#i know abt the agonies and they know in their head at least abt the agonies but it’s like . so humiliating to be like

[cozybi]

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[sporesgalaxy]

I know this is something u were probably asked before but as the guy that has a good relationship with art....how do you do that??? I mean I get that this question is vague but how do you not care if it looks bad? Do you just?? Keep on going till it looks like you want it to look? Despite the agonies? You seem like you enjoy talking abt this thats why im asking, dont feel the need to answer if u dont wanna

hmmmm. You know, I don't think about the agonies much these days. But it's not that I don't care. I guess I've become a freak who sees beauty in the agonies, sorta? It's kind of complicated! I will do my best to explain!

First of all, I know that I have the unfair advantage of having no ambition. I don't have a goal for my art besides making art when I feel like it. That makes it easy to be less judgemental-- I remember having a rockier relationship to my own art during the time when I thought I would make it my career.

This is why I like talking about my perspective, though!! I think it's important to try not to let yourself be consumed by self-criticism as an artist, even if self-criticism is necessary for you, and hopefully my carefree way of looking at things can help balance things out haha.

Anyways, ambition or not-- and I know how this sounds but bear with me-- art doesn't ever look bad.

(Barring ethically harmful art, ugh, I don't want to get into ethics so just-- surely you know what I mean!!!)

Art gets a lot less stressful if you can tell yourself that no art is bad, and remember the reasoning behind that until you really believe it. It isn't a fast process, but it's very worth the work.

The truth is that art either looks how you want it to look, or it looks different from the way you want it to look, but both are ultimately neutral. You CAN make art that looks different from what you wanted, that you still feel pleased with.

When art looks different from how you wanted, the gut reaction you have is often to call it bad or get frustrated. And of course it's frustrating! Maybe you feel it's not as effective at communicating something as you'd hoped, or you feel it's not as visually impactful as you imagined...but it's important to remember those things are only your perception. Not an objective fact. And art is a two-way street! A communication between creator and observer! And communication is really weird and complicated.

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Other people's perception of your work won't ever be exactly the same as yours. Sometimes this is desireable and sometimes it isn't! Maybe your art will communicate the thing better to someone than anything they've ever seen-- even if a more effective version could theoretically exist, the "imperfect" version that actually exists and communicates is all that matters to the observer. Or, maybe a feature that turned out exactly how you wanted it to will fly completely over an observer's head, and not have the effect you wanted at all. A lot of the time, you'll never even know.

An artist can NEVER fully control an observer's perspective, so at a certain point you have to live with what you have. You already do this, to some degree, if you have ever EVER decided to stop working on a piece of art and share it. You can always keep adding to something. You can always keep editing. But sometimes, you stop. And perfection doesn't exist, so when you stop it must be because the art is good enough for now. And nothing about "good enough" is objective!

And is that really so bad? Surely people who grow fruit understand that a fruit which is smaller than they imagined can still feed somebody-- that at the very least it will feed bugs and microorganisms and be useful as fertilizer to grow more apples. Your art still means something, still accomplishes something, is still worth making whether it turns out how you imagined or not.

A lot of art is learning when to quit and move on. As a habitual perfectionist, this was something I had to learn early, to stop myself from erasing holes into every piece of paper I drew on.

There's this rule I was taught in middle school drama class: if you fuck up, act like you didn't fuck up. The audience doesn't have your script memorized, so odds are they won't have any idea you fucked up unless you tell them. Other art works the same way. No one knows what you wanted to make but you. And more importantly, a "perfect" version of your art doesn't exist (no "perfect" version of anyone's art exists, or ever will).

The version you made exists, so you have to find what's worth loving about that version. You have found what's worth loving in the imperfect art of others many times. Many observers will treat your art the same way you treat others' art. Why not treat your own art that way, too?

It sounds really REALLY corny, but I try not to think of this as embracing "mistakes." I think of it as celebrating coincidences.

I really really like coincidences. I like that every circumstance wasn't guaranteed to happen, that everything comes down to chance. I think all the little random things are beautiful because they turned out however they did, and not any of the millions of other ways things might have turned out. It's a coincidence that my genes expressed the way they did. It's a coincidence that my parents met in college. It's a coincidence that my oldest friend and I both got to middle school early every day, and stayed close even when we didn't share any classes.

Art is full of coincidences! I try to draw a straight line. The line does not turn out straight, because of the way my hand is shaped and the way my muscles contracted, because my body is not exactly like anyone else's in the world. No one else would have drawn that slightly not-straight line just exactly how I did. It's mine, and it's crookedness is what makes my art mine. Okay, maybe it's a little too crooked for what I want this time-- I'll erase it and draw a new crooked line at a bit of a different angle. There we go, I like that! Now it's my beautiful, irreplaceable crooked line! And the ghost of its predecessor guides the eye just so, and no one else's two crooked lines would guide your eye the same way, only mine! Isn't that nice on its own? Just to have made something that can't ever be replicated? To have made something no one else has ever made before?

You can also apply this in a bit less dreamy and more practical ways, I promise haha.

For example...I've never been a canvas flipper, as a digital character artist. I don't mirror my canvases to see if they still look preportional to me from either direction. I also don't usually draw visual novel character sprites that need to look good mirrored in either direction to serve their function, so it's never been a practical concern of mine.

I consider many kinds of distortion on a character I've drawn to be a good part of the visual flow of the image. Like a smear frame in animation, distoriton in the right places can make character art look dynamic and energized because it can lead the eye through a certain visual flow over the form of the character. If I were to flip the canvas, that eye-leading effect might hit differently because my American eye is used to reading from left to right-- perhaps it doesn't feel as "smooth" going in the opposite direction. This doesn't mean I need to change the distortion necessarily, it just means I prefer not to flip the canvas.

Often, these distortions aren't intentional. They're a coincidence of how my muscles move as I draw, and the areas my left-to-right American eyeballs instinctively pay more attention to. But the effect is still desireable to me. So, happy coincidence!

I think...that's the best I've got for now? Feel free to ask for clarification. I hope it's not total nonsense!

[httpkaulitz]

can u write a angst, just purely angst with absolutely no emotion except for anxiety and sadness its abt bill and how he’s been distant along 2x with reader and some random girl. and one day reader finds out and confronts him while him not gaf and just leaving her with no worries while the reader is in her lowest point ever.

sorry if it’s to long 😔

Somebody that I used to know

PAIRINGS: Bill x Female reader

CONTENT: Angst

SYNOPSIS: You discover that Bill has been lying to you

WARNINGS: cheating, fight and a bit of panic attack

You and Bill never had the perfect relationship, it was just normal like the all couple. You would fight and disagree about some things, you would make up and fight again.

You had your differences, but you always respected each other, at least that's what you thought.

When you started to feel Bill acting distant you thought it was all in your head. Maybe he really was just tired, after all that was what he said. There was no point in doubting him after so long you have being together.

But it was hard to ignore the feeling that something was wrong when it happened every time he was away for work.

You didn't want to play the annoying, jealous girlfriend. Damn, you were never like this. You even found some of the fans' comments funny.

All of this just made you wonder more and more if you were wrong. You felt deep in your gut that something was wrong and you felt so bad about it. The disconnected mix of feelings. Because you think Bill doesn't love you like he used to and is slowly moving away. Fear of being ungrateful when he doesn't deserve you to doubt him.

All this agony and doubt ended accidentally. Tom and Bill were finishing a song in the studio and you had just prepared a snack for both of them. You entered the room silently with the intention of not disturbing them, but instead of working, the two were arguing and didn't even notice your presence.

“It’s not fair to do that to her, you fucking know that.” Tom shouted angrily pointing his finger in Bill's face who looked more bored than anything else.

“You don’t have to get involved in this, it has nothing to do with you.” Bill responded with a shrug.

You looked from one to the other trying to understand what was going on. They fought sometimes, of course, like any siblings, but it was so rare especially at the level of yelling.

“And what are you going to do when she sees the photos? You know at some point it’s going to get to her.” Tom said and all your doubts, the repressed and confused feelings, everything you had been feeling for the last few weeks made sense.

You weren't crazy, a voice whispered inside your head.

And for a moment you wished you were, you wished all your paranoia was just that, paranoia. Because it would be easier to overcome and much less painful. But no, it was clear that Bill had cheated on you and as if that wasn't enough, you were finding out about it because of his brother. It was so humiliating.

"Shit." You heard someone say and when you looked at them again they were both standing there staring at you.

You didn't know how to react and the only thing you could do was turn around and leave the room as silently as when you had entered. You were so embarrassed. Mainly because of the way Tom looked at you, with so much pity.

You wondered how long he had known. Did the other boys know too? Damn, he talked about a photo. If this is on the Internet then everyone knows. You laughed when the phrase 'the betrayed is always the last to know' came to mind.

You dropped the tray with the snack on the kitchen counter and ran to the bedroom. Your movements were so automatic that you felt like you were teleporting. You took out your cell phone to look for anything, any evidence. You needed to see it. It sounds masochistic, but it's hard to believe that someone you've known for so long would do this to you.

It wasn't very difficult to find. It was everywhere. Bill and another woman together, so close it would be questionable and then in the next photo he is whispering something in her ear while holding her waist and in the next they were kissing.

You held your breath trying to swallow the lump that formed in your throat. You could feel the tears streaming down your face, your hands shaking as you stared at your phone until the screen went blank and you could see your pathetic reflection in it.

Bill entered the room and stared at you for a few seconds. No guilt or anger at being caught. There was nothing. He didn't even seem worried about you. He didn't even say anything.

You felt your heart burn even more. Because, what did you do to deserve so much indifference? What did you do to be treated like this?

You watched as Bill grabbed one of the suitcases and began to put some of his clothes inside.

“Are you just going to leave?” You asked with a choked voice. Bill paused for a moment but then started arranging his clothes again.

You left your cell phone on the bed and walked over to him.

"Answer me." You almost begged as you grabbed him by the shirt forcing him to turn towards you.

You looked at him and he looked back at you. Nothing! You wished he would at least have the decency to look away. Of seeming to feel something. Could it be that you were really so blind and never realized how cold he could be?

Your head was a mess. Why was this all happening out of nowhere?

You continued to feel the warm tears running down your face and you hated that you were crying so much when Bill didn't even show any reaction.

"No." You took a breath and squeezed his shirt tighter. “You can’t just walk away like that.”

Bill grunted. “For God’s sake, sunshine, why do you have to be like this? Can’t you just leave me alone?!”

The nickname made you cringe because you knew he said it out of pure habit and there wasn't any meaning behind it.

You looked at him for looking for anything, any indication of contradiction. Because sometimes your expressions are more real than the words that come out of your mouth. But again there was nothing. Nothing deep in those eyes that enchanted you so much.

“What the fuck do you want to hear instead, huh?” He moved away your hand that was holding his shirt and went back to packing his suitcase.

The feeling of hurt was slowly turning into anger inside you.

"Anything." You spoke louder, moving to his side so you could look at him. “Say it was a mistake, say it wasn’t, say you were drunk, say it was my fault… anything.”

When he didn't react, you took the suitcase from his hands and threw it away, the clothes scattered around the room.

“You can’t just walk away without saying anything.” He tried to free himself from your grip, but the grip on your fingers was rock solid.

Your mind was so messed up, you just wanted him to react somehow. You wanted him to hug you and tell you everything is going to be okay. You wanted him to scream at you. Anything would be better than this total indifference that made your heart hurt.

When Bill tried to push you away again you screamed. Pain, anger, frustration and disappointment burned inside you.

"Say something!" You kept yelling at him.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, I don’t have an explanation.” It was the only cold answer he gave you.

You approached him and started hitting his chest, which didn't seem to have any effect on him. “I want you to react! Say something, fight with me, just…” You screamed as you cried more.

“Stop that sunsh-” You slapped him in the face before he could finish the nickname. Bill grabbed your arm.

"Don't hit me." He whispered to you, tightening his grip on your wrist.

Refusing to listen, your other hand snaked and you tried to hit him again. ''No.'' He warned again, this time holding both of your wrists tightly against the wall above your head.

The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds without saying anything. And it was then that you realized that nothing you said was going to change his mind.

It hurt to realize he had no regard for you. Not even to think you deserve an explanation. No, all he gave you were lies and a quick way out so he wouldn't even have to interact with you.

Bill let go of your wrists and slowly pulled away from you. He gathered his things that were on the floor and simply left without even looking back.

You felt your body slide down the wall until you were sitting on the cold floor. Your body collapsed as you cried uncontrollably.

You imagined that your relationship would end one day, everything always ends, but you never thought it would be this way.

[bungoustraypups]

i just checked ur dnf criteria on ur carrd and i think what you said about mori is definitely interesting! im interested in why exactly he's your favourite character, if you're okay with telling me? /gen (i personally don't like mori because yosano is one of my absolute favourite characters and i cant forgive him for what he put her through, but i swear i dont hate people who like him. im actually very interested, and i would like to expand my view of mori)

also do u ship ranpoe?

ok so first of all: kudos to you for having a reason to dislike mori that is both personal and also correct. he did terrible things to yosano and that is canon! i'm also very glad that you're open to listening since a lot of ppl in this fandom aren't (the number of times i've been accused of being a child predator for liking mori is at least 5! this is solely from twitter tho not tumblr)

also yes i do ship ranpoe. just getting that outta the way before the mori moment begins

SO

mori is my favorite character mostly for reasons unknown to me. i just love him a lot. my first bsd fanfic i posted, which is also the first one i finished in march of this year, is a fukumori mainly mori-centric fic about the two of them having a baby, and over the course of writing that i fell deeply in love with his character, both the way i wrote him and how he is in canon.

he's so very clearly (in my eyes and the eyes of other mori enjoyers) traumatized it's almost painful. combining how he is solely in canon with the experiences of the MCs of vita sexualis and the dancing girl (i have not yet read these novels but my good friend geeg has talked abt it extensively) opens up a whole new dimension to this too.

in fact, as i've stated multiple times before: of the main BSD cast, the two who i think most likely have CSA trauma (there could def be others but this is just from what i know) are probably dazai and mori (notably, separate experiences divorced from each other, meaning i 100% do not believe mori SA'd dazai or anyone else for that matter given there's no canonical evidence to support this)

he's hot. and i like characters i think are hot (and ones i think aren't but yknow this gives him more points)

he's mysterious and we know very little about him

he's so fucking tragic as a character. a man canonically full of regrets, who never considers his own feelings but uses himself for the greater good of his city and his country, who is constantly forced to swallow his true feelings because he has to appear as a strong leader all the time and can only hope to express himself even a little bit when he's alone with his own ability? the agony and hells are real

like there's so much, this is just a few reasons why i like him bc i can't think of all of them off the top of my head but i'm happy to talk about him whenever

[chihirolovebot]

idk if it’s ever been talked abt before but i was suddenly gripped by physicist in the love hotel thoughts like. what would be their ideal??? what would go down???

the love hotel is actually an insane concept but now i can’t help but think about it with physicist (and physouma, of course)

phys in the love hotel .... i dont think ive talked abt it before ? at least not at length . probably bc the love hotel is Slightly Weird to me , even if u hc the characters as adults which i do, there's still like . shinguuji, shirogane and iruma's which are just certified dr freakishness all over.

HOWEVER i think ive said before im a big fan of some of them. i love ouma's for character reasons and bc when i played the game i was a much bigger saiouma shipper than i am now ( not that i dont ship them anymore they just dont take up as much space in my head + i prefer kiiruma lol ) . i loved amami's , kiibo's, harukawa's, and momota's too :3

PHYS THOUGH . ok lets think. lets ponder together. we r those monkeys holding hands and spinning rly fast in a circle. you mentioned with physouma BUT i wanna quickly explore what a canonverse phys kamasutra event would look like, which would be with saihara.

i think it would be one of the events that kinda . border on romantic ? but is never explicit. definitely one of the more wholesome ones that would maybe revolve around them bonding or opening up to each other and ends with some slight physical touch ( which is sort of a big thing for phys ) like them resting their head on saihara's shoulder or them cuddling up in bed together and falling asleep. i think that could be kinda cute :3 as for the 'ideal' saihara would play for phys i can imagine it being maybe a childhood friend or a classmate they've known for a while, so they dont have to do the building blocks of building intimacy or small talk . which makes them anxious.

OKAY PHYSOUMA TIME. claps hands. the 'ideal' ouma would be playing would probably look different, since it's implied a big part of phys's initial attraction to him is trying to solve what makes his brain tick. they're a lot like saihara in that sense , and i feel like their love hotel event would take a similar form to the saiouma event in the game, with ouma playing like a phantom thief and saihara as a detective . very classic. but phys doesn't suit the role of a detective , exactly...

ok angsty thought . it's been mentioned that phys has passed through a few orphanages and foster homes so what if ouma as their ideal was another kid there . one who was super mysterious at first but is implied through phys's dialogue to have gradually opened up, and is now at the point where they have a fully trusting relationship. like phys makes comments on 'i'm so glad you opened up to me eventually' and 'i feel like getting to know you was such a puzzle... but i'm glad i stuck with it in the end! because it was worth it, for you.' AHHGHGHH sticking my head into a drain and screaming so my agony is reverberated throughout the entire street. just . so much emphasis on how phys's ideal for ouma is one where he trusts them entirely and their relationship is based on open and equal communication.

i can also see phys confessing and that being like the central kind of .plot point for lack of a better word. like the whole thing is kinda building up to it and ouma's getting progressively more nervous as he realises what they're getting at. i think he would try to evade it at first , do his normal tricks, but it risks the dream ending because phys's ideal of ouma is one that Doesn't Do That. so he very uncertainly relents and allows them to express how they feel . and at this point he's all I've Made A Big Mistake because its gotten way too emotional and intimate and theyre looking at him for an answer and it feels so real .

would he confess back or let the dream end . i guess it depends on how far in the story we are . sickening as it is. in a non killing game au i think he would confess . i think far enough into the story he also would , knowing that he cant and wont in real life because of what he plans to do in chapter 5 . but who knows ! who knows.

[finalshaper]

hey guys can i admit an insecurity slash issue that's actually sorta crushing me but i cant shake it no matter how hard i try. it's under a cut so you can scroll past it, idk if this would be considered vent-y or not but i gotta say something somewhere n it's also my blog and i post whatever i want on it. though i do talk abt my ex and the emotional/mental abuse i was put through. so be warned.

keep in mind it's 4am when im writing this

okay so my boyfriend-slash-prospective-husband is going to university soon. he doesn't want to.

now i am consumed with this overwhelming dread, overwhelming terror, that this is the end for our relationship. sounds pretty silly huh. why should i be so panicked about a simple fact of life that some of us might decide to tackle through our lifetimes. so why be so upset about it?

HOWEVER. my head is severely screwed up.

my ex happened to be extremely emotionally manipulative/abusive and the damage that they've caused rears its ugly head here more than anything else. i am terrified, and i mean deeply so, of my boyfriend becoming too busy for me and forgetting about me and dragging me through an absolutely vicious period of neglect (which is what my ex did, and punctuated it by confessing to me that they never loved me to begin with and that our entire bond was a lie among other things SUCH AS successfully manipulating an entire group of people against me in order to hurt me, and demanding i stay silent about how i was treated among other things but that's a story for much later when I'm more ready to tell it)

now i know, logically, that that isn't going to happen. my boyfriend genuinely loves me even if my trauma wants to grab me by the throat and spit in my face about otherwise in the voice of my ex. i know he loves me, i know he will keep up with me as i will with him. hell we have no reason not to. he's given me the strongest sense of stability and love i haven't had since my ex had me believing they actually wanted me.

and my perception of love and my relationship with love is very, very broken as a result of the life I've lived and the fucking shitstain that was my ex. so it's scary to put so much trust in someone and so much love in someone despite my raging terror that it will all explode back in my face.

heartache is part of life and pain is part of life but when you've experienced it so much you want to get out of it and when you're this fucked up the releases from this pain are just as scary as the reasons you're in so much agony.

I am eternally grateful that my love is so patient with me. he doesn't judge me, or wish to hurt me, and it's like we grow closer and closer every single day. i am so in love with him that sometimes it feels like a physical pain in my chest and like every wound i have is healed or at least numbed. when we met there was love in his eyes, and i felt that it was real and true. which i cant say about my ex when we met last year and they essentially treated me and my mom like fucking maids and had a bitchfit when we called them out LMAO

my sister would psychoanalyze me, say that my lack of personal stability is going to drive my boyfriend away. that I'm setting our relationship up to fail, etc etc etc, a self-fulfilling prophecy. i disagree but only on the grounds that i need to heal into love rather than separate from it and that my boyfriend is just the stability i need while he lays my aching heart to rest and helps me heal. i dont trust, because of how my ex manipulated me, so having things proven with time is just what I need and just what my boyfriend is providing. I'm a battered shelter dog and i don't need to be alone anymore. I've been alone enough.

because of how my ex practically rewired my head and exploited my fears and vulnerabilities and left me with damage that is worse than any other situation I've been in, its difficult to trust people closest to me. i try, i genuinely try, but it's an ugly defence mechanism. it's why I'm so reclusive.

it's why i'm so deeply terrified of my beloved going off to uni and forgetting about me.

"give him space, he has work to do, let him be," my sister would say. trying to paint me as clingy. I'm just scared. i know all i have to do is put faith in my boyfriend (i do) but it's so fucking hard when you're this screwed up and can't tell the future.

i just wish i could have some certainty of what's going to happen. I'm terrified my world is going to end again this September and i wont survive it. i am so fucking scared. it's like I'm grieving someone i haven't even lost (and wont loose) yet.

i hate this. i dont want to feel like this.

[twsted-idiot]

WHATTT MEE?? WRITING??? NOOO :000 I haven't written Abt the mentally ill bitch in a hot minute so :3

Umm tw for yandere shi/themes, abuse (mentioned), murder, etc

"You don't want my love..?" Riley tilted her head slightly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her voice was soft...but there was a certain..edge to it. It was more of a warning than an actual question.  

Jordan simply shook his head, not even bothering to verbally answer her. It wasn't much of a surprise to the ginger...considering how shitty he, and almost everyone else treated her, she was a victim to his constant abuse, physical and verbal, it wss something she'd grown used to. Riley acted like it didn't bother her..but in reality, it ate her up inside. Why? Why did he constantly treat her like shit? She was a pretty sweet girl, on the outside at least.. it hurt to hear him actually admit that he didn't want her love, nor was he going to continue giving her his, but he never really did in the first place. 

Wrong answer. Even if he didn’t want her love or affection, nor was he going to give her his…he shouldn’t have admitted it out loud, especially not in her house, where she could use anything and everything as a weapon if she so wished. Unfortunately for Jordan…she didn’t react well, her eyes widened slightly, stepping closer him until he was backed up against the wall next to the back door. His luck just seemed to run out today, no one else was home, her older sister and mother were out doing..god knows what, and her little brother and father were out shopping, leaving the couple (if you can even call them that.) alone in the house, with no one to help the brown haired boy.

A giggle escaped Riley’s lips, her mismatched green eyes, that usually held nothing but love and affection towards him, had a malicious glimmer to them now, when she spoke again, her voice was low, blunt, and harsh.

“You don’t want my love?”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. Her eyes narrowed, a grin forming on her lips. Instead of killing him right there…she was going to give him false hope, she opened the back door, stepping out of the way to let him outside..however, he wasn’t aware of the pocket knife now in her hand. The brunette stepped outside, oblivious to the girls' intention. Jordan turned around, instead of simply walking away, as if he was going to make some bitchy comment towards her, which was the biggest mistake yet. As soon as the two were face to face, the knife was plunged into his torso, without hesitation. The sound of the blade of the knife plunging into flesh made her shudder in delight, a sadistic joy, really. Giggles fell past her lips, they were low and raspy, watching Jordan stagger backwards, falling and landed flat on his ass.

Desperately, he tried pulling the knife out of his stomach, groaning in agony. The next mistake was pulling the knife out..it’s common sense to leave a foreign object in the wound, it keeps it from bleeding out, however, apparently, it wasn’t common sense to him. Blood leaked from the stab wound, staining the grass deep red. Before he could make any effort to try to move away, Riley leaned down over him, grabbing the knife out of his shaky grip with little effort, plunging the knife into his flesh, and harshly ripping it out over and over. The sound of flesh tearing would be sickening to any same person...however, it made the gingers heart flutter and race, though her body trembled slightly from the effort. One hand covered Jordan's mouth, to muffle his pained sobs and screams, writhing in agony, it hurt like hell, Riley made sure of that, stabbing him relentlessly, but somehow avoiding vital organs for now, to drag out his suffering...Eventually he fell limp, body convulsing a few times before falling completely limp, most of his body was unrecognizable at this point, it was hard to even tell how many stab wounds there were.

“Aw…oh well~” her voice was a bit raspy, breathing slightly heavily from the effort of stabbing her now dead (ex) boyfriend more times than she could count.

Riley sighed, dropping the knife, wiping the blood off of her hands, onto her hoodie, though there was really no point, there was blood all over it too. With some effort, she managed to drag his body away and hide it before grabbing the knife, going back inside, shutting the back door, turning off the lights downstairs. The stairs creaked under her weight as she walked upstairs, to her room, shutting the door behind her. Considering what she’d just done, she was oddly nonchalant as she took her hair down, going into the bathroom, shutting the door, and started a hot bath.

The water slowly turned red as she washed the blood off her body, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, scrubbing at the blood a bit more harshly than she needed to. Quickly, the ginger washed her hair..coming to a realization, she was tired, like, extremely tired. Sure, she was always tired, but she felt even moreso now. It’d been at least two days since she slept, and it was starting to catch up to her now. Normally she’d never admit she was tired, she hated sleeping…she had vivid, horrifying nightmares, and slept fitfully when she actually got to sleep, other times she couldn’t sleep, wether it was due to sleep paralysis, her mother, or something else of the sort. Almost annoyed with herself, Riley brushed her hair, before going to flop onto her bed, too tired to wait until anyone got home.

Surprisingly, she had a fairly peaceful sleep, for once…

[problemwater]

ohoho you thought I was done with tweet threads? think again

more reimob

thinkin abt that one reimob fic where mob absorbs a lust curse and the only way for him to survive is to have sex w whoever he saw first (reigen), yknow, the fic which seems to be abandoned

it leaves off with reigen convincing himself its gonna be ok, mob will (probably) be ok, and the worst thing that will happen is mob hating him and reigen accepts that as a possibility bc hey, at least he'll live?

mob is laying on the floor, writhing, grabbing at his pajamas

desperate and fully consumed by heat and desire that he doesn't know how to satiate

reigen leans over him, brushes a hand through his bangs so he can get a good look at mob

he looks like agony, desperation overflowing from him

reigen tells mob "it's going to be okay, mob"

"you're going to be okay"

he's still convincing himself with the words

the "please don't hate me" goes unsaid

he reaches down to unbutton mobs shirt, revealing smooth, pale skin with hardly any hair still. he ignores the discomfort he feels, focusing on mobs safety

mob whines as reigen slides his fingers down his abdomen, lingering just above the waistband of mobs pants, and reigen wishes the sound didn't stir something in him, deep and locked away

he keeps his eyes on mobs face as he pulls down his pants and boxers, not daring to look between the boys legs

reigen whispers again, "it's going to be okay," mostly to himself this time

he's surprised when mob responds between huffs, "you... don't. have to... shishou,"

reigen just stares at him, amazed. mob is so kind, so considerate. he knows mob heard what would happen if he didn't. mob knows this is life or death.

he takes a deep breath, "I know, mob, but I'm going to," he pauses, "I can't lose you"

mob flushes even more, somehow, and reigen pushes away the knowledge that mob definitely has feelings for him, that's a topic for some other day, when mob isn't.

dying.

he mentally waves away the word

mob will be okay

he's going through with this

he draws a breath and reaches down to grab mobs erection, ignoring the sirens in his brain, and mob lets out a sharp moan, almost painful sounding

reigen cradles his face with his other hand, "is it too much?" he asks

mobs eyes are closed tight, hands gripping at the futon. he shakes his head, though, breath leveling as he works to calm himself down

reigen nods, begins to stroke him slowly, carefully

he desperately hopes that this will be enough, but deep down he knows it won't be

(and even deeper, a tiny part of him that he refuses to acknowledge doesn't want it to be)

he shushes and whispers soft placations to mob as he works him to orgasm, mobs unfiltered groans and moans of pain and pleasure unceasing until finally, mob comes. his whole body clenches tight, curling inward

for a moment, mob simply breathes rapidly, and reigen thinks it might have worked

but another long groan leaves mob, and reigen knows it wasn't enough

picky fuckin ghost, he thinks

he doesn't want to, but he calls "ekubo, are you here"

he appears moments afterward, "I don't really want to be"

reigen only acknowledges that by nodding, "can you. find something I can use for... lubricant?" the last word a struggle to get out

ekubo grimaces, but nods

reigen wipes the sweat from mobs forehead, repeating that "its going to be okay," and "I've got you,"

ekubo returns fairly quickly with a bottle of actual lube he found in the drawers of one of the hotel rooms, and reigen thanks him, "you can leave now. I'd prefer you do"

ekubo responds in kind, giving reigen a sympathetic look before disappearing

reigen looks down at mob, still not daring to let his eyes travel downward

he uncaps the lube, making a quick decision

he squeezes some onto his fingers, bringing them around his body to his own hole

he hasn't done this (any of this, really) in a very long time, now, so he should go slow

however, mob is again writhing in pain, so he works himself open quickly. just enough. mob isn't very big anyway

he closes his eyes as he draws one leg over to the other side of mobs body, straddling him

he takes a deep breath and opens his eyes

mob is staring up at him, expression still pained, but now with a front of awe in it

part of him is relieved that mob isn't disgusted by him

he reaches down to grab mobs erection again, this time to hold it in place against him

mob shudders

reigen shudders

he slowly lowers his hips, feeling mob breach him

mob moans again, and reigen wishes that the sound didnt ring down to his groin

reigen is soon seated in mobs lap, mobs hips twitching and bucking upward erratically, chasing the heat of reigens insides

reigen lets him, trying to move in tandem with mob

it feels good, part of reigen acknowledges

another part of him shoves that part away

mob doesnt last long, even though he just came

he spills inside reigen, crying out, tensing again

this time reigen notices a nearby light flicker off and back on again

right.

he lifts himself off of mob, settling to one side again

he watches as mob calms, hoping desperately that this was it, this was enough

but sure enough, after a few moments of harsh breathing, mob whines again, clutching at his abdomen for something reigen definitely wanted to avoid

reigen sighs, drawing up the will for this

he's already done so much, but this. this he feels is different, somehow

worse

this is what would make him the monster he keeps telling himself he isn't already

the tiny part of him he doesn't want to acknowledge supplies "mob wants you, wants this" as if reigen had any inclination that the latter was true

he waved those thoughts away, focusing on the "mob will only be safe if this happens" part

he let out a long breath, grabbing again for the lube

the sound of the cap opening caused another sharp gasp from mob, who evidently knew what it meant

"it's going to be okay, mob" he repeated as he drew his slick fingers toward mobs ass, using his other hand to gently usher mob to spread his legs

mob obliged, though tense, and reigen finally failed to avoid looking down at his groin, getting a full view of mobs spread legs, his bare thighs, and, regrettably, his dick

he slowly brought his fingers to mobs ass, rubbing the muscle in small circles

mob started letting out a stream of small moans, only increasing in volume as he gently pressed his first finger in, slowly until it was all the way inside

he felt himself hardening at the sounds and the feeling of mobs insides

he gently thrusted the finger in and out of mob, until he was relaxed enough for him to add another

mobs voice only grew louder, more desperate as reigen continued carefully working mob open

reigen knew that he was objectively not particularly well endowed, but compared to mob, he definitely felt larger than usual, so he was extra diligent with this

mob was growing more desperate, though, and the words "please," "shishou," and, "inside," worked their way into his moaning

the last word in particular doing horrible things to reigens self control

he pulled his fingers free from mob, who whined from the loss of stimulation, and reached for his own dick, stroking himself until he was fully hard

the sirens in his brain grew louder, faster as he shuffled into position between mobs legs

"this should be it, mob, you'll feel better soon" he cooed at mob, cradling his face with his free hand, surprised to find tears along mobs cheeks

"mob? are you okay?" he asked, wondering if he'd gone too far

mob could hardly form words at this point, "need... shishou... hurts" were the only words reigen managed to hear

"should I stop?" reigen asked, even though he was fairly certain of the answer

mob shook his head quickly, "nnNo... please... please... inside," mob whined

reigen leaned down to press his lips to mobs temple, "okay... okay. you're gonna be okay. I'm gonna make you feel better, now"

mob groaned as reigen pressed his dick to mobs ass

"try to relax," reigen whispered as he pushed forward, sliding slowly inside of mob

it felt so fucking good, the press of mobs insides against him, the warmth radiating from him. he couldn't hold back a moan at the sensation

it really had been a long while

similarly, mob's stream of noises grew louder still, moans becoming more drawn out, more pleasured than pained

reigen pushed inside until his hips were pressed against mob, letting out another unrestrained moan

reigen gave mob a moment to adjust to him, before slowly drawing his hips back out and pressing forward again

a stream of "ohhh"s left mob at the sensation, and finally, finally mob was starting to feel the tension leaving his body

"m... more" he groaned, the word igniting the part of reigen he so desperately wanted to ignore, causing him to pull out and back in again, faster this time

he began thrusting into mob, rotating his hips in small circles as his body took over for him, reason and guilt leaving in favor of chasing the tight grip of mobs ass, the sounds he was drawing from the boy

"sh.. shishou, shishou... more" mob cried out, desperate for more stimulation

reigen obliged, speeding up, drawing further out of mob before slamming back into him, wet smacking sounds joining the streams of moans

reigen reached underneath mobs ass, lifting him slightly for a better angle, better leverage, causing a loud cry from mob

mobs hands eventually found their way to reigens back, fingernails drawing hidden red stripes along reigens clothed back, drawing the man closer to him,

"reigen... shishou... I need..." mob cut off, not really knowing what he needed

but reigen knew

reigen drew one hand back to mobs front, grabbing his dick and beginning to stroke it in time with his thrusts

mobs back arched off the bed with a loud moan, furniture clattering around them as mob started losing control, reigen unbothered by the prospect

he was focused on chasing the good feelings right now

"mob... oh, mob" he moaned, restraint leaving him, "you feel so good inside" he was starting to lose his rhythm, thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased their collective orgasms

mob groaned, "shishou, too... feels good. so good, reigen,"

mob was first, overcome with pleasure, coming again, small amounts of liquid squirting onto his stomach

reigen didn't last too much longer, not with mob clenching so tight around him. he pulled out as soon as he could, not wanting to spill inside of mob

reigen collapsed, angling himself to fall beside mob

both of them trying to catch their breath, reigen impatiently waiting for any sign that mob would be okay now

when, finally, mob moaned quietly, and reigen momentarily feared the worst, but mob was starting to breathe more evenly, stopped shaking, stopped tensing, and it was clear that it was finally done

mob was finally going to be okay

reigen felt relief wash over him, temporarily outweighing the guilt creeping back in

"oh thank god," he whispered, pulling mob into a hug, "I'm so sorry, mob, I'm-"

a snore interrupted him. mob was fast asleep

that made sense, reigen supposed, considering what mob had just endured

he could feel sleep pulling him in as well, and he figured he could properly apologize after sleeping

they slept there, still tangled in each other, uncertainty and anxieties temporarily forgotten

[zaminami]

i know the ask game is for different media but i'm gonna ask for your oc fable :3

i thought youd never ask

favorite thing about them:

everything! i love them to death and they're a super fun character to play. if i HAD to choose i think that their personality is my favorite? they're very emotionally constipated and its super funny to me like. they see the guy they have a crush on and immediately freeze up to their default resting face LOLL and their range of emotion is very limited.

least favorite thing about them:

they are SO complicated and difficult to draw it drives me nuts. i know this is my fault but also they really love to do their hair elaborately and like. they have scales. so its just a lot of small things to draw and it makes me INSANE why are they like this.

favorite line:

ummm i dont really have one?? my memory is bad on a good day but if i had to choose.... another character, atlan, is growing wings out of his back and fable was human before they were yuan-ti. so they clapped him on the back and said "i didn't have scales, once..." and atlan did NOT get what they were implying. or uhh if actions count. they have a crush on this guy named makalani and they popped up behind their best friend (bia), scared the shit out of her, and demanded advice. when they actually went to apply the advice, they chickened out and bia had to physically push them towards makalani LOL

brOTP:

fable and bia are such besties i love them so much. fable is a 29 year old asshole who cant ask for no pickles at a burger king and bia is 20 and can navigate her way through any social situation so its a super funny dynamic. theyre silly :)

OTP:

fable has a crush on makalani and if they dont get together i'll perish. so abby if ur reading this-

random headcanon:

not a "headcanon" since theyre my character but um..... they have a tattoo on the outside of their thigh of two twining snakes that they got as a student (pre-yuan-ti transformation LOL) and they have a strength of 7 ^-^

song i associate with them:

favorite picture of them:

not my favorites per se but these r some of the most recent lol if i put down every single one of the things ive drawn abt them id take up the entire post

anyway. tldr im autistic and i love my autistic son (fable is 10 years older than me)

[nagito-kissmaeda]

AH shuichi anon here hello.

okay okay. i've had this Concept forever but i always get super embarrassed when i try n write nsfw stuff so uhhh i was planning to request this to someone else. but i am literally Thinking abt despair disease being a motive in the third game and reader getting infected with some kinda lust disease n just... jumping shuichis bones. and he tries to resist at first but theres literally no getting away from it. hes so shy n cute i just wanna ruin him :(

thank u for taking this even tho requests just closed!! ur an angel <3

ミ☆ Here u go! It was my first time writing him, so i hope it's okay! Word Count: 3178

Contains: AFAB reader, Gender Neutral Pronouns, Explicit sexual content, dubcon (cause despair disease)

The school, despite being little more than a horrific prison designed to keep you all trapped inside, always seems to have very good temperature regulation. When classmates died, when motive after horrifying motive was revealed, you never once felt too hot or too cold. You would call it one of the schools only complimentary points, but for some reason, this morning you are sweating bullets.

Your skin feels like it’s itching, your clothes feel like they are suffocating as you fight the urge to tear them from your body. Most days you leave your dorm in a shirt and jeans with a thin sweater over the top, but today it feels like so much. Way too much. The jeans feel like they are cutting off your circulation.

You rip the sweater off and toss it to the floor, managing to relive at least some of the itch from your flesh. At first you didn’t notice it, but now, you realise that your breasts…ache. It feels like your nipples are pressed so hard against the padding of your bra that they hurt. Something is wrong with you, something must be wrong with you.

There is a distinct ache growing between your legs when you open your front door and head down the stairs, all but clawing at the rest of your clothes in an attempt to ease the burn. The feeling itself is indescribable, somehow toeing the line between unfiltered lust and absolute agony, you’ve never felt anything like it in your life. Despite your eagerness to dash out into the open air, hoping for the breeze to do something akin to calming you down, you find that the cool breeze somehow only makes it worse.

Fresh air rushes past your over sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your hair brushes the back of your neck and you moan aloud before clapping a paniced hand over your mouth. Maybe you should just go back inside and sleep this off, or dash back to your bath and drown yourself in the cold water until everything stops burning.

It’s amazing that you even manage to make it to the cafeteria, your legs feel like they aren't working and every step is near agony. Stepping inside and seeing everyone is the worst surprise of all. Your sex aches, every set of eyes looking at you make the ache even stronger. You tear your eyes from the group, biting down on your lip to stop the moans begging to escape. Luckily, you are interrupted before anything serious can go wrong.

Interrupted by the monokubs, of course.

“Good morning, everyone!” Monophanie starts, smiling warmly at the group, “Are you all excited to hear the new motive?”

There is a rippling of angry comments throughout the group, but you are so lost in your own head that you don't even really pay attention as the argument breaks out. Sweat is dripping down your brow and you just want to rip off your shirt. It’s so hot, why are you so hot?

“So yeah, that’s basically it. A weirdo disease that affects everyone in slightly different ways, looks like that kid there is already experiencing the effects” Monotaro says, pointing a stubby paw in your direction.

“H-Huh?” You say, “Y-You did this to me?”

“We know we’re just rehashing something our dad did in the prequel, but what do you want from us? We don’t have any talent!” Monotaro crosses his little arms, “we got this gig based entirely on nepotism! Daddy just wanted to see his babies do a good job, that’s all!”

“Wait…so the next motive is that you’ve brought some of our class down with unknown illnesses? Is that what you’re saying?” Shuichi asks, brow furrowing taught and left arm swung out to his side. You have to literally hold your breath to stop yourself from grabbing his hand and slipping his fingers into your mouth.

Miu huffs, blowing a strand of hair from her eyes, “like that’s fucking fair, none of us here is a doctor. What if it’s contagious?”

“Aw, we aren’t complete frauds or anything!” Monophanie says defensively, “it’s not contagious this time around and I can guarantee it! We had to make at least some changes or…” she starts tearing up, “who knows! Daddy might sue us for all we’re worth!”

“So wait, what exactly is wrong with them?” Keebo asks, “They look very sick already…”

“Ah, gimme a sec-” Monotaro pulls out a notepad and flips through it for a second before calling out your name, “-Ohohoh. We have you down for a fun one! Lust disease!”

“L-Lust…”

Monotaro goes into a long spiel about all the potential side effects, but all you can think about is how horny you are. It makes sense, this disease has taken away almost all of your inhibitions, you are running on nothing but pure unadulterated lust, and being in a room with all these people...can only be making it worse.

Shuichu turns to ask if you are okay, but all you can see is his lips moving in slow motion. All you can imagine is their taste. How they would feel against yours, against your breasts, on your clit.

Before you can do anything you would regret. You turn and sprint out of the room, down the hall and away. The desire is only growing stronger with every minute, becoming harder and harder to resist the urges.

You dash to the library, far away from everyone else, desperate to grind down hard on the carpet, or just finger yourself until the heat dissipates. Being in the room with all of them was too much, your hands twitched, begging for you to just grab Miu or Tsumugi, Kokichi or Angie...but most of all, you could feel your sex craving Shuichi, your friend. This would ruin your relationship, ruin it. But you want him, want him, want him.

When the door to the library opens, you collapse to the floor inside, panicking as you rip off your jeans and shirt, anything to be free from the painful confines, reaching around to unclasp your bra as well, your hardened nipples aching against the padding. When it falls to the ground, you heave a sigh of relief, the desperate warmth between your thighs remains, but at least you aren't burning up so much anymore. Sweat drips down your spine, down between your bare breasts and you whimper, lost in a fog of nothing buy arousal, whining and moaning on the floor of the library without a single thought in your head but fucking.

“Hey wait are you-” Shuichi bursts in through the door behind you, breath laboured as he had clearly chased you the full distance from the cafeteria. He covers his eyes with a forearm, “-Oh god. I’m so sorry, I didn’t uh-”

You’re lacking sense, tact too. So you ignore his blatant discomfort and reach out a hand, “Shuichi...come closer…”

“Are...are you...sure?” He stammers, slowly lowering his arm, but trying his best not to look at you, “I want to help you, i don’t know how i can but…” he gulps, “I should probably go-”

“No!” you cry, clamoring forward and grabbing his legs, burying your burning face in his thighs, “Don’t go...i need you.” a shaking breath rumbles through you as you nuzzle your face further into his pants, gasping on a moan when your sensitive nipples brush the rough fabric.

Shuichi seems quietly horrified as he looks down at you, hands jittering at his sides before he whispers, “You shouldn’t...not...not like this…”

“Shouldn’t what?” You whimper, steadily rubbing yourself up against his legs, panting and gasping at the feeling of someone else pressing against you. Even if he is just standing there stiff as a board.

“This is serious! We don't know what else this disease will do to you. I can go get the others, figure out a plan-”

He’s cut off when you knock him down to the floor, knocking the wind out of him and straddling one of his legs, “Pretty sure there’s only one way to fix this”

"Shuichi…" You breathe, your hands grip at his upper arms, and you release a shuddering breath as you grind your clothed clit across the firm muscle of his thigh, panties and thighs already soaked with your desire.

He stutters your name in a breathless little whimper and then quickly clamps his hands down on your hips. You feel the tiniest buck of his hips underneath you, followed by a sharp intake of breath through his nose. His brow creases, "Stop."

You feel like you’re about to cry, completely out of your right mind and desperate, desperate for him to touch you. "Shuichi, I-I need you to fuck me. I need it, oh my god, please? Please?" You grip his wrist, and lean in closer, unable to stop the moan that breaks loose from your throat at the feeling of your aching breasts pressing against his chest. Shuichi lets out a whimper, and this time doesn’t try to stop the way his hips grind upwards into yours.

His eyes snap open and his hands jump from your hips and into his hair in a desperate bid to ground himself, his eyes are blown wide when he looks up at you and says "Okay, l-listen. This. This isn't okay, you know that? You're not in your right mind, and I--"

“It feels like I’m burning from the inside out, I need it, I need it so badly.” You’re nearly sobbing now, sweat dripping down your neck and pooling at your collarbones, the wetness between your thighs has seeped the whole way through your panties and you’re close to soaking through Shuichi’s pants as well, “I can't stop, I can't, I--"

Shuichi’s breath hitches and his voice drops to barely a whisper, “You...you need to cum that badly?”

“Yes!” you cry, quivering and grinding on him, “Shuichi, just one, please--"

You hear him suck a breath in through his teeth. “Okay.” You are so weak and wobbly that he is easily able to roll the two of you over. It feels like your muscles have atrophied, you can barely move but for the desperate wriggles and grinding of your hips. Shuichi looms over you, a serious look on his face as one of his hands comes to rest on your stomach, “You won’t regret this later...will you?”

“No no no no! Please, please, I promise! I’ve liked you for a w-while now. Um. Not just because I want you to fuck me! I do! But...you’re smart, and kind. A-And considerate. And I--” Your hips buck upwards and internally you faintly realise what you are confessing to him, but the heady fog of arousal is too strong for you to stop yourself, “I th-think about you like this...a lot and I- hnngg, feels good. You feel good!” you whimper, grinding yourself up against him once again, little more than a puddle of lust on the floor.

“Alright...Okay...I-” His brow furrows, and then he presses a surprisingly tender kiss to your temple, and the hand on your stomach slips down into your panties. “Jesus...you…” he sucks a breath in through his nose and you can hear him swallow, “how are you so wet already?”

“I...I don’t know” You whimper, breaking into a full blown moan when the tip of his finger brushes your already swollen clit. It feels like a bolt of electricity, you shole body bows up towards to ceiling and your legs jitter with desperation, “mmmm-more…more”

“Oh god...okay...more…” Even in your stupor, you notice Shuichi’s inability to avoid staring at the way your breasts bounce with every wriggle and writhe, staring for a moment, but then swallowing and tearing his eyes away. First, he slides your panties down your legs, and then he’s staring down at the floor when his finger gently teases your entrance. Then he slips two fingers straight in, all the way to the third knuckle. He laughs to himself, it’s a surprised little noise, “they went right in...and you’re twitching”

You are. You can feel yourself clenching and unclenching around the intrusion but it still isn't enough, even with two fingers inside of you it still feels empty it feels like you are starving and his fingers are little more than a bite of stale bread. Your hips cant up into his hand, desperate for more, harder and faster, “Shu-Shuichi, holy fuck,” his thumb beings rubbing tentative circles around your clit and you howl. It’s loud as he drags and thrusts his fingers slowly in and out of you. Loud from how wet you are. you keen and cry as fingerfucks he you til you’re making a mess of the floor, gasping on his own little moans at the sight of you grinding and whimpering below him.

“Are...are you close?” He breathes, eyes blown wide while he watches the perfect ruination happening on the floor.

You shake your head, “I can’t! I cant I cant!” you nearly sob, the pleasure builds inside of you but no matter how high you climb you just can't hit the peak. Desperate for relief from the heat, from the coiling in your stomach. The pleasure is so endless that it aches.

Shuichi’s fingers are still curling inside of you when he whispers, “How can I help?”

Your shaking hand digs into the hair at the nape of his neck and you tug his face down to yours. He makes a shocked sound when his lips collide with yours, gasping into your mouth when you slide your tongues together. “Fuck me,” you whisper against his mouth humping against the gentle touch of his thumb on your clit, you can feel tears prickling in your eyes when you look up at him, unable to stop the ceaseless grind of your hips. “Shuichi please... I can’t wait anymore!” His hips stutter forward, and you feel the press of his erection at your side, but still he denies you, “You don’t really want this...you can't really want this-” You sob, chasing after an orgasm that never gets any closer, “It hurts, Shuichi”

“There- There must be something else we can do! I can’t do that to you...not while you’re like this- ah!”

He cries out when you find yourself blessed with a burst enough of strength to roll the two of you over, straddling his hips and grinding down on his hard cock. You’ve soaked through your panties entirely, that one press down on his pants is enough to soak them too. Shuichi cries out and you suck a bruise on the side of his throat. “Not like this?” You ask, fog of lust clouding your judgement once again, “but some other way, some other time. That would be acceptable?”

“What-What are you asking?” He replies, eyes rolling back in his head when you grind down on him again.

You lean down and undo his pants, not bothering to wait before tugging both them and his underwear down his thighs, salivating at the sight of his erect cock, “You...hnng...you do want to fuck me, don’t you?” Now you grind your sopping wet cunt up his bare flesh, a buzz of raw pleasure running through your veins at the feeling of his hot skin pressed against yours, but it still isn't enough, “more...more…”

“I do…” Shuichi whispers, hips slowly grinding back up into yours. His hands coming to rest on your waist, “I do want to fuck you...but...I-”

“You aren’t taking advantage of me.” You say, sitting up on your knees and finally angling yourself over his erection, “If anything, I’m taking advantage of you, pretty boy.”

He manages to shake his head, “No it's not your fault, the disease, its doing this to you- I- I would have liked to have done this right, with a few dates first, maybe i’d buy you flowers and-”

Shuichi is cut off by the sound of your guttural moan as you sit yourself down on his cock. The noise of it is obscene. You are so wet that the squelch is heard in full glory, and Shuichi’s keening whimper follows quickly after when he bottoms out inside of you.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Your palms are pressed flat to his chest, your whole body quivering and shaking as you start to ride him. The feeling of him so deep inside of you topples you into a whirlpool of pleasure, the room is spinning, all you can do is fuck and fuck and fuck

Shuichi cries out, his hips bucking upward to meet you, “How...how are you so hot? It feels like the inside of you is burning…”

“It is burning! It is!” you fall forwards, burying your face in his shoulder as you keep riding his cock, “You’re going to fix it...you’ll make me cum…”

“Oh…y-yeah, I will!” One of his hands slips down to your already oversensitive clit and it makes a jolt run through you, snapping your spine straight and making your thighs clench hard around his hips, “Is that good?” he asks.

You can’t answer, your mouth is too busy letting out moan after moan as your center starts to boil, your whole body turning to jelly and your head turning to nothing. You can feel everything at once and nothing at all, it feels like it will never end. There’s a moment of panic, that it still isn't enough, that you still won't be able to cum.

“Let me help some more.” Shuichi says, sitting up and taking your left nipple in his mouth. Suckling gently as his fingers work your clit and his cock works your g-spot. The slow burn quickly shifts to a raging inferno, pleasure zipping down between your legs and you feel yourself finally reaching your peak.

“Ohmygodmgonnacum!” you cry, just before your shatter. It feels like an explosion, your leg muscles spasming and your cunt clenching down hard on Shuichi’s cock. He chokes on a moan, hips pumping a little faster as you tighten around him, “Want your cum, want it, want it in me--” Shuichi groans, grinding up as deep as he can get with each thrust and you feel it deep inside of you when he finishes, it’s weird, it feels cold comparatively. The heat of your cunt is cooled by it, like his cum was the cure all along. You gasp and kiss him, and he cradles your face as he lets himself enjoy the high of release with you, forgetting the circumstances of what just occurred, but only for a moment.

“Oh...oh fuck” You say, the sharpness of lucidity suddenly waking you from a stupor, “Oh god I-”

Shuichi buries his hands in the back of your hair and lowers your head to his chest, he laughs, “We’ll worry about it later. Try and get some rest, okay?”

He’s right. You really need some rest.

[glimmerglanger]

ok wild prompt ignore if u feel loke it but i just read "is that a knife in your thigh or you just happy to see me?" and immediately thought of Obi-Wan (bc i am always thinking abt him lets be real)

DJFKSLDFJ Did I have a jolt of inspiration for this in the middle of a work project? Yes. Did I take a break to jot it all down before I forgot? Also yes!

Anyway! This is a little pre-obikin fic. Set during the Clone Wars. Mentions of injuries (someone got stabbed in the leg, after all) and a rescue attempt that went very wrong. Sillier than it sounds, I think.

~~~~~

“Is that a knife in your thigh,” Obi-Wan slurred, as Anakin bent over him, swearing under his breath, “or are you just happy to see me?”

Anakin stopped for a moment, gaping down at Obi-Wan, who flashed him a wide grin, apparently unrepentant. Anakin decided to blame the comment on whatever the kriff the Separatists had dosed Obi-Wan with before Anakin managed to find him.

“It’s a knife,” Anakin told him, biting the words out and putting both hands on Obi-Wan’s head, because it was the only way to make him stay still. Anakin checked his eyes. His pupils were blown, no sign of blue around the edges of his eyes. He frowned, ignoring the pain radiating out of his leg. “You put it there, remember?”

“Oh, yes,” Obi-Wan said, expression abruptly going serious. He was still tugging on Anakin’s arms, uncoordinated. Anakin had a feeling Obi-Wan had been aiming for his gut, not his thigh. “Sorry about that.”

“I know you didn’t mean it,” Anakin told him, though that wasn’t….quite true. Obi-Wan had obviously meant to stab someone. Probably whoever had done this to him. Anakin wasn’t entirely sure what this was, only that Obi-Wan was...obviously not himself. And that he was hurt. “Can you stand?”

“Do I have to?” Obi-Wan asked. He was tugging Anakin’s collar to one side. Anakin resisted the urge to roll his eyes, using the Force to push aside the throbbing pain in his leg. He’d seen Obi-Wan get like this a few times, usually after he was given pain killers.

They affected him...oddly.

“Yes,” Anakin said, trying to lift Obi-Wan’s hands away from his clothes. “I can’t carry you. You stabbed me in the leg.”

“We could take the knife out,” Obi-Wan suggested, and Anakin just barely managed to catch his wrist as he reached down.

“We’re not going to do that,” Anakin told him, though there was an immediate temptation to the idea. It was instinct to want to pull out the thing that caused so much pain. But it would be a terrible idea in their situation.

Currently, the knife was the only thing keeping his blood inside his body. It wasn’t doing a great job, but removing it would make things much worse. He was pretty sure Obi-Wan had nicked something important. 

Obi-Wan pouted up at him. Anakin ignored the expression, looking him over and trying to get a better idea of how he was hurt. It was, at least, easy to assess his condition. The Separatists must have had him in bacta, based on how sticky he felt and the fact that he was barely wearing anything.

Anakin had no idea why they’d thrown Obi-Wan in this little cell. Or how he’d gotten a knife. He had a lot of questions that could be answered later. “Alright,” he said, shaking his head. The agony from his leg was making it hard to think. “You’re getting up, come on.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” Obi-Wan rasped, husky, and Anakin rolled his eyes. He focused on getting himself up, first, hissing as he tried to put any weight on his leg. Not only was he not going to be able to carry Obi-Wan out of here, it was feeling more and more likely that Obi-Wan was going to need to carry him. 

As far as rescues went, this wasn’t one he wanted recorded.

“Oh,” Obi-Wan said, as Anakin braced one hand on the wall, trying to stop his head from spinning. Kriffing blood loss. Kriffing Obi-Wan, stabbing him in the leg while Anakin was trying to rescue him, it was-- “You’re bleeding.”

“I am,” Anakin said, reaching a hand down. “Take my hand, you need to get up.”

Obi-Wan stared at him for another long moment and then stretched out his arm, wobbly. It took him two tries to grab Anakin’s hand, but then he managed to pull himself up. He swayed forward, into Anakin, who groaned in misery, biting his tongue and trying to avoid blacking out.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, face mashed up against his shoulder. “Is a that a knife in your leg, or--”

“It’s a knife,” Anakin told him, ragged, “just like it was the first time you asked.” The room was spinning around. He thought he might be ill.

Obi-Wan patted at his sides and then asked, voice cracking, “You’re not happy to see me?”

Anakin was going to single-handedly tear apart every Separatist involved in whatever had been going on here. He swore breathlessly. “Of course I’m happy to see you,” he said, ignoring the way his leg was starting to feel very, very cold.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Obi-Wan said, voice still quivering.

Anakin was also going to strangle whoever had developed whatever drug it was they’d given to Obi-Wan. Later. He swallowed, struggling for focus. “I’m so happy,” he said, through gritted teeth. “But I need your help to get out of here, right now.” 

Obi-Wan lifted his head at that, which was a mistake, because then he swayed to the side and almost went down. Anakin cursed, gripping him to keep him upright. “Kriff,” he said, hoping no one was around to see, “alright, you’re going to have to walk. And - and help me.”

“Ah,” Obi-Wan said, nodding jerkily. “Because of the knife.”

“Because of the knife,” Anakin agreed, and swallowed a shout when Obi-Wan immediately straightened, taking most of his own weight. He only swayed alarmingly for a moment before he reached out and grabbed Anakin, dragging an arm over his shoulder.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin managed to pant out, as Obi-Wan took a swaying step towards the door, dragging him along. Obi-Wan made an agreeable, humming sound. “Next time I come to rescue you, maybe don’t stab me.”

“I’ll kiss it better,” Obi-Wan said, starting a jagged path down the hall, utterly unable to walk in a straight line. 

Anakin stared forward, his leg a dull throb and his vision starting to get a little blurry. He wasn’t sure he’d heard properly. His pulse was pounding very loudly in his ears. He asked, hearing a slur in his voice, “What?”

“Your thigh,” Obi-Wan said, readjusting his grip, taking a little more of Anakin’s weight. “Where the knife is. I’ll kiss it. It’ll be fine.”

Anakin considered that. It took a while to work all the way through the statements. He said, finally, “I don’t think that’ll help.”

Obi-Wan was quiet for a little while. They’d almost reached the end of the hall. There was a door there. And, with any luck, the ship Anakin had taken to come and rescue Obi-Wan was still out there. “Oh,” Obi-Wan said, finally, “I could kiss something else.”

“That sounds better,” Anakin told him, distantly aware that neither one of them should have been talking. But he didn’t have the energy to control his tongue. He felt...tired. And heavy. His body weighed as much as a small moon. He had no idea how Obi-Wan was dragging him along. “Why not my mouth?” he suggested, as the world wobbled around him. 

“Mm,” Obi-Wan hummed, nodding. “Alright, I’d like that,” he said, and Anakin laughed, just a little.

“Wait until I’m awake,” he advised, because if Obi-Wan really was going to kiss him, after all of this time, he’d like to be conscious for it. The world spun around again, as Obi-Wan shouldered his way through the door, over all the droid bodies Anakin had left behind on his way into the compound.

The sun beat down on his face. The ship was still waiting, ramp down. Anakin exhaled, relief carving away the last of his energy, and heard Obi-Wan make a concerned sound from somewhere far away.

[ranmanjuu]

Hey there how are you? This literally just came to my mind how will the warlords react to an mc who sees ghosts / spirits and talks with them?

i’m doing fine, thanks for asking! honestly, this is a concept that i’m very interested in (in fact, i had an idea something along these lines, though not quite, that was one of the factors why i made this blog in the first place) cause of the three ikeseries games i know, ikesen is the one who handles death the most (at least in terms of many lives lost, with war and whatnot.) 

and i wish i can expand more but also! i’m Lazy

(disclaimer that the uses of sixth senses and how spirits/spiritual “energy” works here are of my own creation, cause in all honesty i don’t know shit abt them)

—nobunaga:

the ability to see the spirits of the dead, in the modern times, was. . .interesting, to sum it up.

living with it since you were a child, you’ve a lot of experiences that range from dread and scary, to extremely fascinating. in the world of constant normality, to a fault even, it’s a sort of (sometimes morbid) curiosity to interact with those who have passed.

however,,, not many times did you tap into scenarios where you got that close to how that person died.

occasional car crashes, although the ones you were bystander to were strangers to you. those you know who did, never you got to see die in front of your eyes. and frankly, you didn’t want to see it,

however, now,,, the world seems to have different plans for you.

out of all the periods, you were flung back to a war-stricken one. even worst, being practically taken in by who’s known as the ruthless unifier of japan. 

it all started from the second day, the first battle you were dragged into. while you tried to block out the death you saw around you,,, the way nobunaga slashed the enemy commander would never leave your mind.

doesn’t help that later on you already saw the fire-like spirit, one that would resemble the man standing near the burning castle. reality set in for you at that moment; you’ll be seeing a lot of these.

each battlefield you were dragged into, you could see the spirits that would wander around, in agony, anger or otherwise. either while the flames of battle were swishing, or afterwards when you patched up the injured soldiers.

and almost each time you sense that anger was the thing that tied their spirit to the physical world (from the enemies, of course), somehow, in any way, nobunaga was a part of it.

and you can see why. you’ve heard stories, from the dead and alive, of the supposed atrocities he’s committed, and if you were honest, it created much more a distance.

perhaps it was because you knew much more clearer, the wishes the passed enemy soldiers would curse him for laying upon whatever damage he had. perhaps that was what would always haunt you, how they described his actions, that made you as tense as you were each time you visited the tenshu.

yet,, you always showed a level of care for him, that was clear the first night you went up to his tenshu to thank him for saving your life.

and slowly, you begin to see the truth of his actions. maybe there was more to him, you thought.

it made you believe much more in non-violence, which was why when the lord presented you with a gun or a sword to take his or your life,

you refused both outcomes.

you wanted to live, a burning desire to survive just like everyone else. but it goes without saying that you don’t want nobunaga to die either. not only rooted in the strong feelings you’ve grown regarding violence, but also. . .

“i don’t think i could bear to see your spirit lingering. i - i just don’t want—”

you let out a shuddering breath as the weigh of the wishes, regrets, stories, anger of the dead wash over you. so many lives have been lost—you feel like you’re simply a bearer, a messenger, for those who have passed.

you can’t even begin to imagine the ghost of nobunaga, whatever weigh he held even after death, and especially if you were the one to take his life.

“. . .what do you mean by that?”

you snap back as you look up at him, and realize that you’ve never really told him of your sixth sense. with a heaving breath, you look down to the gun and katana as you begin to explain.

explaining how you’re able to see soldiers, citizens, everyone, who was caught in the crossfire. both enemies and allies. stories of those who they’d lost, or those who’d lose them. unsaid goodbyes, sworn revenge, all of which were burnt into your mind.

their families, friends, who’ve waited for them, all of those haunt your mind until you feel like you live to tell the tale of the passed. countless nights, as you wonder if you’ll ever meet any of them, and if you’ll ever tell them how they’d felt. all the unsaid words.

slowly, he begins to understand clearer. your want for peace, your absolute disdain for death. the clear suffering you heaved, to honor each spirit.

and maybe, it’d lead to a change in him.

—kenshin:

you always found something. . .interesting about kenshin. you’d learn later that he’s the god of war, the ruthless dragon of echigo that took thrill in the most dangerous battles, but. . .something more to it.

it started when you two where alone in the field, where the fireflies rose as if the stars itself descended down to your presences. such was a sight to behold, kenshin standing amidst it all, having a thousand mile stare, to something lost. no words were said, you were all too mesmerized by the sight.

until, just as the luminescent bugs seem to flicker for just a moment, you see it. someone beside him, faded and clouded, and just as you blinked with a slight gasp, it disappears.

kenshin looks at you, the slight glow shining on his face, the moonlight and fireflies clashing together, “what is it?”

you look into his eyes, solemn and stern. “nothing.” you say, and so, it passes. but it wouldn’t be the last time.

it’s never happened when others are around, you took note. the next time was the night he put you in prison, your distraught was caught off guard last minute.

you see the flickers of a figure again, and this time, it lingers longer. you can see it clearer now. a girl, at around a teenager’s age with long hair. wordlessly, she looks at you with vacant, yet sad eyes, and walks away in the direction of kenshin.

you lean forward against the bars to look more, but. . .she’s gone.

and you keep seeing her, mainly whenever you and kenshin were alone together. hell, you’ve tried to talk to her when the man went away and she lingered, but. . .not even a single word was ever uttered.

as you grew closer and closer to the bunny lord, you’d see clearer his,, overbearing nature towards you, to an extreme needless to say. and soon, you’d learn why.

you listened to the tale and story from shingen, and silently, all the things clicked. that girl,,, it must be isehime then.

returning back to kenshin’s room, once you set eyes, you immediately notice the ghostly figure sitting in the middle. you take a breath, and step in. despite it not facing you, you know it can see you.

“. . .isehime, isn’t it?” you ask, and her head turns to you. with eyes delicately shining, you’d almost see them as if they were alive.

“so you’ve heard.” she answers, a soft whisper.

your eyes land on the ground, thinking, before they rise up to meet hers again, “. . .what is it that bounds your spirit to the living world?” such was a question you’d ask before, and you figured, now that you knew the story, you’ll get an answer.

she gazes at you with deep thought, then turns her eyes to the floor, “i just want to see him move on from what happened that day.”

everything was silent apart from her soft, echo-ish voice. “i know he’d eventually move on from the crush had i lived. and i too, i no longer like him when i was alive. however,” she looks at the clan crest with the same look kenshin had on the night of the fireflies field, “it hurts to see that it haunts him to this day. it hurts—and i can do nothing but watch. he holds a weigh of trauma, and i just—”

her head turns to you, “i just want him to move on. from the pain, the past, all of it.”

and the way she looks at you,,, it’s a look you’re familiar with. as you feel your own weight sink onto your shoulders, you knew, she’s relying on you.

and so it leads us here, now, by a small isolated place in the middle of the woods. you had this night, this one night, to convince kenshin to stop his war against the oda caused by an incident inflicted on you.

in the end, you do. with a promise that you’d stay by his side no matter how dark the road becomes, along with a ripped kimono. . .you hope for a better future for him, with you accompanying him on the rough journey.

through the trees, the faint figure of isehime begins to fade, and with a soft smile on her face, a melancholic look, she whispers to the night, “thank you. i’ll leave him in your hands.”

[misterbitches]

what i like abt muren and li chen

i’m sorta burned out and my vagina is bleeding so lemme see if i can type this. probably can lmao. my brain is going ten miles a minute.

1. the fact that they were friends first.

 someone on here said this and idk who but i don’t want to seem like it was my idea. 

the fact that they are friends and didn’t have like a connection previously and it developed. most times friends-to-lovers has a basis of some sort of romantic interest from another person so they were not truly ever friends, you know? and many relationships people aren’t friends first but that’s the best kind. and they are the truest form in that (i wouldnt say truest means good but just i think a representation of) they were truly friends, no attraction at least consciously, and were lead into it. 

2. bc they know each other well and are friends they know each other and LAUGH and if you can’t laugh with your love then there is no point. 0. lmao. i love it

idk they fell easily in2 the luvy duvy part and u can actually believe they are into each other like outside of kissing. gee. also hello! when lichen like threw the heart in the office and muren caught it? bitch! i woulda been like ew!!!!! and blushed but muren was like that’s right that’s my bitch

3. bouncing off 2 um uhhhhh the way they interact so i guess this is 2 but whatver i like lists now

muren is >:O but super sweet and receptive to others. so he responds to people and it isn’t just stoic for stoic sake or with not much substance. idk how to say this but oftentimes sometimes i feel like characters will be too oppositional to offset their partner and it can be extremely annoying to watch because it’s part of the dynamic but sometimes there’s a lack of reciprocation. i like that even if muren is quiet he smiles a lot and lets people know through his actions and shit. esp his mans. and when he needs to talk, he will. 

lichen is perfect for this because of reasons. what do you even say about this dude holy shit. first of all he really is a fucking himbo. he’s not even dumb he’s just a fucking himbo. it’s great to say the way they express their excitement and the best thing to hear, “i can be myself around you”

4. u cannnot tell me that this top/bottom discourse is actually not ridiculous esp for them bc there is no way that my eyes are seeing what i see yet there’s some struggle when they’re trying to constantly grapple with the masculine/feminine aspects (this is a good thing)

with the way that they hang off each other. esp bc lichen is shorter than him and stockier and he can attach himself like a barnacle. the way he expresses glee and love is very “feminine” at times IE reliance, support, putting your head on his etc but then there are times when he is the one to hold muren too. so it’s like they are clearly on the same  level in how they exchange love and stuff and exploring the dynamics but it clearly isnt as structured as the usual ones and it shouldnt be so they should just stop talking about this shit cos ur both getting fucked god shut up

lichen squeals like a girl and is obsessed with him. he is clingy and also says “what do you want to do to me.” if this show is gonna sit us through the agony of this stupid discourse and they tell me they arent gonna sw*tch or whatever (not that they cant have other forms of sex bc that is not that difficultand as adults w eknow this but anywaaay) then they simply are wrong

5. the ~gay 4 u~ thing is dumb and i cannot believe it tbqh cos it’s like sir....but i am glad that lichen like expresses attraction to his physique and personhood as a man and acknowledging that that is something and a part of the attraction.

 it was probably a happy accident but it’s still a good one. there’s sometimes an idea of like sexual attraction being sorta nebulous when someone is like getting into a rship with the same gender but not being sure about their sexuality or whatever or still liking another gender explicitly where they cant admit they find things attractive or enticing even when they are in a same sex relationship and it is so fucking confusing and doesn’t make sense. i wish instead of trying to make it cut and dry they just went honestly mabye they dont know but theyre both men and thats a factor. ok lets move on now. :) 

6. they make u feel nice

especially in comparison to the show being messy and also there’s some crazy stalker man running around you know they temper that 

they’re just really fun to watch. it’s an interesting dynamic and particularly with xing si in their lives it’s nice and i’m so glad there’s no one else to ruin it like say a brother who is a waste of space. but it’s mostly good feelings for them and you can see why they like each other, that they can stay together, and how helpful a relationship can be as you grow as an individual

7. while i am sure there will be further misunderstandings...comm...unic...ation?

literally boys are dumb as hell but idk if my reading is correct on this one but SO FAR TO MOI im like wow u guys like actually talk. woah. and i think that’s nice. yest i had a breakdown in front of my fam bc i am sometimes emotionally stunted when faced with distress so it’s nice to see people talking that out in particularly with like jealousy and stuff

AND their interactions in public and the understanding. knowing it takes time and stuff for them to adjust and allowing them the time. they are extremely different to other people and they want to be distinct and they can be and arre to each other they dont need to follow anyone else’s rules (except the costume department sometimes needs to get better pants for muren like that’s my rule tbh but that’s neither here nor there)

did some1 call them emotional support himbos? i think so cos word. 

oh one more thing idk the name of the actor playing li chen and im too tired to look it up but i like him a lot i think he does a good job of going seamlessly between like a jubilant person and an actual human being. he plays well at being oblivious but not outright stupid and emotionally stunted or not picking up certain signals. i think at times it seems like he doesn’t always have a sense of self  like trying to be something else for other people but then he realizes like he can’t do that so all he can do is be himself which leads him 2 his mans but yea. the actor does a decent job! it’s a fun character to wathc

[mandareeboo]

I dont have anything exact for a prompt for dc superhero girls but like... any of them that you want to write abt... simply they are girlfriends ur honor <3

"So," says Babs, conversationally. "Are you a 'one and done' kinda gal, or a 'take it slow, let it go' kind?"

Karen bit her lip. Her fingers were shaking as they dug into the wood of her desk. They'd decided it was best to do this in the Gordon home, seeing how the faintest trace of what was sticking out of her arm could send their friend into serious agony. "Um. Both sound terrible. But I guess I'd rather just be done with the pain."

"Mm-hmm." The redhead adjusted her grip on the shard of kryptonite sticking out of her arm blaster. "Gonna be honest with you, Bee. This went in at an angle. It cut you going in, it's probably gonna cut you coming out. Is there anything I can get you to make this less stressing?"

"A stuffy?" she asked. "Preferably not bat-shaped. Not that bats aren't cool. But you usually stuff explosives into the bat ones."

Babs deems that fair and retrieves what Karen can only assume is the least beloved teddy bear she's ever seen. It's fur is bright brown- or it would be, without the dust. This was clearly an ancient Christmas or birthday present, tossed around but never truly used, with just enough sentimentality to avoid being thrown out or donated. Karen stuffs the teddy into the crook of her elbow and squeezes. Hard.

"Are you going to count to three?" she asked.

Babs shook her head. "You'd tense on three. Flexing the muscles is a bad idea."

"Okay. Then wh-"

She tightened her grip and yanked. Hard. 

Karen let out a yip and buried her face into the bear. She didn't want to imagine the disaster it'd be if the Commissioner heard.

"I got it!" Babs exclaimed, holding the rock up into the fluorescent light. "Man, I wish I could study this stuff. But I don't want to risk Kara getting sick having it close by."

"Yeah," she answered, trying not to get sick herself over the faintest bit of blood. Karen tapped a few buttons on her panel and the limbs popped off one by one, falling to the floor with a clatter. Karen yanked up her sleeve. "Oh, that's not so bad."

Babs, wetting a cotton ball, agreed with her. "Won't even need stitches. This time I'm definitely gonna count, okay?"

"Yes, please."

It doesn't take long to do the medical end of things. It was, all things considered, a surprisingly small gash. That said, getting cut with a rock was a great way to make yourself hate antiseptic. The crisp white bandage was probably a bit too much, but Babs is thorough.

The damage to her armor, however, is pretty damning. Karen felt her stomach squirm as she opened the hull, revealing ripped circuits, damaged data boards, and a couple of melted discs. Not cheap to purchase. She was going to have to run on bubblegum and duct tape for a while. (Not that that was out of the ordinary)

"Back to the drawing board?" Babs hummed, hefting a truly breathtaking toolbox out of thin air. "I'll go to the lair tomorrow and see if I can't scavenge you a few parts from first-drafts bat weapons."

"Thank you." Karen pulled out a wrench, feeling it in her hands. Her grip wasn't too affected. Good. "Back to the drawing board."

There was a clatter on the stairwell, too fast and too heavy to be Commissioner Gordon's, and there was Diana, flinging open the door in her full Wonder Woman garb. "KAREN ARE YOU-" She caught sight of Karen and seemed to lose an entire inch as she sighed with relief. "Oh, thank Zeus."

Babs let out a shriek. "Diana, did you walk to my house dressed in full uniform? What is somebody saw?"

"I did not walk; I ran. I told the your father I was doing a 'costume play'." Diana seemed to struggle to regain her poise at the sight of the bandage on Karen's arm, jaw tightening. "I was told you jumped in front of Supergirl, little Bumblebee."

Karen let out an awkward chuckle, rubbing her arm. "I think that's a bit of a stretch. Y'see, Babs and I have been prepping ourselves for cases like these, and-"

"Cases like these?" Diana echoed. Her voice was flat. "Cases like what, exactly?"

"Kryptonite weapons!" Babs chirped, holding up the stone. She'd had the sense of mind to wipe it off, at least. "Just being near the stuff can weaken Kara. We didn't even want to consider what might happen if she got poked by it. So we've made work-arounds; thicker armor around our limbs, metal designed to avoid skin-contact with sharp objects, etc. The next step is if they find a way to make it into a ray gun or something, but that's mostly if it's somehow too quick for Kara to dodge, and, let's be real, that probably won't-"

"Barbara." The girl stopped instantly. "Leave me and Bumblebee alone for a moment, please. We need to talk."

Karen gulped.

Babs shot her an apologetic look, then gave the Amazonian some finger guns. "Righty-o, boss. I'll go make us some snacks." She paused at the door, looking over her shoulder. "Just gimme a ring when you're ready, alright?"

Diana jerked her head in a nod. She watched with frightening intensity as the knob clicked closed.

"Diana-"

She whirled around. "Why was I not made aware of this? You and Barbara have been plotting to- to collect shards in your limbs like cufflinks! And you never-"

"It's not our first choice!" Karen held up our hands. "It's not even our last choice, Diana. We're also making shields, and inhibiters. It's an extreme emergency, last resort thing. And we've not even fixed the bugs!"

"It was faulty and you did it anyway?" She shrunk down as Diana slammed her hands on the table. "You could have been seriously injured! Or worse!"

"Diana," she said, showing off the bandage. "I'm mortal, not a water balloon. Trust me, I would have never done this if I thought it would be lethal."

Diana, for her part, did look a bit chastised. Her shoulders fell. "I am... sorry, little Bumblebee. I did not mean to doubt your abilities. It's just- I was out of the loop for one mission, and I came home to find my strongest warrior hardly able to move as she told me you were taken elsewhere for serious wounds."

"Kara talked to you?"

"She tried. She was crying."

Karen winced. She knew Kara would hate this idea. That's why they'd been so quiet about it. "I'm sorry I worried you all, but I wasn't in any real danger."

"This time. What of next time?"

"Now that we know they're onto our weaknesses, there won't be a next time."

"There shouldn't have been a first time!" Diana got down on one knee to hold her arm with great respect. This was one of the few positions she was actually taller than the Amazonian, and it made Karen nervous. She knew how bad it felt to be small. She never wanted other people to feel that way. "Is it bad, αγάπη μου?"

And Karen, smart and strong and absolutely weak to puppy dog eyes, couldn't stop herself. "I was in front of her."

Diana sucked in a breath.

"When it went off. I was in front of Supergirl." Karen forced herself to go on. It felt horrible to say out loud. A betrayal. But she had already betrayed Kara, hadn't she? She needed to own up to it. Reassure them all that she deserved the little scratch on her arm. "I dodged. I dodged out of the way. How horrible is that, Diana?"

"Darling-"

"I dodged," she repeated, voice wobbly with unshed tears. "I knew it could kill her, and I dodged." Fingers dug into her skirt. Her own fingers. The cut burned. "I'm a terrible person."

Diana's fingers cupped her chin, bringing her gaze back to her. "No. Never. You are human, Karen. You were scared."

Karen wished it was that easy. But, to her, it wasn't. She wasn't enough. "Heroes are supposed to take risks."

"Heroes must be alive to take those risks." Diana's fingers tightened their grip- not enough to hurt, but holding her in place. "Please, αγάπη μου. No more secret extreme emergency, last resort things. We are warriors, not blockades to toss in front of each other."

"Promise," she said, and it was the easiest promise she ever made. "...Can we call Babs back in, now? I'm gonna need her help un-soldering some things."

Wonder Woman swooped up for a kiss. Karen was someone who got electrocuted a lot, but nothing so simple had even a bit of life compared to being held and loved by the strongest woman in Metropolis, especially when she smiled like that. "In a moment. Allow me some time with you alone. It’s selfish, but it’s... human.”

[dyingfad]

pls answer all of the anime asks i love knowing things abt you

hello beloved anon (whose name may or may not begin with "L"), thank you for the splendid request. I shall provide my answers under a "keep reading" out of courtesy, hopefully it works.

1. first anime you ever watched

Naruto. my brother and I encountered it one day while scrolling channels when I was about 6 or 7 I believe; I was fascinated by how different it was from the cartoons and shows I was used to.

2. first anime crush

I wouldn't really say I've ever had a crush on an anime character, but I'm a big fan of maka from soul eater.

3. favorite anime character

I thought about this a lot while making my fav characters list, and it is probably maka again.

4. least favorite anime character

This one's kinda tough, but I think I'll have to go with the main character from Alien Nine, Yuri Otani. I don't necessarily dislike her in terms of personality but I feel like she spends 70% of the show crying which made her very unpleasant to listen to. Alternatively any weirdly horny character could also go here.

5. list all anime you have ever watched

I have currently seen 211 shows so I shall refrain from making this that long. Though, if anyone is truly curious I do have each one listed and organized by my personal rating in a google doc that I can share.

6. popular anime you didn’t like

Made in Abyss. Really cool concept and decent visuals/music, but I often felt worse after watching an episode than I did before, it almost borders on torture p*rn at times.

7. anime you are currently watching

I'm gonna shorten some of these names, if any are unclear and you rly wanna know you can ask. Great: Sonny Boy Decent: Idaten Deities, Slime, Kaizoku, Higurashi Sotsu, Realist Kingdom, Aquatope, Peach Boy, Tsukimichi, Vanitas no Carte, Deatte 5 Okay: Tantei wa Mou, Seirei Gensouki, Kageki Shoujo, Night Head 2041, Otome Game X, Blue Reflection Ray, MHA season 5, Dragon Maid S, Cheat Kusushi

8. anime character you are most like

This one is also quite tough, I sometimes see a little bit of myself in characters but usually there isn't a ton of similarity. Though I did take a quiz a while ago that said I was similar to Uncle Iroh from avatar and I was very pleased with that answer.

9. favorite anime child

A tie between Renge Miyauchi from non non biyori and Naru Kotoishi from Barakamon.

10. favorite anime animal sidekick

Not technically an animal but Matsumoto from Vivy: Fluorite Eyes' Song was pretty good. Can't think of many off the top of my head honestly.

11. anime you didn’t expect to like but did

Nichijou. I actually stopped watching it the first time I tried thinking it was just generic cute stuff, but now it's unquestionably my favorite anime of all time.

12. anime that should get more attention from others

Mononoke. Super cool visuals and fairly interesting little stories.

13. funnest anime you have watched

Another difficult question, there are a few different ways I think a show can be fun (visually, plot twists, rapid action, etc.). But since it has all the things I just mentioned, I think I'll have to go with The Tatami Galaxy

14. saddest anime you have ever watched

Probably Plastic Memories, very similar to the movie I Want to Eat Your Pancreas.

15. anime you never get sick of watching

Nichijou, it's too good.

16. 10 best animes you have watched

Nichijou (10), Houseki no Kuni (9.8), Girls’ Last Tour (9.3), Yuyushiki (9.3), Wonder Egg Priority (9.2), Tower of God (9.2), The Tatami Galaxy (9.1), Kaguya-sama: Love is War (9.1), Mob Psycho 100 (9.0), Mononoke (9.0)

17. biggest anime crush

Still don't really have any so I'll just say Maka again.

18.10 worst anime you have watched

Juuni Taisen (6.5), Dragon Ball (kinda) (6.3), Kokkoku (6.3), Magical Girl Site (5.9), Mirai Nikki (5.6), Babylon (5.6), Ueno-san wa Bukiyou (5.4), From the New World (5.2), Asobi Asobase (5.2), Made in Abyss (5.0)

19. favorite anime ships

I don't really do this either sorry. I do like the relationship between the two main characters of Love, Chunibyo, and Other Delusions I suppose.

20. least favorite anime ships

Any weird pedophilic or incesty things people are freaks about.

21. anime that made you cry, when

I don't ever really full on sob because of shows, but the scene in Madoka Magica where they face off against the orchestra witch who is a character I won't spoil definitely made me tear up. Still love that scene.

22. age you started watching anime/person who introduced you to it.

As previously mentioned I think I was like 6 or 7 and I suppose you could say my brother introduced me to it.

23. unpopular character you love

I don't know if I have a good answer for this one as I'm not too sure which characters are and are not popular, but I feel like Adamant or Kongo-sensei from Houseki no Kuni is somewhat underappreciated

24. popular character you hate

Was never fond of Black Star from Soul Eater.

25. anime you would recommend to someone who hates anime

Either Cowboy Bebop or FMA Brotherhood usually seem to please people who aren't usually into anime.

26. manga you have read all the was through

There are a couple, but Shimeji Simulation is my favorite manga by far.

27. anime you plan to watch in the future

Komi-san will be getting an anime adaptation this October which I'll be watching.

28. most upsetting moment in anime, why

The scene in Made in Abyss where one character attempts to amputate the arm of another that has been stabbed by a venomous quill using only a rock and pocket knife. Like 15 straight minutes of a 12 year old screaming and crying in agony.

29. anime that deserves another season

Houseki no Kuni 100%. I've read through the manga for it and there's so much good content that could be covered.

30. one anime conclusion you would change

I would change up the ending of Carole and Tuesday quite a bit, the scope became too grandiose and ended up feeling pretty lame. Still a good show though, especially the first half.

[mhafiction]

Out & About (PT. 1)

Read Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

Pairing: Bakugo x reader

Fluff/Friends to Lovers (?), lots and lots of pining.

Synopsis: Reader is very close friends with the Bakusquad, except for the aloof and mysterious Bakugo. He still intrigues them however, and a night out with the group might actually be the the push they need to really get the ball rolling on transitioning their awkward comradery into something a little- more.

Note: this is the first fanfic I’ve ever written, I’m very spooked. There’s a ton of stress out there in the world rn, and I’m trying to find comfort in writing. I hope you enjoy. (Also I’m sorry abt the formatting of this fic I don’t have a laptop to post from :0) -K.

“I’m so glad we could do this, guys!”

You beamed at your friends, excited to set out for the evening. The major exam everyone had been studying diligently for all week was finally over, and the Bakusquad agreed to celebrate by going into the city to enjoy the night life. To be completely honest, in the week leading up to the test, you had been strangely on edge-but not just because of the workload. The dormitory had become oddly quiet, with everyone either off in the library or retreating to hit the books in the silent comfort of their rooms. You missed the hustle and bustle of everyone chatting, eating Sato’s latest confectionary masterpieces, and most of all, the unbridled energy your friends provided. Well, most of them, anyway.

At least now you could finally relax for the weekend and enjoy a good meal with them.

“Right? It feels like forever since we’ve done something like this,” Mina groaned, leaning her head on your shoulder. Her spikey horns jabbed into your chin. The murmur of the station felt familiar, a calming setting for you and your friends.

Kirishima flashed one of his bright smiles. “Aw, it’s only been a couple of weeks!”

“Yeah but you know I’m clingy,” Mina pouted. “I need my favorite peeps or else I get sad and droopy.”

You chuckled, pushing her playfully off your shoulder. “You’re so dramatic, Mina.”

You were thankful for such cheerful and enthusiastic friends. They were all energetic, happy, and extroverted. They really brought you out of your shell at the beginning of the year, and you had gotten to know them all so well over late-night movie marathons or afternoons at the arcade. You surveyed your little group, watching Kaminari begrudgingly charge Sero’s phone, Mina laughing uproariously at his some joke Kiri cracked, and their general bubbly aura. Then, your eyes caught on a familiar pair of piercing red ones.

Scratch that. You had gotten to know most of them pretty well.

What could you say about Bakugo Katsuki? Well, he was impulsive. Talented. Aloof. Angry.

That was about it. How such a grumpy, quiet boy had attracted these walking rays of sunshine was beyond you. Not to say you hate Katsuki or anything. In fact, one might say that you like him.

He had that extreme sort of passion that you’d never seen before, in anyone. He had a keen eye for people’s strengths and weaknesses, both in combat and just in genral. He encouraged you through those traits to go beyond your limits. And though he was cruel and rude to others, the worst he had been to you was a little standoffish. You knew Bakugo was going to be a really great hero someday, and you wanted to get to know him better. Most days, it felt like you were getting to him; becoming something a person would call friends. Then he’d look you in the eye with those dark, stoic eyes and it felt like you knew nothing about him all over again. If eyes were the windows to the soul, Bakugo guarded his with a legion of soldiers and an iron gate.

It’s okay you mused to yourself. Nobody really knows him, to be fair. Except maybe Kiri and Deku. But he’s known Deku for years! And Kiri can get anyone out of their shell. Why would Bakugo want to be good friends with me? He’s not obligated to. I shouldn’t pester him. But I still want to get to know him! Damn.

“Oi, Y/N!”

You snapped out of your thoughts. Bakugo glared at you. Or maybe it was just the way his face naturally was. Maybe it was just you, but those red eyes seemed to soften a bit.

“C’mon, train’s here.”

You nodded following behind your chattering group. The car was nearly empty, and most of your friends darted for the seats. Kaminari laid across three, spreading out as if her were royalty. Chances are, he probably felt like it.

“This is the most luxurious thing I’ve ever experienced,” he sighed. Sero flicked the back of his head, causing Kaminari to shoot up with a yelp. “That’s sad, Denki. Scooch over.”

Kaminari turned to you, rubbing the his head where Sero had flicked him. “Not sitting, Y/N?”

“Nah. I’ve been sitting at a desk all week, I’d like to refrain from it for now. I’ll bet my postures’ shot.”

Denki shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he splayed over Sero’s lap. “But just know you’re missing out.”

“Don’t get too comfortable, Sparky,” Bakugo growled. “It’s almost rush hour. By the next station, this place’ll be packed.”

Bakugo took his place by one of the seats, opting to stand by the pole next to the door. He was close enough to the seats so that it was clear he was part of the Bakusquad , but just far enough to isolate himself from the conversation. You stranded almost directly across from him, allowing yourself to face the group so that you could converse with all of them, rather by being in a row side by side. Your hand gently held the plastic ring above your head. You all had fallen into a comfortable chatter, laughing about how well you did on the exam and the latest slip-up Kaminari had made in training. The train swayed gently, and all was well. Then came the next stop.

You gaped at the crowd that had accumulated at the doors, dreading when they’d open. All tired looking folks dressed in smart suits and clutching their briefcases. You were silently impressed by their sheer numbers. Living in isolated school dorms with the little student social bubble you had had made you forget how vast the city was. It made you miss your morning commute a little bit. But, when the doors finally opened, that feeling completely evaporated.

It was as if a sea of black ties, dress shirts, and loafers had washed over you. You looked down, determined to contain your bewildered expression. The others were not faring so well in that department. Their cartoonish expressions were accented by quiet (and sometimes loud) yelps at the office people trampling their toes. Bakugo remained unfazed. In the chaos, you loosened your grip on the plastic loop to check your phone. 5:00 PM on the dot. We really are kind of dumb. You wondered to yourself why Bakugo hadn’t said anything when you suggested the outing after class. He was usually so outspoken when it came to stuff like that. And it’s not like he hadn’t known. You sighed, putting your phone away. I should have checked the time before we left... if I had just suggested to go a little later, the crowd wouldn’t be this bad. Well what’s done is done.

As you slipped our phone into your pocket, you found yourself being sharply pushed by the crowd. Another swell of people had entered, and your loose grip didn’t serve you well in such a circumstance. Naturally, you fell forward. Right into Bakugo. Your head collided with his and you tried to reel backwards in pain- but Bakugo pulled you closer to him, grabbing your wrists with an impressive grip.

“Owwww...”

“Shut up, you’re making a scene,” He hissed, eyes scanning you with... worry? As if suddenly becoming aware of this, Bakugo quickly returned to his usual cold demeanor.

You groaned. “It’s not as if it’s my fault that I got pushed. Or that you have a such a hard skull.” You suddenly realized how close you two were. Most of your friends were pretty physically affectionate, and you had no discomfort hugging them or cuddling with them. But Bakugo was not a “cuddle” person. Hell, his if his attitude wasn’t enough, his hair said it all. He did not like being touched. But here you were, chest to chest, his hands gripping your wrists, faces just a nose apart.

If it bothered him, he didn’t show it. You turned to look at the spot you were just standing in, craning your neck just to get a peek. It was tough.

“It’s useless,” Bakugo sighed. “There’s three extras in the place you were. Bastards are glued to their phones.”

You shrugged, peering up at him. More and more people were cramming into the car like sardines. “Guess I’ll have to stay here for now. Sorry.”

Bakugo averted his stony gaze, a gentle agony lining his face. “S’okay.” The rest of your group seemed to take no notice of the state the two of you were in. Mina and Kiri has pushed themselves up against the wall in an effort to be as small as possible, Sero’s gangly frame was not doing him favors, and you swore you heard Kaminari sobbing somewhere, though his shock of blonde hair was out of sight. Somehow, aside from the awkwardness of being near Bakugo, you weren’t uncomfortable. He had stopped holding your wrists and instead kept his hands hovering near your waist in order to keep you from falling over or accidentally bumping into another passanger. Not that you needed it our anything. You knew it was because he felt uncomfortable putting his hands anywhere else. Your own arms were similarly placed, and in a weird way, it was as if you two were embracing. Probably as close to a hug from Katsuki that you’d ever get.

With nothing else to look at, you observed his features. You knew already that his eyes were something else altogether, but you released a short intake of breath. Bakugo was handsome. You had thought that when you first saw him, but you truly had taken it for granted. This close, his features were rendered beautifully. His jawline, the way his hair fell- it was sort of ethereal. He kept his eyes trained on everything but you, as if he were trying to forget you were there. But on top of all that...

“Bakugo, you smell like caramel?” His eyes darted back to your own, that vulnerability you had only seen recently shining through. It stayed a little longer than last time.

“Tch. It’s my quirk,” he tried to look away, but you pressed him further.

“Oh? I didn’t know that,” you hummed, trying to keep your composure. Talking this close to Katsuki was beyond your skill level. You patted yourself on the back internally for at least making it this far. “Does it have something to do with your parents’ quirks?” He flinched, and you worried you had gone too far. He never had been one for small talk. But he obliged, a faint pink dusting his cheeks. “Kind of. My mom sweats glycerin and my dad can make explosions with his hands. I sweat nitroglycerin, and it lets me make explosions. And nitroglycerin smells like burnt sugar, or-”

“Caramel,” you finished, grinning. That was probably the most he had ever said to you in one sentence. And, to your suprise, he smiled back. But this smile melted your heart. It was sweet and unassuming and he didn’t even seem aware of it. You tried to hide your shock. “Heh. Smart Y/N. You’re such a know-it-all.” He tapped your forehead with his fist, right at the spot you two had collided. You flinched. The injury was still tender. Bakugo’s face changed, but still remained vulnerable and kind. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?” He knelt to see you eye to eye, and examined your face. He had asked with a genuine concern you had never seen before. Those words seemed like they weren’t meant for his mouth. You felt your face flush. If he was just an inch closer you two would be-

What the fuck?? No way. No fucking way.

There was no way. It wasn’t possible that you could be falling for Bakugo fucking Katsuki. The explosive boy who cackled maniacally whenever he got to punch someone. The sport festival victor who beat up Uraraka, the human equivalent of a cinnamon roll, without an ounce of mercy. The student so notorious for his mean streak that the League of Villains had tried to recruit him.

But that internal part, deep within you knew that he was more than his surface-level outrage. That’s why you liked him so much, right? That’s why you wanted to be his friend. He was a boy who was passionate, ambitious, and honest. Not many could see that. Still, more than this, he displayed a tenderness you didn’t think he was capable of.

A tenderness that was only a nose away from meeting your lips.

“I’m fine, Bakugo.” You attempted to subtly scooch backwards, hoping to increase to distance at least by a smidge. If you stayed in a position like this after a revelation like that, you’d truly implode.

Bakugo was no idiot. He saw you squirm at the proximity, and drew back, his usual aura returning. Internally, he smacked himself. Idiot, idiot, idiot. How could you forget? At best, you two are just friends. Most of the time, you’re just acquaintances. Control yourself, Bakugo.

You two kept this awkward silence until your stop, cheeks ablaze. After what felt like forever, your destination was announced, and Mina gave a shout of joy and relief so loud it seemed like it shook the entire train. You and Bakugo squeezed past the suits, you offering up enough apologies to compensate the both of you for a lifetime of sin. When you reached the door, it felt as if you were finally getting your head above water. You sighed deeply, talking in the rhythms of the station.

“Wow. That was awful,” you breathed. Bakugo grunted. His eyes refused to meet yours, and your heart sank. This was the Bakugo that everyone knew. The grumpy and angry Bakugo and nothing more. Not the sweet boy with the soft eyes who had asked with the gentlest tone if you were ok. But you still liked him. What is wrong with me?!

Mina flopped on the floor like a beached whale. “Ughhhhhhhh.”

“Mina, get up! That’s so gross,” Sero stepped over her, disgusted.

Kiri checked the group, making sure everyone got off. “Where’s Kaminari?”

A distant screech sounded from the train, and Kaminari burst through the doors just as they were about to close, talking his place on the station floor beside Mina. You laughed. This happiness made you forget about Bakugo, if at least for a second. But his eyes were trained on you, watching you toss you head back in joy and look at everything with such a deep love.

You saw, for one second as you turned back towards him, that soft smirk he almost never had. And your heart beat faster.

“Okay everyone! Let’s go!”