#run away... hehe

[orikuu]

RAHHHHHHHH LUNA AAAAAAAAAAAA finally got the chance to read this and LEMME JUST

KFNGUEU IT WAS SO GOOD!! went through a whole rollercoaster ride of emotions while reading this oMYGODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD SCREAMSSSSSSSSS thank you for sharing this with us!!

just a taste

18+, minors and blank blogs dni

pairing: Nikolaos Grant (Chronos) x gender neutral reader

tags: smut, gn! afab Reader (no pronouns/gendered terms used to refer to reader), unprotected sex, oral (f! receiving), PiV, hair pulling (m! receiving), dirty talk, Oracle is shorter than Chronos, Oracle and Chronos are switches but Oracle is primarily domming in this. <3

word count: 4k~

author's note: I needed to write hate sex with him so bad actually. His desperation and submissiveness bewitch me.

Spending the night patrolling some old bastard’s mansion wasn’t exactly how you wanted to celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Still, it wasn’t like you had much other choice. Loathe as you are to cater to the whims of politicians, they paid well when it came to personal security. Being a hero didn’t pay as much as people would expect, and your mom’s physical therapy bills needed to be paid.

That, and your morning had started with a vision of Chronos. The details around him were fuzzy as always, but you saw enough to know any plans you had for the night were thrown out the window.

You were single anyways.

Not for a lack of trying on your mother’s part. As you pass by a set of elaborate tapestries, you reminisce on how she’d go out of her way to point out potential suitors to you in public, even going so far as to set you up on a date with one of the volunteers who worked at the physical therapy center she went to.

Ash was nice and all, but you never managed to go on a second date, your plans always interrupted by a call for Oracle. After a third round of botched plans, the thought of dating left a bitter taste in your mouth. Even going out with your coworker Nik seemed pointless, despite your massive crush on the man.

You- Oracle, didn’t have time for a proper relationship. Villainy had ramped up in recent years, and adding more to your plate was a surefire recipe for disaster. Sleep became a luxury, the omnipresent Eye of Oracle becoming your bedside companion most nights.

It’d reached the point that even politicians had grown anxious, throwing money at various security agencies and heroes desperate enough for cash in order to have a semblance of safety.

The demand only rose when a congressman was found slaughtered in his own home, his bloated body swaying on a suspended meat hook.

Some speculated that a hero had gone rogue, fed up with the lack of protections heroes were given by the government. Others thought this was a new villain’s tacky debut, inspired by comic books and corporate franchising. Regardless of why, it had given other villains a source of hope, something to aspire to.

The killer’s notoriety only rose as time went on, police’s “investigation efforts” into who might have committed the gruesome crime coming up empty.

(Given their hiring standards, you’re not surprised. Pigs are pigs, regardless of how loud they squeal.)

Now, lawmakers were sent panicking left and right, attempting to bribe heroes like you into becoming their personal bodyguard. Your name alone was enough to send most common criminals packing, never mind your presence.

You’d scoffed when the first offer came in.

Oracle was a hero of the people. Betraying that- leaving your city vulnerable to criminals while you played guard dog- would go against everything your mother, and now you, fought for.

But when push comes to shove, you caved. Your mother’s medical bills needed to be paid off, and you could feel yourself breaking under the weight of your day job and Oracle. Your mother had insisted upon getting a job herself, but you couldn’t bear the thought of her taking on work in her fragile state.

So when Legislator Keck quoted a figure that would be enough to clear your mother’s medical debt, you agreed. The man had become a recent target of death threats and cryptic e-mails, but none had been deemed worthy of attention.

That is, until one of your sources told you that he had upset Chronos.

If your vision from this morning was anything to go by, tonight might be your best bet to catch Chronos once and for all.

You complete a quick sweep of one of the tea rooms before turning to the main hall, an array of musical-themed decor lining the walls. A golden theatre mask leers at you as you pass, and you shudder under its empty glare before a noise in the main office draws your attention.

An accompanying rustle confirms your suspicions, and you begin creeping towards the source. Silence settles over the house shortly afterwards, and the weight of it causes your breath to hitch- it’s as if the house itself was anticipating your next move.

When you reach the heavy wooden doors, you remind yourself of what’s at stake. The lives that would be saved if you bring in Chronos tonight.

With a quiet exhale, you roll your shoulders back and force open the door. It gives in far more easily than you expected, and you wince at the echoing impact of them hitting the wall.

However, your needless self-consciousness disappears instantly in place of shock. For all your mother had done to strengthen your mental fortitude, nothing prepared you for the sight of Chronos smugly draped atop Legislator Keck’s desk, chin propped up on his fist.

“Oracle, I didn’t expect to see you tonight,” he purrs.

Yeah right. The city council would rather demolish the educational program in every district ten times over before it was willing to pay the wages of two heroes.

“Who else shows up to kick your ass on the regular?”

Keep him busy with talk, you remind yourself. As cunning as he may be, the man would gladly spend hours detailing the ingenuity of his plots.

Which gives you time to figure out how to apprehend him.

He moves to stand in one fluid motion, arm outstretched in a dramatic gesture.

“It’s Valentine’s Day. As flattered as I am that you’re spending the night with me, surely you have suitors lining up at your doorstep?”

As if. You’re a hero, and a professional one at that.

 Though now that you think of it, you wouldn’t be surprised if Chronos has fucked someone in his suit. He seems like the type to need a regular ego boost.

“You think I’d stoop low enough to date my own fans? Have some faith in me.”

Now what does he want with this room? Chronos isn’t stupid enough to not know the building plans of wherever he’s breaking in to, so what could he-

“Oh I have plenty~”

He continues on, fingers trailing down the collar of his suit.

“You’re telling me you don’t have anyone chasing after you out of that suit?”

Last you checked, the only person who’s ever bothered to make a pass at you in recent years has a wife and goes by the nickname of “Dick.” Frankly, you don’t think he’s ever said your name once in all your years of being coworkers.

Chronos leans back against the desk, head cocked to the side. Is he…presenting himself to you? You blanch at the absurdity of it all before noticing the folder peeking from behind him.

Really? That’s it? What could be so important about these papers?

“My personal life? You’ve gotten far too comfortable with me it seems.”

Comfortable enough that the metallic rumble of his taunting makes you feel something else other than disgust, but you’re not gonna unpack that right now.

“You can’t fault me for wanting to gauge the competition. Can’t be having someone else sweep you off your feet.”

Snapping his fingers, he looks at you in mock realization.

“Say, how about joining me on a date? As much as I love these little meetings of ours, I’d rather we meet under more…pleasurable circumstances tonight.”

Yeah, you would too. You’d get a real bit of pleasure seeing him behind bars. He’d probably be able to make prison orange work. Blue and orange are complimentary colors, right?

“A last minute date? Wow, you really know how to make someone feel wanted,” you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.

His mask tips down in the same direction a moment later.

Fucking pervert, of course he’s staring at your chest. You can’t recall a single encounter with him where he hasn’t blatantly flirted with you, ogled you, or both.

Wait.

Physical attacks have been fruitless in the past, so that’s out of the question. And you’d have already quit your day job if you had the money for fancy gadgets.

So maybe…

 He chuckles, approaching you with his open arms, the documents left behind on the desk. Does he ever not take an opportunity to show off his arrogance? You wouldn’t be surprised if he was a theatre kid.

“I’d give you all the finery and flattery in the world you want, Oracle, but you don’t exactly make it easy.”

This is a terrible idea.

“I like a man who works for it.”

And with that, any chance of you salvaging your dignity has gone out the window.

Well. It’s not like anyone has to find out. Keck’s too old-fashioned to have more than a few cameras set up around his gate, so you wouldn’t have to worry about your sex tape with Chronos leaking for God and everyone to see.

He tilts his head.

“Is that so?”

You fantasize about seeing his mugshot plastered over every inch of the city.

Sauntering towards you, he takes in your form without an ounce of shame. Not that he’s ever acted with a semblance of shame in the first place, but the way he’s looking at you now makes you acutely aware of how close you are.

And how broad his shoulders are, but that’s neither here nor there.

Despite your last shreds of self-respect screaming at you that this is a decidedly un-heroic plan, you take the time to observe him as well, making sure to linger on his pectorals. He likes them enough to show them off every time he sees you, so you might as well validate him a little bit.

The belts on his jacket hang loose at his side, and you feel the sudden urge to tug on them.

“You seem rather tense, Oracle.”

“I wouldn’t be if my paycheck wasn’t riding on bringing your sorry ass in tonight,” you deadpan, glaring at the eyes of his mask.

“Half your paycheck? Those lousy dogs really don’t pay you well, hm?”

He inclines his head. You can almost taste his palpable disdain, despite it not targeted at you.

“You know, I’d be happy to provide for you, if given the chance.”

“That so? Bold words from a man whose sole mission in life is to make me chase after him day in and day out.”

He seems to preen at that. Jeez, least try to sound ashamed of yourself.

“Perhaps I can prove it to you.”

You can imagine the cocky grin behind his mask as you roll your eyes, leaning back to settle against the wall.

“Fine then.”

He balks at that, head rearing back faintly in shock.

“You’re…sure?”

“Don’t tell me you’re all talk, Chronos.”

That seems to do it, as he moves to kneel before you without a word, and oh- he looks good on his knees. You’d imagined him helpless before you before, shackles encircling his wrists as he’s taken away for good, but this.

Oh you could get used to this.

Desire curls hot in your gut as he slides his hands over your thighs, bringing them to settle over his shoulders. Your back lies steadily against the wall and you let out a small sigh at the sensation, head tipping back as Chronos settles himself more solidly between your legs.

You reach out, fingers tangling firmly in his hair to steady yourself as he rubs his face against the side of your thigh like an affectionate cat. Fine strands of hair slip through your fingers with ease, and you let him bask in your touch for a moment before moving his head back to your cunt, expecting him a witty retort or taunt.

Instead, he moans.

Noted.

Head dipping forward, the tip of his mask brushes against your clit, cold metal contrasting against the warmth of your skin in a way that makes a gasp sing from your lips.

Your fingers tighten, hips rocking against the mask once before you force yourself to still.

“Taking your sweet time?”

“You deserve that, at the least.”

He sounds dazed, voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it. The emotion behind the words hits you like a shock of water. Huh, didn’t take him as the soft sort. Last you checked, this man’s version of courtship involved killing anyone who touched a hair on your head.

Still, it’s perhaps the most honest thing he’s said to you, and…it’s unfairly attractive.

It takes you a moment before you notice him beginning to withdraw from where he’s nestled against you, hands splayed against your skin as if afraid to hold you.

“If-”

You don’t allow him to complete his sentence, tugging on a few strands of blonde hair with a click of the tongue.

“If I deserve it, shouldn’t you do your best to show your devotion to me fully?”

Hips shifted back, you lift up his chin.

“I want this, ok?”  

“And if I have to wait another second to have your mouth on me I’m throwing you into the police precinct and taking care of myself tonight.”

You don’t need to say anything after that.

A ripping noise tears through the air and you hiss, cold air greedily settling against your skin. You clench at the change in temperature, and you swear he jerks his hips against the air.

“I’ll send you the funds tomorrow morning?”

A twitch of irritation runs through you at him knowing the account that gets your bills paid, but you nod nonetheless.

“Surprised that’s even a question.”

He laughs a bit at that, tone low and amused before it raises into a moan as your fingers tighten their grasp on his scalp. Bastard.

He collects himself soon after, head tilted up at you in mischief.

“As much as I’d love for you to watch, I’ll have to ask that you keep your eyes off of me for a moment. Can’t go ruining my mystique and all.”

You turn your head to the side, busying yourself with reading the spines off one of the bookshelves as he removes his mask. You’re only able to read a few of the books- The Art of War, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes- before the sensation of his warm breath brushes against you.

He presses a few kisses to the insides of your thighs, nipping at the skin with a marked possessiveness. His hands slide up to grasp your ass, holding you steadily against him.

You’ve never even considered touching him outside of combat before now, but all of his former taunts- promises you had presumed to be empty, echo in your mind as he brushes his tongue against your slick folds.

He moves against you with reverence, nose brushing against the side of your clit with each movement. His tongue moves against you hot and firm, responding accordingly to every noise, every involuntary movement that escapes your waning self-control.  

The voracity of his desire threatens to consume you whole.

You find yourself biting your lip in an attempt to stifle your moans, and he notices quickly, detaching himself from you.

“Chronos-”

“Don’t hold back, now. I’ve waited far too long to hear you sing for me,” he shoots back, a demand that is far too breathless.

For a moment, you think he’s going to stop, tease you as he always does. But for once, he seems to be at a loss for words. If anything, your desperate reaction serves to spur him on even further, and he doubles back to eat you out with a renewed sense of tenacity.

The noises that come from the two of you are nothing short of obscene, and you can’t help but relish in the vulgarity of it all, chasing pleasure with every grind of your hips.

With only a sharp moan of his name as a warning, you feel your orgasm crash over you, head knocking back against the wall with a muted thud, the pain of it dulled by the pleasure singing in your veins as you rock your hips into Chronos�� waiting mouth.

He takes it all in stride- in delight, even, as he moans against you, tongue lapping at every drop of slick you’re willing to give.

“You taste even better than I dreamed,” he murmurs.

He lavishes your clit in soft kisses and kitten-licks as the last pleasurable aftershocks of your orgasm settle against your skin, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your plush ass.

When you finally pull away, your fingers smooth down the stray strands of blonde you had disheveled. He doesn’t seem to mind the state of disarray you’ve left him in- in fact, he seems to relish in the absentminded affection, head tipping back the slightest bit. He’d put on his mask again at some point, and you try to rid yourself of the small part of yourself that wishes he hadn’t.

The mask tilts back up towards you, and against all reason, you think it looks smug.

��Still unsatisfied?”

It takes you a moment for you to realize your thighs are still firmly clamped around the sides of his head. You respond faster than you can think.

“Your mouth isn’t the only good thing about you, is it?”

“Of course not.” You can feel a smirk curl your lips as his chest puffs out. Cute.

“Hm. Pity you’ve got nothing to show for it, then.” Feigning disinterest, you face the bookshelf from earlier. “Now if you don’t mind-”

You don’t get to finish before you’re thrown into imbalance.

Chronos lifts you without a second thought, carrying you over to Legislator Keck’s desk in quick strides. He’s considerate enough to set you down gently on the desk before throwing your legs over his shoulders, but from how his chest is heaving, you think that’s the last mercy you’re going to be spared.

With a click, he slides his belt loose, hands quickly working to undo his pants. You catch sight of a wet stain over his boxers before his cock rests in his hands, the tip shiny with his essence.

“Huh, guess VigilanteKisser wasn’t too far off,” you muse, mentally calculating the length of it before he pauses, and you think you’ve turned him off before he sinks into you without a word.

He lets out a shaky moan as his body bows before you, trembling as he adjusts to the sensation of you clenching around him in full.

“Fuck.”

You let him savor it for a moment, the stretch of him inside of you melting into pleasure.

It’s not long before you start grinding your hips back against his.

He’s quick to catch on, thrusting into you with an eagerness that nearly knocks you over the desk were it not for his hands holding your hips in place.

Attentive as ever, he adapts quickly to your reactions until you’re left gasping his name, hands reaching out to grasp onto his forearms in an attempt to ground yourself. He seems to relish in your touch- your desire for closeness as he loses himself in the sensation of you.

“You sound so good whining my name like that,” he gasps, his mask digging into your shoulder as he doubles over in pleasure. You can feel his hips begin to stutter, and reach up to jerk his head back, a broken moan rumbling through his mask.

“Finishing so soon, Chronos? Surely you’re not planning to leave me unsatisfied.”

His grip on your waist tightens at that- just for a moment.

“I would never.”

Theres a second where he caresses your hips before he reaches behind you, lifting a chair over to him with ease. You both hiss as he pulls himself out of you, a string of slick connecting the two of you before it breaks and lands against your sensitive cunt.

He situates himself in the chair with little fanfare, mind solely focused on nestling himself  between your thighs.

The sight of it reminds you of the cliche where a villain pets a cat before delivering a dramatic monologue and you suppress a chuckle, hand reaching out to stroke the crown of his head.

When settled, he spreads your thighs before looking up at you. You pause, before remembering the masks on your face. Right.

You tip your head upwards, closing your eyes for good measure before the familiar warmth of his mouth settles around you once more. His tongue, having already familiarized itself with your preferences, spares no expense in indulging in your pleasure. He laps at you like a starved man, throaty moans muffled.

“You really weren’t bluffing, huh,” you chuckle. He lets out a whine in response, and you feel your thighs stretch as he shoves his face even closer to your heat.

“So eager- fuck, are you getting off on this?”

He arches his back, the chair rolls back with his movement, and you’re able to see the curve of his ass practically begging for your attention. The office chair shifts as he moves, and you realize he’s desperately thrusting into nothing as he tastes you.

“How many times have you thought of this, hm? Having your mouth on me like this, your poor cock fucking against the air. Doesn’t feel as good as my pussy, I bet,” You coo sympathetically, stroking the fine strands of blonde hair brushing your thighs.

You hear him whine before he lets out a long, drawn out moan, and you realize with a thrill of delight that he’d cum hands free.

And despite the shudder wracking through his body, he continues to eat you out, fingers digging into your thighs. The chair bucks violently from his movements, and you faintly wonder if it’ll break.

“Please- wanna make you cum,” he gasps around your clit, kissing the tender bundle of nerves with reverence to punctuate the sentiment. You moan in satisfaction, desire curling hot in your gut as he continues to worship your pussy with hardly a breath to spare.

The second orgasm thrums through you, rippling through your body with a certain steadiness.  Rocking your hips loosely, you keep your hand on the back of Chronos’ head, pressing him firm against you. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, tongue lapping at you all the while.

When the sweat on your skin begins to cool, you finally release him, moving to gently scratch at his scalp.

He buries his face against your thigh, and you let out a disbelieving chuckle at how comfortable he seems. A rush of affection rises in you.

Eventually, he reluctantly pulls away, keeping his face down while reaching out to put on his mask once more.

“You…are incredible,” he laughs, hands smoothing down your thighs, “I’m-”

The sudden chirping of your wristwatch interrupts him, a notification appearing soon after.

Chronos inclines his head in response. Waiting.

“Keck’s been found dead. Detective said it’s best if you leave the mansion ASAP, we’ll update you if there’s any leads.”

You sigh. Good thing he paid you upfront.

Before you’re able to open your mouth, a heap of fabric flutters over your lap, the noise of fabric snapping through air coming from behind you.

You turn to see Chronos hanging halfway through the window, offering you a dramatic bow before disappearing from your view.

“Goodnight, Oracle! We should do this again sometime,” he calls.

Well, at least he left his jacket.

~~~~~

The next morning, you flip on the TV, the familiar cadence of the head anchor bouncing through the speakers.

“Morning News: Documents that implicate Legislator Brian Keck in fraud and embezzlement have been brought to the surface. The story is still developing, but sources cite that Keck had been dipping into the budget reserved for heroes and damage repair.”

A moment later, you get a notification from your wristwatch. 

Apparently, the city’s decided to reimburse you a pretty penny. While you’re sure they have to for legal reasons, the amount is rather generous by their standards. 

Another notification appears- this time from an unknown number. 

“<3”

a/n: i feel insane after writing this abhusidf. i hate this man . reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated <3

[arsonisticartichokes]

AU Where Shinsou runs a cat sanctuary and Cat-suki likes to bite his friends :)

[tragicvampireromanceisland]

we've met our super heroes, but what about our super villains? time to meet two leaders from the evil syndicate, our heroes' greatest foe...

adélie valois, current heiress to the multimillion dollar tech and research corporation firehawk industries, appears in the public eye quite often. she's got big shoes to fill for a company so renowned...but she really doesn't seem fazed by it. either that, or she doesn't care. but what most don't know is that she's also got big shoes to fill as a supervillain. adélie is a sixth-generation psychic of a long line of supervillains, as well as the fifth to hold the family villain mantle, espritvoyant. it's...pretty clear she's only got a leadership position on the syndicate due to nepotism, given her rather nonexistent work ethic, but her powers are still a huge asset on stealth missions. although she usually just uses them to terrorize the heroes for the most part. her inherited powers have also just left her kind of numb to the thoughts and feelings of others. she readily expects how most people think and how they're going to act and gets bored easily because of it. her coworkers get pretty frustrated with her attitude, but it's not like it's her fault she's surrounded by such predictable individuals. revenge this, injustice that. she swears she's had her family motto engraved in the back of her eyelids at this point. (deep down, though, she resents her powers. she wishes for a little spontaneity in her life. she wishes she could get excited over stuff the way other people can. she wishes she wasn't like this). however, the sudden appearance of solarflare and kuiper have caught her eye as of late...especially the latter, who's surprisingly immune to her mind reading. maybe something worthwhile can come out of all of this...

and whenever she isn't just going at it solo, her partner is usually fellow syndicate leader blindside. he's often teamed with her on missions involving stealth, given his power of invisibility as well as his martial arts prowess provide the perfect balance of defense and offense. while esprit's purpose (or apathy) mostly revolves around just following her family's footsteps, blindside's motives are...a bit more murky. both the heroes and the syndicate are a bit confused about it. how did someone with such an otherwise gentle demeanor end up turning to evil? despite appearances, he doesn't seem to pull punches when it comes to heroes. why does he hate them so much? no one can seem to figure it out, given he just...doesn't talk. and while esprit is the only one he ever seems to hold conversation with given the inevitable nature of her mind reading, she hasn't pushed him on it (for which he is grateful). in the public eye, he goes by ichigo kato, an unassuming librarian with a pretty uneventful day job. well, except for that one nosy journalist who keeps coming in and giving him a near heart attack each time with the titles she keeps checking out...oh, and the fact that that one new hero, solarflare, kind of sort of knows his civilian identity now. there's that, too. he's not sure why she hasn't exposed him yet...but not like he's gonna say anything about it.

up next...we're not done with the syndicate just yet! what else does this organization have in store for our heroes...? stay tuned!

(need more context for this au? check out the other character sheets!

joy, sadness & anxiety // disgust & fear )

[spotaus]

The brothers meet again

Ohhh my gods, this one was so daunting (I don't like backgrounds 😭) but it was so fun!!! This scene is going to be like. The really fun dramatic one when I get around to writing it, but for now here's a piece for it instead!!

Very quick explanation for those who haven't seen my insane rambles: Dream was about to kill Killer (finish him off) when Nightmare bursts out of hiding to get between them!

Now, bonus stuff!

^ He's actually very handsome <3

^Thinner version with a crop I like better??

^ I had to check sizing a few times (but Killer is angled so idk if it really helped?) And I just thought this was REALLY funny

^ Just the twins!

[kenzan-brainrot-mp4]

The situation between Kiryu and Majima is mostly just really depressing. But I think you kinda got at a silver lining with Majima ending the game by talking to and spending time with Kiryu in a normal way.

Majima has done everything except be upfront with Kiryu about his feelings. Instead, he does a lot of self-destructive things for Kiryu’s sake that would only devastate Kiryu if he knew the extent of what’s been going on with him (thinking of Kiryu being a mess in 5 over Majima’s “death” and then Majima nearly actually dying for Kiryu’s sake).

Majima just spending time with Kiryu in the hospital and telling him about what he’s been up to probably goes a lot further in making Kiryu happy than if he had actually shown up with a immortal elixir that he put his life at risk to get.

Yeah, looking back I wish I'd taken more time to reflect on the new, more positive development between Majima and Kiryu at the end of the scene, because as depressing as their situation as a whole is, that silver lining is genuinely really significant. I believe it really does show that their relationship is not doomed to depressing hell forever, and that is largely in part to Majima's own growth in this game.

As I touched on in another post, Majima walking away from the viewer to Kiryu’s hospital room parallels very interestingly with how Yakuza 0 ended, when Majima walked away from Makoto. In y0 silences his feelings and walks away, choosing to maintain a physical And emotional distance between them that he carries all the way to yk2 (and that he Does Not Let Go Of, even In his saga in yk2), leaving all of the self-sacrificing and self-destructive gestures but none of the actual fulfillment of the ability to just. Enjoy each others' company when the danger has finally passed.

Meanwhile in pyih you see him walking towards Kiryu in the final seconds of the game, confronting him head-on (with encouragement from Saejima), just to. Talk. No business, no "take care of x for me" no "I'm Depending on your for y", just having a normal conversation like they should've, could've done in yakuza 3, like they could've done in infinite wealth, what I wish they'd done in 5 and what they Definitely didn't do enough of in Gaiden. (And, just like what Majima and Makoto should've done too in yk2, if Majima had actually grown).

Its interesting because Majima, who's all about impulsive and grandiose gestures and actions and the need to die in a way that matters for someone else, technically didn't even "win" with his plans this time, like he did with Makoto. He didn't get to pull off his hundred-millionth self-sacrificing gesture for Kiryu. He didn't get to die valiantly fighting. A giant squid (lmao) or run back to Japan with the treasure that he dug up with his own blood sweat and tears. But he seems. Strangely okay with the aftermath, all things considered (I know I've been sticking to the word "resigned" when describing how he feels in this particular moment all this time but. What I'm getting at is that he's more okay than you may expect, considering the circumstances and the stakes at hand.)

(I want to (very abruptly lol) point out the fact that we've seen this kind of arc with Majima on a smaller scale before. Majima had a lot of the same deal in y0/4, where he pushed himself with the goal to die for Saejima for Years before his release from prison and was ready to go through with it the day of. However, this ended up being another situation where he "didn't win." What he got by the end of it wasn't Saejima claiming his title as new Tojo patriarch over his dead body, but rather (after a fight goaded on by Majima himself and some pushing by Saejima) they got to just. Talk things down. And just go back to being the bros they were before that whole mess. And Saejima's been able to be Majima's rock for the rest of the games since.

I just think someone would've benefited a Lot from taking notes. And that someone is Not Saejima.)

Like I kinda-did-kinda-didn't get to at the end of the whale post, I think the most important takeaway for Majima at the end of this game is him learning to not constantly throw himself into the fire for every person he wants to protect. Getting himself killed for Saejima and Kiryu wouldn't have made them happy. Keeping himself away from Makoto didn't make her happy, and now the ship of them being involved in each other's lives has long since sailed.

Keeping himself emotionally distant hasn't helped any of them Once, and this is why it's so important that he tries to cross some of that gap now with what is honestly his worst case of lifelong devotion yet (even if it's in a way that's small, in a way that's arguably insignificant for the emotional rift they have, even if it's just through telling some pirate tale, even if Kiryu might not know the true significance of it all even now. At least its Something. At least they just get to be. People, together. It's much more casual than anything they've had with each other for the past like 5 games, but strangely that casualness is arguably more intimate, after everything that's happened.)

Honestly this decision from Majima aligns perfectly with the admittedly cheesy (but I mean this in a loving way) ending of the main plot of pyih itself; by the end of the adventure Majima seeks not the grand impossible treasure he was originally chasing after but to rather cherish and enjoy the time he spent with the people he has come to care about over the course of the game (the photo). Such simple kinds of wishes are rare for Majima at best, but that's why it's so important he gives himself that now: the ability to just sit down and talk with the people he cherishes. That literally would've saved him so many damn times, I think. I think that's something he's desperately needed with Kiryu especially since Yakuza 3. And I think that those final moments in the last cutscene of pirate yakuza means he'll let himself indulge in it, just a little.

I really just hope that it'll be enough to give him and Kiryu some of that peace and closure that they seem to chronically lack, especially when it comes to each other. I hope it means they really can be happy with each other, just for a little while. Most of all I hope it means Majima can be at least some degree of upfront one day, before it's straight up too late 💥

(tl;dr Yeah, honestly, Majima just sitting down and talking with Kiryu for once means more for himself than killing himself over that eternal life elixir ever could have. He's an old ass man, he should learn to settle down a bit, you know?)

[tetzoro]

if you can’t be with him, become him !!!

[neishroom]

made a vamp simmie for @acuar-io's phiona, his name is silvano :]

[likesdoodling]

I know this might seem like a wild crossover, but so far as I'm concerned it makes perfect sense. >:D

[tartagliove]

AFTERNOON AT A CAT CAFE 14 days of cupid's arrow ✧ day four ✧ tartaglia x zebra

sweet treats and sweeter laughter, golden afternoon sun, soft fur and cozy cuddles, not-so-secretly snapped photos, dozens of sleepy cats, sharing spoonfuls of dessert, kisses stolen outside to end the date.

tartaglia: enjoying the view?

zebra: yes, the cat has very pretty eyes. i wasn't looking at you at all!

tartaglia: why don't you show me the last photo you took, hm?

zebra: nonono, that's for my eyes only– give it back, ajax!

tartaglia: aww, no need to be so flustered, pretty girl. i took some photos of you too; i was just better about not getting caught.

[nixotinix]

The masses have spoken!! They want to see Scarecrow's design in Dementophobia I see. And I am but a humble art boy bent to my audience's whims.

The design is under the cut, so if you don't want to see it, feel free to scroll past and I'll see you in the next post! but if you do want to see...

(not scanned in because this drawing is tiny enough to fit into the palm of my hand and my scanner would've eaten it)

here he is!! i'm still working out how i want his toxin gauntlet to look but so far i'm pretty happy with him :D and, just for funsies,,

i made designs for a few other rogues, so i might as well share two of them here! they won't appear in dementophobia itself since Jon is the oldest of the rogues I've designed and thus the others weren't active during the events of DMPH, but if I ever want to expand the rogues gallery of this little world I'm building, i at least have a jumping off point :D

[ruvviks]

sweet sunshine girl ☀️ ↳ shots by the talented @mojaves, edited by me!

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[spinnysocks]

mini kiburi x ushari fic :3

Every muscle in Kiburi's body ached. Scar just had to call a meeting after he, Janja and Reirei had their tails handed to them by the Lion Guard for the thousandth time.

The only positive thing about the sundown meeting was Ushari. While Scar berated them as usual, the snake gave the crocodiles the benefit of the doubt - they were being sent on nearly every mission lately and were likely overtired, of course they couldn't fight as well. The firey lion didn't like to hear that coming from his second-in-command, but it was better than having to hear his prolonged reprimanding.

“Tomorrow morning, you will attack Ukuni Woods, where there will be less backlash from the Pridelanders.” Scar announced. He set his gaze on Kiburi, then looked at Ushari who gave him a nod. “Kiburi, you and your float can rest, as long as you fight better.”

The crocodile leader stood tall. “We crocs can fight just fine. We won't lose next time.”

“You better. Now, all of you go and prepare for tomorrow… And I don't want to hear any excuses again.” The ghostly lion threatened before disappearing into smoke.

Kiburi sighed deeply and let his eyes close for a second. He hadn't been allowed to sleep properly in who knows how many days. The news, although extremely small and insignificant, was a relief for him and his float.

“Kiburi?”

He opened his eyes and glanced to see Ushari slithering towards him. They were the only two left in the volcano now. The atmosphere was strangely peaceful for once.

“I thought you might fall asleep there.” The cobra was joking, but there was something more in his voice that he couldn't quite pinpoint.

Kiburi turned to face him, feeling every sore muscle as he moved. He stared back at Ushari, for once in his life unable to think of a comeback due to his fatigue. “I should get back to my float before they start thinkin’ we’ll be on tomorrow's mission.”

He began walking down from the volcano’s ledge, each step slower than usual. Ushari caught up and matched his speed.

“I’ll accompany you.” The snake insisted in his ever-so-casual tone. Kiburi continued walking as he considered it. He supposed it wouldn't hurt to have company but he had to play it off.

“Don’t you need to return to your hollow for the night? It's getting dark.” As they exited the volcano, he looked up at the darkening sky where stars were beginning to show. At least it was a pretty night.

“I slept during the day. Scar usually has his best schemes in the middle of the night.”

Kiburi snickered. “Sure. What I meant was, why are you escorting me? I'm not some weak, pathetic animal who needs protection.” The words came out his mouth a little ruder than he intended.

“Of course not. You're the farthest from that… when you're not falling asleep on your feet.” Ushari responded, smirking as Kiburi snapped his weary head back up at the comment.

The crocodile leader stopped. “So you are here to protect me—”

“Relax. All I'm doing is making sure you don't walk into a rock on your way.”

The pair resumed walking. Kiburi smirked slightly. “Sounds like something my float would do. They’re a bunch of fish-for-brains.”

Ushari watched the expression on his face closely with curiosity. The crocodile barely ever smiled, but it was nice when he did. “But you like them?”

“Like them? Ha! They're my only friends.” The somewhat sad response sounded positive coming from the crocodile. Maybe it was just the fatigue.

The cobra raised an eyebrow at him, a smug smile on his face. “Am I not your friend?”

Kiburi looked back at him with a blank face. “...I like you enough. For you to be my friend, I mean.”

“I assumed we already were. Perhaps making friends with crocodiles is different from snakes. Although, a crocodile liking me is high praise to me.” Ushari hissed.

Kiburi glanced away, refusing to let the sudden redness on his face be seen. Even in his sleep-deprived state, he wouldn't let himself be uncharacteristically flustered. He could play it cool.

“Another reptile respecting me is high praise to me. I liked you from the moment we met.”

Ushari chuckled. “Not enough to be unspoken friends?” The hint in his voice was just like that of their first meeting — smooth and casual and yet producing so many feelings in the crocodile.

Kiburi dared to look at him again — if he was brave enough to fight, then he was brave enough to look at Ushari's face. “Oh, I don't think we're friends, Ushari…”

[daily-hanamura]

[wilsons-three-legged-siamese]

HEYYYY @i-love-steven-meeks ME AND @yourfavvgal ARE RUNNING AWAY TO CANADA BECAUSE THE SCHOOLS ARE SHIT HERE AND WE'RE GONNA LIVE WITH YOU (you don't have a choice in this, we'll sleep in your walls or like floorboards)

[chiropteracupola]

So come fill up your glasses of brandy and wine / Whatever it costs I will pay / So be easy and free, when you're drinking with me / I'm a man you don't meet every day...

[lakeshorediving]

I see a lot of people joking about the fact that the Raven's had cars despite not being able to go anywhere and like, I think that's the point. It's the illusion of choice, the illusion of freedom. Of course you have a car. Of course you can go, you can leave. Your car is right there, so why didn't you leave? It's because Tetsuji knew they wouldn't- they couldn't. That's what cult brainwashing does. Kevin even says that his car only had enough gas in it to get him to a gas station, and he didn't have any money on him to pay to refill it. The only reason he could was because a fan paid for him after seeing his tattoo. Can you imagine how horrifying that must've been? To watch the toggle sink closer and closer to E? How close was the nearest gas station? Did he go to the nearest one? Or did he push it to put more distance between himself and the Ravens? How long did Kevin have to sit at the gas station before a fan helped him? How much pain and terror did he have to hide- his hand shattered and he just escape a cult, one he knows will not let him go so easily.

Kevin even calls the Moriyamas giving him a car a mistake on their part because he was the first person to break that illusion of freedom. He cut through it and used it for his escape. Do we think his heart sank when he saw how little gas was in the car? How hopeless do we think he felt when he realized that he had nothing but the shirt on his back- that he would have to convince someone to spot him a full tank of gas? How did he hide his broken, bleeding mess of a hand?

We clown Kevin for a lot of things, but we cannot clown his sheer need for survival or his persistence to live.