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seamsterslocal · 1 year

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summer binder picture tutorial

this is the third binder ive made for myself recently and the first one i’m writing up. it’s designed to do a few things: 1) allow me to put it on by myself without dislocating my shoulders 2) allow me to breathe well enough to partake in normal activity 3) be cool enough to wear throughout a muggy 90-100F summer 4) not constrict my ribs in a way that aggravates my lack of connective tissue and causes intense pain.

this has become necessary even though i had top surgery many years ago, because when i had it i was extremely skinny and since then i’ve increased in size by about 50%. this has been really fucking good for my health in every single way* except that when my chest is squishy or moves at all it’s So Goddamn Triggering for me. but also since ive had top surgery ive developed and/or been made away of a plethora of chronic conditions that make every single commercially available binding option medically impossible. unbound, my chest is pretty much what you’d expect for a chubby cis guy but venturing out into the world in just a tshirt no longer works for me

*anyone who badmouths weight gain or fat bodies in the notes WILL be blocked

under the cut are a bunch of process pictures and explanations of what they all mean:

first i’ll give you a look at the pieces and measurements:

most of the seams are sewn in this picture and one half is turned inside out, allowing you to see both the finished dimensions (right) and the placement of the fusible horsehair canvas that gives this lil scrap of linen any structure at all (left)

to get your chest measurement, you’re gonna have to do some math:

first measure above and below what you want to bind. average these numbers. mine are something like 32 and 34, which average to 33. subtract a few inches--this is to allow the air movement between the laces at center front and back, critical in the summertime. i deleted 3 inches bc i like that number but you can go bigger if you want. the more inches you subtract here, the more youll be able to ratchet all your chest material down later, but at the same time you need to leave enough fabric for a sturdy garment. let’s say a range of 2-6 inches/5-15cm. by taking your measurements this way, you’re essentially measuring the chest you would like to have. that + the horsehair canvas work together to compress any squishy tissue/force anything that doesnt compress up and to the outside (basically into the armpit/lower shoulder--the chest might stick out but it will give a very puffed chest captain america pectoral silhouette)

you can also see how ive clipped my curves and pre-drilled my lacing holes. i used the marlin spike on my knife to open up the holes on the interfacing side, mainly as a way of marking them. this worked well bc the interfacing’s glue kept the linen from raveling

this is the same stage but looking at the non-interfaced grey linen/cotton blend (the black is some 100% linen from my cabbage stash). you can see ive broken the solar-plexus-to-back measurement up into a bunch of pieces to save on fabric but that’s not necessary. my original pattern was just two pieces (front and back) and chopping the straps into thirds on both sides was aesthetic

in the following picture you can really see how this is really just overgrown regency stays:

i thought about doing side lacing but didn’t think that would be comfortable for me. on the front, the side seam allowance was pressed inwards before turning to create a finished looking slot. on the back the side seam is left unfinished with an extra wide seam allowance, and is inserted into that slot.

here’s a closeup on it pinned in place (you can adjust the angle of the side seam and the fit during this pinning stage):

that side seam was just topstitched in place once i had the fit how i liked it, and the armhole was reinforced with more topstitching

alright, time for eyelets: first, you can see how well the marking worked:

next, two rows of basted eyelets (left), one row of eyelets sewn with a doubled and waxed cotton thread (center right), and one row of eyelets opened and stainless steel rings placed (right).

next time i’m going to mark the eyelets same as i did above, but do this step differently--i’ll mark and baste the steel rings in place BEFORE widening the eyelets. this is bc i had a lot of problems keeping the eyelets on center

eyelets half done on this one! on the left are eyelets sewn with doubled and waxed cotton thread and on the right eyelets sewn with quadrupled and waxed thread. the center is basting again. i was able to force the holes back in line while sewing the eyelets but it was kinda annoying. adding a second picture that doesnt have great focus but hopefully shows how that process worked and shows the spike clearly

i ended up using this white cotton thread because it’s stronger than my black cotton thread (which the rest of it is sewn with). [eta: after this was first posted, i pressed the whole thing heavily, which effectively de-waxed the thread, and i dyed the whole thing a medium charcoal grey, the thread blends in perfectly on the lighter side and isn’t such a sore thumb on the darker side]

bonus: the piecing layout for that little piece of strap. the whole light gray half of the binder was made from 1/2 of one of the legs i cut off some linen suit pants to make slutty camping shorts last year and i really really didn’t want to break into any of the other three halves for this garment--i have Plans for it

overall the fit of this is incredible. it DOESNT hurt my ribs which every zip-up garment ive been able to find (and it is difficult) does due to really thick elastic at the base. it doesnt aggravate my sensory issues with the synthetic fibers that every commercial option is made of. i can walk up a hill or stairs, or go to pt, without getting too out of breath. i can eat with it tight, or loosen the front easily and without taking it off to make eating easier and less nausea-inducing. it is reversible!

best of all the lacing at the back gives the garment enough movement for me to get it on without dislocating, and the interfacing and steel rings give it structure once it’s on. the shaping comes only from fusible horsehair linen canvas and stainless steel rings like youd use for chainmail, there’s no boning at all, which makes it very quick to sew (except the eyelets, but metal grommets would be sturdy and quick provided theyre of good quality)

there’s a small amount of gaping on the outside of the shoulder strap, which i plan on fixing with a tiny tiny dart in the armpit, i want to add pockets to tuck the laces into, and i need a better lace for the back, but it’s completely wearable in time for the 90 weather next week which is all i wanted. i’ll do a reblog when it’s perfectly finished with an update on the fit but for now it is done enough

the little ridge where it doesnt lay flat against the shoulder is most visible with just a single t shirt over it. with a flannel or a sweater, it disappears, and by itself, it’s hidden in movement

eta: after dyeing this, i relaced it a bit looser in the back and that gape mainly disappeared. ive decided to leave it in instead of smoothing it with a dart because the loose fabric gives space for my chest to expand when breathing and shapes my silhouette in a way that emphasizes my shoulders

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eddiezpaghetti · 5 months

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Okay, so my experience with Stranger Things is a weird one.

I didn't care when it first came out, started to watch it out of "might as well" in 2020, wasn't interested in it enough to make it past S2, forgot about it outside of going "oh, hey, cool, there's a lesbian in it now, I guess," in S3, got really annoyed when "Running Up That Hill" got popular from it because it was a song I listened to on fucking loop after one of my best friends died in high school and I fully expected its appearance in the show to ignore the whole survivor's guilt theme of the song (and was very happy to learn later that it did the exact opposite of ignoring the lyrics), saw people drawing Eddie, suddenly got a lot more interested, watched just the fourth season like a fucking psychopath because I was seriously only there for Eddie, then got interested enough to start the show over properly, having mostly forgotten what I did watch of the show before.

And let me tell you something from the perspective of someone who started with the complete fourth season, who wasn't there from the start, who wasn't tainted by ship goggles or this internal battle of hope and despair, who wasn't theorizing about what the painting could be or expecting Mike and Will to kiss when Volume 2 happened or rooting for Mike and Eleven's relationship to go down in flames or whatever the fuck. Just someone who went blind into Season 4.

It's really fucking obvious that Will and Mike are gonna be endgame.

Like holy fuck. It's so fucking blatant I don't even know why people are nervous.

No sane fucking person would shoot this scene this way if they wanted the audience to care about El and Mike as a couple. Despite being all blurry in the background, Will's reaction to what's happening here is smackdab in the fucking middle, clearly showing that the important part is what's going through his head here. What he's feeling. It's like the opposite of that scene from Kingdom Hearts II where Sora and Riku reunite and Kairi just fucking vanishes into the aether while it's happening because, despite the fact that she was standing between them when the scene began, she doesn't matter to the scene, so she's just kind of gone when the camera angle changes. Will could have been behind one of their heads, or so far in the distance he blends in with the background, but he's not. He's so obvious that despite being massively blurred out, he's still the first goddamn thing you look at. What, you think that's an accident? You think he's in the middle of this dramatic fucking scene because of a mistake? He basically has a big flashing neon arrow pointing at him with "THIS IS THE POINT" being screamed through a megaphone.

And then this?

They're paired up like they're taking fucking prom pictures. Each one of these pairs is so fucking close to one another and so fucking far from everyone else. It's not, "Oh, they're standing vaguely near each other in a group shot," it's fucking Noah's Ark out here. Again, there's no way to take this as an accident. It's not just a framing issue. If they wanted to make the shot look balanced while still not hiding anyone else behind El, they would have scattered people around much more naturally. Even if they wanted to keep Nancy with Jonathan and Hopper with Joyce, there's so much room on that hill for three people to stand on El's left and three on her right. But they didn't do that. They put Mike and Will together on purpose in the most obvious way possible.

Like I get that coming up with crackpot theories is fun in and of itself and I'm not blaming anyone for having fun. I totally get the appeal of arguing a point and reaching for every stupid little thing to pull into it because it's like a game, okay? I've done that. But if you're trying to actually convince someone (whether it's someone who wants to believe or someone who's pissed at the very idea that Mike and Will could be in love), stay away from blue and yellow lights, stay away from costume design, stay away from the existence of closets in backgrounds. And don't worry about whether Mike's gay or bi when he's in love with Will either way. I'll give you a little tip about persuasion: You're only as strong as your weakest argument. Even if you've got strong stuff in there, too, the person you're trying to convince is going to dismiss anything you say as complete insanity the second you start going on an entire tangent about the shape of a character's fucking pocket.

Sometimes, clothes are just clothes. Sometimes, there's a closet in the background because it helps establish that a character is in a bedroom. Sometimes, blue and yellow are just a couple of colors that look nice together. And sure, it might be set designers and costume designers and cinematographers smirking and winking at the audience from behind the camera. But if the show was just those things, instead of those things in the context of everything else, they wouldn't be saying anything of note.

But this?

This tells a story all on its own. Someone with no context can look at this and automatically assume that each paired person is standing with someone they care about deeply, seeking comfort as they watch some sort of disaster unfold. And yeah, romantic couples usually come in twos, and we live in an amatonormative society, so that's going to be the first association anyone makes seeing a bunch of people paired off.

It's the same reason you look at this

And go, "Oh..."

"Those two are probably a couple."

And I genuinely don't understand how people could have watched S4 Vol. 2 and gotten scared. Because as someone who went in with no investment whatsoever, I just looked at these two--

--and went, "Oh, those two are a couple. Good for them." And I moved on. Shut up about the trees for five seconds and just see the forest for what it is.

Oh, and if you're still nervous? Little thing from a storyteller here: You don't leave a hanging thread like "Will confessed his romantic feelings for Mike by projecting them onto El, but Mike either didn't understand or at least didn't say he understood," without coming back to that later. That's Chekov's gun hanging on the wall, babes. It's gonna fire at some point. If Mike was going to reject Will's feelings, if they weren't relevant, they would have had that discussion in Argyle's van. There'd be no reason to leave you in suspense.

#byler #meta #stranger things #theory #I mean I fucking guess #in the same way gravity is a fuckin' theory.#It feels silly that I even have to say this honestly.#Watching people freak out over these two feels like I'm being pranked.#Like you guys aren't pulling a Goncharov are you? Just making believe there's any chance these two aren't gonna be endgame?#Like completely ironically? And I'm too autistic to catch it?#It genuinely feels like I'm explaining that red and blue make purple here. As if you guys should have learned this in kindergarten.#Or like watching whole-ass adults watch Cinderella for the first time and being on the edge of their seat #wondering if she's going to live happily ever after with the prince or not.#It feels like I'm talking DOWN to people and I don't WANT it to feel like that but it's so obvious and I don't want people to be like #anxious for no reason you know?#Like I get that we're all scarred from queerbaiting and I know you guys are biased from years of shipping these kids.#But like. These guys? The most obvious 'there's only one way this could go' couple I've ever seen? You're scared about THEM?

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sundeathh · 9 months

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What about an imagine or hc about aizawa 'n s/o sharing their interests like what they like to do in their free time, books they loved to read etc something fluffy c: thx

I might have gone way beyond your request. But, hey, this is also self-indulgent! Anyway, I loved your request. I hope it fulfills what you had in mind. Sorry for the long delay, but it is done now.

Head-canon | Masterlist

Pairing: Aizawa × GN!reader | Words: 993

Fandom: BNHA | MHA | Tags: Cute & fluffy

In your rare moments of free time, Aizawa and his significant other would find solace in the simple pleasures of life, embracing their shared interests and creating a warm, loving heaven together.

As you are both avid bookworms, you would often cuddle up on the couch, each engrossed in your own novel. The room filled with the soft rustling of pages here and there, and every so often, you'd exchange a knowing glance, silently sharing the joy of a good story.

Cooking was another shared passion of yours. You would tackle intricate recipes, laughing at your culinary mishaps and celebrating your triumphs with soft cheers and known, loving glances.

Aizawa, surprisingly adept at chopping vegetables, would take charge of the savory dishes, while you would knack for baking meant a never-ending supply of delicious desserts.

Even mundane tasks like doing the laundry or cleaning the apartment became enjoyable when you did them together. You'd playfully argue about the most efficient way to fold laundry or who could scrub the dishes cleanest, all the while secretly reveling in the shared domesticity of it all.

Yet, beyond books and cooking, you found common ground in your love for stargazing. On clear nights, you'd lay a blanket on a rooftop, snuggling close under a blanket while tracing constellations and making up your own stories about the stars.

You also cherished the differences in your hobbies. While Aizawa might spend hours lost in a new mystery novel, you might be immersed in painting or sketching. you'd sit together, companionable in your silence, each respecting the other's passion.

Friday nights were designated movie nights. You'd take turns picking films and introducing each other to your favorite genres. Aizawa's penchant for action movies clashed amusingly with your love for romantic comedies, resulting in an eclectic movie list.

Sometimes, your most cherished moments were the ones where you merely sat in comfortable silence, the only sound the soft hum of your shared existence. You didn't need words to express your love; the presence alone was enough.

And as night would fall and the world would get quieter, you'd have heartfelt conversations about life, dreams, fears, and everything in between. Aizawa, usually a man of few words, found himself opening up more than he ever thought possible. And so did you.

You frequently surprised each other with little gestures of love. Aizawa might leave a cup of your favorite tea by your bedside when you had a rough day, while you would sneak love notes into Aizawa's attire pockets before he headed off to work.

You also respected each other's need for alone time. Aizawa might find solace in a quiet corner, lost in thought or grading papers, while you would pursue your artistic hobbies, creating your tranquil oasis.

On free weekends, sometimes you'd embark on nature walks, exploring the serene beauty of parks and local forests. Aizawa's observant nature meant he'd point out unusual flora and fauna while you captured the scenery through your camera lens.

You also compiled playlists of your favorite songs, making a blend of your music tastes. Whether it was Aizawa's preference for classic rock or your love for indie bands, your shared playlists were the soundtrack of your lives together.

Sometimes, you would also work out together. Staying healthy was an important goal for both of you. You'd engage in light workouts together, cheering each other on during yoga sessions or jogging through the neighborhood. Your laughter would echo through the air as you challenged each other to push harder, engaging in playful competition.

While you were both competitive, you always stuck to the playful part of it. You would indulge in board games on cozy evenings. Aizawa's strategic mind shone during chess matches while you reveled in the unpredictability of card games, creating delightful tension between you two.

Tending to the small garden you both had on the balcony became a joint project. Aizawa had a surprising green thumb, nurturing the plants with care while you added artistic touches with colorful flowers, painted vases, and other whimsical decorations.

Arts and crafts will always bring out your creative sides to life. You'd spend free afternoons painting, crafting, or even knitting, creating personalized gifts for each other or their friends, each piece a symbol of your shared love and content.

Occasionally, you'd embark on more spontaneous outdoor adventures. From impromptu picnics in the park to exploring nearby hiking trails, you savored the thrill of discovering new places hand in hand.

Late at night, you'd lie in bed, discussing your dreams and aspirations. Aizawa would share his goals with his students while you would talk about your artistic and work ambitions. In those quiet moments, you found inspiration in each other.

Random acts of kindness were a must between you two. From volunteering at local animal shelters to leaving surprise treats for your closest friends. Your shared altruism strengthened your bond even further and reminded you of the beauty in giving.

Sometimes, during quiet nights, you'd turn on some slow music and dance around your living room, shedding your accumulated stress and relying on each other's arms.

You often talked about your dream destinations and future travels. Aizawa, who had seen little of the world, would always listen with wonder to your travel stories, your shared excitement fueling your wanderlust.

Together, you planned your future, imagining a life filled with love, growth, and shared adventures. Your dreams intertwined, painting future moments where you continued to cherish each other, hand in hand.

In the tapestry of your shared lives, every moment was a thread that added depth and color to your relationship. You and Aizawa frequently cherished the uniqueness of your bond, celebrating your shared interests and the beautiful harmony you found in their differences.

Your love was a testament to the beauty of a life filled with shared moments and unwavering support, knowing that love wasn't just about grand gestures but the beauty of ordinary moments together.

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journals-of-the-guardian-project · 9 months

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LORE POST #1

Redesign of my Chat Noir redesign to go together with my rewrite which I will talk a lot about under the cut. I'm pretty set on this design too and will link it at the beginning of the fic when I get ten chapters completed and ready to post :3

What is different from canon, why I am changing some things, etc. Feel free to just read my thoughts around the design if you want to read my fic without any guidelines of what I'm planning so far for him

BUT I won't spoil anything major dw

The design:

I've changed chat noir's design so it would blend in more at night. The preferred the sleek black tones over the glow in the dark green I gave him before. I take a whole lot of inspiration from the PV of miraculous ladybug in these designs so of course his hair is still floofy.

When initially designing Chat noir, the tips of his hair are darker since I really liked that trait some other redesigns gave him so I included it without making his whole head of hair black.

I got the idea to base his design off of rust and RAN with it! He still has some greens in his design but they've shifted closer to yellow green and gold for the color scheme!

I've liked the idea about the clothes in the hero designs looking more cloth like too so I've incorporated that into the design with pockets and a zipper cause I can. Since Adrien has been thinking about being a superhero for a while, his design is more thought out were it could be.

EDIT: Forgot to mention!! Ladybelle has a lil more black in her design and now chat has a little more red! :3 matching

I saw some concept art of Chat Noir with a hat at one point and I loved it so much I wanted to keep it in to a certain extent, SO Marichat moment all the way. I decided to add the bells back into his design (I missed them) and took inspiration from @/callimara's Chat Noir design.

Chat noir will still be very cat like in this and I thought it'd be funky if his feat were like a cat's

Overall it isn't much of a design change for some aspects but I really like how it turned out!

K story stuff now:

I want to get ten chapters done before I post chapters again on the first fic since I don't think I did the best job introducing what I've changed. This isn't talking about adrien agreste's life this is more his role as Chat Noir. I'll get to adrien when I get his redesign sheet finished

(any part of this section might be edited in the future but this is basically part of my ideas)

Honestly a whole lot of the fic(s) is(are)

Fault of canon? -> Solution

I've been developing for two years now and I just gotta write it out... Entirely hinging on my execution sigh

Chat noir's powers are now on a more equal footing with Ladybug's (Ladybelle now) and I'll get more indepth when I post Ladybug's redesign and stuff but basically

The miracle box is a mix mash of several miraculous's from other boxes due to an event Guardian Marianne caused. Supposedly, she unleashed the Rabbit kwami of time on the guardians in an act of defiance. Resulting in rips in time eating away the members present for such an event, burning to death in fire. Marianne managed to run away with the miraculous's she could obtain and do her best to live her life knowing what she's done.

The Ladybug and Cat miraculous are a duo pair. Strongest when used in a partnership. Many are tempted to use both at the same time for what the powers merge to become but this isn't the strongest path.

Tikki and Plagg are soulmates you could say. They aren't really romantic but they are bonded for life. Never one without the other.

They are the only miraculous pairing in the new mixmash of the guardian box. Eventually Marianne gives the responsibility to Master Fu, her lover, before the rabbit comes after her as well.

I'll talk more about the changes I've made to Tikki's character in Ladybelle's post but as a part of the Miraculous cure, something all pairing miraculous's have to purify evils and darkness, it requires both parties to be present. Usually some form of touch or communication initiates the Miraculous cure

"Pound it!"

Chat noir can use his power alone to defeat evils but it's like cauterizing a wound. He doesn't figure this out for a bit.

I'll talk more about the miraculous cure in Ladybelle's post

This is still a part of the story I'm working on but:

the miraculous of destruction gets more powerful the longer the user wields it. With techniques and familiarity, Chat noir will be able to make black pockets of nothing just from a touch. Yes I'm including this from the concept art. Though he'll only get this later down the road

Chat noir is still a form of escapism to Adrien and part of his character arc is realizing he can't rely on it like that. A large part of adrien's character I'll talk about in adrien's post ties into Chat Noir too

I'm still figuring out some plot points for him so this is where I'll end this off. But I will say I'm planning on Chat Noir getting more time with the kwamis and more of a role in the Guardian arc and guardian stuff in general

#guardian marianne au #jotg au #journals of the guardian #chat noir redesign #miraculous ladybug rewrite #miraculous ladybug #chat noir #marichat #ladynoir #MDN art tag #my art #adrien agreste

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kbagraces · 3 months

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Curious Time - Lando Norris

Lando Norris x Singer!reader

Multiple part series where their friendship was easy, their feelings were confusing and the distance was the hardest <3

(3rd person perspective)

PART 1 -

INVISIBLE STRING

"All along there was some invisible string, tying you to me."

She met Pietra at a social event for rising stars and hit it off, the two of them had been completely joined at the hip from the moment they met. Until she met her now boyfriend Max, she was unbelievably happy for her when she found the love of her life, but as they grew closer, she felt as if she were vacant in her life for the first time since they met. That was until she introduced her to her boyfriends best friend Lando.

There was no one in the world like Lando, his child like energy she adored but also deeply admired his ability to switch to serious as soon as shrugged on his race suit. His passion for the sport was beautiful.

He admired her equally as much, she wasn't on the level of notoriety he was but her love for producing and singing was something he was envious of. She was one of the main reasons Lando dabbled in a short live career of DJing, spending countless days with her in the studio sparked the side hobby for him. However short winded it was he loved watching her craft and collaborating with her on his sometimes questionable beats.

Lando loved that she wasn't afraid of sharing her opinion with him either, jokingly jibing him suggesting that he should stick to the day job when another screech comes from his MacBook. In a career which can lead you to be surrounded by 'yes men' lando was grateful for her, she really was a breathe of fresh air to him in their nearly two years of friendship.

But that's all it was. A friendship. There had been a few drunk nights when he'd picked y/n up from parties with some work colleagues, a little too drunk and a little too lonely where their hands would wander a little too close as he guides her to his room. A cuddle in his super soft bed, his lips lingering on her shoulders as his large tee hangs off her frame. But nothing more. It was an unspoken rule between the two of them.

It was an extremely spoken about rule between y/n and her best friend however.

"Staying at the boyfriends still, I see" Pietra giggles over the phone. Her friends phone propped up against some random parcel on Landos desk, your make up scattered around infront of her. "Didn't fancy a hotel, no?"

"Haha, your jokes are hilarious as usual." y/n mocks, despite the laugh her face deadpanned.

"And no. 1. He's my best friend who I haven't seen in about 2 months and 2. Shut up he is here he might hear you." She lists, flicking mascara onto her falsies blending the two together.

"You worry too much, we say the exact same things to him."

Gliding the last coat of gloss over her lips she mumbles, "What time is the car coming to yours so I know what time to get my chauffeur out of bed?"

Despite the extra rooms at Lando's, Max and P decided to stay in a hotel not too far away. After all they are the ones in the actual relationship and need the privacy.

"Be here for 8, cars coming at 8:30 and we're meeting the girls at 9. I need to get a move on! Love you see you in an hour." She rambled not giving her enough time to reply as she's already hung up the phone.

Y/n had been at Lando's for nearly 2 weeks now glued to one another side in the days he's not keeping up with training or interviews for podcasts. She thought tonight she'd give him a couple hours to himself, get out of his and spend the evening with a couple of the girls.

Before waking him up she wanders over to one of his spare rooms which is now filled with her suitcases. Y/n was a notorious over-packer but she liked to be prepared for every possible scenario that she could ever face.

She opens one of the suitcases designated for going out wear and pulls out the two options folded on the top. Holding up both options, one a halter neck black mini dress and one a simple white maxi bandeau dress.

"The white one." A gruff voice appears from behind her. Her eyes widen but body staying still not letting him aware he'd startled her

She spins to see Lando shirtless, using both arms to hold him up against the door frame. His tanned muscles popping as he slightly swings too and throw.

"Ok Mr fashionista and why the white one?" Lando always gives advice on her outfits, but it's normally out of mockery telling her to cover up, jokingly normally followed with a suggestion of one of his papaya coloured hoodies.

"You've tanned nicely since being here. I just think the white is better for the summer." He states before leaving the room not allowing her to reply.

Since being here there had been a few more subtle compliments from him, which was rare between the two of them. Their friendship was filled with mockery and lightheartedness. His compliments or simple acknowledgments always take her slightly off guard, but she's aware there's no meaning behind them. He probably hadn't even thought twice about any of the things he'd said.

Slipping into the white dress as he'd suggested. She glanced in the mirror he'd brought into this make shift dressing room he'd allow you to take over. He was right. Her tan from being in the sun over here was complimented by the light material.

Despite it being the evening it was still humid, so she threw her hair into an intentionally messy claw clip and slipped on some strappy heels before joining lando in the living room now clad in a white t shirt and his favourite blue quadrant shorts.

He glances over at her, a smile adorning his lips as a subtle yet cocky acknowledgement that she'd listened to his choice.

"Our last week together and you're wasting it on the girls" he mocks a protein shake in his hand, making her assume he'd hit the gym with max after he'd dropped her off.

"I didn't think you'd care all that much. You've been sleeping the whole day!" Y/n joked. "I feel like I need to get out your hair even for a few hours. You've done so much for me over the past week, I can at least repay you by giving you a bit of peace!"

He glances at his phone, 7:50pm, "We should get going, can't have you being late to your girls night" his hands raise and mock a jazz hands motion as he says girls night.

With a roll of her eyes she follows him to his car, letting her pick which of his many she wanted to be taken in tonight. Always opting for his Lamborghini Aventador. As beautiful as his McLarens were the pair had both learnt that the orange wrap drew even more attention to the driver than his oh so simple Lambo.

Opening the door for her, she slide in sideways to low seats. The engine revs as he presses start, and gentle songs fill the car. One of her songs to be exact, her latest single, invisible string. Written with both Pietra and Lando in mind, the two most important people in her life. Pietra was aware and brought to tears when she found out she was dedicated this song. Lando was blissfully unaware that he was in mind as she put pen to paper.

"Liking the new single, huh?" She mocks nudging him gently with her elbow.

"I like everything you make. Your art is one of my favourite things about you" he says nonchalantly, looking past her to check for oncoming cars as he turn out of the road.

And there it is again a compliment she was far from expecting. Usually it'd be something along the lines of "it was getting no listens I was just pitying you" or "I usually skip this one".

She smiles, "thank you." Is all she can muster up as she plays with her nails in her lap. Y/n hates that simple recognition from him makes her feel this way.

They're nearing the hotel, grabbing her bag from the footwell. "Am I picking you up from here or straight from the restaurant?" He questions pulling the car to a halt outside the front of the hotel.

"From here please, I don't know if it's just dinner or P will peer pressure us going for more drinks."

Lando exhales from amusement knowing she would never say know to a party with Pietra.

"Ok y/n/n, just let me know. I'll be waiting."

She leans over to kiss him on the cheek, like the two always do before they depart. However his face also turns to do the same, leaving their lips brushing ever so quickly over one another before they both pull away, red flushing to the two of their faces.

"Anyway!" Her voice uneven and a little too loud, slightly echoing in the car.

"Thank you Lan, I'll message you later!" She hurries out the car exciting the tense air she'd just created. She leans in giving him one last awkward smile.

"Bye, you look beautiful, y/n/n." She heard as she slams the door shut.

Beautiful.

No, she thought. She must've imagined that.

Max meets her in the lobby, trailing behind as he rushes her to their room. Saying that P has some urgent hair related emergency.

Two cancellations of cars later, Pietras meltdown had finally been fixed and the pair were out the door.

"Let's get drunk!" She calls as she shuffles into the car.

Defiantly going to be a late one.

Masterlist

#lando norris #ln4 #lando norris x reader #f1

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ITS ME AGAIN, EXCEPT I DONT HAVE ENERGY FOR A FULL PIECE BUT!!! THIS EXTREMELY GOOD ADDITION ON THE HANAHAKI DISEASE DISCUSSION BY @instantartific INSPIRED ME TO DRAW!!!

as much as i love to bully rin with existential crisis and shit, i still think he'd be the last one to break down - but the first one??? to fall out of line??? to me its definitely eloni

as usual, me rambling under the cut!!

right off the bat, i do like to think a lot about how eloni sees himself as the weakest link of 1010 - entirely because he gets less fans. their entire existence revolves around entertaining, so if he cant even do that, then what's the purpose of him being around and all? its a very unfair way to live but it's not like they were even supposed to have opinions about it. and that's the beginning of his downfall. the fact that his popularity is affecting him on an emotional level when it shouldnt even be a THING. he already feels outdated, defective and more!!!

i also think that eloni is torn between the fear of being caught and the need to be seen. like, this is something brand new that's happening to him. he's an anomaly and one of a kind BECAUSE of these feelings. to a guy who rarely gets the chance to shine???? IMAGINE. IMAGINE WHAT THAT WOULD DO TO HIS ALREADY CRUMBLING IMAGE

like come on guys. there's a reason eloni is always paired up with haym. they're very cute together as a fun duo with fun dynamics, but in boybands, there's always that one guy who only serves to uplift others.

something something, sentience and self-awareness are a nightmare, it sucks that there's no one you can trust wholeheartedly (nym put this into cooler words, go read the linked post! go go go!) and the second you deviate, there's the immediate threat of being reset. all of you? gone. BUT THERE'S ALSO. THE POTENTIAL OF STANDING OUT

yes. he gets little sprouts and vines instead of specific flowers to really emphasize how much of a weak persona eloni believes he has. even if he's found out, it won't be grand. it will be a relief to him (or so he thinks) but he's certainly not going out with a bang. also the green plants blending in with his own designated color? there's another metaphor in there, i just cant put it into words!! small inconspicuous little things that amount to something extremely dangerous and painful!!!!

i imagine eloni sees this hanahaki disease as catharsis, since there's no way he could've ever voiced his feelings, the only way for him to be noticed is through an external force that's extremely hard to ignore. its eating him up from inside out, but in his eyes, it's fine because it gives the world an excuse to look at him

and in the event of yinu's mama straight up outing eloni to neon j or the others, i also think he'd have the most tame, accepting reaction to it? or like, not necessarily accepting, actually but resigned. part of him was anxiously waiting for it to happen, while also dreading this very moment

on the subject of the plant itself and how it coexists with eloni, i think that his vines and sprouts are very small very thin but that they're the most constricting things ever. like, they get EVERYWHERE in his joints. in every crevice and space available. whereas purlhew might instead just have an ungodly and suffocating amount of blue flowers located entirely in his chest cavity until he bursts. or haym might have very localized sprouts and blooms that just. pop. as if attuned to every feeling he's trying to repress. i dont know what zimelu has, but it needs thorns. and rin? well. WELL <3. ITS A POISONOUS PLANT FOR SURE <333

#no straight roads #no straight roads 1010 #nsr #nsr 1010 #nsr eloni #hanahaki disease #purinsu art #sorry im losing my mind over all this good writing i've been seeing and receiving #i specifically imagine eloni as the catalyst for everyone else #like. no one is surprised that its eloni. but it still serves as a way to remind the rest of 1010 #that theyre not safe #so to speak

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Eden’s Garden Mastermind Theory Ranking (Least to Most)

Greetings, Eden’s Garden fandom, and happy... uh... two days past the three month anniversary of the prologue release! I know I’m really late to the punch on this, but after thinking it over for a while I have ranked every student in Project: Eden’s Garden based on how likely I think it is that they are the mastermind. Also, I drew them all, because their designs are really cool. So, without further ado:

#16: Grace Madison

Out of all of the characters, I think Grace would be the most bewildering mastermind. This is the girl who screamed “get me out of here” so much that she got shocked, clubbed Tozu until he was writhing on the floor, and nearly got executed for it! She’s been shown to be violent, but not in a particularly manipulative or intellectual way. Yes, you could argue that all of that was an act, but she’s been shown as so honest and blunt that it makes me doubt whether she could really pull that off. I personally believe that Grace may make a deep run in this game (even to the point of being a survivor), but I can’t think of any particularly compelling reasons as to why Grace would be the mastermind.

#15: Jean DeLamer

So… it’s the pirate guy. No, a ship captain! Either way, I think Jean would be a pretty strange mastermind. To me, it feels like a mastermind Jean would have to lean into the sea aesthetic somehow, and given the locale and theming of Eden’s Garden Academy, I can’t see how that would tie in. The way that Jean portrays it, Ultimate Ship Captain is a title built on bringing people together. So, the writers would have a lot of work to do to justify him being someone who would lead his friends to tear each other apart. Overall, this seems pretty unlikely to me.

#14: Damon Maitsu

And here he is, our protagonist boy! While the protagonist being the mastermind certainly isn’t a foreign concept, I personally don’t think it’s what the Eden’s Garden writers were going for here. Protagonists secretly on the evil team, such as Hajime, are typically missing a lot of memories, and Damon doesn’t seem to be missing any more than the average student. It would certainly be bold to have Damon be an active and aware mastermind under the players’ noses for the entire game, but based on how difficult Kodaka has said it was to write just a single case in which the protagonist was a killer, I find it dubious that this is a realistic possibility. Personally, I also didn’t see any thoughts, actions, or dialogue of Damon’s that would indicate that this was the case. If something weird was going to happen to prevent Damon from being the long-term protagonist, I think it would more likely be a shockingly early death as either a victim or killer. However, I think that Damon has a great character arc set up before him, and that he’ll probably survive to the end as our innocent protagonist and POV character.

#13: Jett Dawson

Jett is pretty similar to Jean in that they’re both big, sociable guys with a seemingly killing-game-irrelevant talent. Because of that, it might seem strange that I put Jett above Jean, considering that he’s even sillier and dumber than Jean. However, I think that because of that, it would be more fun for him to have an eleventh hour heel turn and become the mastermind. I also think that him being sillier would allow him to better blend in as a simple comic relief character and believable survivor nearing the end game. And, of course, he’s wearing that mask, the taking off of which could be a fun twist in Trial 6. Despite all of this, however… he’s still 13th overall. And that’s because, overall, I still think it’s pretty implausible for our goofy, Scooby Doo-impersonating Jett to be the mastermind.

#12: Mark Berskii

I’m pretty indifferent on the concept of mastermind Mark overall. His alligator imagery is questionable, given his apparent personality; and having a tech-related talent could be helpful in creating a killing game, somehow…? But, he also seems pretty soft spoken and anxious during introductions, and more of a sarcastic straight man in the Class Trial, neither of which scream “mastermind” to me. Really, the most suspicious thing about him is that Damon specifically points out that Mark is staring at him on the train, and that Mark was sitting in the back of the train near the sleeping gas bag. Currently, I don’t really have anything that can argue him better or worse than 12th place.

#11: Eloise Taulner

Given how much Eloise has already demonstrated how much she cares about her family, I find it hard to believe that she would put herself in danger by placing herself in a killing game. But, on the other hand, maybe her family is her reason for starting the killing game in some twisted way, and her loyalty to them could explain her actions…? I can’t deny that it would be fun to see such a shy and sweet character flip in the final Class Trial to reveal her masterminding ways– sort of reminiscent of Mikan’s character flip, though hopefully on a more solid foundation. Fencing is also a violent talent, one that Eloise specifically pointed out is a calculated mental game more than a physical sport. However, I’m a pretty strong believer in early killer Eloise, so personally, I don’t think that she’ll make it late enough in the game for her being the mastermind to be a real topic of discussion.

#10: Ingrid Grimwall

Being the Ultimate Blacksmith, Ingrid has a weapons-based talent, specifically one that fits in with the old fashioned stylings of Eden’s Garden Academy. She thinks pretty highly of herself and her skills, and is shown to be flippant about safety laws when it comes to cleaning supplies. These traits, in my mind, make her a more viable candidate than Jett or Jean, but I just can’t shake the feeling that Ingrid would be a really random mastermind choice. I don’t know what her being the mastermind would say about her or people like her, or what it would add to the story and world development. Ingrid isn’t a terrible choice, but I think there are far better options to consider.

#9: Kai Monteago

Yes, Kai is incredibly silly, and I probably shouldn’t have even had him this high just due to how much of a meme it would be if he were the mastermind. But, I think that out of the more silly mastermind candidates, Kai stands out for one reason and one reason alone: attention. Kai has already presented himself as someone who wants everyone to know his name, and what better way to do that than slaughtering some of the country’s brightest? The way Kai initially resigned himself to being an observer of the practice Class Trial before jumping in and eventually providing a lot of commentary could speak to him being a fan of killing games or mysteries in a way he couldn’t manage to contain. And, look– I know that his behavior was probably just to communicate that even when he’s underinformed, Kai is still a chatterbox who wants to be the center of attention, alright? I know that he’s probably here primarily as comic relief, especially if he winds up an early death. But at least compared to most of the students ranked below him, I can imagine a point or message that the writers would be trying to convey about social media and fame with him being the mastermind. His other limiting factors prevent him from cracking the top half, but that alone gets him part of the way there in my list.

#8: Wenona

In terms of actual feasibility, Wenona has to be high up there on students who we know could logistically be the mastermind. Cited as a billionaire, I’m sure she has the resources necessary to run a large production such as this killing game, as well as a shrewd, business-oriented mind that could potentially diminish the value of people’s emotions and lives. Plus, depending on what the writers’ collective political leanings are, I could see some kind of message about the evils of capitalism cropping up if she was revealed as the mastermind. Ultimate Entrepreneur is a talent that Damon already respects, so there’s also potential for drama there if she turns out to be evil. So, after all of that, why don’t I have her higher? To be honest, I don’t know. To me, there’s just something about Wenona that makes me think she isn’t the mastermind. It’s not because she’s so sweet or innocent that I couldn’t believe that she could pull it off– to be honest, it’s the opposite. Even if Damon respects her talent, she came off as fairly antagonistic and cold to me in the prologue. If she is the mastermind, I would imagine that she’d keep that attitude throughout the rest of the game. Then, in Chapter 6, we’d be faced with the revelation that, wow, the mildly antagonistic character was actually a really antagonistic character all along! It just doesn’t seem like enough of a dramatic hook to me, I guess? There are a lot of good reasons why Wenona could be the mastermind, but for those reasons, I don’t think she’s it.

#7: Wolfgang Akire

Similar to Wenona, Wolfgang for me is hampered by the fact that he’s already been set up as Damon’s rival. A lot of people are already suspicious of Wolfgang in one way or another, so if he’s revealed to be the mastermind in the end, players might feel vindicated, but not necessarily surprised. That’s why, if Wolfgang is the mastermind, I think the most interesting thing the Eden’s Garden team could do would be to reveal him as such early. I’m talking, like, first Class Trial early. We’d get to see Wolfgang’s calculating mind openly act as the mastermind throughout the killing game, let the other students deal with repercussions of having their trusted leader be the mastermind for a while instead of just in the last chapter (after he may have already done some morally gray things), and explore what people would think about Bargain Bin Damon when they know that Wolfgang is the mastermind. Would they make Damon their new hero, now that they can’t rely on the Ultimate Lawyer anymore? Or would they distrust Damon, potentially thinking he’s working with Wolfgang? Wolfgang being the mastermind also has the benefit of his talent. Given that Damon is so good at Class Trials, I feel like pitting him against, say, the Ultimate Music Producer might be too easy of a fight for him. Lawyer vs Debater is something that would not only be an even match, but has already been set up and, in some ways, executed. For Wolfgang, I think there are a lot of ways that him being the mastermind could go “wrong,” but if the writers play their cards right, Wolfgang could be one of the most interesting and unique masterminds we’ve ever seen in a Danganronpa game, canon or fanon.

#6: Eva Tsunaka

While Eva has a blunt and cold personality, she has the benefit (as compared to Wolfgang or Wenona) of being a character that the player is supposed to feel aligned with. You wake up with her, you investigate with her, she’s the one to agree with Damon when he takes a stand against the common complacency at the end. A lot of people have compared playing as Damon to if we had seen Trigger Happy Havoc through Byakuya’s eyes, and in that case, I think that Eva would have to be our Kyoko. And, although Byakuya and Kyoko had their disagreements, if Byakuya were forced to designate someone as his support character, who could he really trust and intellectually respect enough besides Kyoko to give that title? I think Eva will be our support character of the game, which would only make it more devastating if she betrays us in the end. That would also be a pretty unique road to go down, as I don’t think I’ve ever seen a fangan in which the support character was actually the mastermind, as opposed to a traitor or garden-variety killer, especially in a situation where the protagonist isn’t evil as well. It would also be brutal to make the player confront the Ultimate Liar really being the untrustworthy mastermind all along, after we presumably come to trust and like her. Given the comparison to Kyoko, I think it’s more likely that Eva will not be evil, and instead have a character arc about opening up and being more vulnerable, potentially dying in a late chapter or surviving. However, I would be super excited to see what would happen if Eva were the mastermind, and especially how Damon would react to it.

#5: Desmond Hall

Desmond is this high on the list because, really, I can’t see any reason why he wouldn’t be the mastermind. He’s the Ultimate Marksman, a talent that’s obviously tied to killing and violence, especially when we already have guns at play from the practice Trial and Mara. And, yes, he claims to have never killed anyone himself before, but 1) that could be true and he still could be evil, or 2) he could just be lying. Along with Eva, Grace, Wolfgang, Toshiko, and Eloise, Desmond is one of the characters that you meet before entering the room that contains the other half of the cast, which automatically makes him stand out more as compared to those who were grouped together. He’s shown to have a chill personality, but in a way that (at least to me) could totally be an act. Or, he could even retain that cool attitude as the mastermind, but in a way that just makes him detached from caring about life or death. However, given that we don’t know much about him, I don’t have any particularly damning evidence that he is the mastermind, either. After getting an initial look at him, I really didn’t have any strong inclinations on where his character might go– early death, late death, survivor, what kind of arc he could go through, etc– which is what makes him a more compelling suspect, to me. I plan on keeping a close eye on Desmond to see if there’s any future evidence that swings my opinion of him in one direction or the other.

#4: Toshiko Kayura

Alright, raise your hand if you didn’t think that Toshiko seemed suspicious from the first time you saw her. Given that she’s introduced eavesdropping on your conversation and always conceals half of her face, it’s no wonder that she gave a lot of people bad vibes. While Ultimate Matchmaker might seem like a silly talent to give the mastermind, it could also be a ruse to distract us from the fact that Toshiko has a talent that allows her to read people well and make choices that will impact their lives dramatically. Toshiko obviously stands out from the rest of the cast due to her age, though some people might consider that a reason to avoid suspecting her. However, it’s not like the canon games have strayed away from evil children– in my opinion, Monaca is Danganronpa’s best written villain– and a 14-year-old mastermind could bring up a lot of interesting scenarios which haven’t been popularly explored. Maybe Toshiko has a point to make about child prodigies, and how putting so much pressure on someone to be talented at such a young age is bound to mess them up. Maybe Toshiko grew up in such a terrible, Tragedy-inflicted world that she would be more vulnerable to corruption than her older peers. Maybe killing games are a family business, and traditional Toshiko is being raised to carry on that ritual. On that last note, though, I do think that Toshiko is more likely to be a traitor type than a mastermind, assuming that a role like that exists in this game. I could definitely see her working under the influence of someone a little older and wiser, which is why she’s still only at 4th place. She did seem to have a genuine, screaming reaction when Cara’s fake body appeared, which also points to her not being the manipulator behind it all. Still, I’m wary of Toshiko’s cuteness, and will continue to keep an eye on her and her fan.

#3: Cassidy Amber

Out of all the comic relief-based characters, I think Cassidy has the best shot of being the mastermind. She has Kai’s media and fame angles with the added benefit of being someone who streams games. You know… like killing games! Through that hilarious ladder/stepladder reference, we even know that Cassidy is a fan of Ace Attorney, a trial-based mystery solving game. I think that if Cassidy is the mastermind, a great way to foreshadow it would be to use the games that she references to show the potentially dark subjects she’s into and how she could be blurring the lines between reality and a video game in her head. Similar to Wenona, we know that Cassidy could have the resources to pull off a killing game, even if she usually donates most of her proceeds to various charities. She could also potentially have Wenona’s political angle if the writers wanted to use a killing game to critique communism… somehow? (Personal leanings aside, I genuinely don’t know how a killing game would be a good metaphor for communism in any way. I also feel like Cassidy is a communist mostly for the meme.) An Ultimate Pro Gamer mastermind could also draw on the meta elements showcased in SDR2 and V3, given that Eden’s Garden is, y’know… a video game. While Damon is initially opposed to her after she starts calling him Bargain Bin (stirring up that drama for the viewers), I think it would still be surprising if she was the mastermind because of how hard she reads as a comic relief character. If she made it to the end, I think people would expect more of a Hiro than a Junko. However, that could be just the trick that the writers are trying to set up to make Cassidy a fun and surprising mastermind. But, that’s just a theory… a GAME(r) theory.

#2: Ulysses Wilhelm

I wasn’t all that sold on Ulysses being a good mastermind candidate before I watched Ocean Unknown’s video, Project Eden’s Garden: Who Is the Mastermind?, in which she laid out some really interesting reasons why Ulysses could be it. I’ll summarize her main points here, though, because it’s mostly those I agree with. First of all, Ulysses’ name means “wrathful,” something of note given how uncommon Ulysses is as a name in the modern day. His last name, Wilhelm, means “vehement protector.” While this sounds nice, he could just as easily be protecting his wrath, the legacy of the killing games, or something else evil like that. Secondly, some of the very first words to appear in the original trailer for Eden’s Garden are “HISTORY REPEATS,” which is obviously suspicious for the Ultimate Historian. Ulysses’ symbol is the owl, and while it can symbolize wisdom (befitting an academic like Ulysses), it also means death and bad luck in many cultures. Damon also makes a really interesting comment about one of the paintings in the hallway, a woman with an owl’s face, when you click on it: “Sheesh. Owls always gave me the creeps.” Why would the writers give Damon that character trait, knowing that they have a character symbolized by the owl, unless they were trying to foreshadow something? It could just be a joke about how some owls eat snakes (Damon’s symbol), but… isn’t that kind of suspicious, too? Ocean Unknown also pointed out that we never actually see what Ulysses is taking notes about, meaning that they could be about the killing game in some capacity, although that particular trait of Ulysses’ screams “victim’s unique truth bullet/trial mechanic” to me. Despite all of this, Ulysses isn’t my number one mastermind suspect just because I think he was a little too underdeveloped in the prologue to have a huge role later on. I think it would be really easy for him to fall into a victim role as a relatively unimportant character. However, that lack of focus could just as easily be a front to save Ulysses’ true nature for later on. Don’t sleep on the sleepy boy– he might just be the mastermind behind it all.

#1: Diana Venicia

What a shock: the number one most suspected character in Eden’s Garden is my number one suspect for being the mastermind! Who could have guessed? Although this does feel a little basic, there are just so many things that make Diana suspicious. First of all, she’s the Ultimate Cosmetologist, symbolized by the chameleon. This has obvious parallels to Junko and Tsumugi, two canonical masterminds with fashion-based talents who disguised themselves (Junko via Mukuro, and Tsumugi in chapter 6). The fact that the practice trial featured the hyper realistic mockup body could also be something that Diana did using her talent. Speaking of the body, Diana excused herself from investigating like Toshiko, but wasn’t shown to have the same panicked reaction that Toshiko, Eloise, Jett, or Kai did. That would make her uneasy reaction much easier to fake. Also, is it just me, or does she kind of look like Cara? Secondly, there’s the decal on her shirt that’s oddly reminiscent of the Hope’s Peak Academy logo. It lacks the Monokuma eye that would make it really suspicious, but it’s still notable that she nearly references Hope’s Peak in her core design. Diana has a bubbly and sweet personality that would make her seem innocent, but just like a good foundation, that could be a cover up. It would be a little strange to have the mastermind be, after age revisions, one of only two minors (Diana being 17), but again they could be making some sort of point or connection there. Really, the main thing that holds me back from believing that Diana is the mastermind is just that it seems so obvious that people would suspect her immediately, which takes away from some of the surprise. It almost makes me think that she might be part of the cast as easy mastermind bait as opposed to a true mastermind. But, it’s possible that they could go for something non-standard with her (like an early mastermind reveal, as I talked about with Wolfgang), or they may have hoped that people would get more tripped up by Diana’s cute demeanor and young age. I’d still say that Diana is my #1 mastermind candidate for now, but I’m excited to see whether my prediction is correct or if they’ll go for a different option.

#project eden's garden #eden's garden #damon maitsu #wolfgang akire #fanganronpa #project eden's garden spoilers #eva tsunaka #cassidy amber #desmond hall #diana venicia #eloise taulner #wenona #grace madison #ingrid grimwall #jean delamer #jett dawson #kai monteago #mark berskii #toshiko kayura #ulysses wilhelm #if you made it through that entire post and all these tags thank you so much for reading!#i started writing and drawing all this way closer to when the prologue came out but i've had so much work that i couldn't finish it up #anyways i wanted to add that i didn't rank the possibility of a seventeenth student or no mastermind/tozu just being the mastermind #bc i found it hard to rank that concept versus the more concrete reality of sixteen options #like is damon the mastermind versus is there no mastermind was just hard for me #also i fully acknowledge that i may be totally wrong! i'm half expecting to look back at this once the game is over/closer to over #and laugh at all the misconceptions i had #and if you have any personal theories or evidence... hit me up #fanart #my art

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magpiemagica · 6 months

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-Guide to Rainbow High G1.5-

Differences Between G1 and G1.5 dolls:

- There seems to be less of a focus on designer fashion. In leaks, multiple accessories are recolored and reused from other dolls. Not unheard of for fashion dolls but something Rainbow High is not known for doing.

- As far as we know (right now December 2023), Poppy Rowan seems to be cut from the main lineup. This kinda stung. I’m not a big Rainbow High fan (more of a ironic enjoyer) but Poppy was my favorite while watching the webseries. She was the only neurodivergent character (synesthesia) and was overall very cute 🦋💔

- All the main dolls being released in this new gen have forehead glitter. I think it is supposed to make them look more cohesive next to their new pets. I can see this giving ooak customizers some trouble. Along with the forehead glitter, the dolls also have tinsel in their hair (another inconvenience for many collectors and ooaks)

- The elephant in the room, the unicorn/hybrid pets. Based off of the latest webisode and YouTube shorts, these little shits (/j) seem to be a big part of the new series and are going to bring some fantasy elements to the brand (portals, magic eggs, etc.) Whether you find these creatures cute or not is really up to your personal taste and patience lol.

- The slime. The first line of new toys really focuses on slime play and creation. As someone who worked with kids a lot at the peak of the slime trend, I could easily see this going south for sales. Slime is messy, gets in the doll’s hair, is hard to clean up, and very frustrating for parents to deal with. Also collectors of what I’ve seen have little to no interest in the slime too. It could be a hit but I see it affecting the brand more negatively than positively.

- Change of setting. As of the day of posting this, Rainbow high has posted an YouTube short of Sunny jumping through a rainbow portal. Sounds like we might be leaving Rainbow High as a setting. I honestly have no clue where the new series will take place; I’m not too familiar with the “Poopsie Surprise universe”.

- Main character design changes. Amaya (based off of the leaks) has changed the most in fashion and appearance. She now has reverted back to her white and rainbow hair (emphasis on the rainbow). Her clothing is also much more in your face with the rainbow theming. If you are a fan of Amaya in Moschino, don’t worry, she still has a brand inspired bag.

- New webseries. On leaked dolls, there is a sticker “as seen on Rainbow World”. I guess Rainbow World is the name of the new series that will be dropped. It is unsure whether Netflix will pick it up this series like they did with Rainbow High. The webisodes will most likely be posted on the YouTube channel.

- No wrist articulation. Is exactly what it sounds like. The new dolls will not have wrist articulation like the Rainbow Junior High.

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Personal Questions and Concerns For the Series:

- What happens to Shadow High? Will any of characters we know come through the portal with the Rainbow High students? Or will they just disappear from the series as a whole?

- Will members of the main cast missing from the leaked line up be included in this new series like Poppy or Bella?

- How much will the doll prices differ?

- What new characters will be introduced in this portal world?

- What will the plot be and how will the show runners keep the world engaging?

- I am concerned about the characterization of the main cast. Rainbow High was relatively grounded before and now with all of these magic elements getting introduced, I’m worried some of the characters might all blend together in order to focus on the pets. Also just general character butchering.

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Overall, I just wanted to make this post as a general summary of what is going on with Rainbow High right now as a doll brand. There is a lot of different information and I wanted to throw it all in one place for people who aren’t super up to date on this kinda stuff. This is a kind of doll rebranding you don’t really see everyday and I want to document it.

Posted December 12, 2023

#magpieposting #dollblr #rainbow high #shadow high #fashion dolls #dolls #mga #mga entertainment #collect the rainbow #doll collector

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2. The Date

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Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x slight Marc Spector

Warnings: 18+ smut, just some making out (the good stuff is coming, so excited for you to read the next chapter oh my gosh)

Summary: Constantly kissing your cute neighbor Steven doesn't make him any less mysterious.

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Notes: Thanks for all of your support! I get very happy every time I read your reactions to the fics, makes me want to write more and more! So, comments or suggestions are always welcome <3

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So… you might be as into your cute neighbor Steven as he’s into Ancient Egypt. Maybe even more.

As you get ready for tonight's first formal date, you try not to think about all the other casual friendly dates you've had already. Because just the recall of it it’s giving your heart palpitations.

But even as you try to focus on something else, you can’t help looking back to that first bookshop date. Where you had to whisper close to each other due the book club meeting that was taking place in the store. Where you could smell his earthy cologne and fresh clean clothes blending with the dry scent of paper.

Your heart races just by remembering the way Steven kept looking at you, almost like he couldn't believe you were right there next to him. How he tried to hide his nervousness by pretending to be reading book titles every time you caught him staring at you.

Or that other date, a few bookshops after, the one in which you were in front of a massive table displaying bestsellers with discount stickers and one of them caught your attention.

It was a poorly designed erotica book cover featuring two impossible muscular werewolves and what seemed to be a half-naked mermaid, behind them a very obviously suggestive bed on fire.

This genre should have an annual cover contest, you thought running a finger over the cover.

The movement must have caught his attention.

“Do y-you like lovey-dovey literature?” he asked in a soft almost chocked voice, catching you off guard.

Lovey-dovey. Is even possible to be that cute? The butterflies made you giggle against your will.

Before you could reply he affirmed: “Your laugh must be the prettiest sound in the world.” His voice firmer that second time.

You were the one left breathless after that.

But even if you try not to think about it, there are little things scattered all around your flat that remind you of him. Like that street artist’s little canvas you saw once on display on your way back home after having coffee together, he bought it for you a few days later because you told him it evoked a landscape you enjoyed on a happy vacation as a kid. The Introduction to Mythology book that he lent you, asking you to let him know whenever you get to the moon gods part. The hippo stuffed animal called Taweret he brought you from the museum, even when he doesn’t work there anymore. Or the pyramid of Giza souvenir placed in a special spot on your bookshelf, from that morning he came to you apologizing for the jilted date, briefly explaining to you he went urgently to Egypt but without giving too much away about why he had to.

That reminds you that even when he’s sweet, open, and thoughtful, there’s still some air of mystery around him. You have the feeling that there are some significant information blanks you don’t yet get to fill. And you always have that fact at forefront of your mind until you see him and he says something incredibly distracting and sweet and all you can focus on is controlling your reactions to what he does and what he says.

Exactly what happened when he asked you out a few days ago.

“I’ve been—I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now”, he mentioned one morning when you ran into each other in the hallway. “There’s a new vegan restaurant in the suburbs that’s getting quite good reviews, you know? And I thought we could get a cab and—what I mean to ask you is that I would… I would like to take you out for—for dinner.”

“Sure, sounds good” you answered with a smile. You didn’t give it much thought, you’ve been going out visiting museums, bookshops, and cafes for weeks now.

But that wasn’t it enough for him. He wanted to make it clear.

“I’m—I’m asking you out. I’m asking you out on a date. A date-date. If… if you are interested, of course. If you’re not t-that’s alright.”

Oh.

You weren't expecting such a straightforward Steven so early in the morning. It short-circuited your brain for a second.

“I am.”

“Yeah?” He returned softly like he wasn’t expecting you to say yes. His growing radiant smile debilitating in an addictive way.

It filled you up with the urge to make him happy just to get to see him smiling that same way over and over again.

Gentle knocks on your door interrupt your thoughts. An adrenaline rush spreads over your body as you open it.

“Hey, neighbor.”

He’s dressed all black and handsome.

“Bloody hell, you look astonishingly pe—”. He spouts as soon as he sees you, but then he seems to listen a voice in his head telling him to back up a little. “You look beautiful,” he corrects a second later with sincere eyes.

And everything’s perfect, all giggles, blushes, stolen glances, and almost-touching hands… that is, until you get to the new restaurant and there’s a 2-hour waiting list to get a table.

“No!,” he pleads heartbroken at the hostess. “Really?”

Once you’re outside you take a look around, there are no more restaurants in plain sight. Just a few remaining open fast-food places and a nearby park. You turn around to find a sad-puppy eyes Steven looking at you.

“I’m so sorry!—I’m so sorry I didn’t check out first! I just blew off our date, didn’t I? Bloody idiot I am. How could I not che—”

“Hey Steven, it’s ok. We can find something… maybe some burgers?”

“Burgers? But I wanted it to be special for you.”

He wanted this date to be special for you. He says it so casually, yet the words go straight to your heart.

You can’t help but be as upfront with your emotions as he is.

“It’s special as long as I’m with you.” You concede, holding his stare long enough to see his cheeks get a light pink glow. The radiant smile appears a few seconds after.

“Let’s find some burgers,” he says daring to softly hold your hand for the first time.

Well, you don’t find burgers but you do find vegan pizza. And now you’re eating it at the park because the pizzeria was about to close when you got there and he’s still holding your hand and now you’ve felt his touch you crave for more. You’re dying to be closer, to rest your head on his shoulder, to caress his curls away from his face, to lean in and brush his fingers against his tanned skin.

Yet you hold back because everything feels perfect just as it is and you’re scared to ruin it.

Until he inclines, examining your eyes.

“Has anyone told you that your eyes sparkle in the moonlight?”

He’s closer than he's ever been, your pulse starts racing.

Why does he have to smell so good? So right?

On purpose, your lips brush his ear as you whisper to him, desperate to feel him any way you can. “That's the fourth time you’ve complimented me today.”

That’s it for him. Shivers running down his spine, light-headed, and eyes closed, Steven angles his face, his lips almost coming against yours.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your lips part, the answer stuck somewhere in your throat.

And your heart —your poor heart— lost it at the total surrender in his voice. At the unfiltered need you hear.

“Please?” he asks again, softer this time.

Unable to stop yourself and before you could even process it your lips are on his. The absence of an answer makes him gasp in your mouth. The sound seeping deep, deep inside of you.

At first, his kiss is soft, slow, taking his time exploring you. But then his body is coming against yours, seeking anything you’d give him.

And you think you might be dreaming again because you’ve been wanting him for months now and the way his hands are tenderly holding you as close as you let him, the way his warmth is spreading over your skin everywhere you’re touching, god, the noises he’s making, it’s all too good to be true.

So you take both of you back to soft. Sweet. Light. And then you step back a bit to get some air into your lungs.

“That was.. that was lovely. Perfect. You are perfect” he says before chasing your lips one more time, as drunk on your touch as you’re on his, barely giving you any time to breathe.

You giggle on his lips, this is real. And he’s giggling too, happy. Kissing your cheek, your jaw, your lips again.

“I would kiss you forever if you’d let me, love.” He breaths as you trail your fingers through his hair and then around his neck until they came down to rest on his strong chest. He melts under your touch, still panting.

And he does.

He’s kissing you all the time.

Every date you’ve had after the date it’s been filled with an ever-increasing number of compliments, kisses, and soft touches that always leave you breathless and yearning. Every time you share more of your time with him, to the point he’s quickly becoming a part of the little daily domestic things like when he crosses the hall to eat breakfast with you or when you’re cooking dinner together or, later, when you’re washing the dishes laughing over something silly either of you just said.

Like now that he has offered to wash your hair after you’re done bleaching a little stripe, just for the pleasure of doing so intimate yet simple.

You look at him through the mirror. He looks very focused on the task he’s doing. Almost like helping you wash your hair was something very important for him and doesn’t want to mess it up.

“Am I doing it all right, love?”, he asks smiling hesitantly.

He puts so much care and love into any little thing he does that you can’t even think he could do anything wrong at all.

“More than all right,” you smile back at him through the mirror. His smile grows and you melt into your seat.

Once your hair is completely wet, he starts applying the shampoo. And oh, his hands are so, so soothing, so comforting. He is touching you like you were something very precious and delicate that he could easily break at the slightest carelessness.

You can’t help but hum in pleasure at the way the gentle press of his fingers feels against your scalp.

“I know” he whispers, out of breath.

You don’t even realize you had closed your eyes until he abruptly stops.

When you open them he is staring at you through the mirror. But there’s something different. He holds your stare for a second and then his gaze fall into his hands in your head, nearly lost.

His eyes that shined like a clear sunny sky just moments ago, now give the impression there’s a storm forming inside them.

You don’t know why but the change makes your heart race.

“Are you ok?” you ask.

His eyes make contact with yours across the mirror once more. It seems like he has a million different answers to give you. But then he just nods slowly, returning to the massage of your scalp a second later.

You think you are imagining it, but there is certain vehemence in the way he is touching you now, you don’t know what you would call it but it carries less indecisiveness and more eagerness. There’s even a little frown that you don’t think have seen in him before. He almost looks in pain. And even when your hair is more than clean by now, he doesn’t stop.

“Steven?” you ask, placing your hand on one of his.

That seems to break the bubble he was in. His hands leave your scalp, you look at him in the mirror but he refuses to make eye contact.

He gives a step back, his hands full of foam and little white bubbles. You stop for a moment at the thought that even his posture seems to be somehow different. But you get distracted by the way he is pushing his head down into your neck, his sigh sending goosebumps all over your skin.

After a second he places a soft kiss between your shoulder and your neck.

And for some reason —maybe because of the brief touch of his tongue over your skin that feels like he was savoring it for the first time— the kiss feels unlike any other kiss you’ve shared with him till now.

“I'll be right back,” he mutters leaving the bathroom.

When he comes back, a few moments later, it’s like nothing happened. He excuses himself by saying he needed a glass of water but you know, you know there’s more than that. You just don’t have any idea what could it be.

He continues with the task ahead in silence, meditative. Just once your hair is wrapped in a towel he speaks again.

“Have you—Have you had time to read the book I lent you, love?”

The question catches you off guard.

“Uh… I'm still not in the part you want, why?”

He thinks something and then silently nods to himself, gaining determination.

“There are some things you need to know.”

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Hi, do you know any games that include traversal/spatial puzzles? Say, a character needs to figure out how to get from point A to point B in a room that has a certain sequence of puzzles: find this ball, take that ball to another room, jump over an abyss to get the ball into some slot, and a door opens. Something like in Darksiders 2 video game or other action-adventure games.

THEME: Spatial Puzzles

Hello friend! I have a feeling most of this recommendation list is going to be dungeon crawlers, because those games have so many pieces that emulate the levels of action-adventure games. The OSR has a lot of stuff that you’re probably going to like, but I think I can also include a few games that explore dungeons in different ways, in case you want some additional rules alongside your dungeon exploration. Also, keep in mind that there are a lot of system agnostic dungeons out there that can be used for a lot of different kinds of games, so even if there’s a game that doesn’t have a lot of adventures pre-written for you, they might still be a good fit for these pre-written dungeons!

Forgotten Ballad, by coolwayink.

Forgotten Ballad is a minimalist Adventure Game - TTRPG, if you prefer - heavily inspired by The Legend Of Zelda series and the OSR movement. Its simple system uses only d6 and is built around the character's items and inventory, encouraging creativity and exploration based on how the players describe their approach to problems.

This game is an excellent example of the core pillars of the OSR movement, and draws inspiration from one of the most iconic action-adventure games with especially memorable dungeons. It’s a beautiful game and while the base game has only one starting dungeon to work with, it also includes tables to help you generate your own dungeons, as well as links to supplements such as Sudden Swamps and Buried Power, which are (respectively), a goblin dungeon and a procedural adventure/dungeon-creator.

If you want a taste of the rules before picking up the full game, you can also check out the pamphlet version of the rules!

Derelict Delvers, by Cezar Capacle.

Derelict Delvers is a thrilling, action-packed sci-fi roleplaying game that immerses players in a struggle for survival and profit. The game takes place in a galaxy overrun by monstrous alien creatures, who have destroyed humanity's peaceful exploration and diplomatic efforts.

The players take on the roles of elite space troopers, scientists, and engineers who must explore derelict spaceships and space stations in order to scavenge for supplies, salvage for weapons and valuable resources, and ultimately, hunt down the monsters that threaten the very existence of mankind. They are a team of skilled specialists, who are on a mission to help humanity, but also themselves.

With a unique blend of fast-paced combat and challenging perils, players will have to work together (or alone!) to overcome the dangers of the derelict ships and outsmart the deadly aliens lurking within. They will also have to make difficult decisions that will affect the outcome of their missions, their potential profits, and their very survival.

This game can be played GM-less or even solo, but I can see it being useful for dungeon design due to the roll tables that help the GM put the rooms of the empty spaceships together. I can even see the tables being useful for other space horror games, such as Mothership. You roll for the room shape, as well as for the difficulties plaguing each room. The attached actual play on the game page showed the creation of a room with blocked vents, a jellyfish monster, and a radiation leak, which all probably need to be dealt with before the characters can move on to the next room.

Fight, Item Run, by Whimsy Machine.

Fight Item Run is a Powered by the Apocalypse tabletop roleplaying game that smashes action-packed combat and magic together with dynamic character and relationship exploration. The party begins in a chamber and there are monsters; once they’ve defeated the monsters, they proceed to the next chamber where there are more monsters. Chambers also have items, treasures, puzzles, and mysteries. When the party has collected the adequate gear to advance to the next level of the dungeon, they come to the chamber with the passage, staircase, portal, or alien warp pad to continue forward.

This game is dungeon-crawling as well as Powered-by-the-Apocalypse, which is a really interesting mix for me. It’s inspired by platforming and action-adventure games, and has a unique method of encouraging the group to collaborate in dungeon design, at least to some extent. When it comes to theme and atmosphere, the group is encouraged to collaborate - do they want to explore a crashed spaceship? A volcano temple? An icy cave system?

However, the chambers of the dungeon have special advice for the GM. There’s a whole section on creating puzzles, including 6 different puzzle types, and a series of steps to generate puzzles in the dungeon that you’re exploring. Players will have to use different moves to engage with these puzzles, such as Apply Force, Manipulate Components, or Navigate Danger. On top of this, you can populate your dungeon with monsters, sages, and key items.

The Tomb of Xul Lan Kwat, by Madeline.

10,000 years ago the god-queen Xul Lan Kwat was buried here, but now her leaking dreams threaten the world above. Animals and people awake to their skin paling, their hair falling out, their eye sockets closing over. You have been given a lead-lined chest in which you must seal the god- queen’s brain and heart to stop the flow of dreams.

This is a stat-less dungeon like I mentioned in the introduction to this rec post. It’s 7 pages long, with a grid map and details for each room. Some of the obstacles in this dungeon are combat related, such as mushroom women or pale monkeys. However, there are also interesting features such as mirrors that can give you a sneak peek into other rooms, sudden loss of vision, and crystals that could fall on curious, unsuspecting adventurers. I’d recommend using a game like Cairn or Durf for this. Cairn fits the gritty tone, and gives the GM a lot of freedom on how to adjudicate challenges, and Durf gives you a bunch of example NPCs that you can use as templates for the creatures you find in other system-agnostic settings.

Tomb of a Thousand Doors (Mausritter), by ManaDawn Tabletop Games.

Gather up picks and shovels and prepare packs as you delve deep into the forgotten stronghold of a mad mouse king - the Tomb of a Thousand Doors. A megadungeon for the rules-light fantasy adventure roleplaying game Mausritter.

It’s a deep and dark dungeon down there, and it will not be fair on a little mouse. But if you are cautious and maybe a bit daring and reckless, you may be able to retrieve unnumbered riches. And if you delve for long enough, you may just uncover the greatest treasure of all mousekind.

This dungeon is so big I think you could probably run an entire Mausritter campaign in here, and each mini-dungeon has its own unique pieces. I stopped at a random one, and landed on the Chamber of Flames: 8 octagonal connected chambers, walled with mirrors, with traps that shoot flames through each archway if you step too heavily on pressure tiles. I can see the players trying to figure out ways to avoid walking on the tiles, or making themselves super-light in order to get to the end of this tunnel.

As a system, Mausritter is fairly light in rules, so it’s easy to learn, and the emphasis on inventory means that your characters will have to learn how to use what’s in their toolbox to help them get from point A to point B. I think it’s got a lot of what you’re looking for because on top of this Megadungeon, there’s plenty of other Mausritter supplements to explore and enjoy.

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JJBA Yandere Scenario: Jealousy (The Jo-Foes) Diego (with Outlaw Reader)

**Note: Been a while I know. I’m not sure I have a great grasp on Diego’s character here, but I tried. If this seems rushed and jumbled I’m sorry. This particular story was cobbled together from two different ideas and it might seem a little weird. Sorry this took so long to get out, too. I’ve been occupied with other things lately. I also didn’t do much in the way of proofreading this, so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mishaps. I’ll fix any that I find later. I just wanted to get this one out there as I was overdue for another fic. The next chapter of “Kinder Than Love” will be out soon for those of you that follow that story. **

Diego wasn’t too proud to admit to himself that he adored you. He should be angry at allowing himself to catch feelings when he had more important things to worry about. He had hired you in secret to keep tabs on Valentine and make sure that the underhanded politician kept his side of their bargain and didn’t do anything shady behind his back. He didn’t trust that frilly fop any more than he was willing to let Johnny Joestar win the race. Naturally, he couldn’t take part in the race while also keeping an eye on Valentine. You were also meant to spy on Joestar and Gyro and let him know what they were up to. Having you around had already made his life much easier... and a lot more fun.

Diego hired you due to your strange ability to hide in plain sight. You had no Stand that he was aware of, but you had an uncanny, almost supernatural ability to blend into your surroundings in such a way that you could be standing right beside someone and they would never notice that you were there. Diego thought that you would make a wonderful assassin. Unfortunately you had no interest in such things. It was a shame. There were quite a few people on Diego’s “to be eliminated” list. Ah well. It was far better to handle one’s enemies on one’s own terms anyway.

Diego admired your survivalist spirit. You were practically one with nature and exemplified the notion of “kill or be killed”. But you were willing to take a life only if it was absolutely necessary. It was the one flaw Diego saw in your otherwise perfect design. There were other little things that you did that drew him to you but the main thing about you that he loved was… a little bit twisted.

He loved the fact that he had you trapped. You didn’t know it yet, but he had you in a deceitful snare that you would never, ever be able to escape from. You would not know the nature of that snare until many months into the race, when an unforeseen change in the weather and damage to the area due to the resulting storms caused the race to be postponed for a few days.

It was then that you met the strange, but sweet soul who you came to know as Mr. Le Mans. While you prided yourself on your ability to be unnoticeable even in a crowd, Le Mans noticed you when no one else did. Every time he stepped into the saloon where you were having your meals, his eyes would zero in on you. He would come over to your little corner where you hid to have your meals, and the two of you would talk.

At first it made you very uncomfortable. Diego had made it expressly clear that he didn’t want you talking to anyone. You were supposed to remain as a living shadow, moving through the crowds, blending in, and never doing anything to call attention to yourself. Not only that, but due to certain unpleasantness from your past, you couldn’t afford to have anyone get too close to you. You tried to get away from him a few times but, you found yourself beginning to crave the attention he gave you.

It had been ages since anyone had a real conversation with you (that didn’t involve something shady). You found that you rather enjoyed talking about mundane things like the weather, food, and local landmarks. After years of living on the outskirts of society, never allowing yourself to mingle with others, and becoming something like a living ghost while surrounded by people, it felt nice to have someone do something as simple as notice that you were there.

You didn’t realize how lonely you were until Le Mans entered your life. You’d only known him for a few days and already you were beginning to feel attached to him somehow. Diego was less than pleased. He walked into the saloon one day, spotted you and Le Mans sitting and chatting together, and gave you such a scathing look that you felt as if you'd actually been slapped. That night, he found you at your usual camping spot outside of town, and verbally ripped into you.

“What the hell are you thinking?!” he hissed. “You’re supposed to be laying low, not getting chummy with the locals! If anyone realizes that you’re working with me, it could put all of my plans in jeopardy! You stay the hell away from the dandy or you’ll find yourself out of a job!”

That’s what led to you meeting Le Mans in secret. What Diego didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you. Unfortunately for you, Diego did know. He knew all about you and Le Mans and your secret rendezvous. He also knew about how Le Mans pressed an adoring kiss to your lips at the end of each of your meetings. The thought of someone else kissing you caused him to go absolutely feral. The image of Le Mans’ filthy mouth tainting your precious lips played over and over again in his mind until his vision blurred and he could feel his teeth lengthening inside of his mouth. Even as he lurched into the wilderness, hunched over like a beast on the hunt, he couldn’t erase the image of your flustered face from his mind.

They found what was left of Le Mans a day later. A bear got to him, so they said. You were stunned. Just as soon as you found the slightest spark of joy, life came along and snuffed it out completely. It was karma, you supposed. You didn’t deserve any joy really. Not after the things you’d done. Though, Le Mans didn’t deserve to die in such a way; partially eaten by some wild animal…. What a horrible way to go. You spent the next few days sobbing in your dark corner of the saloon. No one came to comfort you. No one even looked your way. It was like nothing changed. People passed you by as if you weren’t even there. You’d gone back to being unnoticed and overlooked. It didn’t bring you the feeling of safety that it used to. Now, you just felt miserable and more lonely than you ever thought possible.

The damage from the storms had finally been cleared and the Steel Ball Run race was no longer being delayed. Diego would be leaving the little town along with the other racers, and you would be expected to follow after him. And so you did. Your half blind mule was nowhere near as fast and agile as some of the race horses, but he made up for it with his ability to sniff out shortcuts through rougher terrain and his sure-footedness. If anyone spotted you they would assume that you were just some wandering vagrant and nothing more. They wouldn’t suspect you to be a spy or have anything to do with the Steel Ball Run race. They wouldn’t even bother to approach you, much less think to question you.

It had been at least three days since you’d been back on the trail. Your mule managed to find a nice spot that overlooked the Joestar group’s camp and was situated in a way that prevented them from seeing your own campfire. From your vantage point, you could use your binoculars to watch what they were doing. While you were too far away to hear them, you could read their lips. So far Joestar was being sarcastic and the Zeppelli fellow was making jokes about his steel balls. So nothing special. You sighed, lowered your binoculars, and leaned back against a rock. You looked up into the starry sky and thought about Le Mans for the hundredth time that day. You’d been thinking about him alot lately. You’d only known him briefly, but got so attached to him in that short amount of time. You sighed again, closed your eyes for a moment, and did your best to choke back the tears. You wouldn’t cry again. It took so much out of you when you did. You missed Le Mans. You missed him very badly. You glanced back down at the Joestar group only to see that they had gone to sleep for the night. You may as well do the same.

The sound of your campfire being stirred startled you. You turned to look to your right only to get startled again to see that Diego was sitting next to you, poking your fire with a stick.

“M-Mr. Brando!!” You cried and he chuckled at your shocked expression.

“Some spy you are.” he teased. “You let me sneak right up on you. Not only that, but you were letting your fire go out. You must be awfully distracted tonight if you’re that unaware of your surroundings.”

He snapped the stick he was using to poke the fire in half and tossed it into the flames. Then he turned to you with a smirk.

“Tell me what it is that has you so preoccupied.” he said, leaning towards you.

You scooted back from him, feeling very uncomfortable. You didn’t know what it was but Diego’s presence had you on edge. He often visited your camp to hear what you had to say about either Valentine or Johnny Joestar, so it wasn’t as if his arrival was unusual… but something about him felt different tonight. He always seemed to have an air of danger around him, but tonight that air of danger felt downright deadly. You looked away from him, not willing to spill your personal thoughts to him.

“I don’t have any information for you, tonight.” you said, attempting to change the subject. “Joestar and Zeppelli haven’t done anything out of the ordinary lately…”

Diego interrupted you.

“I didn’t come here to talk business. Not tonight.” he said.

He moved around you so that he was once again in your line of vision. He was smiling in a way that made your stomach knot up.

“W-what did you c-come to talk about then?” you asked, dreading the answer.

“About us,” he answered. “About you and me…”

You looked up at him in confusion.

“About us? What about us?” You asked.

“First let’s talk about you. I bet I can guess as to what you were thinking about before I snuck up on you…”

And he was back on that topic again. You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself.

“I don’t really want to talk about that.” you said.

He ignored you completely.

“You were thinking about that dandy boy again, weren’t you. What was his name again? Leemen? Layman?”

“Le Mans,” you corrected. “Please, I really don’t want to talk about…”

He cut you off again.

“I know it must be hard losing someone like that. Especially, when you seemed so fond of him…”

Your irritation flared and you stomped your booted foot on the ground.

“Mr. Brando! I said I didn’t want to talk about it!” you shouted.

“Shhhhhh,” he shushed you and suddenly he was holding your hands in his gloved ones, gently rubbing his thumbs against your knuckles.

The action startled you and your anger was forgotten. His eyes had taken on a soft look that caught you off guard and shocked you into silence. Never since you’d known him had Diego Brando appeared soft or comforting in any way. He was either cold and calculating or a beacon of hate and rage. This was a side of him you’d never guessed existed. You made a slight attempt at pulling your hands out of his, but he used the opportunity to pull you closer to him. You found himself staring into his eyes for a moment. Finding the situation far too intimate, you turned away from him, staring at the ground instead.

“Listen to me,” he began. “I understand. I do.”

You looked back up at him.

“Understand?” you questioned.

He offered you a gentle smile.

“Yes. I understand what it means to lose someone, believe me.” he said and his eyes grew distant for a moment.

“It’s not easy is it?” he said.

“Mr. Brando… what are you getting at?” you asked.

“You’re lonely, that’s what I’m getting at.” he said.

You pulled yourself out of his grasp feeling that the situation was becoming a bit too intimate for your tastes.

“Come now, don’t be that way.” he said with a light chuckle.

He moved closer to you and you shied a little further away from him.

“Fine, be the shrinking violet if you want, but hear me out.” he said, growing slightly annoyed with your standoffishness.

“I know it’s been hard for you and I can’t imagine how it feels to have to skirt around on the outside of civilization unable to connect with anyone. You must feel like some kind of outcast. I can’t imagine how lonely it gets…”

He took a single step closer to you and you froze. You understood now. You knew exactly what he was trying to say. In the time that you’d been working for him, Diego had become more and more “friendly” with you. Then came the complements, the gifts of supplies and equipment… it was Diego that bought you the binoculars that you’d been using. At the time you thought he was just giving you a means to better do your job, but when you thought back to some of his other behaviors, (how close he sat to you when he came to hear your reports, the pet names and out-of-nowhere complements, and the nasty looks he gave you when he saw you with Le Mans) you realized that there was far more to it than that.

Diego was crushing on you. Very badly.

He suddenly had his arms around you and was pressing you into his chest. Panic rose into your chest and you tried to push away, but he tightened his hold on you.

“If you stay by my side, you’ll never have to be lonely again.” he whispered into your ear.

You managed to rip yourself out of his arms.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Brando,” you said, straightening yourself out and trying to quell the panic that was swelling up in your heart. “I just don’t have those kinds of feelings for you.”

Diego's reaction was not what you expected.

He stared at you with a blank expression for a moment before his lips stretched into a wicked grin. Then he laughed. He laughed and laughed until you started to become even more uncomfortable than you already were. After a few minutes of this, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“What’s so funny?!” you demanded.

Diego managed to reign in his laughter long enough to answer you.

“It’s funny…” he started, wiping tears from his eyes. “It’s funny because you think you actually have the right to refuse me.”

You raised your eyebrows, stunned at the audacity of the statement.

“Excuse me?” you said with disgust in your voice. Your panic was very quickly turning into anger. “Did you just say that I don’t have the right to refuse you?”

Diego merely grinned at you.

“I most certainly do have the right to refuse you! What makes you think YOU have the right to tell ME who I can and can’t refuse?”

Diego’s grin seemed to stretch to the far reaches of his face for a split second and there was a flash of something utterly inhuman in his eyes. It shocked you right out of your tantrum. Your anger dissipated and slowly went back to panic. When Diego spoke again, your panic turned into pure horror.

“No, you don’t have the right to refuse me, sweetheart.” he said in a mockingly soft tone. “You can’t refuse me, because if you do, a certain event from your past is going to make national news.”

Event from your past? He couldn’t mean… Oh no.

“Go on,” he said with a chuckle. “Ask me what I’m talking about.”

No, no, he couldn’t be talking about that, you tried to reassure yourself. I’ll play dumb. I’m not going to let him know he’s affecting me…

“What ARE you talking about?” you asked, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

“Oh nothing much.” he said. “Just a little bank robbery that happened a few years back… a bank robbery that you were involved in… a bank robbery that cost a little boy his life. Ring any bells?”

No.

NO!

He knew!

He KNEW!!!

Eight years ago, before you got involved with Diego, you had been a part of a gang of criminals that terrorized the state. You left them after an incident that made you question everything that you’d done up to that point. It was just supposed to be a bank heist. You were supposed to go into the bank, wave some guns around, demand the money, and leave. You hadn’t expected the sheriff and a posse of deputized locals to show up and try to stop you. There had been a shootout in the streets. A child ran into the crossfire in a panic, trying to get to his mother. He was killed. Shot in the head… by you. You killed that child right in front of his mother. You panicked and fled, leaving your allies behind to fend for themselves. You didn’t escape unscathed, however. A bullet grazed the side of your face, mutilating your ear in a way that would instantly give you away if anyone saw the wound. It was the reason you always wore your hair down. It covered your mangled ear and prevented anyone from relating you to the robbery.

At least you had hoped that it would.

Stubbornly, you continued to play dumb.

“I’m not sure what you could be referring to.” You said. “Though if I was involved in such a thing, you have no proof of it.”

Diego cocked his head to the side in a playful manner.

“Oh don’t I?” he said.

Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest and your body felt like someone had just doused you in ice water.

“I remember reading about it in the paper. The sheriff said that only one of the robbers got away. But not before he shot them in the ear…”

Your blood ran cold.

He reached out, pulling your hair away from your right ear. You were frozen to the spot. You could only look up at him with wide eyes as you began to tremble like a scared mouse. He examined what was left of your ear, making note of the scar across your head and your missing helix and antihelix.

“Hmm.” he mused. “Not much left of it, is there? You poor thing. That had to hurt like hell…”

His gloved fingers traced your scar. You shuddered and jerked away from him. You pulled your hair back over your injured ear and stared at him in horror.

He snickered at your reaction.

“Pretty damning evidence, I’d say.” he said in a casual manner, while affixing you with a glare.

“T-the kid got in the way!” you stammered. “It was an accident! I never meant to kill him!”

“Do you think the law cares about that? In their eyes, you’re just a lowly child-killing criminal. You don’t deserve any sympathy. Just a trip to the gallows.” Diego said with a scoff.

You were going to be sick.

“I have a lot of connections, love. One word from me and you’ll be in a noose faster than you can blink. So, no, you don’t have the right to refuse me, dearest.”

You shrank in on yourself, clutching the sides of your head and squatting down on the ground. Your eyes were wide and unfocused, staring at the ground, unable to see anything but the visions of encroaching doom floating around in your head.

Diego grabbed you by your arms and pulled you to your feet. He wasn’t even going to allow you a moment to have a mental collapse. You found yourself, once again, forced to look at his smiling face. There was something different about him now though. His features seemed sharper, longer somehow and his eyes had taken on a strange yellowish color. You had to be seeing things. The shock of having your darkest secrets revealed must be messing with your head more than you thought.

“Did you think that you could just run away from what you’d done and pretend that it didn’t happen? Did you think that the blood washed off of your hands over the years? No! Once a killer always a killer! You didn’t stop with the child, did you? You have quite a gallery of victims, don’t you?”

Diego licked his lips and you felt like he was savoring your guilt and terror.

“I had no choice!” You protested. “They got too close! They were going to find out who I was and what I did! I had to defend myself!!”

Diego snickered sadistically.

“Defend yourself against what? Your rightful punishment?” he mocked.

Tears were streaming down your face now and you felt your knees go weak. The only thing keeping you upright was Diego’s hold on you.

“How do you know these things?” you demanded.

Diego shook his head.

“I have my ways. Not that it matters…” he said with a sneer.

“Why then? Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because I own you.” Diego said with a hungry smirk. “I owned you from the moment you started doing my dirty work.”

You looked up with him in horror. Just how long had he… felt this way about you? Was this his plan from the very beginning? Did he already know about your past in advance and mean to use it against you before you’d even met him?

You supposed that none of those answers really mattered.

In the end this was probably what people called “karma”.

You ran from your life of crime years ago hoping to put all of that nasty business behind you and start anew, but it wasn’t that easy. People came looking for you: lawmen, bounty hunters, people who were too nosey for their own good. Your life became one of paranoia and unrest. People were dead because of the decisions you made. A child was dead because of you. A mother was heartbroken because you took her child from her in an act of carelessness. If you had never decided to join up with that group of bandits all for the sake of relieving boredom and money woes, none of it would’ve happened. And you wouldn’t be here at the mercy of a one Diego Brando.

You reap what you sow…

“Dry those tears,” he said. “It’s rather insulting that you act that way after I ask you to be mine. Really, you act as if being with me is a punishment or something.”

He chuckled darkly and shoved you away from him.

“I’ve got to head back to my own camp or Hot Pants will start wondering what I’m up to.” he said as he started to walk away. “We’ll talk about this another time. I wouldn’t try to run off if I were you. Sweet dreams, love.”

He disappeared into the darkness, laughing lowly at your plight.

You sat there on your knees wanting to scream in despair and frustration. You should never have gotten involved with a man like Diego. Even after you swore off involving yourself with crime or shady dealings, you still found yourself lured to men like him. Either they came to you or you stupidly sought them out for one reason or another. And now you were stuck being the unwilling romantic companion to a madman.

You suddenly found yourself thinking of Le Mans again.

You weren’t sure, but you had a sickening feeling that Diego was involved with his death somehow. You couldn’t forget the look he gave you when he saw you with Le Mans in the saloon. What you knew of Diego said that he was absolutely the type to kill a man out of jealousy. Still people said that Le Mans had died to an animal attack. No human could rip a man apart like that… could they?

Whatever the case, you couldn’t stay with Diego. You had only agreed to work for him until the Steel Ball Run race was over. You never agreed to being his lover. The idea made your skin crawl. Surely there was a way to escape him? If you ran now, it wouldn’t matter who he told about your crimes. You’d be long gone by the time anyone came for you. That was it! You would leave right now!

You got up to begin packing up your things when your left arm started stinging horribly. You gasped in pain and looked at your arm to see that your sleeve was ripped and bloodstained. How on earth had that happened? You pushed the fabric of your sleeve aside to see that there was a bloody gash there. Did Diego do that when he grabbed you? Did he have a knife in his hand at the time? You vaguely remember feeling his fingernails jabbing into you, even through his gloves, as he grabbed you, but surely they weren’t as long and sharp enough to cause a cut like that! And how could he have cut you through his gloves? The wound didn’t seem too deep but it was bleeding a lot. You would have to treat it before you made a run for it. You wouldn’t be able to escape if you bled out beforehand.

Pain abruptly shot through your arm. It seemed to spread from your wound to the rest of your body. You grasped your bloody arm, panting in agony for a moment. After a few minutes, the pain faded. If you didn’t know better, your thoughts of escape were somehow linked to the pain in your arm. But that’s ridiculous. You examined your wound again. It looked… strange. The skin around it was red and swollen, hinting an oncoming infection if not treated. But it also looked cracked and kind of scaly. Odd. Gangrene? No. You’d seen gangrene before. It was ugly, but it didn’t look like that. You really needed to patch that wound before it got worse. Then you could pack your things and…

Another jolt of pain surged through your arm and your mind went fuzzy.

You were vaguely aware of your mule, who was tied nearby, snorting and pawing nervously at the ground.

The pain only lasted a few seconds this time. Your brain still felt like it was in a haze though. You were probably just tired. You couldn’t focus on much except your arm… and thoughts of Diego…

You wanted to fix your arm and… there was something else you wanted to do but you couldn’t remember.

Was it… escape?

Escape from what?

Diego told you not to run off. So you wouldn’t.

You looked down at your arm again. It really looked strange now. Far too scaly, but you weren’t too worried about it. Your tongue lolled out of your oddly lengthed mouth and you gave the cut a few licks. Once the blood was cleaned off you looked at the wound. It seemed to have stopped bleeding. You would put some antiseptic on it later. At the moment you needed sleep. You flopped over into the dirt, not even bothering to crawl into your sleeping bag.

Your poor mule didn’t get much sleep that night. He spent the better part of the night keeping a wary eye on the beast that used to be his master, just in case it decided to wake up and devour him.

You dreamed of Diego and nothing else.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #yandere jojo #reader insert #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #jojo x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #steel ball run #jjba part 7 #diego brando #yandere Diego Brando #outlaw reader

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oh-nostalgiaa · 5 months

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hi, @flyfreeskylark, it's me, your secret santa! you asked for an undercover mission after scarif where everybody lives and nobody dies (with a handful of smut sprinkled in for flavor). sadly, i was sick during both november AND December (and the less we talk about how much i hate my job, the better), but i managed to pull myself together long enough to get this written for you. i do hope it's to your liking! merry christmas and happy belated new year! please enjoy.

(you can also find this fic on ao3.)

in this world (it's just us)

The event is not exactly to Jyn’s tastes.

The crowd is the easiest for her to navigate - she’s undeniably skilled at moving through them stealthily. Unfortunately, that is the opposite of what she’s meant to do here, so she makes a concentrated effort to take her time, to blend in so that she doesn’t bring any undue attention to herself.

She doesn’t miss a single detail as she lets her eyes drift over the room and its inhabitants, only silently reminding herself to keep an interested expression rather than her normal impassive default.

She knows that she’s meant to be titillated by the sights and sounds surrounding her. She’s gone through the debriefs, been informed of exactly what will be expected of her - and Cassian has even - nonchalantly - tried to give her an out if she had even the slightest inkling that she could not do what’s expected of her.

Luckily, he’s got the hardest task. She is, for all intents and purposes, just an observer.

(Besides that, she’s no quitter. He should know that just about better than anyone.)

Behind the scenes, she’s got a more detailed job to do. Monitoring communications, for one. Helping Cassian prepare, for another.

Obviously, he’s showered by himself - he doesn’t require her help with everything, no matter how many times she may or may not have caught herself daydreaming about such things. He’d dried off, dressed in flimsy, flowy trousers that leave just about nothing to the imagination …

Not that she’d peeked.

Jyn hopes that her nervousness isn’t easily discernible, but she also knows that Cassian is probably the most observant person she’s ever met, and while he might not ever bring it up, the obviousness of the pause she takes while slowly exhaling and inhaling, steeling her nerves, the gentle brush of fingers against skin as she placed and smoothed out bacta patches designed to cover scars and other identifying marks is more than enough clue that she’s feeling … something.

Maybe it shouldn’t take as much concentration as she gives in order to ensure the edges of the patches aren’t easily visible through his semi-sheer tunic, but this is an important recon mission - they can’t return to base without information in hand. With another Death Star lurking somewhere out there, it’s not an exaggeration to say that this may be a matter of life and death.

It’s always a matter of life and death.

And it’s not fair for her to burden Cassian with her feelings, especially when she’s not sure that he feels the same - if he could ever feel the same. It’s selfish of her to think about love when the fate of the entire galaxy is at stake. So they inhabit this nebulous space where they’re not quite just colleagues and not quite just friends and oh, how she aches to pull him aside and let go of all her wants and fears in a torrent of words she hasn’t found enough courage to set free into the universe and it’s -

It hurts.

But Jyn tucks that pain away and hides it where she keeps all of her others - in a dark place deep inside that’s carefully locked down, never to see the light of day again.

It’s better that way.

Through the mass of writhing bodies, she catches sight of Cassian and his contact, disappearing into one of the few tents set up to offer some semblance of privacy, hand in hand. Jealousy stokes the fire in her belly and momentarily, at least, her expression reflects exactly how she feels inside, darkly desperate, devastated that it’s not her that gets to touch him or see him so unguarded and free - even if it is just a facade, another skill Cassian’s perfected in his years gathering information for the Rebellion.

Even if it was fake … at least she could pretend for a little while that he actually wants her like she wants him. And that’s got to be better than nothing.

She breathes a quick sigh of relief when Cassian pokes his head from the tent and quickly slips back into the crowd, not looking any worse for wear than when he’d entered. Seamlessly and sinuously, he weaves his way toward her, and she doesn’t have to be a lipreader to know what he’s promising some of the partygoers he passes on the way.

That sly little smile and those teasing winks are more than enough clue to know that he’s being propositioned and far from agreeing to take a detour from his current trajectory, he’s non-comittally suggesting that maybe they’ll find time to steal away later for a little fun.

Because that’s what this whole thing is all about, isn’t it? The decadence and debauchery of a free use ball, where the male guests especially are little more than party favors. And while Cassian isn’t hers to keep all to herself, the thought of all of those eager hands trying to get a piece of him makes her stomach roil.

He dodges the minefield that is interested partygoers and finally reaches Jyn’s side, leaning in for what looks like a peck on the cheek in greeting, but what really is the whispered assurance that he’s got what they’re here for. She knows, though. He hadn’t entered the tent with the same chain around his neck that he’d left with. And tucked safely underneath what passes for a shirt is a pendant with a data stick hidden within for safekeeping.

Jyn’s lips part as she gears up to ask if they’ve made enough of an appearance yet, if they can slip away without being noticed, but the words die on the tip of her tongue as, out of seemingly nowhere, they are joined by the party’s hostess, tall and handsomely severe, her keen eyes drifting over the pair as though to study them, to determine what they’ve been up to while the other guests are all wrapped up in each other.

“My dear Imri, you’ve not partaken in the feast. Is there nothing to your liking - ?”, she purrs, her sultry tone enough to set Jyn’s nerves on edge. “Or are you too wrapped up in your lovely pet to pay attention to anyone else?”

Cassian ducks his head demurely then, exactly the behavior of a man that is more toy than anything else, a man that’s been taught exclusively that his only use in life is to please another.

And Jyn is grateful for the chance to gather her words.

“My superiors would be quite disappointed if I were so rude”, she replies, her voice a teasing lilt. “On the contrary, I like what I see, Lady Eline. It’s choosing what I want to sample that is proving difficult.”

The tall older woman suddenly erupts into laughter and Jyn’s smile slowly widens (as though she’s actually pleased to have amused the monster standing next to her, like it doesn’t make her physically ill to see firsthand how easy it is for her - and for people like her - to use people for their own pleasure).

“Please, darling, take your fill of what you want. And come back for more later”, Lady Eline offers, her gaze flitting to settle on Cassian, her eyes grazing him from head to foot and back again. “You absolutely can’t leave until I’ve had a taste of your lovely Amel.”

Jyn curls her hand into a fist, her fingernails biting into her own palm as she fights to maintain composure. So disgusting, the way Lady Eline can look at Cassian as though he isn’t a person with his own agency.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Their host takes that as her cue to dramatically turn and focus her attention elsewhere, allowing Jyn to catch Cassian’s eye and wordlessly gesturing toward the double doors of the grand ballroom, their only way out.

He doesn’t have to say anything, the very slight furrowing of his brow speaks volumes. Now that they know they’ve got eyes on them, they can’t just walk right out. The already delicate operation has just become all the more fragile.

This isn’t something that they’ve practiced - although the possibility has been discussed. If they don’t want to raise suspicion … they’ll need to act. So Cassian rocks back on his heel and Jyn pushes forward, directly into his personal space, crowding him against the wall, like he’s a prey animal and she’s the predator, finally cornering him right where she wants him.

There is no room for hesitation here.

They must keep cover by any means necessary.

Imri is supposed to be offering Amel to any and all interested parties. Jyn wants to do anything but.

Outside of these walls, Cassian isn’t hers. But right here, right now, she has every intention of staking her claim, for however long it will last.

‘Mine’, she thinks, tipping her chin up to catch Cassian’s lips in a haphazard kiss, surprised by the startled noise he makes in response, a gift for her ears only. And if it’s not the sweetest sound in the entire universe, Jyn doesn’t know what would be.

It’s a little instinct, a little like a dance, and a little planning on the fly, which is obviously what they’re best at. It’s the clash of teeth and tongues and the thrill of hands slipping inside clothes to touch each other’s skin and -

Oh.

Jyn takes a moment to press her face in the space between Cassian’s shoulder and neck, savoring the feel of his pulse hammering against his skin, beating out the same staccato rhythm as hers, pounding against her ribs, filling her ears.

It’s not real, but it feels like the culmination of months spent pining after the man she’s got pinned to the wall, craving a glance, a touch, accidental or not, anything that hints that he might feel the same.

And now his fingers are teasing her nipples and she’s barely gotten her fingers around his cock but she’s absolutely feeling him come to life and it’s everything she’s ever wanted and more, but stars, does her heart ache at the underlying knowledge that it’s all she’ll ever get.

As if he hears her thoughts - and maybe he does, how is Jyn to know if he’s got some sort of latent telepathy - he breathlessly speaks, just low enough for her to hear through all the ambient noise.

“Don’t think, just do.”

And she does.

She feeds off of the groans and whimpers he gifts her with and she lets the stuttering rocking of his hips guide her hand, faster, tighter, not yet, oh, wait, wait, wait and she ignores everything around them - including their voyeuristic audience and just works to slowly move them closer to the exit.

From the wall to a nearby couch, where she pushes Cassian down and relishes his flushed cheeks and dark eyes as she straddles his lap and relentlessly grinds against his shameless erection, his hands clutching her hips and helping her move, until the world seems to explode in a shower of blinding light, and if this is how they’re going to die, at least it’s together in a blaze of glory.

There’s not much time to rest, though, and none at all to feel embarrassed about making such a mess of themselves, and once their shaky legs can hold their weight, Jyn takes Cassian’s hand and forcefully drags him the rest of the way through the doors and toward (relative) freedom.

There’s no reason to return to their suite now that Cassian’s got the precious datastick in hand and it’s easy enough to scramble the cameras monitoring their movements as they enter the lift that will bring them closer to the hangar and their nondescript ship. The chunky bracelet Jyn’s wearing hides the technology that will take care of that. All she needs to do is press a button and trust that it’ll take care of the rest.

There is a bit of a prolonged, awkward silence between them as the lift descends, but suddenly Jyn finds the air being knocked from her lungs as Cassian’s fingers tighten around hers and pull her flush to his chest, all the more caught off guard when he leans down to nip sharply at her bottom lip before pulling away, his lips twisting up into a smile.

“We’ll finish this later.”

To say it’s odd to feel so exhilarated in so many different ways is an understatement, but for Jyn, it’s not unpleasant, and for once, the thought doesn’t terrify her.

It just is.

But for the first time, she doesn’t feel like anything will be coming to an end anytime soon.

Rather, it feels like a brand new beginning.

#rcss '23 #therebelcaptainnetwork #rebelcaptain secret santa 2023 #stuff which lauren writes #stuff which lauren watches #rogue one: a star wars story #jyn erso #cassian andor #jyn x cassian #felicity jones #diego luna #pretty people being pretty

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lovely-renard · 2 years

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Livin' the domestic life ♡

Featuring : Atsumu, Bokuto, Osamu, Sakusa, Akaashi, Suna

A/N : domestic boys for the win <3

ATSUMU - Atsumu takes home decoration and design way too seriously for someone with... such specific tastes (if you’d let him, he'd paint one of your bedroom's wall in yellow and another in neon pink...). But it never feels like a chore when you have to go buy new furniture for the house. He may takes an insane amount of time looking at each curtains, taking towels in his hand and considering them as if it was a life-changing decision but his implication in it is kind of adorable and pure when you think about it. It's even more cute of him when he insists on buying new plants for the house, already naming them before you even made it to the register.

BOKUTO - You should've known better than to trust him for that kind of stuff. When you introduced the idea of hanging a painting on the wall of your living room, Bokuto was agreeing before you even showed him what was the painting you had in mind. Although, when you actually bring it home, you realized none of you knew how to hang it right. Actually, who knows how to hang their stuff without it looking crooked or askew? But, Bokuto being Bokuto (and him wanting to show off his non-existent skills in manual labor), he told you everything would be fine, that putting a nail on the wall was as easy as it seemed. Well, now that you're looking at the painting (who is really crook, you can't deny it), you're not so sure it's easy to hang anything on a freaking wall. But does it really matter when you boyfriend looks at you proudly, boasting "Well? What did i tell you? I'm the best in this kind of stuff! We should add another one in the hallway, don't you think?".

OSAMU - Osamu may cooks all day, be in contact with food nearly 24/24, heck even dream of dishes, he stills wants to prepare dinner for both of you. However, what he loves more than cooking is you joining him while he ponders on the recipe he wants to try tonight. It's way much funnier to prepare dinner with the love of his life and, honestly, it's a feeling he'll never grow tired of. Sometimes, tho, instead of cooking the kitchen turns into a playfield, with fingers tickling the other and giggles filling the air. It might result in a burnt dinner but you're too busy laughing and pushing Osamu away because "Not here, Samu! It- it tickles so much i'm gonna pee myself!" to even care about that (and there's always take out).

SAKUSA - Sakusa takes cleaning duties pretty seriously. When he's not praticting and not busy doing something else, you always find him doing something around the house : cleaning the bathroom, opening the windows in the bedroom, taking out the trash; he's on top of his (domestic) game. You still do your fair share of tasks but there's one thing you need to do together: fluffing the pillows. Ever since he told you it was important to avoid neck pain, it began a weekly task that you look forward to. Because, instead of fluffing them the traditional way, you created your own way : fluffing them while having a pillow fight. It's not a real fight, none of you hit the other with the intention of winning but it makes the task appears less blend, gloomy and it works very well. Plus, you get to see Sakusa's tiny smile, the one he only shows you and that's the best part of it.

AKAASHI - Sunday always means chores days. To avoid laziness and reporting those duties, you and Akaashi decided, when you moved in together, to do them together as a boost of motivation. And so, after lunch, you wash the dishes while he dries them, he cleans the window, you mop the floor. His favorite task tho will always be folding the bed sheets. You're standing in front of him, the end of the bed sheets in your hands. He makes sure it's well outstreched before folding it with you and, when you both met in the middle of folding it, he kisses your nose, flustering you in the process, before taking the next ones, a small smirk etched on his face.

SUNA - Contrary to popular belief, he likes doing groceries (only with you, he won’t go by himself) for one specific reason. When you reach the store, he takes the cart and beckons you to jump on it. That's when the fun can begins. He makes sure to choose an empty alley before running with the cart in his hand. It's a race against no one but it's just funny to do this with him. Sometimes people catch you and glances weirdly at you both but you can't find yourself to care, not when Suna guides you to another alley and start to speed up again.

#atsumu x reader #atsumu x y/n #bokuto x reader #bokuto x y/n #osamu x reader #osamu x y/n #sakusa x reader #sakusa x y/n #akaashi x reader #akaashi x y/n #suna x reader #suna x y/n #haikyu fluff #haikyu drabble #haikyu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyu x y/n #haikyu hcs

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linuxgamenews · 9 months

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Slay the Princess adventure is due to debut next month

Slay the Princess horror visual novel game has a release date for Linux, Steam Deck, Mac, and Windows PC. Thanks to Black Tabby Games for their amazing work and dedication. Due to make its way onto Steam and GOG. Slay the Princess is due to launch on Friday, October 20, 2023. Available on platforms like Linux, Mac, and Windows PC, and the Steam Deck. Plus, if you're already a fan of Black Tabby Games’ Scarlet Hollow, there will be a bundled discount. Offering a great deal for avid players. What's Slay the Princess all about? Well, step into a thrilling horror visual novel adventure where every choice matters. You start outside of a cabin, repeatedly. Each time you face a similar situation but with unexpected twists. You're handed a blade, with a choice to go into the cabin or simply walk away. Your main mission revolves around the princess, voiced by Nichole Goodnight. However, each time you encounter her, something seems... different. So it's up to you to piece together the mystery. Rest assured, it won’t be easy. Jonathan Sims, known from "The Magnus Archives," lends his voice to the elusive narrator. He also adds layers of suspense and intrigue, but it's clear he's not revealing everything. As a Slay the Princess player, you'll need to sift through the clues. Due to face the hauntingly beautiful hand penciled visuals crafted by Abby Howard. While you embark on a journey that will keep you sharp.

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It's more than just a typical adventure, though. Slay the Princess offers multiple endings and paths, making every play unique. The story can warp and bend, depending on your choices. And here's where it gets good: the princess might not be who she appears to be. Is she a threat, or is she being framed? The story constantly keeps you guessing. While it's tempting to think of Slay the Princess as just a horror visual novel game. It also blends elements of comedy, unpredictability, and meta-storytelling. You're not just following a storyline; you're shaping it. It's an deep experience that challenges your understanding of storytelling. A few key points to remember:

The Slay the Princess artwork is one of a kind. Abby Howard's traditional pencil and paper style stands out and elevates the whole experience.

Expect the unexpected. The story might feel like it's looping, but each iteration brings new challenges.

Don’t get too attached or trust anyone too quickly, especially not the princess.

One word of caution: while it might sound fun to romance the princess, it's probably not the best idea. You can try out the Demo available on Steam and GOG. In essence, Slay the Princess promises an experience that's both challenging and entertaining. It's designed to be more than just a simple play through. It invites players to think, decide, and live with the outcomes of their actions. The release date also includes support for Linux, Steam Deck, Mac, and Windows PC. Due to make its way onto Steam and GOG, October 20th. Priced at $17.99 USD / 14.99 GBP / 17.99 EUR with a 10% launch discount. And a bundled discount with the Early Access title Scarlet Hollow.

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change of plans: part 5

still going with this fuckboi!sero au

sero hanta x fem!reader

part 5/? (part 4 | part 1)

Whatever happens at this party tonight... Maybe it's been a while coming...

nsfw // cw: flirting, teasing, semi-public sex, rooftop sex, sex with feelings?, a little fluff

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"No way." Sero stares at you in awe when you make your way into Kaminari and Kirishima's shared apartment, "A Cellophane hoodie?! Where the heck did you get that??"

You glance down at your hoodie, that is indeed designed with Cellophane's hero costume in mind, before answering, "There was a pop-up store somewhere last year. I was actually gonna get the Dynamight one, but they sold out, so I just chose this one because it had the next best color scheme."

You wanted a hoodie that could still be subtle or blend in with the normies, and you could never go wrong with black. This Cellophane hoodie is only about half black, the rest being white and orange, but you're lucky that the design still looks pretty good on its own.

Sero, however, turns out to be a huge Cellophane fan, and he’s quite smitten with the sight of you in merch of his favorite character in the Heroes Rising universe. He won’t stop pulling you back into conversation with him, and you can’t even refuse because he sounds genuinely excited about the topic, and you kind of like seeing this side of Sero. Of all the reasons for him to stay glued to your side though, you didn't expect this to be the one...

Plus, you can’t say that all the attention isn’t kind of nice after several weeks of inconsistent contact. You’re sorry to say that you’d rather have it than not have it at this point, but it’s something you’ve come to terms with in the past several days.

"Can I take some pictures of you in the hoodie?" He asks at some point, long after the new episode has finished airing and everyone s broke out in discussion. Everyone in the apartment is just chilling now.

Despite how you had been trying to catch up with Ashido and some of the others, they kept trying to subtly nudge you away from their conversation and towards Sero instead… You can only guess why they’re still trying so hard to get you together with their friend when he’s such a player.

"What? Why?" You say, polishing off your second drink for the evening. You're really trying to pace yourself this time.

"It looks good on you." He says without hesitation, "Why wouldn’t I wanna capture something beautiful?"

You roll your eyes with a groan, "Why don't I just give you the hoodie and you can let someone else model for you then? Anyone will do as long as they're beautiful, right?"

As much as you try not to let the bitterness escape your voice, it slips out on its own when you imagine him actually rubbing shoulders with some other pretty girl who might look cuter in a Cellophane hoodie than you. It makes you angry, but it also makes your heart ache. You’re already wondering why you felt the urge to suggest such a thing in the first place.

His grin suddenly grows a little wider, looking way too amused to mean anything good. He’s already confirming your suspicions when he leans down to bring his mouth closer to your ear, “If only there was anyone else as beautiful as you around here.”

Your ears start burning as you feel his breath fan against it. You want, more than anything, to brush him off with your usual eye roll or to push him away for using such a line on you. But whether it’s because of his proximity, or his scent, or his voice, or a combination of all of it, you feel hot.

"I'm surprised your teeth haven't rotted with all the sugar you keep in your mouth..." You end up saying before walking to another part of the apartment to get another drink.

"Aw, you calling me sweet?" Sero chuckles as he tails you right into the kitchen, where you mix yourself another drink with the small setup on the counter.

You don't bother to answer this time as you pour in a larger ratio of orange juice with your vodka, but you still feel Sero's presence behind you. And then around you when he places both his hands on the counter on either side of you, framing you in his arms. Your breath hitches a little when his voice appears by your ear again, and he murmurs, "Come on, just one photo. I know a good subject when I see it. Please?"

He completely surrounds you, yet he isn't touching you anywhere. Every part of him comes close, but hovers just shy of brushing against you. Even his lips that feel like they're close enough to ghost your ears are still several hairs away. It's driving you crazy.

If he's going to come this close to you, you'd rather he just touch you already. The teasing is far, far worse.

You stare down at your drink for a few critical seconds, running through your options. You've learned that even if you keep up this game of hide and seek with him, he could easily lose interest once you're out of sight. Yet, when you are right in front of him, you seem to become his top priority.

Normally, you would write him off as a tool and disregard his typical playboy behavior, but the fact of the matter is that you have been losing your sanity over this guy. As loud as your intuition is, your body and your feelings still want him. They still think of him even when he's away. And you won't be rid of him until you do something different.

Maybe this is your chance. Surely, there'll be no harm so long as you're careful, right?

Careful...

Right.

Well, here goes nothing.

You take a sip of your vodka orange, which tastes just like that kiss he gave you the last time you were caught up in the kitchen together. And you pray for it give you a little extra courage as you turn around in the cage his arms have created for you and look up at him, "So what do I get in return for being your pretty little subject?"

The small smile he had on suddenly drops in surprise, and he blinks at you for a moment before full on smirking instead. Leaning forward, he completely erases the remaining space between you until your foreheads and noses are touching.

"Oh, I've already got plenty of things in mind..." He says, moving his hands from the counter to rest on your hips, "All you gotta do is pick one."

His lips finally make contact with yours, and you're actually kind of grateful to not have to think of a witty comeback while your brain is fried up with Sero thoughts.

You tug at his shirt by his shoulders, just for something to hold onto to keep yourself grounded. Which gets harder and harder to do by the second as Sero's hands travel around your body, exploring your curves and dips and squeezing whenever he finds a spot he likes. Which ends up being a spot you like and gets a small moan out of you each time.

You have to be the one to pull away and say something, because every time he pulls away first, it's only to stare at you with his hooded eyes for a moment before he just dives back in from another angle. Which you really don't mind, actually, but you'd rather not be in the kitchen by the time this escalates into something else.

Bringing your hand up to his face to push him away slightly, you stare at that mouth that's been turning your brain upside down as you catch your breath. You feel him try to push forward again, but you hold steady for now. And brush your thumb along his bottom lip, stopping just shy of the thin black ring hooked in by his left canine. “What happened to letting this heal?”

A small grin stretches beneath your fingers before he catches your hand in his and leaves a peck on your thumb, then tilts his head to kiss your palm too, “You’re worth all of the consequences.”

Then, as if to prove it, he places your hand on his neck so he can bring you into another kiss. Your mouths rock against each other’s like waves, pushing and pulling, yet still riding a natural momentum. As each second passes by, you only feel Sero’s body twist closer with yours, tangling your limbs, putting your hands everywhere, just kissing until you become dizzy.

It feels so good, just letting him kiss you like this. Letting yourself have this moment, this experience that you’ve been so desperately craving. Consequences be damned. Maybe he’s worth all of them, too.

You pull away — not without difficulty — to say, “Take me to the roof."

Sero smirks again and leans in to give you another short kiss before saying, "I can do that."

Then you're being led by the hand out of the kitchen and towards the door, your drink long forgotten. Sero leads you out of the apartment towards the stairway at the end of the hall, where you walk up two flights until you reach the doorway for the rooftop of the building.

You've been up here once before, when Kaminari and Kirishima hosted a picnic. So you know that this is the tallest building on this block, and no one will likely see you up here from a window or anything.

Thank god, because once Sero swings around and pulls you towards him like a dance partner, you have a feeling that something indecent is about to go down. And when he wraps his arms around your thighs to lift you up and press your back against the wall of the roof’s ledge, that feeling becomes all but a guarantee.

He's already picked up on where he left off in the kitchen as if there was no interruption in the first place. His kiss is deep, thorough, almost soul-sucking, and you can only reciprocate. Now that you’re hoisted up in his arms, you have no choice but to be as close to him as possible, your legs hugging his waist and your arms around his neck.

You can already tell how much he's packing, even through all of the layers between you. And oh, is that gonna be record breaker for you. You haven't even seen it, but you can already tell he's bigger than anyone you've slept with before. Even dry humping him already feels like riding a mountain.

"Ughhhh..." he moans into your mouth as your hips roll into his.

His hands squeeze at your thighs in reaction, close enough to the meat of your ass and the apex of your legs that it stretches your folds apart just the slightest. And the slight spread makes the friction that much better; good enough to make you bow your head back with a moan of your own as you try to press your hips even harder into that monstrous bulge.

Though you've pulled away from his lips to start panting and moaning softly, Sero keeps his mouth on you by latching onto your outstretched neck. He leaves kisses and nips and sucks all over your exposed skin, pleasuring you on two fronts. The soft, wetness from his mouth on your neck clouds your head with sweet affection while the muted heat and pressure from your grinding hips builds an increasingly dire need within your gut. You don't know which one you want more of, but you are more than thankful for both.

Until the need in your gut starts to build. It builds and builds and the muscles in your abs and legs clench as they chase after a high that's blocked beneath a wall of fabrics. The heat in your core emerges as a priority, and you no longer remembering anything that was supposed to hold you back from dousing it with Sero's body.

"Sero..." You say between gasps, and he comes back up to kiss you on the mouth again instead of answering verbally. So you continue, "Put me down."

His eyes fly open, suddenly filled with something that looks like worry, or confusion, probably wondering if you're just going to stop and run away like you usually do. But whatever's going on in his head, he still follows through with your request and sets you back on the ground.

You put all his concerns to rest though, when you reach down to undo your jeans and pull them down to bunch around your lower thighs. Then you take his hand and bring it to the surface of your adequately soaked panties, looking up into his eyes as you say, "Feel me."

"Fuck, that's all I wanna do..." He groans, his fingers already moving to dip and slide into your slit through your panties, wedging them inside of you.

He just rubs a finger back and forth against your clothed slit for a bit before leaning down to kiss you again. Once he's got your mouth latched onto his, he pulls the crotch of your underwear to the side to dip his fingers inside of you. It's an easy and painless slide in, thanks to how wet you are, but your walls immediately contract against his fingers the deeper he sinks in.

You must be worked up from how sensitive you are, and you can't even moan out loud because Sero's got your mouth captive. He's relentless, unable to let you breathe for more than a second and occasionally bumping his lip piercing against your teeth.

He fingers you for a good minute or so, adding them up until he's got four stretching you out while his thumb plays with your clit. And his fingers are long, they reach so much deeper inside of you than you can, and when they stroke against your upper wall, it makes your hips jerk forward.

"Agh! Sero..." You gasp, finally unlatching from his mouth to rest your head back against the top of the roof's ledge.

His sigh is reverent as he brushes against that sensitive pleasure spot again, watching you writhe in his hands with intense concentration, "Fuck yes."

"Ah! Ah! Mngh... Agh! I'm gonna..." You keep crying out, no longer in control of your own voice. You're at the mercy of his longer, dexterous fingers that just play at your inner weak spots like piano keys. Raising your hands to rest on his shoulders, you meet his eyes when you say, "Gonna come soon..."

He lets out a groan as his hand that's not working your insides comes up to wrap around the back of your neck and pull you into another kiss. You're starting to realize that this guy is just really into kissing... which you are not complaining about. He sure knows his way around once he's got his tongue inside you. Sometimes he teases you with little nudges and licks, and others he straight up wrestles you until drool starts to spill out.

You don't fare long against him though, because once the double onslaught from your g-spot and your clit builds up enough to tip you over, you're just moaning into his mouth powerlessly. Your hips are bucking against his hand, dragging out the friction and pleasure, and your fingers pull desperately at Sero's shirt, wrinkling and stretching to the point of snapping a few threads.

His fingers don't stop moving inside you, even as the pulsing slows down and eventually stops. He's still stretching you while you're high on the pleasure, probably to make it easier on you when you have to stretch for something else later...

Just the thought of it has you gulping in anticipation. Is it going to make you come as hard as this? Is he going to be soft like his kisses? Or thorough like his fingers? Or rough like his hands? The more you think about it, the more your heart and walls flutter.

Eventually, Sero pulls his fingers out, and as expected, they're coated to the knuckle. And he holds them up in front of him to just stare at the glistening wetness with hazy, almost disbelieving eyes. After letting out a shaky sigh, he brings his hand to his mouth to lick at each and every one of his fingers before sucking them all clean. While staring right into your eyes.

Good god, your pussy is trembling. The fingering and sex is one thing, but the goddamn intensity of Sero fucking Hanta is what's going to be your demise. You're sure of it. The way he just looks at you like you are going to be the best thing that's gonna happen to him, and vice versa, sends a thrill through your body that you know is dangerous.

Leaning in slowly, Sero speaks into your ear, "Let me get a taste of you. From the source."

And as if to punctuate the request, his hand is already back between your legs, tickling at your sensitive lips.

"Haven't you already put your lip through enough?" You chuckle, thinking about how swollen his lips look.

"Like I said," he brings his hand up to the hem of your panties and pulls them down from your waist to rest atop your bunched-up jeans. And he pulls back to show you his devilishly handsome smirk, "You're worth all the consequences."

You hum in approval as he strokes your naked hips with his fingertips, but you stop him with a hand on his chest before he can start getting to his knees.

"But I want something else." You say, dragging your hand down his incredibly long torso until you can hook your fingertips into the waistband of his track pants. Looking up at him with an innocent expression, you continue, "Didn't you say I could choose?"

"Suppose I did." He chuckles, pressing harder against you to rub his clothed bulge against your now naked pussy. "So if that's what you want—"

He guides your hands to pull his pants and boxers down together, maintaining eye contact with you until he brings one of your hands to touch that hot, hefty monster between his legs. Oh god, you're only touching it but you can feel the weight of it, the... the prowess of it.

"—then I guess I have no choice."

Once you look down, you can't hold in your gasp. Because you were right; he is way bigger than anyone you've slept with before. Long, thick, girthy, well kept, and leaking at the tip. God, it almost scares you, but at the same time, now that you've seen it and touched it, you have to have it inside of you.

You wait patiently as Sero wraps a condom around his horse cock, practically salivating as you watch him cover and jerk himself for you. You have half a mind to get your own mouth around him, just to see if you can take it. But you know that even if your mouth can take it, your pussy can't hold out for much longer now that it's aware of this thing. You're already pulsing again in anticipation.

Sero takes your gaze away from his dick by lifting your chin up to look at him again. And predictably, he brings you in for another kiss, getting you worked up again.

But even his magical mouth isn't enough to distract you from the way that warm shaft makes contact with your skin. His hand maneuvers his cock to rub against your clit several times, drawing circles around it and nudging at it for a bit. It's such a good tease, and it only makes you wetter.

Your breath hitches when he starts sliding past your clit, but then he just pulls it right back. And he does it again, just sliding in against the top of your slit before pulling right back to flick at your clit.

"Ugh... Sero..." You moan. It feels good, it does, but it's not enough. In fact, with how little it gives you, it starts to become torturous as he continues to tease you.

"Yeah, baby?" He says, making your heart jump at the little nickname. It's not like he hasn't called you some cute term of affection before, but with how high strung you are right now, the effect hits so much harder.

And the tension only grows tighter in your body as Sero slides all the way in past your thighs, but only rests against the length of your slit instead of going inside. You're practically dripping now, coating both his dick and your upper thighs and making it oh-so easy for him to keep gliding against your skin.

"Sero, please..." You whine, clutching at his shoulders as you bear the torture of his teasing.

"Shhh..." He shushes you, speaking by your ear. Then he puts his hands on either side of your outer thighs, pressing them together, "Squeeze your legs together, mami. Tight."

You do as he asks, face burning at yet another nickname. Your thighs are pressed tightly together, closing up that small triangle at the apex of your legs and trapping Sero's cock between them.

"Mmm, yeah. That's good." He groans, sliding against your slit and thighs once more, though with more friction than last time, "You already feel so good, [Name]."

His words should not turn you on this much when he's the one getting the most pleasure out of this. They're just words, and he's using you as a flesh doll to just fuck himself continuously through your thighs. He uses his tight grip on your thighs to drag your hips forward and back to ride across the length of his thick, hot shaft, as if it isn’t three times harder to do than just moving his own hips. While his cock does spread your lips with every slide across your slit, it doesn't reach the spots you want him to touch. To fill up.

As much as it frustrates you, it also makes you so hot. His praise in your ear, his cock in your thighs, his hands keeping you squeezed up tight for him... He's using you in the most agonizing way, and yet, you can't help but shiver every time he drags against your flesh. Can't help but groan at the powerful grip his hands have on your thighs. Hands that you know are capable of holding you up for an entire makeout session without tiring.

It's all so good, yet not enough. And he continues the slow torture until your pride completely evaporates from your body, leaving your mouth to run unfiltered and unashamed, "Sero, please. Please, please... If you don't put it in soon, I— I won't... I can't hold out much longer..."

"Is that right, mami?" He smirks, tongue peeking out in pure satisfaction as he tilts your chin up to look at him once more, "You sure this isn't enough for you? I don't wanna scare you off again."

"Please..." You beg, "Just put it inside me. That's all I want."

"All you want, huh?" He ponders, giving you a small peck before finally, finally readjusting his angle to push in towards your opening. "Can't say I don't like the sound of that."

Your body is eager and already begging for it, prompting your mouth to run off again, "Sero, it's all I can think about. You have no idea how bad I want you. Please, just do it. Before I fucking pass out."

Sero shudders against you, which you don't really know how to read into, but you also don't care before he's finally moving inside of you. Thank god.

The stretch is more of a relief than it is a pain at this point, after having been so worked up on anticipation. The moment he's planted in to the hilt, your walls cling to him, tight and possessive. Like you can't risk letting him leave.

"Good fucking god..." Sero groans into the sky, having bent his head back. He calls out your name as if you're up there instead of down here, waiting for him to start moving.

It seems like he’s just trying to prolong this feeling of being inside you for the first time, since his hands keep your hips still whenever you try to move. But you can’t let him enjoy himself all on his own, that’s not what you’re here for.

"Sero," You call out to him, reaching up to kiss and nip at his neck — a first for you, "If you don't pound my pussy in within the next minute, I can still leave."

That seems to do the trick, because his grip on your hips suddenly feels strong enough to break your bones. In a way, you like it, but you're also surprised that he has such a strong reaction to something you were half joking about.

"Oh, you are not leaving until you're fucking ruined, beautiful." Sero says with a proud smirk, pulling his cock out of you to turn you around. He presses you against the ledge and pulls your ass out so he can sink right back inside of you, "You're gonna be thinking about me long after tonight is over."

Somehow, that strikes a chord in you. If only he knew just how much you feared that very outcome. Yet, despite that fear, you're still here tonight, with your ass out and your body trembling. Your relentless desire far outweighs your fear at this point, and right now, you hope to god that he makes good on his word.

With your legs still trapped in your jeans, you can only spread your legs apart so wide, but Sero seems to like it anyway. Even though he's behind you now, he's still relentless with the kissing, turning your head around to shallowly make out with you while he starts moving his hips gently. When your neck can't take the strain any longer and you pull away for air, he still plants kisses along your jaw and ears and neck.

You enjoy the affection, but you're much more concerned with what's happening between your hips. Maybe he's being gentle so that you can get accustomed to his size first, but you would be much happier if he just sped things up. Your pussy is shaking for it.

But even when you try to push your ass back to get more friction, Sero only shushes you and stills your hips with his strong hands again, "No need to rush, beautiful. I'm gonna enjoy every second of this."

"Mmph!" You bite your lip when you feel his hands dip underneath your hoodie and shirt to squeeze at your breasts. He kneads slowly at them and lets out a content sigh, like you both aren't still on top of someone's roof with your pants halfway down your legs. You aren't in a rush, but this is hardly the time or place to be taking his sweet time!

And quite honestly, you don't really need all of that slow-loving pampering either. Not from him. Not if it's just gonna go to your head and leave you in pieces over it later.

"You don't have to treat me so nicely, you know." You say, turning your head to look back at him, where you see him smirking still.

His hands on your chest get harsher, and he traps your nipples between his fingers to squeeze and pull at them while still playing with your breasts.

"Are you saying that because you think I don't want to treat you well, or because you want me to be mean to you?" He smiles into your ear, giving it a small nip.

You make a whiny noise of surprise when he pulls a little harder at your nipples, the shock of pleasure also sending the walls of your pussy fluttering like wings. And you find yourself relieved to have something to clench around.

Sero feels it too, and he lets out a strained groan as his own hips reflexively buck up into you. Which, in turn, creates a domino effect as it sends pleasure right back into you, his cock hitting you deep and making you squeeze him again, and subsequently urges him to thrust into you again to get more of that tightness around his length.

"Mmh, yes. Sero, more of that." You whine, clutching onto the ledge as you shake your ass against his hips.

"Fuck mami, look at you go.” He chuckles with a playful smack to your ass. “Alright, since that’s what you want.”

His hands find a good, tight grip on your waist and he pulls all the way out, until only the tip is left inside you. Your entire body braces for what’s sure to be the harsh impact you’ve been waiting for, yet somehow, it’s not enough to prepare you for just how deeply he drills into you.

“AH!” You scream, slamming your face into your arms that rest stop the roof’s ledge.

Oh my god.

“Ah! Ah! Nyagh! Nnh—!”

You can’t stop your voice from coming out. Each and every impact is just that powerful. You’re fairly sure that your insides aren’t as long as his cock is, and yet, he slams his hips right up against your ass every time. He fills up parts of you that you haven’t even touched yourself, drawing out sounds and reactions from you that you’ve never made before with anyone else.

“God, you feel fucking amazing, [Name].” Sero grunts as he thrusts at a fast, but thorough pace, making sure that he goes all the way in each time. “Your pussy's fucking magical. So wet and tight. Ahh god...”

You know he’s exaggerating but you can’t help but love the praise nonetheless. In fact, it makes you clench tighter around him whenever you can catch him upon impact, making the drag out all the more torturous for him so that all he’ll want is to come right back inside.

"Mm... fuck me faster and see if it gets any better." You challenge him, but it seems that he doesn't need the bait.

"You read my mind, beautiful." He rewards(?) you with a loud spank, making your body jolt with a scream before he locks his hands around your hips to start pounding you. Like, really pounding.

You don't know how he does it, but within seconds he's pinpointed your most sensitive spot and he's jackhammering at it like mad, until your own voice is vibrating from all the thrusts interrupting your yelling.

"Aa-a-ah-gh-h-hhh—! Fuck, Sero!" You gasp out, barely able to hold yourself up against the ledge anymore. Thank god he wraps his arms around your waist and chest to hold you up against him while he fucks manically into you from behind.

Even as your body naturally arches away in pleasure, Sero keeps you held tight as possible to him, and he still manages to get his lips on your neck as his hips are pumping lightning into your body.

"Agh, yes!" You sigh out as you feel your peak approaching, reaching one hand up to clutch his forearm around your chest and the other up behind you to grip at his hair, "Yes! Oh... my god. Ahn...!"

It doesn't take much more to make you come. Even if he didn't grope at your breast and nipple, or reach down to rub at your clit, or whisper, "Come while I'm inside you, mami. I wanna feel you come around me. Please." you would have finished anyway. But since he did do all of those things, you came so much harder than you even imagined.

You swear your eyes are shaking within your trembling body as you come while shackled in Sero's arms. The fact that he's keeping you locked against him while you lose control of your body gives you an entirely different high that mixes a dangerous cocktail with the high from your orgasm. And when he moans into your ear as he comes just after you, hips pushing into you in long pauses to extend his orgasm, your heart flutters in tandem with your walls around his cock, whimpering in helpless pleasure.

"Sero..."

Oh, this is bad. So, so very bad.

"Yeah, baby?" He kisses your neck before nuzzling his face into it.

One more time, you're internally screaming. Let's do it one more time.

You're addicted. You already know it. You've finally had a real hit and now you already want more. It's over for you.

Already, your hips are fishing for more as you wiggle them back against him and squeeze around him like he still has more to give you. Sero chuckles as he fondly squeezes at your ass cheek and leaves another kiss on your neck before pulling out, which you almost cry over.

Though you soon realize it's so he can remove and tie up the condom. And in the few seconds it takes for him to get it sealed up, it gives you some time to cool off and come to your senses. Now that you're not pressed up tight onto Sero's body and rubbing your sweat and fluids together, you can finally think a bit again.

You turn around to lean your back against the roof's ledge again, still wobbly from your orgasms and much less stable on your feet now that Sero has let you go. Realizing that he must have been holding up a good portion of your weight as he fucked you the whole time suddenly sends a small shiver to your core again, making you wonder just how strong he really is...

Your few seconds of reflection are soon taken up again, however, when Sero returns to take up your personal space once more. And like that, he cups your face in his hands to bring you in for another long, sweet kiss.

Ugh, why does he keep doing this? All these tender kisses paired with the lingering high from your orgasms make you feel like you're floating. Does he make everyone fall for him this easily? And now that you've lived through it, can you even blame them?

When he finally pulls away, you see that he looks just as dazed as you feel, at least. You can feel his thumbs caress across the surface of your cheeks as he smiles humorously down at you, "T’as d’beaux yeux, tu sais."

And just like that, the haze is lifted. You're so caught off guard by hearing the French words come from Sero's mouth that it takes you a moment to realize what he even said.

You have beautiful eyes, you know.

You stare up at him, blinking for a few breaths before you feel the muscles in your face already contorting upward. You try to press your lips together in a natural urge to fight it off, but seconds later, you still burst out laughing anyway.

Not a short, simple chuckle either. You're thoroughly losing your already short breath and you have to hang onto his shoulders as you laugh into his chest. And Sero actually looks a little stunned. Whether it's because he's confused or embarrassed by your reaction, you can't tell.

"Where did you learn that from?" You laugh when you finally calm down, taking your hands back.

Though his pronunciation was good, it's clearly just a phrase he learned on whim. And his performance was actually quite reminiscent of that classic, romantic scene from the film that famous line came from. Which is what made the entire thing so much more theatric and hilarious.

"Yaomomo taught it to me. I thought it'd be cute." He smiles, "Though now I kinda wish I knew how to say, 'you have a beautiful laugh' too."

Your own smile drops in surprise, yet again getting caught off guard by this guy's soft eyes and sincere-sounding voice. But you quickly try to brush it off with a scoff and shake of your head.

Who the heck is this guy? Making you come, laugh, and blush all within the same handful of minutes. All while you've both still got your pants bundled around your knees. It's all so ridiculous, yet so welcoming. You have no idea what to do about it.

But you suppose this relatively pleasant break in the mood is a blessing in disguise, because now that you've actually cooled your head and body a bit more, you can see that it's probably not a good idea to do anything more while you're up here. The rooftop of someone else's apartment building is hardly the place for marathon sex.

So after pushing him off of you, you take a deep breath and say, "Let's head back in."

You pull up your (still very wet) panties and jeans, trying to put yourself together as best as you can without a mirror around. Sero follows your lead and tucks himself back into his track pants beside you.

Once you're ready, you're about to start heading back towards the door that leads back to the staircase, but Sero stops you with a hand around your wrist, "Hold on."

"W-What?" You ask nervously. What else could you possibly do up here now that you've both put your clothes back on?

"Just one more thing." He says, pulling you back towards him and then backing you into… another side of the ledge with his hands on your arms.

He gives you a quick, but soft kiss before letting you go and backing up, leaving you a little dazed since you're still kind of fading out of all the sex fumes. You don't even realize what he's doing until his phone is pointed at you and the camera shutter clicks.

And then you're blushing, suddenly very aware of what you must look like in that photo. Kissed up, head nowhere on Earth, and probably like a love-drunk idiot. Immediately you're throwing your sleeve-covered hands up to hide from his camera, suddenly shy even though you had his dick inside of you not long ago.

"Oh my god, stooop..." you whine lamely, but still peeking indignantly at him anyway. Why does he have to always catch you off guard like that?

"There. Beautiful, just like I thought." He smiles, looking happily down at his phone at what you assume must be the photos he just snapped of you...

"Sero, delete that..."

"No way. We already agreed to this trade deal." He smiles cheekily, pocketing his phone before he walks up to you again and plants his hands on the ledge on either side of you. Just like he did to you in the kitchen. Then he leans in close to say quietly, "I gave you what you wanted, didn't I?"

You swallow quietly.

Well... you suppose that's true. You did say — in the heat of the moment — that that was all you wanted... But you thought the photo of you in the Cellophane hoodie was all just a pretense for what you just did. To think he still wanted it even afterwards...

"I... wasn't ready. Just take another one." You pout.

"No." He says, leaning just far back enough for you to see that stupid, cheeky smile still on his face, "I like it when you're candid. An honest subject always makes a photo better."

The way he looks at you has your heart rate picking up again. It's like he's studying you while deeply admiring you, and also like he wants to kiss you again. Which, you can already tell, is the last thing you need, judging by the way his teeth scrape at his bottom lip and pull gently at the black ring attached to it.

You've already stirred up enough confusion between your heart and brain and body tonight. This is as far as it goes for now.

"Whatever. Fine." you scoff, pushing him away to start towards the door again, "You got what you wanted then, right? Let's get going."

"Vamos." He agrees, letting you lead the way, but sticking close to your side the entire way back.

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tbc

“You have beautiful eyes, you know”

part 6

#sero hanta x reader #sero hanta #bnha x reader #drabble #hooo boy we’re finally here it’s been a while coming #dropping hints that sero is also a multicultural man #mine

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