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actualbird · 1 year

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Hey Zak!

I just read your analysis on marius and emotional distancing and I agree! I think on top of that, he's also the type to bottle it up, if that's the right term for it.

There's one Marius scene that really stuck with me, above all the romantic stuff. (i don't remember which story it's from, i just remember what he did). Marius was talking about something traumatizing, then in the blink of an eye, he was smirking at us, all smug and asking us if we really fell for it.

Once I noticed that, I start noticing it in all Marius angst stories. Every time he talks about something traumatizing, he typically changes the topic in the middle. Which is to be expected when it's something that traumatizes him, but the thing is, the trauma gets mentioned, and we see him being vulnerable. Then, it's like a switch flicks in his head. Like "Oh wait, I'm talking to jiejie", and he immediately clams up and starts teasing us, going back to the flirty brat we met at the start.

I can't think of a single time when he mentions something traumatizing, and we actually get him being completely vulnerable as he tells us about it all, not just part of it before he swaps to flirty and confident mode.

I was kidding when I told some of my friends that "marius is the type to be having an emotional breakdown and saying 'i'm fine, it's fine, why do you think i need help'", but now I think it could actually happen.

irt analysis on marius and emotional distancing

hi roshie-writes!! first off, im v sorry im getting to this ask very late OTL but im happy to hear u agree with that analysis :D

additionally, this ask is rlly interesting cuz yEPPPPPP, I AGREE ON ALL THIS TOO

that whole thing of Drops Vulnerability And Then Shifts To Playful Aloofness is SO VERY common in marius stories, and i personally first clocked it in the Lost Gold event. in like, the very first scene of his LG route, marius tells mc that she must think him naive for wanting to trust bryce and in general just confesses some insecurities hes got. and then the moment mc shows him sincerity, concern, and worry, he immediately shifts and is like "AWWWW UR WORRIED ABOUT ME >:3c" which makes me (and mc) wanna affectionately strangle him.

another more recent instance of this tendency happens in his blossom chapter personal story 4, right when he actually tells the full story of the Basement Incident. and then not like 5 lines after that, he gets flirty, glosses OVER ALL OF THAT WORRYING INFORMATION, and then says "Yeah, that's my good girl" to mc with a smirk on his face.

this personal story 4 instance stands out to me for three reasons:

1) simply cuz the Basement Incident full story lives in my mind rent free and

2) the "Yeah, that's my good girl" is notorious cuz i regularly see screencaps of that line do rounds on twt with ppl simping over it, me included, cuz my god marius KNOWS how to be flirty, like, lemme just drop the screencap cuz Im Not Immune To Marius von Hagen

and 3) the fact that this above screencap regularly makes rounds w ppl going crazy over how hes a flirty bastard (affectionate) really makes me go nuts cuz.....aGAIN. HE DID THIS LIKE 2 SECONDS AFTER CONFESSING HE NEARLY DIED AS A CHILD. LIKE...to an extent, his deflection here worked even outside of the realm of the in-game story itself, it's working on the players too cuz we're busy going MARIUS! VON! HAGEN! over the flirting that, again, attention is taken away from the thing he doesnt want anybody to pay attention to

HE CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS........

i talk a little bit abt this bait-n-switch tendency of his in an old analysis i wrote, marius von hagen, facade vs. sincerity, harsh truths vs. persisting hope, and my thought abt this tendency hasnt changed from the insight i gathered back then, which went:

marius casually has the tendency to “act” a certain way to get things like praise and reassurance, which could arguably interpreted as him using facades (which in this situation i think is actually him just saying theyre facades, theyre actually sincere, but he hides that, says it’s just an act) to acquire the deep seated sincerity he wishes. here, facade is a medium by which to acquire sincerity from others.

this is partly because of what you say which i agree with. he still wants people to care about him (because thats an innately human desire we All want) but at some point, he realizes hes talking to mc and hes gotta dial it back. and why does he dial it back? because he doesnt want her to worry. she matters to him, and he doesnt want her to be upset over him, so shifting the conversation into something playful can effectively stop worry in its tracks or, at the very least, delay it.

but i also think this is because revealing these gutpunch things like trauma or insecurities is, at the end of the day, a vulnerability

and marius is in a position where he cannot be vulnerable. vulnerability can put him (and maybe even people who matter to him too) in danger.

as much as his deflection, disconnection, and repression is a method for him to deal with his own things himself, these methods are also a way for him to protect against others. he needs to act like these vulnerabilities dont matter to him at all, because then theyre less likely to become weakpoints for an enemy to exploit.

and marius is also in a position where hes got a Lot of enemies. so many people would quite like it if they had something to hold over the head of Pax, mr interim-CEO himself

it's at times like these i really appreciate that marius' nxx codename is King, because it is sosososoososoo fitting for him, specifically due to the chess definition of the term.

the king is simultaneously the most important piece (which garners many enemies and ensures everybody wants to be able to put the king in check or checkmate), AND arguably the weakest piece too (full of vulnerabilities and weakpoints that need to be Constantly guarded against). the king is literally a piece thats meant to be hunted and protected, because thats the entire point of the game, and thats a lot of what marius has to deal with too. marius, to me, feels like hes constantly playing 4D chess in an effort to protect himself and make it look like hes protecting no weakpoints at all, weakpoints Dont Exist, if u saw them, no u didnt, because he needs to appear invincible

all eyes are always on him, for better or for worse. and when everybody is watching, allies and enemies alike, it seems way smarter to just hide and minimize vulnerability completely than to risk getting stabbed in the back for it.

#roshie-writes #asks #marius von hagen #tears of themis #the marius urge to make zak write a ridiculously long block of text. he CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS ALSO!!!

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saintrocklee · 1 year

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For the prompts (I’m probably super late I’m sorry OTL) “it’s not my fault, it’s 4am and you’re fucking yelling at me!” For Kakuzu please! Also your writing is amazing and I hope your muse returns pronto! Good vibes from me to you ✨

💰 kakuzu x reader 💰 supernatural (ish) AU part one | part two | part three | part four warnings: brief mentions of past abusive relationship. finger sucking and minimal sexy thread times. also - this is a special guest episode, as a treat. special message to the anon who requested this literally 72 business years ago: i am so sorry. i hope this was worth it. ily.

this is part four of my kakuzu prompt series. i recommend reading parts one, two, & three (linked above) before indulging.

The next day you’re distracted. Very distracted. You were typically pretty well put together but you felt as if your head was stuck in a permanent fog. Last night played on a loop in your mind, and you know ... you know Kakuzu had almost kissed you.

I broke my rules for you.

The apple you’re looking at slips from your grip and you blink back to reality. Embarrassment curls up your spine as you glance around to see if anyone saw. When you’re sure no one noticed, you bend to pick up the fruit and add it to your basket. You were doing some light grocery shopping, but so far you’d bumped into two different people, walked down the wrong aisle multiple times, and now you were dropping things.

God, you were like a teenager all over again. Just a silly little girl with a crush. You honestly hated the word, it didn’t seem to adequately describe your situation or your feelings. An infatuation? You were definitely attracted to him. You liked talking to him. You wanted to know more about him. And most importantly of all, he made you feel safe.

Next time, girl.

The shame curling in your gut from being clumsy was slowly being replaced by a simmering, now familiar heat. What did he mean, next time? Did that mean when he saw you again, he’d ... what? Kiss you? Explain? Kill you?

You know the latter is completely untrue, but for some reason it was much easier to imagine Kakuzu taking your life. You can picture Kakuzu killing, you know he’s done it before, and his aura alone was stifling and intimidating. But … kissing? Being intimate? Your imagination stops there but it doesn’t keep you from wondering. From wanting.

You never thought you would fall for a mountain of a man after spending a good portion of your life afraid of men, but here you were. Falling for a monster. Your monster. Who, by all accounts, should scare the absolute living hell out of you.

But he didn’t.

You’re able to check out without issue and start your walk home with two small grocery bags. It’s a nice day and fall was coming, leaving a nice breeze in the air to help clear your mind. You switch your bags to one hand and hold your sweater a little closer, managing to nod and smile at a gentleman walking by. Every day your confidence grew around strangers, and every day you’re thankful for Kakuzu. For your deal. Your spine felt harder, straighter. You rarely had panic attacks anymore, and found yourself leaving your apartment without constantly looking over your shoulder. You were stronger, self-assured, and self-reliant. You felt good.

A low whistle catches your attention and just like that, your courage fizzles to nothing. It was a catcall whistle, something meant to be derogatory, and it reminded you of your ex-husband.

“Wow.”

There’s a very male voice coming from behind and you stiffen, heart jumping to your throat. You don’t want to turn around but you stop walking, listening intently as footsteps approach you.

“I think I get it now.”

You blink, now confused and nervous, and turn your head to see who’s talking to you. Maybe they weren’t even speaking to you, maybe you misheard. Your rampant paranoia was still present and maybe —

Nope. He’s looking directly at you.

You’re visibly shocked by him, mouth parting muted awe. He looked … not like any man you’ve ever seen. Vibrant lavender eyes hold your own with an intensity you’re not used to receiving from a stranger, and his mouth is twisted into a cocksure grin that showed teeth. Silver hair was slicked back with a few strays curling slightly on his forehead, and the open jacket he wore revealed way more chest than you wanted to see. Your eyes immediately flick down to watch his hands and your anxiety kicks up a notch when you see them stuffed into his jacket pockets.

Hidden hands meant trouble. Your ex was proof of that.

It’s the first time in awhile you’ve felt trapped; cornered like some animal. The stranger’s posture was relaxed but the look on his face was anything but. You tried to keep your breathing calm, but your gut instinct was telling you something was off about this guy. He didn’t seem totally crazy, he just seemed … abnormal. Intense. Unpredictable.

“You checkin’ me out, girl?”

Your back stiffens and you snap your gaze back up to his face. Girl. Kakuzu called you that and it never bothered you, but coming from this man? It felt like an insult. Like you were beneath him.

Still … the way he said it. The tone reminded you of your monster. Something about how he said it. Like you were different from him, like you were in a category of your own.

“Do you need something?” you ask, attempting to keep your tone level. Not quite friendly but not quite scared. You were extremely aware of the fragility of the male ego and didn’t want to set this guy off, but you wouldn’t cower. Your question seems to ignite something in him and you frown as he throws his head back and laughs. It’s loud, boyish; and when he snaps his head back up his eyes find yours immediately. The wicked gleam there has you fighting off the urge to bolt, but somehow you know running would make things worse.

“Nah I’m just,” he pauses, taking another step toward you; to which you respond by taking a step back, “curious.”

“About?”

Something about you must amuse this guy a great deal. He’s grinning at you now, assessing you like you were an exhibit he didn’t quite understand. You glance to your right, only to inhale nervously when you realize you’re completely alone. You could have sworn there were other people on the sidewalk with you, and the street you were on was typically a busy one. But there wasn’t a soul in sight, just you and this man.

You suddenly wish Kakuzu would appear.

“Couldn’t fuckin’ believe it when I heard. Had to make a trip back just to see …” he trails off, taking a step to the right to start circling you. It reminded you of a wild animal, circling their prey.

“I don’t understand.” You breathe, body twisting to keep him in your sight. Lavender eyes once again meet yours.

“Don’t suppose you would.” His tone is light, and you can tell he’s having fun. You’re thrown back to being in elementary school, watching other kids participate in game you didn’t know how to play.

“What do you want?” You ask, some of the carefully hidden irritation making it’s way into your tone. Amusement falls from the stranger’s face and you blink when he’s suddenly in front of you. You could have sworn he was just standing behind you, how did he -

“As much as I’d love to ruin that bastard’s day, a deal’s a deal.”

You hold your breath and fight to not visibly shake. The playful demeanor he held was now lined with something dangerous and the air around you seems thicker. He bends his head towards you and your spine stiffens when his next words are whispered directly into your ear.

“Tell the old man Hidan says hi.”

Your mouth parts, more questions forming on your tongue, but just like that he’s gone. A gust of wind hits you and you jump, the sound of cars and people bustling on the street hitting you all at once. The once still and silent street was now full of noise and life; and you blink helplessly as it all washes over you. Where had everyone gone? You were sure the street was just empty.

You tighten your grip on your groceries and decide to just book it back to your apartment. You felt breathless and a little dizzy, no doubt due to some of the leftover fear and adrenaline in your system. You start moving, keeping your head down as you make your way back to your apartment.

Just get home, you chant to yourself. You purposefully move the command around your brain, even going so far as to silently mouth the words to keep from thinking about what just happened.

Just get home.

Soon you’re back in your apartment and quickly putting your groceries away. The next thing you do is check to make sure all of your doors and windows are locked, and then you check again. You're shaken to your core and now that you’re back in your home, in a space you consider safe, your mind is reeling.

Who was that?

You immediately start listing off people you knew, to try and figure out who he was talking about. He said the old man, you didn’t know any old men -

Except your ex.

Was he - did that guy know your ex-husband? Was he sent to you, as some sort of sick joke? You didn’t know anything about your ex-husband’s whereabouts, you just knew he was alive, and that was enough for your panic riddled brain to latch onto.

The anxiety you feel is building and you move to your bedroom while trying to do the breathing exercises your therapist had taught you. Inhale for four seconds, hold for four seconds, exhale for four seconds. Before you know it, you’re in your bed, back against the headboard - trying to just breathe.

Inhale for four seconds.

Hold for four seconds.

Exhale for four seconds.

It calms you, after awhile, and you swallow against the dryness in your throat. You feel heavy, emotionally drained, and you just want to sleep. You move slowly, changing into shorts and an oversized shirt that's warm but comfortable. Your bed welcomes you back and soon you’re under your blankets, mind still doing a slow tumble through your day. You can still hear the stranger’s laugh, a loud cackle that sends a shiver down your spine. You shut your eyes tight and try to think of something else.

Someone else.

Lavender eyes and silver slicked back hair are replaced with green and black. You think about Kakuzu, about what happened last night, and soon you’re drifting off; thoughts of inky black thread and unfinished promises sending you into slumber.

You wake with a gasp and sit up, throat sore and wetness pooling in the corners of your eyes. You had been with your ex, he’d cornered you, he’d been drinking and had come home and -

It takes you a moment to realize it was a nightmare and the next breath you take is ragged. You were home. You were home and that was years ago, you were safe now, you made a deal with -

“Calm yourself girl.”

Your head snaps up and stiffens when you see Kakuzu standing in the corner of your bedroom. The streetlights from outside along with your blinds shine an interesting pattern on him, and you’re surprised to see that he’s uncovered. Black hair hangs freely around his face and his arms are crossed across his chest, his stitches straining against his muscles. Swallowing thickly, your hands fist in your sheets and you frown when they start to move underneath you.

When you glance down, you’re surprised at the black threads that are tangling around your fingers. There’s so much of them and you carefully turn your hand over, watching intently as inky strands continue to dance across your palm. More investigation reveals that his thread is covering both of your hands and moving carefully up your arms, stroking back and forth carefully like a caress. It clicks suddenly, and you bring your head back up to look at him.

“You woke me up.” You murmur, throat still dry, and Kakuzu’s eyes narrow, confirming your suspicion. You look away to glance at your clock and frown when you see it reads 3:47am.

“Thank you.” You whisper and Kakuzu shifts his shoulders, his arms unfolding and resting at his sides. His thread starts to pull back and you turn to watch as they slide away from you, off the edge of your bed, and disappear into the darkness that cloaks him.

“Anything to cease your endless whimpering.” His confession is sneered at you and you have to drop your chin to your chest to hide a fond smile. Ever so grouchy and grumpy.

You lift a hand and rub at your eyes, fighting back a tired yawn. Kakuzu steps closer and you still your movements when he speaks again.

“You met a man today.”

Your head snaps up, tiredness forgotten, and frown. Inhuman eyes hold your own, and there’s an edge to his tone, to him that you’ve never seen before.

“H-how did you - ”

“Did he touch you?”

What?

You blink once and then twice before opening and closing your mouth. You were trying to find the right words to respond, trying and failing to come up with something to say. Your brain, poor thing, was still lagging from being woken so suddenly, leaving you somewhat slack jawed and intelligible.

Kakuzu snarls in response to your silence and leans over, hands coming to rest at the foot of your bed as he looms over you.

“Answer me, girl. Did he touch you?”

Your brow furrows in response.

“How did you know I met a man today?”

Judging by the incandescent glare you receive, you answered wrong. Even so, you feel none of the fear you felt earlier, none of the anxiety or panic. Distantly you register that the protective streak you’re witnessing is causing molten heat to stir in your belly, but you’re tired and agitated from your nightmare and being abruptly woken up.

“I won’t ask again.” He snaps and you swallow, eyebrows pinching together in frustration.

“No, he didn’t. How did you know?” You snip back and Kakuzu pushes himself off the bed.

“That is none of your concern.”

You bristle in response.

“None of my - how is it none of my concern?”

Green cat-like eyes stare at you impassively and you’re hit with the childish urge to throw something at him. If you weren’t so disorientated you might have.

And then -

“Wait, is he like you?”

Tell the old man Hidan says hi.

You feel the sudden urge to move and start to slowly uncurl your legs from your blankets. Kakuzu doesn’t answer but it doesn’t deter you.

“He told me to tell the old man hi. Are you who he was talking about?”

Your feet meet the carpet and you stand, fingers drumming against your bare thighs. Details from your encounter start to resurface and everything slowly clicks into place.

“He ... he made everyone on the street disappear. Told me he was curious, wanted to see for himself. He’s like you, right?”

Kakuzu’s mouth twists into a snarl.

“Don’t ask stupid questions.”

Your hands tighten into fists.

“I wouldn’t have to if you just told me the truth.”

You watch as what you can only describe as irritation flashes across his face. He moves towards you and you dig your heels into the carpet, ready to stand your ground.

“I don’t have to answer to you, human.”

Something visceral burns through you.

“Why are you mad at me? I didn’t do anything, it was your friend who just showed up —” A low rumble similar to a growl warns you to stop but you keep going, your hands emphasizing your frustration as your voice rises, “it’s you who’s snapping at me, I don’t even know what’s going on —”

“You are the one who cannot answer a simple question. Idiot girl.” Kakuzu’s sneering at you, now close enough to bend his head to look down at you. You throw your hands in the air and let out a humorless laugh before going to shove him back.

“It’s not my fault, it’s four in the morning and you’re fucking yelling at me!”

You don’t expect him to so much as budge when your palms meet his chest, but it feels good to make contact with something. With him. You know it wouldn’t hurt, you know he’s probably laughing cruelly at you, but you couldn’t take him standing there looking down at you when he had all the answers and you had none.

What you don’t expect is for him to grab onto your wrists and pull you closer. You immediate reaction is to flinch, to protect your face by ducking down, and the breath in your lungs stills. You wait for something, for him to yell, to shove you off, but nothing happens. The weight of his hands is heavy, and your brow furrows in confusion when you feel him lift and turn your wrist. You chance a glance upwards and watch as his eyes skim up and down your hand, your arm. When his inspection is complete, he turns to the other one, once again lifting your hand away from his chest. When he speaks, his tone is deeper, and the heat that you’ve come to associate with him once again makes it way through your chest.

“There is no one like me. Hidan is merely an immortal who uses blood magic. He would just need a drop ...” His sentence trails off as he finishes inspecting your arms, only to lightly push you away to cast his gaze down at your legs. Your toes curl in your carpet under his scrutiny and when he drops your wrists you tangle your hands together.

“I’m fine.” You try but Kakuzu cuts you off immediately.

“You wouldn’t know.”

You bristle again, still buzzing with frustration, but the gravel in his tone digs up under your chest and starts to break it up.

“It presents differently, in humans. You wouldn’t even have felt it, if he pricked you.”

Oh. You exhale through your nose.

“So ... he’s like a vampire?”

Kakuzu snaps his head up to meet your eyes and lets out a snort. You blink at the foreign noise.

Did your monster just laugh?

“Idiot.” He scoffs, straightening to his full height. You narrow your eyes and fight a smile.

“What? Demons and immortals are real. You’re real. But vampires, that’s stupid?”

You’re rewarded with an arched brow and finally feel all the anxiety and frustration from earlier fizzle into nothing. The warmth in your tummy starts to kindle and you glance around your room as memories from the previous night start to hit you.

I broke my rules for you.

“He will not bother you again.”

You nod and turn back to look at him, meeting his stare head on. You had other questions about your encounter with Hidan but you knew the answers he’d give you would do nothing to satiate your curiosity. You're not sure how much times passes, all you do know is neither of you are making any sort of move to leave. It makes you bolder, knowing that something kept him here. That he wanted to be there.

Next time, girl.

So instead -

“So, is this the next time you were referring to, or ... ?”

The air around you changes and a thrill shoots through at the way Kakuzu tenses. Like a coil, almost. His eyes somehow burn brighter and he takes a step towards you again, large hands flexing at his sides. Your chest heaves with effort and the smirk that curls across his face is anything but friendly. Dangerous.

It's consuming, how much you want him.

"You know not what you ask, girl."

You tilt your chin up to hold his gaze as he looms over you. His hair falls from his shoulders, surrounding you, and you feel the telltale trickle of his thread around your ankles.

"Just a stupid human girl." You murmur, and those green eyes narrow at your tone. You feel thread in your hair and let your head be pulled back, baring your throat to your monster who seemed to be wrestling with something as he looked at you. His gaze trailed from your neck, to your eyes, to your mouth; as if he were looking for something. Waiting for something. You don't move, you don't speak and finally he stills his movements completely, eyes boring into yours as if to burn you in place.

"You understand what you're asking of me?" He hisses and you blink. He waits for your answer and you swallow before finding your voice.

"Yes."

"You understand that I am not like them." He sneers the last word in disgust, as if even needing to state the fact that he wasn't human was beneath him.

"Yes." You breathe, the warmth from your tummy spreading. You were beginning to feel light headed and your hands twitch with the need to touch him.

He pauses, taking you in, and then you feel it. Strands and strands of inky black thread coiling around your thighs, your waist, your neck. You close your eyes and part your lips with a gasp at the way his thread move across your body. They're under your shirt and skirt the edge of your shorts, feather light strokes becoming bolder and bolder with each touch.

Your eyes fly open when you feel his hand curl around your chin and stutter a breath as thread moves just under your breasts. His thumb strokes your bottom lip and wetness begins to pool between your thighs. Your heart beats a furious rhythm under your chest and Kakuzu inhales at the sound of it.

"Open." He commands, voice deep and unwavering. Your mouth parts slowly, and you shudder as the tip of your tongue meets the pad of his thumb. The thread around you tightens upon the contact, flexing against your thighs and pushing up against your breasts. He presses down, holding you in place, while simultaneously tilting your face up. He's so close now, hair tickling the sides of your face, and you swear you see a triumphant glitter in his eyes.

"So pliant." Kakuzu taunts, nose nearly brushing yours. Your eyes narrow and before you can think better of it you close your mouth around him and suck.

Your reward is a snarl and the wall meeting your back.

He's quick about manhandling you, large firm thigh slotted between your legs, thread tightening enough to keep you still without hurting. He presses his thumb further into your mouth, eyes now transfixed on how it disappears, and you glide your tongue along the ridges of his knuckles before sucking him in deeper. He hasn't actually touched you anywhere else, hasn't even kissed you like you wanted him to, but that doesn't stop your body from reacting to everything. To him.

The whimper you let out is pathetic and needy.

He opens his mouth, no doubt ready to degrade you or boss you around even more, but something on his face changes. You pinch your brow in confusion as his head turns sharply, eyes unfocusing as if he's thinking. When he cocks his head ever so slightly you realize he's listening and you strain to hear what he heard.

Only there's nothing.

Kakuzu pulls away from you sharply, taking his thread with him, and you hear him growl in a language you'd never heard before. You take a step forward to regain your balance, only to be once again manhandled to look up at him. You can still feel your saliva on his thumb as he grips your chin, and you're taken aback by the intensity you receive.

"We are not done here."

He spits the words at you, eyes narrowing until you nod in agreement. His gaze flicks down to your overly wet mouth and you're once again introduced to a language you don't understand. He sounded angry, strained, and he meets your eyes once more before taking a step back and disappearing completely, once again leaving you alone.

#show of hands - who thought i would never publish this #anon if you see this please know that i am so incredibly in love with you ASDFGHJKL #kakuzu x reader #kakuzu x you #kakuzu fanfic #daddy K is BACK #ONE MORE PART TO GO before i'm done with this series #and then i'm never touching this man again he is MEAN to me #he doesn't let me WRITE him #he's RUDE i love him but imma leave him for the experts #xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooooooxoxoxo if you still follow me you are braver than any US marine

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byakuwan · 10 months

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[1st image id start: Haru Miura at left, looking up curiously toward present!Byakuran at right, who is cradling her cheek and smirking as he looks at her. A square image of Tsuna with a red X over his face is above them. /end 1st image ID] [2nd image id start: Haru suddenly leans in to grab onto Byakuran's back and goes in for a smooch. His arms (& hoodie drawstrings) are left in the air considering he's lowkey pushed back. Haru closed her eyes and puckered her lips, while Byakuran's eyes widened with his mouth is slightly open (clearly an opportunity.) The image of Tsuna with the red X is above them at left, while an image of present!Byakuran with a green O around his face is at right. /end 2nd image ID] [Outfits: Haru is in a mint green off-the-shoulder sweater with pastel yellow neckline & cuffs, while Byakuran has a silver hoodie with dark purple hood & cuffs & white drawstrings with a dark gray collar/bracelets. They are both blushing and image 2 has that slightly more pronounced. The background is plaid with pastel blue, red and green.]

KHR Rarepair Week D2: Sky

Title: A Better Sky Guy

Author: byakuwan @ tumblr

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Byakuran/Miura Haru

Prompt: Sky Flames in general!

Tags/Warnings: n/a

"I like guys who are nice, cool, sometimes smooth, and who exude a sort of dangerous attractiveness…"

Tsuna is really not Haru's type, but I know someone else who is ♪

SORRY I'M LATE OTL

first time doing an image ID (sorry it's so long lol) but i have realized it is actually amazing to put exactly what i intended into a description.

anyway: 10086 propaganda.

#khrrarepairweek2023 #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #khr fanart #khr byakuran #haru miura #had to change the rating im sorry #just thought about it

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kyuhu · 7 months

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Wait now I am curious what are your thoughts on Feliks's interior design 👀

Ohh thanks for the question and sorry for the late reply OTL I don't think I'm able to make an ellaborate post about it let alone add any images so it'll just get kinda rambly ;v; I feel like he's a flower pattern and chrochet doilies friend and has unfinished knitting projects lying everywhere around his home. Also kinda hoards all kind of different decorative objects so it seems like different styles mashed together in a very chaotic but also kinda charming way topped off with a dash of your typical granny aesthetic? @/tonitoewyn once said he tries for all trends at once and it's eclectic and I think that fits so well :D Also renovating/redecorating 24/7 leaving it be halfway done and then starting to repaint the room again in another color. Even if he wouldn't admit it he's quite sentimental too which leads to him incorporating his beloved old timey stuff to whatever he's trying out at the moment but also not really beeing able to throw specific pieces he can't use rn away so it goes to a basement or storage.

#also ment in the most affectionate way possible #it sounds terrible but it'll look great #he's just so good at making things that completely clash look good together because he has such a charming way to display them #same as his clothing style #the part about him beeing very sentimental comes from tonitoewyn as well btw!#who also has the great great hc that Feliks keeps a lot of old timey stuff like photographs and clothing #and even transfers clothing pieces he buys now and likes a lot to his storage to keep them rather than wearing them #which isn't interior design anymore but I love it so I had to add this

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the-precious-sugar-chan · 2 years

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Diabolik Lovers ZERO Floor 7. Mini drama

Vampire’s late night snack.

Voice Actor: Tomoaki Maeno Character: Kino Audio: [ Here ] Duration: 12:09

Note: I haven’t seen any translation of this tokuten (though if there’s any, I’m sorry! I couldn’t find it OTL) So I decided to make my own– It’s a cute scenario about teaching Kino how to cook ♥ Enjoy!

✩. ·͙ *̩̩͙ ˚̩̥̩̥ *̩̩̥͙ 　✩　*̩̩̥͙ ˚̩̥̩̥ *̩̩͙ ‧͙ . . ·͙ *̩̩͙ ˚̩̥̩̥ *̩̩̥͙ 　✩　*̩̩̥͙ ˚̩̥̩̥ *̩̩͙ ‧͙ . ✩

[00:01]

You’re reading when Kino furiously opens the door and comes in.

Kino: Seriously, I can’t believe it!

The door closes.

Kino: What does he mean, “You can’t, Kino”!? What does he think I am!?

You ask what happened.

Kino: It doesn’t matter what happened! I just offered myself to cook too this time. And what do you think Yuuri told me!? He said that I can’t cook! But I know how to cook! I just don’t do it often.

You ask if they argued.

Kino: We didn’t argue… Well, it’s normal, I never enter the kitchen because Yuuri usually does everything. But he doesn't have to refuse like that! [He scratches the back of his head] Ahh, it pisses me off…! I have to prove him wrong, somehow.

[01:05]

Kino: Right… You’re quite skilled in cooking, aren’t you?

You already know what he’s thinking.

Kino: Yes, that’s right. Teach me how to cook.

You hesitate.

Kino: … Are you going to say that I can’t, as well?

You try to tell him that it’s already late.

Kino: It doesn’t matter how late at night it is, does it?. Besides, I’m a vampire, if anything this is the time when I eat.

You are about to say something else.

Kino: A~ahhh… You're hurting me. Now you have to do something to ease this pain. [He steps closer] So? Where do you want me to sink my fangs in? Maybe you want it to hurt a lot, so I won’t hold back at all to suck your blood.

You try to dialogue.

Kino: I won’t wait. So, where do you want me to suck your blood from…? Ah, maybe your ear is a good spot. It’s a sensitive spot, it will be very painful for sure…

You beg him not to.

Kino: Then… You will teach me, right? I don’t care what dish it is.

You finally agree to teach him.

Kino: Yes, yes… You should’ve said that from the start. [He moves away] Then let’s go to the kitchen. By the way, make sure it’s something I can make and that looks fancy too.

[02:50]

–later ; in the kitchen–

Kino: … You took out all these random ingredients... Some weird veggies and… cheese? So, what are we making with this?

You won’t tell him just yet.

Kino: You’ll tell me when we’re done? Well, that’s fine. Just this once I will follow your orders. So, what do we do first?

You give him something.

Kino: What is… this…? … Eh!? A lotus root? This is how it looks?

You cut a slice.

Kino: Ah, you’re right. It looks more like a lotus root after you cut it. I just have to chop it into slices, right?

You correct him.

Kino: Eeeeh…? These orders are getting annoying. Yeah, yeah. I will cut thin slices.

You give him another instruction.

Kino: 100 grams!? How am I supposed to know how much 100 grams of lotus root is!? Can you stop making your orders so hard?

He reluctantly grabs a knife.

Kino: I’ll just do what I can. [He starts chopping it, then shows you] Like this?

You tell him it’s good.

Kino: I guess. Naturally, I know how to use a knife. So? What’s next?

You turn the stove on.

Kino: Ah, you’re boiling this? ... The oil is making a good sound. Can I throw in the lotus root now?

You tell him how.

Kino: Again with your weird requests… I get it. I have to place them flat and cook them from both sides, right?

Kino cooks for a while.

[5:07]

Kino: Yes, they look good! They are cooked and they smell pretty nice. What do we do next?

You give him something else.

Kino: … Are these leftovers? Is it okay to put these? Alright, then I’ll put the small pieces of bacon… also the tomato ones… and some green pepper slices… Mm! It looks very colorful! As expected of me. Since we’re doing this well, let's add konpeito too. I like them! [He takes some out of the jar] See? They are shiny and pretty, and I like their star shape. Let’s add these in!

You stop him.

Kino: Eeeeeh? Stingy. Fine. So? What now?

You bring something else.

Kino: Oh? That’s melting cheese… Ehhh? If we put that in, all the colors will disappear… Ah, right, we have to cut it into small pieces first. Let’s add the cheese, then… It’s melting, it’s melting! Ah~ It already looks delicious!

You tell him to put the lid on.

Kino: Yeees. I’ll cover this then. [He covers the food with the lid] So now we just have to wait, right? We already had dinner and I’m getting hungry again. Well, I’m a vampire so it doesn’t matter whether I eat or not. But I can’t wait until it gets done…

[7:04]

–later–

He takes the lid off.

Kino: Woah~! It looks very tasty! The smell is already telling, it’s going to be delicious. … Is it done?

You nod and give him a plate.

Kino: Yay! It’s finally done! An easy-to-make lotus root Pizza!

You realize he found out on his own.

Kino: I can tell that it’s a pizza, though it’s the first time I see lotus root slices used at the bottom like this. Hey, let’s taste it before showing it to Yuuri! Now that it’s done it’s hard for me to wait any longer…

You agree.

Kino: Fu~, then, thank you for the meal!

Kino takes a bite.

Kino: Huff, huff. Mm!! What’s this!? No way… This is too good!

You ask him if he likes it.

Kino: Yeah! A lot! It’s crunchy thanks to the lotus root, and even though they are thin slices it gives such an intense smell. It’s like veggie chips? I like how the melted cheese balances everything too. It’s best to eat it while it’s still hot! It’s so cool, it looks like a cheese fondue with small veggie pieces all over it! Also, the lotus root is full of bacon flavor! The oil from the meat makes all the flavors spread in your mouth…! [He takes another bite] Mmm!! So tasty~~!!

You’re glad he likes it.

Kino: Mhm. As expected, you chose the best recipe. It’s both tasty and easy to make, just what I wanted!

[8:58]

You bring something else to the table.

Kino: Eh? Is that… jello? … Ah! It has konpeito inside! Uwah~ So beautiful… It’s like the stars are shining…

You ask if he likes it.

Kino: Of course I do! I was wondering earlier what you were making, so this is it… You actually listened to my request. You are very nice, after all. Just like a good wife.

You blush.

Kino: Why are you turning so red now? I wouldn't mind making you my wife right this instant. Hahaha! What's so shocking about it? I can’t get enough of watching your reactions… Anyway! We can talk about that another time. Yuuri will be surprised when he sees this table, I'm sure.

[10:02]

You ask if he’s not angry anymore.

Kino: Hm? Well, I wanted to do this because what Yuuri said annoyed me at first… but there’s another reason why I wanted to cook. I thought I should be a little more independent now… I stopped caring about who’s the master and who’s the servant, you know? I don’t want Yuuri to cook for me forever, so I need to learn.

You giggle.

Kino: Why are you smiling so much? Disgusting. Are you making fun of me?

You shake your head.

Kino: I wonder about that. This is the punishment you get for bothering me. [He grabs some food on his fork] Here. Say “aaah”.

You hesitate.

Kino: You can’t say you don’t want to eat. Open your mouth.

You obey.

Kino: Fufu~ You did it. Here you go, aaaah~ [He feeds you] Isn’t it delicious? That’s because I made it, so make sure to enjoy a~ll of it.

You tell him it’s delicious.

Kino: Right? Now I want to eat too, feed me. Aaaah~ [He eats] Mmm~~ Tasty! If we continue we’ll eat it all… well, whatever. There are some ingredients left so I can make another one. I want to eat my first homemade meal with you… okay?

✩. ·͙ *̩̩͙ ˚̩̥̩̥ *̩̩̥͙ 　✩　*̩̩̥͙ ˚̩̥̩̥ *̩̩͙ ‧͙ . . ·͙ *̩̩͙ ˚̩̥̩̥ *̩̩̥͙ 　✩　*̩̩̥͙ ˚̩̥̩̥ *̩̩͙ ‧͙ . ✩

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers zero #diabolik lovers translations #diabolik lovers kino #diabolik lovers tokuten #drama cd #english translation #translations #now i'll make a masterlist fr #he's so cute here i cant T_T #kino #dl #+50

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sollucets · 9 months

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9 people you'd like to know more tag game, for @troubled-mind

i didnt forget!! its just been hectic around here lately. thank u for tagging me, kat 💜

last song: ari abdul babydoll, from my dear friend cynn @catbiodolor's only friends playlist. ive been going through it for lyric edit fodder, and it fucks!!

currently reading: no real books, sorry. i finished reading sarah @firstkanaphans’ what dreams may come recently (what a soft ending im still sobbing days later. i promise i'll still leave a comment it's just, again, been hectic)

currently watching: i keep up with be my favorite (i didnt watch today’s yet so it still counts), hidden agenda (sort of, sorry OTL) and laws of attraction right now. im not in the middle of anything. thats it!

next in line on watch list: i want to watch he’s coming to me! i'm also interested in gay ok bangkok & she loves to cook / she loves to eat

starting soon: oh god only friends tomorrow morning. oh god oh god. holy fuck?? [head in hands]

and…. soon is maybe a stretch, but 23.5 eventually maybe

current obsessions: only friends brainrot lockdown just like its been for the last month. photoshop stuff; i'm working on my eclipse anniversary edits and something for first & khao’s birthdays in sept and october. my own akkaye longfics (both existing and unwritten) + doing prompt fills. im real into laws of attraction, too, that lawyer bitch has captivated me. look at him

i've also also kind of fixated on the pantheon of hollownest, in hollow knight, while i've been on vacation (lots of car rides and plane time to work on it since i play on switch). i wanna at least see absolute radiance someday

the original tag says 9 people, but you know we don't do that here. i'll tag @akkpipitphattana & @sommmnus & @chickenstrangers, plus sarah and cynn in the body of the post (if you want to tell me what you've been up to! no pressure)

#rowan lore #i think i seemed impressively normal about only friends in this post. dont you

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coffee-in-veins · 3 months

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Ok, I watched a dumb YT video and now I have a question.

Can the infected carry (fantasy)malaria without being affected by it themselves?

Hullo hullo o/ Thank you for such an interesting ask! <3

Sorry for the late-ass reply oTL You know how much shit happened, but it still barely excuses me

Another reason for my long silence was that I did my best to find scientific papers and read up on asymptomatic malaria and malaria carriers and got carried away myself (was this a pun? I’ll take it as a pun). Unfortunately, that didn't go too well either, because it quickly surpassed my biology and chemistry level but I still tried to gather info.

So, I had to sit down, think hard and pool together everything I have in RRR and adjacent works, since we don't get much in the game proper. This is the summary of my thoughts, be wary of ramblings ahead:

You can be resistant to CC in several ways

Since CC is an eldritch influence first and an infection second, you can have a resistance to it in two ways: a good immune system (the number of times my in-game Rey resisted it because he had Robust quirk is definitely more than four) or a domain of another eldritch influence on you already. Or both. Preferably both. So, it’s harder for someone like Alhazred to get infected because he already has an eldritch patron. Or for Sarmenti, who is bound to his murderous melody. Or Damian, who is bound to the Light (although in his case, open exposure and lack of protection negates this particular benefit).

And some might notice that it took a while for Dis to get infected… well :} This is a surprise plot point that would be explained later.

It doesn’t mean they’re immune, no, not by a long shot. But it’s harder and it takes longer for the infection to manifest fully into the proper infection and mutation. In any case, a person will get into symptom stage if/when amount of CC in them will accumulate enough to overpower whatever was putting up resistance.

If it never happens, asymptomatic stage can be quite prolonged, but that would require calm safe environment and accidental but constant microdosing of “Blood” which is, well, unlikely. Theoretically possible, sure, but… in Hamlet? Rather unobtainable.

There is a period of infection which isn’t recognizable by majority of people

There is an incubation stage for the infection, and for some (like Damian or Sarmenti, and after some point Dismas) it can take a very long time to manifest. To them, it most likely felt like they weren’t infected at all. They were. They were simply asymptomatic for a while.

Later on, the infected started noticing patterns in heartbeats, and it became relatively easy for those infected who had finely-tuned hearing to notice the newly infected before anyone else could. I have to mention, that the initial changes are miniscule and can be easily mixed up with some heart-related issue (which we have in abundance with high amounts of stress, and also high volumes of booze and salt in adventurer’s rations), and the infected themselves aren’t too keen to rat each other out.

However, the longer the infection lasts, the more heartbeat changes, to the point where a skilled doctor (like for example Paracelsus) would be able to notice, categorize and properly link those changes and infection. This is how most of the infected are currently caught. Luckily for the infected, it takes a while for the infection to reach a stage that a human ear, even a trained one, can catch it.

Stress can push mutations to manifest quicker and make them worse

What it says on the tin. Stress pushes the body further and further into an overdrive, so the infection spreads faster and reaches deeper. Asymptomatic infected feel sick if they’re exposed to excessive stress. Their asymptomatic phase is shortened significantly by constant and/or high stress too.

“Blood” can and will infect you

Drinking “Blood” also furthers mutations, especially excessive drinking. Then again, since it’s a necessity, infected can either get mutated further, or die. “Blood” also works as a stimulant and additional vector of infection, since it’s adding infected matter to the body. That’s why uninfected or (especially) cured people have an instinctive repulsion to the thing, where their bodies and minds reject the “Blood” - rather violently.

Being infected by CC fucks up your body even after being cured

It was mentioned in Promptober chapter Autumn that Dismas could never return to eating certain foods even after being cured from CC in RRR, and it's canon for RRR proper.

Some tastes shift: for example, people can get addicted to or violently repulsed by smell/taste of blood in their food. Some lose abilities to digest foods that are heavier on the stomach. Others have issues with blood oxygen saturation due to CC messing their red blood cells.

It’s highly individual, and again, I’m not a doctor to write about it in-depth, but in my opinion, such a drastic change in biology, diet and contamination by some eldritch curse and otherworldly biological matter can never be truly gone. Symptoms of the infection can be erased – but the consequences remain with former infected forever in bigger or smaller capacity.

Hope it answers your question ^^ If not, feel free to ask more!

#my shoebox of letters #restructured refractured recalled #crimson curse #fan theory #the bloodied journal page || my writing

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