken home from bars and…”

You held up a hand and blinked, “What do you mean you’ve watched me?”

“I was afraid that they might hurt you, so I kept watch,” Castiel explained, noting your sudden discomfort of the conversation. “I stopped watching when you… you know.”

“I am so glad you’re human now,” you groaned, bringing up your legs in the open bench seat and hid your face away. You felt a hand atop your knee and a gentle squeeze in timid comfort. “If you ever get your grace back, dude, please don’t ever watch me again,” you pleaded once you lifted your head.

Cas nodded, those deep blue eyes full of regret and understanding, “I promise.”

The ride finished without a makeout session, but you had forgiven Cas by the time you caught up with Sam and Dean. The sun was getting low and the fair’s lights slowly started to flicker on, the Ferris Wheel drawing everyone’s attention. “Last ride,” Sam warned you, so you tugged them along, waiting in the longest queue of the day.

“Snow Cones,” Dean whispered, pushing at your shoulder. “Wait here,” he instructed his brother and friend before dragging you over to the stand. While the ice did sound like a good idea in the warm summer evening, more sugar was going to make your veins explode.

“I dunno, Dean,” you patted your belly, “I don’t know if I can fit anymore.”

“Don’t be a wuss,” he egged you on and shoved you up to the counter. You order a small one, rainbow all the way and kicked Dean in the shin when you got your purchase and ran off to the safety of your friends.

“More sugar,” you told Cas, holding up the shaved ice settled in a paper cup. “Sweets for a sweetie,” you offer it to him, “just bite.” He looked from you to the colored ball of frost and scraped his teeth along to gather some with an approving hum. Dean soon joined you, tagging you on the back of your head when he returned and nearly had you spilling your treat. “Watch it!”

Cas frowned in disapproval at Dean, but the oldest Winchester smirked smugly and bite down hard on his snow. “For as much sugar as you consume, Dean, you can be sour,” he reprimanded, patting your shoulder and taking yet another bite of your snow cone.

“Are you really white knighting, Y/N, right now,” Dean snorted, the tip of his nose dyed blue from his flavoring.

“If that means I’m defending her, then yes,” Cas replied, his eyes, like yours and Sam’s, trained on the small spot of blue. “Dean,” he started, but you wrap a hand around his wrist and squeeze. How the three of you are holding a straight face, you’ll never know.

“What,” came the gruff reply accompanied by a frown.

“Nothing,” Cas replied casually, tearing his eyes away from his friend and back to you and the Snow Cone. You return the stare, both of you leaning in to take a bite and you tried not to choke on the flavored ice.

“What,” Dean asked pressingly.

“Line’s moved up,” Sam answered, pulling his brother along.

Dean eyed you all suspiciously, but he moved along with everyone else, digging back into his ice and coming out with an even bigger spot of blue. Sam’s jaw is clenched so hard you could hear his teeth starting to crack and you’re sure you’ve snorted some of your ice in an attempt to stop your laughter. But Castiel? He was standing there, smiling at the three of you, suddenly understanding what the significance of fair food was.

“Dammit,” Dean groaned the next day, waddling in from the bathroom, “Y/N!” Castiel looked up from the newspaper and tilted his head, his eyes shifting from Dean to you splayed out of the bed in nothing more than a thin cami and cotton shorts, looking just as uncomfortable as Dean with your cherry red skin.

“Shut up,” you spat, not able to move from your bed. It wasn’t fair, not really. All four of you were out in the sun all day and only you and Dean managed to get burned, even through all of your layers. “Your voice makes my skin hurt.”

“Your face makes my skin hurt,” Dan shot back, slowly climbing onto the bed next to you. The pair of you weakly slapped at each other from your prone positions and you felt the bed dip behind you.

“Sam said this might happen,” Castiel stated as he flipped open a cap of aloe. “He said I would need to rub this into your skin.”

Dean jerked his head up and immediately winced from the pain, “You’re not rubbing anything on me.”

“Shut up and enjoy it, jerk,” you hissed and twisted your head as much as you could to look at Castiel. “Rub it all over me, Cas, as deep as you can.”

The former angel flushed as bright as the pair of you, but set to work.

#castiel x reader #castiel x you #castiel x y/n #human!castiel #formally posted on @plaided-ani

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geminicollisionworks · 3 years

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Episode 29: "And That's the Way It Is"

It is the year 2523 - and these are the continuing stories of John B and Althaar, a legally-former-Human and his unlikely Iltorian roommate, on a space station that is the unluckiest place in Human space.

"And That's the Way It Is" -- episode 29 of Life With Althaar, that epic Science-Fiction sitcom for your ears -- is now streaming.

In which the documentary on the Fugulnari occupation of the Fairgrounds is broadcast, and all of the residents who hoped it would show the truth of what is happening there are indeed amazed at what can be done in post. Meanwhile, with most of the station distracted by the documentary, the Resistance attempts to take advantage of a temporary glitch in security to install monitoring devices in the brig, allowing them more direct access to the political prisoner, Dee.

Now available at our home on Podbean, and gradually oozing out onto all popular and disreputable streaming platforms over the next few hours, including:

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a-detraque-barista · 5 years

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Our Haunted House

Title: Our Haunted House

Rating: M

Word Count: 5.4k

Genre: yandere, horror, smut

Warnings: cursing, yandere behaviors, mention of blood, tentacle fucking, buckets of cum, biting, marking, possessiveness, unprotected sex

Summary: On your first trip back to the Halloween Fest you ran into a quiet but attractive man. Once you get separated from your friends he can’t keep himself from touching you.

A/N: HAPPY SPOOKS DAY EVERYONE!!!! A perfect rainy day (not for trick or treaters) for Halloween and to stay home and have a Halloween Movie Marathon while eating candy and other junk food. Anyway, this is my very first smut and I hope you all like it. I also entered this in @bang-tan-bitches writing challenge, Monster Mash. So go check out all the other amazing stories posted in the challenge and show them some love and now on with tentacley Jimin 💜 💜 💜

The music box played alone on the stage. It reminded you of carnival music but there was a dark undertone to it. You were only twelve and your father decided to bring you to the annual Halloween Fest. You never got scared when someone jumped out in front of you. For some reason, you have never felt fear. Nothing ever frightened you like other people.

Your mother had voiced her concerns on more than one occasion. Calling you a freak, a monster, even going as far as a demon. She doesn’t speak to you anymore. Ignoring your existence and spending her time drinking wine and watching trash television.

The stage you sat a few rows away from had gone completely dark before a clown was in the spotlight. His makeup was done terribly. His lips were painted black which was peeling and the white paint on his face was cracking. As he smiled widely you could clearly see black smudges on his yellow teeth.

“Hello ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls!! I am your host for this evening! And tonight I welcome you to The Clowning. I did not come up with the name by the way,” he spat as he spoke with a fake speech impediment. “And now I present to you, Stabby the Prankster.”

Your father’s eyebrow raised, just as many other parents at the name. Then a clown wearing all red and black popped out from behind the curtain. A laugh similar to Woody the Woodpecker reached your ears. And just as his name entailed, he had knives in both hands. His makeup was just as terrible as the first. Instead, his eyes had red circles and his cheeks had red spots on top of the cracking white paint.

He jumped down from the stage and in front of the first row viewers. His bulging eyes looked from left to right before lunging straight ahead and swiftly slit the young boy’s throat.

Screaming followed as people began to rush towards the exit. Your father picked you up and began to run with you tightly in his arms. Pushing his way through, he got to just outside the door before stopping dead in his tracks. Everyone around the two of you gasped as they saw the dagger sticking out of his back.

Your father looked down at you and smiled weakly before dropping to his knees and before he could fall forward onto you, a family friend hoisted you onto her hip. She ran with you as you looked back to your now-dead father lying on the floor.

The clown that had thrown the knife had made his way to your dad’s body and locked gazes with you. His smile was gone and he was no longer slashing townspeople one by one. He seemed as if he was worried about something.

The clown that had claimed to be the host grabbed Stabby by the neck and threw him back into the auditorium before disappearing behind the doors himself.

“It’s going to be okay sweetie. They can’t hurt you. There’s nothing you have to worry about,” the woman carrying you said softly as you began to cry. Your father was the only one that cared about you. And you were old enough to know that.

It’s been around a decade since then. You moved out of your mother’s house into your own. You finally had your own space. Your mother didn’t talk to you much after what happened. Only a few words every couple of weeks.

As you grew older, nobody realized your dad was one of the victims. Which led you to make friends. Your best friends were Jennie and Mark, they even wanted to be your roommates. You may not live alone but you still consider this your own space, compared to your mom’s house.

You laid in your bed as you played on your phone. It was already four in the morning, but you couldn’t sleep. Nothing worked. Listening to classical music, drinking some of Jennie’s chamomile tea, tossing and turning. Now you stared at your white ceiling thinking of other ways to fall asleep.

Halloween is coming up and you had to think of ways to decorate the house. No wonder why you can’t sleep, your mind always wanders off. Still, you think about all the decorations you have in storage in the attic and think of new ones you could buy.

As you zone out you see something in the corner of your eye. Quickly looking to the side, you see nothing but your closed closet door and look back up at the ceiling to see swirling patterns begin to slither across. They were navy blue mixed with graphite grey. They were like vines twisting and curling around each other. Your eyebrows furrowed as the vine-like tendrils became bigger like they were getting closer. You feel the smooth tip of the reaching blue vine graze your nose. You attempt to sink further into the bed but as you run out of space the tendril still follows and moves to the side to comfortingly caress the side of your face. It was gentle and you could feel your eyelids becoming heavier.

Trying to fight it, you struggle to keep your eyes open. Even attempting to hit it away with your hand but another tendril grabbed your wrist, with the utmost care. It laid your hand back down softly as if it didn’t want to cause you any pain, even a little.

Your eyes were closed by the time the most soothing voice you’ve ever heard say, “You have all the power over me.”

Mark jumping onto your bed while Jennie made an alarm go off on her phone was what woke you up. Mark began to shake you violently as he laughed, “It’s one in the afternoon, lazy ass. Get up.”

You weren’t able to say anything until he finished shaking you. Even then you didn’t say anything and just groaned. Mark and Jennie both started to jump on the bed and stopped abruptly to hear what you had to say.

“Fuck you,” you swiped your leg into theirs to make them fall. Jennie landed on her back on the bed and Mark landed on the floor.

“So mean,” Mark grumbled from the floor. You sat up and leaned on your elbow to give him a blank look when he popped his head up.

“So annoying.”

Mark laid back down on the floor to sulk while Jennie turned to you, “Wanna go to the Halloween Fest with us? I know you never go but it’ll be fun.”

You got up and walked to your bathroom connected to your room, closing the door behind you. You never told them about your father being one of the victims during what they called, Hallow’s Eve Massacre. You had always thought it was a dull name. Created by none other than the group of moms that have nothing better to do than to drink overcomplicated coffee that was too expensive for their small sizes and get into other people’s business like it’s their own.

Standing at the sink you thought about the pros and cons of going. Pros. Delicious seasonal foods, haunted houses, everything scary you love, and getting out of the house with your two best friends.

Cons. Paranoia, especially of clowns and stages, people you don’t like to even be within a ten-mile radius, and going outside.

You supposed the pros outweigh the cons. Who knows, it could be fun.

You regret your decision the moment you walked through the admission stands. Looking around you saw many clowns. Or were they your former classmates? It was hard to tell. None of these-

“Ow!” Landing on your ass you ended up dropping your coffee.

“I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” The man who bumped into you kneeled down to make sure you were okay. You felt like you've seen his face before but couldn't really pinpoint where you've seen him.

"Yeah-yeah. I'm fine," you felt him begin to pull you up by your arms to stand up directly in front of him. “Are you okay? I mean I ran into you-”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Good,” you stood there awkwardly and watched as his hand soothingly rubbed your forearms. It felt comforting. His hands were warm and it seeped through your jacket and into your skin.

“Jennie, I think we’re interrupting something,” Mark joked as he leaned into Jennie’s side like he was whispering to her but spoke in a normal, almost loud voice.

Your face gained a red hue as you stepped away from the man who tried to look into your very soul, “Sorry again. I’ll try to pay more attention.” You stared at the ground and began to quickly walk away from the man.

“Please don’t. I’d love to run into you again sometime,” he called out before turning the other way and continued his path to wherever he was going. You kept walking with Jennie and Mark until you arrived at the part of the fairgrounds where they had all the rides.

First, you rode the Twirling Tangerines, inside the large oranges there was a wheel you could all turn. Then, you rode the Spider, where you sat in a cart-like box that spun as the arms lifted you up and down.

You were on your way to the haunted house when you turned to Mark, “I think I just saw-” Noticing he’s not with you, you look around the crowd to try and spot him. “Jennie, where’d Mark go?”

She turned to you and looked around as well, “How the hell could we lose him?” She took out her phone from her pocket and clicked on his contact to call him. He didn’t answer.

“We’ll have to split up and look for him,” you shrugged as you headed toward back the way you came and Jennie veering left from the way you were going.

It took almost half an hour before you get a call from Jennie, telling you she found him. She failed to mention the man that Mark had crossed paths with on his adventure.

You met them at one of the tents where they had a rigged game for people to play as stuffed animals hung from the top. You may or may not have stopped at the apple cider stand on your way to the game tent.

“Woooooow. You didn’t get us any?” Mark was obviously hurt but you didn’t really care. “You shouldn’t have wandered off like you did cause then we’d both have apple cider right now,” you took a sip of your hot drink while looking at him.

Your eyes shift to the man who you had bumped into earlier. You began to cough up the warm beverage that was trying to intrude into your lungs from your sharp intake of breath. Coughing into your sleeve, you tried to breathe again before asking, “What are you doing here?”

“Mark ran into me while I was heading toward the Baker’s Street and he was looking somewhere else,” his smile was so big it made his eyes turned into crescent moons. It almost made you want to smile. He walked closer to you before reaching out his hand to you, “My name’s Jimin. What’s yours?”

You stood there wide-eyed and shocked before snapping out of it and taking his hand. Maybe a bit too eagerly, “Y/n.” You took your hand back and turned to Mark and Jennie, “Ready for the haunted house?”

Mark groaned and Jennie gave an unconvincing “yeah” as she kind of curled into herself. You lead the way and never turned to look if Jimin had ended up following you or went ventured off somewhere else.

You didn’t really know what to do with guys. Keeping to yourself you never really talked to people. Especially guys so it was kind of new and weird for you to speak with such an attractive guy that wasn’t a close friend like Mark.

Walking up to the house you showed the wristband you got at the admissions booth to allow you to go in.

"I'm sorry sir. If you don't have a wristband then I can't let you in," the woman at the entrance practically spat the person she was talking to.

You turned around to see her speaking to Jimin and felt kind of annoyed by how she spoke to him. She didn’t really have any reason to be so rude, that you knew of. “He did have one, I saw it on his wrist a few minutes ago,” you don't know why you were vouching for this guy. You just felt like it, you guessed.

The lady reluctantly nodded him through with a sneer. He smiled politely towards her before joining your group into the dark foyer.

As a dressed up ghoul jumped out in front of you and Jimin, you did nothing but stare blankly at the man while Mark yelped and Jennie gasped. How Jimin ended up next to you, you didn't know.

Jimin noticed how the jump scare didn't frighten you. He found it intriguing, in fact. You didn’t even bat an eyelid.

“Where’s Mark?” Jimin’s head snapped to you as you looked around for your not-so-bright friend once again. Jimin began to look around with you.

“You must be fucking kidding me,” Jennie sighed before saying, “I’ll go look for him so he doesn’t make any weird friends in here.”

Leaving you and Jimin alone, you kept walking through the hallways and up the staircase. Many people attempted to scare you but none of them succeeded. And Jimin tried not to laugh at your reaction to their attempts. It’s not that he was making fun of you. He was just amused how much effort the actors put into being frightening and all they get is your eyebrow raised at most.

You felt Jimin take your hand gently and slowly tighten his grip into a comfortable hold, “I’m scared.”

Immediately, you could tell he wasn’t scared at all. He just wanted a reason to hold your hand like he was smooth. But you didn’t really have the heart to take your hand away. And you didn’t really want to. You felt him come closer to you bit by bit until your shoulders were rubbing against each other.

“You wouldn’t mind if I held you would you?” Jimin broke the eerie silence that sat between you two.

“Why do you want to?” you found the question odd but weren’t completely opposed to it. You weren’t a hoe but he just made you feel comfortable.

“Cause I want to get closer to you.”

“But you’re already close to me,” you smiled. “I suppose.”

He reciprocated your smile and let go of your hand to wrap around your shoulders. He tugged you closer so you were tucked into his side. The warmth from his body kept you from shivering because of the freezing temperatures inside the building.

Seeing a door crack open not far down the hallway, you expected someone to jump out of the room. Getting close enough to look into the bedroom, no one jumped out. Jimin noticed your interest in the room and peeked inside with you. The only thing in the room was a wardrobe, a desk, a king-sized bed, and a mirror hanging in front of the desk. All were caked with dust.

“Must be an extra room they decided not to use,” you concluded before you took a glance at Jimin, only to meet his eyes. You quickly looked away and awkwardly scanned the room.

All you heard were his footsteps before feeling his grip your arm to turn you towards him, “Keep your eyes on me.”

Your cheeks felt like the sun had been shining on them for hours. And as he demanded, you kept your eyes on him. The thumb on the hand that rested on the side of your face came up to slightly pull down your bottom lip.

“You wouldn’t mind, right?” he said quietly then bit his lip while looking at yours.

Shaking your head gently, Jimin kissed you without a second thought. It was rough and hungry. He didn’t hold back for a second. Licking your lips, practically begging for access. You parted your lips slightly and that’s all he needed to slip his tongue into your mouth. No inch was left untouched. He started to walk forward making you walk back until the back of your knees hit the bed.

After falling back on the bed, Jimin practically ripped off his thick black hoodie, showing the loose white shirt beneath. It was thin and the neckline hung well below his collarbones. The hoodie landed somewhere by the door as he got down on the floor on his knees. He gently took hold of the waistband on your pants before pulling them down slowly. As they pooled around your ankles, he came back up to start peppering kisses along your inner thighs.

“I’m sorry baby girl, I would take my time with you but I can’t wait anymore,” his voice was thick with arousal as he tore off your shoes, socks, and pants. “I need to have you.”

Jimin ripped your panties from your waist and fell to the floor in shreds, “I’ll get you new ones.”

Trailing more kisses down your thighs he got closer and closer to your core. His fingers began to skim over your folds and dip between them to land right on your clit. Rubbing small circles around it, his soft lips were at the apex of your thigh.

He was so gentle with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. Adored, impatient, excited. Personally, you were never the vanilla type.

Jimin was so close to your core, so close. But he pulled away at the last second. You whined, at which Jimin laughed at, as he pulled his shirt off from over his head. Tossing his shirt away he climbed back up your body.

“There’s something I need to show you,” Jimin’s eyes were dark with excitement as he hovered over you.

Your puzzled look was all he needed to continue to show what he meant. He was groaning as his head hung and his expression made it seem like he was in pain. You didn’t understand what was happening until you saw the tendrils coming out from his back. They were cobalt blue. Two were thinner than the other two. They grew and grew towards the ceiling but stopped just short of it. Once they were straight, as if they were stretching, they curled back down towards you and Jimin. They floated in the air and you stared at them. You weren’t appalled. No, you were...curious. You would’ve never thought he was anything other than human.

It’s not like you believed in aliens and werewolves it’s just you the type of person that thought, maybe they do exist, maybe they don’t. It looks like they do.

“Are you gonna fuck me with those or not?” you said half-joking.

“You’re not disgusted? Horrified?” Jimin could not believe what he was hearing. You wanted him to fuck you with his tentacles. You wanted him.

“No, why would I be? I’m surprised and I have some questions but those can wait till later. Don’t you think?” you answered honestly and looked Jimin in the eyes while you said it. And after you said it, the tendrils behind Jimin visibly relaxed.

Jimin’s eyes lit up for only a second before he attacks your neck with his pillowy lips. One of the smaller tentacles reaches down between your legs causing you to get surprised and you try to close them. Jimin sucks on your neck harder as he held your legs open with his right hand, “It’s okay, jagi. I’ll make you feel good.”

As Jimin nibbles on a particularly sensitive spot, you moaned. He almost came right then and there. Your voice was already music to his ears. But your moans? Absolutely heavenly. He tried his best to keep his body from shaking from the numerous shivers. Part of him couldn’t even believe that this was happening. He was touching you, breathing in your scent, pleasuring you. It was his dreams coming true and he was intoxicated with everything you.

The tentacle between your legs began to rub your clit faster than what Jimin did. More moans started to escape you and your head tilted back into the pillows. Jimin was still making his way all-around your neck, making sure he was marking your neck thoroughly.

You felt the other small tendril circling your entrance. Becoming coated with your arousal. It slowly began to enter, inch by inch. It was about the same thickness as your trusty vibrator at home so you stretched to its girth with ease. Its smooth texture slipped past your walls effortlessly.

Jimin was starting to groan the deeper the tendril went. His breath became heavy as he nuzzled his face into your neck, “Jagi~ you’re so tight around him. I can’t wait until my cock is inside your hot cunt. Can I, jagiya?”

“Yes, please. I want you to fuck me,” you said brokenly in between moans.

Jimin sat up and quickly unbuttoned his pants and took them off swiftly. The two larger tentacles reached down to you and took off your coat and shirt. You arched from the building pressure in your abdomen just in time for them to take your bra off.

The tentacle fucking you took up a hastened pace. It was starting to go deeper and deeper with every thrust. The knot in your lower stomach grew tauter. Jimin kissed you feverishly and swallowed your moans as you got closer to the peak. The very last thrust of the tendril made you come the hardest you’ve ever came before. You felt the tendril in your stomach as it spurted. As did every other tentacle and even Jimin’s cock was spewing out cum.

Jimin’s moan was getting you excited again. It was deep and guttural. You were panting as you felt full of his cum and felt more cum on your chest and stomach.

“I didn’t know all of them had cum,” you chuckled as you regained your breath.

Jimin laughs with you, “Now you know how I felt the first time I jerked off.”

His statement made you laugh harder as both of you came down from your highs. The appendage slowly began to pull out of your cum-filled cunt. You whimpered from the sensitivity. Jimin’s cum flowed out of your entrance before Jimin plugged you up with the tip of his cock.

Feeling the head, you realized just how big Jimin was. Being too distracted to notice earlier. Jimin could tell your realization by your expression.

“What’s the matter, jagi? Never had anyone this big before?” Jimin knows he was being a tease. Even though he doesn’t want to even think about the others who’ve touched you. Only he can touch you like this. He’s the only one who can pleasure you.

You knew what he was doing. He was getting smug. But you didn’t really have the patience to play games with him.

“Who knows.”

Jimin’s smirk fell as yours grew. Jimin stared into your eyes as he slammed his entire length into you in one thrust.

“You know I’ve stuffed you full. I don’t think there’s even any room for one of my tentacles. I can feel how I’m stretching you,” Jimin wasn’t going to let you win this one.

He wrapped his arms around your waist to bring you with him as he sat back on his heels. Your chest heaved from his massive girth inside you. One small tendril wrapped around your wrists and held them above your head, the other small one began to circle at your puckered hole while a larger one spread your right cheek to give it room. And lastly, the last, larger tentacle curled around one of your breasts.

Jimin slowly pulled out his thick cock before slamming back into your hot cunt. His moans mixed with yours as his pace became faster. Soon he was slamming in and out of you at a bruising pace. The appendage at your tight hole caught some of yours and Jimin’s combined cum and lubed you up.

At first, it only dipped in its tip. After a few thrusts, it started to go further. Still taking on a slow pace, it steadily enlarged your hole.

Jimin’s right arm let go of your waist to support himself above you as he leaned forward. He was still pistoning in and out of you with no intention of slowing down. Hair stuck to his forehead as did yours. Moans left you uncontrollably as both of your holes were being fucked and your tit was being gripped.

You felt the pressure on your breast vanish before feeling the said tendril slither up your neck. You hear Jimin breathe out a laugh as he saw his appendage shyly touch you.

“I think he wants to know if you could suck him,” Jimin smirked, knowing that’s exactly what it wanted.

Opening your mouth, the tendril appeared to become a light blue as it took the invitation. You felt the tentacle practically purr from the wetness and warmth from your mouth. It thrusted into you languidly. Not going very deep so it wouldn’t hurt you.

“Look at you. Being a slut for me. All your holes are filled with parts of me.”

His thrusts were becoming sloppy. And the tendril in your mouth was going down into your throat until you were gagging with every plunge. Your ass was so stretched out you knew that there was going to be a gap now. Maybe not a large one but there will be one. And Jimin was still pounding your swollen cunt with his massive girth.

The tendril around your wrists let go to reach down to rub your clit in quick, small circles. You’re loud, almost screaming moans were muffled by the deep throating appendage.

You could feel you were getting so close to your release. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach building. By Jimin’s groans growing louder and his sloppy pace, you tell he was close too.

He opened his eyes to see your body being completely surrounded by him. He let his arm fall around your waist again but he laid his head between your tits and put the rest of his energy into the last few hard pumps and stilled as he felt your walls flutter around him.

Your eyes rolled into your skull and Jimin squeezed his eyes closed tightly. Your walls milked Jimin’s cock as it pulsed and shot cum inside you. You felt all the tentacles pulse out cum into your throat, ass, and onto your clit and mound.

Reaching up to Jimin’s hair, you carded your fingers through the strands. Both of you were trying to calm your breathing down. Jimin was still coming but the tendril down your throat pulled out so you could breathe more easily.

Jimin began to kiss your sternum after he came down from his high. You glanced down and back up, only to glance down again to notice a visible bulge in your stomach, that's still growing.

"How much cum do you have?!" you exclaimed as you watched it grow bit by bit.

"Don't pretend you don't like it," Jimin's smug attitude was still there as he knew he was right by your silence.

Jimin reluctantly pulled out of you and he didn’t mind how much cum was pouring out of your cunt. He knew there were going to be many more times like this. And that’s when he’ll worry about keeping you plugged up but for now, he just wanted to fall asleep next to you.

He pulled your exhausted body back up to the pillows with using the help from his now sky blue tentacles before they slowly retracted back into the slits in his back.

“We should probably go, Mark and Jennie might be worried about us,” trying to sit up Jimin pulled you back down.

“No need to be in a hurry, jagi. You’re too exhausted to go out looking for him-them right?” Jimin brushed the hair from your forehead so he could see your eyes more clearly.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s just hope none of the employees find us,” you huffed out a laugh as you snuggled further into the covers.

Jimin wrapped his arms around you and entangled his legs with yours. He wasn’t able to even doze off until you were sound asleep. He tried not to think about what just happened so he wouldn’t become hard and wake you up. He needed the whole night to transform this place back to the original with how worn out he is.

“Goodnight jagi. Tomorrow you’ll start your new life here with me. In our own haunted house.”

You woke up to Jimin hugging you tightly beneath the warm blanket that you had dirtied just a few hours ago. Your muscles didn’t want to make any effort to move so you had to lay there until you had the energy to get up and get dressed. Stretching out your legs a bit you felt a crack somewhere in your spine. You’re puzzled about how that would affect your back but you don’t worry about it. Nuzzling back into Jimin’s neck, you finally remembered Jennie and Mark being in the house with you. They must have gone home without you given how long it’s been.

They were adults, no reason to really worry about them. You tucked the blanket over your shoulder to hide from the cold draft. Jimin felt you moving around so he got impossibly closer to you and pulled the blanket up to his neck so it covered most of your head.

You groaned and tilted your head up causing your chin to rest on his chest making your lips pout. He cracked an eye open to see what you were doing. Seeing your sleepy, pouty face made him let out a breathy chuckle.

Jimin leaned down to kiss your forehead, “Did you sleep well?” He continued his kisses all over your face, moving down to reach your nose.

“Mm-hm,” your eyes were still closed when you thought about what it was. “Do you know what time it is?”

“No,” he kept smothering your face in kisses.

“I have to go home soon.”

“No.”

“No? I kinda do. I need clean clothes, I need a shower, and I need to check up on Jennie and Mark,” you began to untangle yourself from Jimin’s arms and legs only to have him roll you over to lay on you. “Jimin~ I have to get up,” laughing you tried to roll back over Jimin had you completely pinned.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said quietly into your ear before he kissed right below your lobe. “My marks are fading already, stay still.”

You huffed as he darkened the already almost purple hickeys on your neck, “After this, you have to get off me so I can go home.”

“But you can’t go home. You live here now, with me,” he pushed himself up with his forearms on the mattress. His eyes were stone. But they were warm as they bore into yours. “You’re not leaving me.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” you whispered as you maintained eye contact. “How can either of us live here when it’s just a stage for townspeople to dress up and scare people?”

“It seems, you haven’t noticed the change in the room,” Jimin smirked as his eyes left yours to scan the room, causing you to follow his actions.

The room was no longer a dirty beige with dust-covered furniture. It’s the same exact room except, it was gray. Everything in the room was gray beside you two. The window that had light from the fair shining through was completely blacked out. And the mirror above the desk was completely shattered. Little to no pieces remained in the frame.

“Besides, your friends tried to find us but they kind of got trapped,” He laid back down next to you and rested his head on his hand. “So there’s no need to worry about them, sweetheart.”

You pushed his arm off and swung your legs onto the floor but you felt the familiar wetness from one of Jimin’s tentacles wrap around your abdomen. It made you sit back down and pulled you back to Jimin.

“It’s true that you have all the power over me. However, that doesn’t mean I’ll let you go.”

Your heart undoubtedly fluttered.

#park jimin #bts jimin #yandere!bts #yandere bts x reader #yandere jimin #yandere jimin x reader #jimin smut #possessive jimin #possessive bts #bts smut #tentacle smut #tentacles #halloween #monster mash

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gardens-of-gehenna · 3 years

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Egg Rot ~Thoughts~

You know, I’m bored at work and have a few hours left in my shift, we can do this now. I’m on mobile, so I’ll re-format it when I get home if this ends up looking bad.

I was looking for FR fanmade items using some of the egg rot images (couldn’t find any, RIP, I’ll have to make them myself ig), reblogged something relating to egg rot, and left the fact that I have ideas about the mechanic in the tags. So why the hell not actually brainstorm it?

Egg Rot, but like, Newfangled.

In the past, when you had a nest, you had to be sure to incubate that shit daily or else your eggs were subject to rotting, meaning the egg died and wouldn’t hatch. This was a mechanic during the early times of FR (2013), but was removed.... and I’m suggesting we actually have egg rot again. Yeah, seriously. We want to discard nests already, right? So what if Eggies could rot and nest sizes were not 100% guaranteed?

It’s not a 10/10 fantastic idea by any means, ok, people would rage at me if I posted this on Suggestions, I know it. But here are my concepts:

Egg Rot cannot apply to 1 egg nests. You’re already hella unlucky to get that 1 egg only, so you’re guaranteed to hatch the kiddo.

Egg Rot will always leave a minimum of one egg behind. You are not going to lose all your eggs/waste the breeding CDs of your Wildclaws or Coatls and get nothing out of it.

Egg Rot has a small percent chance of happening to eggs unless you incubate your nest. And again, it will always leave a minimum of 1 dragon.

Incubation would last as long as you want to hold a nest. Simply put, you can’t hatch a nest until the 5 days are over as usual, but the incubate button remains. So after the minimum incubation time, the button shows up and you can choose to “incubate” or “hatch.”

OR, after the minimum incubation time, risk of egg rot is gone. As soon as you could feasibly hatch the nest, you can hang onto it for months if that’s what you desire. I like this one because it does not punish people with no space to hatch right away/specific date desires.

Most nests would hatch with eggs intact. The concept is not to punish people who suck at staying up-to-date with things, I’m literally one of those people, but to decrease the overall numbers of dragons being hatched constantly and to add a little chance to the hatching of eggs beyond just eyes.

Scroll of Egg Revival, Scroll of Nest Protection. The former revives all eggs in a rotted nest before hatching. The latter protects a nest from any egg rot occurring. These items are sold for a high amount of treasure AND/OR a lower amount of gems. (I’m in favor of some items existing in both the Gem and Treasure MPs. That’s a discussion for another day and still has many flaws.) Nothing you can’t get in a few days of Fairgrounds, but enough to make constantly protecting fodder nests not be worth the money. 100kt? 150kt? Not sure.

Scroll of Induce Rot?! Ok, this one is a WAY out of left field idea, but this scroll would induce rot in up to [nest total - 1] eggs. In effect, it allows you to determine the number of eggs in a nest by “rotting” up to 4 (in a 5-egg nest) eggs. You will ALWAYS have one egg hatch if you put dragons on a nest. This one is like “who would need that?” But... ok, fine. It’s me, I need that. 🤣

But the game is a little iffy about dragons suffering, isn’t the lore here not in compliance with that? Egg rot is a natural phenomenon, but FR is not a site that’s lore always obeys real-life nature. That means, lore-wise, we can interpret this any way we want. In canon, the egg rot could just be a powerful dragon being called to join their god’s force of Exalted dragons (not as a dom thing, but just as a lore thing). If the Scroll of Induce Rot existed, you would be “offering the dragon within to the gods” in a manner akin to exalting (lore-wise only!) and the egg would collapse (rot) without a dragon within. That’s the simple version of a suffering-free lore explanation!

So I know this concept could mess with nest rentals. If I was renting out one of my plague nests and screwed up incubation, YOU might suffer. Not perfectly certain how to manage that in this case, beyond the restoration scrolls (if you mess it up, you pay, nest lenders).

ANYWAY, I just like brainstorming site ideas sometimes. 🤣 I’m sure you can find 1,000 flaws in this idea, but yeah. It was a fun thought experiment, basically, “what if egg rot was re-implemented now, how would you like to see it done?”

#fr #FR egg rot #flight rising ideas #this will not happen so it feels safe to play with the concept of ‘if it did’#lmao I bet this wouldn’t be easy to code either #but what do I know.#nothing. I know nothing.

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fluffypeachwriting · 4 years

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heres a completely unrelated post but the writing nerd in me was thinking as ive been studying

some people just dont get romance (read more bc i ended up rambling a lot)

see, i read breakfast at tiffany’s recently and i was like “wow that was a really interesting look into what’s behind the glamour of a 50′s(?) starlet” and i read reviews and people were calling it a romance novel and im like ??? where is the romance?? where is the pinache?? holly is a 19-year-old incomprehensible sugar baby who is a former child bride and ends up escaping the high life bc it drove her like insane?? where is the romance ??

oh my god and dont even get me started on wuthering heights,, i love that novel because its so wild and weird and it infuriates me when people are like “omg catherine and heathcliff are the perfect couple” like they were adopted siblings wtf is wrong with you??? and even if they werent their relationship was pretty weird like catherine saying “I am heathcliff” like no cath you are 17 do not kin your brother im drawing the line,, also any tv series/film that whitewashes heathcliff, when they literally say he has dark skin in his introduction, is gonna catch these hands

and currently im writing about love, simon for my course work and they get it!! (spoilers) simon and bram having their first kiss at a fairground realising they can be themselves around each other without having to be behind a screen anymore?? perfect

simons friends were a little shitty too and not only because i knew someone who was almost exactly like leah which annoyed me

#im just a tired creative writing student

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danganronpedits-archived · 4 years

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hiya! i love the way you do kin matchups so i would like to request one. danganronpa and its fangames please owo im your friendly neighborhood gremlin with a love for mischief. i like purposefully annoying and pissing people of bc its funny. i used to be a malicious jerk, but have been taking steps to be a better person. despite being extroverted and friendly, i dont get attached to others easily. oh also i love birds and fairgrounds/circuses. thank you, knock yourself out

ooh... haha, you sound really different from a lot of the anons i’ve gotten! thank you so much for requesting(and for the compliment ^^;), this was veery fun to plan out! hope you enjoy it :)!

from danganronpa, i first match you with...

kokichi ouma!

just to start off- that owo???? i just??? you mean to tell me that kokichi WOULDN’T use that? starting off, both of you are total gremlins. ingame, i mean, spoilers and whatnot, but kokichi literally runs a gang based around mischief and pranks. the fact that his gang is dedicated to that and only that i feel like is something else you have in common- while kokichi ingame can definitely be malicious, this is likely because, well, it’s a killing game. more specifically, one that basically no one trusts until the first murder happens and everything is suddenly real. i’m not trying to excuse his actions in it, but i feel like if he had that same personality of his outside of the game, there would be less of a need to be so distrustful and harsh towards others- after all, the outside world is intimidating and threatening, but there’s a lot more places to run to if someone wants to kill you, rather than in one single academy. sorry, i kind of went off on a tangent!

the two of you are rather extroverted, and while he’s not exactly friendly, he has this demeanor that implies that he’s going to be a sweet, adorable little guy. not saying that that’s you, but you know! the two of you seem very energetic, at least from your typing style, though that may not translate into real life. he loves getting on other people’s nerves for his own entertainment, ie kiibo. i would also say that he doesn’t get very close to others easily, as we see with both the cast of the killing game. plus, this is more theorising, as kokichi is strongly implied to be an orphan, that’s also something that causes trust issues/trouble getting close to people in victims of this, as, well, they weren’t able to be taught those kinds of bonds. again, i’m not saying that you’re an orphan, but that’s something the two of you are very likely to have in common. finally, i mean, dice has a clown aesthetic. he definitely likes fairgrounds/circuses.

from danganronpa another, i match you with...

satsuki iranami!

satsuki is definitely one that jumped to my mind right away. quick one, she’s literally the ultimate clown- she loves circuses! plus, the owo. how can i resist pointing it out. while i wouldn’t say she intentionally bothers others for the sake of comedy, it’s more like... a lot of her comedy can come off as annoying occasionally, just because it’s so clownlike,(who would’ve guessed, haha) which is such a niche art in my opinion. i think both of you are very energetic and extroverted, as well as friendly, but neither of you seem to get particularly attached to the people around you- at the least, satsuki doesn’t seem to express it. you both do seem extroverted and friendly, but i think that lack of attachment to people can make you seem insensitive or rude at times, as it’s a bit harder for satsuki to be personal and genuine with someone. i wouldn’t be surprised if you share that with her.

satsuki, being a clown, is definitely someone who i think would have a love for mischief- i kind of teeter totter between the headcanon that she can appreciate all kinds of performance and comedy, versus her being like... an entertainment purist that only sees clownery as the valid kind. but regardless, a lot of the circus aesthetic is based around mischief and playing with people’s perceptions, so she seems like she’d have a fondness for mischief too! satsuki also, just from her talking about her inferiority with her siblings, could be someone i see as having more roughness or rudeness thanks to that insecurity. that’s just a headcanon, as we don’t know too much of her past from my knowledge, but it doesn’t seem too unlikely. obviously, she’s a better person now/she always has been the person we see ingame, so we don’t know exactly. linuj feed us more satsuki info 2k20

from super danganronpa another 2, i match you with...

hibiki otonokoji!

hibiki and kotoko were really hard for me to pick from between these two, but as you can see, the former won out! hibiki Has The Gremlin EnergyTM, in my eyes, and she does use... the cursed owo. while i wouldn’t exactly say hibiki’s one for mischief, she does take on a form of that- her half-jokingly picking on people is what i’d consider to be this. some of these comments do come from malice, as she has her own insecurities that she hasn’t quite worked through yet. i definitely don’t blame her for having these, and if you relate to her i don’t blame you for having them, as there are several good reasons as to why she’s been held back. however, we see ingame that she does have a lot of potential to grow, like how you’ve talked about becoming a better person that’s less driven by just rudeness. in fact, she can become rather kind to other people- of course, her efforts and growth are cut off, but still...

hibiki does enjoy, at least at the beginning of the game, picking on people and bothering them. i’d say that this is for a mix of both her amusement, and as a defense mechanism. her sister has likely caused her trust issues, which makes it harder for her to really get close to people. after all, we see exactly this ingame. setsuka, and i suppose her sister, are really the only people that she’s able to trust at first, despite having a cheery and extroverted demeanor. i think that she does have a lot of potential to trust others and be open, but this potential tends to get stifled by her environment. also, finally, we don’t really know her thoughts on a lot of her hobbies/interests i don’t think? but like, birds sing, and she’s a vocalist. maybe there’s a connection there?

it’s time for minor matchups! however, i’ve specially noted hiyoko saionji for someone that you’d remind me of strongly in the past. otherwise, from danganronpa, you somewhat remind me of kotoko utsugi, genocider syo(not too much of toko), and miu iruma! and also, you remind me a tad of monaca towa. from the danganronpa another series, you remind me of setsuka chiebukuro!

gah,, i feel like that was really long haha. hopefully it was alright, though! please remember that you know best, anon, and that if you’d like anything in this post changed, please let me know! (also, requests are open again!)

-mod tsu

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