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Demons of Oda - Pre-Battle || Drabble

Hi everyone! This is a drabble for my rp partner and friend,

@the-silver-peahen-residence.

Not to get confused with the Sengoku! AU. Demons of Oda is a demonblood youth fraction in Nagoya, Japan.

Here are the actors:

My OC ( Taz Hellion and Kinie Ger )

Supporting Characters ( Miko Yotsuya and Yuria Niguredou from the anime/manga Mieruko-Chan )

Other OCs ( Demons of Oda - Hayato Itachi , Iku Takiyasha, Mundo Namazu )

Name Mentions and Canon Characters:

JJK Cast canon muses rped by Peahen-mun ( Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Ryomen Sukuna and Gojo Saturo )

---- Warning -----

Violence ( dismemberment, blood, cursing )

Incorrect Grammar.

Spelling errors and typos.

A VERY LONG drabble...

---- Summary -----

Taz is on a training mission to clear out some low grade 3 curses with Yuria and Miko. She and the girls are going to do this for training in the city before hitting the cafe for lunch. However, they came across a group that ended in a bloody fight. Would Taz and her friends get out of this? Read to find out.

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Taz is on a mission. Gojo-sensei told her this mission is a little different. It's mostly clearing out grade 4 curses mostly flyheads as a sign of training. Taz nods her head happily. She heard from Gojo that her friends; Yuji, Megumi, Nobara and Daichi are on a mission meantime. Taz nods, happy to take Miko and Yuria. After all, they were given their cursed tools to put it into good use.

So far, the training mission went smoothly as possible as Miko had her shikigami badger, Anaconda tackling them and eating them while Yuria practice her barrier techniques to trap them. So far, they're doing good. And now they're taking a short break.

"Wow. That was something." Yuria lets out a whew while Miko sips on her iced tea. Taz nods, "Yep! It's good to practice in the field once in the while. But those grades are...just training. Not the real thing." Taz informs them. Taking a page of Megumi's notebook, she has to be blunt and truthful about it. Megumi is nice but is serious about jujtusu sorcery.

"Yes. We had that full experience of that." Miko said. She remembers when 'God of the Mountain' sent cursed spirits after her family in order to get her soul. She can't ignore ever again. She needs to become strong for herself and her family.

"Yeah. Daichi did said that jujutsu sorcerer is serious business. She managed to understand the basics while raising her cursed energy. Daichi and everyone at the school really help.

"Still...I can't get used to Maki's training regiment. It's so brutal." Yuria sighed.

"But it was good." Miko smiled. Taz laughs, "Maki's training is good. She gives me pointers along with my big brother, Yuji."

"I gotta ask, Taz. Um...if it's alright to ask." Yuria begins.

"Sure what is it?"

"Why do you call Yuji, big brother?" Yuria asked curiously. Taz blink and thinks, "Because he reminds me of my older brother, that's why!" She smiled.

"Oh." Yuria wonders if Taz can ask.

"I haven't seen him in awhile. So Itadori reminds me of him when he left on a journey." Said Taz.

"Left?" Miko thought. Yuria nods. "Got it. That makes sense. Is it because of his personality?"

"Uh-huh, that's right. And also his smile reminds me of him!" Said Taz. Miko and Kisho understood. Miko smiles, "I think I get it. If I see someone who reminds me of my little brother. I would call him my little brother as well." Miko smiled.

"You know...Itadori and Megumi are super strong! I would call them big brothers too!" Yuria said which got everyone laughing.

"Hey you three!"

Taz's nose picks up a scent. She turns around to see a group of teen boys coming over. Yuria and Miko were tense as they see a handful of boys wearing bottom oni face masks. What the? Are they in a gang, they clutch their bags tightly to their waist. In the front of this gang, there stands a brown-orange haired teenage boy with a cocky grin looks at them. His hair is tied in a ponytail. He had that look that screams 'troublemaker' and 'bully'. If Sukuna is here, he would describe this person as a 'punk.' He has a snake bite pericing on the bottom lobe of his left ear.

"Sorry to bother you three, but me and my boys are going to arcade and I was wondering if you three want to come."

"Um..." Yuria hestiated.

"No worries! It's fine. It's just a friendly hangout." Said the man.

"Sorry. We don't have time..." Yuria speaks.

"Don't have time?" The guy can't believe what he's hearing. "Like been out like this? You guys skip school or something."

"Well...um..."

"We have permission from our teacher." Said Taz. The other looks over to Taz. He raised a brow at Taz and sees the three marks. "Are you..some kind of gyaru or something." Then he takes a whiff of her and her friends.

"Oh." The male blinks.

"Anyway...we have to be on our way." Taz said. But before they leave, one of the group blocks their way.

"Come on. We don't bite." He said, showing his sharp teeth.

"We're sorry. We're not interested. We have to go." Taz said firmly and clear as possible. Then the other got in her space, making her put her guard up.

"Come on. I know that you know..."

'Pup. This one is a not human.' Kinie growls in her mind.

'I know, Kinie.' Taz answered.

'That we are both aren't like the ones around us." The one grinned. Taz had that look. "And that's why..."

"Taz....let's go." Miko tugged on her arm. Right now, Miko and Yuria said.

"Whose your fraction?" Asked.

"I can't tell you. Excuse us, we have to go." She said firmly and clearly. doesn't want to bring trouble to anyone. The last thing she wanted was a fight. Especially with another fellow demonblood youth. The DBT didn't come across any other fraction like the ones in America. Until now. Taz came across this group.

It almost reminds her of the Lupins group. Except, they stay on their turf. She had never seen this group before in Tokyo. Where did they come from?

The redhead male laughed, "Ha! Seriously? You know, we're going to take over this territory soon so tell your fraction that they can get the hell out or serve us!"

Taz narrows her eyes. Then one of the men goes to grab Miko's wrist to which Yuria slaps the one across the face. "Don't touch us!"

This is bad!

"Wow. I like it when they're feisty." Said the leader as everyone laughed. Kinie seeing this through Taz's eyes is getting ticked off by these pests. Taz's lip became thin and then she quickly tripped the ones blocking the way and took each wrist of Miko and Yuria, dragging them away from the group.

"RUN!" Taz yelled. Miko and Yuria didn't need to be told twice as they are now running. Thanks to the training, they got from Maki. They managed to catch up with Taz. Taz makes sure not to leave them behind.

However after a few turns and one block...

The redhead is in their path. "I forgot to introduce myself. The name is Hayato Itachi." He laughed Taz became tense as she had the two girls behind her.

"Taz..." Miko begins. When Hayato approached, Taz was quick, she sliced Hayato's open palm, and blood spilled out. "I'm serious. Leave us alone."

To which Hayato grins, "Heh. Alright, but how about we play a game. A game of tag? If I win, you get to spend time with me and my boys and if you win, I leave you alone. How is that sound?"

'This annoying-'

"Fine. I will accept. However, you will be the one chasing me as I am the quickest of my group to make this fair." Taz said. Right now, she needs to stay calm. Megumi always tells her to stay calm if things get dangerous so she needs to play it cool and smart.

"Alright then. You and me! Then the boys get the girls. It's only fair, right?" Hayato grins as Hayato's crew catches up.

"Taz!"

Taz looks to Yuria and Miko who are now worried. Learning from Yuji, she makes sure to give her best smile to tell them it's okay. "It's okay. Make sure to run as fast as you can, okay! You can do this. Don't worry! I will make it back." She smiles.

Miko sees this and tightens her fist, she nods, "Right."

"Okay, guys!" Hayato tells them. "We're playing a game of tag. Right now, this gyaru here and I are going to be doing it. You just need to catch these two." He points to Miko and Yuria.

The boys nodded to their leader.

"Good! Don't let me down!" Hayato smiled. Then Taz and Hayato disappeared in a blink of an eye. Miko and Yuria took the signal to start running. The chase has begun.

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"Wow! You're quick!" Hayato laughed as he kept on chasing Taz. Hayato looks to be gliding as if he is riding the wind. Taz makes sure to go faster and faster. Every time, Taz turns a sharp corner. He managed to catch up. She needs to do something about it. Noabra tells her if things get tough, you gotta trick them!

"Hey!"

"Huh?" Hayato blinked.

"I'm going to kick your ass!" Taz proclaimed. Hayato raised a brow, "Haha?! What the hell you say? What makes you think you can beat me? Because of that stupid knife?" He asked but as he raised his palm and looked at it. His palm is yet to be healed. He narrows his eyes. Huh?

'That's why." Taz points. This got Hayato to sneer a bit. "Really? Then let's play!"

And thus, the game of tag became a battle. Soon, several slashes have appeared on streets, sidewalks, and houses. Taz is still running away, entering a construction site.

"Huh?! What's wrong?! Didn't you say you're going to kick my ass?! What's with all that talk, you little brat!" Hayato said as he cut through the building. Taz is still running.

Hayato keeps swinging his sickle but keeps on missing the girl. She is jumping everywhere, using the poles, walls, and trees as launchpads. She enters a building this time, an abandoned one. Hayato chuckles but he gets whiplash as he gets sucker punched in the face. He bounced across the floor and crashed. He was taken by surprise then he looked to see some kind of shadow creature.

Then he got kicked in the face, sending him against the wall. What the? Another shadow creature. He looks to Taz who holds her knife up while having one hand free. Her amber eyes glow golden under the dark.

"Are these things yours?" Hayato questioned.

'For now, I will lend you some of my power. Make sure to beat this pest whatever you can, pup." Said Kinie telepathically.

'Right!'

Hayato growls as he lunges at Taz but the shadowy beastmen pin the demon down with their sticks. What the hell are those? Hayato thought. It hurts like they stabbed him as he got pinned down. Are they carrying spears? What kind of power does this girl have?!

"Are you ready to give up." Taz said with eyes glowed. Hayato growls now and then he lets out a fierce roar, blowing Taz away. The power sent her flying but one of the kinfolk catches her and puts her back on her feet.

"Thank you." Taz said before seeing a kinfolk thrown at her direction. She ducks as the two kinfolk collide with each other.

"Little brat! You think I will give up after doing this to me?! You gotta be fucking kidding me!" Hayato laughs as he goes after Taz by swinging his sickle. She quickly dodges the teenager. It's speed against speed. The problem is that Hayato has more strength than she does and his weapon has more range than her knife. So she needs to make things even. Maki did say that to make things fair, you have to be unfair to win. There is no such thing as a fair fight, only an honorable one if you want to level the playing field.

Her kinfolk recover as they are now ganging up on Hayato. Hayato goes to slash them, some of them take the hit but it goes past them. What the fuck? Then a shadowy fist hits him on the side of his face. "What the hell did it pass through?! What are these, ghosts or some shit?" Then Hayato got punched in the face by both before he got slashed by Taz on the chest.

'Not true. It did hurt my kinfolk but they can easily heal quickly.' Kinie chuckled, seeing Hayato struggling as he is getting beat up by the kinfolk. Serve that dumb fool, right!

Hayato coughs as he staggers. His ponytail is now loose. His orange-brown hair is now loose. What the fuck?!

He thought this girl was weak because she was running around. Did...she lead him here?! Then those shadows of hers are pummeling him while she keeps swinging her knife around. I got hit and cut. This is so annoying!

"Time to get serious," Hayato said, grinning demonically now.

'Huh?' Something has changed. Something is happening.

'Pup. Get ready. He's about to do something.' Kinie speaks.

Taz sees Hayato transform. He grew an orange-brown coat on the top and beige under with dark markings on his face. He grew in size as his neck became long. He doesn't look like a wolf as his ears are short and has whiskers with a long tail. He looks like...

'A rodent. A squirrel?' KInie growled.

Ferret. Taz thought. But the correct one is weasel.

Regardless, Hayato isn't cute in that form as he looks pretty demonic. He has red eyes, sharp teeth as he has overbite with two fangs, and curved claws that look like sickles.

"Little shit!' Hayato laughed, now tossing the sickle behind him. "Bet you don't have a form like that! That's what you get for protecting some weak humans!"

Taz grips the knife tightly as she frowns. As long as they're in the clear and with people getting caught in the crossfire. It's fine. As long as Miko and Yuria are out of here and are safe, it's fine!

"I call this werebeast from; the Kamaitachi!" Hayato swipes his claws at the air towards the side and right away, a powerful gust of wind and several trees are cut down. "See that?! Even your shadow dolls won't get near me. So what are you going to do about it?!" The weasel laughed.

Taz didn't falter. She is nervous but she didn't do all this training for nothing! Also...this place isn't safe. If his claws can do that, she needs to run again.

'Let's show him what we're capable of." Kinie growled as two more kinfolk appeared. "Whatever I can do to beat you." Taz answered making Hayato sneer.

"Alright then!"

Then Hayato lunges at her. Taz quickly dodges. Hayato swipes his claws at her but one of her kinfolk pull her out of the way as the wind slashes missed her.

The battle is still ongoing.

---- Meanwhile ----

"Miko."

"Y-yes?"

The two girls, Miko and Yuria are now hiding behind a vending machine as they can hear the sounds of the men trying their best to look for them but they haven't yet.

"Can you go to Jujutsu High by yourself?" Yuria asked seriously. Miko widen her eyes, "What?"

"You're the one with the best chance in escaping and getting to the school, letting our classmates know what's going on." Yuria said. Miko blinked. "B-but..."

"With your shikigami, you can have him ride you back to town. I will just slow you down. That way, we can split up since those guys are just easy to run away from. I will buy you some time, okay? We just need to split up." Said Miko.

Miko grips her skirt as her badger comforts her. "Alright, let's do it. Knowing Taz, she will be okay! If we spilt up, I can get help while you distract those guys."

Yuria grins, "That's right! Together, we can do this-"

"So you're the ones that Hayato wants?"

A voice is heard. They look up to see a teenage boy with white hair with a goth look. They both froze seeing the other. Miko breathes. His cursed energy....

"Tch. Guess I have to stop him from doing something stupid, again. Look, let's talk this out and-" Yuria swing her staff, hitting the man on the top of his head. He staggered and Yuria screamed, "Miko! RUN!"

And so Miko did.

This leaves Yuria to deal with this guy. The goth teen hisses, rubbing his head. "Tch."

"Listen here you jerk! I won't let you get any of us, you heard?!" Yuria yelled. The goth looks bored by this. "That right? Sorry about this but it's going to get scary." The goth snaps his fingers and right away, a figure overshadows Yuria whose eyes widen in terror.

----- Taz and Hayato ------

Taz is moving across the property, creating distance between her and Hayato in his demon form. Hayato kept on slashing, huge gashes appeared on the walls and a few columns were cut. Taz's uniform has tears and some blood spilled. She is bleeding from her shoulder. A cut across the leggings. Hayato laughs as he gets one of her kinfolk in its grip. He crushes its head, killing it. Taz has one kinfolk remaining. She needs a plan. A good one.

Then an idea hits her. Maybe she can use that. Yes. That can work, right. She has been training this one for a while. So it's time to put this to the test.

"Smash," Taz commanded her kinfolk to smash into a wall. She enters a hole as smoke fills the floor. Hayato snorts.

Inside the hole is a dark room. Hayato steps into that room.

"What? You think...you can lose me in the dark. Weasels like me can see in the dark, gyaru." And then there she is. She is kneeling while having her knife ready. Hayato laughs as he keeps going. Then he raises his claw but then...he steps on something on his feet. Huh? He looks to see several pieces of paper with some incantations.

Daichi. No Kisho...

---- Flashback ------

"Kisho. Can I borrow your papers for the barrier training?"

"Hm? What for?" Kisho said, blinking. Eito on his shoulder chirps. Both are curious about the request.

"Well...I heard from Maki that she has been using them as traps. Not the paper but the cursed charms."

"Huh? That's what she has been using for?" Kisho is surprised by this.

"Yep! She said it's very useful when slowing down curses!" Taz smiled. Hearing this, Kisho is flushed, "Is that so?" Kisho looks to the side as his cheeks are flushed pink, "I'm glad that the remains of the cursed charms are put to good use." Kisho said. Eito chirps happily while Taz giggles.

"That's why I want to use them."

"If you say so, why not! I hope my work can help you a lot!" Kisho smiled, patting her on the shoulder.

"Thank you very much." Taz smiles.

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Not only that. She quickly puts the knife on her hoslter and makes a sign with her hands. She presses her wrists together with her hands open but opposite from each other. Both hands look be open mouths with her digits bent slightly almost like teeth.

Megumi....

----- Flashback -----

"Hand signs?"

"Yes, with mine. I have to create shadow puppets using my hands to summon my shikigami." Said Megumi. "But I'm not the only one, there's one from Kyoto sister school who has to clap his hands to switch places with another. Gojo has to use his finger to summon one of his techniques. Same thing with Nobara, she has to snap her fingers to activate Hairpin."

"Ooh..." Taz said. "I think I want to do something like that." Taz smiles while watching Yuria and Miko continue their barrier technique training. They're getting better.

"I think you will, Taz. Knowing you, you just found a way right?"

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"Right. I did, Fushiguro." Taz thought. That I did.

"Trap." Taz said then a glow was seen Hayato became confused as the yellow glow blinded him. "What the hell?" He raised his arms to cover his eyes. The moment he steps on the paper, he activates a booby trap.

What Taz made is....

---- Flashback ----

"Taz. Are you making a barrier?" Nobara asked. Taz blinks, "Yeah. I'm doing something different. But I was thinking of a barrier that traps curses in place since they can be pretty fast. So I want to help as much as I can."

"Well....I see you're doing hand signs. Are you trying to make a beartrap?"

"Huh?"

"That's what your hand signs remind me of." Nobara said with a smile.

"Really?" Taz blinked. She never thought of it.

"Yep! But if you ask me, I can teach you how to activate it. You just need a catchy word followed by closing your hands together." Noabra grinned. "For now, let's take a break. I found this great clothing. Look at the clothes they have." Nobara shows the outfits that they're selling on her phone.

"Oh!" Taz said, looking interested with a smile.

"Yep. I got these cool snapshots of these outfits." Nobara said. Then Taz pauses. Nobara blinked, "Taz. You okay."

"I think I got it. I think I got the perfect word!" Taz smiled.

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"Snapshot!" She clasped her fingers together and the beartrap snaps shut, trapping Hayato. The painful jaws that put Hayato in place makes the demon gasp. He is trying to push the jaws away but it's hard. He can't get out of it. He growls.

"You little...shit!!" His red eyes glow with fury. Then another glow is seen. This is the first step, the second step is an explosion.

"BOOM!"

An explosion came about and smoke fills the area. Hayato is now staggered as he is in smoke. His world became spinning as his fur was burnt and he coughed up smoke, receiving a lot of damage. Now for the third part.

Hayato widens his eyes at the kinfolk now staring him down as it raises its fist. "Huh?!" He sweatdropped.

---- Flashback -----

"Wow...big brother Yuji is so strong," Taz said, watching him spar with Panada. Both are heavy hitters if her friends watch them fight. Remembering his moves and all. Seeing him is so awesome especially when he fights. She hopes to be as strong as him someday.

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"Kinfolk. Itadori Barrage!"

And that's what kinfolk did as commanded. A fury of punches came at Hayato's way. The demon felt all of them. Each hurt worse than the last. A knuckle at the throat, one in the gut, one across the face, at the temple, at the ribs, and everything.

Hayato is now on the ropes. His back hits the wall as he is getting a relentless beatdown. All his senses are ringing. He can taste the blood and bile in his mouth. The kinfolk didn't let up until Hayato is down. Hayato tries to counter but kinfolk wraps a arm around Hayato's wrist where his claws won't touch. It punches the weasel at the cheek. A tooth came out of Hayato's mouth.

And now take a page out of Sukuna's playbook. The kinfolk let go of Hayato.The kinfolk slashes the weasel demon across the chest and then brings two fists together, slamming him down against the ground. Hayato coughs as he connects with the ground harshly. He twitches.

Taz panted as the kinfolk came back to her side. She did. The plan worked. She did it. She brought Hayato down.

'Not bad.' Kinie commented in her head. She is impressed at how the pup managed to bring down someone twice her size. Then a growl is heard.

"But it's not over yet.' Kinie warned her. Hayato is getting back. He is wounded. There was damage on his back and shoulders. A slash across the chest and some internal injuries that are going to take time to heal.

"You! Goddamnit! There's no way I would be taken down like this!" Hayato growls now. He is now moving slowly. He never got beaten like this! What the hell! She does belong to a fraction. Whatever it is. He won't let this last.

"HAhahahaha! You really got me there but I won't be beaten by a trick like that!"

'Pup. Get ready!' Kinie tells Taz. However, the demons did not move. She can barely move. She tries to jump but she is stuck and so is her kinfolk.

"What the hell?!" Hayato growled as he is in the same boat as her. What's trapping them?! She sees what's trapping her feet. Mud?!

Then a sheer force slams Taz against the ground hard. She coughs as she can taste the mud in her mouth. She then sees the kinfolk smashed as well by another skeletal hand.

"Damn it, Iku! Who told you to get in my way?!" Hayato shouted.

"Seriously." Said the teen Iku. The teen named Iku wears a choker, spiked bracelets, and a piercing. He has a gothic style to it.

"We're trying to stop the fight!" Said another teen.

"Who asked you, Moudo?!" Hayato barked at a timid boy with squinted eyes whose hair is slick with two long twirled strands over his forehead. He wears a button-sleeved shirt where underneath is a tee with a fish on it. He is hiding behind Iku.

Taz sees this and she sees what's holding her down. A large skeleton pins her down with its hand. Is that person controlling it? The skeleton is big and only it's upper half appears.

"You probably be dead if I didn't butt in, Dumbass." Iku answered.

"Who the hell are you calling a dumbass!" Hayato yelled.

"You are! You're going around picking a fight with some demon having no idea which fraction she belongs to." Iku glares.

'Ha! Seriously, Iku?" Hayato scoffs. "That demon brat over there is with humans! I highly doubt she has a fraction. If she did, they could of shown up by now!"

"You know we have humans in our ranks?" Iku said, making a face. "Besides I hear from the guys that you're starting shit again by picking up some girls. Then you caught a whiff of her and she was kicking your ass." Iku explained. Hayato glowers.

"Screw you both! I don't give a shit!" Hayato said. "Anyway! Let me finish this fight because I know I didn't get my ass kick!" He growled through his fangs as his whiskers twitched.

"Tarohito wants to talk to you." Said Iku which shut Hayato up. "That's what I heard from him." He tells him. Hayato grits his teeth in his were form. Iku stands his ground, "And you know Tarohito isn't the kind of guy that waits around when you're messing around."

"Goddamnit! Fine! But I need to-"

"What if that girl belongs to Shinseina Hogo?" Iku tells him which makes Hayato grumble and Moudo whimpers, hearing the name. "If she belongs to them, I doubt Fuji-Hime would love to hear that one of their own got harassed and hurt."

Then Taz starts to struggle to which Iku looks over to her, "Forget it. If you try to move, I won't guarantee your friend here." Iku has Yuria by the arm.

"Y-yuria..." Taz said. Yuria apologizes, "I'm sorry! We spilt up. B-but...Miko...she got away! I help by distracting them!" Yuria said.

No, that's good to hear. As long as Miko got back, that's fine. Iku narrows his eyes at this, "Just do what we said and no one gets hurt. I make sure she gets home safe." Iku said. Taz growls. She was there. So close to beating Hayato but with Yuria here, she has no choice. She can't let Yuria get hurt!

And so, Taz relaxes.

'Pup! What are you doing? Let's summon a kinfolk-"

'I can't let Yuria get hurt! I don't know what they're capable of. I can't underestimate them.' Taz tells Kinie in her mind. At the same time, Taz tells him. "I will stand down. Please don't hurt her."

"Good." Iku looks to Yuria now. "Don't worry, we won't kill her. We just need to get her away from us." And how? Iku snaps his fingers and the skeleton lifts Taz off the muddy ground. Then suddenly, the skeleton threw her across the town making Yuria scream as she struggles to get out of Iku's hold. But his grip is like iron.

"WHAT THE HELL?! TAZ!" Yuria screams, "LET ME GO!" She hits Iku on the arm. Iku sighs, "Relax. Since she's a demon, she'll live." Iku shrugged, now dragging her away with Hayato following behind him, grumbling, rubbing his arms.

----

Taz's world was spinning before she landed hard on the ground. She heard a crack from her back and she was in the ground. Her eyes were half-lidded as she was sprawled against the ground.

"Ugh...I got to get back.'

'Pup! Don't worry! I will get you back!' Kinie yelled. A kinfolk is conjured and takes Taz in her arms. It runs through the forest, trying to make its way to the campus. Soon, Miko arrives at the campus and sees Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, and Kisho, gasping as she got off her shikigami badger with tears in her eyes, telling them the situation.

#ic #thesilverpeahenresidence #tasmaniandevil #thesilverpeahenresidence ( the cursed one yet kind soul yuji itadori )#thesilverpeahenresidence ( the witch with the hammer and nails nobara kugisaki )#thesilverpeahenresidence ( the sorcerer of ten shadows megumi fushigoro )#daichi pheon x the chūnibyō sorcerer

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emmies-archives · 3 years

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Heads and Tails

Genre: Fluff, Angst, College AU

Warnings: Aged up, smut, drinking, blowjobs, good old fashion drunk hookup, self degrading at one point, ahhh non descriptive smut....

Wordcount: 6.8k (my bad)

Summary: You slowly become best friends with Noya. One night you get drunk with him and Tanaka and it leads to drunk confessions. You two start dating afterward, you try to surprise him one day by at practice but his old feelings for Kiyoko bring out your insecurities when you see him talking to her.

A/N: This took wayyy to long to write, and it’s a lot longer than I expected. First piece for Haikyuu and I was drinking wine while writing most of it so please forgive typos. The ending is ehh because I just wanted to get it finished.

Inspired by a rp with @astrid-thirsts (....... Its not as much angst as I said)

You couldn’t remember the last time you were excited for a volleyball game. They weren’t something new you went to. You had always watched Karasuno’s boys team play, ever since you were little. Fond memories filled your thoughts whenever you thought about going to the matches. For a while though, there was something missing. The excited cheers from fans started to dwindle and you found less and less seats being filled. There were no longer group hugs when the team won. Replaced with hung heads and silent tears. But you kept going. Even as the boy’s losses stacked against them so high it cast a shadow big enough to drown them. Things started to change this year.

Rumors floated around the school pretty quickly. Apparently, there were knew recruits on the team and they had pretty good potential. It piqued your interest. If there was a chance that the team could start building back the foundation it once had, you wanted to be there to see it.

You decided to take the long way back to your dorm one day. It gave you a chance to walk by the gym where volleyball practice was held. You walked for a while, a tinge of excitement pooling in your stomach at the thought of maybe getting to see the team up close. For years you had watched them from high up in the bleachers. The only constant as the members came and went.

As the gym came into view, you slowed your pace. A part of you wanted to peek through the doors. With a sudden burst of courage, you went up to the doors. The few steps seemed like forever. Reaching a hand out to push one side open, your heart jumped when it slide open right when you touched it. The first thing you saw was a pair of bright brown eyes. The boy tilted his head a bit and you noticed a towel wrapped around his neck.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?”

That was one of the first times you had actually spoken to him, you weren’t even sure if he had known your name before. You weren’t a stranger to Nishinoya. He was in a few of your classes; you had just never really talked to him all that much. You didn’t know if it was the fact he was on the volleyball team, or that you had a huge crush on him but, it even thinking of talking to him made you nervous. I wasn’t like you didn’t want to talk to him, he was just overwhelming. Constantly full of energy, lighting up whatever room he walked into. The idea of just walking up to him and striking a conversation was intimidating. So, when one day you got paired together for a project you didn’t know if you were excited or scared.

It was easy to talk to him. A lot easier than you expected. Something about him always drew you in, even if he was going on and on about the volleyball team for the fifteenth time in the hour. The playful energy that exuded from him held a welcoming arm out to you. Like it was offering everything you’d ever wanted, even if he didn’t realize it. But you took it. Grabbed its hand and ran.

Its grasp eventually led to more nights spent with him, even after the work necessary for the project was finished. It sort of became the new norm for you. After his evening practice, you would either go to his dorm or he’d come to yours. The conversations came easier, shifting from class and volleyball to shared hobbies. You learned more about him than you ever thought you would. Every time you left his dorm, your head swarmed with the memories of the night. The entire walk home felt like you were floating, and you kind of felt ridiculous for it. The way your heartbeat sped up when he was close, or how your eyes lingered on him when he wasn’t looking shouldn’t happen. Especially because you weren’t sure if you’d ever get the courage to tell him your feelings. Little did you know, Nishinoya felt the same way.

He started to rush through the end of practice just so he could see you after. Just spending time with you was the best part of his day. He didn’t realize what his feelings were, just that he was happy when he was with you. It wasn’t until he brought you up to Tanaka at practice for the fifth day in a row did he slowly start to think different about you. Tanaka didn’t help either, teasing him about if that’s the reason he left practice early. If you knew about that, Nishinoya was sure you’d chew him out.

Your love for volleyball was only one of the things that drew him in. It was the way you always found the good in something, even if it felt like the world was ending at the time. One time he came texted you about a test in one of his classes, his grade ended up being a lot lower than expected and he was a little annoyed. You just offered to help him study for the next one, wanting to make him feel better. To him it felt like the entire weight was lifted off his shoulders just with that one response. There were other things too, of course. You were incredibly beautiful, catching his eye before you even became friends.

Months went by and the two of you fell in routine. He would meet you halfway between his dorm and yours before classes, walking you to yours which barely left him any time to make it to his. You told him you were fine when he mentioned it to you on accident one morning, but each day he stood under the same lamppost waiting for you. Slowly, without meaning to, you fell in love with him. But it didn’t feel like falling. It was more like stepping into a warm embrace.

“Yuu?” Your voice was quiet as you called his name for the second time in the past few minutes. Slightly amused you nudged him with your foot under the table, trying to get his attention. “Nishinoya?!”

“Oh, sorry!” He set his phone on the table, a goofy grin on his face when he looked up at you. “Did you need something?”

“I was helping you with your Algebra homework. Don’t tell me you forgot.”

“You’re going to be pretty disappointed then, because I haven’t done a problem in at least a half hour.” You couldn’t even be mad at him; all you could do was shake your head. He promised he’d work on his homework for the next hour. He lasted maybe ten minutes before groaning and pushing the paper away from him. “This is too boring. It’s a Friday, we should go out and have some fun!”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Wanna get drunk?”

Three hours later, after an embarrassing little bit of Nishinoya watching you get ready as he laid on your bed, you ended up in Tanaka’s dorm room. Drink in hand you sat in his desk chair as Nishinoya and him sit on the ground in front of you.

This wasn’t what you thought when he mentioned getting drunk, but it was fun, nonetheless. You preferred this. Nishinoya was a popular guy so you figured he’d bring you to one of the clubs near campus, but this felt different. Maybe even special. Just you two and his best friend. Something about it was heartwarming. Until Tanaka brought up their manager again. It had been so many times the night already that you were tired of hearing about it.

“I’m telling you, y/n. It is better when she ignores me!” Tanaka yelled emphasizing his words by throwing his arm out, causing his drink to slosh over the edge of the cup.

“Really? I would’ve thought that being ignored would hurt.” You say, trying not to glance at Nishinoya when you do. Your feelings completely opposite your words.

“No, no it doesn’t. I don’t know how to explain it. Noya! You try for me; I can’t think straight.”

“Ahh, I don’t know man.” You didn’t notice the slight discomfort lining Nishinoya’s words or the way he looked to you as he responded. Already on your fifth drink of the night, you started to feel your head swim past tipsy. You caught his glance smiling into your cup as you drank more of whatever concoction he had made you.

“How’s your drink, y/n?” Nishinoya asked standing to make himself another one.

“Really good actually!” Your voice was louder than you anticipated, making you cringe slightly. “How are you so good at making drinks?”

“I learned my secret from those old Italian grandmas on youtube. I just don’t measure anything, letting my heart decide what to put in it.” All you could do was stare at him as he demonstrated. Tossing random things into his cup, trying not to make a disgusted face at the amount of alcohol you watched him pour.

“Did you… put that much into all my other drinks?” His toothy grin was enough of an answer and you stared into your cup. You hadn’t even tasted the liquor.

Several rounds and a few shots later, it was your turn again. You had brought up the idea to play truth or drink. It was a game you had always played with your girl friends back home, so you decided why not. The amount of alcohol in your system didn’t help either.

“So, y/n.” Tanaka started, you could already see the evil look in his eyes. “Out of everyone on the volleyball team, which one of use would you want to hook up with?”

The question should’ve startled you, it probably would’ve if you hadn’t had the boost of vodka running through your veins and the newfound courage that came with it. Your answer came with no hesitation, you even looked into his eyes as you said it.

“Noya.” Your eyes flicked from his wide eyes to the growing smile on his lips. Not at all aware to the blush that flooded his cheeks.

“Oh, dayum. I thought for sure you’d drink to that one.” Tanaka said but you didn’t really pay attention to his words. Your eyes focused on Nishinoya, feeling like if you ripped them from him. You’d never be able to look him in the eyes again.

“You’re turn, y/n.” Nishinoya’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper. Not able to tear his eyes away from yours.

Caught up in the moment, you direct your question towards him. “Yu-“

Your words are cut off as Tanaka lets out a loud groan, drawing your attention to him.

“Grossss, you guys can take that shit elsewhere. I’m gonna text Kiyoko again.”

That’s how you found yourself sitting on one of the campus’s benches, your side nearly pressed against Nishinoya.

“Y/n, you look so beautiful under the light from the lamppost.” In your drunken state, you found his normally constant flirting cute. Your cheeks burn lightly from the deep blush resting on them. The two of you sit in silence after that. Neither of your quite ready to go back to your dorms.

“You know, I never got to ask you my question.” You say as you lean your head against his shoulder.

“You’re right, I forgot.” His response was short, but you could hear the hopeful tone swimming in it. “You can ask me now if you still want to.”

“Yuu, will you kiss me?”

“I don’t think that would’ve worked as a question, y/n.” He answered.

“God, just shut up and kiss me.” You quipped back, moving to face him. He didn’t even respond. Cupping your cheek, you both leaned in, you were too impatient to wait for him. The kiss was soft and sweet, ending too soon. You wanted more.

Ten minutes later after dragging him to your dorm you pushed the door open. Thankful you didn’t share it with anyone as you pulled him into the room. You gently pushed him to sit on the bed, sitting on his lap arms wrapped around his neck loosely.

“I wasn’t kidding. He spoke. “You really do look amazing tonight.”

You hummed in response, not trusting your voice. Staring into his warm brown eyes, the fairy lights that light up your room danced in the reflection of them.

“You’re so handsome, Yuu.” Your voice is quiet and uneven as you talk. “You always are, I know I’ve never told you that before.”

“You’re drunk, y/n.” His voice matched yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“It’s your fault, dummy.” You shook your head, laughing at the amount of alcohol he probably put into your drinks, not realizing how fast you would drink them. “I meant what I said you know.”

“Really? I thought that was just for the game, you wouldn’t prefer someone else?” You could see the hope swirling in his eyes.

“Absolutely not. I don’t like anyone else.” You answered while your hands gingerly played with the ends of his hair.

“You like me?” His eyes widened at your statement and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“You didn’t realize?” You asked and he shook his head as his answer. “I thought I made it a little obvious, but yes I do.”

Your voice was nearly a whisper as you leaned in close to him. Breath ghosting over his lips, you could feel him shiver a bit and it put a smile on your face. He didn’t have to respond with words to make you know he felt the same way. Your lips connected again, this time different than before. Rough and passionate. Like he was pouring everything he was holding in into your lips. You did the same, every pent-up emotion you felt for him, every lingering gaze you spent trying to make yourself confess, every single thing.

The kiss became rougher, teeth clashing and noses bumping as you pulled closer to him. Unknowingly grinding your hips down into him at the way his tongue slipped into your mouth. A soft whimper slipping from your lips.

“Yuu..” You breathed out when he pulled away, panting himself.

“Fuck, y/n. Your lips are so soft.” He leaned in again, pulling you into another kiss. You could taste the lingering vodka on his tongue as it danced with yours. Both of you fighting for dominance. He groaned as you pushed your fingers into his hair, tugging gently at it. He jerked his hips up and you could feel him against your core. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. You’re just….”

“No, it’s okay.” You said, smiling as you slipped off his lap. Hands sliding down his torso, stopping at his waistband. The tent in his pants already obvious. You looked back up to him, waiting for him to give you some sort of confirmation you could keep going.

He grabbed your hands gently, leaning in to press another short kiss against your lips. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to. Just, let me take care of you.” Confidence flooded your voice in your drunken stupor. He could only nod at your words and you moved your hands lower, palming his hardness through his pants. Enjoying the quiet groans that fall from his lips at the sudden friction. You tug on his waistband and he shifts his hips up, helping you pull his pants down. You move up pressing your lips against his again as you slip your hand into his boxers. Feeling him hiss lightly against your lips at your hand against him.

“Ah, shit-“ You could barely hear his groans as you focused wrapping your hand around his cock, loosely stroking it.

“You’re already so hard, Yuu. Did my answer affect you that much?” He bit his lip nodding again at your words as you worked your hand. A smile tugged at your lips.

You moved down further, placing soft kisses against his abs. Feeling him shudder as you trailed down, stopping at his boxers before pulling them down all the way. His member springing free, slapping against his stomach

“You’re so pretty.” You ran your tongue up the underside of his cock lightly, admiring the way it twitched lightly in your hold before swirling your tongue around the tip as you pumped the rest of his length. Hearing his quiet groans pushed you forward, and you looked up to him, meeting his gaze and you slowly brought more of him into your mouth. Watching as his head fell back through your blurry vision.

“I should be the one saying that, y/n.” He said, his voice unsteady.

You pulled back with a pop, smirking up at him. “Don’t hold back, let me hear you.”

You wait for him to respond before dipping your head back down, taking him into your mouth again. A loud moan fell from his lips as you did, and you had to press your hands into his thighs to keep him from bucking up into your mouth. Once he stilled himself, you started wrapping your fingers around what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. Swiping your tongue over the slit that leaked precum already.

You could feel his thighs twitching under you as you worked your mouth on him. Breathing through your nose and relaxing your throat you pushed your face down until your nose brush against his pelvis. The loud moan that ripped from his throat made you hum approvingly, and you moved your hand to play with his balls. When you pulled away just enough to breathe, he moved his hand to your jaw pulling you up to him.

“Want to cum with you.” Was the only thing he said before pushing up your shirt, helping you take it off. Biting his lip to concentrate on the clasp of your bra that for some reason he just couldn’t figure out. You grabbed his hands gently stopping him before unhooking it yourself throwing it across the room. His heated gaze fell to your chest as he wasted no time in touching you. Squeezing, sucking, nipping. Every time his tongue danced around your sensitive nipples he grew more confident at the soft breathy moans you let out.

He backed up onto the bed, pulling you with him before crawling over you catching your already swollen lips in another rough kiss. You couldn’t stop the whimper the fell from your lips when he ground down into your core. It put a cocky smile on his face, something you weren’t used too.

“Noya, please.”

“What do you want me to do, baby?” His voice was low, and his words were muffled as he kissed down your neck. It was becoming too much, you wanted him. Needed him.

“Fuck me! Pleas-“

You didn’t get to finish your sentence as he pushed your legs open. Swiping the tip up and down your folds a few times before slowly pushing in. Your mouth fell open at the sudden fullness. He didn’t stop until he was bottomed out inside you. You looked up at him once started moving his hips, trying to paint the look on his face into your memory. His eyes blown out in lust as he fucked into you, the way he gritted his teeth trying to quiet the loud moans. It was the last clear image before the night completely blurred.

The next morning you tried recalling the events that occurred, and it only came in slivers. Like an old movie with holes burnt into the film. The pieces that you could interpret left you with memories of giving yourself to Nishinoya, and him to you. Maybe it was a good thing you couldn’t remember clearly. The way your head ached would’ve only been amplified by the weight of what you did last night. You tried not to think it was a mistake, but it was hard not to. Everyone has a drunken hook up once in a while. You’ve had your share, so why would this one be so different?

It was only when Nishinoya shifted beside you were you pulled from your intruding thoughts. You felt your body tense as he slid his arm over your side and bury his face into your shoulder. He mumbled something incoherent. There was a small voice in your head hoping he was still asleep. But it was nothing compared to the way you felt your heart speed up at the simple action. You closed your eyes telling yourself it was to stop your head from hurting, but you really just wanted to stay in this moment as long as you can. The soft, quiet calm before the shit storm you felt was coming. But, he proved you wrong.

Whispering your name softly as if not to wake you. You found yourself unable to answer him. Waiting to see what would happen, what your reaction to this should be. No matter how badly you wanted to be happy that this happened, you would take whatever came. You didn’t expect him to hum softly and feel his soft lips against your bare shoulder as he gently kissed it. Tangling his legs with yours, you felt him gently rubbing your arm. You couldn’t handle it anymore. His sweetness was too much, and you needed to look at him. Shifting in his hold you turned to face him. A small smile pulled at his lips when you did.

“Morning, y/n.” His voice was a bit raspy, and you found your heart speeding up again at the sight of his tussled hair. The memory of tangling your hands in it flashing across your mind and you couldn’t help the blush. “You okay?”

“Mhm. You’re just really hot.” The words spilled from your lips before you could stop them, and you groaned a little. “Fuck, ignore that. I’m still asleep.”

Nishinoya “When did we fall asleep?” Your voice was quiet, trying to ignore the way his eyes were lighting up at your touch.

laughed at your plea and shook his head, which made you reach up to push the hair that fell in his eyes.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. Was it we fucked for the sec-“

“Yuu!” Your hand covered his mouth, eyes wide at the way he could casually say it. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to talk about it. Just that you didn’t know where to even start. There were so many things you wanted to talk or ask him about now that you were sober. You just weren’t sure if you had the courage anymore. You dropped your hand and shifted your gaze from him, a little nervous.

“Something wrong? Oh no. You regret last night. I’m so sorry, I knew I should’ve waited to make a move when we were sober. I-“ His face pulled into a panicked stare and he started rambling before you cut him off again.

“No, Yuu. I don’t regret it at all. Not one bit.” You sighed looking back to him, trying to reassure his worry. “You were… really good. I just didn’t know how to talk about it.”

“Oh thank god. I was scared I fucked up.” He relaxed a bit, slipping his hand into yours. It warmed your heart how sweet he was being. “I don’t want to ruin this… whatever this is.”

“Do you remember what I said last night?” You asked meekly, hoping he did so you wouldn’t have to repeat it.

“Which part? You said a lot, most of it sounded like my name actually now that I think.” He laughed when you shoved his arm a little, glaring at him. “I know what you said. About liking me, and I feel the same way for you.”

“Then, what is this?” Your heart was pounding in your chest as you asked, and you hoped he couldn’t hear it. The next part you forced out, not wanting to hear the answer. Fearing it would be something that would hurt. “Is this just a one time thing?”

Nishinoya stared at your for a few seconds, completely silent. It felt like forever and the nervousness that pooled in your stomach started creeping up your body. The worst responses flashed through your head.

“No, I don’t want this to be a one time thing. Or anything casual either.” His voice was steady, and serious. You could tell he meant everything he said. “Do you want to go out with me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Nishi. I want to go out with you.”

“Fuck yeah! Does this mean I can take you out on a date? I’ve been wanting to for a really long time just never thought I could.” He rambled a little and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“A date sounds perfect. If its anywhere other than our dorms, we spend too much time in them.”

“Yes!! I’ve been wanting to for so long, I just never thought you liked me back!” His arm slid around your side again and your felt the urge to bury your face into his chest. He squeezed you tighter when you did. “Can I tell Tanaka? I feel like we owe this to him!”

“Sure. But don’t mention what we did?”

“I cant promise you that.”

You two spent most of the morning and afternoon laying in your bed. There was something about him that made you let your guard down. You could talk to him for hours about random stuff and never get bored. It was a lot nicer in his arms too. You always imagined the way it would feel to be wrapped in his arms. Even when you thought you’d never tell him how you felt. It was nice to imagine though, but it was nothing compared to now.

His usual rough wildness on the court was replaced with a softness you didn’t know his arms had. They were always covered in scratches and bruises from practice. You found yourself tracing the dark marks on his biceps, admiring the contrast against his skin. He had a story for each one. Telling it to you as your finger ran over it, and you could picture each one. You’ve seen him on the court before, he was a fury to reckon with but you didn’t realize how aware he was.

The lazy cuddling only ended when both of your stomachs growled for the third time in thirty minutes. He reached over to your nightstand for his phone, asking if you wanted him to order food in. You were thankful for that, the headache from the lingering hangover still pulsated at the back of your neck.

When the food came, you put on a movie and the two of you ate in silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence. You knew there were things you could talk about if you really wanted to, but you found no need to. There was something about just sitting with Nishinoya that made a sort of warm feeling hold in your chest. It was relaxing, and almost familiar.

The next two weeks flew by. Your old routine with Nishinoya quickly turning into a new one. Instead of him asking you to study as an excuse to see you, he was already at your dorm when you got back from your last class. Each time you entered your dorm and found him sitting on your bed waiting for you made your heart soar.

What you felt for him before anything happened only amplified now. Lingering gazes turned into lustful ones, soft brushes became loving embraces. It was amazing. Everything you had dreamed of and more. It wasn’t until you came by one of his practices early to surprise him did the doubt slip into your thoughts.

You pushed open the gym door entering quietly, not wanting to interrupt anything. Your eyes scanned the gym looking for him and once you did, your excitement dropped a little. Him and Tanaka were standing next to their manager, the one Tanaka always went on and on about. It looked completely innocent, they were just talking. But you didn’t miss the way Nishinoya laughed or the bright look on his face as she said something.

You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you didn’t even have to. He looked so excited, the way his face was flushed as he swayed on his feet. It was a simple action, they were only talking so why did it have to feel like this?

He had told you about his crush on her before, but explained it was long gone. That it had been nothing but a simple unrequited crush. But it stung seeing him so happy talking to her. Confliction twisted in your stomach. You didn’t want to be the type of girlfriend to get jealous over other girls, but this somehow felt different.

You went up to the first person next to you and quietly asked them to give the bento box in your hands to Nishinoya. It was their captain. You were a little familiar with him from watching all of their games, you just never talked to him before.

“Don’t tell him I came in. Just if you could say I dropped it off?” Your voice was unsteady and you could feel your hands shaking a little.

“Sure thing. Are you, y/n?” You could only nod as your eyes flicked back to Nishinoya still standing by their manager. “So you’re Noya’s girlfriend! I was wondering when we were going to meet you. I was beginning to think you didn’t exist, but he talks about you so much.”

“Yeah, I am. I didn’t realize he talked about me that much. I’m surprised you’re not sick of it.” You laughed nervously a little, trying not to look at them.

“No, he means no harm. He obviously really cares about you, I’m glad he has someone like you. From what I’ve heard, you seem like an amazing person.”

That hurt. You don’t know why it did, but it pulled at your chest heavily. You tried so badly to fight against the way seeing him over there picked at your brain but it didn’t work. Tanaka’s signature laugh echoed in the gym and your eyes moved to them again. Their manager was gone now, but you saw the way Nishinoya looked after her.

You could feel tears start welling in your eyes and you quickly excused yourself. Moving back toward the doors hoping to whatever gods were out there that Nishinoya didn’t see you leave. But, he did. Just as you slipped out of the door he saw you. You caught his gaze when you looked back one last time and it almost felt like the wind was knocked out of your chest.

Fighting everything inside you screaming to turn around and go to him, you ran the other way. You didn’t know what to even say if you were to go up to him.

“Y/n! Wait up!” Nishinoya yelled behind you and you gritted your teeth. Of course, he’d follow you, that’s just who he was. You slowed your pace knowing he’d catch up any moment. Facing away from him you felt his arms slip around your waist as he hugged you from behind. “Hey, sweetheart. I wasn’t expecting you here.”

You couldn’t say anything. It was like your voice was stuck in your throat even though you desperately wanted to speak. Eyes fixed on something in the distance you tried to wipe the upset expression from your face. Wanting nothing more than to turn and bury your face into him, you felt the frustration building in you.

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

The concern in his voice hurt. More than anything else so far. You were being stupid, there was no reason to worry. You knew that so why did you feel so shitty? When you didn’t respond he moved around to face you. The panic was evident on his face when he saw how upset you were.

“Baby, what happened?” His voice was soft, welcoming. You flicked your gaze to his eyes and felt a pang of guilt in your when you saw the worry flooding them. You couldn’t help but look away again.

“Nothing. I just forgot something.” Your voice was quiet, much quieter than you thought it’d be. It wasn’t very convincing, and you knew it.

“You don’t have to lie to me. Did something happen today? Is that why you came to practice?” You had to clench your jaw at his caring words. His hands cupped your face gently and you felt your lip quiver at the touch. Without meaning to, you leaned into his touch. Closing your eyes which made a tear slip from your welling eyes. “Baby, talk to me.”

You shook your head trying to shake his worry. “It’s stupid.”

You knew that wouldn’t work, but you tried. The feeling in your chest, frustration over yourself and the lingering hurt from seeing him in there became too much and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Pushing his hands from your face and burying yourself into his arms. The warmth of them didn’t do much to soothe you this time. It almost had the opposite effect. When he hugged you tightly a sob was ripped from your throat.

Crying was something you never wanted to do in front of him. You knew it would just make him worry, and yet here you were wrapped in his arms as your tears stained his shirt. Guilt tore at you again at that thought. He was supposed to be at practice. This was completely your fault. You shouldn’t have even come here to begin with.

Maybe this was meant to happen. The universes way of showing you that you weren’t meant to be together. You could go back to your old ways, watching silently from the stands while she was down there with him. That thought tore through you hard.

Kiyoko was mesmerizing, there was a softness in everything she did. She was so much better than you in every way. What were you even compared to her? You kept replaying the way he looked at her in your head. He looked so happy. Did he ever look that happy with you? You began questioning everything your thought you had known about your relationship.

“Y/n!” Nishinoya’s voice ripped through your intrusive thoughts and you couldn’t help but gasp. You hadn’t even noticed when you knelt on the ground, completely focused inside your own head.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Yuu. Go back to practice. I know I’m being annoying. I-I’ll go to my dorm, its okay.”

“What? No way, I’m not letting you leave.” He shook his head brows furrowing at your statements and apologies. “Let me help you…”

The way his eyes softened as you looked into them made a fresh wave of tears slip down your face. You found yourself spilling everything you were holding in with them. All your worries and fears, the reason you were crying. The way you felt you weren’t good enough for him.

“I saw you and your manager; I can’t help but think I’m not enough for you.” He didn’t say anything to interrupt your tear-filled rambling. “ You’re so amazing, and kind. You’re the best person I’ve ever met and I just…. Maybe you should be with Kiyoko. She’s so much better than me-“

“Stop.” He suddenly spoke out, “Stop it right now. You don’t get to say that about yourself.”

“But I-“

“No! I can’t believe you would even think like that.” His voice was raised a little causing you to snap your attention to his face. He looked so angry. The concern from before gone from his features. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I just, I don’t think I make you as happy as you should be.”

“Stop apologizing, y/n. This is not your fault its mine.” That made you a little confused despite how upset you still were. This wasn’t his fault; he didn’t do anything.

“It’s not your faul-“

“It is though! I know I’m not that good at showing how I feel. That’s why I waited so long to do anything.” He shook his head as he talked, and you couldn’t pick apart the look in his eyes. “Should I have not asked you out? Would this have been better as a one-time thing?”

“What? No, Yuu. Don’t say that.” You felt your voice shake when you responded, it was so quiet you weren’t even sure if he heard you.

“I knew I’d hurt you. Do something to fuck this up. I couldn’t even keep this one perfect thing, could I? God I’m so stupid! This would’ve been so much easier if I wasn’t in love with you. Maybe we shouldn’t even have started dating, I’ve only been an ass to you.” His voice got louder as he berated himself. You knew he had a bit of a temper, but you never thought it would be toward himself.

“Yuu, stop.” He didn’t hear you as he continued beating himself up, “Yuu!”

You shoved his chest lightly to get his attention, panic coursing through your body. His eyes flashed to yours and the tears that spilled from them matched your stained cheeks.

“I’m sorry.. Fuck, I’m so sorry!” He scrambles toward you, diving into your embrace. You’ve never seen him angry like that and it scared you. He could tell, the look on your face when you pushed him made his heart drop. He pulled you to him again, this time he was crying. You felt the tears against your neck as he shoved his face into your shoulder. “Baby, I didn’t mean any of that. I promise. Please, please forget it. I’m not leaving you. Just don’t- don’t leave me.”

Hearing his desperate cries into you made your heart break, forgetting everything that happened before. You sat and held him like he did to you. Giving him a place to let all his fears out in the safety of your embrace.

“It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere.” You voice was basically a whisper as you ran your fingers down his hair, trying not to let the tears spill from your eyes again at they sadness in his voice and the way he clutched onto the back of your shirt.

“I’ve never loved someone before. I don’t know what I’m doing.” He spoke after a moment, he felt more relaxed in your arms and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Until you registered what he said for the second time.

“You love me?”

“Fuck. Did I say that?” He pulled away to look at you, eyes wide. All you could do was nod at his question, still processing it. “Shit, y/n. I, uh, ignore that.”

You shook your head rapidly, opening your mouth to say something. Anything. When nothing came out you leaned forward pressing your lips to his. His eyes flew open for a second but then he melted into your lips as his hands moved to bury themselves in your hair.

“I love you too.” You whispered into his lips, but he didn’t hear you. Too focused on your lips against his. You pulled back breaking the kiss to say it again, if you didn’t say it now you knew you’d regret it. He needed to hear how much he meant to you. “Yuu, I’m in love with you. I think I was before anything happened.”

“Really?”

“Let me finish!” You couldn’t help but laugh a little at his eager tone. “You’re so good to me, more than I think I deserve. Hearing you beat yourself up like that. I just…. Don’t ever, ever think I regret being with you for one second. The things you said…… Yuu, they’re not true. You need to know how much you deserve.”

“I’m sorry.” Was all he said. He knew he had a temper, and it usually was directed toward himself. Starting off as a simple thought and snowballing into full on degrading himself. You tilted his chin up making him look at you again, wanting to make him feel better. Pressing your lips to his again, this time less sweet. Deepening it by tugging on his shirt.

“If you don’t believe me… Let me show you just how much I love you, Nishi.” It took one look into your dark gaze for him to understand what you meant. His face flushed and you almost giggle at the sight. “I was heading back to my dorm, why don’t you come with me?”

“But, Daichi….” Nishinoya glanced back at the gym quickly before looking back to you.

“It’s okay, I can wait. Alone. In my dorm. Who knows what I’d do while you’re at practice…..”

“No fucking way, I’m coming with you” That was the first practice he missed on purpose.

#hq nishinoya #nishinoya angst #nishinoya smut #hq fluff #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya imagine #nishinoya yu x reader #nishinoya yu #pls forgive me #I wanted to add more angst but it was too long already #Haikyuu #haikyuu nishinoya #Nishinoya x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut

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Being A Cock Warmer For The Males In Arcana

Yeah I ain’t stutter. Also the fact that y’all got 308 notes on the Nsfw Arcana bit I ain’t got 308+ followers hurts me. So cruel. 😤

Anyway let’s get started before I have a mental breakdown haha (<— old edit sorta)

Edit from today (7/25): WE ARE NOW AT 565 FOLLOWERS! (I do believe, I might have to check again) Thanks so much guys! I know I disappear a lot but with witch stuff and spirituality and shit like that I just need to take breaks. I don’t mind y’all asking me how I’m feeling though smh, it might bring me back sooner to know people care about me.

But y’all too scared to even comment on how much y’all like my posts so I know y’all won’t do it.. cowards. 😔🥺

Anyway here’s the cock holder post, I’m actually not sure if these are completely cock holder-ish because of how they turn out but here, have fun rubbing off kiddies uwu. (Please don’t be actual kids tho smh, I ain’t responsible for yo lil ass.. if you get caught rubbing one out)

EDIT 7/27: Finally I’m done, I just want to say thank you to all the followers that’s been waiting for this post! I’ve been in off and on moods these days so yeah..anyway I’ve been holding this post for months and well here ya go! Also if anyone else wants to Roleplay just hit me up! (However I need to see your style of Roleplay before we start anything..short rps and rps with plot or starters aren’t my thing. And I call dating Valdemar uwu, I’ll rp your fav character for you if you rp them for me.)

I feel like some of these are out of character but only a little, please deal with it considering how hard I worked to get this out..also if you read this whole top, you get this: a quick request from me! Request anything you want and I’ll upload it either today, tomorrow or the day after! You have to read all my top tho and I know some of you won’t so for people who do, in your request send me the call out note I put up here!

Honestly it shouldn’t be hard to find..but anyway enjoy!

(Also I might make edits later teehee..)

Asra

As yet another costumer walked asking multiple questions about crystals and spiritual awakenings you nearly whimpered to them as an answer to whatever they had just said. Your hand roughly clutching the edge of the greeting desk in front of you.

Asra’s cock nestled in deep inside you like a snug bug in a fucking rug. It pressed against your sweet spot, nudging against the g-spot and he’s carefully rolling his hips shooting pleasure all throughout your body. Your clit is rock hard at this point as his hand grips your naked thigh, your shirt pulled up and panties around your ankles.

Everything is hidden from the people coming in except your face which is trying to hard not to show how hot you’re feeling. You want to stick your tongue out so bad or let your eyes roll but you know that with the right person that’s a dead giveaway. When another comes in Asra greets them with a warm smile seeing you stumble on your words to do so instead. He thrust his hips a little and you hold back from crying out, ducking your head down into your arms to bite your lips. Just like the way he told you to.

‘What a good girl you are.~’ He thinks with a catlike grin. He’s enjoying this quite a bit and you can tell with the twitching that his cock is doing inside you. Asra has patience though, a lot of it..and while you want so desperately to bounce on his cock like a whore in heat he simply won’t let you until he sees fit. Maybe if you beg for it though he’ll simply not give a damn about the customers and will put you up for display, fuck you right on the counter in front of everyone that enters.

When the customer haults themselves mid sentence they take the time to ask if you’re ok. Of course you can’t answer, you can’t even trust your voice to sound somewhat under control. Asra is on it in a flash taking any words from you to speak instead. Maybe not with the words you expected him to say but really you can’t argue right now. Not when he lifts your legs a bit more and sinks deeper into your wet messy pussy. You shake against him letting out a strangled whimper.

“She’s just a bit sick right now, poor thing... I wished for her to sleep but she insisted on helping me today. Isn’t that sweet?”

Insisted on helping daddy work today.~ Oh such a naughty girl you were weren’t you? Don’t worry though, he’d made you squirt all over his cock like the loving daddy he was. What would he be if he didn’t?

After a couple of words between Asra and the customer the customer leaves with whatever they managed to purchase. The shop was quiet now only with the sound of wetness between your thighs and you breathless moans. It was quiet until he pushed you forward. You press firmly against the counter and he follows you pressing right up against your back, your hands find the counter and he chuckled into the skin of your back. “Such a good girl, you did a good job~” he mumbles as your cervix twitched against the slit of his cock and god, he has to cover your mouth as you cry out in pleasure because even though there aren’t anymore customers he still can’t be sure if anyone is still around outside.

You hips bucked against him now in a deep rut. He doesn’t even bother to tell you to stop because he know you won’t, he also knows you can’t help it at this point..your bouncing, tears running down your rosy cheeks. He just watches with a smug smile as his cock disappears each time you push back against him, his hands moving down to grab your hips as you moan and cry for more. Who knew a simple push would make you loose your mind? He did, that’s who knew.

You jerk with a high pitched cry and this time he doesn’t bother to cover your mouth, you’re just too far gone and he’d be a liar if he didn’t want to hear you babblering about how good his cock was. At one point you nearly collapsed but he holds you, lovingly as if you were simply cuddling in bed and not just breeding yourself on his cock.

“Shh, Shh. That’s a good girl, take daddy’s cock baby. It’s okay, I’ll let you cum.”

And oh god when his fingers came to play with your clit magick mixing in and you came so hard.. You were pretty sure you went to the astral plane for a second or some shit because it made you grip the desk for your life. Eyes rolling as he groaned, busting his load within you filling you with pups. You went limp against him, panting tiredly as he nuzzled you as if he didn’t just fuck the shit out of you.

“Such a good girl.”

Julian

You’re both flustered. His hands tightly gripping your twitching thighs as his large cock is deeply submerged in you. You’re in public, at the bar matter of fact surrounded by both men and women alike who are either drunk of their asses or are soon to be as such. Either way it’s risky to do this here but it couldn’t have been helped.

When you found your seat in Julian’s lap he turned a deep shade of red from the suddenly weight but simply chuckled lifting a brow, curious to know what you were up to now. “Darling? Careful now, I might ‘pop one’.” He chuckled and you purred, the noise making the glass you held to your lips vibrate a bit. He hugged you, like a baby clinging to a mother until you start to feel something prodding at your butt.

You make a small surprised noise and he freezes on the spot. You look back at him and he’s so flustered all he can do is look back up at you, sweating lightly, he even gives a shy little grin as if to say ‘told ya so’. After a short staring contest you bite your lip and purr once more. Why not take advantage of this, you and Julian we’re into many things so why not try out a little public play? You lift the glass back to your lips to down the rest of whatever you had been drinking in the first and then you shifted in his lap getting a feel of a twitch.

“Julian darling, you seem to have a bit of a surprise for me hm?~” He gives a nervous chuckle but nods. You take the momentary awkwardness as him being a bit shy and you know it’s understandable, even you’re feeling a little anxious with what you are about to do..however Julian was always one to try new things and you could tell he was interested the second his hand carefully cupped your hip.

You bit your lip in anticipation and without too much more hesitation you look around to see if anyone is watching glad to see that they’re not and you stand a little pulling down your pants and panties. He watches, he’s so nervous that you can practically see him gulp but the bulge in his pants is still growing so neither of you can help yourselves.

He fights his pants quickly pulling them down letting his cock bob out. Hard and already glossy with sweet precum already. If it wasn’t for a growing wetness developing between your legs and the group of people around you you’d get down on you knees and take that cock in your mouth. The tip is an angry red and you go to make a joke but shudder as he sneakily runs his thumb down the crack of your soft ass, playfully over your butthole and over your folds to your cute pink clit.

You nearly buck, humping the table but your careful. That’ll cause a scene for sure. Julian is impatient now, forgetting the awkwardness and embarrassment but he’s still cautious.. as much as he wants to beg you to hurry he doesn’t whine, not here, not yet..

You slowly lower yourself on the large, throbbing cock. It stretches you and you hear Julian gasp, his hands grabbing hold to your thighs the second you both connect. It’s hot in your belly, twitching against your fleshy pink walls, making your belly bulge ever so slightly. You’re shaking and he can’t quite literally feel you quivering around him. Biting into your lip you lightly roll your hips, slow to get a good feel of the twitching inside you.

You suddenly let out a muffled cry, your hand coming up just in time to cup your mouth when Julian bucks a bit on instinct. He’s quick to apologize though, sorry he couldn’t keep his body still but oh god...you’re soaking wet and so fucking hot that honestly he feels he might cum already.

You try to calm down, not to cause a scene when he presses his head into the crook of your shoulders, panting on your neck as he wraps his arms around you firmly keeping you in place. You practically whimper as he kissed your neck. “Q-Quickly darling, bounce on it. I’m going to cum soon~” Julian didn’t usually tell you what to do, and that might have been the reason you looked surprised at his words, might have also been the reason you grew wetter..

You felt...flustered, for the first time of being with him because usually you were the one in charge and yet here he was whispering in your ear telling YOU what to do. His lips on your neck, whispers in your ears encouraging you, cock deep inside and kissing your cervix, his taller build pressing so lovingly against your back. He moved his hand down to rub your clit curious to see your reaction as he lifts his head a little to look at your blushing face. He starts off slowly but soon he’s rolling his fingers in rough circles as you gasped and bucked, hips twitching and legs shaking.

“J-Jules, oh shit~ stop...stop I’m going to cum, I’m going to!-“

It was unexpected but he roughly slammed his hips up, cock hitting that sweet spot and he groaned as his cock throbbed before a thick release of cum flooded your insides. He held you tightly as you trembled. His hand tightly over your mouth to keep you quiet because you had been making cute little whines without even noticing. He suddenly was up and moved like a flash as he whisked you off to the bathroom where you squirted, your pussy twitching and spasming around him, eyes rolling because you had just came.

He held you against the wall as you struggled to stand on your own, no one was around now so he freely kissed you, a deep blush on his cheeks as he tried to calm you down. He’d take his time cleaning you up after you came down from your high.. “I’m sorry darling, please forgive me...I couldn’t help myself.” He chuckled lightly against you smiling as you huffed.

Lucio

You’re completely naked, skin sweaty, head buried in the same pillow where Nadia rest her head. His gauntlet squeezes your ass in a tight grip, voices in the hallway having normal talks. Your cheeks are a blood red.

He’s teasingly slow with each thrust, slow but rough covering your mouth with his other hand each time you let out a squeal at his cock spreading your cervix, the words in your ear he whispers are dirty and vulgar, humiliating but you can’t help the way your pussy squeezes around his thick veiny cock.

Lucio doesn’t seem worried, doesn’t seem like he cares if someone comes in to see him breeding his favorite servant like your just some toy. Maybe every once in a while you’ll hear Nadia’s voice and he’ll growl at how tight you squeeze around him, horny but scared she’ll come in and catch you both.

It’s so hard not to rock back into him, not only because he’s barely leaving any space for you but also because he’s in charge here. There’s a delicious twitch from his pulsating cock and you shake your hips now biting into that pillow snapping your eyes shut. It’s good, he’s good...no, he’s fucking amazing and it feels like you’re melting.

At one point it so good that you beg quietly. Soft whimpers and moans falling from your lips as the hand he had on you mouth moves to your hair, yanking those locks he loved so much.

His cock twitches inside you again and holy fuck you’re crying, you want to cum so bad but he’s keeping you still, stopping you from fucking back against him and so now all you can do is try to keep quiet.

This is torture, you think to yourself but then there’s a snap of his hips, cock burying deep in your womb and you scream, face forced into the pillows to shush you. He chuckles lowly in your ear, mockingly as you tremble violently against him.

“What’s wrong princess? Is something the matter? Use your words kitten~”

He knows you’re weak and he loves using it against you. At this point you really are crying, you want to cum to bad and he’s edging your orgasm at a level he’s never done before and it’s fucking killing you.

Beg, beg to get fucked like a bitch. Beg for him to take mercy. Beg for his cock, he fucking loves that.

And you did. “P-please sir~ please please please...let me cum please..” you sound so desperate it’s pitiful but with a hum he grants your wishes. If you thought the teasing was one thing the strokes he gave your slutty ass was another.

He fucked you so hard into the bed that when you came you couldn’t stop whimpering his name or shaking. You hips trembling seven after he pulled out. Your face pressed so hard into the pillows as his hot cum dripped out of your cunt.

He’d clean you up later but for now he kissed your lower back before giving that bum a nice slap watching as the skin brightened.

“Good girl~”

Muriel’s is a bit shorter because other then Portia I don’t really see him in a ‘LETS FUCK’ kinda way. Just my opinion don’t get mad please smh.

Muriel

It’s making your stomach bulge so much that you’re shaking, gripping his strong thighs as his large hands carefully settle on your hips.

There’s a twitch and you toss you head back to rest it on his chest, panting, whining like a dog and heat and even though it’s slightly embarrassing for you, looking up with lidded eyes and seeing that deep blush makes you purr. You bite your lip

His hand slides and now it’s on your stomach gently caressing the bulge he finds there. You shudder and then you let out a sweet high pitched moan as one of his thick fingers move to rub you clit.

His movements are slow but firm, he’s careful because he doesn’t want to hurt you but he also loves how your nails dig into his skin and how you buck and clench around him.

Keep doing that and might blow his loud sooner than he thought he would.

It’s just you and him, Inanna (did I spell that right? I don’t know I ain’t played his route like that..) is out, and he feels better that she is. Not hear to watch as the clear juices drip out of your needy cunt.

He hasn’t rolled his hips or thrusted up into you once yet and deep in your mind you feel a bit grateful but that doesn’t mean you can’t rub against him

There’s a shiver and then you wiggle those hips of yours, crying out in bliss as his finger presses against your clit and how you can feel his cock twitch again. The hand on your hips squeezes and then there’s a shaky groan behind you

He slumps a little, big strong chest against your back, lips against your throat in a gentle kiss and he’s shaking. He might just cum but it’s no doubt that you’re going to beat him to it.

When his hips stuttered you arched but now it was too late to stop. You cried his name out before you came hard around that fat cock of his. He gasped at the tightness but quickly wrapped his arms around your waist giving you a gently but firm hug.

His cumming and his cum is thick and stick. You convulse just having it in you and when you’re both done he falls back onto the bed panting with the same tempo as you.

Fuck, you loved this man and when you found your voice again you’d definitely tell him to his face. ❤️

Can I just say that Vlastomil needs more fluff and smut of him??? Like no cap he lowkey makes the pussy wet for me 🥴🥴🥴 his is a bit short but cut me some slack, it’s 1 am in the morning..

Vlastomil

You didn’t suggest this, it just kinda sorta happened. When you came into his office to greet him with a kiss you didn’t expect to end up staying for this long but you guessed when lovers are too busy with work the second they had time alone anything will go down.

A simple kiss turned to Vlastomil grabbing your hand carefully to pull you closer. He’s missed you and you’ve missed him too, what could it hurt to spend time together? You smile a little and come closer until you’re in his lap, facing him and that cute dumb grin on his face. His hands moving around your waist to pull you both together and then you’re kissing again.

His tongues are curious to roam your mouth and as you do so you can’t help but moan a little remembering the times those same tongues had been submerged in your pussy making your jerk and cry out for mercy. You’ve missed him more than you thought you did..damn Nadia and those amazing adventures you two seemed to always go on..

He paused upon hearing the sound come from you and as he pulls back there’s a glimpse in his eyes that you both know all too well. Then there’s a slight twitch beneath his robes and you can’t help but shift closer, pressing a hand to his chest to make him lean back a little. His hands are still on you but this time they squeeze a little at your hips to encourage you. “Well, we have the time now correct?” He hums and you purr, nodding a bit as you lean down to kiss his exposed throat which makes him shiver under you.

With a catlike grin you pull back lifting your skirt to show your thighs that’s encased in stockings and lace underwear that has probably five seconds to be dealt with before he rips them off you. His eyes are focused and his cheeks are a bit red but now you too have gotten this far, no need to stop now. Not with the bulge between his legs growing bigger and needier for attention. It doesn’t take long to get him inside you, his fingers have prepared your now wet cunt and now your slit is teasing the head of his cock.

Usually Vlastomil doesn’t mind a bit of playfulness but he really wants you and with out much of a thought he pulls you down, kissing your lips as you go to arch and moan out at the sudden move. He’s throbbing in you, his long cock pulsing happily to finally be surrounded by your hot wet insides. You clutch his clothes, legs twitching a bit and even though you want to keep kissing you can’t help how your head tilts back even more you you to let out a broken moan of his name.

“Vl-Vlast~..” you gasp as he shifts a little to which he hums. “Hush now, don’t be too loud dear~.” Because while he’d love to make you scream the last thing he really wants to hear are rumors from servants who are far too curious about his love life. You shiver and for a while he just holds you allowing you to be the one rolling your hips shakily against him. A quiet groan leaving him each time his cock moves inside you like it might just slip out.

You’re so hot that he buries his head in your shoulder to try and stop himself from pinning you down on his desk. With his movement he presses deeper in you and you whine rolling you hips a bit faster. He’ll allow you to chance your orgasm, until he doesn’t..where he’ll grab your hips in an almost bruising grip to stop you. Then he’ll edge you on till you’re shaking and crying like a bitch, begging for him to stop and just let you come.

Only then would he allow if, for now however, he liked the feeling of those tight walls hugging his cock like a life support.

As you fell apart to your bucking he leaned his head back to whisper in your ear on how you’re doing so well or how good you feel around him. He’s not actively trying to make you cum but oh he’s definitely help tug on the knot inside of you. You hips stutter and with a shout you cum, shaking, twitching, and begging for him to stop with his mistreatments.

When your down, breathless and used he’ll continue to hold you there until he’s cumming so much in you that it starts to overflow. When you could speak again he’d wait for you to say how much you love him, for now however he simply chuckled and placed a lovely kiss on your forehead. Later he’d definitely pin you down and be the one in charge.

Valerius

Whatever Lucio has been saying definitely didn’t translate to you, not when Valerius had his cock so far up your pussy that you struggled to even breathe evenly.

Not with his hand massaging the inside of your thigh underneath the cloth of the table, not with him pressing a light kiss to your cheek even once in a while and definitely not with his little dirty promises each time Lucio looked away.

Your breath came out shaky after Lucio asked you something about the food and you bit your lip feeling the cock in you twitch.

“It’s d-delicious.” It’s the only thing you can mumble after Lucio speaks on how’s the food, while trying to not bounce on the cock that’s getting squeezed by your cunt. You want to roll your hips so bad, make him fuck you on this table without a care, but at the same time you do care.

You care about what whatever the hell Lucio will say for whatever fucking reason and that leaves you shivering trying to fight off the heavy blush that’s trying to appear on your face.

Valerius leers close, his head finding your neck, his lips moving along your skin. Smooth lips kissing your shoulder, then the base of your neck and moving to your ear. He moves his hips and your hand instinctively comes down to squeeze his thigh. He lets out a low groan into your ear feeling the wetness that you’re pussy is letting off, your heat having him hard as a fucking boulder. It really is hard to not bend you over this table and fuck you like the slut that you are. He could see it now, your nails digging into the table cloth as his fingers yank and pull on your hair, his eyes on your cunt with swallows him oh-so nicely with each thrust.

“I’m going to fuck you darling..” he speaks into your ear and the shiver you let off made him chuckle. Lucio is back talking again now, something about another masquerade and how amazing he is.., it doesn’t matter. Valerius’s hand on your thigh begins to move and you’re so sensitive now that even the slightest touch makes you whimper under your breath. His hand moves to tickle your clit, fingers playfully rubbing against the hard bun and now you do bounce on him.

It’s sudden but it makes you both shudder, there’s a wet sound that’s made when you do it and now Valerius downs the rest of his wine somehow calmly managing to set the empty glass on the table. His eyes are closed and you bite your lip, Lucio perks. “Oh Valerius! Would you like some more wine? I’ll even go get it for you!” And you can’t stop him because he’s already running to the kitchen. There’s silence and then his hand wraps around your throat, it squeezes and you let out a choked moan.

“Do it again.” He hummed and fuck, you listen to daddy when told to. Your hips are quick to studder, you bounce, raising your hips just to slam them back down on him. A broken cry leaving your voice when he takes the lead. Your legs spread over his as he fucks you with vigor. His cock rutting so deep in you with each thrust that you can feel it in you tummy and you can feel yourself chasing your own orgasm.

It’s just you and him and your letting out whimpering and broken moans, babbling to your daddy on how good you’ll be if he lets you cum. He believes every word of course because right now the ball is in his field and he’s in charge of if you actually get to cum in his lap.

Your arching, eyes rolling and you can feel the tightness in your belly. It’s coming, you’re trying to warn him, your hands placed on his knees for some sort of structure. You’re so cute, he whispers lovingly in your ear how wet your cunt is or how much it’s squeezing him and then he comes to a sudden stop.

You almost cry, not a small whine but a pitiful yell. You were so close and yet he stopped..this is torture, you couldn’t help but repeat that in your head. Lucio is coming back and you can tell because who doesn’t know that snazzy silhouette by now. Valerius has his hands on you holding you tightly to stop you from taking from him without permission. You will only cum when he lets you, don’t forget that.

They’re talking but you’re trying so hard not to really cry right now, your pussy trembling with juices dripping down his balls and down your thighs. He has a hand on your hip that’s squeezing, telling you to keep in your place and even though you’re desperate you know that the prize of waiting is much better than a punishment. Or was it? (Teehee 👅😈💦)

A wine bottle slides towards you and it takes you a second to realize what’s happening. You blink before wrapping your fingers around the barrel without a thought and then there’s another deep thrust. You jerk bitting your lip as your hand tightens around the bottle almost like you wish to crush it. Valerius leans against you with a hum “are you alright? Can you open it?” He spoke lowly and to be honest there’s been multiple times where you wanted to hit him but this one really took the cake.

You nod lightly and then his other hand is over your clit, you gasp as digits violently play with the bundle of nerves and you can’t see at the moment but there’s a wide smirk on Lucio’s face. You completely break and arch in his lap as he presses kisses against your throat. “C-coming!~ D-Daddy I’m coming!~~” you cry and while you try weakly to clutch his arm he bucks lifting your hips with his other hands.

The string breaks inside you and then you go to scream but his hand is quick to cover your mouth from such a blissful sound. You cream all over his cock and there’s a rough groan as he cums inside you, his cum hot and filling you to the brim. You slump against him shaking and shivering before peeking a little.

“WOW! What an amazing show Valerius!” The count chuckles and now your blush is hellishly red. Did Lucio know the whole time? Well it must be expected considering how close the two could be. Valerius had his head in your shoulder as he lightly pet your belly which only added to how tired you were now.. You were definitely going to hit him when you woke back up..

Now, for Valdemar and Vulgora. I KNOW they both go by they/them pronouns. I’m only saying this because someone once didn’t know the difference between a daddy kink and ddlg on my account and the last thing I want is some little fucker being like “bUt BuT bUt!..” Most of my post for Valdemar or Vulgora is them with a tentacle dick but I don’t mind writing them with vaginas either. (Tribbing post coming soon uwu) My point is they’re both capable of forming whatever genitalia they want and plus this is just for fun and horny folk, calm down.

Vulgora

A blood curdling scream cut through the air as blood fell to the dirt ground with a splat, the coliseum was bustling with hunger for violence and the screams of the weak. There were three reasons for coming here, for one, Vulgora loved the coliseum. How could they not, fighting and blood was basically what they were made for. Two, they loved to show you the things that they liked to get closer to you.

The third being that when screams filled the air, the screams of pleasure from your lips couldn’t be distinguished from the ones down below.

They grinned a bit before laying their chin on your shoulder, their strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist to keep the two of you attached. You twitched tossing your head back to rest on their shoulder as you let out hot pants and cooes. It squirmed inside of you, that seeping hot tentacle that stretched your cunt as if that was its job. Their tentacle was white in color other than the tip that grew a lovely pink/red, you bit your lip. Just thinking about it had you opening you legs a bit more.

Vulgora shifted moving their hips and you shake when they do because the way their tip wiggles inside your cervix definitely has you ready to start drooling and have their baby or some shit. Vulgora usually fucks you like your in heat but here, with the screams of death they want to hear you scream for more. It’s a bit sadistic of them in a way but why should they care, it’s only you and them on this row of chairs anyway, everyone else is much closer to the front.

Vulgora’s body is hot against yours and if it wasn’t for their arms wrapping around your midsection you’d probably arch away from the touch. Sometimes their so hot you can’t handle it, and more ways than one. Vulgora suddenly snaps their hips up and it’s so sudden that a scream rips right out of your throat before you can catch it. It mingles in the air mixing with a now dead man down below but now you hand moves to grab their arm.

“V-Vulgora..I can’t..~” you struggle to speak, your toes curling as the tentacle wiggles and squirms inside your belly, your eyes rolling as you bite down on your lip. Vulgora chuckles a mocking chuckle and somehow it makes you even wetter. Their tongue slides out to lick your throat, a gauntlet running up your shirt to expose your breast to the tangy air. “You can if I say you can~.” They mumble against your skin.

Holy fuck, you could cum right now but they’d definitely would turn your bliss into a punishment because did they say you could come yet? No, no they didn’t.

Your clit is so hard at this point and the adrenaline of someone simply turning around and catching you so exposed has you not only scared but squeezing them more. What if someone turned around? The whole stadium would see you taking the Pontifex’s cock like some whore. You started to shake at that thought laying your head back against them because you think you’re about to cum. They hum against your skin because out of all their time of dating you they know what goes on in the filthy little head of yours.

You like this. They grin a little before biting down on your shoulder before making a circle motion with their hips. Oh they way you begged, that’s what they want to hear. They want to hear how much you like it and how much it makes you feel good. Vulgora isn’t one to spend time fucking others so you have such privilege to be getting dicked down by them much less be their actual mate.

They don’t really edge you but you can expect more then one orgasm. When you’re practically crying and begging is when they’ll stop breeding you because now you’re full of cum and boneless against them. You pussy spasms around them and all the can do now is laugh a bit and rub your bloated belly. Even with how rough they can be you can tell they love you. They hands rubbing you carefully as the whisper how good you felt and how impressive you are in your ear.

If anything Vulgora is so in love with you you can proudly say your their addiction. You giggle a little when you finally have to strength to again and they hum lightly at the lovely sound.

Valdemar

Valdemar hasn’t been paying much attention to you but honestly what can you expect from them, you may have gotten them to acknowledge they feel a strong connection for you but when stating how you need their touch or how they should pay more attention to you can still be a bit of a struggle.

You huff seeing their back to you, those talented hands (which your cunt knows all to well at this point, fuck I’m needy now..) working so diligently on the lifeless corpse of some female you didn’t take the time to learn about. You’re in your night cloths having just came out of the shared room that you had been waiting for them in. You’re a bit annoyed to see them still working, it’s not like the body was going anywhere soon..

“Val..are you still working on that...” you sigh lightly and they don’t even bother to look back at you as they speak. “It won’t be for much longer.” They answer without missing a beat. You approached them, naked feet lightly padding against the floor and not much longer your against their back. They pause for a second before moving to look back at you. You give them a look, one of irritation and maybe a bit of an attitude and they don’t say anything as they narrow their gaze a little.

“Are you having more time with her than you are with me?” You mumble childishly against their back as your arms move to close around them and then you hand carefully runs down their chest. They roll their eyes moving to put their utensils down in the bloody tray next to the rotting corpse. “Don’t be absurd darling..” they speak and there’s a bit of a low warning tone behind their mask. Maybe it was the fact that they’d been working for hours when they wanted to join you or perhaps it was you coming out of nowhere with such silly things to say, either way, you could see that this was them telling you to watch yourself.

They noticed that attitude for a couple days now and to say the least they were pretty fed up with it. Fed up with the attitude and/or petty remarks.. You on the other hand scoffed to hide a smug smirk. “Do you like your fingers being in her more than in me?” This time they turned around making you stop and then take a small step back because to be honest you didn’t expect that. They grabbed your wrist holding it up as they got closer, your scent drawing them in.

“What did I just say? Stop the nonsense (y/n) or I’ll punish you.” Oh~ now you shivered a little. You hummed to resist from biting your lip, a punishment huh? Just what you needed. You pressed against their chest looking up at their slim tall figure with an almost challenging look as if you were calling a bluff. You tilted your head “did I strike a nerve? Want some more alone time with your new bitch?”

It happened so fast, them spinning you around and pushing your front down on a newly cleaned table. They pulled your hips up pressing firmly against your back as they leaned down to your ear with a low scoff. “Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear.” They spoke lowly before a hand was lifting your gown over the round of your ass to reveal those lace panties, their gloves hand traced your skin. You shivered under their surprisingly strong build, biting your bit as you wiggles back against them only for one of their hands to sit right in the small of your back keeping you still. “Drop the attitude.” The hissed lightly.

When you let out a small whimper that’s when they knew this was what you wanted. They paused before humming in a sing song-y way. Their other hand snaked up before wrapping around your throat tilting your head back until your eyes connected with theirs. “Oh now~ I think I see what’s happening here..” they spoke with that sharp gaze. You were already getting super wet at this point and you wanted so desperately to push back against them.

“What a naughty little whore you are (y/n)..” they trailed off a little as something slimy ran up your inner thigh to rub over your clothed cunt before pulling your panties aside revealing your needy cunt that trembled for attention. You could feel it behind you, their body shifting a bit to help in this situation..the tentacle sliding over your clit as another managed to free them from their slacks revealing their tentacock which started as the same color as their skin to black half way.

Soon enough they had pushed inside leaving you breathless as they kept that dominating gaze on you, the hand around your throat squeezing a bit as your pussy hugged them. The long and heavy appendage squirmed inside you and you couldn’t help but spread your legs a bit more and cooe at them. Your stomach bulged a bit and you had to keep your hands firmly down to not completely collapse upon them, hell if it wasn’t for them supporting your back you were nearly positive your legs would buckle.

Once they were completely settled they leaned down to give you a kiss, short and sweet before they started a torturously slow pace allowing you to feel all of them and shake with need. Oh no, not this..Valdemar had quite a bit of patience and you knew that when they say they’d punished you they mean it. The last thing you expected was such cruelty like this though. You let out a broken cry “V-Val!..please~..” you choked out letting out a slight gargle as their hand tightened a bit more around your neck, the other moving to clasp around your hip to keep you from fucking back onto them.

They ignored you, their thrust slow but intensely firm, their cock sinking so deep in you you couldn’t help but cry a little from the slight overstimulation.

The room still had the scent of blood that filled your senses as well as the scent of sex and the wet squelching noises coming from you two. Your moans growing louder and your begs growing more desperate each time they pressed against you, your clit so hard that each time one of the other tentacles would flick it you’d jump with a shout. Valdemar never once looked away from you while you on the other hand couldn’t keep your eyes open or stop letting them roll to the back of your head.

They loved this honestly, putting you in your place and watching you fall apart from just a couple actions and they had to admit, while sex isn’t necessarily important to them they liked to see you so red in the face and twitchy with pleasure. You felt like you been there for hours when you finally came shaky violently, closing your eyes tight and letting out a high pitch cry. Your back arched as much as they’d let you and you came so hard it felt like you had died. Valdemar held you through it, letting up on their grip around your throat.

They weren’t done with you of course, they’d still have yet to cum themselves. For now though they’d hold you until you were ready to take more of your punishment.

#the arcana #the arcane game #count lucio #the arcana asra #julian devorak #the arcana muriel #praetor vlastomil #consul valerius #pontifex vulgora #quaestor valdemar #n/s/f/w #nsf.w #otoma game

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writingshae · 3 years

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Bring the House Down

biker!ares x madam!aphrodite

Summary: Ares and Aphrodite’s relationship has been tumultuous for centuries. Things had become more tense when he took to the road to lead a biker club while she stayed behind is Los Angeles to open up the most exclusive sex club with Dionysus. The time apart has always strained their relationship, but what happens when they find themselves reunited?

taglist: @persephone-rps for cowriting and @just-the-hiddles for test reading

words: 3.7K

warnings: smut, smut, smut. 18+ please

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Aphrodite was livid. In the centuries that she had known Ares, she didn't believe that he still had the nerve to show such disrespect. Both her and Dionysus had been running the most successful and exclusive sex club in Los Angeles and she imagined that Ares would be present to celebrate her success, especially given that his men and women were present and in attendance. Granted, the two of them had been off and on for eons, but she felt that she deserved more respect than what was given. She managed to convince one of his gang members to disclose the God of War's location before taking her leave from the club. She barged into the motorcycle club and glared in every direction before she finally found him. "Why the fuck are you not at my club?"

For as long as Ares had been alive, he had never found somewhere he enjoyed more than the lively city of Los Angeles. The mortals living here were a bit unfriendly and rude, which made them the easiest targets for the God of War. He found pleasure in animosity and revelled in the chaos. It was only fitting that Ares started up a very notorious motorcycle gang. It gave him the opportunity to delegate a group of unruly men and women to act on his every whim. The Outlaws were highly respected and, in some aspects, held more authority than the police.

Ares was sitting at the bar in the Outlaws clubhouse, drowning his nagging thoughts about Aphrodite and her damn sex club she ran with Dionysus. There wasn’t enough whiskey in the world, though. Especially when the blonde Goddess of Love stormed in. He turned his head slowly to look at her, much too familiar with her outbursts after centuries of knowing each other.

“Why the fuck are you in my club?” He retorted with a scoff. “Tell me, gorgeous.. Why in Tartarus would I want to watch those mortals fawn over you? None of them are half the man that I am and I know you are more than aware of that.”

She rolled her eyes. Of course, the mortals of Los Angeles fawned over her, men and women alike. She was Aphrodite and she fed off of their adoration. The more they prayed and fawned over her, the more power she had. It was why it was a genius idea to set up shop with Dionysus. Everyone was looking for an escape in the alcoholic haze and the search for love.

"I'm in your club because you're being a giant asshole by not coming to see me," Aphrodite retorted with a pout, trailing her fingers down his muscular arm. "Because they fawn over me but they can never have me. They can't handle me. As if I would bring myself down to their level and consort with them. Please. I'm not Zeus. But you... I was waiting for you. You insult me by not joining me in my temple."

It had been centuries of this little back and forth with Aphrodite. Just like the mortals, he was captivated by her beauty and he just had to have her, no matter what; however, unlike the mortals, he was a god who was able to somewhat resist that charm of hers. At least that’s what he constantly told himself. In all honesty, that was only true when she wasn’t around him because right now, he began to feel an overwhelming desire for Aphrodite. He turned in his stool quickly, grabbing ahold of the blonde’s wrist that was ghosting over his arm, his eyes moving up and down her body. She was always dressed to impressed and tonight was no exception.

“Oh, my goddess,” he smirked softly, standing up. He gently but forcefully pushed her up against the bar counter, one of his hand resting on her hips. “I have a feeling I could make it up to you one way or another...” Ares’ smirk grew as his other hand moved up, tilting her head back as his mouth found its way to her neck.

Aphrodite was high maintenance. She could admit to that, but as a result, she demanded to be woo'd, which was not exactly the war god's style. He was rough and hard and their lovemaking always resulted in bruises. She enjoyed the rough sex, but she wanted more than that. Ares was just never one to commit, rather staying on the war path and building up his army. She leaned her head back, looking bored already with his antics. "You have a feeling? I have a feeling that you are all talk and no action," she prodded, poking holes at his ego. She knew that he would delight in her image. Who wouldn't? She was the most beautiful goddess and she had dressed in his favorite color lingerie and a skin-tight dress with a high slit.

Ares couldn’t help but to groan against her smooth skin. She always knew exactly how and when to push his buttons and tonight was no exception. Part of him wanted to push her away, tell her to go back to her precious sex club and Dionysus; however, he felt his desire for her increasing by the second. He wondered if she was using some of her powers on him and the thought angered him. Though, he figured he would channel that anger in a way that benefited them both. “What is it that you want, Goddess?” He inquired with a raise of his brow, eyes scanning up and down her perfect body donned in a tight little dress. “Do you want me to tell you how beautiful you are? How no mortal or goddess in Olympus could ever amount to your beauty? Hm?” His hands smoothed up and down her sides. “Do you not hear that enough from your followers? Or will you finally admit that my attention is what you desire most in the world?”

She could have easily used her powers on him; however, it took out the fun from their back and forth. Aphrodite enjoyed the games and enjoyed the wrath that she could draw from him just from making him second guess himself. She felt herself get wet just from hearing him sing her praises and her skin glowed from the power it gave her. “My followers, they see me and my beauty, but not like you can,” Aphrodite purred as she pressed her pelvis against his. “Your undivided attention is what I desire most in the world and I am no fool. I know that is one desire that will never be fulfilled.”

Ares couldn’t help but to smirk at the way her skin glowed from his compliments and he truly meant every word of it. Even after centuries and even after having different lovers, there was always something that drew the two of them towards one another. Take Los Angeles for example; Ares would never admit to it, but Aphrodite was part of the reason he went there. The warfare was just an added bonus. “That is very true,” his voice was deep with desire for the goddess. “Oh my gorgeous, breathtaking, absolutely radiant goddess... You have my undivided attention right now, don’t you?”

Aphrodite hummed with happiness as her fingers danced over the skin that she had access to. She loved seeing him after a war, all built up and strong. It made her even more proud when she could bring him to his knees and see how weak she could make him. "I do... but I always want more," she leaned in, lips barely grazing the stubble on his cheek. "Are you god enough to give me more?"

It was almost as if Ares was a completely different being when he was around Aphrodite. The affect she had on him without even using her powers was mind blowing and it didn’t take the war god to be reduced down to a man who was putty in her hands. His hands couldn’t help the way they explored her body until they slipped past the slit of her dress to grab her backside. Her words started a fire inside him and he let out a dry chuckle before smacking her bottom. “I think we both know that I am, Aphrodite,” he smirked widely, his hand soothing over her probably slightly sore ass cheek. “Tell me what it is you want me to do to you. And I will gladly oblige.”

She withdrew her hands from him, slowly unzipping the side of her dress until she could peel the dress off of her body, allowing the material to fall to the floor and reveal the blood red lingerie beneath. Only he was allowed to lay hands on her like he had. No one else was allowed to treat her quite as roughly, the action sending lightning through her. "Worship me..." she said, hoisting herself onto the bar counter and spreading her legs open for her. "Show me how much of a true god you are."

The corners of his lips curled up into his signature smirk and he reached a hand up to run it through his hair. Worshipping her would be easy. It was already something he consistently did, just not quite as openly or vocally as her followers. He licked at his lips as the dress fell to the floor of the clubhouse and he had to take a deep breath. The lingerie left little to the imagination and he was sure she coordinated the colors purposely. Ares stood in front of her, his large hands gripping at her porcelain thighs, spreading them a little more. “Your wish is my command, my beautiful goddess,” his smirk grew as he dipped his head down, peppering kissing up her legs teasingly, wanting to hear her beg for him.

Aphrodite spread her legs wider, loving that they had the motorcycle club all to themselves. Granted, she didn't mind having an audience, but she knew that since it was Ares, they would probably cause plenty of wreckage that evening. She ran her fingers through his hair, yanking on it when she began to grow impatient with him. After centuries of their lovemaking, he knew everything that drove her crazy. Yet they still had ways to keep things steamy between them. "What are you doing?" she groaned as she tugged on his hair again. "You're taking too long."

Ares knew that the rest of his gang were going to be out all night. They had an exceptionally satisfying run-in with a rival gang and needless to say, the men had a great time satisfying their urge for violence. Brought to them by the God of War himself. Ares felt more powerful today because of this feat as well. And he looked forward to wrecking the clubhouse with the goddess. He smirked against her thighs, letting out a chuckle. “Oh? I thought you enjoyed the foreplay, beautiful?” He raised a brow at her, “Whatever then. You asked for it.” Ares tore off her lacy underwear, discarding them quickly. The god wasted no time in swirling his tongue around her sensitive nun of nerves, lapping at it quickly.

As expensive as the underwear was, she would be fine with how he discarded her underwear. During all of their trysts, there was always some sort of casualty in her wardrobe. That was no matter. She had centuries' worth of wealth and the club had been more successful than she could have ever predicted. She could always buy more. Aphrodite pulled at his hair and moaned as he paid the most attention to her pearl. Mortals were selfish and cared only for their pleasure, but not Ares. While he certainly got his, he made sure that she was fully satisfied. "I enjoy foreplay, not teasing..." she murmured through her moans.

Ares didn’t think twice about the lingerie. He was sure he could make it up to her by a shopping trip if she were upset about it. The war god gripped at Aphrodite’s thighs as his tongue made expert work on her clit. With other lovers, Ares wasn’t nearly as attentive; however, this goddess brought out a side of him no one else had ever witnessed. “Fine, fine. No more teasing..” He hummed against her core, moving a hand up to press two fingers against her entrance and sliding them in easily. He began pumping them in and out, curling them up inside of her skillfully.

Aphrodite let out a purr of satisfaction as he filled her with rough fingers, her hips shifting to allow his fingers fill her to the hilt. She had missed this confidence and desire that no other mortal or even god could satisfy. Ares was hers no matter what they said about their relationship. They always came back to each other in spite of their wandering. “Yes, Ares.... so strong. I can feel your victory flow through you,” she moaned as she sensed the aura of a battle waged and won.

The sounds emitting from the goddess’ lips was like music to Ares’ ears. He couldn’t help but to smirk against her core, swirling his tongue around her pearl a few more times before his free hand moved up, tearing away her bra. “Mine. You’re all mine,” Ares grunted as he moved up, attaching his mouth to her breast now. He wasn’t a possessive god unless it came to Aphrodite. She was his one weakness and she absolutely knew it. His fingers continued pumping in and out of her, his speed increasing to help coax her first orgasm.

She was now completely naked on the bar counter while he was still dressed. It wasn't fair, but before she could say anything, Aphrodite could feel her orgasm wash over her. She threw her head back, a strong aura radiating out from the two of them as she hit her high. "My love, you are far too dressed for this occasion," she cooed, brushing her fingers through his hair and trailing them down his shoulders and arms.

Ares felt a strong sense of victory when he coaxed the goddess to her first release, a smirk playing upon his lips knowing that was just the first of many for the night. He pulled away from her core and licked at his lips and fingers, savoring the taste of Aphrodite. He hummed in approval, his smirk growing at her words. “Undress me then, my ethereal goddess,” he muttered as his lips found their way back to her skin. He couldn’t help himself when he was around her and it absolutely showed.

Aphrodite slid off the bar and stood in front of him, pushing his leather jacket off of his large shoulders. There were so many layers to deal with, but she took care removing each one, not removing her gaze from his even as she undressed him. It dragged on but finally, he was as bare as she was. Her slender fingers wrapped around his shaft, tugging on it lightly. “Have you been saving all of this for me?”

Ares couldn’t help but to smirk as the goddess removed his clothing one by one. It was painstakingly slow, but he knew if he had patience, it would certainly be worth it in the end. The god let out a groan as her fingers wrapped around his thick shaft and he couldn’t help but to buck his hips into her hand. “Of course I have.. No mortal woman is even worth a second glance. None of them are as gorgeous as you, my love.” he smirked, watching her aura grow at his words.

She was practically glowing from the love and attention and compliments that she was receiving from Ares. He was a smart god, knowing all the right things to say to make her happy. Now whether or not it was true had yet to be seen, but she didn’t care in the moment. Aphrodite continued to pump him despite the fact that he probably couldn’t get any harder. “Mine... all mine...” she purred, repeating the same words that he had used when he brought her to the edge the first time.

Ares was filled to the brim with desire and he was sure the Goddess of Love was more than aware of that. Despite having this little back and forth for centuries, he never found himself bored with Aphrodite. In fact, he was certain he had developed somewhat of a soft spot for her. Would he ever tell her that, though? Absolutely not. Not in a million years. Ares had a reputation to uphold. He licked at his lips harshly before picking the blonde up by her thighs, laying her down on a nearby table and spreading her legs. “Tell me how badly it is that you want me,” he smirked, rubbing the tip of his member up and down her wet folds.

Aphrodite and Ares were soulmates. That much was certain. In spite of the nature of their relationship, they always kept coming back together. No one could satisfy her the way that Ares could. But their respective life missions were the only things that kept them apart. "I want you and only you. See how I shine for you?" she teased, pulling her legs apart wider for him. Her hand snaked down the valley of her breasts over her pearl, teasing herself as he teased her.

Ares couldn’t help but to groan and lick his lips as he looked down at her. Aphrodite was truly a sight to be seen and the war god was grateful that he was the only one who got to see this side of her. Even if she had other lovers, Ares knew she didn’t put on quite a show for them like she did for him. “That’s what I like to hear,” her murmured before sliding inside of her without warning until he bottomed out, inhaling sharply at the feeling it provided him. He let her get used to his thickness before thrusting in and out of her relentlessly.

She couldn’t help herself when it came to Ares. Aphrodite moaned as soon as he filled her, wrapping her legs around his torso. As experienced as she was, his size still kept the feeling tight and full. She gripped at the table below her, knowing that they were going at it with their pace that the table would break below them. “Ares... yes, my love....”

The feeling he got with Aphrodite was similar to the one he got when he was at war. He feels powerful and in control - like the entire world was at his beck and call. His aura radiated around him in red hues and he pushed her slender legs back, his thrusts hitting her at a different angle now. His thrusts remained unrelenting as he bent down, his mouth attaching to her breasts, paying each of them equal attention.

The auras of the power that they drew from their coming together filled the entire room. Aphrodite didn't hold back the moans of pleasure as her nails raked back down his shoulders. She felt her body quickly build up to her next peak as he continued to rail into her. The newer angle was unrelenting and she couldn't hold back for anything.

Ares was a generous man when it came to pleasuring Aphrodite. Mostly because he found pleasure in it himself. He could tell she was about to reach her next orgasm. After centuries of being intimate with the goddess, he knew her body almost better than his own. “Don’t hold back, gorgeous...” The war god peppered his kisses up her neck, nibbling at her ear lobe. “Come for me... Show me who you belong to..”

Each touch of his was electric and she couldn't have enough of him. If they didn't have their own missions to accomplish, they could probably spend the rest of their lives tangled in each other. "You... I'm yours..." she moaned as she was pushed off to yet another orgasm. "Ares!"

There were no words to describe the amount of pride he felt as he coaxed Aphrodite to her next orgasm. It was a feeling similar to winning a war and perhaps that was what drew him to the goddess in the first place. She made him feel things that he otherwise would have never felt before. He loved hearing her scream his name in pleasure and he made sure to rub her pearl as she rode out her orgasm. He was getting close himself, but he wanted to ensure his goddess was completely satisfied.

Aphrodite wrapped her legs around him as he pushed her over the edge, another burst of energy released throughout the room, rattling the walls. The two of them drew immense power every time they came together and this was no exception. Her hands clung to him as though he would fall out of existence if she let go, her walls clenching around his hardness with each ripple.

The smirk that played on Ares’ lips was not one that Aphrodite was unfamiliar with. Throughout their relationship, they had gotten to know every nook and cranny of each other’s bodies and how they react to certain things. The god of war was overflowing with his crimson aura and he felt as if he could take on every god in all three kingdoms. This was a feeling only elicited from making love with the goddess of love herself. His thrusts were getting more and more reckless and soon he was withdrawing from her warm ness and finishing on her stomach.

Aphrodite felt his seed, warm on her stomach. He was playing it safe, which she couldn’t blame him for. They didn’t need to deal with another god in the world to compete with, even if it was their own child. She swiped a finger across her stomach and sucked on her finger. She savored his taste, knowing that this would not be the end of their love making for the evening. They would have plenty of time to rest and recover. Aphrodite sat up, kissing his neck. “Aren’t you glad I got angry and came all the way over here to chew your ass out?” She purred.

#ares | aphrodite #ares x aphrodite #lore olympus smut #greek gods smut #greek mythology smut

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hime-memes · 2 years

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• Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon - # 1 • ( Manga )

These starters have been taken from the ' Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon ‘ manga !

As always: Feel free to change anything within these starters that you see fit to make it work for your muse & the receiver’s muse !

Recommended For: Magical / Royal / School Age to Young Adult - muses/plots/timelines.

** Any slight wording changes / sentence break ups made to the original text is to accommodate for RP purposes or more clarity. **

“ Aww ! Why does morning have to come anyway ? I don’t wanna go to ( Place ) ! ” “ I’ll admit it to myself, I’m a bit of a crybaby ... “ “ Ow ! I think I stepped on something ! “ “ You’re so cute ! Forgive me ? “ “ What’s this ? You’ve got band-aids on your head ? “ “ Oh honestly ? Forcing a delicate young lady to stand in the hall ! “ “ I didn’t try a hard on this test as I normally do. “ “ Tests are just a game. “ “ You know, you really are creepy ! “ “ That’s because I hate ( School subject ). “ “ ( Name ) is pretty and smart ... and from polite society to top it off ! “ “ Rumor has it she’s a special detective from Police Headquarters. “ “ It’s the end of the century, all right. “ “ Jewels are so pretty, huh ? They’re so shiny ! “ “ Me ? I want a diamond ring. “ “ There’s stuff at even prices I can afford ! “ “ They’re all middle - aged women !? “ “ I have a special discount for ( Name )’s friends. “ “ My allowance for the month ran out. “ “ I’ll have you know these aren’t ‘ bumps ‘, they’re called ‘ buns ‘ ! “ “ What’s with him ? Dressed in a tuxedo in the middle of the afternoon ... “ “ I’ll bet it feels good to take down the bad guys. “ “ He’s good looking and nice ! I sorta have my eye on him ... “ “ You jerk, ( Name ) ! Going and shooting your mouth off like that ! “ “ Did you get kicked out of the house again ? “ “ You’re a little brother, act like it ! “ “ Okay, Okay ! Get in here ! “ “ I just don’t seem to have any strength. “ “ I’m worn out from all the crying. “ “ Maybe I’ll take just the tiniest little nap. “ “ Am I playing games in my dreams ? “ “ It isn’t a bald spot ! Don’t be rude ! “ “ The punk kids in this area are very bad, playing pranks like that. “ “ I was getting worried about what I’d do if we never met up. “ “ You have a duty, you know. “ “ I don’t really get this, but ( Name ) is in trouble ! “ “ You monstrous old hag ! “ “ Who do you think you are ? “ “ It hurts and I’m bleeding ! “ “ Fight ! Take down that enemy ! “ “ Why do I have to suffer like this ? “ “ Quit crying - it’s your time to act ! “ “ Grab your tiara ! “ “ I’ll certainly take note of you. “ “ I offer my humblest apologies. “ “ If you say ‘ bald spot ‘, you get scratched. “ “ My hobbies are eat, sleeping, and taking the easy way out. “ “ I’m a normal, cute, bit of a crybaby, young girl. “ “ Do you plan on living at my place to keep an eye on me ? “ “ I don’t want to be stuck in a scary situation like that ever again ! “ “ Is she even human ? “ “ She got perfect scores again, making her rank first in the nation. “ “ Oh, you mean that exclusive, elite night school ? “ “ A genius and rich ? A completely different world from us. “ “ That cat suddenly came out of the sky - I thought it might have been an angel. “ “ This girl is kinda cute. “ “ When you hit machines, things tend to come out. “ “ The only thing I’m good for is studying. “ “ It’s the superior students like you who will create tomorrow’s world. “ “ I’m kinda interested to see what’s on those disks. “ “ Eh ? In a weird school like that ? No way ! “ “ I’m not a trashcan, you know ! “ “ Everyone get away from those computers ! They’re incapacitating you ! “ “ Nooo ! These papers have razor sharp edges ! ” “ Your enemy was right in front of you ! Be more careful ! “ “ I don’t believe it - we meet again ! “ “ She’ll be the brains of our group. “ “ ( Name ) you have erred twice, there are consequences. Are you prepared ? “ “ Hey ! Hey, did you hear about the demon 6:00 pm bus ? “ “ They say death drives the bus himself ! “ “ I bet it’s destination is Hell ! “ “ You human girls really like to gossip. “ “ Do you know something about the game ? “ “ If you leave, it’ll be all boring here ! “ “ This is where I get off, see you ! “ “ ( Name ) ! What good will it do for you to chase after this girl ? “ “ I've got time to kill. “ “ An unusually demonic atmosphere ! Could it be an evil specter ?! “ “ When it’s a pretty girl, I’m willing to forgive just about anything ! “ “ She performs weird exorcism rites, keeps ravens as pets, and they say she senses the supernatural. “ “ A calm quiet girl with strange powers. “ “ Being ‘ spirited away ‘, that’s what they call it. “ “ You do think clearly now and then. “ “ If anything happens to us, it’s your fault ( Name ) ! “ “ I need to concentrate. “ “ I have a bad feeling about this ! “ “ The wall ! A hole just popped open in the wall ?! “ “ My duty is to protect passengers’ safety and insure a pleasant trip for each of them ! “ “ How beautiful, I admired her from the first moment I saw her. “ “ You’re not allowed to cry ! “ “ He fell for it ! “ “ ( Name ) we’re going full throttle ! “ “ There are all sorts of orders I have to obey, and it’s a real pain. “ “ ... and it seems that ( Name ) is set to inherit some secret hidden treasure that’s been passed down in the royal family. “ “ ( Name ) is a classy girl who’s scary when she gets angry. “ “ I’m afraid that I can’t tell you that at the moment. Even if I did ... I doubt you’d believe me. “ “ My theory is that the seal serves to protect her identity. “ “ Why would that be necessary ? “ “ Through memory - the only way is to remember. “ “ You must become the group’s leader, but you’re the least reliable. “ “ We’re having a very important conversation and you’re playing games !? “ “ You brought your gorgeous friends with you today ! “ “ Really ? A princess ? Blonde and glamorous, probably. “ “ I’d advise against it; I have a bad feeling about it. “ “ Do you truly hold such terrible power ? “ “ I’ll go enjoy it for you ! “ “ Why am I forced to come ? “ “ Change me into a princess ! “ “ Wonderful ! It’s like a foreign movie ! “ “ This is so nice ! Here I am in a beautiful dress ! Oh, I’d like at least one dance ... “ “ I can’t find the restroom ! “ “ Here I’m finally a princess ... but I’m all alone. This is no fun ! “ “ At precisely this moment, I was just hoping I’d meet you again. “ “ Yes, you are indeed useless ! “ “ The secret treasure is mine ! Outta my way ! MOVE ! “ “ ( Name ) get a hold of yourself - it’s dangerous here ! “ “ She’s possessed by an evil spirit ! No ! The enemy ! “ “ The only way to manage the darkness is with even greater light ! “ “ What have I just been doing ? “ “ This feeling ... It feels a bit nostalgic, like I’ve felt it somewhere before. “ “ Since we’re both after the same thing, that may mean that I could be an enemy. “ “ Is this the coming of a storm ? “ “ Somebody is calling for me. “ “ This fog is so thick ... that I can’t see. “ “ It’s like I’m always having weird dreams lately, but I can’t remember them. “ “ You know, you should live your life a bit more nervously. “ “ We really have no idea who he truly is --- so maybe try to avoid him ? “ “ I’m the weirdo, right ? I just hear the name and my heart goes racing. I’m just weird. “ “ When I’m in his arms, it’s like an old familiar feeling. “ “ They say being a June bride is your ticket to a happy marriage. “ “ She’s so tall and she looks strong ! “ “ She’s supposed to have herculean strength and was kicked out of her last private school. “ “ You can’t go spacing out like that ! “ “ You know, everyone seems so skittish - no one will talk to me. “ “ Can you tell me if there’s a cheap supermarket around here ? “ “ ( Name ) doesn’t know when to be afraid. “ “ I can still picture that mannequin on the balcony looking like she’s ready to jump off. “ “ You mean that’s the shop that’s cursed ? ” “ The mannequin on the balcony wanders around at night, trying to seduce the male passersby ! “ “ ... And if you buy a dress from the shop, you become cursed by the ghost bride and spend your life in misery. “ “ If he was, he’s got no one to blame but himself for being lured in by a ghost. ” “ I just don’t trust men. “ “ I’ve been waiting for you. “ “ Look into my eyes ... I love you. “ “ Shall we begin our wedding ceremony in Hell ? “ “ Stealing the sacred form of the blushing bride and whispering of ‘ love ‘ ?! “ “ We won’t stand for it ! “ “ One with wisdom must use it for the sake of humanity and the world ! “ “ These high heeled legs will deliver your punishment ! “ “ I’ll let you know about a woman’s pure feelings with raw strength ! “ “ What really made me decide to transfer was a sense that there was a place I had to be. “ “ The wind guided me directly to this place. “ “ It seemed there was something far more important ...even more important than falling in love that was waiting for me here. “ “ You’re right ! We don’t have the luxury of the time it takes to cry over a man. “ “ I have a duty I must perform. “ “ Somebody calls to me from my dreams. “ “ Recently my dreams have been waking me up. “ “ - But he really is kind of mean ... is that your type, ( Name ) ? “ “ Did you see the newspaper ?! This could mean trouble ! “ “ What were you thinking ?! It’s not a joke ! “ “ I know, but I never thought they’d resort to this ? “ “ You mean, we’re supposed to find and protect something as outrageously powerful as that ?! “ “ It is your destiny to do so. “ “ A princess who has the blood of the moon’s royalty. “ “ I need you no more, you witless human trash ! “ “ My bad judgment and actions brought us to this point. “ “ NO ! I didn’t mean for this to happen ! “ “ I don’t have any power at all ! I’m so useless ! I can’t do anything to help at a time like this ! “ “ You used too much power, but well done ... “

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obsidiancreates · 3 years

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What’s This? An AU, of An AU, of An AU? Hell Yeah Baby AU Turducken.

(An AU of the Sia RP Roleplay, which is an AU of my Vampire Markiplier Egos AU. AU cubed.)

(Sia and Evan are @sororia04s’s OCs!)

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Doc stumbles through the forest, panting. Stupid speed, work, work.

“Come back! The ritual is incomplete!”

Doc keeps quiet, but in his head he’s screaming, 'Why would I want to change that?!’

He shouts as he slams into another person. He scrambles to his feet, expecting another- another wizard or whatever they were-

Instead he’s face-to-face with another terrified person, looking at him with wide eyes. “Who-who are you?”

“Who are you?”

“I-I’m no-one.”

“Me either-”

Doc and his roadblock both shout as two more people slam into them, knocking them both down. They all four get up, ready to fight.

The other two look haggard. Doc looks bad, yes, with blood on his neck and dripping down his chin and his scrubs torn and dirty, but these men look like they’ve been on the run for decades.

The one in the ruined winter coat steps in front of his friend with the pink mustache. “Are you two Hunters?”

Doc and the first roadblock share a confused look.

“What?” they both say at once.

The man in the coat sighs. “Too convincing for Hunter acting, thank god. My name is Dam- er, Dark. This is Willia- Wilford, I mean.”

The man with the pink mustache smiles and waves.

“I-I’m Eric,” the roadblock says, twisting a yellow cloth in his hands.

“Doc.”

They just watch each other warily for a bit.

“... Just been turned?” Dark ventures, looking at Doc’s neck.

Doc puts his hand over it. “Long story,” he says weakly.

“I see him!”

Dark pulls out a knife. “What’s that?”

“The story,” Doc says, “Shit, shit-”

“Climb the trees!”

Dark has scaled the tree before Doc even fully registers the words. He scrambles his way up, and presses against the trunk. Don’t see him, don’t see him, don’t see him-

He hears footsteps, and sickeningly, heartbeats. They’re right below, and oh, gross, his mouth is watering, he’s about to vomit-

“Frick off!”

The shout comes from the ground.

Doc peeks, and sees five guys facing against the, the necromancers, maybe.

“We’re searching for someone,” the head magic guy says.

“Don’t care! Frick off!”

The mage laughs. “Frick? Really?”

The guy, a young man in a dirty tank top, scowls. “Yeah, really! Googles! Go to town!”

The four other men move forward in unison, and Doc closes his eyes as screams ring through the trees. He hears most of the mages escape, but he can smell enough blood to know it wasn’t without losses.

Things are silent for a moment.

“You dudes can come down!”

Doc peeks out again.

“You have a murder squad!” he hears Dark shout back.

“Yeah, but you dudes are vamps! I am too! Kinda! So like, we’re all being hunted by dudes, yeah?”

There’s a pause, and then Dark and Wilford appear back on the ground. Eric follows. Doc sighs, steps down... and unceremoniously tumbles out of the tree.

“Ow,” he wheezes.

The guy in the tank top helps him up. “Don’t worry bruh, that leg’ll heal right up. I’m Bing, these are the Google bros. They’re named after their colors.”

The four other men make no introductions.

“They’re androids,” Bing says. “Still working on getting them to not hate people.”

“And-androids?” Eric steps away from them. “Like-like robots?”

Bing nods. “That’s who I’m being hunted down by. I’m the world’s first ever working cyborg, and like, a whole buncha androids and robots want me to lead an uprising thing.”

“Oh,” Doc says weakly. “That’s what those guys want me for, but um, not robots.”

“Oh, sweet! Er, I mean, that sucks. Uh-”

“Wait!” Dark is looking into the woods. “Hang on, I know that feeling-”

Two more people tumble out of the woods yet again. Dark catches on, and his eyes widen in disbelief. “The DA?”

The person moves out of his arms, an equally disbelieving look on their face. They bring their hands up and sign, “Damien?”

The other man gets up, groaning. “I’m fine, thanks for asking,” he grumbles.

“Mark,” The DA signs, “Mark, it’s Damien!”

“Holy- you’re alive? Your file said you were probably dead.”

“Really? ... Then why the fuck are you Hunters always after me?”

Mark shrugs. “They kept a lot of secrets. Former Hunters, by the way.”

“Dude, we’ve got a whole troop going!” Bing looks excited by this.

“Hey Bing?”

“Yeah, Doc Dude?”

“You can let go now. My leg did heal up, I think.”

“Oh, yeah, for suh dude! Sorry.”

Doc stands up, and tests his leg. “Oh, that’s freaky.”

“You-you get used to-to it,” Eric says tiredly.

“If there’s anyone else in the woods, please come out now!” Wilford shouts.

“There can’t possibly be-”

Three more people step out.

Dark throws up his hands. “What do I know? A hundred and thirty years old and I’m still oblivious.”

The guy in the middle, a man with a once-white shirt and striped pants, waves a little. “We’s was hoping youse would move on, to be fairs. We’s bein’ hunted too.”

“By Hunters?”

“Uh, I’m bein’ hunted by my olds dance troop.”

“Oh. That’s... new.”

“The Host is being hunted by a group of Artistic Sadists whom he used to be friends with.”

Everyone startles, getting a proper look at that guy for the first time. Bing slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle a scream, and Eric starts to hyperventilate.

“The Host is aware he has no eyes. He will not be offended by freak outs.”

“No, no, I’m over it,” Bing says, voice a little strained. “It’s bad-butt. ... I have a swearing filter in my programming, please don’t look at me like that. I literally can’t control it.”

The last man raises his hand. “Hi, Bim Trimmer. Have you heard of my family before? Old money, stuck up, evil assholes who want to sacrifice me to gain immortality and power.”

Doc and Eric speak at the same moment.

“I think that’s what the mage guys wanted to do to me.” “I-I’m on the-the run from my-my dad too.”

“Oh, we already have something in common. How nice.”

They all stand around looking at each other for a while.

“... You guys wanna team up?” Bing suggests.

Bim gives him a look, raising his eyebrow. “We just met. And it seem like most of us already have teams.”

“Look, we’re all being hunted, yeah? By a buncha different groups. But like, we’re a small army, right? There’s like, fourteen of us. We might as well stick together.”

“We don’t even know each other,” Dark argues.

“We know none of us are trying to kill each other! That’s already way better than most of our interactions with strangers, yeah?”

There’s murmurings of agreement.

“Alright, so, let’s just like, try to trust each other, and see if we can, I dunno, manage to make a home base. Pretty obvious we’ve all been running for our lives for like, years on end, so-”

Doc and Eric shout, jumping to the side, as two more people roll out of the woods. This time, people with heartbeats.

They both get to their feet as quick as they can. The woman holds a pocket knife in her hands, and the young man holds a heavy book. Siblings, clearly. They press against each other, eyes wild and with a readiness to fight.

There’s a tense silence, a breeze the only disturbance in the area.

And then Bim speaks up.

“So, who’s chasing you two?”

The two siblings look confused for a moment.

“We’re all being hunted,” Dark says in the voice of someone who’s rehashing something he’s tired of rehashing.

“... It’s personal,” the woman says.

“Is it your family? That’s what I first said, and the answer if my family,” Bim replies.

“... Maybe.”

“What’re your names?” Dark asks.

“... Sia.”

The young man looks at her like she’s crazy, and she shrugs. He looks up. “... Evan.”

“Nice too meet you.” “Hi.” “It-it’s a pleasure.” There’s a whole speech’s worth of different greetings.

Bing beams at them. “Want to join our club?”

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sebastianshaw · 3 years

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@sammysdewysensitiveeyes So, you asked me not long ago, how I’d feel about Haven as a mutant on Krakoa. As it happens, I’m on an RP Discord where I write her as such, since they allow characters there to be mutants who aren’t mutants in canon, in order to join the RP, since it’s set on Krakoa. I made her a healer, able to heal herself and others. Super on the nose, but it’s what she would want, and it also fulfills *my* desire for her not to be hurt anymore (I mean, she still can be, she’ll just recover) Anyway, in March I wrote this for her in that setting. Featuring Shaw as usual since he’s one of my other muses there and, well, you know I love writing my faves together and their conversations because self-indulgence. No obligation to read, just I remembered I had written it and was like “Oh that’s like what Sammy asked about”

Shaw’s latest job was to spread the Krakoan medicine throughout the country of India. A considerable task; India was made up of no less than 28 states and 8 union territories, with an immense and diverse population. There were the dilapidated slums and rural villages that Westerners most often imagined, but there were also bustling cosmopolitan cities, centers of business and technology and commerce to rival New York, and it was in the biggest of these that Shaw was starting---

Mumbai.

Accompanying him on the recommendation of Charles Xavier was Radha Dastoor---Haven of the healing gardens, whom he had previously met when she had helped with his back. At first Shaw had thought this was a bit racist of Charles, but it turned out not only was Haven from Mumbai specifically herself, she had wonderful connections for the tasks. Her philanthropy had connected her with doctors, hospitals, shelters, and its hidden communities of those suffering afflictions such as the oft-claimed-eradicated leprosy. But, Shaw could have done most of that himself, aside from the hidden colonies. No, where Haven came in most handy was, shockingly, her knowledge of Mumbai’s criminal underworld. Not because she had ever been involved with it, but because she had done so much work getting people out of it---the women and children she had worked to get out of human trafficking rings, the survival sex workers rescued from abusive pimps, the children enticed away from little “found families” of criminals who used them for their dirty work. . .the list went on. And of course she hadn’t been able to do all that alone, she had been funding an entire network of people to get this done, to keep the rescued parties safe and help them in getting to a new life, to block off or arrest those who tried to take them back or attack the rescuers themselves (Haven had been a target MANY times, but those had been in the days when she’d been kept safe by The Adversary’s powers. . . ) and thus she had an abundance of detectives and double agents on the inside. And because they were on the inside, they could bring in the medicine. . . and bring out the mutants being sold, enslaved, and Heaven wept at what else. Mutants that, for the moment, were staying with them in The Rajmani. Haven’s wealth was originally inherited, but she’d kept it coming---so that she could keep giving it away---through The Rajmani, a luxury heritage hotel on par with the likes of New York’s Ritz or Plaza. In income, anyway. In beauty, it surpassed them both. Well, perhaps that was subjective, but it was built within a restored Mughal Palace, and Shaw had to admit he was impressed with the great domes and slender minarets, the massive vaulted gateways and delicate ornamentation, the elegant water gardens and charbagh walkways through the carefully cultivated yet lush tropical greenery. Most of all, though, he liked learning the fact that the woman earned at least a little of her own money in some kind of sense, even if by her own admission she only owned it, not managed it. Shaw looked down on those who only inherited wealth, just as they had often looked down on him for earning his. Haven, though, did not seem to look down on him. She didn’t seem to have the proverbial stones to look down on anybody, and she certainly was around people who actually deserved it. She seemed to love being around that type, in fact, went out of her way to benefit them, centered her entire life around it. Some people, Shaw had found, were just mad like that. He suspected that it had something to do with growing up with money, taking it front granted and thus not comprehending its worse. But at least she didn’t dare think she was better than him, so she was that sensible at least. Although it was the last word he’d describe her with. No, if he were to describe Radha “Haven” Dastoor, he’d probably start with insipid, senseless, and downright delusional. But she was also. . .not an unengaging conversationalist. The reverse, actually. “The Mughals were constantly trying to invade Mumbai,” Haven explained, while Shaw nodded along. He was interested in architecture, and in martial history. “But as much of India as they had conquered, the native Marathis were just as constantly pushing them back. It was touch and go for decades. It surprises me that a Mughal structure remained without being torn down, though it was taken over.” “The native Marathis, you say---are Mughals not native? Or merely from another part of India?” “Well, that’s a complicated question, and the answer is a controversial one, so I till try to explain it as neutrally as I can,” Haven replied, and she indeed sounded neutral. They were standing together on the jharoka, an elaborately carved balcony with a roof, each with a glass of nimbu pani, though Shaw would have preferred a good Scotch. “The Mughal Empire in South Asia was begun by Babur, who came from Central Asia, specifically what is today Uzbekistan. His tribe was of Mongol origin, and the word Mughal is itself derived from “Mongol”. He actually came to South Asia to escape his fellow Uzbeks---it’s a very long story--but instead of being a refugee, he became a conqueror, starting by burning Lahore for two days and killing the last Sultan of the Lodi dynasty in Delhi, and the Lodi dynasty itself was not Indian, but Afghan. India was colonized by the Middle East long before Europe decided to try its hand. But to answer your question. . .they did not begin as Indian, no, but they were a part of our country for two hundred years and left a deep mark in our culture---clothing, food, language, art, and, of course, the buildings. But, the same could also be said of the British, and you would be hard-pressed to find anyone, including myself, who considers the British Raj to have been “Indian” simply because they were there for a long time and forced their ways upon us. At the same time, my mother is a Parsi, a people who originate from Iran, thousands of years ago---Parsi comes from “Persian”. And how can one tell me my mother, who was born and raised here, whose mother’s mothers and father’s fathers were born and raised here, that she was not Indian? And though Babur came from elsewhere, his sons and successors were born and raised here, and often to Indian mothers, and their descendants dwell here still, with no other homeland, so are they not Indian? Because if they were not, then perhaps I am not either, at least by half. Ultimately. . . it depends which Mughals, at what time period, and whom you ask, I suppose.” “And I suppose there’s also a difference between ethnicity and nationality to be considered,” Shaw said, though Haven was now losing his interest with this topic. He’d been more interest in the invasions and warring. “Ethnically, one can be anything, and still nationally be American if you were born there or otherwise have citizenship. But, I suppose you need not contemplate such matters anymore--” He cracked a wry smile as she, with a questioning look, awaited the rest of his sentence. “---after all, we are all Krakoan now, are we not? We’re all mutants, and that’s the only thing that matters.” Haven smiled back, not wryly but sincerely, “Oh, I am now, yes. But I am also still everything I was before. I have been balancing multiple identities my entire life Mr. Shaw, I believe I shall be able to continue to do so. But I must confess--” A moment of hesitation. “--I do not truly think of myself as a mutant yet.” She was not sure what reaction that she had expected to this confession, but it was not what Shaw said next. “I don’t either, Ms. Dastoor.” She looked at him in surprise. “Or rather,” he elaborated, “I do not consider myself a mutant in any sense other than in the way I consider myself to have black hair. It’s a physical fact, but nothing else. It is not a “culture” or “identity” to me, and in truth I find such attitudes to be foolish and even dangerous, not to mention a sign that an individual lacks their own personality and convictions and thus must merely default to group identity politics. Being a mutant tells you nothing about me, Ms. Dastoor, and so if I were to talk about who I am, that’s not something I’d include any more than my eye color.” “That’s an especially interesting perspective from someone on Krakoa’s Council,” said Haven, sounding very curious, “Could I ask you---” But her voice was cut off by the unmistakable sound of gunshots---and from INSIDE the building. “The children!” Haven exclaimed. It was not just her and Shaw that were lodged at The Rajmani tonight; it was where the mutants they had rescued were staying before the journey to the nearest portal tomorrow. And most were, indeed, children. As quickly as she spoke, she was moving back inside from the jharoka, but Shaw grabbed her by the elbow, easily holding her back despite her not being a small or weak woman despite her gentle demeanor. Haven was large, and could carry a grown man. But Shaw didn’t even need to be rough to halt her. “You stay put,” he said sternly, “The guards will handle this.” “Mr. Shaw---” “They are better equipped than you, Ms. Dastoor, you will only interfere--” Shaw and Haven had, of course, not come alone. Shaw had brought several trained mutants on his own payroll---not everyone needed to be one of the X-Men to be capable of handling a few humans and their toys--and they had been tasked with keeping watch over, as Shaw had earlier referred to them as, the latest flock of Krakoa’s little sheep. A statement Haven had also wondered about, though it was far from her mind now. Haven might have been about to argue with him. She might have been about to admit he was right, and she should hang back. But as with her question, she was cut off by a gunshot as she turned her face back to him and started to speak. A gunshot, and bullet through the back of her head. It exited through her right eye, and bounced off Shaw’s face and fell to the floor. She would have as well, had he not caught her as she crumpled. When her healing factor had repaired her enough that she regained consciousness, she was on Krakoa again, as were all the refugees, safe and sound. And so was Shaw. “Well, Ms. Dastoor,” he said, “You’ve been murdered---or rather, nearly so--by perfect strangers for a quirk of your genetics. Nothing can make you more of a mutant than that, wouldn’t you agree?” Haven smiled slightly, “I feel as much a mutant as perhaps a Mughal might feel Indian, Mr. Shaw. Take that as you will.” He took it ambiguously. Which was indeed how she had meant it. == END==

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #457

“blue are the words i say and what i think / blue are the feelings that live inside of me”

Do you buy your lingerie at Victoria’s Secret? No. That shit is so overpriced and not for my size group. Would you ever use an online dating service? I never would again. Are you good at multitasking? ABSOLUTELY NOT. Have you ever eaten Frosted Mini Wheats? Ugh, those are so gross. What does your bikini look like? You think THIS bitch wears a bikini??????????????????????? Does age really matter in a relationship? To an extent, yes. How much does the last person you kissed mean to you? I honestly don't even know if I'd be here without her. Almost like magic, Sara popped back into my life right after I returned home from the hospital following my suicide attempt. She helped make recovery possible as a solid source of support. Do you use lotion? Not NEARLY enough. My skin is so dry; I need to. Do you believe in teenage love? I experienced it deeply and thoroughly, so yes. Have you ever sat on the roof of your house? No. Do you like Sublime? I like that one popular one of theirs. "Santaria" or whatever it's called? What’s your favorite movie genre? Paranormal horror, especially the "found footage" type. It's creepy to imagine it being actually real. Is there a celebrity that you’d be willing to have a one night stand with? If he was single? I know in my gut I would lmaooooo Do you want to live in your current town the rest of your life? OH MY GOD PLEASE NO If you found out today your best friend was gay what would you do? She's demisexual, so. She can like anybody. If you could get a pet for free today-what kind/what name? A tegu, because it wouldn't need an enclosure that I don't have. I'd let it free roam. God, I can only imagine Roman's reaction. How many people have you slept with? If you mean what I think you do by "slept," one. Do you ever wish you had a family business to become a part of? Not really. What’s the most gruesome way you could come up with to kill someone? Hunny, have you seen my dark RP????? The world best be glad I'm a pacifist lmfao Do you think anyone deserves to die that way? I don't believe in torture, so no. If you had to fight for survival, what would your weapon of choice be? A gun, I guess? I'd want something with range and that's quick. I wanted to say a bow and arrow, but preparing another arrow after shooting once could really cost you your life. Where did you buy your favorite pair of jeans? I don't wear jeans anymore. Do you have a large dog? We don't have a dog, period. If not, are you afraid of them? No, I love big 'ole puppos!!!!! I just don't wanna own a dog myself. Are you good at playing darts? Holy fuck no, I have NO hand-eye coordination. I once stabbed the guy at a balloon popping booth thing with a dart in the arm, if that tells you anything, ooooooooooof. Do you like breaded chicken sandwiches? YESSSSSSSSS omg Do your parents know that/if you smoke? They know that I don’t. Have you ever been under a blacklight? Omg so in elementary school, we did this thing once where we all washed our hands as best we could and then put them under some sort of light (maybe a blacklight, idk???) to see JUST how resilient germs are. You gotta scrub the fuck out ya hands, people. How many pounds do you want to lose? I'd rather not share a number, but a lot. What’s your favorite natural phenomenon? The Northern Lights. Do you snore? Very surprisingly for someone with sleep apnea like mine, I actually don't. How many people do you know with the same first name as you? Off the very top of my head, one, but it's spelled differently. I KNOW I know of a shitload more Brittanys, though. Is it possible you could be pregnant? Well, I haven't been intimate with a man in years and just finished my period, so like- Could you go a day without texting? I go most days without texting. Do you have a step-parent? My dad is remarried, so yes. If so, do you get along with them? She's EXTREMELY Christian, so her beliefs wildly disagree with mine, but I keep my mouth shut a lot just to keep the peace. She IS a very sweet woman, nevertheless, and am glad she and my dad are so happy together. Does your current/last job require that you wear a uniform? My last job (which lasted not even two hours lol) did. When will your driver’s license expire? My permit has been expired for like... two years. Do you live in an apartment? No. If the last person you kissed proposed to you what would you say? That's too wild a concept to even imagine. I'd probably ask if she was okay lmao. Would you ever get back with one of your exes? Weeeelp, I want to get back together with Girt. Pretty badly. Write a foreign word, and what it means: "Schadenfreude" is a German term that essentially means secondhand embarrassment, but it doesn't have a perfect translation. Is there an ex you think about everyday? Inevitably. That's PTSD, my friends. Who is the last person that you said I love you to, besides family members? Sara. What's the worst thing you have ever said to anyone? Something along the lines of "no one could ever love you like I do." It boils my blood just typing that; I considered even deleting this question. That quote right there is fucking manipulation, even IF I thoroughly believed it. Who was the last person to comment one of your pictures? I don't feel like looking. Do you tend to go for older or younger when looking for someone to date? It's weird, I'm into slightly older-than-me guys, but probably girls who are barely a bit younger than me. Have you ever been used? I don't think so. Have you ever not been able to get someone out of your head? Like I've said in plenty of surveys: Jason is probably a permanent fixture. But also as of the past two days, Girt's been living up there. I went from "hmmm I just don't know how I feel" to "FUCK I want to talk to him about how stupidly into him I am right this fucking INSTANT" pretty goddamn fast. It kinda scares me just because of how extreme my feelings are. Again. That's only ever gotten me hurt. Buuuut let's not get into that. Have you ever got caught cheating on a test? No, because I've never tried to. Will your next kiss be a mistake? I hope it won't be. But it's not like I know the future. Have you ever worn an oxygen mask? Actually yes, when I was young and thought I was having an asthma attack or something. Mom had one for her own asthma. Then I obviously wore one for surgery. What song do you want to be played at your funeral? "Paradise" by Coldplay is absolutely #1. How many swear words are in the song you’re listening to? I'm not listening to music; I'm back to watching Gab play Sekiro. What color was the last swimsuit you wore? Black. Have you ever kissed anyone of the same sex, and if so, who? Yeah, just Sara. Who did you last tell to ‘shut up’? Ha, I think my WoW friend Lyndsey, but only playfully, of course. We pick fun at each other all the time. Would you ever get a tattoo of a boyfriend/girlfriend's name? NOOOOOOOOO. Are you one of those girls who already have baby names picked out? I know what I'd name my kids IF I actually wanted any, yeah, but I don't. Do you think guys with long hair are attractive? Yessss, I love long hair on guys. Are any of your siblings taller than you? I think Ashley is a liiiiil bit taller? I know my brother is, for sure. Have you ever scared someone so badly that they cried? Yikes, no. When was the last time you wore high heels? Boy oh boy, no idea. Is there someone that you want to hurt right now? Jeez, no thanks. What was the most interesting or colorful birthday cake you’ve had? I don't remember, but I'm sure something from childhood. What was the last thing someone bought you? Was it expensive? Mom bought me food from McD's, which obviously isn't expensive. Do you have any interesting moles anywhere you don’t want people to know of? No. Have you ever gotten high or drunk in a really formal place? Strong "no" there. Do you ever write poetry and post it on any certain websites? On the very rare occasion I write poetry and actually like it, I'll sometimes post it on dA. What do you miss most about your childhood? Actually, genuinely having fun and not dealing with fucking anhedonia. Would you like to know the precise date of your future death? Hell no. Do you photograph well? I'd like to hope so. Are there any animals you flat out refuse to touch? Maggots and similar bug larvae. What super power would you refuse, if it was offered to you, and why? Mind reading. It just sounds... awful and overwhelming. What’s your favorite discontinued product that you wish would come back? Oh, I KNOW I have answers to this, just none are coming to me immediately and I don't feel like sitting here for five minutes thinking about it. If adults had show and tell, what would you bring into work? My snek! :') If you had a reset button for the last 10 years, would you press it? Tempting, but... I don't think I would. I cannot go through how deep my depression was again. Who is someone you would never swear in front of? My nieces and nephew. Yes, I don't believe in profanity being a "thing" and is just a stupid human fabrication, but nevertheless I acknowledge societal standards and expectations, and they're way too young to get when you shouldn't say something like that and why. Have you ever won a contest or competition? A few. Who is your favorite TV character? I don't think I really have one? Do you coo over other people’s babies? Not really, no. Sometimes I'll think they're super cute and be like "awww," but I don't like... squeal and spaz like some people do. What is something that makes you very squeamish? VOMIT. Has there been a celebrity death that really affected you? Steve Irwin got me deeper than anyone else. Chester Bennington hit real hard, too. If you’re out of high school, have you stayed in touch with your high school friends? If you’re still in school, do you think you will? Most of my closest ones, yes, at least via Facebook. What’s a movie that you want to see? Old movie, but Jacob's Ladder. It was a massive influence on Silent Hill, so naturally, I'll probably love it. It's a classic, anyway. Do you use the same username everywhere online or do you have a lot? I use "Ozzkat" in most places, but I do have some other ones for different sites. Who was the last person you know who became pregnant? My friend Ana recently revealed she's expecting her second child, a boy. What fad were you actually into? I have zero clue. Have you ever tailgated? Would you want to? Fuck no. That's how so many wrecks happen. My sister legit got in a wreck with an 18-wheeler mostly because she was tailgating (which she does BADLY); she was trying to pass, and he moved over at the same time because he couldn't see her coming around. It's a borderline miracle she got out with only some cuts, bruises, and a seatbelt burn. Have patience, people. Get off cars' asses. Why did you fall for the last person romantically? Look, don't get me started on this. There are a shitload of reasons and I have been way too emotional over this the past few days laksdfja;lwke What’s the last thing you had to eat? A bagel w/ cream cheese for breakfast. Do you ever pick up your house phone? We don't have a landline phone. Truth be told, are you more into looks or personalities the most? Personalities, for sure. I cannot be into you if your personality isn't attractive.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''i'm blue'' by eiffel 65

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peak-dumbass · 4 years

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Thoughts on Sons of Garmadon cuz redesigns :]

Also instead of watching all of the season and then adding my thoughts later I instead took notes while watch the season so that’s why this post is incredibly long, sorry about that :/

Anyway enjoy :>

Sorry for the accidental posting and I don’t want to rewrite everything so here’s from the original post

Lloyd reading the title of the episode also caught me off guard the first time I watched this

Basically Lloyd caught me off guard entirely the first time I watched this

Also his eyebrows are now THICC

“Still thirsty?”

...

I can see why people like Nya a lot (._.’)

Nya’s badass and f—king love her

Also the water bubbles she makes look really nice

Jay mimicking Cole is adorable

The first time we see them after a year and the first thing we see them do is argue and disturb a group of people that took a vow of silence

I love them

“Did I call you at a bad time?” They’re in the middle of a fight with the mechanic, what do think?

Also Pixal calling Lloyd “Master Lloyd” :’/

“Whoever said fight fire with fire clearly didn’t know what they were talking about.” “Hey, you’re stealing my lines!” I love you Kai

“Who likes ice cream? I do! How was that line Kai?” I love you Zane

Them teasing Lloyd for his deeper voice and them just genuinely having family fun bonding time just fills me with such happiness that I can’t describe with words :’’’’’’’’>

Misako abandons Lloyd yet again, and she was just starting to act like a good mother in Hands of Time >:/

Jay is not understanding a single thing being said to him, but at least he’s trying 👌

Their excuse for not mentioning the royal family throughout the series is “they like their privacy”? Really? Like really? Are they expecting us to believe this bullish-t?

Lloyd seeing Harumi for the first time: Can You Feel The Love Tonight🎶

Now Cole’s the only one who hasn’t had a crush in the series he is so gay and the writers can’t convince me otherwise

Can I just say the lighting for the inside of the place is beautiful? Cuz it is.

Also I just realized Cole’s the only ninja that isn’t wearing sleeves on his ninja suit, that’s cool👌

Since Harumi’s natural hair color is white, does that mean she’s albino?

“The maskes must never be reunited” Says the person who reunited the mask >:/ I know she’s acting good here but still

“No thank you, I actually gave up sweets. My body is a temple.” The moment I heard that for the first time I was like “WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO MY BOI?! WHO HAS HURT HIM?!”

Lloyd, stop stalking the princess, that’s illegal >:|

“Don’t worry, we’re ninja, we’re experts at this kind of thing” They proceed to loose the mask, let their main villain onto their ship, and Lloyd gets a crush on her :/

Grade A ninja-ing right there 👌👌👌

I’m on episode 2 and seeing Harumi acting nice and sweet and connecting with Lloyd and knowing that she’s faking all of it, I just feel so so so so bad for Lloyd :’<

Cole, don’t try to give Lloyd advice about girls when you aren’t even attracted to them

Ok so I procrastinated a bunch on doing this for some reason so Yee, let’s continue

I’ve only seen Mystake for 1 scene and if anything ever happens to her I’ll kill everyone in this room and myself

Oof I’m now sad and realize why everyone likes her

Ok so we all agree the tea Mystake gave Jay and Lloyd to see the drawings move is weed right? Or had weed in it?

Why is Cole hiding in a garbage bin when Zane is using a perfectly good newspaper? Also oh boy can’t wait to see Rocky DangerBuff and Snake Jaguar in action :3

The way Snake walked into the bar Jesus

and I’m trying to watch this without skipping it cuz to me the whole thing is very awkward and I can’t stand awkward stuff like this but I also heard there was glacier so I’m gonna try to watch this without yeeting my phone and burying my face in my pillow

Chloe: Snake is gorgeous and we stan

Me: I know he’s beautiful look at him, he’s amazing

He’s bad boi and baby boi at the same time and I love him

Just added Cole into a scene with the ninja when he’s actually still kidnapped by UV so noice job Ninjago HQ 👏👏👏

Zane looks so weird in the flash of Wu finding him dear god

Stop bothering him Cole, let Zane Rp as Snake for a little bit longer

DAD COLE DAD COLE DAD COLE DAD COLE DAD COLE DAD COLE

Cad is what Cole would have named the baby if it didn’t turn out to be Wu cuz Cole + Dad

Ali: "Why cad?" "Its cooler than Chad cause you take out the h for hoe"

Ali/clumsy you’re a genius

”you didn’t think it would that easy, did you?”

Guys is weird to think that UV is 100 times hotter after saying that line?

Mommy UV vs Dad Cole, Mommy UV is fighting Dad Cole for the baby

Oof I remember what’s gonna happen to Zane y’all and I’m not happy plz Mr.E stahp plz

Mr.E to the SOG after he kicks Zane’s ass: Guess who just got murdered!

“Not all men-“

Me: You’re right, Zane Ninjago would never do this

Mr.E: I’m on my way, I’m on my way, I’m on my way to kick Zane’s ass :D!

Cole is Pearl from SU confirmed, he was staring at baby Wu sleeping

Harumi: Maybe we can use this blanket at a Parachute?

Lloyd: What do this is a cartoon?!

Lloyd proceeds to do the exact thing he said wouldn’t work

Also Harumi is the best actor I’ve ever seen like seriously 10/10 👌 actor, playing with Lloyd’s heart strings like she’s been doing it for years

“How to be a heartbreaker” is Harumi’s jam and theme song

SO I WAS ADDING MY THOUGHTS ON HERE AND TUMBLR JUST DECIDED TO BE A LITTLE B-TCH AND CLOSE ON ME BEFORE I SAVED MY THOUGHTS AND NOW MY THOUGHTS ON HALF EPISODE 5 AND 6 ARE GONE OOF SO I’M JUST GONNA SAY THAT PIXAL IS HAVING SELF ESTEEM ISSUES OR SOMETHING SIMILAR AND SHE’S AMAZING AND IT’S MAKING ME SAD THAT ALL SHE SEES HERSELF AS ASSISTANCE AND NOTHING MORE

Also Lloyd falls onto a few branches and gets a hurt arm that requires a blanket while Nya was at the front of the ship with 0 protecction and was basically yeeted to the main deck while it crashed into the jungle and she doesn’t even get a break?!

I know Nya is stronger than Lloyd but GOSH DIDDLY DARN I didn’t know she was that STRONK!

Baby Wu: “Ninja never quit hehehehehe”

The ninja:

Lloyd: Confused Green Bean Noises

Harumi: kisses him on the cheek

Lloyd: •////• completely forgets what he was confused about

Harumi saved by lovestruck Lloyd and boners

Cole to Baby Wu: You took care of us, it’s only fair that we take care of you.

Me:

GOD I LOVE COLE HE’S AMAZING

Harumi and Lloyd during that one waterfall scene in Episode 6:

Also Harumi’s backstory for why she likes Garmadon and hates the ninja including Lloyd, it completely makes sense cuz she was a child that over heard that the ninja didn’t do sh-t and Garmadon saved the city so it makes sense why she hates the ninja and believes Garmadon should be Ninjago’s leader, and since it happened when she was young she didn’t think things through, she didn’t think about it from the ninja perspective and especially didn’t think about it from Lloyd’s perspective cuz she was a child, kids don’t tend to think about the other person’s perspective on things, so I think it makes sense and it’s really good 👌 also this is Ninjago’s first main female villain, all the other ones were either second in command or were in a crew that worked for a bigger villain so yeah that’s cool

“Don’t you guys have any idea what she’s doing? She’s resurrecting Garmadon! Lord Garmadon!” Yeah no sh-t Kai, the name of their gang is “Sons of Garmadon”, of course they know and of course they’re ok with it why do think they’re helping her?

“Then it’s a good thing the Quiet One isn’t a bad guy but a bad girl” It doesn’t matter that Pythor, Chen, Morro, and Garmadon had dicc, what matters is that the greater evil didn’t listen to them dipsh-t.

Harumi screams a lot, like Princess Peach/Damsel-in-distress amount of high pitch screaming and I’m surprised Lloyd or the other ninja haven’t told her to shut up at one point.

a slightly dark room suddenly turns a little bit darker

Harumi:

Lloyd: Jesus even when I was a kid I had tougher skin then you, I know this is a little hypocritical for my to say, but grow the f—k up god

Ok woah woah woah, how did Lloyd go from “I didn’t tell you about the fact that I’m part Oni, Mystake only told me and Jay” to “You’re the Quiet One” like he isn’t wrong but how did he put it together in such little amount of time?

Ok this is how the Lloyd vs Harumi fight should have gone down:

Lloyd: Give me a good reason not do destroy it right now.

Harumi: I’ll give you 2. You want to see your father again and you love me.

Lloyd: HAH! While you busy being a heterosexual b-tch I studied the blade!

Lloyd kicks Harumi’s ass and the day is saved

Am I wrong? Lloyd only met Harumi a couple of days ago, it’s like Anna from Frozen but LEGOs

“Love is an open door” is Llorumi shippers theme song

“I WANT YOU TO FEEL THE EMPTINESS THAT I FEEL”

B-TCH HAVE YOU NOT SEEN HIS F—KING CHILDHOOD HE HAS MORE TRAUMA THEN YOU WILL EVER GET YOUR F—KING LIFE TIME!!!

I KNOW SHE IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER AND THAT SHE HASN’T SEEN HIS LIFE LIKE WE HAVE BUT DAMN IF IT ISN’T ACTIVATING MY PROTECC-LLOYD-AT-ALL-COSTS-AND-THAT-THIS-IS-TOTAL-BULLSH-T INSTINCTS

“Or we’ll have to get all ninja on you!” “What does that even mean?” “I don’t know I was improvising” Tbh that’s a mood Kai, at least to me

Lloyd: Guys, Rumi is the Quiet One!

The ninja who are currently surrounded by the SOG including Harumi: Oh really, ya don’t say?

Lloyd just got yeeted out of a waterfall so it sorta makes sense why he didn’t notice

Lloyd said I won’t let you get away with this and Harumi said YEET

They have Lloyd they have the masks and we have trouble

Baby Wu: Puppy!

that ain’t a puppy Sensei it’s a giant underwater scorpion monster

I forgot they tamed the giant underwater scorpion monster and named it Crabby, and Jay hugged one of Crabby’s claws, Jay’s favorite pet the ninja have ever had is Crabby confirmed

“So this is your true face without the mask, no wonder you covered it” Damn Lloyd is salty, LET LLOYD SAY F—K 2020

Chloe: Lloyd said "bitch u ugly" poetically

Me: Yeah, he got the saltiness from Kai and the poetic speech from Zane

“There was never anything between us”

One episode earlier

“You want your father back, and you love me”

One episode earlier

Harumi kisses Lloyd on cheek and proteccs him from the corrupted Samurai X suit

Me:

Harumi gets close to Lloyd

Me: KICK HER IN THE NONEXISTENT BALLS

Yay the most useful and totally not child abandoning character, Misako, is here and giving Lloyd information that he already knew and is being incredibly useful buy not only abandoning Lloyd for a second time in his life but also finding Baby Wu for the SOG Hooray

“Stop Rumi, this isn’t you!” B-tch you’ve only known her for a couple of days, and she has played with your heart, in dangered your friends, and tried to kill you and your friends on multiple occasions, and she nearly succeeded on killing Zane (though tbh Zane gets nearly killed every season so that isn’t a surprise)

“You were right, this isn’t me” YOU SERIOUSLY BELIEVED HE’LL FALL FOR THAT BULLSH-T AGAIN? AFTER YOU TRIED TO DROWN HIM AND HIS MOM WHILE SUMMONING HIS EVIL DAD FROM THE DEAD? HAH, B-TCH YOU THOUGHT!

“Stop. Save it for someone who cares” Yesssssss I love youuuuuuu by baby boiiiiii

Sees the arm coming out of the anvil-thing

Me: Terminator Garmadon? Also this is what happens when we complain too much, we also gotta be more specific people! We can’t ask for just Garmadon, we need to ask for Good/Sensei Garmadon or else we’ll get bullsh-t like this!

THE SCENE OF THE NINJA SINGING WEEKEND WHIP JUST PLAYED AND THE HAPPY WHOLESOME VIBES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Also there’s no way harumi gets the resurrection spell right on the first try, like no way, impossible, like she even gets interrupted by Lloyd and the ninja at the end and then Garmadon appears after that? Like I’m not a witch/wizard myself but I’m pretty sure that’s not how spells work? You don’t just start a spell, stop before the spell is finished, and the spell still works :/

Also how the hecc did Garmadon know where to find Harumi? It was never explained, he just like punched his way into the police station and was like “Yo b-tch what’s up?”

“I can turn him once, I can turn him again” ends up getting his ass handed to him and nearly dieing for the millionth time in his life

“That sounds like a really bad idea” “And Kai knows bad ideas, he’s full of them” Oof Kai just got roasted

“Lloyd, what are you doing?” “I’m sorry, Nya. I have to confront him” OOF HE REALLY DID JUST PULL A KAI DIDN’T HE

I’m not gonna quote everything Lloyd says here cuz there’s too much but DAMN HE’S REALLY PISSED OFF AND IS REALLY DOING A KAI JESUS

I know we all wanted Sensei Garmadon back but I’m ngl this Garmadon looks really cool and gives really good evil speeches to unmotivate his opponent

OOF Y’ALL REALLY HAD TO ADD LLOYD HOLDING OUT THE PHOTO OF HIM AND GARMADON WITH LLOYD STRUGGLING SAYING “FATHER” AND THE PHOTO GOING INTO THE WIND DIDN’T Y’ALL MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THAT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND I STILL HAVE TO MAKE IT THROUGH EPISODE 10 WHERE I KNOW LLOYD’S HEART IS GONNA BE RIPED OUT OF HIS CHEST AND STOMPED ON WITH A SPIKED SHOE

F—K HARUMI F—K NINJAGO HQ F—K EMPEROR GARMADON F—K THE SOG JUST LEAVE MY POOR BABY ALONE

Y’all I don’t think I can make it through the next episode f—k man

Holy f—k I forgot Emperor Garmadon reads the title card in episode 10 oof

“Not so fast!” “‘No so fast”?! You used that ages ago!” True, it sucked then and it sucks now

“My brother is coming” “How do you know?” “I know” Dang even baby Wu doesn’t tell people sh-t

“You sure you’re up for this?” “I was married to him once, I’m up for anything” Ok so you’re saying that as if you were the one that was treated badly in that relationship and not the other way around like it should be but whatever floats your boat pal

“Careful!” “Are you actually doubting my ability to closely approximate the true value of our surroundings? I’m a nindroid.” Damn Zane is pissed

COLE LITERALLY JUMPED OFF THE BOUNTY TO CATCH BABY WU NOT KNOWING JAY WAS GONNA CATCH HIM AKA HE WOULD HAVE DIED FOR BABY WU I’M SCREAMING GOD I LOVE COLE

Ok so Lloyd you are excellent at fabulous/eat-a-dicc-b-tch exits like wow 👏👏👏👏👏

Also the scene with the 4 OG ninja and Baby Wu traveling to the first realm looks really really nice ngl

All in all I really really like this season, it’s great 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

#ninjago #ninjago kai #ninjago jay #ninjago zane #ninjago lloyd #ninjago cole #ninjago nya #ninjago harumi #ninjago ultra violet #ninjago mr. e #ninjago misako #ninjago garmadon #ninjago wu #ninjago pixal #ninjago mystake #ninjago incorrect quotes

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ask-theharlequinbrawn · 4 years

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Angsty Headcanons (AKA Old Posts Rediscovered)

**I came across an old Alonzo bio I made on an RP site ages ago. Sadly the site has died off, and while I’m not completely happy with how this is written, I don’t want it to float off into oblivion either, so I’ll paste it here. (Note: The reason it hardly mentions Victoria is that [if I recall correctly] no one had claimed her yet and so her involvement in the story was *pending* the agreement of whoever would end up playing her. It’s not because Alonzo only loves his brother and ignores his sister’s existence or anything. ;))**

Alonzo, along with his younger sister Victoria and brother Mistoffelees from a later litter, was born to an upperclass queen who mated with a henchtom. He has clear memories of his mother, but only haphazard ones of his father, who had to return to the warehouse for his family's protection. Young as he was, Alonzo declared to his mum that now he was the protector of the family and would look after them all, to which she only laughed indulgently. Despite the father's absence, Alonzo remembers the family making a life for themselves and being mostly happy for at least a short time. However, one day without warning his father burst in shouting something about their needing to leave, to run away immediately. But before he could say more or anything could be done, henchcats attacked their den. When his father first burst into the den saying something about danger, Alonzo had got up a very tough-looking, protective stance, exclaiming that he'd protect his family no matter what came through that door--not that anyone was listening, as they were all trying to understand what his father was on about and what was happening. The moment the big henchcats appeared, however, all of Alonzo's big talk and bravery seemed to vanish. He froze, rooted to the spot, and couldn't seem to do anything, not even as he watched his father finally get overpowered and taken down by the henches. Next his mother confronted the henches, and still Alonzo could only stand frozen and stare at the scene unfolding before him that didn't seem real. As their mother fought on, slowly weakening, Alonzo caught movement in the corner of his eye, which served snap him out of whatever state of shock he'd been in. He saw what looked like his tiny brother Mistoffelees trying to attack the henches himself. Without a second thought, Alonzo threw himself on top of his brother to stop him joining the fight. To his confusion and amazement, there seemed to be a strange sort of heat and glow emanating from the younger tom. There was no time to wonder about it, though. For a moment, Alonzo held onto Misto and stared at the fight still going on in front of them. Half of him desperately wanted to leap into the fray and try to help his mother, the other half - much stronger - wanted desperately to flee the scene. Just before she lost consciousness, his mother hoarsely screamed "Run!" Not staying to deliberate another moment, Alonzo fled the den, dragging his brother and sister along behind him. He could hardly see or think, much less decide where to go, but his paws automatically carried him to their uncle Bustopher’s home, where he babbled out half-unintelligible explanations of what happened, curled up with Misto who still seemed out-of-it, and tried to sleep. The next morning, their uncle gave them the news that their mother was dead. Alonzo had thought so, but the idea hadn't truly hit him until just now. And then the memory of the whole situation and his own cowardly actions came crashing down on him. "I did it, I killed her, it's my fault," he kept muttering. Alonzo and Misto's uncle adopted his sister's kits and was kind as could be, but for quite some time Alonzo was unappreciative of his uncle's care - or, rather, he scarcely noticed it. All he could do most of the day was sit around broodingly, staring at nothing and thinking of his mother and what he ought to have done to save her. The uncle grew weary of this and gave Alonzo a gentle but serious talk about how they couldn't go on like this. Most of his words went over Alonzo's head, but his attention was engaged when the uncle mentioned his brother. "Think of young Mistoffelees, he's got no one but you now. Oh, clumsy old me, I'll of course help as best I can, but mark me words, it's you he's got to look up to and care for him the rest of his life. There's no replacing a brother," and other things of that sort. His words reminded Alonzo of the promise he'd made his mother to protect the family, and he decided then and there that he'd still keep that promise. Alonzo was also reminded of the strange powers his brother seemed to have, and the way the little tom had just thrown himself into danger like that--Alonzo would have to be extra watchful. Things began to look up a bit from there. Taking to heart what his uncle said, Alonzo did his best to look out for his brother and sister and take care of them the way their parents would. He wondered from time to time about the younger kit's powers, but mostly opted to ignore and not mention them, as they made Alonzo rather uneasy. Not long after adopting them, their uncle introduced Alonzo, Victoria, and Misto to the Jellicles and the Junkyard, where they gradually began to spend the majority of their time. This was certainly overall a good thing, as it provided them with a group to belong to, safety in numbers. And then, of course, as they got to know the Jellicles it almost became like a new family. Alonzo certainly began to see them as such. Early on he took a particular liking to Munkustrap, at first mainly because he happened to be the tom closest to his own age, and having never had an older brother and scarcely a father, having another tom to follow around was new and interesting. As they grew older, Alonzo began more and more to view Munkustrap as a hero, almost idolizing him. He aspired to learn all he could from Munkustrap about fighting and protecting. At first this was just from a general desire to become stronger and braver and never again be in a situation like what had happened with his mother--standing by unable to do anything to help. However, it has had more of a specific aim since the Ball and the Macavity attacks. He always had been vaguely aware that the cats who killed his parents worked for Macavity, but it was all very detached until actually meeting the Mystery Cat himself face-to-face. Alonzo did fight, but was knocked down quickly, and doesn't know what he'd have done if the other tribe members hadn't joined in and ganged up until Macavity was forced to flee. This thought shames him and makes him more determined than ever to hone his strength and skills.

#Cats the musical headcanons #Alonzo

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All-Stars -Story Mode- CHAPTER 17

After a long hiatus and I am back again, first thing I want to do is to apologize for this taken so long for me to write this but there are errors to this, my friends had a hard time and I want you give them the support they needed. I thought I could write this down for you all to know.

And, there’s a new OC, Jin Bai Chen (Not mine but @mortal-kombattore-115‘s, just to let you all know.) is going to be going the story and most of it is based off a rp that we’re doing so I hope they wouldn’t mind that I wrote them down and I am sorry that I did that.

Before it begins I must give thanks and credit to the people for the artwork for the story:

@sampoststuff

(She had been through a lot so give her support the best you can.)

and

@this-person-is-slowly-dying

-Back to Cuphead, Mugman, and Frisk after their encounter with the Panzer Soldat-

Their feet had beaten the solid ground as they both met on impact, panting as their lungs were sputtering and coughing as they were slowing down the pace once they were far enough away from the area. Cuphead looked back to where they came from to see if they were followed by that metal tonic zombie but no sign of it anywhere.

“Can’t find that Panzer…” he breathed in and out with each breath as he pant, “That Panzer is nowhere to… To be found…. We are okay for.. For now…” as he fell down on the ground with his last breath.

“You had made Panzer angry…. We really do cause trouble wherever we go!” Mugman had exclaimed with his hands on his knees to breath in new air in his lungs and out through his mouth. The straw had slipped down like it was a noodie in a bowl of soup as Frisk nodded their head as they looked around the area they were in.

“Why are you like this, Cups…” Mugman groaned, “Why are you always like this, Cuphead?” as he looked at the exhausted Cup on the ground with Frisk shaking their head at this stupidity of Cuphead’s actions.

“Cups, what am I gonna do with you?” Mugman said as he placed his hand on his face as he shook it. Frisk looked around the area and saw a sign that they are on a new street of the Fallen City that closely resembles a 1970’s era-aged housing and noticed something that house number 1104 and what had gone behind it.

Frisk’s head tilted in the direction and then looked over to the two Cup brothers and then got their attention.

*You had gotten the two Cup brothers their attention. *You had told them that you had seen the same tail that Cuphead had subscribed to.

“You saw it?” Cuphead asked surprised as his head perked up from the ground to look around the area before him, his brother and their friend. “Where is it? Where is the tail? I need to f-”

*You quickly said “Language” to Cuphead as you somehow sensed he was going to swear. *Even Mugman knew what he was going to say and it’s not a very good word to say.

“It’s not a good thing to say, Cuphead, there might be children reading this right now.” Mugman scolded as he looked at him, “I mean, really; what will parents say if they ended up getting your sailor mouth?”

Frisk waved at the two of them to get their attention which they had to snap their fingers at this point which it worked, they then went over to Cuphead and helped him back on his feet and then had them follow them at the house 1104 slowly and quietly for them to hear two new voices.

“Anything, Clank?”

“No, no golden bolts anywhere to be found.”

“Well, the scanners had said this was a nearby planet in the solar system in a galaxy that we are native here from the one we know.”

“Ratchet, if there are people living on this planet, we should be cautious if they are hostile.”

The two new voices continued to talk as Frisk, Cuphead and Mugman were listening in to their conversion, Mugman looked over to Cuphead and whispered “What should we do?” as Cuphead looked at his brother as he said “They are from another galaxy of sorts, they were here for golden bolts or something. What is that?”

Frisk looked at them and then held up their hands to reassure them as they looked at them and they had come up with a plan of their own.

*You had said that you will try to check to see if they are aliens and if they were good ones as they hoped. *They seemed convinced but worried that they will do something if your plan went wrong.

“Be careful Frisk.” Mugman muttered as they watched them go forward towards the end of the wall they were pressing against, bracing for something to happen as they looked down and saw a familiar item below their feet. *You found a stick!

Frisk held the stick with a one small leaf, the stick was almost about their height, but it was about close to their shoulder and they held it onto their hands tight and then, with one breath they had, he rounded the corner and what they saw was something that looked like a cat but not entirely a cat, they believed it was almost monster-like.

A thing on his back was a small robot, with glowing emerald green glass eyes with a round head with a red entia, metal he is made out of was chrome and brushed silver.

The robot does notice where there's a human child that had come through the door and said “Ratchet, there’s a child here.” that earned a “huh?” from a cat person who then turned around to see Frisk with an overgrown wrench, it looked like it’s futuristic techized wrench that could pass it off as a blunt weapon. They were surprised that this monster cat had a big wrench.

[This is drawn by SamPostStuff on Tumblr]

“Oh, that child.” the cat person said as he lowered the omniwrench down and had it disappear in a quick flash of cyan blue when he moved it to behind his back. “Uh…” the cat looked around when he said this before getting onto one knee and said “Hey, kid, we- we’re not gonna hurt you.”

>Approach? >Fight them

*Approach

Frisk took a few steps towards them while Cuphead and Mugman looked on as they were peeking this exchange as it went on. “D-Do you think they will be able to talk to it.” Mugman asked out of tensely of his heart beating against the insides of his chest.

“I dunno, both an alien and robot didn’t seem to want to hurt Frisk.” Cuphead answered rather hastily as he was on top of Mugman like two people who were eavesdropping and seeing what was going on while hiding.

“Do you think this is what Heilda meant?”

“What, Mugs?”

“Extraterrial life outside our world?” Mugman answered the question that confused his brother, looking at him as Cuphead looked at him but both of them weren’t aware that a third person was with them right now.

“I think so,” Cuphead began with little caution, “but we better be careful, if we don’t do anything threatening toward them, we’ll be fine.” he finished when a familiar voice with a german accent spoke up “I do so agree, mein toon friends~”

Both boys screamed as they both fell downward when they heard Ultimis Richtofen above Cuphead and Mugman said this. Catching the attention of Frisk and the two aliens as the mad doctor laughed at the mess he made right now.

“Oh my…” Robot said from the cat’s back before hopping off his back to see this better, Ultimis Richtofen noticed this and then began fast-walking while he spoke “Zhis is a strange new creature und a device.” as the alien and the robot are now cautious but Frisk stood bravely in front of them.

“Hello?” The robot greeted awkwardly that surprised the doctor more as he smiled but Frisk held their hand out that angered the doctor but remained calm so no one will have the wrong idea. He clears his throat and says “Und are you two supposed to be, ja?”

“My name’s Ratchet, and this is Clank.” The alien introduced himself and the robot to the human before them with Frisk still standing in front of them, the doctor kneeled down to them and said “Frisk, can you please move away?” as the child moves hastily away but not entirely away from them knowing what the German will do if he was alone with someone if they are only ones in one area or room of any place.

“Fascating,” the sadistic doctor hummed, looking at them where he had his chin rested on his fingers, “Named after a tool I see.”

“Yeeah?” Ratchet said, taken a few steps back from this man, this man is reminding him of Dr. Nefarious and Chairman Drek combined. Ultimis Richtofen’s demeanor had changed from wicked to confused when he couldn’t recognize what cat breed he was.

“What are you looking at?” Ratchet asked in, being uncomfortable with the doctor’s staring at him. “Oh, I do apologize,” Richtofen answered hesitantly as if he was holding back a question, “but I do not recognize vhat cat breed you are, are you an unknown species?”

Frisk was shaking their hands to withheld the question from the alien but Ratchet answered “I have got that a lot, yeah, I am a Lombax.” to the German doctor whose eyes had light up at the word.

“A Lombax?” the Doctor cooed the answer out of his lips, “A Lombax, what is zhat?” he said confused too much to Cuphead’s annoyance and the Lombax’s complete confusion.

Clank, however, decided to try to break the awkward silence by saying “Please, if you had the time but we do not know who you are.” which catching the Doctor’s attention as he squawked “Vho am I?!” he laughed “VHO am I?”

“Yeah, that’s what Clank said.”

“Oh ja, I haven’t introduced meinself! How rude of zhe Doctor!~” he said happily as he slapped his forehead before bowing down to them both. “I am Doctor Edward Richtofen, zhe doctor of zhe team of scientists smartest as you known as Group 935!~” he singed as he had his hand on his chest and then gesturing to Frisk, Cuphead, and Mugman as he continued “Und zhe child you had had met today vas Frisk und zhe two cups are Cuphead vith zhe red und white straw und Mugman vith blue und while straw.~”

“Why our straws had something to do-” Cuphead looked at his brother who was underneath him lying on his back, Mugman very quickly answered “I think Richtofen meant for Lombax and Robot to know which is which.”

Both got up on their feet after getting off of each other and then going over to the group that were in a pit of confusion, awkward and strange. “So, you're an alien?” Cuphead but realized what he said right away and wished he could take it back but Clank said “Alien, could be a word but I can assure you that we have come in peace, not here for a fight or war-”

“CUPHEAD, MUGMAN AND FRISK! WHERE ARE YOOOOOU!?” a familiar loud voice yelled into the air near them, Ultimis Richtofen scoffed in disgust as he said “Ugh…. This American.”

“American? Who?” Ratchet asked as he and Clank walked over to Frisk’s side as footsteps were coming their way. Richtofen answered “A simpleton vith maggots for a brain.” as Soldier comes in right when he heard him said that, pointing a finger at the doctor as he yelled “I am gonna kill you if you keep on screaming about my intelligence!'' As everyone of their group came in with an injured cowboy and an unfamiliar cyborg holding his shoulder with P!Takeo helped him walk better with his arm around his shoulder, the feeling of metal meeting his skin was forein but he didn’t once say or utter a word of this.

P!Dempsey looked at them after he was one of the few that came in with Heavy who was ushering the imprisoned Heleghasts and Ink Bendy holding Radec on his shoulder who was looking at Ratchet and Clank as he had never seen anything like them before.

“Cuphead, Mugman, Frisk!” he called them out as he walked over to them, one step at a time before stopping and saying “We had been looking everywhere for you-” He noticed Ratchet and Clank when his eyes moved to see them for the first time as Clank greeted “Hello.”

“What is that?!” Primis Dempsey said as he had nearly tripped from the sight of the robot just greeted him friendly as Ultimis Richtofen held his hand up for Dempsey to stop him from pulling his gun out. With a chuckle, Richtofen said “Zhese are not our enemies, zhey are our new friends, zhe furry Lombax is Ratchet und zhe robot is named Clank.”

“Hey.” Ratchet waved as he looked at the Irish-American before him, Dempsey said “Hi…” as he wondered what the heck is a Lombax and why the world is doing this to him as Bruno and Primis Takeo are walking towards them with strange looks.

Takeo kneeled down to have a better look at Ratchet the Lombax, he looked like a cat with yellow fur with brownish orange stripes but he had a lion’s tail that swayed behind him as he was curious as well. “And who are you, sir?” Ratchet asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable from the stare he was giving him that Takeo seemed to snapped out of it, standing up and said “I’m sorry. I am Takeo Masaki, Ratchet and Clank.”

“Good to meet you, Mr. Masaki.” Clank said as he looked at the Lombax as the Lombax looked back at him. The rest of the RED team were a bit wary about this strange encounter with this Lombax and a small robot that is being friendly to the others.

Soldier is holding a rocket launcher close to his person, Heavy is looking at this with a smile on his face like this was the funniest thing in the world but he is laughing in his head at this, Scout was giving them a strange looks as he remembered the times that he had read too many comic books, Demoman was looking at them before looking at hs bottle of alcohol he had found and then landing it to Ultimis who was drunk as him as he is seeing this and gladly accepted it without a thought.

Sniper, somewhat, remained ideal towards this as he had been used to robots, zombies, and even aliens but despite this being though this new to him, he tipped his hat to him like he was greeting a stranger. Ratchet nodded as he acknowledged the greeting from the Australian as Clank did.

“Do you people live here?” Clank asked the question to Utlimis Richtofen who was standing upright as he was looking at the cyborg they were carrying when they came in until the question was registered into his head as the robot said “Hello?”

“Oh?, nein, ve do not live here, someone or something just had brought us here rather strange if you will question it so fondly.” he simply answered, “You were brought by what?” Ratchet asked, crossing his arms.

“Und dunkle for keeping Frisk entertained.” Richtofen thanked them both as he looked at them with a smile as Ratchet looked at him confused.

“Yeah, whatever that means.”

“It means “thank you.”” he said as he gave the Lombax an unamused look and his arms.

[Drawn by TikTak known as This-Person-is-Slowly-Dying on Tumblr]

Frisk looked at Ratchet and Clank as Ratchet helped his friend back on his back, then two choices appeared that spooked the other newcomers but the fallen child paid no mind to this as this is the usual for this.

>[Can we set up camp?]

[Can we keep going?]

[Can we set up camp?]

“Oh, zhat seems like a good idea!” Richtofen chimed in, he looked around the area and then to the others and began to count each one of his members ``Let's see here… Zhe Pauling vaz zhe RED Team’s leader but vhen zhey vere taken avay, so, zhere five members und zhere vere eight of us but now zhere are four of us again. Zhen vith-”

“What are you doing Doc?” Primis Dempsey asked, crossing his arms with a scowl, Ultimis Richtofen stared daggers at him and answered “Counting our ranks, to a numbers, many of us in numbers before setting up camp for us to-"

"A number of us should keep watch on the Helghast soldiers AND the zombies, Doc." Sniper cut in, feeling insecure and annoyed by the Ultimis Doctor. The Doctor looked at the Australian now with the more annoyed look in his eyes.

“I am sorry mein friend, are you feeling insecure of zhis… situation ve are in?” Ultimis Richtofen questioned as he looked at the Sniper who is ushering the otherworldly soldiers to sit down while triple checking Colonel Mael Radec is still being held by Bendy or Ink Bendy for incense.

“Aye, ya think ya are the-”

“I am in charge now!” Richtofen shot back quickly as he had gotten Sniper to be quiet, “I am in charge from here on out until ve get our allies back, along vith mein other younger self! Zhe reasons vhy I had taken zhis position is zhat I know how to invent veapons, und even made a few Wonder veapons of mein own, I am smarter vith zhe brain zhat trumped over brawn und no time for any foolishness vith zhe likes of you, Bushman.” words poured out of his mouth like water that had been poisoned by corpses who were drowned in it.

Radec had never felt anything before but dread and respect for the German doctor, a twisted version of the Primis one but insane and toxic within the man who is a major general, one of the many of the Nazis and somewhat, reminded him of Visari, the man who he been leader and himself as a bodyguard for the leader who started the second extratatersal war.

“So, if you are all done talking, Sniper, I vill address you to do vhat you do best; run up to a far away place und shoot at anyzhing from zhat distance. If not, you are free to go hunt for food for zhe night so I can be at peace please.'' The Doctor finished finally with a grimmed smile, the Bushman glared at the insane man in the eyes before turning and walking away from the backward they were in.

Primis Tank Dempsey and Takeo Masaki looked at each other and then ran over to Sniper, catching up to him as the Doctor trumpthly stood there with a smirk. “Now, vhere vas I…?”

To where Sniper is, he was angered that he was insulted like that until he heard a familiar voice calling out to him. “Sniper!”

He stopped and turned to see who it was and sure enough, Primis Dempsey and Takeo had run over to him as they were down the street just three miles from the house. The street they were on had overgrown with weeds, plants and trees that reached the skies. Slowly burying the once rotting neighborhood into a green, colorful forest that was being taken back by mother nature.

“Ohat are you two doing here?” Sniper questioned, his voice sounded upset as both men catched up to him from running far from the backward that is soon to be confirmed into a camp.

“Going with you to hunt, I believe.” Takeo said as his hand is holding onto the handle of his sword, Sniper nodding, confirming what Takeo said is true, getting out his Back-Pit and then looking through his selections of different items he had.

Class: Sniper

Real Name: Mr. Mickey Mundy Gender: Male Birthdate: 04/6/1948 Birth Place: New Zealand Health Points:125/125 Overheal Points: 185/185 Quick-Fix Overheal Points: 158/158

Condition: Sniper

Normal: 100% (If wielding a different rifle except the classic, zoomed in, charging the classic at ether zoom level, with the huntsman; 27%, 27% and 54%) Backward: 90% (If wielding a different rifle except the classic, zoomed in, charging the classic at ether zoom level, with the huntsman; 27%, 27%, and 53%) Crouched: 33% (If wielding a different rifle except the classic, zoomed in, charging the classic at ether zoom level, with the huntsman; 9%, 9%, and 18%) Swimming: 80% (If wielding a different rifle except the classic, zoomed in, charging the classic at ether zoom level, with the huntsman; 21%, 21%, and N/A)

LV: 43% Gold: 143

Items (Bag): -Slouch hat [Equipped] -Lighter and box cigarettes -Jarate x5

Weapons: -Sniper rifle (Primary) >Huntsman (Primary)[Equipped] -Arrows. -Submachine gun (Secondary) -Shooting Star (Advanced laser sniper rifle) (Just in case there’s an Alien invasion again) -Kukri (Melee) -Razorback (A shield that can be attached by strap)

Back-Pit: -5 Blankets -Damaged pillow with a tears -Tent -Leather-bound notebook with an ink pen -Iron scraps x18 -Sticks x32 -Knife -Gunpowder x8 -Cloak -winter coat (For warmth use in winter only)

Sniper got out the bow and arrows and placed the sniper rifle inside the Back-Pit, placing the arrows in his quiver so he could pull them one after he used the first arrow. The Australian had noticed the text earlier that displayed his information; His real name, his place of origin, his health points, his bag, his weapons and the items inside his Back-Pit. Almost like a video game that can do that.

He then just shrugged it off as he could think about it later, he strums the string of his bow, whom is called “Huntsman”, in his hands, he looks at them both, Dempsey and Takeo, he wonder who-

Who will you take with you on the hunt?

>Tank Dempsey Takeo Masaki

Sniper was taken off guard when he was presented with another choice to himself, text is simply moved between the two names presented within the box filled with texts, old style gaming texts.

He looked around the environment and then at two of them and it’s like time had stopped and the colors of the scenery had been stripped and there’s nothing but black and white where they once layed like the rainbow had been sucked dry.

Who will you take with you on the hunt?

Tank Dempsey >Takeo Masaki

Who will you take with you on the hunt?

>Tank Dempsey Takeo Masaki

Who will you take with you on the hunt?

Tank Dempsey >Takeo Masaki

He tried to get out of the choice menu but the arrow kept moving between Primis Tank and Takeo, he tried to speak out for help but he couldn’t hear his own voice like it had been put on mute. He realized more that time had paused on them too, Dempsey and Takeo stood still, unmoving and unanimated, lifeless almost everywhere on them and they looked like nothing wrong is happening right now.

Whenever he moved the arrow selecting the choice, the colors came back to them but only for the arrow to go back to what it was previously pointing, making the other lose his colors once again.

It felt like time and colors had taken off without Sniper, leaving him in a timeless, colorless void until another option had appeared just under Tank Dempsey and Takeo Masaki’s names. The word is in yellow color or light golden color, better than the white text. It simply read as it follows:

Who will you take with you on the hunt?

Tank Dempsey Takeo Masaki

>Advice

[Picture made in Garry’s mod, made by Meaghan “Icefir” Halter]

Sniper looked at the word “Advice” for a moment as the arrow seemed to be pointed at it when he looked at it, it occurred to him that when he looked at the two names, the arrow seems to point at what he was looking for. Much as he doesn’t want to, he raises his hand towards and then gently presses it. The choice text went away and was replaced with the new advice board.

Each choice you will make, each decision you’ll pick, they will not only change your future but will shape the coming future heading your way.

Choices will not follow the same road but separately as what will depend on you to choose.

Philosophical meaning, strange advice it could give to a Bushman like himself. He looked at the text a little longer and finally realized: He was going to choose between Dempsey and Takeo to take with him. The advice board he was looking at had closed and disappeared within the 3 minutes upon the glaze of it, the Advice button was nowhere to be found and never to be used again.

Who will you take with you on the hunt?

>Tank Dempsey Takeo Masaki

Sniper looked around the two for a moment, thinking of the pros and cons of one each of two Primis members. His first choice was Tank since he is a marine but if there is danger like a bear; he would yell and shout before attacking it willy-nilly, he is strong but bragging about things that he found annoying.

He looked at Takeo, he wasn’t sure about it but he is quiet for most of the time and he is the most skilled swordsman, able to sneak like Spy and Diego so he may be a guaranteed choice for him.

Who will you take with you on the hunt?

Tank Dempsey >Takeo Masaki

>Takeo Masaki<

Sniper pressed the choice he wanted and almost intensity went back to normal, time resumed and colors drained back into the order of everything, even to P!Dempsey and P!Takeo as well. They sounded and acted the way they did was like something strange happened to Sniper.

“Snip, are ya alright?” Dempsey asked as the warrior remained idly, equally confused as his ally as he looked at the Australian made.

“I was…” Sniper began to explain, “I was thinking about who I would want to take with me to hunting and I picked Takeo.” as he pointed at Takeo when he finished saying this. Tank and Takeo looked at each other and the marine asked “What about me, can I come too?” with his hands on the rifle.

“We will separate,” Sniper planned to him, “cover more hunting grounds that way but if anything went wrong; we’ll meet back here. Got it, mate?”

Dempsey looked at him for a moment and thought about it just a little minute of this, he would have alone time to himself as he would walk around, time to take his mind off about what had been going on today and maybe think about it then theorize the thoughts of the situation so far. He nodding, not saying anything to the Bushman

“Good,” Sniper said as he walked to his left that leads into the wilderness, stopped and looking over his shoulder to Takeo and then called out “Are ya coming or whot?”

Takeo looked at Dempsey for a moment before walking with the bow-wielding mercenary to begin hunting, leaving Dempsey there by himself as he looked down at the ground for a few moments before walking the opposite direction away from where he is standing. -Almost an hour later…-

He had been walking around the forest or a strange type of the jungle for about an hour now, he kept his eyes out for any zombies in case they might be in the area while he’s around.

Birds were flying, singing their tune into the eerily calm and sweet of the forest-hybrid jungle, puddles or… rivers of water flowing through the pathways that are once roads meant for driving cars well this is what the roads are for now.

Moss and grass had over the cars that he did not recognize by coveted them so they will be able to grow plants and find ways with or without the soil.

Strange flowers, they were almost like they were a new species of some type, petals of the flower were light blue and strangely was crystalized and the light of the sun was reflecting off of the flower's petals.

A eerie cyan blue glow from that plant-

P!Dempsey then just shrugged off and went on the beaten road that seems to lead on forever until he just came across a house that… once a beautiful mansion that looked like a castle, vines of roses are covering the crumbling walls with a broken gate to the mansion, the field that the mansion is located is overrun with forest trees that is climbing their way up to be as tall as the building itself. Vines and moss is almost done with climbing on top of the mansion and its roof.

“Fancy mansion,” P!Dempsey softly said to himself as he began to walk towards the gate, “Big enough for us to camp there for the night but it’s an hour away as the sun is going down. If I am lucky enough if it’s a large animal and when I kill it; we’ll eat like kings and queens.”

The thought of the big roasted animal as he and everyone eating the pieces of it as they all sat around the campfire and afterwards, the Helghasts will have their leftovers of the animal, he can’t get it out of his head as he could hardly taste the taste of the animal he had slain.

He looked at the gate, it was rusted over and looked unstable to stay up a little longer, he placed his hand on it and then gently pushed it. The gate creaked and it’s doors fell down, making a loud CLASH on the ground.

He stood there awkwardly for a moment before entering the forested courtyard as he scanned around the area itself while he walked towards the building itself with the assault rifle in his hands and taking caution as he looked around.

He noticed a few bodies laying around the entrance to the mansion, they are animal-like but almost human with the paws that looked like they were hands and they had fur all over them but they are clothed and had armor as the marine found strange. Animals can’t wear clothes as humans… can they?

There was a faint yell from inside the mansion, he looked at the barely half way opened double door entrance to the building and little spots of blood going into the inside of the large house that is fitted for a rich family if it’s still in a cleaned state.

Inside the mansion as he walked in as he looked around the mansion while he took two steps inside the manor as he called out “Is anyone in here?” before his boot hits something on the floor as it was glowing in a flickering light. It was a lantern with a cyan blue light glowing from within the lantern. It’s light was flickering and threatening light would go out but it never did, not once.

He kneeled down and picked it up, he looked around with the lantern’s light shining through the darkness, The room he is in, the entrance room was in complete disarray, futature was shredded and broken, the few pillars on his left and right had crumbled and fallen down as others are still standing to support the mansion and would eventually crumble as well but vines had climbed there way upward since the windows of this place was broken in like someone had threw rocks at them and they shattered.

*Primis Dempsey obtained a lantern!

The darkness within the manor was illuminated by the lantern as the water dripped from the ceiling due to the pipes having become leaky.

P!Dempsey then begins to walk forward to the stairs that is the end and the center of the stairs as that’s where the trail of blood spots leads to as he held onto the rifle in his hand while holding up the lantern in the other hand as the glowing cyan blue light shines through the dark halls and into the corridor filled with shadows but he heard a groan of… a dog whining?

Dempsey is now on high alert by this as he slowly walked over to where the whining/groaning was coming from as he took to the right towards the end of the hallway and what he saw had confused him the most: a dog, a German dog lavender mix, wearing grayish red clothes and armor that was holding the side of his shoulder with blood pouring out of the wound that was caused by a nasty gushy bite.

“Hey,” he managed to say something as he walked over to the dog with the light shining on it, “Are you alright there?” but the dog continued whining in a high pitch tune but did point at the hole in the wall where a pool of crimson red liquid was twisting and turning into another path of it leading into darkness of the few rooms over. “Stay here,” he said as he raised the rifle to his shoulder and had the lantern shine it’s light into the darkened rooms and then walk into the hole “I’ll be back for you.” as he entered the shadows with courage, he is an intrepid man in the marines, the one who knows no fear.

But he couldn’t help but feel like there’s something bad inside this mansion, if seeing one humanoid dog bleeding wasn’t bad enough but something worse here may be bad too.

Two or five rooms later, he spots another humanoid white and black dog, a husky breed, wearing green clothing and wearing armor, the same armor as the bleeding dog was wearing as it talked, it said “Where did it go?” while it… or he was holding a lantern of his own, same color as the light and looking around the dark, looking for something.

“What the hell?” he said in a bit too loud in his moment of shock of what he was seeing before him that the Husky had heard him and turned around to see a human for the first time but he said “Human, stay there, don’t make a sound or-!!” something had just popped out of the shadows before he could finish.

It looked like human but this looked like it had been skinned alive, brain, sharp teeth, rib cage with organs exposed but staying inside like rocks, it’s hands are claws and feet and it’s toes are claw too but it was able to be on all fours on it’s own like an animal. It’s sharp teeth then dug into the husky, streaks of blood shot out as the armored dog began whimpering and screaming in pain and terror as Dempsey yelled “Hey! Get off of that dog! Get off of him freakbag!”

“H-help me…” last words of the dog choked out before that… Licker had continued it’s tragic feast into the dog’s rib cage and eating intestines and other organs before it’s attention had turned to the Marine as he could see that it didn’t have any eyes for it to see what it was looking at.

“Mortherf***ing sh*t son of a b***! Don’t move-!” he had to place the lantern onto his waist belt for him to continue to provide light so he could be able to use both his arms so he could open fire on the Licker but dang, this thing was fast!

Running on all fours for it to move fast as it jumped and running on walls as it screeched at him as bullets flew everywhere as it jumped down in front of the marine, letting out a deep wailing screech and then jumping onto Dempsey, pinning him to the ground.

“Get off of me…!” he groaned as he tried to get it off but this creature had kept it’s claw flat on his chest while raising it’s claw in the air and then bringing it down onto Dempsey.

15- hit! HP 60% out of 75

“F***!!” he yelled in pain as the Licker jumped out of him to continue it’s attack, Primis Dempsey got back up his feet with the wound on his side as the Licker once again screeched. P!Dempsey unsheathes a knife and gets into a hunting position as he keeps his eyes out for the mutated zombie, the lantern he had is still providing light for him but it is cracked by the lens of it.

Hearing for anything that is moving as he moved slowly in the dark, the screeching from within the shadows as he breathed slowly and remained calm for this, another screech from his right, he turned to find it with a soft gasp but didn’t find anything but then he heard a screech from his left as he turned to look but stepping onto a broken glass, making a cracking sound within the room.

Causing the Licker to grab him by the head and then scratch him as well as launching him to a wall with a yell and grunt in pain from the human.

20- Hit! HP 40% out of 75

“Damn…” He groaned as he stands up on his knees as he looked at the Licker as it lands on the floor by rolling then fall from the ceiling, still crawling on all fours and then it’s tongue came out, it’s inhuman almost like a frog as it is long and sliva was dripping off of it.

P!Dempsey groaned as he was too far away to get his knife but he wasn’t giving up easily so as the result of his determination, he went through his pouch after he dug his hand in it and pulled out something round, metal and green.

Before he knew it, Licker punched on his and raised it’s claw to strike him again but Primis Dempsey used up his strength to shove a grenade into its mouth and then pulled a pin out of it and then he used his foot to kick it off of him.

Licker looked confused to what it was that the Marine had shoved into its mouth when he got up and then ran for cover just in time before the grenade had exploded, bits of brain and teeth flying everywhere as he heard a thud on the ground. Clenching on his side, P!Dempsey got back on his feet to see if his plan had done the trick.

Sure enough, it did, a headless Licker body lying motionless on the ground with blood pouring out of its neck. He walked over to the body and then gave it a kick for a reaction but nothing so far. He then gritted his teeth and groaned “This is gonna be sore in the morning…” as he walked over to where he had dropped the lantern, it was beside the broken glass he had stepped on to alert the Licker and then he picked it and shone the light on the room again. The room itself was in disarray and disrepair but there’s a few items scattered about, a first aid spray on the floor, rifle ammo on the table with a note beside it and his knife he had dropped.

“Can’t believe my luck, someone must’ve dropped it in a hurry.” he said as he carefully walked towards the first aid spray and not to push himself too hard not to deepen the pain the Licker had caused him.

He looked at it as he picked it up from the ground and then read the interactions on the back.

Umbrella Corps. First Aid Spray Use this when you are injured in the case of B.O.W.S. Every Umbrella Corps. Member must carry this at all times when you are on missions of-

Rest of the spray’s instructions was scratched up as it is no longer eligible to read, Primis Dempsey had kept reading the words “Umbrella Corps” over and over as he muttered “I guess Frank West was right about the Umbrella.” and then prepares to spray it onto the wound the mutated zombie had caused on him. “Alright, let’s see if it can heal this one.” he muttered under his breath, he sprayed the liquidised medicine onto the injury, the first sting of pain shot through the abdomen before he could think but his brain can already tell it.

The smell of green herbs was in the air and the feeling of bleeding had slowed and then just stopped, just stopped like a switch had just turned off. He can’t feel anymore pain afterwards as he sighed in relief.

16+ heal! HP 56% out of 75

“Well, that wasn’t too hard.” the marine mumbled as he walked to the table just behind him and was on the left, he looked at the rifle ammo on the table and then slowly picked it up to examine it. They look like they go to a Wonder Weapon of a strange type, he places the ammo into his Back-Pit and then picks up his knife from the ground and then sheathes it back to his boiler.

He was going to leave but his attention reached back to the note on the table, he picked it up and the note read as follows:

To any survivors, if you are unfortunate enough to still be alive in this part of the ruins of Salt Lake City; keep your eyes open for any creepy fuckers that looked like they were skinned alive, “Lickers” is what Leon had described them from the Raccoon City Incident.

One thing they lacked was eyes, they are blind as bats but their hearing makes up for that so they will hear anything that stupidly makes a sh!t ton of noise and it will attract them to it. But one way to avoid them as much as possible was to move slowly and stay quiet if you see a Licker.

Make like your grandma and creep by them as slowly and quietly as possible okay? Not like I want to but I have to regroup with the rest of my squad after a sudden bombing from some unauthorized military order and when I do, we have half of our squad to avenge. -Chris

“Gee… Thanks for the tip.” Dempsey said, sarcastic while feeling stupid that he could’ve known about that sooner. He then heard a thud from where he came in and claws flickering from the hallway can be heard throughout by the echoes.

“Sh!t….” He cursed under his breath as he looked at the hole he came in with the lantern, he can hear them from his left and he slowly turned to look at what it was and saw it was a new Licker, on the wall near the latest corpse of the humanoid dog and it was eating it but then it crawled upward to the ceiling, seemingly leaving its dinner behind.

Dempsey took a couple of steps back in disgust as the Licker lifted it’s head from its meal and then looked to where it was blindly with a long tongue curling out of its mouth. True to its name, Licker had a long tongue covered in saliva before climbing up onto the ceiling but not without its snack, used its tongue to spear and then dragged the corpse towards it and then returned to eat it’s dinner.

“Okay,” Primis Dempsey muttered softly as he looked at the Licker, “Tank, you can do this....” before he walked slowly and softly passed the licker while it was eating above him, blood from it’s meal was dripping down blood and onto the marine like rain, crimson red rain.

“Ehhh…” Dempsey moaned in disgust, quietly as he heard the Licker finishing eating and dropping the body onto the fall. Thudding onto the ground and all silence afterward from the Licker, a second Licker had crawled out of the vent closest to the ceiling and towards the wall to the right and crawled on it quickly as the Tank passed it by.

“If one wasn’t bad enough in this building.” Dempsey thought as he kept the lantern on his person so he could get out a rifle and prepared just in case one of them had to somehow hear him.

Making his way to the exit as he kept his eyes out for not only two Lickers and then three or six more Lickers had come out from broken doorways and vents after they had busted it from the inside but Dempsey remained calm and cursing under his breath with the sight of several Lickers around.

Lickers in the group are eating another corpse of a man wearing a strange military uniform with a white and blue umbrella symbol snitched on each sleeve and these Lickers are eating the corpse as if like buzzards enjoying their latest roadkill. The marine of Primis furiously shook his head in disgust and looked away from the scene presented to him as he started to continue out of here without too much hesitation, as slow and quiet as possible.

He didn’t watch where he was going as he had accidentally kicked a vase laying on the ground and upon impact, it shattered into pieces and it alerted the Lickers he had walked past. “Oh sh!t!” he muttered as he heard one of them screeched from behind him as one thought, foreign and familiar to him had screamed one word only, it screamed:

Run

He had time to question the thought as the flight had kicked in and letting adrenaline take control of his being, feet had suddenly grown wings as he ran out of sheer stamina. Lickers were fast enough to go after him as he turned around and while backing up, he began to shoot one of them in the brains, and blood-spattered about everywhere before opening fire on the other one as it had jumped to grab him.

The roaring and the screeching are not far behind him as he kept running and dodging each Licker that had leaped to pin him down. With a few scrapes and bruises from the Lickers, P!Dempsey was still persistent as hell as he was determined to get out of the mansion alive.

When he saw the opened door to the outside in relief, he believed he was going to make it but had a gut feeling that one of the Lickers had its tongue out and then shot at the marine, he turned around to see if they are still chasing him but he no time to react to the long fleshy slimy rope that belongs to the unforgiving Licker, it coiled around his neck and then he was pulled into Licker’s clutches as it gnarled its teeth at the man while he grabbed tightly on its tongue to break free but he had dropped the assault rifle to the floor when he had let go of it to grab and try to pull off Licker’s tongue or in this case rip it off with his bare hands if he has to.

“Let… Go, you… freak-bags!!” he spoke as Lickers began to swarm the helpless fighting man before them but then, he looked around him to see them as the marine yelled “Sh!t!” as he was trying to pry off the Licker’s grip while he was trying to fend himself but then… He heard footsteps coming from the entrance. They’re getting louder and louder until-

A traditional blue and gold Chinese hair ornament flew out of nowhere in fast speed and stringed the head of the Licker, blood spurted out a bit and onto the marine before he and itself fell to the floor together as he looked at the stunning hair ornament.

He landed with the grunt with the Licker hitting the ground and causing the hair ornament to fly off of it’s exposed brain and spun over to Dempsey. Getting on his feet as someone had dashed in and picked up the hairpin as Lickers are charging in from the ceiling.

The next he knew the rest of the Lickers had fallen victim to the hair ornament as he had picked himself off the floor and wiped the blood off of his face as he stood. He then finally saw an Asian light-skinned woman armed with just a hairpin had begun to battle and defeated at least four Lickers as it was now drizzled in blood as she held it firmly in her gloveless hands. Her coal-black hair tied in a bun, wearing a dark dress coat with dark gray 1910’s Tung suit top, navy blue leggings, and boots.

She is approaching him as she looks at him beforehand, stopping to where he is sitting, she then asks “Are you okay?”

“I’m… I’m fine.” he answered as he looked at her, the woman who saved him began to introduce herself to the marine; “My name is Jin Bai Chen.” as she leans in with her hand reaching out for him and with him accepting it, she helps him onto his feet once more.

“The name’s Tank Dempsey.” he introduced himself to her as well as he looked at her.

Jin looked to where he had dropped his assault rifle then picked it up off the floor and handed it back to him, “I believe this belongs to you.” she smiled.

“Thanks.” he said as he looked around the area then the fallen Lickers before them as he said “We have to get out here.” gently grabbing her by the arm and then pulling her forward with him as she replied, “Understood.”

They both exited the mansion in haste as they walked down the stone steps and then onto a path that leads to the opened gate, towards the gate Dempsey has to say something to this woman.

"So." Dempsey responded as he walked by Jin's side. "What brings you here?" Jin looked at the man, he can tell that even her, she hardly remembered what had happened to her when she got here as well. "I do not remember," She began to say, "I was in Northern France when the outbreak began but then... I don't know in all honesty; I woke up in a house with talking cats."

This sounded silly yet strangely familiar to the marine, he had no idea why but it had sounded that way as he shook his head.

"That sounded ridiculous."

"I-It really is..." she replied, slightly embarrassed.

"Talking cats..." Dempsey muttered as Jin giggled quietly at the thought of it, Dempsey then looked at her now, "It's a stupid thought to think-" he had started to say but didn't finish when he heard a twig snapped, he suddenly stopped as the woman looked at him in confusion.

"What is the matter?" Jin said with worry.

"Shhh...!" He shushed, looking into the forest of the courtyard and he heard familiar groaning from within in the woods, then the familiar figures shambling and staggering came into the clearing: Zombies.

"Shit," he quietly yelled as he put his rifle away and scrambled to get out a pistol and a revolver out of his hoistors, "There's more of them!"

"What...?" She said as she looked to her side and saw more zombies coming to her side, "Zombies...!?" she responded as she and the marine were pressing their backs to each other, facing the dead surrounding them.

"Yeah! Stick by me, alright?!" he ordered as he kept his eyes on them.

"Understood." She replied, gripping her hair ornament.

[Drawn by Icefir, picture featuring mortal-kombattore-115’s OC, Jin Bai Chen.] [Original]

Zombies, a horde of familiar undead are coming behind the trees on their left, another horde of zombies are coming in from the right side of this forested courtyard but they are unfamiliar to the marine as there’s one new detail to them.

Their eyes are not glowing yet they are devoid of color than their 115-tainted counterparts, they did not run as them but still they can still walk faster and they were wearing some kind of late 90's clothing

These strange zombies and 115 zombies are surrounding them but they are not helpless.

Dempsey muttered under his breath "Alright, which one of them is going first?" as he is looking at one of each of them to look at the other one after another.

As the undead began to approach the duo, Jin ran up to them and started slaying them one by one. The Marine didn't have time to think which one he would pick, so he shot the first one he could see.

"Die you undead f***s!" Dempsey shouted, being trigger happy. As he was shooting the zombies and looked at Jin to make sure she was okay, he noticed that Jin was... Quite fast killing the undead forces without the use of a firearm.

Zombies are not fast nor quick enough for her as she stabbed and kicked them to the ground with each fatal puncture to the brains. He wasn't sure or didn't want to be sure but Dempsey began to stare at her, admiring her badassery she displayed. "Who is she....?" he muttered to himself, he wasn't aware that a zombie was coming to him as he stared at her.

Jin looked back to see Dempsey wasn't paying attention to his surroundings and spotted the Untoten coming to him from behind, Jin alerted "Watch out!", making Dempsey come back in reality.

Dempsey spun around to see a zombie coming towards him, he blocked it temporarily with his forearm and used a pistol to blow a bullet into it. "Thanks, Jin!" He said and Jin nodded with a smile.

The duo have been killing the undead, one by one, making a clear path, as they were walking towards the gate, "That's right we are cutting through them!" the Marine yelled, "Literally."

"We are!" she responded. "Keep going!" "Yes ma'am." he replied.

They are fighting what felt like forever with their lungs devoid of air, they are killing the horde until they reach the gate, out of breath.

"We made it!" Jin responded, catching her breath.

"Y-yeah," he breathes out as he looks back behind him, the 115 zombies are lying dead but the new zombies are getting back up with bullet wounds in their heads, the surviving zombies are coming to them. "We better get along." he nudges her to get moving.

"Understood." Jin replied as they ran far from the mansion as fast as possible, the familiar forest-like jungle that overtook the neighborhood in ruins with a new teammate by his side.

"Do you think the undead forces are going to come back?" Jin asked.

"I doubt it," he started to speak, "if they are here then-" Dempsey realized about the situation, "Sh!t! Tak is with Sniper right now and they just had no idea that these meatsacks are here too!"

"Who?" she asked with confusion as Dempsey looked at her, "I'll explain on the way, let's go." he said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her along as the sun is creeping behind the mountains, it's celestial light leaving the broken city to make way for lunar glow of the moon to take over for the night.

They journeyed through the neighborhood until Dempsey had found two familiar men, Takeo and Sniper as the warrior stood in front of a large creature that resembled a bear but different as Jin started to study the two men and to her, Takeo is from their timeline but Sniper's not.

Sniper looked at Dempsey with a bow rested on his shoulders and a quiver had only handmade 7 arrows in them, "About bloody time." He groad, "Takeo and I were waiting for ya, mate. He had found some kind of a bear for dinner, Tank." as Takeo remained silent as he stood fount of the dead beast.

Takeo hasn't noticed until now with a new woman next to the man, "Who is she, Dempsey?" Takeo asked, looking at Jin.

"Her name is Jin Bai Chen, Tak." Dempsey answered as the Australian looked at her as well with curiosity, "Is the sheila from your timeline, ya two?"

"Yes." She responded before Tank could answer. "You are?" Dempsey and Takeo said at the same time. Jin nodded in agreement. "Those clothes you two are wearing, are from my time. So I believe that we originate from there..."

"I see." Takeo said as Sniper steps up, "Five people from World War I, speaking of blubbering about, where are you from, Miss Chen?" He asked.

"Originally from China." Jin replied. "I am temporarily living in France, to provide labor for the French and British soldiers. You see, I am with the Chinese Labor Corps."

"Oi see but Jin, how did you get here from that timeline to here?" Sniper asked.

A question finally got into Dempsey's head, "Guys wait, Jin had saved my ass back in that mansion with Lickers and zombies. She was a badass when she helped me too." He said.

"Really." Takeo said.

Dempsey nods in agreement, "No shit, I am serious." as Sniper looked over to Jin, "How did this happen?" he questioned.

Jin then raised her hair ornament, which is now painted with the blood from the undead. Sniper looked surprised as well with Takeo who said "You used your hair ornament?"

"Yes." Jin replied. "But that was not the only thing I defended myself with."

"What is?"

"Shaolin monk kung flu." she answered.

"Shaolin monk, you are...?" Takeo said as he now believes who she was. Jin nodded. "I had been saved by a Shaolin Monk." Dempsey said in awe. "I'll be damned."

The woman began to smile at Dempsey's comment.

The Marine pounted as he blushed, Sniper smirked at the blushing face of Tank as he was going to tease him later but then he thought back about that advice an hour ago, was it right about this?

"Very well." Jin responded.

Sniper responds as well with "Oi guess Oi can agree to it as well, now, help with this big piece of meat, lads."

Four hands of both men helped carrying a slayed "bear" back to camp as it was much heavier than it looked back to camp, back to house number 1104 that had become a fortress thanks to their teammates and new found allies.

"Help with this...!" Sniper grunted as he, Dempsey, Takeo and Jin helped placing the bear onto the huge kitchen counter, the group of four all worked together to skin the bear so it can be properly cooked. It seemed to be quiet in the household until all too familiar, LOUD hard voice bellowed out "ARE YOU THREE BACK WITH DINNER!?"

It had come from Soldier, the man with low intelligence and a helmet that covers most of his eyes. "BLOODY HELL- Soldier!" Sniper had jumped out of his own skin as he had nearly dropped the knife he was using as others looked at him after they were too jumped by his sudden presence.

"We are trying to skin a bear that the Samurai had caught for dinner!!" He yelled as he was taking a few breaths in with his hand over her chest, nearly having suffered a heart attack. Jin looked over to Dempsey, "There's more?" she asked.

"More of us are here since this whole thing began, separate people from different lives, timelines and worlds." Takeo answered to her as the Soldier came over, inspecting this newcomer to their group.

"Wait until you;ll meet more, never know how many are here." Dempsey answered more as Soldier looked at Dempsey now and then back to Jin who was a bit uncomfortable with this man staring, "I see." she nodded as she looked at Dempsey, "For now, let us prepare for this feast."

Soldier, until now finally, Soldier said "Huh, a new recruit! since you are with Corporal Dempsey, I'll let you go this time!'' Then turned and trotted off, one two three four. One two three four steps of each foot as Dempsey facepalmed.

"Ignore Soldier, Jin," He groaned. Jin giggled, making Dempsey's cheeks bloom pink. After skinning it, they cut it into pieces for the group to eat. After an hour of cooking, Sniper then called out to the remaining people in the fortress that dinner is ready.

Frisk, the remaining members of RED, Helghast prisoners and everyone had come from their makeshift camping quarters to find a place to sit and eat as Jin looked at everyone with surprise and wary of both Helghasts and the Inky demon that is Bendy.

"There is no way that all of this is real." She thought to herself as Sniper had came back from the kitchen with spices, he seemed to read her mind for a moment as he said "I want to say the same thing as you, Jin." as he walked passed her as Cuphead, Mugman and Frisk had followed Sniper, catching Jin's attention unknowingly as Mugman said "I hope it's enough for everyone, golly."

Jin had given a confused look to all of this, two children who had cups for heads had her questioning her santy at this point of her life as Dempsey was going to find a spot to sit but had noticed Jin, walked over to her as he was a bit of concern. Dempsey asked "Are you alright Jin?"

Jin only responded at a level that only Dempsey can hear her, "I feel like I am under some hallucinogenic drug right now. There is no way that a talking cup has manifested into reality."

Dempsey shook his head as he hold her hand a little, "I understand, if zombies are not worse then-"

"Halllo~!!" Ultimis Richtofen's voice cooed out like a crow as Dempsey growled. "-Then this could be it, great."

They both see Ultimis Richtofen, emerging from the shed with Ratchet, Clank and Raiden in tow, walking over to the tired marine and a startled Shaolin woman.

"Guten Abend!" The Doctor greeted happily with a smile on his face, "Hey Richtofen." Dempsey growled. Richtofen then turned his focus to Jin, giving a warm smile. "And who is this lovely fraulein?"

"It's Jin." Dempsey said as he crossed his arms. The German then took Jin's hand and kissed it, disregarding the irritated American next to him as Richtofen cooed "Very nice to meet you, Jin! Now, judging from zhe clothing, you must be from zhis American's timeline, ja?~"

Jin was a little creeped out by this man who is overall friendly towards her, Jin replied "...yes."

"1918 I see." Richtofen purred as Bruno was making a big campfire, "German, the American looked angered." he said softly as he fed the fire with logs while Richtofen waved his hand to him "Oh hush, Bruno." as Jin had begun to examine the Frenchman. He looked like he's been in several quarrels in his life by his features as he looked at her and said "You are Jin, if I am not wrong, I am Bruno Delacroix."

"Bonjour Bruno" Jin responded. "C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer aussi." Bruno smiled and nodded. "You learned how to speak French?" Dempsey asked.

"Yes." she replied. "I have studied the language during my deployment in France." as Richtofen placed his index finger and thumb under his chin as the word "deployment" had caught the Frenchman's attention. "Deployment?" Bruno asked. "For what war?"

"The Great War." Jin answered, Ultimis Richtofen knew what war she was referring to since she, Primis Dempsey and Takeo are from around the time of World War I as he said "World War I."

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First unmasking post, from an rp with @kazekothestrange not the whole rp, just from a drama filled portion of it. Not posting the whole rp because its way too long lol. Happens not too long after the flesh bud is pulled out of Kakyoin, Avdol left for the Kujo library so he wasn’t present when all this went down.

Shanna and Jotaro have been friends for about three months now and have dealt with about three stand user attempts on their lives (not counting Kakyoin), and not yet knowing why. They’ve both saved eachother’s lives at this point. Shanna didn’t understand why Jotaro wouldn’t leave his jail cell, and he refused to come out even when she begged him to, yet when she wasn’t there, he left for Kazeko, Avdol, and Joseph. Not knowing what went down, she can’t help but feel angry and proceeds to take it out on everyone around her. The punk felt like she finally found someone who cared about her, and understood her. But she feels like the delinquent may be toying around with her feelings now.

Jealously...is an ugly emotion.

Contains Rose and Shanna when their relationship was destroyed due to fighting for years over who would get to be the next head of their family. Also contains small references to how Shanna was the year prior to meeting Jotaro.

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Rose: *wetting a washrag in the kitchen, she plans to clean up the blood from Kakyoin's wound due to the flesh bud removal. She'll leave the rest to Holly* ...I can feel you glaring at me you know.

Shanna: I'm not glaring. This is just my face.

Rose: I don't recall your eyebrows always being so furrowed. In fact, you've been like this all day. Is it because of Kakyoin-san? Do you still not trust him, even after what we just learned?

Shanna: *she exhales* That's not it, just forget about it. ...He just had something pulled from his brain. You think hes going to be ok? What about any possible brain damage?

Rose: Well, I'm no nurse but...well, you know how Star Platinum works better than me, so you should already know the answer, yes? *wringing out the rag, she passes by her sister to head back to the room the others are in*

Shanna: ....Tch! If I really did I wouldn't be asking, asshole... *she follows after her sister*

Kakyoin: *sighing, he lowers his head into his hands, fingers tangling in his bloody hair* I'm so ashamed... how could I have let this happen to me?

Joseph: It's fine, son. *he reaches over and pats the redhead's back* You couldn't have known what was going to happen.

Kazeko: *she reenters the room with Holly, carrying the tea* We're back. *she smiles gently, setting the tray down*

Rose: *she comes in around the same time* We are too. Though Shanna didn't actually do anything.

Shanna: You're annoying. If you have something to say, say it.

Holly: Ah... girls, let's not fight, alright? We're all a little worked up after what just happened.

Shanna: ....*she sighs, not wanting to make herself look bad in front of Holly* Yeah... sorry.

Holly: *she closes her eyes in a smile, showing her appreciation*

Rose: *she kneels down in front of the redhead, tapping his shoulder* Lift your head up. You're going to get blood everywhere.

Shanna: /Dammit Rose, at least ask if hes ok first!/

Kakyoin: Ah- ... *he raises his head, his hands bloodied* R-right... I'm sorry.

Joseph: Kaz, when she's done-

Kazeko: Y-Yes, of course. *but for now, she distances herself, letting the younger brunette work*

Jotaro: ... *he quietly watches all this from the side, looking over to Shanna after a moment and holding out his hand*

Rose: Now look, you got your hands messy now too. *she cleans up his hands first before moving to his forehead, gently cleaning the wound with practiced motions* Let's take care of this quickly. It'd be a shame to keep such a face so bloody.

Holly: Oh my! Are you flirting already Rose?

Rose: *her eyebrow twitches as if in annoyance and she closes her eyes* I am not. I am merely stating facts.

Shanna: *she definitely notices his offer, but she refuses him and instead leans her back against the lining of the screen door, folding her arms across her chest and watching the others*

Kakyoin: *his heart does a tiny flutter, which he does his best to dismiss as his cheeks flush a pale red* Th... thank you.

Joseph: *he can't help but snicker a little at this. cute.*

Jotaro: *the delinquent keeps his eye on her for a minute, then slowly lowers his hand. any other time, he'd just go over to her, but she doesn't look in any mood for that*

Kazeko: *she can definitely feel the tension in the room generated by the two sisters, and subtly gravitates towards her old friend*

Shanna: *her gaze falls on the shorter woman when she starts moving to Joseph, and her eyes sharpen, as if shes angry at her for something. But what???*

Kazeko: *her eyes widen, eyebrows upturning as she shrinks back further in silence, averting her eyes. but maybe that's what made her glare in the first place...? so she tentatively steps forward again, rooted in place*

Joseph: *he raises an eyebrow, and gives the young punk a sharp look of his own* Something wrong?

Jotaro: Oi, JiJi-

Kakyoin: ... *he lowers his head a bit again. he can't help but feel like this was his fault*

Shanna: Don't act all tough old man, I've won street fights against guys your size. *she huffs at her bangs* Besides, I wasn't even doing anything. /But damn do you and this chick piss me off. Jotaro didn't leave the jail for me. He left for you, her, and that other guy. What the fuck do YOU guys have that I don't!? Why did he choose YOU old fucks!?/

Holly: *shes sensing the tension returning* U-Um, Rose-chan! Are you about done?

Rose: Yes, if he'll quit moving.

Kakyoin: Gomen nasai... *he murmurs softly, trying not to even be heard*

Joseph: Then why are you glaring at us? ... you wouldn't be thinking 'you piss me off', would you?

Jotaro: *his eyes move back and forth between his grandfather and his best friend... why is she so angry?*

Shanna: *she moves from her position, placing a hand on her hip and raising her head up, a shadow casting over her eyes* And so what if I am? You want to fight? I'll take you both on!

Holly: A-Ahh, papa, Shanna-chan, please let's-

Joseph: You think I can't hold my own-!!

Rose: STOP FIGHTING!!!

Shanna: -!! *shes snapped out of it as soon as Joseph is, Rose hardly ever, if almost never, yells like this*

Kazeko: *she folds her hands and looks over at Rose, shocked. She's been so quiet and composed the whole time they've been here, until now*

Jotaro: ... /Shit.../

Rose: *she stands up, casting a glare at Joseph to drop it, then turning to face her sister* Would you just stop it already!? You've been picking a fight with everyone today! You want to be treated like an adult? Then stop acting so immature! You're acting just like you did when Le-

Shanna: DON'T FUCKING SAY HIS NAME!!

Rose: *she freezes up, she was pissed, yes, but she shouldn't of even brought HIM up in the first place* I...I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't of referenced him...but my point still stands. You've been doing nothing but show everyone attitude! You're picking a fight with his grandfather for crying out loud!

Shanna: *Her pupils dilate and she raises her hand up, bringing it down, intending to slap her sister as hard as she can, but she stops herself at the last second*

Rose: *she flinches, even covering her face in defense*

Shanna: ....I hate you so damn much. *she lowers her hand* You're always like this. You never talk to me. You never try to understand what's wrong. All you ever do is scold me but let everyone else off. You always have to make yourself look so damn good for everyone, yeah? You want that position in the family so bad??

Rose: Sha-

Shanna: You always were everyone's little princess. *she scoffs and with that, she leaves the room, leaving her sister standing there in silence*

Kazeko: *as soon as Shanna leaves the room, she releases her held breath and immediately starts hyperventilating, pressing her hand to her chest in an effort to calm herself down*

Joseph: H-Hey, hey hey! Shhhh, breathe!

Kakyoin: ... *once more he lowers his head. maybe it would have been better if he'd been... no, he shouldn't think like that-*

Jotaro: *without another word, he leaves the room too. he can't leave her like that*

Holly: *she glances between her father and Kazeko, and her son and Shanna. Honestly, she's torn on who she should be helping right now. Mentally apologizing to the other group, she hurries over to the short brunette to help her calm down from her panic attack*

Rose: ...*closing her eyes, she lets out a slow exhale. Just when she thought they were finally....finally getting along again...*

Joseph: *he smiles slightly at Holly* Thank you pumpkin.

Holly: Papa...I'm sorry, I don't know what got into her, she's normally such a sweet girl... *she gently rubs the short woman's back, moving strands of hair out of her face* H-Hey. I know that was scary...breath slowly ok? In...out....in...out...

Joseph: I trust you... so don't apologize for her, Holly. She can do it herself when she comes back. *he pulls his friend into a tight side hug* It's ok. Just focus on us, alright?

Kazeko: *between gasps, she nods* Thank- you- I'm- sorry- *gasp* *shaking her head, she does her best to ground herself*

Holly: It's ok, it's ok...do you want me to get you some water or anything?

Kazeko: *she nods her head, her breathing starting to slow down a little* Thank you- It's- ok- ... haa- I'll be- alright... *her eyebrows furrow and turn upward. again, she made the people she cares about worry about her*

Joseph: *he smiles a bit, rubbing her arm. good, she's calming down*

Holly: *she gives her a small side hug before leaving to fetch some water for her anyway*

Joseph: ... *after a couple more moments, he gives her another squeeze* Are you gonna be alright? Do you need anything?

Kazeko: *breathing raggedly now, but slowly, she lifts her head to reply* No... it happens... I don't need it right now...

Kakyoin: ... Gomen... gomen... *he murmurs to Rose, pulling his knees to his chest and burying his face*

Rose: ....*she turns around, and kneels down next to Kakyoin* ....Are you blaming yourself? Don't. It can't be helped. Shes held contempt for me for so many years now, I should of expected she'd explode sooner or later...

Kakyoin: Of course I am... it's... I'm the one who attacked...

Rose: ...You know, you say that but, she didn't blame you. When we, or more like I, was getting that washrag, she was concerned about you. She worried if you were going to be ok, since that...thing was literally pulled out of your brain.

Kakyoin: ... she did...? *he lifts his head ever so slightly, his hair splayed messily across his knee*

Rose: She was also worried about the possibility of you getting brain damage from that extraction. When I didn't really answer her, she got mad. *she looks amused for a moment* That fight that happened is...between her and I. It had nothing to do with you. She doesn't hate you, quite the opposite.

Kakyoin: *his expression lightens, then falls again* ... even so... I... I'm sorry... if things are rough between the two of you...

Rose: *she shakes her head* It's been this way for years, it can't be helped. I thought we were finally getting along again, but...

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Who is this him that Rose mentioned, that caused a bad trigger in Shanna? You’ll find out in future unmasking posts.

Shanna and Jotaro had a bad argument with eachother after this, and shortly after, I want to reassure you guys that Shanna does return and apologize to everyone because hey, she realized she was kind of being a bitch. Knowing Jotaro is probably sulking in his own way after such a bad argument with eachother, she looks for him in the Kujo estate and properly apologizes to him too, and they both have an actual talk this time to clear up the horrible misunderstandings that were going on. Shanna later also apologizes to Rose for saying such a horrible thing to her. Their relationship is still rocky when the Stardust Crusader journey happens, they never get back to getting along after years of fighting eachother until post SDC I’m afraid.

To hopefully clear anything up, this is the only horrible fight the Metal Queen, as I noticed you guys like to call her, has with the SDC. She gets along with them all fine throughout the journey, and post SDC, she even starts calling Joseph ‘Jiji’, like Jotaro does!

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kpop-bg-roleplay · 3 years

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(I've decided to send all of our replies in one here for an overview so far! The rest of our rp is going through asks!)

Finding the same nine people you were joking around during the day, carrying weaponry and dealing with drugs in a dimly lit alley way was more than a shock to your system. The first to acknowledge your presence was Hyerin, and holy hell did her expression carry a complete 180' from how she looked that morning. Was this really the same person? "Elise, what are you doing snooping around? The night is a dangerous place."

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"I was about to go home actually", I answered her while holding my grocery bag slightly tighter in my hands at the scene in front of me. "What did you do to those people?", I asked the whole as my body language showed tensed up shoulders, ragged breath, pupils widened and having an even more paled up face than usually. The scene in front of me could be out of a crime scene. Bodies on the ground and only the guys I've called my so called friends standing in the middle of it.

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All she did was look at Hongjoong, who immediately caught onto what she was thinking about and ordered the others to get back in the group car. Joining his right-hand, Hongjoong rolled his eyes, "None of your business, unless you'd rather get scarred."

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"Alright. I've never seen anything", I asked him as I morphed my face completely blank despite my stiff posture before looking behind me briefly and then making my way, passing the car while only shaking my head in dissappointment at Hyerin.

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They had no other business that night, and returned to the car before Seonghwa drove back to the cafe. Sighing as they all walked inside, Yunho needed very little incentive to gather intel on you; you had found them out - in a way - after all.

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"I'm home", I called out and walking inside my house to sort my groceries inside the fridge. I didn't hear anything besides the Amazon Echo greeting me back. Walking inside the living room to turn the lights on, with a beer glass in my hand I then went ahead to recall the memories of what happened a few hours ago. The bodies on the ground, Hyerin and the others being completely different from how I know them and knowing now that they're somehow involved in something criminal, I've decided to stay away from them as good as possible.

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Finding your location, then everything else about you was easy. Yunho scoffed as he made his way through your systems, who actually kept Echoes? Especially when they're such easy targets. Yeosang couldn't have agreed more as he rerouted through the smart devices in your home, the data falling in his lap like candy. Meanwhile, Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Hyerin were in the leader's office discussing what they would do with you. Leave you and possibly risk having you reveal them to the police, or keep you under watch.

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"And... another night alone with no friends to help me finish my food from yesterday", I sighed softly to myself as I looked at the time and walking upstairs to the attic. I opened the door to reveal hundreds rolls of paintings I've been doing in the past. When you walk upstairs, you can smell the plastic mixed in with a white substance called C17H21NO4 or for the Day to Day person between us, Cocaine. I use that particular powder in my paintings, hidden in the pigments and the paper that can be used to smoke it as a cigarette or joint. I've had some encounters indirectly with the dealers from BigHit and Pledis but had managed to keep my name clean up until now. I've started early with selling it in the black market as dupes for certain museums. The actual thieves swapped them out with mine and I can still see one of the not caught paintings in the next Art museum. Nobody has to know that unless they start to actually burn the paintings that most of these are priceless. I always have them in big jars that are labeled as Sugar and Flour, one being more intense than the other but the results are mostly the same.

The thing is, I started at the age of 15. I was stupid and unknowingly sold them online to finance my living expenses for some pocket money after my escape from the organization. Then I found out about it through an unknown source that works for those people and...here I am. Not even Hyerin knows about it, because I always lock the attic and most people wouldn't be assuming that there are illegal drug paintings in there in the first place anyways. She never seemed to be interested in it and asked me questions.

Here I am, making sure that my newest painting gets sold online as the address is always changing in alphabetical order. It can't be the same route as it's another drug dealers territory and he's a scary bulky man that I ALMOST broke his nose when we were talking the first time I've put it in there. I got away with a few bruises anyways, no big deal.

A few days since then passed after the encounter that they're in the mafia and I kept my distance with each member of Hyerins friend group. I went the other way when I heard familiar steps, excuse myself from attending classes and turning in my assignments online, and I ignored Hyerins texts and calls as good as I can. But...the Mafia people are persistent more than the scam callers or mild inconveniences on the street to make you donate to a charity.

I heard my bell ring one night on a Saturday, while I was finishing my painting for the night. I kept the door to my attic open and walking downstairs with my mask on before opening up. Well, it wasn't for sure the neighbors that got my packages or the delivery guy I've been waiting on for 20 minutes. It's them. And I immediately tried to close the door shut.

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A week's worth of research, intelligence gathering and hacking on part of Yunho and Yeosang had paid off. And they weren't in the mood to be patient. In silent agreement, Seonghwa and Mingi kicked the door down together, the group walking in with a beyond intimidating presence. "Gather everything of value, I want to see this place ransacked, understand?" Hongjoong ordered, no room in his tone for debate. Hyerin seemed to have taken an interest in the jars, and began to walk towards you, "Interested in the world of narcotics, are we? How fascinating." Her words weren't scary on their own, but with a handgun in her hand and the more than evident danger she carried with her, Hyerin could induce a nightmarish fear in even the most hardened individuals.

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"Do whatever you want, but if you want to take something... you have to pay for it first", I began saying and being to list all of the prices at each item they're holding, "You". I pointed at Mingi first who's holding my lamp, "I got it from Ikea for 25,99€ plus the light switch. You". I pointed to Hyerin as she's taking an interest in my jars of cocaine, "That includes highly concentrated cocaine and because it's opened it's going to be released in the air around us that will get us addicted. It's also 3000€ worth per kilograms. You." I then pointed at Yunho and Yeosang, "Individual paintings are worth 5000€ each, customized fakes are 10.000€ and up worth. The the ones you're holding are for my customers that pay lots of it and if you want to snatch it it's 40 Million€ worth. You". I pointed at San and Wooyoung carrying out my pigments, "I made these myself and they're mixed with the cocaine. I would say 500.000 in total and You." I pointed at Hongjoong and Seonghwa that is taking a sit on my couch, "390€ and 5.99€ each of the pillows. And lastly, you." I looked over Jongho with a tired sigh, "Please don't raid my fridge...". I sighed softly before doing the math in my head, "That'll be 4.518.421,98€, please. I take checks too". And despite being terrified of every member of the Mafia people, I managed to sit down on the couch to cross my arms over my chest. Until I got a gun against my temple, which made me raise an eyebrow. My forehead started to sweat, my hands got clammy and my throat dried up immensely but I took a deep breath to calm myself down. "What are you going to do with me once you took everything out of my house and killed me? I mean, I didn't tell anyone about your hidden secret,Hyerin. I've lived my life in peace and didn't meddle in on your business. Don't you think that I deserve a different death than a gun against my head?", I began to speak slowly and looking at her direction with a small smile despite her glaring that already killed me, "I want to be killed in a different way, not like that"

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Maybe the three eldest of Ateez had a twisted sense of mercy, or maybe they were interested, but once Hongjoong had processed how much money you could possibly bring in, he was at Herin's side, whispering in her ear. With an amused smirk, Hyerin put the gun back in the holster and chuckled, "Since my friend here is so~ interested in your works, Hongjoong thinks I should let you go." Her laugh was dangerous, as she called for the the others to bring the artworks to the van. Walking to you, Hongjoong crossed his arms, "You'll make us quite a bit of profit, you'll be pretty useful with us. " He remarked, voice twinged with interest. How much could you make them? Well, that was for them to find out. And it would cost you absolute loyalty to the mafia, and Seonghwa was still unsure whether you'd be a good fit.

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"I choose death please", I replied blankly and sighing softly as I immediately shake my head at their direction and pointing at Hyerins gun, "Please shoot me, or roll me over with your car or burn me alive. Anything to satisfy your twisted fake conceptions of sadism."

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A dark, slightly seductive (well, to the others, with you, who knew?) chuckle fell from the other female in the room, as she ran her tongue over her lips. Fuck, that was hot. Sadism? That would her be middle name. "Oh, oh~ I haven't been in the Crimson ward in so long~ maybe I should give our little friend here a personal tour?" She taunted, flicking your chin with the tip of her nails. "I agree with Hongjoong, let's take this one with us."

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"Careful, I bite", I played along with with her and holding her cheek gently to kiss her forehead lightly, "But I would rather go ahead and begin suicide than leaving my house in the middle of the night. I can't leave physically this place, unless you want me to paint ugly paintings that aren't worth lots of money? I wonder what would happen if I just killed myself now?"

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Okay, you were a brave one. Amused, Hyerin pulled you to your feet by you collar and whispered, her breath fanning your neck, "From now on, your life is in my hands, understand that? And don't you worry about the quality, you'll have a much better studio for your art." She saw something in you, and she wanted to harness that. The other members had long since emptied the apartment of your artworks, and they were in the van. They'd definitely sell to the highest bidder, and my God there were crooked curators who'd kill to get hands on your art.

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"Let me say goodbye before I go", I requested to her and gently taking her hands off my collar to take a few steps back. "Would you be kind and wait outside? I won't take long", I added with a small smile that seemed almost too forced but I refused to cry infront of anyone

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"Very well. Make it quick, and don't you dare think about running." Hyerin replied simply, her arms folded at her chest. Reading emotions was no effort, and it was clear you had no intention of streaking your face with tears in their presence. Walking by the door, she gave you one last look before she stepped outside, silently ordering the soldiers in the other cars to surround the building. Trying to flee wouldn't be a good idea, nor would breaking the miniscule amount of trust Hyerin had granted you.

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Walking to my room that I usually put in my clothes in my luggage, I somehow played it off with no suspicion whatsoever for now. Taking out a piece of paper to then start writing a note to people who are going to be searching for me, at least I hoped that someone would care about me in my friend group. I sighed softly as I kept it short and simple to write down a simple note of me being taken away to a remote place for awhile. Wiping my tears away from my eyes as I hide the note in between the broken cracks of the house, I walked out of my room to do a last room tour to then join the group again. "My luggage, here's also my ID... I don't think I need it anymore from now on", I mumbled and avoiding their eyes as good as I can while handing my belongings to them. Walking over to the trunk, I willingly climb in to avoid talking to anyone as good as possible.

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By the time you stepped inside the trunk, the others had all piled in and were more than just a little impatient to get back. Taking the wheel, Seonghwa pressed his foot on the gas and soon you found yourself on the way back to the...cafe? The Twilight Cafe was probably the most innocent looking cafe on the street, and that's where they were returning to?

What?

Parking round the back, the members all filed out, entering the cafe and taking a seat. The three eldest remained, ordering the soldiers to bring your belongings into the main part of the building, and Hongjoong pulled you out of the trunk, a bored stare in his eyes.

"You'll be escorted to the living quarters. Don't cause any trouble; I'm not looking to get my gun out right now."

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"Yes, Sir", I replied in a small whisper, following the people inside while keeping a straight face. I couldn't even hide my stiff posture, how I'm holding my hands behind my back as if I'm a prisoner and the bloodied underlip that I've bit on the whole time. It didn't help my situation at this point on how my stomach started to rumble loudly during the ride and how nauseated I'm feeling due to motion sickness.

I didn't look around the cafe at all, too scared to anger even more people and knowing that I'm not going to get my freedom back at all is the worst thing that could be happening to a human being. I know that I'm fucked at this point. Sometimes I wished to be not able to draw or paint, maybe then I'd be a normal person with a bright future.

'I want this nightmare to end already... please help me', I thought to myself almost desperately and started to pray in my head already. I'm thinking of ending my life at this point, ending the pain and start somewhere new. I think it's out of question right now and the pressure only pumped up my adrenaline rush in my system. My survival instincts are tingling and my heart beats even louder than a hammer against a wall.

The steps stopped ultimately, and I snapped out of my trance. It's a small room, enough to sleep in and change your clothes. Plus an attached bathroom, that didn't have security cameras. I'm slightly thankful for it at least, they give me the privacy to an extent. I didn't think much of what happened afterwards, nodding along the order for tomorrow and I was finally alone. Alone as I can get, at least.

So I quickly walked inside the bathroom to get everything out of my system and let my guard down. I cried in silence, hugging my knees and hiding behind my hands to muffle out my sobs. "I want to...go home", I whispered gently to myself and swallowing thickly, my body started to shake violently due to the pressure. I'm currently having a panic attack and I couldn't control it entirely. For some reason, I managed to pass out on the bed, shaking violently to the core and desperately trying to stay conscious to not cause even more problems.

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Once you had been escorted from the initial cafe space, Hyerin immediately got up, getting her phone to discuss the latest findings with the financial heads at KQ -one of which she was a deputy to. There was much to discuss. And she'd definitely have to work overnight to draft up a reasonable report to KQ.

Among all the staff that walked around the complex, one stood out. Younger than Ateez's youngest, a high rank that almost rivalled Ateez themselves. With a tablet in hand, she walked through the dorms until she arrived at your rooms, a mutter of 'this wasn't used before...' coming from her.

She entered your room, making no announcement that she was entering. Maybe she had received similar training to the mafia members themselves, because her presence was palpable in the air. She tsked when she saw your condition, placing her tablet on the windowsill and walked over to you.

"Come to your senses, you've been brought here and you need to hurry up and accept it. Now what's you name? I have to provide KQ with accurate reports."

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"Elise Liddell, Ma'am. I would appreciate it if I could use this night to eventually finish my mental break down until tomorrow morning", I answered her as quickly as possible, almost making it sound that I've rapped and my still shaking body leaning towards the cold wall. Wiping my tears away from my eyes, I avoided her gaze despite listening to her instructions intensely. "I'm just an ordinary artist, my paintings aren't real to be original.", I continued further, then quieting down as I don't want to spill out more information about myself and why I'm even doing my current profession as follows. 'Over my dead body, I'll be free in no time, even if I have to plot against them somehow', I thought, straightening my posture and eventually looking at the person nearby the windowsill. "What am I supposed to do tomorrow morning? I have to go to college and I don't want to be raising suspicion over my disappearence that soon", I asked her, coughing slightly as the crying made me thirsty, yet knowing that those bastards are going to love it to see me dying of dehydration soon.

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The girl almost laughed. Almost. Scoffing, she tilted her head and gave you an overly sweet smile. But her eyes held something much, much more dangerous. "I'm not going to stop your precious little mental breakdown, go right ahead~."

The very idea that Ateez had someone as young as the girl in front of you working with them definitely seemed off. Shouldn't she at least be in school? Reaching for her tablet, she was quiet for a moment before meeting your eyes.

"Ateez will take care of that. If you require something to drink I will put in a notice for the staff to provide a water dispenser."

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"The absence of me entering college should be because I got either pregnant and have to leave due to my VISA or because I'm going back to Germany to fulfill one of the courses there. Any other reason isn't acceptable at all", I sighed softly and nodding slowly at the water dispenser for my casual use. "Anything else that I need to know?"

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All she did was roll her eyes. It wasn't her problem, neither did she care. Whatever excuse they came up with would have to be the one you accepted. "You're not to enter Hongjoong, Seonghwa or Hyerin's office without letting either them or myself know beforehand." About to continue, her focus is drawn to someone calling her name.

"Minnie, you're needed in Seonghwa's office."

"Okay Kai, I'll be there."

At least you knew her name. Leaving the room and shutting the door behind her, you were left to your own devices, and thoughts, again.

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'If she's going to tell them what excuse they should use in order to get me out of there, they also don't know who I'm close in contact too.', I thought to myself, drinking the water that Kai brought earlier to then walk to the bathroom and using some of the time to clean myself up as good as possible. The room had my luggage inside and instead of hyperventilating the whole time, I looked straight at the camera to flip off with my perfectly long nails to the person who watches me now. The ordering process of my stuff, made me calm down just a little bit, despite the shaky hands and the low blood pressure I'm feeling on my body the whole time. I sighed softly to myself, taking out my Notebook to write down the first informations about today.

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Holy shit I forgot how long our responses were. Also I am practically gonna include eveny group I stan in this plot.

The rest of the complex was active, like a city that never slept. Throughout the night, footsteps rang through the building, staff - and some of Ateez themselves - working the night shift, keeping all operations stable. One location in particular that was lit up like daylight was the camera and intel rooms, where Yunho was asleep on a bed in the back, while Yeosang watched the moniters with his team, rolling his eyes as he checked the camera in your room. Thank God he’d only have to keep that camera installed for another few weeks. Watching new arrivals for their three month probation period was a pain, and more often than not he left the task to some unsuspecting staff. And that’s exactly what he did.

“Hey, Yang Jungwon, watch our new arrival, I need a smoke break.”

“Y-Yes Sir!”

#roleplay prompt #prompt #submission #thisisnoteuropeanstyle #ateez #ot8 #oc #x y/n #mafia au #tw smoking #smoking tw #smoking

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biohazard-inevitable · 4 years

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Red Exit

A Roadrat fanfic + D.Va that was inspured by the two Junkers and a D.VA short as well as a rp I did with @emile-hides and @aripan12 !The comic link can be found on Emile’s site along with his fanfic with a similar concept that also ispired this fic! I kind of left the ending a bit ambiguous and mainly focused in on the relationship Junkrat and Roadhog had. Hope you enjoy!

“Roadie! Oi! Roadie!” Junkrat’s nasally voice broke out into Roadhog’s ear as he slept in. Roadhog gruffed out a huff as he sat up and glared down at his small companion.

“What?” He asked, standing up a little.

“Listen do ya know where tha’ bloody tape went? I need it for a project.” Junkrat said, then proceeded to follow Roadhog as he silently walked over to a stash of junk and pulled out a fat roll of duct tape from it, throwing it unceremoniously at Junkrat. Junkrat caught it with a little bit of a fumble as he giggled a bit. “Thanks mate!”

Roadhog watched as his companion scuttled back outside to his workshop like the rat he was. He shrugged and sighed a bit as he prepared lunch for Jamison, knowing the idiot probably hadn’t bothered to feed himself. Soon after making a sandwich for the bastard, Roadhog lumbered out to the workshop where he found Junkrat fully hyper focused on whatever the fuck he was building.

“Rat.” He growled out, snapping the rodent of a man out of his trance as he threw the sandwhich onto the table. “Eat.”

“Ah cheers mate.” Junkrat said, grabbing the sandwich and swiftly taking a bite out of it. “Nearly forgot!” A titteribg laugh followed this comment and Roadhog rolled his eyes underneath his mask. Of course he forgot.

“I’m goin into town.” Roadhog said as he turned and began walking out of the workshop.

“Oh ye are? Lemme come with!” Junkrat said, beginning to trail behind his bodyguard. “I need some things, scrap mostly.” Junkrat then let out a squeak as he was grabbed by his tire and promptly shoved into a sitting position on his couch.

“Stay.” Roadhog snarled from underneath his mask before finally making his leave. Junkrat crossed his arms and pouted.

“Big lug cant tell me what ta do.” He mumbled go himself. Junkrat wasn’t going to disobey his bodyguard however, he knew he’d never hear the end of it from the guy if he did so he continued to work on his project.

As Roadhog approached the gates to Junkertown, a rather interesting sight caught his eye. A girl was sat outside the city of waste, pounding as hard as she could on the rusty metal doors.

“Please! Please let me in! I need help!” The girl wailed out pathetically.

She was an interesting one that was for sure. Decked out in a pink and blue outfit and with shiny hair that must have been freshly washed, she looked out of place here in the wasteland. Not that Roadhog could give to shits anyways, she was in the way. Swiftly and with a strong wrist-flicking movement, Roadhog’s hook flug out and wrapped harshly against the girl’s waist, pulling her in closer.

“Get outta the way.” Roadhog snarled out as he walked past her and up to the gates.

“Sir please!” The girl said boldly. “Just hear me out, okay?”

Roadhog turned to her and huffed, crossing his arms impatiently as he decided to hear her out.

“My name is Hana Song! I was a MEKA pilot over in South Korea. I was kidnapped and abandoned here and I need help finding a way home!” She was determined, that was for sure, but she was also rather naive to think a Junker would help her.

“What makes you think I’d help you?” Roadhog questioned, looking the skinny girl up and down.

“You Junkers like money, right? W-well back home I’ve got lots of it!” Hana said, the confidence in her voice slipping. Roadhog sighed and figured supplies could wait. They needed a boat.

“Follow me.” Roadhog huffed out as he began the short trek back to the shack.

As they approached the shack, Roadhog knocked on the side of the hole that was one of three entrances to Junkrat’s workshop.

“Well yer back early.” Junkrat said, getting up and hobbling over to Roadhog. “Wait a minute, who’s the random sheila? Don’t tell me yer bringin brothel girls back ta our place!”

“Shut up.” Roadhog snarled. “This is Hana. We’re taking her back to Korea.”

“Kor ee ha?” Junkrat voiced out, saying it wrong several times. “Where’s that? Is it near Sydney or that near wherever Brisbane is?”

“Shut it.” Roadhog snarled out a second time. “I have a buddy that owes me a solid. He can get us a boat and then we can-“ Roadhog could barely say anything else as he was immediately cut off by Junkrat.

“Wait wait wait, a boat? Alright first off, since when do you have a buddy that owes ye a solid? Secondly, are we really jus up an leavin? What about our revenge on the queen? What about our agreement? We just gonna lug that with us?” Although Junkrat brought up some valid points, Roadhog could care less.

“Shut up or I’ll leave you here alone.” Roadhog hissed out. An empty threat, but definitely one that Junkrat wouldn’t try to test. At least, that’s what Roadhog hoped.

“Foine then.” Junkrat said, standing up straight to his full height. “You go getcher boat and I’ll just sit around then. Keep yer secrets an all that. Not like I get any say in the matter anyways!”

God he was such a child sometimes, but Junkrat’s tone felt different. There was a slight wobble to it, almost like the pathetic man was on the verge of tears. Roadhog tried to ignore it as he left.

“Watch the kid.” He huffed out briefly before he left back in the direction of Junkertown.

After Roadhog returned, they began formulating a proper plan and aranged their agreements with Hana regarding the money.

“This better be some good fuckin loot if we’re goin all this way outta our way fer ya.” Junkrat said sternly, eyeing Hana with suspicion as he leaned forward a bit. “And if you try ta juke us-“

“Rat that’s enough.” Roadhog growled, watching as the pyromaniac sank down into a slump on his seat. “The boat will be ready by early morning, before dawn. So let’s get some rest before we head out.”

The group nodded in agreement before setting to their spots to rest, Hana taking the upstairs couch and Junkrat going out to his workshop couch to rest as well. Roadhog did his best to try and sleep, but to no abail. Finally, he gave up in the middle of the night, opting to go outside to the cliff and gaze off of it and into the endless expanse of the wasteland.

“Couldn’t sleep either, huh Roadie?” Junkrat’s voice caught Roadhog off guard as the scrawny man came over beside him. “Mind if I join ya for a tick?”

Roadhog merely huffed in a way that said, “do whatever you’d like” and Junkrat promptly sat down beside him. For once, the two Junkers sat together in silence before Roadhog finally broke the silence.

“It’s my fault.”

“Huh? Whatcha mean Roadie?” Junkrat’s amber eyes looked up at Roadhog gently.

“All of this.” Roadhog gestured out to the wilderness in front of him. Junkrat let out a breif scoff at the gesture.

“Don’t flatter yerself! All this can’tve possible been all one man’s fault.”

“You don’t understand.” Roadhog sighed. “You weren’t there. If only I hadn’t been in the ALF. If only I hadn’t caused the omnium to explode-“ A metalic hand rested on his thigh and cut him off.

“Mako. Listen to me. It ain’t yer bloody fault.” Junkrat’s tone was deeper, more serious. “If the omnium hadn’t exploded, a lotta things wouldn’t’ve happened mate.”

“I know. You would probably have become a child soldier, or maybe even have a chance at a happy life, a normal life. Not this bullshit.”

“Oh would you shut the fuck up already?” Junkrat sighed out. “I like this life if you’d ask me. Wot I meant was, if the omnium hadn’t exploded, I wouldn’t have found my love for bombs. More importantly,” Junkrat moved his hands up to the sides of Roadhog’s mask and stood up on a rock to look into the eye holes of his mask. “I wouldn’t have met you.”

“Jamison.” Roadhog gently grasped onto Junkrat’s hands, pulling them down and away from his mask. “Trust me, you would have loved a happier, normal life. A life without me in it.”

“Bullshit.” Junkrat rested his forehead on Roadhog’s, tears welling up in his eyes. “I wouldn’t change this life for anything else in the world.” Junkrat gently unclasped the pig mask and left it up to Roadhog to remove it if he wanted to, which he did.

“Why?” Roadhog asked as he took his mask off slowly, revealing his mutilated face.

“Because you fucking dumbass,” Junkrat sniffled a little bit and smiled softly at the sight of Roadhog’s face. “Because I love you.”

#overwatch #junkrat #roadrat oneshot #roadrat fic #roadrat and a dva #fluffy roadrat

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wrote this a few months ago for a collaborative writing/rp project i did with some friends. i figured it was time it made its way over here to my tumblr. sapphics please feel free to project i know i did when i wrote this!

yasha sits alone on the train. rain pounds against the windows and distant lightning illuminates the sky from where she came. around her, in the car, families chat and couples share each others’ laps. it’s late, so they speak in hushed voices and ghosted whispers.

alone in her group of seats, yasha stares out the window at the dark landscape passing by. trips for the stormlord can be a variety of things, and they usually come quite quickly and without warning. this trip had been, to her surprise, quite easy. the stormlord, though not a...verbal god, always seemed to know exactly what she needed--even when she didn’t, even when she was lost beyond belief. sometimes simplicity is key. sometimes leaving without warning, distancing yourself, is a good thing. she almost didn’t bring her phone; only the realization that she would be on a train without headphones convinced her to take it. she has them on now, but she isn’t listening. her mind is somewhere else entirely.

zuala smiles from the seat across from her. she’s not there, not really. just a memory.

yasha smiles back. a rare smile that only two people in the world have ever seen. a smile that loves and a smile that kills.

zuala shakes her head at the thought and laughs. you’re not getting it, she says.

yasha frowns. love, this isn’t something to laugh about.

i think, all things considered, i am the one who gets to decide that. zuala stands up from her seat, and yasha is suddenly acutely aware of how small these trains are. even now, years later, zuala’s beauty takes yasha’s breath away. she has never been a good writer, but yasha could write an entire encyclopedia on her intricacies. yasha always falls in love with colorful people, it seems.

red. /red/.

adjective. a very simple way to describe her hair. the way it’s always messy, no matter how many braids you put in it. filled with trinkets and clips and ties. the way the house was full of them but they’d always disappear. the way her hair is still all over your things, years later. the way you tell yourself you don’t deserve even that little piece of her, but the way they still show up. stubborn. like her.

noun. the color of your blood (tainted) and the color of hers (pure and flowing freely). the color of rage, of fear, of hurting the wrong people. the color that looks you in the eyes and says that it should have been you. the color that your hands are stained.

in front of her, zuala smiles at her again and holds out her hand for yasha to take. rain still pounds against the train’s window. whispered conversations filter their way into yasha’s ears, but they’re just background noise. her wife is calling her.

she takes zuala’s hand and stands up. there is a moment where they are so, so close, and yasha can feel it--that buzzing possibility, that adrenaline. that memory of a thousand long-passed kisses, each one more overwhelming than the last. that promise of another that hovers just on the surface of zuala’s soft smile. green glitter on her lips.

and then, still holding her hand, zuala steps backward. instinctively, yasha follows her.

her feet, now bare, touch dewy grass. above her, the afternoon sun covers the world in gentle warmth. yasha, still holding zuala’s hand, blinks. a beautiful field of wildflowers greets her, soft and familiar--parallel to the one in her bedroom. it stretches on for miles, only ending at the edges of a forest at the far end. all sorts of groundcover blanket the earth around them, a gentle dusting of purples and yellows over a sea of green. she laughs in surprise and delight and turns to zuala. what is this?

zuala brings yasha’s hand to her chin and rubs it gently, a gesture of pure love that yasha has not experienced in years. a gift. a bribe. a memory that’s not quite there.

yasha looks at her, and then looks at her meadow. she would like to stay here forever, she thinks. her wife and her flowers. her wife--

hold on. what do you mean, bribe?

zuala, in turn, pulls her close and gives her a kiss.

green. /gren/.

adjective. the color of pure life. it fills you up. it spreads from your heart to your chest to your lips to your hands as you inhale, breathe it in. that color, that energy, that life. everything is green when she touches you.

noun. chlorophyll is what makes plants green. you didn’t have many chlorophyll plants when you were with her--in fact, you barely had any plants around you at all. she was the embodiment of life. she was your persephone. you didn’t need flowers because you had her. but she dreamed of them. you told her once that you were going to find her flowers, a whole garden of them, because she deserved to be happy. you have one now, a garden in a book, but it’s too late. you’re too late.

it steals yasha’s breath away, literally and figuratively. zuala’s kiss was like nothing yasha had ever experienced before or since. every time it stuns her. it’s a force of nature. it is nature. zuala’s kiss is the kiss of the earth, strong and steady and gentle and all-encompassing. when zuala kisses her she can feel herself decomposing, another corpse being taken over by mother nature. zuala is life embodied. yasha exhales poison and zuala turns it into oxygen, turns her rage into love, turns her vengeance into forgiveness.

and then it ends, as all things do. even mother nature herself has to breathe.

oh, yasha says, because what else can you say after something like that?

zuala, flushed and energized, gives yasha a wide grin. i have an idea. do you trust me?

of course. there is no hesitation in yasha’s mind when she answers.

the sincerity in her voice seems to catch zuala off guard. she blushes, then composes herself and clears her throat. good. follow me!

wait, what? but zuala has already let go of her hand. she runs down the hill, laughing.

there is a feeling, in the back of yasha’s mind, that this is a turning point. that something isn’t right, that this won’t end well. but she trusts her love, so she runs too. bare feet against the dew-soaked green below her. following the red.

in front of her, zuala is laughing. she does a cartwheel and dew sprays up, glimmering in the sunlight. yasha send out a little whoop! she could never get the hand of cartwheels herself. yasha was the muscle; she could kill with one hit. but zuala was all long limbs and dexterity, flips and runs. they would race and spar during their free time. yasha could win the sparring, but she was never able to beat zuala’s stamina in a race. now, yasha gives herself a bursts of energy, drawing from her reserves. but zuala is just too fast.

and then yasha slips. her hands shoot out to catch herself, and when she looks up zuala is gone.

before her sits the entrance to the forest. it is dark and thick, unlike the meadow of dreams that sits behind her. this green is more primal, more feral, more powerful. this isn’t just life, this is judgment.

yasha does not want to go in. in the back of her mind, she knows what’s coming. she recognizes this too, she knows what this is.

love, are you coming? comes a call from inside. i have a surprise for you.

yasha takes a hesitant step forward, and then another. i thought you said it was an idea?

well, it’s kind of both. the forest green laughs. you’ll see.

as she brings herself into the forest, yasha can feel the meadow disappearing behind her. she doesn’t look. instead, she keeps her eyes forward, searching the green for a burst of red, searching for her love.

the trees are taller than any she’s ever seen before. yasha is a very big woman, but she couldn’t even come close to the size of these trunks. they watch her as she passes through their domain. some are unbothered, some are curious. she finds herself saying excuse me to the undergrowth as she pushes through as carefully as she can.

as she gets further in, everything seems to get bigger and bigger. the trees, who were about two-yashas in size when she entered, are now at least five. they tower over her, whispering. the undergrowth is thicker, too, almost pressing in. guarding. excuse me, she says again, this time a little more forceful.

she starts to get worried. there’s no way zuala went in this far, right? did yasha miss her? the trees watch from above as her searching becomes more frantic. zuala! love, i can’t find you!

i’m over here! her voice is so far away. are you coming? i have something to show you!

yasha starts running in the direction of her voice. she jumps over roots the size of her own body, ducks under branches too low to be alive. the giant forest’s gossip gets louder in her ears. she has to find her, has to be there. zuala has something to show her and yasha would not miss it for the entire world.

and just like that, it’s over. the trees watch from their normal perches, normal sizes. the undergrowth lets her pass. and in front of her is zuala, who looks a little surprised. are you okay, love? you look worried.

yasha blinks. she’s found zuala in a small clearing and zuala has something dark in her hand. patches of sunlight freckle the mossy floor. yeah….yeah, i’m okay. i just couldn’t find you for a second there. i’m not very good with directions, you know?

zuala smiles. she hesitates, playing with whatever is in her hands, then looks away. yasha….what if we were never separated again?

what? yasha takes a step forward into the clearing. the underbrush closes behind her. she barely notices. the moss is soft under her feet.

zuala laughs nervously. i mean, gods know you can’t walk around a forest without someone holding your hand. you need someone to….keep you from getting lost.

she’s nervous. why is she nervous? what are you saying, love? just draw me a map.

no, that’s not--that’s not what i mean, yasha.

yasha reaches her. she’s still not making eye contact. what’s wrong, love?

zuala bites her lip. she’s never nervous like this. yasha tries to reach out, take her hand, but she quickly moves it away.

zuala. please tell me what’s wrong.

the forest holds its breath.

zuala looks up. she’s so incredibly beautiful. yasha….do you love me?

yasha actually laughs at that. of course. i always have and i always will. you give me life.

she smiles. and…….this is the important part, yasha. do you trust me?

there is a rare seriousness to zuala’s tone that yasha matches in her response. completely.

then let’s attach ourselves.

yasha starts. above her, the forest whispers again. sorry?

now that she’s said it, zuala seems to gain traction. yeah, let’s just do it. it can be just us. nobody else has to know. nobody’s around to see. i love you and you love me and there’s no...you know….logical reason why we shouldn’t, you know? our love is beautiful. it should be celebrated just like everyone else’s. i have the binding cloth prepared.

this is overwhelming. but despite everything, despite the stakes and the ever-watching forest, yasha is inclined to say yes. she thinks the clearing is getting smaller.

in front of her, zuala opens her hand to reveal a long, dark strip of cloth. only if you want to. i’m sorry, i should have talked to you about this first. this wasn’t a good idea. i’m sorry, love, let’s just go back. unless you would like to do it, do this--i just, your expression, it’s kind of hard to tell. it’s up to you, love.

she fidgets with the binding cloth as she babbles. yasha watches her, entranced, and finds that she is looking at her wife.

yasha puts a hand over zuala’s. she stops mid-sentence.

yes.

a cold wind brushes through the clearing, tossing zuala’s hair. what?

some of the hair got caught in zuala’s mouth. yasha brings her thumb up to zuala’s lip to brush it away. let’s do it.

it’s zuala’s turn to be stunned. yasha hasn’t removed her hand from zuala’s mouth, and zuala’s own hand finds itself resting over hers. are you sure, love?

zuala, you are my love and my life. you share my soul. i’m sure about that. i trust you completely. i want to spend the rest of my life with you. i don’t think i’ve ever been this sure of anything else in my entire life.

they’re both crying and laughing. all right, then, flower, zuala says. let’s make this official. she takes yasha’s hand from her face, and with the other one begins to wrap the binding cloth around their wrists. there’s rain in the air. the clearing is small and the green is deep. yasha watches her and feels….soft. and light. she feels like she is made completely out of love.

zuala begins to speak the words, twisting the cloth around their hands tighter and tighter. braids and knots almost seem to form on their own. yasha takes her end of the cloth and continues their ritual. their voices complement and harmonize with one another naturally. above them, the trees lean in.

zuala looks up and smiles. her eyes are full of tears. with her free hand, yasha pauses in her ritual and wipes them away. i love you.

i love you too.

their hands, now completely entwined, end. there is a moment where everything is still, and then yasha kisses her wife.

black. /blak/.

adjective. the color of your hair. the color of a promise. the color of silence and of change. a completeness or an absence.

noun. you were never superstitious, but she was. she would tell you that true black doesn’t happen naturally--that black was just really dark something-else. she said that if you ever came across anything that was true pitch you should run and never look back. you laughed.

something isn’t right. when yasha kisses zuala her lips feel wet and cold--there is no life. yasha pulls back, but the binding stops her.

zuala looks at her, confused and concerned. black liquid drips from her mouth. what’s wrong, love?

you--you’re--

yasha tries to take another step back, but the ceremonial binding is still holding them together. she looks down at their conjoined hands. from where the binding sits, zuala’s veins are black. the tips of her fingers are turning pale. as yasha watches in horror, the black liquid rises up zuala’s arms through her veins. she watches it travel up and up and up until it reaches zuala’s face. the wind rises, tossing her red, red, hair again.

yasha, what’s wrong? this is what you wanted, right? the binding?

no, no, we have to---we have to take it off, it’s killing you--love, it’s--

yasha reaches for her hunting knife but it isn’t there. nothing is there. she is nothing. she is trapped. in front of her, yasha’s wife looks on with black eyes and pitch tears. the forest is getting darker. the wind is pushing her, telling her to get out. but she can’t. she’s bound.

yasha, let go!

the darkness is rushing through the trees behind zuala. yasha can see it coming for her. the wind is strong and the forest is dark and humming and zuala bleeds black blood. yasha tries again, but to no avail. the binding is made of love and it’s not about to break for anything.

yasha. let me go!

i can’t! yasha cries. i’m scared and trapped and i’m not going to leave you!

the darkness presses in from all sides. black liquid pours from zuala’s mouth. the trees scream around them. everything is too much, too much, too much. she can’t--can’t let go--

yasha. look at me.

she can’t she can’t she can’t it’s everywhere and she needs to break out, needs to leave, needs to--

yasha.

her wife calls her. dimly, over the noise of the blackness, yasha can hear her.

you need to let me go.

i can’t, you know i can’t--

you have to. it will kill you.

i’d rather die with you then live without you.

well, zuala chuckles, my dying wish is to make sure you live a happy and full life. you wouldn’t deny me that, would you?

the blackness swirls around them, but they’re in the eye of the storm. the grass is green under their feet. yasha looks down at their hands, clasped. there is no binding cloth. just them, together, intertwined.

go, zuala says. deep red blood pours from her eyes but she smiles at yasha, unbothered. there are so many flowers in the world to see. don’t give it all up just for me. i’m already gone.

and she is. as yasha watches, zuala begins to fade into the dark. her skin turns pale and rots, gently, softly. a woman of the earth.

i love you, yasha says. it’s a fact.

i love you too, zuala says. it’s a promise.

yasha lets go of her hand. immediately, the blackness begins to take her wife. it envelops zuala like a lover. she smiles reassuringly, her eyes now holes, her skin now dirt.

yasha turns and runs.

the blackness chases her, but the trees let her pass. she runs and runs and runs, sprints through the unending forest. runs for miles, days, weeks. always, the blackness behind her, whispering promises of a guaranteed reunion, reminding her of the red on her hands. she’s tired, but she keeps running. it begins to rain. there’s a light up ahead, voices. if she can just reach it, reach them, then maybe she’ll be safe. maybe she can stop running.

rain pounds against the window of the train. yasha blinks tears from her eyes and turns down her headphones, letting the drumming of the familiar sound blend with whatever acoustic background music she had been listening to.

someone across the way is staring at her. she gives them an awkward wave and attempts a reassuring smile, then turns back to the window. she must look like a mess. who cries on the train? her, apparently. dreams are like that.

she should tell her friends she’s on her way back.

yasha picks up her phone. she should tell them.

the darkness outside almost seems to dim the lights for a moment.

she sighs and locks her phone, message unsent, and watches the raindrops trickle their way down the window.

#my writing #yasha #yasha nydoorin #yasha/zuala #critical role #critfic #idk what else to tag this #FEEDBACK APPRECIATED EVEN IF ITS JUST A KEYSMASH I WANT TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS #that scene where she runs thru the forest is my least favorite but i don't feel like editing atm so.

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