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xiakato · 5 months

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WINTER- Interview With The Collector(M)(TW)

“Thank you for making the time for me Miss Kim,” You say as you set down your recorder one last time. Her red hair perfectly contrasted her ghost like skin, her eyes uninterested in this whole ordeal.

“Let’s hurry this along, my pets are quite restless,” Her eyes dropped to the blood swirling in her glass.

“Of course, Kim Minjeong. One of the Twelve elders,” You smile slightly as your pen is ready to take notes of her mannerisms, notes of anything.

“Sadly,” She takes a sip, her eyes fluttering up looking at you, “You’re like me, an Elder.”

“I’m merely a newly turned vampire, nothing more Madam.”

“You must be like the Second Elder,rare occurrence that is.”

“When did you get turned?” You ask her to try to set the interview back onto track, off the topic of you.

“It’s been so long, I remember that snowy night. My blood soaking into the snow around me. I was left for dead. The raid of my little village was traumatic to say the least. The screams of the children, the blood splatter still as vivid as it was in my mind all those years ago.”

“Who turned you?”

“The one that started everything, The First Elder. A fearful man, one not of this world.”

“Where did you go afterwards?”

“I followed him around for a little bit before I found my own way, well more like I was forced to find my own way. Which led me to the other girls, quite a collection of beautiful women.”

“What do they call you, the collector Madam?”

“Follow me,” She stands up, her heels adding little to her height, she’s small. Adorable in your eyes yet deadly. You follow her closely behind, your eyes are shown a sight you weren’t expecting. The cages, the blood splatter, “One of the unfortunate duties of an Elder, I was placed in charge of the criminals, breaking them into my pets.”

You look around the cells, each one of the “inmates” have a collar around their neck, their eyes fixated on her as she seemingly glides across the room. They have a scowl looking at you, after she leaves their sight, “They are… unsightly.”

“Very, but they’re cute sometimes. Other times, they’re nuisances.”

“So why not treat them like actual inmates?” You inquire as you follow closely behind her back to her room

“When I first got this assignment from the First Elder, I did treat them as such, regular beatings and torture. But after half a decade, it grew stale. So I changed my methods… is that a problem?” She looks at you, her eyes staring into your very soul. You could only shake your head as a slight smile etched itself across her face, “You’re going to have to meet the First elder eventually. He dislikes people with the powers of an Elder to be unaccounted for.”

“How do I meet him?” You ask as the two of you make it back to her room, as she wraps her hand around your tie, pushing you back into the chair. Straddling you, her dress bunches up around her thighs, your eyes lingering little longer than they should’ve as she makes you look at her.

“He will meet you,” her lips graze across your neck, shivers run down your spine as her fangs do the same. She takes off your tie and tears your shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. Her fangs sink into your neck, your hands squeeze her thigh, and her ass. The pleasure seems to increase ten fold. She finally pulls back, the crimson red staining her lips and dripping down her chin. The beauty of the sight before you, a living painting straddling you. You kiss her, getting a taste of your own blood. Her arms wrap around your neck, as your hands find the zipper of her dress. She pulls away standing up, letting her dress fall to the floor. Red lingerie that matches her hair, perfectly matching with her milk white skin. She smirks as she watches your eyes travel across her body, turning around, slowly walking to the bed and leaning to it. Her eyes invite you over, you walk over in a trance, “Good boy,” She whispers into your ear as you kiss neck falling back onto the bed, her nails glide across your back as she fully takes off your blood stained shirt. Your fangs find themselves deep into her neck, her blood metallic yet the sweetest thing you have ever tasted, her moans in your ear drives you crazy. Pulling away from her neck, stained in the crimson liquid. You can’t help but smirk. Pulling off her panties, soaking wet, She spreads her legs for you to get a good look. Your tongue licks circles around her clit. Her hand gripping on your hair as the other grips the sheets as you eat her out, your eyes never leaving her face. Her back arches as you eat her more diligently, letting her taste flood your senses, “Fuck! I-I’m going to cum!” She screams as she cums, drenching the sheets beneath her.

Backing up, pulling off your trousers. Letting your cock out of its confines, she slides down onto her knees between the bed and you. Peppering kisses up and down your shaft, her tongue licking you from base to tip. She finally takes you into her mouth, only managing to get half way down your shaft before she gags, her soft cold hands stroke as she swirls her tongue around your tip. She smiles as she can feel your hardness in her hand, pulling you out of her mouth, spit bridges the gap from her mouth to your cock. You can’t hold back and shove yourself back into her mouth. Your hand wrapped up in her hair as thrust in and out of her mouth. Tears falling from her eyes, you pull out watching the spit fall from her mouth, the tears staining her cheeks. You pull her up off the floor, pushing her back onto the bed. Spreading her legs quickly, she’s wetter than before. You stretch her out with your tip first before sliding in the rest, She’s the tightest you’ve ever had. Her moans start to fill the room, as you bury yourself in her, “Fuck,” You can’t help it as you start to thrust slow and hard, her nails already digging into your back. Pushing her legs back as you pick up your pace, getting into the mating press. You fuck her faster and deeper, making sure she can feel all of you.

“FUCK! You’re so fucking big!” She screams out as her nails draw blood from your back, Her legs shaking as you sink your fangs back into her neck as you give her your all. Her sweet blood and her. Her,her,her,her,her,and just her in general overwhelms your mind, body, and soul. Pulling away from her neck and pushing fully into her, looking down at the stomach bulge. She smiles running her hand over it, “Fuck me, make me yours Y/n,” She doesn’t have to tell her twice as you start pumping into her, your climax is coming and quick as she tightens around you as she reaches hers adding to the soaked sheets. You thrust faster and harder into her pussy as you reach yours, filling her with your load. You catch your breath still buried in her, “You better keep fucking me.”

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milgram-tournament · 3 months

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MILGRAM Best Song Tournament, Round 2, Match 2 BRING IT ON vs. THIS IS HOW TO BE IN LOVE WITH YOU

Propaganda for both options under the cut!

Propaganda for BRING IT ON:

"Reasons why Bring it On should win:

- Just by starting the song, the instrumentals are BANGER. Like his more rock style is very cool, even better than After Pain’s more mellow style - Arthur’s voice (Futa’s va) had bills due because have you HEARD his singing?? His raspier voice fits Futa so well - It feels so explosive and like a call to action in a sense, which very much matches Futa’s mentality during trial 1. He also wasn’t playing victim like a CERTAIN girl… (jk, love you mu!) - SAA HAJIMEYOU USOTSUKI KARIDA - UNDEAD HEROOOI YES SLAY KING HIS HIGH NOTE HERE IS HEAVENLY - His scream at the end. Oh my god. HE LITERALLY ATE THIS NOTE. AFTER PAIN COULD NEVER. BRING IT ON FTW 🔥🔥🔥" - His range goes WAAAAAY higher than Mu. She would end up like PHG if she even tried hitting any of his high notes in the last chorus /j

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- The vocals are amazing, those growls are so well done - You’re able to get Fuuta’s crime and motive pretty succinctly, only based on the visuals - But it still leaves a lot up to interpretation, like how he only attacked once in the final fight scene. It lead to some cool theories. - On that note, the game aspects are so cool!! Especially when paired with him going after people online, just good synergy with awesome style! - Fuuta’s scared face after he realizes what he did. The great contrast of other foes simply being knocked out then being met with blood splatter. - The tempo of the song changing with his mood is a really good touch as well. Make the song more chaotic which highlights his character traits well

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"propaganda for bring it on: the music FUCKS it genuinely slaps so hard listening to it. song style is incredible its perfect for fuutas personality and gamer vibes. also the way the mv frames everything as a game? the only time real blood and real gore happens being when killcheroy dies? the little details of all the usernames, the different monster designs, the generally distorted feel of everything being too lighthearted?

okay i could go on about the mv for hours but lets not. aside from that: the FEEL of the song!!! the vocals!!!! it really feels like fuuta putting his whole heart into it, into this point of view that both blows problems out of proportion and minimises them, and DEEPLY fucking up. my darling little hypocrite gamer boy twitter user. he makes his witch hunt genuinely sound like something that could sweep people up into it. also the instruments goddddd. the guitar and synth the bass and the drums the DRUMS. im relistening to it to write this propaganda and it keeps making me headbang when i should be writing. if you arent headbanging to bring it on you are LYING.

the way the lyrics are written is wonderful too!!!! they feel so brash and brave and powerful and like. cocky about it. and it fits PERFECTLY. its gets someone swept up into it and it FUCKS. vote bring it on im serious. lets go!! a victory march!! dan da dan!!"

Propaganda for TIHTBILWY:

okay so like the thing im most in love with: the VOCALS!!!! this song has an absolutely AMAZING singer and AMAZING vocals!!!! the way the conversational talk-singing lines still feel so musical!!!! the cute cute cuteeeee mahiru voice!!!! it brings you so much energy!!!! its a song sung with so much love!!!! mahirus va brings such an amazing feel to the song with such amazing talk-singing!!!! its very skillfully done and it happens in i love you too!! mahiru songs r the QUEENS of musical talk singing

the silly phone call bit. kurururu~!

the little vocal flourish and the way her voice raises up like an excited exclamation in the final prechorus!! daijoubu nante kirai DA!

its such a fast song but everything flows so well!!!! it makes it feel so bright and cheery and peppy!!

the instrumental is so underrated just LISTEN to that catchy bass line thats so pretty in the verses!!!! no for real even if u dont vote this is how to be in love with you go listen to the bass line in the verses it works to move both the song and the listener forward at mahirus sweeping breakneck pace. and the cute keyboard sounding and synth instruments!!!! its SUCH a danceable song!!!! i cant listen to it without bopping along in my seat

the way the ominous bits are subtly hidden? it all sounds so cute but there are just these Things that she sings that are really kind of concerning and unhealthy when she sings them!! and the veiled desperation to be in her relationship- listening to that and the cheery tone and breakneck, quick song pace, it really does represent mahiru SO well. she throws in all these little bits that just go noooo teehee the relationships just fine!! when it REALLY isnt

i would listen to mahiru talk for hours

the MV!!!!!! HER FASHION SENSE THE MAGAZINE STYLE!!!! the magazine style especially works so well with her character!!!! its so cute and stunning and just looking at it you have a blast. also her birdcage!!!! her birdcage and the bright orange and the pink bars!!!! the way everything desaturates and becomes more sickly looking when she wakes up at the end!!!! its such a happy carefully curated and designed dream and then it drains away!!!! also god all her outfits are stunning. mahiru call me

the way she sings "overheat de~!" cutest thing in the WORLD.

the little faces she makes!!!! godddd shes so expressive

actually the whole songs so expressive!!!! shes putting her all into it!!!! her words have so much expression in them!!!! once more praising mahirus va the way her voice can soften and become bright or subtly desperate so quickly is MASTERFUL control of expression when singing and its so underrated. join me in being insane over miho okasaki delivers her lines. shes such a perfect mahiru.

funniest es cover. hands down. funniest es cover.

this is how to be in love with you is FREE serotonin!!!! free energy right there!!!! this is how to be in love with you sweep!!!!!

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-The song is so cheerful!! I always feel like dancing and singing when this one comes up in my playlists!! Absolute banger, mood definer, kicking sadness in the shin with those high-heels and then hitting its face with a cute purse -THE HIGH-HEELS STEPPING TO THE BEAT OF THE MUSIC IN THAT ONE SCENE (0:50). SIMPLY ICONIC. NO ONE DID IT LIKE HER. -👠💅👝👗 -She is slaying. Look at her outfits. She put so much effort there. She gave it her all. Absolutely serving. -SUKITTE KIMOCHI WAKATTA TSUMORI? NARA KONO MAMA FUTARI O-VA-HI-TO- DE -The storyline of the mv MAKES SENSE and you can form a COHESIVE TIMELINE OF EVENTS (unlike other unspecified contestants' mvs you know 🙄) -look at herr 🥺 she beby 🥺 all she did was love too much 🥺 we all love mappi don't we 🥺 she deserved more let her win this pleease 🥺 -No medical malpractice happened in the making of this mv 👍

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I care so much about This is How To Be In Love With You- it's visuals are brilliant in the ways it conveys its themes and narrative. I'm never normal Ever about the "Love as marketing" symbolism that is brought in by the use of magazines. It's a lovely upbeat song but the Horrors are Always Lurking under it, the breakup Ritual line is my Favorite Line cause its so horrifying but its said so casually and its so good oh its so good-

#milgram #milgramtournament #fuuta kajiyama #kajiyama fuuta #mahiru shiina #shiina mahiru

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rainba · 10 days

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I love the idea of a reader that likes to play slasher movie with Luka. A reader that goes to a bar and picks up a guy and lures them to the woods to start off the slasher movie cliché. it ends with the guy slaughtered and Luka chasing the reader and claiming them, the reader is slung over Luka’s shoulder for a night of fun. Such a cute date idea 💜

Omg…. This is SUCH an amazing idea for an AU of sorts. I think your ask is mostly referring to them basically roleplaying, but I like the idea of it also being real. ^_^ For regular Luka, that would totally be a perfect date idea, though... (˘︶˘).｡.:*♡

If you don’t mind, I shall elaborate on it.~ 🤍 ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

((For this version of Luka, I imagine he wears a muzzle.))

TWs: graphic violence, blood, NSFW

GN reader!!

🤍 Luka and his darling: a serial killer duo that the world will never forget. You: the lure. Him: the hunter.

The two of you prey upon a small town, living right around the outskirts within the forest. The entire place is surrounded by miles upon miles of trees: the perfect gravesite for your all’s countless victims.

You both work together so perfectly; your crimes are nearly flawless. There’s a rumor that goes around claiming anyone who talks to you will eventually go missing, but nobody is able to say for sure... In all honesty, this doesn’t scare anyone away– in fact, it draws people closer to you. They’re so curious to see if the rumor is true.

Luka has you both wearing matching outfits: black leather jackets with angel wings messily painted on the back.

The entire situation is so, so exhilarating. It never gets boring.

You lure your victim away from the bar and out into the woods with the promise of money or sex. It works every time. Nobody can resist you.

The two of you go deeper and deeper into the forest under the guise of playing a fun little game of tag or hide and seek. You smile and laugh as you spur the other person on, encouraging them to come catch you.

But far in the distance, Luka is watching closely, biding his time.

Sometimes Luka switches things up. On some days, he’ll use a knife. On others, he’ll use a scythe. But his main weapon of choice is oddly a chainsaw.

He loves the way his victims freeze up in horror when they hear the saw go off. Luka is silent and precise, but the chainsaw is loud and reckless. Putting them together is the perfect storm.

There’s never been a time where Luka hasn’t captured his prey. Luka is always so much faster– and he knows the forest like the back of his hand. In many ways, it’s his territory, his morbid little playground.

Luka never likes to end the chase quickly– he prefers to draw it out. He always gives his victims a head start. It makes things so much more interesting.

When he’s ready to hunt, Luka makes his presence known, then counts down from ten.

He sneaks around through the trees and hides within the bushes, always keeping his distance. But he never lets his victims stray too far.

Luka likes to analyze his prey’s behavioral patterns before deciding how he wants to catch them.

Every time he captures someone, it’s always an absolute massacre. Blood pools in the green grass below, dyeing it a dark red. Blood splatters all over the nearby rocks and trees, staining them permanently. He tears into his victims to the point where they’re unrecognizable.

And when he’s done, he flips his victims onto their stomachs and carves a pair of angel wings into their backs.

After he’s done carving, he’ll whistle a specific tune, and that’s when you know that it’s your turn to run. And just like how he does it with his victims, he gives you a head start.

But since he loves you, he gives you twenty seconds instead of ten.~

When he’s nearby, he’ll rev up his chainsaw as a warning, giving you a little bit of time to run further away from him. He loves the way you keep on trying, despite knowing that it’s inevitable he’ll catch you.

After he reaches you and tackles you from behind, he’ll toss the chainsaw aside and pin you down to the ground, already hard and ready to ravage you.

He aggressively pulls your pants down to your ankles and spreads your legs apart, lifting your ass high up in the air. He then rips your underwear off and tosses aside the scraps– he does this every time without fail. And without saying anything more, he buries his cock deep inside of you and bottoms out.

The blood of your all’s victim mixes with sweat as he fucks you ruthlessly, smirking deviously as he whispers praises in your ear.

The muzzle over his mouth drives him insane– all he wants to do is leave marks on your skin and kiss you on the lips. He’d do anything to stick his tongue in your mouth and dig his fangs into you.

In many ways, the sex is a way to celebrate a job well done. Another person on a long list of victims… The two of you are bound together by the sick and twisted nature of your crimes.

If one of you falls, the other falls too. Every victory is shared. Life was so, so boring before the two of you met each other… And now, Luka can’t stand the idea of a life without you.

His little tease, the perfect bait for his hunts, his partner in crime. He cums deep inside of you as he darkly moans your name, holding you in place the entire time. He loves the way you convulse around his length as you both come down from your highs.

Since you did such a good job, he’ll make sure you get to cum two or three times, just because he loves you so much.

And when everything is done, Luka will lovingly lift you up from off the ground and sling you over his shoulder, giving your ass a little smack too. He smirks if it makes you squeal.

Then the two of you go further into the woods, back to the little cabin that the two of you share. 🤍

#ask #luka posting #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere male #yandere oc #yandere #male yandere #yancore #slasher

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tcfactory · 5 months

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Party Planning and Other Deadly Hazards I

5k words of Shang Qinghua bonding with Linguang-jun over being overworked and underappreciated

For the sake of this story, Mobei is roughly 15, Shang Qinghua and Linguang-jun are both 18. Shoutout to @mysteryteacup, whose analysis posts convinced me of the potential in "Linguang-jun is Very Young, Actually". Our Mobei-jun's birth name is Mobei Xuebao (Snow leopard), Shang Qinghua is Shang Cangshu (Hamster), Linguang-jun is Mobei Taifeng (Typhoon)

Also on AO3.

It all started with a small change. You see, Shang Qinghua's shizun made a reckless promise that whoever could push a medicine deal through with the Black Mire Sect - a minor sect skirting the edge of demonic practices by specializing in gu poisons - would take over as his new head disciple. The sect was situated right on the borderlands between the human realm and the northern demon kingdom and they were very reluctant to trade away any of their precious poisons, because they faced constant harassment from a lesser tribe of Snowtusk Boar demons just on the other side of the border. Clearly whoever could get them to agree to a deal would have to be a naturally gifted negotiator!

Usually Airplane ignores these kinds of risky assignments, but the temptation of skipping three years of backstabbing, social climbing and manual labor was too tempting. Besides, he knew how to solve this one. It was one of the wife plots in PIDW so Luo Binghe could marry the sect leader's beautiful daughter.

Step 1: Get rid of the boars. He could, of course, not do this on his own. No way. However, through the power of authorial knowledge, he could tip Mobei-jun off that the tribe stole one of the ancient artifacts of the Mobei clan after a chaotic battle and hid it away in their stronghold. His prince was a little skeptical, but Qinghua had not led him astray yet in the few months since he became his spy. The next time they met, Mobei-jun was generously splattered with pig demon blood and he was proudly holding a crystal necklace that could control all the ice sheets of the northern sea at once, apparently.

So that was that for the boars.

Step 2: Wait a little for the other local demon tribes to fight out who gets to settle in the newly vacated prime location. Shang Qinghua made a passing comment about how the Silkwing tribe could supply a 'generous benefactor' with the highest quality fabrics in the entire northern kingdom and would you look at that, this conflict got resolved much quicker than in PIDW.

Step 3: Introduce the sect leader and their new, much more agreeable, demon neighbors to each other. The Silkwing tribe happened to be a tribe of crane demons who, just like the Black Mire Sect, specialized in insect keeping. Their most prized specimens were the various demonic moths and spiders they cultivated for their silk, but they kept a wide variety of other critters as well. It was a match made in heaven! (Or rather in one of Master Airplane's caffeine fueled all-nighters, just so Binghe could meet a cute bisexual crane girl at the negotiations and turn the whole adventure into a two-brides-special wedding.)

Step 4: Profit! Trade agreement in hand Qinghua showed up at his shizun's house and received his much deserved promotion. The whole plan went off without a hitch, job well done, success and happiness all around! The next morning he moved into the head disciple's apartment and breathed a sigh of relief that he no longer had to live in fear of someone discovering his association with Mobei by barging into his bedroom without knocking.

If only that was the end of it.

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Shang Qinghua has barely settled into his new duties as head disciple when one morning Mobei-jun grabs him straight out of bed, before he could comprehend what's happening or put on some actual clothes, and drops him off somewhere in the Northern Palace.

"Baobao, what in the fresh hell did you bring me?!"

The outrage cry comes from a stressed looking demon youth who stares at Qinghua like someone handed him a dead rat instead of a report. He's obviously a Mobei relative, his black hair glossy with a blue-ish sheen and his demon mark a bright teal, but his hair is done up with feathers and beads in the style of the wind demon tribes.

"Qinghua. He's good at organizing." As if on second thought, Mobei-jun snarls at the other demon boy, showing all his teeth. "He's mine. If you hurt him, I'll kill you."

After that he wordlessly stomps away, leaving the equally confused human and demon behind.

Shang Qinghua wants nothing more than to ask a million questions right now - where is he? why did Mobei take him here?? who's the other guy??? - but now that he's more awake than asleep he's suddenly realizing that the room is extremely cold and he's only dressed in his sleeping robes. Are his toes turning blue?! His toes are probably turning blue.

"Here." A delicately carved box is shoved in his face, open and full of uniform black pills. "Aurora Pepper pills. I asked to borrow the domestic staff from Xiao Bao’s castle, but if you are the only help I get, I want you not to freeze to death."

"My lord, are they safe for humans?" They should be. It's one of the plot devices he made up so the Wives could visit the North and still wear their ridiculously skimpy outfits without dying, but who knows what an ice demon would have mixed into them. Shang Qinghua carefully picks just one and pops it in his mouth anyway.

"No idea, they were for my mother. You are a cultivator, are you not? You can survive a little poison."

If this demon is as young as he looks - as young as his outfit leads Qinghua to believe, which is somewhere between fourteen and twenty - then his core is not yet settled. Even if the ice demon parentage runs stronger in him - which is obvious, he's wearing the equivalent of summer robes for northern demonkin - he would have bouts when his core slants towards wind and he would find the cold of the north unbearable for a few days. So this is likely his own stash of pills he offered one from, which is awfully nice when one of your kin just dumps their human on you.

"This lowly one thanks the young master for his generosity!"

"Hmph. At least you have manners, unlike your master." The youth retreats behind a desk piled so high with scrolls and bamboo slats he’s barely visible behind them. "Qinghua, was it? This lord is Linguang-jun."

"Answering, this one is Shang Qinghua, head disciple of An Ding peak." He thanks his survival instinct that he manages to fold into a bow before his surprise shows on his face. Based on the nephew abandonment incident he always pictured Mobei's uncle as someone much older.

"An Ding? Good. Maybe you will be of use, after all." Linguang-jun gestures for Shang Qinghua to join him at the desk. "On account of his sudden spirited showing in regards to the Silkwings and the recovered artifact, my royal brother has finally taken interest in his third-born son. To welcome him to court he ordered a feast to be held, the success of which will determine Mobei San's standing in court and reflect on this lord’s qualifications as an organizer."

"Forgive this lowly one for the question, but why is the Mobei-jun's own brother in charge of such affairs? It should be the duty of the royal seneschal." Or perhaps the queen consort. Since he never had to write a wife plot with any member of the main Mobei clan he might have handwaved a lot of the court related worldbuilding. Still, he's certain there were at least three or four people who had to be unavailable before such a task would land on the desk of the king's brother.

"This lord is the seneschal," Linguang-jun says in a dejected voice. A pained frown slips past his not-yet-perfected mask of stoicism and Shang Qinghua realizes that 1. Linguang-jun is very, very young to be filling this position and 2. he’s probably one stroke of misfortune away from an anxious meltdown. This Qinghua can relate, kid. "My royal brother's temper has decimated his household and, in his paranoia, he refuses to replace the staff he kills. Ever since this one's mother passed three years ago, he has been tasked to fulfill every duty pertaining to household management, including those of the late queen consort."

After looking over a crumpled scroll detailing all of Linguang-jun's current duties, Shang Qinghua has a sudden understanding why the demon resents his brother so much. It’s not just the duties of the royal seneschal, he is doing the work of at least five different people, all of them near full-time jobs in their own right!

"Sorry kid, you are clearly too young for this shit." He didn't mean to say it out loud, but luckily for him the demon doesn't react to the irreverent tone beyond an agitated twitch of his eyebrows. "All right, let’s see what we have to work with."

It proves to be very little. Shang Qinghua looks over the list of the available staff (too short), the amount of food and other supplies Linguang-jun managed to drum up since his brother saddled him with this task last evening (not nearly enough to feed the obnoxiously long guest list) and the time available to them…

“He wants you to put together this party in three days?!” For someone who had only been a vague shadow with malicious intent in the back of Shang Qinghua’s mind whenever he thought about the dangerous demons he might run into while serving his prince, Linguang-jun is rapidly gaining a lot of his sympathy. “Can you even get all these guests here in three days? Jiuzhong-jun lives two months away even if he takes the fastest horses!”

For a royal prince’s introduction to court it was important to get as many of the bigshots present as possible, so they could all take a good look at him and decide if they wanted to try to sic their own spawns on him for a courting chase or not. Jiuzhong-jun doesn’t have any children yet, but he has plenty of nieces he could try to marry out into other clans. He would never miss the chance to come and gawk at the introduction of a Mobei prince.

“Mhm. Xiao Bao has that part covered. While we make this feast happen somehow, he’s going to spend the next two days transporting in all the guests with his portals.” Linguang-jun digs into one of his many piles of scrolls and shoves one detailing the scheduled arrivals into Shang Qinghua’s face. “At least the issue of housing them until the party solves itself on its own. Granny Oxbones is the reigning queen of the guest wing and she wouldn’t accept my input on where to put all these guests even if I bothered to offer any.”

Airplane carefully files it away in the back of his mind that when Linguang-jun gets stressed enough he still refers to his nephew with familiar nicknames as something to consider later, and tries to focus on the task at hand. So the current Mobei-jun hasn’t eradicated all of the old servants - the kitchen and housekeeping staff escaped his paranoia, as well as most of the guards and the hunters - only the ones in the highest positions. That should solve at least part of their problems.

“Okay, so we only have to handle decorating the feasting hall, source a fitting outfit for my prince and get the food ready.”

“What about the serving staff? I don’t have enough people to cater a party this big.”

“That’s easy, have the guardsmen fill in. Let them do something more than standing around and gawking. If there are complaints about the task being below them, tell them that they can take from the leftovers, most of the guests will be too busy brawling or scheming to eat anyway.” Demons love to eat, same as everybody, and even a bite or two of the delicacies served at their lords’ table should be ample temptation to get the guardsmen on board. “But this does mean that we need to make sure that the food is great. Does Linguang-jun have the menu from either of the elder princes’ introduction feasts? No reason to break our brains coming up with something new, nobody will care as long as the food is good enough.” It’s still an awful amount of work for three days, but it’s not undoable if he can tap into the Mobei clan’s supply network and doesn’t have to account for whatever happens to the guests before and after the feast.

“I think I have the menu for Mobei Er’s feast somewhere.” Linguang-jun abandons the desk to rifle through one of the filing cabinets dominating the walls of his study. “We will need to substitute some of the dishes, because that feast was in winter.”

“Still better than having to write the whole menu from scratch.”

“En.”

“Does Linguang-jun have any suggestion where to get my prince a suitable outfit?” For the lack of anything better to do, Shang Qinghua starts organizing the scrolls left on the desk. Linguang-jun’s handwriting is very similar to Mobei San’s, but nothing at all like the blocky characters of the current Mobei-jun. They probably learned from the same ice fairy tutor, which further confirms how absurdly close they are in age.

“I have something arranged with the Silkwings,” Linguang-jun calls back over his shoulder, halfway disappearing into the cabinet as he digs among the stored scrolls. “But - Hah! Found it! - Qinghua has to be the one to convince Mobei San to go. He won’t go anywhere if this uncle tells him to.”

“Ah.”

“Don’t just gape at me,” Linguang-jun says, smacking him reasonably lightly over the shoulder with the scroll until he gets the hint and takes it. “Take this down to the kitchen, then tell your master that if he doesn’t want to go to his own feast wearing my old robes, then he should go visit the Silkwings, the sooner the better.”

Shang Qinghua pales at the idea of wandering the main Northern Fortress alone. “I- this servant worries that the kitchen staff will not heed his words…”

Linguang-jun seems to consider this for a moment, but he finally comes to the conclusion that his life is easier if his nephew’s pet cultivator doesn’t come to harm. He digs around in his desk until he produces a bone hairstick with a bead and a feather dangling from it. “If you wear this, the staff will know that you are working for this lord. Ask a maid for directions and be quick about it!”

True to Linguang-jun’s words, the staff is nothing if not cooperative once they realize that Shang Qinghua is working directly with him to stop the upcoming party from crashing and burning. The demon aunties and uncles running the kitchen fill him in, between tallying all the ingredients they are going to need for the feast and plying him with sweet treats, that the staff has been in a panic ever since the first orders about the feast came in. There is the grim threat of death hanging over their heads if the end result isn’t impressive enough and Mobei-jun feels humiliated by their showing. Apparently this is going to be the first bigger event Linguang-jun is organizing on his own, without the help of his late mother, and his staff is worried about sabotage.

“Does Linguang-jun have many enemies in court?” Shang Qinghua asks, lifting a tiny demon granny up so she can take stock of one of the too tall ingredient shelves.

“He has one and it’s more than enough! Mobei-jun never got over it that his late queen mother birthed one more son after the acceptable period for fratricide was over.” Airplane was proud of that world building detail. Obviously no demon lord wants to have any relative who might challenge his claim, but eradicating the entire extended family is a very fast way for a clan to die out. So, following a leader’s grab of power, there’s a socially acceptable five years when they can murder any relative they can catch, but once that’s over they are expected to limit themselves to those who challenge their position. “I tell you, daozhang, it’s not a coincidence the feast is happening when the hunters are away and we are low on supplies! And what is the king doing instead of procuring a beast for the fighting showcase of his son? Drinking and lazing around in his quarters, that’s what! Poor Xiao Bao, such a sweet snowflake, this old granny worries that his entry to court will be ruined!”

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Shang Qinghua is still turning that around in his head when he goes to find Mobei Xuebao later - It took almost no effort to get the grannies to reveal his prince’s birth name. Such a cute name for such a fierce demon! Airplane jokingly wrote it on the margin of his drafts, but he never expected the System to take it and run with it - carrying a big mug of fortifying ice slushie.

His prince looks beyond exhausted after opening portals all over the demon realm since morning and he accepts the refreshing drink without so much as a growl. He does, however, hiss angrily at Qinghua when he recognizes the hairstick stuck into his bun. “How dare he claim you?! You are mine !”

“Ah, my prince, please be calm! It’s only a token so the staff won’t eat me. I am to return it once we are done here.” Qinghua is actually not sure about that, but better not aggravate his prince when he’s in a possessive mood.

“You’d better.” He stops trying to rip it out of Qinghua’s hair, but he still stares at it angrily while Shang Qinghua rattles off the details of the arrangement made with the Silkwings. Mobei shows no enthusiasm for getting new court robes tailored, but at Qinghua’s insistent nagging he makes an affirmative sound that yes, he is going to go, now stop asking .Airplane is not perfectly sure what the kitchen aunties put in the slushie, but Mobei’s mood almost thaws by the time he eats the last of the sweet berries they added to it. A wonderful good mood that lasts for all of five minutes before Linguang-jun turns the corner and yells at both of them.

“What are you still doing here?! Don’t you have things to do other than standing around?” Linguang-jun is flushed a pale pink from exertion and possibly frustration. He’s dressed for a hunt, carrying a Japanese style longbow almost as tall as him and a quiver of elegant, black-feathered arrows. It’s fascinating to see how Airplane’s throwaway details got implemented into the world - he made a passing note that Mobei’s grandmother was an eastern wind demon, then he made one of Binghe’s wives a wind demoness based on a Japanese princess and bird motifs and poof! The world combined these two details into multicultural Linguang-jun. He has to bite his tongue before he could ask Linguang-jun if he had a katana somewhere.

Mobei is clearly not happy to see that his uncle is gearing up to leave.

“Good time for a hunt, uncle,” he sneers. Linguang-jun sneers right back.

“ I am going out to fetch our hunting expeditions back so we have meat to serve at the feast. Someone has to, unless Baobao would prefer to play pretend with snow and ice and berries!” They both flinch, which is interesting. Clearly that’s a reference to a formerly fond memory. When Linguang-jun continues he’s not meeting their eyes and looks just a little sheepish. “Go get your rags, nephew. My reputation rides on the success of this feast. I’m not going to sabotage it.”

It’s hard to tell what Mobei Xuebao is thinking, but his expression seems a lot less murderous than a minute ago. “Take Qinghua with you,” he says, ignoring completely the way his cultivator freezes up. “He has a sword. He can fly high and scout for you.”

What is this? It almost sounds like an olive branch! If only it wasn’t poor Airplane being handed over like a cheap token of reconciliation, it would be great .

Linguang-jun gives Shang Qinghua a hesitant look, but Mobei chose a good way to sell his pet cultivator: Linguang-jun might be part wind demon, but even he can’t fly very high. Give Qinghua one more of those pepper pills so he doesn’t freeze in the icy wasteland and he can track their hunters down in a snap!

Before he can mount an argument about the general fragility of humans and the dangers of the desert, he is grabbed by the arm and the next thing he knows, he’s being swept up by Linguang-jun’s black wind. Nothing can compete with Mobei’s portal powers in terms of speed, but this is not too shabby either, and unlike the shadow portals, being turned into wind doesn’t make him sick. Perhaps because he doesn’t currently have a stomach to feel sick.

While they dash through the desert, Linguang-jun quickly fills Qinghua in: they need to recall three hunting parties, all of them within a day’s travel by horse from the castle. “There are others out hunting, but they are too far to make it back for the feast. And after we are done, I’m going to leave you somewhere out of the way and catch a Diamond-Clawed Tundra Devil.”

“Ah. For the fight showcase?”

“En.”

“Isn’t it the king’s duty to procure whatever his son is to fight?” His question is met by minutes of sullen silence so he startles when Linguang-jun finally deigns to speak again.

“There’s a wolf-bear-hybrid prepared at the palace. Da-ge wanted to give it to one of his concubines as a pet, but the lady has much better taste than to take a mangy mutt like that.” Qingua can’t see Linguang-jun’s expression, but the derision is obvious in his voice. It’s unclear if it’s directed at the concubine or his brother. “It would be acceptable prey for a less skilled prince, but Xiao Bao deserves better.”

“Huh. You really adore your nephew, don’t you? I figured he was wrong about you.” If he lives to tell the tale, Shang Qinghua is going to blame his current immaterial state for the failure of his brain-mouth filter. Never startle the person carrying you at high speeds!

He’s not even surprised when he tumbles painfully onto the snow, Linguang-jun standing above him with a murderous expression, the bow raised as if he’s ready to beat the hapless cultivator with it. “Does he still go around telling everyone about- even his pet cultivator?!”

“No! No, my lord!” He suspects it’s only because Mobei San doesn’t consider Qinghua important enough to fill him in about his backstory, but it’s technically true. “Servants gossip! I heard it from the servants in Mobei San’s castle!”

Linguang-jun lowers the bow, but his face colors with either indignation or embarrassment. He’s more expressive than Mobei, but it’s still not easy to read him. “Good. Do not ever dare to gossip about this lord! Understood, you, you…” He looks at Shang Qinghua sitting in the snow like a plump, bruised peach, face almost disappearing into the soft pelt the kitchen aunties dressed him up in. “You hamster!”

Airplane can’t help himself: he laughs. Then, when the laughter finally feels like subsiding, he notices the baffled face Linguang-jun is making and laughs some more. “Forgive me, my lord. I am not laughing at you. Except. My name does happen to be Shang Cangshu.”

The absurdity of it all finally douses Linguang-jun’s rage and the demon huffs a laugh. “Of course it is. Should I get a bowl of sunflower seeds for you tomorrow, hamster-daozhang?”

“I prefer melon seeds! But worry not, my lord, I can bring my own.” It must be a good sign that Linguang-jun is teasing him. A little bit of harmless farce is always good in anxiety-inducing situations, and the demon appeared to be on the verge of exploding all day. “I do have to wonder, though… I heard that when that incident happened, Mobei San was around four? So you must have been a rather young child yourself.”

Linguang-jun gives a tense, awkward nod and a scene starts to unfold in Airplane’s mind. This is not something he had written, but it is something he could have, if he ever tried to put Mobei-jun in the limelight for a while. Emboldened, he continues: “Traveling at the speed of wind as you do must not leave a lot of room to change course if, say, a tear to the human realm suddenly opens up in front of you. It must have been a terrifying experience, for both of you. Easy to lose track of each other in an unfamiliar world, hostile territory or not.”

Linguang-jun turns his head away, clearly trying to school his expression into a blank mask, but he is too worn down and anxious to manage it. He looks disarmingly young like this; just a teen with too much work on his plate. “He refuses to so much as speak to me unless he has no other choice. What does it matter how it happened? I admitted to trying to kill him.”

Of course he did. For Mobei San to survive an assassination attempt - a smart one too, leaving him in the heart of a cultivator sect that has a longstanding feud with the Mobei clan - was a testament to his talent even at such a young age. If Linguang-jun admitted that it was an accident, it would have only painted him as incompetent, which was the fastest way to political suicide even before he could officially get into court. “Ah, but he lent you this servant, hasn’t he? I think my prince doesn’t hate you as much as he wants to.”

“Hah! That will not save my neck when my nephew becomes Mobei-jun and comes to eradicate the threats from the family.”

“No! He would not kill you, I’m certain of it.” As he wrote it, Mobei-jun at the time of his ascension was secure under Luo Binghe’s wing and didn’t bother to go after any of his relatives - unless they attacked first, that is. “Leave it to this Qinghua, I will smooth this misunderstanding over in no time!”

The look of doubt Linguang-jun gives him almost hurts. “Wait until after the feast before you try. I’m short enough on staff without you getting yourself killed.” The demon makes a sharp gesture with his hand and a burst of wind pushes Shang Qinghua to his feet. “Up you get, hamster-daozhang. We have work to do.”

It all falls in place like a well-oiled machine after that, even the hunt. Turns out that Diamond-Clawed Tundra Devils are really fascinated by flying cultivators for some reason. The beast stands on its hindlegs, reaching fruitlessly for the flying sword, and doesn’t even notice Linguang-jun sneaking up on it until he traps it in a qiankun box. They work well together, Shang Qinghua and Linguang-jun, and the demon stays cordial - almost friendly, even! - to his nephew’s pet cultivator in the following two days.

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“I’m so glad that it went well, my prince!” Qinghua sighs a few days after the feast. He’s trying to subtly rescue some of his paperwork from Mobei, who decided that he wants to have this conversation while sitting on his human’s desk. “I wish I could have been there to see, but my shizun would have noticed if I was missing any longer and, let’s be honest, the chances of someone mistaking me for a side-dish were much too high…”

Mobei hums something vaguely positive, then very indulgently lifts one of his hands so Qinghua can remove the papers from there. “Good work.”

“Thank you, my prince! But I really didn’t do much. Your uncle did most of the work.” By the end of the third day Linguang-jun was openly bemoaning that he wanted to go to bed and sleep for a century. Airplane can only hope he got some rest since.

Mobei Xuebao growls at him in warning, clearly not happy with the direction of the conversation, but Qinghua has dealt with so much shit in the last week that he’s too tired to be properly intimidated by empty threats. “No, really! I know he had a horse in this race, but he really wanted you to have a cool ‘welcome to demon court’ party. He caught the Tundra Devil for your fight and he certainly didn’t have to do that!”

“That was Taifeng-shushu?” There’s no better way to describe Mobei’s expression of surprise than ‘cute’. It’s a good reminder that despite his frosty disposition and already powerful physique, Mobei Xuebao is also still a teenager. (Airplane is not geeking out over learning Linguang-jun’s name, he is not . Mobei Taifeng was on his list of potential names when he brainstormed for Luo Binghe’s right hand man, before he even started writing - a character who eventually got split into Mobei-jun and the OG Shang Qinghua, because Tired™ second-in-commands who try to betray their employers so they could have one good day of rest please were more of a comedic relief trope and that didn’t fit the tone of the story.)

“Yes, my prince. This servant was there when Linguang-jun chose and captured the most impressive beast from the pack.” He was so picky about it too! He made Qinghua fly over the Tundra Devil pack five times before he identified the biggest one and by that time the beast noticed the flying cultivator. That’s how they found out about its fascination with the shiny spiritual sword.

Thinking about Linguang-jun reminds Qinghua of the hairstick he conveniently ‘forgot’ to return. He puts it in a plain box and pushes it to Mobei Xuebao. “My prince, I had no chance to return this to Linguang-jun, so you would do this servant a great favor if you passed it along.” Mobei makes a soft noise as he pockets the box, looking almost smug that Qinghua is, indeed, returning the token. His good mood makes the human a little reckless about how far he’s willing to push this matter. “My prince, I know you have no reason to trust this servant on matters of your family, but I have heard many rumors and hearsay while in the Northern Palace. I think there might be a misunderstanding between you and your uncle, so if you could talk to him openly when you return the hairstick-”

“Qinghua has not led me astray so far,” Mobei interrupts, his eyes narrowed. “This prince will talk to his uncle. But if Qinghua is mistaken…” He lets the sentence hang ominously in the air, but the sentiment is clear: if Shang Qinghua is wrong, then all of his credibility is ash.

“I understand, my prince.”

It's going to be fine. It has to be! Otherwise the System would have interfered, like it always does when he's about to alter the plot.

Right, System?

#svsss #linguang-jun #mobei-jun #shang qinghua #making up world building like master Airplane intended #tc writes #fun fact: I had to fight the autocorrect every step of the way bc it wanted to 'correct' hairstick into hair tick #not remotely the same thing #please don't #I already have a follow-up for this in the works btw #to the tune of #how do you fix a sick ice demon so your other ice demon doesn't freak out and break your neck? without your shixiongs finding out?#the answer is you don't #nothing gets past Mu-shixiong #so you just grin and bear it and sigh to the heavens when it turns into a wife plot #because of course it does #anyway please go check mysteryteacup out their writing and meta are chef kiss #thousand times better than anything I do honestly

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notsoblackandwhite101 · 5 months

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Hey there Puparoonies! With December fast approaching and a new 101 Dalmatian Street trending party set up for Jan 2- Jan 3, I figured I should make some ART! I've made an all new drawing grid just for Drawcember and made it vague so people can reuse it for whatever fandom they want! (A shout out back to me so I can see your art would be great if you do btw!)

HOW ITS GONNA WORK- I have made a grid of aesthetics that will be the theme of the piece. Basically I'll draw a characters in an outfit that matches the aesthetic provided. They will get a hat, a bag and a piece of jewellery and I'll try to make it match their personality if I can! (For example, if Dylan got the Space Aesthetic I'd go more sciency. For Dawkins, more sci-fi show. For Dolly, cool aliens!)

HOW DO WE PICK THE CHARACTERS TO AN AESTHETIC?! - I'll be holding polls to decide now that Tumblr can do that. We have an A team and a B team. So we'll be voting on two Aesthetics at a time. I'll post the Aesthetic and a description so you know what to expect.

WHAT ARE THE AESTHETICS?!

(Photos just grabbed off of google. All pictures here are not mine.)

Descriptions

(Please note that aesthetics can very from person to person on what they mean, and what they include!These are just my takes.)

Pastel- The pastel aesthetic is just as straightforward as its name, focusing on everything that's less saturated and in lighter hues. In particular, the word “pastel” refers to a soft and delicate shade of a color produced by adding more white.

Vaporwave- The Vaporwave aesthetic incorporates early Internet imagery, late 1990s web design, glitch art, and cyberpunk tropes, as well as anime, Greco-Roman statues, and 3D-rendered objects. VHS degradation is another common effect seen in vaporwave art.

Dark - Dark aesthetic covers a wide range of different things. If its dark and edgy , it can fall under this same system. Sometimes there's horror elements, but it can also be cutesy. All you really need is black, greys, and sparse uses of blood red and neon green. Some spikes can't hurt either!

Neon- The Neon aesthetic (Or Glowwave.) Is the use of bright, almost glowing colors on darker scenes. Reflective surfaces, sparkles and bright 'neon' pink can dominate this aesthetic.

Pastel Goth- Pastel Goth is an aesthetic that is a result of mixing goth or grunge with the sweet pastel elements of the kawaii aesthetic. Think if horror was cute, or cute was horrific if that's easier. Lots of black and pastel colours here.

Punk-Punk aesthetics determine the type of art punks enjoy, which typically has underground, iconoclastic, and satirical sensibilities. Punk can be as messy or minimalist as you want. It also tends to be more focused on the handmade, reused and recycled. Newspaper collages, safety pin, metal spikes, oh yeah!

Black and white- Contrast. That is the core of the Black and White aesthetic. Using only grayscale to convey detailed images. Tends to be fancy, simple and clean!

Rainbow- COLOUR, COLOUR, COLOUR! Rainbow is all colour all the time! With clear, fun shapes and fun splatters, rainbow is just... colourful fun.

Space- Spacecore is a type of aesthetic that is centered around astronomy, stars and planets. It can also be called astrocore or cosmic core. Spacecore uses lots of stars and planet type things in clothing or decor. Many spacecore aesthetics will have pictures of the sun, the moon or the stars.

Cottagecore- Cottagecore is an aesthetic that celebrates simple living, particularly in the countryside. It encourages a lifestyle rooted in traditional skills—like baking bread, gardening, and sewing your own clothes. Basically you live in a modern day Jeremiah Puddleduck book.

Pale- Palewave centers around muted and pale colors with a very relaxed and comfy vibe. Think light, easy, breezy and gentle designs. Nothing pops out right off the bat in this muted aesthetic.

Kidcore- Bright colours, cartoon designs, nostalgia, and fun! Its somewhat similar to rainbow, but you can't escape consumerism in this aesthetic usually! Toys, games, anything to do with just being a kid and enjoying life is included!

NOW WHAT?!

Now you vote in the polls! Just pick whichever character you want to see in the aesthetic listed. Please note that in order to draw this all in one month, I will be making the polls quick! The first one I'll have last a week, to help spread the word, but after that they will likely only last a day! That being said, each character will only be used ONCE. So once they're picked for an aesthetic, their off the voting board. Were you hoping a character would get a different one? Well don't worry! I may do this again, or you can try it yourself to! Just have fun!

Make sure to follow @bks-blogs for more 101 Dalmatian Street news and updates for the trending party!

#101 dalmation street #101 dalmatians #art #grid aesthetic #101 Dalmatian street trending party

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asena-graywolf · 1 year

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Know Your Place || Boxer Tomboy Reader!

You promised to watch your boyfriend's practice game that day. Until now, you had never been in Hinata's almost daily environment and had never met her friends.

He was going to introduce you to his teammates for the first time that day after the practice match.

You sat next to Kiyoko, the team's manager, throughout the practice match. It was good for you to have us girl around. you felt more comfortable

You were watching Hinata and chatting with Kiyoko meanwhile.

"So you're Hinata's guest"

"Yes I am"

"What is your name?"

“Y/N. What about you?"

“Kiyoko. I'm the manager of the team"

You shook hands

“Pleased to meet you Kiyoko”

Your eyes were on Hinata, and Hinata must have noticed that you were watching, as it was clear from meters away that she was getting up and acting artistically.

You handed Hinata the water bottle when the match was over.

"Here you go, my love"

"Thank you. What would I do without you," he replied breathlessly.

Then he drank his water and wiped his sweat with his arm

“How do you think I played today? Was I good enough?”

“Well what a word, you were superb. You are the backbone of the team”

“No, not that much. So at least for now"

He put his hand on the back of his neck and showed you his cute smile as always

While laughing with Hinata, you felt someone whispering behind you. Because you're a boxer, your sixth sense has always been strong. If you sensed something strange, you would definitely go for it.

“It is understood why the shorty is such an artist today. Whether it is a man or a woman, whoever this person is, it must be someone important to him.”

You looked over your shoulder. It didn't take long for you to spot the person speaking behind you, and even though he was speaking in a low voice, your sharp ears allowed you to hear it.

"What did you say!"

You suddenly turned around and frowned at the blond eyeglassed boy, who was almost six feet tall. You clearly heard them whispering to the other dark green-haired boy next to you.

"I said Hinata wouldn't pull an attitude if we didn't have a special guest today”

The boy with the blond glasses did not back down. He was too frank and his speech was quite irritating.

You approached him and lifted your head and gave him a stern look.

“Hinata is too humble to not need anyone to pull an attitude. However, I can say that you feel the need to act as an artist by provoking people.”

The blond boy didn't take you seriously and laughed sarcastically

“Can you tell me who are you? Hinata's guest? Oh no! Whether were you the person he wanted to introduce us to today? Oh, he praised it so much that I can't tell you, if I knew I was going to meet an unknown man or woman, I would have skipped today's practice and listened to music at home”

This time, the annoying blond boy had stepped on the wire. You tried to calm down before making a sudden attack

Just then, Hinata came to you. One step forward to protect you

“Tsuki! Do you realize who you're talking to?"

“Excuse me, am I talking the princess of Japan?” he laughed.

"No! But you're seeing my warrior princess! Yes she is my girlfriend. I wanted to introduce her to you, but it would have been better if you hadn't made a scene from the first day she met all of you."

The blood of the child whose provocative words splattered into his brain for minutes

“Your girlfriend? Well… I'm so sorry I thought he was a man for a second. Judging by her looks and deep voice, she's a man-made thing."

“Mind your manners! Talk straight about my girlfriend! She's a boxer and a pretty cool girl. She loves herself that way and I love her just as she is. What do you know about love?"

Tsuki went even further, which caused her patience to run out.

“So she’s a boxer… I was so scared. You see, I'm trembling with fear. Hinata's boyish girlfriend looks like she's going to beat me up. Don't hit me please…don't hit me I can't believe it, Hinata likes masculine freaks. ”

He continued to reel you in without giving up, making a little timid child's voice. This was the last straw for you.

You grabbed Hinata by the shoulder and pulled her back. The distance between you and Tsuki narrowed even more, and you punched him hard without pity. Then, with your agile kick, the 1.90 m tall boy fell to the ground. The blond bespectacled boy who had just looked down at you was now on the ground and you felt like you had won.

"ILL MANNERED! KNOW YOUR PLACE! Were you talking about being an artist? This is how artistry is done. I'm not ashamed to be Hinata's manly and boxer girlfriend! If anyone should be ashamed of themselves, it's you artist boy!”

Everyone's attention in the room was on you. Hinata was staring at you with her mouth wide open in surprise.

Tsuki was holding her cheek on the floor, moaning in pain

“Argh!…you bastard! You will pay for this! I'm going to make you pay for this, damn tomboy!”

Tanaka-senpai breathed beside you to calm the mood

"Hey what's going on here? Tsukishima! Get off the ground”

The green-haired friend next to Tsuki was trying to pick her up off the ground.

You looked at him with disgust and spit in his face

“You dick-sucker!”

You looked around and

“Excuse me. Now I have to take care of my boyfriend. Let Tsuki tell you the story. After all, he started it" as you said, holding Hinata by the arm and driving you both away from there.

“Y/N. What have you done? I do not believe. You really made me fall in love with you once again. I'm proud of you. Someone should have taught this scumbag a lesson.”

You stroked Hinata's orange hair

“I'm sure that bastard has learned his lesson. No one can yell at you anymore, my little monster"

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inkykeiji · 1 year

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reader def went through a beading phase and made her and touya-nii matching beaded bracelets and he loves it. but she made TOO many like dozens around the house "I made them especially for you touya-nii" and he tripped on a few on the floor and wanted to yell so bad but she so cute overly obsessing about her new hobby while hes away at work

this is so fucking cute and 100% canon oh my GOD yes yes yes!!!!! and he buys her the prettiest beads, too, returning home from work every day with a new colour or a new type of bead (heart-shaped, shimmery, glittery, cubed letters, etc). she’s so excited when she finally learns how to make a 3D cuff—eyes twinkling bright and brilliant as she rushes towards him the moment he’s stepping into the flat, crowding up against him and shoving the lopsided cuff in his face, chattering on about how she’s been working on it for days and it was so hard, touya-nii and don’t you love it, niichan??? 🥺

and, god, she’s so beautiful in all of her excitement and adoration for him, pouring from her eyes and sopping in her words as she paws and clings and holds him close, hugging his arm to her chest before she finally slips the cuff on. and he loves it so much, loves her so much, wears that misshapen cuff on his wrist every single fucking day of his life, treats it with the utmost delicacy and handles it with extreme care, only taking it off when he kills (he doesn’t want to splatter blood all over such a pretty piece of jewellery <3)

(the colours are totally black, sparkly grey, and purple <3)

#absolutely LOVE this anon #she totally texts him the new beads she wants #or tells him sleepily in the morning when she’s eating breakfast or he’s leaving for work n she’s still in bed #and he comes home with a pretty little box of them EVERY time #hehehe <3 #i love making kandi!!!!#this is a little self indulgent tbh because i’m terrible at making cuffs but i love them #i hope ur having a good day anon!! pls stay safe and stay hydrated <33 #inky.bb #touya nii universe #clari gets mail #tw stepcest

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mamamittens · 1 year

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Trick or Treat

Day #14 of Spooktober (no, you're not missing a post, I've just delayed #13 for a few days)

Fandom: One Piece (Everyone is young and nothing hurts AU)

Ship: None

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,039

Bit of a weak end but I deeply underestimated how much work would ride my ass this month, and I need to shower and go to bed like... now lol. So this is mostly just for cuteness and to 'finish' on Halloween, don't look too deep into it.

Ace tightened the bow under Luffy’s chin, the seven-year-old bouncing on his heels with excitement, dark eyes wide and gleaming. Despite his best efforts, Ace couldn’t help but smirk.

“Think you can keep your costume on all night, Luffy?” Ace asked, stepping away to admire the completed look. Makino did good work putting together the patchwork cloak for Luffy’s ‘ghost’ costume, tied securely with a bright red ribbon around his neck that matched the straw hat he refused to go without. She was also the one who made the gloves and wolf ears for Ace himself, along with helping Sabo apply the vampire makeup. Out of the three of them, Sabo had the least amount of work to do, having plenty of spare fancy clothes to work with.

“Yeah! You wait and see, I’ll have my costume on all night!” Luffy reassured him. Ace snorted, rolling his eyes. He refused to believe he was so childish at that age.

Obviously, at the much wiser age of twelve, Ace knew more than Luffy did. Which is why he agreed to dress up with his baby brother to begin with. Knowing Luffy as he did, he would probably follow some random stranger around for extra candy if he thought he could get away with it. Sabo rolled his eyes and smiled.

“Sure you will, Luffy. Remember to thank Makino before we go!” Sabo reminded him. Luffy froze in shock, horrified suddenly.

“Oh no! I almost forgot! Thank you, Sabo!” Luffy cried out, racing back to the house where Makino stood with a bowl of candy and a patient smile. Luffy leapt up, latching his arms around her neck as she laughed, trying not to drop Luffy or the candy. “Thank you Makino-nee! Mwah!” Luffy pressed a messy, childish kiss to her cheek before dropping back down and rushing back to their side.

“Are you going to thank Makino too, Ace?” Sabo asked with a sly grin, plastic fangs poking out from his lips. Ace sputtered and hissed.

“Shut. Up!” Ace bristled at the reminder of his crush, but otherwise ignored the comment. He’d thank Makino by giving her some of his candy later. Huffing, he stormed away, not waiting for his dumb brother to catch up as he laughed.

“Hey! Hey! Where are we going first, Ace? Can we go to Gramp’s house? Last year he gave out whole rotisserie chickens!” Luffy cheered. Ace shuddered at the reminder.

“Uh—absolutely not.” Ace muttered nervously, mind viciously flashing back to the running they had to do to keep the chicken. “H-Hey! How about we see if Law will join us?” Ace distracted his little brother. Sabo cocked a brow and smirked again.

“Traffy! Yeah! Let’s get him! C’mon Ace! C’mon Sabo!” Luffy cheered, dashing ahead of them to the fancy house at the end of the street.

Law was dressed up as a mad scientist, white lab coat splattered with fake blood and black gloves on his hands. Ridiculous hat still in place as he glared Kid, who was dressed in an excessive amount of leather alongside his friend Killer, like they belonged in a biker gang.

“Ah. Luffy. Are we going together?” Law sighed. Luffy, quite naturally, exploded with excitement.

“Yeah! We’re going to Gramp’s house last to see if he gives us meat again!” Luffy cheered.

“The hell we are!” Ace bit out reflexively, heart shuddering. Knowing their luck, they’d have to navigate a haunted maze to ‘earn’ anything. And trying to bully Luffy through a scary event was well past what Ace wanted to do with his time tonight.

“Tsk, let’s just get this show on the road, losers.” Kid snarled. And so, three became six.

Later, if he was asked, he would claim to not know when the hell their small group became a small army of children. Ussop joined with Sanji and Chopper—a knight, prince, and magician respectively—followed by Nami dressed as a witch dragging a samurai Zoro. Brook snuck in somehow with Franky, Robin, and his own friend Deuce. All four dressed as ‘tourists’ in Hawaiian shirts with a large, white cardboard frame for a ‘picture’.

Their first victim was, also naturally, Shanks. Dressed as Freddy Krueger, he laughed loudly and passed them each king-sized chocolate bars with a wink. Buggy scoffed, business suit with devil horns and wings downright subdued to his normal attire. Naturally, he handed out small packets of cotton candy when asked politely. All the while acting as though he had no idea why anyone was bothering him so late at all.

Crocodile didn’t have any costume at all and gave them a single snack size snickers bar, a trend that followed with all of Gramp’s colleagues.

“Well, look what we have here! Fine, well-behaved children ready to pay the toll!” Doflamingo crowed, looming over them from behind his gate.

Ace hissed at him alongside Law.

“The hell we are!” Ace shoved Luffy behind him.

“Hello uncle.” Law muttered in disdain. “Does dad know you’re trying to bully kids for candy again?” Law asked with a sneer.

Doflamingo sniffed, head jerking away at the implication.

“Your candy haul sucks anyway.” Doflamingo clicked his tongue and stalked away without another word.

“Ah! Luffy! Look who I brought!” Ace’s head snapped in the direction of Jinbe’s voice. The fishman was dressed up as a ghost too, a sheet with holes covering almost his entire body. Behind him was a familiar group of older kids.

“Pineapple!” Luffy cheered, bounding up the street to tackle Marco’s leg. He was, in fact, dressed up as a pineapple. How literally anyone managed that, Ace had no idea. Thatch snickered beside him, dressed as a cowboy alongside Izo, who made a very convincing naval captain (Gramps was going to lose it if he sees the costume and the last thing Ace wanted was to sit around while Gramps and Pops argued for three hours about them joining the Marines again).

“Alright! Looks like the party’s really getting started!” Thatch cackled, ruffling Ace’s hair as he dutifully inspected everyone’s costumes. “Hey, I hear there’s a corn maze and hay rides on the other side of town. Pops agreed to give us a lift if you wanna try it out!” Thatch grinned, winking at Ace.

Ace could feel his face flush in embarrassment despite nodding.

His family was large, noisy, and ridiculously everywhere he turned but… he really wouldn’t have it any other way.

#one piece #portgas d ace #asl brothers #sabo op #straw hat luffy #cameos abound #spooktober #happy halloween #enjoy a small bit of cuteness #whitebeard pirates #sfw fluff

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lya-dustin · 1 year

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Someone will remember us

Chapter 34

Cw: violence, death, blood, child abuse, slavery, racism, atonic seizure, underage drinking

Gif by: @alicentloyalist

Taglist: @stargaryenx

Aemma, as tame as she looks, is the blood of the dragon.

Aemma, as tame as she looks, can hold her own in a fight.

Aemma, sweet Aemma who cannot stand injustice and disliked seeing executions, had unleashed all her fury at the people running, spectating, and ignoring the children in the fighting pits.

Aemond has never loved her more.

“They! Are! Children!” his princess shouted as she whipped the owner of that fine establishment --- a street corner to be exact--- with his own whip while Cole led his men in arresting everyone present.

Aemond unsheathed his sword and cut down the first man who came to stop her crusade. “Come near my lady wife, and you will be apologizing to the Stranger.”

“Let it be known that anyone who continues this abhorrent practice will face my wrath and that of my dragon!” Aemma proclaimed and snapped the whip for effect. “May the gods have mercy on you for I will not!”

The hem of her dress is brown with mud and muck, there is a splatter of blood across the bodice and the ribbon holding her thick hair behind her head snapped off gods know when.

His wife wears no crown, but she looks every inch a queen.

---

“Aemma is not reckless, she is passionate. There is a difference, Criston.” Teora thinks his concern for Aemma is quite cute. Definitely a better color on him than his irrational hatred years back.

“Had Prince Aemond not had his sword; she would have been murdered.” The knight points out and sat still as she removed the ribbon that had snagged on the greaves of his armor. “It is as if she cannot measure the dangers of acting so rashly.”

Aemma had taken to wearing the ribbon she once gave Laenor, but the silk had gotten so old and worn that it never stayed in place. She had worn it that day and lost it like she lost her cool head.

It was coincidence that the ribbon had gotten caught in Criston’s armor, but many a bard and poet had claimed that the Dornish Knight had been designated as the Princess’ protector by the gods themselves.

“You act as if you are unfamiliar with six- and ten-year-olds, her mother was nearly as impulsive, and Laenor was far worse. We just happened to ensure Aemma’s impetuosity is fed into something good, like justice.” The septa explained as they waited outside the Queen’s chambers.

Teora can hear the shouting match from there, Aemma is not one to be cowered, but Aemond has apologized to his mother for their reckless actions before being ordered out.

Criston would go after him, talk to him as a father should with his son.

“An admirable thing, truly, Septa, but such things will get her hurt one day or have her follow---” the knight begins and the Velaryon woman stops him with a look.

The queen may encourage such diatribe, but Teora will make sure the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard remembers he himself is not without sin.

“If I didn’t know you any better, I would not remind you that you were the first to dishonor her. Tell me, Ser Criston, did honor ever compare to that young woman’s love?”

----

“If you were my daughter, I would strike you.” The queen paces as she reprimands her. A week after the wedding, the queen is already wanting to hit her. “Do you know what your little crusade has cost you?”

“You and your father never planned on letting me have them anyways, what does it matter now?” Aemma threw back still angry, her blood still hot from earlier. She has always had a problem with authority, especially if that authority was in the wrong.

At home this was tolerated, here it gets her yelled at by the queen who used to physically discipline her children. A practice her parents and grandmother frowned upon, even Daemon refused to lay a hand on his daughters.

She remembers seeing bruises on Aemond and Aegon, she remembers how they used to flinch when Alicent tried to touch them.

Aemma will never be like her, she vows she will never be like Alicent.

“Do not raise your voice at me, I am your queen!” Alicent wagged her finger at her in anger.

“Then you have done a miserable job as queen, your own grandchild, Aegon’s own child, was thrown into a rat pit to be killed for other’s enjoyment! Imagine my horror when Aemond told me these are commonplace, that it has been brought up to your attention and that you and your father ignore it!”

The queen stops suddenly and stares at her like a fish. “What do you mean, Aegon’s son?”

“Gaemon Waters, the boy he fathered on a whore name Essie. The brothelkeeper took the boy from her and sold him to the fucking bastard I whipped to death. Children are being sold to men like that and being forced to fight beasts and other children, one of them even had white foam in her mouth.” Aemma answered wondering why her having the knowledge about Aegon’s natural son astonished her so much.

Mattered to the queen more than knowing that children were being abused in such a way.

“Who told you this?” the queen asked.

“The owner of Essie’s new establishment, Mysaria of Lys.” The princess continues ignoring the fear in the queen’s eyes, fear that someone knows Aegon’s bastard exists. Why should that matter? Everyone had bastards, until there was something “She told me that tradesmen and other people of standing have petitioned to the Hand and the Magisters to end such a practice, and that the Gold Cloaks are too corrupt to do anything.”

“Then you should have come to me, Aemma. You cannot go around like a madwoman taking such matters into your own hands. There are rules and strictures you must follow, and you cannot ignore them if you wish to be queen.” Obedience, that is what all ladies are told to have above all.

Obey the system in place and do everything right, everything else must be second.

But Aemma has been taught something else, rebellion.

You do not get anything by obeying a system that is too oppressive and flawed to stand, you get what you want if you are willing to carve your own path.

“Something had to be done. Those children didn’t have the luxury of waiting, your grace. Perhaps in an idyllic world where the current system functions as it should, I would have brought it up to you and your father, but I could not let anymore children die.” The princess knew she was stubborn, and she could stand here and keep yelling back at her all day.

But she had promised to give the queen a chance, for Aemond’s sake.

“You have a good heart, gods know you do, Aemma, but you cannot afford to lose control. There are whispers about your affliction, I have done my best to keep my father in the dark about it, but you have too many enemies around you. You need to be careful.” The queen’s voice is low, a whisper by the time she says the word affliction.

“Who told you?” who betrayed me, Aemma asks.

Aemond wouldn’t betray her like this, no it couldn’t be him. He is such a mama’s boy, but he would not be so stupid.

“No one, the Grand Maester mentioned Aemond looking into Archmaester Vaegon’s meditations and inquired about his fits. Your grandmother confirmed my suspicions the day of the tourney.” The queen tries to be kind, perhaps in her mind she thinks herself a good person, but Aemma has only known her to be the cruel bitch who delighted in her mother and father’s humiliations and suffering.

“My health is my issue and mine alone.” The princess says and prepares to walk out, but the queen grabbed her wrist gently and her arm decides to go limp in the queen’s hands.

“Do them no violence, unless they resist,” Ser Otto Hightower commanded. “Such men as bend the knee and swear fealty to King Aegon shall suffer no harm at our hands.”

“And those who will not?” asked Grand Maester Orwyle.

“Are traitors and must die a traitor’s death.”

Fuck.

Fuck it all.

“Hightower will kill us all.” She gasps as she crumbles to the floor.

----

“I killed someone today.” Aemond confided in Cole, he always did. There were things he could not tell mother, but there were things only Cole could understand.

“I know.” The Dornish Knight does not look at him with horror as his mother did.

It is just another milestone in a knight’s life. Their first kill.

Cole hands him a wine skin with strong Dornish red he favors and the prince drinks it gratefully.

“I was younger than you, I think. I was a squire for Lord Dondarrion, some Dornish wench pulled out a knife when she’d gotten him where she wanted him. She called me a traitor to my own people, said no songs would ever be sung about me.” His mother did not know Cole like he did. Aemond loves his mother, but even he knows mother could never handle seeing past the chivalrous exterior Cole shows.

“The man I killed called Aemma a darkie,” Aemond admitted.

‘All hail the Darkie Queen’ the man had called her as he branded his knife.

For all the purity of their Valyrian blood, House Velaryon and House Celtigar were looked down on because of the color of their skin.

The fairer your skin the better you are, or so the Andals and the First Men taught them and many still believed that.

Old Valyria believed the opposite. The darker your skin, the better.

Aegon the Conqueror had taken after his Velaryon mother, looking more like Corlys Velaryon than father or Daemon, but when Aenys and Maegor were born with skin as pale as Rhaenyra’s Strong boys, no one batted an eye.

Who would dare call Aegon the Dragon a cuckold?

Perhaps that had been what Rhaenyra and Laenor had hoped for when Aemma’s half-brothers kept on being born.

“I don’t regret killing him.” The prince feels better having said it. “I don’t think Aemma regrets whipping the rat pit owner to death either.”

“Men like that deserved worse, your highness. But her grace is a lady, as is your wife, things are expected of them.” Cole points out and takes a swig of the wine skin when Aemond hands it back. “Ladies are to be defended by knights, didn’t I teach you better?”

Perhaps that may be true for Andals, but only mother is Andal here.

Aemond snorts at his mentor’s words. “The Queen Who Never Was would take offense at your words, Cole.”

Targaryens were fire and blood, just like the Velaryons are sea and salt. Too much for anyone to handle, which was why they married each other so often.

“I suppose Targaryen women are exceptions, your highness.” The knight conceded, speaking from experience.

“Your highness, her grace sends for you.” The handmaiden hails him frantically. “The Princess, she---”

“Should I fetch a maester?” Talya asked and the prince shook his head as he led Cole back to mother’s chambers.

Gods help them if his grandfather learns of Aemma’s visions.

-----

Notes: given that the Velaryons are now black, Aegon the Conqueror's mom (Valaena Velaryon)being a biracial woman means her kids would be white passing but not as white as the Targs are on the show. Which is a plot hole and the main credits do hint at the theory that Aegon’s kids were as illegitimate as Rhaenyra’s Strong Boys.

My explanation here is the theory that Aenys and Maegor were the sons of a white Targaryen and that Aegon I was infertile.

Maybe Alyssa Velaryon (Aenys' wife and Boremund and Jocelyn Baratheon’s mom) was a white passing biracial woman who married two white men(Aenys and Rogar Baratheon) and had extremely white passing kids, but unless the why are the Velaryons black when by default the Targs should be as well given the history of intermarriage is explained, this is the more obvious explanation.

#aemma velaryon #someone will remember us fic #asoiaf fanfic #house of the dragon #asoiaf au #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #oc fanfiction #asoiaf #hotd #ocappreciationtag #fyeahhotdocs

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katsushika-division · 1 year

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“Love is hard to find, hard to keep, and hard to forget.”

Introduction

Touya Kisaragi, also known as MC Darling in rap battles, is currently an inmate on death row in Katsushika. Known as the "Sweetheart Killer," Touya has made his mark as the worst serial killer in Japanese history. Much like the other members of his team, he was offered a deal to get off death row by joining the Division Rap Battles.

Touya is a young man of below-average height with a slender, petite feminine figure. He has messy powder blue hair that reaches his neck and oftentimes wears hair extensions whenever he crossdresses. He has cerise pink eyes that have a deranged childish glint in them.

He wears a black long-sleeved shirt, along with a lace-up white corset belt over it. He also wears a pink and black plaid mini-skirt. Underneath is a set of white lace garter belts and matching white stockings with knee-high black stiletto boots. For accessories, he wears a modified pair of handcuffs as bracelets with one on each wrist and gold earrings.

Name Meanings

Kisaragi (如月) - February

Touya (桃矢) - Peach Arrow

Aliases

“The Sweetheart Killer”

“The Modern Day Jack The Ripper”

Prisoner No. 556

Touya-nii - Akari

Momoka (Female Alias)

“Momo-chan”

Biographical Info

Gender - Male

Age - 22

Birthday - August 20th

Ethnicity - Japanese

Hair Color - Powder Blue

Eye Color - Cerise Pink

Height - 160 cm / 5’3 | 180 cm / 5'10 (In Heels)

Weight - 110lbs / 48kg

Star Sign - Leo

Piercings - Lobes

Markings - Scars across his lower back and hips, Scars across his genitals, The initials K.S carved on his left side, Lacerations across his wrists and ankles

Family

Father

Mother

Adoptive Mother (Deceased)

Adoptive Sister (Deceased)

Voiced By - Haru Nemuri (Rapping)

Fun Facts

MC Name - MC Darling

Occupation - Death Row Inmate

Division - Katsushika

Team - Death Row Block

Position - 2nd Member

Favorite Food - Cookies

Least Favorite Food - Squash

Likes - Cute Things, Blood, His Knives, Sweets, Dolls, Picturebooks

Dislikes - P*dophiles, His parents, Reminders of his past, Being called “Momo-chan”

Hypnosis Microphone

Touya’s Microphone takes the form of a one-ear black headset with the ear shaped like a heart, adorned by a large, hot pink heart. A smaller heart-shaped piece connects to this with a plain hot pink heart, followed by the headband, which is adorned by a pink heart. At the bottom of the other side is a heart-shaped section. The mouthpiece has a hot pink gem heart attached.

His Speaker takes the shape of two porcelain dolls, each one wearing a lacy white dress. They are in a state of disrepair with cracks across their faces, and their outfits are torn and stained with blood. In each of their hands lies a beating human heart with a speaker in the middle.

His rap ability, Blood Splatter, allows Touya to create clones made of blood. These clones are solid but can be dispelled if they've taken enough damage. Touya primarily uses them to trick and disorient opponents. The downside is that Touya can only make so many before he passes out as he uses his blood to make them.

Touya’s rap centers on how desperately he wants someone to love him and how far he’s willing to go to get it, often getting more and more disturbed the longer the fight goes on. He raps about how he’s killed all sorts of people for rejecting him, how he's not all that right in the head, and how his childhood essentially ruined him. He’s also quite raunchy with his lyrics and has no shame in getting explicit.

Personality

Touya is essentially a child stuck in an adult body often seen as cheerful and hyperactive. Touya rarely takes things seriously and is enticed by almost everything in an almost innocent way. Constantly seen with a smile on his face, Touya seems practically normal. In spite of this, Touya is described as having a few screws loose. He tends to laugh chaotically at random and rarely makes sense to others.

All Touya wants is for someone to love him. Often, being quick to latch on to anyone who shows him any sort of affection. What's worse is that Touya has a very twisted perception of love and affection. This leads to people rejecting him with Touya not understanding why they do this and, in a tantrum, kills them. To him, killing is no different than it would be to pick a flower or step on an ant.

To the surprise of no one, Touya is extremely loyal to his teammates and considers them “family” and when they are threatened, his cheerful persona disappears and is replaced with a violent, bloodthirsty personality. Refusing to lose the people who have stayed with him the longest.

Background

In a separate post coming soon.

Trivia

His prison number is number wordplay on the Japanese word for heart (Kokoro)

Touya's confirmed number of victims is 89. However, he has been suspected of killing closer to 115 victims.

Touya is currently on medication to help stabilize him.

Touya has the reading and writing skills of a 2nd-grade elementary student

He carries a knife on him at all times hidden underneath his skirt

Touya has been known to use the name “Momoka” while dressed as a girl.

As of February 2024, Touya has been in a relationship with Kaiji Sano from Kobe.

Unlike his teammates, Touya prefers to vape over smoking cigarettes.

Despite his fragile appearance, Touya is an adept fighter combining his knife skills with gymnastics.

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #katsushika division #death row block #touya kisaragi #character bio

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dialovers-translations · 2 years

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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Shin Maniac [09]

ー The scene starts in the guest room at the Tsukinami manor

Yui: ...

Shin: ...

Yui: ( He won’t say anything. )

( I guess it’s because Mertz-san said all those things to him? )

( I’d be incredibly hurt. I’m sure Shin-kun feels the same... )

...

Yui: ( A-Anyway, right now I should focus on finding a way to escape Carla-san. )

( If only I could somehow make it to the Demon World... )

( But the portal at the Sakamaki’s place has been destroyed. )

( Still, that isn’t the only gate leading to the Demon World. )

( ...I guess I should ask Mertz-san for help after all. And have him escort me to a place nearby the gate. )

( So Carla-san doesn’t find out that Mertz-san is involved...! )

Shin-kun. Listen, Iーー

Shin: ...Hehe...

ー Shin steps closer

Yui: ...! S-Shin-kun...?

...L-Listen, I...I’d like to ask Mertz-san one more time...

Shin: Mertz? Are you going to rely on him? ...You don’t need to do that.

Yui: Eh...?

Shin: Exactly...I should have just done this from the very beginning...Nn...

Yui: ( ...!? H-He’s kissing me...!? )

Shin: Like this...I should have just made you mine through brute force.

Nn...

Yui: ...S-Sto...!

Shin: I won’t. I’m not stopping, until I’ve made you mine...

Selection

→ Fight back

Yui: L-Let me go!

Shin: Hehe, you really think you’re any match for me?

I guess it’s almost kind of cute...how you’re so dumb you still don’t get that? Hehe...!

→ Try to get away (♡)

Yui: ( I-I have to run...! )

Shin: You’re still trying to escape? Oh come on...Just give up already and become mine.

Shin: Well, it’d be annoying if you make a fuss. As you wish, I’ll be gentle with youーー

*Creaak*

Yui: ( Wah...! H-He pinned me down on the bed... )

N-No, I’m begging yoーー

Shin: Once again, I won’t stop. ...Nn.

Yui: ( Our lips are pressed together... )

Shin: Haah...Hehe, you seem to be enjoying this a lot more compared to when I suck your blood.

Yui: T-That’s not...!

Shin: Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel even better in no time...Nn...

ーー See? Right now, I’ll shower you with my love. ...Or do you hate kisses, perhaps?

You don’t like the gentle treatment either...? You’re such a handful, fufu.

...Nn.

Yui: ...Nn...!

Shin: I’m only being this nice because it’s you, you know?

I guess you could say I have respect for you, more or less.

No need to rush, let me lead you...Just like that...

Don’t worry. It’ll only be embarrassing for a short while. And it’ll feel so much better afterwards.

If you don’t understand what I’m getting at...You’ll eventually find out once you’re in my arms.

I’ll teach you everything. So many things, you might even find yourself growing addicted...Nn...

...Nn...Hah...

Yui: ( This is just...Too much...! )

*Thud*

???: ーー What are you doing?

Shin: ...!! Nii-saーー

Carla: You cunning, little...!

*STAB*

Shin: ...Ugh!!

*Thud*

Yui: Aah...!!

( H-He pierced Shin-kun with his bare hand...! )

Carla: Too easy...

Shin: ...Fuck...

*SPLATTER*

Yui: ( Blood...Shin-kun’s blood is... )

ー The screen fades to black

Yui: Uu...Ah...

( Oh no, I’m losing consciousness... )

...

*TIMESKIP*

ー Yui wakes up in Carla’s room

Yui: ...Nn...

( ...Where am I...? )

Carla: So you have woken up.

Yui: ...!! C-Carla-san...

R-Right, where is Shin-kun...? What happened to him!? Don’t tell me...

Carla: ...He is not dead. It takes more than that to kill a Founder.

Yui: ( T-Thank god... )

( He may have treated me badly at more than one occasion, but I wouldn’t want him to meet his end in such a way... )

Then, where is he right now...?

Carla: I have him chained up in the dungeon. I doubt he’ll be moving any time soon.

Yui: I can’t believe you’d throw him into the dungeon with such injuries...

Carla: ...It seems to be that you are very much worried about him.

Have you developed feelings for him?

Yui: Feelings...

( I don’t know...But...I don’t want anyone to suffer. )

( I mean, Shin-kun looked hurt to me during his conversation with Mertz-san... )

( He experiences pain just like I do. )

( If this counts as ‘feelings’, then maybe, yes... )

Carla: Fufu...I suppose I was not too far off.

In that case...I definitely have to make one thing clear to you then.

Yui: ( What does he mean...? )

Carla: ーー Come here.

*Rustle*

Yui: ...! When you grab me that strongly...It hurts...my arm...

Carla: I do not care if it hurts you.

ーー Now come.

Yui: ( ...It’s no use...I can’t oppose Carla-san... )

( I can’t even fight back against Shin-kun, let alone this person... )

ー Carla takes her to the underground dungeon

Yui: ( Is this...the dungeon...? Then this is where Shin-kun is... )

Carla: ...Shin, wake up. It is time for your punishment.

Shin: ...Kuh...

Yui: S-Shin-kun!

( He’s all beaten and bruised, locked up inside a gloomy cell...! )

( While it may not kill him, this kind of treatment is still too harsh for words...! )

Shin-kun! Hold on, I’ll tend to your wounds right awaーー

ー Carla blocks her path

Yui: ...!

Carla: Who gave you permission to do that?

Yui: B-But...

Carla: Silence.

ーー Grab hold of those.

Yui: ...! W-Why do I have to...?

Carla: Enough idle talk. Do itーー

ー Yui grabs hold of the bars

*Rustle*

*Cling*

Yui: Ah...!

Shin: ...!

Carla: Shin, make sure to watch closely.

This is your punishment...for messing with a King’s possession.

Carla: ...Nn...

Yui: ...!

Shin: ...! ...Cut it out...

Carla: ...Who do you think you’re giving orders to? If you want me to stop, you will have to use your power to make me yield...

If you cannot do that...

Then simply enjoy the show. ーー Nn...

Shin: Stop! I’m begging you!!

Carla: Nn...Hah...

Yui: Ah...Uu...

Carla: Cry, woman. Let this pathetic man in front of your ears hear you. ーー Nn.

Yui: Ah...! No...!

Carla: ...Shin. It appears that this woman might have a soft spot for you. How foolish...

This is what she gets...Nn...

Yui: Ah...Ah!

Shin: Stop, please...!!

Yui: ( This is...This is just...! )

Monologue

I tightly squeezed my eyes shut, overcome by fear.

But by doing so, it only made Carla-san’s breathing (吐息) even more apparent,

so I immediately opened them again.

Right in front of me, I could see Shin-kun,

biting down on his lip to the point of breaking skin.

What should I do?

Is there even anything I can do?

As various ideas circle around inside my head,

I can feel Carla-san’s hands and fingers tracing down my body,

as if they’re trying to break my trail of thought.

All while Shin-kun watches (見ている) everything go downーー

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shin tsukinami #dark fate #diabolik lovers translation #dfshinmaniac9

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ruki--mukami · 2 years

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nsfw - maybe? - no yes!

The cuteness level of this blog got soooooo high! I cannot bear it any more!

Please give me back my cold, sadistic, cruel Master Ruki!

I want to feel his fangs in my neck! I want to feel his hands on my waist! I want to feel my Master deep inside me!

Master, Master come back! Your Livestock is so lonely without you!

Weeping.

“If cold and sadistic is what you want, then cold and sadistic is what you’ll get for your insolence, Livestock. Your lewd attitude has surpassed new levels of intolerable with that incessant complaining. By now, I would’ve imagined you know me better than this. After all the time we’ve spent together, and after everything we’ve experienced… You shouldn’t seek only one side of your master when there are more facets than meet the eye. After all, what kind of owner would I be if I only sought my prey’s blood when she is desperate for discipline? It should go without saying that no matter what mood you find yourself in, I shall devour you whole regardless. Unfortunately, by the looks of it, the same cannot be said for you. What a shame,” he clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Oh, I will bury myself deep inside you, that’s for sure. Though, not in the way you are anticipating. Brace yourself, Livestock, for you brought this upon yourself.”

Everything the poor prey pleaded for came to fruition. Ruki’s fingernails clawing into their waist, sharp enough to draw blood after aligning himself at the crook of her neck, the two white stakes impaling the area of skin that had been carved into countless times, except this bite far exceeded the strength of his previous punishments until now.

“It seems you are no different from the women who are so easily swayed by worldly pleasures and misleading appearances. Haah… That is quite the lovely sound you are making for your master,” he cooed. “Go on, pet. Cry more for me until you are nothing more than a hallow husk, void of everything but the burning desire to cling onto your sorry excuse of a life.”

A sanguine river of crimson cascaded from under her chin down to the collarbones as Ruki fed from her so intently, so vigorously, so earnestly violent. Fangs pierced through flesh and sinew with ease as blood splattered across his prey’s skin as well as his own porcelain complexion, unashamedly gulping down the life essence as he stilled the other in place with his vicelike grip. The sweet ichor coating his tongue only fueled him to crunch into the site with smothered yet hitched breathing, both excitement and arousal coursing his veins when the color of her eyes dulled, the pigment of her skin matched his, and the pliant body in his grasp falling limp.

“Are you starting to realize who owns your life, Livestock? This is for misunderstanding your master…”

Deeper and deeper the Excaliburs sharper than his own stormy blue gaze sank until he could drain no more, completely drunk off the other’s delectable life force.

“…And this is for betraying my wishes. Heh, how’s this for taking your master inside of you? Perhaps if you were still alive, you’d live to regret it.”

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ask #react #diabooik lovers rp #tw

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hanafubukki · 2 years

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Convert Anon💜 Here!!

Worse case scenario if we get food poisoning is to find Trey or Jamil and beg them to teach us how to cook so that we could have edible food and also to impress our loves(also if i go for Trey(Floyd Azul and Hade still reign supreme) i’d love to learn how to cook with him and also we could have lil jobs we each do)

And yes yes yes, Azul’s glasses becoming skewed and his hat falls a lil and I just wanna (gently) grab his face and cover it with kisses and hold him close(regardless of where)

He’s so pretty and I just love his lil evil smile and his lil dastardly plans

Smooch the octopus boy and cuddle in a small dark space(like a pot but that fits us both)

Also imagine how fun sleepovers with Diasomia would be, you get to watch movies and cuddle and make a blanket fort and maybe teach them about Uno and watch the chaos or control the chaos

You bring up an excellent point! Do you think Trey could use his UM on the monstrosity that is their cooking 👀👀 Trey, please, I’m begging. Trey is definitely a great choice. I feel like he would be patient and teach us nicely. Honestly would be scared of jamil lolol

That would be so cute! I can see the tweels in the background making unnecessary comments, making azul even more flustered 🥹🥹 but it’s so cute Convert Anon 💜💜

Or you three can have a movie night and cuddle day. I can just see Floyd just plopping down on you both and jade trying to stay out of hand reach 🤣🤣

BLANKET FORT WITH DIASOMNIA! Yes let’s goooo

Silver is asleep and sebek is too loud

Malleus can barely fit in the fort

And we and lilia are just looking at them with an exasperated look

Once they knock out though, marking all their faces with ink lolol

Omg UNO is a death match 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I can see blood splatter sbsiskdndnd

#answered #anonie ask #💜convert anon

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brandnewhuman · 2 years

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Here for a slasher matchup,,,

Not very sure how to go about it, this is my first time asking for this sort of thing as well as my first time doing an "Ask".

I read through a few of the previous requests for a slasher matchup and decided I'll follow the structure everyone else used,,,

*(Brief mention of SH scars)* I'm roughly 5'8" and on the chubbier side, (I'm gradually learning to appreciate my body) My skin is rather pale. I have brown hair that's fairly curly and rests as the nape of my neck, though it could probably be shoulder-length if it was straightened. I have a stud in the right side of my nose, I don't really wear earrings. I have a few beauty marks here and there but not enough to be noticeable. My hands (especially my fingers) have quite a few scars from various activities. I have SH scars on both thighs and shoulders, and the inner part of my right arm. (Nothing greatly significant but they're quite noticeable.) I have a pet peeve about my dental hygiene, so my teeth are kept near perfect at all times. I do have a nail/finger biting habit, so my fingers aren't especially flattering. I usually dress in neutral colors, mostly jeans and a sweater or hoodie. I enjoy wearing loose fitted clothing. My presentation is rather masculine with my clothing. I'm a July Leo, I don't really believe in the star sign stuff, but it's neat I suppose.

I'm more of an introvert, mostly because I struggle with socializing and understanding people. I'm neurodivergent, and I have hypersomnia. (I sleep between 12-14+ hours every night, and sometimes nap during the day.) I'm a vegetarian and left handed. I really enjoy psychology studies and learning about human behavior. I'm striving to become either a forensic scientist, a pathologist, medical examiner, forensic blood splatter analyst, or even a psychiatrist. I'm also very interested in dead bodies, (I'm not sure how to make that sound normal?) animals or human. I like collecting bones, specifically teeth, and cleaning and restoring them for my collection. (It's just animal bones.)

I'm still figuring out my gender, so I use any pronouns. (I prefer Xe/It mostly, He/Him is comfortable too.) I'm also unsure of my sexuality, I identify as homoromantic, I have a strong feeling a may be asexual.

I'm not sure of what else to add, but I hope this is enough to aid you in your choice. I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes, I'm too tired to proofread this.

Thank you.

I paired you up with...

♡ Lester Sinclair♡

Hiiiiii ^^ first of all you're damn right to appreciate your body cause you're beautiful and you deserve it!! I myself am really proud of you for doing that and Lester would be too!! You have to be gentle with yourself, you are amazing and you don't need to be or look a certain way to deserve love or respect ♡

Now onto the fun stuff, shall we?

I have to admit I do not write for Lester (idk why. I just forgot to put it on my rules post) but this is such a perfect match. I couldn't find anyone more suitable than him for you.

Lester would be absolutely obsessed with you. You're literally his favourite person ever. He would spend hours playing with your hair, like he would never get tired of brushing thought it with his hands.

I know like for sure that either Bo or Vinny have a biting nails problem so he's always ready to stop you whenever you start biting yours. Would put cute little bandaids on your fingers to prevent you from biting.

Your smile…omg you got him weak on his knees with your perfect smile. (Side note: please he would be so happy if you help him with his own dental hygiene. Give him tips ecc cause he's really self-conscious about it but doesn't really know where to start and has never had someone with him to motivate him into taking care of himself)

He would never make you feel bad for your scars and would never push you to tell him about them. When he happens to see them he just places a small kiss on them without saying anything. He's secretly so proud of you for persevering through all of that. To him your scars are proof of how strong you are even when you didn't had to be strong♡

He likes lose clothes too!! Lester would be the type of boyfriend who lets you borrow anything you want from his closet. He doesn't even mind if your perfume is all over his stuff, it would be a plus so when he has to go to work he can still feel you're right next to him. He needs that type of reassurance especially after Bo and Vinny's death, he hates being alone with his thoughts so having your scent on him would distract him enough to not think about any of that sad stuff

It might be a bad idea putting two introverst together but I just know he would be such a sweetheart with you. He's not really good with people either so he'll be always on the beat to tell you everything he thinks or means so you don't get upset and he doesn't get misunderstood.

Just imagine this ball of awkward mess telling you the most stinky jokes and explaining them you cause he's afraid he's being weird ecc

Someone told Lester once that lefthanded people tend to be more creative so that's one the first things he will say to you when you first met.

He would always try to help you as much as you need with your hypersomnia. He would never give you a hard time for it, if anything he would use it as an excuse to take naps together ♡♡♡

He would be so invested in anything that has to do with your hobbies (which by the way happens to be something I personally enjoy too lol) he would spend hours looking at you in awe while you tell him all that interesting stuff. And it's not like he's pretending to be interested nono, he's fully listening to every single word and asking questions to know more about it.

We all know that Lester with his job has all the means to help you with your teeth collection. I could imagine you and him having cute little dates where you clean bones ecc together. He teaches you all his secrets to get them all perfect and clean. Lester would feel like happy to finally have someone who doesn't find all of that disgusting ecc

I don't think that Lester would mind too much how you identify, he would love you and respect how you want to be perceived anyways. To him you're like the most perfect person in this world and nothing could ever change that.♡♡

This matchup made me think about this song

#slasher community #slasher fandom #slashers #slasher fanfiction #horror movies #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher matchups #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #house of wax

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