#oh you think yourself a comedian huh?

[softspiderling]

rafe cutting up fruit in the kitchen from the valentine's day i love you prompts??

prompt: shoulders hunched over a chopping board, carefully dissecting fruit to deliver it to you in a bowl from the valentines "i love you" prompts

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The other side of the bed was cold when you woke up, which was odd. Usually, you had to be the one dragging Rafe out of the bed, when he didn't have any plans in the morning, always lamenting that he "needed his beauty rest". You checked your phone to see if he left you any messages that he had to run out, but nothing.

"Huh," you muttered to yourself, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and getting out of bed. You considered trying to call him as you made your way downstairs, pausing when you heard cluttering from the kitchen.

"... Rafe?"

The cluttering stopped and you heard Rafe curse under his breath, your lips curling up in a grin as you stood frozen on the stairs.

"You think you can give me like, five more minutes, baby?"

"Trying to hide your side piece?"

You could basically see Rafe rolling his eyes at you, and you bit back a laugh.

"Feeling like a real comedian today, huh?"

"I'm hilarious, actually," you deadpanned, padding towards the kitchen, only stopping when Rafe called out your name, almost pleading.

"Five minutes. "

Sighing softly, you tipped your head back in disbelief. "Seriously?"

"Just- Go back to bed. I'll be right up. Five minutes, I swear."

"Fine," you sighed, turning back around. "Not a second longer, Cameron, you hear me?"

You headed back upstairs, stopping by the bathroom to brush your teeth and tame your hair, before you crawled back into bed, checking the time. Even though you had just threatened to return back downstairs as soon as the five minutes were up, you decided to be less of a menace for once, scrolling on the phone until you heard Rafe coming back upstairs. You were all ready to tease him as soon as he stepped into the bedroom, but your words died in your throat when he came in, back first, turning to face you with a breakfast tray in his hands.

"Rafe..." you said softly, eyes wide as he slowly placed the tray on the bed. Pancakes, fruit salad, coffee, bacon, even orange juice were spread out in front of you.

"Morning baby."

He kissed you on the cheek before sitting back, grinning brightly at you.

"You hungry?"

You only nodded dumbly, opening your mouth when he lifted a spoon full of fruit salad and you almost moaned when the tiny pieces of fruit hit your tongue.

"Oh my god, this is amazing."

"Touch of lemon juice and honey does wonders," Rafe said, eating a spoon himself, but you only narrowed your eyes at him.

"Did you do this yourself?"

Rafe gave you a look and you gave him one back, lifting the bowl of fruit salad, as if to make your point.

"You cannot seriously tell me that you cut all this fruit up yourself. And made pancakes."

"You sound surprised."

You snorted, putting the bowl back down. "Didn't you guys have a cook and everything in the prime time? Sue me for thinking you're helpless in the kitchen."

"Well, joke's on you for underestimating a Kook," he teased, handing you a coffee mug, which you sipped you accepted, holding it carefully. "I uh.... Used to make breakfast for my dad. Me and Sarah. He always thanked Sarah like she did it all on her own and never said a word to me, so after a while I just... Stopped. But I figured you'd be a little more grateful than him."

Holding your mug, you stared at Rafe, your heart almost breaking for the poor boy in front of you.

"Rafe..."

He looked up and huffed, shaking his head. "Stop looking at me like that. 's fine, I got you now, right?"

"Of course," you said with a big smile, picking up a strip of bacon with your hand, to which Rafe only pulled a face.

"God, you can never take the Pogue out of a girl, can you?"

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a/n: it was so easy to go down the route of rafe not knowing how to do anything in the kitchen except destroy it but i took a diff approach heheheh thanks anon for the request i hoped you liked it!! inbox is open my friends!! also tagging @sunderlust bc i can

[planetmimi]

decode - cl16

context: charles leclerc x black!fem!oc, some smau (cause i love those doooown)

faceclaim: @balialdn on insta

cw: none

summary: after a five-month social media break, artist Ahvi finally comes back to social media. her comeback is in the midst of dating rumors swirling around her and two of her...friends.

Italic = flashback

feedback is appreciated, this is my first one so please be nice

ahvi

liked by charles_leclerc, zendaya and 8.473.875 others

ahvi: my french is getting better, might use it in this project…maybe? (be calm yall)

f1lover: CHARLES WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! welcome back queen (im trying to be calm, i think i might actually explode from happiness)!!!

username74: oh look the whore is back

username54: awww we all hoped you would never come back

username12: no fr! when her contract ran out i thought that we were finally done with her

username276: YOU DIDNT SAY FOR A WHOLE YEAR MAAM

lewishamilton: new music, maybe?

ahvi: maybe… if you get me paddock passes

lewishamilton: ask your boyfriend...maybe

ahvi: blocked, reported and banned from listening to my music cause OMG?! i just got back too?! like please ntm on me

charles_leclerc: teaching you french has been quite the challenge, i would like some type of credit please

ahvi: if you podium i'll think about it

charles_leclerc: and if i get P1 i want a song written for me and to be in the music video

ahvi: *gasps in étonnement* thats asking for a lot, P1 twice this season and you've got yourself a deal

username67: you should have never come back nobody wants to hear your shitty music

stanningahvi: the fact that it’s been damn near two years without any new music… and a year since we've last seen you👁️👄👁️

lew_max.444: no cause if this is a trick…imma do something heinous

ahvi: is this a threat ? cause it’s kinda feeling like a threat

ahvi4f1: i mean…we can make it one if you want us to 🤷🏾‍♀️

zendaya: as your bestfriend i have to let you know, if you don’t drop this, i will do so for you (i will leak it)❤️

ahvi: sounds like less work for me tbh 🤷🏽‍♀️

zendaya: alright yall secret project dropping next month at 4 pm PST

ahvi: ouuu d*sney dupe 🤭

tomholland2013: please, don’t check your messages mate

zendaya: don’t listen to him. go check your messages babe. go ahead.

ahvi: #CANCELZENDAYA

liked by: zendaya, tomholland2013 and 45.856 others

ahvi

liked by: lewishamilton, sza and 5.946.087 others

ahvi: why didn't y'all tell me Australia is so hot ?? oh wait.. thats just me sorry y'all

landonorris : FIRST !

ahvi: 15th actually

landonorris : ......... you think you're so funny huh

ahvisdrafts: i mean she is actually a full time stand up comedian, part time singer-songwriter.

ahvi: you get it

username2: so, you and whats his face broke up and now you're going between F1 drivers?

f1grids: wow, never expected an A lister to become a grid groupie

girly2pop: are you ready to write a song for that man?

ahvi: stooop. shhhhhh. if no one mentions it EVER AGAIN i won’t have to do it

normani: tea is she's actually written like six of em already

georgerussell63: why is it always me?!

username29: girl we've heard the rumors about you getting around miss paddock princess

username : never would i have expected ahvi to become as close as she is with the f1 grid…like i didn't even know she knew what f1 was

username9: shes sleeping her way through it lol

username: girl you need to back up off charles

username6: no for real...going to australia three weeks before race week? way to scream desperate

Over the last year Ahvi has become somewhat of a hermit, between rumors swirling of a potential relationship between her and Charles, and her break up with her ex-friend becoming known to the public. All of this buzz around her name has generated a lot of hate, whether it be from her ex-friend's fans, Charles fans or her own haters. For the last year Ahvi has just been the internet's punching bag, despite not being active on the internet.

In the year she took away from social media a lot happened, a lot changed. Before she started her break, she was just off a stadium world tour, about to drop her first proper album. She felt on top of the world, until one day, with only three months left in her tour. Just before her second day at Wembly Stadium, when she fainted during soundcheck and was sent to the hospital.

- a year ago -

Her heartbeats so loud she almost can't hear what the nurse in front of her is saying. The nurse smiles lightly "I know this is probably very shocking, so I will give you some time, but your options are a bit limited with how far along you are." Ahvi nods, trying to process the words that were said to her, "I just- I'm sorry, I know I've made you say it to me a hundred times over but just...one more time and can I see the results."

"Don't worry, this is a common response in this situation," the nurse says as she hands over the blood test results. Ahvi looks at the blood test results, there it is, in black and white, "your HCG levels are higher than normal," the nurse points to her HCG results. Aleyah's eyes follow the nurse's finger, "Your results put you at being 17 weeks pregnant." There's that word again, pregnant, the one part of this she can't wrap her head around. As the nurse was talking to her an ultrasound tech brought in an ultrasound machine.

Ahvi tries her best to truly listen and absorb what the nurses are telling her as she lifts her shirt up to start the ultrasound. When the ultrasound tech brings the wand to where the gel was put a fast heartbeat fills the room and tears swell in the young singers eyes.

The 22-year-old looks at the ultrasound screen, a small incredulous whisper tumbles from her lips, "what the fuck."

[andhumanslovedstories]

I don’t know why it just occurred to me that a bunch of the people who joke “a second [x] has hit the towers” were not alive when 9/11 happened. Like to me that’s a transformative pivot point of my life, a before and after. And to some of you guys, it’s like. History. It’s a thing that happened to other people before you were born.

It's not that I think people shouldn't make 9/11 jokes. I don’t think that, also I'm not in charge of jokes on the internet from everyone in the world, and also some are very funny. Like with most things in the Venn diagram of tasteless and funny, the jokes in the overlap: 1) are pure art, and 2) vary wildly from person to person. But for some reason, I suddenly understood the passage of time and what September 11th being 22 years ago means, and I was like “oh. huh. HUH.” Because now jokes about 9/11 coming from someone with no memory of 9/11, who maybe wasn't even born yet? That is so weird to me. what do you mean you don't remember 9/11. what do you mean you're 19. when I was 19, I remembered 9/11.

I grew up in Bush's America, and Bush's America taught us there were only three eras in history: everything that led up to 9/11, the day of 9/11, and everything that happened because of 9/11. That's the land I'm from, that's how we were brought up back there. If you could study history like a map, then some dates would get to be the capital city. In a territory of a thousand different towns, here’s the town with the star next to its name. If you're zoomed out far enough, the only town with a name at all. It's the mandatory detail, the guaranteed example.

It’s really weird to suddenly feel moored in history, to feel yourself becoming a primary document in some future generation's history essay. I felt a magical chronal mindlink with some middle-aged New York ad man in 1965 listening to teens talk about Pearl Harbor. I felt exactly my age and exactly my nationality. I felt like a time capsule. I felt like my mother that time I asked her what it was like growing up in the 1960s, and she told me about the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr.

Anyway, comedy shows kept playing in New York City. I read an article once about one of the shows, a couple weeks after or a week after or maybe a day after, maybe it was September 12. When the comedian inevitably made a joke about the events of about that bad thing that had happened last Tuesday, the crowd reacted. But I don't remember how, and it's very frustrating that I can't find the article, because I remember that the crowd booed, but I cannot remember if they then laughed. Maybe it was a really good joke.

[insult-2-injury]

Debts Repaid

Dan Heng x F!Reader

When a stubborn Dan Heng is injured in battle, you insist upon healing him. He's never liked debts, but being beholden to you wouldn't be the worst thing, he thinks. Not when there are so many ways to balance the scales.

AO3 Link, 4k, fingering, cock warming, dirty talk, p in v, light pain kink

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“You’re hurt.”

“Nothing to worry about.”

“I knew it!”

“Move aside, please.”

Despite the inherent lack of sincerity in his ‘please’, you allow Dan Heng to finally slip past your wide-armed defensive stance and into the safety of his bedroom. 

“I knew it,” you repeat, following him inside without much forethought. “I knew you’d been hurt the second you vanished after that fight. You act all humble and weird when you’re in pain. Let me see it.”

The tight-laced man, forever stoic, sighs and your existence seems to be well… nonexistent as he goes about his business as if you aren’t trailing him like a fly buzzing over his shoulder. Nothing new, really. The duality of Dan Heng is that regardless of his short, but not infrequent check-in texts when the two of you are separated, he avoids you on the Express like you’ve got some disease he’s reluctant to contract.

It’s just that you’re a healer. Your job in and out of combat is solely to make sure everyone stays alive and well, and if you can minimize unnecessary discomforts, well, it’s in your nature to do so. There’s just one person who complicates things. But Dan Heng and you have always had each other’s backs on the battlefield, so it should stand to reason that you should have each other’s backs in the more civil, quiet corners of the cosmos as well. 

“Come on, let me help. Then I’ll leave, I promise.” 

His eyes narrow over his shoulder. “I hear March calling for you.”

“Filthy liar. Where did you hurt yourself?”

“There she is again.”

You glower at the back of his head. “Oh, you’re a comedian, too, huh.”

“Something like that,” he says, forever impassive as he puts his things away with a well-hidden stiffness that belies the pain you can sense he truly feels.

“Fine, you want to go old-fashioned? Be that way.” When he predictably fails to provide the location of a first aid kit, you take it upon yourself to rummage through his lower cupboards.

He’s terrible at tolerating help, like he’s been hard-trained into an accepting solitude. And when he denies you, it’s automatic, a spring release that holds the cold weight of indifference. But you’ve seen him throw himself into the fray when your wellbeing is at stake. 

Dan Heng cares in his own ways.

Your fingers find the handle of a first aid kit.

“A-ha.”

“I said it was nothing to worry about,” a frigid voice says and you nearly leap out of your skin at how quickly he’s moved to stand behind you, the top of your head banging against a cabinet shelf hard as you swing to meet his downward gaze.

“It’s not nothing,” you grit out, rubbing the top of your scalp. “I saw you trying to hold your shit together, saw you make a break for the hallway the moment we got back. You’re stupidly stubborn, you know that? Stop saying it’s nothing.”

A strange bout of nerves creeps in as you scowl up at his towering form from where you kneel – the signature, flat, unamused slant of his lips, the glacial gray of his eyes not leaving yours.

His gaze narrows almost accusingly and, with an aching slowness, the tips of his fingers extend to graze the crown of your head. Not patting in condescension, not running through the strands there as you might have liked, just resting there at first, warming the top of your head. Until he draws those fingers together, clutches a small handful before releasing, measuring your reaction as he roots around the depths of your wide-eyed, questioning stare; seems to come to some conclusion before he backs away silently. 

Your jaw opens and shuts as your response speaks for itself, staying put for far too long to appear unphased, that same jittery feeling in the pit of your stomach as after a warp; except this time tainted with a sickening need to crawl beneath the spotlight of his gaze again. Perhaps nuzzle further into that strange contact. Never before has he touched you willingly; never without pulling away like it scalds.

With enough space to draw breath now, you leap to your feet, albeit on weaker legs. “So?”

“So what?” he says as if nothing has transpired, wincing as his clothes move against whatever wound is on his chest.

“Where is it, then?” You tip your chin up, determined now. “Your injury.”

He doesn’t reply, observing you, gaze steel and unflinching as he puzzles you out.

“I’m serious, Dan Heng, it’s why I’m on the Express in the first place. Unless you don’t trust my elemental process, which is totally fair. We can go another route, then, or I can go grab someone else. I just can’t in good conscience leave you here without at least knowing what shape you’re in.”

You trust him implicitly. Does it go both ways? Regardless, gone are the days you watch with an ache in your chest as he limps back to the Express with a tight-lipped grimace to tend to his own wounds. The crew says it’s fruitless, that he’s like an oyster snapping shut the moment you so much as look in its direction. Cold, dark, and mysterious, he might be. Impenetrable, he is not.

There are few things in life as hard as cracking through the exterior of the man standing before you, and few things that would be more satisfying. Dan Heng, you think, is an oyster worth cracking. And sometimes to crack the shell of a particularly tough one, you can’t ask permission.

“Your elemental process is sound, and you’ve never, to my knowledge, produced less than desirable results. You are highly capable,” he responds flatly after a time. “But I don’t care to be in the debt of others.”

“Enough of that talk. You won’t be in my debt.” You wave off his foolishness, feeling your cheeks heat, throat tighten a little at the compliment, however oddly phrased. “Do we need to draft up a legal document, something that will hold up in court? Or maybe Welt can tally up our debts, lord knows he’s looking for something to do.”

It is a victory when a tiny, amused huff punches from between his lips. “No,” he says after what feels like minutes, “no, that won’t be necessary.”

“Good. Besides, I don’t think Welt would approve of what we’re doing anyway,” you say before you realize how it sounds. Something flickers behind Dan Heng’s eyes. “I just mean talking silly debts.”

He nods, gives an acknowledging hum before turning away from you, allowing your heart to start beating again. “I suspect Welt would be too busy delighting in our collaboration to find much issue with talk of misplaced obligations.”

Dan Heng shrugs out of his jacket, movements stiff and jerky.

“I mean,” you blurt lamely, “if anything, I’d be in your debt. You’ve rescued my ass countless times.”

“Nonsense.”

You haven’t thought this far ahead, haven’t anticipated the inevitable intimacy of the situation. And it’s almost scandalous the way his black long sleeve shirt clings to his lean, athletic form – you should be feeling sorry for him, not eyeballing him like some degenerate. 

Dan Heng tosses his coat carelessly over the back of his desk chair. “Debt can be easily mistaken for ownership.” You’re quickly losing your nerve, fire blazing across your skin as his fingers find the hem of his shirt. You turn away quickly.

He continues. “It has a tendency to… complicate things.” He clearly has no reservations about modesty – you can hear the struggle as he draws his shirt up over his abdomen, unsticking it with an agonized groan from the unseen injury you can only assume is on his chest. “I don’t intend to own you, although it wouldn’t be the worst thing. But maybe you’re right, it’s best if we mutually agree to balance the scales.”

The air is thin, suffocating, and you have no capacity to process his words, suddenly, their meaning much too big to untangle.

Your thoughts spin in a hopeless broken circuit; shit. What are your intentions here? Hadn’t they been purely to help? Oh, you’d be kidding yourself if you said you weren’t endlessly intrigued by Dan Heng but this… were you eager to settle a debt just as much as him?

The pad of approaching footsteps has you spinning on your heel.

Dan Heng, shirtless, clad in nothing but his black trousers now, the lean muscles of his hard chest on full display. He takes in your clear, doe-eyed trepidation with nothing but a sharp calculation.

But the weeping crimson across his left breast shatters the hyperawareness of his proximity. You gasp at the three ragged, parallel claw marks, each about the length of a forefinger.

“I’ll be fine, my body heals quicker than most.”

“Doesn’t matter if this gets infected,” you exclaim. “You’re so frustrating. I’m going to heal you and then I swear I’ll pummel you right over again.”

He hums.

“You should’ve come to me,” you scold, too absorbed in concern to consider how close you are to him. “How were you even going to fix it at this angle, huh? Sort of just look in the mirror and hope for the best? You can’t do this again, Dan Heng.”

You don’t wait for a smart remark, pointing to the space where his bed meets the cherry paneled wall. “Go sit, I’ll grab a washcloth. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

At least he follows your instructions, albeit with an inclement downturn of his lips as you aid in propping him against the wall, grabbing a pillow for his head. He seems inherently uncomfortable with the fussing but says nothing of it, and you care little as you settle in beside him. The wound leaks, not a terribly worrisome amount, but enough that there’s an urgency to your actions as you dab around the claw marks.

“I’m so mad you,” you say after a time, trying to distract yourself from the way his eyes haven’t left your face since you started. “For not taking better care of yourself. I get worried when you disappear like that, you know. I don’t even want to ask how many times you’ve handled all this by yourself.”

“It’s easier that way.”

“To be alone?” Your eyes meet his and the intensity of his stare has you swiping the cloth a little too close. A groan of pain catches in his throat.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to–”

You trail off. His face is contorted beautifully, like he’s lost in some kind of strange daze as his eyebrows furrow, like he’s concentrating on the feeling. You sit back on your heels with a tumultuous sigh. “I need to disinfect. It’s gone untreated long enough that I don’t want to take chances.”

His eyes slit open, roll over to yours with a sardonic tilt to his brow that says haven’t we already agreed to this

“It’s just… it’s going to sting. A lot. Obviously. But the rest is comparatively painless.”

You bite at the inside of your cheek and his eyes fall to the nervous tic, his pink tongue flitting out to lick at his bottom lip. With a nod, his hand slides to rest innocuously atop your knee as he settles back against the wall.

“I trust you.”

A lump climbs into your throat at the unexpected honesty of his words. It’s not only the bleeding heat of his palm that has you dizzy, it’s the weighted significance of what he’s just allowed to slip into the light. A trust you’d rather die than break.

You nod back, watch the rise and fall of his chest to steady your own. What would the rest of the crew think if they knew where you sat, thigh pressed hotly against Dan Heng’s? Your heart pulses in rhythm to whatever strange tension is bridled amidst the growing silence, his hand resting upon your knee like a comfortable promise.

Okay.”

Tentatively, you swipe across the first lesion. He goes rigid and the strangled groan that comes out of him doesn’t sound entirely like one of pain, you think, the noise reverberating up your spine and worming its way into the back of your brain. 

You pause, allowing you both a breath, your palm sliding down his bicep and squeezing comfortingly, yet in the same instant, Dan Heng anchors his nails into your thigh. Hard.

You wait for him to unlatch from you, something anxious and excitable rising from the pit of your stomach. But he doesn’t release, his fingers scalding against the bare skin where your skirt has ridden up.

Whatever rationality you have left, you call upon it, legs squeezing together to assuage the flash of startling heat between them when his thumb swipes back and forth, like he’s the one comforting you. “Almost done,” you say, throat humiliatingly dry.

Not daring to meet the icy vortex of his gaze, you wet another cloth and clean him with quaking hands, pressing hard to remove the grit that has crusted around the wound. He jerks again, the lean muscles of his legs tensing against the sides of yours as his hips almost roll with the movement.

The silence is punctuated by your name, rasped out with an almost reverence, the tendons in his neck flexing as his head falls back against the wood. You stiffen in disbelief, and his hand goes back to kneading into the soft of your flesh. 

“Do you need a… um. Do you need a break?” you breathe.

“No, keep going.”

The aching pulse between your legs acts as gravity, his palm drawing a little further up your leg, lethally close to breaching the point of no return. You balance on that tightrope, a single glance revealing fully the effect you’ve had, as well, his arousal pushing intently against the confines of his trousers.

Not trusting yourself to speak, you finish cleaning the wound, something shockingly perverse relishing in a small way the audible clench of his jaw, nails digging half moons into your flesh as he rides out the sensations. You shudder at the twitch of his hand, like he’s restraining himself from providing some sort of relief to the insistent need between his legs.

“Well,” you swallow, “all that’s left now is the easy part.”

Your eyes lift to his and a dangerous change ripples through him at whatever he finds there. Deliberately slow, as if not to spook you, he wriggles a palm between your thighs, prying them gently apart for better access, tracing delicately along your trembling skin.

“You c-can’t.”

“I can.” He slides to cup you between the legs.

The sudden, bleeding heat of the pressure of his entire palm cuts off your protest in an exhilarating rush. Your head lolls forward. Placating fingers move to drag across the flimsy cloth barrier between him and your cunt, pressing accusingly into the space you’re most wet for him with a satisfied hum.

“Are you still mad at me?” he asks softly.

“I just need to finish up h-healing, then we can–” Your tongue is too heavy to speak as he brushes lazy figure eights across the crotch of your panties, probing with a perfect pressure, solid yet tender, but not only for your benefit. He’s drawing pleasure from this, too, gaze mapping across your features like he can memorize every delectable crease at the corner of your eyes, every tiny flare of your nostrils as you utter vacuous objections.

“You are.” He nods grimly. “You said I should have come to you sooner. I wish I would have.”

“Just let me finish–” Fingers slide beneath sodden fabric to dip two fingers inside you with humiliating ease, a depraved squelch the only sound of your resistance shattering as your hips lurch to chase his touch. 

“It’s a shame that I kept my infatuations with you in the dark for so long. I could’ve had you some time ago. Don’t be mad at me,” he insists and a torn whine releases from your throat. “Consider this recompense for the lost time.”

The position is slightly awkward and his pumps are shallow in turn, but you concede to shamelessly grinding against his palm. You think you should feel some terrible guilt in the way you’re being driven by baser impulses, even while his wounds still call to be tended to. But the concern lies deep beneath the high of watching the enraptured look on his face at your display.  

Gently, he slithers his grasp beneath your thigh in order to lever your position up and over one of his legs. 

“That better?” he asks, fingers finding a more comfortable home again between your legs, rolling in a perfect rhythm across your clit.

You nod mechanically.

“Good,” he hums low, “that's good.” 

The subtle flush of his pale cheeks and his own labored breath as he gets off on the pleasure he’s giving you sends an exhilarating thrill down your spine, expanding until you’re drenching his fingers with a long, final whine.

“There you go.”

When your spasms dissolve into delicate flutters, Dan Heng drags his fingers from you. Mindlessly, you kick off your panties completely.

“I thought we weren’t talking debt anymore,” you catch your breath, heart slamming against your ribcage still. 

“Consider us even.” He inhales deeply, letting out a long, cleansing sigh. 

“I don’t think we’re even. Does that mean you own me?” Your eyes rise purposefully to meet his and there’s a long silence before he speaks, voice lower.

“It wouldn���t be the worst thing.”

Debt is a scapegoat, you know, for the formidable pull between you. Deliberately unbalance the scales here and you’ll be inclined to return to each other for more. Not that you wouldn’t have anyway, but you realize this moment gives an excuse to provide an answer to the overarching question between you of what this was, what this could be. And you know you want more. It doesn’t stop at cracking his shell. You want Dan Heng.

“I need to heal you now,” you say and he just blinks at you. “Can you hold still?”

He searches your features before his head dips in a slow nod.

You reach down to pop open the top button of his pants, rewarded by the shaky sigh that fans across your face as he fully comprehends. You’re grateful he’d saved you the trouble earlier of removing his intimidating top layers. He doesn’t protest, settling back to watch with a hawklike precision.

You guide him out tenderly, his cock springing back against his belly, precum drooling, smearing across his skin. Aside from the gentle whirring of his database behind, the only sound is Dan Heng’s appreciative groan as you pump him twice, caging his legs between yours as you delight in the heated weight of him in your palm. 

The still glistening fingers he’d used to pleasure you with he slides across the tip of himself in small circles, wiping you off there, gifting you the sight of him mixing you in with his own beading arousal.

One hand wrapping his base, the other bracing on the wall beside his head, you raise your hips to position him at the soaking wet heat of your entrance. Palms seize hold of your waist.

“I’m warning you now, if this is what you want…” he grates, tone taking on a darker edge. “I won’t spare you my compulsions any longer. I’ve wanted you too long to be satisfied with having you just the once.” 

You smile at the admission, answer clear as your drenched folds envelop him with undue ease, the stretch exquisite as you bear down on him slowly, the both of you unable to do much more than share a shallow gasp. Dan Heng’s abdomen pulls deliciously taut as he’s taken inch by inch.

Your lips part, eyes flutter shut. There’s no going back, you agree. Not now that you’ve felt the needy throb of him inside you. “You’re going to have to hold still,” you repeat.

He pinches the hem of your shirt between thumb and forefinger. “Take this off.”

You smile, pull your top over your head, the movement jarring you atop him, tearing a hiss from between his teeth before he’s back on you. His greedy palms take the immediate liberty of exploring. sliding across your bare skin and you savor his focused infatuation for a moment before you gently tug his wrists away.

“Stay still,” you repeat. “I can’t very well patch you up if you’re moving all over the place.”

Dan Heng’s eyes darken on yours with a cold, severe impatience as he registers your intent with a tick of his jaw. He’d all but admitted earlier he likes his pain served hot; so he won’t mind you warming his cock while you put him back together, will he?

A long, calculating stare before he answers, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. “Of course.” His head falls back against the pillow, throat bobbing when you sit back to settle more comfortably onto his length, the ghost of a grimace upon his lips.

It’s a strange experience on both sides, the process of electro healing. Some say it’s an itchy, distressing sensation; some say it’s pleasant, the feeling of your skin knitting itself back together.

If you were to go by Dan Heng’s reactions, you’d say it’s the latter. Every bit of him is a live wire, tensed and vibrating as you guide your healing hands across each mark on his chest, electricity prickling and drawing stubborn skin back together. It’s a drawn out process, one that requires the touch of a patient hand in order to not leave behind scars.

It’s difficult work, made infinitely more so by the fixed state of tortured lust recycling between the both of you, stoking with each subtle shift of him inside you.

“You’re doing well,” you murmur softly, years worth of proper bedside manner taking hold.

His cock twitches at the praise, but otherwise he’s stone cold, jaw set, eyes seeming to fight in order to focus with a vicious intensity on the space you’re connected, like he’s tormenting himself with the sight. 

“Almost done,” you whisper, a bandage weaving its way into existence as you trace your index in a rectangle around his wound. “There shouldn’t be pain, but some people say they feel a bit of a phantom itch around the area, so I like to bandage over it regard–”

A hand threads into your hair and the world spins as you’re flipped with impressive speed onto your back, your head hitting the soft of his pillow with a gasp. His palm wraps the front of your throat lightly, keeping your head effectively trapped within his frigid gaze, almost daring you to try and look away as his thumb seeks the support of your ratcheting pulse.

Dan Heng kicks his pants off the rest of the way, wasting no time shoving your skirt carelessly above your waist before spearing himself into you again, his pool of restraint run dry by your teasing. “I should keep you here for good. Never let you leave this room.” Your legs wrap his waist as he spears into your folds, hitting a spot again and again that has your toes curling.

His lips slam against yours, tongue pressing in to better devour your cracked whimpers. You’re going to pass out, you think, can’t even seem to draw a breath as he spirals atop you. He pulls back to lick across the seam of your mouth, groaning appreciatively. “I hope you had fun. I have my proclivities. But so do you.” He leans into your ear; soft, even voice a contrast to the way he fucks recklessly into you, each thrust brutal and precise. “You did such a good job on me today. Nobody could have done it better. I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to fuck you like this–”

With a shattered cry, you climax, back arching against his as he pulls back to drink in your twisted expression. “Tell me how I own you,” he pants, breaths coming quicker,  “tell me who you belong to now.”

His mouth captures yours again, not even wanting of an answer, and even through the white hot heat of your release, you search out his lower lip with your teeth and bite down. The choked splutter that escapes from his throat is beautiful, his striking features twisting into a snarl as he picks up a devastating pace, driving himself into you with a ferociousness on his face you’ve only ever seen aimed at shared enemies.

His hand clutches a handful of hair at the crown of your head as he leverages himself to slam as deep as he can. Each stuttered jerk of his hips is bliss as he spills inside you, his head falling into the sweat damp crook of your neck as if he can’t hold it properly upright as he groans out a lengthy release.

Fingers comb through your hair and slowly you’re rolled over onto his chest as your breathing evens out, tucking yourself into his side, hand splaying across the bandage there. You look at him, feeling utterly spent, and are rewarded by a contented sigh when you smooth your palm across his stomach.

“So, how do we know if the score is settled?” you say and he huffs a small laugh.

“We’ve got time.”

You smile to yourself. In the meantime, it wouldn’t be the worst thing, you think, being Dan Heng’s.

[experimentfae]

Julie Joyful + GN! Human! Reader

Platonic / one shot

To you the day felt mundane which is strange because you always have something to do but today was different you had nothing planned, maybe you could read a book or- a panicked knocked interrupted you’re thought process.

“Huh wonder who that will be?” You asked yourself as you reached for the door and opened to see Julie with a suit on, which is new to you “wow Julie going for a professional look now a days?” She laughed in responds “oh no I’m playing office with Eddie I came to see if you wanted to join, it’s been getting stale with just me and him although frank joins but it’s rare.” You during have plans so you agreed.

“Sounds like a good time.” “Great! Bring your best office outfit and meet at my home.” Julie stated as she waved bye and ran back to her house. “All right, better find an outfit.”

Thankfully it was quick so, you put on you’re best office outfit and headed to Julie’s place. When you got there you knocked the door and Julie opened the door with Eddie behind her “(y/n) you finally came!” you saw Eddie also in suit seeming to have a notepad and next to Julie a drawing of a pie, “now let’s get down to business!” Demanded Julie.

You both sat on the ground as Eddie handed you a notepad “here just in case you don’t remember, she tends to talk fast.” Spoke Eddie “thanks.” You grabbed it with a pen you had “I do not speak so fast Eddie you just gotta pay close attention.”

“But Julie “now let’s get down to business! We need to do this and this.” Eddie wasn’t lying the more she spoke the faster she went almost as if it was a marathon “um jul- she continued talking not realizing that you were trying to grab her attention.

This continued until Eddie yelled “Julie slow down I can’t write all that!” Clearly in a panic of not able to process all that information. “No worries it’d simple, now let’s get to work.” Julie then went to a fake desk while you and Eddie went to your own.

You could only pretend to know what you are doing, pretending that you are writing files on your pretend computer.

You looked back up to see Julie writing on her notepad “hmmmm… (y/n) do you think barnaby would like to invest in our business?” She asked you “hmmm I believe he would want me to give him a call?” “Oh please do!” She agreed happily, you picked up her telephone and dialed barnaby number.

Not long after Barnaby pick up the phone “Yellow?” You laughed in response “that’s an interesting way to hello.” You stated he laughed in response “well yeah I am a comedian after all but, hello (y/n) whats brings you to call me?” “Well j- Julie then immediately jumped to your side and grabbed her phone from you “we wanted to know if you wanted to invest in our business!” She practically yelled with her other hand flapping in excitement.

Barnaby chuckled “of course I want to, hey Wally want to take part invest in this business too?” You then heard Wally through the phone “invest? But I don’t really wear vest.” You couldn’t help but laugh eventually you calmed down enough to say “no Wally that not how it works.”

“Oh then how?” “Actually yeah it’s funny I play this game once in a while but I never actually knew how it actually works.” Stated Julie “well… let me explain.” They were genuinely interested in what you teaching them “Wally asked the most questions of course, you need isn’t mind answering them.

“Wow (y/n) you know so much.” Julie spoke amazed by you’re knowledge of business “well of course, my family owns a business so I had to learn a thing or two.” You stated with a shrug.

“Wow then you’re a business expert, Eddie write this down!” Eddie begin to write it down “I guess, so Wally into an investment?” “Hmmm yeah I’ll love to try investment.” “That’s great! I’ll write your name down thanks!” You handed the phone to Julie as you wrote Wally and barnaby on the white board.

“Thank you for helping our business goodbye.” Spoke Julie and she put the phone down “ywt we have two already.” Now back to work guys!

Everyone including you pretending to do office work until playtime was over “let’s like we are off schedule, thanks for playing guys.” Julie thanked happy to downed time with her friends “of course it’s always fun let’s play again Julie.” Spoke Eddie as he got up and went to the front to leave “oh and (y/n) thanks for playing you’re a natural.” “Thanks and you’re pretty good at it too Jules.” Suddenly Julie gasped “you gave me a nickname! Oh I never had a nickname before.”

“I’m sorry did I- “No, no I love it I have to give a nickname too, don’t know what though I’ll have to work on it.” Julie then hugged you “goodbye (y/n) see you next time!” You happily waved goodbye and walked out, feeling happy theat you got to spend time with your pals.

[thrawns-babygirl]

Discomfort (Crosshair x GN!Reader)

Should I be working through my asks? Yes. Do I just really want to give Crosshair head? Also yes. Is Medic!Reader my favourite Crosshair trope? 100% yes. So have this self indulgent smut that I tried to add plot to

Also wanted to practice GN stuff so let me know how it goes. Also if it's not obvious the author is not a doctor and will never be one so please don't judge that part too harshly lmao.

Rating: E

Summary: Crosshair comes home from a mission injured and comes to see you after hours

Warnings: Oral M!Receiving (yes 2k words and that is literally it lmao)

Word Count: 2231

Masterlist

Did I write my longest fic yet just to give Cross some sloppy toppy? Abso-fucking-lutely. And I regret NOTHING

It was late when the Batch arrived back on Kamino, a ping on your comm failing to wake you from your heavy slumber. It had been a rather hectic day after all. Although you were officially the medic assigned to Clone Force 99, while they were off world you earned your keep looking after other squads who had gotten injuries while training or taking care of groups of clones that had to return to Kamino for medical emergencies. Which in the past few rotations was a lot of clones.

You were however roused from your slumber when your door chimed indicating a visitor. Grumbling to yourself and pulling on some loose fatigue pants and a tank top you shuffle over to the door of your modest quarters prepared to give your unwelcomed guest a piece of your mind.

Hitting the door panel, the door whooshed open to reveal Hunter and Crosshair, the former looking tired and apologetic with the weight of the latter slung over his shoulder.

“Sorry to bug you so late doc, but the long necks over in medical told us to come to you if it wasn’t life threatening, something about being over capacity at the moment” Hunter explained gesturing to the taller man next to him.

“I’m fine Hunter” Crosshair grit out, but you didn’t miss the slight wince as he tried to put pressure on his right leg.

All previous grouchiness leaving you as you took in the sight of an irate and obviously in pain Crosshair leaning against his brother. They both looked exhausted and given that it’s been a good number of rotations since you’ve seen them, you’re not surprised they look a little worse for wear.

Smiling softly, you move out of the doorway and gesture for them to come in. Hunter deposits a grumbling crosshair into one of the chairs in the corner of your room that seldom saw use. It’s not like you got too many visitors.

“I didn’t realise you were back home” you say as you head over to your cabinet to grab your supplies, given that he was still walking, you didn’t think there was too many problems with the sniper, but better to be safe than sorry.

“We only just got back, Tech tried to comm you, and when you didn’t reply we went to your bay in Medical only to be told to Kriff off basically by the regs there who-” Hunter attempted and failed to stifle a yawn “-seemed to have their hands full”.

“Go back to the barracks sarge, I’ll patch up Mr. Talkative over there and send him back over when we’re done” You smile as Hunter gives you a relieved look and nods at Crosshair “Behave yourself” he says as he heads towards the door leaving you alone with the sniper, who has yet to say a word to you.

“So Cross, what’s the problem?” You ask as you haul the remarkably taller man over your shoulder and guide him towards your bed to lie him down and you can begin examining what appears to be his right ankle if his limp is any descriptor.

“Meddling team mates and an annoying doctor who won’t let me go to sleep” he bites back slipping a toothpick into his mouth as he lies back on the bed that you were occupying not even ten minutes ago.

“Oh, a comedian now huh? Well, the jokes on you because the sooner you tell me what’s actually happening then the sooner I’ll be out of your hair and you can actually get some sleep. Just like your brothers are probably doing right now. So, I’ll ask again smart-ass, what’s wrong?” you slide on some latex gloves and begin reaching over his lithe legs to remove his boots and the hard plastoid of the lower half of his armour.

“Right ankle. Rolled it wrong retreating from the seppie’s base at the end of our last mission. Tech checked it over and said nothing was broken and to get you to look at it when we got back. Here I am.” He finally answers.

“See? Was that so hard? I know you’re tired but this whole process goes by a lot faster when you cooperate” giving him a small yet genuine smile, you start rotating the ankle, applying small amounts of pressure to see where it hurts the most and taking mental notes as you go. His replies are short and clipped the entire time, even as you dropped the snarky façade you usually had when dealing with this specific clone in favour of your usual bedside manner.

You slowly place his leg back down onto the bed, grabbing some supplies from the box beside you before inputting your findings into your data-pad.

“You’re especially talkative tonight. Credit for your thoughts?” this was your olive branch. Any time the two of you were together you would banter, bicker and generally be a headache for whoever was unfortunate enough to be in your presence, usually his brothers.

He remains silent, avoiding eye contact and facing the wall towards the other side of the room. The smell of you was invading his senses as he laid his head back on your pillows and making his resolve crumble. You were always so willing to play his games, always willing to bite when he would bait you into the sort of banter that gave Hunter a headache and made the others worry you actually hated each other. But you didn’t hate him, you both knew that.  

He wished you would just hate him like everyone else. He wished you would have just turned him away to deal with the pain until you were actually on duty tomorrow instead of inviting him into your room, lying him on your bed as you looked over him in nothing but loose sweats and a thin tank top. He never saw you outside of your uniform and he wasn’t prepared for his body’s reaction to the sight of your skin, his blood rushing south. He was only hoping this would be over as soon as possible and that you wouldn’t notice his slowly growing arousal.

“-if that’s alright?” Crosshair is shaken from his stupor as he realises, you’re talking to him.

“What?” he asks eloquently dragging his eyes over to you.

“I won’t be able to fully examine your ankle through your blacks, they are compression suits after all so I can’t exactly roll them up your leg without possibly exacerbating whatever’s wrong. I’ll need you to strip from the waist down so I can see the full extent of the bruising and check the scope of the swelling to make sure there are no torn ligaments or anything like that. It shouldn’t take too long” you give him a tired smile, your words free from any of the venom they usually have when you address one another.

“Now doc, if you wanted me alone and naked in your room you just had to ask” he smirks over at you. Trying to stall for time and will his semi hard cock to go down.

You roll your eyes, but you are acutely aware of the blush that has bloomed over your face. You can’t say you’ve never thought about it, that would be a huge lie. You’ve thought about it a lot. You were thinking about it as you went to sleep a few hours before being awoken by the object of your desires standing in the doorway to your quarters. But you were a doctor, and he was your patient, now was not the time to be having such inappropriate thoughts, now was the time to bury those feelings deeper than you usually would and just do your job.

“Oh? Alright then, pants off di’kut” you bite back, hoping that your snark covers up how you’re genuinely curious about what he’s hiding under his blacks. Looking up from your data-pad, you notice he’s blushing, Avoiding eye contact with you again.

You’re taken aback, even when your banter turns flirty, you’ve never seen the man in front of you blush, let alone seem embarrassed as he does now. Clearing his throat, he shifts on the bed, lifting his hips slightly to slide his blacks down. You’re about to tell him that if he’s uncomfortable he doesn’t need to undress in front of you, but the words catch in your throat as your eyes are drawn to the source of his discomfort.

He’s huge, long, thick and impossibly hard, the sight makes your mouth water and clears every professional thought from your head. You shake your head and attempt to get back into your ‘doctor’ headspace but its impossible to drag your eyes away from his length. Finally looking down to his ankle you begin to poke and prod and ask questions.

You determine that there is no severe damage and finally swallow your pride and meet his gaze again. His near permanent scowl is replaced with a smug smirk as he takes in your flustered expression.

“See something you like doc?” he all but purrs at you and your face feels like its on fire.

“Y-yes well there doesn’t appear to be anything that will require urgent medical attention, some bacta and a bandage as well as two or three days of rest will be all you need” your eyes burn into his, refusing to travel any lower as you remove your gloves.

“I don’t know about that doc… I can think of something else I might need. I do have some other areas of… discomfort” he’s teasing you now, happy to finally have the upper hand again.

You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry as you refuse to break eye contact with him.

“And- uh- how would you like me to help with that… discomfort, trooper?” your words are just above a whisper as your common sense loses out to your desire and your gaze return to his throbbing length, you notice a bit of precum has gathered at the tip and you want nothing more than to lean down and taste it.

Kark it. You two have been dancing around this for too long and professionalism is overrated anyway.

“You’re the doctor, you’re the one who should know what the patient nee- Ah” you cut him off by licking a line from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling your tongue along the tip to gather the beaded precum that has gathered over the course of your examination. He lets out a hiss, teeth clenching down on the toothpick in his mouth as the feeling of your warm mouth engulfs him.

He was just teasing, he didn’t think either of you would actually take that final step and he’s thrown off guard. You sense you have the advantage over him now and suck hard, running your tongue along the veins on the underside of his cock.

“Kriff doc, just like that- karking perfect” he grunts out above you. He’s panting now, his voice has lost its teasing edge and his hips are slowly rising to shove himself further into your warm mouth. You bring your hand around to stroke the part of him that you can’t fit into your throat.

He moves one of his hands to the back of your head, forcing you further onto his length and causing you to gag slightly. He lets out a sinful groan at the sound of you gagging on his cock, it sends jolts of electricity down his spine pushing him closer to the edge faster than he anticipated.

The sounds he’s making are downright addictive, causing you to double your efforts. Right now, you decide, you are going to give this man the best head of his life. Saliva runs out of your mouth down his shaft and onto his balls as you gag and moan around him. His heavy pants and soft slurping sounds are the only things that can be heard in your room as you bring him closer and closer to the edge.

The hand that’s not wrapped around his shaft moves down to his balls, moving and fondling them before your mouth leaves his length and you run your tongue along his balls, pumping him as you take one and then the other into your mouth sucking them lightly, savouring the strangled groans that he tries and fails to stifle.

“Kark- doc- I’m gonna-” you take him as deep in your throat as you can, swallowing around him as his hand tangles in your hair and holds you there as he spills down your throat, emptying himself into your welcoming mouth, hips thrusting up of their own accord.

You release his cock with a ‘pop’ and move to look up at him. He looks utterly ruined. Wide eyes, blown pupils and heaving chest stripping away all his prior cockiness. His mouth hangs open slightly, toothpick threatening to fall from its current position perched precariously on his bottom lip as he stares at you.

You apply some bacta patches, a bandage and hand him his previously discarded pants. You input some information into your data-pad before turning back to him.

“Well, if that’s everything I recommend returning to your barracks for a good night’s rest trooper. If any further… discomfort arises you know where to find me” you wink down at him.

@where-is-my-mind-tho

@starborncyare

[xxcatzladyxx]

Tengen Uzui x Reader | The Sound Pillar

Hello everyone! ^^

Here is the third oneshot. This time with the god of flashiness, Tengen Uzui.

I would like to thank you again for all the likes. I never thought that Giyu would get more likes than Kyojuro. Do not misunderstand. Giyu was my favorite first and foremost. Now it's Kyojuro/Tengen.

I hope you enjoy reading!

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"You want me to be what?"

"You'll be my fourth wife!"

"But you have a bird!", you make the appropriate gesture to it. "You already have three wives. Isn't that enough for you?"

You two argue so loudly that by now every other pillar has interrupted its activity and is watching the two of you. But you do not let yourselves be disturbed.

"Yes, I have a bird, a crow to be exact!"

"Very funny, Tengen! Has the worthy gentleman hung up his job as a demon hunter and become a comedian? Or did you just have a clown for breakfast? I have a crow and so does every other pillar here. The only difference is that none of them wear such stupid headgear."

The loud laugh from the Pillar of Flame, Rengoku, rings out.

"You see, even Kyōjurō has to laugh at your comedy already."

"He's more likely to laugh at you than at me, my dear!" grinned the Pillar of Sound to himself.

"Don't call me your love!" you cross your arms in front of your chest and turn away from Tengen.

You snort once, hard, annoyed. Tengen rips your nerves to the core.

"So, what now, my dear? You won't meet a flamboyant man like me a second time.", he emphasized the word 'my love' extra hard to annoy you.

You roll your eyes. You don't understand how you can be so sure of yourself. Healthy self-confidence is good, but you can also overdo it. Just like Tengen.

"Are you deaf? No, I'm not going to be your wife! I won't today! I won't tomorrow! Not in a week let alone a month either! Never! Never in my life! Just get it out of your head!"

You are slowly but surely at the end of your rope. If you continue to argue with him, you won't have a voice tomorrow. You're more than sure of that. You would put your hand in Rengoku's fire. He is still laughing loudly about your quarrel.

Actually you get along with him brilliantly. But right now, you're so pissed off at Tengen's stubbornness that you'd love to shut Rengoku up without batting an eye if he didn't stop his stupid laugh right now.

"Then in one year, my dear!" grinned Tengen victoriously.

Confused, you turn your head in his direction.

"Huh?" you quip wittily.

"You said not today, not tomorrow, not in a week and not in a month, however you never mentioned a year. So, my dear!"

"I know what I said. Are you slow on the uptake? I said never! That goes for all time!"

You want to throw more at him, however, you know that would just be a pure and pointless waste of time. You wave him off and go your way. You need some peace and quiet and decide to go for a walk.

After a while you arrive at a flower meadow. You stop and enjoy the view. Here grow your favorite flowers, lilies. White lilies.

You pick one and turn it back and forth in your hand. White. Snow white. Like the hair from the pillar of sound. Dumbfounded, you stare at the lily. Why does it come to your mind, though you only push it away from you? Does it seem to please you against your own will? You just don't want to see it? And you tell yourself the opposite?

Let's stick to the truth. He's good-looking. He's quite tall. He's got great muscles. His eyes are captivating. And his deep voice. The only thing that bothers you about him is his stupid attitude. Who does he think he is? A god? For a shiny, flamboyant god? God of flashiness? God of festivals?

"So you like, lilies? Very interesting. I'll have to make a note of that."

You give a low shriek and in shock, the flower falls out of your hand and onto the dirty ground. With a scowl, you turn to the troublemaker.

"What do you want here?"

"I have to look after my future wife, don't I?"

"Tengen, how many times do I have to tell you...!...Oh, forget it."

He picks up the flower again and carefully puts it in your hair without breaking eye contact with you. You blush slightly on your cheeks.

"I will bring you a bouquet of white lilies every day until your house is filled with them for good."

"Tengen, no!" you interrupt him. "You must be a great man, or husband, whatever. Your wives may be lucky to have married you, too. But I can't imagine sharing a husband with other women."

"So that means if I wasn't married, you would become my wife?"

"Tengen, don't do anything stupid!"

You can already see the scene before you of the demon slayer breaking up with his wives just so you'll marry him.

"Yes or no?" he ends your head spin.

"Maybe, Tengen, maybe."

You make your way home, leaving him standing there. He doesn't mind, though. Not in the least. He has a plan and he's faster than you anyway. He'll give you a nice homecoming you'll never forget. And with a certain piece of jewelry piece.

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I hope you liked it! I am open for any requests. No spoilers, but spoilers! Next time it will be Kyojuro with a Lime/Lemon. I'm still not sure exactly what it is.

See you next time!

Your Wolfi <3

[cartoon-buffoon]

(Uh just in case) TW: Suicide & Guns

Problem with drawing this was HET's posing since it's supposed to be him reaching over Oswald to grab the gun, now this would be fine if not for both characters obviously having black bodies so you can see I kinda went crazy with the white outlines. Also for the hole on the side of Euthenasia's head: it annoys me how in WI the gun misfires and it blows out his eye, the problem is at that angle it has NO SHOT (heh, shot) of hitting his eye so I always imagined it just went in through his skull and ricocheted out his socket

Oh and here's a short little story/exchange between the two that's related to this drawing for my AU of HET & Euthenasia if you care and wanna read it that is ↓ (warning: lots of vulgarity & of course suicide being the main focus)

Euthenasia trembled and stared down the skull faced feline who had a firm grip on his gun "let it go Felix, I can't miss again" he exclaimed, finger still on the trigger "there's only one bullet left in the chamber"

Het ignored the buck's commands and spoke calmly in his raspy voice "Oz, put the gun down before you hurt yourself"

"haha! No shit Sherlock! That's the FUCKING point!" Euthenasia grit his teeth and clicked the hammer back "GET LOST AND LET ME DO THIS!"

Het tightened his grasp on the gun, ready to divert the barrel elsewhere if Euthenasia tried anything "listen, you unloaded 5 bullets into my skull!" He tapped the side of his head and pointed at the cracks the rabbit gave him "now I don't care really, I've been hurt far worse than some silly little bullets, but if you miss your shot you're gonna blow out your other eye, now put it down because I really don't wanna wear a vest reading 'seeing eye cat' for the rest of my fucking life"

"I won't miss if you just let go!"

"If I gotta live in this shit hole so do you! I know life ain't fair yet you just can't fuck off and die because of it!" Het hissed.

"oh you're a comedian now! Ain'tcha!? A real funny man! Because I find it so funny you constantly say I would be better off dead, but here you are! The one trying to stop me!" Euthenasia used his other hand to wave it in Het's face "the walking contradiction! Which is it now? Huh? Should I pull the trigger or not!?"

"...." Het stayed silent, his skull showing no emotion other than a permanent smile plastered onto it.

"oh! Does the kitty cat not have a smartass remark this time around!?" Euthenasia took a step closer to the cat his hand holding the gun making the entire thing shake like a blender "what's next from the hypocrite? Why don't you start to babble on your psychopathic bullshit hmm? See if that'll convince me not to do it! Heck maybe if you're lucky instead of dying I'll start seeing things from your fucked up point of view! I bet you'd like that, huh?"

If Het could scowl, this would be the moment he would of "Alright prick, stop attacking me and focus on yourself" Het spun Euthanasia around and made him gaze at his own reflection "Look in the mirror for a second...do you think Ortensia would wanna see you like this?"

Oswald glared up at the cat who was still holding the barrel of his gun and being the one thing stopping him. Slowly lowering his gaze his eyes fell onto the mirror in front of him. The dim light in the room obscured most of the surroundings yet he could still see his clear as day his broken visage. Gun pressed to his head, mouth stuck in a crooked smirk, eye spasming out and twitching, even his empty socket was leaking a trail of bloody tears that stained his white fur. Instead of his own appearance being the thing that snapped him out of it, it wasn't—rather the image of Het's face. Several cracks running across the feline's skull caused by bullets bouncing off it was what made Euthenasia snap out of his rage induced haze and finally come to his senses.

Euthenasia's grip slowly faltered on the gun as his eye was fixed on the mirror "oh god..."

"well looks like me being a pain your ass actually helped for once, ain't that neat?" Once Euthenasia let go, Het released the firearm and let it clatter to the ground "heh, you know it's bad when I'm the voice of reason here"

Euthenasia turned around and faced Het, seeing what he did even more clearly "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry"

"what for?" Het noticed the buck staring at the cracks across his skull "oh yeah, well that's what bullets do after all, I'm just thankful I'm such a hardhead otherwise they would of probably done a lot worse" Het knocked on his dome trying to lighten the mood

Euthenasia didn't say a word and wrapped his arms around Het and brought him into a hug. Het tensed up at the touch although after hearing some quiet sobs come from the rabbit he slowly leaned into it. The cat was unsure on what to do with his hands, apart of him wanted to hug back yet everything else told him otherwise, eventually he just rested his arms to the side and let out a sigh.

"a thank you would of worked just as fine"

Oswald remained quiet and tightened the hug, still choking down sobs.

"... Your welcome, Ozzie... you're welcome"

[heliocentricsunflower]

The Depictions of Death.

//TW! Themes and mentions of suicide

Levihan drabble 🫶

Rating: M

Word count: 748

ao3 link

based on a line I wrote: "When depictions of death are this beautiful, it's hard not to fall in love."

Takes place the night before Levi leaves to "escort"(babysit) Zeke to the forest. ,

Hange needs to vent.

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Hange valued life above all else. After all, if they were to lose their life, how would they satisfy their curiosities? What are titans? Where do they come from? Why do they exclusively consume people?

When stood face to face with the answers to the questions their heart happily beat to, the childlike curiosity lingering within them popped like a bubble.

Not only that, but as commander of the Scout Regiment, they barely had time for themself. The soldier known as Hange Zoë had to shed their energetic "self."

Of course, their right hand man was not blind to such thing. A face of stone with a heart of gold—no different than a thorned rose.

"Do you ever think people are in love with death?"

"Where's that coming from?"

"Nowhere in particular. Just a thought. Isn't death always written of so... beautifully in stories?"

"Don't go getting suicidal on me. I'm gonna make sure you got no eyes left if you do."

"Hey, it's just a thought!"

Well, that's what Hange wants to think.

Behind their desk, the commander's face drops any sign of emotion, an immediate concern for the captain.

"Always the bad liar," he thinks to himself with a scoff.

Six soft footsteps later, and Levi feels a head on his shoulder.

"So what if death is attractive?"

Taking a slow, deep breath, the captain answers. "You think you can live with yourself if you just leave your problems to those kids?"

"But won't be I dead by then?"

"..."

________

One head bonking later, and the two arrive to the commander's quarters.

"Call death beautiful all you want—I know you still hate it."

Removing their coat, "the commander" sleeps, and "Hange" is here to bear their problems.

"Bullshit is what it is. A bit of a comedian too. Don't you think it's funny? Of all the things, death is the one that doesn't discriminate."

"The captain" sleeps too; "Levi" is left to feel the sarcasm in Hange's words.

Of course, he feels the same way. "Death" chooses all, in the end. It takes an unborn child the same way it would a rotting politician.

"I'm—"

"Tired? I know. The brats too, me too, Hange."

Why... do you say it so softly?

"You always got a lot on your mind. Keep talking."

"But..."

"You think you can listen to my problems when you're feeling suicidal?"

"I'm not suicidal."

"Then keep talking."

Defeated, Hange lets themself lay between Levi's arms. And dear *Sina* if they had the time to talk about what was going on between them.

"I don't know what's keeping me going anymore. I'm not sad, nor angry. I'm just... tired. Is it justice? Is it vengeance? Is it the hearts everyone dedicated to freedom? Is it the lives they threw away in hopes of a better future? Is... *this* that future?"

Tracing Hange's palm with his fingers, Levi comforts them. "Fucking asshole that Erwin was, huh?"

A remark that made Hange choke out a chuckle, knowing it was in reference to him choosing them as his successor.

A new feeling stirred.

Doubt.

"But if I were him, I would've chosen you too. Leadership skills, half your life worth of experience as a scout, insanely book smart, street smart—who else would've been a better fit?"

"Didn't you once say 'Flattery will get you nowhere.' to a rookie?"

"I'm not flattering your delusional ass, I'm stating facts."

It earns another short chuckle from Hange. He can't help but smile at himself.

"Death will never be beautiful to me."

"I know. Death took everyone from you."

"Not everyone," he thinks, studying their face.

"For a someone whose intelligence rivals Erwin, you sure are one hell of an idiot?"

"Huh?"

"Definitely an idiot."

"Take of your glasses."

"O-Oh. Right."

Tonight was a rare one. It might also be the last he spends any time with them. Though, he'd rather not think about it. As he watches them place their glasses on their nightstand, he prays to whatever higher being that's out there to keep his remaining comrade alive.

"Hey, glasses," he utters, devoid of the usual prickliness in his voice.

Taken slightly aback by his sudden vulnerability, "Hm?" they respond.

"Stay alive. Promise me," he whispered weakly, hand spread on the mattress, reaching out to Hange.

"We've gone through hell and back—I think it's a little insulting that you think I'd die easily."

Levi surely doesn't, but he knows Hange never breaks a promise.

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A/N: ok jokes on you levi, did hange actually promise they would stay alive JWBZJWHUDBS MY HUMOR IS 💀💀💀

[eggs-can-draw]

hi dumb messy little fic thing

Silence. The boys are in a shitty car Hajime was given by the Future Foundation. One Izuto Kamukura is sleeping silently in the backseat with a Hajime-sized red hoodie draped over him haphazardly.

Things are wordlessly tense. Despite the smaller boy showing no signs of waking up anytime soon, Hajime can feel what can only be described as the watchful eye of a predator stalking it’s prey.

“…Hinata” Izuto murmured, voice cracking from a clear lack of use.

“OH uh…morning?” Hajime responded, unease creeping it's way into his tone.

“It’s 12:56”

Hajime turns to the car’s broken clock, it's cracked screen barely glowing at all, let alone displaying the time.

“How can you — oh uh, yeah”

Silence slowly gripped the small car once again, it's claws making it almost hard to breathe. That is, until Hajime once again heard a noise from the backseat.

“Is it like you wanted?”

“Huh?”

“You were in the reserve course. You mentioned you used to be fixated on talent and more specifically, your inherent lack.”

“Oh, yeah, you were watching the game with her, weren’t you”

“You would be hard pressed to find someone who didn’t watch the game.”

“Hahah yeah, Junko was… a lot of things, but she definitely seemed to have had a strong effect on others. I mean, you have Mukuro and whatever was going on there, and you have the remnants—“

“You’re avoiding the question”

“What?”

“I asked you a question. I expect an answer”

“Oh yeah uh…I guess? It’s a lot more pressure then I thought it would be” Hajime couldn't help but let out an awkward laugh, his own desperate attempt at lightening the tension that the two had been drowning in.

“Elaborate”

“Why are you so interested in this? I thought everything was boring to you, Mr. God-among-ants.”

“Those are Enoshima’s words, not mine. You intrigue me, Hinata. I want to learn more about you and your psyche.”

“How am I interesting? What, are you gonna make fun of the octagon thing?”

“You’re a fellow Ultimate Hope, it’s only natural for me to want to investigate this talent in the wild. It’s hard to use yourself as a test subject for something so rare. Be glad I haven’t decided to dissect you yet.”

“Har har, good joke mr ultimate comedian”

...

“If you’re going to ignore my initial question, I have decided to move on”

“…ok?”

“What do you think they’re going to do with me?”

“What?”

“This is the second fastest route to the Future Foundation’s headquarters. What do you believe your superiors will do when you hand me over.”

“Oh well…they’ll probably put you on trial, and hold you accountable for your crimes.”

“Despite your overall...lack of abnormality, you’re smart, Hinata. You read the reports on what the academy did to me, and you know just how many of that staff was carried over to the Future Foundation. I was built to be a weapon. Do you truly think they could allow such a powerful resource to rot in a cell?”

“Well…”

“What do you think they’ll do when they get their hands on the remnants?”

“Wh-“

“What will happen to them, Hinata?”

“I-“

“What will happen to Nanami’s friends?”

“I DONT KNOW”

Hajime didn't mean to yell but it came out that way despite his intentions.

Silence ensues. Hajime assumes that Izuto has fallen asleep and lets out a sigh. He focuses on driving them for a while. That is until he hears an odd noise come from the back seat.

“Kamukura, what—“ he looks back to find tears falling from Izuto’s face

“I’m-” His voice gets caught on the way out.

“I’m scared, Hajime”

“I…”

Hajime turned to look Izuto in the eyes, he had never before seemed so. mentally present.

“…I won’t let them hurt you”

“…”

“Or the remnants.”

Izuto looks up at him, clarity shining through his eyes for a flicker of a blink of a moment.

“I promise”

“….”

Hajime turns his attention back to the road but he finds himself struggling to focus. They sit in silence for a beat. Izuto's voice is startlingly clear as he flatly states:

“If you truly want to keep your promise, you should watch where you’re driving”

“Wh—OH MY GOD”

Hajime then sharply swerves the wheel and very VERY narrowly misses one incredibly pissed Nagito Komaeda

[theblackdragon-studios]

Helluva Boss S2 E7 Reaction Notes

I finally watched the latest episode of Helluva Boss, and I wrote down my thoughts and reactions during. Here they are.

Warning: Contains spoilers to the episode

Thoughts as I watch:

-I wondered what Mammon’s voice would be…Cockney was NOT on my list of expectations. Wow. XD (Edit after rewatch: I think it’s actually Australian…thickly Australian. I could be wrong but it sounds either Cockney or Australian now I rewatched it.)

-Huh, Fizz and Blitz were fans of him when they were young…

-Only in Hell does anyone actually WANT to be a clown. XD

-Weird how Blitzo is so weirded out by Mammon’s pitch about working with him…though actually Blitzo really wanted to run his own circus, so maybe that’s why.

-I love how obvious this guy is. XD The jabs being made at corporate bosses here through this asshole’s whole character so far…they’re terrible at lying, yet people believe it anyway

Blitzo is all of us that caught onto the bullshit. XD This episode is so great already.

-Going for the jugular with that “women just aren’t funny” line. XD 1.) the show is by a woman. And 2.) …yeah. Most of them really aren’t funny to me. XD I know that probably wasn’t the joke (women comedians aren’t funny…), and we obviously aren’t supposed to like him, but yeah.

But also the “written by Vivienne Medrano” credit, AKA Vivziepop herself I think. That was great. XD

-“it’s not weird. You’re weird!” “It’s not exploitation” Exactly what Hollywood says now to anyone being critical of their stuff. Seriously, first South Park and now this…bravo adult comedy people. Just bravo.

Also playing an electric guitar version of “Carmen” I think it is. XD Even more clever, as that song was about how shady and manipulative that woman was if I remember right.

-…weird to hear adult Blitzø’s voice on his teenage self. Though I guess he went through puberty already. lol And I think Fizz’s adult voice is partially because of the fire accident.

-And now taking a jab at the entitled fans out there that aren’t giving constructive criticism and are demanding things then being all butthurt when they’re rejected. Finally an episode I fully get the social commentary on. lol

-$69.99 Subtle. Very subtle. XD (and “no refunds: if you don’t like it, it’s your fault”)

-I LOVE Ozzie here. You go man! Yeah he has his flaws too, even as a demon…but he is so sweet and so honest with Fizz it’s great. I also love the message here about both being a perfectionist…and being a people-pleaser. Destroying yourself to especially please someone that doesn’t give a fuck about you…because you think that gives you your worth. Especially after his accident… I have a lot of thoughts on this, but I’ll see where things go.

-Asmodeus calling Blitzø…somehow the most bizarre thing on the show yet. XD And how Blitzø is perfectly chill about it. Well I know for one, Blitzø knows about Fizz and Ozzie’s relationship and is happy his friend is happy…but I think this is also more evidence Blitzø wasn’t that upset at being picked on by Oz, and instead by being called out by his ex-friend, ex-girlfriend, and Stolas acting ashamed of their own relationship (which is transactional only he thinks…)

But he is at least a little polite when talking to Ozzie. lol So that’s nice.

-…the horse thing. He is STILL on the horse thing. Oh my gosh.

-Vivzie and her team are treating us to so much great stuff lately! First Stolas and Ozzie working together, and now Blitzø and Ozzie. This is comedy gold! Also Ozzie’s happy smile at the end of that scene when Blitzø said yes. Why are all these bird demons so cute? XD

-First, I still love Ozzie’s theme music (it’s the song from his debut episode) and second, cool to see his less flashy, public appearance in other parts of hell look from that first episode he’s in too. It looks really good on him.

And it’s cool seeing a Deadly Sin icon being more subtle outside of his ring. Makes me wonder what Bee looks like when she’s trying not to steal the show.

-Eh spoke too soon on Blitzø and Ozzie teaming up. Ozzie left, but I understand why.

-More jabs at Hollywood and their harmful treatment of their stars through Mammon calling an already incredibly thin Fizz fat

-Huh that rock music…I know I’ve heard it in the show before. I think this IS the Greed ring’s music…but I can’t remember.

-I figured one rescue and hug wouldn’t fix everything…but Fizz clearly no longer hates Blitzø and vice versa, and they are friends again it looks like. But I wonder if Fizz still has anxiety about Blitzø being at a performance of his…or maybe he’s just suspicious because Blitzø has always been openly critical of Mammon and these shows.

-“Smile inside and out”…I’m surprised Fizz doesn’t have depression like Stolas…

-Interesting how the background demons in this scene are just silhouettes. I don’t know if that’s to emphasize how he’s this colorful entertainment prop and toy for them and they represent real world fans…or if it was to save on work load

-Ooh these girls (the twin performers) look like they’re from the Envy ring (Leviathan’s ring) by the fish-like look of them

-I used to find Fizz annoying…but seeing him in the last episode and this one, he’s more like Moxxie. Too nice for this world when it comes to one-on-one conversation with the way he was so polite to those contest participants

-Oh yeah! Mammon said women aren’t funny. XD Ha! I thought that was just a joke for the opening, but he actually called back to it

To be honest I didn’t think any of their acts were funny though. Just cool acrobatics and talented crafting

-More “clearly the money-greedy corporate bosses don’t care about you, their stars, or anything but what sells”.

-I know people will still find reasons to hate this episode, but I find it hard to think of anything they could hate without really reaching for something

Actually…they’ll probably complain that Mammon-who is fat-is an asshole and they made him fat because of it…when really, I think it represents the greed thing. He’s supposed to be the stereotype of those fat business men in old cartoons and movies. But as a jester. (Edit: And because spiders have big abdomens)

(Edit after looking through the Helluva Boss tag seeing the nitpicks and complaints: Called it. And a few other things they really zeroed in on just to find something to hate about this. 🙄)

-Giant hellhound background character…was not expecting that. XD

-Fuck…they didn’t have to include that moment with the sign language. But they did…that’s so sweet

Though seeing that kid’s horns…I wonder if their horns also act as their ears? Because his are broken… or maybe he’s mute, not deaf, but Fizz still signed back (despite being exhausted, miserable, and wanting to win this and go home I bet) to show that kid deaf or not, that he took the time to learn for demons like that kid. (Edit: I rewatched it and the kid only had one broken horn in the later scene he’s in. …and I forgot Fizz’s horns are also broken but he can hear just fine…so ignore this theory from when I was watching…)

-…oh my gosh. The entitled fan is back now. This is absolutely commentary on both Hollywood and the Twitter freaks. So good.

-Entitled Fan remembers Blitzø too? Huh.

-Mammon’s 8 eyes…NOW all the webs around the place make sense. And all I can say is YES. Perfect design for the demon of GREED to have spider themes to him. It makes me think of Slughorn from Harry Potter, who was envisioned as a spider spinning his web representing his habit of collecting and exploiting the success of graduating students.

-Fizz making excuses for a shitty boss…also way too real...

-Again…seeing the twins’ performance, clowns must mean something else in this world. That wasn’t funny. It was cool though.

-Ozzie’s back! Yes! He’s so sweet to Fizz…and getting stuck in the door. XD

-Fizz is every famous person that is losing popularity to new things…the ones that cling onto it desperately instead of bowing out with dignity and what they have left…

-I know how Fizz feels here too…feeling he only has all the good things he does because of his fame...he thinks because he doesn’t look as great without it, that he’ll lose his relationship with Ozzie…

But man this couple is so healthy with each other. They try to be very private and secretive (and fail) which is straining, but they communicate with each other and they don’t allow for room for any misunderstandings…I hope we see more Bee and Tex too in the future (Bee might need a new VA if Ke$ha is still dealing with things or too expensive to hire) but these two couples will I hope play a part in Blitzø and Stolas’s drama with how they’ve shown they are in love with low-class demons as well…

Though Goetia are very different from the Deadly Sins…they isolate themselves from the lower class, while the Sins thrive on their company since they feed off their energy or it helps business and stuff.

-Oh my gosh, another Fizzmodeus song! Yes! And the adorable dance…man…I love these two! 💜

-Thank you, Blitzø! The entitled fan guy has been asking for it! And yes. You tell Fizzmodeus off for being hypocrites. XD He has every right to be mad after they bullied his friends. XD

-Oh man I see why the broadway version on Beetlejuice is Fizz now! That was an amazing song! Also Ozzie helping him. XD And getting…a bit more excited than he should. Hilarious. And Blitzø’s part helping too! This trio was awesome!

-The way the cheering kids track plays when Mammon appears in front of Fizz. XD I didn’t notice that until now.

-Yes! Get him Ozzie! Fight! Fight! Fight! Two Deadly Sins in their full power forms! Yes!

-Oh my gosh, the con artist Imp saying ‘I say I say’ again. XD He keeps showing up!

-Ozzie’s animal sound effects…so cool! And the twisting, lashing tails…I love how all-out they go with him being a mix of three animals! Cause Asmodeus apparently is described as having three heads (hence the two shadow heads in his mane) and this design shows that so well! I love it!

-Yeah I think Fizzmodeus being open will help a lot in several things. Including upper class demons getting their heads out of their asses about this stuff.

-This final frame is perfect! XD

Basically I loved this episode. It was so fun and I loved the worldbuilding seeing the leader of the Greed ring, and of course Fizzmodeus being adorable as always! 💜

I do think clown has a different meaning in Hell…but we did only see some of what they did. Most of the humor for me was definitely in the social commentary stuff. And as this is a show for adults…that is what you expect. Jokes about adult problems and mature themes. I got exactly what I was expecting from it.

[goatcheeeez]

Green NBA Star (Midori Takamine Side Story)

Season: Spring

Location: Takamine Greengrocer

Midori: Another day, another slay.

Morisawa-senpai said he wanted to see me after school and it sounded like an emergency. Is it because I skipped practice yesterday?

I hope he doesn't make me watch another season of None Piece while rambling about Boro for hours again... Just thinking about it makes me want to vanish into nothing...

Location: Schoolyard

Midori: So, uh, how did you find out?

Chiaki: Find out about what?

Midori: ...

Chiaki: ...

Midori: Uhh... April fools...?

Chiaki: HAHAHA! You're always so funny, Takamine! You should be a comedian as a side gig one day!

Midori: I think I'd rather be water boarded.

Chiaki: Anyways, I bear exciting news!

I have drafted you into the NBA!!

Midori: ...

Are you fucking with me again?

Chiaki: Nope! You're gonna be as big as JeLon Brames from Saint Peanutsburg himself, I just know it!

Midori: Who??

Chiaki: JeLon Brames! The basketball player famous for being in the film "Cosmic Jam"!

Midori: Somehow I don't think that's what he's famous for...

Chiaki: It'll be a blast, Takamine! Just have fun! Come on and slam! And welcome to the jam!

Midori: Is drafting me into the NBA without my permission even legal?

Chiaki: Nope! But what are you gonna do, undraft yourself? HAHAHA!

Midori: Cowabummer...

Chiaki: Come on, Takamine, trust me even if it's only a little bit! This will be good experience for you!

Midori: I guess...

Chiaki: I'll get you that Tiger-Bear plush you've been oogling at each time I walk you back home if you go.

Midori: Sign me the fuck up. I'm ready to head in.

Chiaki: That's the spirit!!

Location: New York

After the NBA Game

Midori: That was exhausting as hell...

It never really crossed my mind until I was on the flight to here, but when Morisawa-senpai told me he drafted me to play in the NBA, I didn't think about the fact that people play in teams.

Why was I sent on my own and not with the whole basketball club? I'm not even the captain of the basketball club? Why me? Then again, this could be a comeback for giving him a whole box of eggplants for Christmas.

Yeah, I kinda deserved it then. Can't say it wasn't funny though, shit was funny as fuck. "AHH TAKAMINE MASTER ZANDRED IS HERE FOR MEE!!!" lmao

I got off topic. Anyways, it all made sense when I arrived.

JeLon Brames is, apparently, a big fan of me and wanted to do a meet and greet but was too busy with this NBA stuff to come to Japan and see me there.

Why didn't Morisawa-senpai just say that? Why'd he have to hype it up like that?

Then again, he technically wasn't wrong in the end... After I mentioned I'm in the basketball club I was asked if I could play with his team for a mock-up game tomorrow. He was chill though and I brought my ass all the way here already so I said sure why not.

Ugh, this is kinda annoying... But, I can't say I'm not excited. You know what? I think I can have a bit of fun here. Yeah...

Next Day, After Mock-Up Game

Midori: Phew, that wasn't so bad actually. Playing with the big league basketball players was pretty fun now that I actually went for it. Everyone said I would be a perfect basketball player. I was flattered and all, but I'd rather be with RYUSEITAI if I have to be honest.

Maybe Morisawa-senpai was in the right having me at a chokehold to join his basketball club and RYUSEITAI. I should be more grateful for all of RYUSEITAI... Just thinking about them makes me miss them more than ever...

Location: Takamine Greengrocer

Midori: (groan) Wh– huh??

Oh, it was all a dream...

Well, wonder what Morisawa-senpai is gonna hit me up with after class today. Would be cool if it was something like the dream I had...

Location: Schoolyard

Midori: So, uh, what's up?

Chiaki: We're watching another season of None Piece. You know exactly what you did.

Midori: Mother fu–

[littleliteraturersj]

The Slashers Bickering. (some of my favorite quotes from HoH:DC)

Freddy: "You know, I'm something of a comedian myself." Chucky: "Huh. That's a funny way of sayin' 'attention seekin' whore.'" Freddy: *leaning over* "I'm sorry. You say something?" Chucky: "Aw, you didn't hear me? Maybe you should clean the charcoal outta your ears." Chucky: "Honestly, Fred. When are you gonna stop blamin' Jason for all of your problems?" Freddy: "He is the cause of all of my problems." Chucky: *with skepticism* "All of your problems? What, you walked by an oven and he stuck his leg out? Please. It ain't no secret why you look like somebody forgot they left their stove on. You did that shit to yourself." Freddy: "And I'd do it again, too." Chucky: "Oh, I know you would. You probably like that meatloaf smell that kinda permeates the air when you come around. And you wonder why I don't stick along for too long, it's because you smell like the ass end of a back alley butcher shop." Freddy: ... Chucky: "Seriously, you'd think you'd dream up some fuckin' deodorant." Chucky: *pointing at Freddy* "I oughta let Jason go over there and fold you like a lawn chair." Freddy: *wheezy laugh* "Why, because you can't do it yourself? Ya need someone bigger and stronger to do it for ya?" Chucky: "Fuck off, I could take you." Freddy: "You? Mm, I don't know..You're just so.." *he grins* "Delicate, dolly. I wouldn't wanna break ya." Chucky: "I could." Freddy: *reclines back in his seat* "Then what're ya waiting for, huh? I'm right here.." *slowly rubbing a spot on his lap* "C'mmoon. Show Daddy a thing or two." Chucky: *with disgust* "Ahh, I would, but you'd probably like it. Fuckin' freak." Freddy: *winks* Chucky: *said as a warning* "Don't start." Ghostface: "That shouldn't be a problem. Chucky's great with kids." Freddy: "Oh yeah. He loves kids." Ghostface: *knocking a hand against the doll's chest* "Isn't that right, buddy?" Chucky: *smacking his arm away* "Don't call me buddy. I ain't your buddy." Ghostface: "Aw, but I thought you were my friend til' the end." Freddy: "Hidey-Ho!" *both of them laugh* Chucky: *grumpily* "Bunch of fuckin' morons." Ghostface: "You're welcome." Chucky: "Yeah, yeah. Whaddya want? An applause?" Ghostface: "Not from you I don't. I wouldn't be able to see you even if you gave a standing ovation." Chucky: "You got any material other than short jokes? That's low hangin' fruit at best, dickhead." Ghostface: "I can't imagine why you'd complain. Low hanging fruit is the only kind you can reach."

[arcanamusica]

Arcanamusica Comic Chapter 1-1 (前編+後編)

Suu: Everyone has a Secret.

Shibuyoshi: “Ah! A notification from Armusi!...Wh-what’s this..?”

Maimy: “An invitation..?”

Igashima: “On Februrary 22nd at 22:00..”

Jujo: “Destiny…Game..!”

Kawawa, half-asleep, checks his phone to see a notification arrive on the Arcanamusica app.

“Destiny game…the hell? And why in the middle of the night…” He stumbles out of his bed in the dark and goes over to his computer. “Wonderful..Nest..Yeah. That’s suspicious as hell. I’m ignoring that.”

Kawawa closes his eyes and recalls the comments from his fans.

This song changed my life.

I'm looking forward to your next song.

“New song, huh…”

-February 22nd at 22:00.-

Kawawa: I’m… just here to see what it’s about. The minute I get some sus vibes, I’m outta here.

The elevator stops on the 22nd floor, and as soon as he steps out, Kawawa is greeted by-

Suu: “Welcome to Wonderful Nest! My name is Suu, and I am a robot that will be your guide this evening.”

Kawawa: “R-ROBOT? What kind of robot looks like this..”

Suu: “You are a participant in the Destiny Game named RiZ, correct? Please allow me to guide you.”

Kawawa: “It..looks like a normal office at a company…But there’s..no employees..”

Suu: “The working hours have already ended for today.”

Kawawa: “G-Gwah?! Robots can have normal conversations now?! That’s hella high-tech..”

Suu: “High-tech, you say...Here we are. This is where you will participate in the Destiny Game.”

Kawawa opens the door, and is shocked to see 4 other participants seated at a table inside.

-Part 2-

Kawawa: “Wh-what is this..? It’s like I stepped into another world..”

Suu: “Please take your seat in the front, Sir.”

Kawawa sits down next to Igashima and takes off his coat. “...Excuse me.”

Igashima: “Nice to meet you. Good evening.”

Maimy: “Talk about being late! What do you think of yourself, making me wait for you all this time?”

Kawawa: “Y-yeah..”

“RiZ!” Shibuyoshi jumps up. “I really, really liked your song ‘My Role’!”

Kawawa: “Wha-?”

Shibuyoshi: “Huh? Uh.. what’s with that reaction..? You’re RiZ, right?”

Kawawa: “Well, yeah, but.. How..”

Shibuyoshi points to the table, which has the words “12. Riz” outlined in front of him.

Kawawa: “Ah, so that’s how. I didn’t realize. Thank you, uhh..”

Shibuyoshi: “Ah! I haven’t introduced myself, have I? I’m Shibukuchi! You might know me as a comedian, but I also sang ‘You are my Friend’ on Armusi!”

Kawawa: So this is the guy that got all of those bets...

Shibuyoshi: “It’s a PLEASURE to meet you!”

Kawawa: He’s so damn loud..

“Okay, NEXT!” Shibuyoshi gestures to Maimy.

Maimy: “The hell would I do that for? I’m too lazy~”

Suu: “Please, sir.”

Maimy groans. “Nice to meet you~~I’m Dark Palace~Are you happy now?”

Shibuyoshi: “Dark Palace?”

Maimy: “Well~Some of you may already know me as Maimy, the livestreamer~A bit different today, aren’t I?”

Shibuyoshi: “Huh? Isn’t your name... Blackness Den?”

Maimy: “Huh?”

Teacher Igashima’s simple explanation: “Black and Dark have similar meanings. So do Den and Palace. Essentially, they’re the same thing, but Dark Palace is how he prefers to be referred to.”

Shibuyoshi: “WOAH! Thanks, Teach! I got it now!”

Maimy: “W-wait a damn minute..”

Shibuyoshi: “Then, since your name is so long, can I just call you Dapare instead?”

Maimy: “No, you may not! And since this teacher is giving a lecture right now, how about he introduces himself to the class?”

“Oh-pardon my manners.” Igashima stands up. “My name is Ikkun. I’m not familiar with games, so please go easy on me.”

Kawawa: This guy’s a normie.. Why would someone so straight-laced come to a place like this?

Kawawa looks to his side, to the other person who hasn’t introduced themselves yet.

Jujo: “My name is Legge. Pleased to meet your acquaintance.”

Kawawa: Huh.. for some reason, I don’t think I’m gonna get along with this guy.. Haha…Ha...

Suu: “Now that that’s settled, let me explain the game so we can begin. The Destiny Game is available only to Premium Members, as they are entitled to special in-app content. In addition, the most popular members of the app, which are all of you, get to participate in the Game itself!”

Kawawa: “S-So because of our songs..”

Shibuyoshi: “You picked us out of everybody?! SWEET!!”

Maimy: “Hah..I figured this had a reason, and wasn’t just some stupid game…”

Shibuyoshi: “Hya~We’re going viral for sure~☆”

Igashima raises his hand. “Ah-If I may, how many premium members are there?”

Suu: “As of right now, there are around 20 members.”

Shibuyoshi: “20 people, huh~”

Maimy: “Ok, and what does that even have to do with anything? Can we start this game already?” 

Igashima: “Oh-pardon me, I’m sorry..I’m just not necessarily used to showing up to these kinds of functions.”

Maimy: “Huh? Then why don’t you go home?”

Igashima: “Even if it may not be much… I have a reason to be here.”

Maimy remains silent, and Suu is the first to break the tension.

Suu: “The game is limited-time only, and recording and sharing the contents will be strictly prohibited, so you can rest assured.”

Igashima: “Ah, is that so… In that case, I suppose it will be fine.”

Shibuyoshi: “Awww, I wanted to go super viral…But with 20 people, I guess it’s not possible..”

Igashima: “Oh-I’m very sorry..”

Shibuyoshi: “Ah, no no! It’s not your fault or anything!”

Igashima: “Alright. In that case, can you tell us what we should expect in this game?”

Kawawa: “Ah, yeah. That’s pretty important. What exactly are we doing here?”

“Please, take a look at this!” Suu directs them to a board game titled “Arcana Sugoroku”. (T/N: Sugoroku is a board game in which you race your opponents in.)

Kawawa: “S-Sugoroku?!”

Voiced comic below:

[sastielsfandom]

I have some more OCs to share, Isaac and CJ. I'll let these writing snippets introduce them:

The door was thrown open, and Isaac just stared at his twin, waiting. 

"What?" CJ groaned. 

Isaac let the air become awkward before pointing at CJ, "You look funny." 

"And you wish you were funny." CJ answered, flipping him off, which Isaac mirrored. 

"Momma," Isaac called out of the room, still flipping off CJ, "CJ is flipping me off!" 

There was a loud sigh from the kitchen, "You two are practically adults, I don't care!" She called back to them. 

"Wow," CJ said, "Mom doesn't care about you, sucks to be you."

Isaac mocked her and left the room, making sure he didn't close the door all the way, just enough for it to piss CJ off.

She tried to throw a pillow to close it all the way but missed, "He is such a bitch." She mumbled into her pillow. 

She threw another pillow lazily and that one of course made it. Why? Because the universe thinks it's a comedian or something. 

–

CJ was grabbing a pizza slice for themselves, 

"Can you hand me another one?" Isaac asked, passing CJ the cup they were searching for. 

They grabbed it, saying, "No." before passing the exact slice Isaac had been wanting. 

Their Dad watched so confused but proceeded to not say anything because they would just confuse him more. 

—

"and it just went right over her head." Isaac explained, having his hand go right over his head.

"People these days, huh?" CJ said, messing with a hair tie he had managed to steal from Isaac's hair. 

"Seriously," Isaac groaned, "they're so oblivious." 

CJ just nodded along as he aimed the hair tie towards Isaac who just frowned. 

"What happened to people being more observant?" CJ asked, and looped the band around his hair. 

Isaac looked suspicious of his twin but didn't say anything about it, "I don't know man." 

"Anyways," CJ said getting up, "thanks for the twenty." 

"Jokes on you," Isaac lied down, "I stole it from your dresser." 

"And I stole it from your room." 

Isaac is pretty sure he stole it from CJ before that as well but it didn't matter, "You're not even going to spend it on yourself." 

"Wow," CJ scoffed, "I might've." He definitely wasn't going to, there's a reason Isaac has been able to steal it from him multiple times. 

"Uh-huh," he said knowingly, "you know the world won't end if you decide to do something nice for yourself every once in a while." 

CJ was working on it, but it was difficult, "It might. It stormed when you decided to be nice to me for once."

"I'm always nice." Isaac joked. 

"To who?" 

"People." He said. 

CJ, who had been pushed off the bed just twenty minutes ago by him, can't help but feel like that's not exactly true. "I guess I'm not people then." 

"Course not," Isaac sat up, "nah we're indigenous creatures and every other variation of whatever people's ignorance comes up with." 

Fucking indigenous creatures they both thought to themselves. Gotta love ignorance. 

"I blame you for that." CJ said. 

"How?" 

"Cause you're an ugly creature." 

Their little sister, Kayla looked at them both with a what the fuck expression, "You two share the same face." 

"Yeah, but I wear it better." CJ said, flipping his hair dramatically. 

Isaac rolled his eyes, "The original is always better." 

CJ tsked, "I kicked you out and honestly, my bad, now you gotta live with a good personality to get anyone." 

"Oh, yeah," Isaac started, "because if there's anything I want, it's definitely a relationship. Yep. Uh-huh, I do the romance thing, for sure."

"You still make friends don't you?" 

"Nah, I just steal yours. We look similar enough."

"Yet, people mistake me as you."

Isaac back peddled a little bit, "Hey, why don't you get any dates? I mean I'm aroace, what's your excuse?" 

"Once again, people mistake me as you." CJ said exasperated, "And I confuse too many people."

"I mean yeah, that makes sense. You're really weird." 

"I was talking about my gender."

"That's not what makes you weird," Isaac said nearly sounding offended at that thought, "in fact, I think that's the one normal thing about you, the rest, I don't know man." Isaac teased and CJ flipped him off. 

"Are you two done yet?" Kayla asked annoyed as she rummaged through Issacs's stuff. Which he just ignored.

"You know what," Isaac said looking at CJ, "I was being mean, come here." 

CJ didn't trust him for a second but he never gets to hug Isaac, so he hesitantly accepted the hug. 

Isaac patted CJ's back and then left his own room, CJ pulled his hair to the front, yep. "That fucker stole the hair tie back."

Their Mom who had just walked by and heard was confused, "Didn't I just buy you both your own packs?" 

"Yes, which we appreciate a lot, but it's the principle, that one just keeps getting stolen." 

"Oy, I blame your Dad for all of you being so weird." An echo of "Hey's", including her husband, echoed in the house cracking her up.

They're so fun to write, if you have any questions about them, ask away, I'd love to ramble about them!

[askabound]

@lupiinee​    said    :    a moan sounded from his lips, head pressed hard against the wood of the door as another painful rip ran through him, stifling his breath and making him lose all sense of self, a cry, a sob, fingers dragging down the pine , fingernails pulling off && the weak attempt . " sirius , sirius , please open the door , i can't do this ---- " bent double , an echoing cry sounding from him, " sirius ! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR, I NEED ---- fuck . " tears rolling down his cheeks, remus let out a terrified cry. don't open the door, don't open the door. don't listen to him. don't do it sirius. don't do it.

even if he lived up to an unthinkable age,    having to do this every month for the rest of his and his friend’s existence,    sirius thought,    it would still not be enough time to get used to this.    in fact,    and he was quite certain of it,    there was no amount of remus’s suffering he could endure that would desensitise him to the horror that was the transformation itself.    

he sat on the cold wooded floor on the other side of the bedroom door,    knees drawn halfway up,     elbows resting atop them in what appeared to be a lazy sort of comfort.    though if one were to look closer to the hard set of his shoulders,     the tension in his fingers as though he was fighting the instinct to ball them up into fists and dig his fingernails into the palms of his hands to offset the crawling sensation that travelled in waves throughout his body,     then they would know this was the stance of a boy who was itching to listen and cede to his friend’s request.    if for nothing else but to at least be in there with him.     

the tips of his shoes were touching the door,    ready to push against the wolf’s attacks.     sirius squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in a breath before shaking his head.    as if remus could see.    as if remus could look into his pained expression. 

❛    you know i can’t do that,    remus.    just a few more minutes and it’ll be over.    then i’ll see you again,    yeah?    ❜     he called out,    clicking his tongue when his voice broke mid-sentence.    ❛    we’ll have lots of fun,   you’ll see.    and then tomorrow morning i’ll tell you all about it.    every little thing that we did,    i promise.    ❜