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slasherscream · 3 months

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Crazy Ass Girls Gang ft. what type of yandere are they

warnings: yandere behavior - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Tiffany Valentine / clingy, obsessive, manipulative

You'd better be damn sure you want to be with Tiffany before you ever bring up dating her because there is no escape once you've embarked on the exciting journey of being her romantic partner.

But if we're being honest you never really had a choice. You think you met organically? Became close by fate? No, Tiffany saw you and wanted you and decided to have you.

It was love at first sight on her part.

You'll be friends for a few months as she weaves the inescapable web around you. Best friends, actually. You'll tell her absolutely everything about yourself. Learn everything about her in turn. It's pure bliss to have a friend like Tiffany. Supportive, charming, affectionate.

You can tell she loves you more than anything. Loves you more than anyone else has ever loved you before, and she isn't afraid to show it.

You probably already had a partner when you met Tiffany. She was heartbroken when you first told her. The heartbreak didn't last long. Why cry over spilled milk? She wants to take it slow with you anyways, make sure that this time every aspect of the life you build together will be perfect.

She's come in too heavy before. You can't rush perfection, her mother always told her. For you, the lesson is finally worth learning.

Everything can be a tool. In the right hands. And Tiffany's hands? Why, they're incredibly skilled. She uses your soon-to-be-ex as a diving board for your upcoming relationship with her. Even if you'd been perfectly content with the relationship until you met Tiffany, suddenly everything is awful.

Tiffany points out every mistreatment. Every cancelled date. Every strange tone they used when talking to you. Every shitty, unoriginal gift. Every moment they weren't enthusiastic enough about good news you had to share.

It gets to the point where you can't even look at them half the time. You'll end dates with your partner early just to go spend more time with Tiffany: "What do you think they meant when they said that, Tiff?" / "I think they forgot who they were talking to, sweetheart! They're lucky I wasn't around or I would've cut out their tongue."

Tiffany has you so wrapped around her finger she's not even the one who suggests the break up. She was still going to wait a month or two before she began to truly push.

But when you show up at her doorstep in the middle of the night, holding flowers and her favorite takeout, rambling about how you've been so blind and it's always been Her...

Well, she has to smile as she pulls you in, savoring the last first kiss your lips will ever gift another soul.

She almost forgot how good she is at getting what she wants.

Jordan Li / protective, obsessive, lucid

You're so sweet. It was the first thought Jordan remembers having about you. The beginning of the end. They haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that one fatal moment.

Jordan has plenty of other things to think about. Things that should outclass you in importance easily. Their ranking, Brink's careful mentoring, their grades. They tell themselves that it all still matters more than you but they know they're lying to themselves.

It scares them a little, how much they actually think about you. Not a minute can go by without their thoughts drifting to you.

Did you eat today? / Your next class is in ten minutes, let me walk you, I've got the time. / You were running out of your favorite perfume. Got you a new bottle. / You look upset. Did someone fucking say something to you?

They can't help the way they hover around you during every spare moment they can find.

Jordan knows your schedule by heart to maximize the amount of time you can spend together. It's a balancing act they have to play with their brain for the simplest of tasks: you can spend the rest of the day with Y/N but you have to finish grading these essays first.

They can't function properly when they go too long without you. They swing on their sparring partners too hard. Stare at the clock during lectures instead of listening. They rip textbooks and snap pens by holding them too tight.

Sometimes they have to give up and call you. If they can't go and see you for whatever reason the sound of your voice makes it better. Hearing you talk, the sound of you breathing, laughing. It helps. Calms the buzz beneath Jordan's skin. They dial your contact, glaring into space as they wait for you to pick up. As soon as you do their body relaxes.

They recognize that their behavior isn't normal. Always needing to know where you are, who you're with. Feeling sick when they don't know.

You're like a drug for Jordan. They know you're an addiction, the way you've crawled under their skin. No high on earth compares, and Jordan has fucking compared them all. They pull you into their lap, as close as they can get you and it's never enough. Nothing is ever enough.

"Please don't fucking go anywhere, yeah?" Jordan will mumble into the skin of your neck. Their grip on you is too tight, face twisted at the desperation they feel. It's not pillow talk. They're begging. Genuinely. They'd do anything to keep you this close, always.

"Of course not, Jordie." You coo back. They close their eyes and pretend the words are enough. Nothing ever is.

Nancy Downs / delusional, possessive, obsessive

As soon as Nancy wants you there's no other option for you besides her. You can either choose to go along with it or you can fight it.

Fighting against her is like fighting against the tide, though. You can tread water for awhile. Keep your head afloat, sure. But eventually you'll get tired. Nature wins. Besides, fighting against Nancy becomes unpleasant fast. Being hers is so much nicer. She's gentler that way, kinder.

You're allowed to have friends, she doesn't isolate you completely.

It's just your old friends sucked. They didn't appreciate you. Didn't look out for you. Selfish users just like everyone else. Moths are always drawn to the light, and she'll kill every moth that strays a little too close to you, before it ever gets a chance to singe itself on your warmth. It's a mercy, really. Living a life in the darkness and having one brief moment in the sun is miserable. Nancy should know. It almost drives her crazy when you're not around. If you ever left she'd want to be put out of her misery too.

Her coven, though? They're perfect. Her coven is a family. And you were the last missing piece of it.

Anything about your old life, the life before her, can be viewed as a threat at a moment's notice. Family. Friends. Memories you speak of a little too fondly. Even a hobby could do it. She wants your focus to be her. It's only fair, her only focus is you.

Even when she's not around. Even when you're completely alone you swear you can feel her eyes on you. Her magic drifting against your skin as if she was sitting right beside you.

Nancy's intensity can be scary but she makes anyone else's love seem dull in comparison.

Who else could love you like she does? Who else would die for you? Nancy wouldn't even have to think about it first. All she asks in return is for you to do the same. Live for her. Dedicate every breathe in your lungs to her.

It's not so hard, she'll lead by example.

Jennifer Check / manipulative, possessive, clingy

She couldn't give a shit about anyone else but you. Somehow you managed to sneak your way into her heart and she can't let go of you. Won't let go of you. You're the only thing that's keeping that small, soft, human part of her alive. You dragged that bit of her back from the grave she put it in, actually. So it wouldn't be fair for you to try and leave, after you made her weak again. Human again.

Her world revolves around you. Her priorities are her next meal and you. Of course she gets pissed off if you don't reciprocate her energy. Look at her, how could you ever put anything above her?

Jennifer wants you to be everything to each other, though she won't say it out loud. It shows in her actions.

You belong to her. Every version of yourself that exists in the world should belong to her. The version of you that you are when you're someone's best friend. When you're someone's partner. It's all hers. She won't let anyone else take root in your life in a role that she can fill. She'll do a better job anyways.

The enormity of her ego and the way she clings might seem at odds. She thinks she's a God walking amongst fucking cattle. But she sticks to you like a second skin. A hand always at your waist. Her lips always chasing yours, whining when you don't give in fast enough, when you don't melt like she does. Her grip iron clad when you hold hands. If you pull away too soon from a hug, from a kiss, she bites, she holds on with claws.

She coos at the marks she leaves on your skin and kisses all the scratches and bruises she leaves better. / "I'm sorry baby, you know I hate letting you go."

Carrie White / idolizer, protective, selfless

Not in her wildest dreams did Carrie think anyone could be as kind as you. People are cruel. Their first instinct is to cause hurt before they'll ever reach out a hand to help, to shield, to love.

But you're not like that at all. You're something ripped straight from a fairy-tale. The rare ones that her Mother let her read, that weren't hiding devil worship between their poetic words.

You're so patient with her. So gentle. You treat her like glass. You hold her close, and kiss her soft, and cup her face in your hands that are always so warm.

You say you love her in a breathless way, every time. Like even expressing how much you care makes you dizzy. As if she overwhelms you. She feels dizzy herself as she hangs on your every honeyed word. Clings to you every time you reach out your hands to hold her.

Carrie doesn't know if she believes in God nowadays, but if she did you'd be an angel sent straight from heaven. A gift, maybe, to make up for all the years of torment she endured from everyone she'd ever known.

She'd think you were some kind of God yourself, if you had any sort of abilities like her. But you don't. You walk around doing what's right, being good down to the marrow of your very bones just because it's who you are. You greet the world with your fists raised and you're only human, and it scares Carrie so much.

You're the last decent person alive and you'll throw yourself onto any pyre you see if it means doing what's right. Carrie loves that about you. It terrifies her.

So Carrie throws herself into the ring with you. Your sweet, gentle Carrie who you're always trying to protect. But Carrie doesn't need your protection. She's not the helpless little girl she used to be. She won't let anything hurt either of you, from now on. For the rest of your lives you'll be safe, happy. Together. Carrie would burn the world to ash if it meant not a scratch would befall you.

"You're an angel, Y/N. The most wonderful angel God ever made."

Ginger Fitzgerald / possessive, impulsive, protective,

Sometimes Ginger wishes everyone else in the world would disappear, besides the two of you. They're a hindrance.

She feels insane when she watches you. She feels her claws come out and makes herself bleed as she fights against the instinct to rip out every tongue that speaks to you, and every pair of eyes that's ever looked into yours.

She shivers when you claim her. The only time she enjoys being around other people now is when you're introducing her: "This is Ginger, my girlfriend." "This is Ginger, my partner." "This is Ginger, my best friend." "This is Ginger, my everything."

She loves being yours. Relishes in the way you say the word mine. She wants to lick the words from your mouth, the weight of your total ownership over her sweet and poisonous.

She wonders if you get the same pleasure from belonging to her. She wants you to. She wants to carve her name into your skin with her claws and have you moan at the first sharp sting of the letter G.

It's primal, the way she wants you. Beyond anything humans have words for. She leaves her scent on your skin and wants to growl when you wash it away with artificial soaps and perfumes. She sucks bruises into every inch of you that anyone else could see.

She wants you to do the same. Wants to roll onto her back and expose her neck, and have you bite so hard you draw blood.

Ginger's wanting comes with teeth. What she is demands she sinks her teeth into things, that she draws blood. Even when she loves you. Because she loves you, maybe. She needs to leave a mark on you. She needs to always be there. She needs the same from you.

Needs you to leave scars on her that she can touch when you're not around. Proof that you were there. Proof that you're coming back. You don't carve your name into things and then abandon them. When you own things you keep them.

When you're gone the world goes dim and cold. She couldn't survive in a world without you. She wouldn't even attempt it. What would be the fucking point?

"We're a pair. We belong to each other. Always, yeah?"

#crazy ass girls gang #tiffany valentine x reader #jordan li x reader #jordan li imagine #tiffany valentine imagine #jennifer check x reader #jennifer check imagine #ginger fitzgerald x reader #carrie white x reader #nancy downs x reader #thank you ty and oak for helping me place these guys i was in the trenches #im still in the trenches right now because im down BAD i want them all in a way that #MUST be studied by scientists this shit ain't normal #sorry if this makes me look gay it's because i am #got a little lost in the sauce with ginger HELLO???

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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Day 10 — Cockwarming

Pairing || CollegeProfessor!Bucky x Student!Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 800

Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, undefined age-gap, pet names, professor x student relationship, cockwarming (which leads to unprotected sex), teasing, Sir kink, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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You couldn’t sleep. Not without him by your side. You missed him, and you missed him. He was right next door in his office, but you felt bad about disturbing him while he worked late. You were needy and lonely without him, so you said fuck it and went to see him.

His door was slightly cracked open, so you peered your head in. You watched him, contemplating if you should go in after all when he looked so concentrated, but he heard you and called for you.

“Hey, baby, come in.”

You went in with your head down to the floor; your hand nervously stroked your arm.

“Can’t sleep?”

You shake your head no as you stand opposite where he’s sitting.

“I’m sorry, princess. I’ll be with you soon, ok? I just need to finish grading these papers.”

“Are you grading mine?” You smirk as you stand on your toes to peek at whose essay he’s scribbling on.

“Already have.” He pats the stack of papers beside him. “You’ll get it tomorrow in class. But you did good, my smart girl.” He winks.

Your heart fluttered at his praises and something else, which intensified your need for him.

“I miss you.” You pout.

“Come here.” He opened his arms for you. “You can sit on my lap while I finish. I promise I don’t have much left, ok?”

You straddled and snuggled into him, inhaling his comforting scent as you nuzzled your face in the crock of his neck. He went back to grading, and although you’d hoped being close to him would quench your need for him, you still didn’t feel satisfied. You wanted him closer.

You started grinding on him. The flimsy material of your sleeping shorts and cotton panties made it so you could feel his bulge stimulating your clit.

“I need you so bad, Sir.” You whimpered.

He groaned. You knew he could never resist when you moved against him and whimpered so sweetly in his ear.

“Would my dick in you make you feel better, princess?”

You nod.

He fumbled with his pants to get them open, pulling out his dick that was already hard from your grinding. You part your lips as you take him in your hand, smearing the leaking pre-cum on his tip.

He pushed your shorts and panties to the side. With two fingers, he ran them through your folds, groaning as he found you wet and ready for him.

Both of you forgot the initial plan as you touched one another until Bucky reminded you.

“Put it in, baby,” Bucky mumbled against your lips.

You lined his tip with your entrance and slowly sank onto his cock, wanting to feel every ridge and inch of him as he filled you up to perfection. You moaned in satisfaction and rolled your eyes as he was situated entirely in you. He sucked in a breath as your walls hugged him.

“So warm and tight for me, princess.”

You tried to move on him. Only getting in a few soft bounces before he stopped you and slammed you down on him again, making you cry out.

“Baby, be a good girl and let me work, yeah?” He caressed your cheek before he grabbed your chin. “I promise I’ll make it up to you once I’m done.”

You wanted to be a good girl for him, so you would try and be still as you snuggled into him once again.

He went back to grading the papers. It seemed like it didn’t phase him that he was buried deep inside your pussy, but for you, it was torture. So painfully pleasurable to have him nestled so deep inside you, tickling your sweet spot with the tip of him.

You tried your best to resist moving on him, but once he adjusted himself in the seat, it caused his cock to shift and hit your sweet spot perfectly, making you whimper at the stimulation.

Bucky pulled you closer with his hand on the small of your back, burying himself deeper, if that was even possible.

You tried to be sneaky with your movements. Starting with rocking so very slowly back and forth on him before you started to bounce up and down on his cock.

He slammed you down again as he grabbed the back of your neck, making you look at him.

“You really can’t sit still, huh?

“N-no, Sir.”

“Bad girl.”

He cleared some space on his desk before he sat you on top and rammed his cock hard inside you, making you cry and shut your eyes tight at his brutal move.

He harshly grabbed your jaw as he got all up in your face.

“I’m gonna show you what I do with bad girls that misbehave. You’ll wish you didn’t disobey me.”

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masonmyluv · 6 months

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Part 5

A/N: a little bit of angst makes the story even more interesting 🫢

Warnings: angst, mentions of smut, Fermin being an asshole sorry 🥺

"So I thought we could use these books" you said. "Did you take the whole library?" He asked laughing. "That wouldn't have been fair for the others" you said. "And I already browsed trough them, so we just have to read some chapters" you explained. "We should start then" he said, sitting on the couch and you at the kitchen island. Two hours passed and you decided to order some take out and then continue with typing your essay. After gaining more energy, you went back to highlighting paragraphs while Fermin was doing the same. You couldn't help, but your mind wondered to that wet dream a few nights ago, when he pulled you into his lap and kissed you passionately. Those plump lips of his moulding with yours. His tongue fighting yours for dominance. His hands that were either on your back or your ass, squeezing you against him.

"Y/N"

Yours were pulling his hair as you wanted to feel more of him. "Fuck" you moaned when you pulled away for air, his lips instantly going to your neck.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Fermin asked, waving his hand in front of you. "Y-yeah" you blushed, being caught red-handed. You just had a fantasy about the guy you were in the room with. "I said we should include facts and examples" he said. "Okay, I agree" you said, trying to push away any thirst thoughts of him when you had to focus on the project.

— the next day —

"We just have to do the ppt and it's done" you said, finishing the last corrections to the essay. Then you went on your laptop to pick a theme for the PowerPoint, but all of them were shit. "So I thought we could use this if you like it" you said. "Or maybe this one?". "Whatever you want" he said kind of harshly. He realised his tone was cold and somehow annoyed when you didn't reply and just closed yourself from him. When he said he wanted to get rid of the crush, he didn't mean to be mean towards you. "Y/N, I'm sorry—". "I think we're both tired. We should stop here. I'll do the ppt" you said, packing your things. "I can do it —". "No, it's okay. See you tomorrow when we have to present" you said, quickly walking out of his house. Maybe you really were annoying when it came to projects.

— in class —

Everyone could sense something was wrong with the two of you. You even declined the coffee that was already waiting for you on the desk, probably from Fermin. "You nervous?" Fermin asked breaking the ice, but you were reading your notes on the project. "It will be alright I hope" he continued. The professor entered the room, so you could just ignore his presence while your colleagues presented their work. "So, today we are going to start with Mr. Lopez and Miss Y/L/N" he said and your face fell. Why were you the ones starting? "Because Mr. Lopez has training in an hour" he said as if reading your mind. Of course, the football princess is busy. You stood up and Fermin after you, going to the front of the class with your laptop. "It will be okay" Fermin whispered.

The presentation was flawless, except some parts where Fermin forgot what to say, but you saved his ass. The professor told you you'll find the grades later today and gave the class a short break. "That went amazing" Fermin said, following you out of the classroom. "Yeah sure" you mumbled. "You're not staying for the rest of the class?" Fermin asked, knowing you rarely missed any. "Mind your own fucking business" you said, going to the coffee shop to buy a coffee. "I bought you a coffee earlier—". "Why are you following me around, Fermin? Don't you have training?" You asked. "What's up with you?" He asked annoyed. "How dare you! You're being an asshole, not even telling me we have to present first" you said, taking your cup of coffee. "It doesn't matter anyway" he shrugged. "Maybe not for you, but for me yes. That's why we're a team, we tell each other things like that. But obviously, you thought I was a perfectionist and didn't even care to tell me about this tiny detail" you said, storming out of the coffee shop. "Well I'm sorry, but it doesn't matter—". "Maybe for you because guess what? You already have your future, but I don't. Everything I do for Uni counts. And I don't want a stupid spoiled footballer to ruin it" you snapped. "Alright. I don't even need your help anymore. You're a perfectionist and obsessed with your grades. All you do in study all day. Go have some fun" he said angrily. "Sorry for not blowing smoke up your ass, fucking idiot" you spat, turning the opposite direction and walking away from him.

———

When you got home, you threw yourself on the bed and thought about how you had the impression Fermin had a good opinion on you, unlike the rest of your colleagues who thought you were introverted and studied all day. You felt betrayed and used. Maybe he just wanted to do this project with you because he knew you would do the job in order to get a good grade. How stupid you were to believe he actually saw you differently.

———

"Joder, tio! What's up with you?" Gavi asked as he nutmegged Fermin for the third time today. "Did something happen today with that project?". "Yeah, I fucked up" Fermin replied. "Why? You didn't get a good grade?" Gavi asked. "No, we did. I fucked up with Y/N. Told each other some things" and Fermin told Gavi everything that happened earlier. "Joder! I told you she's a keeper" Gavi said. He was mad at his best friend. "I know, I just... don't know. I actually like that she studies a lot and doesn't to parties. And these weeks I found the other side of her, because when we were together, she wasn't that introverted. I liked her like that" he explained. "Joder! You're in love with her" Gavi said. "I'm not" Fermin argued. "Even if you were, I don't think she wants to see you ever again" he said. "Thanks Gavi. Really makes me feel less shit now" Fermin rolled his eyes. "What should I do?". "Let her cool down. And maybe then explain everything to her" Gavi suggested. "Explain what?". "That you like her, idiot" Gavi said, slapping his head. "And don't tell me you don't. She came to take care of you when you were sick. She has feelings for you too" Gavi said. "Since when are you Dr. Love?" Fermin teased. "Since when my best mate is completely blind and stupid" Gavi said.

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odessa-castle · 11 months

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I'm bouncing around a larger post about Nishiki and the mortifying ordeal of being known, but in the meantime I'm thinking about Nishiki and Kiryu and how the clothes make (or don't make) the man. Like, beyond my visceral horror that Kiryu begged Nishiki to pick out a safe and boring suit for him in Y0 and then said he was envisioning something purple with gold stripes.

I'm thinking about Nishiki's incredible sensitivity to image and his need to control how he's perceived. I'm thinking about Kiryu's inability to let go of the past. I'm thinking about how KIryu dresses like who he thinks he is, and Nishiki dresses like who he thinks he wants to be.

There's some interesting incidental dialogue between Nishiki and Kiryu in Y0 while they're en route to the men's suit store. I wish it wasn't so easy to miss, because there's a lot to unpack here. (I'm just transcribing the English in-game subtitles here; I don't speak Japanese so I have no idea how loose vs. direct the localization is in this part.)

NISHIKI: …now that I think about it, you've been dressing like an old man since we were kids. KIRYU: Have I? NISHIKI: Yeah. The few times we got to pick our clothes, it was always like, "you're choosing THAT?" NISHIKI: I wouldn't say you're a plain guy…You'd pick shirts with weird prints though. KIRYU: Guess I forgot all that. It's weirder to me that you haven't. NISHIKI: Well, confession time. You're why I started caring about fashion. I swore I'd never go out dressed like you. KIRYU: Come on, I'm not THAT bad. [we have already discussed why kiryu is, in fact, that bad.] NISHIKI: [laughing] Aww, did I hurt your feelings? NISHIKI: Well, this time you've got me with you. I'll see my bro gets taken care of. KIRYU: Heh. What an honor. NISHIKI: Leave it to me.

Nishiki doesn't bring up Sunflower Orphanage much; when he does share memories of his childhood, those memories are kind of painful (see: "do orphans not get to dream?"). Kiryu's surprised that Nishiki remembers how they dressed as kids, but it makes sense that wearing a limited selection of hand-me-downs stuck with Nishiki so strongly. His clothes announced his poverty, and they weren't even his -- he had to share them with the other orphans, so what he wore showed he belonged to yet another stigmatized group. And I'm sure people picked up on those visual signals, especially other kids. Kids can be vicious, and appearance is an easy and immediate target! We don't know for sure how young Nishiki interacted with his peers and teachers, but given what the Morning Glory kids go through in Y3 (and given, like, everything about Nishiki), he probably didn't have a great time.

Kiryu frames his childhood as poor but loving, and places much more emphasis on the latter. There might be some rose-colored glasses at work there -- let's look at the flashback where Kazama tries (and fails) to violently dissuade Kiryu and Nishiki from joining the yakuza.

KIRYU: I owe you everything, but this isn’t about that. [...] We’ve looked up to you for all this time. Your car. Your confidence… The way everybody bows to you. We idolized you. I want that life, too. Is that so wrong!?

Nishiki doesn't really speak in this flashback, but like, Kiryu uses "we" enough for us to draw some obvious conclusions about Nishiki's own motivations. That being said, I don't think Kiryu's being dishonest or disingenuous when he describes his childhood as happy, and himself as well-loved. He's not ashamed of his upbringing, and he doesn't hide where he came from. Nishiki seems to have the inverse view. It's not that he doesn't love (at least some of) the people he grew up with, but what comes up first for him is what he didn't have. He didn't have money. He didn't have respect. He didn't have a cure for his little sister. He didn't have a lot of choice, right down to the clothes he wore.

(There's a whole other essay here about why Kiryu's and Nishiki's perspectives diverge on this, but I'm trying to limit the scope of this post. Suffice to say that, while I don't think game canon gives a timeline, I do think Nishiki was a little older when his parents were killed -- old enough that he actually remembers them, at least.)

The same mindset fuels Nishiki's interest in fashion. Yeah, part of it is that he's ribbing Kiryu, but I think it goes deeper than Kiryu wearing ugly shirts. Nishiki doesn't want people to look at him and see what's missing. Fashion isn't a means of personal expression for him, really. It's a message. It's the interplay of knowledge and resources and presentation: knowing what clothes read as successful and trendy and expensive, being able to afford those things, and convincing people that your successful important outfit makes you a successful important person. And he's not wrong about the social dimensions of fashion.

NISHIKI: Try sporting a suit that runs 500 grand for once. Trust me, you’ll see the world in a whole new light. KIRYU: Fashion’s not my thing. Besides, Kazama-san never wore flashy clothes. NISHIKI: You do realize he’s the family captain, right? Number two in the whole Dojima operation? You get to that level, you can wear whatever you damn well please. But for the rest of us, “flashy” is part of the business. KIRYU: So that fancy new car you bought was just “business”. NISHIKI: Yeah, and that fancy lighter of mine, too. Which you still haven’t given back. KIRYU: You want to play the rich guy, quit being so stingy. NISHIKI: But you get what I’m saying, right? People see the expensive car, the designer jacket, and the gleam of that little Dojima pin, they pay attention. A yakuza’s only as good as his image. [...] Take your buddy today. These squeaky-clean idiots, borrowing money just to blow on tits and booze… Nobody in this town gives a crap about substance. What you see is what you get.

That's our first take on one of the major themes of the game: what does it mean to be yakuza? Again, there is truth to what Nishiki's saying here, particularly in terms of the ethos of the eighties. I'm not an expert on the bubble era, but the worldbuilding in the game speaks for itself. People hail taxis with 10,000-yen bills. You punch money out of punks during random street battles. Nishiki keeps a personal bottle of high-end booze at a bar he's visited twice, mostly because he "can’t stand being taken for a bum." The act of spending is important, not what you're spending it on.

Nishiki's outfit in Y0 is perfectly suited (heh) to that outlook. And look, I might be inviting controversy here, but in context, I think it's a werq. Yes, it's loud. But the silhouette -- squared shoulders, single breasted, thinner peaked lapel -- is right on trend for the time period, and it fits him well. The colors look good on him. The bold pattern (no, it's not animal print) under the solid maroon is a risk, but he pulls it off. And excess aside, he knows when to pull back on the accessories. It's bright and confident and memorable, and boy would Nishiki like to be all of those things.

Also -- and importantly -- Kiryu would never go out dressed like that. Because we can't talk about Nishiki and Kiryu without talking about Nishiki's Mt. Fuji-sized inferiority complex. Mastering image doesn't just make Nishiki stand out; it makes him stand out from Kiryu. Let's go back to the beginning of the game.

NISHIKI: I’ll admit, though, you’re finally starting to look the part. You make a pretty convincing yakuza. You’re done with collections today, right? KIRYU: Yeah. NISHIKI: Good. That should put Kazama-san’s mind at ease a bit. KIRYU: Heh, dunno about that. But he always knew all I could do is fight. You’re the one who’s good at the dance.

Nishiki then calls attention to the "rags" that Kiryu's wearing, which...is not an unfair assessment. (TUCK IN YOUR SHIRT, KIRYU. HEM YOUR PANTS.) As the two of them walk around Kamurocho, Nishiki offers Kiryu plenty of hot tips, from meeting girls to making big bucks to cozying up to the brass. But even when Nishiki's opining on his area of expertise, there's a competitive edge to it. "You asking me to pick out clothes for you means you admit you have terrible taste," he tells Kiryu on the way to the suit shop. Kiryu tells him to shut up, but there's no actual hurt behind it. Kiryu doesn't really care that his taste in clothes sucks. Fashion isn't important to him. Most of the things Nishiki knows so much about don't really matter to Kiryu. And that makes Nishiki feel more insecure! Because if Kiryu rolls out of bed looking like a yakuza, if Nishiki's image counseling sessions aren't helpful or meaningful, if Kiryu can skip the dance and get to the top on the strength of his fists and convictions, then who cares about Nishiki's 500 grand suit or his hourlong hair care routine? If image isn't what makes a yakuza, what does that make Nishiki?

At the end of Chapter 6, Nishiki tries to look out for Kiryu again -- this time, by granting him a merciful death before the Dojima Family drags him to the Hole. It's one of my favorite scenes in the game. Nishiki's crying too hard to aim the gun properly; Kiryu tells him to man up and shoot. Finally, Nishiki collapses.

NISHIKI: Can’t do it… How could I shoot you!? Without you, I’ll always be nothing. Can’t make it as a yakuza… No. I wouldn’t even still be alive now if I didn’t have you beside me! I’m just… If you’re not with me, I’m useless! Nothing means anything!

Mastering image hasn't granted Nishiki anything of substance. At the end of the day, Nishiki's playing dress-up, and he knows it.

And I'm almost certainly getting into overthinking-this territory now (if I haven't gotten there already), but I kind of like the spin this puts on Nishiki ripping his expensive suit off in Chapter 14 when he decides to fight the Dojima Family at Kiryu's side. Like yes, ripping off your outer layers to get at the naked (so to speak) truth -- your irezumi, and what it represents -- is just Yakuza Storytelling 101. It's decisive, it's kind of dumb, it's great, it gets me hyped every time. But I like that Nishiki's honest answer to "what does it mean to be a yakuza?" isn't about looking the part. I am genuinely trying not to end this paragraph by saying that Nishiki must become like a dragon, but like...you get where I'm going with this.

Of course, Nishiki's back to playing dress-up in Y1/Kiwami. I'm not the first to call the Patriarch Nishikiyama look a glow-down (though I like the patterned white tie). Like, fashion-conscious Nishiki would look good in a Hedi Slimane/Tom Ford-esque skinny black suit. But he picks a silhouette you'd expect to see on a much older man, torso-swallowing pants and all. The slicked-back hair doesn't help. He's just so transparently trying to look bigger and broader and older, and he doesn't pull it off. Big Bad Patriarch isn't a good look for him, in any sense of the phrase.

A final thought: Kiryu's clothes, and Nishiki's commentary on them, are the subject of their first conversation in Y0 -- and of their last. Kiryu's costume progression in Y0 is a pretty obvious commentary on his journey, to the point where Kiryu and Nishiki explicitly call attention to the color connotations in their final exchange. As a Dojima grunt, he wears black, and it doesn't look good on him because "brutish thug who keeps his head down and does what he's told" isn't a role he's comfortable with. He wears white when he works in real estate, but the change in color isn't enough to sell anyone on his transformation into a civilian. Although it's a little rich for Oda "Red Clown Shoes" Jun to chide someone for not wearing a proper suit. At the end of the game, Kiryu's in his classic grey suit, and well, the game spells it out:

KIRYU: I’m not feeling black or white these days. This is where I’m at right now. I chose it myself. I’m making it a fresh start. NISHIKI: Fine, fine. See if I care! Wear it the rest of your life!

Nishiki, dismayed, tells Kiryu that the grey suit already looks dated, but for Kiryu, "fresh start" doesn't mean "on trend". His image might be out of step with how other yakuza view themselves, or want to be seen, but if he's always going to look like a yakuza, he might as well stake his claim on what being a yakuza means. Still, it's telling that, even as a young man, Kiryu looks like a throwback to an earlier era. As the series progresses, the games hammer this home more and more. How many antagonists tell Kiryu that he's out of touch with the modern world, that he represents a version of the yakuza that no longer exists, that it's time for him to make way for the next generation?

"Wear it the rest of your life!" is a funny little in-joke, yeah, but...it's a little sad when you think about it, isn't it? Kiryu gets new outfits from Y3 on -- and in every game, he ultimately puts the suit back on and heads to Kamurocho. It's exactly of a piece with how Kiryu views being yakuza. We, and he, can debate the exact extent of his retirement from the Tojo Clan's affairs, but the yakuza isn't a career for Kiryu, it's a set of beliefs he carries with him. He wears the suit the same way he wears the dragon on his back: as an indelible part of his self-image.

#yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #yakuza meta #kiryu kazuma #nishikiyama akira #kazuma kiryu #akira nishikiyama #i've been poking at this thing intermittently for months but a certain tournament really got my mental gears going again #yakuza's just really fun to put under a microscope #i'm interested in the way the games do things even when i don't like what they do #(although to be clear i *do* generally like how rgg dresses its cast)#(even the outfits i make fun of are usually like...coherently delivering a statement about the character wearing them)#genuinely did not think i'd spend so much time writing this but hey #maybe i'll do these kinds of posts more than like...biannually...if they're sufficiently interesting #meta

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cursedvibes · 26 days

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I went on @epickiya722 blog and ranted all about how I think that the womanizer characterisation of Gojo by the fandom does not make sense. The points I gave to why this man can not even be in one relationship were:

Trust issues. Gojo does not trust a lot of people due to being the target of assassination attempt since his birth.

Self isolation. He does not feel like others truly understand him or can relate to him. So, he does not truly give himself the opportunity to be close to anyone.

I could go in more detail but I already saturated, the previous blogger ask and I do not want to trigger a hypefixation that will make me write a 2000 words essay on " Gojo got no hoes: this man has a negative rizz".

Also, I'm new to the fandom, so my interpretation could be lacking a lot of elements from the manga.

What do you think? (This is a bait for you to write a loooooooooooooooooooong answer)

I forgot to add. I don't think that most Jujutsu Sorcerers are in the mental headspace to be in a relationship with all the things they have to deal with. Maybe if it is for politics, as in getting married to someone because of their abilities and how it can be beneficial for your clan.

Well, I wouldn't really say I'm an expert on Gojo, but he's definitely not a womanizer. The only reason this is even such a popular perception of his character is because of some misinterpretation of a comment Gege made before Hidden Inventory started, where they said Gojo wears sunglasses when meeting girls/a girl (Riko). And I guess fans assume because they think Gojo is hot, he must be swimming in pussy. In canon, most people seemed to be turned off by his personality and status though. Yuuta (guy who still runs around with the replica of the girl who made a pinky swear with him in elementary school) even teases him about how ridiculous him having a significant other is. Gege said that at least when they were teenagers, Geto was the more popular one. Can't say I understand that because the guy seemed like an absolute bore and always looked down on the people he considers weak just like Gojo. Gojo was being straight-forward about it and not pretending he's a nicer person than he actually is, which I can respect much more than Geto's slimy attitude.

I agree that a big problem for Gojo is the self-isolation he puts on himself that comes with being considered The Strongest. People might be intimidated, but fundamentally there is nothing keeping him from forming close relationships with others once he knows them better. He sees himself as entirely removed from others and not even having/being the same existence.

He is the one who put himself up there and who thinks that only someone on a similar pedestal like Sukuna or previously Geto could understand him because he considers them separate from other humans and closer to himself. The label "The Strongest" is a necessity for him to think he could ever form a truly equal relationship with someone. That way he is very similar to Kashimo and Yorozu, also people who tried to teach Sukuna about love and desperately tried to relate to him because they thought he was the only person who could understand them (he doesn't and he isn't) and that way they only managed to close themselves off to people who could've actually helped them.

Vulnerability also plays into it to an extent because it's no coincidence that Gojo has his Limitless on almost constantly. The thing is, to form a real personal bond with others and have a close relationship with them, he needs to make himself vulnerable and also step down from the pedestal he put himself on to meet them at eye-level. You see that very well with how Takaba and Kenjaku's fight ended. Kenjaku also used to separate themselves from others for safety reasons, suspicion and just general habit. They craved friendship, but had trouble forming the truly equal relationship friendship requires for them. In the end, Kenjaku allowed themselves to fully engage with and get involved with Takaba and that vulnerability led to their death, but it also made them happy and as they said, was one of the best moments in their long life because it fulfilled the base wish/desire that was behind all the wild experiments and merging of people and curses and whatnot.

You could say Gojo is similar and had a similar death in that he was made vulnerable, but it wasn't so much that he stepped down from his pedestal to connect with the people who were already trying to reach him and cared about him, instead he made himself vulnerable by antagonizing someone who also stands on a different pedestal. He doesn't lower his guard, he seeks out someone who could overcome it by force. Unfortunately, that person doesn't actually care about him. If he had tried to connect more with the people already next to him, he might've been happier or more emotionally fulfilled, even if that means he would have to give up his strength or lower his defence. Instead of making children into weapons in hopes of some of them also climbing on that pedestal, he could've left his. There is pressure for him to be in that high position, no question, but he is the one who separates his existence and status as a living being from others. He would've needed to unlearn that thinking first.

All in all, the last thing you said in the second ask is most important. Sorcerers, especially the ones at Jujutsu Tech, generally just don't have romantic relationships or close relationships in general. Not the type the "womanizer Gojo" people are thinking about at least. Gege avoids talking about couples, but the only sorcerers who might be in a relationship are Kirara and Hakari and they aren't part of Jujutsu Tech anymore. Yaga is divorced and we don't know anything about the others except that most of them are very lonely and depressed. Some sorcerers, particularly those in the big clans, are married, but they don't seem that happy. Maki's parents don't look like they love each other or have any joy in their life really. So if we go by canon, no sorcerer is in a committed and/or loving relationship as far as we know (like I said even Hakari & Kirara are up in the air), which makes sense because most of them will soon die anyway. Maybe some of them have sex on the side, but probably more as coping mechanism. With how hung-up Gojo is on Geto aka the closest relationship he had in his life, I don't see Gojo being one of them. Not saying he's crying into his pillow 24/7, but getting close enough for sex with others seems difficult. Plus, ideally the other person also has to like him enough to agree to do it with him and finding someone like that isn't easy either.

tldr: I agree "Gojo got no hoes: this man has negative rizz"

#asks #jjk spoilers

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artiststarme · 1 year

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Midlife Crisis

Should I write this into a longer fic or leave it as is? I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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Steve didn’t know what to do with his life. It was a common thought he had on his shifts at Family Video. What was he doing? He of all people knew how short life could be and yet, he was wasting his own. Steve spent his weekdays working soul-draining double shifts just to sleep all weekend or work some more to make a meager $3.25 an hour. It was pathetic.

He didn’t have any goals or aspirations. His friends were making plans, trying to impact the world and make a difference. Dustin was taking a bunch of STEM classes so he could apply to MIT in a few years and work at NASA like some type of hotshot mathematical genius. Robin was applying for elite linguistics programs at colleges across the country to understand more cultures and ways of communicating. Even Eddie ‘repeated high school three times’ Munson had goals. He was traveling to different cities with the band, trying to make it big as Corroded Coffin.

Steve’s biggest goal was to get out of bed in the morning and stay alive for another day but he wasn’t even doing that very well. He needed something to be interested in, something to devote his life to and take pride in but he had no idea where to even start.

Steve was twenty years old and having a midlife crisis. He hadn’t even enjoyed any of the twenty years he’d been around and now it felt like he was too late to do anything about it. He was too old for college, too dumb to get in even if he wasn’t. He couldn’t get a good job without a degree or quality life experience and he couldn’t mention any of that thanks to a stack of NDA’s.

He needed something though. His parents were done with housing their deadbeat son who managed to disappoint them with anything he attempted. He was sick of his friends saying that they had to study or they’d end up like him. And he was sick and tired of being the only person he knew that had nothing going for him.

So one day, he decided to be spontaneous. He put in an application to the University of Illinois with an entrance essay about personal struggles, neglect, and self-doubt. He poured his heart and soul into that essay hoping against all odds that the admittance committee would look past his mediocre grades and would take a chance on the kid that struggled all by himself behind a smiling facade.

He forgot about the application until he got a letter in the mail from the university. He almost threw it away right then but decided to take a look just to reinforce what he already knew, no college would want him.

But they did. They congratulated him on his acceptance into their school in the fall and complimented the writing skills in his essay. They said they looked forward to having him join their program and mentioned that he would make a difference.

So Steve took them up on it. He kept the news to himself until it was time to leave and said his goodbyes to the Party on his way out of town. He was moving on so they could too. Steve wouldn’t be the one holding them back anymore. Then, he drove past the Leaving Hawkins sign without a backwards glance.

Years later, Steve thought back on his midlife crisis. He was just a stupid kid at the time that didn’t know all of the options he had at his disposal. Now, he was a world-renowned novelist with novels on the New York Times Bestseller list. He never would’ve seen himself becoming a writer but here he was, working his dream job.

He never would’ve seen himself dating Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson either but here they were, partnered since 1988, married since 2014, and touring the world together on the Corroded Coffin international tour.

Steve was having a crisis about a lot of things but everything turned out better than he ever could have imagined. He could’ve given up or accepted that he would never make a difference in the world or have a purpose in life. But instead, he took a chance and now he was living the best life that he could’ve ever dreamed of.

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#just a little crisis #he's fine #we're all fine #stranger things #steddie #fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson

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Tom the Poet or Tom the Filmmaker

I would like all my theories to have evidence that back them up. I’ve come from fandoms where things said are a cute thing, worth considering, but solid theorising comes with quotes, screenshots, counting toes and following the writer’s pattern of three hint and foreshadowings before the big reveal. Therefore, I’m going through the first game yet again to collect all this information and put it in something coherent, something I will be happy with. I hope that the waves of my research will carry me to the proper essay with all the proofs necessary on every statement I’ve made in my first pinned post.

But there are still questions that have no answers as far as I know. One of them: why Tom Zane was made into a filmmaker and by whom?

In Control’s AWE the cutscene where Tom and Alan meet is a toned-down version of their encounter in Room 665. Alan asks if Tom is the Tom, the poet and the diver and Tom replies that it was just a beloved character in his old film. They have the same conversation at the start of Room 665 in Alan Wake II.

Alan seemed always forget that he (or someone else) changed Tom’s identity to filmmaker, still convinced that Thomas Zane he encountered at the start of his journey was a poet and a diver. First, when Tom-the-filmmaker was introduced, I thought that Alan forgot who Zane was and what he learned about him (I wouldn’t put it past Alan: he forgot many things he wrote, even his birthdate somewhat slipped his mind — in 2010 or in the Dark Place; the guide for the first game states that he’s 31, when the statue near the Parliament Tower claims he was born in 1977), but in both cases he kept insisting that Tom was a poet. So, the opposite is true: Alan forgot that Tom now is a filmmaker.

But why is Tom made to be a filmmaker? Even the second game insists that the Tom was a poet: Cynthia notes this in her journal, marvelling at why everyone thinks that he was a filmmaker; even the boys of Old Gods of Asgard say “you need him [Tom] to write the ending,” “art, like Tom’s writing” and “it’s Tom’s story we are dealing with, he’s gotta be the one to rewrite it”. And they are the only three people who knew the real Tom Zane and have some credibility in what he really was: a poet or a filmmaker.

The boys, of course, are a discussion on their own; Tom and Alan are interchangeable in their heads, they might talk about Alan the writer, hence “write, writing, story, rewrite”, but Cynthia has no such issues. She never mistook Alan for Tom, she loved Tom her whole life, devoted to his wishes and for sure wouldn’t mess such a big part of his identity in her head.

Then we have This House of Dreams, where we can read poems, some of them are by Thomas Zane and the Bright Presence shows Samantha that he was indeed a poet. Let’s add Jesse Faden into the mix, who as well, remembers Thomas Zane being a poet and even recites one of his poems in Control’s recordings. She still believes he was a poet somewhere around 2019, judging by her words about her needing to be in New York soon. Only in AWE DLC when she hears Tom claiming he’s a filmmaker, she changes her mind. But at this time, she’s already in yet another Alan’s story, her beliefs shaped by his writing (or by the words of her therapist and this vision of Tom and Alan; take your pick).

So, the question remains: why was Tom made a filmmaker?

My belief here is that Alan (or Scratch — do not confuse with Mr. Scratch) had no need of a poet. In This House of Dreams we see two sets of poems: one is by Thomas Zane and another is by Alan himself, in Control’s AWE Alan also claims that he wrote poems, and what value can Tom-the-poet add to Alan’s attempts to escape? A filmmaker on the other hand, as Tom says in AWII, can make a companion piece for his manuscript. Hence the filmmaker, the auteur.

As a side note. I do believe that the real Thomas Zane never makes his appearance in any games, first we see the Bright Presence possessing the body of Tom, then we see yet another Alan’s face in the Dark Place, that takes shape of what he believes Tom Zane was, and this part of Alan becomes a filmmaker at some point in his journey. After all, as the real Tom once wrote:

When you’re lost You’re lost in your own company

#thomas zane #tom zane #alan wake #alan wake 2 #remedy entertainment #control game #control remedy #alan wake ii #RCU theory

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How To Defeat MC

(Or how to Defeat The Great Mammon p.2 lol)

Bruh I haven’t posted any fics in so long, I’m so sorry y’all 😭 I’m trying to get back into the habit of writing again tho! I hope y’all like it and I’m also gonna put the link to the first one of these right below this!

1st part

Mammon x MC (Gender neutral)

Words: 1372

MC couldn’t help but feel like Mammon was plotting something. They had been a bit on edge ever since Mammon declared he would get his revenge on them. That was over a week ago, and he hadn’t made any attempts yet. It’s not like MC had avoided him either, as they had still been hanging out regularly. MC couldn’t tell when he was going to attack, but they started wishing he would just get it over with. This was all they could think about as they were sitting on the couch next to the demon, watching a movie in his room.

“Oi, MC!” They jumped hearing Mammon's voice call out to them. They realized that they had been spacing out for a good few minutes and didn’t even hear the first couple times he said their name.

“Y-Yeah?” They looked over to the demon on the other side of the couch.

“Could you pass the popcorn, it’s on your side.” MC looked down to the popcorn bag next to their leg on the floor.

“Oh, sure. Here.” They handed it to him and tried to focus on the movie, but couldn’t help but get lost in their thoughts again. They almost jumped again when Mammon’s hand touched their forehead, pressing themselves to the back of the couch in surprise when they realized how close he was.

“Are you feeling okay? Your face seems kinda red and you’ve been acting so jumpy lately?” The genuine concern in his voice made them feel a bit bad for making him worry.

“Don’t worry Mams, I’m fine, just… thinking about the essay we have due next week.” They hoped that was believable enough, and by look on the demon’s face, it seemed to be.

“Aaah I see, I wouldn’t worry though, you always ace those, you’ll be fine!” He smiled and gave them a pat on the head. MC closed their eyes and leaned into the hand, warm and comforting as always. What they weren’t expecting was the demon’s other hand to randomly trace under their chin, making them move away from the touch with a quiet squeak.

“M-Mammon?!” He smirked at their reaction, moving on top of them to pin them onto the couch.

“You didn’t think I forgot about my promise, did ya?” MC could already feel the giggles building up in their chest, of course they didn't forget, it’s all they had been thinking about for the past week.

“I figured all that waitin’ you made me do, I should return the favor. That’s the real reason you’ve been so jumpy around me, right?” As he spoke from his spot sat on top of their thighs, he hovered one hand over their tummy, the other pinning both of their hands down by their wrists, smirking down at them. Sometimes it was easy to forget how strong he was, since he was always so gentle with them, but even now he was making sure his grip wasn't too tight.

“If you knew, thehen why did you bother to ask?” A small laugh couldn’t help but slip out as they tried to keep some composure, though the little they had was already crumbling.

“Honestly, just wanted to see what you’d say, I wonder if you would’ve just asked for it if I waited a bit longer? Guess you’re lucky The Great Mammon is super generous and won’t make you wait any longer.”

“You just couldn’t wait any more yourself, cohould you?” This time the laugh wasn’t just out of anticipation, but at the demon himself, always trying to play so cool, but usually just ending up looking too cute for his own good. Just like now, face slightly flushed, knowing you had seen right through him.

“Grr just stop talking and laugh already!” He released their hands and quickly started squeezing their sides, causing them to let out a quick shriek and break into loud giggles.

“Nahahaha Mahahams plehehease!” Even with their hands free, there wasn’t much they could do, settling for holding onto his wrists, despite it doing nothing to deter the demon.

“Please what? Please keep going? Please keep tickling you? I think I can do that for ya.” He smirked down at them, keeping his hands at their sides, but now scribbling his nails around the area.

“Yohohou knohow thahat’s nahat whahat I meheheant!” MC felt their face heating up at the teasing and couldn’t help but squirm side to side, trying to dodge his fingers, but failing miserably.

“Oooh, I’m sorry. You meant please tickle your tummy, didn’t ya?” He moved his hands to their stomach, still using his nails to lightly scratch all over.

“Nohohoho Mahahamon!” Mc could barely get out any words through their laughter. They knew the demon could be merciless from seeing him wreck his brothers, but this was their first time being on the receiving end of one of his attacks, though they couldn’t say it wasn’t deserved.

“Oh? Still not the right spot? How about your ribs? Your underarms? Your neck?” He quickly jumped from spot to spot, pinching their ribs, then spidering under their arms, and now tracing all around their neck.

“Eehehe yohohou’re soho mehehean.” Both knew that that was a lie, and that if MC ever wanted it to stop, they could make him easily. They also knew that it wasn’t necessary anyways, and that if asked or if they seemed uncomfortable, Mammon would stop on his own, but neither wanted it to end yet.

“You haven’t seen mean yet, human~” MC felt a small shiver go down their spine at his tone. They felt his hands moving down to their hips, one of their worst spots, at the same time his head lowered to their neck. They closed their eyes, trying to prepare themselves. After a bit, they realized he hadn’t moved at all, and peeked their eyes open just a bit. They were greeted by Mammon’s grinning face right in front of theirs.

“Gotcha~” That was the only warning they got before both of his hands squeezed at their hips and he began blowing raspberries into the side of their neck. They let out a shriek and quickly broke down into high pitched laughter.

“NAHAHA W-WAHAHAHAIT! MAHAHAMOHOHON!” It was hard to think with how much it tickled, but they still couldn’t bring themself to say stop yet. Mammon stopped the raspberries to allow a little relief and so that he could speak.

“Wait? Wait for what? I thought you’d be sick of waitin’ by now, or does it just tickle too much for ya’?” MC felt like their face was on fire, it was unfair for him to be this good at both tickling and teasing.

“SH-SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Despite how bad it was, of course MC had to instigate it even more, it was just too fun to mess with the demon.

“Tch, how rude, someone clearly wants more tickle tickle tickles then~” He put his head back into their neck, this time lightly nibbling at the skin. MC couldn’t help but let out a couple snorts at how tickly the action was.

“OHOKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY, IHI’M SAHAHARRY!” Mammon took that as the sign to stop, instantly pulling his hands and head away and moving to be next to them rather than on top.

“That’ll teach ya’ to challenge The Great Mammon, remember this next time you plan on attacking me, human.” Despite his prideful tone, he was keeping a careful eye on how MC was doing, making sure he didn’t go too far and ready to get them whatever they may need. MC curled into his side, residual giggles still slipping out.

“Ahand you called mehe evil.” They let out a yawn, feeling the exhaustion kicking in, and started drifting off to sleep, head in Mammon’s lap.

“Y’know, you’re pretty cute like this, all tickled out, I might have to do it more often.” He smiled down at them, starting to feel pretty sleepy himself.

“I wouldn’t mind, as long as I get to tickle you too.” Hearing this, Mammon felt himself getting flustered again, but both were too tired to really care about what they were saying.

“I guess that’d be alright.” They both had good dreams that night.

#obey me #obey me tickle #My writing #mammon #mammon x mc #Tickling #tickle fic #its literally been over a year since i finished anything omg

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 4 months

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Stsg anon back at it again with a new idea for you to eat!!! poly, teen!stsg where they both develop a crush on reader who’s quiet, who’s timid, who keeps to themselves. Not as strong as either of them and not as popular. They two are best friends and they certainly won’t fall apart over a crush, so they talk it out and decide they’re both perfectly fine with arranging some sort of polyamory (if you return their feelings, of course. That was something suguru pointed out btw 😭)

(…which they both convince themselves is totally just for the sake of maintaining their friendship, just for the sake of both of them getting to date you, totally not also because there’s some romantic tension between them that they aren’t ready to face yet.)

But they have such different ideas on how to go about courting you and they bicker (lightheartedly) about it all the time. Suguru who thinks that they should go about it gently, kindly, who thinks they should take it slow. Who’s so thoughtful, who recognises that being flirted with by two very attractive and popular guys could be overwhelming, especially for someone shy and introverted. Who’s charming because he’s gentle, because he brings you food when you mentioned you were in a rush and forgot to make your own, who’s just so kind and always seems to offer you a spot with him and satoru when he spots you alone in your classroom at lunch. Who gives the softest smiles and gently taps your shoulder to get your attention, who’s big hands gently brush against your own when he hands you a worksheet.

But Satoru is eager. Confident, exceedingly so. Who, when he wants something, he gets it. He’s the Satoru Gojo for the love of god, he knows he’s everybody’s dream man, so he sees no reason in waiting or being slow- who, not for the first time in his life, needs suguru to calm him down and force him to be rational and not freak you out. He’s the embodiment of a lovesick puppy. Who showers you in gifts even if you aren’t dating yet, because he just can’t resist ! Who brings you flowers he remembers you said you liked, who writes witty and flirty notes and chucks them at your head (gently) in class when the teacher isn’t looking, who’s always slinging an arm around your shoulder, flicking your forehead, ruffling your hair. Who grins and winks at you in such a satoru way, who excitedly grabs your hand and interlinks your fingers when he wants to bring you somewhere, who has to physically hold himself back from squealing and giggling like a schoolgirl when he catches you glancing or blushing at either of them.

Both of them who make sure nobody gives you shit, who are with you constantly, always making sure you’re okay and not upset about anything, who help you to become a little more self confident and extroverted (around them at least), and who don’t mind it when it’s one of those days where you’d prefer to just be your normal self, to read and be alone (alone from everyone but them of course, god forbid the clingy bfs go a second without you..)

Giggles so hard…. They’re such cutie pies <3333 this might be a little bit too long but I just needed to share this thought augh I’m such a sucker for them and how they respond and think about things differently yet are still each others ride or dies :3 !!

HELP MEEEEEEE THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER I COLLAPSED 😭😭😭 stsg anon u need to write a fic this concept makes me so weak

i know i already said it but u r just FEEDING me atp….. i lovelovelove reading these SO much pls never worry about them being too long!!! u could drop a whole essay into my askbox n i wouldnt mind at all <333 i adoreee poly stsg and ur thoughts on them !!

AND THIS CONCEPT …. hhhh :( so sweet. it gives me insane shoujo manga vibes anon !! just all heart fluttering n giddy. theyre cutiepies its true <33

and ofc i agree so much!!! sugu being the more gentle one, patient, considerate… (he’s soooo <33) while gojo is just so eager to see u smile and laugh and blush he LIVES off ur reactions……. him being his lil lovesick puppydog self and sugu trying to keep him in check LMAO thats so so cute!! squealing n giggling while sugu rolls his eyes (fondly) (lovingly) (in adoration) (i just feel like he’s so whipped for both of u… he thrives off ur joy </3)

(ALSOOOOO ANON….. the romantic tension between stsg…… i agree so so much. i think they just dont really have a word for what they feel for each other yet, but once they do… maybe there would be an adjustment period where they’re just figuring themselves/each other out but !! i think it’d be short. they just care for each other so much yknow??)

AND AND them being so protective <///3 u know the way to my heart. and understanding too!! we’ve talked abt this before anon but they really ARE such a great duo bc gojo is always there if u feel more extroverted and outgoing but on days when u just want to be silent and cozy sugu is waiting on the couch w blankets and tea <333 and them being so clingy LMAOO it’s so true…. on days when u want to be ALONE alone sugu has to literally pry gojo away from u w his bare hands 😭😭😭 n then he just waits outside the door like a dog. and sugu starts getting headaches bc he has this itch to tend to ur needs but he knows he shouldn’t disturb u PHDHDHS codependent losers <333

i loovveeee imagining them in more fluffy scenarios like this it makes me so happy wahhh… its what they deserve!!! i LIVE for ur thoughts anon tysm for the meal as always <333

#theyre our lovelies always and forever <333 #war criminals to the world silly babygirls to us frfr #poly stsg x their lil quiet introvert reader ohh im melting T_T they would be sooo protective its insane #wishing u a super nice day anon !! 🌻🌻🌱#ask tag ✩#stsg anon !! ✩

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criolla-star · 11 days

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Overwhelmed(Vinny x Garmadon) part 28

(I suggest you check out parts 1-27 if you haven't already no promises for as frequent updates I had an 8 page essay I did yesterday about fucking climate change and I finished it and I separated this part into 3 other parts as it was WAY too long)

Vinny stayed sitting up in bed trying to figure out who or what those people were. "How would they get in here...why are they after me?....Why'd I stab them...they just pulled it out...why did they want me to stab them...?" the cameraman thought and began coming up with ideas but none too crazy.

Eventually around 30minutes went by, "Vinny? How long Have you been awake?" Garmadon asked as he stretched and looked at Vinny. "O-oh umm...half and hour" the cameraman said as he looked at his phone. "You have? Did you need something?" The oni asked curiously as he sat up and pulled Vinny into a hug nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "And your voice sounds a little strained as if you were yelling" the oni added. The cameraman tensed, he completely forgot about how he was yelling at the reflection.

"Hmm? No....just couldn't sleep and my voice probably took a while to set in" Vinny responded as he hugged his lover back stroking his hand through his hair. "You were tired before, something bothering you?" Garmadon asked, Vinny shook his head as he tried to make it look believable there was no way he wad going to tell him what happened with that weird figure outside in the hallway and the weird reflection. "Promise..?" Garmadon asked, wanting to believe what Vinny said.

"Promise" Vinny responded in his normal sweet tone, "I'm not that tired anymore......I need to talk to your brother..." The cameraman added bluntly, earning a confused look from Garmadon, "Why?" the oni asked curiously as he looked at Vinny. "I...just do" he responded quickly, he wasn't going to abbreviate on this at all. "Are you sure you can even walk, or move properly?" Garmadon asked earning a nod from Vinny.

"I suppose you can go see him now....but I'm going to wait for you" Garmadon said out in defeat, he really didn't want to upset Vinny. "Alright then" the cameraman said as he stood up wobbling slightly. The oni stood up too and helped his lover balance. Vinny smiled at him before beginning to walk and Garmadon following behind as he gave Christofern a spray of water.

Nya was with Jay and Lloyd and saw the two together going somewhere. "Give me a minute Jay" She said to the lightning ninja before going over to Garmadon with the green ninja. "Now shouldn't he be in bed resting?" Nya asked curiously, the oni nodded, "Yes....but he wished to see my brother and talk to him about something" Garmadon responded as he looked at Vinny who continued walking unaware of his surroundings. "He did?" Lloyd asked as he stared at his father. "It seemed quite urgent" The oni added.

"Okay?" Nya said confusingly before going back over to with Lloyd Jay as Garmadon caught up with Vinny. "Vinny...are you alright? You seem a little more tense?" The oni asked worriedly as he followed Vinny, "I'm fine..." The cameraman responded as he itched his hand nervously, "Is something wrong with your hand?" Garmadon asked as he noticed the itching immediately, Vinny looked at his hand and an idea popped in his head, "Oh yea, it's just really itchy and I kinda want to see if he has anything for it" Vinny lied wanting the oni to stop asking questions.

The lie worked and Garmadon nodded before grabbing Vinnys' hand and kissing it softly. The cameraman lit up with blush as looked away embarrassingly before continuing to walk which made Garmadon chuckle. Eventually the two made it to where Wu was which was the library he was organising scrolls. "Garmadon...sweetheart can you wait here please?" Vinny asked, the oni was a bit sceptical but respected Vinnys' wishes and nodded receiving a kiss on the forehead from the cameraman.

Vinny knocked on the door, "Come in" Wu said from inside, Vinny looked back at Garmadon and smiled softly before going in. Wu looked happy and surprised to see his brothers' lover here. "Ah Vinny, what brings you here?" Wu asked as the cameraman went closer, "I-I umm I need to tell you something..." Vinny said, Wu could tell something was up, the cameraman wasn't in a bright or happy mood, Wu signalled for Vinny to sit down on the floor as he wasn't sure what could be wrong.

(I uploaded the other two parts of this as well so I don't keep you waiting)

#ninjago #fanfiction #survivalshipping #garmadon #vinnyxgarmadon #vinnyofngtvnews #gay #Lloyd #Nya #Jay

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fairyofthestar · 2 years

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VALENTINE 11: unplanned moments

[long narration ahead !]

you let out a giggle as you watched the ig story taehyun posted minutes ago and the sound didn't go unnoticed by the man himself. "what are we giggling about?" he asked.

you lifted your gaze to meet his wide and curious eyes which was an adorable sight. you fought the urge to coo at him. you shook your head. "it's nothing. i just saw the story you posted,"

"oh," he chuckled. "well, this really isn't part of the plan."

you nodded with a smile. "i know, but you were the one who went off-course," you teased.

taehyun rolled his eyes playfully. "whatever," he murmured, a smile threatening to form on his lips.

as soon as kiki's delivery service was done, taehyun remained silent for a few minutes. then, as if there was a switch that was flipped in his brain, he started verbalizing all of his thoughts and observations with the sparkliest eyes you have ever seen.

your heart was immensely happy to see and hear how much he enjoyed your favorite movie and how he gathered similar views and reactions as you.

it turns out, you didn't need to help him much in making his essay. he only made an outline of his work so far, but he already noted all of the important scenes and lessons taken from the movie. he would ask for your insights and note them down as well and you were also able to remind him of details he forgot about.

when he finished, he thanked you while you sheepishly told him that it wasn't a lot compared to what he wrote on his own. taehyun reassured you that you contributed a lot to his work and would tell the professor so you could also get credit one way or another (to which you declined, but taehyun has always been stubborn).

to your surprise, taehyun suggested watching another ghibli movie and you practically lit up in excitement. you decided on making him watch spirited away, the most famous ghibli movie in existence. taehyun said he's already seen this movie (to which you let out a big sigh of relief), but said he was too young to remember the majority of it.

so, that was how you ended up watching another movie with a blanket covering the both of you. the scene was so domestic and you were trying so hard not to think about it, or else you would end up being a blushing mess again.

more than halfway through the movie, you could feel yourself slowly succumb to the inviting hands of sleep. you tried to fight the desire to close your eyes and shut off the entire world, but you didn't want to fall asleep on taehyun. you felt like it would be rude of you to, and you just didn't want to waste a single second with him.

unfortunately, it was hard to fight the inevitable. it was a bit late in the night and there was something about knowing that someone else was in your company while watching a comforting movie that made you fall asleep earlier than usual.

when taehyun looked over at you and saw you sleeping soundly, two thoughts ran through his mind.

'she looks cute asleep. her neck might get strained from sleeping like that.'

without any hesitation, taehyun scooted closer to you and gently guided your head towards his shoulder. he fixed the blanket so it would cover you more and he lowered the volume of the TV.

admittedly, this new position made taehyun's heart beat faster than usual. this was new territory for him and he didn't know why this was the first thing he thought of doing instead of waking you up or letting you lay down on the couch. he was a bit flustered at his decision, but didn't think it was the wrong one. he would gladly do it again if given the chance.

taehyun continued watching the movie with you unknowingly laying on his shoulder. he soon realized that staying in such a position for a long time was uncomfortable, but he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. he endured the discomfort until the movie was finished.

while the credits rolled in, he contemplated on how he was going to wake you up. he settled on lightly shaking you. "y/n, wake up. the movie's finished," he quietly said. after a few more shakes, you were pulled away from your dream and back to reality. the first thing you saw was the credits playing in front of you, then you felt your head laying on something.

"you looked like you were already in deep sleep so i didn't wake you and just finished it myself. i'm sure you've already watched this a million times now," taehyun chuckled softly.

taehyun's voice sounded too near, as if he was only centimeters away from you. you were still a bit dazed from your sleep, so nothing was processing completely in your head. it was only a few minutes after when you realized why his voice sounded so close to you.

your heart picked up at the realization that you were laying on his shoulder. did you do it while you were asleep? did he find you annoying because of it? well, he didn't push you away so maybe that's not the case… but what if he just let you lay on his shoulder out of pity? your mind was whirling with questions and it was all too much for your groggy state. instead of asking them all, you remained in your position, too afraid to sit up straight and face him.

taehyun thought that you were still trying to wake up from you slumber, so he continued speaking without expecting an answer. "i hope it was okay for me to move closer and place your head on my shoulder. the way you were sleeping looked uncomfortable and i couldn't just sit there and let you hurt your neck,"

you flushed at that. so this new position was because of him and his gentlemanly tendencies. you wondered how a guy as dreamy as taehyun could ever exist. it was as if he was taken straight out of a ghibli movie.

"thank you. 'm sorry for falling asleep on you," you murmured, finally finding your voice again.

"it's okay. you can make it up to me next time,"

your breath hitched. "there's gonna be a next time?" you asked and taehyun could hear the smile in your voice. he also smiled to himself.

he hummed in agreement. "i like watching movies with you,"

'and i like you,' you thought to yourself as your heart fluttered even more. it was as if everything taehyun tells you goes straight to your heart. it was all becoming too much that you might explode at any moment.

"huh?" you heard taehyun say, confused.

"what do you mean 'huh'?"

"you just said that you liked me,"

you felt like a bucket of ice cold water was poured all over you. you flinched away from him and created space between you again. you looked at him, shocked and flustered. there was no way you accidentally blurted that out loud.

the butterflies in your stomach started turning into moths and you felt your veins thrumming with panic instead of happiness. this was not part of the plan; certainly not how the night was supposed to end.

you weren't ready for him to find out about your feelings and you couldn't believe that you were stupid enough to say that tonight.

"y/n? what did you mean by that?" you were too busy thinking of a way to save yourself from your mistake to notice that there was a hint of hope in taehyun's voice that even he himself didn't realize.

after a few more seconds of silence, you finally spoke up.

"w-what i meant to say was that i like you a-as a friend! yes… as a friend. you're a good friend, taehyun," you stammered, giving him a smile that you hoped didn't look strained.

taehyun blinked at you. "oh. okay," he said and—were you still sleepy or did he sound… disappointed? you gulped. maybe you were just imagining things.

you two sat in silence for a while until taehyun suddenly shook his head as if he shook out every thought in it. he gave you a small smile. "i should get going now and let you sleep more,"

you slumped in your seat, afraid that you might have made the night turn awkward. you've never hated yourself more than now. you wanted to apologize, but then the conversation would circle back to it since taehyun isn't aware of why you felt the need to say sorry. besides, it seems like both of you wanted to avoid the topic now.

you nodded and bit your lip. "next time?" hope was evident in your voice, your palms sweating as you waited for his response.

taehyun nodded with a charming smile. "next time."

you internally sighed in relief and was finally able to show him a genuine smile after the whole ordeal. taehyun started cleaning up and so did you, a comfortable silence enveloping the room.

soon, you and taehyun were standing near your front door.

"i had fun today. thanks again for helping me with my essay and for watching those movies with me," taehyun said.

"i barely watched the second movie," you laughed and he also let out a chuckle. "you're welcome. get home safe, okay?"

taehyun nodded. "sleep well and have good dreams tonight," there was that charming smile of his again. sometimes it felt like taehyun was purposefully out to give you a heart attack.

you nodded and opened the door for him. taehyun walked through the door until he paused, turning around to face you again. you thought he might have forgotten something with the way his face looked conflicted.

you were about to ask until he took a step closer to you, his hand gently lifting. he paused the motion, like he was hesitant of his action, then continued moving, sure of himself. you felt his hand on your head and he gently started patting it.

"good night, y/n."

your heart was about to jump out of your chest. you were sure it was already tired from going through many highs tonight, but it was hard to control yourself when taehyun was acting the way he was without any explanation. he definitely wants to give you a heart attack.

"good night, taehyun," you reciprocated, breathier than you intended. yet, another smile appeared on his perfectly sculpted face and he pulled his hand away, leaving your apartment without another word.

how could you go back to sleep now?

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SYNOPSIS — with her long-term crush on taehyun, y/n finally musters up the courage to try and make the school president fall for her and be his date for the valentine's dance. the only problem was that taehyun was never fond of the whole concept of valentine's day nor the annual valentine's dance. will y/n succeed or will this be another year of watching taehyun from afar?

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 10 months

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oh god you have foolishly provided me a chance to dump the contains of my soul and heart out in the open through throwing all my favorite songs to listen to and think of Muriel at you in this essay i WILL

ok first i know its on his official playlist already BUT i feel a need to emphasize just how much it is ABsoLUTEly HIS song most of any of them: drumroll please::: 👏Wolf👏 by 👏First Aid Kit👏 any muriel simp reading this right now i am pounding you with my brainwaves of intent to go listen to it Right Now and Read those Lyrics and just try to tell me its not literally about him god if could draw id be doing such a cool animatic about it but alas it dies with me anyway WAYWARD WINDS!!! A VOICE THAT SINGS!!!! OF A!! FORGOTTEN!!!! LAND!!!!!!! SEE IT FALL!!!! CHILD OF WAR!!!! OH LEND!!!! A MENDING HAND!!!!!!!!!!! i believe ive made myself clear kbgxkyhfhkvd

https://youtu.be/6PmuuiXgIZE

i dont know if links work on anon but i had to try gjzghfdtomfg our wedding song straight up this is in my language and also like. about a girl but the words are easy to switch around so it fits lol it basically just goes like "you just had to know (to do something? like in a you know how to work me way lmao linguistics hard), that i cant forget you at all/i forgot my mother and father/my sister and my brother but i cant goshdarn forget you" and i dont know i probably cant translate that so it hits right but god its absolutely perfect to me cause like I DIDNT! FORGET HIM!! MC REMEMBERS HIM AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT!!!! EVEN WITH THE CURSE I DONT KNOW LET ME HAVE THIS ITS TOO GD ROMANTIC I CANT BELIEVE HE GOT ME ACTING LIKE THIS AGHGF im sorry for yelling i got excited

NEXT a classic we gotta pepper some hozier on this thing so here goes Nothing Fucks With My Baby cause thats my ultimate serenade for him in my head especially the "if i was born/as a blackthorn tree/id wanna be held by you/felled by you/fuel the pyre of your enemies" part as it perfectly describes my sentiments towards my man: hes my bby i will kill for him👁️👁️

theres Always Forever by Cults, i dont have that much to rant about it i just always think of him when i play it lol theres hozier again It Will Come Back which is on his official playlist too but i play around with perspectives in this one cause i put myself in the "it" position, like. im chasing here bro👀 oh my god i have got to shut up this is entirely tmi

https://youtu.be/mLycEitwJCA

i made a whole post about this one its a whole thing lmao long story short muriel on a murderous revenge quest au MOVING ON

OH i remembered another folky one

https://youtu.be/NrgwIo8GWDI

its SUCH a banger and i love it and it goes like i saw a Wolf a Fox a Rabbit so i just imprinted on it with Muriel Asra and MC respectively cause i dont know i had a phase where i decided mcs spirit animal is a rabbit cause of that scrapped introduction chapter with the labyrinth thing i guess idk im scrambling here ngfsfugc anyway it slaps listen to it and imagine a bangin tavern party and maybe youll calm down /meme

ohh ok we're on a folksy roll thats probably because i just mostly associate old timey sounding songs with arcana in general lmao i mean its like middle ages over there right

https://youtu.be/t9PUlNQOZ8o

this ones in my language again i know annoying but i found a translated version look!!! AND theres a bunch of people correcting the mistakes in the comments too if you were wanting to get deeper into research hkdggjyecb and its white voice style so depending on your taste it might sound silly but yeah this ones got some fitting lines too tying up with Murmur and its so cute and so cheesy and hopeful and sappy and it cheers me up aw

oh my god i wonder if anyone gets this far reading this ever if youre seeing this its probably during a scroll roll slow just enough to make out the letters Hello godspeed you continue on your journey with my blessings cause im noT EVEN DONE YET HAHAHAHAHAA

Motha Motha! Problems! nuff said

https://youtu.be/artn9fErRp8

this ones gonna take explaining gjxgkhpgz but maybe not that much

https://youtu.be/_h9V94b4R2g

i just had a eureka moment one day and so another animatic concept to take to my grave was born lmao but mostly its just playing into Muriels & MCs "nO i cOULd hUrt YoU Go aWaY" + "ayo hold my flower ima kill them real quick" dynamic theyve got heehee like the whole "~Dangerous~ ooh that sounds good ya" bit and also yes im in your house no im not leaving jgdghkfhgd and like i just imagined the song fitting the vibe of the whole murder lucio quest road trip with MC all "yo we Getting this shit DONE dont fuck around w my crew" (The Crew: feral milf & bear with anxiety) AND LIKE i always get to the "party like we all gon die tonight" basedrop part with the whole visual montage of us finding khamgalai and then the graveyard fight and Absolutely Everything Going to Shit and the mood shifting to "well fuck maybe we do not in fact got this" but its good we kick lucio all the way to hell at the end we good💕

https://youtu.be/ZxWiG6UJr0w

MMMMMMM THIS ONEE AWW im literally just scrolling through my endless unsorted playlist to find these gdiyyfgfz this ones just cute it doesnt really relate to anything at all actually when i think about it but its nice so here

https://youtu.be/6FEDrU85FLE

.....nope i got nothing on this one just plop it right in here

oh my god. its over. weve done it. we're free

man i hope those links work. definitely not on mobile lol whatever

Hi! and oh, WOW, this was one of the most delightfully wild essays I've ever read for Muriel and I loved it. Especially describing the dynamic on the trip south as "feral milf & bear with anxiety" XD

I've found that links don't work in asks, even with the media option turned on, so I'll include them below. Thanks for your suggestions, anon, I'll put them on the tag! ^.^

youtube

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redrose-arrow · 1 year

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RedRose (re)reads: The Ruins of Gorlan

aka the book that i originally hated

ngl, i know the first sentence by heart.

reading the first ever description of the wargals just hits different after having read TRR6

i think the prologue hits harder every time i read it - especially now that TEY have been out for a while

i would die for the wards. no cap.

why am i so nervous for choosing day???

STRANGE, HE THOUGHT, HOW SELDOM PEOPLE LOOKED UP.

bby will i love you

lowkey in love with baron arald, ngl, the man deserves so much more

martin honey, you’re trying and i appreciate that

i always forget rodney has “an enormous moustache” but i love that for him. i also forgot that arald has a beard. i always forget the beards.

imagine being nervous as hell, looking up, and looking into halt’s eyes. i too would simply pass away.

“halt had a habit of coming up on you unnoticed” how do you know, will. how do you know?

rodney’s “you don’t know what you’re in for” is kinda sad when you remember that initially horace thought the bullying was normal

arald and nigel must make some team, i’d pay to see that.

when george says “thank you” and arald is “taken aback”,,,, does no one ever say thank you??? :(

“what would you do with a turkey pie?” “eat it” as you should girlie

THE RABBITS

i still wanna know what halt was thinking when pauline was trying so damn hard not to laugh.

i can’t tell if halt setting will up was a funny prank or a mean set-up

“climbed it as easily as you get on your horse in the mroning. easier, in fact.” iconic.

arald slamming back by implying that being apprenticed to halt is a punishment: even more iconic.

“he hated it when people didn’t know he was joking” so do i, arald, so do i.

THE WILDFLOWERS. BRIGHTLY COLOURED.

i still hate halt for the housework, ngl.

i’m a little weak for the “simply oakleaf design”

“an intelligent force?” “not intelligent. intelligence. although it does help if you intelligence force is also intelligent.”

i will now interpret timeline inconsistencies as halt just full-on lying about everything.

i still wanna know why halt was in the kitchen when will stole pies.

forgetting that there’d be a stream in the way is something that’d be lowkey funny. hella inconvient, but funny.

will’s obsession with swords makes me so sad

“how did you learn how to do that?” “practice” wow so useful, thank you halt

WHY DOES THIS BOY ASK SO MANY QUESTIONS ???

i love that this book already implies that horace is gonna be better than rodney. boy’s a natural. damn. it’s what he deserves.

“sometime i think we should forget the weapons training and just throw all the paper at the enemy - bury them in it.” - karel knows best

“if you feel that’s a good idea - go ahead.” yeah no thank you

halt just really threw will onto a horse for the first time and said “go for it”, huh? seems very safe.

i also still wanna know why abelard was with old bob

i just think it’s really cute that bonding with tug is one of will’s favourite things from his first apprentice months

i love how entertained arald is by stories about halt

technically, the victory that’s awarded to halt for leading the cavalry, should be awarded to gilan. but i think halt purposefully “takes” the credit, so that morgarath will come after him, not gilan. in this essay-

halt calling will by his name instead of boy >>>

i always forget about salt peter. but here he is at last again.

i love halt blaming will for salt peter answering in questions. i would do the same.

halt dealing with salt peter should be more of a meme than it currently is

i think the boar scene would be even more incredible on the big screens. i also love how excited the men are about it.

i have a soft spot for how protective halt, rodney, and arald are of will and horace.

“he wasn’t in a rush to see another one” uh-oh. should’ve known.

tug attacking a wild animal... stresses me out now more than it did. s/o to the wolf.

THE END OF THE BOAR SCENE. i am not in tears but i sure am crying.

i forgot that the boar scene was the context for “people will think what they want to. never take too much notice of it” kslsjdj i love soft halt

halt knowing that rodney knows and will appreciate horace is just chef’s kiss

shoutout to rodney’s gut, honestly

why is always “boar scene”, and never the abuse scene? i think that one’s even more pivotal for

i think the abuse scene is also the first time halt is established as a dilf and no i will not take that back

ok but also halt is a little too cheerful lmao, it makes me terrified

“take one more step and i’ll put an arrow through you” sounds like something halt would say, but it was baby will.

“the chief ranger” i bet they only call crowley that as a joke

“and it’ll be gilan because it’s always gilan” it truly always is, eh? always was, always will be

“Halt, Halt!” is top tier commedy and i will not be accepting counter arguments at this time

i am in love with how readily gilan accepts will.

so it’s canon that gilan can imitate halt perfectly. duly noted

if will thought that maybe gilan was too small for battleschool, then yes, gilan is taller than will and halt, but not super tall apparently

IT WAS A WARM SENSE OF BELONGING, AS IF, SOMEHOW, HE HAD ARRIVED HOME FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS LIFE.

i cannot put into words how obsessed i am with them arriving at the gathering grounds and the absolute chaos that is reigning there. i am simply obsessed with rangers doing ranger business.

“crowley wants the army alerted and mobilised” friendly reminder that crowley is like the second most powerful person in the kingdom.

halt and gilan talking about the mission has me so soft, the mutual trust and love

“i’d happily kill someone for a cup of coffee” “light a fire to brew it, and you might have to do just that.”

poor next flute player

“sometimes, he thought wryly, a reputation for being right all the time could be a heavy burden” me when people ask me about salt peter and i don’t remember who tf that is

“it’s the kalkara. they have a new target and they’re hunting” the grasp that this will have on cinema audiences... uncanny

shoutout to rodney for getting will into the castle, because those guards were hella incapable

okay but arald is really showing why he deserves to be redmont’s baron and i am lowkey so proud of him.

do i know everyone’s gonna be fine? yes. am i terrified nonetheless? also yes.

the fire, the shooting, will,,,,, you legend, i am speechless

“jenny was a difficult person to refuse” good for her

there’s absolutely no reason for george not to be here. this is where the slander begins and i do not appreciate it

i still believe that at first, halt absolutely refused to take time to recover from his wounds, that arald send pauline “to straighten him out”, and that from there on out, halt refused to do absolutely anything because he was “recovering”.

nah i think he would’ve been an especially great teacher in those weeks.

THE KISS. I AM LOSING. MY MIND.

“aren’t you coming with me?” “not invited” i think halt threatened to get arald fired if he invited him. no, i don’t think - i know.

‘i am a ranger, my lord’ TEARS

AND HE WAS SMILING. AND I WAS CRYING.

i love it when halt uses his words because he can be so good with them if he wants to.

halt’s revelation that he was the man Daniel saved has my heart skip beats

HE FELT AT PEACE

that’s ironic because i do not feel ANY PEACE

#redrose reads #ranger's apprentice #rangers apprentice #redrose rants #john flanagan #i binged this books in two hours ngl

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I’m not annoyed that’s just my face. and Carrie/Anyone?

“Honey I’m home!” Flynn called, slamming the door behind her and tossing her keys in the bowl. Kicking off her fashionable boots and sighing with relief.

Looking good took effort and sometimes came with aching feet. She wondered if she could convince Carrie to rub them in exchange for Flynn making some of her patented chocolate chip cookies.

Speaking of whim, Flynn got to the kitchen and stopped short at the pinched expression on Carrie's face. "Oh fuck, I forgot about soft doors again, babe, sorry."

"What?" Carrie asked.

"You looked annoyed, so I figured it was about me slamming the door," Flynn explained.

"Well I mean, I do hate when you do that," Carrie said. "But I'm not annoyed, that's just my face."

Flynn crossed her arms at that. "Carrie, I've known you for literally your whole life, and have been your partner for nearly half of it. I know your faces, and that my sweet, is your annoyed face. So what gives?"

Carrie sighed and slumped her shoulders, letting Flynn gather her into a hug. "Long day. Didn't kick as much ass or take as many names as I thought I would."

Flynn thought on it for a moment and then rolled her eyes playfully. "Didn't get a perfect score on your essay?"

"No!" Carrie fumed. "She took off points for the font Flynnie! The font!"

"Told you Calibri was a bad choice and to stick with Times..." Flynn whistled. "But that can't be all, come on, tell me what's really got a bee in your bonnet."

"She found some really obvious, stupid mistakes that I should have caught. Made me feel two feet tall when she pointed them out. Like why didn't I catch that and I expected better."

Flynn hissed at that last one. Carrie held herself at sich a high standard already, so many people around her did the same, forgetting she was human. Tus when she made small foibles, or messed up, they let their expectations loose, and if Carrie Wilson hated anything, it was disappointing people.

Especially herself.

Flynn grabbed a hold of her cheeks and held them firm in her palms, forcing Carrie to look at her. "Babe you slaved over that essay, up to ass o'clock in the Am finishing it. You were exhausted as hell and burnt to a crisp when editing it. So yeah, you made a few tiny errors, but did that old bat have any criticisms with the content?"

"No," Carrie said, her voice small.

"She's probably grading on a fucking curve or something and needed some reason to knock you down," Flynn said. "This doesn't affect your GPS, hell it won't really do anything to your overall grade. Don't let that women's insults reflect on your brilliance yeah?"

"Okay," Carrie said, smiling sweetly.

"There's the face I love," Flynn whispered, bringing Carrie in for a tender peck. "Listen it sounds like you've had a hell of a day beating yourself up. How about we pig out on wings and beer, watch something mindless and I make your face do the thing it does when it's blissed out and sated?" She waggled her eyebrows at that, making Carrie giggle.

"I'd like that-but can we get like five gallons of ranch to go with it? I nearly burnt my mouth off with the firecracker flavour last time," Carrie requested.

"My little daredevil, of course we can," Flynn replied, and took out her phone to start ordering.

Later, bellies full, minds blissed out, and some Ghibli playing on the television, Flynn looked down at Carrie, who was slumbering on her shoulder, and wearing her absolute favourite expression on her face. Total contentment.

#filled prompts #ficlet #flarrie #julie and the phantoms

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666writingcafe · 7 months

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In the Planetarium (Again)

Belphie

"I heard you passed your potions exam," I tell MC, wrapping an arm around them.

"I almost got an A, but I missed too many questions on the written exam," they respond.

"Even though you studied your ass off?"

"I had a brain fart." I smile.

"Happens to the best of us."

"How did you do on your history exam?"

"I only missed one question."

"Out of how many?"

"200. It was one of the multiple choice questions."

"What other questions were there?" I'm surprised that MC is this curious about the content of my history exam. Then again, they are the academic type, so maybe this stuff genuinely interests them.

"The first hundred were all multiple choice. Fifty of them were short answer, and the other fifty were split evenly across two essay topics."

"That truly is a lot."

"That's Advanced History for you." I pause. "You only have two more exams, don't you?" MC nods their head. "What one are you most nervous for?"

"Speechcraft." Huh. Based on the conversation I overheard between Lucifer and Diavolo the other day, I never would have guessed that.

"How come?"

"Rumor has it that the professor reached out to random people on campus to help administer the practical portion of the exam, which means that they'll be the ones we'll have to seduce."

"That's interesting. Asmo never mentioned having to do that when he took Advanced Speechcraft."

"Apparently the professor wanted to try something new this year. It's all just speculation, though."

"I see."

"What if I get paired with a total stranger? I've never been too good with strangers. I get really shy."

"I'm sure you'll get introduced to them before you begin. Even if it's just, 'this is so-and-so, and they do xyz on campus'. But if you do go into your exam completely blind, start with their appearance. Observe their reactions and use them to hone in on their weaknesses."

"Easy for you to say. You've had thousands of years to practice."

"Don't sell yourself short. This is your second stay in the Devildom, and you're already in advanced classes. That ought to count for something." I glance up at the night sky. "The stars are magnificent tonight."

"There's certainly a lot of them." Right. I forgot. Humans have to deal with light pollution a lot more than we do. Leaning closer to MC, I point to a pair of stars.

"See those two over there?"

"The ones right next to each other?"

"Yeah. Those appeared in the sky over the Devildom after the Great War ended. They're twins."

"Like you and Beel."

"Exactly. They're our stars."

"They don't look like anything I can see back home."

"That's because they're not visible there."

"Do you like having your own star?" I nod.

"I was able to see them when I was in the attic. Whenever I felt completely alone, I would find them and imagine that Beel was sitting right next to me."

"What if we search for our own pair of stars?" That has got to be one of the most romantic things anyone has ever said to me.

"There's one that reminds me of you." I point it out to MC. It's one of the smallest stars in the sky, but it's also one of the brightest.

"It's all of us."

"What?"

"Do you not see the stars surrounding the one you showed me?"

"I'm not seeing what you're talking about, MC." They sigh, clearly exasperated.

"Okay, so there's my star."

"Right."

"And then there's a circle of stars that surround mine."

"Okay..." Where is MC going with this?

"Count the number of stars in that circle."

"What?"

"Just do it, Belphie." I start with the one on top and go clockwise. Sure enough, there's seven stars.

"The one on top is Lucifer's."

"Obviously."

"The yellowish star is Mammon's, and the pinkish star is Asmo's. The one that's almost outside the circle is Levi's. Satan's is at the opposite end of Lucifer. Beel's is the largest, and yours is the one that's closest to me." That actually makes sense.

"I don't think those are visible in the human world."

"That doesn't matter. I'll always have the memory." They put their head on my shoulder and glance up at me, a soft smile on their lips.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Admiring you."

"Me?" MC hums in response.

"You're quite pretty."

"You're not trying to practice on me, are you?"

"No. I genuinely mean it." I try to swallow, but my throat tightens up.

"MC, I..." Dammit. I can't form a complete sentence. MC repositions themselves upright, putting their face a few inches away from mine.

"You don't have to talk," they whisper. Even if I wanted to, I can't. Not coherently, anyway.

They lean in and gently kiss me.

"You know that one isn't enough." MC smiles.

"I know."

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor

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