#x. z3

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

zombies + text posts (pt 3)

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[no1ryomafan]

Whenever I think back to the very obvious fact in canon Ryoma basically becomes one with a god machine in most of the canons he’s in, it’s probably not a shock that while I would’ve never saw this coming, that a character I like experiences such a weird fate given the fucks I was obsessed with prior to him turned into THESE:

Not even mad about this btw even if it’s weird but wondering if Ryoma’s case is better or worse then being a floating toku device lmao.

[mintorin]

RØZE n ROZ3

And my OC

[arctic-blade]

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[jessnotfoundd]

Jealous - Charles Leclerc (Hate sex)

30! KINKTOBER!

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader!

Btw, I'm new to writing this kind of things, so if you can leave recommendations in my inbox I would be glad z3.

MDNI, it contains sexual themes.

After Charles ruined all my chances of having fun at the party, I was in the backyard, talking with a guy hoping Charles wouldn't ruin this one too.

Ethan, the guy goes inside to get us something to drink while I wait for him, enjoying the clean night sky.

"You know you could do much better than him, right?"

I ignored him, hoping he would get bored and leave me alone.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He comes closer to me, and I sigh.

"I'm just having fun" I turn to look at him. "I think I can do this one" I joke, knowing he would get pissed.

"The hell? you can't. You're not doing anyone except me." he chuckles but I know at this point I'm just getting under his skin.

"Yeah, I don't do idiots" I smirk. His face is slightly red and I can tell he's starting to be desperate.

"Just shut that mouth before I make you"

I move and start walking, making my way to the kitchen.

"You don't get it, don't you? You're mine!" He states and I laugh. He really lost his mind.

I keep walking, ignoring him all the time. Until my back is against the wall of the corridor.

"I said, you're mine." His face is just inches away from mine.

"I hate you"

"Why are you so stubborn?" I can tell his patience is running thin.

"I'm just being myself" I feel his hands grip my hips.

"You've been letting that boy touch you, even kiss you, why don't you just give up being like this?" he groans.

"I'm single, you just have to face that you're not the one I want, that's all."

He leans even closer, his lips now just barely brushing against mine.

"Let me go, Charles"

He smirks. "You're not going anywhere, and you're not letting anyone else touch you tonight except me".

I switch positions, making his back hit the opposite wall of the corridor, and kiss him aggressively with sight madness.

"I hate you" I mutter in between kisses.

The kiss keeps that hateful demeanor for a few minutes until we both need to pull away for air.

"You got what you wanted. Now leave me alone."

I can see the frustration and desire on his face while I walk away heading out of the party.

As the night went by, I couldn't shake the feeling of his lips against mine and how desperate he was, even though I hated him more than anyone else, I knew I needed to do anything with this. So I got in the car and drove to his place. I knocked on his door, waiting patiently so he would open the door for me. And once he does I freeze. After ignoring him all night, could you tell me what I was supposed to do here?

"What are you doin-"

I cut him up kissing him with the same aggressive demeanor I used today at the party, it didn't matter how turned on he could get me I still could feel the fire of hate inside of me.

"I fucking hate you" Our lips are so close that when I speak, they brush.

"Doesn't seem like you do" He smirks and i grab a hold of his shirt.

"I'll show you how much I hate you then" I step inside and close the door.

I could tell how confused he was so I pressed my lips against his again. My hands start to unbutton the bottoms on his shirt, my fingers sightly brushing the now uncovered skin of his chest and abdomen. I break the kiss to see down where my hands are moving now. I can hear his ragged breaths and I smirk.

"What's... that smirk for," he says, he's struggling to keep his breathing steady.

"For how pathetic you're being, acting like this is your first time being touched by a woman" I get rid of his shirt and as I slide it down from his arms I pay attention to the way his muscles are flexed. "Relax, I won't bite you" I look at him, and he's looking at me. "Yet"

Once his shirt is off I admire how his body is built. Fit and the muscles slightly marked. He's silent and probably questioning his existence.

I press my lips against his neck, leaving kisses and some marks. "You said I was yours today" I whisper in his ear. "I think you got it really wrong, "You are mine. The other way around" I smirk again and he shivers.

"I thought you hated me" he whispers, his breath now more even.

"I do" My hands fly to the waistband of his jeans."Where's the bedroom?" I say, still whispering in his ear.

He guides me to the bedroom and I take a look around, the room is decorated so like him, with cars posters, and a red wine palette of colors.

“This where you touch yourself thinking of me?” I pushed him onto the bed, watching his cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Pathetic.”

I dropped to my knees, undoing his jeans and sliding them off. He gasped when I freed him, his body betraying him. He needed me. But I already knew it from the beginning.

i tossed him a condom. “Put it on.”

His hands trembled as he reached for the packet, but he hesitated. “Leave the bra on,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “I’ll take it off.”

I rolled my eyes but nodded. Sliding my underwear down, I caught him staring at my body, his eyes hungry. “Enjoying yourself?” I teased.

He was breathless. “I need you.”

Without warning, he grabbed me, tossing me onto the bed, pinning me beneath him. His hand struck my cheek, sharp and unexpected.

“Again,” I whispered, surprising myself with how much I craved the sting on my face again.

“You want me to slap you again?” He grinned, as his cock pressed against me.

“Yes.” The word left my lips in a breathless plea.

He slapped me once more, and in the same moment, thrust into me. I gasped, overwhelmed by the twin sensations of pain and pleasure.

His pace was relentless, hips slamming into mine as the room filled with the sound of skin on skin, moans, and growls of dominance. “Look at you,” he sneered. “Taking me, making all these noises for me. Didn’t you hate me?”

“F-fuck you,” I managed to gasp, though my body was betraying me with every thrust.

“You’re so pathetic,” he grunted, moving harder, both of us nearing the edge. My nails dug into his back, desperate for something to hold onto as my insides were burning in pleasure.

He groaned as he felt me tighten around him, and I fell over the edge, my mind blank, my body convulsing in pleasure.

“That’s it,” he muttered, watching me come undone. “Look at you, falling apart on my cock.”

He collapsed beside me, his breath ragged and uneven.

“To be so bitchy, you’re pretty damn good at this,” he panted.

“Fuck you.”

He grinned. “Again?”

[shinysamurott9]

I've had Ciel on my mind today and whenever I think of her, I can't help but think just how fucked her story and life is.

Seriously, she's born as a test tube baby, genetically engineered to be more intelligent with the express purpose of making better weapons and reploids for the dictatorship that created her, likely meaning she didn't have proper parents and no real childhood.

She created Copy X, who then went on to commit straight up genocide, so you know that definitely took a toll on her. Oh yeah she was 9 when she did this. So yeah can't imagine that helped with coping.

She then goes on to try and find redemption by forming the resistance to save reploids that her creation wants to exterminate, becoming the enemy of effectively all of what remains of society as a result, with people constantly dying around her for being part of her organisation. It's to the point where they are on the verge of collapse by Zero 1, this desperation being the whole reason she tries to find Zero in the first place.

During this whole time, Ciel is also working to try and create an entirely new, renewable and clean energy source on the faint hope that Neo Arcadia would cease their genocide of the reploids. An incredibly daunting task for a single person to say the least. Unfortunately it goes completely down the drain by Z3 where giving Neo Arcadia, or really at that point Weil, the Ciel System is completely out of the question. It was naive beforehand of course but it just sucks for her that all her time and effort spent working on the system in hopes of bringing a peaceful resolution basically meant nothing in terms of resolving the conflict with Neo Arcadia at least.

Oh and this was also after the guy who she handed command of the resistance to, massively escalated the conflict with Neo Arcadia, got a bunch of their soldiers killed only for him to eventually go crazy and have to be killed himself. So yeah I can't imagine that was great for her.

Honestly laying it all out like this Z4 is comparitively not nearly as bad for her, until right at the very end where the conflict that she is at least partially responsible for sparking is ended almost entirely by Kraft nuking Neo Arcadia. Fun fact according to the Drama Track, Vile's Incident, included in the Z4 Remastered Tracks CD, Kraft canonically killed approximately 20 Million people when he hit Neo Arcadia so yeah make of that what you will.

And of course after all that, Zero goes up and destroys Ragnarok and himself along with it. We see how grief stricken Ciel is in the game but honestly, listen to the Drama CD version of Zero's final monologue and hearing Ciel's scream shows just how crushing this is for her. Seriously her voice actress screams like part of her soul is being destroyed in that moment.

Honestly considering she goes through everything she does here, well before she even properly reaches adulthood no less, it's a genuine wonder Ciel isn't just completely broken by Zero 4. Worst part is it doesn't even stop after that, shit keeps happening and by the time the ZX era rolls around she's completely MIA, likely still alive through cybernetic enhancements so she's old as hell now and is forced to pretty much exile herself clinging onto the vague hope that the biometals she created will be found and used by an actually good person.

[heathcliffvu]

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[lotties-ashwagandha]

POLAROIDS

pairing: lottie matthews x fem!reader

word count: 705

notes: this ended rlly abruptly and is short but ive been sick and im on my period so im a bit out of it rn . also not proofread

summary: you find old pictures of you and lottie when you were in high school, and she reminds you of how bad you played the long game with her. requested by @may-z3 <333

You sat on the floor, next to where the spilled pile of pictures laid, and dug through them. There were years worth of them, most of them random shots you’d taken during Lottie’s soccer games but many of them also pictures with each other that you’d made Shauna and Jackie take during sleepovers or when you went out for pizza after games. There were also a few candids of Lottie that you’d snuck, and looking back at them you resisted a laugh — if only you’d known then that all these years later you’d still be with her, that you would wake up with her every morning and go to bed with her each night.

There were even a few pictures of the two of you post-crash. There were less of them than the ones before, and it was obvious how much the two of you had been struggling when you took them, but they were beautiful nonetheless.

A knock at the open door caught your attention, and you turned to see Lottie leaning against the doorframe, watching you with a soft smile. She was radiant, as she always was, clad in her dark blue caftan, her dark hair hanging over her shoulders and down her back in heavenly waves.

“What are you looking at?” She asked, her voice like honey as she approached you and sat on her knees on the floor at your side.

“I was trying to clean the closet for once, and all of these fell out,” you said, and handed her a few pictures of the two of you by the field at one of her soccer games. “Most of them are before the crash, and they’re so…” you trailed off, nostalgia overcoming you, and you reached for her hand.

Lottie picked up another picture and giggled, and when you reached for it she hid it to her chest, shaking her head. “No, you can’t have this one.”

“Why not? What is it?”

“I took it,” she said, but she wouldn’t provide any explanation.

“Lottie,” you asked suspiciously, failing to suppress a smile, “what is the picture?”

She didn’t respond, and your jaw dropped.

“Is it dirty?” You asked, and her eyes widened.

“No!” She urged, shaking her head. “God, your mind is horrible, no, it’s not dirty. I got pissed at you one night when we were at a sleepover at Shauna’s and I… I painted your face while you were asleep. Just a little. But then Lara Lee made me take it off.”

“What the fuck?” You asked, your tone light, and you snatched the picture. In it you were laying in a sleeping bag in Shauna’s room, and the words I LOVE STINKY ASSHOLES had been painted on your face in what appeared to be red lipstick. “Oh my god,” you breathed, not sure whether you were going to laugh or cry, and beside you Lottie turned red.

“I was mad because you weren’t going to prom, and I didn’t have the courage to ask you to go with me,” Lottie explained, her embarrassment obvious. “But in my defense, I was getting incredibly mixed signals with you long gaming me.”

“Oh, I was not long gaming you!” You laughed, shaking your head. “I was just terrified that you’d reject me.”

She gave you a dubious look, raising her eyebrows. “It’s the same thing.”

“In any case, I won in the end,” you said. “So even if I was playing the long game with you, it worked out pretty well.”

“Don’t make me paint your face again in your sleep.”

“I feel like that’s an empty threat,” you decided, handing her back the picture of you with your face painted. “You can keep that picture, though, if you want to reflect on your past victory.”

“Oh, I’ll be framing it,” she smirked. “I’ll put it on the dresser so you can see it every morning.”

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

a-spen and wynter spending more time together than a-spen and willa is going to be my villain origin story

[urotoramannekusus]

[irys955]

The track playing when X said goodbye to Zero in Z3 ending is called "Anata wa Zero" (You are Zero) and in the English translation it is called "I, 0 Your Fellow" (or: "I, Zero Your Fellow").

While the Japanese name is a confirmation for Zero after destroying his original body but I'd like to think that it also represents X and Zero's last conversation:

X: "You ARE Zero"

Zero: "Yes, I am indeed your friend Zero".

Ah dang, the waterwork is at it again...

[vanillaboyfriend]

Favourite aimen moments from the Yard?

-ep. 140, thinking z3 sent him nudes but it was goatse

-that meundies ad read where nick makes him dance in his underwear

-wine about it x the yard; "qt, you got heavy flow? you got heavy flow? yo come on out swae"

-any and all episodes where he has just to'd an event or says anything about brackets or has a strong opinion on a melee issue

-ep. 129, his walk out in his sparkly new years outfit

-any time he says shmeep shmop and does a full body wiggle

-BLONDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

a lot of my favorite aimen things have to do with his gesticulations and his delivery... i genuinely think aiden has the best delivery out of all of the yard boys. he makes the least amount of jokes, but goddamn when he shoots it goes in. you can watch their best ofs and see... a lot of their best jokes require aiden getting involved...

[elysium-eternal]

Ending of Z3, the return of emotion

Though X was gone by then, I want to believe he still tried to comfort Zero from the other side.

[heathcliffvu]

Konig taking control🫢

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