#it isn't the 14th yet here but i don't care

[ohboycharlie]

THE ELEVATOR ଓ｡˚.CL16 (part3)

part1 and part2 pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader summary: cupid takes the form of an elevator

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"Oh hello there nice to see you again." I was trying so hard to resist the smile on my face when he said that because I was going to make him swallow back his words.

"Oh hi, I honestly did not know anyone else would be up at this ungodly hour so excuse my appearance." Yea, I TOTALLY did not know he was going to be awake. 23rd floor. "No no, no worries that's fine. Your apartment, your comfort right?" "Hahaha true that." 22nd floor. "Anyways what is your name btw if you don't mind me asking?" Yea sure as if I minded. "Not to be critical but I just met you twice and you already know what floor I live on so I don't want to endanger myself by telling you my name" 21st floor. "Ah, I see you are a true woman" TF. "Excuse me? Was that supposed to be a good thing?"

He knew he fucked up. "Oh god, I did not want it to come out that way it's just that you are careful like every woman and as you should but I am a nice person. No wait even the bad ones say that uh I am Charles btw." "I know. I see your face everywhere" 20th floor. BAM! The elevator rumbled and started making noises and then we stopped.

But before I could scream, Charles did the job for me. "oh merde ça se passe putain! oh god uhm ho paura di questa situazione esatta!" This bitch was stealing MY show. "Uhm okay first of all calm down ig? and second of all I understood nothing from what you said" He looked at me as if I just slapped him. "You don't understand the two languages spoken here?" He was speaking while hyperventilating but I still took offense. Before I could say anything he spoke up. "I said I'm scared of this exact situation. This has been my nightmare since I don't know how long."

This bitch did not just say that. I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE NOT HIM. "If you knew about this nightmare, why would you take a flat this up? That makes no sense and also breath and have water here." He gulped down the entire bottle rather ungracefully. "I did not have a choice. Every other flat was taken." I did not know what to make of it so I looked up to the camera and just shook my hand near my neck as if to tell Maya the show was over. Fortunately, Charles was busy screaming for help. The elevator started in a few minutes and I could see he was more than eager to get off.

"I apologise for what you had to see, I am usually never like this" I had to say something to make things less awkward so I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind. "You drive fast cars for a living which has a very high chance of crashing yet you are like this just because the elevator got stuck?" 19th floor. "Hey, Tom Holland played Spider-Man yet he is terrified of spiders." He made a good point so I just nodded along. It was insanely silent for the next three floors and I had never wished for the ground to open up and swallow me more.

"So...where do you work?" "Uhm here and there." The way his eyebrows rose was a clear question itself yet he decided to voice it out. "Why aren't you telling me the exact place?" 15th floor. "Dude, I did not tell you my name, what makes you think I would tell you where I work? Give me one good reason not to be cautious of you." I knew I made a good point when he hesitated to answer. "Uhm maybe because everyone knows me and if anything were to happen to you, my reputation would be, what's the word for gâté in English? uh, I don't know my reputation would go bad so why would I risk it?" 14th floor. "Exactly. Everyone knows you and loves you. They would never question you. So leave it. Let's just be elevator buddies." "But isn't this friendship a bit one-sided? I know nothing about you yet you know everything about me."

What a conceited little bitch. "Charles Leclerc is your name and you drive for Ferrari in a Formula 1 car. That is all I know about you. I honestly do not have the time to keep up with F1 gossip and does that mean whatever the media puts, is true about you?" 13th floor. "That is still more than what I know about you!" "Well then remember me as the mystery elevator girl." I shrugged. "Sure okay." It was again silent until the 8th floor when my phone rang. I didn't know the signal reached inside. It was Maya and I knew it must have been important for she would never call me in that situation. "Hello?" "Dude the guy, he recognised Charles and is not threatening to call the police." "WHAT THE FUCK. HOW" "I don't know, I told him I paid a hefty amount and that he should just shut up but you know what he said? He said prenez votre argent, I am going." "Girl you know I do not understand French" 7th floor.

"He said he doesn't want the money." "Stop him somehow I don't know. Maya, we can be in real trouble please." "I'll see what I can do" I cut the call knowing Charles heard every second of it. His face was filled with concern as I turned around. "Is everything alright?" How could I tell him he was going to be the reason I would be in jail. "Yea yea, everything is fine just a work-related issue. Nothing serious." I could see he knew I was lying but he didn't press the issue further.

Finally, the elevator opened and we parted ways with a bye. I immediately turned around and went up to my house again so that the guy could not run away. As soon as I reached I knew I couldn't alert the person that someone was coming so I had to open the door with my keys but the thing was, I could not find my keys. As I was struggling to open the door for a good 5 minutes, I heard the elevator opening. Oh god no no no no don't be him please please but I knew my prayers were for nothing when I heard his scream. "YOU!?"

[avid-idiot]

Sweet Tooth

Pairing: reo x gn!reader

Genre: fluff/sfw

Warning(s): mentions of chocolate as a gift, otherwise nothing of concern

A/n: Here is my submission for @https-true-egoist 's valentine's event. It may be a tad bit late, but its still the 14th somewhere. Hope you enjoy it :)

Your mind was like cotton. Like seeds, each thought planted in your head made a home for itself inside the pillowy barrier of your fantasies. Rightfully, they should have remained undisturbed. But of course, Reo had other plans.

"Here. A little something to cheer you up," he said as he handed you a small heart-shaped box.

"I'm not sad, Reo, just annoyed. And this," you gestured to the small gift, "isn't helping."

You could see the tell-tale marks of adhesive, likely from a note tacked onto the package, declaring their long-lasting infatuation with the Mikage heir. In fact, you knew it was. The guy had come back from lunch woefully recounting the story of his awkward rejection to his friends, groaning especially loud when he mentions he hadn't even thought to ask for the chocolates back.

"Just because I got rejected it doesn't give you a reason to hand me pity gifts. I already got humilated once, don't make it worse. I don't even like chocolate."

"Mm... but maybe it's not a pity gift," he says, causing you tilt your head in confusion. "I do feel bad, yeah, but maybe I might actually be trying to celebrate."

It's then that you notice the slight glint in his eyes. Usually, you only really see a spark like that when he's telling you about some upcoming game or his plans for evading yet another one of his parents' company dinners. It never wavered but you could sense something flicker across his face that threatened to overshadow it. As quickly as it came, it went, leaving you fully comprehend the situation.

Celebrate? Your mind grew even cloudier. Thoughts broke away, like seeds, burrowing themselves again into the foggy shelter you had grown to protect yourself. But a stray idea broke free once more and took with it the threads of all your rejected explanations, bouncing around until nothing but a large mass had gained enough weight for you to come to a conclusion.

"What could you possibly have to celebrate?" You asked him, letting put a small huff of a laugh, dragging your eyes back down to the box in your hands. Even your tongue was in disbelief, as it refused to form the words you had really meant to ask.

"Open it and see," Reo curtly responded. It was almost like you could sense his gaze. Concentrated on you, following the movement of your hands as you lifted the lid.

It was indeed the same dark velvety treat you had expected, but they had been arranged in a smaller heart in the centre. No doubt somebody (reo, you cheeky bastard) had gotten to them first but you couldn't care less, as the fluff in your head finally made it's way out of it's confines, travelling down until it settled just before your lips.

Suddenly, it feels as if the cotton ball is doused with water, dragging it down and out your lips, expanding until it it's heavy enough to fall within the space between you. Empowered by this newfound sense of freedom, you take the initiative to close the gap.

"I'm the cause for celebration," you say, mostly to yourself.

The highly coveted Mikage Reo, football sensation and son of the most wealthy families in Japan, really had repurposed somebody else's present in hopes of winning you over. You ought to shout at him, flick his forehead, anything to avoid jumping into his arms... but you don't.

His lips are sweet. Sweet like the chocolate you dared to taste off him. Usually, the treat leaves a bitter after-taste on your tongue, heavy and strong, but now you'd spend forever fighting cavities if it meant you could stay in this moment.

Finally pulling away, you could see your own reflection in his blown pupils. The realisation hits you hard, leaving opportunity for a smile to spread across your face, and you place your hands on either side of his.

You didn't have to spend your days pining over him in secret anymore. Stolen glances, fleeting touches, purposefully acting coy just so you to bask in his presence that little while longer. Valentine himself had paired you two together. All you had to do now was accept it.

REBLOGS MUCH APPRECIATED!

[akirayuri]

So, after doing some digging for why was D. Gray Man Hollow cancelled or specifically why it became concerning, I found out that the studio released a poster featuring Allen and Kanda in rather scandalizing position.

So here is the debate weather Hoshino-sensai got angry because of the poster or the fact that they published it without her permission.

And, dose she hate Yullen?

I think it has more to do with the fact that they published it without her permission. As we know that Hoshino-sensai is more or less dipping her toes in the LGBTQ community. We have Alma who can be considered non binory. And we also have his complicated yet simple relationship with Kanda which rivals a romantic relationship. I would say it's one of the most heart wrenching canon relationship of the whole series. It breath taking how much thoughts and emotions Hoshino-sensai puts into their relationship. She went beyond gender boundaries to create what is presented to us.

So I don't think it has anything to do with the 'Homophobic' thingy that happens with most of the mangaka.

So does it means that she is solely against Yullen?

Well. I don't think so.

If you guys are manga readers or even anime watchers [ though I suggest to only anime Readers to check out the manga cause it's far ahead of where the anime ended. Please, you won't regret one bit. ] You will notice just how thoughtfully crafted Allen and Kanda's relationship is. From the 1st chapter of the manga and the 2nd episode of the anime we are greated with their constantly heated relationship. From physical fights and taunting insults to getting to know eachother more then any one, knowing eachother's deepest secrets and understanding eachother more then anyone. Dose it looks like Hoshino-sensai is near any where near done? Their insults no longer hold that malice anymore. Kanda was the one to find out that Allen's hold on the 14th was breaking. Allen was the one to see a part of Kanda he didn't want anyone to see. Kanda was one of the few people to see through Allen's perfectly crafted mask.

And don't even forget the fact that giving Kanda and Alma freedom was the reason for Allen's demise or the fact that Kanda came back for Allen's sake, to pay him back and now he is constantly fighting his innocence from making him a fallen. That just how much important their relationship is to the manga. Oh and I totally forgot the borderline Possessive behaviour Kanda is showing towards Link for Allen's sake.

Look me in the eye and say that this isn't Possessiveness or protectiveness in Kanda's own trigger happy way.

[ you know what? This scene reminds me so much of Joongdok. If you don't know what Joongdok is, it's a borderline canon ship of the manhwa and webnovel series called Omniscient Reader Viewpoint. I totally recommend to check it out if you're a fan of apocalyptic fantasy, borderline isekai, unreadable narrative of a lovable yet 'I wanna smack some sense into him' MC, angst and good, plot heavy storyline with complex and good Characters with, of course homoerotic subtext, check it out! ]

They have a big role to play and I don't think Hoshino-sensai will let something so petty hinder her works. As I have read Hoshino-sensai's works just like other dedicated fans of this manga, Hoshino-sensai values her Characters too much to let something so petty get to them. And I respect her for that. Treating you're characters as, well like real individual can help.

It has to be Kanda who can chase down Allen. Lenalee, though a very strong individual but she is far too soft towards Allen to actually drag him down. Lavi as a bookman cannot get personallity involved with any of their business has to stay in the sidelines. And yup. That poor guy is held captive by the Noah's.

Kanda is not soft like Lenalee nor does he cares about anything the order says. The sole purpose for him return into his personal hell is to stick with Allen untill the end. He is the one who can rival Allen in stubbornness.

Not to mention we have this;

This

And this

And yes they're officials by Hoshino-sensai herself. So, antis you have this.

They contrast eachother. They compliment each yet blend into eachother flawlessly.

Let be true here. The last thing I am concerned about is the romance. D. gray man is far better for this. Hoshino-sensai has her unique style to write relationships between characters. So I am not necessarily concerned about the non existent romantic sub plot because I am better of worrying weather Allen will get his happy ending at the or not. I really don't mind if this series doesn't even have a romantic relationship canonically involving Allen cause he needs love as any form of love that has to offer. Plotanic relationship holds more value anyways.

I am really curious about what you guys think about the subject. I will be glad to hear. I don't know how to end this...so I will just leave it here.

[musicreveiwsbyezti]

What's up babygirls (literally no one reads my blog) here's my March topster

This month was mostly shit I thought it would be interesting to listen... so lot of metal again. Also for the sake of my sanity I have 2 records that I genuinely don't know what the fuck I should do with.

Unrated: Current 93-I have a special plan for this world (Dark Ambient/Poetry): Arguably the best scary stuff I have ever listened but I never want to hear this again as once was perfectly enough. It gives a really disturbing atmosphere and the poetry part itself was interesting too. I highly recommend checking it out at least once. Slipknot-Iowa(Nu metal): I don't get it. The instrumentation is good but the lyrics are so god damned corny that it hurts. It doesn't help that it sounds like death metal for people who don't want to listen to actual death metal. I probably give it another chance later... not now tho I still can't take The Heretic Anthem seriously.

Alright now the actual tierlist begins:

14th: Combat Wounded Veteran-Electric Youth Crew(Powerviolence): I had a small journey and sat down to listen through the entire CWV discography (it's not that long definitely recommend it to get into powerviolence) and this is arguably the "weakest" of their releases. It doesn't really stand out and can be forgotten easily.

13th: CWV-This Is Not an Erect, All-Red Neon Body (Powerviolence/Grindcore): Idk it just doesn't click as well as IKAGWDCSP.

12th: Death-The Sound of Perseverance(Death/Prog Metal):Jesus Christ this album was a major disappointment for me. As a last Death album I expected it to be a last brutal yet technically extreme blast...but they just had to listen to 30 hour acid freeform jazz or some shit to get inspiration. This album has genuine fire songs, but they just had to fuck up the in the middle with a boring ass bass "solo" or someshit... Also the Painkiller cover is the worst song I heard this year so far, how the fuck can you ruin a perfect song when you are already a talented vocalist is beyond me.

11th: CWV-Duck Down for the Torso(Powerviolence/Grindcore): A short and sweet end for CWV's discography. Having it end on a Folded Space song was a great choice which gives an interesting feeling for the end.

10th: Stabbing-Extirpated Mortal Process(Brutal Death/Slam metal): Now this is a good slam metal album.

9th: Sematary-Bloody Angel(Horrorcore/Chicago drill): After Sems last EP I thought it was over... BUT IT ISN'T! It gives vibes of RB2 with RB3 mixing with some HAW mixed in. He can cook just let him do his thing :pray:

8th: Spycada-Hiking Lung(Psychedelic rock): It's good, great vibe, good tones, overall enjoyable. Looking forward to their next stuff.

7th: Magrudergrind-Self title(Grindcore/Powerviolence): THE grindcore album. Absolutely slaps, the sample use is interesting.

6th: Igorrr-Spirituality and Distortion(Avant Guard Metal/Breakcore) This... is Schrödinger's kitchen. I don't know if the kitchen is burned down or has served a 5 star menu, until I care to write an actual criticism of it. (Also the mixing of metal, break core and classical music is insane and the sheer heaviness this album gives is phenomenal, though it falls of gradually on the second half)

5th:Sweet Trip-Velocity : Design : Comfort(IDM/Glitch Pop) At least 200 people already circle jerk around this album, yes it is good, no I don't explain why I love it because I ain't talking about why breathing air is good.

4th:Have a nice life-Deathconsciousness(Post Punk/Shoegaze): Same as last time, people already told you enough why it's good, just fucking listen through it already. (side note some of the songs on this albums mixed weirdly quite for some reason, and it's kinda wack how the drone parts are the best, but still really good)

3th: Dead in the Dirt-The Blind Hole(Grindcore/Powerviolence) Jesus I listen to a lot of powerviolence this month... Anyways this is probably my favourite pw record yet. Probably the more understandable vocals help to lift it just a little bit above the rest for me.

2th:Mastodon-Leviathan(Sludge metal/Prog metal) Fun fact in the 2000's 2 whale concept prog metal albums came out, both of which are peak. I don't know how they got The Moby Dick nailed so well in metal form but they sure did with heavy riffs and amazing vocal performances.

1th: Electric Wizard-Witchcult Today(Stoner/Doom metal): I was afraid to check out the rest of EW discography after Dopethrone cuz it is too peak... However this album is probably as good as Dopethrone. Something about this album gives more OG metal vibes with less insanity.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1174: Mansion Date Night~ (King of Fighters)

9:13 p.m. at Antonov'a Mansion's Dining Room..........

Krohnen is completely awesome struck at what is sitting right front of him right now: his bubbly, level-headed girlfriend, Angel, in a short, crimson red dress that almost matches the color of the lipstick she has on her shiny, luscious lips.

In fact, this might the very first time that he has ever seen her wear a dress, let alone in their date night tonight and yet....he couldn't help but to be mesmerized by her irresistible beauty. Not to say she isn't already beautiful in Krohnen's mind, but-

?????: Krohnenyyyy~

Krohnen: (Immediately Comes Back to Reality) Hm! Yeah? What?

Angel: You're looking a little out of it there, Cookie. You having a slight fever? (Forms a Seductive Smirk on her Face) Or are you just excited to see me this evening?~

Krohnen: ('Scoffs') Please. I feel as normal as I've ever been every time I see your face....But you uhh...(Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) Do look pretty good tonight. (Starts Blushing) Great even......

Angel: (Giggles Softly at her Cute her Boyfriend is Acting) D'awwww~ Gracias, papi!~ (Crosses her Arms With a Proud Smile) It seems my romantic charms is still as strong as ever, don'tcha think?~

Krohnen: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) Yeah, and I somehow always fell for it every date night we've been on so far. (Takes a Sip ofhis Drink) Speaking of which, sorry this isn't the most ideal place for romantic evening. I tried getting us reservations from every fancy restaurants this town has to offer, but all of them are either already full or to expensive.

Angel: (Softly Fling her Hand Down) Oh, it's fine, cariño. I'm having a great enough time here already. And besides, you know I don't care all that much about fancy stuff in general.

Krohnen: Yeah, same here. (Shrugs) But I wanted to at least try and do something nice for you given it's Valentine's Day or whatever. (Takes a Bite of a Well Cooked Steak Antonov Made) Hm. Well, I'll be damned. (Takes Another Bite of his Steak) This might just be the best steak I've ever tasted.

Angel: I know, right? (Take a Bite of her Own Steak and Delightfully Enjoying it Shortly After) Mmm~ Soooooo Deliciosa!~ I can't even imagine how dessert would taste like~

Antonov: (Kicks the Door Open and Walks into the Dining Room Two Plates of Sliced Pieces of Cake in Both his Hands) Did somebody say dessert?~

Angel happily squeals and claps her hands as Antonov put her plate down in front of her. She uses her spoon to swap up one part of the cake and eats it and before anyone knows it, her delightfulnsss meteor skyrocketed from their.

Angel: (Gleefully Enjoying her Cake While Mumbling in Spanish)

Krohnen: (Turns to Antonov woth an Impressed Smirk on his Face) I gotta say, pops. Your meal and cake aren't half bad.

Angel: (Smiles Brightly at her Wrestling Boss) We didn't know you have a knack for cooking, Anty,, you're so talented!~

Antonov: (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth While Chuckling and Smiling Bashfully) Aww~ Thanks for the feedback, you guys. To tell you the truth, I've been taking an interest in culinary arts for some time now. I even got the chance to work alongside the legendary chef, Gordon Ramsey, in the past.

Angel: (Places her Fonger on the Side of Her Chin in Curiosity) Culinary?

Krohnen: Pretty sure that's a fancy word for cooking and junk. (Turns Back to Antonov) You seriously survived a whole day in the kitchen with Gordon Ramesy if all people? That could've been fun.

Antonov: Make that a month and two actually. After the 14th KOF Tournament ended, I took it upon myself to harness my cooking skills under his wing. And yeah. It was a........challenge to say the least.

Flashback

Ramsey: (Angrily Yelling at Antonov Behind Him) Fucking hell Antonov!! Can't you go any faster steering the bloody mashed potatoes!?

Antonov: (Quickly Steering the Pit of Mashed Potatoes, Under Pressure) Yes, chef! I am going as fast as humanly possible, chef!

Ramsey: Don't even start with that "Humanly Possible" crap! I've seen a literal toddler steer pots more quicker and efficient than you could ever hope to achieve and the fact that you're still doing this five minutes after the order's wait time is already finished shows how pathetic you are- (Suddenly Hears the Sound of Sniff) What the bloody hel- Are you crying?

Antonov: (Already Has Twars Falling From his Eyes) ('Sniff') No sir!

Ramsey: You were named the "King of All Fighters" and have the audacity to shed your own tears inside MY kitchen!?

Antonov: ('Sniff') Chef! I get stressed easily when getting yelled at, chef!

Ramsey: Well, tough shit, winker. You could either pick up the pace, cut the bullshit, and finish cooking like you're supposed to or GET OUT!!

Bavk to the Present

Antonov: (Puts on a Dark, Yet Determined Look on his Face) That man gave me no room to make excuses. And I asked none. All I ever did was slaved over that shoving cooking for paying customers until the day I gave up my jacket and walked out of that kitchen, with my head held high. (Went Back to Smiling) I should definitely give him a call someday. (Walks Himself Back to the Kitchen) Hope he's not too busy these days.

Krohnen: I don't think I could ever see myself working under a hothead like that Ramsey guy anytime soon. (Turns Back to his Girlfriend) What about you, A-

Angel: (Continues Eating her Slice of Cake Until the Plate was Completely Clean Before Looking Back Up at Krohnen) Hm?

Krohnen: Nevermind.

Angel: (Points at Krohnen's Cake) Hey, are you gonna finish that cake of yours, Cookie?

Krohnen: (Raises an Eyebrow) Don't you think you have enough sweets for one night?

Angel: (Raises an Eyebrow Back) Do you know who you're talking to right now? I'm the Toughest Woman in all of Mexico- (Suddenly Let's Out a Small Burp Before Quickly Covering her Mouth) Perdóneme.

Krohnen: (Snickers a Bit) More like the Burpiest Woman in all Mexico if you ask me.

Angel: (Pouts at Krohnen) HUUUUSH! I'm not burpy or gross! Take it back!!

Krohnen: (Chuckles Lightly) Alright, alright, I kid! You're none of those things. You're strong and cute, fun, reliable to an extent and....just amazing all around entirely. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth While Blushing Again) I know I don't tell you this as much as I should, but....Deep down.....(Gives Angel his Sliced Cake With a Genuine Smile on his Face) I'm pretty damn lucky to fall for someone like you.

Angel: (Stares at the Cake For a Brief Second Before Looking Back at Krohnen) .......You know. (Put the Plate Down and Move Aside) I think I'll pass on the cake for now. I want something else in mind to snack on.

Krohnen: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Really? Like what exactly?

Angel: Well~ (Starts Twirling The Front of Her Hair Around) Let's just say there's this slightly tall size treat that's all grumpy and rude on the outside, but ooooh so sweet on the inside~

Krohnen: Sweet, huh?

Angel: (Forms a Seductive Smirk on her Face) Yep~ And he's very yummy too. (Gets Herself Up From her Seat and Slowly Walk her Way Towards Krohnen) Like, the yummiest, sweetest thing I ever have the pleasure of falling head over heels for. (Sits Down on Krohnen's Lap) And his name is the one and only....(Gently Places her Habds Onto Krohnen's Cheeks) Coo-Kie~

Krohnen: It's Krohnen genius.

Angel: (Rolls her Eyes) Krohnen, Cookie, doesn't matter! Momma Angel wants her Valentine kisses right now!~

Krohnen: ('Sigh') Fine. C'mere.

And with that, the rebellious couple skip the rest of their meals and begin to make out with one another. As every since goes by, the session itself has eventually gotten more passionate and sensual enough to the point of Angel unbuttoning the top of Krohnen's shirt collar and start kissing the side of his neck until he gently pulls her away.

Krohnen: Wait, hang on a second. This is a clean dining room. We can't dirty it up by doing it here.

Angel: Right. Right....(Smiles Brightly as Sge Jumps off of Krohnen's Lap) Let's go to Anty's room!~

Krohnen: (Stops Angel by Grabbing Hd of her Arm) Yeah, no. We're not gonna mess up your boss' room again after he went to all the trouble to put this date night together for us. Also, ixnay on the KID being here.

Krohnen walks Angel to the dining room's doorway and shows her Misha sitting next to Ramon and an already sleeping King of Dinosaurs in the living room watching Wrestling on TV.

Angel: ('Sigh') Así es. He's still as wide awake as a cute baby gecko. But what are we supposed to do then? The holiday's is far from over and i am still very much horny tonight!

Krohnen: Don't get your hair in a twist. I got an idea.

Meanwhile at the Living Room.......

Misha: So, you've managed to win a lot of trophies in your Wrestling days, Mr. Ramon?

Ramon: (Smiles Brightly) Eso's correcto, my tiny friend. Most were pretty tough bouts to venture through and endure, but my papa always told me the "the Road to Victory is never easy in the world of Lucha Libré". (Pulls Up his Eyepatch, Showing Off the Scar in his Eye) And I have this scar to represent this crucial lesson.

Misha: (Struck in Awe at What He's Looking At Right Now) Woooooah......

'Door Kicked Open'

Krohnen: (Walks into the Living Room While Carrying Angel in his Arms) Welp, The night's still young, so we're about to head out. Don't wait up-

Ramon: Now, hold your horse there, lovebirds. You can't without give us some details on your little date night of yours.

Misha: Yeah and where are you going in this time of hour?

Krohnen: Date was fun, the steak and cake were both pretty good, and we're heading out to .....do stuff. In private.

Angel: (Happily Waves Goodbye as Krohnen Carries her Outside) See you all in the late morninnnnnng!~

'Door Close'

Ramon: ('Sigh') Leave to Valentine's Day to get them in the mood again?

Misha: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Mood?

Ramon: It's a romantic type of thing. You'll understand when you get other.

'Door Open'

Antonov: (Walks into the Living Room Carrying Two More Plates of Slices of Cake) Whooooo wants seconds!?~ (Starts Looking Around the Room Before Asking.....) Where the lovebirds go?

@thelexhex

@tampire

@theweebmaster31

@ma-lemons

[lycheermne]

Day 6: Birthdays in a nutshell

One thing that is blaring on my mind to even type about is holy crap, these headphones have good noise cancellation. I went to an outdoor mall to really test how good these were by comparing and contrasting the aware versus quiet settings. The way that the quiet settings silence the world around you, and really watch the world turn and move like youre in an omiscient point of view. Like being a spectator of a game while the players in the game are not aware that you are there. It quiets the soul as the mind is spent wandering and longingly think about the people, the christmas ornaments, the buildings blasting out advertisments. It is like as the world is your sandbox, any worries and insecurities are left in the back pocket as all you can really do is walk around like an old soul experiencing the same journey only in a different maturity and love they have fostered through the years.

This sort of feeling wouldn't have been brought upon if the music I hadn't played was nostaglic or been aligned to my feelings, and I was more worried about if I was going to be bored of it. In my recent blog, I had talked about my new perspective as I challenged the very beliefs about different genres of music, and to say that it has changed is an understatement. It shaped me for what I am today. Maybe it had to do with a video essayist that I had watched on Youtube, explaining that our society has a short attention span using flashy editing in the videos to hook people in. Maybe there is correlation with the music I have most favored to, pop music, with the need to use it to grab my attention for the long run instead of something slower. Maybe I have just matured and actually care so much about how I feel, the way I act, the way that I self-value myself. Either way, winter break makes me a bit more tired than usual; hibernation is key to fueling me anyways. I'd like to think that pop music fills my inner child, while the calmer side of music heals my soul.

Birthday celebrations in my family goes like this: A happy birthday with a facetime call with a relative from the Philippines as they sing happy birthday to you as you wake up. 2 Birthday cards given to you from their posession signed by the other people in the family. A dinner celebration of the birthday's choice that may not be celebrated on the day of their birthday since one of them had work or the poor timing due to conflicting schedules. And a gift, obviously. Although the gift is barely a surprise, it is always decided or asked.

On my 13th birthday, that was my first time I cried on a birthday, felt the feeling of being alone. On my 14th birthday, I celebrated it with friends at the outdoor mall near my school. On my 17th birthday, my mom sent me a lovely text message, unexpected, but one that made me tear up on the bed. The rest, were just the same format as explained. This time it is my dads birthday were celebrating today, right in the same format. I am fortunate enough to celebrate birthdays even if the birthdays are frugal. Nonetheless, the food is what brings the family together.

I have been blessed with a time slot to write this blog in the car, the sunset and the night sky being dark early allows me to think rather easily. I am starting to look forward to night drives in the freeways as I have found a new genre of music that appeals to the feeling of that. Something along the course of junglecore, ethereal, DnB, drums features that are the same with an upbeat yet calm serenity. Its a beautiful feeling that I once thought would be annoying, but it actually isn't once I've actually tried it out.

Right when I was going to end the blog, everything went really out of course and I did not expect to end the day off with Roblox. I love me some good Roblox here and there, but not really all of the time. I played with the usual along with one person I don't really know plus a good friend of mine in choir. I don't really talk to her outside of choir like for example, in calls, but we are still friends nonetheless. As were playing, I sort of realized that people just seem to not please me with their personalities at times. That not everyone is going to fit right away and that is okay. I'll rekindle that strong friendship that both of us used to have after a fallout that was mostly my fault too be honest, however most of it was out of pure intentions. We had different ideologies on how to fix a problem, but we were both in different wavelengths, I guess. I try not to play into the victim complex a lot and I really try to own up a mistake that I do, but somewhere in the back of my head, I really did it because there was something so wrong that she did that I ended up messing up and not revealing her cards easily. Either way, I don't mind if she hangs out with us at all, in fact, we will welcome her anytime just like now. I just know that maybe, some friendships are not meant to last that long and thats okay, maybe I am just coping because I did miss the friendship we once had, but would I really keep it if I saw her true colors? We both have the same beliefs about anything, although our intentions can differ because we both have different friend groups that differ from our process into getting to the product we both want. Even as I do disagree with a lot of the things that she strides us to, now I even start to challenge and question to what I stand sometimes. I am at a constant battle between myself and the people around me, and I like a good challenge if it is beneficial and healthy. Honestly, I miss having an academic rival in school.

Sometimes, I don't really want to see any of their faces or know of their existence at the moment. Is that wrong? Yea, probably. Avoidance is a great trait I have. Maybe in the future, a guardian angel of some figure can save me from the shackles and educate me on why I feel this way. In fact, I don't want to know them at all. I wish I had not known of them.

What even am I saying, my brain is wired to think negatively rather than what they have done right. My brain can not automatically switch from a negative to a positive brain right away, so maybe I will start by just accepting of how things went in the past. Dwelling on it can ridicule my future anyways, and even as I regress at times, I would tell myself that it was better than yesterday and I am doing fine. They are good people, that is for sure. So please brain, be patient.

Anyways, signing off. I love Miyuki Kazuya.

[unsent-heartbroken-letters]

in my dreams you love me back – june 14th 2023, 1:20 A.M.

i found myself daydreaming about a difficult phase of my life that will certainly happen at any moment probably without a warning, and in that nightmare i found myself seeking refuge in you. i imagined us reconnecting - it all started with you appearing out of nowhere, almost as if you knew i was going through a difficult time and needed your support. or maybe i was the one who went after you after such a long time, wondering if you hate me now, once again apologizing for everything, silently and desperately begging for your attention and affection, and you'd actually listen to me and give me what i need. then we'd talk again every afternoon and night, like we used to do in the old days. i would stay away from my other friends and not tell anyone, or at least almost no one (definitely not E because she would hate it, but maybe N or L), about you and me. if i had a girlfriend then (only in my dreams anyway), i would suddenly break up with her, making excuses out of my poor mental health. maybe she would beg for me me to stay but i wouldn't care, i wouldn't make the effort to leave or to continue in her life, because nothing about it would matter anymore. it's immature and silly, but you are enough. i wouldn't need anyone else as long as i had you by my side. i would give them all away if it meant i had the chance to stay with you forever. emotional dependency is perhaps the most dangerous drug i have ever known.and then, as i said, without realizing it, we went back to what we used to be. you'd be there for me every night, which is afternoon for you, and i'd be there for you every afternoon, which is night for you. or, since you're moving to Australia, maybe we'll have similar time zones and that will make this whole experience even more intimate. you, going through a hard time, away from all the people you love in a different country, and i, going through difficult times too. it's pretty much the same as it was before, only it's different. we are more mature, more hesitant, more aware of what is going on. we are afraid of getting hurt and hurting each other again. maybe i'll talk more openly about my romantic feelings for you, which i never did in the past. maybe i'm not that much of a coward anymore. maybe you're not that pure and naive anymore. everything has changed, but the magic is still there. i'm here for you and you're there for me, and that can never be different. the comfort and solace i find in you, and you hopefully find in me too, is the same.and now here comes the cruel part: i know this is just a dream. i know it most likely won't ever happen. you have a lot of other friends to worry about. maybe (hopefully) you think of me from time to time, but not enough to try to reconnect. my dream is not real... but that nightmare is. it's frightening to know that any day now i'm about to go through a terrible phase where my mental health is going to decline again, and unlike the past few years, you won't be there for me. i no longer have my safe place, my safe haven, my solace. i lost it and let it go. and this is still really hard to swallow - it hasn't fully sunk in yet. i know we probably won't ever reconnect. i know we'll never be friends (or more than that) again. and i know it's for the better. i *know* it, but i still haven't fully understood it... i don't know how to explain it. it's like i'm aware of that fact, yet a part of me still doesn't understand that this isn't fictional or just my anxiety acting up - it's real and it's my new reality.i don't know when my body and mind will be fully aware of this cruel, new reality, and i'm afraid of how it will turn out. for now, i allow myself to daydream a little longer. this is the only place we're happy together, and i'm not ready to say goodbye to this dream yet. along with the memories, it's the only part of you that's still alive in me, and i know i'll keep holding on to it for god knows how long.

[lordaensland]

It's been a fitful night at best, as my disgust at what happened yesterday has turned to active nausea, so I'm hoping getting this out will help and I can get some amount of actual sleep.

Overturning Roe v Wade was WRONG. On every. Fucking. Level. If you disagree, please remove yourself from any way you might follow me. If you need the links, dm me, and I'll happily provide them, and gratefully tell you to fuck off out of my life FOREVER, while joyfully blocking you as well.

If you think Alito's platitudes about this not cascading down to other protections afforded by other judicial rulings involving the 14th Amendment are true, or indeed, honest, you are fucking kidding yourself. If you think Thomas' words regarding "judicial overreach" involving contraception and gay marriage are hyperbole, you are the worst kind of idiot by ACTIVELY DELUDING YOURSELF.

But, of course, what does Thomas care if interracial marriage is also eventually overturned/abolished? He'll most likely be dead before that happens. Yet another fucking Boomer whose whole attitude is "I got mine. Fuck the future generations."

Returning to the main point, don't forget that one of the earliest rulings involving the 14th established that any child born on American soil, regardless of parentage, is an American citizen. I highly doubt that they'd be able to retroactively remove that for entire generations (U.S. vs Wong Kim Ark was in 1898) , but I don't doubt that it's something the Christian Nationalists out there would like to see.

Also, throw away that part of the Miranda rights about being provided a lawyer, even if you can't afford one. See Gideon v Wainwright (1963).

The 14th Amendment also directly led to Title IX, which is the basis of ALL non-discrimination legislature that's happened in education, the workplace, and pretty much everywhere else. So, you know, goodbye to the protected characteristics of age, disability, gender, marriage and civil partnership, pregnancy and maternity, race, religion or belief, sex, and sexual orientation.

Oh, and for those who are trying to deflect saying that it now makes it a "state's rights" issue? Ask them what they think about Brown v Board of Education (1954), which ended segregation in schools and was one of the biggest blows against Jim Crow. See whether or not they think it was a step forward.

You might also want to see if they've got a Confederate flag tucked away somewhere.

I'm very weary now, so I think I've gotten out pretty much everything I had to say, except for this. I know that this probably isn't going to change any minds. I know most of the people that are going to see this already know all this.

Comments will be left open, as I encourage discussion.

HOWEVER...

If anyone comes in here with anti-choice rhetoric? BUHLETED.

If you come in with ad hominem attacks on my character or anyone else's? BUHLETED.

If you try to strawman any of what I've said? After I'm done rolling my eyes, BUHLETED.

I'm well aware that a lot of what I've laid out could be part of a slippery slope argument, thank you very much, but considering we're seeing the culmination of 40+ years' worth of effort from the right, I think I'm allowed some leeway.

Going to try to get a couple hours' more sleep now.

End of line.

[iwatobies]

That’s right folks, the Reigisa Creative Works Exchange is finally here!!!!!!!!!

For those of you just joining the party, this exchange is a free-for-all, gift-giving extravaganza for anyone and everyone to participate in and enjoy! And if you have been listening to me go on (and on) about this since September, kudos to you and you probably know this by heart but I’ll repeat it anyway~

The rules are very simple: if you have a gift you wish to give to the Reigisa fandom, simply post it here on tumblr.com and tag it as #reigisaexchange. (Please remember to put it in the first 5 tags you use or we won’t see it!) We here at @iwatobies​ will reblog your gift for all our followers to see, and hopefully everyone just has a really great time! The event starts on Friday the 14th of December (which just happens to be Rei’s birthday) and runs until the 24th. There is no pressure to create a particular gift for a particular someone because we will love and appreciate every single fic, fanart, amv, meta post, gif, graphic or ANYTHING ELSE you wish to create! And the more gifts given, the more we all receive! 

Everything will be stored under this tag on our blog for easy access!

Please check out the details under the cut for any questions or contact mod Kyra here at @iwatobies​ for any additional help!

Thank you for your creations, everyone, and let’s have a great event!

-mod Kyra

Here we go, the nitty gritty!

First off, since this event runs until the 24th, it is not too late to participate! Gifts are accepted and appreciated the whole time! And there is no rush at all to post gifts all at once—in fact, it’s probably more fun to stagger gifts so that the event keeps going for all ten days!

If you find yourself strapped for ideas, some wonderful followers submitted a few ideas to consider that you can see HERE. There’s also some broad suggestions for themes listed at the bottom of this post HERE. But really, go wild with your own ideas as well! And if you don’t happen to finish on time, that’s fine. We will of course accept late submissions! This event is built on the idea of being a low-stress, plain old fun explosion of new Reigisa content for us all to enjoy!

How many gifts you give is up to you! (And if you don’t have it in you to create something this year, then I fully hope you enjoy seeing other people’s creations!) Works of the (ahem) not so safe for work variety ARE ALLOWED. However, with the new tumblr rules coming into effect soon, please post a censored or incomplete version of your work to tumblr and host the main event on a different website, otherwise we cannot reblog it here. Archive of our Own and fanfiction.net are good sites to post erotic fanfic. Pixiv, Twitter, Patreon, and Deviantart still host erotic images, so those are some possibilities for artists to use as host sites. If any questions or concerns come up, feel free to contact us immediately. 

Please post each gift with the tag #reigisaexchange. You can also tag #iwatobies as we’ll be checking that tag regularly as well. You don’t need to mention this blog or the exchange directly in your post if you don’t want to—as long as you tag it with #reigisaexchange, we’ll know it’s a gift! Although if you are making a gift to fulfill a specific request, it might be nice to mention that so that the requester can find your gift more easily!

We will reblog each gift THREE TIMES to make sure they all reach a broad audience. If you posted your gift and do not see it in the EXCHANGE TAG after a 24hr period, then please let us know so we can correct that immediately! Any questions or clarification posts will also be in that tag if you happen to send us an ask. 

In the case you don’t want to be attached to a gift directly (shy artist or a really smutty fic maybe) you can submit the art or a link to the fic to us and we will post it, crediting an anonymous donor. Anything to make people feel comfortable!

Everything after this is examples of posts for anyone who hasn’t participated in exchanges before, so if you could use some help with that, keep reading, but otherwise, I hope to see your creations!!

Okay, so if this is your first time doing anything like this, it’s pretty easy! You can host sfw gifts on your own blog, but if you feel like using an outside site, even for sfw gifts, here’s an example to help out.

Since fic will likely be the most common submission, here is a screenshot of an example link for a fic I posted last year:

This was done by choosing to create a LINK POST, and then setting that link to the fic on my Ao3 account. I chose to include the fandom, pairing, and word count info because...that’s just what I like to do, but you can include whatever information you want. In my experience, putting word count and (I didn’t do that in this example, whoops) rating is a good idea to give potential readers an idea of what they’re looking at. Adding a summary or excerpt can also help draw readers in. And if you’re writing for the exchange, tagging #reigisaexchange would be the priority at the end there. 

If I was dealing with a photo that needed to be censured, instead of a linked post, I would suggest posting the sfw version of your art as a photo post (cropped or using those thick black lines to cover the naked bits), and then putting the link to the full thing in the description. 

If you have any further questions, please let me know. No such thing as a dumb question. Just remember that this event is designed to be low-stress, so if anything is stressing you out, I am all ears!

Have fun guys!

[music-of-dragons]

Here's part three!

Loose Key for organization:

● Summary ○ My thoughts

AGOT Dany III

● This chapter begins with Dany looking out over the Dothraki Sea with Jorah by her side, he is explaining the types of grass that grow. ~"Down in the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai, they say there are oceans of ghost grass, taller than a man on horseback with stalks as pale as milkglass. It murders all other grass and glows in the dark with the spirits of the damned. The Dothraki claim that someday ghost grass will cover the entire world, and then all life will end." That thought gave Dany the shivers.~

○ The description of the ghost grass and the Dothraki prophecy are very similar to that of the Others and the Long Night. Directly after this imagery Dany shivers, which is associated with being cold or frightened. I believe that the Stallion prophecy is the Dothraki version of Azor Ahai. 

● Dany is enjoying the beauty of the day when the rest of the Khalasar begin to approach, Viserys with them. Dany, slowly learning to embrace her own agency and power, tells Jorah to command the Khalasar to stop so that she could ride ahead and not hear Viserys's complaints.

 

● Dany reflects on her first days with the Khalasar and how tough they had been. Khal Drogo ignored her during sex and she would cry from the pain, she was racked with saddle sores and blistered hands. Dany decided that she would rather kill herself than continue on, until she had a dragon dream. Viserys is not in the dream this time, only her and the dragon. "It's scales were black as night, wet and slick with blood. Her blood, Dany sensed.~

○ Just as Dany's thighs were slick with blood in her first dragon dream, the dragon is now covered in her blood. This is more birth imagery! Babies are born covered in their mother's blood, so Dany will birth the dragons, and her blood/sacrifice will be needed for the ritual. Viserys disappearing from the first dream then not appearing in this dream is a sign that Viserys will have to be gone/die in order for Dany to become who she is meant to be and hatch the dragons. When the dragon breathes flame at her, she feels no pain. Her body is cleansed by the fire and it helps her feel stronger and more fierce, this bled into her reality.

● Dany noticeably changed after her dream, her handmaid even asked if she had gotten sick. ~"I was, she answered, standing over the dragon's eggs that Illyrio had given her when she wed. She touched one, the largest of the three, running her hand lightly over the shell. Black and scarlet, she thought, like the dragon in my dream."~ The egg felt warm to Dany, though she dismissed it. 

● Dany feels that her horse knows her moods and that they share a single mind, Irri may be teaching her Dothraki riding but the silver is her true teacher. 

○ This connection that Dany feels with her silver, I believe, has some magic involved. It may also be foreshadowing her warg-like connection with Drogon. Dany thinks to herself that she had never loved anything so much.

● Dany, still reflecting, thinks about how she began to appreciate the beauty of the world around her; her soreness after riding was welcomed, her nights with Drogo were more pleasurable, and every day she is eager to mount her silver and ride ahead.

○This is a direct result of her dragon dreams and coping mechanisms. She is slowly growing from a meek little girl to a strong young woman, she is handling the Dothraki lifestyle better than her "dragon" brother.

●Dany makes it to the bottom of the ridge and hears Viserys shrieking at Ser Jorah, so she plunges deeper into the grass. Dany feels a sudden urge to feel the soil between her toes because she feels happy and at peace in the grass. She dismounts and is removing her boots when Viserys is on her, rearing his horse, screaming. Viserys tells her to look at herself, dressed in Dothraki clothing and Viserys dressed in soiled city silks and ringmail. 

○ This difference between the two of them is important. Dany's ability to adapt to the culture around her is what allows her to survive, while Viserys separates himself from those he deems beneath him and it will eventually lead to his downfall. This is humility vs superiority at its finest. Dany is making the most of a situation her own brother placed her in, doing everything he commanded of her, yet he is enraged by her power as a Khaleesi. 

● Viserys makes a grab for Dany's chest and twists at her breasts but she pushes him away, this is the first time she has stuck up for herself, and she knows that Viserys will hurt her badly for it. Before Viserys can continue, Jhogo's whip coils around his neck and saves Dany from further harm. Despite all that he's done to her Dany refuses to have him harmed. She thinks to herself that he looks pitiful on the ground, sobbing and sucking in breath. ~He had always been a pitiful thing. Why had she never seen that before? There was a hollow place inside her where her fear had been.~

○ Dany is no longer taking Viserys's abuses lying down. She is finally coming to realize that Viserys was never truly a man to fear, his power over her was an illusion that he created by conditioning Dany with abuse and "waking the dragon". However, despite all this, Dany still loves her brother which will be demonstrated by her actions and thoughts later. 

○ Dany commands Jorah to take his horse, she has learned more of Dothraki ways and knew that taking his horse would shame him in the Khalasar. He would walk with the women and slaves instead of mounted. She literally gets him off his high horse! 

●Viserys commands Jorah to kill the Dothraki dogs and hurt Dany. He looks at her with her bare feet and oiled hair, then at Viserys in his soiled silks and ringmail, and decides ~"He shall walk, Khaleesi."~

● Dany and Jorah have an important conversation about Viserys and the Smallfolk. When she becomes afraid because of what she did to Viserys, he tells her Rhaegar was the last dragon and that Viserys was less than the shadow of a snake. The smallfolk don't care who sits the Iron Throne, they just want to be left in peace. Dany is shaken by his words, but she hears the truth in them. He even gets her to admit that Viserys would not be a good king. When asked about home, Dany envisions Westeros and Dragonstone, all with red doors. 

○That is what Dany desires most; a home with safety and comfort like the house Ser Willem raised her in. She believes that she will find that home in Westeros.

● She admits to Jorah that she knows Viserys would never take them home, even with an army. Later, Dany has a mini vision after seeing a dusty finger of light touch her eggs, a thousand droplets of scarlet flame, she blinks and they are gone.

○ This, again, is her subconscious leading her to the magic needed to hatch the eggs. Dany feels the eggs and they are warm, but she convinces herself they were warmed by the sun. She knows that the stone eggs shouldn't be alive with heat and is trying to rationalize it by continuously making excuses because she's not ready to hatch them, not just yet.

○ Irri hops in the bath with Dany, she has no problem bathing with her and is very close with her handmaids. She never treats them harshly even though they are slaves of the Khalasar.

○ In the next chapter, Dany is called "Moon of my Life'' by Drogo while she calls him "My Sun and Stars". The story that Doreah tells Dany while bathing consists of the moon wandering too close to the sun and cracking, pouring out dragons, then they drink the fire of the sun. I think this story is a hint that Dany, the moon, will hatch dragons herself, and they will be given life by Drogo, the sun. 

● Dany spends time with Doreah learning to pleasure Khal Drogo. She takes him beneath the stars for all to see ~For the Dothraki believed that all things of importance in a man's life must be done beneath the open sky.~ It is Dany's 14th nameday when Jhiqui tells her she is with child. ~"I know."~ Dany tells her.

○ Dany has finally completely adapted to the life of the Dothraki and is more comfortable, brave, and happy than she ever has been. She has agency and power so long as Drogo allows it, and her relationship with him has improved. She isn't suffering in the shadow of her brother any longer. 

Dany IV up next!

Art by Ted Nasmith

[kino-alternative]

“ This will be a long one! Also, trying angst, so uhh . . Don't be surprised if it's bad! ” ( Inspired by: The Story Of Evil )

❢◥ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ◆ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ◤❢

“ The Servant ”

Keywords: Y/N- Your Name, T/N- Twin's Name ( Your twin is a girl )

Notes:

This is a Nagito Komaeda X Reader.

This will obvious have SPOILERS for the game. Specifically, the whole Danganronpa: Goodbye Despair game.

Reader's Gender-Neutral. Also suggest listening to “ Daughter of Evil ” “ Servant of Evil ” and “ No Regrets ”.

0: 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 -

Y/N L/N was a part of the Future Foundation, 14th division. While their twin sister, T/N who was the Ultimate Queen ( Originally Princess but a certain blonde already took the title ), was a Remnant of Despair along with the rest of their class.

It pained the twin to see their other being controlled by the strawberry blonde fashionista. Especially since they had to capture her themselves.

After running the program, Y/N decided to enter as a secret agent of the Future Foundation to help the two others when needed. It hurts knowing the truth but they were glad to see everyone before the tragedy struck.

Their dear twin sister was indeed a troublemaker and others even say she's ‘ evil ’ due to her cruel and awful personality, but of course as - not only her twin - her loyal servant ever since they were reunited, Y/N stood by the girl's side.

There was also another that they treasure, Nagito Komaeda,The Ultimate Lucky Student. Yes, even knowing how he is, he managed to make them fall for him. It was interesting really, since T/N isn't really fond of him ( Most of them don't ). But their was something about him that made them feel . . . Loved. Not platonically.

Y/N and their friends, their fellow survivors of the first killing game, had thought everything would go smoothly.

Sadly, that was not the case. That's the reason why I said ‘ first ’ after all. Y/N had failed to protect the Ex-Remnants of Despair from Monokuma's sick game. They could only think of him being the reason the virus entered in the first place.

Three trials. Three blackeneds. Four victims. It was awful. They hated the fact they had to go through another killing game. Now here they are, starving in two fruit-based buildings. Unfortunately, that was not the only motive the despair loving bear had planned.

1: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫.

“ Upuhuhuhu! That's right! T/N is an agent working for me! ” Monokuma announced to the eleven remaining students. Everyone's eyes widen as they all looked at the said girl with shock and anger.

She took a step back, almost stepping on the skirt of her dress as she clicked her tongue and gritted her teeth. “ Seriously!? You peasants believe him!? ” She asked with a glare.

“ How can we not? You're basically . . Evil! ” Kazuichi exclaimed, hiding behind Mechamaru to avoid the girl's glare. Everyone agreed with what he said. T/N was definitely cruel and awful, how did she managed to get her Ultimate anyway?

“ Silence! You shall not call them ‘ peasants ’! ” Sonia ordered with a stern look on her pretty face. The young queen scoffed, crossed her arms and looked away “ Isn't that what we call others below us, your highness? ”

“ I mean, as despairing as it sounds . . Monokuma hasn't lied to us ” Nagito pointed out, to which T/N replied - “ Hush, you hope obsessed freak! ”

But it seems like everyone seemed to believe it's true.

-

“ You asked for me, your majesty? ” Y/N entered the deluxe room of Grape House. There, at the desk, was their twin who's eyes were shining with anger. “ That damned bear . . Those peasants . . ” She began to curse under her breath as she stabbed a certain area on the map.

“ I will make him pay for ratting me out ”

The elder twin sighed and walked up to her, placing a blanket they grabbed from the bed over her shoulders. “ It is getting late, you should rest. Some sleep should give you energy for now ”

T/N whined but listened nonetheless. As soon as the girl plopped onto bed, she was out like a candle light. Y/N smiled softly and kissed her forehead, bidding her goodnight before leaving the room.

“ That devil shall not live to see the light of day . Not after she poisoned us with her thorns ”

-

“ A body has been discovered! ”

“ A body has been discovered! ”

Two. Two victims. One was a destroyed robot and the other was a stabbed with gunshots H/C girl. That's right. The victims were Mechamaru Nidai and T/N L/N.

2.1: 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞.

Nagito knew something was off.

The moment he saw his hope, Y/N, he knew that they were hiding something. And that something was indeed shocking. “ Ah, I apologise for not introducing myself earlier . . I'm Y/N L/N, the Ultimate Servant ”

That was a lie.

After completing the final dead room, he got his prize. It was files about them. Not only did he found out that Hajime was talentless and was a reserve course student, but his dear hope, his true love of his life, Y/N was not only talentless, but an agent of the Future Foundation.

He was upset but understood Y/N's reason. But for some reason . . He can't help but feel like he missed something.

2.2: 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭.

After the trial . .

“ That's right! The blackened who killed T/N L/N and destroyed Mechamaru Nidai isss . . . Gundham Tanaka, the Ultimate Breeder! AHAHAHA! ” Monokuma cackled as everyone looked at the breeder, who seemed to be prepared for the up-coming punishment.

Despair was painted on everyone's faces, a few tried to hide it. But one let out the pain that was weighing their down, slamming their hands on their podium which surprised them.

Tears streamed down their face as they asked, “ Why did you choose to murder her!? Why in the brutal way!? ” Their voice cracked from the sobs that came after the question. They knew that the H/C haired servant would be upset, but it was shocking to see them break down so . . Easily.

But . . Come to think of it . . They weren't acting like themselves. They usually back Hajime up with no hesitation but during the trial, they kept their mouth shut. Like they're scared to say something wrong or spill information.

Gundham replied while looking away, “ Mechamaru did not deserve death . . But that daughter who's lord is a devil did. She was a demon and lived in the depths of darkness ” ‘ Y/N ’ 's eyes widen those words, their grip tightening.

“ That's right . . I deserved to die ” Everyone looked at them with confusion as they straighten their posture “ It's my fault they died . . ” Placing a hand on her chest, she exclaimed “ So pin the blame on me! ”

Then it finally hit. This wasn't Y/N . . This was T/N. If that's the case then . .

Nagito lowered his head and whispered, “ Y/N's gone . . ”

-

Knock Knock ** Click.

“ Y/N, you're here! Good news, I have an idea on how to prevent . . Huh? ” T/N turned around to see her twin that was wearing her clothes and their hair down like hairs. They looked identical to her. “ Why are you . . ? ”

They only smiled and gave her their clothes, a letter was placed on top of it. “ I actually have a plan of my own, dear sister ” T/N's eyes widen in sudden realization, “ You don't mean . . I will not allow it! Besides, that damned bear would know! ” She exclaimed, her eyes glistening.

Y/N shook their head and placed the clothes on the bed. After that, they put their hands on her shoulders with a firm yet gentle grip. “ I already took care of that issue ” “ But- ” “ Listen now my dear, you and I will switch and you will be me. It is fine, we're twins and I'll be here to take the strike ”

They wiped away her tears with their thumbs and kissed her forehead, “ They won't know because we look alike ” Y/N stood on the original position their twin was in as T/N hesitantly switched clothes. “ B-But what about Nagito!? Surely, he'll miss you! A-And I'm the devil here! I'm the demon! Not you! ”

Their smile saddens, “ . . . ” They knew how the pale luckster likes to pin the blame on his luck and himself. But they already wrote to him in advance. They hoped it would help him in some way. Y/N truly love the luckster just as much as they love their twin sister. But they live to serve their sister, even if it kills them. Even after knowing everything the other's don't.

Dodging the first question, they replied with closed eyes “ If the devil's your lord as they all curse your name . . Then I am a demon too, for we have the same blood ” As soon as T/N finished dressing, they pulled her outside and ordered “ Now go, don't look back and be free ”

The twin sister hesitates before turning away and acted like they had a normal conversation, holding back the tears as the cameras assumed she was the other. Y/N watched her leave before closing the door, leaving it unlocked and sat on the chair while watching the fire on the candle dance.

“ If the day comes that we are reborn once again, it'll be nice to play with you ” They could hear the footsteps “ I'm sorry for leaving you Nagito . . But until then . . ”

* Creak!

Glaring at the breeder, they asked ( sounding like their twin ) “ How dare you, you pest!? ”

-

Watching the execution was painful, like always. T/N handed the letter to Nagito before leaving the trial room “ . . They wanted you to have this ”

3: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

“ My Dearest Nagito,

I am guessing that T/N gave you this after revealing the truth, correct? But, that is not the point.

I know what you're thinking.

You're blaming yourself again, are you not? You blame your luck. You regret letting me get close to you.

But you shouldn't.

Yes, I have broken our promise. And I truly am sorry but I will never regret getting close to you. I'm sorry for leaving you behind so early.

And I know you may think you have nothing to live for but please, live and fight the despair.

That's what you tell me, right?

A daily reminder that you are not useless nor worthless, you are more than that. You're more than just a stepping stone. Don't be afraid to acknowledge that, even if you don't believe it.

Can you do me a favor? If it's alright.

End this killing game for me. I know you know about the files but that's the past. The future is still out there, right? So please, live and end this killing game with the others.

It seems like I'm running out of ink, so let me say this one last time, alright?

I truly and deeply love you, Nagito Komaeda. Please do remember that. Even after what you did, I can not help but love you. So, if the day comes where we are reborn, I'll gladly fall for you all over again.

I'll die with only one regret. And that is, I wasn't able to protect you.

- Signed, Y/N L/N <3 ”

4: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡.

“ Please, wake up ”

Y/N slowly opened their eyes, trying to figure out where they were and what was going on. But as soon as they sat up, they were pulled into a hug. “ Y/N! You're awake! ” “ T/N . . ? What . . ? ” Their gaze then landed on Nagito who stood beside Hajime.

Then it snapped, they hugged back and smiled “ So you did it . . I'm so glad ” They whispered as T/N pulled away and Nagito walked up to them. Tears finally streamed down his cheeks as he held both of their hands and leaned his forehead on theirs. “ You're here . . ”

Y/N kissed his nose, “ Everything's alright, I'm here, you're here, we're here. Safe and sound ”

Everything turned out to be great in the end. T/N slowly warmed up to everyone. They're working with the Future Foundation on Jabberwock Island. And all is good.

Arms wrapped around their waste as the luckster placed his chin on their shoulder, playing with the ring on their finger. With a content sigh, he says “ I love you ”

Yes, everything has it's flaws but nonetheless it was perfect to them.

❢◥ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ◆ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ◤❢

“ I hope you all enjoyed it! Angst isn't really my strong suit but hey, I'll get better at it! ( I was originally going to put a bad ending, but I'll make that someday ) ”

- Sincerely, Mizuki Kioku.

[princesssarisa]

Character ask: Sleeping Beauty's Prince

Tagged by @ariel-seagull-wings.

These answers apply to the Prince from Charles Perrault and the Brothers Grimm's versions of the tale and all subsequent traditional retellings, as well as to Disney's animated Prince Phillip. They don't apply to any of the pre-Perrault versions of the character who impregnate the Princess in her sleep, nor do they apply to Prince Phillip from the live-action Maleficent duology.

Favorite thing about them: He's a charming fairy tale prince. Even though that archetype is easy to mock, it's still endearing. For Disney's Prince Phillip, let me add to that his warmth, courage, intelligence and sense of humor. He's definitely the best of the three Walt-era princes; Snow White and Cinderella's princes are stuffed shirts by comparison.

Least favorite thing about them: In the traditional tale, kissing a sleeping girl whom he doesn't know. The issue of consent is much more of a real issue here than it is in Disney's Snow White.

I don't think it's quite as much of an issue for Disney's Prince Phillip, though, because he and Aurora were already in love before she fell asleep, and because he knows the kiss will break the spell, as opposed to just kissing her because she's so pretty. About Phillip my least favorite thing is probably his bold pressing of his feelings onto the shy, withdrawing Aurora in "Once Upon a Dream." Of course it's just old-fashioned wooing, perfectly innocent by the standards of its time, but by modern standards, if a girl is reluctant to speak to you because you're a stranger, the appropriate response isn't "But we've met before... once upon a dream."

And for Perrault's Prince: For goodness' sake, how could you leave your ogress mother in charge of the kingdom and leave your wife and children in her care when you went off to war?! You knew she craved human flesh, you hid your marriage for two years to protect your wife and babies from her, but then...?! Perrault's bowdlerization of Sun, Moon and Talia (changing the wife who tries to kill her husband's mistress and illegitimate children into a flesh-craving ogress mother-in-law) is awkward and reduces the Prince to an idiot. The Grimms were wiser to cut that part of the story altogether and end with the awakening of Sleeping Beauty and her castle.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I like stories about princesses.

*Like Disney's Phillip, I love Aurora's singing voice.

*Also like Phillip, I like the color red.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm not royalty.

*I'm too shy either to kiss a sleeping person I've never met (traditional tale) or to romantically pursue a retiring stranger at first sight (Disney's Phillip).

*Unlike Disney's Phillip, I don't know how to handle a sword, so a dragon would probably make short work of me. Though if I had the fairies to help me, who knows?

Favorite line: From Disney's Phillip:

"Now Father, you're living in the past. This is the 14th century!"

BrOTP: His horse, Samson, from the Disney version.

OTP: Sleeping Beauty.

nOTP: The Old Fairy/Maleficent.

Random headcanon: Perrault's prince has always struggled with the fact that he's half ogre. He has cravings for human flesh too – nowhere near as strong as his mother's, because he's half human, but other people do smell all too tasty to him. Yet he manages to control that side of himself, so he naïvely assumes his mother can control it too, not realizing that she has no desire to control it.

Unpopular opinion: Even though the issue of non-consensual kisses deserves to be discussed, I don't think it makes either the Prince or the story unredeemable. Disney resolved it fairly well by having Aurora and Phillip effectively be already in a relationship when the kiss takes place (yes, it was Love at First Sight, but that's just a storytelling convention), but to do that they eliminated the 100 years of sleep from the original tale. I might be tempted to write a retelling that keeps the 100-year sleep, but draws inspiration from the scene in the ballet where the Lilac Fairy shows the Prince a vision of Aurora, and had the Prince communicate telepathically with Sleeping Beauty thanks to some magical intervention. Every night he would dream of meeting her and talking with her, while in the castle she would simultaneously have the same dream about him, and in the last dream before he actually finds her, she would give him consent to kiss her.

Song I associate with them:

The obvious: "Once Upon a Dream" from the Disney version:

"Slumber" from the Cannon Movie Tales version.

Favorite pictures of them:

This illustration by Charles Folkard:

This illustration by Jessie Wilcox Smith:

This one by Trina Schart Hyman – both here and in her Snow White, her bearded princes are a nice change of pace for fairy tale lovers who prefer manly men to pretty boys, and this moment with his bride-to-be and her parents is so joyous and sweet:

This illustration by Mercer Mayer – I like the way his clothes are tattered from fighting through the briars:

This illustration by Christian Birmingham:

Disney's Prince Phillip with Aurora:

Christopher Reeve in the Faerie Tale Theatre version:

Nicholas Clay with Tanhee Welch in the Cannon Movie Tales version:

Matthew Ball with Yasmine Naghdi in Tchaikovsky's ballet:

[namjooningelsewhere]

Leahhhhh woman, what are doing to me🙃

When you said it was going to hurt quite a bit, I wasn't expecting that treatment. DJ didn't deserve it at all. The boys really get on my nerves, as if she forced herself into their relationship.

Lily doesn't seem as sweet to me as she claims to be. I can't imagine what she's up to now though. You replied in a comment that she is not ill, then what is it? Can she not have her own children and would like the men she loves to experience this feeling? That would be very gross though, if she includes DJ in the relationship just because of that, I'll really hate her, because it's not the way one woman is supposed to treat another. But if that's not the reason, the only thing left for me is the idea that she might also belong to a mafia group or something similar and that might be why she will leave the boys???? I'm very curious to find out and I'm just patiently waiting for the next update and I have to say that I can't wait to finally read it.

I also have one more question if you don't mind. Originally you wrote that there will be 3 parts, but i think there are more now (but i'm not complaining) how many parts do you plan to write?

I hope it wasn't an annoying comment. I wish you a nice weekend and please take good care of yourself. I allways like to read your writings, they cheer me up and by the way i'm very excited about the overdue update… 🥰😘

Im so so so so glad to receive this ask, it bought such a huge smile to my face. In no way this was annoying 😸 I loved every word of it...

To Answer your questions, nope Lily is totally capable of having kids and she isn't terminally I'll. She has a different agenda and i can't say what yet because that will be a big spoiler, you will know soon though ❤️

And yeah i originally said war of hearts was going to be a three part, but my very dear friend@akshstudios said this story has a lot of potential and it should definitely be a series, so here I am. War of hearts will now be in ten parts.

And yeah thank you for waiting for overdue the entire rest of the parts will be out on 14th March.

Thankyou for enjoying what i Write it gives me so much happiness when people tell me what they think about the characters , discuss the story of even have a conversation in general❤️ Thankyou for taking the time to send this ask it means the world to me❤️

P.s- i have a pleasent surprise 😍

[little-butterfly-writes]

Tipsy

October 14th is Wine Day. Similar to Kiss Day where the name pretty much explains the day’s agenda, couples will share a glass (or bottle) of wine with one another in celebration of their relationship.

Thank you to Lea for inviting me to Love All Year. Here's a little Baehee drabble for Wine Day.

Word Count- 751

Warnings - Alcohol, slightly suggestive

Jaehee and I sit towards the end of the long table. The RFA is having a small dinner together, all paid for by Jumin of course. 

A bottle of wine is being shared around the table. I've had a glass and Jaehee's already had three. She's getting a fourth glass, placing it down and tucking herself in my side. It's uncommon for this to happen, but she's tipsy right now.

I rub her side, turning my head to listen to a Saeyoung trying to tease Yoosung. Jaehee is now resting her head on my shoulder. Everyone's food is packed up, we're just catching up in person. Luckily, no one is paying too much attention to us.

"Layla, have another glass." Jaehee mumbles in my ear. 

"Baby, I shouldn't. It might affect my meds, remember?" I kiss the top of her head. She gets stiff, looking up at me with teary eyes.

"I'm sorry, I forgot." Jaehee sniffles. I gather her in my arms, holding her close.

"It's okay, dear. It was a little mistake, don't cry Jae." I hand her a glass of water, taking her glass of wine. "Drink some water and I'll finish your glass."

Jaehee peels herself from my side, sipping on the water. We join the conversation every now and then, but I keep my attention on Jaehee.

When she finishes the water, we say our goodbyes to our friends and head out with our leftovers. Our apartment isn't too far from the restaurant, so we headed back home. I keep my arm around Jaehee's waist when I see her stumble a bit.

"Feeling better yet?" I hope she is. I don't want her to be in any pain tomorrow if possible.

"A bit." She sighs, leaning on me as we go up the stairs. I struggle a bit, feeling unbalanced with the weight on my side. "Do you have the keys?"

I hum to confirm. I pull them out and unlock the door, gesturing for Jaehee to go sit on the couch. I slip off my shoes and jacket, making my way to the kitchen. "Stay there, I'm going to get you some tea and water."

I slip into some pajamas while the tea brews. I grab a pair of Jaehee's comfy clothes and head back to the couch after picking up the beverages. 

Jaehee is sitting there with her shirt unbuttoned. The pale yellow bra I got her a while back is on display for me to see. I avert my eyes and hand her the clothes. "Get dressed and take some painkillers. I'll put on Zen's musical."

Jaehee gets up with what seems like a bit of effort. On the way to our room, she gave me sloppy kisses. I have to take a deep breath to calm down, flopping onto the couch.

She comes out a minute later, wearing the larger t-shirt of mine I bought for her to wear. I thought she'd like to sleep in it. Jaehee plomps down next to me, taking the pain killers and downing her water.

She curls up, watching Zen's acting with slight focus. Most of her attention is on me, stroking my hair, rubbing my stomach. "Layla?" I squeeze her close, glancing down at her. "Can we have some...fun?"

I give a slight giggle, kissing her forehead. I can tell Jaehee's close to falling asleep and I don't want her overworking herself. "Maybe in the morning if you feel okay, Jae. You're still a bit tipsy and I don't want to hurt you."

Jaehee nods, not fighting back the yawn she lets out. I know she can hear my sincerity even in a slightly tipsy state. "Can we cuddle in bed then?"

It's always a treat seeing her so clingy. I find it cute when Jaehee is a little drunk, she lets her guard down and lets me take care of her. "Of course dear. Go ahead to bed while I clean up."

Jaehee carries the glasses to the sink, trudging off to our bedroom after. I turn the television and lights off before heading to bed.

I wiggle myself under the blankets, letting Jaehee cling to me. "Thanks for looking after me, Layla. Love you." Her words are a bit slurred. Maybe from sleepiness or her muddled mind, but I appreciate it either way.

"I love you too, goodnight and sweet dreams." By the second half of the sentence, she's out like a lamp. I chuckle softly, pulling the blankets further on her.

[jaeminscoffee]

Illicit - Not legally permitted.

Pairing- Lee Haechan x reader.

Genre- Angst, Suggestive, Fluff if you squint your eyes, Mafia au.

Word count- 2.6k [not proof read]

Warning- A lot of swearing, mention of violence, heavy make out session towards the end

Request made from prompt

18."Isn't this, like illegal?" "Probably, Who cares?"

68."You drive me crazy"

-x-

Breathing the same air as Lee Haechan meant trouble. 

Especially for you, someone as simple as a book store cashier, it'd be the best to stay away from him. 

But there was something so intriguing about him the first encounter, that made both you and him go back to each other.

Maybe it was a mere coincidence, or maybe it was because you'd pray to clash paths with him each time you went to work. 

But it was on a Sunday, night shift, when the owner of the small bookstore expressed her concerns about her granddaughter being sick, stating that she needs to leave for the day, leaving you by yourself to close up when you met him. 

You were fine with that, your house was just around the corner. 

There was hardly an hour left, and only about a customer or two came in, leaving after getting what they what they wanted. You decided to pack up for the day. Walking lane by lane, table to table to clean up the place. 

Reaching over shelves to place the books that were scattered on the table, you hear a bang from behind, startling you. 

You cautiously approach the front, staying behind the shelf in case it'd be a thief. There, near your counter, stood a boy, his back facing you. His back was moving up and down frantically. Thinking that he's a customer, you come out of your hiding, already wearing a smile on your face. 

"Welcome Si-" you see the boy flinch, not expecting anyone to be there. He swore he saw the lights dim from outside and no movement. He turned back in a swift motion, clutching at something inside of his leather jacket. Upon examining his features carefully, noticing faint red at the corner of his lips, hair disheveled, you let out a gasp. 

You approach him with fast steps "Sir are you ok-" your steps were halted, the boy, who had his hands inside his jacket, took it out, unstable hands pointing a gun at you. You stood dead on your track, breathing uneven as you stood in a life and death situation. "Back off." The boy opened his mouth the first time that night. Voice rough, yet honey like. 

The longer you stand there, the more you see his eyelids drop. As scared as you were, you being the nice person you are, take small steps one after the other. It was extremely silent, when he lost consciousness, falling face first onto the ground in front of you. You fasten your steps towards him, the distance shortening with each step you take. 

"Sir?? Mr.??" you turn him around, carefully placing him back onto the floor, his front facing you, the proximity of your faces made it easier for you to see the scratches that scattered all over his face, moles spilled here and there. The boy was good looking, no doubts. 

With great difficulty, you lift him up, placing him on your back, going back towards the end of the book store, where the students usually sit to study without getting disturbed.

The seats there were much more comfortable than the wooden ones at the front of the store. You drop him onto one of the seats, going back to the counter to get out the first aid kit, when you hear the door being slammed open. 

In came 3 guys, all in similar attire, they were all over 6'0 from the looks of it, or maybe you were just short. They were panting hard, just like how you'd seen the other boy at the back of your store. 

They screamed danger.

"Where the fuck is he?" one of them asked, the tallest among the three, they were definitely here for the unknown boy, all three carrying pistols in their own hands. You feign confusion, oblivious to the guys. "Pardon me?" The one beside the guy who spoke up, looked you up and down, turning front, facing the shop scanning his eyes all over the place. "Lee Haechan. Where is he?" he asked. 

Haechan. That's what the boy's name is. 

"I'm sorry i do not know who you're talking about" you turn back to your counter. One of them approached you, standing extremely close, the only thing preventing your bodies from touching being the counter.

"Did you see anyone pass by here?" his voice was deadly low. You gulp down the lump forming in your throat in a subtle way. You shake your head. "But i did see someone run past the corner store" the boys all nodded their heads, exchanging glances as you look at them exit the store, amused at how gullible the guys were. After making sure they left, you make your way to the back, this time with the first aid kit in your hand. 

On reaching, you set the box down, taking your towel from your pocket, approaching his body, his breath now normal. You wipe the sweat from his forehead, the nape of his neck, cleaning it up. 

Satisfied, you reach out for a cotton ball, pouring a little bit of antiseptic onto it, dabbing it over his bruises. 

You started from the scars at the sides of his face, then the edge of his slit eyebrow, to his left cheek. The only thing left, his lips. 

You turn back setting the used cotton ball, taking a new one out when you feel yourself being watched. 

He said not a word, just stared back, sending shivers down your back. You decided to resort back to cleaning his wound, approaching him for the third time that night, almost placing the cotton ball at the dried blood in the corner of his lips. When seeing him, not put up a protest, you continue. 

You face the boy, Haechan once again, immediately dropping the cotton as you find him stare right into your soul. Breathtaking. The only word that can explain the boy. His features cold, eyes void of any emotion, it was scary, horrifying even. You unintentionally stammer "I-i was just cleaning up your wound" 

"if you don't mind me asking, wha-what happened to you?" silence. "Haechan..?" that clearly caught the boy off-guard. "How do you know my name?" he asked, voice no longer hoarse as it was when he passed out.

It was sweet, but still stern enough to scare anyone. "Oh there came these - these three guys looking for you, i assumed, an-d they said Haechan, so i thought that's your name"

You hear him mumble something under his breath, looking down, you spoke once again. "I sent them the wrong way though so you're fine, we can call the cops and tell them you were being chased-" 

That's when he got up from his seat, obviously taller than you, his demeanor intimidating. 

"Thank you for the service, but next time, try minding your own fucking business" and with that, he made his way out of the store. 

And that was one out of n times you saved the boy, Lee Haechan's life. 

That wasn't the last of Haechan that you saw.

Yes, he tried pushing you away each time you dashed each other. He'd ignore you, but you followed him around, still wanting to figure out what led to the boy having a fresh bruise each day. 

-

It was 7:45pm you were let off work that day, exactly two weeks after the incident, two weeks of following the boy and two weeks into your new found interest. 

Your house was the last one in your street, so it took at least 3 alley ways to cut short the route to your house, without walking on the main road

You stop at the store nearby to get some snack to munch on your way, paying for it and taking a turn into the corner street, house being just 2 minutes away now. 

Passing by one of the alley ways, through your peripheral, you see a figure hunched over, leaning against the wall while 2 others, holding the boy, with another throwing blows after blows. 

Not wanting to turn a blind eye, you hide behind the wall leading to the alley, taking out your phone, searching for a cop siren sound, because as much as you wanted to help the guy, you weren't going to risk your life going in there, not like that would do much anyways 

Upon finding the desired sound you turn your volume to max, playing the audio, sparing a second glance into the alley way. 

"Fuck fuck fuck run!" they collectively screamed, bolting out of the narrow road, as you pressed yourself hard against the wall in order to hide your figure from them. They didn't pay much attention to their surroundings, running further down the busy road far away from the street you stood in. 

After making sure the coast was clear, you turn back, making your way slowly into the alleyway. Seeing him walking towards the entrance, hands clutching his middle, crouching.

"Hey are you okay?" you call out, hearing a voice, he looks up, "Haechan??". You see Haechan grit his teeth, turning his head to the side as you came in as hid life savior for the 14th time in a 2 week span, "For fuck's sake…"

You quicken your steps towards him, replacing his hand in the middle with yours, placing his hand over your shoulder. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Haechan asks, turning his face towards you with a glare, which softened just a bit after seeing the worried look on your face. 

"Helping you. Again." He spits out blood, as you scrunch your face seeing the red substance. You start walking towards your house with fast steps, tumbling now and then when he loses his balance. "where are you taking me?" he asked, "Home."

"No Y/n not your house, they'll get to you" 

Over the past weeks of you chasing him, him pushing you away and then you rescuing him, he had gotten to know quite a lot about you, as you were a bubbly person. Even so you knew nothing about him, besides the fact that his name is Lee Haechan and he is 20 years old. 

"They won't" you say after reaching your house, gently stepping away from him to take out the keys.

You hear him mutter a few curses under his breath. 

You open the door and reach out to hold him again, to which he pushed your hand away, making his way into your house on his own. He sat down on your couch, as you made your way to your room, placing the bag down on your bed before heading into the washroom to get the first aid kit. 

Haechan sat motionless, looking around the studio apartment, seeing a bunch of pictures hung on the wall, pictures varying from your childhood days, to your highschool years and then to present, a smile unintentionally made its way onto his face. 

Pathetic 

Haechan growled at himself for how fast he'd gotten a soft spot for you. Yes he hated you the first few days, yes he envied you for living a normal life, but the genuine worry that would take over your expression each time you see him, made him feel human feelings that he hadn't felt in years. 

It made him feel warm, made him feel the want to reach out to you again and again, but he knew that's wrong. 

So immersed in his thoughts, Haechan didn't notice your presence until he heard an object hit the glass table in front of him. 

"Take your shirt off" you said, placing the bowl of warm water down, alongside the first aid kit. 

Haechan obliged, too drained to put up a protest, there covered multiple tattoos, most plain drawings with no meaning, but some so beautiful that you couldn't take your eyes off them. 

"You wanna fuck me you just ask nicely Y/n, staring is rude" Haechan spoke, as you shift your gaze from his abdomen to his eyes, a smirk playing on his face. 

"S-shut up" you say, turning back to take the towel, dipping it in warm water, bringing it up to his face, wiping it clean, as you slowly drag it down his chest, scrubbing clean of any dirt and blood. 

Reaching his wound you softly wipe over it, careful not to increase the cut or the blood flow. 

Haechan let you do what you did the best, knowing that you're dying to ask him a to z of everything that's happened from when you met him, till date. 

"Haechan..?" 

"I know what you're about to ask, don't." he said. 

You didn't notice the position your in, leaving closer to wipe the last bit of blood off of him

"I think I have the right to know a little at least Haechan, this is plain unfair" you let out, sitting down as you felt your knees go numb. Haechan lets out a groan the moment you found a comfortable position to stay in, confusing you.

You look down, to see why he had let out the sign of discomfort, noticing now that your knees were directly at his groin, and you had made yourself comfortable on his thigh. Eyes widened, you immediately jolt up, only to feel yourself being pulled back down. "Stay." 

You nod, slightly flushed as you felt Haechan draw circles with his fingers on your hips that he had used to keep you in place. 

Haechan contemplates for a while, thinking whether to tell it to you or not. 

"Y/n" he called out, you hum in response too concentrated in cleaning the wound on his shoulder to look up. You were right, it was unfair considering you save him from death's door step each time you could. 

"my world is something that everyone asks you to stay away from. You especially, I regret coming into that store of yours the other day. It's dangerous, and definitely not a place for you." Haechan sat up straight, causing you to shift on top of him.

He picked you up by the waist, placing you on top of his lap once again, this time on both legs rather straddling one. 

It's come this far, he gets to let his guards down just this once, right? 

"I'm dangerous, Y/n. Not just my world. My world is all about selling drugs, gambling, stealing, murder you name it" 

"Isn't that, like illegal?" you open your mouth finally, looking up from your hands, to his eyes. The innocence they held melted Haechan's heart, smiling at your question. 

"Probably, who cares?" his casual reply had you worried about him. 

The longer you stare at him with pure concern, a little nervousness and maybe, maybe just a bit of want, fueled up Haechan's desire. 

Fuck it. 

He reached out, pulling you down using your neck, pressing his lips firm against yours, the sudden contact made you flinch, but soon enough had you melting right into his touch. 

He took your hands, that held the towel with his blood, removing the clothing from your hands and wrapped it around his neck. 

The kiss was nowhere near soft, it was purely out of lust, frustration, and maybe a little love even. 

Haechan pushed your hips further near his crotch, holding you there tightly, dragging his tongue across your lower lip, retreating it to bite down on the flesh, causing you to let out a soft moan. 

You feel him smirk against your lips, his hands leaving your hips, going further down to your ass, giving it a light squeeze. "H-haechan.. Fuck" left your mouth as he attached his lips onto you neck, placing wet kisses in a rushed pace, almost as though he'd been wanting to do this all along. 

"You have no idea, princess. But-" he nibbled on the skin of your neck, letting out a soft groan as your hips buck, hitting his clothed member. 

"You drive me crazy"

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Chapter 234 Theory "Pillar"

I'm about 75 % sure that "the pillar" is somehow connected to Nea. Since both, Mana and Nea had been split up into two people, there is a chance of them having different parts from the original Earl, Adam.

So, Nea got the power of the Pillar and Mana got the "costume" with the ability to create Akuma. Since we haven't seen Nea create an Akuma yet or even show his powers as of now, it wouldn't be far-fetched to think so.

Proof/Explination:

Nea, the Noah of destruction. The one to destroy everything. Makes sense for him to have the ability to become "The Pillar", the thing that destroyed the freaking world or even have a watered down version of its power (since it would make sense for the Earl to have "both" parts to become the Pillar. We also don't know how Innocence comes into play here, but if it's needed as a trigger or something...well, Nea did attempt to use Innocence without batting an eye, so...).

Then, we have the obvious distaste of the Noah for both "The pillar" and Nea.

Sure, it might be because Nea killed them 35 years ago, that'd be understandable and the Noah are clearly still angry about that, but...

Nea might have had a reason to kill "his family" beyond them wanting to protect Mana when Nea wanted to become the Earl instead.

The reason?

Due to having a connection to the pillar, he could have gotten those memories too. If the Noah remember the end of the world, who is to say that the Earl part who is to become the pillar again, doesn't?

Nea knows of the Noah using him and his brother, like puppets, for their own purpose and isn't happy about knowing the people who insist upon being "their family" just playing pretend.

Which is why he's not only pissed off by them calling him the 14th, the nickname the previous Noah gave him to brand him as a Traitor, an outside, no longer the possible Earl, when they are the ones who betrayed him first. No, he's also angry at the notion of them calling themselves his family, going as far as to correct them (and Link) that he's the one who has the right to decide whom he thinks of as family.

Passive-aggressive smile going full force, we can all clearly see how angry he is while saying he doesn't care.

Also, it'd make sense for Mana to kill him to become whole again. With his plan to destroy humanity he'd need the pillar for that, which is why he needed to absorb Nea.

It'd explain why Mana not only has massive chunks of memory loss as the Earl but also clings more to the Noah than Nea does. Or why Nea killed the previous generation instead of Mana.

(But who knows...with Hoshino-sensei keen on suprising us I wouldn't be shocked if it's something else--)