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rinhaler · 3 months

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I know you have a bunch of requests even if your requests are closed BUT BUTTTTT what about playing fighting with plug! sukuna, i love him and he's evil i just knoww it would lead into super hot sex

if you are ever willing to elaborate i would love to read it, but don't feel pressure and take your time, thank you🥺

ohhhhhh i really got carried away ive missed his toxic ass i love plug!sukuna so much and he loves US 🥹

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, cheating, manhandling, size difference, biting, slight pining, ass eating (fem!receiving), spanking, degradation, fingering, vaginal sex, pet names (princess, sweetheart), calls your pussy 'she/her', pull out method, slight cock-sucking, hair pulling, he slaps u 🫶🏽

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Sukuna lives to torment you.

It’s the only thing that makes any semblance of sense when he emerges from his own bedroom to skulk into the living room. You’re watching YouTube videos in there while you wait for Yuuji to come home from work. It’s not like you’ve really been watching them, it’s more background noise while you play on your phone.

It’s a little odd how the videos are auto-playing reviews of different movies you’ve watched recently.

You jump when you feel his presence behind you. A disgusting, burly clearing of his throat as he reaches over you enough for you to feel skin to skin contact and snatch the remote. He jumps over the back of the couch, legs spreading wide as he backs out of the video you had playing.

“I was watching that.” you tell him.

“No, you weren’t.” he objects. “You’re on your phone.”

“I’m multi-tasking.” you lean closer to him to take the remote back, but you’re left at a loss for words as he holds it out of your reach. “Give it to me.”

“No.” he smirks. “You just sit there and carry on playing…” he squints his eyes as he peers over at your phone to see what’s on the screen, laughing immediately after. “Project Makeover? Really?”

You lunge across couch in a bid to grab the remote from him again, having no interest in listening to whatever he considers entertainment while you’re waiting patiently for Yuuji. He retaliates when you get a little too close for comfort.

A yelp escapes as he grabs your waist, moving you with ease until you’re sat on the sofa properly again. His cheek touches yours as he whispers in your ear.

“Enough.”

Your brows furrow and you attack again, a little surprised to see him throw the remote across the room once he picks a channel to watch. You try to run after it, but he quickly brings you onto his lap, holding your wrists in the small of his back as he looks up at you.

“I said, enough. Are you going to behave?” he asks, and you nod.

He lets go, but he knew there was a defiant expression in your eyes as you nodded. You leap up from his lap and attempt to run over to the remote, only to hear him hot on your heels. You bend over to grab it, laughing when you’re thwarted as he grabs your wrist.

“Sukuna,” you laugh loudly as you try to wriggle free from his grip. “Go in your own room and watch your shit.”

“I wanna watch it in here.” he tells, grabbing your other wrist when you try to pry his fingers away. He smiles as he watches you struggle to gain freedom, doing nothing more than moving your arms back and forth in hopes that he’ll free you. “Why don’t you go to Yuuji’s room?”

“I was here first!” you remind him, “And I’m waiting for him to come home.”

You continue to fight him, spinning around until your wrists slip from his palms. He watches you scramble towards the remote once again, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you back towards the centre of the room.

“Stop it or I’m gonna make you scream.” he warns you.

“You’re so full of yourself. I’m not fucking y— aah!” you scream as his fingers tickle into your sides. He didn’t realise how well it would actually work, but you’re shrieking like you’re being murdered.

He lets up when he worries about the neighbours reporting the attempt on your life to the police, still poking and prodding at your hips until you’re a giggling mess. His breath is heavy on your neck as you kick back at him and writhe against his hold.

You hunch over when your stomach begins to hurt, and his body grows tired of fighting you, too. Your strength weakens until you’re both kneeling on the ground with him behind you.

Immediately your lips are on his as you look over your shoulder. You moan into his mouth as he gropes your chest.

“Fuck.” you sigh, breathily, before he shoves you onto all fours, kissing along the column of your spine. You gasp as his fingers hook into your beach shorts, slowly peeling them down to reveal your bare cunt, glittery and pulsating with a desperation to be filled.

“Thought you weren’t gonna fuck me?” he growls, teeth nipping against your ass as he bites softly before he licks over the shallow indentations. You inhale sharply as he kisses further and further towards your ass. You know what he’s about to do and you don’t want him to. He’s such a fucking tease. You’ve never done this with anyone before, but he wraps his arm around your waist to keep you still as his tongue licks over your ass.

He truly lives to torment you.

“Squirming for me, pretending you don’t like it,” he mutters, continuing to swipe over your puckered hole. He surprises you with the occasional attentiveness of a kiss against it, almost like he’s forgetting who you belong to. “Dirty girl.”

You don’t care enough to cover your mouth, knowing Sukuna would pin your arms in place regardless. He likes to hear you. He loves to run the risk of you getting caught. The thought of Yuuji wandering in and seeing him play with his girlfriend is enough to make his cock ache. But it’s very possible, now.

Your eyes roll over white as he slips two fingers into your squelching cunt, still laving over your ass until your body convulses.

“Did you just fucking cum?” he teases you, spanking your ass and smearing your slick all over your cheek. “You really are a nasty little slut, aren’t you? Just for me, though.”

“S-Shut up and fuck me already.” you tell him. You yelp when he slaps your ass once again, but he doesn’t respond. He knows all he needs to do to shut you up is fill you with his length.

You wince as his thick length splits you open, and he moans almost pathetically at the sight of your soft pussy lips swallowing him up.

“I love this cunt, princess.” he reminds you. He presses the side of your face against the floor roughly to keep you in place. You see him out of the corner of your eye, sweating and panting like a wild animal. “Does Yuuji even make you cum anymore? Trained her to be perfect for me.”

“H-He makes me c-um.” you argue. “I l-love him!”

“Uh-huh.” he snarls, fucking you with more fervour than before. “Sweetheart… you can’t love him that much if you’re on my cock again.”

“Shut up,” you bite back, reaching behind you to slap him or punch him or something. But you know him well enough, now. Your arm is pressed firmly into the small of your back, used for more leverage as her fucking ruins you. “There! Su-Sukuna, right there!” you cry.

“Unnfff—” he growls, his hips bruising against your thighs. “Can I cum inside?” he asks, tone a little softer he asks. There’s a level of desperation that’s almost pathetic in it, but you don’t notice. Not when you’re already choking his cock.

“N-No!” you warn him.

It’s almost too late, he begins to spurt inside but pulls out quick enough to shoot sticky globs of white directly on your pussy lips. You shudder as the warm load hits you, hole body twitching and clenching as you desperately long to be filled with his cock and his seed.

“W-Wait!” you object as he pulls up your shorts. The material clings to your body as the cum melds into the fibres. “Ew…” you sigh.

He pulls you up by your wrist onto your knees, roughly tugging your jaw until your mouth widens for him.

“Clean my cock off, bitch.” he commands you. Red eyes leer at you as you do as you’re told. You suck and spit over his cock as you clean up the mess your pussy made of him. The slurping is obscene. It’s nearly enough to resurrect his softening length.

His mouth opens to speak, eyes looking down at you gently. He must see the same look in your eye, clearing his throat before his look becomes stern once again. He yanks you away from his cock by your hair, pulling at the roots before slapping you across the face.

“Clean yourself up.” he scowls, looking over his shoulder as he hears the front door open. He smirks, tucking himself back in his sweats before leaving the scene. “Until next time, princess.”

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seo-talks · 2 years

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my secret garden ( ʚɞ ) chapter 16 : what is she even doing here

don’t forget to read the written part below! // word count : 574

“really just explain to me why you left after telling me you liked me jungwon”

you watched as the boy went silent, growing red at your choice of words and fumbling over his own two feet. you weren’t sure why he was acting so shy suddenly, yang jungwon was never known to be shy with his thoughts, always expressing himself in a bad or good way. so this was new to experience.

“jungwon? seriously just talk to me or i’m leaving”

“don’t go wait”

crossing your arms you motioned him to continue by shrugging your shoulders, you were tired from the school day and also kept growing more anxious the more he pushed this conversation off. “well?”

“it wasn’t my intention to ignore you yn. like i said i’m not used to having feelings for someone so i’m not sure how to act around you”

as he continued speaking you made eye contact, it was comforting hearing him spill his heart out to you, it made you feel like you had some sort of connection finally.

“so i’ve been wanting to talk to you but it’s been hard when you’re always with your friends or mine are pushing me to go out every night, it just never felt right”

“so are your feelings…actually real?”

you must have caught him off guard as his eyes widened and his mouth was left ajar. laughing nervously you began to play with your hands no longer staring at his face “i mean, it’s just that we don’t know each other very well right? so it doesn’t make much sense for you to..like me?”

“i think i like you, for real, yea”

“you think..”

it would be a lie to say disappointment didn’t wash over your body, that feeling of rejection hurt and you weren’t a fan. “well i’ll get going..thanks for talking to me though”

as you grabbed your bag and started making your way to the classroom door, jungwon reached out stopping you in your tracks. grabbing hold of your free hand he sighed looking at the ground. “why don’t we get to know each other? i do have some sort of feelings for you yn, id like to see what they are”

feeling your face heat up with embarrassment and shyness, you nodded “i’d like that”.

smiling at one another you bid your goodbyes and made plans to go out soon. feeling like you were on cloud9 you weren’t paying much attention to your surroundings, causing you to bump into the only other person in the hallway. hearing a menacing laugh you looked up from the ground coming face to face with someone you were honestly afraid of. hwang yena.

“watch where you’re going lowlife”

“sorry” you mumbled looking back to the ground.

“i see you were with jungwon”

“uh yeah, we were talking about school work”

“cute. well here’s the thing jo yn, stay away from him. he doesn’t want to be seen with you, ever wonder why he only talks to you after school? or at night when no one else is around?”

“he’s just busy during school hours..”

“oh sweetie, don’t be so naive. he doesn’t like you, never will”

“and honestly! don’t make me make you stay away yn, you don’t want me to do that”

feeling tears threaten to spill, you quickly ran from the situation leaving a satisfied yena behind. ‘how could she say that to me? is she right?’

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. . NOTES⌇ynwon are kinda cute :((( i wonder if this yena thing will throw them off tho uh ohhhhhh kinda a filler chap honestly it will get back to good stuff soon lol

. . SYNOPSIS⌇you’ve only seen jungwon from afar, being worlds apart there was no need for a popular and non-popular to interact. when you’re assigned as desk mates for the year what will happen? will you find solace in one another or just tear each other down?

. . TAGLIST⌇[status open!] @beo3gyu @hiqhkey @love-4-keum @rrvvby @mellifluousvn @lil-iva @myjellyboo @lovnayeon @butterflyy-ningg @mqndnolia @pr0dbeomgyu @soobins-gf @viagumi @i-yeseo @rionah @heeracha

#my secret garden #jungwon smau #enhypen smau #jungwon social media au #enhypen social media au #jungwon x yn #jungwon x reader #jungwon #yang jungwon #enhypen x yn #enhypen x reader #enha #enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst

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moon-ursidae · 1 year

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THE LAST OF US HBO SPOILERS

i’m just gonna do one long post bc it’s easier

TESS!!!! I LOVE HER SO MUCH ALREADY

ELLIE!!!!! BELLA IS AMAZING ALREADY

oooohhhhhhhhh i’m interested in this tommy situation

i’m fucking obsessed that the original game score is being used in here i’m so emotional

omg joel’s place is kinda slay i love that blanket

ohhhhhhhhhh no joel. sarah’s screams😭

JOEL IS THE LITTLE SPOON THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE AND I’M NOT ELABORATING LMAOOO

the way he SPRUNG into action when he saw her face🥺

goooodddddddd someone hug this man please

i love him. i love her. i love them together.

“robert is terrified of you” AS HE FUCKIN SHOULD BE LMAO

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh so the battery is the cargo in this case gotcha gotcha

MARLENE!!!!! MERLE DANDRIDGE!!!! QUEEN FIREFLY!!!! LET’S GOOOOOOO

“you tell me to look for the light and i’ll break your jaw” FUCKIN SLAYYYYYY JOEL

he looks so goddamn fucking good. holy fuck.

I LOVE ELLIE. I LOVE BELLA AS ELLIE.

she’s so fierce.

LMAOOOOOOOOOOO the way she instantly jumped to marlene being her mom

RILEY MENTION RILEY MENTION AHH AHH AHH AHH AHH

TESS AND JOEL FUCKIN SLAY WOO WOO WOOO WOOOOOOOOOO

his wet hair?👀

FUCK the fungal practical effects look so goddamn good.

i mean, these effects are BANANAS

“this has been construction corner with joel miller” HAHAHAHA I LOVE HER

oh shit that’s robert!

FIRST JOEL AND ELLIE INTERACTION AHHHH

I LOVE THAT ELLIE’S FIRST IMPRESSION OF JOEL IS THAT HE REDIRECTED/THREW HER INTO THE FUCKING WALL💀💀💀

FERAL ELLIE SLAY

PLEEEEEEAAAASSSSSEEEEEEEEE OH MY FUCKIN GOD THE WAT HE RAISED HIS EYEBROWS AT HER LIKE “don’t fuckin move” LMAOO

i also love that tess is wearing the same color shirt in the game. wardrobe slay

PEDRO IS SO ATTRACTIVE OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD IT’S FRIM THE GAME AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“what’re you doing?” “killing time” “well what am i supposed to do” “i’m sure you’ll figure that out.” “your watch is broken.” “you mumble in your sleep.” JAVSKWHSKSBSKSBSKSBSKS KSBSKSBSKSB

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ALREADY.

“you some kind of big wig’s daughter or something?” “something like that.” KABSKABSKSVSKSBSKSBKSBSID

i’m gonna freak out everytime something STRAIGHT from the game is in this

and idgaf if that’s annoying bc i’m excited as fuck

WAKE ME UP BEFORE YOU GO GO JABSKSBSKSB

omg she punked him to fund out what the code is I LOVE HER

THE SHIT EATING GRIN HAHAHAHA

THE STANCE™️

OMG THE STEALTH SECTION AHHHHHH

the closeup on the watch🥺

“holy shit i’m actually outside!” KAHSKSHSJSVSHHEHEHDHXH LIKE THE GAME AHH AHH AHH AHH

THE TUNNEL!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS SO BADASS

THIS IS FROM THE PROMO WHERE JOEL PUNCHES THE FUCK OUTTA THE GUY

OHHHH SHIT IT’S THE SCANNER SCENE OHHHHHH

joel is so pissed they got caught

THE FLASHBACK??? FUCKIN AYE.

WITH ELLIE BEHIND HIM OH MY GOD

oh my fuckin god. that’s why he’s so brutal with it. goddamn.

ellie is standing in an odd way watching joel pummel this guy. it’s not fear or danger, but like she wants to watch? idk it’s odd

this is fuckin crazy dude. tess finding she’s “infected,” ellie saying “it’s 3 weeks!” and joel reeling back from beating the fuck out of the guy oh my god

is this what they were talking about with his hearing? or is this just him coming out of it? probably coming out of it

THE RADIO IT’S AN 80s SONG OH MY GOD IT’S FUCKIN DEPECHE MODE AHHHH

OH MY FUCKING GOD

THE CITY LOOKS SO GOOD!!!!

OH MY FUCKING GOD MIXED WITH THE CLICKER SOUNDS

CREDITS???? MORE PLEASE. PLEASE.

THAT WAS AMAZING.

holy fucking shit. i-

i need to rewatch and process. this was phenomenal. i’m obsessed. fucking obsessed.

i’m so happy i’m crying. oh my god.

this game means so goddamn fucking much to me even though i’m newer to it. and i’m so happy that other people that love the game got to work on and create this. i’m so proud for them.

IN THE WEEKS AHEAD???

AHAHSHSKSBSKSBSKBSKSBS

THE HOSPITAL AT THE END YOU’RE FUCKING JOKING

OMG BTS???

INSIDE THE EPISODE??????? WHAT????

this is fucking epic

“my sarah”🥺

“i could not ask for a better on screen dad”😭

MERLE DANDRIDGE WOOOOOO

i fucking love her

NEIL SAYING JOEL COULDN’T SURVIVE LOSING ANOTHER DAUGHTER😭

“joel forgets that the girl that is standing behind him is not his daughter.” “primitive instinct takes over. he can’t help but act. something else took control of him in a similar way to how the cordyceps does. except for him it’s a version of love.”😭😭😭😭😭😭

oh my god i thought the way ellie was standing there was weird dude it’s bc she liked that she was being defended

“these two were meant to be together, but look out.” SO FUCKING ACCURATE

holy shit. that was fucking awesome. oh my god

i need to process lmao

this is gorgeous. i’m so fuckin happy.

#the last of us hbo spoilers #hbo the last of us spoilers #tlou hbo spoilers #hbo tlou spoilers #the last of us spoilers #tlou spoilers #the last of us hbo #hbo the last of us #tlou hbo #hbo tlou #the last of us #tlou #mads watches the last of us!🌿

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2n2n · 1 year

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-im going to insult Kou

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This whole exchange gave me BIG hell of mirrors vibes, when Kou is like "oh youve just got a gross and dirty little heart so thats why you dont want to go inside the mirror"... and its like UH YEAAA.... YEAA BUT LIKE NO ALSO.... akdjwkdj. Especially when you get actual confirmation that his fear is his brother's dead body. I ultimately can't even take it seriously cause its so childish and, genuinely I dont think Kou means much by it... but... I dunno!

gkdfl;g it’s like ohhhhhh KOU, he words things far too capriciously and with far too much confidence, it makes Hanako go “jesus.... okay ....” not... ready for the level of irreverence. In the middle of a situation or subject as serious as what they are up against. Hanako is out here thinking about his beloved little brother’s corpse, and how the entire Hell of Mirrors will turn into an unbridled nightmare if he steps in......................... and then its like Kou is on a different planet. It’s crazy, the different wavelengths they exist on. It’s half Hanako’s fault for how he presents himself TO others and how he guards against severity/preciousness being discussed, BUT I STILL THINK KOU COULD.... BE SLIGHTLY MORE OBSERVANT AND PERCEPTIVE.... just like, from his own... brain..... please, you do walk into this knowing Hanako is a murderer, and now you know enough that it’s a complicated situation, but I swear Hanako’s demeanor of flippancy just works to make Kou (confirmed biggest patsy ever) completely forget everything ever...... if Nene was here I swear she’d be like “.... right.... Hanako-kun.... has a lot of things he might fear..... ): ”

Kou is so like... I can’t take your idiocy so seriously... and I think Hanako doesn’t either, which is WHY he never bothers defending himself or clarifying... he gets no benefit from uh, educating Kou.... he can’t get mad.... whatever, he can stay a misinformed idiot handling things with less honor than they deserve, Hanako has no need for Kou’s honor or respect. (which ig is why it’s so interesting he does snap the one time Kou tries to outright say the murder must have been ‘for a good reason’.... the extent to which you have to majorly fuck up to finally piss off Hanako, lol... he will shrug off so much.... you CAN insult HIM for being ‘afraid of Tsukasa’, but you CANNOT insult TSUKASA by saying he deserved to die... :B)

He feels like the goon in the room whos job it is to say the dumb thing, once Nene’s grown out of that role with what she’s learned. Maybe Nene gives Hanako too much space of respect and boundaries and then Kou’s the opposite with no sense of “hey... maybe thats not in your lane to comment on...”

Don’t Try To Have a Take, I Am Going To Hit You With a Rake

I'm also bothered and wondering if Kou still thinks Tsukasa is fake or not. He's not even talking like he is, so that must have been swept away by now...? But like does he even care? he carried him in his arms!!!! Oh my god, he is so simple-minded it drives me crazy... Kou IS great for his simplicity but it's annoying when AidaIro keep trying to give him moving character arcs. What was the point of him meeting baby tsukasa if hes still going to make the most uncharitable readings of tsukasa and hanakos relationship!?!? Grrr!!! I get his animosity towards Tsukasa can't be wrapped up so quickly, but the lack of any feeling at all is so discouraging. So disrespectful! How is Amane not more mad? Get some self respect, man!!! Maybe set up 1 or 2 boundaries!!!

Kou’s processing of things is often for me a real ‘just show you where he’s at periodically’ thing, admittedly I’m always pretty confounded when we check-in on him. He goes from... completely and utterly doubling down on ‘you’re DEFINITELY fake and NOT real Mitsuba’ to Mitsuba’s face in PP (ouch!) [I mean.... he pads it with ‘but I do want to help you’ but, it’s still... brutal... and he lacks any authority to say that, but boy does he say it]

to... by the end of that arc, doing a ‘what’s real? idk’ (THEN WHY DID YOU DOUBLE DOWN SO HARD??? you really do just yell whatever comes to you before you critically examine it TT_TT) to Nene,

^^This scene^^ has my favorite Kou, he’s the most contemplative and ‘pausing for thought’ we’ve seen... if he were like this more often I would not dislike him! This is such a placid and grounding conversation, admitting to uncertainty, conferring with Nene how difficult this is to navigate. He actually knows he’s out of his depth here. FOR ONCE...!

idk how to say this, but I think it’s... cruel, he doesn’t externalize ANY of his confusion TO Mitsuba? Mitsuba only gets him screaming confidently, declaring things, Mitsuba doesn’t even.. know, that you lay awake struggling with this? Mitsuba actually doesn’t even presume Kou is thinking/worrying about him (why would he, he won’t even think to eat lunch with him daily)

... he’s so humble!! It’s killing me, you’re supposed to be the good boy, but Mitsuba has made less progress peering into Kou’s psyche than freaking Nene has with goddamn HANAKO. WOOF! I mean, it’s both their fault, because , they are both stupid,

...but still!

Wouldn’t that be... helpful, for Mitsuba, who IS THE ONE STRUGGLING WITH HIS IDENTITY AND SELF, to know that even to an outsider, it isn’t so cut and dry, and it’s painful and intimidating to try to confront?

... then just before the Red House we get Kou interacting with Mitsuba’s mom, a dope scene wherein Kou censors himself while Nene doesn’t, but both get mommy’s approval..... Kou comes out of that mostly just wrestling with ‘death’, and cryptically, despite us (the audience) seeing the contrary (nene and mommy chatting about the ghost Mitsuba as if he was living Mitsuba), Kou ends this all with “ah... he’s really gone” (????????????????????? did you really go this whole time not even processing his death as a point of fact? You’re making Nene’s processing of Hanako being a ghost multiple volumes in look like she was a rocket scientist ....... ig Teru has done a great job keeping him ignorant and unthinking about all these things?)

....... its like every time we check-in with Kou, he’s definitely thought harder to himself and gotten himself in a tizzy and all.... he’ll be at different stages of struggling....... but like. For me, seeing him get ‘this far’ with Mitsuba was like “nice nice ... ok ... come on Kou ....” and then him leaping to ‘this is a fake Tsukasa’ was like,

WHY ARE YOU STARTING AT 0?????????????????? OMG please apply your experiences with Mitsuba, TO Tsukasa.... PLEASE RELATE TO HANAKO’S LOSS NOW THAT YOU UNDERSTAND LOSS?????? You-- JUST AREN’T??? OMG Kou what is the POINT then of you processing Loss and Identity,,, if you’ll use none of that to analyze the Yugi before you. IMAGINE if Hanako was like “lol you don’t interact with Mitsuba because you are afraid of him” it would be like ................................................ SORTOF????? it’s intimidating to interact with confusing things!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s also sad!! It’s HARDDDD!!!! KOU!!!! What IS your relationship with ‘new Mitsuba’? How do you decontextualize your modern relationship from the legacy of your past? Is it right to, is it wrong to? How do you act different, how do you act the same? What ‘future’ do you have with this person? YOU ALREADY KNOW HOW PAINFUL THIS IS, KOU.

the authenticity removal due to alteration does not GET to apply to ONLY Tsukasa and be more vague for Mitsuba, for Kou’s convenience!! Questions of Kaii legitimacy and the source of identity are, going to be universal, you can’t pick and choose when to authenticate someone as ‘real’ and when to not based on IF YOU PERSONALLY LIKE THEM OR NOT. *hits him with a rake*

...anyway yeah, like ... seeing Red House not change his disrespectful tone about Tsukasa, is par the course for like.... omg.... you don’t seem to retain much information or apply it to Tsukasa.... I’m excited anyway bc I feel Kou has such a big storm coming when ultimately the narratives of Mitsuba and Tsukasa have overlap (where he can’t reject one and accept the other without collateral).... I feel like his purpose right now is to ... be the guy who needs to learn something ....

#avvy's JSHK

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splatoonkirby · 1 year

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Kirby is rambling about Splatoon OCs again

Gonna be a long one so I’ll do a keep reading below this point. Comment or re-blog any thoughts you have! Or Retweet like and comment if you’re coming from Twitter!

I’m gonna start with Kit, she is the first created OC. Kit and Kat are sisters, with Kit being the older by a little over a year. Kit wasn’t a very connective big sister to Kat, she loved Kat but didn’t really know how to relate with her or talk to her without getting frustrated that her little sister doesn’t understand her either. Kit drifted apart from Kat but after everything that went on in the deep sea metro and returning to find out Kat became an Agent, stopped Octavio all because Kat was searching for Kit. She felt so proud of what Kat had managed to do all on her own, but also guilty she hasn’t been there for the most important mile stone for every Inkling; becoming a kid from a squid for the first time.

Until the beginning of Splatoon 3′s story, Kit and Kat resumed living together but away from their parents eyes. Allowing the two to become a lot closer and Kit to open up to Kat about why she went away. Kat was a little hurt but understood and is happy to have her big sister back. Their relationship is very stable now and their communication is strong! So when Kat left with the squid sisters to find Cuttlefish after being made Captain, Kit told her exactly what was going on and where they’d be and kept contact even during the time when she was helping to save the Splatlands from Mr Grizz’s plans.

Kit wasn’t the only one Kat found of course, Kit had brought back with her Agents 8, and 8, the Twins known as Kirby. This took a while for Kat to understand why they wanted to use the same name, and days of frustration of her trying to talk to one, only for the other to respond instead.

Kat is the one who actually began to read the data that Marine and Pearl had recovered and even talked with the both of them about what was found in the metro. Kat is the one who discovered that the Twins, along with 7 prior octolings, had been lab grown by Tartar through the bodies, and collected data from Octarians he had tricked into the Metro. The goal for Tartar was to create a body that would be able to withstand the pure sanitation of his being, and allow him to spread the sanitation at a more rapid rate. Much like a zombie infection, with a octoling body his ink would just be sanitation, and even the smallest amount would infect and spread in any organic life.

The body needed to be strong but so did the mind, this was confirmed by Kit after a month of reliving the events of tartar in her. The twins when told this by Kat, just looked at each other and went ‘Ohhhhhh’ like a switch was flicked. Kat was confused until the two, going back and forth picking up where one would finish a sentence for the other, told Kat they had many memories that didn’t make sense in context of others that they have.

For example they both remember fighting Kit, but they don’t remember the other being there when they fought Kit, but the memories they have they should of seen each other there. This is because these are memories of other Octarians. It also explained why they knew the moment Tartar let them out to begin tests, that Tartar while being their ‘dad’, wasn’t someone who wanted their best. So rather then following orders the two ripped open an air vent and where gone. Tartar was unable to retrieve them and they began tormenting him with songs and generally doing annoying things.

Kat finally understood why they where so single minded together, they are basically the same people and have only been alive for, at this point a year. Knowing this Kit and Kat took on more sisterly roles over the Twins, who torment Kat by moving things to high shelves that she has to either ask Kit to get down, or climb to get herself. The twins while goof balls did take things more seriously when Kat would be serious with them, such as their first trips out to Inkopolis with her. She made sure they kept out of trouble, but encouraged them to have fun in turf wars such as wearing funny gear and using a funny weapon (bamboozler) and to play matches how they want to.

The Twins call Kit Big sister/sis and Kat Little Big sister/sis, between each other they usually call one another Sister/sis or Brother/Bro. They’re rarely seen apart int he first few years living with Kit and Kat but by year 4 they’ve started to become more their own Octos. The Kirby boy loves to drive his scooter around and will make deliveries for locals, but the Kirby girl doesn’t enjoy it she gets motion sick on the scooter so usually just lets her brother cover it. She likes to scavenge for neat objects, so cleaning up homes and back yards and areas like that is one of her favorite things.

Before going into their relationship with Tempest, I’m gonna cover Tempest’s with Kit and Kat first.

Tempest and Kit where awkward about each other, Tempest wouldn’t talk and Kit didn’t know what to say. Luckily the Squid sisters are good at ice braking and Galen is adorable enough that he’d distract the both of them with his little song and dance. Kit is impressed with Tempest’s dedication, once seeing the danger they where in Tempest cleaned up all the fuzzy in each area and it took her only 3 days in order to get to Mr Grizz. This fired up Kit, which was helpful when she needed to power the machine they built to cut through the worst of the fuzzies though she didn’t expect her landing to be so rough.

When Tempest first looked into Kit’s eyes she had been reminded of a story her father told her once. In Kit’s eyes she could see the legendary Kraken, a power only Inklings could really harness without a special can or weapon with the special activator built in. To control something like that, Tempest thought Kit could help her learn some control too.

After the battle with Grizz, and after the following celebration they had, Tempest found Kit with the Squid sisters in Alterna still doing some exploring of their own and sending the information they’ve found back to Agent 4, as Tempest was told. Kit was surprised Tempest knew she could Kraken, and was confused by how she could teach Tempest anything with it until Tempest explained her own ‘kraken’.

When Tempest had broken free of Tartar’s restrains she had become something different, at leas that is how she feels about the memory of it. She had felt a blinding rage in the moment and didn’t even feel the sanitized scar he had left behind on her from when she had ripped through his mechanical body he used to preform his biological experiments.

To this day she still feels that same rage bubbling deep inside of her, and a few times its come out while she has been living in the splatlands. She hasn’t hurt anyone but it has made some trouble, such as giving her a reputation for being a ‘feral octoling’ and making socializing harder. Kit understanding the kind of rage she was facing worked with Tempest to wear out that rage in a more healthy manner. Battling, which was a surprise to Tempest that preforming violence was the answer but it did work. The more she and Kit battled one on one, the easier to got to control her own rage. She is grateful to have a Captain like Kit, and this was reflected to Kit when her Christmas present from Tempest arrived days before Christmas itself. From scraps of metal and other plastic bits she had made a small figurine for Kit of a Kraken wearing a captain’s hat.

Kit loved it, and then remembered in that moment Tempest was going to be alone on Christmas. With Kat’s skills they got themselves and the Twins packed up and on the next train to Splatsville. Kat and the Twin’s first visit here and their first meeting with Tempest.

Kat seeing Tempest was reminded of the Twins in some ways, how quiet she was reminded her of how the Kirby boy will get very quiet and use sign language to talk when he is stressed. Having learned it from him Kat had used it to greet Tempest when it was Kit who introduced Tempest and not Tempest herself.

It was a little awkward as Tempest doesn’t have furniture in the octarian base besides a few chairs shes managed to repair some blankets she got cheep from thrift shops in splatsville and a tree she made from scraps of metal and plastics and wires. Kat loved it all though, she thought Tempest was very creative and able to scrounge together things into something new and more useful to her present. Luickally Kat came with a load of gifts, some for her sister and the Twins but she also got things for Tempest, lots of pillows and blankets and a set of Salmon themed pajamas and a set of red socks with fluffy white tops. Kat was a little worried about the clothes but Tempest actually loved them the moment she opened the package up and was happy to join into the idea of having a Pajama Christmas with them in her home.

Kat caught feelings when she saw Tempest letting her walls down around them as they where opening gifts together while they had a classic Christmas movie playing as background noise for them. The little smile Tempest had when she discovered the golden eggs on her pants where able to glow after exposed to UV light. It was so cute Kat had to squee so she turned into a squid to hide the sound better and just played it off as her relaxing. Kat is a tiny squid, Kit is massive but on average Kat is much shorter then others her age. Between her and Pearl they’re about the same height it would be hard to tell the difference between them without really making them stand side by side and stare for a good minute or more to tell for sure.This extends to the squid form.

Since meeting Kat Tempest has a desire to pick up Kat and just carry her around. Shes tiny, shes sweet, friendly and the most adorable squid Tempest has ever seen. Kat falling asleep on her on Christmas is something Tempest rode high on for weeks after and thinking about it helps her to get to sleep. Tempest doesn’t know if this is love like shes felt for her family, it feels like it but also different. It makes her happy thinking about Kat’s face, or the spots on her tentacles or how warm her body is when they hug.

(They’re totally in love but at this point of the story I’ve written they haven’t admitted it yet to themselves or each other. Kat doesn’t want to rush Tempest cause she can tell she gets a bit stressed from all the emotions even if they make her happy. Tempest is still learning how to process them and still figuring out how to outlet them and what they mean to her.)

This leaves the Twins. When they first see Tempest there is this feeling of familiarity, something Tempest also has when seeing them, and its not just the color of her scar, or the color of their eyes. There are things about them that reminds Tempest of her parents, but also her siblings. Its strange to Tempest since no other Octoling gives her this vibe. The twins instantly refer to her as Elite Sister/sis, Tempest is confused by it but doesn’t tell them to stop using the nickname for her either. She refers to the boy as Kib and the girl as Kibby as she gets to know them both but when she is talking to them both or is being serious or angry with them she will just call them Kirby. They know they’re in real trouble then.

Kat is the one to tell Tempest about where the Twins came from, that dialog lead to Tempest revealing to Kat, that she had also been int he Metro at that time 5 years ago. The Twins rebelling helped to let Tempest escape and avoid recapture, she had left the Metro before the final battle had gotten really started but she had heard the battle from the distance, which lead her to keep running and running until she ended up in the mountain range at the edges of the splatlands where she discovered the abandoned octarian base she lives in now.

Tempest’s retelling of her story, excluding gory details outside of ‘Tartar dissected my family’, to Kat is what led to Kat hugging Tempest to comfort her and eventually being Kat falling asleep because Tempest agreed to a long hug but didn’t want to talk too much more. They focused on the movie until Kat fell asleep which Tempest spent more time watching Kat sleep before falling asleep herself as well.

I’m gonna end this with Galen and Tempest’s relationship. A way I describe it is Galen is like an emotional support animal, except he is also able to speak and understand Tempest on a fundamental level too. Most of their conversations are just vibes, Galen is very good a reading faces to the point he seems like a mind reader to Tempest. He knew when he found her just laying in the hot sands and sun of the splatland wastes she was in distress and knew that Ink can help hydrate inklings and octolings and had found her detached ink supply and used it to splash it on her.

Tempest at first saw Galen like an animal, his sounds and erratic behavior reminded her of pidgins a bit. As she observed him and became to understand his way of communicating with her, She saw him as a friend, but this quickly changed into he is her little brother who needs to be protected. She had tried to help him get ‘home’ as she didn’t yet know the truth that he isn’t allowed to return to his kind. Once she had realized this, she became his new family. Galen doesn’t call Tempest sister, he refers to her as his friend, or Tempest, but Tempest will say he is ‘my little brother’ but also use his name Galen.

They taught each other their names after finding Galen’s comb, he used the pointed end to write in the sand his name, and Tempest did the same using her finger. Galen had learned the Inkling writing language so he could follow the Squid sister’s band tour that had attracted him away from the spawning grounds. I’m outta writing steam now, thank you anyone who made it down here for reading. :>

#Splatoon #Splatoon2 #Splatoon3 #Splatoon Oc #oc ramblings #Agent 3 #Agent 4 #Agent8 #Agent 8 #Neo Agent 3 #New Agent 3 #Captain 3 #Captain Kit #Agent 4 Kat #Agent 8 Kirby #Neo Agent 3 Tempest #Little buddy #Little buddy Galen #Oc

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lobster-tales · 1 year

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Beat the Daylight

Sequel to Face the Noise, an Arcane Rock Band AU

Rating: M

Chapter 10: The Studio

Summary: The bands make changes for next round | Viktor opens up

This work is available here on AO3. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Fissurefolk should have been celebrating their victory, but Finn spent the next practice acting like they lost.

“That was sloppy,” he said with a scowl. “Sevika, you were off tempo on the third song. Clean it up.”

She scoffed. “I was only off because Jinx was off.”

“That was on purpose,” Jinx said, twirling her butterfly knife in her hands. “It’s a stylistic choice.”

Viktor added, “There’s actually a word for it: rubato. It means ‘stolen time’.”

“See?” Jinx pointed to him. “I’m a fucking virtuoso.”

Finn interrupted, “You’re a disaster, that’s what you are. You almost crashed into me four times during the set. If you’re going to dance, do it on your side of the stage.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “What’s up your ass, Finn? Did you miss the part where we won?”

“I told you, I have high standards.” He hoisted the guitar strap over his head. “Now get up.” He nodded to Margot, who was working behind the glass of the control room. “Margot printed new chord sheets. We’re going through as many as possible today.”

Hours later, when practice ended, Jinx threw on a big coat and headed to the door, eager to jump in the car with Viktor and escape to her studio together. But a soft voice stopped her.

“Hey.” Margot was leaning against the door frame of the control room. “I feel like we haven’t really hung out in a while. How are you?”

She was so unassuming, but Jinx knew better than to let her guard down. “Good. You?”

“Good. Busy, but good.” Margot considered her. “Where you headed?”

“My studio.”

“Alone?”

Is that what this was about? Jinx picked her answer carefully. “I guess. I think Viktor needed a ride.”

“Right… I’ve noticed you guys ride together. A lot.”

“Yeah, well we both live at the fucking hotel.” Jinx didn’t mean to get so defensive. Her tone had bitten too hard, and Margot sensed that she was hiding something.

Margot was gentle, but firm. “Of course. But it seems like you never just drop him off. You both always get home… late.”

Ohhhhhh. “Ew, we’re not fucking, Margot,” Jinx gagged. “Gross.”

Relief flashed in Margot’s eyes, but she still held her ground. “But you are spending a lot of time together.”

It wasn’t a question, and even if it was, Jinx wouldn’t answer anyway.

Margot cleared her throat. “Look, I’m glad you have a new friend, Jinx, especially considering how busy the rest of us are. But you were the one who suspected Viktor the most, and with good reason. I mean, you were right: it’s too convenient to be a coincidence. That’s why we’re so surprised you’re spending that much time with him.”

We. So Silco did put her up to this. Jinx felt a knot in the pit of her stomach. She knew that Fishbones was in her studio for surveillance. She knew the glassy stuffed animal eyes had hidden cameras. Silco had been watching them, this entire time. But only in the studio: at least he hadn’t seen her sleep in Viktor’s room. Unless a member of his hotel staff saw her leave Viktor’s room hours later.

Paranoia set her hands to shaking, but she stuffed them into her coat pockets to hide it. She had to calm down. Silco hadn’t approached her yet, which meant that so far, she hadn’t done anything wrong. And if he did confront her…

“Well,” she shrugged. “You know what they say. Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer.”

Margot wanted to say more, clearly. She was hard to read sometimes, always towing the line of diplomacy and deceit. But she said simply, “I just want to make sure you’re being careful.”

“Ha!” Good thing the studio was already empty. Lightning flickered along Jinx’s nervous system, eliciting a sudden rage. “That is so fucking rich, Margot.”

She was still, waiting for Jinx’s reaction. “What is?”

“You’re the one who brought me to all those night clubs. How many shots have we done together, Margot? How many lines? You sure didn’t give a shit about my safety when we’d go out partying, and now you want to act all high and mighty now that I’m doing at-home espionage?”

Her expression was… sad, but Jinx couldn’t tell if it was a performative sorrow or not. “I was always in control,” Margot murmured. “You were never in any danger.”

“And I’m not in danger now. I know what I’m doing. And you can stop pretending that you care.”

Margot closed her eyes, breathing deeply. If this was an act, she deserved an award. “I… I’m sorry, Jinx. I do trust you. I know you know what’s really at stake here, and you would never do anything to jeopardize what we stand for.”

An itch of guilt. Jinx was so wrapped up in the band, she kept forgetting about her inheritance, that this whole thing had a higher purpose. So much had changed so quickly. She hadn’t even considered what would happen after the contest. Would Viktor stick around, become one of Silco’s scientists? Would Lux return back home with her swoopy hair boyfriend?

It was too overwhelming to think about now. She had to focus on the present. Viktor was waiting for her in the car, she had a call scheduled with Lux later tonight. She could put off her destiny for another day.

“Good,” Jinx said. “I’ll see you later.”

When she turned away, Margot’s soft voice followed her. “And this might be hard to believe,” she whispered. “But I do care.”

Jinx didn’t respond, just let the studio door close behind her.

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The first few practices after Progress Day’s debut performance were rough. The tension between Vi and Ezreal hung heavy in the air, and the overall discouragement was affecting their sound quality.

After a few listless rehearsals, Ekko finally put his foot down. “Alright,” he said, addressing everyone. “That’s enough. Let’s get it out in the open. Ez, that was a shitty thing you did.”

Ezreal muttered, “I apologized already.”

Vi scoffed. “That was barely an apology.”

“Well it’s hard to be sincere when you’re attacking me.”

“Well maybe if you respected people’s boundaries, you wouldn’t get attacked.”

Ekko said, “Enough. Ez, apologize. For real this time.”

Ezreal shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny. A small nod from Jayce encouraged him, and he said, “Vi, I’m sorry for overstepping your boundaries. I won’t do that again.”

She wasn’t completely satisfied, but still said, “Thanks. Appreciate it.”

“Alright, that’s done,” said Ekko. “Next order of business. We tried once, we failed once. So the question is,” He swept his gaze over the room. “What are we going to do about it?”

A few feet shuffled. Lux finally said, “I liked their outfits. They looked more like… well, rockstars. Compared to us. No offense or anything.”

Ekko pointed to her appreciatively. “Yeah, good one. We need more of a look.”

“Agreed,” said Vi, and Jayce nodded.

“Eh, I don’t know,” Ezreal said. “I think our look is more wholesome. Makes us stand out from them.”

“Then what do you suggest we do differently?” Ekko asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Ezreal nodded towards Lux. “I think you should let Lux sing a few songs.”

She gasped as all eyes landed on her. “Wh-what?”

“Come on, babe,” Ezreal prompted. “You have an amazing voice.”

“But- but so does Ekko! And Vi…”

Jayce asked, “Do you want to sing, Lux?”

But Ezreal chimed in, “Of course she does, she’s amazing. You should hear her.”

Vi’s voice was patient. “He didn’t ask you.”

“It’s okay!” Lux said, trying to keep the peace. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind singing, if you’re both okay with that?”

“Sure,” Ekko said. “You mind if we hear a sample?”

The room went quiet. Lux asked permission from everyone’s faces, standing when she felt sure.

La la-la La la-la la-la

She cleared her throat. “S-sorry, I’m not totally warmed up yet.”

“That’s okay,” Jayce said with a grin. “Keep going.”

Lux took a deep breath, and sang,

Gales of song Guide me through the storm

She collected herself, slowly getting into the rhythm of the song.

On the wings of a small, simple melody Words take flight and soar They carry me, a world we'll see Looking for a farewell, I pull the threads A life without you I cannot accept I can't tell that lie, I can't let go

With each line, her confidence increased. Her voice rose and fell, a breathy soprano that could be surprisingly powerful. As the song crescendoed, so did Lux, her eyes closed as she breathed in the music, a smile playing on her lips.

I walk alone, there's more to life I have to know It's just me, lost so far away from home Alone I shut myself in Still the winds howl, they call and their voices lead me Gales of song, guide me through the storm

Her voice rose on the final notes, carrying them effortlessly.

Let the melody lift me hiiiiiiiiiigh, I'll be meeeee

They all just stared at her, mouths agape. Lux squirmed. “Um, was that okay?”

Vi breathed, “What the fuck, Lux.”

The boys made noises of approval. Jayce said, “You’ve been holding out on us, Crownguard.”

“Told ya,” Ez crossed his arms triumphantly.

Ekko was already planning, coming up with different songs for her to sing. “You know, you’d have a good voice for like gothy, ethereal metal. If you’d be down.”

“Metal?” Ez scoffed. “No way. She’s more of a pop-”

“Ezreal,” Vi said. “Respectfully, shut the fuck up.” She locked eyes on Lux, ignoring his shocked indignation. “It’s your voice, Lux. What do you want to sing?”

This time, Lux avoided Ezreal’s gaze, focusing instead on the rest of the bandmates. They gave her the space to speak, and when she understood that she was in full control of the situation, she squared her shoulders and said quickly, “I want to sing gothy, ethereal metal!”

Everyone but Ezreal cheered, though he stopped protesting.

“Alright,” Ekko said, placing a hand on her shoulder in comfort. “We got our gameplan. Let’s get to it.”

☆ ☆ ☆

“That’s right, Ezreal,” Jinx murmured. “She’s mine now. And if you ever want to see your little girlfriend again, then you better forfeit the contest. Your choice.”

Her hand lifted a crude doll with swoopy boy band hair. She did a poor impression of Ezreal. “Noooooo! Well, I guess you win, Jinx. You’re just too smart for me.”

She picked up two dolls: one of Lux, and one of herself. Her Lux voice was lighter, more breathy. “Thank you, Jinx! You’re my hero!” She pressed the dolls together and made a “Mwah!” sound.

Back in her normal tone, imitating herself. “Let’s get outta here, Starlight.”

There was movement at the studio door, followed by Viktor’s amused tone, “Am I interrupting?”

Jinx panicked, scooping the dolls under the counter. “N-no!”

“Interesting strategy,” he noted, taking his seat beside her. “Though, I don’t know how effective it will be in practice.”

“Shut up,” she grumbled. “It’s just my writing process.”

“I have no doubt,” he chuckled under his breath. “Ah, I don’t envy your situation, pupsik. But at least things seem to be going well?”

“Yeah.” She fidgeted with a dial on the soundboard. The conversation with Margot still haunted her. The last few times she had seen Viktor, Jinx was careful to keep it to just work. Especially under the scrutiny of Fishbone's glassy eyes.

She wondered how much Silco was paying attention. He didn’t care about the dolls: she had run through countless situations with them, hypothetical scenarios. Once, verbatim, he had told her he always skipped through that part of the feed, in an attempt to save her from embarrassment. This time would be the same, without a doubt.

But Viktor was different. She told Margot that she was doing at-home espionage, but that wasn’t really true. If she was supposed to be spying, she was doing a shitty job. She didn’t even know what happened between Viktor and Jayce that caused the fallout.

An idea struck her, something Lux had mentioned last night on the phone. Jinx considered him. “So are you and Jayce, like, broken up broken up?”

“We’re not together right now. Why?”

“Well, I’ve heard… and I know it’s none of my business, but a lot of people are saying that he and Medarda are… dating now.”

“Oh, I know,” Viktor said, unbothered. “They were seeing each other when Jayce and I were still together.”

Jinx started. “Wait. He cheated on you?”

“No! No, we had an open relationship. He and Mel have been involved for about a year now.”

“... Is that why you broke up?”

She could practically see the gears turning in his clockwork brain. “The reason was mostly because of… well, work was putting a big strain on our relationship. We had different ideas of how to improve the company. But I can’t deny that she was… a small part of it.”

Fishbones grinned in the corner of her vision. She did feel a little guilty for investigating, but she was also curious for her own reasons. “Because you were jealous?”

“No, not really,” he said. “I’ve always known Jayce was bisexual, and I never felt negatively towards any of our other opportunities, or even when we shared partners.”

“Ew. TMI, Vik.”

“But,” he continued, “Jayce has always approached men and women differently. With men, and especially in my case, he burns hot but it takes a long time for him to catch feelings. But with women, he falls hard and fast. And of course, Mel was the same. Not that I blame him: she is beautiful, and I’m certain that if I was attracted to women in any capacity, then I would be taken with her too.”

To say Mel Medarda was beautiful was an understatement. She was physically attractive, sure, but she was also elegant, diplomatic. The woman could charm a snake. Even Jinx had her celebrity crush phase, in early middle school when Mel first joined the senate. It was a parasocial relationship, of course, one of Jinx's romantic awakenings. The irony that Mel ended up sponsoring Ekko was not lost on her.

Viktor said, “She’s a busy woman, so he made sure he was available any time she was. And because of that, our schedule began to revolve around her’s.” His voice lowered just slightly. “And our home… she felt that our space was messy and disorganized, which it was, but… it was our space. And she took it upon herself to redecorate. I know she had good intentions, but…”

“... but it didn’t feel like home anymore.”

He didn’t say yes, but his sigh did.

“Did you ever talk to him about it?”

“Why would I? She’s our investor. Hextech wouldn’t exist without her. So instead of confronting him, when I saw an opportunity to step away, I took it.” He seemed to realize his own vulnerability, and shrugged it off. “That’s all.”

Jinx tried to think of what to say. People never really opened up to her. Probably because she was so unpredictable, which was fair. But when she came up with a way to talk to him, it was Vi’s voice that guided her words. “But if he doesn’t know, then how is he supposed to fix it?”

Instead of answering, Viktor said, “Perhaps it’s for the best. Jayce has always been more physically affectionate, more emotional. He deserves someone who can meet his needs, someone who is better off, someone… healthy.”

Jinx had felt that pain so many times before. She had fought it off for years after the accident, that feeling of being a burden to her family, that she was just in the way. They were words that she had accepted from herself thousands of times, but now, hearing Viktor say them, she found them unacceptable. “No,” she said. “That’s not true, Vik. You’re not less valuable just because you’re different.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know what’s going through Jayce’s head, man,” she said honestly. “But I know that he cares about you. A lot. I didn’t really get a chance to hang out with you guys before… all this… but I know that the way he looked at you…”

She knew what she felt, it was just a matter of collecting it together into a coherent sentence. “Like, for example, Sky. When she was really down bad for you, she always looked at you differently. It was like… she wasn’t seeing you, the real you. It was like she was seeing the person she wanted you to be. But when Jayce looked at you, Vik, he saw you. Like, no offense, but you’re really fucking weird.”

“Thank you,” he said brightly.

“And when Jayce looked at you, he clearly knew you were really fucking weird. But he also really liked that about you. And I remember…” Her cheeks warmed at the thought. “I remember really envying that.”

The words were coming, too fast. The only person she ever shared these thoughts with was Silco, and even then, it had been years since she last said them out loud. “I always felt like Ekko and Vi wanted me to be a certain way, you know? They had this idea of who I should be, and they didn’t want me to be so weird and intense. But ultimately… That's who I am. And that’s why Silco was such a relief. You know, he accepted me, crazy and all.”

Viktor’s expression had dimmed. Probably because she was rambling, getting off track. “What I’m saying is,” she said. “Don’t just assume that Jayce doesn't like you anymore. Obviously right now isn’t the best time with the contest and everything, but when this is all over, just… talk to him. Maybe he’ll surprise you.” She cracked a grin. “And if he doesn’t, his loss.”

Viktor’s smile was thoughtful. “I’m the older one, shouldn’t I be imparting life lessons to you?”

Jinx rolled her eyes. “I can be emotionally intelligent. Sometimes.”

Viktor said, “I… I don’t know what your situation is exactly, with Vi and Ekko. But I think they could surprise you, too.”

Panic laced itself along her spine, though not as intense as usual when Vi and Ekko were brought up. “No,” she said. “No, I can’t. At least… not right now.”

“That’s fine, pupsik.” Viktor made sure not to overstep. “If you need time, you need time. I know I certainly do.”

She watched as he pulled up the recording software. “What does pupsik mean, by the way? You call me that a lot.”

“Eh, it’s like… baby. Or doll.” At her horrified expression, he said quickly, “It’s different! It’s a term of endearment, that’s all.”

She eyed him suspiciously.

“Really, it’s because of your-,” he indicated her hidden stash of dolls under the counter. “Your um… ‘writing process’.”

Her face flared red. “You know what, let’s-let’s get back to work.”

Viktor played the track they’d been working on, listening and altering the beats. Jinx tried to focus, though it was difficult with Fishbones murmuring in her mind. A weakness to exploit. Well done, Jinx.

#arcane #lightcannon #jinx #viktor #vicait #rock band au #battle of the bands au #face the noise #beat the daylight #my fic #okay I'm caught up on posting now lol

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highpoly · 2 years

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put that giant Hiii over the texture in case someone attempts to steal it but then again not sure why you’d want to steal something thats so lazily made but better safe than sorry

anywyas ive been wanting to figure out how sphere mapping works in MMD and its like all making sense like ohhhhhh... it’s in japanese but if you’re modeling and currently in the middle of texturing, this guide for sphere making is helpful. they literally included a sample map of what area hits what at the very beginning so it’s really helpful planning out what you need

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arachnesnest · 8 months

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Dreamed Cafe - Federico

(I don't actually think this part fits with the others. But I like it, and I'm committed to the bit, er, committed to posting these things without heavy overthinking.)

The drink materializes before the rest of the bar as Federico nears my realm. It changes shape a few times, from a neat shot of whiskey to some sweet liquor on the rocks in a tumbler, finally settling as a tall pint of undistinguished beer. The bar around it is detailed and clear - a specific place, not the general cafe Una showed me or the anonymous campfire. Over the hearth hangs a pair of battered shortswords, one point-up and one pommel-up. Even the bartender has a specific face and demeanor to him; I’ll have to be a new patron to fit into the limited anonymity of Federico’s dream.

A patron, not a patient. That’s the echo that settles into the room as Federico walks in. He’s half expecting a patient to intercept him on his way here, to the Ups and Downs, the bar not far from his clinic. He rolls his shoulders as he enters, shedding some kind of tension as he heads over to the bar where his drink is already waiting.

He takes a seat and stares off into the distance, then has a long drink of the pint. His thoughts are full with something he’s been pondering all day, like Burdock, just waiting to let it out and follow its threads to their conclusion. I barely even have to signal that I’m listening.

“Dirty grace,” he announces to the bartender, who nods in familiar understanding. “That’s all it is.” He takes another long drink - not large, just carefully tasting and appreciative. The drink a man who’s stretching out the experience might take.

“‘Scuse me?” I say in a half-slur, holding a mostly empty pint and sitting two seats down. I signal to the bartender for another and swig the dregs of this one.

“Dirty. Grace.” Federico articulates the words cleanly, with the faintest edge of a noble’s accent. “The only reason I can be here.”

I snort indecently. “Who’s she, then? Dancing later tonight? One of Celestine’s girls?”

He gives a deep belly laugh. “No, you knob. Where’d you grow up, under a barrel stave? I mean grace like miracles, that’s the only reason why I’m here at all.”

“Oh. ‘s like, ‘by-the-grace-of-the-Stone-you-are-saved’ kind a thing? Got that a bit too much from the old homestead, thankyaverrymuch.” I scoot a seat nearer to him. “So you saying, then, that by-the-grace-of-the-Stone you’re getting a pint tonight? Where do I sign up??”

The laugh’s a little bitter now, though not angry. I’m still amusing him so far, and it gives his thoughts a reason to spill over. “No, no no. Not the Stone. Same as you, I had a little more of that than I could stand. I get grace elsewhere - Think closer to home.”

“Ohreally?” I focus right on him. “Where?”

“There.” He makes a little half-nod, half-pursed-lips gesture toward the far end of the bar, where an enforcer for the local slumlord is enjoying her whiskey, nightstick resting casually next to her. “And there.” A back corner, where a prostitute is cooing over a couple of young men trying to outbid each other. “And even up there.” Over the bar, this time, where a carved hand with red-painted nails rests against the nicer bottles, almost but not quite on display.

“Oh?” I blink twice, blearily, then widen my eyes a little. “Ohhhhhh.”

“Got it in one.” He takes a smaller sip, just enough to make it into a prologue for what’s next. “Nobody does anything in this neighborhood without Sangrel’s permission. Sangrel, and Celestine, and the Red Nails.”

I interrupt. “They working together, then? I’da thought–”

“No, not together. They just happen to agree on a couple of points, like money, and paying off the cops - that’s another source of grace, I suppose - and letting my clinic stay open. Only by the grace of a slumlord, a madam, and a gang do I continue to keep my doors open. It’s not the grace of stones or some kind of selfless sense of honor. It’s because I’ll treat someone no matter who they are or what they did.”

Another sip. His carved-stone profile is startlingly handsome. “Can’t save them, but I can stitch them up and send them on their way. And I don’t hand them over to whoever comes to the door chasing them. Not to the cops, not to a stalker, not to a furious wife, not even to the Red Nails themselves.”

“‘Course that’s not the same as keeping them safe. More than one time, the people who came to the door decided they didn’t want to go back empty-handed, so I got stomped or shivved and they got by. I’ll never willingly hand someone over or let their pursuers in or even tell you who’s been treated, but I’m not going to hazard my life for them.”

“So it’s dirty coz it comes from whores and crooks and thugs,” I say, a little bit of disgust creeping into my voice - just enough that it’s not clear if I’m disgusted by them or by his depiction.

He gives another short bark of a laugh. “I’m the last one to judge who sleeps with who and how a streetman earns his keep. No, it’s dirty because it rests on other people suffering. It’s not from the Stone or the Breath, it’s from the whim of powerful, ruthless, corrupt people who make their way without regard for who gets crushed underneath. And I benefit from it. It’s fragile. I need their grace to live, and I need to not jostle it any more than I can possibly risk.”

“The minute I get too risky for any one of them, I’m a dead man.” His eyes get foggy, and the little crease between his brows deepens. “And if I did get killed…Well. I suppose I have to add another source of grace for my continued existence. Even dirtier than the rest.” He turns away a little, just enough to show his face in outline against the light. Dredging through his thoughts, I come up with what he’s referencing and decide to press the issue.

I pull out a bill from my pocket, stare at it, look up at his profile, stare back at the bill, uncrumple and smooth it farther, stare back at him. “Huh. Anybody errer tell you you look like…”

“No. And neither did you.” He makes direct eye contact. “Neither. Did. You.”

I can hear the threat in there, and ease back, hands spread to show I’m harmless. I don’t have to pry the crack open any further, though, because…

“I don’t look like the Arabanda family. And you never said I did.” A large, steadying gulp. “But…let’s say there was someone. Someone from the Arabandas. Let’s say this…person…got kicked out, for being…oh, let’s say being an invert, loving the wrong people. If that person ended up here in Sangrel’s neighborhood, what do you think would happen?”

I shake my head with a dour expression. “Nothin’ good, thass sure.”

“Nothing good, no. He could starve on the streets, or get rolled in an alley by a careless drunk, or just disappear. The Arabandas wouldn’t lift a finger. Just someone wiped off the books of their family. In fact, if it got around that a member of the Family was in the slums, especially if it got around that he was an invert, or fraternizing with the dregs of the city, then the Arabandas might decide he’s a liability and they’ll disappear him, regretfully but permanently.”

“But if that person was killed in a…dramatic…way, or if someone tried to use him as leverage against the Family, or if they just didn’t like how he’d died…then the Arabandas would wipe out the killer. And the killer’s colleagues. And the killer’s family. They won’t protect…him, but they'll see someone dead in return for his death. He may be their abandoned son, their rejected son, the pervert, the target, but his death would be an insult, and insults are always answered.”

“So I don’t look like anyone you might be thinking of.” He turns back, takes another drink.

“Not that it would change much on my end of the equation. I get too risky for any of them, I’m still dead. If I become more trouble to Sangrel than I’m worth in stitched-up footsoldiers, I’ll be quietly erased. If a crusading magistrate decides the slums need purging, or if the Hunt demands someone and the cops stop caring, I’ll be flayed and hung. The Family can’t do much about the Hunt.”

“Pretty tough tightrope to walk there.”

“It is.” He nods at me, and smiles. The tension breaks and starts to fade away. But he’s not done with the things he wanted to say when he found my dreaming door. He takes another drink, bringing the pint down to its last few swallows, and the imagined alcohol begins to loosen his tongue even more.

“The funny thing is…the funny thing is, it doesn’t keep me from thriving here. It does keep me from doing anything that might draw too much attention or piss off the wrong people. Which is basically anything that might make a change for good. So I’m just as dirty. I don’t turn in the corrupt cops, or try to get the prostitutes to band together in a union, or do heroic lifesaving measures.”

“But I do get to work. Treat the bar fight wounds, splint up the broken bone, deliver the baby, salve the sores. And the patients go away mostly healed, even if they’re back two days later. I bought a little time or eased a little pain.”

“Oddly enough, working like this even gets me some moments of rest. Celestine’s girls and boys will sometimes bring me a few things if I managed to help one or the other of them with an abortion, a delivery, stitches, or sometimes a warning to Celestine that this one can’t take another round of the rough stuff if you want them to live. The Red Nails pay me often enough that I can sometimes afford the nicer smokes. Even Sangrel cuts the occasional deal for rent paid in stitches.”

“So now, every day, I make this trip to the Up & Downs to have a drink. Just one drink, and a breather for however long it takes to have it.” He raises his glass and halves the remaining swallow.

“Same one every time? Sure I can’t buy you another – this is good stuff–”

“Not the same one. Sometimes the breather’s no more than five minutes and I go stumbling out the door with the burn of whiskey still in my throat. Sometimes I get two whole hours, so I nurse one of these for a while. Nobody interrupts me during my drink; they’ll ask for me on the way there and back, but not here.”

“At least lemme pay for that one, then…” I rummage around in my pockets for the bill that’s already on the bar.

“No good, friend. I never expected it, but the Up & Downs won’t take my money anymore. They just give me that one drink each day. It’s not the same as safety, but it’s good.” With that, he drains the last of the pint, tips it in a salute before placing it gently on the bar, and strolls out the door.

#dreamed cafe #after the loss #rough draft #making random things

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manzluv · 2 years

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9 or 10 I forgot

Swap Sophia , trying to impress Kuon ichinose : I re-initialized the entire command structure, retaining all programmed abilities but deleting the supplementary preference architecture. Sophia : They turned it off and back on again.

Sophia : Guys, Kuon ichinose is missing. Swap Sophia : Good.

Sophia : Why would you think any of this was a good idea?! Swap Sophia : Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long line of violence. Sophia : Oh... Kuon ichinose , from across the room: *from across the room* I don’t understand how you keep forgetting that.

Sophia : Guys, I didn’t memorize my lines! Swap Sophia : Just use your lack of common sense! Everyone knows the characters in plays are dumb as f**k! *During the play* Kuon ichinose : Hey! You finally made it! Did you get the donuts? Sophia : W-what’re donuts?

Kuon ichinose : How is spring not everyone’s favorite season? The trees are PINK, guys! Sophia : Allergies are also a problem, y'know. Kuon ichinose : But pink. Swap Sophia : And it's hot. Kuon ichinose : PINK!

Swap Sophia , in a high voice, holding Barbie: Hey, Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career! Sophia , in a deep voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. You’re staying home and having my kids. Kuon ichinose : What the f**k are you guys doing? Swap Sophia : Playing systemic oppression.

Sophia : What makes you think it's okay to watch Hannibal given its subject matter? Kuon ichinose : Sometimes, I watch television shows for entertainment purposes. Swap Sophia : Because I condone murder and cannibalism.

Sophia : I have a bad feeling about this... Swap Sophia : What do you mean? Sophia : Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble? Swap Sophia : No? Kuon ichinose : That actually explains so much.

Swap Sophia : Protip is you do not feel good about yourself after eating tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce. Sophia : What's wrong with you?? Swap Sophia : I literally JUST said I ate tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce?? Pay attention. Kuon ichinose : No, they mean other than that. Swap Sophia : Ohhhhhh. Swap Sophia : I haven't slept in 4 days.

Sophia : It smells like henway in here. Kuon ichinose : Swap Sophia : Kuon ichinose . Swap Sophia , forcefully: Doesn't it smell like henway in here? Kuon ichinose : *sigh* Kuon ichinose : What's a henway? Sophia : OH ABOUT TEN POUNDS!

#persona 5 #persona 5 sophia #swap sophia #kuon ichinose #incorrect quotes

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whatsnothappening · 2 years

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I do not know at all what I’m doing with this. Can I use this as a forum to just talk? Like what if I’m one of those people who like to talk but hate to hear my own voice. Is that a thing? I’ve always wanted to blog. Never knew what to blog about. Then I thought why not blog about shit I just want to bitch about, or rave about. Is that what blogging is? I tend to over think shit. I also tend to ramble. And I am realizing that is capable to do over text. And people wonder why I keep my text short and sweet. Little do they know I have written out a 400 word text explaining my answer and why I answered so late and why I think my answer makes sense and asking if they think it makes sense. Then deleting it just to put… “no, don’t buy the shoes. I agree, they make your kankles bulge”. Ya know, some shit like that. Dude, life’s weird. I can’t even believe I’ve made it so far. Is it weird to think that? You start your life out as a child not know what the hell is coming next and thinking already wow this is my life forever and then BAM. You’re the cheesy Facebook post that your older cousin posts on Friday nights when they stop getting invited to go out anymore because all their friends started having babies and getting married, so she is just sitting on the couch watching greys anatomy and drinking wine in her apartment alone. Just me? I mean, I’m not the greys anatomy type… I kind of range from watching drag queens on YouTube to futurama to crime shows. Is that still cheesy? ….damn. But it’s real man. Hey, do you ever wish you could just ramble on about shit? Like the most random shit and have people just listen to you and not interrupt one bit. Kind of like a podcast. I’d do one of those but that goes back to where I’m not trying to hear my own damn voice. Like, I don’t know how in the hell people can do the YouTube videos and Tik toks and just speak their mind. Like damn, your cool with looking at your self whilst your vommiting every thought you had in your head for that day? I mean I give them props for real. I guess that’s why I’ve always wanted to blog. It’s not even to really make sure people read my shit. I mean if people do, and they can relate that’s awesome! If they can’t or don’t agree with shit I’m saying then that’s awesome too because I like to get other peoples perspective. Ohhhhhh… you know another thing just makes my damn ass itch man. Speaking about wanting to talk and not get interrupted. I cannot tell you how getting blatantly interrupted just fucks my entire day. I could be having the best day of my life, someone could of just gifted me a billion dollars and my dream house. But if that same day someone’s having a conversation with me and just keeps interrupting me. FUCK. Oh shit, and if it was the same person who gifted me said money and home. Fuck it, take all that shit back man. Not really, let me keep that cash and house but bet I’m smacking the shit outta you. I don’t know, I guess this is good for me today. I don’t even know how long I’d want to make these things. I’m gonna try to do it every day. Maybe every other. I don’t know. Life’s wild. This might be my only one 😂

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haroldtea · 3 years

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fic where wu takes a diplomatic visit to the fire nation and takes his former bodyguard mako w him (“is anyone else wondering why mako still goes everywhere with wu even though he’s not his bodyguard anymore? no? just me?” says bolin) and they meet with the stoic but surprisingly wry fire lord izumi.

it’s established before the fic begins that wu and mako have pretty much acknowledged their mutual feelings for each other that took full root after the events of book 4. wu is all in but mako’s refusing to entertain the idea bc wu is royalty and they live on other sides of the world, it doesn’t matter how they feel, it doesn’t matter that they both know there’ll never be anyone else, wu is in the middle of dismantling a monarchy and mako is still trying to figure himself out and his place in everything and them being together is just...something that doesn’t make sense, it can’t possibly work. so they’re not talking about it, and they’re just living in this weird limbo between together and not together that’s driving them both crazy and they’re bickering more than ever before.

so they have their meeting w izumi where wu and izumi are bonding over growing up royalty, and discussing how both nations can benefit the other as the earth kingdom regime changes, when mako notices that izumi’s sleeves kind of look like those ones korra wears and he asks about it. izumi’s face lights up cuz she sort of forgot she was wearing them and tells them about how her new tailor was able to make these sleeves for her that were water tribe in design but fire nation in execution (i.e. a bit more breathable in the morbid heat, what have you) and wu and mako are both kind of like .....why? and izumi is like ??? you guys didn’t know i’m half water tribe?? and they’re like HUH??? cuz izumi is a whole *fire bender* and she’s like um yeah, councilman sokka was my dad. and they’re like HUH???? isn’t lord zuko ur dad??? and she’s like.....yes. he is also my dad. (are our brains working today, boys?) and they’re both like ..........ohhhhhh and she’s like lol yeah oh.

so there’s a curiosity in both wu and mako, cuz they never knew this and apparently it wasn’t made super duper public. two people from different nations, one struggling w their duty to a broken monarchy, one struggling to leave a changing world better than they found it. izumi, catching on, tells them about how their union specifically was a symbol of healing in their post-war world, how things like distance and differences in background paled in comparison to the strength they found in each other. “they were partners in everything,” izumi tells them. “i doubt the fire nation would be what it is today if my dads didn’t have each other.” she shows them their family portrait, sokka and zuko holding baby izumi with young druk curled around them (that one fanart you know the one), and pulls down her collar and shows them the betrothal necklace zuko let her start wearing after sokka died, and in not so many words is basically like “hint hint wink wink” cuz cmon, she’d like to thinks she’s pretty observant for a fire lord and let’s face it, wu and mako are being kind of obvious. she throws in a “also, they had seen enough death in their teen years that the last thing they wanted to do was waste a single day not being with each other. like, what if zuko was assassinated suddenly and sokka never told him how he felt? that’s tragic.” because she’s having fun and we should let her.

so. you can kind of guess that that night wu and mako have a very long and important conversation full of “i don’t want to be with anyone else but you” and “knowing you’re on my side makes everything easier” and “we’ll never know if we don’t just try” and in the morning at breakfast after they head back to ba sing se, izumi finds a thank you note from mako and it makes her giggle, and zuko looks up from his food and is like “don’t tell me you played matchmaker with those two.” and shes like “what? they were being idiots!” “you can’t be meddling in other people’s business all the time!” “why not? they’re together now and much happier for it.” “you always make it sound like we moved mountains and cured famines. i swear you’re a bigger drama queen than your father was.” and izumi just pats him on the arm, cuz she misses sokka too, and goes back to eating with a smile on her face.

#idk how to put a read more on mobile sorry!!#is this anything #wuko #zukka #atla #tlok #izumi

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harryfeatgaga · 2 years

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ok but Harry wanting to spoil you and maybe it’s your honeymoon and you had mentioned seeing a scarf at a store or something as you’re making your way back to your villa and he’s all offended his brows pulled in that cut way that they do like, “sweetheart why didn’t you tell me you wanted it” and you’re all, “it’s fine Harry you don’t need to get me it” as you’re toe your shoes off as he shuts the door behind you, “but I want you to have everything you want.” following you as he goes off his shoes as well coming up to wrap his arms around you but he’s all kisses along your neck “husbands should get everything their wife wants. yeah? So let me, okay?” and when your breath hitches as he pushes your top to expose more of your shoulder and you nod, that’s when he knows he’s got you. And that’s how you’ve ended up beneath him in the bedroom, the sound of waves from the ocean right outside your window barely noticeable as Harry consumes all your senses. “You’re going to tell me what you want when you want it from now on” as he’s slotting his mouth against yours, moving to kiss along your jaw to your ear to say into it, “and I’ll always give it to you” before nibbling on your ear lobe. and you whimper and bite your lip. The rings on his hand contrasting with the warm skin of your breast as he rubs against it. “I want,” you swallow, your stomach trembles and breaks out in goosebumps as his fingers trail down, “I want, Har-…I want you to, fuck” lose your train of thought as his hand slips down to your center and dips into the wetness between your parted thighs, and he’s smirking as he slides his tongue out of your mouth before, asking cockily “Is that what you want, Mrs. Styles?”

OHHHHHH MY FUCKING GODDDDDKFJNBHURJFN STOP ITTTTKGNJHJIOKRJFNHRIJFK YALLLL IM SOOOOO

#harry concept

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jhopezwrld · 3 years

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What bts boys do you thinks are pervy? Like the ones who steal your underwear to jerk off with or (not so) secretly take pictures of your ass when you bend over in the super short skirt? :•>

ohhhh OHHHHHH?? my coochie exploded while writing this thanks, nonnie baby <3

tws: mild dark content, non-con, slight sub!jungkook, degradation, general pervy-ness hehe

ok hear me out… jk did not grow up around many women during his formative years (and by formative years i mean like..sexploration heheh) so, understandably, he is always very awkward around women. sadly, he did read and watch a lot of hentai and just very unrealistic porn, which lead him to believe the weird little things he fantasized about were ok. dreaming about peeping on a pretty girl while she changes or gets ready for bed isn’t weird, right? it happens in porn all the time. so do sneaky underskirt pics and secret panty raids. so it only makes sense in kook’s little pea brain that it’s totally fine to do these things to you when you get together. i mean, if the girls in the mangas he read and the pornos he watched didn’t mind, then why would you? it starts off small, stealing your used panties and smothering himself with them, jerking himself off with the delicate lace wrapped around his leaking cock, and even going so far as to cum all over them and haphazardly throw them back in the laundry bin, secretly hoping you’d find them. then it gets to bigger things, like sneaking pictures of your ass while you’re bent over, or you fresh out of the shower with only a small towel covering your curves (bc somehow all the normal-sized towels had disappeared). eventually, jungkook gets bolder. moving on to standing his phone up and recording you in the bathroom while you shower, and shoving his phone under your skirt while you’re standing in front of him to catch a shot of the silky panties clinging to the fat of your ass. and when you catch him? he'd be such a little pussy, tears sticking to his lashline while he stutters out apologies and excuses. poor little baby, he's so confused. he knows it's wrong, and he does feel a little guilty, but his hard-on straining against his jeans is very contradicting. in the back of his mind, he's still hoping that you'll degrade him. call him a little perv, smack him around a bit, maybe even step on his cock.

#jeon jungkook #bts #bts smut #bts drabble #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #tw // non-con #tw // degradation #blqkwidow #my writing #bts imagines #bts one shot #jeon jungkook imagines #smut #mild dark content #this is actually really hot i wanna turn it into a full fic... maybe i will hehehehe

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lolita-lollipop · 3 years

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Royal siren erasermic family? They like adopt you after you hatch from an egg bc they found you or something idk and take you back to the castle and make you their little princess or something cute and fluffy like that.

YANDERE SIREN ERASERMIC FAMILY X BABY PRINCESS READER

Shinso was just out and about, swimming through some forbidden areas he wasn’t supposed to be in, avoiding sharks, when he found an iridescent little ball under some rubble of a shipwreck, it made his gills tingle at the sweet aura that it emmited, he knew, that this creature, was something to protect. It was up until he saw something moving inside that he thought it was just some ancient treasure that would’ve died with this ship, he examined it closer, squinting his eyes, that’s when he realized, it was a Siren. A baby one at that, usually they hatched out of boring white eggs, the royal family’s were gold, but a shiny color changing white that combated the finest of jewels? Never, this little pip was special, he could feel it.

So he brought it back home, through his “balcony window”, debating wether or not he should tell his parents. As you know, he was somewhere where he was not supposed to be, and they would throw a fit. Then again, whatever this thing was, he couldn’t just keep it to himself, something was living inside it, and he wouldn’t know if something was wrong, so he has too. When he did, it came as a suprise that his parents weren’t mad, they jsut kindof stared at the orb, inhaling the addictive scent it gave off, the three huddled around it, aizawa carefully picking the Small thing up, it was only about the size of a pumpkin, extremely easy to pick up, yet he could still feel the heartbeat of a creature inside, it just had to be one of the sirenfolk , there isn’t any other explanation. He stared at it in confusion, noticing the small cracks staring to form.

Then a little hand popped through, and scared the shit out of all of them.

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As it turned out, you were in fact a siren, a rare subtype of them, thought to have gone extinct long, long ago. The opal-looking scales that littered your arms and tail showed proof of it, this species were intensely more fragile, and weaker, that’s why they went extinct, as they couldn’t hear, and a small crabs pinch could cause major bone breaks, they were just too weak, yet so beautiful. That’s why they were coveted among the royal family. It only helped their growing obsession taht you were so cute.

It might’ve been an act of I’mpulse, but they just needed to have you as their own, of course, their word is law, so they could’ve just kept you, but they felt the need to make it official, they’d already had two pips, you’re just their third! It was simple, of course, you specific species could be born into sirenfolk families, it was just so rare that it had only happened once. You were just so cute, so fragile, just something so breakable, they just

H a d

To protect this tiny lil thing, it was instinctual to feel a protective pull over their little pups, and boy were they feeling that right now, you were special, not just any baby, but you were theirs. Their special little pup, nothing would ever lay a hand on you, ever. It had only be a few days, and word spreads through the underwater kingdom like a wave, from the servant maid who showed them how to take care of you, to the head maid, to a citizen, to the fisher, and eventually, by the end of the week, the whole kingdom was eagerly waiting to get a glimpse of their new princess.

And boy were they shocked to find out it was an opalite, the most rare of rare sirens in the world. Immediately after they had shown you to the world, sitting in a large clam as it was pulled by sharks, the citizens fell in love with you, maybe it was the fact that you were related to their beloved royals, maybe because the royal family would intensely glare at anyone who made negative comments, maybe it was the fact that a few of those people went missing, but who knows right?

You still hadn’t been able to open your eyes yet, and you won’t be able to hear them for a very long time, your hands were about the size of aizawas eye, and you looked closer to a fish than a human, as you hadn’t even developed your face yet, another plus to being the endangered species, note the sarcasm. And guess what? They found it so adorable, just their cute little baby, their little pup who can’t even protect themselves from the water around them. They just loved every part of your little body, from your tails, to your tiny little hands, to your shiny gills. It was all just so perfect- you were so perfect, and you were theirs, they were gonna protect you at all costs.

So of course they did, you were just so tiny right now, they knows practically anything could hurt you, so they opted to be around you all the time, only leaving to hunt for humans that would suffice for their tastes, drawling them in, determined because of that little smile of yours. You motivated them to do it, they were doing this for you. It have them all a sense of pride to have you feel safe with them, to rite them you. On their own terms.

Eri was constantly around you, being that she was a young one just like you, and you were her little sister! So she wanted to always be around while you made those echoing gurgling noises, or flapped your hands around in the water, she didn’t have responsibility in the kingdom yet, unless being cute is a job, so she can be with you jsut as much as she wants. Always sitting with you while you played with the floating pearls that they had arranged over your play area, watching you feel new things, holding you while you dozed off with adorable little bubbles, she always was with you.

Like now, she’s been with you all day, giving you little snacks, glaring at the guards at the door who always had their eyes on you… creeps. The sun was almost setting, and when you’re low down in the ocean it goes pitch black after a little while, and that’s when the jellyfish come out, tonight was one of the most special days out of the year in the northern oceans, the jellyfish festival, the one night a year when the rare white jellyfish would come out to say hi, leaving trails of shimmering sparkle behind them, painting the upper levels of the ocean a shiny silver. It just so happened that it occurred on your first birthday, a very small increment to sirens, as they live almost a billion years, but still a big accomplishment in their eyes. Look! Their little baby girl is turning one! How amazing!

“Do you see them hon? Look, they’re just starting to appear” Aizawa asked both you and eri calmly, swishing his hand through the salty water to pint at the new appearance of white and purple blobs, slowly flouncing their way overhead. Eri smiled up at it, her pointed teeth displayed in full view, her eyes shined at the view, not only of the huge jellyfish, but also at you, who was placed delicately in mics lap, sat up against his chest. Little bubbles escaped your mouth as you blew raspberries into the water, just making the family laugh.

“Mm-hmmm! Look! Look! How pretty! I wanna touch em! Can I touch em!” She yelled at her parents, excitedly pointing towards the jelly’s floating towards the surface, her hair floated behind her as she swished around, shinsho just chuckled, knowing that she eventually would try to touch them, and get zapped, again, like last year, and the year before, and the year before.

“No hon. Don’t do that to us again, you wanna wish your sister a happy birthday? She’s probably really exited!” Mic cheered, distracting his daughter from touching the jellyfish, yet again, meanwhile, you were happily bouncing up and down on his lap, enjoying the freedom of your arms, swishing them all over the place, grabbing the beads around your neck, jsut anything.

“But dad! Why not! It’s not like it’s hurt me or anything I’ll be fi-“ she begged, throwing her hands up in a small tempter tantrum, clearly forgetting her previous events of pain, and idiocy.

“No- nope no no, we aren’t doing this again, please honey, just please, remember last time, we had to clean up your wounds OUTSIDE-of water, you hate going to the surface remember? “

“Yeah but-“ she started speaking, but was soon cut off with a loud giggle, resonating through your lips, kindof rare for you, you hadn’t been very vocal outside of a few gurgles here and there, so it had each and every ones heads turning. That’s when they saw it, your beautiful eyes, shin sing in reflection to the jellyfish. Those beautiful little eyes of yours mesmerized all of them, a pitch black (for protection from the salt), with a shiny silver-like pupal, immediately after they opened, a burst of color filled your vision. You giggled and clapped your hands together with a small toothless smile, watching as the floaty creates went overhead, glittering with the light.

The absolutely gorgeous splash above was admired by the family form their own viewing post, the blues and whites combined to make a heavenly display. You could feel the cool sprinkles of light they emmited hitting your skin, smiling at the feeling, you splayed your hands out and flailed them against the water.

“Ohhhhhh- oh wow. Honey! Honey look! Her eyes opened! Look at taht! Aren’t you just so magical! Look at you, my little pup.” Mic smacked Aizawa over the chest multiple times, pointing at your clearly opened eyes, you just remained oblivious, staring up at all the new things around you, like.. everything! He turned you around to face him, letting you actually see his face for the first time, taking in the long yellow hair, the (also) black eyes, the ethereal face dotted with shiny yellow gills, him, you could see him!

“She’s developing smoothly, I’m glad. Awww, that’s pretty cute.” Aizawa replied to him, holding in his emotions, as soon as he met those new eyes of yours it’s like everything else disappeared, like the world itself didn’t exist, outside of him, and his fmaily. You took his breath away, or what you could call breath, so cute and innocent, such a small thing, that brings so much joy. Your little tail swished back and forth as you stared up at them happily, taking in the features of the people you’d learned to recognize by touch. Blowing raspberries out of your lips with a stream of bubbles.

“Awwwww! I’m gonna cry, she’s growing so fast! Soon she’ll be swimming in her own! In like 200 years! Too soon, way too soon. Comers baby- mm hmmm” mic spoke, knowing full well that even if he did cry, his tears would get sucked in by the ocean. He pulled you close, moving your head I’ve this shoulde is it would rest in the crook of his neck while he hugged you, eventually, the others joined in, eri practically flopping ontop (with careful regard for you of course).

They all stared at you, while you stared up at the “sky”, oblivious to their stares, to the ways they would growl at anyone who came close, to how they kept you from seeing anyone other than what they personally approve. After all, you are jsut their little pup, of course you wouldn’t notice! Their little pup… feels right to say that, it isn’t like you have any family waiting, they aren’t ever gonna come here.

And if they ever did?

Then, well, a few mermaids are going missing

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Thanks for requesting, this was fun to write!

Have a great day today! Goodbye.

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Little Fox

(C!Fundy x Reader)

Request 12: Hey if you're making a request, do you do c!Fundy? If so, can I get a Fundy x half fox shapeshifter!reader where fundy finds an injured full fox!reader, and takes her home to patch her up without knowing that she's a shifter ówò? Context, the reader can shift into three forms: full fox, half and half(fox legs, tail, ears, fangs), and fully human. Thank you have a blessed day!!!

Requested By: Anonymous

Moving away from L’manburg or what was once L’manburg was one of the best decisions Fundy has ever made. Did it get lonely from time to time, sure, but at least he was finally at peace. He was away from his ghost of a father and away from the drama of everyone else fighting and the looming sense of death that lingered over everyone that lived in the once-prosperous nation. It was quiet and he was happy to be left alone, well, mostly alone. There was one exception, a snow-white fox that trotted around his house from time to time, curious (e/c) watching him with intent. He had always felt a connection to foxes considering he was part fox, he hated seeing them hurt or starving or treated with disrespect, so he kept them around. However the white fox didn’t seem to pay him any mind other than silently watching and wandering around his home, he started placing food out for the fox. This went on for a few months until one night something felt off. Fundy kept glancing out the window, almost like he was expecting to see someone but no one popped up until he remembered his little buddy. He didn’t know why it sent him so on edge, it was just a random arctic fox maybe it was the way the food was left untouched or the pull he felt to go the woods, but he grabbed his coat and stepped into the forest.

The first thing he noticed was the small animal prints littering the snow, there seemed to be some sort of scuffle. Worry entered his veins and his ears pressed flat against his head, he journeyed deeper into the forest and noticed little droplets of blood. Fundy adjusted his hat nervously and followed the blood droplets, crumpled on the ground in front of his feet was a blood-stained fox. The once pure white coat of the fox was stained with red splotches a big gash was torn from its side, Fundy felt nauseous. The wind seemed to blow against his exposed ears, almost urging him to pick up the fox and take it home. He reached out and picked the fox up in his arms and held it close, the wind blew again, his eyes widened a little in surprise, the wind seemed to whisper a thank you.

Back at the house he laid the fox down on his couch and began to patch up her wounds. Hopefully, she wouldn’t attack him in the morning, be too freaked out, he wrapped the bandages around the wound stopping the flow of blood. He just prayed his foxy friend would be alive come the morning light. Fundy flicked the lights off and went to sleep in his bedroom, even though all the windows were shut and locked tight he still felt that odd breeze tickle the tufts of his ears. ‘Take good care of her’ it seemed to whisper, his heart thudded in his chest as he snuggled under the covers. The morning sun streamed through his windows, blinding the hybrid slightly, he groaned loudly and sat up in bed. He ran his sharp nails through his hair tussling it a little bit, trying to calm the rat’s nest down. As snapped to consciousness fully when he noticed footsteps coming from his living room, very human-sounding footsteps. Fundy tensed and hopped out of bed storming into the room, a dagger in hand. He let out a startled shriek seeing a beautiful half-naked young woman standing in the middle of the room. However, he couldn’t even focus on that, he was more focused on the snow-white fox ears that sat atop her head, the fluffy tail behind her, and the fox-like legs.

She was like him.

“Fundy right?” She sent him a crooked smile, sharp fangs very visible, making him feel all types of things. “Names, (Y/n) and you saved my life last night.”

“You- Fox?! but- human-” His hands tangled in his orange hair mentally trying to come to terms with the fact that he had probably saved a forest spirit. “No shirt!” he sputtered feeling soft hands take his own, he noticed a smile on her lips, their eyes locked together,

“I’m a shifter. A pleasure to officially meet you.” He felt you squeeze his palms and he swallowed thickly,

“Shifter?”

He watched you nod tail swishing from side to side, you were very happy to be talking to him it seemed, Fundy felt oddly honored. “I have three forms! Full fox, half fox, and fully human,” You explained holding up three fingers on your hand. “Usually full fox is easier but as you can see,” You motioned to the bandages covering your chest, “it’s not without risks.”

“Hold the phone you’re telling me the fox I’ve been feeding-”

“Yup! That was me!” You giggled as his cheeks went red, “I appreciated it.”

“I gave you dog food! I’m so sorry, oh my god!” He sputtered out completely mortified by the situation. You let out a roaring laugh, it was very reminiscent of that of a fox but he supposed that, that made sense. He watched you dip your head and nuzzle underneath his chin, once again he felt his entire face burn red, your ears were so soft, the fur tickling his chin.

“It’s okay, I didn’t eat any of that. Just pretended.” You reassured lifting your head to once again meet his eyes. “Soooo...you gonna tell me your name? Or should I just call you handsome?” He felt the blush spread down onto his neck,

Oh no, she was so cute.

“Fundy! I’m Fundy.” He nodded more stiffly than he wanted too suddenly very aware of how close the both of them were to one another. You blinked after a few minutes peaking around his shoulder, oh shit was his tail wagging? A bright smile spread across your cheeks “Laugh it up okay! Not every day I get to have a cute fox girl nuzzle against me alright!” Your ears fell flat against your head, he watched pink spread across your cheeks, score.

“Cute?” You meekly whispered you pulled away a little to grab at your tail shyly, “Thank you.”

He was going to die, you were going to be the death of him.

After that first encounter, you, the real you, had become a staple of his life. You had moved with him a few days after showing your more human form to the hybrid. You knew how to cook which made him swoon, it tasted divine, he was tired of being alone. You made him feel like he still had hope, you were his family now even after only knowing you for such a short amount of time. There was an odd sort of bond the two of you had, he was happy to have someone understand him, on a level that no one has ever been able to before, especially not his father. Days rolled into weeks and weeks turned into months, it was about eight months in when Fundy finally confessed to you.

You’d spent the day away from home, in your full fox form, saying you needed to stretch your legs and Fundy let you go. That didn’t mean he wasn’t a mess all day worrying about your well-being all day, he barely could get anything done, so when he saw your white fur streak through the trees that night he knew you were home. He ran out onto the stones of the path and called out your name, he watched your ears twitch and turned towards him. He felt his tail begin wagging ecstatically and he could see yours begin to do the same, you charged headfirst towards him shifting as you run, as you arrived he held out his arms and you jumped right on in them. He felt your arms wrap around his neck as he lifted you into the air. He spun you around as he laughed,

“I missed you, Dee!” You purred out happily leaning back a little bit in his arms, he still held you above the ground.

“I missed you too Dearheart,” Fundy whispered looking up at your sparkling eyes it was then, with your white fur shining in the moonlight that he realized he was in love with you. “(Y/n)?”

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” You breathed out softly, cheeks pink, ears twitching, “I’d like that very much.”

So, he did.

Two years being together of being together was finally when Wilbur- or ghostbur- decided to visit his son. You were outside in the garden, tending to some of Fundy’s vegetables deadset on using some of the fresh ones to make soup for tonight. You were in your human form so you didn’t get your white fur covered in dirt, so you didn’t hear the ghost coming close to the house until he was leaning over your shoulder.

“Hello!”

You screamed like a little kit throwing your basket through the ghost who shivered at the foreign feeling.

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” The ghost apologized adjusting the round glasses on his face. “I heard my son Fundy lives around here but I must be mistaken!”

“Are you...you’re Wilbur aren’t you?”

“Oh! You’ve heard of me! Was it my music, please say yes!” The ghost’s eyes seemed to sparkle with hope, he shrunk a little as he watched you shake your head, “oh…”

“I’m-”

“(Y/n)! I heard you scream, you alright?” Fundy peeked his head out the door eyes going big seeing his dead father standing beside you. Wilbur looked between the both of you before a tiny smirk spread across his face,

“Ohhhhhh, I see now.” Wilbur nodded watching his son’s face go red, “My little champion is all grown up! With a beautiful human to mind you!”

“Er...not exactly.” You mumbled, allowing your ears and tail to pop up from your head, Wilbur’s jaw dropped in shock and awe.

“She’s like you!” Wilbur gaped reaching up to touch your ears, you flinched a little, and Fundy snarled at his father. “Sorry, sorry,” He pulled his hand back with a sheepish smile Fundy finally walked over to the both of you, pushing you behind him only slightly.

“What’re you doing here dad?” His voice was gruffer than you’ve ever heard it, his tail was puffed up in a way you’ve never seen before from your boyfriend.

He was on edge.

Wilbur shuffled a little fumbling with a piece of something blue in his hands. “I just wanted to check up on my son. No one’s heard from you for a while we’re all getting a little worried. I love you so-”

“Dad.” He groaned pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose pinching it, “look. I appreciate you’re all worried but I’m happier here.”

“But you’re all alone out here! It’s not good for anyone’s health, especially not a young fox!”

“Excuse you?” Your eyes narrowed in offense, “I lived out here all my life.” You bristled in frustration, “I turned out fine.” Wilbur eyed you warily and Fundy squeezed your palm tightly, “I did!”

“I didn’t mean any offense. I’m just looking out for my son.”

“No offense but I think he can look after himself just fine.” You shot right back and Fundy covered up a surprised laugh, “So far so good. Plus he’s not alone, I’m with him.” You squeezed Fundy’s hand rather tightly, as Wilbur glanced at your intertwined hands.

“What she said.” Fundy nodded his head, “we have each other and that’s all we need. At least for right now. So try not to worry too much.” He waved his dad off, “Now if you don’t mind we have dinner to cook.” Wilbur gave a hesitant nod before turning back to look into your eyes,

“Don’t hurt him.”

“I don’t plan on it," You assured nodded your head you both had a brief staring contest before Wilbur said his official goodbyes and headed on his way. “I’m sorry,” Fundy watched your ears fall flat against your head.

“What for?” Fundy’s brows furrowed in concern, “He was being an ass, you had every right to defend yourself. Plus I hate him so.” He shrugged unbothered, “I love you though.” He pecked your cheek and you smiled shyly.

“I love you too Dee.” You spoke softly, pulling him close by his jacket, his tail began to wag enthusiastically.

“Kiss?”

“Kiss.” You nodded standing on your tiptoes to give him a long kiss, he purred tangling his fingers through your hair. You pulled away much too soon for his liking and let out a low whine, you giggled happily and peppered his face in light kisses. “Fundy?”

“Hm?”

“Let’s get married.”

“What?”

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Next Up: Immortality and Nymphs Part II

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