#the things those poor plushies are going to experience...

[thegloriousrevolution]

I heard the vaporeon sold out in three hours

so in other news Pokemon is releasing life-sized Eeveelution (+ Eevee) plushies. this would not be particularly noteworthy except for the fact that the plushies are FUCKING HUGE

[tteokdoroki]

tw ! smut, mdni, aged up characters, corruption kink, fem!reader.

megumi is so into corruption and he almost hates himself for it.

he likes the shy girls with little to no experience who go all wide eyed and squirmy when they’re told something nasty. he likes the girls who’s brains get a little bit fuzzy when they’re praised for the first time, when calling them a good girl makes their lashes flutter and their skin warm up.

megumi likes the girls who need to be guided through big crowds or held up in tight spaces because they’re a little clumsy and might fall. he has a l dirty little thing for the ones who post pictures with their pouty, glossy lips and pictures the same pigment smeared along his lengthy dick — teaching them how to suck it just right, messing up their angel faces with tears and spit and all sorts. sometimes he likes to be needed by sweet, innocent things who wear their skirts a little too short and adorn those frilly ankle socks that are enough to drive a man like him mad.

maybe it’s a little gross of him, to prey on the weak and the pure — slaughtering them like a lion feasting on a lamb. he can’t help that he likes the way your the lace frills around your ankles socks dangle over his broad shoulders when fucks you deep and slow against your girly sheets, amongst your soft plushies and pillows.

he can’t help but to relish the taste of your drooly lips and the sound of your babyish tears when he hits that special spot along your sticky, wet insides. megumi wants someone to dote on, someone to press into the sheets and ruin for better ( or for worse ). he wants to be the one who teaches these precious little gems like you how to be bad and the perfect little fuck toy all for him.

flashes of guilt often cross his mind, makes his brows crease at the centre of his forehead midway through bending you over the edge of your bed and ploughing your poor pussy until there’s a darkened wet patch staining your sheets. he really shouldn’t be doing this, not to someone as innocent as you. who doesn’t know any better.

but then you cry out his name in warbled gibberish, reaching back for fushiguro’s large, veiny hand because you like being used by this and how he makes your legs tremble and shooting stars strike a path before your very own glossy eyes. you like this just as much as he does. and suddenly, megumi doesn’t care

because he’s found a twisted happiness in the idea of corrupting you so bad that no one else can satisfy the misguided, devious thoughts in your head. so that you’ll seek him out for pleasure and pain, because you know just what he likes and he’s taught you exactly what he wants you to like. <3

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[crispy-bonnie]

MK1 guys attending the fair with their S/O

(Tomas Vrbada, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Raiden, Kenshi Takahashi, Syzoth, Liu Kang)

i just need to write these down because oh my god they've been stuck in my head for too long

this also ignores canon a bit (cough cough lin kuei cough cough) because i'm delusional and refuse to believe anything that bi-han did was canon /lh [lighthearted]

also not proofread and just a bit ooc , just made this outta impulse

• • • 🍟

Tomas likes to go on the rides, specifically the more intense ones. He just finds the thrill of being tossed and turned around fun. He will do his best to comfort you if you don't do well on those kinds of rides and will even bring motion sickness meds just for you. Also please hold him whenever you're scared on those rides because it makes him feel so happy to know that you're willing to cling to him shdbsb

Tomas also enjoys the fair games a lot, the both of you trying and failing miserably to win the games and simply laughing about it. There was only one time he ever won a game, and it was only because he used a bit of his magic to toss the ring around one of the poles. Even so, it was a win in his book.

• • • 🍟

Bi-Han doesn't really care for the fair. He's only there because both you and his brothers dragged him along. However, he seems to lighten up just a tad when he sees you gushing over how adorable one of the prize plushies is. He wastes no time in buying play tickets and making his attempt to win it just to impress you.

He eats shit every attempt that he tries. Eventually runs out of tickets and gets mad so he just uses his cryomancy out of pure rage. The poor guy at the stall is scared shitless and just claims that he won before handing him the huge ass plush out of fear. Bi-Han immediately hands it to you and just smiles tiredly at your giddy behavior as the two of you walk away hauling the big ass stuffy.

• • • 🍟

Kuai Liang has you on a leash because you get lost easily. Either that or he's just worried about losing you in the crowds. The leash is most likely latched to some kind of bag or belt that you might be wearing. Whether or not it's you or him taking the lead, he always makes sure he's got a firm hold on the leash.

If you get distracted or overwhelmed, Kuai Liang will tug lightly at the leash to bring you closer whilst muttering 'C'mere' under his breath. He'll hold your hand to keep you from straying and as a means of comfort. If you're too overstimulated, he'll cradle you to his chest and shield your face from the noise, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances for you to focus on.

• • • 🍟

Syzoth has had very little experience with fairs. Closest thing he's gotten to one is the Sun Do festival, and he's only experienced it once. You'll have to guide him through a lot of the stuff. He doesn't really like the rides (aside from the chill ones) but will do his best not to projectile vomit acid anywhere if you do.

You two are strolling down the place while munching on some fair food when you spot a cute looking prize at one of the game booths. You decide to use some tickets to try and win one, but you don't seem to nail it. Syzoth offers to give it a shot, scarfing down the rest of the turkey leg in his hand (that both of you were supposed to share together) before trying it out. He wins, like- perfectly, managing to win you the prize in one shot while leaving some fairgoers and the vendor stunned.

• • • 🍟

Kung Lao is absolutely destroying all the food at the fucking stalls. It's a wonder how this mf isn't built like a 1x1 lego piece from the sheer amount he powers through. He likes to share portions with you so that you can have a nice taste of whatever high-calorie junk is being served.

Oh my god and don't get me started on the stranger sides of the fair food. Kung Lao would happily order the weirdest shit only to regret it two seconds later. Except for once. There was one time where he tried pickle drink, which is just pickles in Dr Pepper. To your misfortune, he liked it, and now it's something he whips up at home every now and then. I hope you like pickles.

• • • 🍟

Raiden prefers to just have a chill day with you, doesn't want to do anything intense. He just walks around with you, looking at the shops and such while eating some fair food or something. He doesn't go on any of the dizzying type of rides, and will simply watch from the ground if you decide to do so.

Even without all the thrilling shit, Raiden does his best to make it enjoyable, mostly through romantic actions. Like- my dude will get matching stuff for you, stuffed animals or treats with the cheesiest lines ever—it's like you two are on a first date with how he tries to treat you. You find it adorable, especially when he gets flustered after you return the favor.

• • • 🍟

Johnny Cage thinks he's an absolute legend at the fair games. He's really not, but he will always boast about it anyway. He'll most likely drag you towards where most of the games are and use his fuckload of tickets to play. If you point out a prize, he will absolutely fight tooth and nail to win the prize.

He never does and eventually the vendor gets so tired of his attempts that the guy just hands him the prize. Johnny will probably go on about how he totally won that while you simply chuckle and roll your eyes as the two of you move on. He also will be taking an excessive amount of photos during the fair—but that's pretty par for the course on anything with him.

• • • 🍟

Similarly to Raiden, Kenshi isn't very fond of the intense rides, especially the ones that spin a lot. He just likes to stroll around and chill with you. He also doesn't really favor the games all too much, and if he does play, he's probably using Sento to help out.

Kenshi likes to hang around the animal-petting zoos, seeing as it's one of the few things he really can enjoy with his blindness. The two of you like to play this game where you hold an animal out to him or guide his hand towards one, and he has to guess what animal he's touching. The animals also seem to be very fond of him. Especially the fluffier ones.

• • • 🍟

Liu Kang is kind of a mix of Raiden and Syzoth. He doesn't really care as much for the fair than he does your happiness and enjoyment. He'll happily go along with you around the fair or on rides, except for the dizzying ones. He'll gladly try some fair food, play some games, all to see you smile.

While Liu Kang often chooses not to play any of the games, he's actually jacked at this shit. Point out a prize and he'll fuckin slam dunk that game like it's nobody's business before handing you the thing you were eyeing. He doesn't pay mind to the shocked stares around him, content with watching that grin of yours shine as you giggly thank him. He also likes to go on the ferris wheel—he finds it relaxing and it gives him time to just be able to sit in peace with you whilst the fair goes on from below.

• • • 🍟

[literallypyro]

that civet shapeshifter ask was really nice and got me thinking-

What about mercs x reader that can shapeshift into a larger animal like a lion/tiger or bear? (I would personally choose tiger lol i love them) and so reader can really do some damage on the battlefield in their animal form, or be able to do some full-body cuddling cuz their so big (like a dog that tires to be a lapdog even though theyre completely sitting on their owner lol)

I love it, this sounds fun! I'm going with tiger for this one. I'm sorry it took longer to post than I said before. I hope you can forgive me 😖

Hope you enjoy!

Edit: it has come to my attention that this post may be glitched, so if anything is missing for you, message me and I'll send you a screenshot of whatever part it is!

Welcome to the jungle

Scout:

-Are you kidding? This is the coolest thing ever!

-Uses you as a pillow at every possible moment. If you're laying on your side, he's there using your belly like how people set up their pillows as a makeshift chair on their bed

-The first time he sees you tear someone apart, he's just in awe. He's somewhere between falling deeper in love and entirely disturbed

-Literally just standing over here like "why did I like that so much ಠ_ಠ"

-Pretends to be asleep on the couch so you'll carry him to bed

Soldier:

-Please wrestle with him in your tiger form

-Definitely brags about you, let's be so honest

-The feeling of your fur actually comforts him. If he's having a bad day or feels the team is looking down on him, he just asks to put your tiger form

-This also means he'd snuggle into your fur at bed time. He's not really sure what it is about your fur, it's just nice to him

-If he's being too loud, literally all you have to do is lay on top of him like a weighted blanket, and he's zen

Pyro:

-They just see you as a big cat, to be honest. Doesn't really care about the distinction

-Even though they can't feel your fur through, they like to pet your tiger form. Especially when you try laying on them like you aren't a roughly 300 pound murder cat

-Loves the cuffing noise you make when you're happy

-Out of everyone, they would have the easiest time communicating with you while you're a tiger. Do I even need to explain?

-Gets a little tiger plushie to keep on them when you're not around

Demoman

-He was strangely chill about the whole thing. He genuinely doesn't treat you much different in your tiger form

-He does have a couple questions, like if you can eat raw meat and other stuff like that

-Kinda likes when you lay on him when he's doing nothing. Low-key giving those photos of guys with Great Danes that didn't know it was a Great Dane so they let it sit in their lap as a puppy and never kicked the habit

-Please let this poor guy breathe, he's not gonna tell you to move

Heavy

-Arguably the best to cuddle with

-He's a big dude, your tiger form is a bulky cat to him at best, not even a beast of the jungle

-If you start causing trouble, he just throws you over his shoulder and walks away, acting like the claws don't bother him

-Would probably enjoy fighting by your side the most, and would laugh as he recounts your kills with you from least to most brutal

Engineer

-He would ask if he can create a type of sentry he could strap to your back. Just imagine! Mobile sentries would be revolutionary!

-Completely okay with it if you act like a guard dog, both on and off the battlefield

-Probably one of the mercs who would most enjoy cuddling with your tiger form as he falls asleep. He works hard, he carries around countless heavy machinery every single day. He deserves a giant, fluffy, breathing pillow to cling onto

Medic

-Absolutely ecstatic to see what happens when he ubers a literal tiger

-Would stop whatever he's doing to watch you tear someone limb from limb

-Mans is nearly always working on some fucked up medical experiment, so most of the time, cuddles would look like you laying at his feet while he writes in his medical journals or something

-Would honestly ask to run tests on you, but wouldn't push any boundaries for several reasons

Sniper

-Are you kidding? Do whatever you want. Lay on top of him while he sleeps. Who needs air, anyway?

-Stg, he would supply you with raw meat if you eat it in your tiger form

-Lowkey caters to your tiger form

-Would have you guard him in his sniper tower. With your sense of smell, he's basically invincible to spies

-Onther than Pyro, probably the happiest to have a shapeshifting partner

Spy

-Please don't try to sit on him. He wears expensive suits he doesn't want fur on, and he smokes, so you'll be suffocating him

-Would have you create distractions during battle so he could go on a backstabbing spree

-Let's be so honest right now, he would give you a cloaking device so you could use it for psychological warfare against the enemy team. They probably wouldn't expect an invisible tiger

-With enough time, he would eventually give in and let you on the bed in your tiger form. But seriously, please let him breathe

[azulsluver]

𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧

tw/cw: bullying (bully!reader), verbal/physical abuse, stalking, graphic violence, obsessive behavior, breaking bones, unintentional emotional manipulation, noncon kissing.

summary: as a child, you refused to befriend josuke, bullying the poor boy who was smitten no matter what you did to him. until he’s grown tired of you turning him down, he can’t seem to take your rejection to heart anymore. he’ll gladly give you a hands on experience of how much you’ve hurted him over the years

When he would wave at you from across the room, waving with those pearly whites, it irked you.

He must’ve came back to haunt you of your wrong doings. Just when you came to a conclusion and accepting of the past, he lingers still. With Josuke’s popularity you expected him to use that as leverage to get some form of revenge from you, anything that’ll leave you scarred, looking over your shoulder while you scurry to class.

Paranoia eats you inside out, he’s so nice to you. Calling you by your first name and handing you pencils because you just so happen to have them missing each time.

The same boy, grown, yet annoying.

You noticed your friend group would slip away as they had excuses to leave. Some even moving schools, and many cutting off contact without a reason. You’d find yourself alone, not always, as Josuke managed to worm his way into your pathetic, failed relationships. There’s a feeling in your gut, watching as Josuke sat next to you in comfort that your best-friend had been sent to the hospital. Along the teary eyes, Josuke had a glint in his that caused you to shield your face away.

[☮︎] maybe it was fate •••

Higashikata Josuke. His name caused you to look up from your coloring, the teacher kneeled as they motion their hand towards you. A smile on their lips as Josuke nervously walks up to you. You find his weary expression funny.

Play nice they said. You can do that. Scooting to the side to let Josuke settle next to you, handing him your share of the crayons. He takes it with ease, the two of you in silence as you color. Not minding him scooting closer, just where your elbows touch.

At such a young age, you at first didn’t understand the concept of personal space. Your parents held you, kissed your cheek and walked you with their hands in yours. You loved the physical contact. So what bothered you when Josuke held yours? Was he too rough? Did he squeeze your fingers for too long or sweat so much? You find yourself pulling away from him, finding the words to say no. He can’t hug you, you don’t like it. No, he can’t kiss you just because he’s playing husband. You’d demand for a divorce and run away from baking the plastic cookies.

It felt good to voice your frustration. Josuke seemed to have listen after countless attempts, going with sulking from afar as you play with your other play dates. He wants you to play with him. Don’t find another husband or wife. He can be a good husband, so why do you avoid him after his sorries?

When your mother tucked you in for bed with a kiss on the cheek you couldn’t help but pull the covers to your mouth. Clutching onto your plushy that smelt like her perfume, her hand gently rub against your forehead as she leaves your door ajar. You think back to Josuke.

He follows. Too close, too far. Wherever, giving you his juice box or putting a bandaid on your knee. Wherever.

It’s bad to think, but what would work to chase him away. Dulling over mindlessly, you’re preoccupied with one thought; Josuke to leave you alone for good. Maybe your older friends would know.

The first thing you’ve done from the whispers that encouraged you to rip up the drawing he made for you. Dumping milk on his bag accidentally; it’s okay he tells you, it was an accident after all. He’s happy you’re not hurt!

You shoved him a little too hard. His elbows got scrapped from the concrete bellow as your friends laugh, but you don’t laugh. Your cheeks are flushed, angry, embarrassed. Josuke took your first kiss. Mommy told you to save your first kiss for someone you’ll get married to one day. Your lips burn for the amount of times you tried rubbing it with the back of your sleeve. Josuke apologizes, but he can’t seem to get the words out of his mouth before he’s crying in his hands. That was the first time the teacher called your parents. You’re a good kid. Josuke is too. But the other students tell the teacher how mean you are to Josuke, and besides, he’s just a boy.

[☮︎] doing whatever it takes •••

Burn his books. Discard his hard earned sneakers. Lock him in bathrooms. Dump his lunch in the gardens. Flick nails his way. Bold, hungry for release, to shake Josuke off. To find yourself with your foot on his shoulder, pushing him further down as he apologizes for upsetting you.

You’re disgusted with yourself, disgusted at him for allowing this to further continue. Did he enjoy the back of your hand against his face, nails that dig itself in his arms to push him away from getting any closer?

You tried everything that would make him lose interest in you, make him hate you and see how bothersome he was. As usual, Josuke trails behind. Recalling a time during events where parents joined to see how well their kids were doing, Josuke’s mom was like an angel compared to him. You almost felt bad, Josuke lied for you—the times you asked him to meet up at parks in dangerous parts of the town.

She talked so highly of you, thanking you for watching over her son. You had the urge to yell at him, and her for feeding into his delusions as he gave you the tightest of hugs. They’re watching, and you didn’t have the nerve to push him off.

Josuke’s hugs hurt, you can tell he’s holding it back. You’re unsure why you let him stick around longer than usual, pity for his mother caused you to soften perhaps…. Things began to settle slowly, the tidal waves of your hate dwindled as you gave up. Not completely, never, not when he tells you ‘how happy you make him’ and along the lines of “I hate seeing you upset, you being happy makes me happy.”

[☮︎] karma favors him •••

“What sick fuck did this to you?”

Your friends single eye weakly looks up at you. Her head isn’t able to move, supported by various of bandages that cover her head to toe.

Hearing your voice made the heartbeat monitor pick up, resulting in you grabbing at her face gently to stop her from panicking. Her chest heaves up and down as small gurgling sounds leave her lips, casted arms shakily crawl up to your sleeve as her dry lips part and close like a fish gaping. It was painful to see her like this, it made you felt responsible.

“It’s Josuke. Isn’t it?”

Your left eye twitch as you groan to yourself, pressing your head towards their chest. Like yours, it beats, it’s fast and furious against your eardrums.

Should you feel angry at the moment? Confront him and report it to the police. But you doubt your friend would have the guts to confess, and who would believe you over sweet, kind Josuke?

[☮︎] it’s not your fault ••• you know that?

You don’t get into many fights. Ones that involve scratching and biting, that only occurred on a day during the seventh grade. Father’s Day. You put on your best outfit that day, your mother did your hair too. You clung onto your father as he shakes hands with other parents, refusing to make eye contact with Josuke who came with his mother instead. You never really asked him about his father. Your father encouraged you to play as the adults discuss about things. Faintly hearing the praise of Miss Higashikata for coming, for being such an upstanding mother and filling that role for Josuke.

Influence is a strong force to be reckoned with, you felt powerful being with your friends as you corner Josuke.

“Josuke has no father, how does he become a man?”

“He doesn’t, he’s just a sissy like his mama.”

You don’t say anything. There’s a lot you want to say, but now wasn’t the time. You want to relish in this moment, watch him look for you for help like he always did.

“I’m not a sissy! Don’t talk bad about my mother, she’s better than all of yours.” The doors are locked. Who locked it?

You’re getting riled up just by being there, fists clenched by your sides when Josuke pushes past the others to reach for you.

“Tell them, [Name]! I told my mother about you, she told me we’d marry one day!”

Your friends laugh again. It’s taunting, it’s hurting your head as you glare at him. Marry? Did he think he had a chance, with you? The word itself makes you bold, grabbing the collar of his shirt as you point a finger at his nose daringly.

“Who said I’m marrying you? I wouldn’t wanna marry a fucking loser with that hairstyle, you’re so gullible if you think I’d say yes!”

Your neck nearly snaps to the other side. A series of gasps and screams echo through your brain, confused, yet you bring your head against his. His pompadour isn’t safe as the both of you smash into one another. Josuke’s nails claw at your cheek, grabbing onto you as he slams you against the wall nearby, with furious kicks to his stomach you both put up a fight for control. You bite onto his hand when he tries to cover your mouth, he doesn’t flinch but tightens his hold on you.

Your friends have already left the room, yelling and running down the halls in hope a grown up was around.

“Don’t say that! Don’t say that, you don’t mean it, say you don’t mean it [Name]!! I love you, please, I don’t want to hurt you!”

He cries out. Crying, crying, crying. You grit your teeth against his hand as you deeply inhale. Your mouth taste funny, not knowing you bit through flesh to draw blood as you punch his cheek. Your hair, ruffled as you gain the upper hand by biting harder. Josuke shrieks from the pain, falling on his back as you straddle him. Hit him. Again. Again. Again. It’s making your knuckles hurt. But you keep going. Even when he holds you closer by burying his head in your stomach.

“I hate you! I hate you, Higashikata! I never wanna see you again!!”

You repeat it like it’s the only thing you wanted to say, needed to say, you scream and kick when you’re pulled off of him. Flailing your arms and legs to be free. Frenzied, your pupils are blown wide after seeing Josuke curl up to his mother and the many of adults surrounding. You’re crying too. You don’t want to be a crybaby. But you sob louder when dragged away and into your own fathers arm.

[☮︎] confessions •••

The note inside your locker felt like a curse beginning to arise. It reeks of his cologne, heavy and musky of a scent you complimented on a man taking the bus. Ever since Josuke has worn it. There’s little chatter from behind you that has your clothes stick to your body like glue. Hesitating, before taking the note out of your locker to quickly skim through it; balcony, just you and him. Him.

You shouldn’t go, but your legs have a mind of its own. Each step up the stairs were like unlocking every waking moment with Josuke. Was he ready to seal it all? Push you off the balcony or confess once again. This time, you aren’t sure if you could reject him as usual.

Teeth clatter against one another, trying to sooth your nerves by running a hand behind your neck. The ends of your hair stand up straight now you realize you’re at your final destination. Shutting and opening your eyes, as if you didn’t open them quicker you feared Josuke would be in front of you, you’re so scared it’s stupid, facing your problem, it’s all coming down to this point as your fingers find the handles to the door and push open.

“I didn’t actually think you’d show up.”

His hands are in his pockets, leaning against the wall with an unreadable expression. The tone is playful, but being playful has to make your brows twitch, lips curl, anything, to look playful. Josuke doesn’t look playful even if he sounds like it. You don’t miss the way your voice cracks as you let out a nervous laugh.

“What’s it to you….. What do you want, Higashikata? I don’t got all day.”

That’s right. The graduation ceremony ended an hour ago. Friends and families are outside. But they’re not up here. He pushes himself off so effortlessly. The heel of his nice sneakers make your brain itch for how loud it is. Silent as he positions in front of you. That same, sickly smell of cologne slaps you right in the face.

“I’ve been thinking. You know. Us?” You frown. Narrowing your eyes as you take a step back for space. “I took what you said. I wasn’t being thoughtful. Always bothering you, and I wanted to tell you I’m sorry, [Name].”

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry. That you had to push me away. Throw my things in the lake, steal my money. Hell, what else was there?”

“Are you fucking with me?”

Your tongue gets stuck in your throat. Blanked out. But something feels wrong. The weight on your shoulders you’ve endured those many years burn heavily. An apology should’ve lifted it. But it doesn’t.

“I do feel horrible, honest! But, I can’t really let you walk away scotch free from this. You looked so comfortable, I want to be a part of that. Maybe that beating you gave me did something to my head, haha, I can’t…I can’t forgive you, [Name]. You reaaally hurt my feelings.”

Josuke grabs the side of your head without warning, choking on your own spit as your head slams against the door behind you. Your vision turns white for a split second before he grinds your head, the cold, metal door creaking under your weight. He pulls back before doing it again, you don’t get the chance to stop him as you panic.

“I think about it day and night. You were such a strong willed person, that’s what I like about you. You had a goal, dreams, and achievements, but it doesn’t seem all that fair.”

Josuke sighs, your hands snap to his wrist to tug him off. Warm blood trickles down your forehead and the right side of your cheek.

“It’s selfish. I try though, I really did, you deserve so much better. But does it excuse how I had to suffer. I would’ve liked it better if you just pretended it was all fine. I hoped one day, you would like me back. I did so much for you.”

He’s rambling. All the while his knuckles knock your breath away, you try to hold onto his collar to make a step forward. Cringing at the wet, cracked sound of your nose. Josuke shuts your mouth with his palm, thumb rubbing circles on your cheek as he shushes you with mockingly, so tenderly. The first thing your body could react was to bite down. Snagging on his flesh as blood makes its way to your lips and tongue. Josuke hisses, your foot knees him in the gut, it’s harder than you remembered.

He pulls away from you with a grunt, letting you break free, cradling your head in your palm to feel the wet liquid make a mess of your face. You hate him so much. You knew he wouldn’t change.

You snarled, messily rubbing your cracked nose. Busted lips and heavy eyes bore into Josuke as he pants, bringing his bitten hand closer to his face.

“Hah— y-you bit me again. Did you know? This was the same spot you had your teeth on before? You left a nasty mark.”

He jokes as if you were mere friends talking about the good old days. And it makes you worried. You keep trying to breathe in through your nose, the adrenaline you felt before is no longer there as you put a hand over your throat. It’s tight. Clawing at nothing, you fall to your knees as you struggle to open your mouth. Wheezing as if an animal had its jaws latched onto it. Josuke makes himself known by blowing a kick to the side of your face. You think a tooth broke.

“Hey, hey, pay attention to me will ya, I’m right here.”

You scream in pain, well, you tried to, his foot is on your chest as he pushes down. Your broken ribcage stabs at your organs, tears have finally made itself vulnerable as they coat your disgusting face. So much for looking presentable for today.

“Does that hurt, [Name]? I could make you feel better.” He’s kneeling in front of you, arms on his bended knees as he plays with your contuse lip. Smearing the blood further and into your mouth. “I always try to make you feel good. I wouldn’t do this but, since you think moving was a good idea I felt it was needed for a demonstration of my hard work. You get me?”

You don’t know if you could hear him right now. The pressure in your throat still present as you claw mercilessly at it. You blink a couple of times, gasping on your own blood as Josuke has his hands cupping your cheeks.

“C’mon babe, I need to hear the magic words. I promise it’ll help the pain, don’t you want to feel good right now?”

You feel so helpless. It’s embarrassing yet your eyes flutter back from the lack of oxygen. The weight is gone.

“Say it, please.”

“…hng..I- ugh—! I love y-you, Josuke…”

You don’t think it’s you. It doesn’t sound like it came from you. And you never think in all your life you would mutter those words to him. But he’s so gentle. Kissing you, soft, loving. You want to spit in his mouth, bite down on his tongue as it evades your mouth, but your body is unresponsive. You’re not even moving silly. But a presence, so warm, makes your aching body feel like you just soaked in the hottest bath in the world. Fighting back doesn’t even cross your mind anymore.

[birdiescanfly]

Jake Deserves Nice Things

Okay, so this calls back to the backstory I was thinking for Jake in my last post, but I had some more thoughts and wanted to share.

Having grown up poor, Jake’s didn’t have a lot of time or money for luxuries so I’m thinking as an adult, he can’t get enough of nice things. Like, he’s a soft boy okay?  He loves big blankets (those really soft ones), he adores those fancy college sweatshirts that are so easy to swamp himself in, and anywhere there is like tiny stupid knickknacks to buy, he picks up and inspects every single one of them, because now he CAN, okay? So yeah, he wants those things, but he doesn’t NEED them.  Jake’s got big money issues.  He often sees something he wants or likes, and is soooo tempted to get it, but then puts down at the store and walks away. A little dejected and missing the spark of joy that he’d had while picking up everything he liked while in the store. It’s a painful cycle for Jake, but he can’t help it. It all derives from the fact that even though he has money now, he’s still living in the mindset of save and conserve because of the ‘just in case’ it doesn’t last. Like, “What if?” you know? Moreover, he just doesn’t think he deserves it.  Can’t imagine spending money on something he doesn’t NEED.  Like it’s a waste. He feels guilty for even wanting it in the first place. Why does he deserve such nice things?  Why is he so pathetic to even want it in the first place?

I think this even extends to buying a certain kind of granola bar he likes or taking long showers or even buying decorations for his house. It’s all unnecessary, and even if it would make him happy, he can’t bring himself to give that care to himself.  Even as he runs his hands over soft sheets and even softer throw blankets, even as he longingly studies café menus for fun drinks he’d like to try but can’t bring himself to buy over a 50 cent coffee, even as he freezes himself out of the shower in 45 seconds instead of savoring the experience, he just can’t bring himself to believe that he is worth the extra money it would all cost. Even if it’s only a little.   

I think it takes Bradley a little while to actually get it.  Jake, of course, doesn’t talk about it, probably doesn’t even acknowledge that he’s doing it to himself. And so at first, Bradley just thinks that Jake is really frugal and utilitarian. But there are signs that his boy is softer than he first expected. I’m thinking this is early in their first relationship (because we all know that they are exes in the present).  Bradley doesn’t quite figure it all out until when they get back together years later in their lives, but, Bradley does notice the harsh way Jake treats himself.  He doesn’t poke at it, he’s not opening about his own shit, why go poking around in Jake’s, but at one point during their stint together, (after they Uhaul lesbian it and move in together without talking about it), Bradley gets his first glimpse of how much Jake loves nice things.  So, Bradley originally did it as a joke, but maybe right before their first breakup (don’t know how it happens yet), Bradley gifts Jake with a stuffed Rooster plushie. Its one of the weighted ones that are super fluffy and soft, and he thinks its funny cause he happened to see it when shopping for a birthday card for Phoenix and couldn’t pass up the gag gift for his boyfriend.

jThe thing is, Jake loves it.  Like, he doesn’t show it at first, just rolls his eyes at Bradley’s smug smirk as he tells him “it’s so you don’t get too lonely when I’m deployed.” But in a turn of events that Bradley never expected, Jake’s eyes linger on the stuffed animal when he sits the object in front of the pillow on their bed. He catches the gentle way Jake sifts his fingers through the rooster’s soft fluff. And in the days that follow, its impossible to miss the way Jake’s hands linger when he carefully moves the Rooster from their bed in the evenings, or the way his eyes cut over to it longingly every so often. The real sticking point is when Bradley gets home late one night for some reason or another to find Jake curled up in their bed with the rooster plushie in his arms.  Jake is curled around the little stuffed animal, his cheek smooshed into the downy fluff, finger gripping tightly around its body as if it might disappear at any moment.  Even in his sleep, Jake cannot let rest his fear of loss. Bradley doesn’t say anything, doesn’t acknowledge his noticings to Jake in any way, but his hearts caves in on itself just a little at the tender way Jake handles such a simple thing as a stuffed toy. He has questions why an adult would cherish a little plushie so much despite acting the contrary, but the reason behind the act is a bit beyond Bradley’s current scope. Still, the knowledge that Jake likes soft and nice things despite his actions saying otherwise, is now cemented into Bradley’s mind.  Years later, this knowledge will come back to him, after time apart and bitterness and hurt the only thing keeping the other in his orbit, but still, the knowledge will come back. It will come back like a choking weight on his chest as he bunks with Jake for one reason or another, and sees a worn and torn stuffed rooster peeking out of Jake’s packing bag.

[demialwrites]

FF7 x Reader Mpreg HCs

Because I need to write this.🤰 But you don't need to read this🤡

Cloud

Annoyed. Grumpy. Doesn't appreciate all the extra attention, even though it's positive

Would prefer to chill alone and think deeply about what kind of parent he'd want to be and all the places he'd want his child to see

His friends have to drag him out of the house because he ended up brooding inside for too long

You bicker a bit at first because you can't keep your hands off him and his growing stomach but he likes space. You end up compromising on using a stethoscope to listen to the baby

Rude

Surprisingly chill. Content, even. Talks even less than usual.

He always wanted at least one child and he blushes occasionally thinking about taking care of his little one

There's a few instances of clumsiness if he tries to train while showing but he gets used to it pretty quickly

Reno is extra protective

Constantly cooking his own cravings. He even gets up in the middle of the night to cook something you could easily make or buy if he asked, making him pretend to be huffy when you scold him but he secretly enjoys the fussing

Reno

A bit annoyed because anything that gets in the way of him doing his job well is, well, annoying

To everyone's surprise, he becomes less reckless but doesn't give up the tendency entirely

If any opponent goes for his stomach, they're dead. No questions asked

Demands you touch his stomach at least once a day. He's proud of himself

Chatters endlessly about it to those subordinate to him, to the point where everyone dreads getting assigned to him in the field

Tseng

Takes being pregnant like a champ, at first

It's a real hassle getting him to slow down, to the point where everyone has to outright refuse to spar with him (and secretly start completing his paperwork) later on in the pregnancy

Has a mini-crisis when he can't do his job fulltime anymore because he struggles when he's not feeling useful

Repeatedly informs you that you will do the bulk of the childrearing because he intends to return to work immediately (changes his mind completely after laying eyes on the baby)

Vincent

Not annoyed like Cloud but mopey. Behaves as if his life experiences will translate into a possible curse he will pass on to his child

He can try to mope inside the coffin but the lid doesn't fit flush near the end of the pregnancy. It's adorable but you must not giggle; it will make him pouty

When not moping, he's the exact opposite. Serious™️. Must make up for what happened with Sephiroth

You pray the hormones will chill him out somehow. Many discussions, lots of reassurance that things won't be as bad as he assumes they'll be

Rufus

Alternates between pissy (how dare this happen to me? Why can't you do this?!) and proud (well, of course, my child will be better than all of you peasants) before adapting quite well. In fact, he uses the pregnancy as an excuse to shut down bickering during board meetings whenever possible

Becomes a bit of a paranoid shut in. It's because he feels more vulnerable but he readily admit to it

You wake up to Darkstar on the bed in between you because he wants to protect

Becomes a terror about his cravings and it may lead to actual arguments if he doesn't get what he wants immediately

Also informs you that he will go right back to work but does not change his mind

Reeve

Poor man suffers from excessive nausea and struggles to gain the proper amount of weight

You have to work together with his department employees to make sure he eats enough. He hardly notices because he's still absorbed in his work

The best baby shower gift is a Cait Sith plushie, maybe one you knit/crocheted yourself. The hormones make him feel so touched that he weeps

[peydawgz]

Hiiii!!! Could you write about hazard and reader bein festive little guys? Iike they r decorating for christmas and stuff!! Just some nice fluff (or anything else you wanna add i dont mind) 🪲

Decorating || Hazard x Reader Headcannons (gender neutral)

I hope you enjoy!!! This was very fun to write!!

December finally approached, the winter season bringing the leaves down with it, with snow carpeting the surfaces outside. For you, this would be a comforting time period, and something to be excited about. You’d already started bringing down those old boxes of decorations, reused time and time again. You were eager to spread your holiday cheer.

For Hazard, the holidays were dark. The icy chill of snow used to feel like burning on his skin, too poor to cover up. He could admire the lights around his hometown, but ma and pop were too busy drinking and fighting to decorate themselves. He’d look through the glass panes of bakery windows, dying to get his hand on some tasty scones… a chocolate yule log… even a cookie crumb would satisfy him. He could steal those treats from the outside, but the joy could never feel genuine knowing he couldn’t have it at home. While all the other kids got to play with their new toys, he had empty bottles.

No matter how hard any of the Phreaks had tried, Hazard wouldn’t participate in any wintertime festivities. He’d just lay around and drink and brood, possibly becoming the very thing he despised. You wanted to try and create a positive experience for your first xmas as a couple, and steer him away from that tortured experience.

While everyone was out, you dragged the boxes into the lair and began setting up a tree. The ornaments were all mismatched but it was cute, and instead of a star at the top there was instead a dog plushy with a little hat. You strung up one set of lights in the main area, but left the rest of the decorations in the box to be put up later. You wanted to start off small with this new interaction.

The last thing you wanted to do was make some festive sweets. Just as you were taking out the variety of cookies to cool, you hear their vehicle pulling into the garage. The Phreaks’ all have different reactions as they enter, surprised, delighted, fearful. Hazard is astonished, like he couldn’t believe his eyes. You approach the members with your cookie tray, and the ones that are able to eat are pleased. Fin looks like he might cry as he munches on his cookie, staring at the tree.

“Why’d ya go and do tha’?” He asks you. “For you.” You respond, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “Wanna help with the rest?”

He reaches the tallest parts of the room for you, putting up more lights and garlands. Little snowmen are placed on the mantle, and everyone has their own little socks hung up. Some of the others helped, too, and put their “ornaments” on the tree. Tools, photos, bottles and other sentimental garbage were scattered on the tree now, making it one of a kind.

The whole group gets together around the television, and you cuddle up beside Hazard under a heated blankie. Susie has on a delightful sweater, Boomslang holds on to a decorative pillow, and Revel has his own little Santa hat. As you’re all distracted by the holiday movie, Hazard has come to terms with his anger towards the season. Finding himself here, with you and his found family, he feels cherished and loved. Getting to enjoy the things he never had, he was a very lucky man to be here now. He looked like he wanted to cry, again.

On xmas day, you put a gift for everyone under the tree, and you were happy to find that other members brought gifts as well. You all sit together and open presents, everyone got something they desired. “No way! Strings for my bass?” “I needed this exact tool, how did you know?” “This is my favorite snack!”

Hazard presented you with a camera, to capture all your memories together with. You took pictures of this day to remember, and maybe you’ll put them all together in a scrapbook one day.

Hazard catches you busy playing with your new gifts, and he gestures up at the ceiling. Your eyes follow his hand and you find mistletoe hanging above you. “Ya know what tha’ means.” He grins before pulling you into a sweet kiss. As he pulls away he strokes your hair.

“Ya really made this special for me… I love ya so much.”

[grimryoper]

SOMBER HEADCANONS!!!!!

Chamber wanted to have something with Sova from the start. Even if it was just friendship, he needed to make a move.

He took the phrase "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach" seriously and started cooking for Sova thinking he would be able to befriend him like that

AND IT WORKED!!!

Chamber though he was being stealth but everybody noticed.

When they became friends, Sova fell in love and started planning hangouts so they could go on dates without being to obvious.

It was in one of those dates Sova confessed. Chamber rejected Sova at first out of nervousness, but after that he started to look at Sova like 🥺.

Sova took the hint and asked again. He found it funny when he realized how Chamber was really waiting for a second time.

When they started dating, Chamber messaged him everytime it was possible, everything was an excuse to talk to him. Sova never got mad, he was happy that Chamber finally had a friend to trust.

Brimstone was the first one who found out about them. He accidentally ran into Chamber, pompous looking wrapped in a blanket on Sova's room, while Sova was laying on the edge of the bed, observing him passionately.

When Chamber got to meet Sasha's grandma, he made sure to learn Sasha's favorite food the way granny cooked so he could make when Sova was missing his homeland.

Sova let's Chamber mess with his hair sometimes. He loves it but is too shy to ask.

Chamber mimics Sova when they are alone.

They bought a hammock and put it on Chamber's room. They had to put it away because they kept giggling every time they used it and at night the others couldn't sleep.

Poor visual example:

They made each other matching plushies so they could put in their rooms. (Sova made one that reminded him of Chamber and vice versa).

Sova loves rainy nights because Chamber clings on him.

BTW: NEVER, i repeat, NEVER do the hammock thing, speaking from experience, it can end very bad.

Also i apologize for the mid writing skills, i wrote the post for fun only so you might find repetitive or some grammar mistakes.

[a-very-silly-seal]

Age Regression Little Mustard Headcanons

He's around 13 years old and he regresses to 2-6 years old as a way to deal with is his lack of a true childhood growing up. mainly sticks around 5 but can drop lower if he is feeling super stressed or scared

Main caregiver is Mr. Compress who is pretty much his adoptive dad though the other league members pitch in of needed

Has a emotional support sea turtle plushie named yui and he carries it around everyone and he ALWAYS has to have before bed or he will turn the entire base upside down trying to look for it,

Calls Compress "Papa" when he's little and even when he's big he'll accidently call Compress "Dad" which always makes Compress chuckle.

Most common babysitters are Toga, Dabi, and Magne

Loves physical affection as much as verbal attention, things like (hugs, having his hair ruffled, being tickled and cuddles) because it makes him feel loved and protected and he never really got to experience those things as a kid. he'll go up to Compress or Mange and just poke them and ask for a hug and for 10 minutes he'll just refuse to let go.

While he likes his middle school outfit, he doesn't like wearing it while small instead prefers more comfy cloths like a simple t-shirt and sweat paints. He still likes to sometimes wear his gasmask though since he gets a feeling of safety from it

I feel like instead of running around and playing he would be more into drawing, making Lego sets and doing those chemistry playsets for kids that Compress managed to shoplift for him, he likes showing people little chemical reactions with it, under safe supervision of course.

Whenever he's done with colouring a page he'll excitedly show everyone around the base and he loves the attention and the head pats he gets. (boy just wants people to be proud of him)

Mustard is actually the shortest member of the league being only 5'1ft without his helmet on, though he is slightly insecure about his height. But he loves bring carried around cuz it makes him feel protected and its a good way to make him fall asleep if he had a long day and just needs a nap and he's been assured that he'll grow taller when he gets older.

Hates being alone :( poor baby has so many nightmares about his home and school life, he wakes up screaming and crying and compress has to rush in and hold him and tell him that he's safe and loved and most nights compress will end up falling asleep with a little mustard cuddled up in his arms or toga will sing him a lullaby with him snuggling in her lap.

might make a part 2 if I have the time but I hope you enjoy reading

[skadventuretime]

The Tower

What a wonderful experience writing for the @noragamitarotzine! Check out everyone's work there, and my piece below the cut!

It could have gone like this:

Cicadas hum in sunset-soaked trees, the smell of asphalt at odds with the fresh-cut grass. You sit next to a girl on the swingset, puffs of dust erupting each time you skid to a stop. You’re eating a snack that you probably swindled from some poor human, smears of food around the corner of your mouth until you look at your reflection and gasp at the audacity of no one telling you that you had something on your face.

(Once broken, can anything truly be put back together?)

The signal is always three flicks of her light. You knock on the window late at night, your grin wide and full of more stories to tell while you float around a room that must look so mundane compared to Heaven. But no, in this world, it would be interesting—your eye would catch on an award hung on the walls, or on a family photo on the desk, and you would get that hungry little look in your eyes, the one that says you must know in great detail everything there is to know about whatever prompted it. And in this world, you’d get more than an exasperated answer.

(What jokes would you have shared today?)

Or perhaps it went like this:

You pester Yukine on the way to school, buying a plushie and stickers because you know he gets so excited to get a “good job!” when there’s a sticker. You say annoying things and are so pleased when no one leaves, proud that you have friends despite what Father told you. 

Maybe you’d get bored and visit the hospital, leaving advertisements all over the bulletin board. You’d grin at all the work you’ll be able to do with your hafuri and all the time you’ll be able to spend outside of bedrooms, looking in.

(Would things be different now, if you never felt the blight-sting from these claws?)

The floors are quiet. Monitors beep and the hum of fluorescent lighting is loud in the one unoccupied room you find. You think about all the trouble you’ll cause later and how you’ll pass it off on Daikoku or Kofuku, and wonder if you can hide a beer long enough to finish it before Yukine notices. 

(Do you know how ichor tastes?)

You linger by the window, hips and shoulders that glorious degree of perpendicular, lips in line with the sun. You smile—why? Do you still have faith in tomorrow? Is loss so far away?

Gone is the high school graduation party in Kofuku’s home, flushed from too much to drink and wondering about the heat where our shoulders touch; gone are the mornings you drag us to your favorite restaurant just to have us try everything on the menu and pretend like you don’t care about our opinions; gone are the nights you hover in the tree, both of us pretending you’re not there as you watch another human night hit the bottom of the hourglass.

(Was there ever a world in which your blood didn’t dry, blasphemous, beneath my nails?)

Instead of sunbeams, we get sirens. And that’s the worst of it; we’re trapped in every shard of glass and frantic phone call from loved ones who just want to know their person is safe, and we will never get back to those lazy afternoons or bandaged hands or shining, precious almosts. The ground hasn’t fallen away; it sits heavy and aching with no way out. 

I hold the could-have-beens tight to my chest while I leap for your throat. I tuck each and every plan for our future into bed and watch them burn away as my blight eats your flesh. Maybe if you grant this wish, this final, desperate wish, something can be saved. I sink my teeth into your shoulder and ignore the screams and moans from the hospital I’ll no longer grow up to work at.

Your blood coats my tongue and you look at me like it doesn’t matter, like nothing matters except us going home together, so I hand you the weight of tomorrow and wait for Sekki to join me to you forever.

Do you think we’ll be happy, in this unimagined world?

[asher-agere]

Hi Hii!! Can you do hc’s for cg Dazai and a little that sometimes has scary hallucinations? If not that’s totally fine!! (੭ु ›ω‹ )੭ु⁾⁾♡ -⭐️

Hello there!!! Such excitement hehe. I can 100% do that! ✧ദ്ദി( ˶^ᗜ^˶ )

Caregiver Dazai + Hallucinating Little

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𓆩♡𓆪 We all know Dazai has done things/experienced things sometimes against his will. He definitely understands hallucinations. He knows it can be absolutely awful, and he’s gonna want to do everything he can to help his little one! I think in general Dazai would be a very silly caregiver, but when something serious is going on he knows how to take things seriously. His little one is in good hands!

𓆩♡𓆪 Dazai’s number one priority would be to stabilize the baby. Ground them where they are. He’ll ask them if they’re ok with contact and offer them all the affection they want, reminding them that he’s there for them. He’ll keep his voice calm and level as he explains where they are, explains what’s around them, to explain to them that what they’re seeing isn’t real

𓆩♡𓆪 If his little one is in a big enough headspace to talk he’ll try having them do the countdown method! 5 things you can see, 4 things you can touch, 3 things you can hear, 2 things you can smell, and 1 thing you can taste! This helps make the little one aware of their surroundings! If talking is too hard for them though he’ll just have them match his breathing!

𓆩♡𓆪 Dazai will do everything he can to calm his baby down, make them nice and reliant on him! They shouldn’t even have to think, poor little thing. He’ll play music in the background, talk about meaningless little things, rub their wrist. Tiny bits of stimulation to anchor them into reality, not letting them drift away from him

𓆩♡𓆪 Once the little one has calmed down it’s onto cheering them up! Making them happy so they don’t have to think about the yucky hallucination, just focus on him! He’ll have them do things that require their focus so it’s harder for their mind to wander without him noticing! He’ll give them activity books, maybe a puzzle game like a bop it! Something that makes them focus real hard! And he’ll praise them the whole time of course!

𓆩♡𓆪 Once his efforts leave him with a happy, or at least a content baby, it’s onto nap time! Close those eyes so they don’t need to see anything else. He’ll carry them into the kitchen to make them a nice warm bottle of milk, he’ll swaddle them up all nice and warm and feed it to them! Maybe with a nice cartoon on in the background, and with plushies and a pacifier nearby of course!

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Sorry this one’s kinda short- I don’t know much about hallucinations and I was really scared about representing it badly. I sorta based it on my experiences disassociating? I’m well aware they’re not the same! But I figured the same things could be helpful?

Anyway! Hope you’re feeling better ⭐️! I know in your last request you said you weren’t feeling well ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა Stay safe everyone!

[toujokaname]

Card shuffle / Episode 14

Author: Akira

Characters: AkanP, Aira, Tatsumi, Hiiro, Rinne, HiMERU, Kohaku, Niki, Mayoi

"—Right. It's fine. HiMERU is not angry. HiMERU is calm."

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Season: Winter

Location: Café Cinnamon

AkanP: Good evening~♪

Uwaah, things are getting lively around here! It sure is nice to be young~ Hehehe, you're at that age where even dropping chopsticks is funny...♪

Aira: That scared me?! Uh, AkanP, good work today...?

Tatsumi: Is there anything we can assist you with?

Hiiro: Fumu, did Nii-san's underhanded tactics become an issue today?

Rinne: Oi, oi, didn't Otouto-kun misbehave today as well? If anyone's getting scolded, it won't just be me, but the both of us as the "Amagi brothers," right?

Hiiro: Hehe. For some absurd reason, that makes me happy. In cases like this, it's always been Nii-san taking the blame—

AkanP: No, no, I'm not scolding anyone! Actually, since everyone did their best today, maybe I'll praise you instead~♪

HiMERU: That subtle condescension is aggravating. Is HiMERU just being petty?

Kohaku: Ah, come on... Actually, in terms of position, ain't Akan-han higher as the producer?

Niki: Rather, I think that idols act too arrogant sometimes~ Like, who do they think they are? Don't you think so too, Mayo-chan?

Mayoi: Wha- Um- W-Why do you keep singling me out, Shiina-san?! I-I'm uncomfortable clarifying my stance at times like these...!

AkanP: Hehe. I'm relieved to see you all getting along. Please keep doing your best in Matrix until the end ♪

Rinne: Speaking of "until the end," at this rate, Matrix might wrap up quicker than expected, huh?

AkanP: Eh, what do you mean? Is there some trouble? That's concerning!

HiMERU: —You'd understand if you just thought about it for a second. Today's outcome has secured Crazy:B's second consecutive victory, thanks to Rinne's cowardly scheming.

AkanP: ? Himeru-kun[1], do you not know how to count?

Today was the first match, so Crazy:B only won once, right? Not twice, hehe ♪

HiMERU: —Shiina, HiMERU wants to talk to you for a bit. Please come with.

Niki: Eeeeek?! I'm gonna get used as stress relieeef! Will I end up like that poor rabbit plushie from "Cr*yon Shin-channn"?! [2]

AkanP: Oh, I have something to tell everyone, so could you please not go anywhere? You're a surprisingly restless boy, aren't you, Himeru-kun?

Tatsumi: Hehe. Come to think of it, HiMERU-san used to be much more lively than now, how nostalgic...♪

Rinne: Bwaha, how 'bout we start promoting you as an energetic kid from now on, Merumeru?

I'll be rootin' for ya! Rocking shorts and brandishing a bug net, the reborn Merumeru bursts onto the scene! Gyahahaha! ☆

HiMERU: .........

Niki: Um. Can you guys stop teasing HiMERU-kun? Every jab seems to chip away at my lifespan somehow, so can you chill?

HiMERU: —Right. It's fine. HiMERU is not angry. HiMERU is calm.

AkanP. What did you actually want from us?

AkanP: Again, I said that I would praise you. Were you just not listening?

Kohaku: Hey now... C'mon, HiMERU-han, deeeep breaths...

HiMERU: It's fine, Oukawa. No need to worry. ...But as Rinne mentioned earlier, at this rate, Matrix will end prematurely, won't it?

Should Crazy:B maintain this winning streak, we may secure six wins out of ten matches by the sixth round—effectively settling the outcome with a majority.

Even if there are rounds beyond that, they'd essentially be throwaway matches, so wouldn't the viewership numbers drop?

AkanP: Wah, so confident... But as they say, matches are a matter of chance. Who knows if Crazy:B will keep on winning?

But. For some reason, Anzu-chan and the agency also had such unnecessary worries, so we decided to add some improvements to Matrix.

HiMERU: Are those worries really unnecessary, or are they essential?

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AkanP uses the hiragana version of "Himeru" instead of the stylized HiMERU version. This is something he dislikes deeply due to how high of an esteem he holds the HiMERU name.

Referencing Nene's Happiness Bunny in Crayon Shin-chan. Real picture of Niki and HiMERU :(

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hi it’s me 🧪 & i’m back on my spelling-error-littered bullshit. i got some OC things cooking up soon that will not contain angst because my caregiver instincts need at least SOME comfort for these poor boys

anyway thinking about ghost who’s a little jealous that gaz and soap can just *be small.* either quickly slipping into their headspace or a more slow, fuzzy drop over the course of hours.

if their regression is “dropping,” ghost experiences plummeting.

i need ghost who has way too many unprocessed Big Emotions™ that it all just piles up until he’s dazed, confused, and sobbing into whatever caregiver he’s closest to. ghost who just needs to cry it all out.

and imo that’s part of the reason why he regresses so young. he’s so used to holding it all in that it needs to just come out. gaz and soap regress to help with stress and go back to childhood innocence. i think simon’s would be more dissociated and is his brain’s way to process trauma rather than escape it.

”That’s it, little dove,” Price coos softly as he rocks a sobbing Simon. “Let all those big, scary emotions out. Just like that.”

after a rather loud confession to his captain about wishing his regression was different, more “pure,” price slowly starts to add more little related things to his routine.

more frequent “good jobs” over seemingly trivial things.

grabbing things for him that his simon could most certainly reach himself.

bringing simon food cut up, making sure his plushies were nice and clean (and tucked into his bed like little people), ruffling his hair… by the end of the day, ghost was already in the fuzzy headspace to regress as opposed to one big cry that would exhaust him for days.

bonus for gaz and soap when simon is feeling older since they’ve been **dying** to play with him, but simon never feeling well.

(gaz shows a sleepy simon his entire lego collection and soap lets the blond play with his cars, even though simon’s version of playing is just lining them up)

-🧪

Oh anon

Anon this is so good

Ghost's experience is plummeting, that's so accurate

I love that price would figure things out to slowly ease him into it rather than just picking up the pieces after he breaks

The boys would so definitely be excited to play 😭

[sonicasura]

A difficult time calming him down? Sonic thats an understatment. While Kafka isn't exactly in Rito Mode just yet, he is a active danger like this and the officers who came to the scene notice pretty darn quickly that if they made any move to go near Reno and Iharu, they had one very pissed of kaiju himbo ready to tear them limb from limb. Kafka hasn't lost full control yet to Rito Mode, but lets just say his mind is another place thats just making things worse and Tiny is having a hard time calming the himbo down. Tiny is bascially the one who holds the restrians here and makes sure Kafka don't do something he would regret.

Though luckly for them all, specially Reno and Iharu as they badly needs medical attention, both Mina and Jun is here for the rescue and managed to lure Kafka away and calm him down within the next hour or so. Unfortunatly for Kafka, his own combat armour that Okonogi and the members of the Third made for him works against him later on. See, there are cameras build inside so Okonogi can see what happens around Kafka and guide him when it is needed. The cameras are special made too, as Kafka has a smaller but similare effect that 9 use to hide away from the cameras and radars.

Those things got everything. From what 9 did to Reno and Iharu, and almost turned them into Ninth Kaijus, to how Kafka almost got into Riot Mode. Now in some ways this is a good thing, they know now who is responsible for those awful kaijus since they are pretty sure the Mirage Company no longer exsist anymore(very right about that).

Second they also aware of some of 9's abilities and other things they did in canon. On the other hand? Kafka is in deep trouble. This leads us to the Isao vs Kafka fight, as the footage show Kafka needs the proper training to control himself and what nots. Not to mention, and as much as I hate to admit it, Kafka needs help in getting over his fear for the Ninth Kaijus. Among many other things.

So a transfer to the First is in order. After they have had some time refurbished one of their own holding rooms to fit Kafka's needs. Its a good thing that the Third made sure to save and make copies of what they did to make sure Kafka actually had proper living conditions or else the First would experience some very awkward and embarrassing moments later on.

Now, I have not changed much about that fight that happens between the two. Mostly because there is no need aside from some minor adjustments. Thanks to the training from Soshiro, Kafka is a lot more difficult for Isao to fight, not helped that Tiny has also learned a thing or two as well when he takes fully over in Riot Mode. And the older man has to watch out for those blade tails as well, which is not easy given they are very flexible and can pretty much attack from any angle.

Kafka still ends up doing that hand through the chest bit. Which is quite a bit more gory given Kafka also has to use two of his own blades as well to stop himself by impaling his own legs too. But thats about it on what I have to share when it comes to the main events.

So before we start on better and fluffy stuff, what do you think so far? Have I done a good job at getting things so far working right regarding the main events? If theres anything I need to keep in mind for the other events or need to work a bit more on before I continue with the rest do tell me.

Poor Kafka is going through the ringer. Especially with the move as I imagine he won't feel comfortable at all, even moreso from the context. Nevermind the clusterfuck of his fight against Isao.

You're definitely doing great with the sadder and darker aspects to this AU. I swear I want to give Kafka tons of plushies to hug.

[random-gamer1942]

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

how many times have you changed your url?

how do you take your coffee?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?(and what was it?)

I tried to avoid the ones Isa has already asked, but sorry if there's some repeats C:

I do not believe in fictional creatures. (BUT SEA SERPENTS 100% EXIST)

Very dark brown

I do not like coffee! I prefer cold over hot though I think

Depends on the current mood and ideology! Currently? Not kill maybe, but some other things I recon, yeah

Archery! Did it at school for a few years, was a lot of fun

Absolutely! The smell after it has rained in the evening is perhaps my favourite smell of all time

Nearsighted :>

I mean, if you wanted me to ig? (Not that I have the slightest bit of experience with it skxbiwbwoebr)

Hmm, the item I've had the longest is this fluffy bunny plushie I've had since I was a baby

Oh SO SO many of them, I constantly think about what future events might look like. Anything from simple conversations to stuff going wrong at work, from the the speeches at my wedding to all the ways I might die, and so much more

7 hours

Depends on the type of groundedness I need, ig? When I'm very upset for example, Fake It by Seether and Back into Darkness by Blacklite District really help, when the pressure or nihilism gets too much I'll usually be listening to Poor Man's Poison, and you know shit got DARK if you ever catch me listening to YMCA

Christmas party with my friends, where we randomly decided to go for a walk in the dark. That was fun lol

Ooogh, idk. Prolly Dynasties and Dystopia, or otherwise Providence maybe?

Never changed my tumblr url, but how often I've had overall url switches? 2 or 3 times

I don't, coffee ain't mah thing

Love spicy food a lot! In stark contrast to one of my friends in particular, lol

Idk if there's anyone I wanna kill rn? Don't think so at least

Yes (won't tell though :>)

I don't watch a lot of those. Uhh. Home alone I gue- OH WAIT!! There's this fairly new movie on netflix called 'Carry-On' which is really good, perhaps that. (Takes place during Christmas so I count it)

I have never drank alcohol, and am not planning to!