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free-pancakes · 3 years

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Dreams and Nightmares

Summary: LeviHan Canon-Divergence fic

Hange barely survives the final fight against Eren, and is saved by inheriting the Beast Titan from Zeke Yeager in the end. However, the Scouts soon find that this would come with a heavy price--particularly at Levi's expense.

Chapter 8/? Chapter 7 Chapter 6 Chapter 5 Chapter 4 Chapter 3 Chapter 2 Chapter 1

crossposted to ao3 here: link

notes: sorry for such a late update. this also turned out much longer than expected. it's real fluffy though, and quite self-indulgent, but hope you all like it!

CHAPTER 8:

“Was he really that important to her?”

The words echoed in Zeke’s mind as he continued to watch the memory unfold before him.

Hange returned to the room with a steaming hot mug in her hand, and carefully handed it to Levi. She watched in anticipation as he took a quick sniff and sipped on the tea.

“Not bad,” he whispered. And at that, Hange’s face lit up, and it took all her might not to let out a loud “Yahoo!” in her excitement—she heard Levi was quite particular with his tea, and she was feeling absolutely ecstatic that he didn’t spit it right out.

Levi soon fell quiet, satisfied with the drink. Hange sat down at the desk right next to him, keeping him company as she scribbled away in one of her notebooks where she kept notes on her titan research, often speaking her thoughts out loud. While listening, Levi’s eyelids began to droop. To Zeke, he seemed... almost as though he was fighting sleep just to listen to her for a little longer.

The memory soon dissipated, Zeke finding himself standing in a new setting—a gigantic ballroom lay before him, the massive chandeliers glowing dimly above him, hundreds of people wearing ornate, traditional-looking suits and gowns. A sign by his side read, “Annual Sina Military Ball”.

Zeke walked around, trying to find Hange but instead found Levi standing alone, a small cloth bag in his hands.

“The previous commander?” Zeke said under his breath as Erwin and two others approached Levi, clearly teasing him.

“Guys, please. And Mike, shut the fuck up.”

“I’m just sayin, if she turns you down, you can join me. Open bar this year yknow?”

“Mike, stop stressing him out!” Nanaba replied, swatting Mike on the shoulder as he laughed.

Erwin stood behind Levi, grabbed him by the shoulders and gently pushed him into the crowd.

“Just go already, she’ll love it.”

As Levi walked into the crowd, the three huddled together.

“He’s hopeless isn’t he?” Nanaba sighed.

“Yup. Erwin and I will wait at the bar,” Mike answered.

Zeke walked behind Levi into the crowd of people, until he saw him hesitate before tapping the shoulder of someone in a long navy blue gown shimmering with gold. Big, beautiful brown curls turned to reveal... Hange?

Zeke’s jaw dropped—he barely even recognized her.

“Oh! Levi! Aw I’m sorry—“ She itched at the fabric on her side. “I wish they’d let me wear a suit or something to one of these things, all this traditional wear or whatever is too much, but I mean your suit doesn’t even look comfortable either! Man, I just—“

Hange paused as soon as she noticed the small cloth bag in Levi’s hands.

“Oh? What’s that! What do you got there?”

His heart was thumping so loud, he was sure Hange could hear it. He reached into the bag, to pull out a yellow hair clip—it was his mother’s.

Hange’s eyes grew wide and nearly sparkled in the low light, and she smiled as Levi pulled the strands of hair from her face, and held it up to the side of her head with the clip.

“Not bad,” Levi said under his breath, his heart almost stopping at how stunning she really was. Hange gave him a quick hug hiding the blush suddenly reaching her cheeks, and the hug sent Levi’s head spinning. She then reached out her hand—

“Levi, the orchestra’s playing my favorite! Let’s show them all what a proper slow dance looks like!”

Levi rolled his eyes, but took Hange’s hand, accompanying her to the dance floor.

Sand began to fall like a curtain in front of Zeke, wiping the scene away to the open sky, sun setting peacefully in the horizon above the water. The smell of salt tickled at his nose, and he stood ankle deep in ocean water. Young voices sounded from behind him.

“We probably should get going soon, right? The sun’s already setting.”

“Aw Jean, just let them have a moment. I haven’t seen them this happy in such a long time.”

“Sasha, Captain Levi never looks happy!”

“Connie shush! You can tell he’s happy underneath! Come on, just look!”

Hange and Levi stood knee deep in the water, and Hange held up a small, cream-colored conch shell. Levi’s face scrunched up in disgust as she held it towards him, but she pulled him close by the shoulder while trying to reassure him, and held up the shell next to his ear. Zeke waded in a bit closer to hear what they were saying.

“You can hear the ocean inside the shell! It’s something I read about once.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Come on, Levi! Just listen.” And when he finally did, his eyes lit up ever so slightly, his mouth just partially agape.

“So you’ll always remember our first trip to the sea,” Hange said. And before she could hand the shell to Levi, she dipped it into the water letting it fill up, and splashed him with what collected inside.

“What the hell, Hange!” Levi grumbled, kicking water back at her. Splashes back and forth escalated so much that they had gotten absolutely soaked—Hange laughed as she tackled Levi into the sea, the two coughing and giggling stupidly as the rest of the kids ran back into the water to join them.

Once again, sand whisked away the scene and Zeke was now standing in a balcony, overlooking a courtyard. He looked back to see what was going on inside—another ball? He then looked down to see Hange and Levi standing together out in the venue’s garden. They looked a bit more mature, older. And Hange was wearing an eyepatch—it must have been a different memory from before.

Zeke heard footsteps coming from the hallway behind him.

“I’m telling you, Mikasa, smelling someone’s hair during a hug means they love them!”

“I guess now that you say it, I suppose that could be true…”

The two walked out past Zeke, and leaned their elbows on the balcony together, looking down at the courtyard and garden. They gasped and crouched when they saw who was standing down there.

“I’ve never seen Sasha so nervous! She wanted to dance with Niccolo, so I took the hair clip off and put it on her—yknow for the confidence boost. I hope that’s okay, Levi?”

Levi looked at Hange, and tucked her loose strands of hair behind her ear. “I like it better on you, but I suppose Sasha needs it tonight, then.”

A new song echoed from the orchestra inside—Zeke recognized it to be the same from the earlier military ball memory.

Levi reached out his hand, just how Hange did before.

Hange giggled and grabbed his hand, pulling Levi close, practically in a hug as they swayed together. She leaned into him, her cheek pressed against his forehead.

“New shampoo, huh? Lavender—you know that’s my favorite, right?”

Jean and Mikasa heads snapped towards each other, their eyes locked and faces red in realization.

“Hange-san smelled his hair—“

Mikasa slapped a hand over Jean’s mouth.

“Shush, they’ll hear. Let’s go before they notice us—“

The scene quickly changed, and it was quite jarring for Zeke this time around.

He found himself staring into the face of his past self, sitting miles above Liberio inside the war balloon the Scouts had taken control of. This time, he could see the room where Hange and Levi walked off to after hearing about a fallen soldier named Sasha, or something like that.

Levi stared at Hange, in his eyes a mix of worry and anger stirring inside him.

“Stop looking at me like that, Levi,” she said curtly, clearly trying to hold herself together.

“Hange…” Levi urged.

He watched her hands shake as she reached into a first aid kit from her bag, pulling out a half used tube of wound ointment—the same one she had always used on him.

“C’mere,” she beckoned, and Levi obliged begrudgingly, letting Hange pull down his shirt slightly to apply the ointment to the lacerations on his shoulder. He watched Hange biting her lip—he knew she was holding back the tears, trying to “look strong” for everyone else, but he thought that was utterly stupid. She was allowed to have feelings… Commander or not.

“Hange…”

“I’m fine, Levi, would you stop pestering me already??” She barked back, though still maintaining her gentle touch as she tended to his wounds. She continued in silence until they landed.

Hange and Levi left the back room, standing together outside the door as the Scouts filed out with Zeke and Eren. Oyankopon nodded at them both, and left. Lastly, Jean, Mikasa, Armin, and Connie, holding Sasha’s body, all of them a tear-ridden mess. Both Levi and Hange saluted them as they walked past.

Hange started to follow behind them but Levi took hold of her hand. She didn’t look back.

“I’m okay, Levi. Really. I have to—“

Levi pulled her and ushered back into the room, now that everyone was gone.

“Go be okay in there for awhile. I’ll stand outside.”

Before she could protest, he gently closed the door behind him, and stood guard outside of it. He knew it was exactly what Hange needed.

From behind the door, there were muffled sounds of glass breaking, boxes thrown, and anguished wailing.

Zeke watched as Levi stood unmoving from the door his head down, biting his lip as a few tears ran down his face.

The memory faded and Zeke was now in a small office. Levi sat before him, holding a familiar cream-colored conch shell. He lifted it up to his ear, listening, and maybe, just maybe, a smile began to form on his lips.

A quick, loud knock on the door startled him, and he hastily shoved the shell into a drawer, slamming it shut.

“Levi, quick!”

He stood up frazzled.

“What’s wrong??”

“A camera, Onyankopon got us a session with a camera!”

“Hange… what the hell is a camera? And you know I don’t trust all these Marley things…”

Hange gave him a big pout. “Aww, Levi! Come on, it takes photographs! Like the one in Eren’s father’s notebook! The one of his old family?”

“My family photo…” Zeke thought, his own past memories now aching at his chest.

The memory dissolved, but the same scenery returned, unchanged. Yet this time, Levi was holding a framed photograph in his hand—a picture of him standing next to Hange seated, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. He looked tired, a light shade of purple hugging the skin under his eyes. But when Levi laid his eyes on the photo, his face lit up with a genuine smile as he stared.

Then once again, a quick, loud knock on the door startled him, and he quickly stuffed the photo into the backpack sitting at his feet.

“Hey, Levi! You busy?”

Levi stared back at Hange, both need and sadness swimming in his eyes.

“I know Levi… but I brought you a surprise!”

She pulled from behind her a white, spherical object, and held it out for Levi to see.

“A… baseball?” Zeke said under his breath, emotions tugging at his chest.

“Hange… this is the last afternoon we spend together just us—God knows long I’ll have to watch Zeke in the forest before I get to see you again…” He said, avoiding eye contact with Hange.

“Don’t you trust me, Levi?”

Levi continued to look down towards his backpack, fiddling at it with his foot, only stopping when he felt Hange’s hands on his cheeks, and a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“Do you really have to ask me that, Hange?”

She laughed, the sound of it bringing Levi comfort. She backed up and held her hand out towards him, a smile on her face, her eyes beckoning him to come with her. And of course, Levi sighed, and took her hand.

They walked outside, a clearing in the patch of trees next to the barracks.

“Here take this, they’re called mitts! Helps soften the blow when you catch, since the baseball is pretty hard.” Levi took one and wore it.

“So I read a bunch of different Marley novels, and for some reason, playing catch is such a common kind of bonding time? Between a parent and child, or between friends? A symbolic kind of theme, maybe? I thought it was fascinating!”

Levi looked at the baseball—“So what… we just, throw the thing back and forth? And what? We’ll magically become friends??”

Hange threw her head back and laughed. “Good one, Levi! We’re already friends! So, hm, how about we just throw it back and forth for now? If it gets too boring well, we could always just drop it. Sounds like a plan?”

As soon as Levi nodded, Hange grinned and ran a distance away. She waved to make sure Levi was ready, and lobbed the ball over to him, landing with a satisfying thump as it hit Levi’s mitt. He picked it up and ran his fingers over the red laces, and soon pitched it back to Hange a bit too far, so she ran and dove for it, catching it just before it hit the grass.

“Hange be careful!”

She laughed in excitement, and got up to throw it back.

Before long, they were throwing for hours, talking about anything and everything. Sharing memories that hadn’t been touched in years, laughing over inside jokes, the 104th kids, and their past, beloved friends.

Their voices began to fade, and Zeke strained to listen, calmed by how comfortable their conversation felt, comforted by the sound of the baseball hitting their mitts, back and forth.

Soon, the memory went black, a burst of light, and he was back.

Paths.

And there was Hange, laying down in front of him with her back towards him, the sand no longer black surrounding her.

“H-Hange?” Zeke asked.

Hange didnt’ turn around to face him.

“So, you saw all that then too, huh?”

“I… did. Sorry, they seemed like private memories,” he answered cautiously, careful to guard himself if Hange decided to fight him again.

“No harm, Zeke. Not like that was your fault.” She finally sat up, sniffling and wiping away residual tears.

“But we do have to thank Levi—he got us out of a potential mess.” She ran her hands through the sand, now colored a bright white. “Susceptible to our emotions huh. Could have been a disaster.”

Hange caught on quick, Zeke thought. But something she said bothered him a bit—

“What do you mean, thank Levi, though?” Zeke asked, genuinely confused as to how she thought he played any part in getting her out of the black sand ordeal just now.

Hange smiled, knowing exactly what Levi must have done. The box of things she had him pick up—he probably opened it.

“Not bad, Shorty,” she whispered to herself.

She laughed to herself again, but soon stopped as she saw Zeke holding out his hand in front of her.

“Are you… are you deciding to help me?”

Zeke’s chest tightened as he thought about all the memories he had just seen. He was angry at how much it moved him, both personally, and objectively—Hange and Levi had a history he never imagined existed between them, based on what he knew about them prior.

With his free hand, he pinched at the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He hated that he wanted to help. But he couldn’t deny it—he felt for Hange.

“Yeah,” Zeke replied. “Let’s figure this out, together.”

Hange grinned excitedly, and grabbed Zeke’s hand.

#levihan #levihan fanfic #levi ackerman #hange zoe #levi x hange #hanji zoe #dreams and nightmares #D&N #chapter 8

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xnchxntmxnt · 3 years

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birthday event!

So my birthday is coming up soon! I decided (after a couple confidence boosts from some friends) that running a birthday event would be fun!

to answer any questions about my actual birthday, the event ENDS on my birthday! August 3rd (leo babeyy <3)

anyway, onto the actual fun stuff...

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

ONE submission per person!

Anons are allowed! Please sign off with an emoji or nickname though

You get to choose ONE of the following four options--choose wisely!

Slot numbers may or may not change depending on how submissions go. But don’t count on it!

the event runs from JULY 20 to AUGUST 3. The end date may be subject to change depending on how many people are interested in this, but right now the event runs for two weeks.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 2/6

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧:

Top three characters

Your top three tropes

Your favorite genre of music

Your top three favorite bands

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤:

A playlist (5+ songs) that reminds me of that character

An icon in case you want to make the playlist on spotify

𝐄𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞:

Writing all these as if I was answering as a birthday present to myself woohoo

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Hi!! Can i do a playlist please? My favorite characters are Bokuto Tendou and Kuroo & I love childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort and royal aus. I listen to a lot of stuff but most like pop punk, pop, or hard rock. Maybe throw some lo-fi summer vibes in there, too. Lately I’ve been into Paramore, Rex Orange County, and Wallows. Thanks so much!

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CONFESSING TO TENDOU SATORI

a childhood friends to lovers playlist

Out of My League - Fitz and the Tantrums

Can I Call You Tonight? - Dayglow

Pocket Full of Gold - American Authors

Tongue Tied - Grouplove

Pretty Face - PUBLIC

Electric Love - BORNS

I Love You - Avril Lavigne

𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 3/6

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧:

Your favorite character

A color/aesthetic you associate with them

Your selfship

A color/aesthetic you associate with the two of you

Please specify if you just want an edit for that character or for a selfship! It makes a difference when I’m choosing images.

OPTIONAL: send in the size image you want. Square, 2x3, 3x4, 9x16, etc. if you dont know what all these sizes are, let me know! I can share examples. If you don’t tell me the size, it will be square.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤:

An edit with your favorite character <3

Example:

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Hii I wanted to do the aesthetic option for the event? so i've been on brainrot for Lev Haiba--he gives off kinda green vibes yknow? But something with him would be cool! Image size doesn’t matter.

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𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐩 4/6

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧:

Your name/alias and pronouns

Your zodiac sign/mbti (one or both)

2 things you look for in a partner

2 things you would NOT want in a partner

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤:

A pairing with a character of my choice

A short drabble of a scene with that character

PLEASE SPECIFY if you want it to be a platonic or romantic matchup, it matters.

Also, these are NOT as detailed as my usual matchups. Please don’t expect all the details I put into those.

𝐄𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞:

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Hey hey here for the matchup part of the event! Elliot, they/he. My zodiac is leo and my mbti is INTP. I really look for someone who can have an intelligent conversation with me & won’t judge me for all the weird shit I do. For the dislikes, it's the usual basis. Being faithful and trustworthy so no cheating yk that thing. Romantic matchup please!

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You’ve been matched with: Atsumu Miya!

“Baby, where are you going?” “It’s 10AM, we need to get up, darling.” “Noooo, come back to bed.” Elliot chuckled as he felt Atsumu’s arms wrap around his waist, pulling him back under the blankets. It was hard not to fall back into him, knowing how comfortable it was with him. “I just want to stay in bed. All day. No moving,” he complained, throwing his leg and arm around them so they were caged for the time being. They laughed, freeing their arm so they could play with his hair for a moment or two. “You’re so whiny in the morning, ‘tsumu. Who knows how I put up with you.” He pouted, burying his face in their collarbone. “Don’t make fun of me, I'm half asleep.” As time passed in the morning, Atsumu started getting restless. Despite complaining about not wanting to get up, he was fidgeting more than usual, like he was forcing himself to stay still. “You ready to get up yet?” “No.” “You don't look it.” “Shhh.” “Why don’t I make breakfast?” “Ugh, fine...but I want kisses first.”

Okay honestly it’ll be better quality than that. I'm just bad at writing for myself lol <3

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 4/6

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧:

A character of your choice

Your pronouns & name/alias

Whether it’s romantic or platonic

Age range of the character

I know there are some people who aren’t teenagers that follow me, and that’s fine! I just need to know if I should be writing them as an adult or as a teenager.

OPTIONAL: A prompt/au with that character (doesn’t have to be specific!) If you don’t have a specific au, I’ll just assume it’s the canon world. If you don’t have a prompt to give me, I’ll just come up with one.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤:

A drabble catered towards you, written about you and your favorite character

𝐄𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞:

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Hey hey can I get a drabble from your event! Elliot + they/he pronouns w/ a romantic matchup with Kuroo? Royalty au please and thank you! Age doesn't really matter

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Elliot gasped as he walked into the marble-floored ballroom. Kuroo spun, running towards him with excitement. “Do you like it?” he asked excitedly. “Please say you like it. I made sure it was cleaned well so I could seem a little impressive when you got here.”

They looked at the marble floor, gold swirling around the milky white color. His eyes drifted up, staring at the stained-glass mural on the far wall, the sun shining through onto the floor. Colors danced everywhere--he finally looked up to meet Kuroo’s eyes.

He’d never been somewhere like this before. When Kuroo’s mother had married into the royal family, they’d gone a long time without seeing each other. Now that his sister was getting married, however, he was allowed to bring a guest. From what his mother had told them, the first name to come to his mind was theirs.

“This is...it’s all so fancy. I don’t know how you live here,” they mumbled, looking around the ballroom. “You're sure I won’t step on your toes?”

“Oh no, you will. I just don’t mind,” he laughed, taking his hand and leading him to the center of the floor. “You remember what I taught you before, right?”

“Mostly. And you’re leading?”

“Correct.”

Kuroo bowed, offering his hand. When Elliot handed his out, he kissed the back of it and pulled him into him. “This alright?”

He nodded, smiling up at him. “Fine, yeah. Lead the way.”

They spun and spun around the ballroom, maybe not to a beat, but Kuroo could keep one pretty well without music. They talked and laughed when they finally fell into rhythm, forgetting they were moving and being more involved with each other.

They must have been moving for several minutes when they finally slowed down, everything around them seeming to move twice as slow. They loved seeing Kuroo smiling--it was one of their favorite things in life. Seeing him smile...it meant the world to him. They felt bad that they weren’t around for more of his smiles, but at least they got to spend this time together.

“You’re staring at me,” Kuroo mumbled. Elliot suddenly realized just how close their faces were and pulled away. His face went red as he looked to the floor, running his hand through his hair.

“Sorry about that--”

He took their hand gently, using his other to tilt their chin up. “I didn’t want you to stop.”

I hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did coming up with these ideas--honestly, theyre my favorite things to do for people, so I figured this would be fun

its late when I'm typing this and I am TIRED so I hope you all enjoy and I can't wait to see everyone's entries!

if you have questions, feel free to dm me or send an ask to my inbox!

#birthday event!#hey hey hey moots #this is the first seriously big event I'm doing #if you guys wanna help me boost this a little #that would be great #pretty please #forehead kisses to anyone who rbs this for me how about that #maybe #please

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linked-fountain · 3 years

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Any HCs for Time or Legend?

(Or just your favorite boy I love hearing ppl HCs for all of them)

Oh I can do all threeヾ(≧▽≦*)o (bc i love rambling, thanks)

Time->

-Demiace n Bisexual, as he should be<3

-Actually knows a lot of songs to play on his ocarina. Mostly bar songs but the boys don't need to know that;)

-The type to take care of bugs in the house. Gently.

-I know he had closure with Saria but he never had closure with Mido, which i KNOW he was an ass to him but can we please talk about how he thought he could go back to the forest and tell Mido about his adventure? Anyways, Thinking about Mido makes Time's heart hurt.

-Loves vanilla flavor, in anything. Malon came up with vanilla milk and it was the only thing he drank in WEEKS.

-On top of that, he loves Ice Cream<3

-For voice HC, If you have heard Stoick's voice that's exactly what I think Time sounds like. Fatherly, strong but not scary, with the scottish accent n everything.

Legend->

-The type to go away flying if you push him. War's pushed him once in playful manner and sent Legend stumbling.

-See also: Is very light on his feet.

-Knows how to play the piano, discovered once when in the Milk Bar and continued doing it ever since.

-Not only he came heartbroken from Koholint he also got horribly sunburnt. Zero wins there.

-I know people put him as the fashionista bc of Hytopia but did everyone see the costumes? The guy has atrocious fashion sense, garbage disposal walking<3 Tho sometimes, hes the Depressed Librarian™ I mean vests and formal wear tshirts, lots of earthy colors. He has many looks.

-To the surprise of no one, He and Fable? Siblings.

-Four, Wild and Legend def gush about different languages. As in, He learned Sheikah in exchange of teaching Wild another language.

-I just KNOW he has a british accent. Like, Chase from Clown Depot but hes british, thats how I think he sounds.

Hyrule->

-I kind of, like the HC that Hyrule is just a little bit strange in Cryptic way.

-Has lots of scars that sometimes are there and sometimes they aren't. Idk how to explain it but trust me on this.

-Has a "beauty mark" which are those melatonin dark dots. He has two on the arms and one on his neck <3

-aromantic n pan bby!!!!

-Aurora confessed to him and he panicked bc "oh god oh fuck someone likes me n i cant reciprocate" but they talked it out and everything is alright between them.

-Loves cuddling, he feels safe and warm.

-Actually likes jewelry, specially gold jewelry, but doesnt wears it because of obvious reasons. Is all kept safe in a box in the castle tho.

-Since his hair is very curly, he has to keep a brush and special hair cream on him all the time so it doesnt get all knotted.

-I read one fic where he was always by Time's side without realizing bc Time had the Great Fairy Mask and well, Hyrule being a fairy. So yknow what? Yeah, Hyrule feels safe with Time bc fairy boys feel safe with other fairy boys.

-On Time's topic, I like to think that when Hyrule was very young, he was being raised by people that lived in the Temple of Time. He doesn't know tho, until they stumble by their ruins and Time says it.

-Idk why, but I like the idea of Hyrule knowing ancient songs in other languages.

-Leaving all of that behing, I firmly believe he sounds like John Mulaney lmao.

#AUSGJAHD THIS TOOK SO LONG #but thoughts squishy n dumb hard to put into words #thank u sm!!!! for the ask i love thinking about this boys #sam’s here!#asks #gnecrognome

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spiralhigh · 3 years

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ranking the sdr2 cast by how much their formal wear hits

this is just my opinion, but my opinions are great and i know what i’m talking about! this will be long so it’s under a cut

S TIER:

s tier is reserved for only the best of them all, the cream of the crop, the fit that i would gladly lay down my life for. s tier is the crown jewel. s tier is what everyone else should strive to be... but only one can take the prize.

#1: AKANE OWARI

the undisputed champion. this look is everything to me. EVERYTHING. the red-trim cape with the fur. the contrast of the airy, gathered blouse with those skin-tight shiny (leather? vinyl??) pants. the pumps. the belt that screams disco style. the necklace accentuating the tasteful titty window. the red white and gold color scheme are you FUCKING WITH ME miss owari this look could bring ARMIES to their KNEES in an INSTANT. whoever drew this deserves full creative control of the danganronpa franchise and i’m not kidding

A TIER:

a tier is for the fits that frankly own bones. they’re not as jaw-dropping and legendary as owari, but they’re still razor as hell and deserve to be met with riotous applause.

#2: KAZUICHI SOUDA

kazuichi, i didn’t know you had it in you, but this FUCKS. the character of the pins on the lapels, the sneakers, and the mispinned tie. the absolute CLASS of the suspenders, watch, and tiny round glasses. the handsome slick in the hair now that the greasy beanie is gone. the tasteful highwater. he looks like the host of the larry king show if the larry king show was exclusively about ska bands and he has never looked better

#3: HIYOKO SAIONJI

tell me this isn’t the cutest shit. the colors here are EXQUISITE. the bright notes from the blue on top, the way the soft pink is a perfect middle ground of the pink + white flowers on her sleeves, the subtle way the green in her bow matches the green in her collar, the white petals breaking up the sky blue that might otherwise look out of place? remarkable. stunning.

#4: PEKO PEKOYAMA

the ELEGANCE is EVERYTHING here. the monochrome is offset by just a splash of red that ties everything together with her eyes and the flower in her hair, the checkerboard pattern is visually interesting but not distracting, and her hair in that loose ponytail with the little white ribbon? ugh. ADORABLE! but most of all, look at those BOOTS. those CUTE LITTLE HEELS on those SICK LACE-UP BOOTS..... QUEEN shit!!!

#5: CHIAKI NANAMI

rounding out our a tier is chiaki in this adorable little dress just LOOK at her!!! she looks like a little rose, a perfect flouncy skirt with a glittery mesh overlay, a fun and fresh over-the-shoulder collar, a fucking big old bow tied in the back?? i can literally feel the way this dress would feel in my hands. it’s simple and perfect and frankly a GORGEOUS color on her this is flawless

B TIER:

b tier is a perfectly respectable place to be. these fits lack the lustre and flavor of the a tier entries, but they’re still dressed to impress and they still look fine as hell.

#6: TERUTERU HANAMURA

say what you will about teruteru (and i do) but this suit is ADORABLE and it fits in with his theme + talent better than any other mfer on this list. the tasteful white/brown/red palette gives it a flashy chocolate cookie look, which is amplified in the fun pattern on the jacket. the chef’s hat switching out for a little top hat and the way the cumberbund looks a lil bit like a chocolate bar is also VERY cute

#7: THE IMPOSTOR

now on its own, the suit is just alright. a vibrant pinstripe blue three-piece with the classic red tie wouldn’t land the impostor in b tier on its own... but that FUR COAT, LUXURIOUSLY DRAPED OVER THE SHOULDERS does WONDERS to pull this look together. not only is it worn with “yeah, it’s real mink, no, you can’t touch it” confidence, but it also ties the otherwise arbitrary white loafers into the structure of the look. it’s subtle and class as hell.

C TIER

c tier is full of looks that are... fine, but ultimately either are boring, lack cohesion, or have a confusing design choice or two that make it hard to get all that amped about. c tier is a passing grade, but nothing more.

#8: NAGITO KOMAEDA

there’s a lot that’s good about this outfit, but there’s also a lot that doesn’t really work. let’s start with the good: the slutty loose bowtie and collar, the tight-fitting vest that ends before the hipbones so you can see the belt, the cute little ponytail? (chefs kiss) exquisite, all of it. but the suit itself is boring as sing, and who the hell decided to put the t-shirt symbol on the sleeves??? was it to add visual flavor to an otherwise bland suit? this does NOT have the black/white/red elegance that peko had.

#9: FUYUHIKO KUZURYUU

the silver and gold mob-boss look, complete with matching shoes vest and fedora, are a nice nod to fuyuhiko’s talent! the plaid is teetering on the edge between fun and garish to me, but the fact that it’s consistent and the only pattern means it isn’t too offensive. quick question though: why are his pant legs rolled up like that?? this isn’t a cute “cuffed at the ankle” look, dude looks like he had to wade across a pond to get to the venue. what gives

#10: GUNDAM TANAKA

out of everyone here, gundam’s suit might be the most boring of all. the scarf is just his normal scarf. the red tie and trim don’t do anything to tie the look together. the only mild point of interest is the asymmetrical vest, and i can’t even tell if that’s intentional. simply put, this “““fancy”““ outfit isn’t even in the same ZIP CODE as the level of ostentatious chuuni that gundam serves us every single day in his casual wear. maybe even worse than being ugly... it’s disappointing.

#11: IBUKI MIODA

now, look. is this dress buckwild and ugly as hell? yes. but you know what else it is? it is IBUKI MIODA’S DRESS. there might not be a single cohesive thing about this dress aside from its color scheme. the huge poofy ruffles of the skirt and arm things with the spiked bow and corset are baffling. the artist somehow managed to draw the awkward, clumping shape of the skirt to make it look exactly like an emergency cosplay sewn four hours before a convention. frankly, i can’t justify ranking it as a c! but i’m doing it anyway, because the sheer level of craftsmanship demands it, and in this house we respect diy queens that are totally off the shits.

D TIER:

d tier is for outfits that aren’t offensive, exactly... but like, they sure don’t look good! d tier is not a respectable place to be. those in d tier won’t be laughed out of the ceremony in shame, but they should really run their outfit by someone else first next time.

#12: NEKOMARU NIDAI

now don’t get me wrong: i have nothing but respect for the titties-out look. keeping the shirt unbuttoned all the way down to where the lapels of the jacket end? that’s sexy as hell. however, this flawless idea has a confusing execution. why emerald green and orange? what’s with the... long-sleeved printed (hawaiian?) shirt? why the red pocket square? and the jacket itself, while fitted perfectly along the chest and midsection, has a weird, unflattering scallop shape flaring out at the bottom. i want to like this fit, but there are just too many bad choices.

#13: HAJIME HINATA

oh, hajime... literally nothing about this ensemble is it. the creamy manila suit might have had potential if there were literally any color variation in the vest (or potentially shoes) to give it a little more shape, or even if you just went with a white shirt underneath it! i could get behind a light, off-monochrome look! but that leprechaun-green shirt is downright perplexing to me. it looks like a mistake! did you get dressed in the dark? did you spill something on your other shirt? this is a mess.

F TIER:

f tier is inexcusable. f tier should never have happened. how does it get this bad. who did this? who’s responsible for this?

#14: SONIA NEVERMIND

y’know, the colors are pretty! i dig the white and teal! but... girl... what the fuck is this construction. the ruffles are all over the place. the bodice looks like it has less fabric than space it needs to cover. the bottom half of the skirt looks like it was sewn on as an afterthought because the top half was too short for dress code. what’s with the weird choker collar detached from everything else. why is the hairband a slightly different shade of green. so many decisions were made here and none of them are flattering

#15: MAHIRU KOIZUMI

yknow, i like the idea behind this. i can see what you were going for! the dress on its own might have worked, even! but everything else about it is just... so ugly. what the fuck is happening with those shoes??? the sheer black tights aren’t the sexy OL look you think they are. the collar of the dress looks like it’s... braided for some reason??? those earrings are so huge for no payoff, statement jewelry with nothing to say, and worst of all... that headband. GIRL. that headband and that belt...... there’s nothing here. also i love orange but it’s not her color.

and finally... the worst.

#16: MIKAN TSUMIKI

what the fuck. what the fuck is this. this is straight up cheap rubber fetish gear. why is the HAT rubber? that skirt ruffle makes this look like fucking polly pocket clothes. why the fuck is she wearing that. the clothes are so bad that it makes her hair look like rubber too. was she dared to wear this? is this some cruel punishment? i don’t even know what to say. this is the worst possible outfit. there is not even one redeeming quality about it.

#danganronpa #sdr2 #new tab

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edenwritessomething · 3 years

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Heyyyy bestie

What is your ocs smile like? And answer everything if you'd like to, Id love to hear about your ocs ❤️

(and drink some water and eat something if you haven't, please)

sorry this took so long, i caught a cold and used every spare second to sleep 🤡 as we agreed, i'm gonna do this (all prompts) for shahrazad. i also just drank water and took my meds, thanks for the reminder <3

shahrazad

👁 What is your OC’s eye color? Do they have any eye-related habits, like winking or rubbing their eyes? Do other people tend to notice their eyes?

Shahrazad has brown eyes. They're nothing special, but look very pretty in the sun. It's not the first thing people notice about her, but it's somewhere up there, because she has big eyes. As for eye-related habits, she squints and cries a lot :D

✋ Are your OC’s hands smooth, rough, or average? Why? How do they keep their nails? Do they bite them, paint them, neatly trim them, et cetera?

Oh, definitely smooth. Girlie never had to hold a single thing in her life, let alone work. Even her sister has rougher hands because she weaves, Shahrazad doesn't use her hands at all. She doesn't pay special attention to her nails, but her maids have a whole routine for her she doesn't even know about. So they're well tended for, but she doesn't know about it.

🦵 Are your OC’s arms and legs strong, weak, or average? Why? Do they have any common mannerisms that involve their limbs, such as tapping their foot or fiddling with their fingers?

As said, she doesn't do any physical work at all, so she isn't particularly strong. Her arms are especially weak, her legs are probably average because she walks an okay amount. Depending on the situation she either has her hands folded or arms crossed. If she's thinking, she sits cross-legged.

👄 What is your OC’s smile like? Is it bright and wide, or thin and reserved? Does your OC wear any lipgloss or lipstick? Do they chew their lips?

Depends, I guess. She has a reserved smile, kinda sweet, for when her father's got guests or she's doing public appearances. And then there's the big, genuine smile when she's around trusted people (aka Noah). She doesn't wear any lipgloss/lipstick, cus it's not available to her, but she totally would. She bites the inside of her lower lip when she's thinking.

👤 What is your OC’s skin like? Is it unblemished, or are they prone to breakouts? Do they have any scars, tattoos, or other skin markings? Does their skin tend to be sensitive to things that get on it (lotions, cleaning products, etc.)?

As said, she has people doing her skincare for her, so it's pretty darn clear 'without effort' (at least not from her). Despite that (because of that? idk im not a dermatologist) her skin isn't sensitive. She definitely has beauty marks too.

💇 What is your OC’s hairstyle? How do they maintain their hair? Do they wash it and/or cut it regularly? Have they ever dyed their hair?

Shahrazad has brown, wavy hair that she usually leaves open. It flows nicely and reaches her waist. Once more, there is a hair care routine she isn't aware of. It's taken very good care of, she just doesn't see the work that goes into it. This includes regular washing and trims when necessary. And, no, she has't dyed her hair.

🦷 Does your OC brush their teeth regularly? Do they tend to eat foods that get stuck in your teeth?

For the second question, yes, absolutely. There are no limits to what she eats, but she's a sucker for meat. She doesn't 'brush her teeth' in the sense we'd consider today, but she 100% uses one of these bad bitches:

👖 What type of clothing does your OC generally wear? Why? Do they have any “signature” accessories?

As for colours, in my notes I've written 'deep blue, pink, red and gold'. (Each colour is a symbol for smth, but yknow). As for style, well, kaftans and stuff like that... Just take outfit inspo pls, i can't describe:

👀 What is the first physical feature people notice when they see your OC? Why?

If it's uncovered, her hair, because it's so rich. Otherwise her mouth (full lips), then eyes (big). When she's doing her story-telling, she wears a niqab-like dress, so obviously you can only see her eyes, so that's the first thing you notice.

🪞 How does your OC perceive themself? Do they believe themself to be attractive, unattractive, or average? Does their view of themself affect their self-esteem, or are they unbothered by their physical appearance? (If your OC does have things they’re confident or insecure about, what are they?)

She'd never objectively consider herself ugly because she looks like her mother, whom she looked up to. However subconsciously she has internalized thoughts like this, simply because she hasn't managed to get married. There's nothing she's insecure about in particular, she's just insecure.

#writers of tumblr #oc #tumblr writers #tumblr writing community #writer #writerblr #writing ocs #original character #writer blog #1001 nights #shahrazad

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floatingfish626 · 3 years

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MC Server ಥ_ಥ

Me and a group of friends made our own MC server. Unfortunately, the server was abandoned. Me, being the person I am, still feel the server has potential, so I still play/write lore for it. This may be wayyyy out of the usual for my page but lets be honest, who actively stalks my tumblr page? This is mostly gonna be a place for me to dump the failed server ideas/backstories. So, here goes nothing. If you wanna read them, random stranger, feel free to! I wanted this server to last a while, and we made it almost 2 months with about 12 people in total. So, enjoy!

Word Count: 2,603 (11,679 Characters)

**ALL ORIGINS ARE WRITTEN BY SEPERTE PEOPLE, ALL EDITED BY ME, NONAME**

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Character Origin 1, Seven: Seven was born into a life of poverty, shortly after he was born, he got sold to work as a slave on a sea village, quickly being transferred to a sand village outside of a prison. He did is work as a farmer to a small, yet kind and caring family, who adopted him as their own. His name, Seven, coming from a number tattooed on his neck while in the market. During Seven’s time at this small village, they had a fatal accident, having a berserk enderman ruin the home he had grown custom to. He rebuilt the fallen Village, only to have a Piglin army slaughter whomever remained. Seven only escaped with his life, befriending a Guardian named Marvin, who became his best friend (RIP Marvin, we miss you <3). The Guardian helped Seven grow stronger, and learn to fight. A few years later, he came across two children, Tex and Rox. Seven, taking sympathy for the two, took them as his own. As the revenge grew further from his mind, his children grew older. As they grew, he taught them what he knew about farming and combat. His kids grew older and left him, a crazy old man in a dirt hut with the guardian, forgetting the revenge he wished for many years. On a normal day, Seven had witnessed something unforgivable happen. He had met Oxlo, Void, and Levi. After spending every waking moment together, the three ended up falling for each other, having adopted Levi and marrying the other two, Seven had have a happy life, with his 3 stolen adopted kids and poly relationship. (End Seven.)

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Character Origin 2, Levi: Levi was born into captivity from a hybrid mother. By the time he could walk, he was taken from his mother, and raised like a solider. Levi had large, beautiful wings, that got removed as a child, leaving him scared and unsure of who he was all throughout his ‘childhood.’ Being he was a hybrid being, he was used on for testing, by horrid endermen. Having experiments done constantly, he had mutated a mouth (basically Venom from the movie Venom) that he had grown to hate. As Levi grew older, he became rebellious against the unfair people. He gained many cruel and inhumane (lol) punishments. During one of these ‘rebellious moments,’ he had expected to be caught. instead, he was left alone to do so. He heard a loud crash and began to investigate. He had walked outside to see 2 large entities trying to fight against the endermen, and winning. Levi took this as an opportunity to escape. He left the end before the two closed the portal to the end. He blacked out and woke up to a short, sandy blonde man and 2, really tall men, resembling endermen, staring at him. After many, many years of building trust and learning how to communicate, Levi became one of their family. He Moved out many years later, only to return to his home town to find everything left barren and abandoned. (End Levi.)

Looks: Light blue, messy hair, dark blue eyes, scarf covering his mouth/nose, unhinged and slimy mouth, white and blue tshirt, black jeans (you can tell this one is my, NoName’s, OC cause he is a lot more detailed LMAO)

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Character Origin 3, Tex: Tex is 15-17, a strider hybrid. He comes from a Nether village called Riften, but now resides in Toadstool Field. He works as a dealer and supplier for the Midnight Mafia. He can easily build and mine, and is also good at navigating the Nether and finding gold (piglins wanted gold all the time so he grew accustomed to getting it) he's obsessive and goes into a blind rage near piglins, and gifts objects and builds often. Tex was a runt in his village, so when it was attacked by piglins when he was 6-8 he was left behind for a offering, after years of being with piglins he came to despise them. He escaped around 11-14. (He isn't good with remembering his age) He had multiple siblings, but cannot remember them very well. He assumes they are dead along with the rest of his village and now only is comfortable around Seven, Void and Levi Tex has pointed ears, and scars from water/staying with piglins. He has sharp teeth. He cannot see well, water is hurtful to him and his memory is bad but he can easily swim in lava/fire resistant. He is twitchy and quick, he has curious movements and is very touchy and talks quickly and mumbly. He wears a magenta sweater, black overalls, purple flowers scattered about and no shoes Tex wants to be renewed in his new family's eyes, he wishes not to be known as a runt he thinks everyone sees him lower bc of him being a runt. Tex doesn't understand human feelings/ striders don't have many emotions, his anger was very new to him he is scared of Piglins/hoglins and hates water

Looks: Messy, dark hair, pointed ears, black eyes, fangs, darker, loosing fitting clothes

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Character Origin 4, Amber:

So amber was born in a town called Fransin in the nether and lived there with her single mother, she was bullied a lot as a kid because she didn't have spare money for the nicest clothes or shoes she stayed there until about 15 when her mother had kicked her out because it's the same as her mother did when she was younger, she stumbled upon a portal and went through which lead into dark woods and after wandering around for a bit she came upon Toadstool Fields. She was a bit scared, but after meeting the town's folk she adjusted to the overworld, yes she had a few bumps along the way (especially when her friends suggested they go swimming, as she’s part blaze), but she has grown more and made more friends, plus they even let her build her own home! She has always been grateful because they've always helped her and given her everything she needs, especially since she grew up kinda rough

Looks: Light brown hair, Golden eyes, ash colored freckles, Bee striped shirts

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Character Origin 5, Rox: When Rox was young around 4, she was made as a science experiment, (hence the endwalk state that will eventually happen later) she was later sent out to the street after all of those tests (for over 3 years), that she hated so dearly, After about one week on her own in the world, she was soon adopted by seven. She was taught how to fight and defend herself. As she got older, he became smarter and was filled with anger from the past. (hence chaotic good and neutral evil yknow?) So yes, around 16, she married milly and has been with her for a year now, she is just trying help people with her bakery and fight people if necessary (Since she’s in the mafia clan thingy).

Looks: short, pink hair, glasses, blue eyes, dark clothes

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Character Origin 6, Void: Void was born in the end, to a noble Enderman, though they don't remember that. They don't remember their original name, or their parents, or anything about their life. All they know is that they're not welcome in the End anymore, being ostracized after a series of unfortunate events in the End. Their first interaction with the Overworld wound up in them in a village and slaughtering everyone in it due to someone making eye contact with them, shortly afterwards picking up the masks to avoid eye contact and avoid looking at the scars on their face. They fled the premises with their sister Redacted and hid deep into the woods, starting on making a mansion for themself and their sister, where they would be safe. They want to keep all those dear to them safe, bordering a bit on possessiveness with the protectiveness. They have a lot of secrets, and in general are an unknown entity to those around them. They're extremely morally ambiguous and run a mafia, with their pet as their right hand man.

Extra: -Redacted is not Void's blood sister. -Void has worn their masks for so long they don't know what they look like. -Void only takes their mask off to threaten people. -They have such a love of birds because the first mob that didn't run away from them was a parrot. -They hate government because one tried to kidnap them once and study them as an Enderman, using water torture against them. Void escaped and killed a few people, grabbing two masks off the wall as they went to hide their identity. -Void's eyes are different from fellow Enderman, and if you look into them it's an unpleasant experience for you both. -Void is a peaceful entity until provoked, just like Enderman. -Void has an immense hatred for sand. -Void likes gazing at the stars because it reminds them of gazing into the void in the End, which is where they got their name from. -Void has a dog named Spark because shortly after they found him they were struck by lightning, which they found hilarious.

Looks: Tall (height unspecified), Dark, fancy clothing, Mask (smile, no he isn’t dream), dark, messy hair)

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Character Origin 7, Milly: Milly is a neko hybrid, she's part feline, part human. Her existence came to be when her mother, a neko, and her father, a human, fell in love. She grew up in a small town which wasn't very popular, she wasn't picked on but she did get pushed around by some people growing up. Despite bullies, she had a normal upbringing; her parents were nice and supportive, teaching her everything they could. Her mother often told her how horrible the world can be, teaching her how kindness is a must and how no matter what, she should always help people in need and keep up a smile if she could. Milly followed this advice the best she could. While her mother taught her things through talks, her father tried to teach her things physically: he told her how he agreed, how the world was horrible, so he taught her to fight- to defend herself and protect others with her fighting skills and feline abilities. Although Milly loved her parents and the friends she had, she grew adventurous when she turned the age of 15- she wanted to explore, to see and meet more than she has. Her parents respected her wishes since they loved her dearly, they gave her all the supplies and advice they could before they hugged her goodbye. It wasn't long after that she met Rox, an enderman hybrid who she grew to cherish being around. So, her and Rox got married at 16 and She moved in with Rox, in the smp she loved living in for all her days. Hence where the story starts.

Headcanons: -Milly has about five cats she keeps, she loves cats. -She likes to draw, collect flowers, bake sweets, and help out people. -She's a lawful good person and pacifist -She likes dogs but they don't like her :( -She has special feline characteristics: she can jump two blocks higher than a normal person, she can purr, she will take random naps sometimes during the day, she has fangs, and she gets distracted by cat toys sometimes

Looks: Long pink hair, light pink eyes, collar (it has a bell), white shirt and a pink skirt

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Unmentioned Characters (ones without backstories): Sammy, Oxlo, Will

this took me an hour. JUST EDITING- (ó﹏ò｡)

#smp #mc #minecraft #we spent so long and for nothing-#ocs #oc #Toadstool Field SMP #TFSMP #this is going to take over my page istg

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celestial-archer · 3 years

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Team up

Surprise! You get another story very quick! Welcome to the collab between @reallifeonthetheseventhfloor and I!

AO3

Kelpie sighed and rolled her shoulders in relief as her avatar loaded into the world. It had been a little bit since she had been able to log into Yggdrasil. Between the numerous labs and the thesis her professor kept pushing her to write, her time had been pretty much taken up. She found it regrettable, but dreams take time to complete and she was determined to get hers done. But it didn’t mean she didn’t feel the itch to play any moment of free time she could. It was certainly a struggle to juggle her life and her gaming.

She looked down at her avatar and smiled. Her long black and purple spotted tail was as beautiful as ever. This was part of what made yggdrasil so worth it, she loved her naga avatar. She worked hard to get her upper body as close to her real appearance, even the glasses which she didn’t really need in game. Her corset was amazing too. Since her tail had built armor due to the scales, she had needed some kind of chest plate. The designs she found weren’t really her style but with the help of some data crystals the enchanted metal chestplate became an enchanted pinstripe corset. All in all, every time she saw her avatar she got a thrill of happiness.

Opening her menu, she looked at the quests that were currently active. Most were filler quests she didn’t care about except for the experience, but there was one she was determined to finish today. The quest Darkest Knight was a limited time dungeon crawl full of enemies called “Star Kin”. The common enemy item drops consisted of star fragments or star dust, but she was only interested in one specific drop. Cosmic Metal, a crafting item used to give an unknown effect to any material it is made into. With a drop rate of 3%, she’d already gone through the dungeon over ten times with no luck. Today was different, she had a good feeling about it. Even if it took a few times, she’d get the item today!

With a flick of her finger, the mini map flickered into the top right corner of her view. Her tail thumped happily seeing the very small amount of players around the dungeon today. Since it was a limited time dungeon many people gathered with their friends or guilds to challenge it. Whenever the people were there, she always felt self conscious. Unlike others, she had yet to find good friends. Plus she did not like the idea of joining a guild, so she had even little chance to meet people. She liked being a solo player, but being the only one without a party could make her feel a little envy and sadness.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts and clenched her hands in determination.

“You got this! Today is your day, I can feel it!” Punching her fist into the hair, she slithered her way to the dungeon entrance.

Like always the moment she stepped in, the world became shrouded in darkness. The only bits of light shining from the walls like stars in the night sky. It was breathtakingly beautiful and could almost make one forget they were in a dangerous dungeon. She once tried to take a piece with her to give to her npc, not that he would react at all, but the walls were resistant to all attacks. The sounds of feet thumping on the floor and faint twinkling alerted her to the incoming horde of enemies. Like instinct, she shifted her hands up and a bow materialized in them. A deep breath and she turned around drawing the string, allowing a pitch black arrow to coalesce.

Then she faltered a moment, the enemies weren’t swarming to her, but a blue-skinned four-armed djinn running away. Tilting her head in confusion, she stared intently at the djinn. She had two daggers in hand but with the way she kept casting spirit bolt at the enemies, Kelpie wondered if the djinn had a debuff cast onto her or if the Star Kins elements were one of her weaknesses. There was also the possibility that she was running away to regain health. The Star Kin were not very hard to kill, but they had high damage and could easily kill someone if they got cornered. There were no other players around her, so she assumed that the djinn was a solo player.

It was frowned upon in Yggdrasil to intervene in other’s battles without prior permission, but contrary to Kelpie’s karma rating, she couldn’t help but feel the urge to help the djinn. If the player got mad, she would give some gold to appease her.

She pulled the golden drawstring tight and loosed an arrow, striking the leader of the horde in the eye and staggering. She grinned and screamed “Strike!” The horde stopped and turned to target Kelpie, but with that momentary pause, she quickly shot several more arrows. Most times to change aggro, a tank needed to use the skill taunt, but because she wasn’t in a party with the djinn, just attacking the enemies was enough.

Kelpie had a level in the upper 70s so the beginning Star Kin enemies were not difficult to kill. They only needed two hits from her bow to die. She could just shoot them again, but feeling the need to be flashy, she decided to finish it in close combat. Darting towards the horde, she spun her body and slashed the enemies horizontally with the curved spikes on the front of her bow. The words “critical hit” appeared in golden text as the enemies screamed and crumbled into stardust. Within the pile of one, Kelpie could see the shiny bright red color of a healing potion. She reached in and grabbed it.

Shaking her hands rid of the dust, she turned and threw the healing potion to the djinn standing there watching her intently. Feeling a little embarrassed, she ducked her head and rubbed the back of her head shyly.

“Ah first let me say sorry for interrupting without asking. It uh seemed you could use a little help and I didn’t want to leave you to die if you did. You can have all the drops.”

Her tail twisted around itself in nervousness..

“No no, there’s no need to apologize, really! Thank you so much for helping me out! I, uh, should’ve thought to bring my Ring of Infiltration, I guess.”

She gave a sort of embarrassed half-laugh from behind the blue mask she wore.

“Would you rather have it? I’ve got a few Soul Soups packed for health already.”

She almost tossed the potion back, but paused, fiddling with the bottle. Then she walked over and held it out. Kelpie shook her head silently and gestured with her hand for the djinn to just keep it. With a grateful smile the djinn did, dropping it into her inventory.

“My name’s Zoba. I’m, uh, actually out here to farm some materials. And i-if you’re here to do the same… maybe we could team up?”

Before Kelpie could react, all four hands shot up, as though the djinn were already embarrassed by her own forwardness.

“Y’know—just like, a temporary party, I’m already in a guild, but—just so the offer’s open! Just, I’m grateful, wanted to offer.”

“Oh, ah you’re welcome. I’m Kelpie, I’m a solo player, no guild affiliation. Heh. Um I’ll have to pass on the team up, I'm really only here for the final drop, so I don’t have time to pick up a lot of drops in case it doesn’t appear and I need to do it again. If it's your first time in the dungeon, the Star Kin have a heavy advantage in close combat, but long range, they’re incredibly easy to kill.”

The blue mask was nodding up and down, two hands clasped behind the girl’s back while the other two tried to act nonchalant at her sides. A smiling emoticon with a sweat drop appeared, and she turned to look at the little piles of stardust.

“Thanks, I’ll remember that! I haven’t been here for this event before... I didn’t realize it was going on. There sure is a high spawn rate for these enemies, it seems...”

She jumped, whipping the mask back to face Kelpie.

“Oh! Um, but, yeah, no, that’s fine, I get it! I didn’t mean to pressure you into a party or anything, sorry; everyone’s got their own playstyle, and that’s part of what makes the game fun, right? Honestly, for me, it was fun just to meet you! Thank you again for the assist. And, uh—for taking time to chat, when you’re on a time crunch, and—yknow what, I’m just gonna—yeah I’m gonna... stop talking and head on this direction and let you do your thing! And uh... yeah!”

She made a laugh that somehow echoed the awkward emoticon just vanishing over her head.

“Yup thank you good luck then bye!!”

The djinn rushed away too quickly for Kelpie to respond. She let the hand she had extended to stop Zoba drop down with a heavy sigh.

“...Way to go, Kelpie. You could have made a friend if you weren’t so blunt. Ugh!”

This was one of the reasons she didn't get along well with other players. She always spoke what she thought and never cared to deal with false pleasantries. If she said something, she 100% meant it. If she was asked a question, she'd answer it completely whether or not the person actually wanted to know. A lot of the players she met found this to be annoying and refused to party with her. Truthfully though even if she regretted it in times like this, she didn't care to change it. She liked being the way she was.

Puffing out another sigh, she slithered farther into the dungeon. She kept her vigilance as she passed through each level of the dungeon. She was truthful when she said the Star Kin were weak to long range, but it wasn't always the easiest to avoid them. Each Star Kin was a close range class, but that meant each one could have a different skill set. She remembered one of her first runs when there was a group of ninja Star Kins who cornered her and managed to kill her before she could even notice they were there.

She tilted her head and listened closely. A barely audible rustle came from a divot in the wall. She slid a small vial of ash from her inventory and tied it to the front of her arrow. Aiming it, she shot the arrow straight through the opening. She heard the bottle shattering, flames igniting, and the screams of a group of Star Kins.

Kelpie's mouth twitched up into a smirk. She loved this moment every time she came back to the dungeon. Revenge for her lost hard won levels. Phoenix dust was an expensive item to use on them but the satisfaction of vengeance was well worth the trouble.

She continued onward with nothing of interest happening. She had gone through the dungeon many times that she knew all the hiding spots and spawning points there were. In no time she was at the boss's entrance. A large dark oak wood double door engraved with color changing constellations. Based on the time of day, the constellations would be in different locations on the door.

A booming crash echoed out as she heard the guttural screams of the enraged boss. The door squeaked ever so slightly as she peeked inside. The djinn Zoba was attempting to fight the boss. It was a giant in pitch black full plate armor with galaxies, stars, and black holes swirling around. In one hand, it had a thick spiked shield as black as its armor. In the other was a large blindingly bright one handed sword. Kelpie wondered how the djinn had gotten there before her, but remembered that one of the possible spawning traps was an instant teleport to the boss room. She’d only found it once and was surprised that Zoba had managed to stumble into it.

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Ohhh shoot oh shoot oh shoot ohshootohshoot—

How had she gotten herself into this mess?? All she’d needed was a few Bailey Beads to finish a project, just three or four! And suddenly, instead of mining in a quiet corner of the cave, she looked up to see…

A boss.

She dissipated into mist as the weapon fell where she’d stood, ‘eep’ lost in her density change.

Where the heck had this gigantic knight even come from?!? How had she ended up in this room?!?

Dark oozed into the aura surrounding the armor-clad giant, and as it growled in frustration, trying to wrench it’s sword from the cave floor, an energy shot down it’s arm. Zoba’s ‘eep’ of surprise was still inaudible as the sword sparked with a blaze akin to a sun flare, and she darted her incorporeal form to the side.

Acting on adrenaline more than anything, her knives found their way into her reforming hands, swatting a blow at her attacker. Not that it would do any real damage, but if she was lucky, it would cause a recoil! That would give her time to retreat, to come up with an idea as to how in the heck she was gonna fight this boss alone, and—

No such luck.

Her natural elemental boosts were completely ignored, little number ones popping into existence over her attacks to confirm the failure. And then she realized… She had reformed on the inner side of her enemy’s arm, not beyond it.

She’d dodged deeper into it’s attack box.

Rookie mistake.

Well, dang it. Nishikienrai was gonna tease her so bad for this death.

Something smacked her in the face, and the recoil of the effect ‘Stun’ had her foggy almost instantly. Dang it!! Her arms wouldn’t respond, she couldn’t focus her vision—if she lost the levels this death would take, what would she do about the raid in a few days? She’d promised she could make it, and the guild was counting on her skills to pull off their plan—

The only thing she could clearly make out was a shake in the ground. Rhythmic. Growing closer. Footsteps. This boss was going to take it’s sweet time powering up a swing, wasn’t it? She was about to be destroyed in a two-hit K.O. This… This was turning out to be a day full of embarrassments, wasn’t it?

Just as she was trying to decide which guildmate would tease her more for dying like such a noob, Nishikienrai or Takemikazuchi, a much smaller sound rang out than the death-bringing shear she had expected, followed closely by a roar of anger, then—

KSHHINCK

Something huge landed to her left, bouncing against the stone ground. Metal? She tried to focus on the huge shining object she’d jumped away from. Was that the sword?… Why did the boss drop it’s—

There was another streak of movement, coming in fast, but before Zoba could worry too much about yet another enemy on the field she’d need to escape, her arm was grabbed, and she was being lifted to her feet. The ‘Stun’ effect began to clear, it’s penalty halved by aid of the assist.

As her vision came into focus, she noticed a short haircut. The back of a pinstripe corset. A long black and purple tail.

It was the Naga player from earlier. Kelpie.

She could have kissed the snake.

No time for that though; as images of smug emoticons over teasing guildmates vanished from her mind, she went into Teammate Mode. If she was gonna be saved a second time by the same friendly stranger, she sure as heck wasn’t gonna let the Naga fight alone.

Her screen blinked blue in the corner, and a new health bar appeared for her party member. Wow, Kelpie had accepted the invitation almost as soon as Zoba had sent it!!

Good. Outside the game, on her real face, Zoba grinned. Things had looked desperate before. But now?

Now, things were gonna get interesting.

Kelpie shifted her grip on the bow in her hand, having situated herself between Zoba and the tall enemy knight. "If you still have that health potion, drink it. I'll cover you as you heal,” she said, then she was gone, tail sashaying along the ground as she zipped to sink yet another arrow into her target.

Oh. Right. Health. Zoba looked at the glowing circles of the spell she was already casting, then nervously to the edge of her vision, the green nearly half depleted from the little bar below her name. Well… health potion would have to wait!

Two more seconds, and she sent her spell flying. Distracted by the barrage of Kelpie’s arrows, the boss wasn’t even able to angle it’s shield before the magic struck. Trickster’s Trade had hit it’s mark. Zoba let out a little victory chirp and jumped into the air, taking advantage of the momentum to dematerialize her legs and float up, farther from the boss’s range.

“Defense is gone; Specials are up but will be negated in a second!” Zoba was using two arms to yank the cork from the health potion, while the other two were already cooking up her next spell: Wishful Thinking. “The only guard it’s got against full damage for the next thirty seconds is it’s shield!”

Kelpie sprang into action, but Zoba was finished with Wishful Thinking as well as the potion, and was fully focused on her next spell. New rings circled around her hands, appeared under her floating form, and within a few moments, the magic was ready.

She flung it toward her target. Kelpie.

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The spell hit Kelpie and exploded in a puff of gold, which swirled in a loop down to her hip, forming a golden oil lamp. It was faint enough that Kelpie wondered if it was a physical object or not. Short beeps rang out, in the corner of her vision there were the status effects glowing gold: Speed +36%, Dexterity +36%, Strength +24%, Courage.

Dang, the Djinn was powerful. She had never seen a spell before capable of all these effects with such high percentages. Confident in her chances of winning, she grinned excitedly. It wouldn’t show on her avatar but she pictured the boss losing nerve at the maliciousness leaking from it.

Squaring her shoulders, she cast bloody venom, a spell that would give any attack poison damage while also draining her health a small amount with every hit. It was a new spell she had recently got when she reached the class “Venom Lord”. It wasn’t very powerful yet but with their increased chance of victory, she wasn’t gonna stop herself from trying it out.

The boss stood its ground and stared at the two players. It’s health bar was down by a sixth and more would soon be gone. It’s AI was advanced, so Kelpie knew it understood the danger it was in. If given enough time, she knew it would realize it should be targeting Zoba, but she wasn’t gonna give it that. Her arrow shot faster than ever before, whistling violently as it sliced through the air. It impaled clean through the corner of the boss’s shoulder, where the armor was weakest. A wet gurgle escaped the boss as it staggered clutching that shoulder. Sickly green 5s wafted out of the wound every second, indicating the poison damage was active.

Kelpie whistled in appreciation. She could get addicted to the power of the spell combos.

The boss flailed its shield around like it was trying to attack invisible enemies all around it. Ah, her posion’s 1% chance of delirium must have activated. This day was getting luckier and luckier. The status effect would only be active for 30 seconds so she would use her time wisely. She let loose several arrows in quick succession, getting its health down to a half.

An animation triggered the second stage. The sword returned to its hand and the helmet spasmed. The heavy clanks of metal on metal echoed as it’s helmet burst apart into heavy shrapnel. Its eyes were revealed to be large orange suns that flared. The hail of molten metal was too quick for either players to avoid and a decent chunk of their health was shaved away. The pitch black of its shield dissolved into a shower of ash, revealing the same blindingly bright white of the sword.

The boss glared at Kelpie before letting loose a roar that shook the entire cavern. The top of the cavern shivered, then began to fall apart. Large sections of stone slammed into the wall, causing Kelpie to stumble. Above them now was a spiralling galaxy purple and gold galaxy. It flashed every so often like the beating of a heart.

This was where they both needed to be extremely cautious. With their current health, a single hit from it would be an instant death, but still Kelpie was not worried. She had gone through this several times before and this time she even had status effects.

The boss lifted its sword and it shot a white beam straight up into the galaxy.

She twisted her head towards Zoba, yelling, “Watch out for the meteors!”

Immediately, flaming blood red meteors crashed down from above. Zoba skillfully weaved between the falling rocks, remaining unscathed.

Kelpie set her sight on one meteor. It was slower than the others and fell directly in front of the boss. She shot her arrow and noticed one meteor heading straight for her and narrowly avoided it by spinning to the side. She, however, was not far enough from the resulting blast. The flames burned and dropped her health to a fourth, but she was still not worried. Her arrow slammed right into the meteor, causing it to divert straight into the boss’ face. It’s health immediately dropped to ⅜.

The resulting scream reverberated in both player’s ears, causing a small decrease of their own health. They were so close to beating it!

The boss wiped the flaming stone from its eyes and slashed its sword in such a way that both Zoba and Kelpie would be hit. Kelpie shot another arrow, hitting the blade just enough that it would just pass over Zoba. In doing so though, she had no way to dodge herself. She lifted her bow and tensed, prepared to try to parry the sword.

“Spirit bolt!”

A smaller than expected impact hit her on the head and due to concentrating all her strength on her bow, she was knocked to the ground. 2 damage appeared in the air she had occupied just as the sword sliced through it. The boss stumbled and fell to the ground.

She glanced over to the djinn and saw Zoba’s arms stretched out. Nice, that was a smart move! Kelpie gave a thumbs-up and yelled out to her.

“I’m gonna try to end this!”

Setting her aim at the boss’s head, she drew the bowstring back and concentrated. The inky black arrow swirled and swelled to two, three times its size. Zoba shouted “Charged!” The gold oil lamp was already fading as Action +20% appeared next to Kelpie’s other status effects. The arrow was set loose and Kelpie reeled back from the recoil. The arrow shot even faster before, moving side to side like a slithering snake. It slammed deep into the boss’ head, causing it to fly off its body. The health bar dropped to zero and was replaced with the word “Victory”. The body and head exploded into black ash. There were two soft plinks as the drop items landed on the floor.

There in all its glory was the rare Cosmic Metal she longed for. Next to it was the common item “Solar Flare”, an orange and red swirling orb. It gave the player who equipped it flame resistance and fire damage. It could also not be equipped with any cold type items.

Kelpie gingerly picked up the Cosmic Metal. The temptation to pocket it and run was very high, but she couldn’t do that to the nice djinn. She turned to face Zoba.

“Would you let me keep this? I know it's a very valuable item, but if you let me have it. You can have the Solar Flare and if you want i’ll help you farm this dungeon and show you all the secrets I found.”

Zoba came back to earth, feet forming and prancing forward as she came to peek at the two drops. “Yeah, of course! You said you were after an item from the boss, after all. And, well, I personally wouldn’t use it, but someone in the guild might have a use for a Solar Flare; I’ll add it to the treasury, thank you!” She folded her hands behind her, shifting her weight to one foot. “Uh, if you happen to know a good spot to pick up some Bailey Beads during this event? That’s what I came here for! And, well… it would be fun to stay teamed up a bit longer. You’re pretty good at this teammate stuff, you know!”

Kelpie sent a blushing and smiling emoji.

"Ah thank you. Teaming up with you is fun for me too! There's a few treasure rooms where the Bailey Beads spawn. I'll take you to them now!"

She waved for Zoba to follow her and together they walked through the boss door.

#overlord #kelpie dark #kelpie #zoba #real life on the seventh floor #my oc #others ocs #collab

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vanityloves · 3 years

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anyways im gonna listen to/read the fuckin...rise of the ogre shit bc ive been putting it off 🪓🥴 im gonna put stuff under the cut bc im gonna be TALKING n dont wanna make a new post everytime

piss

ok he performed for 2 pounds 50. which is basically $3 today i- well it was absolutely a power play on his father behalf that also had the promise of money so.

also lol he said Rejection fueled my ambitions which, yknow,, i already knew but it still hurts and i will continue to talk ab it xoxo

AH HELP. "...if ebay had been invented at the time he would've sold me online there and then,"

"man hands on misery to man, yknow"

THEN PROCEEDS TO CONNECT IT TO MUSIC/HIS CAREER. this man said :) the one thing i truly have a passion for. the one thing i fucking like.

oh yeah. bullied by students AND teachers.

oh god hes 42ish during this interview? ok.

the fuckin school bully saying he wouldve acted differently if he knew what hed become

getting called "faceache", then proceeds to call 2d that. jfc he really does just repeat what everyone says. really "treating others how i was treated/how they treat me"

maybe thats why? hes kinder to fans? bc :] you support me and like me so, ok ill return that energy

MURDOC GETTING HIS ASS BEAT N PARADING HOME LIKE WELL I WON BC 'I PISSED YOU OFF' SJDJD

a real rowdy boy. absolute nasty boy. fraud and arson... shooting ppls windows with his air pistols

black sabbath being a huge inspiration? fucking absolutely.

became a satanist n shit at age 16? "it fitted me like a glove" "heavy metal and devil worshipping became my favorite past times" ajsj funny that ppl in trying times often seek religion or following of some sort

heavy metal being his favorite, n loving the clash, while hannibals was more punk based

hannibal breaking murdocs nose for the 2nd and 3rd time for playing his music on hannibals turntable

he doesnt sound that bitter? ab hannibal? he doesnt sound incredibly fond but he talks ab how he got him into a lot of music. so, i imagine they we're a bit closer than i thought?

international baccalaureate in antisocial? anthropology?

MURDOC IS ACTUALLY SMART HE WAS JUST. NOT INTERESTED IN THE SUBJECTS? I GUESS? (also,,, he literally Built cyborg noodle and i think he had a PhD too lol. but its always nice to hear hes actually...yknow, interested or good at other things)

alright but murdoc having a fascination w/ other cultures - or at least some interests, that lead him to actually study the damn subject and "pass with flying colors"

'fuck college though. im gonna be a rockstar'

he sold his soul at 18ish? whenever the fuck he got kicked out but college was mentioned so my brain goes to 18ish idk

he lived with his father still and paid rent via low paying jobs one including 'part time dressing as santa'

help he was ab to take a Personal Job for quick cash and uhh well, "still made me call him sir though" he really said 20 dollars is 20 dollars, huh "that story was totally true"

alright, 1997,,,

2d stuff

loves zombie stuff? thats really cute, and is freaked out by the way they move. god he rambles

both he and murdoc are horses in the chinese zodiac

[[jfc ok if the official shit compares them a lot i understand why ppl ship them but Dont. its a narrative foil and that doesnt always mean Romance jfc.]]

SUMTHINK.

truly... a lil stinker. super cute bouncing baby and a "bit thick" which is stull so endearing to me. hes just a happy man!

excitable 10 year old and would dance around his room

jfc the fact he has normal/caring parents. i kinda forget how opposite hes supposed to be from murdoc but i think thats another thing jsjsysg (murdoc said why isnt my tragic story making me famous why does he get to be the Star. no wonder he acts like a loon)

i still dont get how gettin bonked by a tree branch made him go bald and also turn his hair blue

big tiddy nurse mommy,,,

went to the same school as The Cure and got decent grades despite hittin the noggin quite hard. WANTED TO BE A STORM CHASER... OMG??

oh thats really cute, hed bond with his dad by building keyboards toegther 🥺💕

messed around with paints and graffiti? artistic king

MURDOC AGAIN: QHDJ 'VILLANOUS' GANG HELP

oh yeah d day...new instruments, new band, new singer - and 'had to be the best or no dice' and absolutely CONFIDENT that his songs were bangers ajsjd

but on that same note, had absolute faith (or desperate) in 2d which i love

ransacked the fucking music shop jdjdj and 2d said he was Just Standing There behind the counter the whole shift hdhdh

"thats when your eye came out, yeah" "yeah!-" HELP WHY DOES HE SOUND SO HAPPY AB IT ?? yes he said ut hurt but he sounds...ok

jfc murdoc ragdolling this poor mf around. dunking him and slapping him around. actually? so incredibly terrible and abusive and i hate him for that 🔫 im sorry 2d stans. we dont condone that behavior here ong.

how and why the FUCK did 2d's parents allow that fucker near their child after that i??? help. wtf. his moms a nurse why didnt she just have murdoc sit in plain view of other people. god damn.

2d flying out the window n hitting the curb "whoops"

"just two black holes...[ah] it looked great...a blue hair, blacked eyed GOD- the girls would go wild-" "pretty boy looks" ???? HELP. HE DOESNT GO LIGHT ON THE COMPLIMENTS, HUH

RUSS TIME

oh yeah, he straight up kiddnapped this man help. idk how he managed that, russ is a Big Man??

AND MURDOCS MUSIC WAS SO FUCKING SEXY GOOD that russel said hm alright ill stay, :] out ifbhis owm free will im screaming.

"oh this is one of them febreeze commercials" "uh . yeah sure. *murdoc turning on his Sick Tunes*" but that either means? it was just his guitar playing the convinced russ? unless he and 2d recorded sumn?

"2d was the looks, murdoc the brains, then russel truly was the heart"

'while 2d and murdoc liked music, this man was a MUSICIAN' god fucking bless this book holy shit ny man russ getting some respect. he said back hurts from carrying this band.

murdoc basically heard this guy had big trauma that gave him So Many Skills n said "thats what i want" ok idk thats actually really? inch rest ting to me. seems that murdocs fine handing out compliments but i guess that where his charisma really helps out yeah?

"he was going to be in my band whether he liked it or not" ...murdoc-

HELP. 2D IS LIKE BRO GO ON IM LISTENING 🥺 despite hearing the story 50-60 times and murdoc said fuck off you lil shit.

ok irrelevant but i love his voice! its super comforting n nice to listen to 🥺

HELP MURDOCS SO BITTER. "NOTHING THAT HAPPENS TO US IS NORMAL" WELL YEAH. THIS IS TRAUMA CENTRAL.

idk how/why he sucked up all his friends souls though ... how are they all possessing the same person. they said "its my turn on The Russ"

DELL IS HIS ACTUAL, LITERAL SOULMATE...KING...😭

went to a private school,,, and was already possessed? and the thing where he gets bigger and smaller is a reoccurring thing?

was in a coma for 4 years?

hiphop machine...time and history...the ultimate set i guess.

his knowledge was infinite and hes a "Renaissance man" hes so fucking smart our king. jack of all trades but a master of drums. he said i know im good and what of it

PAULA.

HELP. HE RMBRS THE STALL: CUBICAL NUMBER 3 🥴 IF I DO RECALL 🤤

yes russel our king. fuck up his nose 5 more times. probably stunted his growth too. he shrunk after russ gave him a wallop im sure

why dies paula sound like tracer overwatch

also only dated 2d for 2 months before joining the band?

HELP SHE REALLY WAS THE FIRST MURDOC FUCKER: "but when i saw murdoc with his thick greasy hair, green teeth and yellow skin i thought 'oh this is the ine for me!'" "OH HES SUCH A DANDY-" HELP ME IM HQJDHD

sick in the head...like i want to hurt people help girl. shes fucking Crazy. but she rly said damn i didnt hear back from him again 😭 and my purse is gone JSHHD

MURDOC: SHE WAS DEPRESSINGLY UGLY *still fucked her*

NOODLE TIME

"small japanese person!"

2d: we werent gorillaz until noodle arrived!

im dying the reason he chose gorillaz. 'swinging through the jungle baring my ass'

noodle really said "im just happy to be here" and she balanced everyone out 😭 "she gave off pure love and the fact that she could laugh at murdoc REALLY helped too" RUSS... IS BABY

JFC MURDOCS SO FUCKING CONFIDENT IN THIS BAND IM LIVING FOR THAT. HE SAID YOU WANT US SO BAD IT MAKES YOU LOOK STUPID. THE CHARISMA

2d rambling ab some girl he met and "ssSs" "whats the s stand for hawhaw" "i dont know!".

THE RECORD LABEL GUY.

one song is all it took i ❤ good for them

just murdoc talking ab the party that they threw for thier deal and saying "you dont know how much of a dick i felt like [when carrying one of those huge checks]" like oh thats whatll make you a dick? alright.

A FOOD FIGHT THAT WENT SO HARD THAT IT KNOCKED 2DS TONSILS OUT? WHAT THE FUCK

ahshdj damon and murdoc not getting along bc of Rival Band One Uppery + damon calling murdocs cuban heels crap since ge wore steel ones with gold spurs.

MURDOC FEELIN EMBARRASSED BC HES 'QUITE PROUD OF HIS SHOES'

but the band and damon getting over music and their ambitions and became a "paternal figure"

HELP MURDOC SAID AWIOGA @ RACHEL WHICH MADE HER THROW HER DRINK IN HIS FACE AND SPLIT FROM 2D. kinda sad actually, she said i still like 2d but murdoc kinda ruined it by trying to get it in with me, it put a strain in our relationship :/ oh god murdocs That Dude

nov 31 1998: started recording :]

40 tracks that got cut down to 15 holy shit

KONG STUDIOS 🤲

hooking up cameras in every room ejdjsu

webby artist of the year in 2006? holy shit

noodle learning ab kong studios omfg

JFC. YES I KNEW KONG WAS BUILT ON/IN A CEMETERY BUT I DIDNT KNOW PPL FOR THE FUCKING PLAGUE WHERE THROWN THERE HDJD

built in 1739?

the ghost of the first owners ghost still roams around in the kitchen in the early hours and moans 'aaa glass of water'

theres some rotting bullshit near the studios and in the summer its fucking TERRIBLE

the former owners were a biker gang, and they all died in a fire

murdoc said this place has bad vibes. i want it.

grim weather

the building feels impossible to escape from huHgg

#rip lol i feel annoying but my blog my rights ig #brainworm ivy #gorillaz rambles

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themidnightpanda · 3 years

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So this one took a week and Im uploading immediately after I finished drawing it

So yknow how I drew myself and my anti-self a while back? Me and Feral? So the two of us had a chat that started with “what if, theoretically, we could fuse into one being”. The conversation ended with the start of this thing’s character design.

Before you ask, yeah, I’m aware the legs look kinda wrong and how the hair doesn’t have actual hair texture and how fingers probably shouldnt work like they do for the hand thats holding the fancy fireball thats actually just a bunch of magical smoke. Thats all on purpose - after all, this is a being of chaos at its highest power, of course we’d stop listening to how humanoids should look, right?

Anyways, at some point in the future I plan on making this thing a reference sheet because I am definitely commissioning people to draw it later on, its probably gonna become my new online persona, if only because of the design, which I will go into deeper details about now, if anyones interested

First things first, the shoes. Because what being has any percent of being me in it without my signature shoes that I designed in 8th grade by accident and am reclaiming lately. Changed the colors a bit, added more details to them, and now I’m working on making them into real, actual shoes I can wear irl, because I am a nerd with a need to cosplay as my art sometimes (which is why I have a lot of my art of myself having me wearing clothes I already own, though this piece was really just me going “whatever” on the design and disregarding what is probably doable in some places). The stars aren’t printed or stitched on, actually - those are custom buttons with thick thread stitching them on, so they’re definitively firmer than the fabric shoes. Yes, the fronts of the shoes have indents to look sorta like animal paws - that is actually the specific way I draw lion paws, btw. I also draw panda paws similarly, though those are a bit more blob-looking... my two favorite animals are my name, yes, what of it. Last detail in the shoes is how the soles have my initials! The one visible has the P on it, and the other has F on. Also, yes, winged shoes. that’s like one of the 3 things I kept from the original design, along with the black soles and the heart tip for the... oh, no, I forgot what its called. I’m tired and my brain is a mush of colors, but the bit in gold, that’s also in the original design (though, then it was actually white and only the edges were gold)

Next up I gotta talk about that jacket, mostly because it just sorta happened by accident. It was meant to be a plain black jacket with the map inside of it, but then I remembered my love for fluffy collars, and while drawing it I just happened to accidentally use the wrong texture brush on it by accident,,,, and one thing lead to another and now the edges look like they’re fading into leaves with stars and bubbles and other such stuff that’s probably gonna change at some point, though I do love the idea of the bubbles floating on the jacket constantly. Yes, the jacket is oversized, the sleeves are scrunched up but it gets really floaty, which is intentional because then you can see the map on the underside. Speaking of, I had a huge problem when I got to that part of the design because I needed a map of one of my worlds - and none of the universes I create are stable enough to be mapped out, so I had to pick one and make a map for it - I ended up going with Eternalion, which is a world where everything is just... floating islands full of monsters, and the issue is that the islands constantly move, so only their shape (and for some, the places they meet, because there’s a group of tiny islands that are always together, and the mainland has another country off-shore that’s connected via bridges, and two other continents that are always together because they both have the theme for being super easy to get lost in for eternity), so that’s another thing about this piece that’s bound to move around between drawings, since the islands move in the world, they’ll also move on the map.

The shirt is one I actually have, I wanted somewhat simple stuff. It’s also a direct callback to the pieces with me and Feral, because my jacket was green and tehir background was also in this same area. Other things I’ve taken from real life are the phone (yes I have a blue phone I love that fact way too much) and my glasses, though my frame is a bit more round, but I didn’t want it to cut into the eyes.

The belt is actually directly taken from my OC I had when I was 7, whose name was Laila MoonValley who was a half-cat, half-bat, half-human queen of reality... I really haven’t changed much since. But the buckle that’s just a half moon is definitely from the original design of my first ever OC, so, there’s a fun fact.

The wings are actually probably my signature thing every time I draw myself. White feathers with golden edges, I literally used to go by “Goldfeathers” in 8th grade, it was cringe and I’m kinda over it, but the entire thing with the wings is, again, based on real life, because why not. Except mine are purely feathered, but I figured, why not add a bit of dragon-looking wings, so the tips are sorta dragon/bat like. Because why not.

The tail is... I honestly don’t know, but Feral insisted so why not. The ears, once again callback to my old OC and her cat ears. The other ears, the ones that look like wings, are sorta based on Fae ears, but not really? Like, its supposed to look kinda like it but also definitively like wings, so idk, wings for ears is fun.

The hair doesn’t work like hair, but my hair does work like that - it reflects the sun and gathers dust and stuff like its made of plastic, so, I took that to an extreme. The fingers are actually just how I draw demon-looking fingers - or, used to, at least. it’s been a while since I’ve drawn any demonic beings, so, idk.

The orb! It has a galaxy in it, because why not, and is also once again direct callback to the two pieces with me and Feral holding orbs ourselves. Except for some reason I went “it’d be cool if there were birds inside this one”, though I dont think they’re very visible anymore.... The eyes are also direct callback to our pieces - the actual color bit is in my shade of green, with the tiny bit of gold from my eyes, too. The pure black thing is actually supposed to look like the eyes are just sockets and so are the black trails coming from them, and that’s also what it should have looked like on Feral, theoretically.

The halo is just leaning on the angel vibe with the wings, while also having some semblance to my crown... except on the opposite side :) And the fire-looking thing, it’s actually smoke/fog, and there’s feathers in there. It’s magic, I don’t know much about what it was beyond “it looks cool so we’re doing it”. Oops.

The glowing wisp things are just a purple version of the glowing wisps from my piece - the one that’s my pfp, where, if you look, the wisps also form the wing-like ears! It’s gone full circle... or whatever. It’s been two weeks, idk if it really counts as long enough to warrant that phrase.

Not much to say about the background, I just wanted a light source from behing bc the last two pieces had a light from the front and I just wanted to try something new (as though this entire piece wasn’t an entire experiment in and of itself... oof). That’s a sun right there if it wasn’t obvious. Also the handwriting I used for that “oh?” was. so fun to make up. Its a combination of my fancier handwriting, my signature’s font (”font”, I just add stars a lot and use my fancy handwriting everywhere else) and adding a bit of flare by connecting the question mark with the h. I’d have said I made it up on the spot, but the O had a star even in my sketch, so, idk, it was mostly improv in this one, just had a vague idea and it went out of my hands... and took like a week to be made, this was supposed to take less but I got carried away... ^^”

#art #digital art #why is art so hard #this one took a week dear gods #oof #texture brushes are fun #thanks krita #best program ever ily #ooh boy Im tired #now time to prepare bc I have a test tomorrow and its 8 pm oops

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giratina-plushie · 3 years

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*vibrates in chair* Hi! 3 things! 1. How have you been? 2. I would like to know about your ocs (all of your stories and character designs are very interesting :D) and 3. just a random thing that popped up in my head, What are all of your ocs' favorite colors and/or hobbies?

hi hello!! i've been. uh. yknow that meme where it's a horse staring into the distance with just the word "man" in bold meme text? ive been that for the past two days BUT it could be worse so i'll take that as a win

and im glad you wanna hear about them hshdhs- i love talking about them

anyway, colour and hobby list go

ysa - teal + red, dressmaking

jan - pink, knitting

allister - red + gold, training + weapon care

tiff - sea green, sailing

alex - his favourite colour is one humans can't see (he calls it special green), collecting things

karma - silver + teal, reading

ceru - any shade of blue, he has too many hobbies to list but the most interesting one is aerial silk dancing

jaz - ice blue and burgundy, jewelry making

ansel - PINK PINK PINK, gardening

iris - gold, reading

lainie - purple (!!!!!), knitting + she wants to learn thread/yard spinning

icarus - any warm colour, he doesn't really have hobbies but he likes watching people be happy

ash - gold + sky blue, bookbinding

#ren talks #yes jan and lainie frequently meet up to knit together #swan's ocs #new tag bc Why Not #anyway if anyone wants to ask about any of them i am looking directly at you

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smarmaladey · 4 years

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The Bad Touch - (3/3)

Chapter 3 - “the discovery channel”

Rating: 🇪

Fandom: Jojo’s Bizzare Adventure

Relationships: 🐞♡🚺

Words: 12479 (yikes i know)

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Our “lovely” heroine finally reaches the truth.

cw: rape/non-con elements, AU (probably), ooc (probably), break-ins(?), unintentional voyeurism, “sci-fi violence”, mind break (sorta), mildly rough sex, blood, yknow the uje

enjoy ♡

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Tuesday.

12:00 AM.

The third incident.

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How?

How did it all go wrong?

It all sounded so slick in your head. It sounded foolproof. It sounded...smart.

Your scheme, to you, felt like the best idea you had ever had in your life--at least in terms of your own, organic plans. But, as it always seemed to turn out, being a "thinker" just really wasn't your style.

What a shame it was. Really, to think that your egoism had already conjured up a hypothetical scenario about you solving the mystery of your boss’s behavior, therefore sparing countless others from the humiliation you went through, therefore gaining some kind of respect from people you barely knew.

To your defense, anyone would’ve thought that it was flawless.

...Alright, in retrospect, maybe it wasn’t so great.

The idea was to exploit a brand-new, experimental technique you’d been working on to make yourself utterly invisible, and to stow yourself away in Giorno’s bedroom until you got your answers. What you did was demonstrate Black Hole Sun on the surface of your skin, in such a precise way that the only light absorbed would be “visible light”, therefore making you colorless, i.e, invisible to the human eye.

On paper, that was where it ended. Because to you, and your egoism, it felt untouchable. You had so much confidence, in fact, that you just up and did it! Right away! No further thoughts, no Plan Bs, just as soon as you got out of that sunroom you maneuvered your way to the second floor and swung open a random window.

To your luck, said window was just the one you were looking for. Upon stepping onto the plush carpet of your boss’s bedroom, shivers traveled down your legs at the temperature. It wasn’t as cold as the office, per say, but it was still madly different from the mild early-autumn climate.

At least it smells nice.

The room looked exactly as you had imagined it, a fuchsia-purple-blue-gold color scheme, gaudy flower and ladybug themed decorations, and, of course, a king-size canopy bed. It honestly felt less like the room of a powerful adult man, and more like a clueless American teenager’s idea of what being a rich European was like. Ugh.

But you had no time at all to dwell on pointless things, you had a mystery to unpack! Moving as silently as you could, you began scouring the entire place, starting with the small bookshelf at one edge of the room.

Nothing seemed to be evident, except for perhaps a thick-sleeved copy of Kama Sutra. Needless to say, you pushed that one in as soon as you pulled it out. At this point, you had already used your “technique” when you entered the room, but soon faded it out when you realized it was clear.

It was frustrating, the fact that there was nothing abnormal about his room. Hell, he didn’t even have any condoms or anything in his nightstand! You’d think he’d at least have the audacity to plan on violating you using protection, but no! He didn’t possess anything suspicious aside from a shitty book or two, at least nothing he kept in his bedroom.

Realizing this, you let out a groan, and coincidentally, you heard an unidentifiable noise right after and panicked. Heart racing, you rushed to a corner of the room, right next to a dresser, turning invisible. What you didn’t know was exactly how long you’d be forced to stay in this one spot.

This was the point where the cracks in your plan really began to show.

Consequences of this "technique" of yours wouldn't be apparent at first thought, but you already knew what could happen. During numerous past self-training sessions, you'd discovered how using your Stand in this way affected your body.

By removing all visible light from your form, it basically made you a sponge for ultraviolet. The UV rays previously had, at the least, made your skin extremely irritated, and at worst, gave you a few medical scares.

You thought that you’d be safe from this, since the lights in the room were all off, and the sun was already going down by the time you arrived. Although, when you saw the multiple light fixtures in the room, there was a sense of unease that overtook you.

So, cut to the present, you’ve been standing in this one corner for countless hours, too terrified to move from the fear of getting caught, while dreading the inevitable daylight. Also, additionally, it was midnight at this point, and Giorno hadn’t shown up. Why?

The only people who’d come in were a few housekeepers that soon left upon seeing nothing wrong. Whenever that happened though, it was rough, as the light from the hallways tended to spill into the room and scald your skin a tad when the door was opened.

Needless to say, your current situation kinda sucked. The only stroke of fortune you’d had so far was finding a few stale snacks in your coat pockets that gave you enough sustenance to not go insane. As for hydration, that was a different story. Before you had retreated into the corner, you considered getting some water from the bathroom, but you held off on it until it was too late. This didn’t bode well, combined with your ever fluctuating body temperature, the dehydration set in much sooner than you had hoped.

You cursed the very concept of time, and the fact that there was no clock in the room.

Normally, at these hours, you’d either be asleep, watching television, working, but usually asleep. Currently, you were more sleep deprived yet more awake than you’d ever been, leading to your mind going to places you’d never explored before.

It’s just not fair. You never asked for this. You never wanted to be put in this situation. What would eighteen-year-old you would’ve thought if she knew this was where she’d end up after becoming part of this organization? Crammed in the corner of her boss’s bedroom, because said boss tried to force himself on her (twice!) all of a sudden, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it instead of simply just avoiding him?

At eighteen, during the first months of your “career”, you’d never seen your Don as a man, nor did you really see him as a boy either. Just an untouchable figure that you slowly seemed to get closer to, yet still remained slightly enigmatic. He was ethereal, beautiful, and assumedly powerful--like a god. You had no clue how he got to where he was, and you never planned on learning. Yet, as he got older, and became a little bit more reliant on you, that divine mask of his seemed to chip away. He felt more human, less like a god and more like...a demi-god? Something like that.

Despite all of that, he remained practically unreadable to you. And this persisted to this current situation, being that you still had no real idea what piqued his sudden “interest” in you.

Your mind ended up going back to Sunday, to that first-ever incident. To his constant showcases of unwellness, to his abnormal teeth, to his fascination with that one vein in your chest. These, along with his apparent misunderstanding of temperature physics, were the only points you really had.

Racking your brain, you tried your best to come up with some kind of half-conclusion with these points. Was he sick? It’d seem like he was absolutely impervious to any kind of illness, but he was only human after all. But, you hadn’t ever heard of a flu that makes people inexplicably lustful, so that was probably off the table.

Puberty? No, can’t be. He was too matured and too responsible to be having hormonal “rushes” like that, and succumbing to them, no less. Plus, neither that or the illness excuse explained his teeth.

Did some kind of Stand possess him? The thought of anybody managing to lay even one finger on him seemed out of this world to you, hell, you still couldn’t fully comprehend how you managed to successfully break into his home. Even so, it did seem like it was the most plausible out of your three “theories” so that was probably the farthest you could reach with your current information.

Apparently, getting lost in your thoughts was a great time waster, as when you peered around to the window after settling down a bit, the sky had gone from near pitch black to a greyish blue. You couldn’t help but sigh when you realized this, both in weariness and fear.

It wasn’t long before you sensed some commotion from under you, nothing too alarming, just a few signs of people walking here and there, mostly from the bottom floor. Working in stealth had caused you to greatly hone your senses, which came in useful for situations like these. You had even picked up a habit of memorizing footsteps, and that included the ones of your superiors. For example, one of Giorno’s right hand men (you didn’t know his name, but he was recognizable enough) had heavy, hasty footsteps, not unlike your mother, or a particular now-neutralized leader of a rival group. Giorno, on the other hand, walked slowly and lightly, the precision of his movements reflecting everything else he did.

None of the footsteps downstairs stood out to you. They all blended into each other, all light and fast, the most common category you’d come up with.

As time continued to flow, you slowly kept backing yourself even more into the corner in order to avoid as much light as you could. It revealed to be in vain, though, since you could already feel the UV seeping into your flesh and causing a mild burn.

While uncomfortable, it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, since there were no lights on in the room. At one point, you considered moving to close the curtains, but you decided against it.

Is it really too late to leave? Most definitely. Perhaps earlier, you could’ve ditched the plan and left without leaving any evidence, but now you were in too deep. The carpet would’ve definitely had imprints of your shoes, there was probably sweat and other DNA samples scattered around, and you most likely wouldn’t be able to close the window behind you. Shit. You knew, no matter how deluded he seemed, he’d be able to know you had broken in just with those clues.

If only I was like him. If only.

With that thought, a sudden wave of depression hit you.

You were a genuine fool, to think someone like you could’ve pulled off something like this. Truly. You weren’t a thinker, you weren’t a conniving mastermind, you were a pawn, a worker, a soldier. A machine that just knew how to follow orders.

But then again, you were kind of content like that. And besides, becoming a breeding doll for your boss wasn’t exactly your ideal type of promotion.

So you stayed. Stayed in that one place, till something came up again.

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You weren’t very sure, but you felt that it was around 4:00 PM when your situation truly began to shift.

Leading up to said shift, you’d been drifting in and out of consciousness, as keeping B • H • S up took a lot of your energy. During those moments when you were present, you kept wondering if you’d end up eventually dying here, in this place. Wondering if you’d just end up succumbing to the dehydration and radiation, keeling over like a ragdoll while the light inside you faded.

What would people think of me if that happened? They’d probably see it as some kind of Aesopian tragedy, a cautionary tale to be passed on throughout the organization. A tale of a woman with a once efficient, somewhat important role in the great Passione machine, who threw it all away in the search for unnecessary answers.

You were genuinely starting to feel hopeless. It was most likely showing, too, you could tell some of your color was fading back in, no matter how transparent it was.

How ironic. In all of the many kinds of media you’ve consumed, color was usually a symbol of hope, while darkness and paleness was seen as evil. It seemed like, in your case, that was reversed.

Ignoring your past fears, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh when you thought of this. And that was when you heard it.

Footsteps. Recognizable footsteps, no less, coming from the hallway just outside the room, getting closer and closer.

Slow and light. Perfetto.

And just like that, all of your color faded away once more.

It wasn’t all smooth sailing, though, there was something abnormal about those footsteps. They weren’t slow slow, like you were used to, they were a tad quicker, a smidge hastier. Medium slow.

That didn’t matter when they paused, presumably just behind the door. You could’ve sworn your heart stopped when you saw the handle of the flower-shaped door knob begin to wiggle and turn.

Time seemed to go slow as the engraved, gold-painted door creaked open, and from the corner came a shiny black brogue. Who else could it have been, but the man of the hour himself?

Giorno stepped in slowly, a neutral, but slightly worried look on his face. He was being a bit cautious, almost reminiscent of how you stepped into his office that fateful Sunday. His outfit looked no different than your past few encounters with him, somehow, some way.

You watched his eyes scan the room as he closed the door behind him. Again, it felt like your heart was stopped, especially as he was glancing towards the exact corner you stood in.

This is it. He can definitely tell where I am. He’s going to find me. He totally is. I knew I shouldn’t have done this. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. In that quick second, regrets started filling your head for what felt like the thousandth time today. If you had decided not to go through with this, you probably could’ve just moved to California and lived out your dreams, devoid of worry. But no, no no no no, you just had to--

Giorno didn’t notice you.

The confidence that refilled into you felt blazing.

Your boss sighed and started taking off his shoes, and shortly afterwards, his socks. You watched him closely, even as he strode to his closet to put them away, walked back towards your side to grab a random book from his bookshelf, and then promptly tossed said book onto his bed.

When he approached the door again, and his deft fingers neared the light switch, your breathing hitched. Fortunately, he lowered them, deciding against flicking on the lights.

It felt so surreal, watching him like this, in his element. Perhaps it wasn’t exactly normal, as you took note of how dismayed his face looked, and how hasty he was when walking down the hall. Well, it wasn’t surprising, but it felt a little good to know it wasn’t just you he was acting weird around.

He stopped in the middle of the room and stretched his back, grunting very quietly before sitting down at his decorated vanity. A rolling noise echoed through the room as he opened one drawer and took out a bottle of liquid, and then a small crimson handkerchief. Then, he turned a knob on the side of the mirror, and the brim of the vanity mirror lit up.

Despite the sudden flash of excess light, you steeled your resolve and stayed silent. This was your chance, you couldn’t go and ruin it now. Besides, it wasn’t even that much artificial light--it’d take more than a tiny fluorescent bulb to take you down.

You examined him as he dabbled the liquid on the hanky, sighed, and then began to smear it on his face. He started with his cheeks, then his forehead, the bridge of his nose, and ended with his chin. All while the red cloth gathered a stain of pale beige, and the true texture of his face was revealed.

There was a noticeable red tint on his face, like he had a fever or something. It made sense. A lot of sense, actually.

Giorno turned the cloth over, re-applied the remover, and wiped off his mouth. The natural light pink color of his lips was uncovered, pert and shiny.

Cute.

Wait, no.

As soon as those intrusive thoughts entered your head, you shook them out and internally punished yourself for even noticing that.

You still had a good reason for looking at his mouth, you were trying to spot his strange teeth, but they didn't seem to show. Bummer. He then moved on to his eyes, giving the lids a couple half-assed swipes before setting the hanky down altogether.

He stood up, closed his eyes, and started fiddling with the brooches on his coat, while trailing off near your side of the room. Before you knew it, he was standing right next to you, topless, the garment folded in his arms. It all happened so fast and so smoothly, it was almost terrifying.

Now it really felt like you were invading his privacy. Especially after he put the coat away, walked a few meters away from you, and stretched his back again. You could see every inch of his slim, toned figure, every muscle that shifted underneath his flawless flesh. Needless to say there was a bit of heat on your face, and it wasn’t just from the radiation.

After he had enough of giving you an unintended show, he sat back down at his vanity and rested his left leg on top of the other. Leaning back, he lifted his long braid onto his shoulder. You couldn’t remember where from, but you once heard that he hadn’t gotten one haircut in the entire time he’d been Don, allowing it to lengthen down to the small of his back.

How does he manage all of that? You knew it wasn’t the most important thing to worry about, but still, how?

Perhaps the same way he handled everything else in his life; (Well, everything except advancing onto you, and most of his interior decorating) With inexplicable perfection.

He began to meticulously pull his braid apart, after removing all the ties. It was insane, how he managed to make even something as simple as unraveling his hair look so graceful, in a way only he could achieve.

Under the cloak of your Stand, you bit your cheeks.

When he was done, he tossed and shook his hair, a golden cascade that rolled off his shoulders and flowed down to the base of his spine. Soon he grabbed a brush from inside a drawer and started combing it, ever-so-slowly and gently, with zero hitches or knots.

You were, frankly, quite enjoying the view up to this point, but this is where things started to get a bit...mundane. Never did it cross your mind how many times your boss had to brush his hair each night, but it was proving to be quite a few strokes. You were nearly thankful you didn’t decide to count them.

While this was going down, however, you could feel the UV still penetrating your skin. Along with your ever irritated epidermis, there was a growing faint feeling in the back of your skull, and a rather queasy feeling in your gut. Crap.

The only thing you could really hear now was the sound of your own breathing. The more stress put on you, the louder it got, blocking out subtler sounds that you could’ve heard earlier. One said thing you did pick up on was the quiet but notable sound of the brush passing through his locks.

For a second, you considered moving to a more comfortable position, but you knew it would be way too risky. What you did do, however, was look out the window again, checking the sky. While it was darkening, it looked to be a while before you’d feel any true relief from the ultraviolet.

At this point, Giorno seemed to have finished brushing his hair, now just sitting down and watching himself in the mirror. You had expected him to get into bed and start reading the book he had gotten earlier, but no, he just...stayed still.

The sound of your breathing got quieter.

He exhaled. Then grunted. All of a sudden, he began showing visible and audible signs of pain, curling over with his hand on his abdomen. His other hand, steadying himself on the edge of the vanity, twisted into a fist, the knuckles white.

“God…” You heard him breathe out, his voice brittle. Catching a glimpse of his face, you saw how scrunched it was, and how prominent the redness became.

It really looks like he’s suffering.

You almost felt bad for the poor guy. Almost. Keyword, almost.

Your line of sight wandered back to his eyes, which were dropped, looking down. He had leant back in his chair, gazing at his own lap. It didn’t register with you when his hands moved down to his hips. It didn’t register with you when he unbuttoned his paints, and hooked his thumbs into the waistband.

The next time you looked down, you saw it.

He was...exposed. To say the very least. And...erect. Very erect.

It was like staring into the goddamn sun.

You almost immediately averted your gaze, your breathing stopping altogether, as the heat in your cheeks threatened to grow hotter than the radiation racking your body. Oh lord. Mother of god, what the hell?

Out of the corner of your eye you saw him wrap his hand around himself, and soon after you heard him moan. He moaned. Was this really happening?

It shouldn’t have shocked you as much as it did, it really shouldn't have.

He gave himself a gentle stroke, and the weight continued to sink in. You frantically looked for something else to gaze at, but you couldn’t resist the urge to stare. Instead, you settled on squinting your eyes so much so that you could barely see anything.

The sound of his breathy voice cut through in the silent room, torturing your own ears with sounds that sent uncomfortable shivers through your torso.

Now you really felt like a pervert. Truly. Never in your life would the thought of a situation like this ever crossed your mind, even at your most hormonal during your teenage years. Secretly watching someone, anyone “gratify” themselves was already a wild idea, and now that said person was your boss, one of the most powerful men in the goddamn country?

It made you want to scream.

Minutes went on, with no sign of him stopping. Although, halfway through, you picked up on something; something a little strange.

His soft, gentle moans had changed into what sounded more like sobs. Not even erotic sobs, just genuine weeps. You bit the bullet, looked at his face, and lo and behold, he was crying. His tears mixed with the leftover eye makeup on his face, and dripped down onto the surface of the vanity and the floor. It was the first time you’d ever seen him like this.

It was the strangest, most disturbingly saddest thing you’d ever seen. And you'd seen plenty of messed up movies. Yet, instead of feeling sympathy, something else clicked inside of you.

The shock, embarrassment, and fear faded away.

He was vulnerable. For the first time you’d ever seen.

I could kill him right now.

You totally could. You could collapse the entire room with just one flick of your wrist, and most likely get away in time as well. All his efforts, over the three years he’d been at the top, could be destroyed in just a matter of seconds. And he wouldn’t even know.

How ironically poetic would that be? After trying to violate his lackey twice, said lackey ends his life while he’s pleasuring himself--like a fucked up modern version of a cautionary Greek fable.

What would happen after that? Would I take over? Could I?

The thought of that was enough to make you hesitant. Would that really be what you wanted?

You moved for the first time in hours, bringing your invisible hand in front of your face. Even though you couldn’t see it, you knew it was there, and you knew what it could do.

Would I be hunted? Killed? Assassinated? Or would people...worship me?

While the morals of the organization confused you more than anything, you knew some people had strong, strong feelings about Giorno’s policies. You couldn’t even think of any changes you would make, honestly, you didn’t care or know enough about that kind of stuff.

During your juggle of the pros and cons of that decision, the young man across the room grew all the more intense, bucking into his own soft hand, most likely wishing it was yours. His other hand moved from the vanity to the edge of his chair, his knuckles white and forearm trembling. He shut his stained eyes and tilted his head up towards the ceiling, voice growing higher and breathier.

After a couple more solid pumps, he finally released. He let out one final whine as he climaxed, bringing you out of your thoughts and forcing you to lay eyes on him once again. As his essences surged out, he exhaled gently, his body calming back down.

You watched as he sniveled one last time, before loosening his back and letting go of himself. He put his hands in front of him, seemingly coming to terms with what he just did, before tossing his hair up and sighing one more time.

Giorno sorted himself out a bit, pulling his waistband back up again before slumping over with the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

Your window of opportunity was starting to close. You could feel it.

Near panicking, you put your hand out in front of yourself and did a quick rundown of all the consequences of taking action.

This is my chance.

If I don’t do this now, who knows what will happen?

But is it really worth it?

Who else could I hurt by doing this?

Shit.

With the fingers crossed, you raised your hand up higher.

If I’m going to do this, I have to focus…

So you did. Your vision unblurred, and…

wait.

what the hell is that.

Across the room, the ghostly golden form of G • E had been manifested. And its fingers were at the light switch.

no you cant do that

you cant

its not fair

Time seemed to go slow as you watched the switch flip up.

thatd be way too much light please

please dont do that

please

dont

During that microsecond after the switch flipped, you almost came to terms with your downfall.

The instant the ceiling light came on, what felt like a thousand suns bloomed upon your flesh. It was like every single atom in your body was being shaken, and a dozen needles were being shoved into the back of your skull. You gave in near immediately, crossing your forearms over your face in an attempt to protect yourself as your cloak dissipated and you came crumbling down to the floor.

You hit the carpet with a thump, letting out the shrillest, most pained scream of your life. After all this time, you were finally able to see your own two hands again, but this time they looked emaciated and dull as they gripped onto the carpet.

There was most likely something else going down in the room, but you paid it no mind, as you raised yourself up onto all fours. Something swashed through your head and caused you to heave, a concerning amount of liquidy saliva dripping out in place of vomit.

Behind the sound of the loud ringing in your ears, you heard a voice.

“I-I...ah…”

You turned your head towards him, neck cracking, eyes so wide they hurt. He looked absolutely taken aback, his jaw dropped and cold sweat on his forehead.

Once again, a newfound confidence overtook you.

I may still have a chance.

All of your remaining strength was used up trying to get back on your feet, all while you kept glaring at him. With your hand pointed to the sky, you shouted;

"Don't you dare! I can murder you right now, right this second! I won't hesitate, bastard!'

His face looked filled with dread. "H...how long have you--"

"Thirty-two hours! Thirty two fuckin' hours! I've been hiding here, cooking myself alive, waiting for you, for thirty-two...ho...urs…" your breath ran out as you finished your words.

"I...dear lord…" he uttered.

Seconds upon seconds of awkward silence between you two passed, so much that you could feel the lactic acid building up in your arm muscles. Both of you were breathing heavily, you moreso, with your body begging you to stop doing things.

Eventually, Giorno’s expression dropped, and he turned, once again slumped over while pinching the bridge of his nose.

Is...is he not going to attack me? “H...hey...what’s your deal?” You asked, quieter.

He wiped his hands down his face, groaning. “Suppose this is what I get for being brainless...god almighty…” It was infuriating, how easily he brushed off your threats like they were nothing.

Your rage flared. “You’re underestimating me, aren’t you? Don’t doubt me! I already have one of my Stand’s plants on the roof, and if you try to pull anything on me, I’ll destroy everything you’ve built up over the years!” That part about the plant may or may not have been true.

The golden boy looked at you again, completely unamused. “Alright…” he breathed out, dropping his arms to his lap. “I understand why you’re angry. I really do. If--”

“Then why’d you do it?” You quickly spat out, “why are you like this all of a sudden? What’s going on with you?”

A few more seconds of silence passed.

He sighed. Again. “If you really want it so badly...then I suppose you have the right to know. Just...calm down, please?”

You were a little stunned at this sudden turn of events. It felt like just a few minutes ago you thought he was like a heavily-guarded safe full of secrets, but now he’s just offering to open himself up to you, right here, in this very moment.

“Retract your Stand, please,” he made a lowering gesture with both hands. “I don’t want you to strain yourself anymore. Come and sit down, I beg of you.” His arm stretched out and he patted at his soft bedding.

While you did indeed lower your arm, you stayed hesitant, refusing to let your guard down. “Hey, wait. I don’t get it, how come you’re acting so…”

Giorno quirked a brow.

“So...normal?” You gritted your teeth after the last word left your mouth.

“Sit. Please.” It would’ve been rude not to comply.

Now that you both were face-to-face, seemingly both in the right state of mind, he began. “Honestly, as mortifying as it is, I think you came at the best possible time. That’s because…” He cleared his throat.

“It’s something I’ve been experiencing ever since April--perhaps even before then. I’ve been having these...urges, these...desires. And...oh, how do I put this...it started off somewhat normal, but it soon started to cause me...physical ailments.”

The eye contact didn’t last long, as you ended up dropping down onto his bed, resting your dire, dire self. You felt a tiny bit bad for paying less attention to his words and more attention to the lovingly soft mattress, but you still got the gist of what he was saying.

“It’s been especially apparent in my…” again, he cleared his throat. “...abdominal region. There’s this pressure, this pain, and it doesn’t have anything to do with my stomach or my kidneys or what have you--it’s something different entirely. And that’s only where it begins…”

The feelings in your head were mixed. One part of your brain had sympathy, while the other felt a bit of gratitude hearing his ailments. It was a bit fucked, sure, but pretty understandable considering what you’d been through.

"My body's been so hot--"

"--I know. I could tell."

He looked down sheepishly after you interrupted him.

"That's the one thing I've been noticing." You went on, "it's weird, man. Plus, closing the door to 'keep the cool air inside?' That's not how that works at all!"

Silence.

"Y...yes. You're right. But in addition to that, my throat's been so dehydrated, and near nothing will quench it. It's awful, truly…"

"And?"

"Mastur--ah, gratifying myself helps, but only temporarily. Each time that longing, that fire comes back to haunt me and it...it hurts…"

After some more silence, you propped yourself up by your elbows to look at him again. "That sounds...horrible, but I just want to know, why? Are you sick? I don't--"

"I was going to get to that."

He shut you up.

Taking another sigh, he leant back in his chair again, holding his knee. "If you had asked me that, say, four months ago, I wouldn't have had a clue. Yet lately…"

"I'm listening."

He inhaled for a good second. "I've been looking deeper into my origins, ever since I turned eighteen, trying to find out where I came from...and what I discovered was--"

And...out.

Everything your boss said started going in one ear and out the other. And who could blame you? It was a habit.

He just...went on, about his family, parents, his Stand and even his birthmarks for some reason. You truly didn't see the point in 99 percent of what he was talking about.

I just want to know why you're acting like this, you bastard. I don't care about your dad or whatever…

Despite your vexation, you did pick up on one subject that he seemed to bring up a lot during his tangent; Vampirism.

It stuck in your head so much, that when he finally stopped talking you instantly sat up and responded, "woah, woah, what? What are you talking about, about vampires? You're not seriously…"

His deadpan expression told you all you needed to know. It also told you that he could tell you were barely listening to him.

“Well, that’s what I said.” He began, “my current theory, stemming from all the research I’ve done...is that I’m a vampire.” He paused for a second, then adding on, “or, at least an ancestor of mine was.”

More silence.

Wha?

It definitely should’ve shocked you more than it did, but...somehow, it made everything make sense. The teeth, the thirst...still, part of your world was turned upside down. You weren’t even too unfamiliar with the supernatural, with your family being relatively superstitious, but something like this…

"And I'm thinking that this period is some kind of...awakening. A sort of…--"

"Vampire puberty." It wasn’t even a question, the pure disbelief in your voice overshadowed any other nuance.

"Oh, putting it like that makes it sound a bit--" you cut him off before his last word.

“--you...you’re kidding right?” You couldn’t help but stare him down, but he looked 100% serious. “Ho-how? How did you come to that conclusion, of all things? I mean, I get it, sorta, but…”

Giorno put his hands in front of his mouth and took in a deep breath. “Have you ever tried pork blood before, amore?”

Now it was your turn to stare at him with a judgmental look.

“I had some the other day at an Asian restaurant...oh,” he moved his hand to his cheek and looked away from you, “it was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. Truly, it was amazing.” His eyes were near sparkling.

You weren’t given a second to respond.

“After I had that, some of the dryness in my throat went away, but it was only for a while. I still found my eyes lingering on people’s veins, at the reddest points of their bodies...and you were no different.” A pang of your heart rang through your nerves. “Somehow, I knew that the only thing that would satiate me would be...the taste of a human, as awful as it sounds.”

Silence continued to prevail.

It was a lot to take in. You ended up getting up and standing in front of him, your back turned and your hands supporting the back of your head.

In spite of the millions of words swirling in your head, one seemed to prevail.

"Me…?"

"Pardon?"

You dropped your hands, but refused to look at him. "You could've chosen anybody to pursue, for these needs, but...you chose me, of all people."

“Well, I…” Giorno stopped talking when he heard you inhale sharply.

Rather slowly, you turned your head to look him in the eye.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

It became uncomfortably quiet, and he looked down at his hands, twiddling his fingers. “I don’t see how that has anything to do with--”

“You are! I fuckin’ knew it!” Your voice came out loud, louder than you intended, but you didn’t bother piping down, “holy shit…” The only thing that felt appropriate was to rub your temples while continuing to take in all you’d learnt.

“What difference does it make?” His brows were slanted, a questioning and slightly furious expression on his face. “I don’t understand why you’re making a big deal out of it.”

“Be-because...ugh…!” You were having a tough time getting your words out, your voice going up a few more pitches. “That kind of thing...for your first time, you should do it with a person you, uh, really love…"

"But I-"

"An-an-and!" You held a finger level with his face before crossing your arms. "You should do it with someone your own age, too!"

He did some math on his fingers. "Wait, you're not that much older than me at all--"

"We-ell then whatever!" You knew you sounded irrational at this point, but something was still driving you to sputter out words. "The...the point is, someone like you should do this with somebody special...I mean, I’m just a random lackey, right? It’s not like I’m...uhm…”

His expression didn’t drop, it just grew more irritated.

“You truly never listen to me, do you, cara?” Your boss sighed and looked towards the mirror again. “How many times have I told you, already?”

He watched as your once hardened appearance softened with concern.

“I chose you to go after because I love you. Didn’t I tell you this before?"

"I...uh…"

“‘Random lackey…’” He repeated your words with venom on his tongue, shaking his head. “Ever since I met you, knowing all you were capable of, I’ve felt a connection to you. Not to mention you’re one of the most…” a dreamy sigh came out of him, “...interesting people I’ve ever had working under me. I mean...you broke into my house, that's so...bold."

It was too much. All this news, it felt like your brain was an overflowed sponge.

“No...don’t say that…”

In the midst of all your confusion, he stood up.

“What do you mean? Do you not believe me?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

"Amore mio, I’ve loved you for so long, now...I know this is all sudden, but I thought you would be the best one for this situation, I thought you of all people would understand…” His hand came up to brush some of your damp hair away from your forehead.

“Lying...you’re lying, you have to be…” It couldn’t be genuine. It just couldn’t. “You...someone like you...can’t…”

One of his hands came to rest on your shoulder.

“Oh, why do you reject me so much?” He breathed out, “you keep saying ‘someone like you’...what kind of person do you think I am…?”

Your name slipped out his lips at the end of his sentence. His words sent shocks right to your eyes, the liquid threatening to spill out.

“Maybe…” his face became one of sympathy. “Perhaps you don’t think someone like you deserves a person like me?"

That was it. That was when your downfall became cemented in stone. It felt like he had just stuck a key into your heart, but instead of unlocking anything, it just made everything collapse. Your egoism, your confidence, and all of your self-security shattered, and the pieces that fell had cause your tears to overflow.

Although, you did realize one thing.

Giorno Giovanna was far from a super-secretive man, nor was he cold like one might expect from a goddamn mob boss. You had no idea how he got to where he was. But, despite that, you realized how he kept his place at the top. How he managed to control everyone under him, how he got so many people to submit without using force.

He got inside my head. It's over.

The tears felt hot running down your face.

All you could let out was a sob, and a fragment of a word. Without warning, he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to yours, taking in the noises while holding your face gently.

His lips taste like roses.

Was there really anything else you could do, besides kissing him back? You gripped at his triceps, still sobbing out your nose as he deepened the kiss, without protest from you. It went on for a few seconds, before you finally couldn’t take it anymore and broke away from him, escaping his embrace and moving away quickly.

Despite you retreating into the bathroom, both you and him knew that he had won.

♡🐞♡

Click, clack. Click, clack. Click, clack. The imaginary clock in Giorno’s head was the only thing he could currently hear. It felt like it could be fit for a time-bomb, as the longer the uneventful period went on, the closer he felt to exploding.

Five minutes. It had only been five minutes since you had ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind you, leaving him to contemplate his actions. (“Contemplate” in large quotes, since there was already a lustful smog growing in his brain, clouding up his rational thinking.) Since you had retreated, he had picked up on water occasionally running, a few concerning heavy impacts, and perhaps a cry or two.

He was almost starting to think that he might’ve pushed you a bit too far, what with making you break down in front of him and all that. He would’ve actually begun to feel some regret, if not for him hearing the bathroom door behind him at the perfect time.

Giorno looked behind his shoulder, and there you were. Standing in the doorway, completely bare apart from your underwear, covering your breasts with your forearm. While there was still a shy, cold expression on your face, the three words you uttered told him all he needed to know.

“Do your worst.”

The pure joy inside of him fired up. He finally met with your eyes, giving you a small smile that said a thousand thankful words.

Before you even had a chance to trail a meter away from the doorway, he had stepped over to you and trapped you in his oh-so-warm embrace. He soon kissed the shell of your ear, uttering out a soft "thank you."

Your legs felt weak.

He snaked around behind you, aligning his arm with your raised one. His hand cupped your knuckles, squeezing them.

"Put your arm down...let me see you…" there was an almost desperate twinge in his voice, more apparent when it was so close to your other ear.

Of course, you obeyed him. What else could you do?

The golden boy resisted the primal urge to grope and caress your chest, instead deciding to begin guiding you towards his bed. He still kept his bare torso flush against yours.

When your knees touched the edge of the mattress you instinctively gave in and dropped down onto the comforter, momentarily detaching from him as you crawled up to your knees.

When you blinked, Giorno was in front of you again. He put his hand on your neck and gripped it very gently, getting up-close to your chest-shoulder area. You could feel his lips touching against the very slight hairs on your body, threatening to give you goosebumps.

“Cara…” he still sounded desperate. “I...I don’t know where to bite first…”

It was true. There were just too many places he could go for first; the soft, lovely flesh of your breasts, the accessible, potent croon of your neck and shoulders, or even a part of your face...it was enough to give him analysis paralysis.

He didn’t get any suggestions from you.

Eventually he made his decision by pressing his lips against your chest, right next to where your heart was. For a split second he pulled away, allowing you to invite him by raising up your tits with your forearm.

You watched him, his eyes happy, as he slowly opened his maw, revealing his small fangs. It wasn’t long before he finally bit down onto you, be it mildly.

It didn’t hurt that much the first time around, but it made both of you realize it'd take more force to get you to bleed for him.

He wasn't deterred though, quickly after the first bite he champed down again, his canines poking down into your flesh, drawing a sharp exhale from you.

The harder he bit, the more you whined. You felt a bit of suction on the spot, as he was trying his hardest to get any of your extract out and onto his tongue.

Finally, after gnawing at you for a good half-minute, he broke skin.

To your surprise, he pulled away, wanting to look at your blood before he indulged. The little red splotch bloomed bigger, and started to flow down your breast.

The pure, unadulterated salacity in his eyes made your body feel warm.

His tongue rolled out, his breath so hot it was like steam in the cold room. He swept up all the blood that flowed out, his saliva seeping into your small puncture and stinging slightly.

But that sensation had nothing on what he was feeling.

By God, it was the most sublime thing he'd ever tasted. Coating his tongue, your fluid sent him into a state of absolute ecstasy.

It was as sweet as caramel, yet as intoxicating as absinthe.

After letting out a small, amazed moan, he re-attached to your skin and sucked on it, trying to force out more of the liquid ruby. It was a miniscule wound, so only a small, thin stream was coming out, but he savored every drop of it by mixing it with his own saliva so he could swallow it down better.

His swallows were definitely audible. You tilted your head back, completely bewildered at what was currently happening.

He’s drinking me.

My boss is drinking me.

My perfect, psycho boss is drinking me.

You felt your flesh be released after a short while, Giorno letting out a groan. He moved his hands up to hold the sides of your face, staring deep into your eyes. His once pale-pink lips were stained with red.

“I love you, I love you so much…” The words came out barely as whispers, before he kissed you again. You were instantly met with the coppery taste of your own blood.

When he pulled away, the string of saliva that connected the two of you was dyed a light red. You glanced down and saw that the bite mark had been smudged, so even more of your chest was painted crimson.

There was something...exciting about that. Something you couldn’t put your finger on.

Giorno shifted, his hands on your shoulders, so that he was pressed against your back once again. He tugged you backwards, leaning onto the wall behind the bed. It wasn’t long before he sunk his teeth into your trapezius, again gnawing a few times before getting access to his ambrosia.

It was definitely painful, getting your blood actively sucked out gave you cold chills wherever he bit. You were thankful that he wasn’t drawing litres from you, in movies it always looked so...violent…

You couldn’t help but throw your arms back around his shoulders, squishing your hands between him and the wall.

He continued to drink for a good stretch of time, before sliding one hand down your body. You watched him as he pressed his middle finger against your clothed crux, producing a short yelp from you. His fingertip pressed down until there was an apparent wet spot in your dark grey bottoms.

Hot air brushed by your ear. “You’re wet~♡” He cooed, pushing his fingertip lower down the cleft. You tilted your ear away from him, squeezing your eyes shut.

A cry escaped your lips when he slipped his hand under your bottoms and wasted no time massaging your excited nub.

“I wonder how it got that way?” His inquiry was met by a sob. “Hmm...maybe you like it when I drink you up…♡?”

“I-I...ah…”

“Or…” You could feel him smile against your shoulder. “You did watch me when I was enjoying myself earlier...maybe you get off to that kind of stuff?”

“Wha...no…”

He tittered and kissed the area behind your ear. “Well? Am I correct? Do you get off watching younger men touch themselves?”

An uncontrollable cry came out of you. No...you’re wrong…

“Oh, you’re a pervert, aren’t you~♡ ”

“I’m not...not a pervert…”

You could tell he was toying with you.

Goddamnit…

While you cursed in your head, deep down, your body loved it.

Another stint of him drinking you went by, all while his hand grew more vigorous. You managed to suppress most of your noises, but it grew harder the closer you got to your climax. The thought of cumming while he was still indulging in your blood...it was so…

He pulled away with a satiated sigh.

When his fangs left you, so did his hand. It left your lower area convulsing, feeling abandoned.

“Tesoro…♡” Giorno nuzzled up against you. “That was amazing...you tasted so good, I think I might get addicted...I’m so happy...I love you…”

Despite being on the brink of orgasm, you felt a strong feeling of relief, knowing that this “saga” was over. You couldn’t help but smile, shutting your eyes and dropping your arms down and enjoying the feeling of being held in your boss’s warm arms.

“I...uhm, Giorno...I think I…” The words you wanted to say were hard to get out, but eventually you managed to build up the needed “confidence”.

You felt a bit dazed from getting all that blood taken from you, but it wasn’t too bad.

It was still unbelievable to you, to think that all this time a grandiose man like him had taken such an interest in a lowlife like you...it still felt conflicting. What’s gonna happen now? What comes next? With the intent of asking him that, you opened your eyes, and…

Oh.

Somehow, you had changed positions without even noticing. He had laid you out on the bed, your head on the pillow, and was straddling you. The light from the window bounced off his eyes, and you knew it was far from over.

He was pressing his hard-on right into your crotch, his hands on your waist. “Bella…” he murmured, dragging his hands closer to himself.

You felt your heart thump harder as he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and pulled down his pants again. Your eyes went from the center of his briefs to his face, trying to signal your distress to him. Too bad he was only focused on “himself”.

Determined to not see his cock again, you shut your eyes tight. Yet something in your head told you that it was inevitable, because honestly, where else could this go?

So you opened your eyes, be it slowly, and laid your sight on him.

This is really happening, isn’t it?

It was utterly stiff, resting on your belly, and tinged with red, just like his face. His pre dripped down near your navel, the heat combatting with the surface of your skin.

You looked up at him again, but couldn’t tell if he was doing the same to you. His eyes were pointed not at your face, but somewhere lower. Not being able to predict what was going to happen next, you swallowed nothing.

Suddenly, the bed rumbled a bit, and you reflexively closed your eyes again. You felt the crown of your head knock against the wall, before you noticed a sudden weight on your torso. When you peeked ahead, you realized Giorno had moved up your body, now straddling your lower thorax.

You were met with the head of his cock, resting comfortably in the valley of your breasts. Immediately your face reached internal levels of warmth you didn’t even know were possible.

“I wanted to try this, with you, for a while now…” he trailed off before putting some saliva in his hand rather solemnly.

How long is a ‘while’?

While he massaged the makeshift lubricant onto himself, you were staring up at him, at a loss for words. “This-this position is...it’s, uhm…” To think that such a presumably perfectly proper person would have such...pornagraphic proposals. Maybe you yourself weren’t as “experienced” as you liked to think you were.

His hands traveled to the sides of your chest, pushing them up so that the soft meat enveloped his shaft. A satisfied sigh came out his mouth, this was just the start and you already felt like heaven.

“Gio-ru-no…~” despite his nails being just barely a quarter-centimeter long, you felt them digging into your flesh. You were glad he wasn’t too heavy, if he was this would probably be even rougher. “Be gentle...please…?”

Your pleas were unfortunately ignored.

Unable to wait any longer, he pulled back a little bit before pushing forward, slightly rocking both the two of you and the bed. There was a bit of a cooldown period before he rammed his hips forward again, and again, and again.

“Amore mio, amore mio~♡” Thoughtless words were spilling from him. “So, good...your body really is the best~♡! I love...everything...about you…” He kept speaking in between pushes, but you could barely pick up on it.

The sight of his cock rhythmically slipping on your chest--it was almost hypnotizing. It was just..so lewd, so much it was by itself stimulating. You were helpless, letting your tits get fucked by your beautiful bastard of a boss, arms limp on the bed.

Under your breasts, you could feel his testes against you--you could tell they were heavy. Lewd noises kept coming out with each shove, and you had a front-row seat to them. That along with his ecstatic moans created a cacophony of smutty noises that assaulted your eardrums. His tip kept inching ever-closer to your face, to the point where you felt you would be able to kiss it if you wanted to.

Giorno kept going, rocking his hips over and over again, and it made you wonder if he was ever going to finish.

This really is happening, isn’t it...not a dream, or a trip, or anything…

He’s using me like some kind of object...

How long has he wanted to do this kind of stuff with me?

Where...did he even get the idea to do this?

Those questions were pointless, and you knew it.

You were jerked out of your thoughts when he pressed his thumbs against your nipples, making you flinch and scrunch up your face. The small amount of tears that had been building up in your eyes were squeezed out, coating your eyelids.

Seeing that subtle change in your face, Giorno sped up his movements. The whines that came from you as a result of his roughness just tempted him more, giving him extra ideas of what he’d do in the future.

Something dripped down and hit your cheek, as well as the pillowcase around your head. Only an idiot wouldn’t be able to tell what it was, which was sweat that was dripping from his bare body. It perplexed you how he still managed to smell like fragrant flowers.

His “rhythm” was beginning to feel like it was synchronizing with your heartbeat, and in a weird way, it was relaxing. Maybe it was that, combined with his warmth, his weight, the soft mattress...you wondered that, if you did hypothetically fall asleep in the midst of this, would he continue?

It proved to be another pointless question, as soon enough the golden boy’s moans peaked, before he suddenly stopped.

Is...is he done?

For a split second, you felt his weight lift from your body, but at the same time one of his hands gripped at your jaw roughly. He pulled down, forcing you to open up but a tad, before he quickly moved even higher up your body and stuffed his cock in your mouth.

Your tear-laced eyes went wide immediately. A muffled whimper came out your throat, but he ignored it and dropped himself lower down, stabilizing himself on the wall. Your abused gag reflex caused more tears to flow out, but it also just made your throat tighten around him.

After he let out a few sighs of pleasure, you glanced up at his face. His eyes were glimmering as he kept forcing himself into you, adoring the way all the soft ridges and bumps felt against his ready-to-burst cock.

Tears were completely blurring your sight as he bottomed out in your mouth. A joyous, shuddering groan came out of him before you felt something hot bloom in the middle of your neck.

Realization set in, and so did a slight sense of panic. It wasn’t long before your throat had been filled, agitating your gag reflex even more. Your heart thumped heavily as his essence invaded your mouth, the strange taste a bit too overwhelming.

While one of your hands had fingers shaking and curling, you raised the other one up to batter at his side, trying to tell him he was starting to stifle you.

In response, he reached down and pinched your nose shut.

“This...this is only fair, right~?” There was some kind of sadistic giggle in his voice. "Come on, take it, take all of me…♡" his smile, despite looking filled with nothing but love, made you want to cry even more.

You felt yourself begin to asphyxiate.

“Swallow it.” While his voice was soft, it still managed to be commanding, almost intimidating.

Not having any other options, you obeyed.

Soon as Giorno saw the lump in your neck go down, he removed himself and lifted off of your body. The excess fluid that didn’t go down came gushing out of your uselessly-closed lips, oozing down your chin as you struggled to sit up.

You put your hand to your mouth as you coughed, trying in vain to stop it from getting everywhere. To your dismay, you felt a drop of it land on your chest.

Despite the multiple fluids covering your face, you, once again, felt a strong feeling of relief. It’s over now, right? It’s gotta be. No way is he still…

You were distracted by him wrapping an arm around your shoulder and kissing your temple. “There we go...it wasn’t that hard, right?” No response to that.

“See, I got to drink you…” he chuckled as if he had just told a joke. “And now you got to drink me! We’re equal now~!”

Even if you wanted to talk back to him, you couldn’t, as there was still liquid pooled in your mouth. After spitting out most of it onto your hand, you picked up on something--your bottoms were being lowered.

You jerked to the side. “Wait, wait, wait--what are you doing?” His fingers were still pulling at your waistband, despite you kicking a bit to try and get him to quit.

He looked at you with a rather sudden innocent expression. “Well, we’re moving on now, aren't we?”

“You can’t be serious, ri-right? You...just finished…” without words, you were proven wrong by him straightening his back, revealing that he was still hard.

Lord have mercy.

“That...doesn’t make sense...how…” Giorno interrupted your driveling by pulling you back down the bed, tilting you onto your back. You genuinely didn’t know how much more you could take.

Your leg was lifted up, resting on the inside of his elbow. “Did you actually think we were done…?” He laughed while completely removing your soused underwear. It was humiliating, seeing him with the small garment dangling off of his index, and it got even worse when he carelessly dropped it onto the floor behind him. “You haven’t even finished yet, right? What kind of man would I be to let you--no, the both of us,--go unsatisfied...?”

But I’m already ‘satisfied’... It was true, even if you hadn’t technically climaxed yet, you still felt like this had gone on long enough and--

“A-ah--!” Suddenly, you were ripped out of your thoughts by the feeling of him prodding your crux with the supple head of his cock. The sudden heat made your channel clench around nothing as he pulled away from your entrance. You uncontrollably pushed up your pelvis, most certainly looking oh-so desperate for him.

While pulling even farther away from you, he moved his hand before spreading your vulva with his middle knuckles. He peered down at your drooling pink hole, watching your insides convulse with a voracious look in his eye.

“Ah...I wasn’t expecting it to be like this…” he chuckled, while rotating his hand a bit to get a better look. "It looks like it's...begging for me…"

A gratified smile stretched across his lips. He was right! He knew you wanted this just as much as he did! And when he took a look at your face, your frightened yet tantalized expression, the tear stains on your cheeks and the remnants of his semen covering your chin and jaw, he let out a happy breath, knowing he wouldn't be changing his mind anytime soon.

That sight just made him simply ache.

“Bella~” he crooned out, the edges of his eyes watery. “I can’t hold back anymore…~”

The second after that, he plunged himself inside you all too quickly, giving you absolutely no time to think. You had only a split second to come to terms with what was happening before you were impaled by a certain scalding appendage.

All that built-up stimulation from before came to a crash, your jaw dropping as you humiliatingly climaxed around him. Your fingers curled around the sheets as you pushed your hips against him, only to realize he wasn’t even bottomed out yet.

While you managed to stay mostly quiet, even during your orgasm. That couldn’t be said for the young man above you, though.

For him, it was just too heavenly to resist. You felt so soft and tight, everything he’d hoped it would be and more. A series of strained yet euphoric moans sputtered out of him as he pushed himself to the hilt inside of you, closing his eyes and letting his tears fall down onto your face as he leaned over you.

He stayed still for a small while, taking in the rapturous feeling before rising up a bit and looking down at your abdomen. “Look, look...we’re finally connected…~”

Staring up at him with lidded eyes, you silently prayed that he didn’t notice you had--

“Hey,” his voice stayed breathy, as he started to roll his hips against you. “Did...you finish just from me putting it in?”

You covered your face with your hands, crying out in shame quietly.

“Don’t be embarrassed~♡!” Giorno cooed rather loudly, forcibly grabbing your wrists and pushing them back down onto the mattress, and while continuing to ram into you. Drool, tears and sweat still running down your face, you looked down at your pelvis, feeling taunted by the marshy noises being produced. “You feel really good, and so do I--be happy! I love you…!”

He kissed the side of your nose, holding the sides of your head. “I knew you loved me too, that you wanted me just as bad--I’m so happy I’m right, cara…” You couldn’t help but nod slightly in response, anything to make him be a little more gentle.

“Suh-low...please…” it sounded like your brain was melting, which wasn’t exactly inaccurate. But even if your brain wasn’t melting, it definitely felt like your groin was. The combination of his roughness and his body heat was making your upper legs go numb, all feeling focused on the absolute stirring-up of your insides.

To him, despite the fact that your internal heat wasn't low in the slightest, compared to his own it felt like you were almost cooling him down--it wasn't just pleasure he was feeling, it was also relief. And he wanted more.

In order to try and get even deeper inside you, he raised your left leg higher, tilting you onto your side. Tugging you closer, he pressed his lips onto your ankle.

The new angle made you grit your teeth and squeal, feeling his tip reach your fornix. You extended your arms, partly trying to get him to give you a break and partly wanting to hold his hand for some kind of support.

"You're good...so good...your body was really made for me~" he kept singing your praises while churning his hips, the upper base of his cock continuously pressing into your swollen nub.

As embarrassing as it was, you could feel another building twist in your gut.

After a bit, he leant over you again, leering at the beet-purple bite marks on your skin. Those and the smears of blood on your skin looked like art of his own making to him. But something was eating away at the back of his mind, a strange instinct that was telling him to do...something…

You watched as he moved his hand closer to your bust, bending all his fingers except for the index and middle. You felt him poke at the soft flesh of your neck for a second, getting a tad confused before…

Wait, what--

Somehow, in some unexplainable way, he pushed his fingertips and into your neck, bypassing your skin without puncturing it. It wasn’t even exactly painful, but incredibly strange and almost frightening.

Fear in your eyes, you watched the veins in his forearm swell as the chilling feeling that came with getting your blood taken returned. You cried out, tears falling while you put your own hands on the one that was drinking from your throat.

For him, he could feel your blood flowing into his veins directly, even being able to taste the lovely sweet flavor. He picked up a severe pace once again, mercilessly ravaging both halves of your body.

Despite his roughness, there was nothing but love in his glazed green eyes.

I'm...getting my blood taken...while being fucked...♡

A small broken smile appeared on your lips. To think that such an amazing man was indulging in you in this way...it made you wonder why you ever tried to get away in the first place.

"Do you like this?" He asked, dipping his fingertips even deeper into your neck. "That's really perverted...♡"

The second after he said that prodding comment, you felt yourself tremble as the tugging feeling in your belly burst, cumming around him once again. Your legs stiffened and seized up uncontrollably as you moaned out helplessly.

After your second orgasm, the ever-growing exhaustion began to take a toll on you. You hadn't slept in over 32 hours, after all. Foolishly thinking it was finally over, you turned your body onto your stomach, sighing into the soft pillow after you felt him pull out both his digits and his cock.

This really happened, didn't it? Was your seemingly last thought before you were about to drift off, but that was before you felt your backside get lifted off of the sheets.

"You're a selfish woman, aren't you? I'm not even done yet and you already want to go to bed? Hm…" You heard the man behind you say before slowly penetrating your raw cunt. "...but I don't mind. I still love you~" he sighed happily.

"Wow…" he kept talking, even though he knew it was most likely not reaching you. "To think you were really threatening to murder me just a while ago...just look at you now, bella~♡"

You genuinely couldn’t respond to him, you didn’t have the brain power to do so. All you could do was accept him as he began to fuck you once again.

“Ah~” A happy breath left his lips. “You still feel so good…” he rocked his hips and bottomed out easily, pushing your pelvis towards him to keep a sort of rhythm going. “Do you like it from behind, too?”

Before he had entered inside you, you had tried your best to raise your upper body up with your arms, but failed once you felt him inside. Your face dropped onto the pillow, all the sweat and tears surely soaking into the case.

You felt his soft hands on your upper arms before he raised you up, so his chest was against your back. With his lips right near your ear, he started panting in your ear as he bucked up inside you.

"I love you...I love you…" he repeated for what felt like the thousandth time today. "And you love me too, right? Right?"

When he didn't head a response, he grew rougher.

"Say it...say you love me, please, bella…"

"I...I love you, Giorno…!"

You heard him let out a happy sound before kissing your ear. "Yes...yes...I, I love you, I love having sex with you...♡"

It felt like there was static all inside your brain. He let both of you lower back down onto the bed, still ramming his hips in an almost animalistic way.

"We're gonna do this a lot, alright? I wanna do this with you every day...♡" He kissed at your shoulder before suddenly sinking his incisors into it, quickly creating another puncture he could sup from.

You couldn’t help but cry, desperately clutching at the surely sweat-soaked sheets. It was unbelievable, but he had created another twisting feeling in your abdomen.

The broken and sane parts of your brain were having a battle, one in disbelief at how spectacularly your plan had failed and how this even came to be in general, while the other was just simply euphoric at the pleasure he was giving you.

“I’m close, tesoro…” he uttered after pulling his fangs from you. “Are...are you gonna finish again? Even though you’re so tired~? You think we’re gonna cum together…?” you gave him no response, looking at how his hands were now on the bed right by yours.

It went on for a bit more, him continuously drinking your blood while plunging into the deepest part of you. All while your brain was on the very brink of shutting off and traveling into dreamland.

Yet, after a while, he said one more thing.

“I wanna finish inside you, cara…” He moaned out before kissing the new bruise on your shoulder. “Let’s start a family~♡!”

That one proposition was enough to jerk you out of your haze and bring you to action.

No.

“No!”

You balled your hand into a fist and repeatedly pounded at the back of his hand. “No, no~! Take it out, take it out…!”

Even if it was disappointing to hear your refusal, he heeded and slipped himself out just as he started to climax. Your walls clenched around nothing as he whined out, letting his essences spill out and smother the front of your torso.

He held you tighter than ever as he rode out his orgasm, almost suffocating you with how firmly he was pressing against your diaphragm. You had let out all the air in your lungs when you came for the last time today, the dopamine in your brain hitting the absolute max.

In your last moments of consciousness, you picked up on him turning you around and letting the last few surges paint your stomach. He inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, and exhaled, as his own brain was also flooded with serotonin.

A great silence filled the room, apart from the sounds of his breathing. In the quiet, his mind finally came down from the high and he opened his eyes.

Giorno felt great. It was like all of the excess heat had been emptied from his body, and all the pain and smogginess in his head had disappeared like it was never there.

“Ah…thank you, cara, that was amazing--” When he looked down at you, he realized.

“Oh...oh.” It was a little embarrassing, “she’s out cold…” he uttered, putting his fingertips to his lips.

He was caught a little off guard, before seeing how you had been covered in his substances, as well as all the other fluids he had managed to draw from you. The sight was truly wonderful to him.

Oh, how he longed to have a camera on him, as disrespectful as it would’ve been. He’d dreamed of this moment for so long...even more since this whole “vampire” debacle began. And now he had experienced it, and it was better than he could’ve ever had fathomed.

To say he was overjoyed would’ve been an understatement.

Yet, as happy and satisfied as he was, he wanted to let you have your rest. So, after brainstorming a couple “thank-you gifts” and cleaning you up a little bit, he managed to manhandle your sleeping body under the covers.

Seeing your peaceful, sleeping face, he couldn’t help but smile.

“I wonder what you’re going to dream about…?” He breathed out before kissing the tip of your nose one last time.

With nothing else to do, he slipped under the covers as well, holding your gentle, sleeping form. And with you in his arms, in his room, in his home, he finally felt content. It simply couldn’t get better than this.

Thank you, God, for such a wonderful, wonderful day. ♡

#not even putting after notes yall dont deserve them smh #can you tell im sick of this one already lmaooo #oh well #my works #N/S/F/W #jjba #jojo #Vento Aureo #Golden Wind #Giorno Giovanna #fine ill do it #giorno x reader #yumee works #cw dubcon #cw noncon #cw other things too #why is this so long im going to shit myself

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