#no idea what its personality would be like but judging by its outfit i can only hope they'll come across as a distinguished gentlem...onkey

[usedpidemo]

Cherry ((G)I-dle Minnie)

For you, nothing compares to seeing your favorite artist live, doing what they love the most.

For Minnie, nothing compares to the continued echo of a roaring crowd screaming her name.

But when it’s all said and done, nothing compares to the sound of her one and only fan shouting her name while he’s giving every last inch into her.

—————

Checking your phone, you see the posts on social media. While everyone else is still inside that stadium, Minnie is nowhere to be found, disappearing right after her 30 minute set, no-showing the arbitrary farewell walk around to the fans. Not that everyone cares or will give her heat for her sudden absence, but her presence leaves quite a noticeable hole in the venue.

Judging by how she’s opening the door to her hotel room, you can guess as to where she’s gone. 

Looking through your recorded footage, her eyes kept a steady track on you, as if she personally singled you out. Giving you flirty winks, subtle flying kisses in your direction, smiling at you even as she hosts the rest of the audience between transitions—the signs were there all along. You were caught up in the moment of her performance to properly notice.

That, and your intrusive handmade banner is quite easy for her to notice.

Speaking of—Minnie’s been holding your banner the entire ride back, finally setting it aside on the dining table. With every glance at your simple ‘I love you’ message, her gummy smile only widens. It’s heartwarming to see your effort be rewarded in quite the grandiose manner. A simple acknowledgement would have been enough—a simple heart, a wave, a general glance in your direction, anything.

You never expected to share a ride back to her hotel before she personally guided you inside her personal place.

She always points out how cute your handwriting is. That you went out of your way to write in Thai, even if it's evidently using Google Translate, saying that she’ll keep it in her place in appreciation. 

And so, you have to address the elephant in the room:

“Why me?” you ask, as your gaze wanders around her hotel room, quite simple in design and only meant for simple overnight stays. You can see the venue you were in minutes ago from the large window, a lifetime away thanks to the nighttime traffic. 

“Because I saw it!” Minnie replies, grinning, falling into her usual idol posture like muscle memory. Hands folded together, classy, even if her still-worn stage outfit says otherwise. Casually flaunting off her tight figure and toned little belly just for you. It’s hypnotic. “Flew in from far away just to see me perform here? You’re committed.”

“I mean—you haven’t performed in my country in years,” you remark, bitter at the thought. One of your driving motivations is to at least see her if the worst happened. Fortunately, they’re here to stay a little longer. Nevertheless, your patience was far past its breaking point, and you had to take matters into your own hands. “You have no idea how long I waited for you to come back.”

Minnie frowns, apologetic and empathetic over your plight. “Sorry. We want to reach out and perform everywhere, but—”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve heard it all the time, no need to remind me,” you interrupt, unwilling to hear the same rote excuse for the umpteenth time. Of course it’s the company’s fault, and not you for living in an unprofitable market for international artists to perform. “But that doesn’t matter now. If you ever go and tour, I’ll try flying out here again, like I did just for you.”

Almost immediately, her downcast expression shifts into a look of joy. “Aw. I hope it doesn’t mean you’re going broke for us. It’s not worth it.”

“Of course not,” is your reply, as if you anticipated this exact response. “I wouldn’t even think about going on this trip if I knew I’d be eating cup noodles for the next month.”

“Sounds fun,” Minnie jests, approaching you and brushing loose strands of your hair covering your forehead. Cupping a hand on your cheek, she whispers against your other cheek, her breath hot: “I’ll pay for whatever you need. Flight tickets, hotel accommodation, transportation—name it and I got you covered.”

“Everything’s been accounted for, but I appreciate the thought,” you remark, your eyes following hers. Staring into each other’s gaze intently, her warmth and sincerity in full bloom, you’re falling deeper in love with her. “I—I just didn’t think this would ever happen.”

“No one does,” is her remark, tone sensual, pulling your head closer against hers. “Now I want to ask you a question, and I want you to be honest with me.”

“Of course.”

Her breath tickles your ear, sending chills down your spine. “What’s your favorite song I did tonight?”

You pause, give her a subtle smile, which she immediately reads. Like she already has a clue.

“I think you already know the answer.”

She breathes against your skin in the shape of a chuckle and a smirk. The song begins to play moments later, courtesy of her own phone.

Minnie quietly mouths the lyrics in your ear, and you can’t help but lean closer to get a feel of her lips kissing your skin. You sense the ripple of her waist against yours, a gentle rustle of her shrinking skirt. You engross yourself in the moment that you don’t notice her hands dragging you with her in the direction of the living room couch.

Pushing you onto the sofa right as the second line hits, Minnie continues mouthing the words to her own song effortlessly, dancing before you so sexily knowing she’d never try on stage in a million years, even with their group’s more risque concepts. Her eyes demand every bit of your attention—not that you had anything else in mind but her. 

A private performance, meant only for you. Turning her hotel room into a club, you’d be throwing what little money you have for her if you had anything left. 

And by God, she loves it. Relishing how whipped you are for her. Doesn’t matter if it’s one or thousands, she lives for the attention and praise.

As the chorus hits, Minnie drops to the floor, stomach down ass up, kicking her heels up in the air, her stare remaining fixated at you all throughout. Rehearsed and practiced, yet looking so natural. You can only watch in awe, wondering how long she’s been waiting for the opportunity, how many times she’s done this before to others, and how the stars perfectly aligned for you to have this personalized moment.

It’s torturing you right now that you can’t reach out and touch her, even if you wanted to.

Picking herself off the floor, she saunters toward you, your nerves tensing with every moment, every step forward. Fingers digging deeper into the fabric of your pants, it’s all purposeful how she moves: every sway of her hips, her hands running down her svelte figure, the twirl when she’s standing right between your legs, flaunting her petite ass peeking through her skirt before squatting down in front of you, an arm’s reach away.

The lyrics perfectly describe the situation: 

“Oh no, here we go. Watch me shake it low.”

It’s like she’s daring you to take her and make her yours.

Her ass lingers far longer than what you can perceive. No matter how desperate you are, you can’t bring yourself to move a muscle, do anything but admire and watch helplessly even as Minnie offers herself to you on a silver platter. Not for lack of trying; your mind can’t handle what’s happening right now.

She looks over shoulder with a wicked grin, as if this isn’t the first time she’s left someone victimized with her deliberate teasing.

As if that wasn’t enough, when she spins around to face you, she drags your hands off your pants, replacing them with her own. Leaning forward, her hot breath reacquainting with your skin, followed by the faintest of air kisses. Slowly but surely, she clambers onto your lap, creating unbearable heat between your legs. 

There’s no denying it now. 

Instinctively, your hands find purchase on her ass, squeezing them hard, drawing a moan out of her. Minnie responds in kind, rolling her head back, grinding her hips on your lap, fanning the flames. Her tummy right in your face, you bend forward and kiss her, tracing a path up to her crop top, resting between her chest. Her fingers find their way around your neck, inching herself closer to you till you can hardly breathe.

“Fuck, it’s been a while since I’ve gotten to do this,” she sighs, breaking herself free from the immersion of her own performance. Glancing down to find your face between her bra, she pulls on your face, drawing your gaze to meet hers. “Like what you see?”

“Fuck yes, I do,” you huff, returning to kiss her bra. “But I’ve got a feeling this wasn’t the first time.”

Minnie laughs. “No shit.”

“Just you, or do the others—”

“You already know,” she interrupts, cupping your chin and redirecting your eyes back on her, shutting you up. “Now can we go back to the moment?”

Without another word, she leans down and meets you for a passionate kiss. Eyes closed, letting your feelings do all the talking. At that moment, you’re not fan and idol, but two lovers finding solace in each other’s arms. The only break is when she pulls back to lift your shirt over your head before you’re passionately making out to her own song again.  

She doesn’t even bring up the fact that your hands have been on her ass the whole time. If anything, with every squeeze, she moans softly into your mouth, making music.

But you can’t stay like this for long. Not when you’re both close to reaching your natural climax.

Breaking off the kiss for a second time, Miinie takes a moment to admire you, smiling. Her face, flushed with crimson and lust, keeps you in place while she silently unhooks her top, slipping it off her shoulders before tossing it to the floor and joining your shirt.

Before she tries to kiss you again, the sudden music stoppage snaps both your attention. 

“Ah, fuck me,” Minnie whines, quickly climbing off your lap to reach for the phone on the other side of the living room, buzzing loudly as she races to shut it down as quickly as possible. Giving you a proper look at her half-naked body while she hurriedly mashes buttons on her screen, you’re imagining that’s what she normally looks like in the mornings. 

“Well tell them I felt nauseous and had to rush to the hospital,” she says while clicking her tongue seemingly giving instructions to someone over the phone. When her eyes find yours, she grins cheekily, playing off the situation as nothing but a minor inconvenience. “No one’s gonna find out, surely.”

Like you weren’t casually singled out by staff, escorted out of the venue and riding inside one of the artist’s cars before being told to wait inside for a good 30 minutes before you could finally get out. Under any other context, this would have been a kidnapping case.

“Just give them the usual statement,” she whines, annoyed that she’s getting calls at such an unfortunate time. “I did my set, no? That should be enough. No one’s gonna care by tomorrow,” she adds, before cutting the call and the music picks up where it left off.

“Sorry you had to hear all that.” Minnie sighs as she casually lets her skirt fall to the floor, leaving her in only underwear as she saunters back to you. “I probably should have listened when they said this wasn’t a solo concert.”

To save her from further embarrassment, you remain quiet, but your face can’t hide your amusement watching it unfold in real time. One way or another, you’ll never look at her the same way again.

“Gosh, I gotta ask Yuqi how she does it,” she huffs, setting down her phone on the living room table. “Anyway, where were we?”

You don’t know exactly how to respond, nor do you have the answer to her question. And yet you have an idea as to where this is gonna end.

—————

The song continues to play on loop in the background as Minnie guides you to the bedroom, hand in tow, skirt lost somewhere on the living room floor, before falling onto the bed belly first, spreading her legs wide and baring her holes for display. Showing her pussy to you, she is wet and leaking. 

“Fucking use me,” she huffs, looking over her shoulder, voice raspy, losing herself to her most feral desires. “I know you want this as much as I want it.”

“Fuck, Minnie, I—” Not even your half-assed attempt at reluctance stops you from unraveling with her; it’s  laughably unconvincing. Lining your erect cock against her aching core, drawing a prolonged whine from her needy lips, her passionate sigh makes you shiver in anticipation. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You wouldn’t be positioning yourself behind me if you didn’t,” she remarks, pointing a finger toward your cock. “And that thing wanted me the moment I climbed onto your lap.”

She’d plunge your cock straight into her needy cunt if she could.

Instead, she reaches for the tip, gives it a gentle flick, causing your breaths to go haywire. Sparking a fire within you, Minnie only has one purpose in mind: to set you ablaze. You see it in her inviting smile—her eyes—drawing her fingers back, daring you to finish what she started.

Plunging into her cunt without hesitation, Minnie’s cry of pain and pleasure immediately fills the room and beyond. Obscene, obnoxious, you’re making a statement to everyone that you’re gonna fuck her—hard.

Fingers clamped on the headrest, and then onto the pillow, hanging on for dear life. Her muscles tensing and her hips bucking against yours. All while you’re still trying to adjust inside her; you haven’t moved a muscle since entering her. The only thought permeating your mind is how goddamn tight she feels around you.

The idea of unloading everything into her right then and there floats around your mind, but you begin dragging your cock out, now lathered in sheen and slick, before pushing back into her invigorating heat. 

And fuck, Minnie takes every inch effortlessly. Letting you take charge, giving you free reign over her body. With every stroke, every thrust deeper, she fucking screams. Doesn’t matter that you’re leaving gaping imprints on her skin or that you’re hammering into her with reckless abandon, she only cares about the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins.

Like a man possessed, you’re throwing your all into her, pounding her balls deep like your life depends on it, like this is your one and only chance—which it may as well be. 

“So incredible—can’t believe you’re letting me do this—” you rasp, pumping into her so hard the bed begins to quake. Both your hands rest on her svelte waist, wrapped like a vice as you deliver one devastating stroke after another. You can only imagine how she looks, but you get a sense that it’s pornographic and salacious.

“It’s been so long—” she whines, her voice cracking and jumping with every word in response to your thrusts. Her own fingers are gripped to the pillows, lifting her head to keep herself loud and clear, like she isn’t making quite the commotion this late at night. “So goddamn big—oh fuck—more—”

With her ass bouncing and rippling with each thrust, you’re left in a state of trance. God, she looks so good with your cock impaled in her pussy, with cum leaking and dripping from her holes. Accompanied by the filthy sounds of flesh slapping flesh, there’s no better sight for your dizzy, tired eyes. It only serves to spur you on, to keep you moving—as if you need any more motivation.

Giving her no respite, maintaining quite the chokehold you have on her, you lean forward against her ear, and your erratic breaths—your little vibrations—sends her into upper heaven. You haven’t uttered a single word, yet your looming presence drives her crazy.

“Pull on it, baby. Please—” Minnie cries, pertaining to her hair, barely held together by a loosened tie and prayers.

As much as you want to say anything back, the vice grip she has on you is just as strong, if not stronger. So intoxicatingly tight, gathering your thoughts into something coherent proves to be an immense struggle. It gets to a point where you don’t know who’s truly in control here.

And seeing as you’re doing exactly that—pulling on her hair as you kiss the helix of her ear, unable to keep up with her tempo—you sense the end is coming. And fast.

Still, there’s no relenting. She feels too good to slow down for even a moment, fearing that if you do, this unreal bliss is lost forever. So you hold on, redirecting all your focus on everything else about her body: exploring her back, lifting her on her fours, twisting her body in your hands—anything to keep your mind off the idea that you’re falling apart. 

Your unrelenting pace supersedes every effort you’re making. It’s a relief that Minnie is fucked beyond coherence right now, losing herself in her own ecstasy. Nevertheless, you’re mentally counting down the little time you have left.

“Almost, Minnie—” you coo into her neck, rolling her on her side, lifting her helpless figure, squeezing on her breast. Fighting with the dying remains of your resolve to keep the fire alive before it fans out, Minnie looks absolutely drained, her body pushed far beyond its limit. “I’m so close—”

“Inside—” she barely manages to whine, palming your back, pulling you into a warm embrace, unwilling to accept any other outcome. Eyes completely shut, just letting pleasure freely flow in and out of her veins, rolling her hips up as you thrust into her, your grip on reality collapsing in real time. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna—”

Her voice goes high, breaks her train of thought as you sense her crumble underneath you, her climax hitting at the apex. The heat of her walls suffocating, putting you in an inescapable chokehold, her legs wrapping around yours—the intention is clear: you’re gonna stay there, cum inside, and lay it all on her. 

It’s only right that your own orgasm follows. 

Holding her through your own end, every second an eternity in itself, as you bury yourself balls deep, letting Minnie milk you for all your worth. Shuddering as your bodies intertwine as one, bracing as every spurt of cum you give her with hits with the same level of impact as the previous burst, like fireworks exploding. Can’t make out a clear visual as your vision goes blurry, so you take solace in her arms as the pulse in your loins gradually dies.

Until the only thing you can hear is each other’s heartbeats.

Minnie’s a delicate treasure, one of one. Despite fucking her into shreds mere moments ago, you can’t go out like this: pressing your weight on her, dangerously close to passing out under the afterglow of your own orgasm.

Fortunately, Minnie sees the scene differently, smiling: “Wow.” 

She’s roaming her hands down your arms, warily glancing at the aftermath between your legs. A fresh puddle has formed on the sheets, now stained beyond repair. “That’s—a lot more than I thought,” she remarks, laughing at herself.

“That’s what you do to me,” you say, brushing her hair side, softly kissing her. As you try to pull back, Minnie sinks further, keeping your lips locked a few more precious moments longer. 

You need to take a breather; blink a few times to let everything sink in: that she’s the one who made the advance. Every single opportunity.

And as the mood slowly dies, as both of you stare into each other’s eyes, uncertain of what happens now, her phone rings loudly in the background again.

You give her this look, as if to say: ‘Seriously? In this ungodly hour?’ To which Minnie merely smirks before rolling out of bed. As if this was expected. Hell, she looks surprised that it didn’t happen mid-climax.

Limping out of the bedroom, making a strong case not to fly out tomorrow, even though she won’t have activities for the next few days. Learning from earlier, she hides herself out away from your view before she returns with her phone in hand, throwing it right in your direction, falling short of landing on your face.

“Not this time,” she remarks, wagging her finger, reading your mind. “And for the record, they completely bought it.”

You can only laugh and shrug as Minnie climbs onto your lap, falling into your arms. —————

(A/N: Kind of a quick one, apologies, not really much time to write filth when you're almost graduating. Currently stuck in thesis hell with only a few weeks left before the semester ends, so please bear with me a bit longer. A few months into 2025 and Blind Eyes Red is still one of my favorite K-pop songs released so far, who knew the lyrics were horny as fuck? That made the rest of the idea a lot simpler. Thank you for reading!)

[redr0sewrites]

ATSV Characters with a Goth S/o

heeeeeyyyyyy guys 😇 *slowly sliding the 100+ REQUESTS in my inbox to the side to make room for a new special interest*

🥀Cw: none, mostly fluff!!!

🥀Pairing(s): Hobie x reader, Miles x reader, Miguel x reader, Spot x reader

Hobie

he would LOVE any type of alternative partner tbh- he just LOOOVESSS that ur goth and will support you 100%

people who go against societies expectations/standards and don't fit in with the norm intrigue him, and your style is probably what piqued his interest in the first place

y'all definitely wear matching fits sorry i don't make the rules- hobie just can't pass up the opportunity to match w you!!! whenever you go to meetings within the spider society he always brings you along, regardless of whether or not you're a spiderperson and hobie loves showing off you and your style

MAJOR "THATS MY PARTNER‼️" VIBES

look me in the eyes and tell me hobia would not absolutely rock some funky eyeliner LIKEEEEE- he def lets you practice on him and will do your makeup for you too!!!

hobie loves thrifting with you, there is no way he isn't a major thrifter and you both definitely DIY a lot of your clothes

HE MAKES YOU GUYS MATCHING PUNK BATTLE VESTS FOR YOUR ANNIVERSARY, AND MAKES SURE THAT IT MATCHES UR AESTHETIC AS WELL!!

hobie absolutely has BLESSED music taste, but while he usually listens to rock, punk, dad rock, or post-punk type of music, i def see him enjoying more gothic/new wave music- especially if u introduce it to him!!!

i see him enjoying bauhaus, sisters or mercy, scary bitches, etc- he'll also give YOU a lot of music recommendations and help to expand ur taste!

hobie would also accompany you to any protests or conventions that you wanted to attend, and would act as your scary dog privileges

YOU TWO DEFINITELY GO TO CONCERTS TOGETHER OMG. I TOTALLY SEE THAT AS A SPONTANEOUS DATE THAT YOU TWO ENJOY A LOT

honestly hobie is a lovely partner to have if you are goth, and he's not only supportive but VERY enthusiastic about your fashion and lifestyle!

Miles

hes such a sweetheart!!! he definitely supports you if you're goth and asks a LOOOT of questions lmao

miles draws you and your fashion a lot, and will def design makeup or eyeliner ideas for you too!!! while ik this is more associated with punk, i also see miles drawing you a few custom patches and stuff like that

your kind of like his muse in a way, and miles just really enjoys sketching you, especially since you have such a unique aesthetic and such cool outfits

HE HAS DEFINITELY GRAFFITIED U SOMEWHERE‼️

he loves watching you get ready and do your makeup. seeing you do perfect eyeliner wings and heavy makeup in general lowkey relaxes him, and he just loves admiring you

im sorry but miles knows absolutely nothing about goth music or culture, ur gonna have to introduce him to a lot of the songs/bands!!!

while i don't think he's huge on the music at first, i think it would grow on him over time. its definitely the type of thing that he loves because YOU love it, and he sees how mu much you enjoy it so he starts listening to it as well so he can talk to you about it

i think his favorite band would be the cure, and his fav songs would either be boys dont cry or the walk (both by the cure- idk why thats so specific but they just kinda fit his vibe yk?)

miles likes holding hands a lot, and he loves when you wear rings or gloves or something along those lines because it just reminds him so much of you! your hands just feel different compared to other peoples and he just loves how unique you are

if you have a lot of piercings, miles would definitely ask about them or buy you specific jewelry for piercings!!!!

overall, very very cute and supportive about your style!!! (he lowkey gives bi wife energy, and iyk what in talking ab then ily mwah)

Miguel

he's pretty indifferent to your style at first, i don't see him as the type to judge much based on appearances. its your personality that really throws him for a loop, and a part of him admires your dedication to making yourself look how you want to look and truly living to be your best self, regardless of what others think

if you think miles knows nothing about being goth then be prepared for miguel bc he knows NOTHINGGGG- no music, no history, no political views, zero, zilch, nada, goose egg

if he cares about you i do see him being intrigued about your style, and once you two are officially dating is when he'll show more interest in your personal fashion sense

he strikes me as the type to like, NEVER listen to music, so he literally only listens to the music you like!!! he does find himself occasionally humming the tune of some strawberry switchblade song or casually listening to a siouxsie and the banshees song while he works, and over time you influence him a LOT with your music taste. he definitely associates any and all goth music with YOU, and that's probably why he starts enjoying it.

he's a "hand on you at all times" type of guy, and while he is rarely touchy with others, miguel is definitely keeping you close. your fashion makes that convenient for him, and he loves pulling you into a kiss by grabbing onto your belt loop or something of the sort

miguel loves how you look with and without makeup on and isn't afraid to tell you that, however, he really likes it if you incorporate his colors or color scheme into your makeup one day. he'll never admit it, but you keep catching him admiring you with the smallest smirk on his face every few seconds

if anyone ever gave u shit for what you wear and how you dress, especially someone in the spider society, you'd practically have to restrain miguel from drop kicking them across nueva york- he doesn't want anyone to be rude to you , and while he knows you can stand up for yourself, he just gets protective at times

Spot

goth? whats that???

he's lowkey such a nerd, and spends too much time being science-y and planning on how to beat spiderman to actually get caught up on fashion

spot doesn't know how he pulled you tbh, but he appreciates you nonetheless!!! he thinks you and your aesthetic are something to be admired, and will unabashedly tell EVERYONE he knows about you

he will shoplift any clothing or jewelry that you want, and he'll even take you to other dimensions where there are better alternative clothes as well

spot doesn't really have a face to do makeup on, but he'll offer to do yours for you! surprisingly enough he's pretty good at it, though he does work pretty slowly

spot loves fiddling with your accessories, whenever he's standing near you he's always reaching out to touch you in some way shape or form. he loves playing with any chains or necklaces you wear, and will help adjust them so that they lay correctly

he helps you get ready in the morning!!!!! if ur the type of goth to wear corsets, he makes lacing them up SO easy and will gladly do it for you

i personally hc that spot HATES seeing himself in mirrors/pictures, it reminds him sm of what he used to look like, but he LOVES taking photos of you and your style!! whenever you are wearing a cute outfit or have funky makeup on, spot adores just taking photos of you

if you ever did a makeup look inspired by him and his spots he would probably CRY :(

URGRHHRHHRRR I LOVE ATSV SMMMMMMM!!!! this post will DEFINITELY have a pt2 w more characters!!!!! i swear tho atsv literally pulled me out of the most horrendous burnout ever i FELT the artblock and writing block lift off of my body as i watched it. IM SO INVESTED I MADE A SPIDERSONA...

[linxnnalyn]

i request alot byt i can't hold it in anymore

MY GIRL AIRI GOT NOTHING AND IM NOT ABOUT TO SIT HERE WATCHING MT FAV CHARACTER GET NO ATTENTION

so uhm, airi x goth girl? I'm sorta a goth so i need more goth reader//or just airi dating hc if you want

Airi with a fem! goth! S/O

࣪𖤐.ᐟ note -> THIS IS SUCH A PEAK IDEA POOKIE

࣪𖤐.ᐟ warnings -> none.

࣪𖤐.ᐟ content includes -> fluff, idol x goth, very silly actually, idk what else to add 😓.

۫ ꣑ৎ Being in a relationship with Airi Momoi can be overwhelming sometimes—she’s loud, she’s proud, and she’s an idol through and through. Which means your contrasting aesthetic makes you two stand out everywhere. MMJ fands don’t even know if you’re her girlfriend or her stylist. It’s fun in its own way.

۫ ꣑ৎ Despite how bright and cheerful Airi is in the public eye, she genuinely loves your aesthetic. You were surprised the first time she told you she thought your black lipstick made you look “crazy hot” but she meant every word. She genuinely finds beauty in your darkness, and she’s always asking you to do her eyeliner or help her pick edgy accessories “so we can match, obviously.”

۫ ꣑ৎ Her phone is filled with photos of you—some candid, some posed, and some where she’s clearly using you as her personal dress-up doll. Airi likes showing you off. For some reason people think you’re just her cool best friend, but if you look close enough at her socials, the captions are always full of little inside jokes that only the two of you would understand.

۫ ꣑ৎ She always invites you to idol events even though she knows you’d rather be anywhere else. You still come for her. Airi doesn’t expect you to scream or jump with the crowd, but she’s secretly obsessed with the way you just stand in the back, arms crossed, dressed in black, watching only her. It makes her feel like a rockstar with a personal groupie.

۫ ꣑ৎ Airi loves getting ready with you. She’ll sit cross-legged on your bed in one of your oversized band shirts, surrounded by makeup and hair products, chatting your ear off while you do her hair. She pretends to pout when you tease her for being high maintenance but she adores the way your dark-painted nails look so gentle in her hair.

۫ ꣑ৎ She keeps a stash of your favorite snacks and drinks in her room. Even if she doesn’t like the taste, she’ll always have them ready for when you visit. And if you’re ever running late, she gets a little antsy—not because she doubts you, but because the day just feels off without seeing you in the corner of the mirror, watching her touch-ups.

۫ ꣑ৎ There’s a matching ring set she impulsively bought when she saw one that looked like something you’d wear—black metal, thorn-like texture. Yours fits your vibe perfectly. Hers clashes with her pastel outfits and sparkling accessories but she never takes it off. She fiddles with it constantly, especially when you’re not around.

۫ ꣑ৎ Airi gets adorably nervous around your goth friends. She always feels like they’re silently judging her for being “too pink” or “too sparkly.” You have to hold her hand under the table during group hangouts because she starts overthinking every sentence. But your friends actually like her a lot—she just can’t tell yet because they’re not the bubbly type. Not everyone says “I love you” like idols, Airi.

۫ ꣑ৎ She writes love songs about you. Lots of them. Some are obvious—full of dark metaphors, longing stares, and the thrill of opposites attracting. Some are hidden away in her notebooks, a little too personal to be shared. When she’s really missing you, she hums them under her breath during rehearsals. It’s her way of keeping you close.

۫ ꣑ৎ Airi doesn’t understand your obsession with rainy weather and graveyards, but she will still walk with you through a misty cemetery at dusk if you ask her to. She clings to your arm the entire time, pretending she’s not scared. But when you laugh and say she’s dramatic, Airi smiles—not because she’s brave, but because being with you makes even the darkest places feel warm.

[twiceinawhile]

what ogre characters smell like

wherever bill goes, ogre must follow ! i cannot resist talking about him (please be warned i am about to pull characters out of my ass that exist only in theory buckle up)

pavi largo

- clean, VERY clean, like two showers a day clean

- he has lots of VERY flowery perfumes that correspond with his outfit colors somehow

- a hint of food ! the kind of food smell that interests you, like a bakery or a fruit salad

the twin

- while all the other carnies smell like sickeningly sweet candy, the twin smells like salt

- there's only an undertone of what everything else smells like

- he's leathery and salty and VERY thick with alcohol (scary scents)

harper alexander

- stealing lukas' idea: women's perfume

- except he fishes it out of the pockets and bags of ladies they target (as he does makeup and stuff)

- NEVER smells bad. a bad bitch can't have flies

iggy

- 🤢

- oh my god he's every dead animal thrown into a pot and boiled

- you'd think the smell of trees and forest makes it better but somehow it's actually worse !

walter (blood oranges)

- any smell that's like. Nothing. but still something

- freshly washed clothes, grass, windows, refrigerator air, maybe a little shavs and cologne

- he is so normal it makes me ill

kitty (that Thang from demonatrix)

- yes we named it kitty

- it smells like a CAT and SWEAT but NOT BAD SWEAT

- also probably hell which i would assume is fire and stone and whatever

the other (skpuppy final tour alien)

- the scent of a plant that does not grow here and never will

- incredibly comforting

- can bend pheromones at will + releases the smell of burning rubber when frightened

mythrus (skpuppy mythrus tour)

- DO NOT COME AT ME HE IS MY FAVORITE I NAMED HIM AND GAVE HIM A PERSONALITY FOR MY OWN SANITY

- anyway. blood and vomit and rotting meat and chainsaw fuel

- generally disgusting, mixed with all sorts of body fluid judging by his tubes and wires (probably the last thing youll ever smell whether you see him coming or not)

ok this isnt an ogre but i love him a lot and hes loosely related so here's my opinions on squelch from that weird 1990 trailer for chunk blower

- he's played by dwayne its close enough

- probably very leathery and very weed-y

- although i see him smelling like a lot of hair products and. Once again our friend cologne

thanks for coming to my TED talk part 2

[tyudearyous]

trees with withered leaves - s.mg

pairing : older mingi x younger f! reader

genre : angst

warnings : infidelity, cheating, manipulative reader, and pathetic loser mingi. reader is so morally grey so take caution.

author's note : had this idea after reading tears on a withered flower and missed writing so much, so here it is 🤍

NOT PROOF READ! and is also a quick write so kinda messy ig :'D

masterlist

...

everyone has desires and some would go through lengths to get what they desire, and so do you. the winds are blowing and down the street, opened a small but comfy coffee shop. that was where you met mingi. someone older than you, your desire. to know someone, you had to make an impression so you did what others would, become a regular in the shop for mingi to notice you.

"when is your shift ending?" you asked while he was making your order. "pardon? why would you like to know?" he appeared very confused, but all you did was smile and gazed straight at him. "i'd like for us to know each other" he was confused, his eyes were wide and his mouth gaped open. "well, that was straightforward" he tried to laugh it off before continuing to finish your order. "but sadly, i have someone already" he declared before giving you your order. did he really think you'd give up just like that?

...

somehow, you did succeed bringing him to get a meal with you. you waited for his shift to finish and played dumb when you came across him on the street.

"oh? fancy seeing you here" you approached him. he was shocked, again. "oh, hi" he smiled awkwardly. he's definitely uncomfortable but it takes time right? you're a patient person. then his phone suddenly rang blaringly. he excused himself to take the phone call but when he did, some random men came up to him. judging by their outfits, they're debt collectors.

"i paid the loan for this month already, why are you here again?" mingi asked them. they didn't care though and started pestering mingi about the debt. you stayed behind, it wasn't your place to interfere now, perhaps later but not now. soon the debt collectors left and mingi's face became sour.

"i apologize for that" he gave you a very artificial smile which you replied with another smile. "would you like to destress?" you asked him. "again miss, i have some–" "relax, we still can be friends right? think of it as friends helping one another? so, what do you say?" and with that, you successfully created the first bait for the lost cat. the lost cat took your bait happily. with a little bit of booze and coercion, he became relaxed, way more relaxed.

"how old are you, miss?" he asked, words slurred already as he's drunk. "25, you?" you continued to pour out booze for him while taking sips yourself as well. "me? i'm an old man. sigh 31 and nothing yet. don't be like me okay, missy" he laughed. "it's y/n" you told him. "i know" mingi smiled at you with the dumbest grin you ever seen on someone and yet all that just made you fall even deeper (and ultimately made you want him even more, it's bad at this point).

"ahjussi, are you married?" you jokingly asked him. "ah so i'm an ahjussi now? but yeah i am" his smile that was bright dimmed now. "then why aren't you wearing your ring?" you took his right hand and played with his fingers.

"mmm, its a long story" mingi pulled back his hands before taking another shot. "i'm willing to listen though?" he hesitated for a moment but then he began telling on the story of two young lovers who thought their love was going to last forever so thus they tied the knot but everything started to crash, fall into pieces afterwards. debts, suspicions, rage, all towards one another, causing unfillable cracks in the marriage.

"then why don't you leave?" you ask him. "well, despite all... i still... wish things would go back and you know, maybe we'll fall in love again?" the pain in his eyes hurt you. he looked so helpless and he can't even properly smile because of how pained he was. that night, you walked him back to his apartment, greeted by an empty apartment where his so called wife isn't even present. mingi didn't even look for her, he just came to his room and crashed down to sleep.

...

it became a routine, for you to wait for his shift and walk mingi home. he slowly got used to you and started to become comfortable with you. but on this particular day, he didn't immediately go in. you noticed this too. his apartment wasn't quiet, it was noisy. it wasn't the good noisy too. it was the sound of people making love. mingi froze in front of his door. for a second, he tried to run away but you stopped him.

"why're you running away?" you stood next to him. he stood there in silence listening to his beloved connecting with someone else. tears started to decorate his conflicted face. "go in, get the closure you've always wanted." you guided his hands to open the door and the pandora box was open.

the foyer was decorated with shoes and clothes and the noise became louder and clearer. mingi hesitated at first but soon strutted towards his shared room before slamming the door open. his "wife" and her fling realized mingi's presence and stopped whatever they were doing. "m-mingi? why are you home so early?" she tried to distract mingi but it was all too late. "if you wanted a break i would've gave you, you know." he told her, betrayed and angry. "who is this? is it the cousin you said you lived with?" her fling asked her while tidying himself up. "uh... um... yeah, let's just go somewhere else, okay?" she tried to escape but mingi grabbed her wrists. "hey what are you!" "so that's how you're going to play?" mingi asked her. his tears finally drop and his face screamed of betrayal. "i worked day and night to pay off the debt you made me take, and this is how you're paying me off!?" he screamed. she struggled to wiggle herself out of his hold before slapping him. "this is your fault, song mingi. did you ever love me!? do you think i'd be content with a guy who barely gives me love? i need love mingi, and you gave me none and i found it in soohyun. it's better even to be with a younger guy" she said before leaving.

you stood in front of the apartment door when you saw the two left. you stared at the two of them, blocking their exit. "who are you? just get the f*ck out" she shoo-ed you away but you grabbed her by the hair. "thank you for your service, you bitch." then you gave her a well deserved slap that made you get another slap from her fling. "soohyun, let's just go" and the two left. birds of a feather will always stick together you suppose, so do trashes then.

you then closed the door to go into the bedroom where mingi is crouched down crying and screaming. he looked so pathetic, like he had lost a fragment of his soul. this is what you wanted, but it hurts. seeing him like this hurts. you then sat next to him before brushing his hair slightly. you took him into a hug where he cried endlessly throughout the night. the wet patch on your coat didn't matter as you got what you wanted and things went as planned. it's only a matter of time until you get what you wanted now.

...

he needed time to recover and you gave him that. he didn't want to come home for weeks and decided to stay in a nearby motel since it was cheaper than a hotel. you offered him your place already but he refused. you decided to just pay his stay at the motel, that was the best you could do for him at the moment.

"y/n, i told you to not to" said mingi. "friends have each other's backs, don't they?" you send a smile on his way, while focusing on the road. "i feel like a fleabag with you" he joked. "well, i am willing to take care of that fleabag, so rest up" you continued driving while mingi stayed silent.

"just how long are you going to keep this up?" he asked you. "what this?" you asked him back. "this whole entire thing, y/n. you're wasting your time on me i swear. you don't deserve to be with a useless man like me, please stop liking me." you immediately drove off to a convenience store where you parked your car in front of the store.

"well, i can choose to do what i want to right? so i'm doing what i want to do? is it wrong? say, mingi. am i bothering you with me doing what i want?" you stared at him while he struggled to create a proper response. "i chose to like you, i chose to pursue you, it's that simple. well good thing is, i am a patient person. so i can wait for you, mingi" you continued to stare at him while he can't even look back at you. "then will you let me do what i want?" only then did his gaze met yours. he was hesitating but you gave him the warmest smile you could pull up that moment. "sigh, youngsters are hard to control" complained mingi.

there you have it. the lost cat took the bait, happily, left its' horrid owner, and accepted you as their owner, finally.

[holylulusworld]

Backpack - Kinktober 17

Summary: You've got a new neighbor.

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Kink: Thigh riding

Warnings: ogling, cocky reader, thigh riding, implied smut

Idea by: @dawn-petrichor-world

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

You were about to spend your Friday night like every Friday night. The bathtub was waiting for you, along with a glass of wine and a book or your vibrator. Whatever would make you fall asleep sooner?

That was until your eyes landed on your new neighbor. A cigarette dangling from his mouth as he watches you. He puffs on the cigarette, inhaling deeply as you watch him with curiosity.

“Who is that?” You crane your neck to get a better look at the man standing across the street. He flips the cigarette away and nods in your direction. “What is he up to?” Licking your lips, you watch the man turn around. He uses a remote control to open the garage. 

“That’s the new neighbor. I think his name is Teller,” you dip your head to glance at your neighbor, Patsy. If anything happens in your neighborhood, Patsy is the person you go to. She knows everything about everyone. “I think he’s a biker or something.”

“A biker.” Oh, your Friday night just got interesting. Your new neighbor rolls his bike backward out of the garage. “Maybe our little neighborhood gets a bit more interesting now.”

“I hope he doesn’t throw loud parties and lure more bikers in,” Patsy wrinkles her nose as the bike roars to life.

“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” you tut. Your eyes are glued to your new neighbor’s bike. You always had a thing for bikes. Sadly, you never were brave enough to ride a bike. You always chickened out.

“That monster is loud, and stinks,” she points at the bike. “I will make a note and talk to the other neighbors about that…uh…”

“It’s a Harley-Davidson Dyna Super Glide Sport,” you roll your eyes as she takes notes. “If you want to complain about it, you should know its name.” 

Two weeks later you’re watching your neighbor again. Watching him became your newest hobby. Whenever he works on his bike or prepares to go on a ride, you watch him.

Today you pretend to water your roses as he rolls his bike out of the garage. All you know about the mysterious man haunting your dreams is his name. Jax Teller. 

You sigh as you imagine becoming his backpack. Your legs and arms slung around his body while you go on a ride with him.

“Maybe I should talk to him,” you say to yourself. If you want your fantasies to come true, you must talk to him eventually. “I can do this.”

Placing the watering can on the ground you take a deep breath.

You’re wearing your favorite summer dress and light makeup. Usually, you don’t wear this kind of outfit at home, but you want to impress your new neighbor.

You cheer yourself up while walking toward your neighbor. He sits on his bike, smoking a cigarette. His eyes are glued to you step toward him and his bike.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” he replies, smirking as you put one hand on your hips, and push your tits out. “I’m Jax. Your new neighbor.”

“I know,” you take the cigarette out of his hand to take a puff. You try not to cough, not used to smoking. “I like your bike.”

“Thanks,” Jax grins. He’s got a lot of women fawning all over him and wonders if you are different. “What’s your name? I didn’t get it.”

“It’s Y/N,” stepping closer to his bike you run your fingertips over the handlebars. “Excuse me, but…can I go for a ride?” You look him straight in the eyes, holding his intense gaze as you try not to show that you’re nervous as hell.

“Sure baby,” he grins. “Let me get a helmet.”

“Oh,” you move your hand to his thigh, gently squeezing it, “I didn’t mean the bike.” 

He inhales sharply, but his eyes darken. “You’re a bold one,” Jax smirks darkly. “How about we go on a ride with my Harley, and you can get that ride later…”

Just as promised, Jax took you on a ride. You enjoyed every minute. It was just like you always imagined. Wild, and free.

But your night didn’t end when he drove back inside his garage. 

Jax didn’t let you chicken out. He took you to his home, whispering filthy words in your ear as you tried not to pounce on him right on the front porch.

Now, in his bedroom you watch him sit on his bed as he watches you like a hawk in return. 

“I want you to take off your panties,” Jax demands. He holds out his hand and clicks his tongue when you take too long. “No thinking. Take off your panties and come here.”

His voice raspy voice goes straight to your core. “Okay.” You breathe out as you move your hands under your dress to shove your panties down your legs. You step out of your panties and pick them up.

“Come here,” he pats his thigh. “I want you to go on the ride of your life,” Jax smirks as you place your panties in his hands. He presses the fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply. “Your pussy smells so good.”

You make an odd noise. No man ever told you that your pussy smells good. “How? I mean…”

“Take what you want.” Jax points at his lap, but you have other plans. You straddle his lap and grip his shoulder for balance. 

“I wanna ride,” you wrap one arm around his shoulders, “your thigh. It looks so inviting.”

He laughs and throws his head back. “Go ahead, baby. When you are done, I’m going to ride your pussy until you beg me to stop.”

Ignoring his mocking tone, you sit on his thigh and wiggle your hips.

“You’re mine,” you purr against his lips as you try to find the perfect position. 

When you feel comfortable on top of Jax, you slowly start rocking back and forth on his thigh. It feels good, and sinful at the same time. Jax is a stranger to you, but here you are eagerly riding his thigh.

“Yeah, fuck yourself on my leg, sweetness. I want you to make yourself cum. Rub that pretty clit,” he breathes against your lips. “Fuck, me baby. Come on.”

“Ah,” you whine loudly as you drag your pussy over Jax’s leg. “Fuck. This feels so good. I’m gonna soak your pants.”

“Do it,” Jax’s breathing quickens. “I want to be a good girl and soak my pants and thigh. I want to smell like your cunt.”

 Jax grips your hips, now guiding your movement to get you off as fast as possible. Your moans turn into cries, and he smirks. 

He knows you are going to be his after tonight. Jax can hardly wait to ruin your pussy thoroughly. 

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[oryu404]

What is your opinion on Sting Eucliffe's queer coding?

I’m going to try to keep this as short and sensible as I can, but–You know what? who am I kidding. I know me, and I’ll go ahead and predict this is going to be anything but short or sensible. Buckle up.

Queer coding. The implication that a character is queer through subtext. So the thing is that Fairy Tail is made by Japanese person in Japan, so there's probably a lot that gets lost in translation, or that I interpret very differently because I'm Western European. That being said, I'll share my thoughts on what's commonly pointed out as subtext, as well as the stuff that stands out to me.

First up: Sting's clothing. The fur, the crop top, the single earring (in his left ear; in case you were wondering, that's not the supposed Gay Ear from the 80s/90s)the whatever situation he’s got going on there with his pants that reminds me of cowboy chaps… Yeah, I see it. I definitely see it. I know not to judge a book by its cover, but Sting's outfits don't exactly scream heterosexuality to me, even in the world of Fairy Tail fashion.

Another thing that’s mentioned a lot is his feelings for Natsu. I say feelings because some call it admiration, others call it bromance, some like the idea that there’s romantic attraction involved. I personally think Sting views Natsu as a goal he has set for himself. He wants to be like him, measure up to him in strength and spirit. That's what I'm getting from the way their dynamic is presented. Sting has looked up to Natsu from a young age, when Natsu was 7 years his senior. This was already the case before the dragons slayers traveled through the eclipse gate, and it was the same way before the Tenrou crew disappeared. Because he was still so young when this admiration started, it feels more like a mentor/older brother thing than any queer hint.

What does stand out to me and I've mentioned this often is the harmony between Sting and Rogue. Everything about the way they were presented when we got to know them as new characters. Two mages wielding opposite elements in perfect sync. Their ability to do Unison Raids as if it's nothing. It's giving that “Historians would say they were best friends” vibe. They'll likely never become a canon couple, but they've been presented as a unit from the very start, their names are usually mentioned within the same breath.

I know you specifically asked about Sting, but I also know you love Rogue, so consider this a bonus track:

I think Rogue actually has more of that queer subtext than Sting does. His name alone, “going rogue” can be used to describe behaving against what's considered the norm. Now add in the fact that he was ashamed of his name and its meaning when he was young, and then chose to go by Ryos for a while. He later went back to Rogue, implying he reached a point of self acceptance.

Honoring his name, he was pretty much the outlier within the Sabertooth of the GmG. What made him stand out was that he was kinder, more caring and sympathetic–traits that were considered weaknesses in Jiemmas’s Sabertooth. You know what these traits are also typically associated with? Femininity, which also tends to be a gay criterion.

(Just to be clear, I don't agree with the notion that femininity equals to weakness or gayness, and I think gendering traits is frankly quite ridiculous. I'm just analyzing and seeing some parallels to the toxicity from Sabertooth and that of the real world. Sadly homophobia and misogyny go hand in hand.)

Then there was the “as long as he's here” line. Sorry Rogue, but entrusting your life and sanity to the hands of another man and his proximity to you sounds pretty gay to me.

Back to Sting.

Other, smaller things I'd consider possible queer subtext are:

- he sure likes to fight dudes and watch dudes fight each other.

- he’s never shown to have any interest in women, while I’m sure girls would throw themselves at him because he and Sabertooth were pretty popular.

I probably forgot stuff, despite this post already being longer than a Monday morning without coffee, but I'm calling it a day. I'll end with this official artwork. Are we still considering this subtext, or is this just text? A flashing, multicolor neon sign? Up to you to decide.

PS: past me was right. this was neither short nor sensible.

[yuckydraws]

Hello! Could I have a matchup please? ^^

Hobbies: I LOVE LOVE horror and scary things! You can say I am obssesed with horror. I like games very much (especially older ones) but I suck at them, I also enjoy art, anime and drawing. I am also big fan of dentistry and the topic of teeth. I am going to a school for being dentist technician and then dentist assistant! Also Im big into BDSM and topics like that

I am an Ambivert!

I enjoy going out with friends outside when it comes to outdoor activites! However not when its very hot outside! But I enjoy staying outdoors too, to be honest im quite lazy

I hate being active </3 like I said im quite lazy :''D working out is a big no no for me but I do like walking with someone and enjoying the company

I would say when it comes to communication Im like,,, 8-10 I like to overshare a lot!! I say a lot of weird stuff so people might think im offputting but I try to be as nice as possible. Also I make A LOT of jokes, many of them might be sexual lol. I never want to make somebody uncomfortable, but sometimes it happens :((

A deal breaker for me is somebody who judges me and laughs at my looks or personality traits (like being actually mean, not trying to be funny which I agreed on)

My dream date would be just hanging out with my lover! It can be their idea what they want to do! Hmm however I always dreamed of going to a fancy restaurant that is quite pricy :''D

Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day, also no pressure to do mine, its okay! :3

I match you with Midas!

He likes horror, not to the extent you do but he's not squeamish or phased by it at all and finds it usually entertaining. He enjoys listening to people talk about niche topics and would happily listen to you talk about teeth or horror. He's an extrovert... barely so I think you would be a good match there, too. He doesn't have a preference on indoor or outdoor activities, he just likes to be entertained. A bored Midas is a dangerous Midas.

Lazy? Well, he's the definition of lazy, so you guys will hit it off great. He can't be bothered to work out, he'd much rather sleep until noon or binge watch a series with you. He gives off the appearance of an open book, completely lacking any normal amount of shame. It's the deeper stuff he has a hard time talking about sometimes, but he hates lying. Ask the right question and ignore his habit of changing the subject, and he'll open up soon enough.

Due to his complete lack of shame, he also has a sense of humor that some people find off-putting, but you two will hit it off. However, he is also the skele that never judges. He might tease you lightheartedly in a way he knows you're okay with, but genuinely? He doesn't really judge anyone. He's had a rough go of it, and he's hit complete rock bottom before while taking the person he loved the most at the time down with him. He's not the one to judge anyone.

Fancy restaurant? Sure, he'll take you there (a privilege only you get because he's rather stingy with his money), but you guys are gonna wear ridiculous outfits chosen by the other.

He's a silly, fun-loving partner who deep down is your biggest supporter.

[bartonsparrow25]

Finally posting part 1 of my original story! This will be multiple chapters, maybe even a book someday!

Likes, comments and replies appreciated-please be kind, I'm new at this! Also, don't plagiarize my work.

Mentions of psychiatric care, murder, blood, and scary supernatural things ahead. Please don't read if these bother you.

Tagging @e-dubbc11 @trickphotography2 @roosterforme

Hello reader! My name is…well, my real name isn’t important, but for the purposes of this story, my name is Eden. Eden Clarke.  Now, you may be asking yourself “Why is this crazy woman talking (writing?) to us like this? I didn’t settle on this story for the author to talk to me, I chose it to read a murder mystery!” Well, to be honest, I’m talking to you right now because it is the only way for me to talk about the events that happened without ending up in psychiatric care. Now I know you found this in the mystery section of wherever you get your reading material from, but hand to whatever Deity exists, what transpired is true. Turning this into work of fiction is another way of keeping me out of an institution, since none of what went down is remotely believable, and even the trained police investigating the case agree. As a way of protecting those involved, I am changing names, dates and not naming the places where things happened. That doesn’t make what happened any less real, or any less terrifying. I also agreed to wait a minimum of a year to publish this, in the hope that the memories of those involved would have faded some. In short, dear reader, I wrote this work of non-fiction fiction not to make it big, but in the hope that it gives me some peace from my nightmares.

Before these events, I wasn’t what you would call a hardcore believer in religion, the paranormal, or things associated with them. I was curious for sure, but never actually put much stock in so-called hauntings, possessions, ghost hitchhiker stories, aliens etc. My mind was open to the idea, but in a novel way. I am a writer after all, and it is my job to indulge my imagination as much as possible while still being able to return to the real world. After what I experienced while researching this book, you can call me a 100% believer in all of it. Hauntings are real? Yes. Do possessions happen? Absolutely. Can these things combine to drive someone crazy enough to commit murder? Without a doubt. Can that person be reliably tried for their crimes when all the eyewitness testimony sounds like something out of a Hollywood movie? That question may never be answered, since that person is dead, and no one else is going to go on record in any kind of official capacity to explain what happened inside that house. In fact, I don’t even know what the official reports do or will say, because the department that handled it is doing its damndest to bury (ha!) the entire thing.

Things started out normally, or as close to normal as life generally gets. The day I was set to interview the homicide detective with my local police department, I rolled out of bed and looked at the chic outfit I put together the night before and hung from my bedroom door to keep it wrinkle-free. Classic cut grey pantsuit, crisp white linen shirt, and dove grey Louboutin heels (don’t judge me, I saved months, MONTHS for them!). Normally when I’m writing at home, I admit I look like a college freshman that couldn’t be bothered to wear real clothes-sweat pants, leggings, oversized shirts, you get the idea. I do shower and shave my legs every day, but the whole makeup and hair thing eludes me when I am in writing mode. No one is around to see me then anyway, so it doesn’t really matter, in my opinion. It’s not like I go live on social media when I’m hip deep in a book. That day however, I was meeting with a homicide detective, and I decided that looking a little extra professional would go a long way toward making sure this interview went smoothly. This wasn’t an interview the detective had voluntarily agreed to, and I wanted to make sure he didn’t feel like I was wasting his time. 

I got up, had breakfast and coffee, showered and did the hair and makeup thing, then got dressed. I slipped into my killer heels, grabbed my tote bag and purse, then made my way out the door. I drive a 5-year-old Mini Cooper and was debating running it through a quick car wash since I was ahead of schedule, then decided against it. It’s not like Detective Burke was going to see my car anyway, right? I made the short drive from my cute Cape Cod style cottage to the police precinct for my interview. There wasn’t going to be anything special about the interview itself, just some standard questions about procedure in handling and investigating a homicide. I was hoping to add a ride along at some point, just to get a feel for the details. I like to be accurate in my writing and I know it drives the police crazy when things in movies and television are wrong. The little details matter!

I approached the front desk, gave the officer my name, told him I had an appointment with Detective Burke, then prepared to sit down and wait. Just as I turned to find a seat out of the way, Detective Burke walked in from outside, strode over to me with his hand outstretched and a “let’s get this over with” look in his eyes. “Ms. Clarke?”, he asked. “That’s me!”, I said as I took a step forward to shake his hand. “Was that you I saw pull in driving the black Mini?” “It was,” I responded, not liking where I thought this was going. “It’s nice, but it could really use a wash.” he said with a smirk. Damn. I knew I should have hit the car wash before this meeting. I gave him a thin smile, not knowing how to politely respond when my instinct was to roll my eyes and ask if he was going to wash it for me, because if not, then he should shut his yap. Instead, I made a vague “hmm” sound in my throat, then asked “Should we step into your office?” “Follow me.”

I found myself hurrying to keep up as Detective Burke strode with purpose toward his office. He had at least a foot on me in height, most of it leg, and walked at what was almost a jogging pace for me. I could hear the steady click-click-click of my heels on the concrete floor and told myself to slow down just a little, so he wouldn’t be able to hear how fast I was having to walk.

After a minute or two he ushered me into a medium sized office with a faux wood desk, a small window set high up in one wall, a desktop computer, uncomfortable looking chair set in front of the desk for visitors, a filing cabinet in one corner, and various file boxes scattered around. It looked like he had just moved into the office-there weren’t any of the usual personal touches anywhere, and the room felt sterile, like it hadn’t been used in a while.

He pulled the chair in front of his desk out for me, dusted the seat off then motioned for me to have a seat. “Sorry about the mess. I just moved to this precinct and haven’t had a chance to organize everything yet.” Score one for my powers of observation.

 “No problem, I’ve been in my office for 4 years and sometimes it still looks like I just moved in” I said with a smile, thinking about the current state of my office, with old newspapers, various books on various subjects, and general clutter scattered everywhere. I made a mental note to put things away once I got home. No point in starting a new book if stuff from the last one was still scattered around everywhere, right?

“Do you work from home or rent office space?” he asked politely as he sat behind his desk, moving a stack of what looked like eyewitness statements out of the way as he did. “I work from home. I moved here about 4 years ago. Things are unpacked and I’m settled into my house, but after finishing a book I sometimes forget to organize the paperwork and put it away before starting the next one. Once the idea for a new book hits I can be pretty single minded and end up with tunnel vision until I start getting things on paper.” I wasn’t sure why I explained all of that to him when a simple answer would have worked just as well. There was something about him that inspired conversation I supposed. I bet he’s hell on suspects I thought to myself as I unzipped my tote bag and pulled out my iPad with its attached keyboard. “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?” I asked him. “That’s usually my line” he responded with a grin. The grin changed the whole look of his face. When we shook hands, he had what I call cop-face. Eyes that look like they have seen too much, a slightly grim set to his mouth, and a certain air of authority and presence that made me think he could easily look like someone you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley at night. The grin made him look younger, and lighter somehow. He was a big man, tall with broad shoulders, hazel eyes and dark brown hair, and a tattoo peeking out from underneath the rolled-up sleeve of his button-down shirt. He was dressed in pressed khakis and his shoes were polished, but he looked like he would rather be in jeans and boots. Guess I wasn’t the only one who had decided to try and make a professional first impression.

“Nothing wrong with a little role reversal” I responded flippantly, before it occurred to me that that statement could be taken several ways, none of them exactly polite. Rather than try to cover that statement with something else that was bound to be just as embarrassing, I moved forward from it with a slight head shake. “I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me. I’m sure you have other things to do, and I promise not to take up too much of your time. My questions are fairly routine this time, and if you don’t mind, as I have more, I may email them to you. I told your chief I would add a special thank you to both you and the department once the book is done. If you don’t want your name out there, I can just put something vague referring to a detective. “As long as the book isn’t completely ridiculous, you can add my name in it. It’s not like you’re going to be getting classified information.” “Unless you felt like passing on some inside secrets of the trade, I would say your name going in the thanks portion of the book is safe”, I said. “I guess my first question is, have you ever investigated a murder in which the defense was that a demon or ghost made them do it? Or been on a case in which the suspect claims that they believed the other person was possessed/haunted and had to be killed?”

“That’s a hell of a question Ms. Clarke,” he said. “Guess I know what your book is about now. No, I can’t say I have ever been on a case that had anything spooky about it. Mostly murder cases are violent, sad, and senseless. I’ve never been on one that had more than the usual amount of mystery.”

“What would you call a “normal amount” of mystery Detective,” I asked curiously.

“Please, call me Leo. Motive that isn’t straight forward, sometimes the way someone was killed, that kind of thing,” he replied looking a little tired. I didn’t want him to go down a path that would end the interview early, so I hurried to ask my next question.

“Leo. Have you ever been to a murder scene at what would be called a haunted spot? In fact, are there any haunted houses here? I’m still learning about things in town and haven’t really explored much.”

“As far as I know there aren’t many places that people are willing to admit could be haunted, outside of the county courthouse, and one or two other historic places. Most people here don’t go around talking about believing in ghosts and demons in polite conversation. If you’re going to make this town your home, you should get out and explore it Ms. Clarke,” he said with a smirk. I felt like my line of questioning was amusing to him, and maybe a little ridiculous.

“Please, call me Eden. I’ve done the usual stuff, explored the main drag and some of the shops, found a favorite pizza place, but I’ll admit writing takes up most of my time. I guess going to the gym doesn’t count as exploring either,” I said. “Not really,” he said. “I’ll try harder in the future. How would you handle a case in which the motive behind the crime centered on the paranormal, not something tangible? What would you even put in the initial report? Would that be an immediate insanity plea?”

“Well, I’m not a lawyer, but I think if a suspect was claiming possession or that the devil made them do it, any defense lawyer would set them up for an insanity plea. I can’t say what I would put in the report, beyond what was on the scene, and what the suspect said and did. Straightforward facts. If something spooky happened, I probably wouldn’t notice or give it any credence. In my experience, people don’t need ghosts to make them do horrible things to each other,” he said with a touch of sadness in his voice. I felt like Leo needed a long vacation somewhere far away from his job. He gave off an air of burn-out that I had seen before when interviewing cops in other big cities like New York. It might be time to rotate him to another unit, I thought to myself. Then I gave myself a mental head shake. It wasn’t my job to analyze this man or his job. His chief would move him if he needed to. My job was to wrap this up, schedule a ride along, and hopefully leave with a way to ask him more questions if I needed to.

I realized I had paused for too long, and must have a sympathetic look on my face, because he was looking at me oddly. “Sorry about that, I went down a mental rabbit hole,” I said sheepishly. “Would you be open to thinking that last question over and letting me know if you come up with anything? Mostly I’m curious what you would write-up if you came upon a scene and there was supernatural activity going on that you saw with your own eyes. Levitation, a ghost, things moving on their own, stuff like that. Any insight is helpful at this stage.”

“I’ll think it over, but if I give myself nightmares, I’ll be knocking on your door, no matter what time of day or night it is. Horror isn’t my thing for a reason” he said half-jokingly.

“Well Leo, if thinking my questions over gives you nightmares bad enough to knock on my door, I’ll assume my book is going to be good and terrifying, which is what I’m aiming for,” I said with a grin. I love horror and this was going to be my first real foray into blending horror with a murder mystery police procedural. I wasn’t sure how it was going to go, but if I could give my consultants the shivers, that was a good start. Mostly I’ve written your standard murder mysteries, with maybe a little weird thrown in, but never anything full on supernatural before. Little did I know that my pursual of facts for a fictional book would lead to stumbling on an actual case of haunting and possession, murder, and the most terrifying night of my life.

[truth-and-compassion]

Ooc: this one is just written to be dumb silly goofy because I'm bored and need sillies

Dear Journal

I deeply apologize for how personal this may deem or how questionable.

But I discovered something while admittedly searching for shadow milk cookie's diary. Maybe in hopes to find some answers to the things he refuses to inform me of. I'm sickly worried for him. Please do not judge me for prying into such private matters.

But I found some, well lingerie. Very risque ones. I'm wondering why on earthbread would he and key word here is MAKE it. It's not bought. He made this, I've seen the exact materials in his sewing area. Was this for me? Why..? Does that seem dense? I'm unsure of this even fits him, it's small. He's taller than me.

It's rather strange and that's not the only questionable things I discovered in his room. He has a giant and I mean comically large plush collection. They're all of rabbits, dragons and cats and singular plush of me..I think it's the voodoo doll.

maybe I'm snooping too much and allowing myself to overthink. I've been letting myself think of rather inappropriate matters.

but alas I left that bedroom with only more questions than answers. Now my mind is slipping again thinking about that outfit writing this. I still don't know what's fully bothering him besides potentially hormones and empty nest syndrome starting to hit him. However something I've noticed while assisting healer in learning healing spells, he too has detected this odd floral scent.

its not any of my flowers and I find it strange.. I don't mind it though. It's just new to me.

but healer is learning spells extremely well. He's definitely a me.

Though I did find A diary of his but it's a new one with only one entry and it's about slipping over in some mud and feeling embarrassed. It reads.

"dear diary, it's been raining all day today, I decided to check if I can walk in wet conditions and that was clearly a mistake because I slipped over after my knee gave out on me and I fell over in a mud puddle. My dough, hair and clothing was all muddied. I felt DISGUSTING. I had to teleport to the bathroom because I would rather die than let someone see me hurt and muddy. I looked like a sad wet cat and that's the last thing I need right now. The shower sucked too, I was too cold and the shower wasn't warm because this one was broken. I genuinely felt like sobbing and bawling my eyes out. Nilly wasn't around for comfort either. He's busy with talking to clotted cream cookie again. I hate this. I hate feeling so alone and defenseless. I'm an adult and yet the idea of something as simple as a bad 30 minutes makes me cry every time I think about it. I'm too emotional sometimes and i hate it."

I just feel bad for him.

I wish I was there.

[seobzstars]

Paradox live and P1harmony as duos: Part 1

Note: This is just for funsies cuz Im such a paralive and p1h girlie. God, I need to finish the drama tracks ueueueue anyways, to those who commented and reblogged their own ideas, ily and ty. Lets start! <3

Jongseob and Nayuta

Mind you, these two may seem laid-back, quiet, and reserved—which they are—but put them in a studio, and I’m SURE you’ll get the song of the year. Both are incredibly talented and passionate about their crafts, and they seem like the type to share hobbies like trading Pokémon cards and playing video games together.

Soul would be included in their little shenanigans, as well, obviously since Soul and Seobie are best friends, too. Would Nayuta feel a bit weirded out by Soul? Absolutely not, he knows Ryu LOL.

Keeho and Anne Faulkner

These two are such a great match since they are both very fashion-driven. Anne would recommend outfits for Keeho, and vice versa—Keeho would absolutely love Anne’s creativity and way of thinking. Anne and Keeho share this quality of being charming and charismatic with a strong sense of leadership, yet they are so gentle with their loved ones. It’s so sweet.

Knowing how Anne values loyalty and dedication, they would absolutely find Soul and Keeho’s relationship endearing and admirable maybe even see themselves in Keeho since they also care so deeply about their own friends.

Intak and Allen Sugasano

These two would be such a playful pair since they have this bright and energetic personality, very puppy like ueueueeu. Both love being flashy and are dynamic with their performances. I feel like they would do silly competitions and help each other out. Lastly, both are very creative and expressive music wise its so cute.

They would admire each other knowing how hard they work and how far they’ve gotten. This duo is just sunshine and peanut butter LMAO

Soul and Ryu Natsume

You might be thinking I’m saying this just because they’re both weird, and yeah, you’re correct. However, it’s more about how they’re often misunderstood or even babied since their eccentric personalities are what make them stand out. They would understand each other so well because they don’t care about fitting in (Soul’s digital footprint has been insane lately). I think Ryu would also help Soul come out of his bubble.

They’re both brilliant when it comes to their crafts, too. The way they approach their work with such creativity and add their own unique style is what truly sets them apart.

These two share this unspoken understanding where they can be themselves without feeling judged or constantly being told that they are weird.

Part 2 is here!

Part 2!

[sweveniv]

MAYOR ━━ h. ran. | chapter two. | masterlist.

Tokyo, Japan.

Izana and I arrived at the airport in Japan without talking much, the flight being so silent that it was deafening. During the flight, I couldn't stop thinking about an issue that had been bugging me for a while: the sudden appearance of information about an "ex-boyfriend" on the internet.

I mean, I understood the interest that the paparazzi and others had in my personal life, but where in the world had this information come from?

Kakucho arrives at the airport in a car and makes his way to where Izana and I are standing. It seems like he knows everything about Izana's schedule, even though he's not his secretary. As he approaches, I roll my eyes and scratch the bridge of my nose, feeling the exhaustion from the flight.

I want to interrupt Izana and Kakucho's conversation so much, but I know that if I do, it would just lead to a fight between me and Izana. Despite my exhaustion, I have to remain patient and endure it for now. I let Izana finish his conversation before finally speaking up, interrupting that they will drop me off first at my house.

We three head to the car, fifteen minutes had passed. I am near to falling asleep, but Izana speaks up and makes me roll my eyes even more. "We have a birthday party to attend, dinner time," he says. I nod in response, putting on my headphones to drown out the world around me.

As the car makes its way through the crowded streets of Tokyo, I notice that traffic is especially heavy today. I sigh and take off my headphones to ask Kakucho, "What's wrong? Is there an accident?" We're surrounded by a sea of people, and their faces are all contorted with annoyance. I can only imagine how miserable they must feel, stuck in this gridlock for hours on end.

"I think that BMW crashed into the Ferrari on purpose, judging by the damage done to the Ferrari. It's crazy." Izana observed the crowded area.

The three of us didn't let the accident faze us, and Kakucho drove us to Shoto. It was where all my siblings lived, each with their own property.

The Haitani brothers from Roppongi also had a property in Shoto - a magnificent mansion that was so luxurious, I couldn't even put it into words. The interior was breathtakingly beautiful, with marble floors, gold-trimmed ceilings, and plush furnishings everywhere I looked.

Apparently, it was Ran's idea to design the house this way. Haitani Rindou, Ran's younger brother, was kind enough to show us around the place. All I could think was that Ran has a good taste for luxury.

After a short drive, Kakucho parked his car in front of my house. As soon as we arrived, I immediately kissed Izana on the cheek as a gesture of respect and farewell. Izana acknowledged my affection with a small nod, his full attention still focused on his phone as he continued to play Candy Crush.

Curious, I spoke up, "How far have you made it in Candy Crush?"

Izana shrugged, "1,569. So shut up," he responded casually, still focused on his phone game.

I chuckled and closed the car door before walking to my house. When I looked in through the window, I saw Kakucho arranging my luggage on the living room floor. I felt a twinge of embarrassment and turned away, not wanting him to see me. Then he caught a glimpse of me and smiled slightly. He then bowed his head in a traditional Japanese gesture of respect and gratitude. I returned his greeting, and then he left.

As evening approached, I prepared for dinner wearing a suede tube dress in hot pink--a gift from Mikey last year. It was the first time I had worn it, and it looked stunning with a rose-shade lipstick to complete the outfit. The soft fabric of the dress hugged my curves, while the bold color gave me a confident and sassy look.

As I was putting on the final touches to my makeup, my phone chimed with a notification from Shinichiro. "I'm on my way there," the text read. "Izana and Kakucho have been at auntie's house for almost 20 minutes." I quickly grabbed my phone and replied, "I'll meet you outside in a minute." I put my phone down on the dresser and admired the stunning roses on my lipstick one last time before leaving the room to meet Shinichiro outside.

I walked out of my house and closed the door behind me, unaware that I had slammed it shut a little too forcefully. Mikey and Shinichiro, my two older brothers, watched me, and I gave them an awkward smile.

As I got into the car and sat down in the backseat, Mikey offered me a dorayaki, a popular Japanese pastry made with bean paste and cake batter.

"Really? Dorayaki before dinner?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

Shinichiro chuckled, and Mikey rolled his eyes upward before replying, "Just say if you don't want to eat it, Y/n."

Grateful for the food, I took the dorayaki and began to eat it while Mikey and Shinichiro chatted about their day. Despite the awkward mood, it was nice to be with my family.

As we drove through the bustling streets of Tokyo, I began to grow impatient. The drive seemed to be taking much longer than I had anticipated, and I let out a heavy sigh as we pulled up to our aunt's house.

The moment I stepped out of the car, I couldn't help but smile at the sight of my older sister, who was two years my senior. She greeted me with a warm smile and a big hug as I made my way over to her.

"It's great to see you, Sis," I said, returning her embrace. She gave me a playful poke on the shoulder and laughed. "It's only been a few weeks, Y/n. You're acting like I've been gone for years!"

I hugged Emma tight, taking a moment to appreciate the feeling of her warm embrace. I tried to hold back my tears as I thought about the memories we had shared while growing up together, how we went through every stage of our lives as sisters.

"Well, you know how lonely I can get sometimes when I think of the moments where we used to share a room and do girly things all day," I said, my voice choking up.

"But now you have your own family, and I wish you the best. Don't worry if I say this too many times, Emma, but I really, really want what's best for my big sister."

Emma hugged me back, wiping away my tears with a gentle smile. "I know, Y/n. You've always been there for me, and I have no doubt that you'll always be there for us as a family, no matter what. I love you so much."

As I pulled away from her embrace, I waved to her husband, Draken, who stood nearby. "Take care of her, Draken," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "She's the best sister anyone could ask for."

Draken smiled warmly at me. "I know, Y/n. I'm a lucky man to have Emma in my life, and I'll do everything in my power to make her happy."

As Izana took a sip of his light beer, he let out an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes.

"You girls are acting as if you two aren't neighbors," he said, directing his attention to me and my sister.

I raised an eyebrow and replied, "We may be neighbors, but don't forget that they're only in Japan for special occasions or if Draken has a business trip."

I raised my hand to flag down the waiter, eager to boost myself. "I'll have a champagne rosé," I said, flashing Kakucho a soft smile. He smiled back at me and leaned in, clearly eager to hear what I had to say.

Kakucho and I studied at the same university in the Philippines - the University of Santo Tomas.

Izana was the one who was paying for our tuition and the one who was sponsoring our allowance, especially for Kakucho, since I had other backup sources like Shinichiro, Mikey, and Emma.

It's funny how we both graduated with a bachelor of science in nursing, yet we both ended up pursuing completely different paths. I smiled as I thought about the memories with Kakucho, especially that reunion we attended last year.

There was one time that someone came up to us at the reunion - I think it was a friend from our Chemistry class - and asked Kakucho and me if we had become registered nurses yet. We both chuckled awkwardly and explained that we had chosen different paths after graduating.

After a few moments of us greeting our relatives and having some friendly chit chat, two luxurious sports cars pulled up in front of the house. One was a stunning purple Ferrari 458 Italia, while the other was a gleaming white Audi R8. I was surprised to see who got out of the cars as soon as they were parked. It was none other than the Haitani brothers.

Ran Haitani's lips curled into a mischievous smirk upon seeing me standing inside the house alongside the Le Rêve art by Pablo Picasso, which was hanging under an 18-light imperial neoclassical chandelier, as my hot pink suede tube dress glimmered under the light. I couldn't resist smiling innocently in response, and soon both Ran and his younger brother, Rindou, made their way inside the massive mansion, a home belonging to my aunt.

After the Haitani brothers made their grand entrance and chatted with our relatives, I couldn't help but chuckle softly at the realization that Ran, who is a well-known businessman with 28 branches of his clubs worldwide, is indeed famous, possibly even before my birth.

He's not only made a name for himself, but he's clearly quite adept at making women swoon over him, as evident in the way he sported a stunning dark violet three-piece suit with such elegance. Despite my amusingly flirtatious interest in him, I knew he was no match for my wit and charm.

Ran made his way over to me, holding a glass of Martini in one hand and a Fabiola cocktail in the other, a small, contented smile playing on his lips. When he offered me the cocktail, it was impossible to ignore the fact that he was much taller than I, causing me to feel slightly dwarfed in his presence. However, I took a sip from my drink and managed to muster the courage to utter the first words of a conversation.

With a mischievous smile, I turned my attention to Ran, fixing my gaze on his captivating lavender eyes. "So, Mayor, how's business going?" I asked playfully. Ran was renowned for keeping his business matters private, and generally speaking, he wasn't inclined to discuss such matters in a casual manner, but I knew I was an exception to this rule. Every time we met, I couldn't resist asking him about his various businesses, along with his work as a politician.

As he took a small sip of his Martini, Ran let out a delighted laugh, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "The usual," he replied lightly, continuing with his casual demeanor.

"My schedule is always full, but I'm happy to make time for you whenever you desire." His playful words resonated with me, and even though I knew he was trying to woo me, I couldn't help but chuckle in response, caught in the moment of our playful banter.

As Ran playfully stared at me, a twinkle of teasing humor in his eyes, I was momentarily caught off guard. He asked, "You're off to Paris next week, right?" His delivery was nonchalant, but his voice carried a hint of interest. Then, he swiftly pulled his phone out of his suit's pocket.

"Looks like Veronica, the friend I met in Italy, extended an invitation for my fashion show in Paris. If you have free time, you can come," I said nonchalantly, raising my eyebrow as I turned to his phone, which caught my attention as I wondered what he was reading.

My eyes widened in disbelief when he pressed the "Purchase" button for two Paris plane tickets.

"What the heck, Ran?" I exclaimed, my confusion mounting.

He shrugged and replied in his usual nonchalant manner. "The tickets are on me. We'll go together," he said with a smile. "I can't believe you!" I added before looking away from embarrassment.

The sound of tapping glass filled the air, immediately capturing our attention, signifying that it was time for dinner. Without saying a word to each other, Ran and I made our way casually to the dining hall.

As we walked, some new guests arrived, causing us to smile and nod in acknowledgement. However, I couldn't help but roll my eyes, as lateness was considered highly disrespectful in my family.

I leaned towards Ran and whispered, "I'll sit next to Shinichiro." Then, I proceeded to walk to the other side of the table, while Ran walked in the opposite direction.

A few minutes after dinner started, the conversation immediately shifted to politics and business, and the room was filled with the sound of discussion. Ran seemed particularly engaged in the topic, as he completely ignored the woman beside him who was trying to capture his attention.

Instead, he focused entirely on his steak, which he stabbed with his fork and began to consume, while the rest of the group discussed the state of the country and that of their neighboring regions.

I listened intently as my uncles, aunties, siblings, and other businessmen here discussed topics ranging from real estate investments to political unrest. One of my uncles, in particular, seemed interested in purchasing the Siargao Island in the Philippines.

My eyebrows rose up when the woman beside Ran called me, "Kurokawa Y/n? As in the Supermodel?" She said excitedly as I smiled to her in response; and surprisingly she smiled back to me, the innocent one.

She then took a sip on her champagne and said, "How are you, Kurokawa? Is it true that you and your ex-boyfriend went out in Barcelona? Damn, Barcelona is one of my dream place to go." She paused, then added with a hint of mischief, Ran's lavender eyes were fixed on me with a bit of jealousy.

He didn't say anything, but I could read his body language. I looked over at Ran, who appeared to be listening carefully to the conversation, his eyes shifting from the woman to me and back again. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, but I had a feeling this conversation was far from over.

My brothers gave me questioning looks, as if they were waiting for me to speak up about the purported boyfriend that had recently made an appearance on my social media accounts.

Taking a deep breath, I set down my utensils and said, "Don't believe everything you see on social media. Most of it is fake."

"My niece is correct," my aunt interjected smoothly, a glint in her eye. "Let's not pay the rumors any mind and continue our meal." A small smile spread across my face as I chuckled appreciatively. I finished my food without allowing myself to be further distracted by the whispers and stares of those around me.

Despite the air of tension that had settled over the table after the woman's prying questioning, the dinner had continued on as planned, albeit with a distinct undercurrent of unease. I had no idea who this woman was, and yet she seemed to be fascinated by every aspect of my life, demanding to know everything from my likes and dislikes to my relationship status.

It made me uncomfortable, to say the least, but I did my best to maintain my composure, understanding that as a public figure, I had to be mindful of my appearance. Still, I found myself wishing for a moment of respite and decided to excuse myself and head out to the balcony for some fresh air.

As I brought my white Sancerre wine with me, I needed some time to clear my head and collect my thoughts. I couldn't afford to snap at anyone, least of all that nosy woman who seemed determined to get in my business.

As a supermodel, my reputation was everything, and any hint of impropriety could damage it irreparably. If I were to lose my temper, the consequences could be dire. I must not let that happen.

I sighed, realizing that I had a full week of fashion shows coming up in Paris, and after that, my email inbox would be bombarded with people wanting to collaborate with me. It seemed like I couldn't even have a day off here in Japan.

Even though I'm not a workaholic by nature, I need the income to support my luxurious lifestyle. My needs and wants are so expensive that I don't think I can afford them in my next life. The thought of not being able to have the things I want and need is overwhelming, but I have to keep pushing forward. I can't let the drama of life get the better of me.

My eyes widened in surprise as I felt a pair of slender hands snake their way around my waist, followed closely by the warmth of lips on my ear. As soon as I caught a whiff of his familiar scent, I knew it was the one and only Haitani Ran. The unexpected touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but shiver at the unexpected intimacy.

When I tilted my head to look back at him, he placed his chin on top of my shoulder and leaned his head against me. I could feel his warm breath on my skin. As he reached for the old fashioned whiskey that he had placed beside my glass, I couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. The way he moved was like a cat, all fluid and graceful, and I found it endearing. I couldn't believe that he was already a bit tipsy, but I had to admit it was kind of cute.

"How was New York, Miss Y/n?" Ran asked in a soft, sensual tone, making my body turn around to face him. I trailed my fingertips along his jawline and answered, "Tiring." A soft blush rose in Ran's cheeks, and he leaned in to give me a soft, gentle kiss on the center of my nose.

I chuckled in response, feeling a warm, tingly sensation spread throughout my body. Ran's touch was so soft and gentle, yet there was an intensity behind it that sent shivers down my spine. Despite the exhausting day, I couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

"How about you? How was work, exactly?" I asked him, my neutral expression returning after I realized what I was about to say. I didn't want to get involved in politics at all, but my family and friends were mostly politicians, and I knew how dangerous the world of politics could be. Just as I was about to drop the subject, Ran's eyes darkened for a moment, and his expression grew more serious.

"I heard from Kakucho that Izana wants you to move on top," I said, hesitating for a moment before finishing my sentence. The tension in the air was palpable, and I hoped I hadn't overstepped my boundary.

Ran as the President of Japan? It seemed like an impossible feat, especially when he was already busy as the mayor of Roppongi. How would he even find the time and energy to take on such a demanding role? I couldn't help but feel worried for him, knowing the kind of pressure he would face in a position like that. Ran's eyes seemed dark as he thought about the news and I could feel the tension rising between us.

"It's an insane request, Ran. Izana should know better than to ask that of you," I said, letting my concern bleed into my voice. Ran's expression grew darker, his anger and frustration clear on his face.

"Akashi Takeomi may be able to handle being the President since he's already Japan's current President and he's on his last term. However, that doesn't change the fact that being the President is a challenging job. All the commands, the money, the lives of the people - everything and everyone are in your hands after that," I stated, feeling a deep sense of unease in my stomach at the thought of Ran having to handle such a huge responsibility. It was a lot of pressure for any person, let alone someone like Ran who had such a large role in the underworld.

Ran's expression grew darker as he listened to my words, and I could see the weight of the responsibility weighing on him. He was always so calm and collected, but even he would be tested by such a difficult job. I couldn't help but pity him, knowing that he would have to deal with the stress of running a country in addition to his duties as the Mayor of Roppongi.

I sighed, feeling a sense of unease at the thought of Takeomi's presidency possibly being part of the Bonten's plan. For years, no one knew that the politicians were behind the running of the Bonten, one of Japan's biggest criminal syndicates. It was a sickening thought, and I felt my tummy churn at the reality of how deep the corruption ran in the Japanese government.

"It's making me wonder if Takeomi running for President six years ago was part of the Bonten's plan," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Since Bonten is the number criminal syndicate organization in Japan, and no one knows that these politicians are behind running the Bonten."

Every word I said felt like a lead weight in my stomach. I couldn't believe that the criminals were able to run so much of the Japanese government without anyone realizing. It was a scary thought, and I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets were being kept from the general public.

I looked at Ran, waiting for his response. Takeomi's last term as President meant that he needed to find someone to take his place, and from what Ran was saying, it seemed like he was the chosen one. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the thought of Ran taking on such a huge responsibility.

"It's Takeomi's last term, isn't it?" I asked, wanting to see Ran's reaction. As he took a sip of his whiskey, Ran's expression softened, and he smiled at me.

"Yes, it's his last term," he answered, his voice low and serious. "But Rindou doesn't want me to run for President, because you know how hectic the job is in the Bonten right now. I'm afraid Koko won't be able to handle any of it once I become the President-" he took a deep breathe before speaking up again.

"Darling, you know I play a huge role in the Bonten. Ever since Roppongi has been under my and my brother's rule, I can summon hundreds of delinquents at a time. That makes us a great alliance or support to any gangs that are taking us in, and that's one of the reasons why we always have the highest positions. We're not just random delinquents, we are commanders, and our men are devoted to the Haitani brothers," he explained, feeling a sense of pride at the power he held over the criminal world.

"And the shipment of weapons from other countries, me and Mochi are the ones in charge of that. Some triads want to negotiate something by giving us, the Yakuza, their weapons - guns, rifles, bombs, grenades - in exchange for our top mad dogs in Bonten," he explained, his tone turning serious. "Of course, it's a ridiculous idea. Recruiting mad dogs is very hard, and we can't just let them trade for weapons. Kakucho's the one in command with those mad dogs from the underground because he himself is a mad dog."

The idea of exchanging weapons for mad dogs was ludicrous. Mad dogs were not expendable, and giving them away to another gang was a recipe for disaster. It was clear that the triads didn't understand the value of the men in Bonten.

"I didn't notice that I was captivated when Ran was talking, and he was getting more and more enthusiastic the more he talked about gang stuff. It made me think that this is really what he wants - the gang life," I realized out loud, my voice tinged with a hint of worry.

As I spoke, Ran's eyes fixed on mine, and I felt a sudden frisson of anticipation as he leaned in closer. Before I knew it, his lavender eyes were the only thing I could see, and his face was inches from mine. The wine kicked in, and I could feel my body heating up as he cupped my chin and pressed his lips against mine slowly, sending shivers down my spine.

As we kissed, I felt a sense of longing and desire wash over me. It was clear that Ran was heavily invested in the gang life, and I couldn't help but wonder how that would affect our relationship. But for now, all I could focus on was the warmth of his lips and the feel of his hands on my face. It was a moment I would never forget.

As he planted a passionate kiss on me, my mouth slightly parted. I brushed the bitter taste of the whiskey from my tongue and placed mine to his slowly, even though I could still feel it on his lips. The heat inside was so intense that I could feel the sensation of our actions and feelings scorching our bodies.

Ran responded, "I would do anything for you, Mi'lady," as he planted another passionate kiss on my lips.

"Even if it means sacrificing certain things or people, I'd do anything for you to be the happiest, I'll let you stand on top of the world," ran whispered to my ear as he kissed my jawline with his eyes closed.

He then trailed kisses on her bare shoulder while snaking his hands up and down to her waist and hips, feeling the curve of y/n. Suddenly, they were interrupted, causing ran haitani's eyes to widen in shock.

"Mommy what are you doing?"

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[amnesiaskulls]

My silly drv3 experience so far (by someone who has yet to finish the game)(only prologue)

this post details me and my friends drv3 prologue experience. We are currently almost done with chapter 5, keep in mind that THERE MAY BE GAME SPOILERS FOR ANYTHING BEFORE DRV3 CHAPTER 6, last thing i wanna do is spoil a game for someone

before i get into the funny stuff (bear with me please) i just gotta give a little insight as to why my experience is so funny to me, skip to the green if you just wanna hear the stuff leading up to the actual experience, and to the pink just to quick skip to the prologue

my friends who I ran through with: @h3r0b0y and @rexecutioner, go take a look at their stuff, both of them are incredible artists who have content other than drv3 (this is also an excuse to tag them so they can fact check me)

pre-game experience (not required to understand, but recommended if you want backround info)

when i consume a new piece of media, usually its because ive seen things about it that i find cool or funny, or ive been told good things about it. In all honesty damn gone grandpa was never i game i thought i would ever get into or care about, because my only experience with it was some of the immature fans and one kid in middle school who liked it. I had only heard about the negative parts of the fandom from like 2018 (peak people misunderstanding character territory) even until like a year ago (wow so great of me to judge a game based on like 3 negative experiences wooww). during middle school, i also met my best friend (this is important later).

Another thing about our silly friend group is that Hero is great at improv (like really good, hes seriously one of the funniest people on earth) and Rex, my twin, is really good at making silly voices and VAing different characters with unique voices (they both are good at these things, but i wanna give them each individual credit). Im pretty amateur at both, but I can hold onto my voice a bit longer without having to take a break

The actual drv3 prologue experience

what we do with our amazing great and cool talents is dub over various pieces of media that we like or find funny, such as mystreet or mcsm. My best friend, Hero, is someone with impeccable taste in outfits and clothes in general, and owns a checkered bandana and was wearing it when me and Rex were over at his house, and kept talking about how “he would be compared to the twink from daganronpa” if he wore it out. The same day that Hero brought up the checkered bandana thing, we finished dubbing the last interesting piece of mystreet media, and now had nothing left to do. Being in the damn gone grandpa headspace with the whole kokichi thing, Hero suggested that we voice over it. The only things i knew about it was monokuma and kokichi because of the one banger fan song and the bandana kokichi wears. Im not exaggerating, I personally had no clue that there was more then one game, and at the time i still didn't care much about the game and didn’t think that we would get too far into it to care (we’re going through a 43 hour playthrough), i personally thought we would get bored after seeing kokichi and then quit (i was so wrong).

Our plan was that there was no plan except that we would mute the game and do all of the voices ourselves, not much thinking went into it. Also, no assigned characters other than kokichi, who went to Hero because it was his idea in the first place, just take whoever you want before someone else gets them

PROLOGUE

I actually have all of the prologue on video, as i like to look back on things to remember stupid details like jokes and predictions for the rest of the game so I can see how close we got. I will not be posting it anywhere for privacy reasons, so please respect that. Its also the only one i videoed for some reason, so its the only one I remember that well due to large time frames between sittings.

it started with the black nothingness and a voice, whom Rex claimed immediately, and used a slightly deeper voice for them thinking that it was a man. Its was infact not a man (there is a video clip of all three of us exclaiming “ITS A GIRL??” After kaede steps out of the locker) after we see the banging on the other locker, a boy falls out. I immediately decide that i get to be the pathetic emo, and while the voice tends to fluctuate a bit for a while, the voice i settle on is something akin to the snapcube silver the hedgehog voice. We run through the rest of the room stuff and get chased by exisals to the gym. (Another fun fact, due to a reading mistake i made, we have since called the exisals “exsials” like ex-ee-uls and i only noticed during chapter 5. Over 3/4s of the way through.)(im not going to pronounce it correctly ever)

Because we have the game muted, we have no clue whos talking because everyone is labeled ??? until the second half of the prologue, and after rantaro introduces himself i think. We each claim a couple characters, Rex claims noticeably less because they have the main character, kaede. The only other interesting thing in the first half is all of us shitting on ryoma for being short. the second half is when we meet all of the characters and get all roles assigned unequally because that would mean a plan, and plans are lame (this is a joke i love plans) some notable meets were with Maki, where after learning about her ultimate, Hero comments “so thats where your soul went”, and originally had a pick me girl voice, Rantaro, where I called him the ultimate empath and Hero used a stoner-surfer voice combo for him, Ryoma, whos voice at this point in time was the highest pitch british youve ever heard without a voice changer (it eventually changed to something a lot more like the official english voice), and finally poor Shuichi. During the entire beginning after they get their first memory we make fun of Shuichi a lot, call him the ultimate dork, ultimate wuss, and other funny things like that. The most notable however is when he stated something incredibly obvious, so Hero said “wow how did you figure that out, what are you, the ultimate detective?” And we laugh it off and skip around a bit because we were honestly not that enthusiastic about doing the exact same thing again. We skip to when kaede meets tsumugi and learn her talent. We realized we skipped over shuichis talent but didnt want to go back, so Rex looked it up bravely facing spoilers for us. Something something ultimate detective and we were FLABBERGASTED.

there were more funny things but im not going to rewatch it to find them

The current character distributions were:

REX: Kaede, Keebo, Maki, Monokuma, Monokid and Monosuke

HERO: Rantaro, Ryoma, Tenko, Angie, Kiyo, Kokichi, Tsumugi, and Monotaro

AMNESIA: Shuichi, Kirumi, Gonta, Miu, Kaito, Himiko, Monophanie and Monodam

some notable silly bits were also: comparing kaito to the vocaloid, predicting kirumis murder, cheering the moment gonta mentioned entomology, Hero leaving during Mius intro and coming back to her saying shes going to drug herself to get high, Hero predicting them all being in space, the Tenko Tussle where Hero had her originally, i tried to take her but Hero took her back for some reason despite not wanting to voice her, tsumugi being immediately hated by all of us and being dubbed the ultimate nerd, both me and Hero constantly telling Rex that rantaro was giving off death flags, rantaros many names- ultimate idk, ultimate beats me, ultimate bogus, ultimate empath, ultimate weed, and ultimate boyfriend eventually, us screaming at ryoma being in the game room, us saying “i dont think we should have gotten a friendship fragment for that” after talking to kiyo, Hero calling kirumi super nanny, us cheering when angie said she was an artist, calling gonta the alpha because he was raised by wolves, the cage wall getting a “what is this, mcsm?” Someone said rehab amami??? When Rex checked for Shuichis ultimate, I wanted to avoid spoilers so i said “oh yea and he killed 8 people”reffering to us knowing nothing about the game, with Hero saying “also he killed 17 people in 1905”

its not letting me write more without glitching so ill probably make a separate post about the other chapters eventually lmao, might link it when im done, or if you have a specific one you wanna hear about PRE CHAPTER 6, send me an ask!

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 28 Banking on Murder

Me getting too excited when I get to write an episode with my babi chonkers in it

Anyway Irratino changes his outfit every book, and I've just settled on his Spurdle design :3 lemme know what you think!

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Logico and Irratino are chilling back home.

IRRATINO: Yearly million! LOGICO: What? IRRATINO: Every year, the Institute holds its million-dollar giveaway to anyone who can prove the occult! I’m withdrawing it now, then we can pick it up and hold the contest!

Logico rolls his eye. Irratino has a stupid amount of money. Goat Lord clicks around on the bank website and gets a pop-up.

IRRATINO: Service denied? Wh- SENDING ASSISTANCE?

He immediately gets a phone call.

PERSON: Fucked-up stuff is going on in your bank account, Mr. Inspector. I demand to speak to you! LOGICO: Oh, who’s that. IRRATINO: Uh… haheheh! Uh… LOGICO: Being rich causing… ⋆˚｡⁺⋆issues?~

Irratino does the biggest sheepish grin. They have to go to the bank right now. When they get there, the person who called Irratino is dead.

IRRATINO: Oh, thank god! Ha ha! 

Logico glares at him.

IRRATINO: I mean yeah. Murder time.

Chalk, Mango, and Emerald are wandering, being some of the richest people alive. Wonder what they’re here for?

EMERALD: I can tell you what I’m here for. LOGICO: Murder? EMERALD: N- LOGICO: Then I’m not interested.

It seems Mango is occupied printing fake money (with mustaches on the presidents!). He is snickering to himself as he watches the bills fly.

LOGICO: Feeling mature, I see. MANGO: EW, Logico. Go do something else, like solve a MURDER. LOGICO: That’s what I AM DOING. IRRATINO: Do you know who I’m supposed to talk to about the money thing? CHALK: [‘I don’t know’-adjacent llama sound]

Everything in the bank is so shiny, because banks are made out of money! Emerald is distracted by every detail, and Logico catches him hanging upside-down from a chandelier.

LOGICO: Excuse me? EMERALD: [wraaack?] LOGICO: Are you trying to steal crystals from the chandelier? EMERALD: No! 

He flies around in a frenzy, whacking Logico in the face. Gico decides to lie.

LOGICO: If you tell me the truth about what you saw, I’ll pretend I never saw you. EMERALD: You would do that… for me? All right… I saw a laptop under ownership of one that people tend to call… CHONKERS. CHALK: [scream] [nervous laugh] Hi!

Irratino gets a lightbulb idea!

IRRATINO: Logico! I just realized something obvious! LOGICO: Hooray. IRRATINO: We can hack into the security footage, and see who did it!  LOGICO: Can’t I solve it myself?

Unfortunately, there’s only footage from the vaults. Chalk is inside!

LOGICO: The bastard! Doesn’t he have enough money?

But no, he’s playing around on his laptop. There are some video game sound effects.

GAME: OBJECTION!!

Chalk giggles and claps. I don’t think he’s interested in what’s in the vault. When shown the footage, he cries.

CHALK: I just wanted a place to play my game… where no one would judge me.

Logico sighs. The only one who retains a guilty conscience is… the mango!

MANGO: That’s correct! LOGICO: You see, Irratino, there is no other way! IRRATINO: Pfft. I knew that in my gut the whole time. LOGICO: Sure you did. IRRATINO: Doesn’t matter, there’s no doubt about it - Mango is peeled! MANGO: EW! Are you saying I deserve to be SKINNED? CHALK: Irratino, that’s horrible! EMERALD: Even if he did this murder, there is nothing warranting that language! LOGICO: Yes, even I think that’s a bit- IRRATINO: All RIGHT I’m SORRY!!! Jesus. MANGO: For the glory of God, murder is permissible! LOGICO: What religion do you even follow??

The end!

nfjnjvkgfdkgbg my llama boi i can't

also to my UK pals BOOK 4 IS OUTTTTTTT I still gotta wait lol

US release date for the board game has changed from Oct 1 to 'soon' hhhhhhhhhh

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[fraeuleintaka]

Meet Musa, again!

My most awaited character trailer! Musa's and Tecna's I'm the most anxious about them messing up, as well as their personalities and stories in general in the reboot so getting their trailers right (or wrong) could already be a good (or very bad) sign.

Musa's trailer is... difficult to judge. It didn't exactly blow me away but there was definitely a whole lot of stuff I liked about it and not much that I disliked. We see some animations from her transformation again which I found pretty unnecessary considering we saw them already. I'd much rather they would've used those frames to show a few more new scenes instead of repeating them. Other than that though, the scenes we get are really nice!

Right away it starts with showing us this DJ station that Musa's introduction in the magazine mentioned. I love this little snippet where Musa's working on it and creating some kind of loud sound that takes Stella completely by surprise which Musa doesn't even seem to notice.

I also love this little scene (despite the animation error) with Musa making her headphones appear via magic, it looks so cool! Just Musa going "Don't care about this conversation, I'm out". I'm not a huge fan of her constantly wearing headphones with her casual outfit instead of that being something to appear in her Magic Winx form (they might be used as a way to isolate her from the others when that's not like her at all). But if there are several scenes where she doesn't wear them all the time, I'd appreciate that a lot.

I'm probably reading too much into this but this gives me the impression of Musa trying to solve some mystery. Some previous introductions of hers mentioned that she's very good at "investigating" and noticing stuff and I'd kinda love it if the reboot included that more noticably into her character. Certainly not enough indication from just this scene alone but I like the look of it anyway. I also love how Tecna tracks Musa with her eyes here (despite Aisha walking inbetween them) so whatever Musa is saying must be pretty interesting! I really would've loved to see some interactions between them, hopefully the series will deliver there.

That little magical sparkle on her fingers is so pretty! Idk if it's just a case of being used to it by now but I absolutely love how Musa looks in this shot on the right and many of the others as well ❤️

No idea what's in that drink that makes her react like this. Is it too cold? Something else? Either way, her reaction is adorable!

This one's beautiful as well ❤️ Musa's description focuses a lot on her passion for music and how she uses it as a refuge and to express herself which makes sense but is a very obvious trait of hers. That's why I'm especially happy that they also describe her as appearing cool and collected on the outside but actually feeling things deeply and intensely on the inside which was another one of her most notable traits in the original but one that is a little less obvious on first glance. Makes me hopeful that they keep the nuance in her personality intact.

More moments from that campfire bonding scene! And I adore them! Musa is playing a song for the others and singing for/with them, even one she wrote herself about their friendship! (Which I doubly love because Bloom apparently didn't "help" her with it like the magazine claimed she would.) It looks so emotional and wholesome, I love it! Like the way Tecna, Stella and Aisha are all singing together. And of course Musa would take her guitar with her on such a camping trip. Its design is great btw. Musa can play pretty much any instrument in my book so I always love seeing her with a variety of instruments in the series! I love, love, love this idea for a scene, looking very much forward to seeing this episode!

Musa ❤️ "And when you're hurting, she just gets it." You mean like Riven? 100% not a reference or implication but I choose to interpret it as one anyway. I'd love to see something like that. I wonder if they're even going to do the whole betrayal plotline this time around, the way they seem to have dropped the identity switch plot makes me assume probably not. I wonder what they're gonna do instead and what Musa & Riven's storyline is going to be. I hope it's a good one and that they get their spotlight.

I have no idea what this instrument is supposed to be that she seems to play here. Is it a real one that I've just never seen or a fictional one? That line "She's not here for drama" is so funny to me though just because I know most people would say that her and Riven's relationship was the most unnecessarily dramatic one of the bunch. I very much disagree as long as Bloom and Sky are a thing but I still think it's kinda hilarious to give Musa of all people this description. I hope it's not a sign that they turned her down in any way, Musa's the best just the way she is. They do describe her as being "all emotion, turned all the way up" as well though so...

I love the way her magic is animated here! It looks gorgeous! And they're very clearly soundwaves and have the fittingly epic effects of magical soundwaves from what I can tell. (Instead of the generic lightbeams the later seasons had the habit of doing.) Love to see it! Also calling Musa the "heartbeat of the Winx" just feels so right.

We also get this very good shot of her hiking outfit and I have to say I love its design. (If only it was in proper red as well...) It looks like she's trying to set up a tent. I'm not really sure what breaking the supports is supposed to accomplish but it feels completely in-character for Musa to just dive in headfirst and brute-force her way through whatever problem she's presented with. Probably reading too much into this again but I can't help but love this little indication for Musa's characteristic stubborness returning!

I sure hope so, Musa, I sure hope so... I definitely love this ending shot for now ❤️

All in all, I do really like this trailer. The combination of the description and the visuals shown in it seem to indicate that Musa's reboot personality will stay very similar to her original personality. There's no mention of any storyline she might have but that was the case for Stella and Flora as well. I just hope that they're gonna deliver on this and that Musa's going to have a decent amount of focus and screentime.

[yakool-foolio]

see maybe this is just me, but As A Character Designer Myself i think the rain code designs are some of komatzuzaki's best work yet. they're weird and campy and yet they work so well. i do think the characters' personalities shine through on first and second glances. I don't even usually like neon colors but I think the combo of bright neons with understated neutrals is so fascinating and memorable. no one else does it like this. a lot of the small details on the designs are actually packed with symbolic meaning (esp. yakou's - I'd love to see you unpack all that) and the overabundance of logos is evocative of the corpo-cyber-future setting. the rain code designs feel much more cohesive in terms of that setting than the DR designs do - which makes sense bc DR is more about disparate people being united by their circumstances - dialed to 11 in v3 where the designs are at their wackiest. but this ain't about her this is about rain code.

I love that characters you wouldn't expect (zange, fubuki, priest...) have weird facial piercings and tattoos. I love that the animal ears are never explained. I love desuhiko's tboy swag and yeah, the golden yellow and the dirty blonde and the neon yellow accents don't look great together - and I think the clashing colors work wonders to establish his personality. this kid dressed himself and thought it would make him look cool. you idiot. aphex's hat is stupid. zilch's ears are stupid. vivia's bandages-instead-of-clothes are stupid - and yet reading into that choice is very insightful. (he puts on a lazy air but if he was really lazy he'd just put on an oversized emo band tee instead of wrapping himself up like a mummy every day. he actually does care about how he comes across to people.)

there's a few videos about fashion YouTubers judging the DR fits, and at one point they brought in Yuma and shinigami and they hated yuma's outfit so much because it's dorky and they wouldn't wear it. but like!!! that's the whole point is that it's dorky!!!! his little trainee shorts. his stupid fkin bowl cut making him look like a little boy whose mom still cuts his hair. (which of course turns out to be a meaningful deception. his haircut influences how the audience and other characters see him to great effect.) and yet he has the coolest fkin shoes ever and when he puts his hat and cape on he's got such an iconic silhouette. teru teru bozu lookin ass /pos.

anyway yeah. i wasnt a fan of komatzuzaki's designs in the beginning but over the years ive come around. I'm a firm designer that a character design doesn't necessarily have to look good to be a good character design. I like it when they aren't afraid to make the characters look cringe - I love cringe. I eat it up. thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

Even more perspectives! I think your take of 'bad-looking designs can be good actually' is a great way to look at Rain Code's characters. To put it simply, it's unique! 'Nobody does it like Komatsuzaki'-kind of campiness. Honestly, Rain Code's designs remind me a lot of Danganronpa 2's designs in terms of color. That cast is full of much brighter colors compared to the lesser saturation of DR1 n V3's cast colors. And it makes sense cause it's a brighter game overall in terms of setting and upping the ridiculousness of the killing game in every way! Rain Code sorta follows that with its own designs by crankin' up the neons to really ride the idea home that this game is wacky right from the get-go and it's a Resident Evil game in disguise! And y'know what Resident Evil loves to indulge in? Campiness! Rain Code wears its inspirations on its sleeve, and that's totally chill.

As a sidenote to your sidenote regarding Yakou's clothing details, I have actually written a bit about how he might perceive them, but I haven't yet written about what they could truly mean in terms of how they relate to him narratively. The meaning of the phoenix patterns are painfully obvious though heh. And I also greatly appreciate the recognition that Vivia really does care about his appearance despite his 'laziness'. His hedonistic lifestyle includes his own attire, wearing whatever he pleases no matter the effort! Like I've preached before, Vivia has the energy, he just prefers to use it only when necessary.

Thank you for the TED talk *golf claps*