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moumouton4 · 9 months

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hihi! i love your writing! this is my first time requesting but could you do hcs of the kamaboko squad (idk if that includes genya but genya as well) with holding hands/pda? fluffflufffluff :))

have a nice day <3

Hand Holding And Pda Hc || Demon Slayers character x reader

Including : Genya Shinazugawa, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agastuma, Inosuke Hashibira

A/n : Hello love I hope you're gonna love this one ✨ I genuinely didn't know who was part of the Kamaboko so I checked and took only the characters I know I write good hopefully 😂

Warning : None fluff fluff fluff, no mention of gender for reader

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Word count : 1443

Genya Shinazugawa :

Bro is literally flustered as hell when he sees you from afar… so imagine if you were holding his hand or displaying affection in public 😳😱

The first time you grabbed his hand in your he jumped 452187762 meters away, his face was red as a bottle of ketchup ( yeah so American )

It takes him a lot of time not to have a nose bleed anymore when you’re holding hands. He manages to look casual after 6 months or so

His face is still red-ish or pink but he always has a big smile plastered on his face. His hand are moist though ( I mean mine too it’s the anxiety )

He loves it though. The feeling of having your smaller hand in his bigger one feels like he can protect you. And everyone knows that it’s important to him

For the pda I think that at first he is cautious about it

He wants to look strong in front of everyone, especially his older brother and he doesn’t want people to see him this weak for you

So he tries to avoid anything of the sort at first

He pulls you in quickly for a kiss when no one is looking or he hold your hand under the table

But then I think he softens, or maybe he has enough to hide his love. He emerges from the personality he borrowed from his brother and asserts himself ( I don’t know anything about what happens after what was shown in the anime so no spoilers please )

Of course kissing you publicly is emotionally tiring when he feels the gaze of his brother on his back or someone else teasing him… or whining about how cute his partner looks cough cough Zenitsu

But at the end, like everything else he manages like a pro

When you’re about to sit he pulls you on his lap instead

“Come here. I’m far more comfortable than the ground”

His arm is often draped around your shoulders and in the evening around your waist

Quick neck kisses because your neck is so soft and appetizing and he wants to bite you

You discover that he is kinda possessive and that even if at first he was flustered about the thought of pda. Now it seems that he likes to make sure that people know that you’re his and he is yours

Though kiss him out of the blue and he is going to react as if it was the first time

< error404 > Genya.exe.stopped.functioning

Tanjiro Kamado :

This dude is made of love - like in the Powerpuff Girl but for him Professor X just used Lov

He always makes sure you’re comfortable when he is touching you.

But when he is sure you are well he doesn’t hold back

His fingers are always intertwined with yours as he holds your hand. They are a bit rough but he hopes you don’t mind

For him it’s a reminder of your connection to everyone, not that he cares but he loves you so much he wants other to know as well

His thumb always rubs circles on the back of your hand. He does this to soothe you when he senses that you’re feeling tense. But most of times it’s mindlessly

Concerning pda, well he doesn’t care if people stare or stuff - he wouldn’t notice it anyways. His focus is always on you

“Your skin is softer than the usual Pumpkin. Did you change something in your routine ?”

But man is a classic and he isn’t going to have you sitting on his lap

in the middle of the day. Or his tongue doing the washing machine in your mouth

But he gives you a lot of sweet pecks. And sometimes it’s several pecks in a row. His eyes always end up sparkling

Neck kisses… I think he is too pure for that. Or maybe he keeps his cards close to his chest

But everyday you have your amount of forehead kisses, cheek kisses and shoulder kisses ?!? Zenitsu always whine that if he had such a partner he wouldn’t be kissing the shoulder first

Though when comes the evening and the night his kisses and touches becomes more daring than in the middle of the afternoon

Yeah you heard me right. There are some evenings when you find yourself straddling his lap and kissing him. You wonder where your classic boyfriend disappeared

Zenitsu Agatsuma :

Ahah he LIVES for physical contacts with you. Give him hand holding HE TAKES. Give him pda OH YEAH HE TAKES

He is stuck to you. You can’t pull him away. No one can

What ? An hashira wants to speak in private with you for an upcoming mission ? He is going to stay

It seems that he can’t live without you

And if you manage to pull him off, he is going to whine whine whine. So you don’t. But he is so cute so must of time you don’t mind

You’re his pacifier lmao. In every ways you could think about

His hands are hyperactive. One moment he is holding you then, then a sec after he is rubbing his thumb over it, then he is intertwining your fingers, then he is rubbing your shoulder, then it somehow lands on your thigh while he leans into you…

Then he plays with your hair… a lot… maybe too much. Then he asks you to play with his, then as you start he cries saying you haven’t thought about it by yourself because you don’t love him as much… J E E Z

“Y/n-chaaaan can you pet my hair like this ?” he’d do it on you first to show you the exact motion

He lives for pda. He isn’t jealous but he is very needy. And he needs people to see that you’re taking care of him. So most of the time you’re the one having to display more affection. Not that you mind here too

Sometimes his hands wander to much and your have to hit - gently - the back of his head or pinch his cheek

If he gets too excited you surprise him with something. Maybe a long and slow kiss or a French kiss 😉 or by pulling him on your lap. He gets so flustered that his shut his mouth and stop moving in case he does or says something that would make you stop

When the night comes Tanjiro and Inosuke, or a friend hashira literally have to knock him out to make him lose his grip on you

(( I must add that he knows you don’t mind because if so.. well no that’s Zenitsu anyways.. ))

Inosuke Hashibira :

First he doesn’t hold your hand

Well he did it once and it was just to show you how smaller your hand was compared to him meaning that you were weaker and that he needed to protect you. And that was basically it

He likes to hold your arm. When you’re sitting down. When you’re walking as well. It just feels stronger than holding hands

And it’s also a way to warn others that you’re his and not to take anymore

Talking about this he doesn’t know what pda is. But he knows that you belong to him and this is all that matters to him

Though it’s not always easy when he is running after people to fight them. Or when he wears his boar mask. How to say that… it stinks

But even on the rare times he doesn’t wear it, showing affection isn’t inborn for him

Like once you tried to kiss him and he stepped back thinking you were trying to eat him… ?!?

You explained that you just wanted to give him a kiss. but when he looked at you dumbfounded you showed him by kissing the back of your hand. Then you asked him if he wanted to try and kiss your cheek

He did. It was sloppy. But something clicked inside of him and he understood somehow the meaning behind it

“Is that another way of marking you as mine ?”

And since you said yes he never dropped the habit. He kissed you the first time he sees you in a day, before leaving for a task, when he return, when the night comes… and when Zenitsu gets a tad bit too close for his liking

He stays his hot headed self most of the time but when he is with you he gets a little softer. And when he gets sleepy he is drags you to cuddle with him while he takes a nap

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍝🍢 Again my requests are open 🥗🧀

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 10 months

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The Joker(s) And The Queen

Masterlist

Warning: I write the Reader as female

Pairing: Ace x Reader x Deuce

And I know you could fall for a thousand kings

And hearts that would give you a diamond ring

When I fold, you see the best in me

The joker and the queen

- Ed Sheeran, The Joker and the Queen

They are card soldiers and the duty of a card soldier is to serve his queen - but how could they be asked to do that when they’ve already sworn their devout and unyielding loyalty to you?

If there was one thing that Ace and Deuce could agree on was that you were the best thing that’s ever happened to them. The otherworldly prefect who entered their lives in a blaze of glory.

It wasn’t no one’s fault that you can both brighten and lighten any room you entered, at how all eyes would immediately turn to you. You were someone whose very existence demanded to be awed and admired and praised. And as much as they were more than willing to do all of the above, they knew that they weren’t the only ones.

They would be fools to ignore how beloved you are by the student body, how you have every single student wrapped around your little finger, how despite not possessing a lick of magic in your body, you had become the most powerful being in school with the way you have the rich, famous and mighty treating you as if you were the reason the sun rose in the morning and set at night. It was clear that you were the object of desire of many - and for good reason. Despite your limitations, you were a pillar of strength, boldly facing every adversity that this twisted school threw at you. Your kind nature saving not only the overblotees but also many other students from a dark and tragic fate. Even with no magical abilities you’ve achieved the impossible and they knew that your circle of friends, which at first were only them, Grim and the Ramshackle ghosts, would only continue to grow and grow as more and more of their peers become aware of just how awe-inspiring you are and they are left to wither away in the shadows, left on the cold and dark sidelines to watch as you get pursued by people who are more worthy to bask in your light.

To say that someone like you is a rarity would be an understatement. In this school of villains, of conmen and crooks, tyrants and thieves, of dark beasts that would claw their way to the top through any means necessary, that would lie and stab to achieve their goals, someone as pure and angelic as you was simply unheard of. A celestial beauty so ethereal that even wild animals and woodland creatures are in reverence of you. Your existence was a siren’s call, and like moths to a flame, they are all ready to drown themselves if it meant they could take even a step closer to you.

You have princes, celebrities, men so wealthy that they could buy you an island and consider it pocket money, all ready to give you a life that even fairytale characters could only dream of. You have people with power who could give you anything you desire: titles, crowns, sceptres, the stars and moon. You had the literal world at your fingers and the ability to do whatever you wanted yet-

Yet you chose them. The objects of your coveted affections, the ones who hold the honour of receiving your tender love and unconditional care, the ones who are blessed with the privilege of calling you theirs - are them. The two foolhardy, act-first-think-second boys who you had to save from expulsion on their first day.

It’s Ace’s eyes you meet from the bleachers of the gymnasium during a basketball match. It’s his name that you’re screaming, cheering and wearing - the bold, block-lettered ‘TRAPPOLA’ on the back of your jersey making it clear just who it is you came there to see. And if there were any fools that weren’t so sure, the breathtaking kiss he plants on your lips after he jogs over to your front row seat in the stands should seal the deal, especially when you reciprocate with fervent enthusiasm.

It’s Deuce’s jacket you wear when you run errands, the oversized black leather that once symbolised physical proof of his shameful past now proudly engulfs your shoulders, the silver ‘Spade’ as clear as day. It’s Deuce who you meet with at the end of his track and field club, it’s his tie that you elegantly loop around his neck and expertly loop into a windsor knot before tugging him towards you and pressing his lips against yours.

It’s them who you open up to, who you let your walls down and tears fall, who you allow to embrace you in your darker moments. It’s them who you run to in your times of joy, who you hug and kiss in elation, not caring who might be watching. It’s them that you praise, that you brag about to others. It’s them who has your full attention. It’s their hands that you hold. It’s them that you invite to Ramshackle and who you snuggle up against late at night.

They showed you the worst of them, from the first day they met you it was clear that they were nothing but trouble: a brash class clown and a violent former gangster yet with all of that, with all the trouble they’ve given you and continue to give you, you still chose them.

Every single day, you choose them. You take their weaknesses and polish them into strengths. You always see the best in them, despite the many instances where you would’ve been well within your right to not. Instead of letting them drag you down, you brought them up, lifting them into the pedestal that was your love. You support them wholeheartedly, in their dreams, passions and pursuits. Never once do you listen to the whispers of others, the ones that call them no-good, tactless mischief makers who would only bring you trouble - instead you’re the one who defends them, who is more than ready to defend them in a blink of an eye.

They know that you’re too good for them, that their reputation is rightfully deserved but please continue to indulge them. Like you are now, with your blissfully sleeping body sandwiched between them, happily snug inside both of their embraces, let them continue to worship you, to covet you like the beloved Majesty you are. Let them continue to hear the words you sleepily whispered to them before you sailed away into the silver mist of your dreams.

“I love you boys”

A card soldier lives to serve his queen so please continue to choose them. They’ll be sure to spend every breath in this life and the next, swearing their hearts, bodies and souls to you in eternal servitude.

“What do you see in them?” A Pomefiore first year asks you as the two boys are once again being scolded by a teacher for unruly behaviour during class.

You gaze lovingly at your boyfriends, the two that you know without question would stand by your side - the ones that have always stood by your side, since the very beginning - and all you can see is their courage, their loyalty, the fact that no matter how scared you become in this strange, magical new world you know that you have no reason to fear anything if you have those two.

The only possible answer you can give to your classmate is, “my future.”

How was I to know?

It's a crazy thing

I showed you my hand

And you still let me win

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #ace x reader x deuce #adeuyuu #adeuceyuu #fem reader

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kadextra · 7 months

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I have thoughts about q!Bad taking the soul vulture outside earlier because that really surprised me

He was sitting, depressed on the church roof talking about missing his kids in full view with it leashed by his side. Just numbly monologuing and barely acknowledging it was there as it continually kept on attacking him. He made no moves to stop what was happening, then just put it back in the box.

First of all. why????????

Like I can see no world where this was a rational decision???? Dapper kept these creatures under extremely tight security underground for a reason, because if the Federation/Code found out what they were capable of it could spell the end for everyone. In their journal, Dapper wrote about a time when one did accidentally escape outside, and she panicked and ran all over the server trying to contain it… now we have Sadboyhalo here choosing to take one out in public, attached to himself. Any islander could’ve walked by at any moment and saw him, put two and two together that this is the thing that’s been hurting him, the Federation could’ve seen it. this might literally be something that Dapper may consider a leak/betrayal too?

Maybe, q!Bad took it out to feel closer to his son on their birthday in some kind of twisted way, because it was the last thing they shared together? But then he easily could’ve gone to the actual secret soul vulture lab, right next to the sign she left and not take it outside??????? was it simply more self destructive behavior in a particularly bad moment? then why have it so risky in the open? idk guys it doesn’t make sense….maybe it’s not supposed to.

We’ve had the thought that he’s been using the soul vultures to continue Dapper’s research on the soul hearts / soul potions. Yeah I do think that he might be, but do I think that’s all? No. It has gone way too far for it to be just that anymore. I’ve been wondering this for a long time but today kinda proves it for me, I’m 100% sure that the soul vultures are playing as a symbolism for q!Bad’s mental state at the same time as causing a physical plot effect on the character. it’s the self-destructive behavior, the drastic actions he is willing to take, his pov of being expendable

At first, they reflected his torn up grieving mind and he’d go down to the cage on purpose to hurt himself. The damage started to leave lasting impact on his body with the blue corruption that’s gotten worse and worse, along with his mental health. Then he released a vulture in the cage to torture Ron, showing how far he was willing to go in crossing the line. Now, post-psychotic breakdown he brings the vulture out in public, which directly precedes what? him suddenly opening his house to the public for everyone on the server to come celebrate Dapper’s birthday party, where they got front row seats to the delusions he’d only been doing in private. it was so weird from him because this man never invites people to his house like that.

What is he intending by doing all of this? is he intending anything? how much is all part of his big plans, and how much is driven by emotion or a lack of lucid decision-making? maybe this new behavior is because he thinks his delusions can no longer be contained in “safe places” like his home anymore (because are they even safe?) and so he’s not caring to show it. or maybe he wants people to pay more attention as a cry for help?

I really have no idea but everything is soooo obviously getting worse with him. and his friends might be seeing more of this from here on out

#qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp character analysis #this character makes me think so hard I swear steam is leaving my ears sometimes #tw self harm mention #text post

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suckishima · 4 months

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haikyuu chapter 281 "pitons" & expectations

basically i wanna talk about how furudate crafts a Moment

early in the chapter hinata rotates into the front row and the commentators remind us of how hinata is a known point getter for karasuno—an offensive asset for them. there's the air that anything can happen when hinata is in the front row, which is emphasized again by kindaichi commenting about how hinata just needs to do something

but the rotation moves quickly. the panels are cluttered and full of action with a lot going on—inarizaki is continually pulling out new tricks, even baiting karasuno into a reach-over violation. everything builds to feel fast paced and like karasuno is hanging on by a thread. and before we know it's a few pages later and hinata is already rotated into the back row. furudate takes the opportunity to acknowledge his position in the rotation again

and just like how being in the front row comes with the expectation that hinata will do something, the opposite is true when he's in the back row. the expectation is that he won't contribute much to the team effort—he's their offensive wildcard after all, and he can't be as effective as a decoy in the back. so furudate has set the audience up not to expect much from him this rally.

the expectation of action switches instead to tsukki, who we have seen make several quick and decisive reads so far this match. and he continues doing so, making two more impressive reads of the ball and jumping to meet them both times as well—something that both the commentators and kuroo in the audience point out.

he's on top of his game and furudate wants us to know it. everything is perfectly set up for him to block this spike from osamu. except, he's wrong. osamu doesn't spike it, he sets it to aran.

inarizaki's cunning style of play is at an all time high, and karasuno's player who is arguably the best at reading the ball fell into their trap. aran slams the ball out of frame and it seems like it's over for this rally

but then

we get this absolutely stunning full page spread of hinata perfectly receiving the ball.

amongst all the clutter and action furudate dedicates the entire page to these simple, clean, and elegantly detailed panels that feel like a breath of fresh air and hope as hinata is exactly where the team needs him to be.

hinata, who is arguably the worst on the team at making reads, read the play better than even tsukki did.

hinata, who the audience/reader had no expectation would do anything this rally—who is literally absent from every single page between the one where he rotates back and now.

he's been completely out of sight, out of mind for a page and a half, and now we're bombarded with these six cells depicting one action as hinata comes in and does what no one expected

but at the same time, it isn't unearned. hinata has spent months building up to this moment. practicing, studying, moving his body to match the path of the ball. furudate has been crafting the narrative to reach this moment for months and months, and that's what makes it so satisfying. we should know it's coming, everything has been leading to it, and yet furudate manages to keep us surprised when it does, by briefly focusing our attention elsewhere right before it happens

this is it, that page is the peak of hinata's major volleyball moment. but furudate doesn't end it there, they let us and the characters sit in it just a little bit longer

we've seen the height of the action of the receive itself, we get to be still and in awe with the characters, and then furudate emphasizes it again by telling us the importance of the receive

before we begin to transition away from the peak of the action and into the high of the emotional impact as kageyama looks up at the arc of the ball

and says "nice dig."

we finally get to see hinata's face and it confirms to the audience that yes, he felt it too. his teammates, the people watching back in miyagi, kageyama, hinata himself, and us as the reader, we all felt this moment together. we all earned it alongside him.

the months of buildup, the emphasis in this chapter of hinata's place in the rotation, then the misdirects of action—it all manipulates our expectations to be in the right mental state for the sudden harsh cut into slo motion as we get to float in the emotion along with everyone.

it's exceptionally well done.

and instead of letting it fade, furudate ends the chapter there, letting us all sit back and just soak in the catharsis

#i came back from the holidays read a single chapter and my brain immediately exploded lmao #hinata #coach what should i eat #hq #hq meta #2021 reread #the impact for me this time was also probably helped by the fact that i didnt realize which chapter i was reading at first lol #i was on the page where osamu sets to aran and i went 'WAIT omg is this pitons???' saw that you couldnt see the ball hit the floor #after his spike and went 👀👀👀 to then click next page and scream lmao #x #long post

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future-boi · 6 months

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Doctober 2023 prompt #29: 2023

Warning: Long post

I dragged my bestie to go see the Broadway musical version of bttf earlier this year. IT WAS WONDERFUL. 💝💝💝

We watched it back in August, so my memory isn't the clearest and I'll probably forget something, but this is a long enough post as is.

SPOILERS FOR THE MUSICAL BELOW

I mean, its just the movie but in musical format, but they add things here and there that surprised me, so if u like to be surprised... there's your warning

My friend and I sat in the middle of Row F (highlighted in green above). We wanted to be close, but not super close to have to look up at a weird angle. It was crazy to be so close AND SUPER WORTH IT. When the actors look out into the audience you can really feel like they're looking at you (from their POV they prolly dont see anything because the lights) its a really cool experience! 🤩🤩

OK SO MY FAVORITE LINE FROM THE MUSICAL THAT HAD ME ROLLING BECAUSE IT WAS SO UNEXPECTED WAS: "Is this what they call 'white trash'???" I won't spoil the full context bUT HE WAS REFERRING TO MARTY AT THAT MOMENT.

The Earth Angel scene made me love and appreciate the scene in the movie, and the song EVEN MORE THAN I ALREADY DID. THEY EVEN BROUGHT OUT THE BUBBLES AND IT WAS A WHOLE VIBE (yet another reason why I was grateful we sat in the front). They nailed the execution of the scene, people were cheering and everything during the kiss. Even I got hyped, whereas before, when I was just watching the movie, I was like 'aight.'

The atmosphere in the theater hit different frfr. When Marty and Doc reunited at the end and hugged, I let out a little, "Yay!!" They had such good chemistry on stage, my favorite moments of them were when one of them would say something crazy and then the other would go, "What?" And then the other would go, "What??" And confusion ensues.

AND THEN, AS IF UNEXPECTED STUFF DIDN'T ALREADY HAPPEN, THE MOST UNEXPECTED THING HAPPENED AT THE END. THE DELOREAN FLEW.

IT FLEW.

INTO THE CROWD.

RIGHT ABOVE US.

AND THAT MADE IT SUPER WORTH IT TO SIT CLOSE TO THE FRONT. I wonder what it looked like from the balcony though...

Can we just take a moment to appreciate Hugh Coles??? He single-handedly made me appreciate the character of George after seeing his performance.

Look at this mad lad, he got all the photos of Crispin Glover on his mirror 😱😱😱 manifested this man frfr

He's one yarn ball away from an 'I'm crazy' wall

The SASS

Man said 🚶‍♂️💅 AND IM HERE FOR IT

Ok, last pic, the matching pose 🤩💘

FR HE NAILED THE CHARACTER PERFORMANCE, IT WAS INSANE. You really gotta see it to believe it. mf from west end too so imagine my surprise when I heard him in an interview with an accent ☠️☠️☠️

Literally me throughout the whole musical:

I knew I was going to like the musical, but what I listed out here is basically the reason why I LOVED the musical. I love surprises so that's a big part of it as well.

Fave song: Used to be 'Put Your Mind To It' then it was 'It Works' but I think I settled on 'Something About That Boy' I just love duets and overlapping lines in songs. [But we all know the best song is Cake 💅]

TL,DR: The bestie and I went to see bttf the musical. i am a changed man... and now im here 🙃

#doctober 2023 #back to the future #bttf #bttf the musical #back to the future the musical #casey likes #hugh coles

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sacredstarcatcher · 1 year

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Cruel Summer - Part 5

Jake & Sam x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, angst, Hozier, voyeurism, unprotected sex.

Happy Monday everyone. :) My ask box is open for thoughts/questions/concerns/inspiration as this series continues!

When you finally make your way to the wedding, the two of you arrive 17 minutes early exactly despite the late start. You explain the importance of being early to weddings to Jake while you walk at a quick pace towards the venue. He trails behind at a normal speed, taking in his surroundings of the gardens from behind his sunglasses.

As you enter, there are two rows of open chairs near the middle of the ceremony venue, so you decide to sit at the end of the back row and save the rest of the spots for his brothers and Danny.

The two of you get comfortable, casually commenting on the decor and watching guests enter, when you feel Jake place a warm hand on your bare thigh where it’s exposed from the slit of the dress. You can’t help but look down in confusion, then back up at his handsome side profile. It was extremely out of character for him to show any kind of PDA, but before you can get a word out to question it, Josh, Danny, Sammy, and his girlfriend walk in.

You turn politely over your shoulder to greet them all with a wave as they come and sit in the row in front of you. Nausea and dread fill your gut as Sammy’s eyes dart to Jake’s hand on your leg, but he quickly and casually averts his gaze, pulling his date under his arm and guiding her to her seat. He’s dressed in a red suit, the cuffs and accents a contrasting black to the sanguine velvet of his jacket and pants. You feel sick watching them together after what happened between you two. You’re not sure if it’s jealousy or guilt, but either way, you’d rather be anywhere else.

As if to torture you, his date turns around to exchange pleasantries with Jake and Josh. Sam turns slightly, listening, observing. Your stare has to be burning holes into him as you literally cannot pull your eyes off of his bright red ensemble. It’s too bad he’s either unaware or ignoring you all the while. You’re not trying to flaunt Jake in front of him, but you’re almost positive that’s how he’s taken the public display of affection.

Throughout the ceremony, it feels like all you can do is watch Sam and his girlfriend interact. You notice a few things throughout the duration. The first and foremost being that she obviously doesn’t want to be here.

The second being the way they’re avoiding each other. At one point she reaches for his arm, but he remains still and doesn’t reciprocate. He doesn’t seem to act like the Sam you’ve come to know. A twinge of guilt passes through you- he’s been more physical with you lately than he seems to be with his own girlfriend.

The third is that he’s still sad, and that breaks your heart straight down the middle.

The ceremony ends and you all make your way to cocktail hour. It moves along mostly pain-free, as you stand at a high-top table with Jake and catch up about his recent time away in New York. You keep your back to the rest of the group, trying to keep from staring at the trainwreck that is Sam and his date.

The reception is in a beautiful, ornate, dimly lit room. The wedding’s dark colors and bluesy atmosphere feel like home to you. You think back to the evening you met Jake, joining him and Josh at that small table in the back of your Nashville dive. He seems to have the same thought as the band plays a familiar tune and he reaches for your hand, asking you to dance. It feels so nostalgic that you can’t say anything but yes.

You take his hand and follow him out onto the dance floor, gliding into his embrace as he rocks back and forth with you, his left hand in your right, his other arm around your waist.

“You really do look absolutely stunning tonight,” he compliments, and you blush under his gaze.

“Thank you. You look devilishly handsome, as usual.” You push a piece of his long hair behind his ear. “But how can you see in this dark ass room with your sunglasses on?”

“All I need to see is right in front of me,” he flirts, and you roll your eyes at the over-the-top flattery. You fall into comfortable silence for a while until the mix of your hurt feelings over seeing Sam and the three glasses of champagne make you feel braver than you have in a while. It’s you that disturbs the quiet first.

“Jake. What are we doing?”

In his typical Jake fashion, he’s cool, calm, and collected despite the loaded question you just lobbed at him. “Dancing, love.”

“You know what I mean!” You can’t help but let your head fall back and groan at his smartassery. “How long am I going to be the girl that doesn’t get to spend the night?” You know you sound a little worked up, but it’s only because it’s taken you the last 2.5 months to gain the courage to ask. And you’re under the influence at a wedding, where romantic tension between everyone who isn’t married or even dating is high, so that’s not helping.

“As long as you want to be.” His answer is short and simple as he lifts his arm and spins you underneath like a ballerina; like it’s all some sort of joke to him.

“And what happens when I’ve had enough?” you prod, tilting your head, honestly questioning him as he pulls you back into his sturdy embrace.

“Then I guess you can stay the night. However, you should know I snore like a freight train.” You’re at the point where you’re not finding it funny anymore.

“Not literally, Jake. You know what I mean.” You’re a little more tense now as the two of you continue swaying to the wedding band’s song.

“If you want an actual answer, you have to ask the actual question.” He’s still so unphased by it all that you can’t help but feel like you’re not going to like what you hear.

“Are you ever going to introduce me as more than your date? Will you ever hold my hand instead of walking behind me like you don’t know me?” The questions were incredibly heavy as they hung in the air above you both. “Will I ever be more than a convenient fuck for you?” you ask, this time your voice taking on a sad timbre. Jake seems to think for a moment before sighing and leveling with you.

“I’m not exactly interested in… settling down or committing to anything right now. And I have to be honest, I don’t know when I will be.” He’s genuine now, looking at your eyes over the stupid glasses on his face.

“We’re going to be touring for another few years. It just doesn’t make sense for me right now.” All you can do is accept, nodding gently. “But hey.” He crouches a bit to catch your downcast eyes. “It’s not about wanting to fuck other people. I’m not seeing anyone else. You’re free to explore your options if that’s something you’re looking to do. You know. Settle down. House and a dog and all that.” He smiles gently at you, continuing to rock you to the bluesy tune in the background. “But it’s not like that.”

“Well that’s… good to know,” you say with a sad smile as the song slows to an end.

“I have fun with you,” he says, as if it’s a consolation. The kiss he presses to your lips is met with almost no enthusiasm. You politely break from him to head to the table and get your drink.

As you’re walking to your seat, you spot Sam and his date bickering in the corner. It’s like a trainwreck you can’t look away from as they tensely converse while the rest of the reception moves around them. Eventually the storms off, and when his gaze finds yours it feels like time is frozen. You look at him and hope he can feel the heaviness in your gaze. I wish things were different.

He stays where he is, running a hand through your hair. You’re still stuck standing behind your chair, not sure what to do with yourself. You feel magnetically drawn to him, but he asked for space, so you can’t will yourself to move from where you’re frozen. Your spiral is startled by an abrupt change in volume from the stage.

You turn to see Jake donning the wedding band’s guitar, the usual player making a beeline to the bar himself. Jake strums a few times, trying to get familiar with a guitar that’s not his own tried and true Gibson. A scan of the stage reveals the groom is at the mic dedicating the song to his bride. You smile up at the stage as the drummer clicks his sticks in a countoff.

“Jackie and Wilson,” you murmur after the first few notes.

Time is moving too fast as Sam walks to approach you. He offers his hand wordlessly and you accept, following him to the center of the dance floor.

You all but fall into Sam’s embrace, hands shaking, knees threatening to buckle. He pulls you in closer, but not too close, no matter how badly you wish you were pressed against him. It’s hard not to blush as he looks down at you, but you try to play it completely cool.

“Hi,” you say casually as he takes your hand in his.

“Hi,” he answers, his boyish voice reverberating in your heart. “You look lovely.” The tension is already palpable 30 seconds into your interaction.

“You look very handsome yourself,” answer with dignity, squeezing his hand once quickly. He lets out a chuckle as his other hand finds your lower back.

“How much champagne have you had?” he chides jokingly, subtly turning you around so your back is to Jake. That, however, has moved you directly into his date’s line of sight as she’s dancing with Josh on the other side of the room. You offer a kind smile her way and she returns it, her firetruck red lips pursed together as if it’s ingenuine. The potential guilt you should be feeling is squashed as you look away and back into Sam’s eyes, seeing his mood improve for the first time tonight.

“You liquor drinkers left your toasting glasses unattended. What else was I supposed to do?” You decide it’s safer to avoid the subject of his crumbling relationship or your accidental kiss and continue the small talk.

“It only takes three glasses of champagne for you to find me handsome,” he says, puffing out his chest with pride. “I think that’s pretty good.” Your eyes are bleary from the alcohol as you look up at his stupid, smug, kissable face and remember the way his lips feel against yours. It’s truly taking everything in you not to pull him in by the lapels of his jacket and kiss him until he can’t see straight.

“I think you know that’s not true,” you flirt, your attempt at ignoring the situation falling flat.

You’re briefly nervous that you’ve offended him, crossing the line he drew between you again, but then you see his heartstopping smile, his eyes crinkling at the edges, his slightly imperfect teeth shining for the first time that night. He doesn’t respond, and he doesn’t have to. All he does is pull you closer; close enough that you can’t keep staring into his eyes that feel so much like home, but everything feels right again once he starts singing along with the band.

“She’s gonna save me, call me baby, run her hands through my hair. She’ll know me crazy, soothe me daily, better yet she wouldn’t care.”

He lets go of your hand and encourages you to spin under his arm. You step out, keeping your fingers linked with his as you turn. He pulls you back in and you continue swaying with him as he sings.

“You okay?” he asks, sensing your inner turmoil. You sigh and look up at the ceiling, letting out a defeated laugh.

“I’m not. But I will be.” His thumb absentmindedly moves back and forth where his hand rests on your back, gently consoling you as much as he probably can. A few beats of silence pass before he decides to address the elephant in the room.

“If he’s not treating you right, you should break things off,” he says, giving you a spoonful of hypocritical advice you didn’t ask for.

“Says the one who was just publicly arguing with his girlfriend in the middle of a wedding reception?” you laugh, rolling your eyes. “I feel like you’re not really in a position to give me relationship advice as of late.”

He gives a slight laugh at that, nodding in agreement. It’s quiet between the two of you for a moment as the song plays on.

“Listen. I know we’re supposed to regret what happened the other day. But I don’t.” You’re drunk on champagne and Sam and now there’s no turning back from what you just said.

He begins to answer but you place a finger to his lips, giving him a tipsy shush. “Don’t. We don’t have to talk about it. But I just… I just need you to know. I didn’t kiss you because I was lonely or bored or confused. I did it because I like spending time with someone who cares about me and the things I do. You made me realize what I want and I can’t be mad at you for not reciprocating my feelings, because you still helped me.” You sigh, feeling the incredible weight lifted off your shoulders. “I’m sorry. But please don’t say anything. I can’t take being rejected by two of you in one night. I just wanted you to know.”

He glares down at you, humorous disbelief all over his face.

“I can’t say anything?” he asks with a knowing lilt to his voice, and you shake your head with a smirk. It’s then that the song slows to an end sooner than you would have liked. You all clap for Jake as he gives a wave of thanks and hands the guitar to its rightful owner.

“Okay,” he says, as if he’s got something to tell you, but you think the second blow to your self esteem mixed with the bubbly would send you home early in a fit of tears. You let go of his hand and turn to watch as Jake comes down off the stage, approaching his younger brother and giving him a hearty slap on the back.

“Hope you were nice to my girl,” Jake says, pulling you close by the waist and kissing you on the cheek. Sam nods with a polite smile.

“Always am,” he responds under his breath, but you’re already pulling out of Jake’s grasp, still left feeling sour after your discussion earlier.

“Not your girl,” you say, giving Jake a poke in the chest before walking off towards the bar to finally get yourself a drink.

-oOo-

The formal dinner ends and the afterparty begins, the smaller group of close friends (and those with the stamina to party harder somehow) moving into the saloon-esque basement of the impressive venue. The lights are dim, the liquor is flowing, and there’s a pool table. As usual, you see the four boys readying themselves for a few games. You, instead, take a trip to the bar and have a chat with the bride, complimenting her stunning dress from earlier and the one she’s in now. By the end of the conversation, she’s ordering you both tequila shots.

Feeling warm and happy and a little too drunk to be the DD, you decide to order an ice water and make your way back to the pool table, standing by to watch them play. You look around and notice that Sam’s girlfriend is nowhere to be found.

Eventually Jake beats Sam at pool, letting out a macho grunt of celebration before pulling you in for a big kiss. The alcohol in your brain mixed with your conflicting feelings for both him and his brother have left you touch starved and in need of attention. You find yourself hungrily accepting his full lips and savoring the taste of his tongue in front of the entire room, tangling your hands in his hair. After a few seconds, you stop yourself from melting into him and come back to earth, pulling away nervously. You take a second to scrutinize his face, making sure he is who you think he is. Your vision clears before blurring again and you confirm.

He pulls you closer to him by the waist as he yells over your shoulder at someone else, joking loudly. His scarred forearm is around you, his talented hand splayed across your back. You scan the room over your shoulder with drunken eyes and can’t help but catch Sam’s. He’s lounging in a tacky, floral high back chair with his long legs stretched out over one arm. His sanpaku eyes lazily make their way from your face down your body to where Jake’s hand rests and below. He drags them back up to yours and wiggles his fingers lazily in a hidden wave, giving a sneaky smile. You roll your eyes, turning around and clinging to Jake, resting your head on his shoulder, hoping it makes Sam even just the slightest bit jealous.

You boldly bury your head in Jake’s neck, biting and sucking gently just once at the skin right above his collarbone. It elicits a heavy exhale from him, and you can hear in his too-loud words being sent across the room that it’s tripped him up. He moves to swiftly end the conversation and cups your cheek, pulling your glazed eyes to look at him.

“Have you been drinking tequila, miss?” he chides quietly, a knowing smirk on his face. You blush and give a small, mischievous smile while he holds your face in his hands.

“Maybe.” You nuzzle against his hand and it earns you a chuckle from him, eating up the attention.

You can’t even bring yourself to look at what Sam may be up to until Jake pulls you into his lap, sitting on one of the leather sofas in the saloon across from his brother.

He’s still sitting where you saw him last, his eyebrows raised, clearly thrown off by your behavior. You bat your eyelashes innocently at him, almost remorseful that he’s not the one driving you to such depravity.

Jake shifts underneath you as he chats with the groom sitting nearby, discussing some album you’ve probably never listened to in excruciating detail. You take an opportunity to wiggle a bit in his grasp and he hugs you closer.

Then things get a little more interesting, because at the sight of Jake’s hands on your body, drunk Sam’s interest is piqued. He watches with hazy, drunken eyes, his gaze unwavering. Jake’s warm hand slides down to your thigh, grabbing tightly past the slit of your dress.

Feeling bold and drunk, you make a show of shifting your hips in Jake’s lap with a slow, sensual roll as you pull your hair over your shoulder to expose your skin to him. Behind you, Jake is just as (if not more) intoxicated, careless and handsy, completely unbothered by the others that are around.

You hold direct eye contact with Sam as Jake starts to place soft, wet kisses on the side of your neck. Your eyelids flutter but you maintain his gaze. Jake drags his hand up your thigh slowly, his fingertips grazing just high enough that your lips part slightly in surprise, and if it wasn’t so fucking loud in there, Sam might have heard the small moan you let out. You see him swallow thickly as his eyes finally move from yours and trail past your chest, down your torso to your hips and thighs, where just enough of your soft skin is exposed and in his older brother’s hand.

The thought of it makes you feel fuzzy. You can’t help but smirk when his eyes flick back up to meet yours, caught in the act. Turning your head, you capture Jake in a kiss. You can feel he’s watching closely, so you make a show of biting Jake’s lower lip. It pushes Jake just a hair too far, dragging a moan out of him before he breaks from the kiss.

“You’re going to ruin a pair of perfectly nice pants,” he whispers into your hair as he pulls you back to lean against his chest. You’re still stuck in a staring contest with Sam, who now has a pink tint to his cheeks. You nod gently at Jake as he continues to whisper some vulgar nonsense in your ear, your face flushed and lips swollen. You probably look like a ridiculous mess- your hair in loose curls, your makeup surely smudged, and your dress riding up.

Your eyes are narrowed at Sam as you grind down on Jake’s lap once more, searching for some kind of relief, staring as if he’s anything but useless all the way across the room. You furrow your brow in frustration as you squirm, knowing just what you need, Jake’s fingers drag along your inner thigh again before this time grazing the hem of your panties, and your breath hitches. Sam quickly looks down to Jake’s hands, then back up at your face. He has an almost sinful smirk on his lips as he gives an upward nod, daring you to go further. You accept the challenge, shifting your left leg just enough to part your thighs and let him see up the skirt of your dress. His eyes immediately find your center and see the wet spot formed there before he looks up at your guilty, wanton face. Seconds after you lock eyes, the tension in the entire room snaps and Josh beats Danny at the game of pool they were apparently still playing.

The room is no longer moving in slow motion. Everyone jumps and looks up from what they were doing to cheer as Danny heads to the bar and Josh shouts of his victory. Everything is moving so much faster than before that you’re taken off guard, disoriented, lost. Josh is handing Jake a shot over your shoulder. You take the hint to stand as Jake moves towards the bar, now unsure of where to go or what to do, so you head into the bathroom, realizing you’re sobering up and need to get yourself together.

You take a moment to splash some water on your face to combat the heat between your legs. Once you’re back outside, you see that Jake and Josh are now battling each other. You take in the sight before you, Jake absolutely shitfaced and attempting to play pool against his twin, and have to laugh. You scan the room for Sam, but he’s nowhere to be found. As if he could read your mind, you feel a warm hand on your lower back. The two of you are hidden away in a dark corner of the room, so you whip around to see him.

“Nice show you put on back there,” he says at a normal volume. You give him the most genuine puzzled look you can muster.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sammy.” You shoot a look over your shoulder keeping an eye on what’s happening at the party, but when you turn back to Sam, he grabs you by the wrist and starts down the hallway at a speed you struggle to keep up with. You hurry to pick up your dress, trying not to trip in your heels.

“Where are we going?!” you yell with a laugh, but he shushes you, still pulling you along. Your shoes are so loud on the hard floor as you clamber after him you’re sure someone can hear you.

“Sam!” you whisper-shout, and he stops short in front of the unmarked door you’re passing. When he tries the handle, it’s unlocked. He opens it and flips on the light, bathing the room in warm light. You take in your surroundings as he pulls you inside and shuts the door behind you, locking it. There’s a chaise lounge and a few half finished bottles of champagne scattered around the room. A look to the opposite corner tells you you’re in the bridal suite- there’s her gown hanging over the mirror on a hanger bent into her new last name.

“What are we-” you begin to ask, but you’re cut off as Sam pulls you against him, his lips crashing into yours. You let out a throaty moan, finally getting to taste him again. God, how you missed him.

“Sam, wait,” you whine, gently pushing at his shoulders. He breaks from the kiss but carries on, kissing and sucking at your neck, his hands wandering to palm your ass over your dress.

“What about- oh!” You’re silenced again by a love bite, his tongue sweeping out to soothe your skin immediately.

“I ended things,” he says against your skin, and you pull his face up to look at you.

“Are you serious?” you ask, and he nods once, a devilish grin on his face.

“As a heart attack,” he quips before he guides you to the chaise. “Now get on your back.” You scurry to the seat as he shrugs off his red blazer, adjusting your gown so it’s covering your legs.

“Why so shy now?” he asks, approaching and lifting the chiffon from where it’s covering you. His eyes make their way up your legs before he swoops in between them, leaning in close to whisper in your ear.

“I tried to tell you, stubborn girl.” His mouth is so warm on your chest as he kisses and sucks on every bit of skin accessible to him. You’re sure this is a dream. You’re certain that you fell and hit your head on the dance floor and this is a concussion induced hallucination.

“I didn’t know,” you say quietly as he sits up on his heels to slip off your panties.

“Maybe if you would have listened, I wouldn’t have had to watch you give my fucking brother a lap dance, huh?” he says, the Sammy you know shining through with a quiet laugh. You bite your lip, shaking your head while you watch him undo his black belt, his red pants falling to reveal he’s in black briefs, straining against them.

You’re silent for a moment as your eyes register what you’re looking at. He’s got a smug smile on his face, his eyelids heavy with lust as he looks between your face and your exposed core.

“I wanna know exactly what you’re thinking,” he says, an arrogant tone in his voice. You shake your head, reaching for him.

“Tell me. I wanna hear you say it.” He pulls the briefs down and comes down to kiss you, placing two gentle kisses on your cheeks as he strokes himself beneath you. “Bigger, right?”

You try to hide your smile from him as he looks down at you, but it’s proving to be incredibly difficult. “Sam, please,” you whine, covering your face in embarrassment, needing him inside you.

“Nice,” he says with pride in an unbelievable display of youngest sibling energy. You finally feel him against you and buck your hips, more than ready for him to get on with it now that the contest is over.

“I guess I don’t have to worry about foreplay,” he begins, running himself between your folds. “Seems like you’re nice and wet after letting my brother finger you in front of the entire fucking after party.” You wish you had it in you to respond with something bratty, but he’s pushing into you before your brain has a chance to formulate a sentence. The delicious feeling of him leaves you speechless, your mouth agape.

“Nothing to say?” he says, bottoming out inside you. He’s right. No words come out of you. What does come out however is an absolutely vulgar moan as you stare at where your bodies are meeting. Your hand finds the back of his neck to pull him down to you for a kiss, your tongue finding his, desperate to taste every inch of him, starting here.

“That’s what I thought,” he grunts out through gritted teeth. He sets a hypnotizing pace, just slow enough to make sure you feel every inch of him inside you. His impressive size has cleared every thought from your brain as he grazes the sweetest spot inside you with every thrust; as if he was made for you. You’d be lying if you said you’d ever felt anything like him before.

Sam pushes up onto his knees, the angle he’s thrusting at now making you see stars. His hands find your shins and push your legs back into you, spreading them further, knowing exactly what the delicious curve of his body is doing to you. You begin to unravel, your hips desperately bucking to meet him, needing more of him.

“Should I let you cum? Or should I send you home with your whiskey dick boyfriend, all wound up with no relief?” You weren’t sure if he was serious or not, but regardless you weren’t ready to risk it.

“He’s not my fucking boyfriend,” you cry out in frustration, your voice cracking. “Please Sammy make me cum. Please.” He chuckles at your desperation, gracing you with the delight of his thumb to sweep across your clit, making light work of your orgasm. You’re so close, you hold tight to his wrist, praying he won’t pull away. “I’m so close,” you whisper, your body tensing up, back arching. You want to cry when he slows his pace just the slightest bit.

“You’re not gonna go home and fuck my brother are you?” There are tears threatening in your water line as you look up at him, begging him for mercy with your mascara smudged eyes.

“No, no no no. I promise Sammy. Please,” you beg, your nails leaving half moons on the delicate skin of his forearm. He hums in satisfaction, more than pleased with your desperate response.

“C’mon then,” he says, the cockiness back and dripping from his every pore. His smug attitude is just enough to send you over the edge, squeezing and gushing around him. He leans down to give you a delicious taste of his lips again, his pace slowing in an attempt not to stop your heart, or at least you think. He slows to a stop, his lips still against yours, so sweet you don’t want to taste anything else ever again, so long as you both shall live. You’re heartbroken when he breaks away, pulling out of you and whispering against your lips, “On your knees, sweetheart.”

You follow his instructions immediately, gently getting to your knees, your gown pooling around you. Watching through your long lashes as he strokes himself, you can’t help but open your mouth and present your tongue to him. Sam lets out a low groan at the sight, his brows creasing together and lips parting so beautifully you think there’s no possible way he’s real. But he is, and he’s yours, and you swallow up every drop he gives you as if it will never be enough.

After he quickly tucks himself back into his pants, he offers his palm to help you up. You smile sheepishly at him as he kisses the back of your hand before pulling you in. He holds your head tight against his chest, resting his own on top of it.

“I wanted to do it right, you know. Buy you flowers, make you dinner, ask you to go steady. All the things you deserve.”

You laugh, nuzzling against him. “You like me? I thought this was a rebound.”

He groans at your antics, placing a firm kiss to the crown of your head. Comfortable silence falls over the two of you as he holds you tight.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth. I didn’t really know what to do. It’s not every fucking day you fall for your bother’s girlfriend while you’re searching for reasons to break up with your own.”

“Not my boyfriend,” you add in, mumbling against his chest.

“Alright, come on.” He releases you, leaning over to pick up his suit jacket from the chair where it was thrown. You take the opportunity to fix your hair and wipe your eyes, not looking nearly as good as you did at the beginning of the night, but still good enough that nobody will be able to tell what just transpired. The two of you walk down the hall hand in hand and prepare to enter the afterparty undetected.

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Part 6

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manofthepipis · 6 months

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In a hypothetical scenario where Spamton could physically (and was mentally ready to) talk about his puppetification with all the horrors it entailed…what aspects would he discuss?

Also those post-its drawings are so gooood what the hell

Ooo so i've thought about this question a lot, like rolling the possibilities in my brain, and it makes for some rlly angsty convos that aren't meant to be but great in a hypothetical.

First, so i write ol spammy boy's puppetification due to my own hcs about how it all went down. like after he looked into the Brightest Spotlight Ever™️, he begs to his phone pal to show him more about the world above him. But in the attempt to do so, his benefactor ends up breaking him. This is when the physical glitches start and with each glitch, he becomes more and more of a literal puppet until the transformation is complete. I'd think these glitches were attempts to "fix" his programming, (maybe make him more sentient in the light world? wouldn't that be cool) but the phone guy just took more of spamton's control away from him. I believe spamton agreed to this, not knowing the consequences, but in his mind, providing more control to the guy on the phone was his ticket to becoming [bigger and better]. He was thinking that this was his way to get to that pretty light he saw in the shadow crystal, but nope, poor dude was let down and fell due to his own hubris. This preludes their connection being totally lost.

Over time, seeing less and less of himself and anticipating that feeling of the loss of self with every emerging error until it just embeds itself into his character... it's a dark theme and i love to mess with it lol. Computer body horror is just top tier

I think he'd reach out to Swatch first, as they were a front-row witness to his downfall, and he couldn't answer any question or concern they had about what was going on. He'd clear things up, detail what happened and how it wasn't him making these changes, it was his top investor. The glitches don't do any further permanent damage, they're just an after-effect now, but it's enough to make Swatch, and those around spamton, want to help him out with it. Like, Swatch was left horribly confused as to why spamton lost his marbles so abruptly and decided to latch onto neo, but this would provide an explanation rather than just give spamton an excuse for what he did.

He'd be glad to tell the addisons. Give em a good ol extra punch of guilt. While they were moping and writhing in their jealousy, thinking that spamton had it all and more, spamton was actually going through becoming a living jigsaw cosplay. After all the panic of reliving it, it'd be like him to start rlly guilting them with a smile on his face, rlly rubbing salt in the wound until it got too much.

that's my take on it at least! Honestly I can't decide if he'd talk about the implications of their existence with other darkners, but instead with us/Kris. I mean, it'd be hilarious af if he just dropped the identity of the knight and all those other mysteries, but if he did i'm 98% sure we'd just see him as unreliable and keep theorizing lmao

#also tysm!! :D work gets to be a bore sometimes so doodling keeps my creativity stimulated when i need a writing break as well #spamton consumes all my doodling attention hehe #he's just so much fun #asks #fanfic #srry about the essay here anon but it's genuinely a hc i've wanted to talk about for a long long time #and spamton can't talk about it and no one else knows so i haven't had the opportunity #the addisons were right to think that the puppet thing came from the glitching- after connecting the dots with how he turns into neo #and oof ow when they ask him about it in the future...#well i shan't spoil

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judewillem · 9 months

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i found a notes app draft written up of all my thoughts abt being on-stage for a little life and thought it was worth sharing here:

- food on the stage smelled SO good

- dettol, on the other hand. did not. and there was so much of it before the start of act two.

- i kept getting distracted by the lone black olive on the stage that wasn’t cleaned up after jb’s outburst

- i couldn’t help but think “his ass is NOT reading” every time willem sat down to read a manuscript

- that being said, willem’s arm obstructed my view of what jude did to himself at the end of act one and if you’ve seen the show, you’ll know this was a merciful view obstruction

- had to stop myself from laughing during the scene where willem kept hitting the sofa cushion bc every time he hit it, our seats in the front row kept vibrating

- THAT scene between jude and caleb was even worse on-stage because all the action happened very close to the back of the stage and i was just sitting there like ☹️

- probably one of the worst things about being onstage was being aware that the whole audience can see ur face which made certain scenes (caleb, dr traylor, everything after willem’s death) really difficult because i could not control my facial expressions. sat there looking either like a deer in headlights (literally at one stage) or like i’m abt to burst into tears

- also speaking of the ending, it was even more difficult bc the lighting onstage was VERY revealing and i was so aware the audience could see me

- you can really see the little subtleties of their performances- jude and harold were particular standouts but they were all amazing

- one little moment i loved was seeing malcolm mouth “be careful” when a group of them were carrying jude over to the hospital bed at the end of act one (although it could’ve been out of character to make sure none of them dropped their costar lmao)

- seeing those little moments was esp fun before the play started and they're just milling around and chatting (one moment i loved was when jude changed the music from contemporary to classical, willem noticed and changed it back and teased him abt it)

#a little life #its been like two weeks since i saw it but i wrote up all of this when i got back to my hotel room that night #anyways 10/10 experience i would go back and get traumatised again if it was running for longer #honestly the only real negative was that you aren't able to see jb's paintings #like there are a few parts that the cast is facing away from you but for the most part you don't miss that much #txt

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lattenha · 2 years

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hell shell — Y. KEEHO

your best friend is tiktok famous and convinces you to do a video with him. ft. tiktoker!keeho (p1harmony) x fem!reader genre! fluff, implied feelings between friends w/c! 2841

it’s no surprise to you that your best friend managed to blow up on tiktok overnight and has since then created a platform for himself on the silly app. with a whooping 564k followers and an abundant of consistent views that go for 600k to 1 million, you almost envy the public attention and popularity he so easily gained from posting one lip syncing video that wasn’t meant to be taken seriously in the first place.

at first it was a lame take at a joke, something to poke and prod at all the cis heterosexual corny males that do that lazy arm swing with their phones high above them to get the illusion of a facebook mom angle, while they flash their corniest smiles and barely move their lips to match the lyrics of the audio.

using what he’s learned from the algorithm on his ‘for you page,’ and doing enough retakes that the seven second song eventually engraved itself in your brain, you watched from your best friend’s bed with a judgmental look; cringing due to the second hand embarrassment of each redo.

keeho would laugh hysterically at every attempt, discard what he recorded, and do everything all over again. this repeated for about the twentieth time into the night until you decided to step in and snap at him to “just post what you fucking have already you dork!”

this would definitely be the last time you ever want to hear ball w/o you by 21 savage.

since then you’ve followed keeho throughout every tiktok video of him from behind the scenes with a front row seat either on his bed or out of view within proximity whenever he had his phone out to record. you would scoff, shaking your head and resuming your own leisurely activity of scrolling through instagram.

whenever his videos would pop up on your ‘for you’ page you never missed the opportunity to expose him in the comments to purposefully embarrass or call him out, cackling to yourself at the attention from his followers who usually replied to your comment with an “LMAO,” “HAHAHAH,” a keyboard smash of some sort, or the skeleton emoji.

“can you not expose me like that.” keeho whined, the dimly lit screen of his phone illuminating his face.

the two of you were watching a movie in his living room with a half eaten bowl of popcorn nestled in your lap. keeho’s attention toward the tv was long gone but you were adamant about actually wanting to watch the film. some cheesy romcom you picked since nothing else from netflix’s catalogue piqued your interest.

the movie followed the stereotypical best friends to lovers trope between the main characters. as per usual, both the guy and girl were in denial of their feelings for each other, scared to risk several years of being close friends that they’ve known each other only to possibly ruin it because they fell in love for the other person in their friendship.

it’s so cliche and corny that it makes you want to barf up the popcorn sitting in your stomach, along with the homemade wonton soup you made for dinner with keeho, and the melona bar you inhaled right after for dessert.

deep down you wish you could experience what the two leads in the movie have and are only shitting on the thought of best friends becoming lovers because you want something (cute and corny) like that to happen to you.

think about it. why spend another lifetime trying to get to know someone else and waste money on failed dates with a person you’re not even compatible with, when you literally have a friend sitting right next to you who knows all your embarrassing secrets; seen your childhood photos and family album; comforted you when you were at your lowest; took you to prom as their “date” even when there were a ton of other girls dying to go with him; and caught you standing in his room with just your bra and underwear on because he didn’t think to knock first before entering.

you sighed defeatedly. if only.

you came over because he invited you in the first place claiming that he was bored and alone by himself. he explained on the phone that his older sister, anna, was out with friends at some “fancy event or whatever” (keeho’s words not yours) and his younger brother was upstairs hiding in the room playing video games “or something.” with keeho’s parents constantly out of town due to work he hardly saw them as much as he’d like to.

lately it’s been like that. keeho beckoning you to his place and each time you would comply. it’s not like you had anything better to do anyways, and when it comes to your best friend, you’re down for anything. whether it’s a midday facetime call or a 10 P.M text at night, you somehow always find yourself with your two feet standing at his front door accepting his invitation to hang out.

even if that means he abandons his original plans to watch tiktoks (more like rewatch his own tiktoks and gawk at how “hot” he is).

the movie eventually came to an end with the long run of extended credits on screen. you let out an obnoxious yawn and stretched your arms above your head. you turned to observe keeho who was still entranced with his phone, no longer on tiktok and instead skipping through people’s stories on instagram with the quick tapping of his thumb.

“so, are we actually gonna do anything or am i just here for my health.” you nudged keeho’s thigh with your foot and he was quick to react by whacking your shin. “ow!” you kicked him harder this time and he shrieked at the pain, rubbing the sore area with scrunched eyebrows.

“what the heeeck, y/n. that shit hurt,” keeho whined once more. you simply scoffed at his behavior in the past two hours, arms folding over themselves as they rest against your chest in disappointment. “i know something we can do. there’s a tiktok—”

“no! absolutely no tiktoks i don’t wanna be in any of your thirst trap videos you do for clout.”

keeho’s bottom lip jutted out and you quirked an eyebrow at how (soft and cute) ridiculously stupid he looked pouting at you. “it’s not another one of my ‘thirst traps.’” his fingers doing air quotes when he said the word ‘thirst traps.’ such bullshit. he knew what he was doing each time he posted. he’s just too shameful to admit the truth because his ego is bigger than his pea sized brain.

you huffed, willing to hear him out when you let out a tiresome: “what is it?”

the silver headed boy pulled up a tiktok trend that was hot amongst couples a year ago, doing the little hip bouncing movement on beat to a sped up version of hell shell by young nudy. you knew of this, of course, because you remember cursing every happy couple in your head that would appear on ‘for you’ page. no matter how many of them you blocked, no matter how many times you pressed “i’m not interested,” tiktok would not get the hint that you despised seeing people in their own lovey dovey relationships.

the audio circulated on tiktok recently when people decided to bring it back expressing how distraught they felt that they have yet to do the dance with “someone’s son” or “daughter.”

“are you serious right now?” you craned your neck to look at keeho, breath hitching in the back of your throat unaware that his face was so close to yours. you quickly shot your eyes back to his phone and watched the tiktok replay for the ninth time as a nervous sweat ran through your body.

“c’mon it’ll be fun!” your best friend padded across the living room and propped his phone on a flat surface high enough to get a full body shot of you two in frame together.

you stood next to him awkwardly, your shoulders hunched forward just a little given your poor posture. staring at the reflection of yourself on screen you internally cringed at your appearance. you didn’t look as effortlessly great as the other pretty girls on tiktok do when they perform the bare minimum. it’s a wonder how blessed they were with the perfect genetics.

your eyes dawned on the sweatpants sitting at your waist and the random halter top you grabbed from your closet before leaving the house in a rush. your hair was tied in a high ponytail with loose strands that fell to the sides of your temples in a messy “i just woke up” type of way and not in a “i naturally look this cute” type of way.

off to your side standing merely five inches apart from you was your best friend. his fingers combed through his bleached locks, pushing back the strands of hair that fell in front of his eyes. you couldn’t help but to notice that silver on him enhanced his features and drew attention to his chiseled facial structure. high cheekbones, prominent jawline, sharp eyes, handsome nose, and the prettiest pair of plumped lips that put women who use fillers to shame. he worse the most basic outfit: an oversized hoodie and shorts that sit below mid thigh.

you stared [in awe] slightly fixated. never in a million years or in another universe would you think to find yourself checking out keeho, someone you’ve known since middle school and shared half of your life with so far.

who knew that the little boy that was once a troublemaker would grow up into a handsome young male. his only downside and biggest red flag being that he makes tiktoks for his 600k fanbase of followers. aside from that, you can’t help but to admit that keeho is actually a great person both above and beyond the surface.

he’s humble, kind, generous, a little snarky and sarcastic from time to time but you’re just the same, if not, worse than he is. it’s how you guys get along in the first place because no one else is capable of tolerating his sassiness and blunt attitude.

he was your shoulder to cry on whenever a guy would ghost you for no good reason or friend zone you without giving you the chance to prove your worth as a potential romantic candidate. he was there to soothe your tears when you had a nasty breakup with your ex almost a year ago. crying bloody murder on the phone when you instinctively called him right after the whole shit show went down. it was terrible, to say the least, a distant dark memory you wish never to bring out of its file cabinet you buried in the deepest pit of your mind. keeho understood the assignment and whenever a friend of yours or someone outside of your social circle tried to pry the details out of you, he would shoot daggers and shake his head disapprovingly of their nosey antics, to which they would back off and quickly shut up.

he was there to mourn the death of your family pet, haku, when he passed away after 16 years of a beautiful life with the best owners and loving household that gave him everything. as a little something to remember your memories of the yappy shih tzu he edited a one minute compilation of videos and photos you had with haku. that day you cried harder than you ever did over a boy (and missed the sight of keeho’s wavering lips when he held you in his arms while you sobbed into his shirt).

you’re grateful for keeho, an understatement that speaks volume for itself. although you don’t explicitly vocalize your appreciation for him you hope that seven years of friendship is sufficient enough to do all the talking.

“okay, ready? you spin around so your back is facing the camera and then we start doing the dance.”

you nod, heat rising to your cheeks when keeho starts the timer as you watch it count down from three to one. camera-shy eating at your confidence once you hear the music playing. you’re incredibly stiff and, not to mention, really fucking awkward trying to sway your hips to stay align with the beat.

when the song ends after what feels like a century over the span of six seconds, keeho belts out a screechy laugh at your guys’ first attempt of filming the dance. he scolds you for looking robotic and gets you to practice a couple of rounds to the music playing on repeat before he records.

“here,” he approaches you from behind while his hands naturally latch onto either side of your waist. you gasp under your breath and stare doe-eyed at the phone in front of you. “like this.” keeho breathes, guiding your hips and counting aloud the beat to help you match the rhythm of the tempo.

“i-i think i got it now, t-thanks…”

keeho’s grasp burns your skin through the material of your sweatpants. when his eyes trail your figure to the location of where his hands are he promptly retreats to his original position on your right side, not without clearing his throat as a beat of silence dawns on you both. his touch lingers and it sends goosebumps throughout your arms. you rub at your skin hoping to rid of the biological reaction your body has in response to what just happened five seconds ago.

“you cold?” keeho asks. his cheeks are dusted with the faintest shade of crimson red.

“oh— i’m fine! just felt a little chilly for a second.”

you tug at the hem of your top, secretly wishing you had worn something more comfortable with full coverage like a hoodie or a sweater. but no, you just had to pick what you thought might capture keeho’s gaze. what the fuck were you thinking—

“okay i’m gonna hit record.” your best friend announces, cutting you off of your internal mini meltdown.

once more the timer counts down.

3, 2, 1.

you throw up a peace sign at the camera scrunching your nose and adjusting your loose ponytail that’s slowly falling down from the height on your head. keeho nods approvingly at your drastic improvement, giving you a boost of confidence and encouragement you were missing in the first take. he grabs your hand, holding it in the air, when you spin on your heel to turn your back toward the phone just as he instructed you. with your fingers intwined, he gives you a reassuring squeeze gesturing that you’re doing way better than before.

you chant keeho’s counts in your head like a mantra singed into your memory. one-two, one-two, one-two, left, right, left-right.

it takes you a couple of seconds to register that it’s finally over when keeho gently drops your hold from his and grabs his phone to watch the replay. you peer over his arm and giggle at how ridiculous you look versus keeho who’s a natural at this sort of stuff.

“that’s the best you’ll get out of me so you might as well just post that.” you plop onto the couch and sigh heavily with a sheepish smile. maybe seven seconds of fame for being in a tiktok with keeho will give you the opportunity of a piggy back ride for free clout.

keeho jumps onto the empty space next to you on the cushions and leans his 5’10 figure on you, barely being able to support his weight given the four inches he’s holding above your head.

“posted it! that went better than i thought it would, to be honest. especially you, little miss stiff-and-awkward.” he poked at your leg teasingly and dodged the pillow you sent flying at his face.

“yeah, yeah. let’s hope none of your followers start roasting me or something.”

subconsciously your fingers tangle themselves in keeho’s hair as you comb from the roots to the tips. humming softly in content to himself, keeho switches apps to the camera and quickly takes a blurry selfie with your face cropped out, willing to risk the high dive off the edge of a cliff when he posts an eyeful of a lengthy rant on his private account about how much he (loves) is thankful for his best friend and other half.

the following morning you woke up to a spam of text messages from none other than keeho himself. it was 11:23 A.M and he sent those texts two hours ago when you were still asleep. it’s the weekend for fucks sake, why is he awake so early.

you rolled over in bed to lay on your stomach, rubbing your hand against your face, and blinking away at the sleep still evident in your eyes. you read through each keyboard smash until he was able to coherently put together a proper sentence in english.

[yoon steph (curry)] Y/N!!!

[yoon steph (curry)] OUR TIKTOK BLEW UP LMAOOAAOAO

[yoon steph (curry)] LOOK (Attachment: 1 image)

[yoon steph (curry)] everyone loves you bruh

[yoon steph (curry)] i’m gonna start forcing you to do more tiktoks with me 😈😈

you sighed. what the hell did you get yourself into.

#yoon keeho #keeho x reader #keeho imagines #keeho scenarios #p1harmony imagines #keeho fluff #keeho #p1harmony #p1harmony scenarios #keeho fanfic #cgi-aenergy

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hoodoo12 · 1 year

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Dec 16th show

This show was the last I'll see till closing night, which I am lucky enough to be able to go to. Is lucky the right word? Shouldn't it be heart-breaking or something? idk

It has been nice to be able to have seen the show a few times, because I pick up new things each time. I don't mean that a lot in the show has changed, but because I familiar with it I'm not hyper-focused on the "action" of the scene and can watch the secondary actors on the stage. I feel like I saw a lot more of the individual clones during TBS, and of course I watched Elliott a little more. (Okay, a lot more, lol)

Dana Steingold was Lydia. She did an excellent job of navigating all of Lydia's emotions, instead of having just one overwhelm the nuance of the character.

Notes from show:

Alex wore a plain white shirt for several of the numbers. But not all of them (TBS, for example). I don't understand why.

Alex mocked my laughter at one point (after 'gay republican'), copying it before going to the next line.

The kid he picked for sad puppet show was right behind us (over our left shoulder). We overheard the family talking before it the show and the kid had never seen it before. His mom had to answer for him because he Alex terrified him mute (the kid was 10, for christ's sake). Alex could def see how uncomfortable the kid was because he crouched down to stare him directly in the eye and shouted, "YOUR PARENTS HAVE MADE A HUGE MISTAKE BRINGING YOU HERE", which only scared the kid more.

During his Katherine Hepburn speech, he pretended to be her down on all fours like they were going to screw doggy style.

During FoTL when David suggests, "act like a baby" Alex says, "What the shit is wrong with you?" and now that's my new favorite line.

Alex fumbled for "Brigadoon". He said, "I know my name is on the marquis, but you'll have to watch a new show. The Maitlands," and then stood there for a moment too long, gestured to them again for more time/effect before finally coming up with the line. The person with me thought since he couldn't remember the word he'd just finish with, " . . . the Maitlands. I'm out of here" and then "Yeah, I'm out of here. Fuck me, I guess" instead of "fuck Brigadoon."

Alex screwed up his mic during SMN. He went a little extra (more on that later) when he pulled back his wig to showcase the maggot brain, which messed it up. He repeatedly had to tap it/adjust it during the song to get it working correctly again. This is the second time I've seen that happen to him; it was pointed out that maybe I'm the common denominator when it stops working correctly . . .

Adam Dannheisser almost lost it when Leslie said "prostitution?" responding to his, "you're my employee and my lover" line. He had to take several moments to compose himself to not laugh. He did it though! Good job!

The guy Alex picked on as "that guy" was wearing a suit. The last time he addressed him, he added, "You got all dressed up tonight and got ROASTED." Pause for laughter. "Thanks for coming."

The guy sitting by me was INTO the show. Like leaning forward to laugh and shaking enough during it he rocked the seats.

The two kids (mid-teens) next to us were NOT into it. I don't know why their mom paid for front row seats for kids who didn't give a shit and who, during "Home", pulled out their phones to check their IG or Tiktok or whatever.

Maybe this is something everyone else was aware of, but the knees on his red suit are completely patched. Like his overcoat and the striped suit, they have these big stitches which I had never seen before. That whole suit looked a little more ratty to me than I remember it.

During COG when he and David swing each other over to stage right, Alex got some serious air. He was literally parallel to the ground (my companion pointed out after the show that I gasped, lol) so David must be gdamn strong to lift Alex like that.

Alex also made not one, not two, but three attempts to kiss David at stage right + made a grab at his crotch. Two of those things David was either not expecting or he's just a really excellent actor. It could be both.

Juno's leg skittered across the floor and almost fell into the pit, which I would have paid extra money to see because what the heck would they do??

Going back to "Alex being extra" . . . during intermission the person I was with was like, "What the hell? Why is he exhausting himself? Did you see? His make up is sliding off his face he's so sweaty and I've never seen him go so ham. This is Beetlejuice, not Alex."

She was genuinely concerned for him. Honestly, me too. He exuded more of a frenetic energy which, while appropriate for the character, was so much for so long the miasma of it hung in the air. Maybe he's just giving his all because the show is closing in 3 weeks. idk But with flu, COVID, and RSV also floating around, I hope he doesn't overstress his immune system so he can close the show out.

#Beetlejuice #beetlejuice broaway #musical beetlejuice #Alex Brightman #Alex brighman appreciation

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plantedwrites · 2 years

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F K J Fluff prompts for Piers, please?

Here you are, my dear! I had a lot of fun coming up with these ideas so I hope you enjoy it :)

Character- Piers

Type- Fluff

Word count- 607

F- Fight

I was tired—both mentally and physically. Once again, to the shock of literally no one, Piers had jeopardized his health. “All I’m asking is that you think about your wellbeing for once in your life,” I huffed and squeezed my nose, exasperated by the same argument. Rolling his eyes and pulling his long locks into a messy bun atop his head, Piers released a frustrated sigh, “s’not a big deal, I’m fine.” After charging so far down this hole he dug into, only one person made him see reason, Marnie. Gently grabbing his hand, I led him to the couch, “If you were to get sick now, your body wouldn’t be able to take it due to exhaustion and malnutrition,” I said, “ What would Marnie do if she lost you?” I knew it was a killing blow, but he needed to see reason for her sake. Then, he slumped against the couch fully, all remaining fumes of energy leaving his body. “She’d have you,” he murmured, pulling me close, “If anything happened to me, I know without a doubt she’d have you to look out for her.” Signing, I snuggled closer, “You need to slow down and take care of yourself, Piers; we both need you.”

K- Kiss

The crowd was buzzing with excitement and anticipation. You could almost feel the electricity linking everyone together. Because of how packed the stadium was, forcing your way to the stage was reasonably tricky. It wasn’t until you spotted the familiar and obnoxious voice of one favourite Team Yell member that you knew you made it to the right spot. In a matter of seconds, he had spotted you in the crowd and helped to hoist you over the bars separating general admission from front row spectators, ruffling your hair the moment he set you down. Moments later, the lights dimmed, smoke filled the stage and the familiar stance of the dark-type gym leader and the man you loved shuffled onto the stage, the band in tow. You could see his eyes rapidly scanning the crowd as he called out to the concertgoers in the crowd. He was searching for something, someone specific, it appeared. Grinning to yourself, you called out to him already knowing he was searching for you, and you only. Eager eyes met yours, and the corner of his mouth twitched into a grin. Throwing a kiss your way, the crowd cheered louder.

J- Jealousy

It wasn’t often that you and Piers travelled to Hammerlock. The city was too loud and too bright for both of you. Raihan insisted that everyone get together for lunch, claiming he missed everyone when we all knew he secretly wanted a new photo to post on his pokegram. Under normal circumstances, I’d consider Raihan attractive, I mean, anyone could see that, but my heart belonged to a quiet musician with zigzazoon hair. It didn’t take long for people to break into smaller groups to catch up, and I soon found myself chatting with Raihan across the room alone. “Y’know,” he purred, leaning closer to me, “Piers has been eyeing you up this whole time. How’d you like to rile him up with me?” Intrigued with his words, I played along, “And why would I want to do that?” “Because we both know that jealous sex is great sex. I’d be doing you a favour.” Glancing at my boyfriend, I saw slight hints that he was riled up. Crossed arms and glaring, tunning out whatever poor Milo was happily chatting about. Sending a subtle nod to Raihan, I let him know that this game of his was gonna be fun.

#pokemon masterlist #pokemon smut #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokemon piers #piers imagine #piers imagines #piers smut #piers x reader

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leportraitducadavre · 2 years

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Neji vs. Kidomaru

After reading and re-reading the chapters focused on the Hyüga prodigy against the archer of the Sound Four, I decided to dedicate this battle an entire post, not so much because of Kidomaru, but because of Neji who, by the age of thirteen, is both an excellent strategist and fighter. I've been reading lately a lot of mistreatment towards his character either direct or indirect (as when specific portions of the fandom downgrade/diminish his capacities to compare him to very canonically mediocre ninjas), so I wanted to give him some appreciation.

We start in Chapter 192: In there, Kidomaru trapped Shikamaru, Kiba, and Naruto's clone. Shikamaru's plan was to distract Kidomaru in order for Neji to attack him but the man traps him as well and imprisons him in a cocoon. Naruto, whose clone has been destroyed, jumps from behind Kidomaru and punches him, but he's fast enough to incapacitate the Jinchüriki.

While this is happening, Neji analyzes Kidomaru’s technique with his Byakugan and realizes that the webs are a mix of spit and chakra that keeps circulating even after he releases them. Therefore before Kidomaru could attack his teammates with Kumonenkin (x), he releases them -as the Gentle Fist’s technique specializes in cutting/stopping chakra flow (x):

The Hyuuga combine their x-ray vision with their ability to see chakra, allowing them to see the chakra pathways within the human body. This served as the foundation of their Gentle Fist as they inject their chakra into the enemy’s pathways that are entwined with their internal organs to damage them in ways they can’t defend against. Those with higher than average visual acuity – naturally or trained – can even see the 361 chakra points which release chakra from the body which can then be targeted to disrupt the enemy’s chakra flow. Viewing the chakra pathways directly means that they can literally see the enemy generate chakra, transform it into a technique and channel it through their body, allowing them to react to an attack before it is actually unleashed.

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I’ve already reiterated what the Gentle Fist’s techniques consist of, but let’s make sure we have all the information about Kidomaru’s techniques that he has displayed thus far:

Spider Web Flower (Kumo Souka) Ninjutsu, Hiden, Supplementary, Close to mid-range User(s): Kidoumaru Countless clinging nets capture his prey! A special adhesive net released from Kidoumaru’s mouth. These nets, created with chakra, stick to their prey and do not let go. The nets themselves are very small, but can be created in a split second, so raising the rate of capture by spitting out several in a row is possible. It is also useful against multiple enemies.

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Spider Web Unrolling (Kumosoukai) Ninjutsu, Hiden, Supplementary, Close to mid-range User(s): Kidoumaru A net that blossoms and covers all — enveloping its prey in one fell swoop!! A web that captures and contains all enemies attacking from the front. The sticky and elastic threads are so strong that even an elephant pulling each end would not break them. The enemy is crucified, unable to budge a muscle, let alone fight back. Once captured, their fate is in the hands of Kidoumaru.

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I've said it before, but again, Kidomaru traps Neji in his Spider Cocoon (Kumo Mayu), which is:

These are the first three techniques we see him use and the one that traps Shikamaru’s team. Neji, by analyzing Kidomaru's technique, decides to use the Gentle fist Technique to break Kidomaru’s chakra connection with his spider webs, making them fragile enough to cut, and liberates the entire team before Kidomaru attacks Naruto:

Not only was he able to discern a counter-attack to Kidomaru’s technique but he also freed himself and both Kiba and Shikamaru in the short time span Kidomaru was distracted by Naruto.

In order to understand the speed at which Neji moved, let’s look at this:

Neji is able to activate his Byakugan and intercept Kidomaru’s projectiles before they reach his teammates -Kidomaru’s technique is Kumo Souka, which as shown before can be created in a split second even against multiple targets -Neji activated his Doujutsu (without using any seals!) and intercepted the projectiles in a matter of seconds.

It's because Kidomaru understands Neji's strength and speed (he even calls him the strongest of the bunch) that he decides that the best course of action is to overwhelm him with a rapid succession of Kumo Souka (again, this technique is so fast that it allows Kidomaru to spit a huge amount of projectiles):

He successfully traps Neji and prevents him from using his arms because he knew about Hyüga's technique: He was warned. Orochimaru told him about the Gentle Fist and, in doing so, gave his pupil an advantage Neji doesn't have -as he's encountering Kidomaru's techniques for the first time.

Spider Sticky Gold (Kumo Nenkin) Ninjutsu, Hiden, Supplementary User(s): Kidoumaru Amazingly adaptable metal woven from inside his body! Peculiar and unbreakable spun gold! Kidoumaru uses this jutsu to harden the golden metal that releases like sweat. The weapons created from this process form the core of his style of fighting. This metal hardens like steel upon contact with air, so by chewing it in his mouth and changing its shape Kidoumaru can create weapons appropriate to each battle. It hardens the instant it appears! It can be easily shaped into even a sword or bow. The bizarrely shaped sticky gold becomes a devastating projectile weapon– Because it instantly hardens, direct attacks from a distance are possible.

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Kidomaru uses this attack to kill Neji, who is trapped by his web. However, such is Neji's control of his own chakra (Hakkeshou Kaiten, Eight Trigrams Palms Revolving Heaven) that he can release it from his body's Tenketsu -immediately breaking the spider webs and dodging the attack.

He's even able to attack Kidomaru with Gentle Fist Style 8 Trigrams 64 Palms with enough speed for Kidomaru not to be able to dodge as he gets blown out through a tree:

However, Kidomaru's technique is particularly complicated for a Byakugan user as his Kumonenkin (when hard) doesn't allow chakra to go through the barrier. As I've said, he didn't have time to avoid Neji's attack, so he produced a gold shield through his sweat glands to protect his energy flow system, hence making the Gentle Fist technique useless:

Regardless, Kidomaru is aware that attacking with any close-range Jutsu or keeping using the same techniques Neji already defeated would've pointless, so not only does he activates Orochimaru's Seal -he also summons Kyodaigumo for her to prevent Neji from using the 8 Trigrams Palm Rotation technique (x)

In order to perform the task asked by her summoner, Kyodaigumo spawns a big amount of baby spiders that rain down on Neji (Amagumo) to both slow him down and distract him from the actual attack.

Yet Neji is able to see, despite the multiple attacks he's facing, Kidomaru's Kumonenkin. He even decides to defend and attack using solely Taijutsu (Gentle Fist style) against the big amount of spiders.

His reaction speed is marvelous, he's able to dodge all the kunai Kidomaru throws his way but the ones that he throws in his blind spot!

He's able to keep dodging and successfully attacking the two other waves of Rain of Spiders (x) with two more kunai in his body before ultimately defeating Kyodaigumo with six kunai on his back (x).

Can we pause a little bit and understand that Neji is fighting without pausing: 1) The baby spiders Kyodaigumo throws at him. One by one. 2) The web they produce that reduce his movements. 3) Kidomaru's Kumonenkin (gold daggers)

All the while he's exhausted and wounded.

Furthermore,

Even while Kidomaru unknowingly (he finds out eventually, and targets that specific place later on) threw those attacks on Neji's blind spot, he reacted fast enough to avoid fatal blows.

In the Second Stage of his seal, Kidomaru has 100% striking accuracy with his bow -yet Neji, while injured, is able to dodge the attack! Kidomaru's arrow covers 50 meters in an instant:

And Neji dodges it -Kidomaru didn't miss, Neji sensed it with his chakra and deflected it.

Neji's blind spot.

In order to counteract Neji's movements (as when he runs his blindspot changes positions -not in the sense of moving through his body but him moving), Kidomaru uses chakra powered cord to change the course of the arrow.

So Neji decides that he won't run (and this panel breaks me):

And this is how far the arrow travels (pointing out Kidomaru's ability with long-ranged attacks):

Neji, while dying (he's canonically agonizing), uses the remaining of his chakra to invade Kidomaru's chakra-powered cord and strike him (severing his connection to the arrow). He hasn't immobilized him, he simply hurt him.

Now, and this is the real cake:

Neji (remember, he's without chakra and he's gravely injured) cuts the wire, runs through the forest, and reaches Kidomaru before the Sound-nin even reaches the ground; he literally covered this entire distance:

while Kidomaru was falling.

The sheer amount of speed he possesses even at his worst state (he uses no fancy jutsus to jump from one place to the other, he is simply running) is incredible.

And allow me to be petty: I can't believe some people compare and elevate his cousin's abilities in order to claim them to be on the same level (lucky him there wasn't a rock around to make him trip). He's superior at this stage, and I dare to say he's still superior to her at this age even after the War Arc; she's never even mentioned to be remotely good, least of all as good as Neji, whose prodigy status persists even after the time-skip.

The Main Family in its entirety (maybe less Hiashi), pales completely in comparison to him.

Neji's explanation of his strategy and why he was able to keep fighting after Kidomaru's attack. Now that's what I call a strategist.

Chapter 198 is the chapter where Neji canonically (and finally) lets go of his hatred towards the Hyuga Main Family (x), he even states that Naruto “saved him from darkness” (x) -which is not only letting go of a negative feeling such as ire but also transforms him into an obedient tool of both his uncle and his cousins. Here, Neji’s Arc comes resolutely to an end, narratively positive, revolutionarily negative.

I wonder if the feather is supposed to symbolize Neji’s wings? As in, him becoming free of “his cage”; or is a single feather a symbol of him plucking his wings -therefore, becoming trapped inside the cage?

Neji deserved more than he got.

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