#God he's such a garbage bag I hate that I love him

[a-sleepy-raven]

Hi! And welcome. :3 I have a request for you - can I ask for a fic where reader takes care of Leon when he's sick? Fluffy pls. :3 Thank you!

Hey there! Thank you so much for your request, I love writing stuff like this, though I have to say I'm a bit nervous about sharing my first RE fic. Hope you enjoy! <3

(established relationship, post RE4)

Baby, it'll be alright - Leon Kennedy x gn!reader (fluff)

When you come home, you’re surprised to find Leon curled up on the couch, fast asleep and buried beneath one, no, two blankets. There’s a half empty cup on the coffee table in front of him – chamomile, if you’re not mistaken. And as far as you know, Leon hates chamomile with a burning passion. He can’t even stand the smell of it. That, paired with the fact that he fell asleep in broad daylight, can only mean one thing: His health hasn’t gotten any better since you left the house this morning.

Well. At least, you’re prepared, you think to yourself as you set down the bags in your arms, careful not to make any noise because you don’t want to disturb Leon’s slumber. He has barely gotten any sleep last night, and you’re sure he must be absolutely exhausted.

As quietly as humanly possible, you start to unpack the groceries. Aside from a few essentials like coffee and toast, you have also stocked up on lemons, tissues, cough drops and lemons. (You also bought a tub of ice cream, but that one’s for you – your reward for taking care of your sick boyfriend who can be as stubborn as a mule, especially when it comes to his health. Wouldn’t be the first time that he insisted he was fine when, in fact, he was still feeling like garbage.)

A quiet groan that sounds like it’s coming from beneath that pile of blankets on the couch snaps you out of your thoughts, and you turn around, your gaze meeting Leon’s. He looks terrible. The dark circles under his tired, red rimmed eyes are a sharp contrast to the pale, sallow tone of his skin, and when he speaks, his voice is hoarse and raspy. “You’re back.”

“Yeah.” You make your way over to him, crouching down in front of the couch before you place your hand on his forehead. Beneath your palm, his skin feels burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. He’s definitely running a fever. “Damn, Leon.”

“What kind of greeting is that, honey?”

“Shut up. You sound like you’ve been chain-smoking for at least ten years.” 

He suppresses a cough. “You really know how to make someone feel better.”

“Sorry.” You brush your hand through his hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Horrible.”

“My poor baby,” you say and lean in to press a kiss to his cheek. “Do you want some tea? Or a glass of water? I also bought lemons – people say hot lemonade works wonders when you have a cold. I could make you some.”

“As long as it’s not chamomile, I really don’t care.”

“Hot lemonade it is, then.” You get up. “And in the meantime, you should gather your stuff,” you motion to the blankets and the pillows that definitely come from your bedroom, “and go back to bed. I don’t understand why you haven’t stayed there in the first place.”

“Yeah, well-“ Leon interrupts himself when he falls into yet another fit of coughing, forcing him to sit up. “God damnit,” he mumbles, then. His head hurts like hell, like it’s going to explode any second, and with every cough and every sneeze, it just seems to get worse. 

You rub his back. “Go to bed,” you order him, softly. “I’ll bring you some meds. And painkillers. You look like you need them.”

He sniffles. “Yeah. Thanks.”

* * * *

“Ta-da,” you say as you carefully set down the tray that’s loaded with two cups (one filled with hot lemonade you hope you haven’t messed up, the other with water), a bowl of ice cream (you don’t have the heart to not share it with Leon when he’s feeling so bad) and the meds you bought on your way back home from work. 

Leon sits up, relief written all over his face when you hand him the painkillers. A moment later, before you can even reach out for the glass of water, he has already swallowed one of the tiny pills. Then, he lets himself fall back into the pillows. “Thanks.”

“You survived Raccoon City and getting infected with some ancient parasite. Who would’ve guessed that a simple cold is all it takes to knock the famous Leon Kennedy flat out?” you tease as you sit down on the edge of the bed and reach out to caress his face. He catches your hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to each knuckle before he sinks back into the pillows because the world around him has started spinning. And he’s pretty sure it is not supposed to do that. Not like this, at least.

This goddamn cold. He can’t even say what annoys him more – the constant coughing, the terrible headache or the fact that all he wants to do is sleep. And although he knows that you don’t mind taking care of him, he can’t help but feel like a burden right now. You probably have a million other things to do, and yet, here you are, keeping him company and trying your best to nurse him back to health. If only he could find the right words to tell you how much he appreciates your efforts.

“Try to get some rest,” you say, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Sleep is the best medicine, after all.”

Leon hums in response. Sleep truly sounds like a wonderful idea.

“Do you want me to leave?”

He shakes his head. “Come here,” he mumbles, “please. Unless,” a coughing fit interrupts him before he can finish his sentence, and he takes a deep breath before continuing, “unless you’re afraid to pick up a cold, too.”

You let out an indignant huff. “You’ll need more than a few germs to scare me away, Leon. You should know that by now,” you say as you lie down next to him and make yourself comfortable. With a content sigh, Leon snuggles up to you and drapes his arm over your stomach. You kiss the top of his head. “Want me to cuddle you to sleep?”

“Hm… yeah.” 

A smile flashes over your face. That’s exactly the answer you have expected, and so you wrap your arms around him, carefully burying one of your hands in his hair while the other one traces invisible patterns on his back. “Sweet dreams, Leon.”

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#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fluff #resident evil x reader #resident evil fluff #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn!reader

[spro-o]

okay, so,,, i got back to reading 4kota, and i have so many thoughts of literally every nature

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR 4KOTA, NATURALLY!

okay so, allow me to rant a lil

bro why the actual fuck is Arthur just magical hitler now?? 😭 like hello???? it genuinely makes me really sad because he was such a sweet and likable character for most of 7ds and now he wants to create an ethnostate for humans only???? it just breaks my heart, man

SAME WITH JERICHO LIKE HELLO? QUEEN, YOURE BETTER THAN THIS. genuinely tho- nakaba try not to make all your characters pedos challenge (impossible). there are literally so many other ways in which Jericho could have ended up in a similar situation, but nakaba really just chose pedophilia? it couldve been something along the same lines just without the romantic attraction!! a family bond can be just as strong- and it couldve been something like her losing Lancelot or in some other way letting him down, and then thinking that he despises her and holds onto that grudge (which, judging his character it wouldve probably been a small spat that he got over) - but maybe Jericho didnt understand that, or wasnt ready to face him, expecting him to be livid - so she asked for an alternative reality where that didnt happen and they got along great as sister/brother or master/trainee. i wouldnt put Jericho past being so stubborn that she wouldnt believe when Lance would say that he forgave her, and then boom!! same set-up, just without the nasty pedophilia!!

ON THE NOTE OF WHICH- (theres so much of that garbage in nakaba's writing, fucks sake) - i genuinely hate the whole thing happening with Guinevere. the whole non-consensual kiss from a 12 year old to a 16 year old (ewwwww) is one thing, but then when Lance is reflecting on that interaction and he SMILES????

you have no idea how much this panel killed me to see. Lancelot youre better than this,,,, 4 years is not a big age difference when youre in your 30's, but when youre 16???? please,,,, cmon now,,,

speaking of whommmmm~~ ,,, I ADORE LANCELOT!! SO MUCH!! this is to be expected considering i love Ban, bUT- hes genuinely just such a cool and wonderful character that has some sense in him. i especially loved those panels where he was like jumping around to get himself hyped up cuz like!! Ban does that!!!! i love,,,,

elizabeth (looking gorge btw, i love that for her) is unfortunately reduced to an object of fondling yet again 😔 literally like the second panel that shes in and shes getting grabbed and groped by Meliodas?? it just feels mad disrespectful to her really deep character that she has such a minor role when you ignore her being sexualised by Mel (in reality nakaba, but i digest)

i love that panel where Anne tells Isolde about what chastity actually is hbghjnhbjh

I FEEL SO BAD FOR NASIENS WHEN PERCY IS ALL UP IN ANNES BOOBS. genuinely- the dropped bag, and all of he blushing that happened before it during their interactions,,,, that shit broke my heart, man

nakaba try not to draw teenagers naked challenge (impossible) (chapter 86 cover)

this is literally like the cutest fucking thing ever????? i want more calm, slice of life stuff for our skrunglies. they deserve a break

someone, please, stop all this shit going on with Guinevere (writing this while reading chp 87) – I really despise the fact that nakaba has to make like literally all of the relationships either look like they have a massive age gap (Ban and Elaine), or actually have a fucking criminal age gap (Mel and Ellie). it really is not that difficult to just write a relationship where there is a <2 year age gap, did you know that, nakaba?? crazy, I know (deadass, while I don’t ship them, it would at least be bearable if she was also like 15-16, just not 12 TT)

chion is such a fucking pain in the ass oh mah gahhhhhh

I love Gawain’s lesbian antics <3

At this point, though I love seeing the characters interact in more casua circumstances, id rather have more fight scenes than god awful, shoe-horned romances between any two characters of the opposite gender (exceptions being Nasiens and Gawain, my sillies <3)

okay,,, thats it for now, but do expect more at some point or another huiyuvghbijhb

#4kota spoilers #4kota #mokushiroku no yonkishi #nnt #rant #4kota manga #lancelot 4kota #tristan 4kota #percival #lancelot #guinevere #gawain #spoilers

[cherizzx]

Pretty girl

Tsubaki x Black Reader ( we a girly girl now!)

F/c= Favorite Color

f/ch= favorite character

s/s= shoe size

" She's a lovely girl, I wish she would see it though."

' Tsubaki, she honestly the prettiest girl I've ever seen! I mean look at how stunning she is! She has pretty hair, cute outfits, and she has the patience of God she's like Anna Hathway! But she never sees it...'

I think this as I boredly stare at the board, Steins trying to dissect some bird again and Maka trying to stop him? I dunno I just twirl my hair and daydream when Patty taps my shoulder.

" Hm? Oh, hey patty girl" I smiled at her.

"Hiiii! Me and Liz, Tsubaki, and Maka was thinking of going to the shops after classes today and I want YOU to come!" She's like honestly like a mind reader or somethings because, I was going to go to like the thrift or the shoe store because I literally have nothing to wear!

" Omg! I legit love you, I'll go! When we leaving" I open my phone and try to set alarm because Death knows I can't keep up with the time when I'm going somewhere. Patty sends me the time and where to me and we talk about random things like does Lord Death know how to do cartwheels, can aliens turn into objects, do animals try to put on clothes? Ok Soul looked at us weird when he heard me say I thought animal testing was animals rating products...

*After Classes, around 2:45 and We in our room in a choas*

" I SWEAR I HATE FASHION SOMETIMES!"

I scream into my pillows, like nothings ever goes right!? I have a denim skirt that I thrifted, and I wanted to pair that with this white halter top but, it dirty and I can't wear it again because I stupidly spilled like red sauce on it! Which is confusing because it's not ketchup so what is it? I dunno so, I try a pink long sleeve but nooo its hotter than ever and I have nothing else to pair it with!

As I flip through the piles and piles of clothes I get a knock on my door, my meister/weapon is out for a family trip, so I answered and there goes pretty girl.

" Hey reader! wanted to come over before our hangout to see you."

Tsubaki tender smile graced her lips, and I smiled back subconsciously. I let her in and I sigh sadly.

" Tsubaki help me pleaseeee, which shirt pink halter with dark denim or yellow thank top and light blue jeans?" I switch the shirts put and down so she can see, and she takes a moment to pick.

" Pink top, it matches the jewelry you have"

" You're a genius!" I squeal and run to change clothes, thank Death I had just my locs in two ponytails (or whatever style you wanna wear). A spritz of perfume or 50 spritz and a twirl in the mirror and I walk out with a strut.

" I look fabulous, I look like coquette icon who Lana Del Ray? I see only Reader Del Slay!" I cockily strut around the room while Tsubaki chuckles and acts like a fan girl.

" Omg! Its reader!? Omg sign my shirt!" We both giggle at that and I grab my keys and we walk out my dorm, its 10 minutes before we supposed to meet up Patty and them so we just walk around campus talking about what we've been up too.

" So, your saying BlackStar had to go to the school nurse because he...fell off a building trying what now?"

" It's honestly still confusing to me" Tsubaki sighs pitifully, and I giggle at that. We walk to the entrance of the DWMA and we see Patty, Liz, and Maka waving at us. We walked down and we headed to our first store; 'Deathly Good Looks' it's like a thrift store but, no granny clothes a lot of vintage items and a bunch of items from the late 80's to mid 2000's. We walk around trying on sunglasses, hats, and purses and I move onto the back of the store looking for anything pink or f/c and fav/ch, as I looked around, I see Tsubaki looking at this dress with wonder..

" Ouu! Thats so pretty, your gonna try it on?"

" Hm, you think I should? I don't know if it'll be as cute on me"

I don't know but when she said that I almost tackled her, WHAT DOES SHE MEAN!? She could pull off a garbage bag and I'll want to wear it!

" What do you mean!? You'll look like a 90's baddie with this! especially if you wear some brown sandals, shades, and have a cute hair style you'll look better than the girl who first owned it!"

Tsubaki blushes at that and I wished I paid more attention to that though; I push her towards the dressing room and tell her to try it on; she takes a few minutes and when she comes out, I couldn't help myself.

" GOOD GOOGGLY MOOGLY WHATS ALLAT BACK THERE!"

I didn't even to say it! But the dress said her body was teaaa and the way she just walked out like she ain't all of us up?? Who does she think is?

" So, it is pretty? I like it" She asks looking in the mirror.

" I'll bite you" I say intense, and she laughed, the girls came over and complemented the dress on her and she changed back; we paid for our items and headed to the shoe store, since the kishin was released we've all had no late-night curfews unless you had a mission or a kishin was around, so we headed to the shoe store quick.

At the store I think I was in heaven honestly from platforms, pumps, flats this store would be bankrupt without me like I'm single handily an unofficial official owner! We look around and I show Maka some sandals that would match this dress she wore to the death anniversary, I saw some Bebe slippers and I went to see what size they we're a perfect s/s! I put them in a mini basket they have and look for more shoes today wasn't that good a lot of sneakers which I should've got if the sandals weren't telling me to buy them! Liz and Patty had like 50 carts of shoes and Tsubaki had a few items, we paid for those items after telling the twins when are they going to wear 'stripper heels'? And we headed to a nice diner close to the school.

We ordered our food I got a tiny burger and fries (if tiny means a sonic burger with a side of large fries and a triple Oreo fudge milkshake then yea girl...tiny) and we sat down and talked and gossiped about the boys, what drama was around, and stuff we've been doing. As we talked and ate, I kept staring at Tsubaki...omg that's sounds so creepy I gotta fid away with words, or is it thoughts since I'm not speaking? I don't know point still stands! But she's so pretty it's hard not too! She caught me a few times and blushed this time I saw and it's so cute I wanna bite her but, that'll be weird.

When we were done, we headed back to the dorms and said our byes, me and Tsubaki headed to her dorm since we were only one level down.

" Hey.. so, a saw you staring at me at the diner, I just wanted to see if you was ok?" ...' I'm not a spy, I'm not smooth, how could she see me I thought my side-eye was perfect! Omg she probably thinks I'm creepy and is gonna hate me!' The thoughts ran quick through my head as I awkwardly smiled and chuckled.

"Oh that! oh it was um..."

" Was what you said at the shop earlier true? Am I pretty?"

I was confused until I thought back to my she's so pretty rant...If I said it out loud then she heard which means she think I like her and I do and she's like me back now we-

" Your speaking out loud again reader"

oH...That's amazing thank youu!

" Oh..act like you've never heard that I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable! bUT-"

" I like you too reader...a lot actually

" You saying i'm bad? Ok girl thank you!" I say now giggling and twirling my hair, see I knew I gotta all the girls like I'm Nick Cannon with this!

Tsubaki goes on to tell me she didn't think she was as pretty as I made her to but, it broke my poor heart because she so gorgues!

" Tsubaki girl, I can't lie good, nor I can't say if someone is ugly or beautiful because I have my flaws but you! Your like so pretty it hurts! I look at you and your aura and the way you act entranced me, the way you care for your friends all the time you're so tender it makes me blush anytime you have a concern over me! If you don't feel beautiful then I don't know what I am!"

Tsubaki stares at e during my rant with wide eyes and when I was done a tear fell down as she hugged me tight..

" Thank you..Thank you so thinking that reader..."

I hold her and tell it it's all true, we walk to her dorm and she stops.

' So, are we a thing now? It's fine if-"

" So we married now?" we said at the same time, we both laughed at that.

" So..we girlfriends?

" Yea! I guess so!" I said all giggly now, Tsubaki smiled at me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as a bye.

" Bye Sweets see you in class"

" Bye bye Prety girl!" I said walking away with a wave.

Pretty girl, My pretty girl

A.N: (I finished! OMG THIS THE CUTEST THING I'VE EVER THOUGHT OF! Like y'all don't know how Patty and her was my soul eater crushes before anyyyy one! But let me know if you like this and I can write more for her because she so bad!

#black reader #chubby reader #x black reader #soul eater x reader #soul eater #tsubaki nakatsukasa #patty thompson #liz thompson #girly reader

[alwaysteveswife]

Favorite Book | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Just Steve being the best boyfriend in the world and buying your favorite book so he can learn more about Y/N <3.

Warnings: Fluff, Y/N being the spitting image of an introverted extrovert lmao, Steve being a sweetheart.

Number of characters: 2,015

"You're so dirty" I grimaced as I saw all the garbage piled up in the jar.

"I'm not, it's where it belongs, in the trash" he laughed, shaking his head as he watched me take out the bag.

"You're still a dirty, filthy piggy" I shook my head, watching a clear bag fall to the floor. "Wait, what's this?" I bent down to pick it up. It had a price tag on it, quite expensive, by the way.

"It's junk" He came over to me, quickly, taking the bag from me. "Nothing important".

"Steve, that thing is shaped like a book" I stared at the bag intently. I could tell Steve was starting to get nervous. "You bought a book? Really?" I turned to his bookcase, which mostly had notebooks, trophies and the like.

"Leave it, Y/N, it's nothing," He stood in front of me. When he realized I was looking at him in surprise, he blushed.

"Oh my God, what's this about, do I know the book?" I tried to run him off, knowing deep down that it would be useless.

"It's not... you don't know it" he grabbed me by the waist, carrying me like a sack of potatoes.

I took that moment to look at his bookcase. Even though I was upside down, I could make out the cover above all others. I let out a scream loud enough to make Steve let go of me in concern.

"Steve! It's my book! My favorite!" I had a grin from ear to ear. I had pounced on it, just like a koala bear. Advantages of being eight inches shorter than your boyfriend. "Ithought you hated reading".

"I do" he curled his hand around my waist, smiling sheepishly. "But you talked about it in such a... beautiful way, and I thought I'd read to see why you liked it so much".

Happy was an understatement at the moment. Too short. I spread kisses all over Steve's face, listening to him moan with laughter.

"I swear, if we weren't teenagers, I'd marry you" This time I lingered a few seconds longer on his lips, sighing happily.

"You can save that idea for a few more years" he smiled, looking at me fondly.

God, I love this guy.

Masterlist

#stranger things #fanfic #steve harrington oneshot #stranger things au #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington drabble

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Hey! I was just wondering if you could do reader breaking their ankle at Volleyball practice with the Msby four?? You don't have to!! Just a random thing bc I broke my ankle doing a set wrong lol. Love ur Blog!!

-👹

I will be referring to you as Demon Senpai, because of the emoji you used and i adore Yaku.

I didn’t know if you wanted platonic, or something like my WWE fic, but I did this and I hope it’s okay, but I can do another one too.

The sickening crack echoed through the gym, most of the other MSBY players having cleared out by now. Sakusa’s head snapped over from where he stood at the bleachers chugging his water bottle down, praying to every god he’d ever heard of that it was Atsumu.

But the lack of whining replaced by a string of apologies being shouted in the familiar accent, followed by the two most hyper players screaming like someone had been murdered, told him what he already knew in his chest. His feet thudded the floor as he sprinted back to where you were curled up on yourself, clutching your calf in your hands as you looked horrified at your own ankle. He shoved Atsumu out of the way when the setter seemed determined to figure out the issue himself, Sakusa knelt at your side, “Y/N,” your eyes shot over to his, trying and failing to stifle the tears that built up, “I’m going to pick you up, okay, love? I need to carry you to the medic.” The pain you were in kept either of you from registering the pet name.

“No, Kiyoomi, I’m all sweaty. You just showered, you’ll hate getting sweat all over you again.” His heart clenched. He could see how much pain you were in, your ankle already swelling and turning an ugly purple color, but you were worried about his discomfort. It was why he loved you.

Without a word, he shifted his arms under your knees and around your torso, hoisting you into his chest, “Don’t worry about me, idiot. Let’s get you to a doctor.”

Atsumu felt like absolute garbage, ending his extra practice as soon as you’d gotten hurt. You were his friend, and he knew Sakusa- he shuddered. He didn’t want to think about whatever Sakusa was going to do to him in retaliation for hurting his “not-a-crush-because-I’m-an-adult” crush. The faux blonde paled when Hinata ran back in the room, announcing that your ankle was casted. He was debating on hiding when Bokuto followed Hinata into the gym, telling him that Sakusa was helping you back.

The gym was absolute chaos when you entered, arm hooked around Sakusa’s shoulders at his insistence when he realized you were determined to hop on one foot to get your stuff. Not because he wanted you to hold onto him, no you shook that thought from your head right away, no sense in getting your hopes up.

Sakusa helped you onto the bench, making you promise to stay put as he moved to the locker room to collect your gym bag. Atsumu almost felt like he could die on the spot when Sakusa glared at him as he passed- the blonde was pretty sure the spiker was who people had in mind when they said ‘if looks could kill’.

You barely had time to register there was someone in front of you before Bokuto and Hinata were jumping around, careful in a way they usually weren’t so they didn’t jostle your leg, “Guys, guys, I’m okay. Really. Just a minor break. I’ll be back on the court before you know it.”

“You absolutely will not.” You looked up at Sakusa’s glare, cringing a little to yourself. “The doctor told you at least three weeks with the cast, and another three of working the ankle before you set foot on the court again.”

You pouted, looking down at the mentioned cast and missing the way his eyes softened with sympathy and worry, “Can you guys at least sign this stupid thing? I hate it already. Looks so plain.”

Sakusa rolled his eyes, “Fine.” He stepped over to his own bag, pulling out a marker and handing it to Hinata first, who wrote his name larger than nicer with a doodle of a sun, and then Bokuto who drew an owl instead of writing his name at all. Sakusa signed next, writing a short message in his neat scrawl, ‘Just remember to smile.’ before signing his name.

“Atsumu!” You called to the blonde that hadn’t stepped foot near you since you got back, “Aren’t you going to sign it?” Sakusa made a noise of protest, not only because it was Atsumu’s need for extra practice that got you hurt, but because he hated witnessing how close the two of you were sometimes. The setter made his way over in a silence that wasn’t familiar with him, glancing at Sakusa after reading his message, before grabbing the marker with a smirk.

You felt your skin blaze when you saw what he’d written. ‘Just ask him out already’ with an arrow pointing to Sakusa’s name. You glared at your best friend, “You asshole. You said you wouldn’t say anything.”

“And I didn’t. Not a word left ma lips.”

“Say anything about what?” You closed your eyes, not wanting to face Sakusa and the rejection and loss of friendship you expected to follow.

“Ya can’t be that dumb with how much ya yell at me fer bein’ stupid, Omi-Omi. Y/N likes ya.” The setter smirked at you, “There, now I said something.”

You lunged at him, almost toppling to the floor when you only had one leg of support. The only thing that stopped you was the spiker’s hands catching your waist. “Do you?”

Unable to look him in the eye, you nodded, staring at the floor. “I’m sorry.”

You didn’t see it, but Sakusa rolled his eyes with a fond smile hidden behind his mask, “The only thing you should be sorry for is worrying me, idiot.” He helped you position your crutches as you stared at him dumbfounded, grabbing your bag with his and gesturing you toward the door.

“Where are we going?”

He glanced at you as the other players watched in shock, “Getting take out, then heading to my place for a movie. Ordinarily I’d take you out for our first date, but we’ll save that for after you heal.” You felt like your heart was going to explode when he winked, scrambling to catch up on your crutches.

Masterlist

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x male reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader

[devildomwriter]

Obey Me As Tumblr #15

Belphegor: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like “look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.”

Satan: Wow you are not ready to hear about trees

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Mammon: Hey guys I’m making French toast sticks in the oven. I’m gonna take a quick nap wake me up in five minutes so I can flip them over

Lucifer: Mammon, it’s been five minutes flip your sticks

Mammon: Snnnnzzz

Beelzebub: MAMMON YOUR STICKS

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Mammon: Why are shorts called shorts but pants aren’t called longs

Solomon: She wears short shorts I wear long longs

MC: She’s cheer cheerer and I’m on the sit sits

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Leviathan: The internet is for cowboys only

Www ? Stands for wild Wild West

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Mephistopheles: I have been sitting in this Burger King for four hours

Beelzebub: They don’t come to take your order you have to go to the counter

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Mammon: I wanna be a reverse tooth fairy where I rob people and then scatter human teeth on their bed

Solomon: A dentist

MC: I don’t know what your dentist is doing to you but I think you need to go to the police

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Leviathan: Beauty and the best but in reverse. I kiss the love of my life and she turns into a sick fucking monster and it’s awesome

Mammon: Shrek.

Leviathan: Never mind post cancelled.

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Solomon: 63 earths can fit inside Uranus

Mammon: One day I’ll be mature enough to read this without laughing

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Simeon: If you think about it maybe and maybe not means the same thing

Satan: What the fuck have you done

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MC: I fell in love with him the way ketchup falls out of a bottle. Slowly and then all at once.

Mammon: Oh my god you managed to one up John Green.

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MC: In the 7th grade I went to see a movie with a boy and in the middle of it he was like “do you wanna kiss” and I was like “excuse me” and he pulled a bag of Hershey’s kisses out of his coat

Asmodeus: DO YOU REALIZE WHAT A GOOD BACKUP PLAN THAT IS

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Diavolo: Why aren’t there friend pick up lines?

Pick up lines to make friends

Like: Hey that a cute dress, you know where it would look better? On nobody else because you’re a beautiful individual.”

Belphegor: Be my friend or I’ll set your family on fire

Michael: There are two types of people

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Solomon: Just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. It’s called garbage can not garbage cannot.

Leviathan: I have found my senior quote.

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Mammon: If no one comes from the future to stop you from doing it then how bad a decision can it really be?

Belphegor: #new life motto

MC: I think this will be my graduation quote

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Diavolo: Hey I’ve never had a nightmare before and kinda wanna know what they’re like, can you help me out?

Raphael: Sure! See you soon

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Mammon: I hate the term spinal fluid it conjures up horrible imagery in my mind

(Lightly taps a spigot I have attached to my spinal column) come get y’all juice

Dantalion: We’ve never met and I hope it stays that way

Mammon: This is the most powerful reply I’ve ever received

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Belphegor: I will kill you: basic threat; overused; lacks serious weight

Pee your pants: up-and-coming; respectable; unexpected

I will pee your pants: full of promise of grief and terror; absolutely devastating

Solomon: Your pants can’t wait for my pee

Mammon: And here we have it, the most terrifying sentence in the universe

#obey me shall we date #funny obey me #obey me as tumblr #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me solomon #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles #obey me thirteen

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The Librarian - Jake Kiszka | Chapter 10

a/n: it’s finally here!! the last chapter of this series 🥰 thank you to everyone who interacted and showed interest and love from the beginning. i absolutely loved writing this, and i plan on continuing writing for the universe! i am open to ideas/requests for standalone fics for this universe now :)

and a final thank you to @maud-gone and @streamingcolors-gvf for always listening to me fish and talk about this series, and even help me plan some things out. i couldn’t have done this without them 💕

warnings: allusions to sex, a couple steamy scenes (no smut), bad writing (?)

word count: ~ 4.4k

“Okay, we have the pizza, soda, chips and dip, and O Brother, Where Art Thou up and ready to play, is that everything?” Jake asks as you two plop down on the couch together.

“I think so. God, this pizza looks so good.”

Jake’s entire family was out of the house for the weekend, so he took this time to invite you over for a date night, and to sleep over with him. His parents went out of town on a little trip to another state, Sam was hanging out with Danny, as they were going camping starting Monday, and Josh was traveling around Michigan with some of his film friends working on a new project.

As Christmas was slowly approaching, the Kiszka’s had a Christmas tree up in the corner of the room, the tiny bulbs illuminating everything, along with the TV, and a single table lamp remained on, just so you weren’t in total darkness.

As you two dig into the pizza, you quietly chat about things in the movie, stating facts that you know from research or a memory when you first watched it. About halfway through, two pieces of pizza remained, and you were stuffed.

Jake pauses the movie to put the salsa and queso in the fridge, also sealing the bag of chips with a twist tie while you put the pizza in a ziplock bag and throw the box outside in the garbage, much to Jake’s dismay; he hated you going out in the cold, but you didn’t give him a chance to take over.

Once back inside, you cuddle up next to Jake, slightly shivering due to the chilly, winter weather settling in Frankenmuth. His arm falls around your body, running up and down your back.

“I know a way I can warm you up,” he cheekily whispers into your hair. Giggling, you raise your head to look at him and narrow your eyes in curiosity.

“Yeah? What’s that?” Jake tugs his bottom lip between his teeth and leans in closer, kissing you softly to begin with. However, when your hand tugs at his neck to press him harder to you, he takes the hint and deepens the kiss.

His hands land on your waist, lowering you to lay back on the couch. His lips work against yours, a small rut of his hips knocking into yours, eliciting a whimper from you, something you weren’t expecting. He smirks and licks into your mouth, releasing a soft moan as well.

Nothing has gone this far between the two of you before, but you weren’t entirely against it, especially since no one was in the house. Jake senses this as your legs circle his waist, his hard-on already beginning to nudge at your inner thigh, but unfortunately the sound of the door opening rips you two apart.

Jake flies to the other side of the couch, his face red and his breathing heavy, sweat collecting along his hairline. His eyes fall on the door and that’s when he sees Josh, kicking his shoes off and muttering something. You awkwardly fix your pullover as Josh finally sees you two and falls into the single armchair.

“Fucking plans fell through,” he grumbles, picking at a loose string in the armrest. “Planned on going to Detroit first but Mark said he didn’t make any reservations for any hotels we were planning on staying at. So I drove home because I wasn’t gonna deal with that shit, or stay in some dinky ass motel that’s extremely sketchy.”

“I’m sorry,” Jake mutters, brushing his hair out of his face. You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips, seeing him so worked up and flushed, along with being nervous and shy, like his usual self. His glasses were slightly fogged up due to the little encounter, and you found it a bit endearing.

He gulps, glancing over at you, not really knowing how to help his brother. He was still very much embarrassed about the fact that Josh walked in when he was planning on undressing you. Just as Jake is about to open his mouth to say something, Josh sighs heavily.

“Anyways, I’m sorry for interrupting your date, if you plan on fucking please keep it down, or tell me so that I don’t accidentally walk down here,” he says, grimacing at the thought alone. You feel your face heat up with embarrassment, just like Jake’s, as Josh disappears upstairs with his things.

“Um, is it okay if he joins us? I mean, I hate that his weekend was ruined, and uh…he’s my brother and everything,” Jake asks you.

“Yeah. But actually, is it okay if I go? I want him to know that I want him here too.”

“Okay,” he smiles, moving closer to kiss your cheek. Standing, you adjust your clothes a little better and head upstairs to Josh’s room.

With a soft kock, he opens the door seconds later, a small grin taking its place on his lips.

“Hi, um, you’re more than welcome to join us for the movie,” you tell him. “We’re halfway through, but we can restart it, or even watch a new one.”

“I’ll be alright, thank you, though. I don’t want to intrude on your date night.” He walks back into his room, leaving you standing in the doorway. Sighing softly, you step further into the room, taking notice of how different it is from Jake’s.

It was just as neat, with the exception of film equipment here and there, a couple piles of clothes, and the posters on his walls were more film related than just random. It smelled of cologne, a little less stronger than Jake’s, but it still smelled nice. His comforter, however, was strewn all over the place, and was plain red, compared to Jake’s navy blue that was very relaxing.

“I’m just gonna come out and say this, but can we work things through, Josh? Because I really do miss your company and your friendship, getting to talk about films nonstop and projects that we want to complete. I hate that you don’t like me because I chose your brother, but I want us to be friends, not just for the sake of Jake, but for us as well.”

Josh stops in his tracks, dropping the shirt he was holding onto his bed, preparing to change into it. He walks back over to you, keeping a reasonable distance.

“I don’t hate you, (Y/N). I could never bring myself to hate you. In fact I really like you, but I know it’s just something that I have to get over. I need time and it’ll be okay in the end. I know you’re happy with Jake, and that’s all I want. But I can’t pretend that it doesn’t pain me.” Every word is like a pin in your heart.

You felt so bad for Josh. You could tell this wasn’t something he was used to, usually getting his way with the girls he likes, and you can’t imagine losing someone you really like to a sibling, let alone a twin.

“Okay,” you whisper, not really knowing what else to say. He opens his arms to pull you in for a hug, and you happily oblige.

“I’m not upset with you, bug, I promise.” The little pet name sends a pang to your heart. “But I need some time to realize that you didn’t choose me.”

“I understand,” you somehow speak out, choking back a sob. With that, you walk out of his room, not looking back at him.

You had no idea why this hurt you so bad. But deep down, it hurt because you just wanted a friend, and Josh couldn’t see you as that right now. As you are heading for the stairs, Jake meets you, and you end up running into his body.

“Hey, what was taking so long?” You gaze into his beautiful brown eyes behind the thin frame of his glasses, and suddenly, everything feels okay.

His stare eases you a bit, but you still feel some sense of guilt and heartbreak. You crash into his chest, hugging him tightly to you.

“Shh, it’s alright,” he coos, realizing that you weren’t really okay anymore. “Why don’t we head back downstairs okay?”

So, you follow him, keeping his hand in yours for some ounce of comfort. Taking a seat on the couch, you curl back up into his arms, thankfully no tears making their way down your face just yet.

“Does he not want to join?” Jake finally asks. You shake your head against his shoulder, and finally sit up.

“No. I also…asked him if we could possibly go back to the way things were before…all of this, and he told me he needs time to get over me, so we can’t really be friends until he’s okay with the fact that I’m with you and not him.

“Fucking prick,” Jake grumbles under his breath.

“I just want a good friendship with him, not only because he’s your brother, but because I really enjoyed being friends before everything happened. I loved sitting and talking about film or watching movies together, and we haven’t had that for a while, and I miss it so much.”

“He’ll come around, I know he will,” Jake reassures you. “He’s just not used to getting his way, so he’s pouting.”

“Jacob,” you lightly scold him, making him chuckle.

“Everything will be okay, I promise, darling. And I’ll be here with you through everything.”

“Thank you, Jakey.”

“Anything for my love. So, do you wanna keep watching the movie?” He knew that continuing your actions from before Josh walked in was not an answer; he didn’t want to pressure you into that now when he saw how upset you were.

“No, not really. Can you just hold me?”

“Of course, love.”

You two situate yourselves on the couch in a more comfortable position, laying on the sectional so that you could easily cuddle up to him. He throws the blanket over your bodies and holds you close to him, his hand trailing up and down your back underneath your pullover to help ease your anxiety.

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After spending the weekend with Jake, he was back to work for the week, having taken Sunday off to spend with you. So today, you were hanging out by yourself in your house, catching up on some chores around your room, cleaning things up while listening to a new vinyl you recently bought.

A new favorite date of yours and Jake’s was to go to record stores in cities closeby, mainly Detroit, and pick out a new record to listen to every couple weeks. This time, he recommended you get Sigh No More by Mumford and Sons, so that’s what you were listening to today.

In the middle of your break, laying on your bed, someone knocks on your closed door. No one else but your older sister is home, so you knew it was her.

“Hey, what’s up?” You ask, inviting her in. She takes a seat on your bed and you follow suit, grabbing the shark plushie that Jake got you at the aquarium. She notices this right away and smiles.

“How are things with Jake? Has he asked you to be his girlfriend yet or what?” Heat rises to your cheeks as you soon realize that you hadn’t really updated anyone on anything, aside from Jake’s entire family.

“Actually, I asked him,” you admit. “We went on a walk in the park to look at the Christmas lights and it just happened.”

“Really? That’s so sweet. So what’s he really like?” She gushes, scooting closer to you like it’s some secret. Chuckling, you twiddle your fingers nervously, feeling awkward over the fact that you are so smitten with Jake, and especially showing that side of you to your sister.

“He’s wonderful. I mean even since knowing him, he’s opened up a lot, and he’s…he’s just so sweet. He makes sure that I’m comfortable while over at his house, making sure that whatever they eat for dinner, it’s something that I like or am okay with, texting me all the time just to say hi, and sometimes just helping me through the day by being beside me. His presence is so calming and grounding, and I’ve really fallen for him.”

“Do you love him?” The question sends you into a panic. You haven’t really put much thought into that, but you did feel strongly for him. Was that love? Or was it still the honeymoon phase of the relationship.

“I don’t know,” you whisper after a little bit. “Maybe.”

–

It was now a week before Christmas, and the Kiszka and Wagner families gathered up at the ice rink for their annual ice skating night out. And of course, Jake invited you, with the approval of everyone else, though they were all excited for you to join.

“Jake, I don’t know much about ice skating,” you admit to him after you are handed your skates from the woman behind the skate rental counter.

“Don’t worry. I’ll hold your hand to help you. I’m not gonna let you fall,” he replies, kissing your temple. Of course, with the rink being outside, you were bundled up with multiple layers to battle the cold, including a beanie, but Jake’s kisses still manage to make you feel warm inside.

Not to mention how cute he looked, with his beanie pulled over his ears and most of his forehead, paired so adorably with the thicker frames of another pair of glasses. Though the light snow that was falling had made their home on his lenses, and you wanted nothing more than to clean them off for him.

“If I fall, it’s on you,” you playfully point a gloved finger at. He laughs and grabs it to pull you into his body. You collide with his chest, your own laughter ringing out in the air.

After the two of you have your skates on and everything, Jake helps you over to the ice, stepping onto it with ease as he’s done this for years. Both of his hands grab onto yours, helping you onto the ice with him.

Finding your balance, you kick off and start to move, still clinging to Jake for safety.

“There you go!” He cheers. “Think you can let go of my hand?”

“I think so,” you murmur, concentrating on your movements. Starting with one hand, then the other, you are able to skate on your own with no help, steadying yourself each time you feel yourself about to fall. You are able to make it one full lap around with Jake just being there in case you need help, and as soon as you come back to where you entered, he wraps his arms around you.

“You’re a natural!” He shouts, pumping one fist in the air and aughing loudly. You reach up and kiss him sweetly, not caring about PDA in this moment. Just then, Danny skates over to the two of you.

“Are you two finally together?!” He asks, throwing his arm around your shoulder, his hand able to reach Jake’s own shoulder.

“Yeah,” you admit with a wide smile. Both sets of parents join you three, Dan and Lori cooing at the news they just learned with their son.

“About damn time, honestly,” Ronnie jokes. Josh, still not having spoken much to you, decides to join in on the teasing.

“And she was the one to ask him,” he says, “couldn’t find the balls to ask her.”

Jake shoves Josh, a bit more than a playful one, causing Josh to lose his balance and fall to the ground. He takes Jake’s ankle with him, and Danny pulls you away so that you don’t fall with them.

“Boys! You are twenty-one years old! Quit acting like children!” Karen scolds with a scoff and an eye roll. The twins stand back up, splitting apart. Josh skates away and Jake returns to your side, where he finds you trying to stifle a giggle. He pushes his glasses up, having slipped just a little from the fall.

“What’s so funny, huh?” He pinches your side a little, resulting in a squeal to escape from your lips.

“Nothing, nothing. Just…my boyfriend getting yelled at by his mother for fighting with his twin,” you joke.

“Fuck off,” he giggles, taking your hand again. He pulls you away from the group to get some time alone with you, skating around aimlessly.

It’s a peaceful scene, not many people are here tonight, so it’s rather quiet. There was Christmas music playing, setting the mood perfectly. You could hear Jake humming along to some songs quietly, especially the Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin songs, and it made your heart swoon.

“Can I be cheesy for a moment?” He questions, still skating around. Glancing over at him, you nod, and notice how his nose was already starting to turn red from not having anything cover it from the winter wind. “I’m really glad that I met you.”

“I’m glad that I met you too,” you grin, coming to a stop in a nearly secluded section of the rink.

“I haven’t been this happy in a long time, and it’s all because of you. You have really improved my life, and I can’t thank you enough. You mean so much to me, honey.”

“Jakey, you mean everything to me. I never had such a caring and loving boyfriend, I feel so lucky that you’re mine.” He smiles and leans in to kiss you, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek. Warmth covers your face, both from his breath and his gloved hand, and you wanted to stay here forever, wrapped in his arms, protected from the chilly air, no care in the world other than him.

“Gross!!” Sam yells as he skates past the two of you. Jake breaks from the kiss to look up at his younger brother, giving you a quick peck once more before darting away to chase Sam. You can’t help but giggle at how much he loves his brothers.

“Boys will be boys, right?” Karen comments, skating up next to you.

“Have they done this every year? Just constantly chase each other and shove each other down?”

“Sweetheart, that was my life twenty-four-seven with the three of them. Shoving, hitting, arguing, all of it,” she laughs. A chuckle escapes your lips too, your eyes finding your boyfriend being tugged to the ground by Sam, Danny attempting to help his best friend up.

“You know,” she continues on, “I haven’t seen Jake like this in years. He’s more open and out of his shell.”

“He is?”

“Oh yeah. He’s always been the shy and reserved person, much different than Josh. But that made him Jake. And ever since he was a teenager, he struggled with dating. Not so much finding friends, he had a few and he really didn’t care all that much, but Josh always got the girls. So it’s rather nice to see him with someone that cares a lot about him and likes him for him.”

“I really do…I really do care for him. And I think-I think I love him,” your voice tapers off to a whisper, but she hears you due to how close you are standing. A fond smile spreads across her face and she pulls you into a hug.

“I’m so beyond thankful that you came into his life at the right time,” she says, a hint of sadness in her voice, but appreciation for you more evident.

“I don’t know where I would be if I hadn’t met him that day at the library. He’s changed me for the better, and I see that I’ve changed him as well.”

“For the better,” she clarifies with a wink. You grin and look down at your skates, kicking at the ice with the tip of your blade. Jake returns, skating fast over to you but slowing himself down as he arrives at where you and his mother are standing. She gives you one final smile before she skates away.

Jake raises his eyebrows in question, but you just shake your head, silently telling him everything is okay. Stepping closer to him, you pucker your lips, asking for a kiss, which he excitedly gives you.

“You’re still spending the night with me, right?” He confirms.

“Uh huh.”

“Good, because I’m gonna need your body heat to warm up. I’m fucking freezing.” Giggling, you caress his pink cheeks to try and attempt to help him warm up a bit right now. But he just stares down at you in awe, a twinkle in his eye, everything around him disappearing, the only thing that matters to him right now is you and your touch.

Everyone skates together for about half an hour or so before a few of you decide that it was time to leave, the cold becoming too much. As soon as you and Jake arrive home before everyone else, having driven separately, you two get dressed down and ready for bed, your clothes in a pile next to his bed to be taken home tomorrow morning.

Jake sits in his bed, leaning up against the headboard, reading a book while you stand in front of the mirror on his closet, brushing through your hair and putting some moisturizer on your face. However, Jake isn’t really reading that much; he’s focused on you, watching you do a simple, mundane task, yet he felt so strongly and deeply for you.

He sets his book down on his bedside table and takes a deep breath.

“My skin feels so much better now,” you moan, rubbing in the last bit of moisturizer on your chin. “I hate cold weather, it fucks with me so bad and-”

“I love you,” Jake blurts out. You freeze and turn to him, seeing that he’s sitting forward a bit more, fidgeting with his hands, but staring straight at you.

“What?” You breathe out. Immediately, Jake regrets saying it, his heart clenching in his chest, but there’s no going back now.

“I love you. I know we haven’t been dating that long, but the feelings I have for you, they’re much deeper than just liking you. Ever since we met, I have fallen so hard for you, and I can confidently say that I have fallen in love with you.”

Seconds after the last word leaves his mouth, you pounce on him, crashing your lips into his, your hands falling to his neck to steady yourself. He’s shocked by your reaction, but he welcomes it by placing his hands on your hips, gripping them tightly.

“I love you too,” you breathe against his lips, breaking the kiss for a moment. “I have for a little while now. I had no idea why I felt so much for you until my sister asked me if I love you. And deep down, I realized I do.”

“Oh thank god,” he chuckles nervously, a deep blush covering his cheeks. “I was about to be so embarrassed and scared if you didn’t feel the same way.”

“I do, though. You’re an easy person to fall in love with. Anyone who hasn’t is a fool.”

“Those people don’t matter anymore because I have you.” His voice is soft and adoring, something you’ve heard plenty of times, but it’s now much different in this sense. “And I want nothing more because you’re my everything, darling.”

“Fuck, I love you so much, Jakey,” you repeat for a second time, a laugh eliciting from his throat. You kiss him deeply again, and he moves you off his lap and onto your back, crawling on top of you, just like a couple weeks ago, right before you were interrupted by Josh.

Your hands trail up Jake’s back before going back down, sneaking your hands beneath his sweats, feeling his bare ass under your fingertips. He groans as you grasp his cheeks, but he soon breaks the kiss.

“Mhm, I don’t-” he pauses to collect his thoughts and calm his breathing. “I-I want to do that, j-just not tonight,” he stutters out, his nerves returning immediately. A gasp escapes you and you remove your hands right away.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“No, no. Don’t be sorry. Believe me, if the circumstances were right, we’d be…you know, right now. But I just…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Jakey,” you reassure him, cupping his cheek and running your thumb over his heated cheek. “We don’t have to rush that, okay? I’m sorry.” He nods understandingly and falls beside you, pulling you into his arms.

Like your usual routine, you take his glasses off his face and place them on his book, keeping the bedside light on for now.

“I’m nervous for that,” Jake whispers after a few seconds. He had resorted to messing with your fingers, something he does to calm his nerves. “I want to, don’t get me wrong. But I can’t tonight.”

“Like I said, you don’t have to explain yourself. I wasn’t expecting anything, if we’re being honest. I just wanted to feel your ass.” This makes him giggle and it breaks the slightly awkward tension.

He kisses your forehead and brings you closer to him, breathing in your familiar scent.

“I mean, I don’t put it against you. I do have quite the ass.” You laugh loudly and he joins you moments later, a wide smile on his face, one that makes his cheeks hurt, but it’s a good feeling.

“But seriously. I want you to be comfortable, and I’d never put that on you,” you let him know. He nods and strokes your hair with his hand. Leaning forward, you press a small kiss to the tip of his nose before curling back into his chest.

“I’ll be ready soon. I wanna show my love to you in any way I can. And I want to make love to you, trust me.”

“Jake,” you whisper, closing your eyes. His face comes close to yours, his hot breath fanning across your face.

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart,

like a puma in the bareens of Quitratue.”

—

final a/n: the poem is not mine:

“Love Sonnet XI” by Pablo Neruda

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It's You and Me

Inspired by the infamous Kate Bush song! Thank you to @raecortes for this one ♡

It started with the memories..

(Flashback)

"Hey, baby! Hey!! RAE!" He called out to her as she walked down the hallways of Hawkins High.

She whipped around, her hair smacking Nancy in the face.

"What do you want now, Hargrove?!" She replied snarkily.

During the entire week Billy was seemingly more annoying to Rae every single day.

"A date? To the winter formal?"

(End of flashback)

He really didn't know where the happiness ended and the irritation began. It just happened out of no where, he just randomly started missing the memories and not the girl.

(Flashback)

"Billy? Would you help me zip this fucking dress up? I can't get it no matter what I do" he heard her ask.

He got up and walked to her, smiling at the sight. His Rae was trying with all her might to not ruin her perfectly done hair by zipping up her dress. Not like she could get the zipper in the first place.

He grasped the zipper and pulled it up, closing the dress on her. She smiled and turned around, standing on her toes to kiss him quickly.

"Thank you, handsome." She whispered, returning back to her wardrobe to finish off the look.

Billy shook his head smiling, knowing that she could wear a garbage bag and it would make him happy to see her in it. But it was something about her, something about the way she tried to look so put together all the time. How she always was nice to everyone, how she spoke to him calmly when he was being an ass.. he knew he'd forever love his girl.

(End of flashback).

Billy got into his first love, his car, and turned her on. Pulling out of the driveway and turning the radio on instantly her favorite song (consicindently was Max's favorite song as well) played through the speakers and he simply shook his head smiling.

"It's you and me..." he started to sing along.

(Flashback)

"AND IF I ONLY COULD, ID MAKE A DEAL WITH GOD AND ID GET HIM TO SWAP OUR PLACES!" She was singing along loudly to that new Kate Bush song, Max joining in on her fun.

He was driving the trio to some beach out of Hawkins, close to one of the big lakes.

(End of flashback)

He simply shook his head, smiling.

When Billy finally got to her home, he pulled clear into the driveway. Her parents weren't home so he knew they finally went on that vacation she was talking about before everything happened.

Oh, how he wish it never did...

(Flashback)

"What are you talking about, Billy? I don't even bother you like you say I do" she spoke, looking at him confused.

"Yes you do! You purposely do this shit all the time knowing I'm already on edge!" He yelled, his face in his hands.

"I DONT FUCKING DO SHIT WILLIAM FUCKING HARGROVE!" She screamed, throwing her hands in the air.

Billy simply shook his head and got up from his spot on her bed, walking out the door.

"It's over" he spoke softly, shaking his head. He said it loud enough for her to hear and kept going, knowing that if he looked back he'd see her upset and sobbing.

(End of flashback)

He let himself in, setting his keys and sunglasses on the table and slowly made his way to her room, her favorite song playing lowly from the radio.

His lips curled into a meek smile, once again remembering all the funny little memories they held together listening to music, singing songs and goofing off. His heart began to hurt, he knew he fucked up and felt it break because he knew on the otherside of her door, she was there in pieces breaking as well.

He opened the door and his breath got stuck in his throat.

As expected, she was on the bed crying. Her hair tied into a messy bun and and wearing his shirt she took from him that she insisted on having "because it smelt like him and he wore it alot", but he didn't want to let on that he knew she had it in the first place.

"Hey baby.." he slowly spoke.

~~~

OOOOOOF.

This one was HEAVY, and while I do hate cliff hangers I think this one needed that cliffhanger bad.

Again thank you so much to @raecortes for being so patient and so understanding with the circumstances of me taking so long to put this out. I really appreciate it and I appreciate every one of you guys taking the time to stop by and read this one-shot for me!

#Spotify #stranger things #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut stories #billy hargrove x female reader #dacre montgomery

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Kitchen Thoughts with Steve Harrington (headcanon)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (no pronouns)

Word Count: 0.5k (yes it’s short, but it’s new content!!)

Summary: Just some late night thoughts about how King Steve can be in the kitchen. (I’m sorry, I wish this summary was better 😣)

A/N: This is actually a collab with another Tumblr writer, who I’m now fortunate enough to call a friend, @bakerstreethound. Please, for the love of everything good, check out Ace’s work. They are amazing and I’m so glad I’m able to share my obsession with you, Ace!

he wouldn’t hesitate to wrap around you from behind and give neck kisses then slow dance in the kitchen

whispering a really low “good morning” in that groggy/sleepy voice that no one could refuse

he’d also probably hold your sides and kinda rub circles against your clothes/skin while he hummed

he'd be the one to burn eggs or something, obviously

“I don’t know how it happened, babe! One minute it was fine, the next dust!!”

imagine a bunch of take-out and delivery in your future with this man

but he would somehow be able to make sweet treats that turn out okay????

like muffins. So many muffins

he probably doesn’t know when to stop baking either.

one day you just come to see him and he’s made like…..five dozen of the things 

and he just goes, “I made too much. Want some?”

then all the kids drop by to eat them or he picks them up after school and has the trunk loaded with them

he probably sneaks some muffins into your bag too, with little notes like, “I love you,” “there’s muffin I love more than you,” and other cheesy one-liners

remember how Steve eats bananas? Well, it turns into a joke that whatever he eats, he'll definitely make it into a muffin

that leads to some hella weird concoctions

like cinnamon and mango

or kiwi lime

or zucchini banana (which wasn’t too bad)

and Dustin sighs because, "Steve you have to stop."

cause he still hasn't recovered from the peanut butter and banana sandwich Steve made him for lunch

“This is an intervention, Steve!!!!!”

and you know Dustin wouldn’t sugarcoat it when Steve makes something gross

“Gross what is this shit?”

“It’s a muffin!”

“It tastes like death. Never make this again.”

does it hurt his pride when Dustin does that? Yes.

does he stop making them? Absolutely not. 

but then the kids get so tired of the muffins, he starts sneaking them in their lunch boxes just to get rid of them all

sometimes they come to you for help

which leads to your garbage always smelling like a dead bakery

at least the neighbor’s dog loves you

and when the kids are tired of finding them in their bag, they just use them as hockey pucks or something

Lucas using them in his slingshot

Max would definitely roll her eyes about it, but she secretly finds it endearing Lucas does it cause she's sick of the muffins too

eventually Dustin has to bring all the leftover food to D&D nights and Eddie likes having the food

one day Eddie just finds out that Steve made the muffins and shows up at his house asking for more muffins or something

but he'd be kinda shy about it

“So those muffins…..” 

“yeah?” 

“You uh, you have any more?”

Eddie would def twiddle his thumbs

his head would be down, too. The curls would fall into his face and he’d look up with puppy-dog-esque eyes

have we just stereotyped Steve into the muffin man? Yes.

the kids humming “do you know the muffin man” every time they see him

he's the ice cream man, which he'd be insistent about

“Robin’s the ice cream man” 

“WOMAN” 

“right. Woman” 

“for God’s sakes, Henderson…. I WAS the ice cream man!”

Mike shaking his head at how Steve can’t hold onto a single title

“Couldn’t even hold onto my sister, dude.”

“Low blow, Wheeler. Low blow.”

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Author’s Note: First headcanon done and Dustin’d! See what I…did there? Heh. Please don’t hate me. Steve Harrington has been my latest obsession and I’ve fallen for him hard. Huge thanks to Ace for helping me continue to embrace this obsession and for all of YOU little sparks for not jumping down my throat for the numerous Steve fic reblogs. I hope to work on a full-length Steve fic in the near future, so please stay tuned.

If you like what you read and want to see more short blurbs like this on my blog, make sure to leave a comment, reblog, and a like. Don’t forget to check out Ace’s blog, too! Until next time, little sparks 💙

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Cheat Slayer Was Gonna Be Garbage (And Here's Why)

CONTENT WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT, NECROPHILIA. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

The Boys of Isekai

June 9, 2021

Mangaka Homura Hawamoto, best known for the aggressively horny gambling manga Kakegurui, published a new manga in Monthly Dragon Age. The manga, titled Killing the People Reincarnated into the Other World: Cheat Slayer, promised the story of a fantasy world under the oppression of a group of supposed “heroes” reincarnated into that world and given powers and abilities designed to aid them in battling the Demon Lord who was besieging the land. However, the “heroes” instead use their powers and positions to indulge in their whims, terrorizing the towns just as the demons would. Lute, a youth from a village destroyed by one of the Reincarnates, joins up with a witch to take the Reincarnates down.

In the coming weeks, Cheat Slayer would end up canceled, releasing only the debut chapter.

The reasoning, for those who remember the story, is pretty simple. The faction of reincarnated heroes, the “Rebels Against/Insurgents Of God” were some of the most blatant copying of popular isekai characters, fashioned into grotesque mockeries of the original characters by Kawamoto. Many authors, such as Fuse (That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime) and Rifujin na Magonote (Mushoku Tensei) expressed their disgust at the magna online and even Kawamoto would later apologize.

In the States, there was a lot of backlash against the cancellation, arguing against the unfairness of Japanese copyright law, decrying the authors who spoke against Cheat Slayer as thin-skinned and lamenting the loss of what seemed like a promising manga with a great premise.

But was it?

Don’t get me wrong, a story in which the tropes of modern isekai storytelling are turned on their head, broken down and have their uglier undercurrents exposed is interesting, but that was not Kawamoto’s intent. In their own pages, Dragon Age referred to Cheat Slayer as “a revenge story coated in hate and desire.” And there certainly is no better word to describe Cheat Slayer than hate. This is a hateful little story, soaked in a bitterness toward a genre of storytelling not seen since Garth Ennis’ The Boys. Which is why I titled this section thusly.

But, enough preamble, let’s start things off with a recap of Cheat Slayer’s only chapter.

And You May Ask Yourself, “Well, How Did I Get Here?”

Our story starts off simple, establishing what looks to be the heroes and villains; The Rebels Against God (though the translation I’m reading also translates to Insurgents of God, so it depends on which scans you get for it) and the Demon Lord Troops. For the sake of brevity, I’m gonna go with the acronym RAG for the group. Our protagonist, boilerplate light novel hero Lute, is chatting with his friend Lydia about how much he loves the Reincarnates and how he’d love to serve them in some way, even if it means working as their bag boy.

Within an instant, they see their village engulfed in flames before Lute’s neck is snapped by a surprise attacker. The last thing he sees before passing out is his assailant approaching Lydia. When Lute comes to, he sees Lydia being… Well, I can't get around it.

Lydia, established childhood friend of Lute, is raped by one of the RAG. It’s censored, since this is a shonen manga, but there’s no ambiguity on that front. This is our introduction to Louis Crawford aka “God’s Mistake” and no, that isn’t an editorializing moment on my part, that is seriously the moniker given to him.

Crawford is based on Shin Wolford, the main character of Wise Man’s Grandchild, though people have claimed (most likely due to Rifujin’s objections to the book) that he’s based on Rudeus Greyrat from Mushoku Tensei. I disagree, mainly because Louis looks a lot more like Shin and given the level of creativity seen in the other RAG membership, if he really was meant to be Rudy, he would’ve been called something like Rufus Nakedmolerat.

Anyway, Louis is caught and called out by two more RAG members, “The Undead King” Don Will Dead and “Looper” Honda Yuuya. I’ll get into who these two are based on later since I know there’s a very useful panel to showcase the Rebels Against God in the coming pages. Honda tells Louis to deal with clean-up, with Louis admitting that both Lydia and Lute are already dead.

Yeah, Lydia is dead. While Louis is… god, I can’t even bring myself to come up with some sort of pithy euphemism. This is a story that starts with “we have Shin Wolford at home” fucking a corpse. The worst part is there’s nothing that tells us whether or not she was killed before or during the act, so pick your poison on that one, folks.

I think this little sequence alone is where I knew that this story was doomed to fail, regardless of concept. We are given next to no time to develop any characters before being dropped into a scene of shocking sexual violence designed to get over just how depraved and evil the villains are. It’s the sort of blunt force approach to morality you would see, ironically, in the sort of bog standard isekai this manga is supposedly deconstructing. There is little that differentiates Louis Crawford from some like Duke Uglybastard from High School Prodigies. That’s not even getting into how sexual violence is just a throwaway evil act, the gross, edgy equivalent of a heel wrestler insulting the local sports team. Or the issue of having a character that is basically a repaint of another, more recognizable character who no doubt has his own fans who would not like seeing him depicted in such a manner.

We continue onward with the introduction of the “Best Nine” the nine executives of the RAG and our fine cast of expies, who have come together for a meeting.

Look at them all. Drink in the absolute lack of effort to hide just who these punks are ripping off. The only thing I can enjoy is calling the Subaru expy Honda and the choice of Flamescans to translate Kiruto into Kilt.

Flare reiterates the mission of the RAG to take down the Demon Lord, but Louis says he doesn’t care about all that and just wants money, power and women. Imerda takes time to taunt Louis, claiming he was ugly in a previous life (which, admittedly, does track with the claims this is also a dig at Rudeus) which results in him unsheathing his “magic tool” (and no, despite what the previous scene and the quotes around the words would imply, I am actually talking about Louis’ sword.)

Kilt quickly defuses the situation, Louis leaving the meeting to do “business” which I suspect is some sort of metaphor for engaging in depravity. You know, I’ve never seen Wise Man’s Grandchild myself, but I imagine Shin Wolford is nowhere near as disgusting as Kawamoto has decided to depict him as. From what I’ve come to understand, the dude doesn’t even have a harem in his story, so I don’t get why he’s our designated evil rapist.

Lute finally comes to, believing the events to be a horrible dream only to be greeted by a body on the ground. A nameless witch arrives behind Lute and tells him that she was the one who healed him and gives Lute a refresher course on what happened before offering to help Lute in killing the Reincarnates. Lute refuses, believing the task to be impossible, but the witch explains to him the nature of the Reincarnates.

She explains that one of them (it’s not explained but based on his appearance and the fact that he’s a gamer, I’m guessing it’s Kilt) was a complete shut-in loser who played games all day. She calls him and the other Reincarnates trash that should die, but instead were brought back and given cheat skills that they live off of and they aren’t real heroes. That they did nothing to earn their strength, just luck. That without their powers, they’re nothing and oh my God, Kawamoto, I get it. You hate isekai where the MC is given a special item upon going to the other world. Take a number and get in line, my dude.

Our mysterious witch once again offers to aid Lute in killing the Reincarnates, an offer he accepts off-panel, though he has his doubts as he sets off after Louis. We’re told about his cheat skills, which are basically being a Minecraft enchantment table and this picture.

So direct confrontation is out of the question. The plan is for Lute to bring Louis to the Witch, where she plans to sneak attack him with magic, probably before he can even activate his anti-magic skill. Lute heads into a fancy building where Louis is getting frisky with two nameless women. One of them tells him off for getting handsy with her, but then he rips off her top and threatens to kill everyone in the building if she and the other lady don’t blow him.

During this lovely bit of nope, he and Lute cross eyes and Louis jumps him, wondering how Lute is still alive. We get the one moment of anything resembling amusement as Louis holds Lute by the throat and lifts him into the air and I begin hoping for a chokeslam. Look, I’m a simple man, I see a one-handed chokehold, I want chokeslam.

Anyway, Louis is demanding to know how Lute is still alive instead of, I dunno, just killing him again and putting a bit more effort into getting rid of the body? He eventually does decide to kill him, but then Lute calls him a “NEET bastard” which I guess means he’s the guy the Witch was talking about earlier, but it also raises a problem. Maybe it’s just the scans I’m reading, but the Witch never uses the word NEET in front of Lute, so how the hell does he know it? That doesn’t seem like a term a lot of fantasy village types are gonna use in their lingo, ya know?

Louis stops at this, allowing Lute to reveal he knows what Louis used to be, which rattles Louis as even the other eight in the Best Nine don’t know this about him. Lute offers to tell him if Louis comes with me and that’s it. Yep, leave the first chapter on the cliffhanger and we’ll see you next month… or not.

So now that we’ve gotten a look at the one chapter, the piece designed to hook the readers in (and to be fair, it did succeed somewhat) let’s talk about why this really doesn’t work.

First, there’s the fact that for something meant to parody/deconstruct isekai, this does really nothing to make it stand out from any other isekai. Lute is the sort of generic dark-haired teen boy you see in a lot of these. Lydia, until her fridging, is your standard childhood friend. At most, you have the Witch, who is drawn in some panels to look sinister and knows a lot about these Reincarnates, but she’s the only standout.

And the villains….

Let’s Talk About the Villains

For this section, I’m gonna go from each of the members of the Best Nine and break down whether or not they were good choices for this faction of evil isekai protags, using two sets of criteria. One is the book’s own description of the Best Nine as being a bunch of NEET losers who reincarnated into the world and were given a cheat weapon or skill. The second is going to examine if the character is worth deconstructing or presenting a villainous iteration of. For fun, I’m gonna alternate between left and right until we hit the creamy middle.

“Looper” Honda Yuya

And first off is our boy Honda, based on Subaru from Re:Zero. At first, he seems to be the most fitting of them all as he is a NEET, he did reincarnate into his world and he does have a special skill. But, look at Re:Zero as a whole and the choice hits a major snag. See, Re:Zero is, for lack of a better word, a deconstruction of isekai. Starting over in another world doesn’t do much better for Subaru and his cheat skill of rewinding events is more of a curse than a blessing. He suffers and dies repeatedly as a result and his own character is written to be flawed, so there’s not much Kawamoto can really do with Honda as a result. It’s a really redundant choice.

“The Undead King” Don Will Dead

Based on Ainz from Overlord, Don already fails the initial criteria since Ainz was a salaryman in his past life. He did reincarnate, sure, but most of the skills he acquired when he landed in Nazarick were basically ones he acquired from playing, so I’d hardly call them cheats. Along with that, Don’s probably more redundant than Honda. See, Overlord is a story about a guy who reincarnates into the body of his villainous player character in a VRMMO. Basically, it’s like if a Horde player got isekai’d into Azeroth. While Bone Daddy does at first try to keep from being evil, he basically becomes a straight up villain. So what the hell was Kawamoto going to do differently with Don?

“God’s Mistake” Louis Crawford

Louis got the most focus out of any of the Best Nine, but I wanna give this my due diligence. Shin was also a salaryman, did reincarnate and his cheat was… he knew physics in a past life which gave him a leg up on spellcasting. Besides once again not really getting the hat trick as far as Cheat Slayer is concerned, I honestly don’t even know if I should consider whether or not a deconstructive, villainous version of Shin is a good idea because this isn’t really Shin Wolford. I started this post thinking that people saying this was Rudeus were mistaken, but I’m walking away with the idea that Kawamoto may have really wanted to slam Rudy but completely forgot which series he was from and just kind of guessed.

“Otherworld Restaurant” Yukiko Shijo

So, this character is based on the character of Aletta from Restaurant to Another World. Now, full honest disclosure, I’ve only watched one of these isekai, so a lot of what I’m getting is from TV Tropes and other wikis on these subjects. So, imagine my bafflement in looking up Aletta and finding out that she’s not even the protagonist of Restaurant to Another World. That’s a dude called “Master” (or “Tenshu” in the original Japanese, which is a term for chefs and bartenders.)

The thing about Restaurant to Another World is that it's not a person going to another world. It’s a building. The restaurant is like some sort of TARDIS, with doors to it just showing up wherever. On Saturdays, it goes to a fantasy world, where Aletta is from. So, the choice for Aletta completely shatters the entire criteria as she’s a native of the fantasy world, not someone brought into it. I can’t even call her a NEET because she got a job as a waitress.

I remember seeing a tweet, Reddit or maybe even a forum post claiming the reason for Yukiko’s addition was because Restaurant to Another World was beating Kakegurui in the ratings. If true, then that is disgustingly petty of Kawamoto. This dude was writing manga for 7 years by this point, what is this FF dot net style sniping?

“The Fallen Goddess” Flare

So, as I mentioned before, I only watched one of the isekai being mocked here. Guess what? It’s KonoSuba! So, I didn’t need a wiki to tell me about all the ways picking Aqua for this were wrong. First, Aqua is not a reincarnate, she’s a goddess who is tasked with reincarnating people and giving them the cheat weapons to fight the Demon King. Hell, she is the cheat item in the series, being chosen by the actual protagonist Kazuma after she pushes him to pick something.

As for deconstructing her character? KonoSuba is a comedy! Aqua is notoriously the worst; selfish, narcissistic, bratty, fiscally irresponsible, lazy, stupid. All those and just so much more! And it’s not just her, everyone in KonoSuba sucks. It’s like a fantasy adventure headed up by the Always Sunny cast! You can’t really deconstruct or vilify Aqua because she is already so awful, and honestly, playing that character for horror would probably just make for a miserable reading experience.

“The Named Slime” Roro Sendiger

Based on Rimuru Tempest from That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, we once again have another case of two out of three ain’t good enough. Rimuru was reincarnated and gained a number of powerful skills, but he was a middle manager in his previous life. Rimuru, Ainz and Shin were probably dissatisfied with their lot in life, but they were at least functioning, contributing members to society and not the useless trash that the Witch decried in her monologue to Lute.

Weirdly, this is some merit to presenting a villainous Rimuru. From what I gather, he has committed the occasional war crime in his own series. Hell, Fuse even expressed disappointment in not being consulted over Cheat Slayer since he had thought of evil Rimuru and could’ve offered ideas to Kawamoto.

“The Daughter Villainess” Imerda Pinata

And once again, an entry that leads to me scratching my head. Imerda is based on Catarina Claes from My Next Life as Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! This one’s another comedy series and Catarina only fits the criteria of being reincarnated. She was a high-schooler when she reincarnated and has no cheats other than the fact that she knows the world of the game she reincarnated in, an otome called Fortune Lover, but the whole plot is about Catarina avoiding the bad ends that she would end up in during the game’s story progression.

She’s super ill-suited for the standard isekai fantasy world setting that this story is set in and honestly, it feels like a step backwards to have Imerda being a villain when the whole premise of the original novel was Catarina trying to avoid the dire fate of a villainess.

“The Young Demon” Anastasia Melokva

Anastasia is based on Tanya from… The Saga of Tanya the Evil

You know, I almost feel like I don’t have to explain the problem here. Like, the title of her home series calls her evil. What did Kawamoto think he was gonna do differently here? Also, she was another salaryman before reincarnating. Like, what else do you want from me? Tanya the EVIL!

“The Dual Wielding Black Knight” Kilt

And here we are! Straight in the middle, the perfect example of not landing any of the criteria!

Okay, so I said I only watched KonoSuba, that was a bit of a lie. I’ve watched a few episodes of Sword Art Online, read the first two novels and the first Progressive novel and have watched Sword Art Online: Abridged. I have a relatively good idea on Kirito and can tell you he was a terrible choice for this.

Look, I know I’m gonna be the minority opinion here, but SAO is not an isekai. Kirito is still in his home world throughout the entirety of the series. Sword Art Online and all subsequent games are not separate worlds, they’re just a bunch of lines of code in a souped-up Virtual Boy. This isn’t the Digital World of Digimon. He’s just playing a video game.

He’s also still a high schooler, so not a NEET and finally comes the cheat skill issue. Kirito’s dual-wielding is not so much a cheat as it is Reki Kawahara not understanding game design. It’s a unique skill only he can do in the game. But, he wasn’t given it so much as in some way obtained it and even he admits in a later volume that Yuuki Konno could’ve easily gotten it if she had been playing SAO instead of him.

So, probably one of the worst examples of Kawamoto’s understanding of isekai cheat characters.

But… I also can see why Kirito got selected.

Much as he isn’t from an isekai, Kirito is pretty much the template for all light novel protagonists since his introduction. No doubt a number of isekai mains pretty much took after him. In fact, one of them is Shin Wolford, which again makes me wonder why Kawamoto decided to pick Shin if he was gonna just use Kirito as a target as well.

But anyway, Kirito is still emblematic of the larger issues of isekai, forming a lot of the tropes that would oversaturate the market in his wake. Despite him not being an isekai protagonist, he’s basically the one who molded the genre to come.

However, that wasn’t why he was chosen as the leader of the Best Nine.

He was chosen for being so popular. As were a lot of the characters who were picked. But therein lies the rub, in trying to be the iconoclast and tear down the mold of the isekai power fantasy that has led the genre to grow stale, Kawamoto chose to target characters and series that broke that mold. That made fun of it, that deconstructed it, that did things differently from its brethren, that created and popularized variants of their own. He chose the characters who were popular, the easy picks despite how little they work for his plans.

Take Aqua. I have no doubt Flare only exists because Aqua became a hugely popular character among otaku. From what little I saw of Flare, she acts like a generic Genki Girl type and nothing like the character she���s based on. Aqua would probably be downing a stein of ale while Kirito tries to get her to even pay attention to a word he’s saying.

If Kawamoto really wanted to critique the problems of isekai, he’d pick characters more representative of the commonly disliked tropes of the genre. Maybe pick guys like Naofumi from Shield Hero (slavery and the constant narrative twisting to justify the choice), Yuuto from Master of Ragnarok (harem owner, three members of which are children) Youji from Gate (have a go at the author’s nationalism if he’s feeling spicy) or Keyaru from Redo of Healer (actual rapist) instead of taking out his frustrations on a demon-horned waitress and little slime guy.

Why Is There a Demon Lord?

Bringing it back to the problem of how little Cheat Slayer has of its own identity, there’s also the fact that the RAG are still fighting a Demon Lord on top of being the over-the-top villains for Lute to take down. Why even bother having this element if the selling point of the whole manga is that the Reincarnates are the bad guys? Like, if I were being generous, Kawamoto might have planned to reveal there was never a Demon Lord Troops and that it was propaganda perpetuated by the RAG in order to keep up their status as heroes. An engineered threat they can protect the people from. The problem is that in a room where the Best Nine are behind closed doors, nothing of the sort is even implied. It’s made pretty clear that they are still fighting the Demon Lord.

But again, why even bother? The Demon Lord is a trope that mainly exists to give isekai heroes a Big Bad to fight at the end of the series. It has no use in a series where the Big Bad and the Hero have been clearly established from the beginning. For all that Cheat Slayer seems to be propped up as some sort of deconstruction of isekai, it really is no different from its contemporaries. Whatever potential there is in the premise is snuffed out by the fact that its creator isn’t willing to put in any real effort into following through on it and so he just paints by the numbers and within the lines.

Conclusion

So, what was the point of all this? Well, I mostly just wanted to vent about how badly this whole manga botched a great idea, but maybe it’s also a good chance to impart some truths of writing that people will need if they ever want to try something like this.

Spite is a decent motivator, but it burns hard and fast

Take it from someone who has tried to create works out of spite for another work. You can feel a good deal of motivation from it. That feeling of “Yeah, I’m gonna make my own and it’s gonna be so much cooler and better than the original!” But that rush of endorphins will go up faster than you’d think and once it’s gone, you’d better hope to have some actual investment in the thing you’re writing or else you’re just gonna be stuck with a WIP you don’t care enough to really see through.

You have to truly know the forest before you burn it down

Hating something is easy. You don’t need to understand something deeply to hate it. But if you intend to tear something down, to expose its flaws, to build something new from its wreckage, you need to actually understand it. To be able to articulate what it is that is so wrong with it rather than just it being the popular thing. The easy target. Anyone can take a metaphorical hammer to a bad piece of fiction. To take that bad fiction apart and then reassemble the pieces takes a knowledge of what really goes into making it. So, if you really want to make something like Cheat Slayer (and really, I wouldn’t blame anyone for trying, it’s a good idea) then it helps to know your enemy.

Anyway, I think I’d better stop rambling and let you all go along. Thanks for reading if you actually bothered to read. Hope you enjoyed it.

#cheat slayer

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alright tell all of us your thoughts about kaito :)

I did not forget… I have just been con crunching but now I’m free to become the worse

Minor Zexal and Arc V spoiling ahoy

How I feel about this character:

Oh no you’ve opened a floodgate… welcome to oversharing hour with Jay

I’m very normal about Kaito, just ignore the two full cosplays + the EVA foam Orbital work in progress I have mapped out, the wall scroll that’s at my work computer, my ita pin bag, and the fact that I’ve done everything I can to make his deck competitive viable and god dammit am I still trying please print this deck a god damn banger starter, Konami, I can’t keep doing this without your help-

Short story but I used to be suuuuper YGO Vrains favoring from 2020 into early 2022, but I found myself drifting from it because one can only tolerate so much subtweeting and catty behavior over personal preferences, and I’d never really finished Zexal before, just has a half baked idea how it ends, like I watched a chunk of it when it first aired but never finished and proceeded to forgot most of it, so I picked it back up after deciding to pick up Kaito to write in an RP server with some friends because I remembered liking him and… well I didn’t stand a chance when I got back to him fjdhdhd

I deeply relate to the theme of self-inflicted loneliness because it’s easier to be by yourself, just getting walked out on, left in the dark, or even being shafted for reasons out of my own control, I really get that

Also taking on too much if it means the people you love will be ok even if the ending result is you’re not ok, where he is after his Duel with Yuma at the end of Zexal I and getting to repair all of those relationships he was damaged by is where I want to get to in life

Bonus fact that’s minor spoilers for another spin off, but I’m… not a huge fan of his portrayal in Arc V, I like that he’s there and acknowledge that it’s a different Kaito and I love all Kaito Tenjos as they exist, including the Structures Cosplayer, but… yeah, not a fan, I’m a big fan of showing vs telling and Arc V to me feels like it’s ALL telling for all of its supporting cast most of the time

All the people I ship romantically

The better question is who I don’t honestly because that list is far smaller, but if I had to pick favorites I’m very partial to Ryouga, Mizael, and Edo-

Something about rivals to lovers resonates with my very being, even if Edo is less of a rival and more of an enemy until Arc V does it’s usual-

I’ve written for Challenge and AntiHero both already actually, my docs is 99% Challenge Wips that are slowly coming along tbh, and GalaxyMaster takes more time to write since most of those are… you know what I’m getting at LOL

I stg Gallop's one mission was to make Kaito Tenjo a dating sim protagonist because I have no other excuse for why they gave him so many boyfriends and even girlfriends across Zexal and Arc V, Yugioh’s surprising most eligible bachelor

My non-romantic OTP

nervous laughter

Chris.

I like to think of them more as divorcees who are just fine staying apart

Also gestures vaguely at the first answer

My unpopular opinion

I don’t know if I have many tbh, besides disliking Arc V’s rendition of him / not liking mentor at all lol— Like maybe how I genuinely believe he’s the strongest rival bc his record was the best even after he was put up against forces behind human understand and was even considered dying majority of the time of Zexal while remaining arguably mostly human, Zexal’s wack

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon

Oh my god, the duel I hate the most in all of YGO is Kaito’s duel against Heartland because not letting Kaito win against someone who’s become representative of the garbage he was put through is SO UNSATISFYING

Yuma coming in and finishing it up is symbolic in its own right because of the importance of bonds, but to me that was and always should have been Kaito’s moment, let Yuma and Astral show up literally any other time and I’m fine with it

ALSO WE DON'T GET THE RYOUGA AND KAITO GRUDGE MATCH, though Kaito solos everytime, I’m so sorry Ryouga

#just over sharing lmao #not gonna tag this anything specific #ted talks

[hermannsthumb]

For the Spring Prompts 28. Under the weather (bad spring allergies bc I myself am dying rip)

28. Under the Weather

from spring fic prompts meme here

feeling this one today 😔 spring allergy gang unite. set loosely post-movie, you can decide where/when

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Newt’s efforts to sneak back into the apartment undetected after his run to the grocery store are less out of courtesy to Hermann—poor, sniffly, sleepy Hermann, who has been languishing away dramatically on the couch under a throw blanket watching oldschool Doctor Who since ten that morning—and more out of the desire to not be accosted with complaints about an aching throat or repeated, throbbing headaches before Newt’s even finished unpacking the frozen stuff. Newt can only take so much. Is that mean? It’s maybe a little mean, but to be fair, Newt knows that he’s just as annoying when he’s sick, and Hermann puts up with it a whole lot less than Newt does. Newt’s the goddamn patron saint of patience compared to Hermann. No, that is mean, Newt isn’t being serious. He loves Hermann, and he’s sorry he isn’t feeling well, because he’s a good colleague/roommate/quasi-partner(? Hermann can be very hard to pin down to a label, but they live together and kiss a lot now, even if their arguments have only decreased by a marginal amount), and it’s his job to tend to Hermann’s needs.

Even if it’s just seasonal allergies. And Hermann gets them every year. And Hermann complains about them every year. And if, every year, he becomes convinced he has the flu, or pneumonia, or a terrible, terrible cold, and spends a few days watching Newt wistfully while Newt heats him up chicken noodle soup or tosses his favorite sweater in the dryer for a few minutes for extra coziness, like he's on his deathbed or something and trying to savor the rest of their time together, before finally getting up and announcing that he was overreacting and is really quite fine now and going back to snapping at Newt for forgetting to start the dishwasher or leaving the soy milk out on the counter again. Like clockwork. Newt could mock up his own highly accurate predictive model if he wanted to be annoying. 

He locks the front door behind him with the world’s quietest click. It’s not quiet enough. “Newton?” Hermann calls drowsily from the living room, and, despite all his complaints, Newt can’t help but smile. Drama queen he is, sick Hermann is also kinda cute. It doesn’t hurt that sick Hermann gets ten times more cuddly with Newt.

“Be there in a second, babe,” Newt says.

The low hum of barely-audible TV dialogue suddenly tapers off. Newt hears the springs of the couch squeaking and groaning as Hermann, presumably, sits up. It’s not the exact couch they had in their lab (Hermann had that hauled off as garbage while Newt was still recovering from his double-drifts in medical, the bastard), but it’s pretty identical to it—they were maybe feeling a little nostalgic while they were thrift shopping for furniture. Just as noisy, just as comfortable.  “Have you got the lozenges?” Hermann’s voice is scratchy.

Newt got the lozenges. Newt got oodles and oodles of lozenges. Newt has so many lozenges in his tote bag that it’s actually almost too heavy to carry. Newt bought every single lozenges in the entire store, every brand, every flavor, even the flavors he knows Hermann hates, God forbid anyone else get a tickle in their throat, because they’re fresh out of luck. Newt fought for those lozenges out of sheer love for his colleague-roommate-partner, and he would do it again in a heartbeat if it meant Hermann’s throat felt even a tiny bit better. (He also just got kinda tired of hearing Hermann clear his throat and pointedly remark that he would be endlessly grateful if someone cared about him enough to, say, run out to the store in the rain, and...) “Dude,” Newt says, “I have so many lozenges. Also, can you just call them cough drops like a normal human being?”

Hermann mutters something grumpily. “And the tea?” he says.

“And the tea,” Newt says. Newt didn’t get as much tea as he got cough drops, but he still got a stupid amount. “And the soup, and the tissues, and the Advil, and the cookies, and—”

Hermann shuffle-clacks into the hallway, throw blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders like a shawl, mis-matched socks peeking out at Newt from under the cuffs of his pajama pants. His nose is rubbed red. Newt smiles again. “Aw, Hermann,” he says. “You look so miserable, it’s kinda adorable.” He wants to wrap Hermann up in his arms and big-spoon him until the end of days. Or, at the very least, bundle him up in another sweater and a million more blankets so he’s never cold ever again. He couldn’t help himself from turning the heat on before he ran out to maximize Hermann’s comfort, even though he knows Hermann will complain about it later when he finds out. (It’s April, after all, it’s not like they really need it, and they’re just running up their oil bill for no reason. But Hermann is toasty, so Newt is happy.)

Hermann whaps a grocery bag with the end of his cane. "Where are my biscuits, you wretched little man?”

He sneezes. Newt tosses him one of the little foil packages of weird British cookies he had to get from the international aisle, and Hermann catches it in the crook of his arm. “Thank you,” he says primly, barely concealing his delight.

“I’ll make you tea,” Newt says, and waves Hermann off when Hermann makes to grab the tote bag of lozenges. “Get back on the couch, come on, you shouldn’t be getting up. Lemme unpack the bags and I’ll get in there too. It’s soooo gross out, you have no idea.” Hermann sniffles, blinking at Newt with pitiful, watery eyes, and Newt feels his heart wobble a little. “Dude, seriously, get back in there before I kiss you and get all your germs and get all gross and sick like you, and then we’ll both be sick, which will totally suck.” Which won’t happen, because these are just Hermann’s usual allergies, but Newt’s practiced enough by now to know that humoring Hermann is the best course of action. It leads to the least amount of arguments, anyway. “Tea, and soup, okay? And cough drops.”

“Hang your raincoat up,” Hermann says, and, just as primly as before, attempts to tear open the cookie package with his teeth as he shuffle-clacks back to the living room. 

Hermann’s moved his blanket nest around a little to make space for Newt on the couch, and, when Newt finally finishes unpacking the groceries and drops down next to him with a yawn, he immediately settles his head down into Newt’s lap the way they’ve done a million times before. He groans quietly when Newt pushes his fingers through his short, badly-trimmed hair. (Newt always thought Hermann’s DIY haircuts were a result of wartime stress, but then the war stopped and the haircuts didn’t, which means they’re apparently deliberate, which raises about a hundred other questions.) He’d like to do this kind of stuff with Hermann outside of sick days, but he’s not totally sure how to breach the subject without bearing his soul a little more than he’d like. Like, hey, Hermann, I know we share a bed and file joint taxes and stuff, but would you be weirded out if I held your hand every now and then? You would? Okay, cool, nevermind. “I feel dreadful,” Hermann moans. “I’m quite certain I’m dying. I won’t say it’s been a pleasure knowing you, Newton, but it’s certainly been interesting. Oh. Could you use your fingernails again, please?” Newt obliges, and Hermann makes a weird, contented, almost catlike purring noise, leaning into Newt’s touch, his eyes fluttering shut. “Newton, darling,” he says. He has cookie crumbs at the corner of his mouth.

Newt bends down and kisses his forehead. Hermann’s skin is cool but sweaty, probably from his fifty layers. Not at all feverish. Good. Newt wasn’t kidding about the predictive model thing, but he still can’t help but worry for Hermann, just a little bit. “I put honey in your tea,” he says. “It’s on the table whenever you want it. So is the soup.” Newt likes soup that has noodles shaped like rocketships and stars and other dumb things like that, so he’s always secretly a little glad when Hermann lets him do grocery shopping and he can get that instead of the boring low-sodium healthy stuff Hermann always gets. He also knows that Hermann likes the soup with fun shapes, too, so it’s a win-win for both of them. 

“Dear, wonderful Newton,” Hermann mumbles. Newt brushes cookie crumbs off his sweater. “I haven’t the faintest idea what I’d do without you. You’re the most—”

“I know,” Newt says. 

“And—”

“I know,” Newt repeats, tugging on a strand of Hermann’s hair.

Hermann bats him away, wrinkling his nose, but then catches Newt’s hand to press a clumsy kiss to his knuckles. Newt’s heart feels kinda funny again. “Um,” he says. Hermann’s thumb rubs in a circle against his palm. He blinks up at Newt, and there’s something tender and warm in his eyes that makes Newt’s mouth go dry. “Um. W-want me to unpause the show?”

“Mm,” Hermann says.

“Cool,” Newt says. “Um. Let me know if you need another blanket or something.”

“Mm,” Hermann says again.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #Anonymous

[sasuhinasno1fan]

A wish for a different life - Adrien AUGreste Day 5

Was almost late but I didn’t get to my laptop for a while. Kinda short but hopefully you enjoy it. I also hope I didn’t forget anyone in the Bustier class other than Chloe and Sabrina. We’ll see more of Luka with the next chapter. And the word Ms Rossi says is ‘oh god’ in Italian. and yes, foie gras macarons are a thing, as are truffle ones.  @adrienaugust

Best friends

“Does that say foie gras?”

Adrien let out an audible gag and then realised that people around could hear him. His mother narrowed her eyes at him at his blatent bad behaviour but he felt justified, if only a little. The few times they’d been invited to high class events, foie gras was usually a main and Adrien hated how it tasted. Which for a person who was a bit of a garbage disposal, that was saying something.

They quickly got their macarons and left before they could be cursed at. And Adrien thought disgruntled old Italian men were bad.

“I cannot believe you said that! Adrien!” his mother scolded, slapping his shoulder with every word.

“I’m sorry! But you know I hate the stuff.”

“It’s a miracle you’ve never said that to a host when we have dinner. Oh, that was mortifying.” His mother said, hiding her face in her hands.

Adrien shrugged. “Guess we’re lucky there weren’t tables.” Deciding to turn his mother’s attention away from smacking him again, he took her to the Garden of the Eiffel Tower. Thanks to advice from his friends, they found a shady spot to spread their blanket and away from most of the crowd.

“Do I have time to check my phone?”

“10 minutes, you know the rules.” Adrien reminded, fixing the beret on his head. The bow on the back jingled slighting from the bells before falling silent again. He’d have to remember to thank Marinette again for it. He’d been informed by Alya that she had a crush on him. Granted her sudden inability to speak words around him was also a massive hint. Thing was, Adrien didn’t feel the same and he was very sure he wouldn’t. he got crushes pretty quickly. Marinette, while a kind person and someone he felt happy to call his friend, hadn’t ticked any boxes for him. It was incredibly awkward having to tell Alya this and figure out how to tell Marinette. But in the end, he did and after giving her space, she’d gotten over her crush on him.

“You’d think with all the problems the city is having with Hawkmoth, I’d get answers quicker.” His mother complained, practically throwing her phone into her bag in annoyance.

“Is it the mayor?”

“Surprisingly, no. I truly wonder how the man has any power but he’s been rather good at answering any questions I have. What’s his daughter like? The other diplomates who have met her say she’s…”

“a spoiled queen bee?” Adrien suggested. “They’d be right. She knows she’s got power and she isn’t afraid to use it but honestly, I think there are times she could be worse. Lila is a whole other bag of crazy to deal with. I don’t think I’ll ever understand her, nor do I want to honestly. Ok, pictures of the food first and then we record a few favourites.”

After instructing his mother to hold the open boxes certain ways, they were finally allowed to dive in. while his mom unwrapped one of the separate macarons, Adrien picked up the massive eclair. To him, it looked like more sophisticated cannolo.

“Oddio.” His mother said, her face contorting into shapes.

“Are you ok?”

All she did was hand him the half-eaten macaron and stole the éclair from him. He took a bite and realised why it had been in its own box and why his mother had just devoured half the éclair. It was a truffle flavoured macaron. His dad loved truffle and whenever he got to visit his dad and they got dinner, Adrien was allowed to have some. But never this much all at once.

“I’m gonna have to kill Alya for suggesting this place. Oh, that’s disgusting. Where’s the passion fruit ones?”

“Oh, don’t kill your classmates. We’ve finally gotten settled. How is school by the way? Truly?”

He couldn’t help but smile, even with the disgusting taste of truffle in his mouth. “it’s amazing. I was worried, you know, about making friends. Even though I knew we’re here for longer, there’s still that voice in my head telling me I wouldn’t make friends. But my classmates are amazing. Most of them are the nicest people I’ve ever met and they’re so cool. Max, he built a robot called Markov who’s so smart. And he’s an awesome gamer. He’s been working on this video game involving past akumas, which sounds amazing.”

“Was that robot akuma his?” his mother asked, remembering the transformer that had appeared at his school.

“Yeah. But really, Markov is really sweet. He can understand human emotion. Kim’s his best friend which make them a pretty interesting pair. He keeps thinking he can beat Alix in a race but she’s insanely fast on her skates. She’s offered to teach me how to do a few tricks on an old pair, which means I can finally do that Carpcaptor photoshoot idea I wanted. Rose and Juleka are some of the sweetest people and they’re such a cute couple. They’ve got tough competition from Ivan and Mylene though. Their dynamic is the classic bad boy and good girl but he’s such a teddy bear for her. It’s so cute. Nathaniel is quite but his art is so good. Oh! And guess what, one of my friends from out of the class, Marc? He’s got the biggest crush on Nathaniel. He’s also such an amazing writer. I have to show you some of his work. Then there’s Alya and Marinette. Alya is a lot, really sure of herself and stubborn. We’re constantly yelling at her to stop chasing down the fights Scarlet Bug and Catseye get into but she never listens. But she knows when not to go to far. Marinette is really cool. She’s a designer and get this? She’s actually designed for Jagged Stone! I might have started begging for help getting tickets when Nino told me he tends to perform in Paris more often. Can you believe I’ll finally get to see Jagged Stone?  No more last-minute moves when he’s in town! Marinette had offered to help me with my more complicated cosplays and she made this beret for me. And Nino, he’s such an amazing DJ and videographer. He was the first person I really got to hang out with at school and he’s been so welcoming. He’s invited me to his house, if that’s ok?”

His mom nodded, this small smile on her face. “I know making friends was always hard, especially when surrounded by people who just liked acting like they were better just because of their parents. I’m so happy to hear that you have so many now.”

Adrien shared a smile with his mom. “Yeah. It’s been a long time since I’ve said I’ve had best friends, but I’d definitely call Marinette, Alya and Nino mine.”

“When I know my next day off, how about we invite them over? We can give them a taste of true Italian food.”

“Oh yes! It can also be a thank you for all the food they’ve suggested. We should also check out Marinette’s family bakery on the way home.”

“More sweets?”

Adrien shrugged. “They’ve also got the best bread in France.” His phone buzzed and he looked at the screen, smiling a little as he bit his lip.

“Oh, I know that look. That’s your ‘I think I might like this person’ face. You can answer it. What’s their name?”

“Luka. he’s Juleka’s brother. He was the delivery boy that first night. the first time I walked home myself, I bumped into him and he walked home with me. We exchanged numbers and we’ve gotten to know each other a little.”

“Is he cute?”

Adrien nodded. “Very. He’s got this whole punk look about him and his blue eyes make me feel like he could understand everything about me. I’ve barely seen him but I like talking to him.” Adrien felt his face start to get red. He had no clue if this was just a superficial crush or if this could go deeper. Dating didn’t happen much when he tended to move a lot.

“You know, I’ve noticed you’ve got a thing for people with blue eyes and a welcoming personality.” His mother teased.

“No, I don’t!” he nearly shouted, feeling flustered as his mom laughed.

“Well, even if it doesn’t work out like that, at least you’d gain a new friend, right?”

“I guess so.”

“So, what did he want to talk about?”

“Oh, he invited me to this music festival he’s participating in.”

#adrien august #adrien augreste

[sawyingthroughthewasteland]

Companion meme: General Sawyer Lockwood

found this funky meme style I think made by @shitty-fallout-art ? dunno but I thought it would be fun to have a crack at it with my boy :) don't ask me how this works with the endgame version of him, I don't know either. Maybe your just a settler in my playthrough that needed help so he just tagged along? who knows

Name: General Sawyer Lockwood Karma: good Alliance: Minutemen, Railroad, Arcadia, Far Harbor Perks: Favor of the Minutement: Thanks to traveling with the General so much, when in settlements, settlers will recognize you and help out anyway they can! In settlements, prices are significantly lowered and speech checks are easier. Additionally, all healing mechanics used within the settlements bounds are twice as effective due to feeling right at home! (Temporary Perk) Father of the Commonwealth: When traveling with Sawyer as your companion, instead of hitting 0 hp sometimes, Sawyer will drag you to safety and revive you back with a limited amount of health. Scowling and warning of needing to be more careful included. Additionally, when you fail a good karma speech check, Sawyer will hop in and back you up resulting in a success. (Temporary Perk) Commonwealth isn't Going to Rebuild Itself: When building in a settlement, there's a random chance a shipment of needed materials will appear in your workshop. "Heard you ran out. Here you go, kiddo! - General " (Permeant Perk) General:

"Wonder if Preston needs my help right now..... eehhh he's fine."

"Oh man, beautiful day for flying. Bet Baron's taking the kids out for a ride tonight."

"Damn, to think Nora wanted to live downtown. These places look like shit." "Move to Boston, they said. It'll be fun, they said." Combat: "For fuck's sake..."

"You've forced my hand, hope your happy." (to the enemies)

"Oh hey! Nice headshot! Do it again, we're low on ammo." (to player)

"Calling artillery! Light em up!" (if has artillery flare and flaregun equipped) "Calling in air support! Give them hell, Bear!" (if has airsupport flare and flaregun equipped) Death/Unconscious: "Fucking hell... 243 years, and I die from this?"

"Hey man.... Give Baron my dogtags, will you? Tell him... tell him I'm sorry, too."

" Got an extra stimpack on you? I'd hate for this dad to not return from the store haha... ha..." Revive: "Thanks, friend. Thought this body was going to go cold again. [nervous laugh] " "Don't tell my husbands about that, they'll kill me... Ironic, right?" "You'd really think people would have more respect for the outfit. Nothing Mac can't patch up, I suppose." After combat:

"Well then."

"Welp... time to loot I guess."

"Woo! We won! I love it when we do that." Open Inventory:

"Hm? Oh sure, toss it to me. I think I still have room in my bag."

"Oh god do you have like, a bag or something to put that in? No? [gags] "

"Glad someone else sees the value in random junk around the place. This will look fantastic back in Sanctuary." "Do I look like a strong guy to you?" (inventory full) Sneaking:

"Turn off your radio, dumbass."

"Just let me know when you need me to reappear. "

"They're not going to know.... how would they know? They're not gonna know!"

Location Specific: Sanctuary:

"Home sweet home! I'll be with Baron if you need me- man probably caught something on fire while I was gone."

"Ah, roof brahmin. Never change."

"Want to know something weird? I like this version of Sanctuary better than the pre-war version. Fucked up, right?"

Diamond City:

"Did you know you can ask the noodle stand for hot water for tea? Robot doesn't have a programmed response but it'll still give it to you... Oh hey my tea thermos is empty, could we?"

"This place is a garbage heap if you ask me. Maybe some day they'll let me fuck around in here."

"I should really ask if we can get an office here sometime for recruitment and communication, but I think they'd expect me in here full time. I'll go feral if I'm stuck behind these walls for more than a few hours, though." Prydwen (or the version of it that Baron flew over with):

"This is... nice and all, but can we hurry up? I don't feel the best uh... here..."

"[shaky breathing, trying to calm himself down]"

"Next time could I just... stay in the airport..."

Railroad HQ:

"Be right back, gotta slap Deacon's bald head."

"Pam! Pam! Pam!"

"I didn't know you were an agent? Welcome to the team! I'm Bullseye but don't let others know that."

Boston Commons:

"I really want to turn this place into a cute garden. Just imagine it! Could get some nice ferns in here too "

"Oh god, what the fuck. Wait why does it have knifes for hands what the fuck."

"Place could use more trees. Imagine how nice it would be to set up a ton of turrets and just hammock here after a long day? Get some nice sun and- shit I just saw something move in the water again." Personal Quest:

Too Much on the Plate: Sawyer really misses spending time with his family and desperately need to spend some time with his son. Help get three settlements to 90 happiness so the poor man can rest a little.

Vertibird Down: Baron's vertibird went down in enemy territory. Help the distressed General rescue his husband and wreck havoc on those who hurt him.

Likes:

Doing MM or RR quests

Helping others

Building in settlements

Nonviolent approaches or high level good karma speech checks

Recruiting settlers

Taking out BoS/Institute members

Stealth kills

Dislikes:

Chem use other than stimpacks / Addiction

Prejudice against ghouls or synths

Threatening the RR or MM

Killing nonhostile and/or good karma individuals

Stealing or trespassing

Helping raiders

Asking for increased pay

#beep beep character template completed #i'm not dead i swear

[carli-meows]

CRIME SPREE - Deranged Myme Crewe

(Officer dickbag reporting we got a 65 in progress.

And uhhh, can we get someone else take care of this,

i gotta get a refund on my donut,

it fell in my coffee, you know how they are)

Kayti banging out the first verse of the crime spree

first thing that I did was walk in real quick and nicely

took a bag of crisps and 4 bottles of Berry Fizzie

only payed for 1 stick of gum on my simple crime spree

VehkTeeri cranks the violence up on the crime spree

did a drive by on the precinct and shot it up all dicey

dressed up as a cop went in, calm em down with niceties

and shot every bitch in the fucker on my crime spree

I went into some fuckers house on my murder crime spree

I ripped his fucking dad and mom apart, they couldn't catch me

the cat and dog kept quiet as I made my brutal entry

and bashed his fucking head into his Xbox 360

WHO'S OUT THERE (ON A MOTHERFUCKING)

CRIME SPREE

WHO'S GONNA GO OUT (ON A MOTHERFUCKING)

CRIME SPREE

WHO DO IT WICKED (DO YOU DIRTY ON A)

CRIME SPREE

WHO WANNA TEST MYMES (ON A FUCKING)

CRIME SPREE

I get the second verse to burst out on a crime spree

broke into a holy man's house, his god don't know me

went to shank me with a stake & he missed my fuckin heart, see

fucker's crucified upsidedown, rest that peace unto me

I almost got arrested for that shit in verse 1, see,

lines 9 through 12 got me deadlocked in this crime spree

my boyfriend called the swine, I fucking thought he loved me

no loyalty, i see why V doesn't fucking trust so fucking easily

Crime spree time, crime spree rhyme

already stabbed 2 fake candy rappers tryin' to claim what's mine

and now it's garbage day, ya taken out like trash by V

now my lawn's got blood on the grass my kinda crime spree

WHO'S OUT THERE (ON A MOTHERFUCKING)

CRIME SPREE

WHO'S GONNA GO OUT (ON A MOTHERFUCKING)

CRIME SPREE

WHO DO IT WICKED (DO YOU DIRTY ON A)

CRIME SPREE

WHO WANNA TEST MYMES (ON A FUCKING)

CRIME SPREE

(Yeah, and then I locked him up for resisting arrest.)

(Why does Lee always get the easy one's?)

(87-33 in progress, all units report to 48th street.)

(Not it) (Not it) (Not i- AH GOD DAMN IT.)

Last thing I did on my crime spree was grab a gat

I was born a gatslinger with 9 shots like a cat

an assassin brought me down to 8, she shot at me

with a hollow and gave her a lobotomy on my crime spree

I tossed coffee on some fuckass Karen on my crime spree

her cheap ass dollar store mace and tazer didn't phase me

i dragged the bitch by the hair, hear her scream and fuss

then I fucking tore her to shreds next to a packed school bus

Sadly Silent Lady got arrested, they finally contained me

in a cell with some bigot, he did hate crime crime sprees

i tortured him to death after 10 years in the joint

no one cared, they released me on good behaviour at that point

WHO'S OUT THERE (ON A MOTHERFUCKING)

CRIME SPREE

WHO'S GONNA GO OUT (ON A MOTHERFUCKING)

CRIME SPREE

WHO DO IT WICKED (DO YOU DIRTY ON A)

CRIME SPREE

WHO WANNA TEST MYMES (ON A FUCKING)

CRIME SPREE

#rap #oc lyrics #oc rap #Deranged Myme Crewe

[dannyphantom-rewrite]

Fannon! Vlad: This man is an incredibly complex character with so much wasted potential. He was in a horrible accident and his best friends left him alone in a hospital. He was sick and in pain and alone for years, no wonder he's bitter. He uses his Abilities to accumulate wealth and power because these things warrant admiration. Because just maybe these things will make one of the people that abandoned him love him-

Canon! Vlad: This man is a fucking incel.

#literally #God he's such a garbage bag I hate that I love him #Vlad masters #my beloathed #danny phantom