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twisted-desires · 3 years

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Oviposition HCs~

No brain only oviposition

Anywho I have some oviposition HCs for some twst boys along with Levi from OM, along with some headcanons to do with heat cycles and such. As usual, the spice will be under the cut, I hope you enjoy it!

Reader is a sub in all of them except for Leviathan, but I kept the terms gender neutral! All the terms of affection/degradation are gender neutral as far as I'm aware, but be warned that it may not be perceived that way for everyone.

CW // teratophilia // Oviposition // Breeding kink // mating/heat cycles // bottom reader // degradation/praise stuff for Jade

Azul

"Ah, nng~ darling, please, I need to--"

This side of himself will really shine through when he's in heat, by which point he's desperately whining and moaning for your attention.

He'll hold onto you so tightly with his tentacles, keeping you spread and ready to take him as the rolling coils dance across your heat to get you nice and slick to take him, either with lube or your own cum~

His pace will be relentless once he's in you, his sensitive length (almost identical to the rest of his tentacles~) squirming and wriggling to fit itself even deeper within you.

Paired with the rest of his tentacles stroking across your skin and teasing any other sensitive areas - paying a particularly larger amount of attention to your chest - you'll be squeezing even tighter around him as you fall apart under his ministrations in no time.

By the time the eggs start travelling up his ovipositor to settle deep within your body, he's already overstimulated and whimpering at the overwhelming feeling of you clenching around him with a vice grip.

Of course, he has a lot of eggs to fit inside of you... And given the fact that he's a pretty large mer, well...

Expect to be stuffed completely full, my darling~

"Ah! S-so good I-- I need to-- ngh~ Just a bit more~"

Azul rarely let himself be this vulnerable, but he couldn't help but plead and beg for more, even as the sensations sent both him and yourself spiralling into overstimulation. The air around you was brimming with a heady scent and the sounds of Azul mercilessly pounding into you before he shuddered in climax again, stuffing you with even more eggs...

And as he started to shift again, you knew that you were in for a long night~

Jade

"Oya..?~ I'm not giving you what you want until you beg for me, my sweet~"

Unlike some of the others, Jade is a tease and he knows it.

This lovable bastard will have you writhing in climax, tied down and overstimulated with the ministrations of his hands and tounge before he even gets properly started with breeding you full of his eggs~

He'll eventually start bringing you to the edge before refusing you orgasm again and again until you're babbling and pleading to fuck you silly.

And fuck you silly, he will.

His stamina is outstanding, pinning you down with his weight as he ruts into you, murmuring sweet degradation into your ears about how you're just his pretty little slut, so perfect for taking his cock and being so greedy for his eggs~

He'll be sure to give you all the eggs you begged for until you're a shuddering, overstimulated mess all over again...

And perhaps after you've rested a bit, you'd like to go for another round darling~

"You're so tight~ My beautiful little cum slut, I'll have you filled right up with eggs since you begged so prettily for them~"

His pace doesn't falter as you shudder in climax once again, the overstimulation wracking your body as he groans deeply into your ear and murmurs softly about how you're such a good slut, nice and eager to take his eggs like a good little broodmare~

And even as he pauses to push more of the orbs into you, you know that he still has more in him, and hell be filling you up until he's satisfied...~

Floyd

"Ah~ I wanna fill you right up~"

Good luck, my friend.

It doesn't matter how big or strong you are, if Floyd gets the chance to fill you with his eggs then believe me when I say that's he's going to fill you with his eggs.

He'll have you pinned down or tangled up in his tail, held tightly in place as he buries the length of his ovipositor deep into you and leaves egg after egg after egg in your body.

Expect to be filled with more than you thought possible, the feral eel showing no signs of stopping as he pushes both you and himself into the throes of overstimulation with his relentless fucking and filling of whatever holes he can access.

And he'll be talking to you the whole time~ grunting and groaning in your ear as he encourages you to take just a few more...

And even if you say you can't? That you're too full..?

Oh, sweetheart...

He'll make them fit...

"C'mon Koebi-chan... You're not quite full just yet, are you..? I'll fill you even more anyway~"

The relentless pace hardly ceased at all as Floyd completely ravaged you, his wandering hands holding tightly onto your thighs and keeping you spread wide and open for him as he grinned down at you, eyes gleaming with hunger as he tried to press in as deeply as possible.

You were so full that you didn't think that you could take much more, but Floyd wanted to see you nice and stuffed with his eggs... And he'll make that happen~

Naga!Jamil

"You'll take everything I have to give you, right, my pet?"

When Naga!Jamil wants to fill you with eggs..?

Oh, he wants to fill you with eggs. You won't be moving for a long while after your little... Session~ with him.

He'll have you laid out perfectly for him, deep within his nest amongst his treasures, on a silken bed while dressed in only jewels and golden chains that do nothing to hide your body but everything to accestuate every curve and movement and shape of you~

After all, he adores every part of his sweet mate~

You'll be held tight in the coils of his tail as he holds your face in his hands, forcing you to look into his eyes and listen to his silky smooth voice as he thrusts slowly into you, pace almost hypnotic as the scaly flesh holding you tightly in place only serves to stimulate your warm, sensitive flesh...

He'll stuff you full and make you cum over and over again until you're soft and pliant in his hold, so very sweet and all his~

Honey and cum-coated fingers will spread the sickly sweet mixture across your tounge once you're finally allowed to rest, the lustful expression on Jamil face suggesting that he's not quite finished with you yet...

"Oh, darling~ We're not done yet, I still have to fill you up some more~ Don't worry, I'll take good care of you~"

Jamil softly kissed your neck as he kept you held tightly against him, tail keeping you pinned in place as his cock completely filled you. You could feel the weight of the eggs resting in your abdomen, each small shift of your body pushing them around and stimulating you further from the inside...

You could feel his smile against your skin as he moved again, slowly thrusting in and out of you with a measured snap of his hips to draw out those sweet, breathy moans that he adores so much...

You're not quite done yet, darling~

Leviathan

"P-please, ah, I need you, I need to- to fill you- please--"

Leviathan will probably be shy about his urges, waiting until the heat in his abdomen is too much to deal with alone and finally caving as he begs you to come to him, utterly shameless as he whimpers and whines his words out across the phone...

You'll be pulled into his lap as soon as you're close enough, hugged tightly from behind as Levi ruts desperately against you, tail winding around your waist to keep you pressed nice and close to him~

It won't take long for the two of you to be sat on his gaming chair, you straddling his lap as he kisses along your jawline and neck, shifting his hips as he's desperate for the slightest of friction against his straining cock.

He's like putty in your hands, skin sensetive no matter where you touch~

His horns are exceptionally sensitive, softly carressing them causing him to let out a loud, high-pitched keen, soft wines and pleads for you to let him breed you full of eggs escaping his lips~

And once you start the main course..?

Levi is so easily overstimulated quickly reduced to tears from the sensation against his sensitive cock yet begging for more and more as you ride him at your own pace~

Going rough and fast will have him moaning and whining, squirming slightly beneath you as he tries to figure out if he's trying to get away from the onslaught of pleasure or press even closer to it...

Or perhaps you'll choose a slower pace, having him look at you through his lashes as tears hang onto them and spill from his eyes, trying to speed up and buck into you. Perhaps you should find something to tie him down to the chair with, I'm sure he has some toys just for this occasion~

Whenever he feels his climax peaking, he'll use his tail to pull you close and help himself fill you up with eggs, murmuring about how good and tight you feel around him and begging you for more~

Won't you play with him for just a little bit longer..?~

"I-I need to go again I-- More, please, I wanna-ngh~ wanna fill you m-more~"

Levi shuddered against the ropes binding him to his chair as he felt your hands on his horns again, pulling his head back to leave kisses along his jaw before kissing his neck, sure to leave a visible mark for him to remember you by... He whimpers and leans into your touch, bucking his hips as his tail tugs you down again, letting him fill you up with more eggs before his limbs went limp again, exhausted...

But his voice spoke a different story, soft pleading for even more reaching your ears~

Shoot me an ask if you want to see anything like this with any other characters! I'm always happy for interactions, even if you're just saying hi! Also let me know if I went a bit OOC for this one (I'm not too confident with writing some of these guys if it isn't obvious yet avdkavaoan)

#darkened wonderland #passionate rose #sly serpent #Demons Obey #Drowned Envy #Tako conman #Mushroom mafioso #Malicious mafioso #spicy content #tw // terato #Tw // Oviposition #Tw // degradation

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riverbirchindex · 2 years

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OC LIST 2.0

This is the current compiled list of all my oc’s that I’ve managed to get to on 4/7/2022. This list includes ALL OF MY ADOPTED OC’s, ALL OF THE OC’S I HAD ON MY OLD LIST, and some of the new ones added ontop.

[] ALL OF THE [newer] OC’S I OWN HAVE YET TO BE ADDED YET [] ALL OF THE IMPS ARENT ADDED ON HERE YET

– The Men:

· Aedei Osum – Tulip Desert Rose Plantoid

· Aksle Graham – Fahrenheit Incubus

· Aurian Jay: Orca Dragon

· Barjecht Baffomeht – Baffmo Demon

· Blyoo Ummi – Blue Raspberry Gummy Slime Boy

· Boojum Baffomeht – Baffmo Demon

· Caleb Otto – Scylla

· Calivera Rojo – Old Cardinal Ghost

· Cesar Isandro Chavez – Cactus Soccer Player

· Clyde Carnicke – Bull Shark Cop

· Cinnamin Ruul – Burner Salamander

· Chase Briar – Crocodile

· Devin Pascal – Oscar’s Rival / Best Friend

· Edward Celsur – Yellowjacket Nobleman

· Emilie Onblooms – Rose Plantoid Flauna

· Fiful Nifelheim – Skunk Plague Doctor

· Frederico “Freddy” Santasar - Human

· Harue Ochi – Snake Demon Prince

· Jacopo Tato – Red White Tarantula

· Jicama – Insomniac Shadow Person

· Julius Flor – Dandelion Plantoid

· Karlos Astor – Human [Likes Redmond]

· Mihail Sholes – Botanic Dancer

· Monatana Ackermann – Shotgun Mercenary Robot

· “Nasta” – Lich Necromancer

· Oreo - Rollie Pollie

· Oscar “Soutman” Browhn – Swing Singer

· Owen Renfield - Human

· Parys Beau – “Beauty” Model Demon

· Popella Hominim – Brazier Hellion

· Poppycock – Poppy Bastard of Druidic and Incubus dealings

· Pyrite I– Manmade Idol Angel

· Rook Bowlin – Mafioso Jerk

· Rorsch - Ink Blotchy

· Sebastian Yo – Devils Cigar Mushroom

· Sicily Rosa - Blue Rose Plantoid

· Strave Kilos - Alien Sand Skater

· Sundae Mums – Ice Cream Fairy

· Toy Bunny – Toy Bunny

· Walter Briggs – Persistent Coffin System [Human Deceased]

· Waryn Sallet – Blacksmith Daedra

· Willow Bunyin – Barn Owl Harpy

· Zorblo Zathurn – Green Alien

– The Ladies:

· Aalaya Leare – Black Jaguar Demon

· Adranuch “Phuri” Shephar – Sheep Ranchhand

· Afra Azad – Persian Justicar

· Alouette Cross – Wolf Spider Arachpire

· Anj’I Vyrss – Kobillianoid Mechanic

· Arbor Buckle – Goblin Blacksmith

· Ark’xa Mor – Blue Skinned Orc

· Aro Anois - Scorpion Lady

· Anne Gale – Garden Spider

· Ayiqua Unalii – Thunderbird

· Ayo – Shade Child

· Azalea Brightsap – Azalea Bush Plantoid

· Baisu – Stitch Witch

· Bayleigh Kells – Maron Unicorn

· Bii Plum – Bee

· Boo Bee – Ghost Bee

· Cassidy Miles – Desert Long-eared Bat

· Catalina Chavez – Lil Barrel Cactus

· Celosia Strega – Human turned Flame Elemental

· Cindii – Fire Bee

· Colette Myr – Oni Lass

· Coralynn Tato – Cobalt Blue Tarantula

· CRT – TV headed Robot

· Cybia "Mia" Pscillo - Mushroom Witch

· Cushion – Bed Golem

· Delilah Carnicke – Nurse Shark

· Elise Vermillion – Astronomer Student

· Fawn Hylls – Bear Demon

· Fifai Foe - Firefly

· Fuba Chichi – Firefly Squid

· Gazelle – Revenant Skeleton

· Gretchen Saoire – Werewolf Queen/Mom

· Hiji Phrydum – Hunter Class Robot

· Ivie Myill – Indigo Milk Mushroom

· Illiyad III – Pugilist Robot

· Ineruiko Ari – Black Inari Fox

· Ira Jiya – Venus Flytrap

· Joey – Eldritch Femme Fatale

· June Indigo Holiday – Mythical Werewolf [Queen] PI

· Katherine Ryme – Yuki-Onna

· Kram Bustonthrooh – Oni Girl

· Kiki Ketsup – Goliath Tomato Plant

· Lyio Quill – Dandelion Plantoid

· Lola Friday – Turkey

· Matilda Rake - The Country Bumpkin Scarecrow

· Marie Green – Cow Centaur

· Mascara Rake – The Cast Scarecrow

· Melody Rake – The Clubbing Scarecrow

· Meridia Ile – Drow Alchemist

· Mikola Tescin – Roadie Skeleton

· Minx Wehr – Harlequin Mime

· Mirabelle Pumpernickel [Sourdough] – Scottish Fold Cat

· Mother Magnet – Maid Robot [Malfunctioning]

· Ms Badger – Plush Badger

· Mu – Tall Fungal Finder

· Myca Dime – Bunny Monster Gal

· Myra Foil – Mantis Robot

· Nimune - Swamp Monster Lass

· Nu – Shortstack Fungal Finder

· Paka Pita – Snail

· Pamela Grisgill – Infected Human [Vegan Chupacabra]

· Pebble Cove – Shoebill lady

· Porridge – Fluffy Pidgeon

· Portia Bella – Portobello Mushroom

· Raynae Papria – Dragonfruit Druid Human

· Rahmiel Valhm – Fallen Angel of Mercy and Love

· Rhys Lykcit – Ferret Cursed Witch

· Sara Indippdi – Christmas Crab

· Sew Bahr – Undead Ghoul Boar

· Sii Cookie – Mythical Bee

· Somnia Munel – Shade

· Valerie Duccat – Honest Gambling Skeleton

· Vina Erma – Cornucopia Tree

· Vulcan Oll – Zippo Bounty Hunter

· Wimona “Wyrm” Zobe - Zombie Girl

· Ysabell Asor - Blue Rose Noble Plantoid

· ZugZug Blubba – Trash Golem

· Zyl Phynx – Plum Vine Plantoid

– Neither / Gender Fluid:

· Amadrya Cimmerro – Mandeadrake Nymph

· Charolette Springs – Spider Animatronic

· Cygnus – Blackhole Effigy

· Eridanus – Voidling

· Fui Bya – Wingless Silverspun Moth

· Gmooh – [Ether] Voidling

· Halceyon Tide – Ship AI Navigator

· Kokolo Flor – Long Flower Plantoid

· Kris[tine] Shio – Pistachio Plantoid.

· Ookli Ohkapi – Super Space Alien Scout

· Othello – Caretaker Paper Spirit

· Perseus – Star Voidling

· Rubeka – Watermelon Doggo Slime person

· Septerra – Anu Guardian

· Stinky – Pile of Grass Plantoid

· Vivia Paars – Sock Unicorn Puppet

– The Transistioned:

· Andi Oli – Toxic Salamander

· Fain Mail – Piloted Assassin

· Jake Carnickie - Tomboy Shark

– The Imps:

· Azucar – Sugar Skull Imp

· Cinder – Ash [Chimney Sweeper] Imp

· Dandara – Heart Imp

· Gymnyst – Geode Imp

· Jiji – Diamond Card Imp

· Khal – Club Card Imp

· Kryll – Sea Angel Imp

· Michio – Mint Chocolate Chip Imp

· Qux Huulak – Spade Card Imp

– The Fandoms:

· Blue Heaven – Morning Glory Floran

· Chip – Furret Pokemon

· Clenoa “Clover” Donahue – Celtic Earth Pony

· Hydrani Gea – Deku Scrub Librarian

· Lilian Seafoam – Gardevoir Pokemon

· Ludica Trebble – Gijinka Parasect

· Mio Cir Loto – Seedrian

· Pip Mozette – French Earth Pony

· Raspberry Nebula – Mismagius Pokemon

· Sapphire Tear – Unicorn Pony

· Stubborn - Ram

· Rawr – Tiger Pony

· Tundra Mist [May Rebirth] – Bat Lantern Pony

– Groups / Creature Species:

· Dragoil Thatchers – Dragon Rustler Desert Protectors

· Hydroqua – Aquadile

· Teil – Rainbow Parrot

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midnight-strays · 4 years

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Dazai with an s/o who's sweet and gentle and radiates a kind and comforting aura? Maybe how they met and how their relationship is like. I just want Dazai to be happy and find a reason to live, I really do o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

// I combined two requests for this one since they were so similar.

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Dark orbs slowly opened to the blaring of an alarm clock the owner did not set, let alone appreciate. The man, slowly rolling over to shut off the annoying thing, would much rather wake up to something more gentle, like the soft kisses of his lover- though he supposed it was her that set the blasted alarm, just as she did every other day, even if he unplugged the alarm clock before going to bed. Room falling back into silence, Dazai stared blankly up at the ceiling of his apartment, contemplating whether he wanted to get out of bed and go to work today. The place where you slept was empty and cold- you’ve been gone for a couple hours now- so you weren’t a method of distraction. A silent debate ran rampant in his mind before he decided to just come in late and giving into the urge to roll back over.

As Dazai shifted around to get comfortable again, eyes already shut to try find another moment of peace, he peeked his eyes open one more time to stare at your side of the bed, only to find a sticky note there. Furrowing his brow, he reached for it, plucking it off your pillow and skimming his tired eyes over the writing that was clearly your own.

‘Go to work on time. I’ll bring you lunch. Love you xx’

Warmth spread in the ex-mafioso stomach and chest and finally, he hauled himself out of bed, getting out of his pyjamas not pausing as he started unwrapping the many bandages from around his body as he made his way over to the bathroom to shower. The tiled floor sent a shiver up his spine when he padded into the room and robotically reached for the shower taps, turning the hot water on and stepping under after a moment- taking that moment to discard the bandages, not bothering with the cold tap until the water began to burn his skin, turning it a faint red. His shower wasn’t very long- there was no need for him to wash his hair, just his body, so shortly after he stepped in, he stepped back out, reaching for a towel to begin drying himself off, not needing to look for the cotton material, as it was always in the same place, just like most other things in his apartment, either from lack of use, or because you left it right where you knew he would find it. Typically, the latter.

The steam in the small room slowly started to thin out as it was sucked through the ventilator, through hardly allowed him to see his reflection in the mirror, leaving him to swipe his hand over the cold surface in order to stare himself down- for what purpose, he didn’t know, but as he did, he reached down for the cupboard under the sink, aiming to find some bandages, only to spy them from the corner of his eye, already sitting there, rolled up and clean, on the bench. A small smile finally graced the man’s face at yet another kind gesture from you, his love, as he grabbed them from the bathroom counter and carried them out with him, back into the bedroom where he proceeded to get ready for the day.

Dressed and just about ready to head out the door, Dazai waltzed into his kitchen, making a b-line for the coffee machine where he found another sticky note.

‘Coffee isn’t breakfast. Try some toast or grab yourself something on the way to work. Love you xx’

Instead of a smile, this note brought a small pout to the man’s face. Was he really that predictable? He wasn’t sure if he should step up his game or just go with it. He wasn’t fond of being predictable after all, but it was quite cute how you worried about him. Pulling the note off the beverage machine, he brewed himself some coffee and, as requested, chucked a couple slices of toast into the toaster. You’d find out one way or another if he didn’t listen. That’s one of the many reasons he loved you after all.

Dazai’s day went on as it usually did. He arrived at work, bothered Kunikida who had probably been sitting at his desk for a couple hours by now before sitting himself at his desk where he proceeded to do nothing- nothing in the eyes of everyone else at least though. He was always listening to the conversations around him, stirred up trouble in the right times to push people in specific directions and kept Kunikida and Atsushi on their toes. His role in the agency was crucial. Nothing of much interest happened that day it seemed. Ranpo was the only one called out on a job and Atsushi tailed after him to ensure he didn’t get lost or something. Everyone else was busy with their own thing, merely leaving Dazai to his thoughts that tended to drown him at the worst of times. He’d rather drown in freezing water though with a beautiful woman by his side…

Needing to get his mind off himself, he pulled out his headphones, sitting them on his head, over his ears, before moving over to the couch where he laid down and shut his eyes, doing his best to let the lyrics of whatever he was listening to, whisk him away from his mind, but not enough so that he couldn’t pay attention to his surroundings. That how he knew to sit up when Kunikida greeted someone at the door. He already had a feeling of who it was, but peeked over the back of the couch to check anyway, grinning when he saw it was indeed you, standing there with a bag in one hand and in your other, your coat which you had taken off upon coming inside.

“Belladonna, you’ve finally come to take me away from this awful place, have you?” he cried out dramatically, as per usual, as he stood up and made his way over, wrapping his long arms around your smaller form. Cheerful laughter erupted from your gut as he spun you around, shaking your head once you were set back on your feet.

“No, Dazai, I’ve come to bring you your lunch, as promised,” you corrected, forcing a sigh out of him as he released you, but he couldn’t help but continue smiling at you. He took your coat from you, followed by taking your now free hand to press a kiss to your knuckles before he led you over to his desk where he first set your coat over the back of his chair, on top of his own that he had taken off ages ago, and then sat down, pulling you into his lap.

“Much better, now what did you bring for me my love?” he asked eagerly, resting his head on your shoulder as you pulled out a decently balanced bento, setting it out on his desk. “Unfortunately, I didn’t have time in the kitchen today to make it before my break, but it is still fresh from work,” you explained, pulling out a few other things along with a drink for yourself. You worked in a busy restaurant from early morning to about five in the afternoon, so it was common for you to bring something out for Dazai but not for yourself. It was hard to eat when you have been working around food all day.

“Your presence alone is enough for me my love. Say, after this fine meal, how about we go out and commit a romantic-,“ you cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips.

“No Dazai, I have work. I can’t stay here long either. So, make sure you eat all of your lunch okay? Every, last bit and then do some work, for poor Kunikida’s sake. I’m cooking something yummy tonight, so I want you home on time, so no jumping in the river and no random mushrooms. Straight home,” you instructed, almost like a mother to her child. He didn’t take offence to your tone though, finding it to be a cute trait and it honestly warmed his heart seeing how much you cared about him- someone who shouldn’t deserve an ounce of love for all the horrible things he has done in his life.

“Promise me you’ll be home on time?” you requested, staring up at him with hopeful eyes, eyes he could not resist in this moment.

“Of course, belladonna.”

The look in your eyes at his confirmation was enough for Dazai to put off another suicide attempt, after all, he couldn’t allow such a sweet thing to wait at home, all alone, after cooking him dinner. With that, he proceeded to eat his lunch, enjoying your presence, happily chatting away with you until you had to go back to work, leaving him to finish his food and get to work. While he did finish, as you had requested, he still didn��t do much at work, perhaps organise a little paperwork, but very little all the same.

Now, with a full stomach, freshly showered and laying with his head in your lap, Dazai found himself moderately at peace. Sure, the word peace was almost foreign to the man, but this was close enough for him. She occupied his mind, the room was quiet and perhaps tonight, he would find sleep again. You carded your fingers through his hair gently, the strands only a little damp after you had dried it for him, soothing him in a way you couldn’t possibly begin to understand.

Dazai is a man who doesn’t care for much. Good or bad, dead or alive, alone or with others, none of it truly mattered much to him- not that he knew of at least. Sure, he cared for those around him, but he tried ever so hard not to get attached. But here you were, someone he still wouldn’t say he needed, but absolutely someone he wanted. He would probably never truly understand just how much he needs you, until he has lost you, but for now, he’ll embrace what he has, for it is the closest thing he’s felt to peace in a very long time.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #x reader #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #osamu dazai #soft reader

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azroazizah · 3 years

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Thank you for the tag @alcruid ❤

Uhhh here we go

Last song: Stargazing by Isyana Sarasvati, currently listening to Ashes [Mod ver] by Hiroyuki Sawano ft. Gemie (Promare OST). Been listening to slow songs to get my writing spirit for Equinox back

Last movie: Crazy Rich Asians, on December I guess? But I regularly rewatch Ghibli movies when my lil niece asks so... yea we watched Spirited Away a few days ago

Currently watching: Uhhh I currently don't have the mental energy to start anything new, but I finished Baccano! and Dororo on December, and as always, if I like a show, I rewatch the thing right away after I finished, so yeah you could say I'm still currently watching them. Been planning to watch Jujutsu Kaisen but idk when. (if u guys have a recommended series with dark fantasy/feudal/mafioso setting or anything seinen pls tell me, might need something to drag the spirit up)

Currently reading: urrggggh same with the above question, don't have the mental energy to start anything new... The last thing I read was a new chapter of a manhwa (Villainess Reverses The Hourglass, which I recommend if you want a beautifully wicked protag). Been planning to read Beanstalk by E. Jade Lomax

Currently craving: some nice, fluffy and warm chicken+mushroom Char Siu Bao. In fact, yea let's make that. Oh, and ginger honey lemon tea.

Uhhhhhh won't tag that many ppl bc I don't wanna bother people jfsjfjgsfjjf but anyway, @justpocketchange @mystery-shrouded @madamebongwater @roseyskypeach if you guys feel like it maybe?

thank you Alc! 💗💗💗

#zi answers #zi blabs

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my-name-is-dahlia · 4 years

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Vocabulary (pt.dcccxx)

Words taken from The Cairo Affair, by Olen Steinhauer:

autocrat (n.) an absolute ruler.

Tripoli the capital and chief port of Libya, on the Mediterranean coast in the northwest of the country; population (2002) 1,223,300.

tagliatelle (n.) a type of pasta made in narrow ribbons.

porcini (n.) a mushroom with a glossy brown cap and a fat stem.

affair (n.) a romantic or sexual relationship between two people, especially an adulterous one.

ironclad (adj.) strict, rigorous, hard and fast.

hackneyed (adj.) (of a phrase etc.) made commonplace or trite by overuse.

tracksuit (n.) a loose warm two-piece suit worn by an athlete etc. for exercising or jogging.

Mafioso (n.) a member of the Mafia.

Yugoslavia a former federation of Slavic states in southeast Europe, in the Balkans. The country was formed as the Kingdom of Serbs, Croats, and Slovenians, at the end of the First World War. It comprised Serbia, Montenegro, and the former Slavic provinces of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, and assumed the name of Yugoslavia in 1929; capital, Belgrade. After the Second World War, it emerged as a Communist federal republic. In 1990, four of the six constituent republics (Slovenia, Croatia, Bosnia-Herzegovina and Macedonia) seceded; the two remaining republics, Serbia and Montenegro, declared a new federal republic of Yugoslavia in 1992, but its name was changed to the Union of Serbia and Montenegro in 2003.

#av #avdictionary #The Cairo Affair #Olen Steinhauer

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iusedtohaveatopic · 5 years

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I live for the idea of Dazai being jealous.

I live for it. I breathe for it. That asshole being possessive over Chuuya, but trying not to show it, because really why would he feel like this over a chibi hatrack? Even if it's a strong as hell one, with hair akin to fire, with bright blue eyes which mirrored the cloudless sky, with a charming smile and curvy hips, yeah... why to be possessive? Why would he be jealous when someone is approaching his chibi? His petite mafioso.

His ex-partner. His redhead. Wait....What??? His !?? He must've ate poisoned mushrooms again.

Chuuya realizing it and faking innocence, playing with Dazai's nerves. Fueling his instincts till that idiot recognizes that jealousy might have slipped through his veins, and that he desires Chuuya.

Exist if you agree.

#soukoku #bungou stray dogs #bsd #Dazai × Chuuya #dachuu #nakahara chuuya #dazai also #jelly dazai #dazai being an asshole #jealous dazai #i love chuuya #have i mentioned that i love that petite mafioso?

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vixxscifiwritings · 6 years

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your sins in weight of diamonds (1/4)

Title - Your sins in weights of diamonds

Word Count - 12,000+

Rating - 13+

Warnings - Violence, Implications of sex, Minor foul language

Characters - Jaehwan, Gender Neutral Reader, VIXX Ensemble + Sejeong (Gugudan)

Pairings - Jaehwan x Reader, ninja!Hakyeon x Reader

Author’s Note - Written for the Wind Of Starlight Spring 2018 challenge

Summary - Nothing will stop you from relentlessly pursuing the famous thief Night Fox. However, when the Night Fox threatens to steal the mafia’s most prized possession, you get pulled into a dangerous game.

Find all parts here

Part 1

It’s raining again. It’s the type of night where you pour out old whiskey from the decanter hidden away in your suit jacket, push the car seat back and let the blue jazz music play on the radio. You breathe in the lingering scent of cigarette in the air, as the flashing neon signs interfere with your vision.

The Red Light district is exactly the kind of place your father warned you to stay away when you were little. But your job drags you back into the dark underbelly of the city as often as it can. You’ve gotten used to this. Night filled with Chinese takeout boxes, heater on full, steam rising from your nose and your breathe rolls out hot and alcohol carefully concealed in a thermos labelled coffee. Drinking on the job isn’t exactly allowed.

You wouldn’t swap it in for a nine to five desk job on any day of the world. Yet on some nights, the lack of activity leaves you bored.

It’s quiet. Too quiet.

You’re not here to stir up trouble though. You’re just looking for a man. If only you were just a doe eyed lass looking for love, but no. You are a copper, as they call it, looking for the man you believe responsible for stealing 100 million dollar worth of diamonds.

The Night Fox.

Your lips thin in anger. The ever elusive Night Fox, almost revered by everyone in the organised crime sector for his skill and cunning. He had evaded capture six times already and had made off with almost 3 billion worth of gold and jewels.

It was a stroke of luck that the department had found a lead to a suspected identity. But the man behind it was a ghost. Or perhaps had never existed.

‘The Night Fox’

The name sounds so rhythmic, you think saying it out loud. Would saying it three times in front of a mirror on midnight at Hallow’s Eve make him appear? At this point you might as well try it.

“You back again here doll?” A woman asks, leaning against the open window. Her voice is sulty, skirt short and her neckline plunging deep enough to give Mamma a heart attack on first glance.

“You’re barking up the wrong tree Yeonhee” you say, smiling back at her.

“I only made an offer of companionship, doll. You seem so lonely out here, in the dark of the night…” Yeonhee trails off, running a finger up and down your shoulder.

“Why are you here? Trying to break your cover Hakyeon?” you ask, not really in the mood for games tonight. Hakyeon knows all the cops on stakeout duty. He makes sure to ask for lists so that he never runs into them or can distract others who start to get suspicious. So him approaching you like this is unusual. Unless someone has noticed your routine.

“Do play along kid, I have a tip that you could find useful” he says, cupping her face gently. If this is the routine he uses, you can only wonder how desperate other men must be to fall for it.

“The word on the street is that two nights from now, the Panthers and the Serpents are meeting up at Glen Milli’s to negotiate some kind of deal” he said, caressing your cheek. “Seems to be a big deal to the underground mafiosos. Everyone looks positively tense about it.”

“I’m not on the Panther’s case. You need to go look for Wonshik” you said, raising an eyebrow as Hakyeon fiddled with the top button of your shirt.

“He’s chasing a lead” Hakyeon tells you. “And there are rumours of the Night Fox being involved. I thought you would be interested.”

Hakyeon laughs at how you sit up straight on the mention of the Night Fox.

“Relax doll. We still have two nights, how about we make the most of it?” he asks, tipping your face upwards by your chin so that he can look into your eyes directly while propositioning you.

“I’m in no mood for ‘companionship’ tonight. But I will take you up on an offer of a good scotch” you say. You’ve noticed a man leering at Hakyeon… at Yeonhee. It would be weird if you were just to let him go after what seems to be an obvious foreplay to the outside world. So you offer up a ride to a bar three districts below.

“Always a knight in shining armour” he says, amused at your antics. He gets into your car with practiced ease and the two of you take off.

A question lingers in the back of your mind, hours after the conversation, distracting you as Hakyeon puts his hands on your waist and kisses your neck.

What would the Serpents want with the Night Fox?

-x-

“All units in position” you hear, the mic in your ear crackling to life with static. Hakyeon is behind the bar, serving drinks. As Hakyeon and not Yeonhee this time. Wonshik is working in the kitchens as part of his undercover identity.

You are stationed as a server along with Sanghyuk as a bouncer to the VIP room. You wonder why Hakyeon is not in your position, being the expert at undercover ops. But you wouldn’t like to be mixing drinks that you couldn’t drink yourself, so you do not complain about the oddity.

The shadows stretch long, the city shutting down but the night beginning for the Red Light district. It’s a long wait till the meeting begins. The VIP room has been reserved the entire night and the guests should be here anytime.

“That’s a new singer” Sanghyuk notes, looking to the man on the stage. The man on the stage croons a few bars of the audience’s favourite song and he receives appreciative looks. Your eyebrows furrow because you do not recognize this man. You’ve never seen him before. And you would remember him, because that combination of blonde hair and sharp jawline is distinctive.

“Anyone we need to worry about?” You ask into your microphone, as you carry over a tray of drinks to table number 5.

“The new kid is an upcoming singer from downtown. Not on my watch list as far as I know” Hakyeon responds. You discretely sneak a glance to the bar where he is mixing drinks.

“The name’s Lee Jaehwan and his residence checks out” Sejeong replies over the comm.

“Why are you so suspicious of him?” Hakyeon asks. “Or are we mistaking the purpose of your attention?”

“Don’t be silly” You reply sourly. Sanghyuk holds back a grin and you kick him for good measure when you pass by him. “I wasn’t expecting him. That’s all”

“You’ll have to save it for another time. I have visuals on the Panthers crew” Sejeong replied. All four of you were on high alert now.

“What do you see?” Hakyeon asked, pouring vodka into a cocktail mixer.

“Fucking shit. It’s the big boss. Jung Taekwoon” Sejeong said. “Fuck fuck fuck. We have orders not to arrest the higher ups. We have to pull the plug on this right now.”

Wonshik’s curses are heard over the comm and you instantly know that he has probably cut himself with a large kitchen knife.

“What’s he doing here?” Wonshik asks. His words are muffled and unclear because he must be sucking the blood on his finger out. But the tone of surprise is not strange to the team.

“Must be a big deal if the leaders themselves are here. We make no arrests but we need to gather intel from this meeting” Hakyeon says, thinking quick.

“I can see him entering. I’m on it” You say, before turning your mic volume down to the very low. You put down the food on your tray on a lone drunk man’s table. He’s probably too drunk to care but that’s not high up on your list of cares and concerns. As you leave, he attempts to grab your ass. The lewd proposition on his mind, never makes it past his lips for you twist his hand and turn it the wrong way causing him to whimper in pain.

You turn sharply when you hear someone chuckle.

“He’s not troubling you I hope?” the man asks. Blonde cheeks, sharp jaws and smooth voice.

“No sir” You answer. Lee Jaehwan is handsome up close. And evidently chivalrous.

“This way Jaehwan” another old man says. The way he places his hand on Jaehwan’s waist suggests intimacy but you don’t say anything. Your focus tonight is Jung Taekwoon, not the golden songbird of Glen Milli’s.

Jung Taekwoon is the epitome of Cuban cigars and bullets combination. The enigmatic mob boss of the Panthers crew that runs the districts north of the Red Light. You’d be hard pressed to find any evidence to pin on him directly. If there is anything that the Panthers are good at, it is hiding a dead body.

But if the leader of the Panthers is here then it is not far fetched to assume that someone higher up in the Serpents are meeting him. Just getting names to match the faces would be a jackpot for the team. You can see Sanghyuk analysing the faces of anyone who enters the room and you know that Sejeon is furiously making calls and bringing up files and info on anyone Sanghyuk can recognize.

You share a look with Hakyeon when you see the old man lead songbird inside. His eyebrows furrow in tension and you pull out your notepad and pen, wishing it was a gun instead. You head in, Sanghyuk making a point to look ahead and not draw unnecessary attention to you.

The conversation stops the moment you walk in and everyone turns to look at you.

“Gentlemen, may I take your order?” you ask with a practiced service smile.

“Who are you? Where is Hana?” the old man from earlier asks.

“Hana has the night off. I’m covering her shift” You reply. Hana is the waitress who usually works Fridays. You know her well since she is a friend of Sejeong and a police informant. Hence the easy swap between roles.

“So what can I get you guys? We have lamb burgers as a special tonight. We also have minestrone soup and mushroom ravioli as new entries to the menu tonight” you say. The old man frowns angrily and is about to say something when songbird… no, Jaehwan, puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Beef and cheese burgers. With fries on the side and generous amounts of ketchup” Jaehwan orders. The authority in his tone throws you off as you note the orders. The men echo that they will have the same, not wanting to put in too much effort into thinking about it. A round of Glen’s good cigars and his best whiskey are added to the list. You nod, looking round to make sure you haven’t missed anyone before reciting the orders back.

As you leave the room, you can see Jaehwan looking at you and try not to act too bothered by it.

“I need two bottles of the best whiskey you have” you say, delivering the order for drinks to Hakyeon. “And a shot of vodka neat for my nerves and everything Sejeong can bring up on Lee Jaehwan.”

“Sejeong is already on it. So far his profile in squeaky clean” Hakyeon tells you, as he pours out a glass of water for you instead. You glare at him but drink it all the same. There’s a tell tale sign of thunder outside. It’ll probably rain again tonight.

You take the whiskey and soda and make your way to the VIP room. Jaehwan pays no attention to you, leaning over to whisper to the old man from earlier. You quickly place the glasses and pour out two fingers of whiskey for everyone. Jaehwan spares you a glance when you leave and you can feel his eyes on your back for much after.

“No evidence of anything suspicious” Sejeong said. “But it's too damn clean for a profile. No parking tickets either.”

“It's a cover. He's definitely significant to the Serpents” you tell her over the ear piece. “And I think that he is getting suspicious of me. I am taking the earpiece off.”

“Don't. That's our only link to you and it's dangerous to walk in without someone covering your back” Hakyeon says sharply.

“Sanghyuk is right outside. He's covering the only exit. I'll scream if I need help. It would fit right in with the part of terrified waiter” You explain before pulling the ear bud. You don't switch it off before putting it inside your jacket’s pocket. That should keep the team happy.

Wonshik walks out of the kitchen with a scowl on his face and his earpiece out as well. He pushes the tray of food with his poker face set and you follow him. Wonshik serves the right side of the table while you cover the left.

“Thank you” a soft voice says as you place the steak in front of Jung Taekwoon. The softness startles you and you just nod in response. Taekwoon nods and doesn't pay you any more attention, looking at Wonshik instead who just passes by you.

“We'll take another bottle of whiskey” one of the bodyguards tells you.

“Right away sir” you say, leaving the room. Sanghyuk raises an eyebrow at you and Hakyeon looks over as you walk to him.

“Another bottle of whiskey for the VIP room” you tell him.

“They're wasting time. Anything important would be done by now” Hakyeon says, pouring out a shot of vodka and lime soda for You.

“Taking any drastic measures will alert them to who we really are” You say, drinking the shot down in one go.

“Team meeting once we're all off our shifts. We need to discuss what's happened tonight” Hakyeon orders. You nod and go back to the room with the bottle.

The night passes without an incident or further discussions. Sejeong transcribes everything the bugged room picked up. Wonshik is the first to get off his shift, joining Sejeong in the van to help her. Hakyeon and Sanghyuk go next, making a round of the block to check for any tails.

You stay back, cleaning the counter top at the bar. Your earpiece is back on in case of emergencies. Lee Jaehwan is here as well. He stands by the grand piano set on the stage, fiddling with the keys as he talks to the the manager. Probably discussing his next performance. Though why someone who looks to be significant in the Serpents gang would have to work is beyond you.

Maybe you are reading it wrong. Maybe it's the old man who is significant and Jaehwan is just his arm candy. Maybe they humour him since he seems to be the only one who ever orders decisively, taking the awkward responsibility off their shoulders.

But Songbird is interesting. The way he tilts to his side, deep in thought and runs his finger down his jawline…

He yawns and you yawn and you freeze when he smirks at you. You weren't supposed to be staring. The vodka from two hours ago seems to be finally kicking in. Maybe you should have left this job to Hakyeon who was originally placed here.

You busy yourself in wiping the extra clean counter. Maybe you'll be the first to wear actual holes in the granite using felt cloth.

“I don't think scrubbing extra hard will get rid of imaginary dirt” Jaehwan says playfully, sitting opposite to you. The plus point of the granite top is that you see his reflection before he sits down and it gives you a split second to compose yourself.

“Can never be too clean” You say, shrugging your shoulders.

“Can't get more squeaky clean than a copper, can you?” Jaehwan asks, placing his head on his elbow. His eyes are cold and calculating, unlike his easy posture. His free hand reaches to pull out the concealed earpiece and he regards it with the rise of an eyebrow before turning it off.

“Did you really think we wouldn't notice?” he asks, returning the earpiece to You.

“If you knew we were present, why didn't you just leave?” You ask him. You should have kept a recording device on you, damn it.

“Silly little copper. Have you ever considered that we wanted your friends to overhear?” Jaehwan said.

“Who are you?” You ask, getting straight to the point. You won't get this chance to be face to face with him again.

“Just a simple errand boy. No one who should concern you. But you concern the Serpents” he told her.

“We haven't done anything wrong. You implied that you practically invited us to the meeting. We only needed to be sitting at the table” You said.

“You're looking for the Night Fox. The Serpents and the Panthers are too” Jaehwan tells you, folding his fingers.

“Why?” You ask. Any information you can get is good at this point.

“The Night Fox has crossed some powerful people and gotten the others…. concerned” Jaehwan said.

“And you'd like us to find him for you” You say.

“Yes” Jaehwan agrees, pushing his chair back and testing how he can tilt it.

“The Night Fox is a criminal and will be dealt with accordingly” You say, not promising anything.

“On the streets, the mafia are the judge jury and executioner.”

-x-

#wos spring 18 #mafia au #vixx fanfiction #vixx ken #vixx leo #with gugudan

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jjbaconsumedmysoul · 7 years

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Giorno x Reader: “It’s a Heist, Not a Date”

“I’m telling you it won’t fit!”

“Come on, suck in a bit more,”

“I going to die if I have to wear this freaking corset all night!”

“It just. a. dress.” Trish emphasised each word as she tugged the zipper up. You squeaked as it finally slid over your ribcage. The elegant gown seemed to you more like a prison than anything.

You had been with Passione for as long as you could remember, fighting by Buccellati’s side for what he believed in. When Giorno had joined, you immediately trusted him. Because Bruno trusted him. You had triumphed over Diavolo, but at the cost of four of your dearest friends. But now, Trish, Mista, and Giorno were the only friends and family you needed.

However, the dress was a bit much. You tested the constricting fabric by lifting up your leg as far as it could reach. It was halted by the sleek satin, and you cursed as you realised you might not be able to kick.

“Relax, (y/n), you look beautiful!”

“Why should I care how I look?” You groaned. “I'll probably be strangled before I can even step out of the limo.” Trish giggled knowingly.

“We both know why you should care…” You hit her jokingly, rolling your eyes. She loved to tease you about your crush on the boss. It had been a struggle after Buccellati died to accept him as your commander, especially considering your similarities in age. But over the years he became your closest comrade and confidant. He knew all of your secrets except your true feelings for him.

“Oww!” Trish was tugging at your hair, pinning the locks perfectly into place.

“Trish relax, it's a heist, not a date.”

“Well you have to have a proper disguise.” She yanked again as you swore under your breath.

You were actually quite pleased with the finishing product, though you made sure it would conceal the various daggers you had hidden around your body. Mista, who was playing the role of the limousine chauffeur called you out.

“Hurry up, Giorno’s already sitting back here!”

You hurried down the stairs, lifting your skirts so as not to trip on the cumbersome high heeled shoes. You muttered apologies as you scrambled into the back of the car, plopping down next to Giorno’s figure. It was then that you looked up at him.

Oh my…

His hair was sculpted perfectly, as usual, but he wore a dark blue suit unlike his standard attire. The sides of the jacket cut off at his waist, and draped around to form the coat tails at the back, emphasizing the curve of his hips. The entire thing was lined with a silky golden fabric. You could hardly help from drooling.

The limousine lurched forward, and he quickly grabbed you to his chest before you could fall out of your seat. You could feel his muscles beneath the dress shirt, and stifled a longing sigh.

“You okay (y/n)?” he asked gently. You merely nodded, unable to form words.

“You look very beautiful tonight, (y/n).” A smile crept to his lips, but you simply muttered a small “Thanks”, still trying to focus on anything but his handsome frame. You pulled away from him, twiddling your thumbs nervously, concentrating on reviewing the plan:

Arrive at the party, socialise with the guests, slip up the stairs and into the boss’ office, grab the papers and the loot, leave the sesame way we came.

The drive continued silently as you ran over this information in your head. However, you were startled as you felt a gloved hand on your shoulder.

“(Y/n), are you sure you're okay?”

“Yeah,” god, you hated it when he kept saying your name like that. Well, you loved it, but it was teasing all the same.

“Just trying to prepare–” He cut you off by bringing his finger to your lips.

“Just relax, we’ll sneak in, slip away, and no one will notice.” Giorno had a way of being extremely kind and extremely affectionate. But because of that, you could never tell if he was just being polite, or… passionate...

The car came to a screeching halt, Giorno holding his hand firmly on your waist to keep you from launching into the windshield.

“Damn it Mista, you drive just about as good as you shoot!” You smiled as Giorno chuckled at the joke. Mista began yelling at you as you and your companion exited the vehicle.

It was an elegant party coordinated by one of the richest mafiosos in all of Italy. And you were here to steal his plans. He extended his arm outwards to hold yours daintily, instructing Mista as to where to wait. Giorno led you out into the crowd of people swarming the garden grounds. Most were stout men in expensive suits or intimidating old ladies. The two of you rushed through the swarm, into the mansion.

The man hosting the party was certainly overconfident in his ability to protect the premises. There were many members of rival gangs invited, though none had the information that you were privy to. Your man on the inside had provided you with information, invitations, and the exact location of the loot.

You let out a slight gasp. It was breathtaking even compared to Passione’s headquarters.

You flinched slightly, feeling Giorno’s breath on your ear as he whispered.

“The far corner,” You turned to see the enemy and his guards packed in a tight clump. You nodded, understanding that the two of you should keep away.

Giorno and you wandered through occasionally talking to the rival gangsters, snacking on the gourmet hors d’œurves. a you were amazed by the chocolate fondue, laughing as you dipped various fruits into the fountain. You were quite enjoying yourself as you stalked before the appropriate time to strike.

You had just shoved another chocolate covered strawberry in your mouth, when Giorno nudges you. Knowing it was your cue? You sloppily chewed and swallowed, only to have him give out a small laugh. Turning towards him questioningly, you saw him reach for a napkin from the buffet. He carefully inspected your lip, and you almost panicked. He gently wiped the corner of your mouth.

Was he actually flirting with you? Or was this normal for him? He certainly hadn't acted this was around you before? Did he actually have feelings–

He grabbed your wrist roughly and pulled you through the crowd. The hive of people enveloped you as you made for the stairwell. Using your stand to conceal the both of you, you darted silently up each step. As your powers made you virtually undetectable by any human or machine, you slipped easily past several guards. Giorno muttered directions behind you as you made your way through the labyrinth of the mansion. Finally you arrived at a large mahogany door. Gold Experience touched the doorknob, transforming it into a bright red mushroom. It slid open as you gently nudged. You crept in, Giorno remaining outside to stand guard.

You knew your instructions well, quickly rifling through the desk drawer. You found the small envelope sealed with a red crest. Pushing the desk shut again, you tip toed (as much as you could in those stupid shoes) to the painting on the wall. It was stupid how so many mafiosos thought that it was brilliant to hide their safe in a secret compartment under a painting.

02, 43, 27

The lock clicked open. You retrieved only the cash you had been instructed to take, the money they had acquired through a massive drug deal and attack on a rival gang.

but as soon as you had wrapped your hands around the duffel bag, you heard the door. Something was wrong. You quickly but quietly replaced the painting, turning to see Giorno striding towards you. The doorknob had been fixed, and he frantically pushed you into the nearest storage closet. You silenced your breath as you heard raucous laughter, muffled from behind the drawers.

Your body began to heat as you felt Giorno hands pull your hips firmly to his in the cramped space. Your own palms pressed into his chiseled chest. But fear was the primary emotion you felt as the laughter grew louder. You heard the mahogany door give way one man, probably the boss, as he giggled drunkenly. Giorno drew in a silent breath, and his chest rose against yours.

Within a flash, the door was locked again, and laughter faded down the hall.

Giorno let out a deep sigh, his head drooping into the crook of your neck.

“Ready?” you asked

He opened the closet door as a sign of affirmation. You made your way to the window, using your brute force to slide it open. Giorno exited first, using his Hold Experience to turn the waterspout along the side of the wall into a sturdy vine. he easily slipped down, awaiting you at the bottom.

You smiled as you noticed how much he looked like a prince serenading the princess locked in the tower, but quickly pushed the thought out of your mind as you gathered your skirts and stepped into a small foothold. Then you heard a siren.

“Jump!” Giorno commanded. Trusting him fully, you fell into his arms as he began to run out the back and towards the car.

“Put me down,” you hissed into his ear. He clung to you even harder.

“We’re almost there,” Your heart raced as you began to hear gunshots.

“I’m just holding you down!”

“You can't run in those heels!”

The limousine pulled up to the curb. Mista emerged from the front seat, simultaneously trying to open the door for you and shoot at the guards.

“Hurry!”

Giorno, threw you into the back seat, leaping in after you, as Mista hurriedly slammed the door shut and got back in the front. The car began to roll, and Giorno, pressed his body down on top of yours to shield you from the bullets piercing the back windows. You were slammed and tossed about as you evaded the fire.

Suddenly it stopped. Everyone held their breath for a moment, making sure that the guards had given up. Finally, the tension dropped.

Giorno’s body seemed to collapse on yours, he looked, at you, trying to find something to say. Then, he hesitated.

His hips rested on top of yours, as one of his legs tangled in between your thighs. One hand was placed on the limousine floor just beside your head, while the other hand held your hip protectively. Your left arm was pulling his chest closer to yours as the other rested in his hair, where you had been covering his head in the event of a shattered window.

His bright blue eyes captured yours as you panted against each other. You could feel his heart beating rapidly. Slowly, his lips began to lower down onto yours.

You latched your fingers in his hair, pulling him into the kiss. His lips were soft as they kissed you again and again, and he brought his hand to your cheek. However, you held him firmly to you, not allowing him to separate as you lengthened the kiss. You could swear you felt him gasp as adrenaline continued to pump through your veins. But he continued to lean into you as you fiddled with his braid. His hand slid from the side of your face to your shoulder, almost to reach your chest.

Unconsciously, your hand reached for the hem of his jacket. He parted with you, as you let out a whimper, to cast off his coat and bow tie. As he began to unbutton the dress shirt, revealing a white tank underneath, you unbraided his hair so it ran freely down his shoulders. The shirt came off and he attacked you again while you slid your hands down his bare arms, feeling the muscles rippling beneath his skin. He grabbed your shoulders, firmly pinning you to the ground as his tongue trailed down your neck and you let out an unexpected gasp. He used the opportunity to come back to your mouth, kissing you with parted lips as you melted into his embrace. Your hands grabbed clumsily at his undershirt, slipping your fingers underneath to run across his bare back. He focused back on your neck, placing rough kisses down to your collarbone. As he bit and sucked, you drew him closer. In the heat of the moment, you ran his fingers through his hair another time, guiding his lips down even further. Your other hand continued to run down his shoulders, his back, reaching down to grab at his–

“MERDA!” You gasped and Giorno both gasped, craning your neck behind you, to see where the sound had come from.

The limousine had come to a stop and Mista had opened the door to check on you two… Only to find...

“Well it's about damn time, but not in the middle of a shootout, what the hell?!” He stomped off angrily.

You looked back at Giorno, whose expression had changed completely. He began apologising profusely.

“Mi amore, please forgive me, I don't know what came over me.” He climbed off of you and collected the discarded clothes.

You sat upright, still breathless.

“Giorno,” you asked. You had to ask.

“Do you… love me?”

His expression was gentle as he knelt down next to you. He placed his palm on your cheek.

“I have always loved you, (y/n).” You giggled at his words, pulling him into a final kiss before whispering in his ear.

“I love you too, boss.”

#giorno giovanna #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #x reader #reader insert #nsfw?

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happiness-in-fiction · 7 months

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Reverse cassette beast request: beast assign YOUR fos

waaaa,,,, okay! for a couple of my mains,, Batou: Southpaw

Oz: Scarleteeth

Copia/Papa IV: Skelevangelist

and En: Brushroom

#r: cyber soulmates #r: a silent howl in the night #r: you will never walk alone #r: mushroom mafioso

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aaronheatonwords · 7 years

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Yakuza 0

Sometimes a series exists on the periphery without being able to engage a certain audience. Despite being full of things that a person might like, be it intrigue or strong characters which challenge stereotypes or even just good old-fashioned dumb fun, something about it just won't grab the part of the brain that says, hey, set some time aside and enjoy this! Breaking Bad occupied this space in the part of my brain reserved for TV shows; even though the basis of the show checks every box I would want to see in a series, there's something about it that just pushes me away time and time again. At this point, it could just be the immense amount of hours that would have to be dedicated to it, and the fandom that would need to be fought off to talk candidly about it. Ultimately, though, a large part of the issue is that the zeitgeist surrounding the show has vanished. There are still plenty of people who think highly of it, but the frantic fan fervor surrounding it has come and gone.

Enter Yakuza 0. This series has existed since 2005, and as soon as it began to pick up steam in the West it has surfaced in one way or another with a very dedicated playerbase pushing for its release. Though the releases that have come to the west started out very questionably, the localization eventually found its footing and ditched English voice actors for a subtitled Japanese-only audio track. With that, the quality of the story seemed to soar and the people who loved Yakuza really loved Yakuza. A gritty crime drama full of double-crosses and intrigue, betrayal, violence and a healthy injection of Japanese culture set in a lovingly-rendered and small-scale city block; with a description like that, who could resist?

Unfortunately, me. Even though Yakuza sounds like precisely the sort of game I'd love, so much about it pushed me away. By the time it was feasible for me to acquire a copy of Yakuza in a timely manner, it had already had three prior entries. Start a series on the fourth game? No, ma'am! What about all of that rich characterization I was missing in the previous games? The hundreds of hours of ups and downs, tears, laughter, blood and sweat of our beloved cast of intrepid well-meaning criminals and their companions? Simply unthinkable.

When Yakuza 0 released in the west, it was on a wave of red-hot fans clamouring for a regular release schedule for the series. It came in hot, aided by the cheerleading of several industry figures I followed and respected very much (what's good Austin walker!), and it posed itself as a no-experience-necessary entry point to a series that had become daunting to approach in any other manner. With a few videos of breakdancing mafioso-types and some gratuitous violence, Yakuza 0 had grabbed me with its clammy hands, looked into my eyes, and ignited a fire in my loins that would make the bravest firefighter think twice about their line of work.

Starting with a loan collection spearheaded by a young Kiryu Kazama, Yakuza 0 quickly sees things go south for who would become our main man in the series. Kiryu's mark turns up dead by way of hot lead to the brain, he was the last one known to have seen the man, and on top of that the murder draws attention to a heretofore unknown piece of land that stands to dismantle a carefully-constructed real estate takeover. As a greenhorn in the yakuza, he makes an easy target for three lieutenants vying for position inside of the clan. Refusing to bend to their will begins the tale of the Dragon of Dojima's rise from lowly recruit to legend within the organisation. Parallel but in tandem with Kiryu's situation is Goro Majima, a disgraced ex-yakuza whose existence has been relegated to brown-nosing and shoe-kissing until his untold crime has been atoned for. Together, they rattle the chain of the yakuza and cement their standing.

Before you can dismantle a clan from the inside, though, you have to get used to the lifestyle. Yakuza 0 revels in its setting, filling the city of Kamurocho with bright lights and crowds and attractions galore. Despite being a PS3 game ported to the PS4, its density of crowds and detail is impressive. Trading pure scale for intimacy and detail, walking the city streets inspires a sort of awe for the times. There are restaurants of every corner, people soliciting you from doorsteps and crowds getting in your way. Even walking is a struggle as you bump and bounce off of the people strolling up and down the streets. The economic bubble of the times is played up and the revelry can be felt from the non-stop noise to the random bar hoppers you can find stumbling around and puking in alleyways. While the framerate isn't always very happy with this attention to detail, a few hours of adjustment will make it all worth it.

Yakuza 0 affords a special spotlight for the interactions between Kiryu and his friends and rivals, however. The three lieutenants who stand in Kiryu's way as he attempts to clear his name are imposing figures, despite mostly operating from the shadows. Their faces are rendered in face-punchingly beautiful detail, every crow's foot and furrow present during close-ups and fights. With such expressive and detailed faces, it makes it incredibly easy to get lost in the situations they present to Kiryu as he fights his way through his predicaments.

On that note, fight you do! At such a young age, we get to see Kiryu at his meanest and most impulsive, and Majima as he falls back into his scrappy ways. The game starts with two beatings, one of a group of hooligans and one of a couple of (presumably) innocent drunks. As you fight, your fists glow with intensity, called Heat, and you can use it to unleash brutal power moves. Combat itself is a basic brawler with simple punches, kicks and grabs at your disposal supplemented by the ability to pick up and swing a variety of environmental items. You can brandish bats, swords, trash cans and benches, motorbikes and a number of other ridiculous objects as you throw down in the streets. The Heat moves are what serves to make the combat stand out, however. Frankly, they're just rude. Slamming heads in car doors, shaking salt into eyeballs, throwing people into rivers, breaking arms and legs and smashing faces into brick walls all while yen explodes out of the poor souls caught between your knuckles and the ground makes for an empowering (and sometimes revolting) combat system.

Majima and Kiryu are capable of more than just busting skulls, though, as good as they are at it. Between story missions and fist fights are a staggering amount of side quests. Some are happened upon by accident, some are brought on by intentionally seeking things out, but all of them are worth at least a smile and many more are worth some genuine laughter. A big thumbs up goes out to the localization team, of course, but the bulk of the work must have been done by the original writers. Though this game has such a self-serious and intense story, the side quests offer a reprieve from the emotional tax that the main story levies from the player. In the span of an hour, you can go from helping break up a panty-selling ring to break-dancing with a world-famous pop star to helping a reporter infiltrate a weapons-trading ring to helping a poor soul sell some mushrooms. No, like mushrooms. Like really mushrooms. Actual cooking mushrooms. Majima and Kiryu, who are generally straightforward and ambitious characters, are given a chance to revel in silliness and break character in a way that lets both the players and the story have room to breathe and decompress between intense beats.

As fun as the world is to exist in and as well-detailed as the city is, it can sometimes lead to disappointment. There is so much to see that there's a compulsion to attempt to take part in everything, which often leads to a feeling of having hit a dead end. The mini-map and map denote which buildings have interactions built into them, but visually there are almost no differences between buildings which house a minigame or unique characters and buildings that are simply set dressing. Without a clear visual tell, it can lead to situations where an NPC asking for your business is nothing more than audiovisual noise, rather than the potential sidequest or event that they seemed to be setting themselves up as. Even towards the end of the game, I was hoping for more of the city of open itself up to me, in density rather than pure size. Unfortunately the two playable areas don't change very much, aside from the occasional story beat forcing the player down a predetermined path. The city feels more alive than most open worlds accomplish in their entire maps, but it can often lead to disappointment when trying to enjoy the area.

The biggest issue with the game is how ancillary Majima's story feels in comparison to Kiryu's. Kiryu serves as the driving force and heart of the game, being the central figure that the Yakuza are trying to track down and the de-facto lead of the series. He is driven, determined, and unafraid of the threats on his life in a way that gives his story an almost unstoppable sense of momentum. Majima, on the other hand, feels as if he's constantly being played by other forces in the story. While he is a far cry from Kiryu in the sense that he's more willing to get his hands dirty and engage in foul play, his character feels somewhat caught in the currents of the story instead of a force shaping the events. While Majima's story is well-written, I found myself dying to get back to Kiryu nearly every time Majima came into play. There is plenty of ridiculousness to be had with Majima and Osaka is a fun playground to exist in, but without a connection to him I found myself more curious about the opposing half of the story. This may come own to preference, but Kiryu's story felt the stronger of the two by a significant margin.

After years and years of holding out on the series, Yakuza 0 feels like the perfect point for newcomers to jump in. Even though it's full of nods to the later games (even as a newcomer, they feel fairly obvious), none of it feels obtuse or played up in such a way that new players will feel left out. Kiryu and Majima are introduced and set up with lots of room to grow, and indeed do change and adapt over the course of the game. While anyone with knowledge of later games will have a decent idea of where things will end, the journey of getting to that point is consistently gripping and dripping with dramatic tension that few other games even approach. The city clocks of Kamurocho and Osaka make for very beautiful and intricate locales, even if they do sometimes feel slightly restricted. For lovers of crime dramas and brawlers, for those who can sink into a well-realized space and everyone who loves Japanese culture and history, Yakuza 0 is a treat.

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The gypsy girl said it herself, the cards looked good. But what did that really mean? And good for whom? There was lots going on here. Were we now putting our faith entirely in the hands of the unknown, like buffalo teeth and painted chicken’s feet? When you believe in things you don’t understand, then you suffer superstition. Methinks this does not bode well.

Mercury was supposedly in retrograde, whatever the great Gravy Crockett that meant. And this was somehow supposed to translate into everything coming up wine and roses? With hindsight being twenty-twenty, the lens of wisdom would surely suggest nades. F’sho, no. Who could know that the red haired gypsy girl’s words would herald both delicious ecstasy and unimaginable peril? Such is the way here in the proverbial pocket of things. Welcome to the Mother Land. This is the briar patch and you, little mister, have enlisted in the Army of Northern Virginia. Don’t worry. We won’t have you hiking through the brambles. This is Thomas Jackson country and The Low-Brow Summer Tour 2018 has come to a close with the nailtravels team mounting a guerrilla offensive on Lockn’ Festival. Mission accomplished, it’s Lockn’ 2018: The Lowest Brow.

Ambassadors extraordinaire, Lockn’ 2018

Lockn’ Festival, formerly known as Interlocken Music Festival, is an annual four-day music festival held at Oak Ridge Farm in Arrington, Virginia. It is a headier-than-thou, jam-band, wavy gravy, funk heavy camping/music experience in the gentle hills of southern Virginia. It gets it’s name from the rotating stage that showcases performers as the end of one act overlaps the beginning of the next. Bands like Lettuce and Umphrie’s Magee played to and with each other as the musical transition took place to the seamless delight of thousands.

Past artists include Gov’y Mule, String Cheese, moe, John Fogerty, Greensky Bluegrass, The Avett Brothers, Ween, Phish, Twiddle, My Morning Jacket, John Butler, Chris Robinson Brotherhood, Little Feat, Robert Plant, Jefferson Airplane, Carlos Santana, Tom Petty, The Wood Brothers, Willie Nelson, Hot Tuna, Zac Brown, Jimmy Cliff, Col. Bruce Hampton and who cares? That’s plenty.

Main stage, LOCKN’ Sat. night: photo by Jessica Brightsen.

For once, Baitbucket felt reasonably healthy. The yellow foam had stopped seeping from the corner of his right eye and his back felt strangely quiet. The knees and ankles were holding together and, barring an unforeseen incident, he might be able to run the gauntlet. A gauntlet to be sure. infinity Downs Farm is a gigantic property littered with rvs, tents and ez-ups. Laid out over miles of hippies and clay trails, every exploratory adventure covers several square miles of travel. And that doesn’t include the multiple unexpected detours that seem to be popping up all the time. Jubba jubba.

Bobby

New friends.

Dead & Co. LOCKN’ 2018: photo by Kevin Crowley

Johnny and Bobby, LOCKN” 2018

The fam. LOCKN’ 2018

Dead & Co. with Branford Marsalis, LOCKN’ 2018: photo by Neal Hart

Sugarplum and Huckleberry get hitched at Church, LOCKN’ 2018.

Argentina, John and Sugarplum, LOCKN” 2018: photo by Liz Riddick

Scott and Joe solving the mysteries of the universe, LOCKN’ 2018.

And another thing, LOCKN’ 2018

Jaime and Argentina, LOCKN’ 2018

So pretty, LOCKN’ 2018

Lockn’ 2018 Breakdown:

Wednesday: Welcome to the Leaning Tower of the Yoga Machine. Broken beads, broken backs, cool nights and warm days are the order. For festival fun, it doesn’t get any better. It’s way too early to be having this much fun and besides, the cards wouldn’t lie. Please be sure to check your gluten at the flap. The yurt was set up in High Field RV with three recreational vehicles, three tents, three awnings, two ez-ups. It’s true, the Huckleberries and the Baitbuckets of the world can come together and let PBR and Natty Light fans play together as one single neck of color. It’s a fact, some people should not be in charge of putting up the yurt. Namaste.

Thursday: By Thursday evening, cat head mushroom chocolates had turned many of the festivarians into silly puddles of unraveled string. There were even reports of dead people. Go figure. Imagine live Lettuce into Umphrey’s into Lettuce with the funk and back into Umphrey’s. Some of the Umphrey’s show was, as usual, hard to wrap the head around. Kind of like Chinese math. In the words of Lord Buckley, “They stomped on the terra.” Joe Russo’s Almost Dead closed out the night with a set that included an Easy Wind and Row Jimmy. Thank you Sarah and Steve for the late night fellowship at the Jerry Garcia Forest. It’s better when we camp together.

Late night on the mountain, the light fog blurred the edges of the rising moon. By Sunday Funday, it would be full and the patients would surely be running the asylum.

Friday: Umphrey’s Mcgee did what they do again, and along with Jason Bonham and Derek Trucks, they shredded the Zeppelin cover, “Whole Lotta Love”. After a complete afternoon of funk it would be up to WSMFP and the Spreadnecks to deliver the big punch Friday night and, as always, they were up for the challenge. Clayopheus III the Destroyer showed up toward the end of their set and things would never be the same. Late night on the way to the Jerry Garcia Forest heralded the arrival of a new, bright green planet in our own solar system. Imagine the surprise.

JRAD Friday Midnight Setlist

Tell Me, Momma Viola Lee Blues St. Stephen The Eleven St. Stephen reprise Ophelia Atlantic City Viola Lee Blues jam China Cat Sunflower I Know You Rider Feel Like a Stranger Shakedown Street

The Friday night party ended up at the Jerry Garcia Forest for a night of Jerry bluegrass and dancing in the street. Baitbucket couldn’t yet locate the Michiganders, so he found his way back to J’s Dablature Experiment for late night cordials and low-temperature silliness. He was last seen, walking around in small circles looking for his campsite until the wee hours of the early morning. Worm hole Watusi of the first order, to be sure.

Saturday (SNUCKN’): The Lowest Brow–Stonewall’s festival experience had found the perfect rhythm. He’d ingested a virtual cornucopia of unknown chemicalia into his blood stream and his head was all right. He’d lined himself with such a bouquet of uppers and downers, just to let them fight it out, leaving him somewhere close to level. The Mafioso had come bearing enough gifts, like Shawsville strawberry moonshine and recreational bath salts, to weaken a large pack animal, and throughout the tents and shade canopies that lined the festival fields, candy was being tossed around like Mardi Gras Tuesday. It was around four in the afternoon and the day had left him careless and fancy free. He was heading in to see Pigeons Playing PIng Pong thinking about E A Sy. For a gangster, he loved that band and never missed a chance to see them. It would be cooler if he was here packing a vat of his crotch whiskey. Not a single care in the world. Walking through the security checkpoint, he broke the fourth rule of adult caution and forgot about the container of contraband in the lower pocket of his cargo shorts. Oopsie…Upon detection, Stonewall made a confused mumbling sound and turned to walk away in a reserved and patient manner. In retrospect, he might should have hauled some serious ass, but he liked to think that the days of barefootly climbing chain link fences were behind him. For some reason that can’t be explained here, the security volunteer alerted the legitimate gestapo and they lit out in pursuit of the unsuspecting perp, faster than a West Texas jackrabbit. What was happening? In one nanosecond, he was back in the clutches of the pigs and they were already predictably obstinate. Things had turned due south and this was certainly not one of those “good choices” that Sunshine had suggested, in some other place and some other time. As he strode away from the security guard he removed the small vial from his pocket and began dumping out it’s contents into the Virginia brush, until a police officer donned in a black golf shirt, rudely snatched it from his hands. He pushed into Stonewall’s face and shouted, “Why did you try and dump it out?” “I figured if I dropped the whole thing it would be conspicuous,” forgetting, yet again, that honesty is never the best policy when dealing with law dogs of any kind.` With the click of the handcuffs, he accepted the fact that this was definitely on and he had finally managed to reach the lowest brow. Having penned the term, Darth Waffle would be pleased. Things were finally getting colorful. He was tossed into a cop golf cart and taken to a cop single wide modular home where his fate lay in the hands of cops on computer monitors. Visions of Spring Reunion began flashing in his mind’s eye. Never tie a pit bull to a wheel barrow.

Seated in the well-lit room next to a gaggle of child cops, the next immediate goal was to hold it together and not appear too faded. Apparently, it can be a crime. Who can imagine how his outward appearance physically looked under a careful and prolonged examination by these trained Nazis? In a well-lit room, it seemed like a real long shot. If these Virginia puerco even suspected what drugs he’d ingested, he’d be on his way to the hospital for a good old fashioned stomach pumpin’. Hell, he couldn’t even remember what he’d taken during the first half of this day, which seemed so far away. The walkabout had lasted most of the morning, visiting the headiest folk around the site and ingesting God only knows what. Here in the mid-afternoon, his innards could only be characterized as a chemical toilet. Mission accomplished yo.

As the interrogation lingered, his mouth began to fill up with what he imagined creosote would taste like and the sweat, once again, began to foam and burble. There was still the business card of acid in his wallet and a couple ten strips already cut. Hopefully he wasn’t sweating so much as to render it useless. When the pigs looked closer, and they surely would, they’d find it and ship him off to Red Onion State Prison for the rest of his days. Finally, the silly dream of freedom would be, once and for all, put down like a rabid cur. As he spoke with the local magistrate via skype, things continued to get increasingly foggy. There were so many questions. The whole thing seemed to be going to hell as he began to turn into warm mush right in front of the magistrate. “Did you get a DUI in Colorado?” “Nope. Detained but no charges.” Complete lies. “Are you sick?, Do you have any needles in your pocket?” Stonewall replied, “Not sick and no idea what’s in my pocket.” The next few minutes blurred into each other and accurate reporting was impossible. The magistrate switched off and he asked the young cop a questions. “Can you please let me know when this process has moved upstairs, past your influence, so I’ll know when to stop worrying?” “We’re going to need to go to your campsite and go through your tent to check it for contraband,” they mused. Stonewall’s face hardened as he considered the idea of sheriffs loaded up in golf carts assaulting the camp site of his new friends. “That’s gonna have to be a no,” he finally said. “It would not be classy to pull up, in front of the campsite, with a bunch of unshaven gestapo. Besides, I don’t even know what’s in the tent.”

“Why are you saying that you don’t know what’s in the tent?” “It’s not my tent. Those thugs are from North Carolina. Who knows what kind of contraband they’re hauling around. Just leave me out of it.” For some reason, this seemed to placate the law dogs and they forgot about raiding the campsite. All good news, but they weren’t handing over the keys to the city just yet. A cop sat next to him, while they waited for the magistrate’s decision and struck up a little small talk. “Thanks for being cool about everything. We appreciate your cooperation. We had another guy come through here and shit everywhere. The walls. The chair you’re sitting in. Everything. He sprayed his filth all over the place before we got him out of here.” Stonewall considered the raw nature of man and the unfiltered savagery that might reveal itself as the cold gates of the underground begin to seal itself. The possibilities were endless. Stonewall looked over at the cop, “I have to admit, I considered it. If you knew you were going to jail, it might be a pretty funny way to go out.” The cop smiled, “Plenty of people think that. It’s not funny.”

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” Good news from the magistrate. This was just one spun hippy and these nice folks had bigger fish to fry. There would be free air to breathe for one more day. Park employees, however, were waiting with scissors in hand. “If you are found on the property you will be arrested” the supervisor grumbled. He was given one more free golf cart ride, past the cars and tents, by the front gate and all the way to the Thomas Nelson Highway. It was a dark time but it was better than jail. This whole trip was had cost a pretty penny and now he was going to spend Saturday night in a local saloon. Weak.

Heading west on highway 29, he walked against the traffic on the gravel shoulder and considered his options. He could continue this way until he found a gas station. That would supply him with enough cigarettes and beer to make it to a hotel or a bar. He still had his phone and wallet, even if the rest of his paltry possessions were still at the yoga machine. It would all be fine. He would find a hole in the wall bar and drink scotch until he felt better. Then, he would take his first shower in days and sleep in a freezing hotel room. Not too bad for a plan B.

The whole idea made him absolutely sick.

He knew the people he was leaving behind and the fun they were going to be having together. He was reminding of Thatcher at Spring Reunion and how the family suffered after Live Oak law dogs took him away in chains. The party goes on, but profoundly suffers for the lost soldier. He would also be spending somewhere in the neighborhood of two-thousand dollars before this exercise was finally concluded, and that was worthy of a most serious effort.

Maybe there was another idea.

As he walked toward the interstate, he surveyed the layout of the surrounding fields and thicket. It was dense forest patches separated by farm fields and a few houses. For about a mile, he studied the lay of the land and began to consider the possibility of sneaking back into the festival without a bracelet. It would be straight out of Vinny’s book. Or Scotteesha. Or even Thatcher. Heckfire, this was out of Thomas Jackson’s book. Just down the street from Danville and Apomattox, welcome to the Army of Norther Virginia. Wearing flip flops, he was going to hump four square miles through country forest and sneak back in like a damn hippy. Cheyenne was right. He was the wook his parents had always warned him about. He turned off the road into the treeline, ate a five strip of acid and headed south. He would stay in the shade until he was off the main road, then all he had to do was follow the music, all the way home. For the moment, things were looking up,

As he hiked through the Virginia underbrush, sunset brought out the woodland critters. Deer and owls joined him in his hunt for the back door. Day turned to night and he took his time through the brush. He figured being impatient would lead to injury or cause him to be discovered traipsing through the brambles. Flip flops seemed like a silly way to navigate the streams and fields, but at least he wasn’t barefoot. The briars and thorny vines clung to his arms and legs as he lumbered through the dense thicket. The moon was going to be a waxing gibbous, which would surely assist with navigation and each time he drifted too far south, the sing-song voice of Susan Tedeschi guiding him back through the Virginia woods. The distant rumble of such tunes as Statesboro Blues, Alabama, by Neil Young and Mahjoun with Brandford Marsalis, kept him on the right trail. Behind Tye River Elementary School, back into the brush and then to cross Diggs Mountain Road. He was guided by the Aretha Franklin cover, “I Never Loved a Man (The Way I Loved You)”, “Bound For Glory” with Ivan Neville, “A Song For You” by Leon Russell. into “Little Martha” and “Whipping Post”. Thanks for the breadcrumbs, lady. After walking for a couple of hours, he came across some tents in the woods. This would be Forest Tent Camping, which happened to be directly across the street from High Field RV and his campsite. Things were beginning to look up. It was time to change the shirt and hat and sit down for a cold brew. The party would just be getting started.

He wasn’t entirely ready to give up on the music. He came to this festival to see Dead & Co. and that still needed to happen. Stonewall poked around the VIP area and behind the stage, looking for a chink in the armor, some place he could slip in. He spied an opening in the fence and started up a conversation with the nearby security guard. The guard lamented over the piece of broken wooden fence. “These hippies try to sneak in here, legs all slashed up and with no bracelet. They even broke my fence.”

Stonewall’s brain lit up with a new idea. “It’s real interesting that you should say that, because that’s exactly what I’m trying to do. I need you to let me get through that opening in the fence.”

He asked, “Do you have a bracelet?”

“Nope. They cut it off when they threw me out. But it would be real cool to get back in and rejoin my people before Dead & Co. kick off.”

The security guard began looking over his shoulder at the other gates and leaned in. “There’s folks working inside that fence and if they see you, they’re going to say something, so here’s what we’re gonna do. I’ll take you by the shirt like you’re in trouble. We’ll walk right by everyone and when we get out of sight, I”ll lose you.”

“That sounds perfect.”

Dead & Co.: Back into venue just in time for Oteil’s birthday. Both the rail and field were thick with the best vibe ever. Something about the good ol’ Grateful Dead. They just make everything so much fun. It was a night for adventurous lurking. The first set brought out a Ramble On Rose-Alabama Getaway-Cassidy. The second set blew up an, Oteil-led Fire On the Mountain into a celebratory China Cat Sunflower. Two hours earlier he’d been alone, hiking through the back field of Ol’ Virginny, now he was sitting on a blanket, surrounded by the most beautiful people ever. Colorful.

Highlight of the festival: Saturday night’s midnight set included Lettuce with Eric Krasno Celebrating JGB, joined by Bob Weir, John Mayer and Oteil Burbridge in a set that tore up the mountain and set the beat for the rest of the night.

Finders Keepers I Second That Emotion Stop That Train (Oteil Sings) After Midnight ( John in for the jj cale spectacular) Sugaree (let Bobby sing) Tangled Up In Blue (that makes sense) That’s What Love Will Make You Do (it’s too serious to be funny) How Sweet It Is to Be Loved by You (the alpha and the omega) Cats Under the Stars (second one of the weekend) They Love Each Other (holy moly)

Lettuce called it a celebration of the Jerry Garcia Band after it was all said and done, a celebration is exactly what it felt like.

Dead & Co. Another Saturday Night, LOCKN’ 2018: photo by Karley Bear

Sunday Spunday: All hail a festival that uses it’s Sunday for a good cause. Bloody Mary brunch was served at Chris’ Opium Den near the Jerry Garcia Forest. Thank you SolarWolf and LunarWolf for the most seriously fun time ever. Thank you El Capitano for physically removing all the love governors. You’re headier than thy? The party got riled up when Cheyenne began lopping off her dreadlocks to trade for hugs. Fortunately, she was sedated before she could do too much damage. God willin’ and the Creek don’t rise. Check out the new Google map application that allows you to easily search for “tweakers near me”. Congratulations to Sugarplum and Huckleberry for getting hitched at Keller Williams and Grateful Gospel during Eyes of the World. These folks met at the same show, at the same spot three years earlier. It certainly is the dismal tides when Cook County trash can come down south and pilfer our own belles. It has been a proven formula for the ages, church is a great place to meet girls. Go Cubs.

Dead & Co.: And things were going so well for Stonewall. Left by Clayopheus, his recently acquired Staff bracelet was no more than a tattered chicken bone of a thing, held on by other bracelets and falling off every few steps. It was so frayed and torn, it looked as if he’d eaten if off of his wrist. Even the beer girl noticed when he wasn’t wearing one, and beyond the recognition, said nothing. All in all, he was back into the venue, this time enjoying the entire Tedesci-Trucks show into the night’s Dead. Then it happened… “I take a little powder, take a little salt, put it in my shotgun, I go walkin’ out…” Oh lordy, not this. The first set smattering Grateful ettoufee spun into a Mr. Charlie→Tennessee Jed→Althea that tripped every breaker on the mountain. The second set showed an Eyes of the World and Morning Dew with Branford Marsalis that left tears staining the front of tie dyes everywhere. Wolly bully. Mr. Charlie told me so.

Sugarplum and Huckleberry, Sunday at Tedesci-Trucks Band, LOCKN’ 2018.

Bob, John and Oteil join Lettuce and Eric Krasno for the JGB tribute Sat. night, LOCKN’ 2018.

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Headed back to South Florida, for days the toenails would still be dyed with Virginia red clay. Charlotte storms postponed our flight and the guitar was destroyed by baggage carriers. That’s three guitars since Hulaween. This lifestyle is getting expensive.

“Does this mean I can use your ticket for Floydfest?”

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For our first Lockn’, it really had a little of everything you look for in a festival. Deer, dead people, research-grade narcotics, moonshine and spilled wine. Everyone brought their best effort and after it was all said and done, very little was left on the vine. Old friends came together with new ones and alliances were formed that would last a lifetime. We are on the lookout for Brian at Live Oak and his Mr. Clinkies. October is one of the best times for festivals at the Spirit of Suwannee Music Park in North Florida. Get ready for Suwannee Roots Revival and Hulaween coming up fast. See you under the Thunder Chicken.

LOCKN’ 2018: The Lowest Brow The gypsy girl said it herself, the cards looked good. But what did that really mean? And good for whom?

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