#also I don’t really expect to see this but like. Please don’t clown on this or whatever

[waywardsalt]

So I recently decided to restart Phantom Hourglass once again and I think the one thing they always surprises me a bit every time I play is just… how kind of really terrible Ciela is to Linebeck throughout the whole game.

Like sure, he’s a dick who needs to be knocked down a few pegs and all of that at the start but… she’a very consistently dismissive and rude and usually the one to spark arguments with him.

It’s been a bit since I last played through all the way so my memory’s a bit fuzzy, but she really is very consistently harsh towards him, even while others may change their opinion, like Oshus. Ciela never really seems to give him a chance or the benefit of the doubt, at least not to his face, and even when he really starts getting into his character development and genuinely trying to be nicer and braver and better she still continues to all but bully him up until the end.

Again, it’s been a bit, so I might not be totally accurate, but there are two bits that have always stuck in my mind as just… testaments to the fact that yeah, she’s kind of really terrible to him at times.

The first being when Link finds Linebeck near the Temple of the Ocean King after he gets the Phantom Sword. Linebeck is effectively almost done with his arc at that point, and really genuinely opens up to Link about how he’s felt about the quest and how he feels and… you can tell in this scene that he’s being genuine in trying to express his honest feelings and come to terms with them and let Link know in some roundabout way how much their time together has meant, but once it’s all said and done Ciela latches onto his telling Link not to die and uses it almost as an excuse to make fun of him again, disregarding everything he said in favor of essentially telling him ‘Link’s going to be fine, shut up and fuck off,’ and even when he goes to leave and asks her very genuinely to take care of Link and calls her by name, she just sounds surprised about him calling her by name and moves on.

Ciela never really acknowledges that Linebeck changes- not until the very end, and when she actually does, it’s always in a sarcastic or joking sort of tone until that end. She ignores any sign of him being kinder or less egotistical and just acts like he’s the same jackass that she and Link met at the beginning of the game. Not to mention, I can’t imagine how painful it must be to finally gather up the courage and honestly express your feelings like that only to get ignored and mocked for one throwaway comment! All things considered, that’s a shitty move!

The other thing is less about anything she says, but more about implying how Linebeck feels about her. One of the last things he says to her after Bellum is defeated is ‘You’ve always got to get the last word, don’t you?’

I don’t know. That line itself, paired with being right after she doesn’t entirely take seriously his wish to have his ship returned to him… I feel like it just… sums up how Linebeck probably feels about her.

Honestly, with just those two examples alone, I could go on for a lot more about how kind of terrible she was, but this is long enough as is.

I do like Ciela and I think she’s great, but when it comes to how she treats Linebeck… there’s a lot there.

#loz #legend of Zelda #phantom hourglass #linebeck #ciela #it’s just. idk. #specifically where she disregards his little monologue. That fucking hurts. To bare your heart like that and get torn down in response #esp if you have a hard time with something like that. I know I do. If I was upfront with my feelings like that with someone #and for them to respond like… that? That would kinda ruin me for a bit ngl #idk. It’s just really bizarre. It’s partially the reason why I’ve always taken my portrayal of Linebeck in ph to be a bit dark #bc he really spends his arc bettering himself and figuring out and coming to terms with his feelings and just. #having someone ignore it and repeatedly stomp you down every time you open your mouth. Fuck. #this is also why I don’t believe Linebeck actually likes her by the end. Why I think things aren’t resolved between them by the end #even in their last interaction she’s mocking and sarcastic. It’s rough #whatever. Take this how you will #salty talks #btw feel free to add on to this or whatever. I’m interested to see what other people think of the interactions between them. #also I don’t really expect to see this but like. Please don’t clown on this or whatever #I mean for this to be a serious look at the interactions between them #and I take it seriously due to how I perceive these characters and all of that

[anastasiabowe]

𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙉 — As a broke college student, it’s not wrong to want a rich husband! That doesn’t mean you’re a gold digger, or will stoop so low you will ruin your worth, it just means you want a man who will take care of you, and guess what? You found him.

note: this will be a 3 part series! First one I’ve ever made and may be my last! So please not too much on these writings! Luv you!

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄𝙄 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄𝙄𝙄

Content Warnings: Language..? Nothing other than that!

Nanami stared at his reflection.

“Nanami, get it together. It’s just a date, you’ve done them plenty of times.”

Nanami repeated that to himself and each time he got more nervous. His hands were now sticky with sweat, and his stomach began to hurt from the nerves. Nanami has never been this nervous, not even for business meetings that can determine his companies status or funds.

Nanami’s phone chimed a little song as his alarm went off. It was 5:15 and he needed to leave for his date.

He went to his sink and washed the sweat from his hands. He grabbed his car keys and headed to his garage.

Once he got in his car and started driving, he didn’t want to do this date anymore. What if you found him ugly? I mean the photos he chose weren’t the best, but what if you were expecting younger, or handsomer?!

He pulled into Hermès’ parking lot, and he went to park in a spot as close to the restaurant in case of a quick exit he may have to make.

He sat in his car as the clock ticked. It was only 5:25, and his reservation wouldn’t be ready for another five minutes. He took a deep breath, and made his way into the luxurious restaurant. He signed in, and the Server brought him to his table. Nanami thanked him as the server said he would be right back and Nanami nodded. Just as he sat down his phone chimed and he picked it up.

He saw a message from Haibara.

H: “Hey dude, just wanted to wish you luck. Remember, don’t think too much and act like you. It’s not as complicated as you think! Alright, I gotta go, tell me all about the date after it, or tomorrow!

N: Thank you, I really appreciate it Haibara. I will tell you all about it tomorrow!

Nanami smiled, Haibara was too good for him. His phone chimed again and a message from you appeared on his screen.

Y: “Hey Kento! I might be running late, I missed my bus, so it might take me a few minutes! (Hopefully it’s not a deal breaker😅)

Nanami laughed to himself while also internally punching himself. Why didn’t he offer you a ride!? Oh he’s such an idiot! While Nanami cursed himself for mistakes he didn’t even make, the waiter looked at him in slight discomfort.

“Sir?” Nanami jerked his head towards the young man, startled by his sudden appearance.

“I’m sorry, did you say something?” Nanami kindly apologized.

“Oh, it’s not problem, at all! I was just wondering if you were waiting for someone, if not, are you ready to order drinks?” The young man so kindly asked the clueless Nanami the 4th time about what his plans were at the restaurant.

“Yes, I am waiting for someone, you can come back in five minutes, sorry for the troubles.” Nanami felt like an absolute clown. He is recognizable. He bets the waiter felt bad for him, thinking he was stood up, so he lingered to keep him company.

“Alright, I will be back shortly!” The young gentleman walked away, and Nanami checked his phone to see another message from you.

Y:“Hi! I’m at the front, the woman won’t let me in unless the person who made the reservation comes and gets me..”

Nanami sighed, places like these makes him hate reservations. He walks towards the front, and he couldn’t help but fucking forget how to breathe.

He saw you standing in a deep green dress. It was so flattering on your body, Nanami had to bite his lip to hold back the groan he wanted to let out.

“Hello, I am Kento Nanami. This is my date, please let her in.” Nanami’s stern voice irritatingly informed the woman. She looked up at Nanami with slight fear, she was different from the other guy who let him in, so she must be new.

You awkwardly smiled at the woman and walked towards Nanami. Nanami stepped to the side to let you walk past, and he eyed the woman up and down.

Nanami followed you and soon lead you to the table, and he pulled out your seat to help you sit down. He cringed at himself for acting so out of character for you. He never once felt or done this for a date, and so this all feels so forced.

“Thank you.” Your soft, sweet, voice quietly giggled and thanked him as you scooted your chair in with the help of Nanami.

“No problem.” He grunted. The awkward tension between you two was thick, but praise to god above, the waiter came over to the table.

“Glad to see your date arrived Mr. Nanami.” The waiter smirked towards Nanami, Nanami not finding it very funny. You looked in between them both, it just have been an inside joke.

“Can I get you both started with drinks?”

You looked at Nanami, insinuating him to order first.

“Um, What’s your finest wine?”

“That would be the Romanée-Conti, sir.”

“Then I will have that.” Nanami cleared his throat. You smirked, and looked at the waiter.

“A water would be fine, thank you.” The waiter nodded.

“I will be right back with your drinks.” Nanami and you both nodded back.

“So you don’t drink wine?”

“I’m 20.” You smiled at him.

Nanami felt a spring burst in his ear. You were 20, how could he forget!

“I’m sorry, I knew that, I do not know what’s come over me!" He scoffed at himself.

"Oh, no worries at all!" You awkwardly laughed. You hoped he wasn't too upset for forgetting your age..

"I tried a few types of wine before when I went to Europe with my family a while ago, I didn't really like any of them." You smiled, hopefully that helped ease his nerves.

Nanami chuckled, trying to erase the embarrassment he felt for acting so childish. No one would be offended if someone forgets their age..! "Am I a fucking child?! Who would get mad if I forget their age!" Nanami thought to himself.

"Wine is not for everyone. Took me a while to find my niche." Nanami smiled, making eye contact. You looked down when you caught his eyes, and tried to hide the smile that was creeping on your face.

Nanami knew that look, and felt his heart warm. "So, tell me, Y/n," he cleared his throat. "What are you majoring in?"

You looked back up, surprised at his question. "Uh, I'm majoring in business!" You smirked, seeing a sparkle appear in his eyes. You knew he loved to talk about business, hence everything in his profile was about business.

"interesting. Are you planning on starting one?"

"yes! I mean, I'm not sure what I want to do with any businesses I might create, but they're somewhere on the line of some sort of marketing." Nanami couldn't find you any more perfect. Not only are you beautiful and smart, you both share the same interests!

"Wow, I mean, if you need any help starting a business, you can always ask me. I've helped over 300 people start a business and 98% of them were successful." Your heart beated at the thought of having your own business and maybe a partner to help you through it all.

"really? I couldn't ask you to do that."

"I would love to, my favorite thing is to help others succeed. That's the whole point of my company."

You softly smiled, honestly completely out of words.

"Just let me know. But, let's put that aside, I'm curious, why were you truly on Richify?"

You laughed, you knew he would ask, I mean it was a very valid question.

"I could ask the same for you, but to tell you the truth, I want a rich husband." You were utterly amazed by how honest you were being. You barely know Kento and here you are telling him your selfish desires.

He lifted both of his eyebrows in shock, but had a playful smirk dancing on his face.

"Oh, is that so?"

"I don't like dating around. For the few guys I've been with, after maybe the second date, they just weren't the one so I limited who I met with and who I talked to." You scratched your head, hoping he agreed.

Nanami thought about his words carefully.

"Exactly that. I don't get how people can just hop from person to person, I can't stand the thought of it." Nanami chuckled, you chuckling with him.

"yeah, but you seem like someone worth my time." This time those words actually came out of your mouth on their own. You slapped your hand over your mouth. Nanami chuckled, amused by your slight embarrassment.

"is that so?" Nanami puting more emphasis on 'that'.

"I don't know why I said that.." you shyly giggle. He only eyed you down, making you more nervous.

"don't worry, I think you're worth my time also." Nanami winked, you smiled, and started to ease up. The waiter came back with the wine and water.

"Here you..go." he carefully set the wine glasses down, alongside a pitcher of water and a bottle of wine.

"would you like me to pour you your wine, or would you prefer to have the bottle?"

"I'll take the bottle, thank you."

"alright, are you both ready to order?"

You and Nanami gave him your respective orders, and the rest of the night went really well!

As the night went on, you found out truly why nanami was on that app and what his true desires were. The desires of wanting his own family, a family that didn't worry about money, a family that loved each other. You couldn't help but think about how a man with such power and influence would want such a normal life. But, you also smiled thinking about how much you both wanted the same thing.

You both also talked about how it was for a girl so young to not find any guys, and a guy so old to not find any girls and how funny it was that you both met.

You both also started to talk about things more deeper, more personal. You both talked about the failed relationships and the dates you went on, what your likes and dislikes were, turn ons and turn offs, what you both found weird or normal, or even your favorite type of animal. Everything either of you said did nothing more than to help the person you were sitting across fall more deeply in love with you.

Nanami admired every single aspect of you. He adored how wide your smile would get just from his jokes and stories alone, how beautiful your hands were, which were littered with rings, as they smoothed down your dress, he admired how clean and beautiful you looked, no matter how much you covered your face with your hands, he found you beautiful. No matter how much you nervously hugged your body, he found you even more beautiful. You were simply too beautiful for him to handle.

And ever since that night, dinners turned into breakfast, and breakfasts turned into brunches, and brunchs turned into amusement parks, and amusement parks turned into sleep overs, and sleep overs turned into moving in.

+

+

"Nanami," you sighed as he pulled you softly onto his lap, legs spreading as he held your hips tightly. "You know I couldn't do that to you, my apartment is fine!"

He looked up at you, eyes soft as a knowingly smile danced on his face. He's asked you quite a few times to just move in with him, you've always been hesitant to the idea, not sure if that's what your ready for. You've never moved in with a boyfriend, let alone someone like Nanami.

"I know baby, but it would be so beneficial for us both. I mean, we can carpool to work since you took that internship at my job, we don't have to worry about meeting up when we are always together, I mean, hell, you wouldn't have to worry about rent." He softly said, as you continued to have your worries.

His house was so empty without you there all the time. I mean, he barely has anything in that mansion, and whenever you come over, you always shiver from how cold it was, except when you get to snuggle under the warm pink blankets you brought to his house to give it a little color instead of the plain white, black, and gray color scheme.

"Yeah, but that's a big step. I mean I have a lot of stuff and 2 pets!" You looked into his eyes as you emphasized your point.

"I love Milo and Princess." He simply said.

"I have a lot of clothes" He smirked as I said that as if that was a laughable point.

"I have a few walk in closets"

"I mean, God knows if my landlord will let me move out, I don't really know the terms and conditions of my lease."

"we'll figure it out." His voice never wavered nor changed in tone as he softly reassured you.

You didn't have any other points than that, I mean, what if it doesn't... You know..

"Wait, but what if-"

"Y/n please, I'm not trying to pressure you, but I think you moving in would be for the best. It gets so lonely when I don't have you next to me every waking moment. I need you here with me, I need you to help fill this empty house with things you love, we love." Nanami chuckled thinking about how the house would be a completely new home with your charm added to it. It would have a warmer and homier feel to it.

His hands began to softly rub up your sides and to your back. His would softly glide over your skin, making you melt into his touch. You nodded and relaxed as his words of how much he wanted, no needed you here made you feel. You did want to live with him. You wanted to wake up and breathe his fresh smell, listen to his deep soothing voice hum any song, and feel him everywhere you go.

You wanted to say 'Yes nanami! I will move in with you!' but an underlying feeling of doubt still clouded your mind. You had to say something.

"Nanami, I want to live with you, I really do! But.." his hands stopped moving, and slowly settled back onto my hips.

"But? Is something wrong?" His face now wasn't as soft and playful, now more tense and worried.

"No, but.." I sighed, trying to look away from him. He softly grabbed my chin with his hand making me face him again, eyes staring up directly into yours.

"Tell me, I promise you, no problem can't be fixed."

"I'm sorry, I really didn't want to think this way, but.. What if we, you know, break up? I mean I can't afford to move out, and my family lives far and that would really su-"

"y/n." He stopped me before my head started spiraling. He knew how you thought. He knew how much you overthink simple things, and don't always see things positively.

He took a deep breath, unsure as to why you were thinking you both might separate.. were you..

Unhappy?

"Please tell me you aren't unhappy in our relationship." Nanami's eyes left your as he was now just searching your face for a confirmation.

"no! No of course not, I'm very happy, why would you think that?" Now it was your turn to grab his chin and make him face you.

"well, I mean, you're having doubts about us taking our relationship to the next level, and your scaring me with the thought you don't see us ending up in a happy successful relationship." His voice was so raw, so clear, he was genuinely nervous about how you truly felt.

You felt extremely terrible for even thinking so negatively. You knew your boyfriend hated when you thought negatively, always taking those thoughts as something you're actually feeling. And in this case, he was assuming you weren't happy in your relationship.

Nanami's eyebrows were extremely furrowed as he tried to process and read your facial expressions again for now, a sign of any lies in what you said.

Your face softened as you placed both of your hands on the sides of his face. Your thumbs came to his brows as you softly stroked them to help them go back to his they were as you spoke to him.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I promise I didn't mean to insinuate that. It's just, I've never moved in with a boyfriend of mine, and I usually like to prepare for the worst." Your voice was quiet as you felt his eyebrows' tension slowly release and his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. Nanami laid his cheek on your chest, and let out a huge breath in relief.

"Just.." nanami chuckled. "Just let me know what you decide on. I'm not going anywhere, so take as much time as you need." You smiled, and stroked his hair. You just hummed in response, and you both continued to peacefully dwell in each other's arms.

#nanami kento #kento nanami #jujutsu nanami #nanami x you #nanami smut #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #jjk kento #kento smut #jjk

[redvelvettecakes1]

LATE WELCOME HOME UPDATE RANT POST !

(⚠️ spoilers for the newest welcome home update that came out march 9th ⚠️)

OKAY SO I ACTUALLY HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THIS UPDATE, IT WAS BY FAR MY FAVOURITE UPDATE SO FAR THAT WE HAVE GOTTEN. before I start however if you guys don’t know how to Access the secret website here is the link if you need it!

FIRST OFF, THESE IMAGESSSSS, THEY’RE ACTUALLY SO CUTE I LOVE JULIE’S CHRISTMAS TREE HAIR SO MUCH 😭 AND THE THIRD PHOTO IS SO CUTE?? LOOK AT THEM ALL TOGETHER, THEY’RE ALL LIKE A LITTLE FAMILY IT’S ADORABLE ☹️

AND THE ARTSTYLE IS SO PRETTY, LITERALLY I LOVE CLOWNS STYLE SO MUCH.

I CAN ONLY SHARE ONE CLIP BC TUMBLR WONT LET ME ADD MORE 😢 BUT OUT OF ALL THE CLIPS WE GOT THIS WAS BY FAR MY FAVOURITE, I WAS HONESTLY SO SHOCKED TO SEE THAT WE GOT FULLY ANIMATED SCENES OF THE CHARACTERS, AND THIS ONE WAS MY FAVOURITE OUT OF ALL OF THEM.

BARNABY AND HOWDY BOTH LOOK SO CUTE IN THS STYLE AND I LOVED BARNABYS EXPRESSIONS, I LITERALLY LOVED BARNABY IN THIS ENTIRE UPDATE TBH, HE LITERALLY CARRIED THE WHOLE UPDATE ONCE AGAIN, HE WAS GREAT AND I LOVE HIS VOICE SO MUCH.

I’M GENUINELY SO HAPPY THAT WE GOT TO SEE MORE OF HIM THIS UPDATE.

AND THIS ANIMATION, THIS ONE WAS ONE OF MY FAVOURITES TOO, THE SCENERY WAS SO PRETTY AND IT REALLY MATCHED THE ADVERT AS IT HAD A VERY COSY FEEL TO IT, I LOVED IT SO MUCH.

WALLY LOOKS SO CUTE IN THIS STYLE, I LOVED THE WAY HE SMILED IN THIS ANIMATION TOO, HE LOOKED SO SILLY, I DIDNT ACTUALLY LIKE WALLY BEFORE BUT NOW HE IS STARTING TO GROW ON ME A LITTLE AFTER THIS, I DIDNT TRUST HIM IN THE FIRST FEW UPDATES AS I THOUGHT IT WAS IMPLIED THAT HE WAS GONNA BE THE BAD CHARACTER BUT AS OF NOW HE SEEMS PRETTY SILLY TOO 😭

but anyways, literally loved this animation too, it was so smooth and pretty, whoever animated these scenes did an amazing job because I loved each one so much

OKAY, I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THIS PART TOO.

MY JAW LITERALLY DROPPED WHEN I SAW MS. BEAGLE TOO, I REALLY WAS NOT EXPECTING TO SEE HER ANYTIME SOON SO I WAS VERY SURPRISED WHEN I SAW HER APPEAR, I WAS LITERALLY SAYING A BIT BEFORE THIS UPDATE THAT I WOULD LOVE TO SEE BARNABY AND MS. BEAGLE TOGETHER, AND IN THIS UPDATE I WAS SURPRISED TO SEE I ACTUALLY GOT WHAT I WANTED.

they’re my favourite mother and son guys. ☹️

THEY WERE LITERALLY SO CUTE, WHEN MS. BEAGLE GAVE BARNABY A PECK ON THE CHEEK AND YOU CAN ALSO TELL HOW MUCH BARNABY CARES FOR HER, IT’S SO SWEET AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH 😭 I also really loved the fact we got to see more artwork of ms. beagle, she is literally so pretty and her voice is so pretty too, I LOVE HERRR

AND 11 NEW CHARACTERS?? I WAS COMPLETELY SHOCKED BY THIS TOO, I DIDNT EXPECT TO SEE SO MANY NEW FACES IN THIS UPDATE ALSO.

it was really nice to hear more about howdy’s family, AND THERE IS SO MANY OF THEM, HIS FAMILY IS ACTUALLY MASSIVE, I loved all their voices and character designs so much, they were all great, I WAS SURPRISED WE GOT TO HEAR ALL THEIR VOICES TOO, I was completely blown away from this update

THE LORE WE GOT ON EDDIE TOO WAS ACTUALLY CRAZY.

I felt so bad for the guy he was so stressed and exhausted from everything, it was also really sad to see how he was getting frustrated / upset when nobody was coming to visit him 😕 FRANK KEEP YOUR BOYFRIEND COMPANY PLEASE…

It was also really nice to see how worried Frank was for Eddie when Eddie was zoning out, THEY WERE SO WORRIED FOR HIM, I ACTUALLY STARTED CRYING NEAR THE END OF THE 22 MINUTE VIDEO, THE ANGST FOR EDDIE WAS SO SAD, ESPECIALLY THE PART WHERE FRANK STARTED TO WORRY.

anyways, that’s all I have to say for this update, I literally loved it so much and this is definitely my favourite update so far, the voice actors, animators and clown did such a good job with this update and it was definitely worth the extra wait 🩷

#welcome home #clownillustrations #welcome home puppet show #rant #rant post #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #sally starlet #julie joyful #poppy partridge #eddie dear #frank frankly #howdy pillar #welcome home barnaby #welcome home wally #welcome home sally #welcome home julie #welcome home eddie #welcome home frank #welcome home poppy #welcome home howdy

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O had a sibling reunion… S/O has been duck taped to the wall by their siblings - along with their siblings

S/O and their siblings don’t even remember how they got all of them on the wall

but all of them are cackling and wheezing from laughter as they are stuck to the wall

(main boys, please!)

Undertale Sans - What? You expected him to help? Nah. Instead, Sans taped double-sided adhesive on his jacket, and then he uses blue magic on himself to tape his body to the wall next to you. Looks like a good nap spot. Don't count on him for help. Ask Papyrus though, he would love to hear about what he's thinking of this.

Undertale Papyrus - He stares in disbelief. Why would you even... He doesn't want to know! Get off the wall this instant, he vacuumed the ceiling this morning! Papyrus then proceeds to defy gravity by flying to the ceiling to free you and your siblings like it's perfectly normal.

Underswap Sans - He grabs a broom and uses all of you as pinatas to help you get down. What? He can't really do anything else. In case you didn't notice: he's small. You escape your prison with a few bruises. You suspect he had fun hitting the crap out of you but with Blue, you can't prove anything.

Underswap Papyrus - He chuckles when he sees you, then takes a few pictures, then after teasing you for a good twenty minutes, he finally decides to help you with the only condition you tape him on the wall as a reward. He doesn't want to feel left out.

Underfell Sans - Hum... Let him think. He might let you out of here, but that won't be free. So what do you have to offer? You better be convincing or he's letting you there all night. You manage to obtain your freedom after losing 500 gold to improve his motorcycle and a three-hour planned cuddle session.

Underfell Papyrus - He's not amused. And you know what? Since you managed to tape yourself there, he'll sure you'll find a way to escape this situation by yourself. He waves at you and leaves. And he won't come back, have fun.

Horrortale Sans - He didn't see you at first and got jumpscare. After that, well, he's not happy. He's in a corner of the room, growling angrily at your siblings, and it seems he doesn't recognize you. He got spooked and his mind completely blocks the thought he knows you. That's great, now you have to wait for Willow to show up...

Horrortale Papyrus - He didn't see you either. You just watch as he frowns as a shoe suddenly appears in front of his eye sockets. He's so confused when he sees you there, at his height. But he quickly switches to stern mom mode. What do you think you're doing young people? You're going to be lectured about this, for very long minutes, before he accepts to free you once he's convinced you regret your actions. I hope you're a good comedian or you might stay there for a long time.

Swapfell Sans - He enters the room, looks at you eyes in eyes, sips on his tea for a long minute, looks at you again, turns around, and leaves. He doesn't care, find a way to get down by yourself he's not helping. It's only when you start to make ghost noises in the middle of the night as revenge that he accepts to free you. Well, to yeet you roughly on the couch is a more accurate description. Also, you're sleeping on the couch, he locked the door of the room. He's mad.

Swapfell Papyrus - He chuckles evilly and you immediately know you're in trouble. You're in a vulnerable position, and Rus knows that. He accepts to free you only after you let him paint your and your siblings' faces. It's not up for discussion. You now all look like clowns... More or less, as Rus is terrible at drawing. He's very proud of himself though.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He gives you the look, the one insulting the entirety of humanity because humans are clearly primitive inferior creatures that lack basic intelligence skills. Then he sighs loudly and in his great kindness, decides to rescue you with his superior mind because it's very clear he has to do everything in this world. How can humans be that stupid? How could you survive for so long without the monsters to guide you? And that's at this precise moment that he notices Coffee, hanging out with all of you, smiling widely and waving at him. That's it. You're all in timeout.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Do him too! Do him too! He wants to be duct tape on the wall too! He's as excited as a child, and he's ecstatic once you accept him in your little hanging session. He never wants to get down! Too bad Wine will eventually come to ruin the fun. He's sad when he's forced to get down :(

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

[accio-victuuri]

cpn time: yibo’s new songs 🎧

here we are, two songs and a bunch of short video clips later, but this post will be more about the lyrics. if you haven’t listened to the tracks then please enjoy bystander and everything is lovely first before anything else. i’m so thankful that wyb has kept his promise to fans of bringing us a new song every year and also performing it during nye. he may not be the most obvious when it comes to appreciating his fans but this is the best example of his commitment to sharing himself to fans and treating us.

i will start with some minor clues before we get into the lyrics and all that clowning interpretation. 🙇‍♀️

1. The first 3 photos that yibo-official released as soon as it turned 12:00, one of them was color pink, or you can say, very light shade of red. His photos released before had a more solid red like that from a traffic light but this one leans more towards pink.

A very nice choice of color knowing how he relates pink to being the color of love and and all the other symbolism we attached to it.

& when yibo posted it, he placed the pink one in the middle vs yibo-official’s who placed it on the right.

2. Same choice of words between their studios, especially with reference to the gap of time. We are definitely looking closer than a normal fan would when it comes to their studio’s captions, edits, posting time etc and to a normal fan this would just fly over their head. but the amount of coincidence between the two is too much!

3. QQ released parts of the lyrics and this one, the chorus of everything is lovely ( up to the part talking about love of coming home ), the word love was mentioned 23 times. Love Zhan. I mean, we all know this boys loves 2 and 3 😂😂😂

4. The timing of release for their projects this day. Another example of how they don’t overlap with the day or time. XZ’s marie claire was between 10-12 and then WYB stuff of course started coming out at 12:00. this follows their pattern 👀

5. I really like what this bxg discovered, the way everything is lovely was written, if you turn in upside down it may read wyb loves xz. 🤯🤯🤯

for those of us who have been subjected to xz’s artwork and the little things he hides, this should be believable to you. he is known to do these things, even without the cpn intention.

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BYSTANDER

I gotta say, i’m leaning more towards this song, i didn’t expect it! I just love how it sounds and i’m with those who felt nostalgic while listening to it. it seems familiar and brand new at the same time. The melody of the first few lines got me thinking of words ( bee gees ) and the guitar/drums played are excellent too! I hope he sings this with a live band please! 🙏🏼

I often watch, listen and feel like reaching out to touch.

Holding a handful of seawater to see it’s dreamlike color.

this is more of a song ( atleast to me ) that speaks of who WYB is as a person. a bystander/spectator/onlooker. he is someone who observes people and keeps quiet first before engaging. but that doesn’t mean he is indifferent, in this song, he talks about admiring the things around him.

i’m also thinking of a wish to be a bystander. XZ/WYB repeatedly said that the super power they wish to have in invisibility so they just roam around without people noticing them. in a way, it’s wyb’s ( and by extension xz ) wish to be able to do this.

Embrace all the joys and sorrows of life. Listen to the plucked feathers speak, wings aiming for the vast sky.

Watch a fallen leaf repeating until the four seasons bring it back to the branch. I cannot see another galaxy but believe in me in a more distant place.

i see this as basically yibo and zz’s view in life, they are willing to go through the good and bad. their lives may seem ideal because they are celebrities but it’s far from that so they just have to focus on the good.

Don’t ask me what i’m looking for, let life pass through.

it’s him just wanting to be left alone, to allow him to go through his life without people watching his every move. or maybe there isn’t anything he is looking for or aiming for, he is just enjoying and going through his life. This line speaks to me so much! There’s really no need to be constantly trying to achieve things and be exhausted by the end of it. Sometimes, it’s okay to sit back and enjoy the simple things.

EVERYTHING IS LOVELY

I have discussed this song before, especially the chorus that covers a lot of the CPNs. I feel the same way about my interpretation of those lines even after learning the lyrics of the whole song.

My hands, accustomed to patting my head, opening up the memory of the river and pond. There are always a few good friends by the side.

Listening to the cicadas, watching the fishing boats.

WYB who likes to pat his head as an example 😂 so this is really from his POV and a more personal touch to start this song.

Listening to the cicadas and watching the fishing boat? This paints a picture of them during CQL shoot and hanging out.

I’m cackling tho at bxg interpretation of the lines that talk about river & ponds and then him having friends on the side. So who are the friends by that pod? Turtles? LOL. 😂😂😂😂

How to distinguish between people, whether post-00s are young or very mature.

This is so WYB. Reminding us of when he always made a point to say that GG looks so young or that they have no age gap 🥹🥹🥹

Under the mud, lotus roots finally grown. Please, lotus flowers do not look back.

Lotus roots/ Lotus flowers. What a peculiar choice to include in the song. Maybe there is some deeper explanation here that has something to do with culture or what but as a clown, our minds went to CQL.

It’s a part of the story and who can forget that behind the scenes of WYB pulling out those lotus seeds for XZ? 🙃

I tightly hold on to the people i once lost.

I like the way some people have interpreted this line. If what we think is true, that they lost each other at some point after the cql shoot then this line makes sense. They had some time apart after that shoot and XZ went to Japan to clear his head. The people around them also encouraged to take this time away from each other and get out of character. But they still found their way back as XZ/WYB. 🤍

The main thing in this song tho is— everything is lovely because you (xz) are in everything. 😭😭😭😭

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

[tmntxthings]

I’m back with another request. This time it’s a character you both expect me to request but also don’t expect me to request!!

Could you do a Rise!Donnie x reader where the reader is sad because they have some friends topside that treat them like they’re just the group-clown and dumb? Like sure they’re silly, but they can be serious too! But, they don’t get taken seriously, so they go to Donnie wanting comfort 🥺

Thank you, love you, mwah, kisses, uwu 💕 please have good and happy day and i’ll gnaw the legs off your enemies

A Perpetual Role

author’s note: surprise surprise!!!! finally got around to writing this, mwah mwah, anything for you hehe <333333333

warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, unedited

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Some days, it really did feel like you were living in a movie. Casted as that one friend who was only there for comedic relief. Sure, you could admit to yourself that for the most part, you didn’t take much seriously. You liked to have fun. You liked to live in the moment. You liked being able to make others laugh, it brought you joy that your friends thought of you as a good time. You were the one to call if they wanted to party.

But none of that meant you couldn’t tone it down. It especially didn’t mean that you couldn’t flip a switch or read a room. “Look Y/n, nows not a good time.” You had barged in like you always do, carrying an armful of snacks and drinks. “What do you mean? I came—“

You were cut off, this happens a lot, you held your tongue. “I know, I know, you want to help, you want to cheer me up, but I don’t want to be cheered up.” You swallowed, “I understand but-“ a mutual friend walked in past where you stood by the door. “You called Y/n too?” Olivia asked, trying to hide her surprise.

You held the snacks tighter. “No, I saw the post,” you spoke again. Lena had posted about her breakup. You knew she was taking it hard, you had met her partner, saw how in love she had been. You continued, turning to Lena, “I just thought you wouldn’t want to be alone. I brought all your favorites!” You said motioning down to what you carried. “I appreciate it..” she sighed, “I can be a shoulder to cry on, or just listen if you feel like talking!” You tried to say as you watched Olivia take a spot on the couch across the room.

“Look Y/n, you’re sweet, but Lena called me! I’m here for her,” Olivia had spoken up. She had this look that said ‘know your place.’ Lena was biting her lip, not meeting your eyes or saying much. “Right, I’ll just go then! I’m real sorry about you and—“ Lena suddenly was marching forward, grabbing your arm and dragging you to the door. “Don’t say their name. I can’t stand it. See this is why I didn’t call you in the first place.” Lena took a deep breath, “Look I promise I’ll call when I’m ready to joke and make fun of them.”

With that you were in the hallway, arms still holding onto snacks you didn’t really like. You looked back at the door that was quickly shut after you. Were you the weird one? Sure you had been hoping to cheer Lena up.. but if she hadn’t wanted that you would’ve easily just listened to her rant, or been there for her while she cried. You guessed Olivia had it all covered. You felt like a fool just standing there so you forced yourself to move.

You didn’t really know what you were doing. Once you made it back to your apartment you dropped the snacks and walked right back out. You didn’t want to be alone. No sooner were you in an alleyway staring down at a certain manhole cover. You usually didn’t have two thoughts about barging in, but your earlier experience had you pausing. Maybe you should’ve called.

“Greetings Y/n,” Donatello answered on the third ring. “Hi, you busy Dee?” You shifted your weight, feeling weird to ask even though you were right outside..or topside? “Mmm I do have a packed schedule, but things can be rearranged, why?” You wondered what his schedule was jam packed with, probably science-y stuff if you had to guess. “I was just wondering.. if I could come over?” The line went quiet. “…yes you can but hold on,”

You started the descent into the sewers. “Just as I thought, this is your first time ever asking! And you’ve been over on approximately 628 occasions,” You snorted, “only in the hundreds? I’ve gotta step up my game!” Even though you were still upset you pushed it aside to try and joke. Maybe if you kept joking around like you always did the feeling would go away. “Shall I expect you in 20 minutes or so?” Donnie questioned and you could hear movement on his side of the line. “Actually I’m passing the common area in the lair right now!” You were surprised to see that no one was there. Usually Mikey was lounged eating chips or on his phone.

“Oh?! Wait, well why did you call if you were already here??” He sounded a bit confused and maybe a little amused. Even though you were about to walk into his lab, you ended the call. You didn’t really want to explain why, because that would mean explaining… the whole thing. Just the thought had your chest tightening. “Really?” Donatello was in front of you now, “Why’d you hang up??” He said eyes narrowing. He looked like he was analyzing you. As if you were acting strange, not as you usually do. “Well I’m here already so no point in staying on the phone!” You waved your hand dismissively, passing the purple turtle to enter his lab.

“Where’s everyone else?” You spoke up, wanting to stay away from the previous topic. “Last I heard some dum dum challenge in the ramp room.” Donnie followed after you once he had closed the lab door. “They tried to rope me in but as I explained earlier my schedule is already booked.” He watched as you landed in his swivel chair, “Should I go hang with them instead? Since you’re so busy?” You didn’t look up, you were wondering if you had messed up again. Were you bothering him? Just like you had bothered Lena?

Donnie was watching you, one had cupped under his chin. He was thinking. Something was definitely off here. “No, you can stay with me.. I moved my said schedule around just for you afterall!” This didn’t make you feel better. In fact you just felt like a burden. Your shoulders slumped. “Are you sure?”

Dee crossed the space between you two and crouched down until he could see your face. Even with him being so close it looked like you were still unaware of his presence. You looked to be overthinking. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” He asked gently and your eyes met his, they were teary. “Nothing just… I don’t wanna bother you.. annoy you.” You sniffed trying to keep the tears at bay. “Your presence doesn’t annoy me, in fact, I like your company!” Donnie reassured you, eyes softening because you looked so sad. He didn’t know why, and he hadn’t seen you so upset before.

“Do you want to talk about it or would you rather forget?” He gave you the choice. This would be his final time asking. You sighed, thinking about both options. “I went over to Lena’s… you know one of my friends?” Donnie nodded, his hands went out holding onto your knees. He was still in the crouched position, wanting to make sure he could see your face. “She posted about her breakup, and I knew she could probably use a friend..” you swallowed, eyes getting glassy again. “So I went to a convenience store, got a bunch of her favorite snacks and drinks, then headed that way!”

Donnie put his chin over his right hand that covered your knee. Still listening. “I barged in like I always do, but turns out Olivia already had it covered. Lena didn’t want me there.. so yeah.” It was the abridged version. You were leaving some things out, but you felt like if you said everything you would definitely cry. Donatello sighed, “I can relate.” He moved back and stood up. Donnie didn’t want to continue to drag the mood down. But he wasn’t exactly sought out when someone needed cheering, or for anything that dealt with emotions. “It’s not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong.” He surmised, moving past his own thoughts to reassure yours.

“But maybe if I had called.. or even just knocked when I—“ You paused when you saw Donnie shake his head. “Maybe so, but your intentions were pure and that’s all that matters. If Lena couldn’t see that, then she may have some sort of cataract,”

Your eyebrows came together. “Donnie you can just say ‘she’s blind’” and you couldn’t help but laugh. He was always trying to use such brainiac words. He smirked, “Excuse me for having such an intellectual vocabulary!” You rolled your eyes, then stood yourself. “Anything I can help with? Don’t wanna keep you from that hectic schedule of yours!” Donnie tapped on his wrist tech, you peered over to see a purple coded calendar. “Not hectic, just full, I can definitely manage.” He corrected you and you huffed playfully. “But yes, an assistant would be useful!” He agreed after a final swipe on his wrist.

“If you’ll follow me this way,” Donnie said teasingly, putting on an elegant accent and sweeping his hand out to gesture towards his new projects. “Aye aye captain!” You put on your own accent, far less sophisticated and very much pirate. It was god awful and made the both of you burst into laughter. You felt better after talking to Donnie about it. You wondered if he knew. “Hey Dee?” You said after you caught your breath. “Hmm?”

“Thanks,” it was all you needed to say. Just a simple word with a soft smile. He nodded, smiling back, happy to have helped.

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[strangerthingsn]

Happy Halloween🎃

Eddiexvirgin!reader

Summary: you’re a a Hawkins high cheerleader but not one like everyone thinks. You going to Steve’s Halloween party. Your outfit wasn’t basic or what they all liked but your outfit caught Eddie his eye.

a/n:just because it’s almost Halloween and I’m going as Gene I made this for y’all!

warning: P in V, sex, 7 minutes in heaven, drugs , alcohol, drunk reader,kissing, make out, just 18+. (If I missed something tell me🛐)

“Y/N JUST COME! FUCKING HURRY!” Chrissy yells from downstairs.

“JUST MY RED LIPSTICK CHILL!” You sat infrond of your mirror with a white face and a black star around your eye. You grab your lipstick and put it on. You going as Paul from kiss. You love metal and rock. Probably nobody even know that about you. It’s not that you wear pink and other bright colors but they just don’t expect a cheerleader to be a metalhead.

You get up on your high shoes. You put some parfume on and your rush downstairs.

“Ew you look like a fucking clown.” Chrissy giggles.

“oh shut up you know I love kiss” you chuckle with her.

“let’s go Jason is waiting with his car” Chrissy walks to the door.

“Yeah” you smile and follow her. You both walk out and you lock the door behind you, Jason hold the door open for you. You get in and put your seatbelt one while Jason get also in again after closing the door.

Jason just has a skull jacket on with black jeans. Nothing more. Chrissy was as a zombie cheerleader, with abet old cheer costume with some blood on it. She had some green eye shadow and some other makeup to make her look like a zombie.

“So who are you dressed up as?” Jason starts driving.

“Paul from kiss” you smile proud.

“one of your stupid bands?” He shakes his head.

“Shut it” you roll your eyes.

You absolutely loved Halloween. Last year you was as a vampire with Tina her Halloween party. This year you wanted to go as kiss but Chrissy and Jason didn’t wanna join you. So you decided to just go alone as the lead singer.

You play guitar urself and you sing. Not in a band, maybe if you got that change you would.

“You gonna ain’t gonna fix Steve with that outfit ya know?” Jason said with his eyes on the road.

“Who said I want him?” You roll ur eyes.

“Maybe you get the freaks behind you.” Chrissy laughs. Jason laughed at that also.

“You two are so funny.” You cross your arms. You kinda had your eyes on Eddie. You didn’t really stalk him or something but you just liked him, seeing him in the cafetaria or in the hallway made your day. You also know he’s a metalhead. Maybe you can talk to him some time. Maybe even this night. It was silent in the car, Everyone in their own mind.

“You like one of them or something?” Chrissy looks at you.

“no! Ew. They- they are weird.” You hoped that sounded like you ment it.

“exactly” Jason has a mean smirk on his face. Chrissy turns her head back.

—-

About 5 minutes later Jason parks his car and you get out. It was so busy. So much people. You were a little late, probably because of ur makeup look. You walked inside with the others.

“hey” Steve walks over to you.

“oh hi Steve” you smile at him.

“cool make-up” he smiles back.

“Thank youu!”

“and I’m glad ur hire, also Jason and Chrissy” he smiles at them.

“Yeah ofcourse man” Jason smiles. Chrissy just simply nods.

“make yourself at home, the drank is there. And please smoke outside”

“Got it!” You smile at Steve, you know him already pretty long because your brother was in class with him and they were pretty good friends. If you were home and they were also there watching a movie or something you could always join. Your brother had plans with his girlfriend tonight so you decided you could go in his place.

Steve was already talking to someone else, Chrissy and Jason had already leaved to the dancefloor you alone so you decided to just go to the drinks. You grab some punch, you don’t know what it is and you don’t even care. You just stoot there against the counter looking around with the drink in your hand.

You don’t have that much friends. Pretty much only Chrissy because she’s the only one that’s not that high class and bitchy in the cheer team. You also don’t have a boyfriend. You had just one ex, but you broke up two years ago, because he didn’t like your new hair color, and he thought you were changing to much. Probably because then you actually started listening to bands.

——-

A hour later you still stood on the same place looking at your feet. You thought maybe Chrissy would have noticed but no. You started to ask yourself if you actually wanted to stay hire.

“uh-..nice costume..” you hear some one next to you say.

“please just leave me alone.. I heard that reaction too many times this night..” You didn’t even look who said it, probably another guy that is bullying you because of your outfit.

“No I swear. We kinda… uh- match.?” He tries. That made you finally look up. It was Eddie, As Gene Simmons also from kiss.

“oh” you hide a smile.

“sorry-… I mean-.. you..you want me to leave?” He is pretty nervous, it made you giggle.

“No it’s okay”

“I saw you standing hire… for a while now felt kinda bad for u, I know you are a cheerleader but I mean.. still wanted to try….- I MEAN… not trying to fix you or something… just talk..” He stutters.

“Yeah I am a cheerleader but absolutely not one like them..” you mumble.

“I totally forgot to ask your name, I mean if you wanna tell ofcourse”

“sure, I’m Y/N” you smile.

“pretty name.. I’m-“ you cut him off.

“Eddie”

“Yeah that’s right.. probably everyone knows.” You catch him looking somewhere in the crowd of people while you were talking. And yep. There is his friend group. You look at them and they notice you, they acting like nothing happens. You raise your eyebrows and giggle a bit.

“those are your friends?” You ask looking back at him.

“Yeah.. sorry for them..”

“so it’s a joke isn’t it.?” You look down again, you realize they might sended Eddie to you as a joke.

“no-..no ofcourse not..” He takes your hand and it works cause you look up at him. “I mean they said I should talk to you because they think you look cool. They probably have all a boner in their pants right now.” He starts to feel more comfortable around you now.

“a boner?” You laugh.

“Yeah” he laughs too.

“Y/N” Chrissy walks over to you with Jason.

“Yeah? What?” You snap.

“Give me two glasses of punch” Jason says while looking at Eddie in a mean way. You sigh and walk outside with still Eddies hand in yours. They yell at you but you decided not to listen. First they totally ignore you and now you’re suddenly special? No absolutely not.

“what are you doing?” Eddie looks surprised and walks behind you.

“Getting away from them. They ignore me standing there all alone. And now I’m talking to you they suddenly can say something, nuh uh” You lean against the wall in the backyard.

“aren’t they your friends?”

“Chrissy is Jason not.” You awnser.

“EDDIE WHERE ARE YOU?” You hear Gareth yell.

“HES HIRE!” You yell back as a joke. It made Eddie chuckle while his friends walk over to you guys.

“Uh.. hey” Jeff said.

“Ignore the fact I’m a cheerleader. Believe me if you get to know me I’m pretty cool” you say already because they are kinda all nervous around you.

“you look cool” they Smile, they are also a part of the band. Gareth is Peter and Jeff is Ace. Eddie brought just only two of his friends.

“Thank you” you smile “do you guys smoke?” You offer them a cigarette.

“oeh thanks” Gareth says taking one.

“Thank you” Jeff takes one too.

“no thank you, I have better shit” Eddie shows a joint.

“is that a joint?” You ask while putting your cigarette in your mouth and light it.

“yep” he nods “never tried it?”

“nope” you shake your head no.

“you should” Gareth smiles

“Im not really nice when I’m on drugs” you exhale. You feel Eddies eyes at you the whole time.

“Eddie also not, he’s always on drugs tho” Gareth jokes You smile and look at Eddie. You all continue talking but then you felt really cold.

“Im going inside its fucking cold.” You put your cigarette on the ground, you barely smoked but that’s okay.

“see you around” Eddie says while giving you his jacket.

“For me?” You take it carefully.

“yeah you can wear it, don’t want you to catch a cold” Eddie smiles, you smile back and put it on. It was oversized but it was warm and it smells like him.

“Bye” Gareth says. You wave and walk back inside, you hear them tease Eddie about you. You giggle and walk to the drinks.

“oh there are you” Chrissy walks over to you.

“oh.. hey”

“what was that with Eddie?” Chrissy sounds exited.

“We just talked a bit.. not much”

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“YALL COME PLAY SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN” Steve shouts. You talked some more with Chrissy and also got more even more drunk.

“you gonna play?” You ask Chrissy.

“yeah but don’t wanna kiss or anything”

“how does this game work?” You ask Chrissy while sitting in a circle with around 40 people. Not even all the people om the party.

“you spent 7 minutes in a closet with the person the bottle points to, you can do whatever you want in there.” She explains.

“I see” you nod. After 5 minutes everyone sits and you look around, seeing Eddie and his friends, Carol, Tina and some more popular girls, you also see Billy and other hot guys.

“Who’s having sex in there. Clean up your own shit.” Steve says and he sits down too.

“dear Y/N you start” Steve says.

“me? Why me?” You look up at him a little shamed. “because you brother does it always and you’re in his place”

“fine.” It was silent and you get up walking to the bottle. You hear already some boys whistling at you. You sigh and spin it. You don’t know how. You really don’t know but it lands on the only one Eddie Munson. You hear some people laugh or talking about you or saying ew.

“You guys stand there we still need to have two other couples because he have three closets” Steve points somewhere and you walk over there with Eddie following you. They all look at the other people spinning and you’re just really nervous playing with your skirt.

“We don’t have to do anything you know that?” He lays his hand on your back to comfort you.

“yeah” you nod quickly. The other couples where Tina with some popular guy and a nerdy boy and some other girl you don’t know.

“alright Y/N and Munson you take to closet upstairs next to the toilet” Steve says, you nod again and walk upstairs to the please Steve told you. You knew where it was. You open the closet and walk in as Eddie joined you close the door.

“Jesus it’s dark in hire” you giggle nervously.

“that’s the whole point darling, is this your first time?” He asks.

“yeah, you?”

“no. Fucked girls multiple times in closets” he chuckles. You giggle too and you sit on the ground taking his hand so he would do the same.

“We can ask eacother questions?” He asks

“Okay but not boring ones, alright?”

“Then let me ask the first, how many times did you have sex?” You felt that question coming.

“oh..uh.. don’t know..” you are a virgin.

“a-are you a..-?” He asks confused.

“Virgin? Yeah.” You kept it short.

“Wouldn’t have think that. You’re really pretty.” He holds your hands.

“well, thank you.” You blush. Eddie comes closer and stops before kissing you, you felt his hot breath on your face.

“can i kis-“ you awnser him with pressing your lips against his. He leans in further and slides his hand up to the back of your neck, you smile while kissing. One thing you remembered your ex liked is you sitting on his lap while making out. That’s what you did. Eddie puts his hand on your hips to help you, in meanwhile his tongue goes over your bottom lip and then in your mouth melting with yours. He was a good kisser. You pressed your hips further into his lap and you groan into his mouth while feeling his boner. He pulls fast away from the kiss.

“Sorry.. it isn’t because of you, don’t worry..” he tries.

“I’m a virgin but not dumb” you shake your head with a smile.

“well..” he smiles too. You push open the closet doors a bit to see if Eddies makeup is still good. You giggle and take your black lipstick out of your bag.

“so bad?” He asks.

“well..” you put it on his lips and fix some other things “not anymore”

“thank you darling” he wraps his arms around you. “Do you have red lipstick?”

You nod and give it to him. He takes it to fix your makeup also. You love him. Like really love him.

“Can I ask you something?” He asks giving you the lipstick back.

“sure” you look down at his beautiful brown eyes.

“uh-i just-“ he starts before you hear a knock on the door.

“SEVEN MINUTES ARE OVER Y/N” you hear Jason. You quickly climb off his lap and walk out of the closet. Jason was already downstairs again, you hold your hand out to Eddie and he takes it to get up.

“never mind.. I will tell you later” Eddie smiles while walking downstairs.

“but I wanna hear it nowww” you run behind him.

“noooo.. I will tell you later” he turns to you as he’s already back on the ground. He holds your waits and picks you up to help you get off the stairs.

“well thank you” you smile if he let go of you again. He nods and fixes your skirt a bit.

——

After two hours you guys were done with the game, you just had only one time in the closet with Eddie. Eddie needed to go with another girl also. Most of the people were already home. It’s 2 AM in meanwhile, you’re drunk as hell and suddenly Chrissy and Jason had leaved without you for some reason. You was dancing with Eddie not worried about anything anymore.

“you got the moves sweetheart” he chuckles, just a little bit drunk so he could drive you home.

“You got the mooovess!”you smile drunk.

“should we go to mine? So we can drink something there?” Eddie asks looking down at you. “suree” you nod. He takes you to his van and opens the door for you, you get in and put your seatbelt on.

“Let’s go” he puts a hand on your knee while driving to his home. You feel all comfortable around him, and you allow him to do that.

“did you like it tonight?” He asks starting the conversation.

“yes mostly in the closet” you nod “and youu?”

“same, but in the closet with you then”

“did you had sex with the other girl.?” You ask carefully.

“have you seen her? I mean okay I am a freak but she was so ugly” he chuckles.

“well then what did you do?”

“we talked, don’t matter it isn’t worth talking about” He holds your hand.

“What you wanted to ask mee?”

“I’ll tell you another time when you’re not drunk” he kisses your cheek.

“I love you” you look at him.

“Yeah, I know” he just says. A couple minutes later he parks at his trailer.

“this is where I live, it’s not amazing but it’s anything” he gets out and walks to your side opening the door for you.

“thanks you” you get out and follow him to the trailer after he closed the car door. He opens it with his keys and let you in first.

“ladies first” he grins.

“thank you gentlemen” you kiss his cheek before walking in.

“you wanna drink something?” He asks.

“vodka” you try.

“water? Alright it’s coming” he teases.

“okay..water is fine” you nod and sit on the couch, you look a little around. Eddie told you he lived with his uncle in a trailer, because his mom died and his dad is a criminal. It looks comfy in hire, it’s warm also a little messy but you already thought that it would.

“there you go” he gives you a glass with water then sits next to you. “thanks”you take a sip and put it down on a little table infrond of you.

“sooo..did you ever had a boyfriend?” He ask carefully.

“yeah, a long time ago”

“didn’t he wanna have sex with you then?” “didn’t wanna loose it because of him. Didn’t trust him.. besides I want you to fuck me for the first time”

“you’re drunk” he puts some hair behind your ear.

“so?”

“not gonna happen, you need to… how do I say that.. be the real you.? Does that make sense?” He wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“but now I’m not nervous or anything”

“I know. That’s why we not gonna do it. You need to think about it.” He smiles softly.

“Then tomorrow in the morning”

“you wanna stay the night?” He asks surprised.

“yes” you nod, and he gets up.

“let me change the sheets”

“No it’s okay. I don’t mind if you fucked girls on there or maybe even peed your pants” you giggle.

“You sure?”

“hundred procent!” You get up.

“okay then let’s go” he takes your hand and walks to his room. You follow behind him and look around in his room. It’s cozy and it smells like him.

“let’s see” he looks in the closet and gives you one of his shirts “you can wear this”

you take it and walk to the bathroom, he follows behind you.

“can I do it?” He asks.

“do what?”

“take your makeup off” he gets a towel.

“ofcourse you can” you smile. He makes the towel a bit wet with warm water and lays it down. He picks you up and sets you on the counter.

“don’t be scared when my makeup is off”

“don’t care how bad the face looks, pussy is always good” he says while getting the towel. It make you laugh.

“Is that so?”

“Mostly, but not with you. You’re special” he softly starts wiping it off your face.

“Awhh” you kiss his cheek. He smiles and continues wiping it over your face.

——-

“I’m so tired” you lay down on his bed with his shirt on and his boxers over your panties.

“Same” he had sweatpants on and he takes his shirt off. You gasp.

“you have tattoos?!” You look at him.

“I thought you knew” he lays down besides you.

“no I didn’t but I have one too”

“What is it?” “also a bat…under and a lil between my boobs”

“just know it’s hot” he smirks.

“you’re a flirt.” You lay your head on the pillow.

“and you’re gorgeous” Eddie gets comfortable and lays his hand on your hip. You smile and close your eyes.

“sleep well sweetheart” he kisses your head and you fall asleep.

——

You wake up literally laying on Eddie. You don’t know how you even came hire in his trailer but you’re not complaining. You had a dream about Eddie a really interesting dream, that’s the reason you’re really turned on.

You open your eyes to see Eddie still sleeping. Your head hurts because of all the alcohol yesterday, the only thing you remember from yesterday is talking with Eddie in the kitchen, meeting his friends and the closet thing.

You look down because you felt anything pressing in your tight and you realize Eddie must have a good dream also. You roll carefully off him, hopefully you won’t wake him up.

“stay” he mumbles and holds you tight.

“okay, but do you have uh-..a medicine? For my head” you look down at him.

“My nightstand” he mumbles still half asleep.

“Can I look in it?” You sit up on his lap carefully, now you feel his hard cock on your tight.

“M-mhm..” He rest his hand on your waist and falls back asleep. You open the nightstand or look in it, you see; condoms (opened), handcuffs, weed, cigarettes, other pills, lighters, lupe, and then finally you find what you where looking for. You see a glass with water standing on his nightstand.

“who’s is that.?” You look at him again.

“got it for you yesterday night already” he rubs your hips.

“thanks” you grab the glass with water and take the medicine. After you did you set the glass back and lay down again.

“did you know you’re hard?” You tease him.

“Did you know you’re wet?” He teases back and opens one eye.

“well maybe we can help eacother..? If you want to? I mean you don’t have to”

“I would love to, but I want you to realize that you can only lose your virginity once in your life sweetheart”

“I know, and I want you to do it” you smile soft at him being a hundred procent sure of your choice.

“okay then.. can you lay down?” He sits up and you roll off him.

“okay can I take the shirt off?” He sits on his knees between your legs. You nod and sit up, he smiles and carefully takes your shirt off.

“do you always not wear a bra at night?”He asks while looking at your boobs and the tattoo under them.

“I think most of the girls doesn’t.?” You shug your shoulders.

“youre perfect you know that?” That’s comment made you blush.

“you can touch me, I don’t mind” you takes his hands and put them on your hips. He nods and rubs your waist. You decided to lay down again, Eddies eyes go over your body, when they finally met your own eyes, he kisses you. You kiss him back, you’ve kissed him before, well.. yesterday but this felt different. A lot better.

He leans in further and ends up ontop of you, he holds himself up with his arms besides your head. You wrap your arms around his neck and start kissing with tongue. Eddie does the same in just the perfect rhythm. You wrap one of your legs around his waist and pull his weight down on you. That made him pull away.

“what are you doing?” He asks confused.

“wanted to feel you..” you talk against his lips. He smiles and gives you a pec.

“can I kiss your neck?” He asks.

“only if I can kiss yours after” you plays with his hair.

“sure” he smiles and starts kissing your jaw and kisses down to your neck slowly, what had you breath out a soft moan. You feel his smirk against your neck and he gives some kind of.. bites? Love bites you assume. Anyways it felt really good.

“you can leave those things” you whisper.

“hickeys?” He talks against your neck.

“yeah that’s what I meant” you nods. He continues and starts also sucking on a spot that felt heavenly. You moan a little louder. He pulls away and continues kissing your neck for about 5 minutes. The. You gently push him away and he looks confused.

“My turn” you smile as you start kissing his neck. He closes his eyes and looks up for you so you have more space.

“hickeys.?” You ask carefully.

“Ofcourse” he kisses your nose. You nods and continue kissing his neck, sucking his skin and using ur teeth just a little bit. At the end you leave three hickeys. Eddie started kissing your tits and taht felt so incredibly good, it had you whimpering.

“It’s so funny you make that much noises, probably cause you’re a virgin but I love it” he continues and you smile at his comment. He kisses all the way down over you belly to your shorts (his boxers).

“can I take them both off? I promise I will make you feel good” he rubs your waist again.

“Okay..” you nod just a little. Eddie takes them both down and he looks at ur pussy with he takes it off you ankles. He throws it away and takes his own sweatpants off also. When he’s done with that he lays between your legs.

“Did you know you’re perfect?” He looks up to look you in your eyes.

“you are too” you whisper.

“does this pretty girl touch herself?” He asks.

“Sometimes” you nod.

“who do you think off then?” He smirks a little.

“Umhh.. about a freak with dark curly hair, and he has a dnd club and an own band.”

“sound like a nice dude, I’m almost jealous of him” he chuckles.

“I love that dude” you giggle too.

“you crushing on that dude?” “yes holy shit, for months” You look at him with a smile.

“you want to be my girlfriend then?” He asks carefully.

“hell yes” you nod with a bigger simile. He smiles and he gives you a pec before he rubs a finger over your clit what had you moaning his name.

“Feels good huh?” He smirks. You nod.

“F-feels good..” he smiles and pushes a finger in really slow and carefully. You whimper as he start pumping in and out of you.

“I don’t even think I need to do this, guess you’re all ready” he kisses your neck in meanwhile he’s still pumping in and out of you with his finger. After maybe about 2 minutes he adds a finger, you moan even louder what had Eddie smiling proud.

“need you..” you whine.

“That’s what I wanted to hear” he smile and takes his boxers off. It was big, you haven’t see another in real life but you just know it’s big.

“condom? I saw them in your nightstand ” you look up at him again.

“I just wanted to get one” he kisses your forehead and grabs one out of the nightstand, he opens the package with his teeth and gets it out.

“need help.?” You ask watching him.

“I did it before” he chuckles while put it on his dick. Then he gets on top of you again.

“can you promise me you say stop if I need to?” He goes with his fingers over your cheek and puts some hair behind your ear.

“Promise” you were nervous. Really nervous. But you tried your best not to show him.

“Alright” he pushes his tip on your clit just lightly what had you already moaning, then he slides it down to you entrancing, and he starts pushing his dick into you just slowly. Your eyes fluttered shut, it hurts but in a good way.

“k-keep your eyes on mine, kay?” He looks at you, you respond with a nod and look into his eyes. He smiles and kisses your all face. After struggling a bit his full length is in you.

“good, tell me when you want me to move” He lays his head into your neck and gives soft kisses there. He mumbles some nice words to you while you trying to adjust to his size. It felt strange, it hurted but you’re still enjoying it.

“y-you can move Eds” you play a bit with his hair.

“alright, I’ll be gentle” he kisses your forehead and starts trusting in and out really slow and just a little bit. You keep looking into his eyes like he told you to. Eddie groans a little.

“H-how does that feel?” He look at you with the softest smile.

“Painful” you laugh a little. “But in a good way”

“just because you’re still laughing I think you’re okay” he chuckles. He starts speeding up a little bit, you gasp and lay your hands on his back. He starts helping you a little with kissing your tits and sucking your nipples, what felt really good and it almost had you over the edge. Eddie was also almost there from just seeing your perfect body.

“Y-you gonna cum baby?” He groans “you’re tight”

“yeah…a-almost..” you say out of breath. Eddie kisses your neck and with one hand he plays with your nipple and the other start rubbing your clit. What had you quick over the edge. You started to see stars and for a moment you were gone.

——

“Good girl” you feel lips pressed on your forehead. When you open your eyes again coming down from your high you see Eddie already in his boxers standing infrond of you.

“I’m a little embarrassed to tell this….” He says while giving you one of his boxers to put on.

“Hm?” You take them and put it on.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend, so you gotta teach me how to cuddle” he shrugs his shoulders.

“I had just one but we never really cuddled ..but come hire!” You pull him down next to you and he lays down. You lay against him and have your head on his chest.

“Just kind of hug me” you tell him. He nods and cuddles you. It felt really safe and right.

“like this?” He asks.

“Perfect” you cuddle back but suddenly there was a knock on the door of Eddies room. Eddie pits the blanket quickly over you to cover you boobs and more.

“yeah?” Eddie asks. Wayne opens the door and looks at Eddie and then noticed you.

“Am I interrupting anything?” He asks.

“just let us shower and we will come to the living room” Eddie says Wayne. You look at them both assuming that this was his uncle.

“okay” Wayne nods and closes the door behind him.

“uh-.. I got pumpkins yesterday to decorate them… would you like to do that with me.?” He asks taking your hands.

“I would love to” you smile at him. First you guys showered, then you met Eddies uncle and he cooked breakfast for you and then you did the pumpkins. You love Eddie and you always will. And this all started on a Halloween party.

HAPPPY HALLOWEEN YALL🎃🧡

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Wish Granted - Mammon x AFAB Bodied Reader (NSFW)

Woohoo! I finally finished this! Happy birthday clown boy I am so in love with you 😭

NSFW!! Minors please do not interact!!

This has plot points, dialogue, and spoilers for chapters about 33-38 I believe!!

Tags/Triggers: Language, Smut, AFAB Body Parts, Fingering, Penetration (If you’d like anything else tagged, please let me know!!!)

This is also my first smut please don’t go hard on me lmao anyway let’s go 🌸 - Happy Birthday Mammon!

“W-What we were wishing for… at that moment?”.

Your body goes numb. Acutely aware of the heat rising to your face, your gaze quickly darts to the floor, then back at the seven faces crowded around you. Tightening the grip you had on the bottom of your shirt, you slowly trail your line of vision across the expressions of your pactmates, willing them not to notice the sweat that has begun to gather lightly on your brow until your eyes meet the one who’s attention you cared about most.

Like clockwork, cerulean orbs with golden flecked irises lock onto yours. Feeling yourself shake a bit at the tension, you bring your hand up to your face to feign a cough. “Your video game cursed us into this time loop, and now you have to grant all of our wishes to break it? So uh, how…how exactly are you going to make that happen, Levi?”, you question, voice a little too high.

“Well, of course with all of your guy’s help!”, exclaims the third eldest, who didn’t seems apologetic enough considering the circumstances. A moment of silence befalls the room before the sound of a laugh comes from the mouth of the demon of greed. “Ya, sure, okay. You have fun with that Levi!”, he chuckles before tucking his arms behind his head, turning to leave the room.

“You guys aren’t gonna help?! You do realize this time loop affects us all, right?”, Levi bewilders. “I do have to agree with Mammon on this one”, Satan piques, crossing his arms and exiting the room, “This is your mess, so it’s up to you to fix it.” In what you can only assume is disbelief, Levi turns to Lucifer, who only nods before agreeing. “Right. Levi, it’s your responsibility. See to it that this day does not repeat again.”

At the sight of deer worry on his face, you place a hand on your friend’s shoulder. “Don’t worry Levi, I’ll help you out!”, you cheer, trying to hide the waver in your voice. Jacket covered arms make their way around you. “MC, you’re an angel!”, he cries, causing you to swallow hard, tongue suddenly feeling too big for your mouth.

Right, an angel… your brain feels fuzzy as your heart quickens at the thought of the inevitable fulfillment of your wish, the thoughts that plagued your mind when you found yourself alone. You curse yourself, knowing your idea, what you wanted at that moment, what you’ve wanted for awhile now, was way less than holy.

You begin with Lucifer, assuming it to be easiest to go to the oldest first, who’s wish should be the most rationale. You didn’t expect it to include the one person in this house you were too nervous to take in right now.

“If only Mammon could become a proper demon, life would be so much easier for me.”

You lightly curse under your breath, dragging your feet behind Levi as you make your way to Mammon’s bedroom. This was the last place you wanted to be right now. The silent embarrassment you feel simmers to the surface as soon as you take in the second born’s face. You can faintly hear Levi and Mammon arguing about something, and if you really focused you bet you could make out what they were saying through the ringing in your ears. You trail your gaze throughout his room.

It’s messy. Of course he’d live like a bachelor. Empty chip bags and dirty clothes litter the floor. You turn your attention to his car, a stark contrast on its platform, shining beautifully as if it was just waxed minutes ago. You shift your view downwards, and can feel your heart lurch when your eyes land on his bed. Flashes of your visions play through your head. You dart your tongue between your lips to allow some form of moisture to reach them, noticing how they were all too chapped, mouth feeling all too dry.

You follow their lead, walking back towards Lucifer to bring him the subject of his wish. Words are exchanged between the three of them, something about honesty and something about properness. It’s too hard to focus, the anxiety creeping up your neck making it near impossible. You see Levi run out of the room only to return with something in his hands. A piece of jewelry? A necklace or… a bangle.

Levi slaps the bracket around his brother’s wrist. Wanting to alleviate your own confusion, you try your hardest to tune back in. “So this bangle forces people to tell the truth!”, cheers Levi.

Oh dear Diavolo.

You don’t pay attention to what happens next in their exchange. You just know you need to keep that bangle far away from yourself.

The three of you make your way back to Mammon’s room. Naturally, you assume his wish is the next to grant. It was probably something to do with grimm, you think. You can’t form a deep thought, too busy being acutely aware of where the bracelet was at now, residing in Levi’s pocket. The idea that he could slip it on your wrist at any moment, forcing the intimate details of your wish out at any time; it was almost too much to bear.

You are suddenly brought back to the present moment at Mammon’s sudden pause. He’s refusing to tell Levi his wish. Why would he…

You begin to question his actions, but cannot complete the thought before Levi slips the bracelet back onto his brother. “Just so you’re aware, that bangle is made so that only the person who puts it on you can take it off.” You feel your body tense at the sentiment that falls out of Levi’s mouth. Your panic attack subsides as you hear Mammon call your name.

“I was thinkin’ about MC! I mean, I saw how MC was cozying up to Satan and Belphie and everyone at the party… bein’ all flirty and stuff. Like, if ya keep showin’ that sweet and happy side of yours in front of everyone like that, they’re all gonna fall for you! That’s why I wish you’d only do that sorta stuff when you’re alone with m…mmhhaohm..”

His words are cut off when he brings his hand to clamp over his mouth.

Your heart jumps to your throat and swells at your crushes’ confession. It’s almost too good to be true. Sure, Mammon’s made passing comments about his affection for you, but only in private, and never like this. You find yourself too stunned to speak.

“D’AAAAH LEVI! Take this damn bangle offa me before I go blurtin’ out even more stuff I shouldn’t!”, Mammon rages at his brother. Your mind continues to buffer as Levi refuses and darts out of the room. When you finally begin to regain some form of consciousness, it’s stolen from you again as a tanned hand wraps around your wrist firmly. “Hey, MC! C’mon you gotta help me! I’m gonna catch Levi and FORCE him to take this thing offa me!”.

You stumble over your own feet trying to match pace with Mammon as he leads you out to the main hallway, continuing his tirade about catching Levi all while pulling at the object fastened around his wrist. It’s kind of funny, you think to yourself. One of the most feared leaders of the Devildom bested by a bracelet. But, you figure this is best left unsaid, for his sake of course.

He seems to read your thoughts with his next sentence. “It’s no use. I can’t get this damn bangle off no matter how hard I try. What am I suppose to do? I can’t take havin’ this thing on me!”

It’s his next blurb that takes you by surprise.

“Like, what if I accidentally let it slip that I love you, huh!?”

You feel your body engulfing itself in what feels to be red-hot flames, bringing a hand to your mouth to cover up the fact it had dropped open in shock. Was this your wish coming true in some round about way? Was this Levi’s doing? It felt too good to be true.

Mammon seems to mirror your shock, quickly averting his eyes towards the floor. The words find their way out of your mouth before you can stop yourself, “How much do you like me exactly?”. You feel a tinge of regret, knowing it wasn’t fair to ask him such a thing while he was under the influence of this magical item, but the giddiness in your stomach wins over your rationality.

“I love you so much it’s crazy! Like, so much that my stomach fills with butterflies and my heart jumps out of my chest!”, he all but word-vomits out, not being able to help it. “I think about you all the time, even when you’re not around! Like, I feel like I’m losin’ my mind!”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, bringing a hand up to run through his hair. “D’AAAAH this is bad! I keep blurtin’ out every thought that pops into my head!”.

“Every thought huh….”, you trail off. Now that was an idea. If everyone’s wishes needed to be granted tonight, that includes you. Under normal circumstances, there’s no way you’d EVER be able to admit your thoughts out loud, short circuiting every time the images that ran through your mind popped into view. You doubt you could stand to look the avatar of greed in the eyes and admit your…fantasies… aloud to him and still have a single ounce of pride left in you after, even if he did just state his love for you. This was a step further. Scratch that, leaps and bounds forward. But, if you put on that bracelet, you’d have no choice but to fess up, your wants brought to surface in order to break this time loop.

“I cant let any of my brothers hear me talkin’ like this”, his eyes dart around, looking for something. “Come on, MC! We’ll worry about findin’ Levi later.”

Once again his hand finds its way to your wrist, but your quick to slide your own upwards, taking his hand into your own. If you didn’t know better, you’d swear you saw his blush get even darker. You allow him to pull you into the first door he sees, leading you both into one of the house’s many bathrooms.

“…All right, great. No one’s gonna be able to hear me from in here.” His usually demeanor seems to faulted as he shifts his focus on to you. His voice is barely above a whisper. “Now listen’. I’m willin’ to tell ya what it is I wished for…But only you, okay? Because you’re special to me.”

You promise not to laugh as you you watch him fiddle with the zipper of his jacket. You have to stop yourself from reaching a hand out to touch his face, his bashfulness letting on to the severity of his words. You know first hand how hard it is for him to share his feelings.

“So, here’s the thing. What I want is, you know, to h….me”, he mumbles under his breath. “Speak clearly, Mammon”, you encourage him to elaborate. “Ugh…I don’t wanna”, he huffs back in response. Tentatively, you decide to reach a shaky hand out to lift his chin, eyes meeting your gaze.

“All right, fine. What I said is…

I want to hear you say you like me, okay?”

You can’t help the smile that takes over your face. You couldn’t count how many days you’ve waited to hear Mammon say those words to you, how you’ve dreamt of him reciprocating your feelings you haven’t dared to admit. “Ugh… This is so embarrassing. Like, what kind of messed up torture is this anyway…”.

He goes in depth, explaining the train of thought that brought him to his wish. The excitement you feel makes you forget about the agony of admitting your own. Your words burst out of your mouth like fireworks, “I love you too, Mammon!”. Tears brim at your lash line as you throw you arms around him, almost making him lose his balance.

“Yeah, I love you too, like so much that it’s crazy. I don’t care if you’re a human and I’m a demon. None of that matters. As long as I’ve got you, I don’t need anything else.”

His words wash over you like a waterfall. You’re not sure who to thank at this point, but you wish the higher powers that brought you to him profusely in your head.

“Hmm, THATS weird”, a voice rips you out of your trace. Huh, you didn’t expect those higher powers to respond to you. “Yeah, it IS weird. I mean, I’m the Avatar of Greed, ya know? And yet here I am, head over heels on love with MC.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” You freeze in place. You know that voice, and right now you could kill it’s owner for listening in on this intimate moment. Levi’s messy blue hair pops up from inside the bathtub. “I meant it’s weird that the charm doesn’t seem to have faded.”

The third born seems indifferent to his brother’s shock as he simply turns to you asking who’s wish you should try granting next. You can’t help but flicker your eyes to the bracelet on Mammon’s wrist. Well, if your wish HAD to be granted, you suppose now would be the best time to admit it.

“Levi, take the bangle off of Mammon”, you command. “What! Why?”, exclaims the otaku, “He’s finally being proper! You know, not a total scumbag!”

You ignore Mammon’s indignant shouts at his brother for the insult and Levi’s protesting, simply stating “I’ll need it to grant my wish.” With that sentiment, both boys shut up, Mammon offering up his wrist for Levi to slip the bracelet off and hand it to you. “I’ll also need this”, you finish, grabbing Mammon’s hand with a devilish smile and leading him back out into the hallway.

“H-Hey! Where are you going! Wait for me!”, calls Levi as he begins to exit the bathroom. Unfortunately for him, he finds himself unable to follow you, pact mark lighting up at your orders. “Go ahead and see if you can grant any of the other wishes without me. We’ll take care of my own.” You throw Mammon a chaste smile, taking in the way that his breathing hitches as you lead the demon back towards his own bedroom.

Now, it was your turn for your breath to hitch, nerves getting the better of you. You’d think just admitting your love for each other would make this part easier, but if anything it made it that much harder.

It’s Mammon who breaks the heavy silence between the two of you, blush still apparent on his face as you both lean against his pool table. “So uh, what’d ya need the bangle for? Cause if it’s to get me to admit more mushy stuff, I ain’t talkin’!”, he jokes, laughing lightly to try to dissipate the mood that had fallen between the two of you.

“A-Actually, I’m gonna need you to put this on me”, you you mutter, looking anywhere but at the demon before you’s face. A questioning look replaced his slight grin. He cocks his head to the side as if to ask why.

“Cause if I put it on, I can take it off right? And then I have a chance to chicken out, you know, not tell you my wish…what I was thinking about when Levi activated the curse.”

“Ah, cmon MC! Whatever yer wish was it can’t be anymore embarrassin’ than mine. And look, it turned out juuuuust fine!”, he flashes that blinding grin at you. The pit (and fire) in your stomach only grows. You give him your shaking wrist and a nod, allowing him to slip the bangle over your wrist.

No going back now…

“All right MC, now the The Great Mammon what ya wished for!”

——————————————————————————

The worry inside you bubbles up and threatens to spill over onto the floor. He���s been frozen for a while now, the same expression on his face. The tension in the room is almost palpable, like if you reached out you could grab it. It’s been a full minute of silence from the second born, a rare occasion, since your wish fell from your lips into the air.

Finally, he clears his throat to speak, the brightest red you’ve ever seen beginning to adorn this cheeks, “Y-you want me to t-take you? Ya mean like on a date right? Ha ha, yeah sure MC! W-we can uh, w-we can go anywhere you’d like, just name the place and we’ll-”

“Mammon, that’s not what I meant”, you cut him off, staring at the floor which had suddenly become very interesting ever since your wish had left your mouth.

“D-don’t ya think I know that! J-just gimme a minute!”, he clambers, clearly not expecting the request you laid out in front of him.

Another moment of silence passes as you watch the second born scrunch his eyes shut, breathing deeply. He brings up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, contemplating. “W-we don’t have to! If you don’t want to! Really, it was stupid of me to even suggest it! I-I’m so sorry this is probably so awkward. Let’s go help Levi grant the others wishes first! T-that way we don’t have to do mine until last! A-and the spell will probably break before-”

This time he cuts you off, seemingly coming to a decision in his mind. “MC, quiet down would ya?”, he huffs, setting his glasses down on the pool table. You watch him carefully as he shimmies off his jacket, throwing it haphazardly onto the felt. You take a step back. Was it shock you were feeling? Surprise? Embarrassment?

He opens his eyes and stares daggers into your soul. Something in the mood has shifted, his usual goofy demeanor gone. As he moves toward you, you can’t help the shiver that runs up your spine - something he takes notice of with a low chuckle. “So, I was busy worryin’ that you wouldn’t tell me ya liked me, and the whole time you were thinkin’ about this?

He reaches you now, towering over you with his stature. He lifts a hand to your chin, roughly cupping your face to run his thumb over your cheek. “Seems like The Great Mammon’s been on your mind, huh?”, he whispers, almost jeering at you, teasing you. His thumb moves to run across your bottom lip, soft and smooth. You can stop the quiet whimper that leaves your throat, eyes blinking rapidly up at the demon before you.

“That’s a good human.”

You melt into his touch, unable to meet his gaze now. You swallow thickly, trying not to show him how much the little nickname effected you, but it was no use. “Ya like that, don’tcha MC? Bein’ a good little human? Bein’ my good little human.”

You can’t help it now. His name leaves your throat like a plea, “M-Mammon~”.

He reaches up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, bringing his face ever closer to yours. “That’s it, say my name.”

He stops his advances right before his lips meet yours, a ghost of uncertainty on his face. You flutter your lashes at him, silently willing him to continue. “Are you sure you want this?”, he asks quietly, almost timid now. Your heart softens at the sight. This. This is one of things that made you fall for him. The side of him he never showed his brothers; The side of him that was reserved only for you.

You bring your own hand up to settle on his own, gently caressing the back. “Mams, of course I want this. And I want this with no one else. There is no one else, it’s just you.” The expression that fills his orbs can only be described as adoration. “My wish,,” you continue “I was thinking about, you know, this because I’m always thinking about you. I’ve been head over heels for you since I got here. I love you, Mammon.”

It’s all he needs to hear. The second born’s eyes light up before he leans in, closing the gap between you. What starts soft and slow quickly becomes a needy mess of teeth and spit, tangled limbs and wanton touches.

He seems to experiment, biting down softly on your bottom lip. Gasping at the subtle pain, he quickly takes the advantage to slip his tongue into his mouth, beginning a fight for dominance. Though it was one you’d let him win, you weren’t going down without a fight.

You finally pull back with a soft moan, much to his annoyance as he chases your lips once more. You place a hand onto his chest, “Mams, as nice as that was, I still need to breathe”, you giggle, as he pops a cocky expression. “Oi, so you’re sayin’ I took yer breath away, huh?”, he smirks.

“Oh God, shut up!”, you laugh, playfully slapping at his grip, your nerves setting back in when you realize the smile he sported has slowly left his face. “Oh right, s-sorry”, you stutter, “You know it’s just a human saying.” His eyes narrow as he pulls you ever closer, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “You should know better than to mention that name here..”, he trails off, breathing deeply before continuing, “Don’tcha worry, by the time I’m done with ya the only thing you’ll remember how to say is mine.”

He punctuates the thought with a harsh nip to your ear lobe, sharp canines almost breaking skin. “A-ah!”, you can’t help but squeak at the sensation, going to reach a hand up to muffle yourself before he firmly grasps it, pulling it down to your side. “None of that. I wanna hear all the noises ya could possibly make.”

His hands start to move from your shoulders now, softly running up and down the skin of your arms to make their way to your plush hips as his attack on all your senses continues. Feeling bold from his ministrations, you decide to test to waters, teasingly reaching a hand down to grasp his growing length trapped beneath his jeans.

“F-fuck”, he can’t help but groan, taking a sharp intake of breath at the feeling, biting his bottom lip between his teeth. “On the bed. Now”, he hisses out, a demand you gladly comply with.

As soon as your back hits the sheets, Mammon is on top of you, hovering with a dangerous look in his eye. In an instant his lips reach yours again in a messy haze of want. His hands slide down from their place by your head to reach your chest. He hesitates only a second before squeezing your breasts beneath his palms, fingers digging into the flesh.

“Do you know just how long I’ve dreamt of seein’ ya like this? Havin’ ya underneath me? Undressin’ ya with my own two hands?”, his tone sultry as he continues feeling you up.

“Well then what are you waiting for? Help me take these off?”, you blink up at him innocently, but your voice was laced with something so much more sinister. The second born goes red at your suggestion, hands moving faster than he can keep up with as he lifts your shirt up over your head and all but tears at your bra.

“A-ah careful! That was expensive!”, you complain, bracing yourself as you hear an inevitable rip in the material due to his rough handling. He’s almost out of breath when he replies a quick “I’ll buy ya another”, too excited to get to the main event.

As soon as the material leaves your form, he latches on, biting and sucking harshly. You can’t help the high pitched sounds that leave your throat as his tongue circles your nipple softly, only to be interrupted by the feeling of sharp fangs clamping down. Bringing a hand up to your other breast, he begins poking and pinching, rolling the nipple between his fingers mercilessly.

“I-it’s too much! Slow down puh-please”, you plead, feeling the familiar sensation begin to bubble in your stomach. Your words fall on deaf ears. Now that he’s heard those pretty noises that you can make, how could you expect him to hold back? Maybe if he were a better man, he thinks to himself, he could be softer, making this a tender moment. But he’s not; He’s one of the Devildom’s Seven Leaders for a reason dammit.

His mouth leaves your chest to once again crash upon your lips, as his hand dips down between your thighs, beginning to rub at the material of your jeans. You almost can’t hold back now either, breaking apart your kiss to speak. “Mams, I need you”, you whine, giving the boy above you your best pout. He laughs, jeering at your display, “Glad to know I’m not the only one here who’s impatient.”

In a flash, he unbuttons your jeans, pulling the denim down along with your panties. As soon as the cold air hits your most private area, you cross your legs, covering up. His face flashes concern. “O-oi, what’s wrong?”, he asks, leaning back to give you space just in case you changed your mind. You simply giggle up at the white haired demon, “It’s not fair that I’m the only one undressed, you know.”

It takes a second before your request hits him, but you know it does when an annoying smirk flashes across his face. “Oh? Didn’t get enough from all my cover shoots did ya? Don’t worry, MC, I’ll give ya juuust what ya want”.

Oh you know what he’s doing. That absolute dick.

Slowly, sloooowly, Mammon reaches his hand under his shirt, slightly lifting up the material to let you peak at his abs. He runs his fingers up and down the muscles before lifting the black shirt up and over his head, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck once freed, lolling it from side to side. His eyes flicker down at you to test your expression, finding you gulping at the sight.

“Ya like whatcha see dontcha, MC?”, he questions with an irritating cockiness, hands reaching his waist now to carefully, agonizingly, undo his leather belt at a snail’s pace. “Mams, p-please!”, you cry out at his little strip tease, “Need you now!”. His face softens with your pleading. “Gah! okay, okay- ya know how cute ya sound when you beg?”, he huffs speeding up his movements.

He strips himself completely, leaving you both bare within each other’s presences. He leans down now, eyes full of appreciation as he begins kissing down your body. Softly, a hand comes down to rub at your mound. He pokes at your clit, rubbing in circles once he hears you begin to cry out. One ring clad finger enters you, then another as he stretches you out, preparing you for what’s to come.

“So wet, so pretty, and’s all for me”, he breaths, “how in the hell did I get so lucky?”. You smile at his admission, leave it to him to be so cute at a time like this. His eyes flash up at you, a beautiful mix of lust and love. He seems almost shy when he asks, “Do ya think you’re ready now?”.

You nod at him with a soft smile, reaching a hand out to caress his cheek. He leans into the affection, expression matching yours. “Right. Just let me know if ya need me to stop.” Your small nod signals the okay as he lines up with your entrance.

He slides in gently, giving you enough time to adjust to his size. The stimulation is dizzying. He’s certainly the biggest you’ve had - as to be expected of a demon - but you’re so over taken by the sensation of him stretching you out, and your wish being granted at the same time. He gives an experimental thrust and he already has you on the brink.

He’s knows it too if your clenching is anything to go by. “Shit- so tight!”, he groans through his teeth, “Keep that up I’m not gonna be able to last.” As he begins to set the pace, your mind goes blank. It’s not long before he has you seeing stars. “M-Mammo.. gonna…”, you manage to choke out, letting him know your limits. “Y-yea, me too,” he huffs, “Go on an cum for me, ya? Cum for me treasure.”

At his command, you fall apart. He chases after you, thrusts becoming sloppy as he finishes inside. “F-fuck, I love ya, MC”, he croaks out before coming down from his high, collapsing on top of you.

It takes a bit for you both to catch your breath, still basking in the afterglow of the moment. He holds you in a vice grip, like he can’t believe what just happened actually happened; Like he’s afraid you’ll leave him at any moment. He lifts his head up to look at you, face flushed and adorably messy.

“So, do ya think the time loop broke? I-I mean we granted your wish?”, He questions. “I dunno, I guess we’d need to go find Levi to see. Wanna go check?”, you ask, studying his beautiful wrecked expression.

He burries his head back into its rightful place in your neck before muttering, “Nah, not yet. Let’s stay like this for awhile. If we don’t repeat today again, I wanna savor this moment while it lasts.”

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[acescorazon]

Changes

Chapter: 3/?

word count: 2514

Rating: M

Warnings: Crocodile , Explicit language, minor violence (slightly less than last chapter's lol.)

Chapter excerpt:

Crocodile glances around the room before looking back down at his papers, “It turns out with Buggy’s new status…” He pauses, grimacing slightly, “With the Clown’s new status, the marines won’t just come attacking us out of the blue, but these bounties will definitely be seen as a threat, possibly even a declaration of war, and we have to be prepared for when they do decide to come after us or the event of a buster call.”

A buster call?!

“W-Woah, woah, woah!” Buggy stammers, feeling the familiar sensation of dread rising in the pit of his stomach. “They…They wouldn’t do something crazy like blow up the entire island…right?” He asks, voice starting to crack a little as he speaks, “R-right?”

Mihawk speaks up, in a calm, flat tone, seemingly unworried about the possibility that the island could be wiped off the surface of the planet, “Of course they would,” he replies bluntly, “It’s only a matter of time before they try to annihilate us.”

[Previous part]

Buggy manages to avoid both Crocodile and Mihawk for about a week after the official public debut of Cross Guild, only catching brief glimpses of his ‘underlings’ out of the corner of his eye here and there around the island, before his luck comes to a rather abrupt end one morning. Crocodile calls for their first official meeting, after ordering Buggy beforehand to clear out a space for a makeshift meeting room, and even now Buggy has no idea why they even need a meeting room or to hold a meeting…

The quickest ‘meeting room’ Buggy can come up with is a storage closet filled partly with weapons that he cleared out a little and then put a table, a whiteboard, and three chairs in, and as soon as Crocodile steps foot inside the makeshift room, he sticks his nose high up in the air and sighs, “Whatever, let’s just get started,” He says, tossing an overstuffed manila folder onto the table in the middle of the room and having a seat first. Crocodile is impossible to please, and Buggy questions whether he’s an actual pirate or some kind of corrupted CEO with overly high standards.

“As briefly discussed before, our first step will be putting bounties on the Marines’ heads.” Crocodile opens up his folder, pulling out a couple of neatly stacked papers, “I’ve compiled a list of over one hundred marines, categorizing and ranking them all from highest to lowest bounties already to make things go a little faster,” He hands his papers over to Buggy, who looks at him, stunned and slightly horrified, “You make the bounty posters for them and have them distributed, but do come and see me before you distribute them, I don’t want a repeat of last weeks incident.”  

Yeah…Neither does Buggy.

Buggy looks down at the papers Crocodile just gave him, scanning over the list in utter disbelief… There are so many names here…where did he get all these from?! Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp… Vice Admiral Tsuru….  Vice Admiral Smoker….He reads, and the list continues to grow from there. Crocodile has everyone from Vice Admirals to Captains, to lieutenants and even lowly ranking officers on his hit list, he has people Buggy didn’t even know existed on the list, and for once he’s glad he’s on Crocodile’s side and not one of his enemies.  

“Of course, I don’t expect anyone to be able to take on any admirals, or even Akainu, but you never know what’ll happen,” Crocodile states, handing over what has to be the scariest list of names Buggy’s seen so far. “Moving on, We’ll also need ships, weapons, medical supplies, and most importantly, men and land.”

Woah, woah…Buggy’s still not even over this whole marine thing, are they really just going to skip over the fact that Crocodile was able to compile a list of hundreds of marines within a week? Where did he get this kind of information? “For the time being I want anyone we can get, making these bounties and offering protection to any brave individual who’s willing to take on the marines and or make a criminal out of themselves is the quickest way to get more people on our side because as it stands we only have about two hundred and thirty-five men, and there’s no way we could withstand a possible attack from the government.”

Crocodile glances around the room before looking back down at his papers, “It turns out with Buggy’s new status…” He pauses, grimacing slightly, “With the Clown’s new status, the marines won’t just come attacking us out of the blue, but these bounties will definitely be seen as a threat, possibly even a declaration of war, and we have to be prepared for when they do decide to come after us or the event of a buster call.”

A buster call?!

“W-Woah, woah, woah!” Buggy stammers, feeling the familiar sensation of dread rising in the pit of his stomach. “They…They wouldn’t do something crazy like blow up the entire island…right?” He asks, voice starting to crack a little as he speaks, “R-right?”

Mihawk speaks up, in a calm, flat tone, seemingly unworried about the possibility that the island could be wiped off the surface of the planet, “Of course they would,” he replies bluntly, “It’s only a matter of time before they try to annihilate us.”

Crocodile, who seems equally as unbothered by the idea of a buster call, simply nods, “Exactly, which is why we need more men and land. These bounties will give us men, power, and higher status, but obviously, it’ll come with consequences. There will be a lot of injuries, deaths, and overall destruction by doing this.”

“So why are we doing it?!” Buggy exclaims, “This seems…”

“We can’t live in the world government’s world, can we?” Crocodile asks, still acting a little too nonchalant for Buggy’s liking, “So we’re going to create our own utopia.”

What the fuck does that even mean…?  

Oh, god. They’re going to die. They’re going to be blown to pieces and if they aren’t, they’re going to be executed in front of millions just like…

God, Buggy can’t do this. He can’t handle the idea of his home being blown up, or having to go back to Impel down, or, or being publicly executed. He-

He can’t just leave Cross Guild, Mihawk and Crocodile will kill him. But…remaining in Cross Guild will also get him killed. He’s really going to die. Any path Buggy chooses in life seems like it’ll lead to certain death, and he’s exhausted, he feels like he’s the one with a hit on his head. Buggy thinks back to when he was just a small-time pirate and finds himself missing those days where no one knew who he was or about his past. Back then he could run around freely without worrying about his men or his home being destroyed, but now even if he tried to run away from all his problems, there’s nowhere for him to hide.

God, he’s actually going to die.

There are tears in Buggy’s eyes as Crocodile rises from his seat, pulling out a photo before pinning it to the whiteboard in the room, “We can discuss ancient weapons in the next meeting, but for now let’s move on to land. In the event of a buster call, we’ll immediately have to get off the island and relocate. Now, I’ve picked a few islands out, but this one right here is the most interesting and closest, boys.” He points to the picture on the board, “This is Prickly Pear island, a spacious desert kingdom with a tyrannical king who’s starving his people and hoarding most of the country's wealth and resources. It’s easy pickings, we don’t even have to turn the people against their king, we just show up and ‘save’ all the citizens, and take over.” He grins.   

God, Buggy doesn’t want Emptee Bluffs Island to be blown up and he doesn’t want to live in the desert with Crocodile where he’s practically invincible, he just wants this nightmare to end...He just wishes he were still a warlord, no.. no, he wishes he were just a lowly pirate in Orange Town.  

God, he hates his life so much.

…

Their meeting lasts a lot longer than Buggy would have hoped it would, and he could hardly keep up with all Crocodile’s plans because, you know, there’s that new silly possibility of the world government blowing them to kingdom come… ahaha, so silly. Anyways once the meeting is over, he quickly gets the hell away from Crocodile and Mihawk as fast as possible and looks for men who can make the bounties for the marines because Buggy sure as shit isn’t going to do it himself, though he doesn’t know if they should really be doing this in the first place...

Whatever. Whatever, it’s too late.

Buggy counted one hundred and seventy-five different marines on Crocodile’s list, and the worst part: Crocodile says he’s actively trying to find out more names, and they’re…They’re fucking doomed. At this point, Buggy just has to pick which way he wants to die, and to be honest… He’d rather die by the Marines' hands than Crocodile’s.  

He finds himself anxiously roaming around and just… taking in the view of his island and all the men at work. Even with Mihawk and Crocodile around, Emptee Bluffs Island is bustling and filled with life, and to think that all that could be taken away in a moment's notice just because of Crocodile’s stupid pla--

“Hey, Clown.” God, what now?  Buggy thinks to himself, hating the way that Crocodile can’t be bothered to use his actual name most of the time. “I forgot to tell you that I want a main ship built right away.”

Buggy sighs, turning around to face his tormentor, ”But my men are already busy trying to fix the ships the marines didn’t completely destroy.”

“And? Find someone to build me a flagship, and make it quick.”

So bossy and annoying… Buggy closes his eyes and sucks in a deep breath, trying to remain calm. If he lets his pride and his ego get the best of him right now, he’s going to lose his life. For once in his life, he should just shut up… But the urge to tell Crocodile to go to hell is so strong…Crocodile’s so demanding, and Buggy… just wants to…

“Yes.” He replies a moment later, not wanting to get on Crocodile’s bad side again, he’s had enough of that for a lifetime. “Sure. I’ll get right on that.” He tries to end the conversation there and walk away, but Crocodile stops him, “One last thing, clown, about your appearance…”

After Crocodile has threatened to sell him into slavery, beat him senseless, took over his island, and gave him the world’s most unreasonable requests and expected him to fulfill everything in such a short amount of time, why was the straw that broke the camel's back Crocodile criticizing his appearance? “I don’t want Cross Guild to be seen as a joke. Get rid of the onesie and the annoying red nose.”

Get rid of the annoying red nose…

He told him to…He told him to…. Buggy stares at Crocodile, speechless, he feels like saying something he might regret, but it’ll get him killed. He wants to live… this whole time he’s been fighting for his life…and to throw it away so carelessly… “Understand?” Crocodile asks with a displeased look now on his face, not that Buggy knows why he’s looking at him like that.

Get rid of the annoying red nose.

This altercation marks the first (and last) time Buggy tells Crocodile to, “Eat shit and die.” and things go as well as one would expect them to as soon as the insult leaves his mouth. He really should have kept his big mouth shut, but he didn’t, and instantly ends up regretting his actions, like always.

Crocodile chases Buggy all around the island, face red and filled with rage as he screams every cuss word imaginable at Buggy, and Buggy runs away like he owes Crocodile money, which, coincidentally, he does. “I’msosorry,” He babbles out, and the phrase ‘I’m sorry’ has to be his favorite phrase considering how often he uses it these days, “I didn’t mean to…” Oh, who is he kidding? He met everything he said, but he doesn’t think he should get murdered for his words alone.

Buggy runs past a few of his beloved crew members: Cabaji, Mohji and Richie, and finally, Alvida, but no one seems interested in helping him out. They all watch as he runs by, looking confused, then horrified, then once realization finally sets in, they simply look the other way. Cowards! All of em are cowards, and they have absolutely no loyalty!  

Crocodile does end up capturing Buggy though, he’s incredibly stubborn and that is yet another thing that Buggy has come to find out about his new business partner. He also really hates being insulted, go figure, and ends up punching the shit out of Buggy’s poor face, again, leaving welts all over him as he so graciously reminds Buggy that he can gut him like a fish at any moment if he wanted to and that he’s lucky to be alive.

Buggy begs for mercy the entire time, but that only seems to anger Crocodile more and he calls him…What was it…? Oh, that’s right, he calls him ‘A worthless coward who should have never been made an emperor’, and then proceeds to tell him how much he hates him.

He makes Buggy feel so good about himself…haha…

They never come to an agreement, Crocodile just grows tired of kicking Buggy’s ass and leaves, and Buggy winds up filled with more hatred than before for Crocodile, picking himself and his teeth up off the ground after his beating, skull still throbbing from Crocodile’s wrath. Okay, maybe he deserved that ass-kicking, but he still thinks Crocodile went a little too far… Nevertheless, Buggy continues on with his day, now instructing some of his crew who are shipwrights to build Crocodile his stupid ship for stupid Cross Guild, hoping that for once his crew will do something half-assed and that the ship will end up sinking or capsizing when Crocodile (and hopefully only Crocodile.) is onboard.

((A/N: Redeeming this fucker (Crocodile) is going to be a BITCH. Trust in me and the process, we'll get to where we need to go though. Thanks for reading, i love you pookies~! ALSO P.S ...Think the next few chapters might have depressed Buggy sooo.. BUT TRUST IN THE PROCESS BABIES.))

#cross guild #one piece #my writing #I CAN REDEEM HIM I SWEAR #i can fix crocodile TRUST ME TRUST ME #HES GOTTA BE NASTY FOR A MINUTE THO BARE WITH IT #mihawk too tbh #I CAN BREAK THEIR RELATIONSHIP INTO PIECES AND FIX IT #I SWEAR #its what the plot calls for pookies.

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[midnighthybrid1]

I love Welcome Home sm brooosssss

I have so many OCs in the works and so many more ideas-

I can’t wait to see where the story is going to go, props to the creator for the creative concept they’ve put out to the world (it’s only one person! That’s so heckin cool, dudes, I can’t even imagine)

I wanna draw more fanart of it, so I did some doodles of the fan-favorite Wally Darling and then some more of my personal favorite Howdy Pillar (He’s so underrated and it makes me sad but also appreciate all of the content that’s made for him 🤲)!

I’m iffy on the Wally doodles, but I really like the Howdy Doodles! He’s a lot easier to draw than I expected, which I’m very happy about. I also doodled him a child/baby design since I saw on Clown’s page that in an old baby designs page they did, he wasn’t included (I don’t think he existed yet so it makes sense lol)

Hope you like the art and have a wonderful day!

Likes and Reblogs are appreciated, though PLEASE DON’T REPOST MY WORK! Thank ya!

#welcome home puppet show #welcome home #wh wally #welcome home wally #wally darling #welcome home arg #welcome home howdy #wh howdy pillar #howdy pillar #my art #myart #I can’t tell you how much I love Howdy bro #he’s so friend shaped #I wanna draw him moreeeee #doodle page #doodle pages #practice doodles #practice doodle #Wally’s also super cool but he gets a whole lot of love in the fandom already #give my caterpillar lad some love peeps #he’s just a wholesome shopkeeper #I’m terrified of what’s gonna happen to him in the lore tho- #a bug enthusiast and an Anthro bug in a horror story together? #that can’t be good #still super excited for the lore even if I’m also terrified of where it’s gonna go #yeesh I’m rambling now lol

[romajuliettemai]

A few more SSS incorrect quotes

I haven't posted sss stuff in a while and this has been in my drafts for forever so here we go! (Some of these were edited or created by me & take place in a past timeline- also don't ask why some of the spacings are weird idk)

Silas: Do you cook?

Roma: I made a cake once.

Marshall: Yeah, it was good.

Roma: Really?

Marshall: Don’t make me lie twice, Roma.

Orion: Some people are like slinkies.

Rosalind: What?

Orion: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.

Rosalind:

Rosalind: Please don't push Alisa down the stairs.

Orion, pushing Alisa down the stairs: Too late.

Benedikt: You need to stop swearing so much. Oliver: Shut the fuck up. Benedikt: Yeah, that's not how you do it. Oliver: Alright sorry. It's just that it's hard not to swear. The words just creep up on me when I least expect it. Benedikt: Now now, don't be like that. Just replace the swear words with 'beep' and you'll be fine. Oliver: Shit the beep up. Benedikt: Oliver: SHUT, DAMMIT! I MEANT SHUT!

Orion: I've never encountered a problem that can't be solved by an spontaneous musical number.

Juliette: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

Alisa: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Orion’* Rosalind: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*

Rosalind: I owe you one.

Orion: It's ok, you can just date me and we'll call it even *winks with two eyes*

Alisa, after getting a library card: Now I know what true power feels like. *proceeds to climb on top of the bookshelves*

Roma: Guys, Orion is missing. Celia: Good.

Alisa: I tried to write ‘I'm a functional adult’ but my phone changed it to ‘fictional adult’ and i feel like that’s more accurate.

Orion: Oliver is at that very special age where a kid only has one thing on their mind. Phoebe: Girls? Oliver: Homicide.

Phoebe: Hey! Wanna hear a joke? Silas: Sure. Phoebe: Your life! Silas: Actually, my life isn’t a joke, jokes have meaning. Phoebe: Silas...no.

Orion: Now, if I may speak for good-looking people everywhere... Oliver, rolling his eyes: Only as their rodeo clown.

Benedikt: Celia, we tried things your way. Celia: No, we didn't. Benedikt: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

Roma, clearly exhausted: Did you have to stab them? Future Katherina: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what they said to me. Roma: What did they say? Future Katherina: "What are you going to do, stab me?" Juliette, calling from the other room while sharpening her knives on a bowl: That’s fair!

Roma, rubbing his forehead, annoyed: In what world?

Alisa: I desire moisture. Oliver: Please just say "I want water" like a normal person.

Silas: You know I think my life has value. Orion: Who are you and what have you done with Silas?!

Sorry for not having posted anything Secret Shangai in a while- just been super busy. Probably not going to be as active on here just because I literally do not have the ability to be- but I'll hop on every so often and check in! Thank you to everyone doing their best to keep the fandom alive, I'll continue to try to contribute to that! <333

#chloe gong #foul heart huntsman #foul lady fortune #secret shanghai #our violent ends #these violent delights #last violent call #secret shanghai finale #secret shanghai series

[bit-b]

AI *F*ART

------------------------------ Note: Please do not harass, intimidate, threaten or doxx the person being discussed here. Names and genders have been censored for this reason. No disagreement is worth hurting someone over. ------------------------------

I was typing out this as a reply to a specific person with some dubious takes. But I think it applies to everyone. So I’m gonna rework this and make it a tiny bit more general.

This all comes from someone who got upset by a post that was being critical about AI technology. They were clapping back at anyone clowning on tech-bros in the comments.

I admit that I was on the clowning side of things. And my points were more for comedic value, and not to make any solid arguments. But after getting replies from this person citing some flaws in my logic, I decided to play ball and listen to their side.

My main question I had for them was: “What are the benefits of using an AI to generate a base picture instead of having a human artist do all the work?”

Their response was:

1. It's thousands of times faster. 2. It's far higher quality than most artists are capable of producing. Even with the occasional fucked up hands that need to be edited.

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Let’s cover the first one.

This person uses indie game devs as the base for their argument.

People tend to have a limited amount of time on their hands. And making a bunch of art from-scratch takes up a LOT of that time.

In all this time, a person will need to pay for food and shelter. So they’ll either need to have a lot of money, or will need to save up to be able to dedicate their time to the project.

Now, I also wanna add the option of working on the project in the background for as long as needed. Though, this method also has its own costs/benefits. The main drawback would be the MUCH longer time it would take to complete.

There’s also the option to bring other people on board. That said, everyone would have to operate under the expectation that no one is being compensated for their work unless a successful product is made. Everyone would have to be really passionate about the vision of the project for a scenario like this to work.

For an indie, I can see how using AI would be tempting.

However, what isn’t being accounted for is the original artists whose art was loaded into these AI models.

Their art represents decades of personal practice. Skills honed by passionate people that wanted to bring their visions to life. This is why work like theirs tends to be compensated for. Or at the very least, credited.

In a good number of cases, artists don’t want their finished work to be fed into an AI model.

With current AI ethics, original artists are usually not credited or compensated. And the images generated from these AI models get used for all manner of projects that the original artist didn’t consent to.

In cases described above, the indie devs would be effectively stealing the artists’ work, mashing it up a bunch, and reselling it to their customers. All without getting consent. And the artists would receive no financial compensation or credit for their work.

So if I’m interpreting this right, this person values the speed and efficiency of indie development over properly crediting and paying the artists that made these AI tools possible to begin with.

And this person, according to their own words, believes that giving artists the ability to use the tools counts as compensation. They believe artists should start using AI and stop complaining. “[Adapt to the times]”, more-or-less.

I don’t subscribe to ANY of the mentality here. To me, It’s basically a person demanding others do what they say. All because they wanna have a fun little toy that allows them to get away with not paying or crediting people.

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Now, how ‘bout the second point.

“It’s far higher quality than most artists are capable of producing. Even with the occasional fucked up hands that need to be edited.”

I want to point out that art quality is a subjective thing. “High quality” boils down to people’s individual interpretations.

In my opinion, a lot of the AI images I’ve seen are extremely similar in color composition, have very repetitive layouts, and most contain plenty of the telltale flaws of AI generation (weird hands, text, plants, architecture, etc.). 

AI images lack any kind of specific flavor that makes human-made art unique. With an art piece made by a person, you get stuff like unique lineart, quality shading, distinctive color palettes, dynamic poses, noteworthy or relevant emotions on faces. All-in-all, a more personal art piece. And a chance to work with a pretty cool person.

So to me, I don’t consider quality to be a solid reason to use AI-generated images. If anything, the opposite is true, and your quality is significantly hurt from using these tools.

As long as legal statutes aren’t set, no one can stop a person from using AI to generate assets for projects. However, using them is ethically dubious. It showcases the lack of quality and effort a person wants to put into their work. And it really reveals how a person ACTUALLY feels about what they’re selling.

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Another point made had to do with open-source software.

This person noted how much open-source software has helped people. They stated that artists are being selfish for not allowing their work to be used when programmers have been contributing their code for free.

The difference is that when a programmer starts coding around someone's open-source code, there's an express knowledge that they're making something under an open-source license.

When a base set of code is made under an open-source license, it's dictated that other people can take that code and trade it around and modify it in whatever ways they want, as long as they ALSO operate under a similar or exact open-source license. It’s also usually required to link back to the original source.

Now, if an artist really wanted to, there’s nothing stopping them from creating art exclusively to feed it into AI models. Heck, someone could get a community of artists together with the goal of drawing art for the sole purpose of feeding it into AI. Everyone in that group could properly consent, and accept the terms of this kind of agreement.

Problem is, most AI initiatives aren’t set up like that. They collect art from all over the internet, generate new pictures out of them, and assume that the original artists will be cool with it. It’s actively taking the choice away from people. And stripping their names out in the process.

Open-source software has a reasonable setup that facilitates sharing and modifying for free. The legal groundwork for AI images do not. And until some proper ethics and legalese are put in place, AI image models will continue to hold a reputation for undercutting and undermining artists.

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This person offered up a bunch of other options for artists to consider instead of only focusing on commissions. Stuff like:

Making a game and using their art as assets for it. Using an engine like Ren'Py, which is open-source.

This implies that artists are gonna wanna make games in the first place. Making games and making art are two different things. They have overlapping parts, but the interests are not the same.

Also, it’s not as simple as that. You still need to learn how to use a game engine. While it’s easier than starting from scratch, not everyone’s a whizz at coding and programming.

It would take time to learn. An artist can’t just swap skill sets at the drop of a hat. And they might spend all this time learning this new skill (one that isn’t even a passion of theirs) to end up having poor sales and failing in their new endeavors.

Learn to 3D model. AI can’t do that yet. And won’t for probably a decade. And if it does learn, then learn how to rig your models for VR games like VRChat.

Once again, there’s overlapping interests. But 3D modeling is not a simple skill to learn, and a lot of 2D artistic skills don’t translate over to 3D.

As someone who has made his own 3D model from scratch, I can tell you that it is NOT simple. And there’s mountains of tools and functions that you’re gonna need to learn to make 3D modeling a viable skill to profit off of.

And, wait. If AI learns to 3D model, this person’s next suggestion is to learn to rig models for VR?

Realistically, what’s stopping programmers from setting up the AI to automatically rig models? I know of a bunch of plugins for Blender that already exist that do that sort of thing. A tiny bit of human correction, and auto-rigging can be pretty easy.

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So in summation: This person wants 2D artists to toss out a perfectly valuable skill they spent years perfecting, let an AI do it, and learn other artistic skills that they might not like, or aren’t adept for. All to make a bunch of non-artists happy? People who show little to no respect for the skill it takes to make art happen?

And the really delicious irony about all of this? They’re suggesting that artists should go learn new skills to survive new AI technologies, when THIS PERSON could practice what they preach and go learn new techniques that could improve their ability to draw.

Brush up on some skills that help with quality. Pick up tricks that improve output speed. Work on mastering the ability to draw EXACTLY the thing envisioned in your head.

The best part of doing it that way: you’re not screwing over a bunch of innocent people just to make a picture of an anime babe.

#ai #ai art #ai generated #ai image #ai artwork #artificial intelligence #art

[accio-victuuri]

clowning: xzs xi’an food vlog edition 🌶️

you all know the drill. for cpn-loving turtles only. don’t take it too seriously.

i honestly didn’t expect another food vlog from xz. his past adlad cities had them but it slipped my mind that he did go to a xi’an this time and spent quite a bit of time there — so we’re due another episode. i’m really thankful to xz and his team for the effort they put to share with us!

a few clowning points here ⤵️⤵️⤵️

The first one is how XZ can’t seem to handle spice well anymore, like a chongqing native should. Then you have WYB whose tolerance for spicy food increased. It could be that XZ has been living in BJ for so long that his taste has changed or maybe, he is thinking of the other person in his home who does not like spicy food. This is a long running cpn in cpf circles, that their preferences changed after spending time together. You can interpret this as a sign of a romantic relationship or not — but they definitely spent a lot of time together for their tastes to change and then be the same. except for garlic cause xz can’t really deal with that lol.

case in point, both wearing clothes that are for sun protection ( bobo’s is an ad, but he wears one in his personal time too ) and eating cold skinned noodles ( liangpi ). lol. i swear they have the same aesthetic sometimes.

we always joke that xz is the art student and wyb is the sport student — but they actually have a lot of things in common if you observe them more. Another one ZZ enjoyed was a meat bun (Roujiamo) which is a popular street food, but the cpn here is back in 2021 valentines day day they ( allegedly ) spent time together in Henan. Someone even saw Lele buying a lot of the same food and people were clowning that it’s for the two to eat as well. let me live in the fantasy that when they are together, they do this food tasting thing minus the camera recording.

and what is that? some people are pointing it out but i’m pretty sure it’s not a necklace. so funny how we panic when we see some vague clue of a personal necklace with XZ. but this is NOT it. Tho i’m still curious…. what could it be? 👀 popular guess is the string of an amulet. we know how superstitious he is so it could be.

My favorite would have to be the meme/emoticon they used, because it reminded me of what CPFs usually post. I am not sure how popular this is, and i’m positive it’s not exclusive to bxgs, but thinking about xz or his team going to CPF part of the internet and becoming fond of this meme/ emoticon makes me happy. ☺️

and well, same energy as this “incident”:

The loudest CPN being talked about tho is ZZ’s wechat video account that just opened. It’s under his studio and was opened 5/17, the day their certification was completed. What a nice coincidence that this day in the lunar calendar is 3/28. ZHAN AI BO. Also 5/17 is the international day against homophobia, transphobia and biphobia ( remember ZZ shared the song somewhere over the rainbow back in 2016. and it’s one of those 🌈 clues that cpfs

with all of ZZ’s “superstitions”, I feel like the day to open this new account was chosen. and it’s under his company Beijing Bamboo News Culture Media.

So if they already got certified that day, why wait for 5/18 to post. 18= Yibo. Not only that, on Wechat Video they posted at 20:05 which is 8:05. It’s not like weibo where the time stamp stays, users say it’s like IG that says “13 minutes ago..” but does not retain the specific time. So the screenshot below is the time was 20:10 and then XZS caption for the actual post was made 5 minutes ago, the time it was posted. 20:05. I’m not a wild kadian believer but this speaks to me. 😌😌😌

I’m excited for the next couple of days, cause hopefully we will get WDB 5/21. Which is still a rumor and who knows — will be a surprise drop. WYB allegedly going to an awards show 5/23 Huabiao Awards. Please make it happen. I’m looking forward to Movie Actor Yibo attending these kinds of awards show! 5/27 Chunzhen fanmeet with WYB @ Qingdao!!!! It’s been a while since he did something live! So this is a treat. && it’s the same month GG did his Molsion live/fan-meet too.

but wait wasn’t there rumors that xz will go to qingdao on the 27th too for condor heroes prep/training. lol. nothing is confirmed of course but it will be fun is they can be in the same city again for one day and not just in beijing.

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

[angelkissiies]

Open hand or closed fist

(the joker x reader x bruce wayne)

part 3/?

CW/TW : paranoia, fear, mentions of trauma and injury, some fluff and bonding. other things I can’t remember so please read with caution because this series is not for the faint of heart or minors.

word count : 3136

a/n : my deepest and most sincere apologies for how long this took, im so sorry if it’s not what you expected. I hope you enjoy ! Also I did not proof read bc damn this is long.

part two here

Sharp chills ran down your spine as you hesitated at the door of Bruce’s car. The weather had taken a plunge into the negatives as you’d been recuperating in the hospital, yet the chills weren’t from the harsh cold. It came from the realization that your life would be coming to an end, that you were walking directly into the hands of the man who wanted nothing more than the interface. One life to him meant nothing.

“(Y/n)?” Bruce spoke, hand coming to rest on your shoulder. He’d been with you through the entirety of your hospital stay, making sure you weren’t bothered by the GCPD during your recovery. He wished he could say that was his only angle, to be the support you needed- but if he did that would be a lie. He knew there was more to the story, more he needed to uncover to understand what The Joker could want with you. Was it just a random selection? Or was there something else locking you to the clown, something he couldn’t see. Despite everything, he was the perfect company. Card games and movies every night, lunch and dinner provided by some caterer that was much too expensive, and enough understanding of women to know when you needed some time alone.

His voice washed the intrusive thoughts away, like a bucket of cold water had been poured over your brain. “Yeah, sorry.” You apologized, ducking into the car. It was a nice contrast, seeing as you had begun to go mad at the endless off white of the hospital walls. His car was black, the interior a sleek gray- and it was made by some manufacturer you’d never even heard of. Typical though, he was, after all, a billionaire- it would make sense for him to have something expensive.

Bruce nodded gently, closing the car door with a soft click before coming around to the driver's side. The time with you had been fun, but not at all what he’d hoped. No new information could be expelled from you, nothing he didn’t already know so to speak. His only hope was the time you’d spend at the manor, somehow he needed to get you to confide in him. It made him feel guilty, he cared for you more than he’d be willing to admit and what he had planned felt like a massive betrayal. Some things required a filthy conscience. He slipped into the car, quickly closing the door to fight off the cold breeze. “All ready to go?” He asked, sending over a smile.

It took everything in you not to jump out of the car. “Yeah, we should hurry. We might be able to get there before the snow does.” Your body was ridgid, despite the warm air circulating through the car. You thought of the sleepless nights, jumping at every bump in the night. The persistent feeling of impending doom that had yet to subside in the weeks you’d been away, been safe. Something within you knew that you’d never really be safe, even within the fortress that was Wayne manor.. “I heard from the doctor before we left, they think it might turn into a blizzard.”

The car lurched forward, sending the two of you onto the main road. It was slick with patches of black ice, though that stopped nobody from speeding. The city was more alive than usual, the sound of sirens carrying through the streets as more and more people were bested by the elements. “Good thing Alfred stocked the pantries this weekend, or else, I fear we’d be reduced to cannibalism.” He joked, nudging you gently with his free hand. It was his best attempt, you had to give him some credit.

A light laugh fell from your lips as you threw him a smile, “I don’t suppose Alfred and I stand a chance against you.” It was true, the man was much taller, much faster, and much stronger than the butler and yourself.

“Oh definitely not.” The man boasted, taking a sharp turn onto the desolate road that led away from Gotham and towards the Arkham bridge that would take you directly to the main island. The road was barely ever used now, so much so that the Mayor considered closing off the road completely to avoid vandalism to the old asylum. It was pretty much immediately shot down, considering the other islands surrounding Arkham island would be almost completely inaccessible by car. Bruce was one of the voices opposing the shut down, more or less for the fact one of his family's homes sat on the land. “I don’t think I’d eat you though, you know too much about anatomy- you’d be too useful. I don’t think i’d be able to figure out which parts you can eat and-” He paused, letting out a slight laugh. “And I think I might be thinking about this too much. I promise I'm not a cannibal.”

You looked at him incredulously, letting out a deep belly laugh that sent a shooting pain into your ribs. “Bruce, I don’t think you could hurt a fly. Let alone eat someone.” It genuinely was one of the funniest things you’d ever heard, the man was probably the last person you could see yourself being scared of. The only hindrance in your joy was the aching that followed. Your ribs had taken to a steady throbbing pain, worsening with every deep breath- somehow, no matter what you did or even didn’t do, the constant reminder of the joker nipped the joy you felt.

Bruce had a content look on his face, biting back the urge to make a comment that might out him as the city's vigilante. It felt different after all this time, even though you were still the same person you were before the assault, he could feel something pulling you away from him. A nagging savior complex wanted to fly you away, somewhere far from this shithole of a city, though internally he knew The Joker had no limits to his insanity. He’d scoure the earth until he found his prize heffer. “So, have you been to Arkham Island before?” He asked, filling the silence that had settled thick between the two of you.

The trees passed by in a blur of white and green, the land around the cursed asylum finally beginning to heal. “Once, a long time ago. Wasn’t pleasant.” You responded, hugging your coat tighter as the frosty pane of the window came into contact with your hand. Even after all of this time, even after setting on the fact that Bruce could never know, you still had to resist the urge to confide in him. He’d stuck by you the past few weeks, sparing no expense to get you the best care, the best entertainment, the best company. He’d become a better friend than you’d imagined was possible, yet there was no way you could trust him enough to endanger his life.

Was anything really ever worth a life? Was your life worth this much effort? Why couldn’t you just end all of this? Whatever that might entail. Whether it be seeking The Joker out to live your life as he saw fit or taking matters into your own hands. Both were equally horrible outcomes, though they both seemed to be endgame. Which was the both of two evils, and would you ever be sure?

From the road you could make out the silhouette of a looming fence, the dark silver poking out of the snow like a sore thumb. It looked old, dated in style- which solidified your fears. This house wouldn’t be as protected as Wayne Manor would've been, sub par security from back before the Wayne’s were murdered and a lock and key gate made for a bad situation. Your eyes focused in on the tire tracks that laid ahead, the snow packed down where Alfred had arrived a day earlier. You had to admit, the idea of seeing the old man again lightened your heart. He had become a close friend during your stays at the manor, offering you tea whilst you worked on repairing the millionaire or steaming your coat without asking to make sure it would be warm for you before you left. His kindness was unmatched for the most part.

As Bruce parked outside the gate, he dug through his pockets- pulling out a key the size of an iphone before pushing his door open. “Just one second, the locks on the place haven’t been changed in awhile, so key it is.” He smiled, stepping out into the nippy winter air, the car door closing behind him. The man felt uneasy, though he played it off to his best ability, the creeping feeling of uncomfort being chalked down to your curious eyes that peered at him through the windshield. His hand shook slightly as he pushed the large metal key into the lock, turning it with a great deal of force before it gave way the the locking mechanisms yielded. The smell of copper filled his nostrils, making him cringe before pushing the gate inwards, as he mentally noted the fact that this place needed an upgrade. Truth was, he hadn;t been back here in years. The old place had been left to the elements, and with the sight of the manor, he definitely could tell the wear and tear was taking over the exterior.

The manor looked much larger than most would’ve imagined, built of stone and dark oak- it resembled that of a hunting lodge in the mountains. The rough stone had been left to the forest as moss began to creep up the sides of the building, creating a beautiful entanglement as if the history of the island had not tainted it yet. As you squinted towards the house to see more, a figure in the window caught your attention. The small lengthy frame belonged to Alfred, who stood waving the two of you in from the warmth of the manor. The sight brought a small giggle to you, imagining how long he had been there trying to catch the attention of the billionaire.

Bruce returned to the car only seconds later, causing a huff of freezing hair to rush in- violating the pleasant warmth that had settled on your skin. His hands were shaking slightly and his fingers had gained a bright pink hue from the harsh cold of the gate. “So, what do you think?” He asked, shifting the car into drive as he began creeping down the driveway.

You gave a small nod, letting your eyes explore the property. It was different, to say the least. After being stuffed inside of a dreary hospital room for so long, this was like being in a completely different country. The snow was pristine white, untouched. Unlike the melting, blackened snow you’d seen on your way out of Gotham. The air held silence, thick and looming in the absence of life. From the moment you;d crossed from the bridge onto the island, you’d heard nothing but the soft hum of the engine and Bruce’s voice. It was almost as if Arkham had become completely different in the weeks since your ‘visit.’ It was scary anymore, you could see every abandoned driveway and empty house. Hell, even the snow reflected that nobody else had been out this way, no tire tracks or footsteps as far as the eye could see. “It feels serene out here, It’s really lovely.”

A small smile tugged at his lips as he came to a stop at the front entrance, “I’m glad you like it,” He said, turning the car off with a slight twist of the ignition. “It’s you and me, roomie, till further notice.”

As if on cue, Alfred scurried out of the manor bundled in one of the largest coats you’ ever seen. Anything you might’ve thought had completely vanished at the sight, the poor man could barely bend his arms in the thing making it a rather funny sight as he attempted to open the car door. You let out a small chuckle before opening it yourself, allowing the man the chance to step out of the way.

He graciously took it as he held the door open, “Welcome! I’m glad you two made it safely.” He spoke, offering his hand as you stepped out onto the half frozen ground. The snow crunched under your feet, prompting a small smile from the man before you. “Isn’t it lovely? I’ve been trying to get Master Bruce here to visit for ages.” Alfred let his eyes move to Bruce, squinting as he poked fun at him.

Bruce groaned in annoyance, the hint of a smile evident on his rosy cheeks, “Yeah, yeah. Thanks for that, Al.” He moved around the car, ushering the two of you up the stairs like a cattle dog before the conversation went on any longer. He knew how carried away his butler could get, which would lead to the pair of you getting hypothermia. As the two of you disappeared into the home, he lingered at the front door for a moment, he could feel something. Though there was no reason to, he found himself looking over his shoulder, peering back to watch for a threat. Something didn’t feel right, though maybe it could all be summed up to the feelings that arose in connection with his family's manor, but he couldn’t be sure. After all, the whole reason any of you were here was to ensure your safety. The Joker could be around any corner, watching through thousands of hidden eyes, awaiting the perfect moment to strike- so if there was one thing he knew without a doubt, it’s that he couldn’t get comfortable here.

Upon entering the home, you were hit with the strong scent of apples. It wafted through the hallways from the kitchen, the smell alone was enough to make your stomach grumble.”Alfred, It smells incredible in here, what are you making?” You wondered, taking in the decor of the house. It was definitely fancy, but it looked as if someone had a strong affinity for artwork as more than half of the walls were filled with beautifully painted pieces accompanied with framed family photos.

Alfred chuckled, turning briefly to make eye contact with you. “Apple strudels, they’re one of Bruce’s favorite sweets.” With that, he turned back and led you through a confusing labyrinth of a corridor. After a couple minutes of following the leader, he stopped before the bottom of a staircase which led to the left wing suites on the second floor. “I would accompany you up to your room, but I don't want to risk burning our snack. Your room is the third door down the right hall.”

You could tell he felt guilty, so you gave him a smile, nodding complacently. “Thank you, Alfred. Are my things up there by chance, I was wanting to maybe grab a shower.” During your hospital stay, the doctor was very adamant about keeping your stitching dry- so you’d only been able to shower three times, which left you feeling incredibly gross. The idea of being clean again was enough to make your entire night.

“Of course, The bathroom is also stocked with some things you might need.” He confirmed as he began back towards a door adjacent to the one the two of you had come through. He seemed to know this place better than Bruce did, which didn’t seem as much of a surprise- as he’d been with the family for more years than you could count.

The silence began to set in as you began up the stairs. It was reminiscent of your trek up to your apartment in Gotham. You’d spent months making the most out of the six floor hike up to your place, as the elevator had just completely given out randomly, so this was a piece of cake. Before you knew it, the landing was a few feet away littered with boxes filled with what looked like more framed photos. It was peculiar because the boxes looked old and worn, as if the Waynes had begun to pack up the house long before their deaths had transpired. ‘Not your business.’ You had to remind yourself. The topic had always (and would always) be a tender spot with the duo downstairs. You wrapped your arms around yourself tightly, taking the right turn down the hallway you’d be staying in. It wasn’t hard to pick out the door that now belonged to you, as it was the only one not covered in a thick layer of dust.

Upon first glance inside, you took note of the two bags that sat in the middle of the king sized bed. Undoubtedly, they were filled with fresh clothes and the other miscellaneous things you’d asked to be picked up from your apartment. As you gazed around you noted that the room was warmed by a fireplace, which sat burning behind a grill to keep the debris from entering the room. It all was incredibly beautiful, as the room took a rich red hue. Linens and decor alike were painted in shades of red and black, giving the room a gothic feel. You moved inwards, allowing the door to close behind you with a thud.

You sat down on the edge of the bed, moving to grab one of the bags. As you pulled it to yourself, a small box fell to the floor by your feet- seemingly after being wedged somewhere between your belongings. “Now, what is this?” You asked aloud, to no-one in particular, as you used your foot to bring the thing closer. Once within reach, you took it from its resting place on the floor. It was a small red box that had been tied shut with a white ribbon. It held no markings or branding, which is why you spared no time pulling the ribbon loose and gently removing the lid.

You felt yourself choke, letting the box fall to your feet once more. There was no way, this place was safe. It was Bruce Wayne’s house for Christ's sake. It hadn’t been empty since Alfred arrived yesterday, which meant that whoever snuck this in- was here when Alfred was, how else would they be able to get the box into your things? Your heart was hammering in your chest, eyes jumping down to land on the contents of your supposed ‘gift.’

A small silver chain with a dainty ‘J’ charm attached lay almost hidden in the carpet, the red hue enveloping it like a pool of blood. Inside the lid, which remained on the bed, was a note. With shaking hands, you unfolded it.

God, how you wished you’d never read it.

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[finniestoncrane]

Your One True Nemesis

Chapter 10: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2.1k hurt my own feelings with this one, i made eddie too mean. which i know is stupid because he's a villain, but he's my villain 💚🔧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: angst, a lot of it. this is your warning, it's downhill from here until we start going back up again

Pacing in the living space, Edward picked at the scabs on his arm mindlessly, just for something else to focus on. It was driving him mad, to have a question without an answer. And to even have the question in the first place was bad enough.

“Why do I enjoy another presence in my space?”

A huge departure from his previously perceived and maintained enjoyment of solitude, he now found himself waking up each morning pleased to see someone else there, to share a coffee with before starting the day. And beyond that, he felt he had started to let his guard slip around you. Not just with the way you so effortlessly, and suspiciously he might add, drew truths and secrets from him, notes of his past and his relationships and god the feelings! That alone made him suspect like you had some kind of mystical power that you hadn’t disclosed, one that he was especially weak and susceptible to. But add to that the way he so easily felt like he could trust you with something more important than his deepest inner-thoughts, his projects? That seemed like a step too far. And he decided he might need to put a stop to it, before he let things go too far.

“That seems… logical… reasonable. I don’t have to qualify it to anyone!”

He muttered angrily to himself as he made his way to the workshop where he had left you that morning, giving in to your irritating and persistent begging and pleading and whining and finally letting you do something without him staring over your shoulder and breathing down your neck. Idiotic of him really. You could be sabotaging his efforts. Stealing his work. Or worse, and more likely, ruining him through sheer stupidity and incompetence.

As he rounded the corner, spying you at the work bench, he left no room to consider how cute you looked with your tongue stuck out in concentration.

“You!”

“Christ!”

You jumped, arms flailing, hands tossing the remote control you were configuring into the air, missing the catch and watching as it fell to the hard, concrete floor. It shattered into a myriad of tiny pieces, and after staring at it for what felt like an hour, you finally plucked up the courage to look over at Eddie.

“Failure at the first hurdle, it would seem. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you with such an elaborate and intricate task. You’re so easily confused, it’s truly my fault I suppose.”

“That… that was your fault!”

You pointed to the floor, staring him down, determined not to let him turn this on you. It was difficult, but you’d come to expect it. Every so often, when things felt like they were becoming tolerable and peaceful, something in Eddie would obsessively disrupt them. And more often than not, the method of choice was to berate you and blame you for all of his shortcomings, of which you had begun to realise there were many.

“Are you utilising logic at all when you’re coming to that conclusion? I suppose I actively made you drop it? I forced you to fumble over it as you tried to catch it? Looking as though you are preparing for your true calling as a third rate circus clown?”

“You came in here shouting!”

“I said one word. Photographic memory, my dear. It comes in handy. Although that was only two minutes ago, are you really that dumb?”

Standing, quivering with pent up rage, you tried to take deep breaths. But you were beyond that now. It was wearing you down, he was grinding down your resistance to his attempts at putting you in your place. And you had little left to give in way of turning the other cheek. So with a quick swipe of your hand, you brushed everything on the workbench onto the floor. Tools, scraps, other prototypes which had been left abandoned there. All of them felt to the floor, smashing and scattering at your feet and spreading across the room. Eddie stood silently. He watched you, maintaining eye contact, breaking it briefly to look down at the mess you had made, and then back up to stare you down.

“Did you know that even the cleverest of chimps can obey simple instructions? Shall we put that theory to the test again? I know you failed at doing the one thing you were asked to earlier, but perhaps getting down on your hands and knees and cleaning up this mess will prove an easier task.”

Surprised by his own cruelty, Eddie braced himself for impact as you stormed across the room towards him. He was prepared for punishment, ready to take a punch in exchange for his, admittedly, harsh words. But instead, you brushed past him and down the corridor. Taking a brief pause to be thankful that you had opted to not lash out at him, he chased after you. He might be willing to accept that he had been perhaps slightly more rude than intended, but now you had disobeyed a direct order from him, and the fact that you thought you could do that only solidified his earlier thinking. You didn’t see him as the authority here. You thought of him as your equal, clearly. Or maybe you even had notions of grandeur extending to the completely ridiculous concept of you being better than him.

And for that, he only had himself to blame. He’d been too easy on you. That’s what it was. He had forgotten himself. Forgotten his place in your relationship. He was in charge, and you were his subordinate. The feelings of confusion, of peace, they were brought on by the sudden equalisation of your stations. An environment entirely unacceptable for someone as great as him to prosper in.

Appearing beside you as you sipped from a bottle of water, he continued his strenuous efforts to put you back in your place.

“Storming out isn’t a very intelligent way to exit a debate. Or were you intending to move the location of this petty argument closer to your bedroom, conveniently close for when you pass out due to mental exhaustion.”

You steadied your hand, willing it not to shake in front of him. The last thing you wanted was for him to know he had won. But your eyes began to sting, watering as the tears welled in the corners. One final blow to send you over the edge.

“Now. Go and tidy that up, like the good little idiot I hired.”

With a short sob, your hand cutting it off as you cupped your mouth, you pushed past Eddie and into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

Upset that you would pull an emotional display like that in an attempt to avoid doing any hard work, Eddie stormed off to his own bedroom, slamming his door with equal attitude, and slumping down onto his bed. Success usually felt better than this. It would make his heart feel lighter, as though the burden of proving himself to be the best, the epitome of man, was lifted temporarily with the quick fix satisfaction. Whether that was solving a puzzle or winning an argument or successfully clearing fifty-nine bank accounts from off-shore holdings in as many seconds, it all felt the same. And yet, this time, it didn’t. It didn’t feel like a win at all. This felt painful, like it was churning around in his stomach, filled with tacks and pins and razors. The violent bile rising in his throat, sharp and piercing.

“Perhaps I was too harsh?”

Of course he wasn’t, and there was the proof. The fact that you had him doubting himself, emotionally manipulating him by daring to be sad in front of him. It was so clear. But it still felt vague. In his whole life he had never experienced this level of uncertainty, and trying not to wallow in the thoughts, he decided it might be a better idea to go and do something productive while he waited for his brain to find something else to fixate on. Especially since he was giving himself a headache, bringing on a bout of nausea, as he wrestled with the idea of apologising or not. Which he wouldn’t do of course, but perhaps a falsified attempt would soothe you, bring your temperaments back down. You’d be far more pliable and easy to manipulate back into your servitude if he was on good terms with you. And there was no other reason to apologise other than having it work in his own favour, of course.

Getting up from the bed with a sigh, he slapped lightly at his cheeks to focus himself. He would find something to work on, ignore the mess you had made, and get his brain back into gear, thinking about something worth taking up the space in his mind. But hopes of blissful ignorance were shattered when he stepped into the workroom and saw that you too had left your bedroom.

On the floor, picking up the pieces of the broken gadgets which were smashed in anger, you felt yourself sinking into the hard concrete you knelt on. The cold chill numbed you, made you feel good. Like you were nothing. Which you realised now you were, at least where Eddie was concerned. It had been so stupid of you, to hope for anything else, to think you could potentially be anything else to him other than an assistant. You hated how right he was about you. Ridiculous notions of being his acquaintance, his colleague, they were crumpled and tossed into the trash in your mind. You would find your place and stick to it. This was a job. It was a roof over your head. It was experience, until you could find it in yourself to give up and find something better.

Eddie watched you, struggling with his own thoughts. He wanted to apologise, it seemed like every fibre of his being was trying to force it out of him. But he couldn’t place why, although there was that nagging voice right in the back corner of his brain, the one he ignored for the most part, trying to get him to admit that he did know. To admit the reason for all of his strange feelings. Maybe it was time to take a step.

“You’re tidying.”

It wasn’t an apology. Not yet anyway, but he had to build himself up to it. You jumped at the words, dropping the pieces of metal you held in your hands.

“Dropped it. Again.”

He hadn’t meant for it to come out like that. That weird feeling in his chest was making it difficult to breathe, to communicate. His lips were dry, his tongue stuck to the back of his throat. It was a miracle he got any words out at all, though it might have gone better for him if he had been rendered mute.

“Yeah, I dropped it. Again. But I’m doing what you told me to do, ok? I’m tidying up. You happy now?”

“I-”

“In fact, you know what. I don’t want to hear it. Please, just leave me alone. I don’t need any more of your shit today. I’m doing my job, and you can’t be mad at me for that.”

“Perhaps you might adopt a nicer tone. Maybe be less rude?”

Internally he was screaming. Clawing at his own throat, punching himself in the stomach as he realised that he couldn’t even keep up the façade of humanity long enough to dig himself out of a hole that would definitely render the foundations of his only relationship a crumbling, unfixable mess.

You stood up, tossing the last of the scraps you had lifted into the bin before looking at him. There was a lot you wanted to say. None of it nice, or even productive, but you let yourself do it anyway.

“I’ve had enough of being yelled at. I’ve had enough of your attitude and your horrible words. I’ll do my job, Eddie. We can be civilised. I can be your assistant. I’ll clean up after you, I’ll do your dirty work, the shit you don’t want to do, that you’re far too clever for. But that’s it. Nothing else. No conversation, no demeaning lectures. You can just… fuck off.”

Hurt feelings fought their way inside of Eddie’s mind, deciding who was going to come out on top. And, unfortunately, the simmering rage was always going to win. So out of stubbornness and spite, he nodded.

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

You left the workroom, and Eddie sighed, convincing himself it was one of relief rather than anything else.

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