#before anyone asks yes i already owned that entire outfit

[wicked-jade]

Will you get a load of this guy! Dressing up as a skeleton for Halloween?! The nerve! The cultural appropriation!! How dare you!

Well, guess what, Goldilocks? Two can play that game! If you’re going as me, then I’m going as you!

Look at me, I'm Johnny Lawrence. I love drinking beer, wearing flannel, and ogling Val Kilmer's abs.

Have fun hiding in a bathroom stall and rolling the world’s saddest joint, Blondie. I’m going trick or treating. I bet LaRusso has the good treats. Full-sized Snickers, maybe a six pack of Banquet, dat ass…

Wait, what?! WTF is this?? White Claw? LaPusso gave me White Claw?! What a nasty trick! I mean, I’m definitely gonna drink it, but still! What did I do to deserve this? It's not like I’m the one who painted a dick on his billboard.

I won't stand for this injustice! Get in, loser! Let’s go toilet paper LaRusso’s house!

🎃💀🎃Happy Halloween!!🎃💀🎃

#should i have been writing instead of doing this? probably #before anyone asks yes i already owned that entire outfit #and yes i was very VERY bored #happy halloween y'all #johnny lawrence #skelly johnny #cobra kai

[pwinkprincess]

my doll, my princess ୨ৎ

megumi roughly fucking his princess :3 ୨ৎ

⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ MY DOLL, MY PRINCESS ⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ ---> aged up (20+) characters, emo x bimbo, creampie, p in v, rough sex, praising, pet names (baby, princess), light begging, oral sex [m receiving], squirting, dom/sub undertones, breeding kink, possessiveness, talks of recording, black reader :3 but anyone can read

megumi can’t help it. the way your naturally full lips turn into a pout whenever he says something you don’t want to hear. the way your acrylic nails scratch over his arm (or sometimes his scalp whenever he’s feeling extra vulnerable). the way you’d say ‘gumi’ with a huff as you try to defend yourself from his teasing. you look so innocent but in reality you’re his slutty girl.

no one ever said being a sorcerer would be easy, hell, if anything he got told everyday that it’s hard. but as he aged and grew into an adult, he found balancing a normal life and being a sorcerer impossible. he would come home at inconsistent hours in the morning, just to go back to work a few hours later. it was genuinely becoming a job instead of a passion.

it felt like he was already tensed and pent up. he tried working out for extensive hours, didn’t work. he tried sparring with yuji, didn’t work. he even reluctantly went to get a massage with nabora, still didn’t work. he was beginning to accept that this was his life now. he now understood why nanami walked around with a permanent frown. 

that was all until he discovered you. he had exited the local cafe after ordering himself a iced white mocha frappe. he had just got done with an intense session in the gym and felt like he earned himself a sweet treat. he was walking towards his car that was parked in the parking lot until he heard a feminine voice squeak out, ‘sir!’. he turned around and that’s when his eyes landed on a brown skinned woman. her entire outfit was decked out in pink, there were cute little bows in her hair, and her outfit was a mini skirt with a cropped shirt. she was absolutely adorable.

“yes?” megumi asks with a confused expression on his face.

her heel boots clacked against the concrete as she made her way towards him. megumi realized that she’s actually even more breathtaking up close. the way her head had to turn up to make eye contact with him made his dick stir with curiosity. 

“uhm, so, i noticed you from where i sat in the cafe.. and i think you’re really handsome and i wanted to know if i could get your number.” megumi’s eyes shifted from confusion to shock, he had never been approached so boldly before. he found himself enjoying the boldness.

“i-i.. sure?” he responded. this was so abrupt that he didn’t have time to seem confident. suddenly, he remembered he’s all sweaty and possibly flushed still. he should’ve taken a shower at the gym instead of waiting to get home.

a smile adorned her pretty face. great, she’s even prettier when she smiles. megumi felt like he was going to faint.

“gumi, am i not making you feel good?” your voice knocks him out of his thoughts. his eyes glance down to where you are. you’re seated in between his legs with drool dripping down your face. you hold his dick in your hand casually as if it was a natural thing to do. there’s a pout on your face as you look up at him for reassurance. 

“you are, baby. you’re making me feel so fucking good.” he leans up a little so that he could cradle your cheek with one hand, “i’m sorry, i just got lost in my thoughts for a second.” he coos as he replaces your hand on his dick with his own. he guides your head back onto it and like the good girl you are you open your mouth and welcome his dick back into your mouth.

he uses two hands to guide your head back and forth. the sound and feeling of you gagging as you try to deepthroat makes megumi’s eyes roll back. he uses your head as if it’s a fleshlight. his hips occasionally buck to meet your mouth, no matter how many times he tries to suppress doing so. 

your hands rest on his thighs as you squeeze your eyes closed. stray tears escape from your eyes, no matter how many times you try to blink them back. 

megumi still could not believe he has gotten his hands on something so delicate. that little innocent facade you like to put on towards strangers. megumi had fell for it until you practically begged him to let you ride his cock. he still remembers how tears and drool leaked out as you bounced your way into becoming dick dumb.

“my little cockslut.” he coos at you. when you moan out from his words, it sends a vibration up his cock causing his toes to curl. “fuck- i wanna cum inside your tight pussy, baby. c’mere.” he slowly removes his cock from your mouth, he bites down on his lip while he watches you smear your own drool and his precum on your gorgeous face. “my nasty girl.” he says as he pulls you up and onto his lap.

you let out a breathy gasp when you feel the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit, it’s almost embarrassing how fast your hips begin to buck. megumi would usually tease your clit some more but he had already denied himself once when you were sucking his cock. he was feeling way too sensitive to tease you.

“gumiiiiii.” you whined as he slowly began entering you. your pussy immediately began clenching around his length as he made slow work of bottoming out inside of you. “haaaa! gumi your cock is so big!” you always knew how to stroke his ego.

“shh, princess. you’re gonna take my cock like you always do. be my good girl.” he says as he softly thrusts his hips up.

being the pillow princess you are, of course you’re gonna ride with your knees instead of planting your feet. you press your chest that was poorly covered with a size too small bikini top against his as you begin meeting his thrusts. he doesn’t waste any time getting rougher with you. his hands grab the fat of your ass cheeks as he plumpets into you. 

“shit!” you gasp as your eyes roll back.

“watch your mouth.” he threatens. 

you lower your head and begin placing sloppy kisses on his jaw as an apology. your acrylic nails press into his shoulder blades as you try to take everything he’s giving you without complaint. the sound of your wet pussy making noise every time he slams back into you is enduring. 

“i should record you, let everyone see how my little innocent girl is actually a slut.” he pumps faster into you. you couldn’t keep up with his inhumane speed, you were practically forced to just stay there and take it. “wouldn’t do that though. you and this pussy belongs to me, no one deserves to see it.” he growls out. the feeling of his grasp tightening on your ass cheeks makes you groan.

“yes, gumi! i’m yours, only yours! no one else's!” you scream out once you feel your stomach flutter. megumi knowing you like the back of his hand, lets go of your ass cheek and instead starts rubbing at your clit.

“cum for me, baby.” he coaxes. he rubs with an almost painful speed. your breathing gets caught in your chest as you try to warn him that you’re coming. your poor pussy squirts around his cock. the fluid streaming out like a jet.

megumi moans shamelessly at the sight and feeling. his toes curl as he suddenly leans up and bites into your shoulder. his cock twitches as his sensitive tip begins spurting out his cum right into your pussy.

“gonna make you a fucking mother. have you so full and round with my seed.you want that? hm, baby? you wanna walk around with my claim on you?” he babbles drunkenly.

“yes, gumi! please make me a mother! please!” you agree in the heat of the moment. the two of you continue talking dumbly to each other until megumi finally stop orgasming. he pulls out and his cum immediately drips down onto his thigh.

“fuck, princess.” he mumbles before pulling you into a kiss. “what do you say for me cumming in you?” he asks once he pulls away.

“thank you, gumi.” you reply with a bright smile. fuck, you’re so pretty.

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[abbyromanoff]

MILF!Reader slowly realizing that her son's BFF/GF, MJ, has been flirting with her for a while now.

A DIRTY FLIRT

PAIRINGS: MJ x reader

WORD COUNT: 1815

WARNINGS: flirting, age gaps, small angst, sexual themes but no sex, MJ being a huge flirt and tease and hot as SHITTT, milf!R, R is married but it’s not cheating…yall will get it, MJ is 19!!, think that’s it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

You turned as you heard the door creak open and your son yelling out to you, and only seconds later he was in the kitchen with two friends you assumed were from school.

“Hey, mom! I hope it’s okay I brought some friends over, this is Ned as you already know and this is MJ, she’s new to the school.” Peter spoke, and you waved to the other boy when his name was addressed as you had already met him years earlier. He was a regular at your house as Peter was at his, but the girl was fresh. She had long curls that were slightly messy, and her outfit was more laid back like the other two.

“Hello, Ned, it’s great to see you again. And hello, MJ, it’s lovely to meet you, dear.” You felt her eyes follow up and down your body twice before a small grin fell on her face and she nodded to your greeting.

“We have a science project so we were going to go and, well, do that. I’ll be in my room if you need me.” The three began walking towards the room until you called for your son. He stopped in his tracks and told Ned to bring MJ to his room to get started before turning to your direction again.

“Just…have fun and,” You looked to where the two were, hoping they were out of ear shot before finishing your sentence. “Keep the door cracked.”

“Mom!”

“What! I’m just saying, you’re in college now and I know kids your age like to, you know, experiment-”

“Please stop talking about sex, I promise MJ is just a friend, I don’t see her in any weird way.”

“Just keep it open a little, it’s not like I’m going to be standing there stalking you three.” He agreed before rushing off. That was the first time you had met the girl, but it would definitely not be the last. She was there for the next three days until they finished the assignment, and each day you felt her watching you like a hawk. Whenever you called them for dinner or she had to go to the bathroom, her eyes would be stuck to you as if she was glue.

You hoped it was only curious glances seeing as she refused to speak to you, but that came to be proven wrong two weeks later when she arrived again. The two boys were out and you received a knock at the door. Confused, you checked the windows before opening it and spotting the college student standing there with a bag over her shoulder. Her eyes fell to your body and that’s when you remembered the messy apron covering you that you forgot to take off.

“Oh, hey, MJ! Uh, Peter isn’t home right now, if you want I could leave a message or…” You led off, not sure what to offer as she continued to stare at you.

“I’m not here for him, I think I left my jacket here the other day and I wanted to grab it.”

“Oh, of course, yeah. Uh, come in.” You awkwardly suggested, opening the door further as she stepped in, and this marked the first time you’d ever be alone with her.

“You can look for it, I’ll just be in the kitchen.” She nodded and began slowly walking around, and it seemed as though she was examining each space the building had to offer. You continued to mix the dough in the bowl without turning, your mind so set on perfecting the consistency that you jumped when you heard her voice.

“You’re married?” She asked while holding a portrait of you smiling with a man in a wedding dress, him in a suit. You were pregnant at the time, and your bump was visibly noticeable to her and anyone who saw it.

“Uhm, yes. Yes, I am.”

“But you don’t wear a ring?” You glanced at your empty hand with tight lips, refusing to look her way and pouring the unprepped bread into a greased pan.

“No, I do not. Me and Peter’s father aren’t entirely, uh, together if you could say so.” You didn’t understand why you shared the piece of information with the young girl who you barely knew, who your son barely even knew, but you found yourself being able to share the words easily.

“But he lives here, does he not? And Peter tells me you two are together?”

“Why are you asking my son if I’m married?” You avoided the question with one, hoping to remove the pressure from your end.

“That doesn’t matter right now, I asked you first.”

“It does matter.”

“It’ll matter once you answer me.” You sighed, giving up as you set the timer on the stove and began walking towards the sink to clean your doughy hands.

“I got pregnant by a one night stand, he was that one night stand. We tried to make it work knowing we had a son on the way and even when Peter was born we were still trying, but we could never find ourselves being in love with one another. We still love each other, we’re just not in love. So instead of having a divorce, we thought it would be easier to stay together and see other people. He has a girlfriend who is okay with the situation, he often stays there or she’ll stay here, we’re actually pretty close. That way I can stay at home to care for the house and for Peter, Peter won’t need to be too affected by a divorce, and his dad can focus on his career.” MJ nodded in understanding with a hum, and unbeknownst to you, instinctively moved closer while you were still in front of the sink. You had not realized how long you had been washing your hands, being too focused on telling the story she asked for. It was only when you remembered the question you had asked her that you dried your hands and turned, only to have the girl standing only inches from you now.

“Uhm, and why- why were you asking Peter if I was married?” She smirked lowly at the thought, her free hand coming to the counter behind you while the other brushed against your hand. Her bag was gone now, and her jacket was still nowhere to be seen.

“Well, I’m interested in you. I’ve always liked, how do I put it,” She stared at your lips as your breath became uneven. You gulped, following her actions and licking your lips as you glanced upon hers.

“Older women?”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that. Or you could say I’ve always liked more beautiful, mature women who know what the fuck they’re doing.” A small hint of red came to your cheeks and you cracked a small smile, causing the younger woman to chuckle softly.

“What about you? Have you ever thought about being with a girl?” Her thumb came to tease your lower lip, dragging it down slowly before she grasped your chin in her hold, not allowing you to look down in fear.

“I- I don’t…I don’t know.”

“That’s okay, I’d love to be your first. Do you want that? Do you want me, baby?” You nodded without a thought, fluttering your eyes shut as she leaned in to brush herself against you. You waited for the kiss you were anticipating, but it didn’t come. She was teasing you.

“MJ, please kiss me already.”

“Mm, I like the sound of that.” Before she could complete your request, you both heard the door open and close and jumped from one another. Your husband entered the kitchen with Peter and Ned trailing behind him, the two too engrossed in their conversation to notice the obvious elephant in the room. Your husband wasn’t however, and he hid a chuckle as he placed his suitcase on the counter.

“Hello, MJ, it’s good to see you again.”

“Hey, Mr. Parker.” He rolled his sleeves up and entered the fridge, grabbing the closest beer and taking a swig while Peter looked up at the noise.

“MJ, what are you doing here?” She shot you a glance before clearing her throat quickly, crossing her arms over her chest as she met his gaze as if nothing had ever happened.

“I left my jacket, I was just looking for it.”

“Oh, did you need any help?”

“No, I found it. We’re all good, thanks though.” He didn’t question her lack of holding the said clothing, and you sighed in relief before leading the attention away from her.

“Dinner will be done soon if you boys want to head upstairs and I’ll call you down soon.” MJ was ready to leave before Peter interrupted, a hopeful grin on his face as he held the new Lego set he just purchased.

“Do you want to stay for dinner? Me and Ned were going to work on this together, but with your help it could go by a lot quicker.” You secretly wished she’d say yes seeing as the interaction you two just held was not one to be left in the dirt.

“You two are such nerds, but fine.” The three went upstairs, MJ sharing one last glance with you before turning the corner and leaving you with your husband who had a large, teasing smirk on his face.

“Really? Peter’s friend?”

“How did you know her already?”

“He introduced me to her a few weeks ago when he stopped by Claire’s to grab his binder and I was there, I just never thought she’d try to fuck my wife.” He shrugged, laughing when you groaned in annoyance and rubbed your forehead.

“I don’t know how it happened, it just did.”

“Hey, I’m not judging, I just think you need to be careful.” You bit your lip in thought at his words.

“You don’t think Peter will be mad if he finds out? And the age gap-”

“Hey, stop that. This was your exact problem when we were dating, you worry and think too much, just let it go with the flow and be mindful of him too. If he finds out and doesn’t like it, that’s when things need to end. But if you’re happy and so is she, who cares what people think.” You knew he was right, but you also knew you had always been much too scared to date while having a son. MJ was his age, how would she handle that? And what if he was mad, upset, or worse, hated you for it? You didn’t know, but you also knew you spent that whole night wishing to relive the moment when her lips brushed against yours and imagining the feeling of them touching. You knew it would be so relieving, so why couldn’t you let yourself give in?

#mj x reader angst #mj x reader fluff #mj watson x reader #mj x reader #mj marvel #mj watson #MJ fluff #MJ angst #MJ x reader smut

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being truthful with my husband's coworker?

I (23f) have a husband (25m) who is very close with his coworkers. They come over to our house a lot for DND, holidays, etc.

One of his coworkers, N (27m) and I were close. N is very charismatic and flirts with EVERYONE. My husband legitimately did not care, I've even showed him me and N's texts before which look the same as my husband and N's- yes some flirting but nothing actually serious. Most of it is joking

Well, N started dating someone they all work with, J. I had never met J, I have 0 clue her age. The first time we met, I tried to be inviting as there isn't a lot of girls around except those of us that are married or who already are coworkers. She seemed shy, maybe a bit socially awkward.

Then the second time, I caught her pointing at me and whispering to her best guy friend and they both started laughing. It felt like I was in high school, but I ignored it. N had been out of the room. This was at MY house.

We've met a handful of times since, and by a handful I mean literally 5 times. Every time she does not say a word to me. I've tried talking to her and she'll blankly stare at me. So I've stopped. If she doesn't want to be friends that is her choice.

Except my husband caught her vagueposting about me on social media. N doesn't have social media fyi. She basically posted the exact outfit I was wearing, something that happened, and then put "what a dumb situation caused by someone stupid, but at least the outfit was cute". She also replied to a comment saying i was flirting with her man and a homewrecker, which is why I brought up how N is because he is like that with EVERYONE. So I haven't liked her since because, sure she can be upset with N and me joking and "flirting" even if N is like that with every coworker and even my husband, but to post about me and call me stupid just seemed petty and rude

I asked N if she was uncomfortable with our interactions, because J had me blocked on social media and I couldn't ask her, and N said she shouldn't be because he treats me no different then anyone else.

Well, any group hang outs she doesn't come to. There is always an excuse, and I dont even want to invite her because of what she said about me. Except for DND which I am not a part of (I do enjoy it, but the way they play is so fast paced and im dyslexic and not good at math, I have a better time watching then playing so I do other things while they play, it also gives my husband time to enjoy a hobby he likes alone). Anytime J is over for DND she ignores me or whispers to her guy friend when I'm around. N is still N, flirting with everyone (me, my husband, the guy who plays an orc, J, etc.). I dont even think he is intentionally flirting i think he is just very charismatic and some stuff he says can be taken that way

Well most recently N invited us to his house so me and my husband went. J came home started talking to everyone there and then saw us and went to her room (N, J, and two other people live together). She didn't come back out the entire time me and my husband were there, but I found out later she came out once we were gone.

N texted me asking my opinion of J. I was truthful and said, and I quote "Well she seems smart and she is pretty, but I don't really know her. I don't think she likes me, which to each their own. I wish she was a bit more polite about things when she is at my house. Cant really speak on someone i dont know except that shes a bit cold and not who i had thought you would be with.. Otherwise, as long as your happy, what does my opinion matter?" To which N replied "so you have a bigger opinion" and then blocked me.

My husband agrees with me but N is his best friend, they haven't discussed it at work. I have seen J recently, we ran into each other at a store, and she called me a bitch (I guess N told her what I said). AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[dexlexia]

highs and lows - atsumu x reader

pairing: atsumu miya x reader rating: 18+ summary: Atsumu was a freak. He was a small town, backwoods, cocky, sometimes annoying freak. He was also jealous as all hell. And he knew you were aroused by it. tags: jealous!atsumu, pwp, smut, power dynamic, spanking, obsessive!atsmu, pain kink, maybe not the most sane and consensual, protected sex

Atsumu was a freak. He was a small town, backwoods, cocky, sometimes annoying freak. He was also jealous as all hell. And he knew you were aroused by it. 

Atsumu Miya had a hard time sharing, despite having a sibling his entire life he hated sharing what was his. The idea of someone putting their hands all over you that wasn't him made him want to rip out his hair. Any time you were talking to someone that wasn't him, he was stewing in his own jealousy. 

Tonight was no different, he knew you were wet the moment you undressed in the middle of your large, lavish bedroom. Atsumu licked his lips as he watched you slowly make your way to him. 

  “C'mon, babe. Get across my lap.” He smirked as he relaxed his posture slightly while sitting on the bed. His cock was already straining in his slacks. When you got close enough, he pulled you close to him with his large hand and kissed the middle of your abdomen, “I need to remind you who you belong to. Never forget, you're mine.” 

  “Yes, Tsumu.” You responded softly before you easily got over his lap, your perky ass was on display across his lap. You hoped that he'd take off those silver rings before he laid down smacks across your ass. 

He didn't. 

He palmed your sweet ass, he got a good feel of the flesh across his palm. He warmed the skin with his touch and smiled down at the back of your head. He loved when you were like this, so submissive for him. You were PERFECT. And it made him so painfully hard. 

  “Are you going to be good from now on?” He asked quietly before he landed the first strike on your ass. He watched the flesh jiggle. You tensed up and he landed another slap across your ass. 

  “Yes, Tsumu!” You gasp as you gripped the covers under both of you. You felt a burn on your ass as he landed slap after slap. Each strike made you jump but he kept you down on his lap like the good kitten you were.

 “That's good. Because I hate when people talk to ya like that. Get their hands all over you like you belong to them. But I know that you're mine and only mine. You don't want anyone else, right?”

 “No, Tsumu. I don't want anyone else, just you.” You whimpered as he slapped your ass a few more times in quick succession. The skin felt warm from the smacks and you knew you were getting wet from the pain. 

Atsumu licked his lip once more and pushed his erection up against you, the hard-on dug into your skin, “You know what you do to me, baby.” He said softly, “And yet you still wear those damn outfits and talk to those fucking men." He grabbed your bruising cheek and clutched onto it tightly.

  ”I'm sorry, Tsumu.“ You whined as you arch your back from the sharp pain. A stray moan left your lips as he gripped so tightly. He had quite the grip on you, after years of working out he could leave bruises on your sensitive skin this way. 

What you had done to rile up Atsumu? It was wearing a somewhat revealing dress, the straps were thin, the material wasn't thick enough for his liking, but what did he expect? It was summer in Osaka. Jealousy however, did look good on him. The gleam in his eye when he saw you in that dress, when he saw the attention you got from other men at the event. But Atsumu didn't want you to forget that you were HIS. 

He pinned you down to his lap via his warm hands and laid more smacks across your already sore ass. You whined and moaned, there were even a few yelps and whimpers as he bruised your skin. He loved the heat that radiated from your cheeks once he was satisfied with his work on you.

He grabbed you by the chin and made you look up at him. There was a wild look in his eye, that very much enjoyed spanking you. He rubbed his clothed erection up against your bare body. He ran his thumb across your glossed bottom lip, ”Are ya sorry, babe?“ 

You nodded, ”I'm sorry, Tsumu. I should've thought of how you'd feel about what I wore. I wasn't thinking.“ You rubbed your thighs together, your cunt was soaked. You tried to get up from his lap, but he held you down. 

  ”Alright, one more.“ He wound up his arm and slammed his open palm onto your ass, the sound rang in the room followed by your sweet sounds. The sounds made his cock twitch in excitement. He was obsessed with every little noise you made. He knew how to milk them out of you, ”Say yer sorry, babe.“

  ”I'm sorry, Tsumu.“ You whimpered, there was even a small tear in the corner of your eye. 

  ”Aw, well I forgive ya, babe.“ He pulled you up to him, letting you rest your sore body against him as he pulled even further back so you both were resting on the plush bed, ”Ya know I can't stay at ya mad for long“ He kissed the corner of your were where the tear was, ”Now, let's fuck.“ He grinned wildly. He hastily took off his clothes and grinned at you. Once he was nude, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand and put it on, making sure it was on snug. 

You leaned in to kiss him and he dodged the kiss to shove his face in your breasts. Soon he was deeply massaging them while his face was buried. He groaned into them as his cock twitched while fully erect. 

Atsumu was a freak, he loved when you got riled up and had tears in your eyes. He loved when you were aroused beyond words and could let him sink into his tight heat. He just got this look in his eye while he watched you climb back into his laps after he got undressed. 

He licked his lips once more before you straddled his waist once more. He placed those large hands on your waist and felt you sink down onto his cock. He groaned and kicked out his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed with you in his lap, “Oh, ya feel so good!”

  “Thank you, Tsumu.” You replied, wanting to be thankful for your jealous boyfriend. Give him what he wants as you become fully seated on him. He was the one in charge, the one who wanted you more than he wanted air. He'd give up everything if it meant you were his forever. 

Atsumu Miya was never letting you go.  

You started to roll your hips, you held onto his shoulders for support as you haphazardly kneeled very close to the edge of the bed. You tried to keep yourself upright as the corner dug into your knees. You gripped onto him tightly, not as hard as he gripped onto you. 

You moaned and rocked back and forth, letting him get accustomed to your sweet cunt. The feeling was euphoric as he started to pick up the pack. Soon his hands traveled to your ass and gripped it as you rode him. He moaned loudly and leaned in to suck on your breasts as they moved up and down with each of your movements. 

He was like an animal with his pace, his cock throbbed inside of you as he railed you. You were over the moon at the feeling of his cock inside of you. This was how it always ended, he'd punish you, sometimes call names and then have rough sex with you until your head goes blank. The wet sounds of sex in your bedroom as you rode the volleyball player.

Atsumu was loud, he was cocky, he was so full of himself that the idea of his girlfriend being hit on triggered something in his mind. Something that made him want to remind you that you were HIS. No one else's and if you ever were, there would be a big, big problem. 

He tugged at your nipples between his teeth as he palmed your ass and pressed on the bruises. Your moans were euphoric, a mix of pain and pleasure. He licked across your nipple before he bit it again which was followed by a smack on your sore ass.

  “Mine.” He said and you were aroused. 

Atsumu picked up the pace, bouncing you on his cock as he moved up into you. You tried to keep up with the erratic pace that Atsumu had. His mouth hung open like a mutt as he stared up at you. He soon grinned and kissed you on the rib, “No one's ever taking you away from me.”

He was devoted, and you in turn replied, “Of course, Tsumu. I would never want anyone else. You're only mine, my loving boyfriend.” Even if he was an overly possessive freak, you never saw yourself with anyone else. You were too devoted to him as well, you wanted to feel possessed. You wanted Atsumu's love.

Two love sick freaks fucking on their lavish bed all because one got jealous. He groaned through grit teeth before he pressed his lips up against yours. He felt a sense of heightened euphoria as he drilled his cock into you. 

  “I fuckin' love ya.” He declared.

  ”I love you too, Atsumu.“ You replied softly before you kissed him once more. You soon held onto his face for support as he raised and dropped your hips onto his cock at a pace that made your head swirl.

  ”You're so good, so perfect for me. Oh fuck honey, you feel so fuckin' good!“ He groaned as he tilted his head back and moaned. The feeling was euphoric beyond measure. He felt a tenseness in his gut as he approached orgasm, it was an amazing feeling that he could describe, he loved the feeling of fucking our achy cunt. He liked knowing it was all for him, His cock throbbed in you as his pace became more erratic. 

You were on the receiving end of pleasure as he fucked you.Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cock buried inside of you, as it pushed up against your most sensitive spots as you tried to keep up.You were clawing down his back as you moved your hips against him.

The sound of sex filled the air as you and you possessive boyfriend fucked on the bed. You could hear Atumu's heavy breathing in your ear as you moved. He gripped even tighter on your ass which made you hiss through your teeth. You moaned wildly as the two of you fucked. 

You moaned loudly as he slapped your ass once more, ”Please, Tsumu. Ah!” You leaned down and kissed him on the lips once more the kiss was sloppy. It was hot and wet as you two made out. His cock still pushed and pulled out of you with every hard thrust. 

  “That's it, that's what I wanna hear. I wanna hear you all loud and needy for me.” He groaned as he gripped even tighter on you and pushed you up and down on him. The pace was the fastest you've ever gone with another person. 

  “Please, Tsumu!” You moaned, your mouth hung open slightly as he fucked up into you at a rapid pace. 

Atsumu kept with a relentless pace that made your toes curl as he pounded into you. You held on tightly as he rammed into you at such a pace that you were left a shaking mess. In all honesty you had even forgotten what you had don to earn such a punishment but you couldn't care less. 

With another hard thrust, you both came at the same time. You dropped fully into Atsumu's arms and he pulled you both into bed, still continuing to rub his soft cock inside of your wet heat until he eventually pulled out. 

He kissed you on the lips gently as he observed your limp state. He carefully rubbed your ass and said, “No one else could ever make you feel this good. You're mine forever.”

He said it as a matter of fact, nothing could ever separate you two. 

#dexlexia writes #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #msby atsumu #atsumu smut #neko atsume #hq atsumu #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya smut #atsumu miya #hq!! smut #hq!!edit #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x you

[bordysbae]

22 & 36 for bordy please p.s I love your writing

“is this a game to you?”

thomas bordeleau x fem reader

22. “we’re just hooking up, it’s nothing serious”

36. “yeah, i am jealous”

word count: 1k

warning; cursing

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thomas has always been cocky, you could tell from the day you met him. he knows the power he holds over girls, but you’re the only one who never truly fell under his charm. yes, you think he’s attractive, but you don’t just sit there and fawn over him. that’s how you won him over, you know your worth, and he finds that to be the most attractive thing a girl can do. he hates how much girls just throw themselves at him, he loves a chase. eventually his charm got to you, and you began seeing each other casually, with no strings attached of course.

“i’ll see you sometime this week yeah?” he asks you, running a hand through his bedhead. “yeah, i’ll text you. or you text me, doesn’t matter” you say, slipping your shoes back on. he walks you out of his apartment, leading you to the door. he gives you a kiss on the cheek, as you do your walk of shame down the hallway of his apartment complex. the walk of shame you seem to be doing more and more often.

you’re sure that you’ll see thomas at this party one of your guys’ mutual friends is hosting at the club, so you don’t bother texting him at all during the week. you guys really only hookup if it’s after a party, or after one of his games. you both have to work during the week, so weekends are your guys’ best friend, despite some of his hockey games being out of state.

you sloppily throw an outfit together and touch up your makeup before leaving for the party. you uber to the club, since you have every intention of getting shit-faced tonight. once you arrive you can already smell the sweat and alcohol in the air. you look around for anyone you know, and see a few people having a joint conversation with one another. you decide to get a drink first to loosen up your system slightly.

as you’re standing waiting for the bartender you notice a tall man sit down at the barstool next to you. you glance over at him, and see him smiling at you. “hi, i’m jackson.” he beams. “i’m y/n, nice to meet you!” you exclaim, returning the favor and giving him a cheerful smile. “let me pay for your drink yeah?” “oh no, you don’t need to do that!” “i insist, a pretty girl like you doesn’t need to be buying her own drinks” he says, making you blush.

he pays for your drink, and you both begin chatting. one strong drink in your system is already loosening you up, and before you know it, your hand is on jackson’s bicep as you’re laughing at his stupid commentary. you feel a gaze burning into your cheek, and as jackson orders you both a round of shots, you take it as an opportunity to look around. you’re met with thomas’ gaze from across the entire room, as he grips the neck of his beer bottle tightly. you smirk, knowing exactly what you’re doing to him. you turn around to face jackson as you both lift the shot glasses full of tito’s to your lips. your head falls back as the liquid goes down your throat, leaving a burning sensation. just like thomas’ gaze.

the buzz in your system tells you to take jackson to the dance floor, and he follows as you take his wrist in your hand. you loosely dance against him, your body’s clashing together as the multi-colored lights shine above you. thomas is still watching you, his jaw clenched, and this doesn’t go unnoticed by you. you pull yourself closer to jackson, taking in the strong smell of his cologne.

suddenly you’re pulled away from jackson by your wrist, and taken into a random bathroom. you already know who it is, and a smirk appears on your face as thomas locks the door. “hey pretty boy, long time no see” you say cooly. “oh piss off with that shit. the fuck are you doing y/n? is this a game to you?” he asks, all seriousness in his tone.

“a game? what are you talking about?” you ask, obviously playing dumb. “will you quit playing dumb for one god damn second?!” he groans, making you chuckle a little. “why were you all over that douche?!” “first of all, he’s not a douche, he bought me drinks. second, why does it matter? me and you, we’re just hooking up, it’s nothing serious” you say, mimicking the words you both had once agreed on.

“i don’t usually call girls back after a one night stand, but you’re different. you don’t fall at my feet and just throw yourself at me, i’m interested. if you wanna keep seeing each other i’m more than down, but i don’t really do the dating scene, just so you know.” he stated.

“no yeah, we’re just hooking up, it’s nothing serious.” you agreed with him.

“yeah exactly, no strings attached?”

“yup, no strings attached”

you’re snapped from the memory when thomas speaks up again, “yeah we’re just hooking up but jeez are you that oblivious?” “oblivious to what? are you jealous, bordeleau?” you smirk, knowing the cocky boy in front of you would never admit defeat. he remains silent, his eyes still piercing into yours.

“cmon tell me, cause if not i’d much rather go back out there to the guy who’s actually giving me attention” “yeah, i’m jealous. you drive me fucking crazy, y/n. i never wanted to develop feelings for you, but i did. i doubt you feel the same way since we agreed no strings attached, but jesus you drive me crazy. you’re the only person who intrigues me, and you’re just so gentle with me. i crave your touch every night i spend alone.” he admits, finally breaking.

“i like you too, idiot. why else would i be trying to get your attention all night?” you chuckle, rolling your eyes jokingly at his stupidity. “i don’t know, cause you’re mean” he shrugs. “if i’m mean then what are you?” you laugh, making thomas roll his shes. “oh shut up and kiss me already, no need to be rude” he says, leaning in, you doing the same. you guys meet in the middle, and instantly place your hands all over each other. your hands play gently with the curls at the back of his neck, while his wrap around your waist loosely.

#thomas bordeleau #thomas bordeleau x reader #thomas bordeleau blurb #thomas bordeleau imagine #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #michigan hockey #umich hockey #sj barracuda #sj sharks

[nicksbestie]

can you write something where michael and reader go to the eras tour in paris? i just think it would be really cute and maybe the surprise song is the one michael proposed to you with :)

Paper Rings

word count : 1264

warnings : none

<3

Tonight was the night.

You and Michael had managed to get tickets for the Paris Eras Tour show, and there had been next to nothing you were more excited for. It had nearly topped Michael’s excitement over his own upcoming tour, and that was a feat to behold. However, you had no idea that there would be more surprises to come that night. As classic as it was, you both were going with the “Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince” costumes, feeling it was appropriate. You were both so happy with the way that the outfits had come out, and were nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement as you woke up that morning. 

Concerts were obviously a big part of your life, with your boyfriend being in a band and being on tour a lot. Even before meeting him you had always loved live music, and with everything being shut down for so long, you were excited to finally get back to it, especially in such a big way with seeing Taylor Swift. The pre-show anxiety was always really heavy but you were so ready this time that it outweighed it. You had spent weeks planning out how you were going to do every little thing, and unbeknownst to you, so had Michael, just in his own little ways. 

You had both followed all of the shows so far, seeing all of the surprise songs, groaning at losses of your favorites but cheering at some of the ones that had remained safe. The small amount of Reputation and Lover songs being played as surprise songs worried you a little bit that they wouldn’t be played at your show, but you knew that you’d love whatever you did get as your songs. Besides, you were seeing her in Paris, so you were insanely lucky to even get to go, and you couldn’t really complain. 

Waking up in the hotel room that morning, you’d normally want to spend some time curled up, cuddling with Michael, having those sweet, soft, early-morning moments, but not today. You wanted to be ready, as quickly as possible. You had lower bowl tickets, so you didn’t have to get in line or anything for your seats, because there was no pit at the shows, it was all seated, which took a lot of stress off of you. However, you still wanted to be ready as soon as you could because you wanted good photos before you looked like a wreck, a good spot in merch lines, and more. 

Michael was just as ready, he had actually been up before you, practically up before the sun was. He had big plans today, and didn’t want to risk you finding out anything about it, knowing that it would ruin his entire surprise. So, he pawned it off as just pure excitement for the show, knowing that you, also being insanely upbeat, would take it as a response easily. Which was exactly what he told you when you asked why he had been up for hours already, quietly slipping the small black box into his back pocket until he could move it to a safer spot without you seeing. 

Yes, he was planning to propose. He wanted to do it at just the right time, but he hadn’t figured out when yet. He knew that he was doing it at some point that night, hoping for a really fitting surprise song so that he could do it then, but if they didn’t get a fitting love song and instead got a sad song, he would do it during Bejeweled, most likely. He felt like the jewels fit the scenario of him giving you a ring, and he couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he thought about. 

Somehow he was able to keep it a secret for almost a month now, not having told anyone, including his band. This was just a you thing, something very special to you and him, and he wanted to keep it that way as long as he possibly could. So, he tried his best to make sure that nothing slipped through the cracks, and he had succeeded so far. He knew this was going to be the best night of his life, because while he was very anxious about asking you to marry him, he knew deep down that you would say yes. 

The time between getting ready and leaving for the show passed so quickly, spending nearly the whole time laughing with each other, talking, doing makeup, and making sure that you ate beforehand. Concerts were very draining in energy, so you made sure you water, and all of your items in your clear bag, including bracelets that didn’t fit on your wrists, portable chargers, hair ties, and more random things you decided you might need. Being with Michael, who was fairly forgetful, you had become the master of “just in case”. You finally left, the excitement continuing to build and build as you got closer to the venue. 

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The show was going amazingly. You were nearly to the surprise song part, having a wonderful time. You’d traded armfuls of bracelets, knowing that they were possibly cutting into your circulation but just not caring. You were having way too much fun to spend time worrying about it, and you couldn’t even deal with the feeling of anticipation when you realized the last song before the surprise songs were starting. Michael was planning to pop the question during the second one, hoping for two love songs. The grin on his face nearly split wide open when he heard the opening notes of “Mine”, his hope flaring. 

The both of you spent the song wrapped up in each other, singing your hearts out, you were crying at some point, both from joy, love, and maybe a mixture of other things that you couldn’t decipher, but you still were having the time of your life. Your hand brushed against Michael’s back pocket, eyebrows furrowing in question as you wondered what he could have in there, considering that it was lumpy. But, as Taylor began speaking before introducing the next surprise song, you didn’t think about it any more. Michael didn’t think that the night could get more perfect or that his luck could’ve gotten any better when the first verse hit his ears. Clearly, the universe was on his side. 

“The moon was high, like your friends were the night that we first met…” 

You screamed in delight, holding onto Michael’s hand as you jumped around, dancing, singing, placing a kiss on his cheek, absolutely losing your mind but in a good way. You were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t notice Michael’s hand slipping from your grip, nor did you notice him crouching down, dropping to a knee. The people around you noticed first, shaking your shoulder and screaming, pointing at him. You turned to look, the tears flowing even harder as you realized what was happening. 

“I can’t give a speech here, but will you marry me?”

“Michael!” 

His face was so red under the lights, blush creeping down to his neck as he anxiously awaited your answer. You frantically nodded, just being able to get out a “Yes!” between the sobs. He slipped the ring onto your finger, standing up and kissing you. As you broke apart, you smiled, him wiping the tears off of your face, his smile getting even bigger as you spoke, looking at the ring. 

“Just so you know, I would’ve said yes to a paper ring.”

#michael clifford fluff #michael clifford 5sos #michael clifford fanfic #michael clifford #boyfriend michael clifford #boyfriend 5sos #5sos fic #5sos fluff #5sos angst #5sos #5sos x reader #5sosfam #michael clifford 5 seconds of summer #michael clifford x reader

[satrs]

Can’t feel my face - bllk x fem!Reader N°3

"ARE YOU FREE TONIGHT?",

Shidou asked the woman on the other side of the phone, earning an unsure hum from her. "I don't know. I'm not really in the mood to stitch anyone up tonight", she stated, a soft laugh erupting from the man on the other end. "No, no. I clearly won't fight tonight. But I'm feeling better than yesterday. I went to the doc' and he said the wound was stitched up well. Thanks for that, Angel." She told him that it was no big deal, even though it kind of was.

"Sooo, I thought as a 'Thank you' I invite you to a 'kinda-date'. Whatcha think?" Y/N's face shifted into a grimace, not understanding what he meant by 'kinda-date'. "I mean, we go back to blue lock together, since I got some shit to deal with, but we could still have some fun, you know?", he explained, her now understanding what he was getting at. "Blue lock? Is that the name of the underground boxing stuff?", she questioned, Shidou giving her a 'yes' as an answer.

But was it really alright to go with that man? Half of her says no, since she just meet him recently, but the other half want to. Because if she was being honest, when was the last time she really enjoyed herself or had fun?  But going without Sae? He wouldn't be happy to hear that.

But why does she care about his opinion so much? It's not like he is her parent. She is a grown woman and can do whatever the hell she wants.

So, she decided to tag along with him. They agreed to meet at her place, since Shidou already knew where it was, he told her he would pick her up the same day at 11 o'clock.

20 minutes before 11, Shidou already waited in front of Y/N's apartment complex, leaning against his expensive Mercedes-Benz car, impatiently waiting for her to come out of her apartment. HE knew that he was there a bit too early, but he couldn't help himself. The man looked forward to seeing her again the entire day, longing to examine her features. Her beautiful plump lips, that tempted him to attack them with his own, while caressing her flawless body. His fingertips tingled, craving to trace over every single imperfect perfection of her body.

"Hey", he snapped out of his thoughts, eyes shooting up to look for the source of the voice, getting met with the young woman herself. Jumping out of joy in his head, he grinned at her, greeting her back and inspecting her beauty.

She looked lovely. Her hair looking flawless, and her outfit causing him to stare longer than he intended to. To stop himself to not look like a creep, he assisted her into the passenger seat before getting into the driver's seat himself.

Once he started to park out backwards, he placed his hand at the edge of Y/N's seat, turning his head to the back and also getting closer to the young woman, revealing a golden necklace around his neck in the process. His pink orbs carefully observing the area, so he could safely park out.

Y/N couldn't help herself to momentarily stare at the veins on his delicate neck, quickly averting her eyes back onto the road. Not long after driving, she noticed her phone ringing in her bag, pulling it out to inspect the caller ID.

Sae

Fuck. She can't possibly pick up now, fearing that the situation would be quite awkward. Declining his call, she quickly typed out a message to him.

Wsp? I'm busy rn.

Seeing the three dots appear at the bottom of her screen, she waited for his answer.

Nothing. Just wanted to check up on you.

She couldn't help but smile to herself at that, shoving her phone back into her bag, now trying to stir up a conversation with Shidou. "So, what do you need to do at 'Blue Lock'?"

"Since I can't fight tonight, I gotta come up with a replacement, or you lil' buddy Sae will end me", he truthfully answered, getting an understanding nod from the woman in return.

"It's still crazy that you got stabbed right there. Something worse could've happened", she stated, Shidou sparing her a cocky glance. "No need to worry about me, ma. We're all used to this. Pussy's like that guy always come up with some foul shit. But he didn't get off the hook easily anyway, I heard he's knocked out since yesterday."

"Damn." Y/N didn't know what else to say, so she tried to lead the conversation into another direction again. "And is it really alright for you to drive with that arm? I think you shouldn't overdo it."

"Already told you, it's alright, since I got myself a sexy nurse to fix it up." She giggled at his answer, gazing out the window again and seeing the now familiar strip club come into view. Still curious about the building choice, she questioned the handsome male about it, hoping he might know more.

He told her that the owner of the club, Mikage Reo, who owned various clubs, bars, and similar facilities around the country came up with the whole idea of a boxing establishment, but since the idea of boxing he was hoping to make reality wasn't exactly what would fall under the umbrella of legal - he made it as secluded and inconspicuous as possible, which led to it taking place under this club.

At the mention of the name Mikage, Y/N's ears peaked up. Mikage was a well known surname around the country - one of the richest - if not the richest person  in the country, swimming in an unbelievable amount of money. So it seemed that this name was not only well known at the 'normal' parts of town but also the underground.

"Mikage? Is he there too?" She was curious, if not excited. Meeting such a rich man was no common experience, maybe she could ask for an autograph - or some money?

"Depends, if 'the Treasure' is on the ring, like today then most likely yes, other than that, he barely shows himself down there. Maybe because he's creeping around upstairs, who knows?", Shidou snickered.

"'The Treasure'? What kind of corny nickname is that?", she asked. " 'The Treasure of Blue Lock', actually, he was the first in the ring, and a good fighter overall, I can't lie. Anytime he's on, the show is always hellaaaa' crazy. That guy's moves are somethin', he'd be a pain in the ass to fight against", Sae admitted, face covering in an unpleased expression.

Parking near the club, Shidou stepped out, aiding Y/N for help like he did before. His arm swung around her shoulder, "Don't go runnin' off anywhere, alright?", he told her, holding her close to himself in a protective manner.

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Entering the place of action again and Y/N basking in Shidou's safe hold, the atmosphere of the room was as cheerful as she had in memory, even spotting some faces she saw the other day, but also new ones.

"Thank God, he showed up", Shidou exhaled in a manner of relief, guiding the two of you to the man who would replace him for the night.

He was tall - well his hair at least, styled up even higher than Shidou's, making him stand out instantly, if not also because of his exaggerating designed jacket, which had a big lion imprinted on one side of it.

His crimson eyes offering anyone near him an intimidating stare, casting off his dominance to everyone around him.

Noticing someone approaching him, he shifted his attention to the two unknown figures. "Yo, King!", Shidou greeted him, earning an irritated grunt from the man. "Why did you take so damn long, antenna head?", his deep voice, straddling the young female.

"And fuck you taking a stripper with you for? You should-", "I'm not no damn stripper, you gorilla", she cut through his words, freeing herself from shidou's hold to stare at the man in front of them, causing him to raise a brow at her bold demeanor. Before he could spit an insult right back, Shidou cut through the tension. "Alllright. C'mon, let's see who you're up against, then get ready."

Barou gave Y/N a dissatisfied look, compiling to Shidou's words. "I already checked, since you took so damn long to get here", Barou said, nodding his chin somewhere into the room,  curiosity reflecting in Shidou's eyes.

"Alright Ladies and Gentlemen!", a loud voice and confident echoed through the room, causing everyone in it to turn their attention towards the source. A neatly dressed man with purple eyes and matching shoulder-length hair spoke into the microphone in his hand, a handsome smile plastered on his face. He screamed billionaire.

"I am pleased to announce today's first, and most exciting, match! Today's main actors will be Barou Shoei, the current 'King'! Versus Nagi seishiro, 'Blue Lock's Treasure!" the people cheered and screamed, apparently very pleased with the announced fighters. "You got one hour to place your bets right now at the very front of the entrance! Feel free to go all out!", the purple haired male exclaimed.

Y/N realized who this man was at the very moment she laid eyes on him, suspicions only being proved right by his mention of 'the Treasure' being here. "That's the guy I told you about. Mikage Reo", Shidou leaned near your ear, explaining. "Mr. Monopoly ass", Barou spat out, causing Y/N to let out a giggle.

"Well ain't I got luck!", Shidou exclaimed, clearly happy he doesn't have to deal with the man named Nagi Seishiro. Shidou let out a loud laugh, slapping Barou on the back. Barou's forehead showed visible veins, due to being pissed off from Shidou's action.

Shidou tried to calm down after his long laugh ordeal, speaking up to Barou,

"You're fucked, bro!"

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#bllk shidou #shidou ryuusei x reader #itoshi sae #oliver aiku #blue lock oliver #baro #barou shouei #blue lock smut #blue lock x you #blue lock x female reader #blue lock nagi #bllk nagi #nagi seishiro #reo mikage #blue lock sae itoshi #itoshi #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock fanfiction

[yandere-daze]

This isn’t a req by any means, but I had an idea for the enstars self aware au and I thiiink no one brought something like it up yet? I looked at the masterlist to make sure, but you can ignore if someone did mention something similar!

So this idea assumes that the player isekaied in the enstars world as an idol and the characters realized that already. You know how you mentioned that the card pictures were like actual pictures taken from photoshoots with the idols? What if there’s something like an in-universe version of the cards (maybe as posters or actual trading cards) and when the player became an idol, they started doing their own photoshoots and have their own cards? Everyone would go absolutely crazy trying to collect all the cards (or at least the ones that they like)! Tori’s throwing a tantrum because he wasn’t able to get a royalty-themed card that Tsukasa managed to get. Kohaku (and maybe HiMERU)’s trying to murder Rinne because he won’t stop bragging about getting a casino-inspired card (like you dressed up as a card-dealer). Mika’s ascending to heaven because he managed to get a clockwork doll-themed card.

Meanwhile, you’re just there watching all of this chaos unfold in a pile of cards that the idols gave you of them. They may not have been able to come home to you with those cards while you were playing the game, but at least now they can give you the cards you didn’t get of them in person!

Yes you´re right, I don´t think anyone else brought up an idea like this before and it´s actually pretty funny to think about jnfdlnf

Like you´re just trying to live your life and do your job as an idol and you can´t help but sigh whenever one of the idols runs up to you with one of your cards and asks you to sign it for them. They act like obsessed fans when they´re supposed to be the idols you enjoyed listening to for so long😭

The rich kids definitely have an advantage when it comes to getting your cards, I bet Tsukasa just sits at his pc in the dead of night, waiting for the sales to start and then immediately buys out the entire stock nfsnf

And everyone else is soooo upset with him because he keeps them all to himself and no one else is able to buy them if he gets all of them

But if you wore an outfit that fit their own aesthetic? They´re ascending. Oh, you must have worn that just for them, right? That must mean you love them more than anyone else!

Yes, they´re delusional like that lmao

And right? Prepared to have your entire room flowing over with pictures because the idols keep dropping off their cards at your place. They´d love to have a part of them with you at all times. Aren´t they just so romantic? <3

#ensemble stars self aware au #yandere self aware au #yandere enstars x reader #yandere ensemble stars x reader #yandere ensemble stars #yandere enstars #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars #enstars x reader #yandere self aware ensemble stars au #gn reader #yandere #cw yandere #yandere x reader

[wuxianxkexing]

Part 2 of Mu Qing x Reader: Stop Fucking With My Cat

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Mu Qing was left with no other options but to make an announcement in the communication array. The only other female official he knew much about was Ling Wen but he doubted that she had the time to get up to such nonsense, nor would she be inclined to do so if she did. He couldn't go around interrogating every single female Heavenly Official individually, people would think that he had way too much time on his hands and it would make him look terrible in comparison to Feng Xin who was always busy in the mortal world. He went back to his palace to fetch Echo and settled the two of them in his meditation garden next to the koi pond before entering the communication array. Like usual it was bustling with conversation, most of it meaningless but interesting nonetheless. Pei Ming was currently sharing a story about one of his recent sexcapades. Mu Qing listened politely, albeit feeling very awkward, but he couldn't but wonder how Pei Ming ever got anything done when he seemed to have such a one track mind. Honestly it was something he never quite understood, the obsession everyone seemed to have with sex. It felt like Xie Lian and Feng Xin were the only two people in the entire Heaven's who he could reliably talk to without the topic ever coming up. Even if his cultivation method didn't require chastity he still wouldn't want to hear about other people's romantic private lives. It was gross and not something he wanted the mental picture of. Thankfully he was only catching the tail end of the story and when the laughter died down he cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "I was just wondering if anyone knows who keeps on buying things for my cat Echo?" He asked as he held up Echo for everyone to see, pointing at the pretty pink pearl collar that was once again on his neck. He was met with an awkward silence until Feng Xin spoke up.

"It wasn't me." A round of noise erupted as everyone who was present denied having any knowledge of it.

"Perhaps our General Xuan Zhen has a secret admirer?" Pei Ming teased good naturedly. Mu Qing went red.

"Why would a secret admirer buy things for my cat and not me? They must be fucking dumb." He couldn't help but bite back with an eye roll.

Feng Xin spoke up in Mu Qing's defense. "I agree that Mu Qing doesn't have a secret admirer." Feng Xin paused, before continuing "If anything they probably just feel bad for his cat so they bought him something more normal to wear." A couple of other Heavenly Official's murmured their agreement.

"You've been putting your cat into weird outfits for like a month. What, is the collar not pretty or weird enough for you?" Shi Wudu snorted. "Take the fucking hint. Cats shouldn't wear anything more than a collar, if even that. It's not like he can get lost up here."

"I am not the one who has been dressing him up!" Mu Qing replied defensively. He could already tell that no one believed him. No matter how dumb or ridiculous the claim it /must/ be true if it's about him. He rolled his eyes.

"Well I still think it's cute!" Shi Qingxuan popped in. Mu Qing sighed. Wasn't she supposed to be doing her laundry? He rolled his eyes again.

"Shut up." Shi Wudu snapped, but it was barely heard over the sound of most of the other female Heavenly Officials agreeing that it was indeed cute. Pei Ming laughed.

"Perhaps you should start dressing up your cat after all. It might help you get a girlfriend!" Mu Qing frowned. He could tell that this conversation wasn't going to go anywhere.

"I don't want a girlfriend and I don't want my cat wearing weird shit." He said firmly before dropping out of the communication array. He sat in his meditation garden for a long while just petting Echo and stewing in his own thoughts when suddenly Feng Xin. "What the fuck are doing here? Who let you in." Mu Qing narrowed his eyes. Feng Xin frowned and crossed his arms.

"Why don't you keep your cat inside if you hate him being dressed up so much?"

"Why don't you answer my questions first?"

There was a long silence before Feng Xin finally sighed and said "I'm here to talk to you and I don't know who let me in. It was some guy." Some guy eh? "So why don't you just keep Echo inside?"

"Because he deserves to be able to go wherever he pleases without being harassed." Mu Qing stuck his nose up in the air. Feng Xin rolled his eyes.

"The world doesn't revolve around you and your cat you know."

"Well it doesn't revolve around whoever is dressing him up either! He's not even THEIR cat." Mu Qing looked behind Feng Xin as a young male servant approached.

"General Xuan Zhen, Lady Ling Wen has come to pay you a visit." Mu Qing nodded and motioned for the boy to bring her over. Echo took the opportunity to hop out of his lap and ran off mewing with his hooked tail up in the air towards the peony bush a bit farther back in the meditation garden. Mu Qing let him do his thing and rose to greet Ling Wen as she arrived.

"Lady Ling Wen." Both Mu Qing and Feng Xin paid their respects, which she returned.

"General Xuan Zhen I'm afraid that I really need...Hmm?" Ling Wen spoke but trailed off, staring firmly behind Mu Qing's shoulder. Mu Qing furrowed his brows and turned around to follow her gaze only to see some strange girl crawling between the bushes with Echo in one hand and the other supporting her weight.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" Mu Qing demanded in his most authoritative voice. The girl froze and looked over at him nervously. "What the fuck do you think you are doing." Mu Qing strutted over and grabbed his cat back. "This is MY cat and MY garden. Explain yourself now." Mu Qing pulled out his saber and pointed it at the girl with one hand while holding Echo close to his chest with the other.

"Nothing! I was just playing with the cat!" The girl sat upright on her knees and put her hands in the air. "I'm sorry!" Feng Xin walked over as back up but paled when he got a good clear look at the girl's face. Mu Qing realized who it was at the same time Feng Xin did.

"Have you not offended the entire Heavens enough already!?" He squinted his eyes at the girl. "Why are all of your followers so fucking crazy?" He spat back at Feng Xin. Feng Xin immediately defended himself.

"She is not my follower!"

"She fucking prayed at your palace within minutes of ascending. I'm pretty sure she's fucking yours." Mu Qing rolled his eyes.

"I'd hardly call that praying! You can't force someone to pray!" Mu Qing huffed as if he didn't believe him but silently knew that Feng Xin was right.

This was Y/N. When she ascended about 6 months ago she immediately got into a fight with Pei Ming, beat him up, made him go to Feng Xin's palace and physically forced him to kowtow to the statue there until Xie Lian showed up and talked her into letting him go. Apparently she thought the God of Immense Masculinity was the God of Respecting Women and she prayed aloud for the God of Immense Masculinity to teach Pei Ming how to respect women while she slammed his face into the ground repeatedly. Then she claimed to be the God of Immense Masculinity herself, cursed out Pei Ming and Feng Xin for being useless and accused them of not being real Gods, stripped naked to fight a few of Feng Xin's security officers because she "didn't give a damn about making them feel comfortable when they don't give a damn about making people in the human realm feel comfortable" and then got arrested by officers from Jun Wu's palace. Most Heavenly Official's didn't know what to think of it when they heard. Mu Qing thought it was funny and sad that Feng Xin sent his security to deal with her when he could've handled it so much quicker but also wasn't surprised. He would let a naked lady burn down his entire palace before he would personally step in to physically stop her.

If it wasn't for Xie Lian (who was fond of her because she was actually one of his worshippers at Puqi Shrine), Pei Ming (who probably only wanted her to stick around so he could try to seduce her again) and Feng Xin (after he realized how the other two wanted the matter handled) pleading on her behalf she would've been the second quickest to get kicked out of heaven after ascending. It was one thing to beat up another God, Feng Xin and him did it to each other all of the time, but forcing a God to pray to another God and falsely claiming to be a God you weren't were big taboos. Despite being pardoned she had ruined her Heavenly career before it had even started and was a pariah. The one and only time Mu Qing had ever seen her was at her trial, but it was hard to forget the face attached to that scandal. Still it was more fun to claim that she was Feng Xin's though, so he continued to do so just to mess with him. "You need to take responsibility for your followers actions! I knew that you were the one behind this."

Y/N spoke up again softly. "I'm sorry I thought this was a public park and I just like cats. I didn't mean to trespass." She gave what she hoped was an innocent smile.

Mu Qing wasn't convinced. "Bullshit, this place is crawling with guards. What did you do to them?"

"I never once saw a guard, maybe you should get better ones." Y/N pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. Mu Qing knew that was bullshit. His guards would never dare to slack off. Either she incapacitated them or she was able to sneak past them somehow. Mu Qing called over the servant boy and told him to check-in with all of the guards on shift.

"If a single hair on any of their heads is injured you will pay for it." Mu Qing darkly threatened. Why was everyone sneaking into his palace today? It was one thing for Feng Xin to "sneak" in, Mu Qing had told his guards long ago that he doesn't give a fuck what Feng Xin does in his palace and to let him be. He trusted Feng Xin not to steal or break anything and it was a fun part of the little irritating games they played with each other. Y/N though? Definitely an unwelcome guest who should have never made it this far without being challenged.

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Here's the link to part 1! I feel like there is a better way to link this but I guess I'm just too lazy to figure out how to hyperlink properly.

#heaven official's blessing #mxtx tgcf #mu qing x reader stop fucking with my cat #mu qing x reader #mu qing

[solrika]

Miri and Kallus have a conversation.

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The capital city of Lasana had been established long enough that it featured more permanent structures than tree houses. This was especially obvious at the Palace–though full of greenery, the only tree big enough to hold a building sat in the center of a fortress of carved stone. Three levels had been constructed in its branches and molded into its trunk, but the tree stretched far above, free for anyone brave enough to climb it. 

Some long-ago lasat had carved a little niche far above the main buildings, just big enough to fit an occupant and some blankets. It had been Miri’s favorite place since her mother had first brought her up as a kit. 

So it was a bit of a surprise to reach the last viewing platform before the climb, only to find Garazeb and Illeah leaning against the trunk. Slowing, she asked suspiciously, “Where’s your charge?”

“Where’s your Guard?” Garazeb retorted.

Illeah, ignoring him, answered, “He’s up there.”

Miri wrinkled her nose, curious in spite of herself. “He can climb?”

Illeah wiggled her hand in a so-so motion, and Garazeb grumped, “Apparently.” 

“Huh.” Miri squinted up into the branches. She could just make out a flash of white–was that the only color he owned? How depressing–between the leaves. For a moment she considered turning back, already wondering where else she could hole up to be alone. Her rooms, of course, but these days they felt too big and echoing… 

No, she decided, flicking her ears back. That was her spot. No human was going to take it from her. Making sure her hair was securely tied, she announced, “I’m going up. You can tell Gorn when he arrives.”

“I’m going to assign him so many laps,” Garazeb grumbled. “Karabast. Outrun by a teenager.” Jerking his head up at the little white flicker, he added, “Don’t push him off.”

“As if,” Miri retorted, though she had been entertaining the thought. Before Garazeb could respond, she set her claws into the bark and began to climb. 

As always, the time it took to actually arrive at her spot quieted some of her whirling thoughts. The tree seemed to whisper songs with every breeze. Once above the palace walls she could see the entire city spread out below, and it settled something in her chest to see it moving in familiar rhythms. Things weren’t normal–too many craters in the street for that–but her people were living their lives anyway.

Some of her peace fled at the first whiff of human, but she gritted her teeth and resolved to at least try being civil. And part of that involved letting him know she was there, instead of startling him right off the tree. “Prince,” she called, “coming up.” 

His head popped out over the edge of a branch. At least, she consoled herself, he was nowhere near her little niche. “Miriana,” he called back. “Do you need assistance?” 

Miri had to close her eyes and breathe carefully for a moment. Not an insult. Not an insult. “No, I’ve got it.” Opening her eyes again, she pulled herself up to perch on a craggy bit of bark a few feet from his branch. There was a pause, as they both surveyed the other. Kallus was, as usual, in white, though his outfit was far less ornate than what he usually wore around the Palace. Instead, it was a short-sleeved jumpsuit, much closer to what Miri herself wore. Turned out his little spots went all the way down his arms. More surprising, though, were his bare feet. 

“You don’t have shoes on,” Miri said, stupidly.

“Ah. Yes.” Kallus looked down at his feet–they were so small, and clawless, and weird–and absently wiggled his toes. “It’s much easier to climb this way.” 

“Of course it is,” Miri replied, and held out one of her own feet, showing off its dexterous toes. “I don’t know why you wear shoes in the first place. Useless things.”

“My feet aren’t as tough as yours, Miriana. Alas.” Kallus looked like he was holding in a laugh. Why, she didn’t know, but at least it didn’t seem mean. His eyes didn’t have that nasty glint she’d seen whenever he wanted to make someone feel small. 

Said eyes glanced down at the ground, squinting to make out the shapes of Garazeb and Illeah far below. “Were you sent to fetch me?”

“No.” Miri leant back against the tree, watching the city. “I just wanted some air.”

“Mm. It seems, for once, we are in accord.” 

She didn’t want to be in accord with him. Didn’t want to think about whatever might have made fleeing up a tree more inviting than his ground-bound rooms. To distract herself, she pointed at the straps around his hips. “What’s that?” 

“Climbing harness.” He lifted a rope–it led from the harness to a little piton she hadn’t noticed before. “I don’t have a tail, so…” 

“Huh.” She wouldn’t have been able to push him after all. Maybe Garazeb hadn’t known what the harness was for, either. Resolving to hold that over his head–he liked acting like he knew everything just because he was older, and she was sick of it–Miri asked, “Where did it come from?” 

Kallus fiddled with the straps. “I, ah, requisitioned it from the Imperial forces.” 

“Oh.” She looked at it again, tail twitching in distaste. For a moment, she considered having another made for him, with proper decorations, so she wouldn’t have to see the ugly Imperial thing. But–maybe that would feel even worse, to know she’d given him a gift when he’d already stolen so much. 

They sat in silence for a little, Miri watching the city, Kallus the little birds that called the tree their home. 

When he spoke, it startled her enough to make her ears perk (not enough to make her fall, of course, because she was a lasat with a tail and claws, not a silly human). “Miriana,” he said, “you love your people.”

Flattening her ears back, she snapped, “Of course I do!”

Kallus held up a hand. “I’m not doubting your devotion. I simply…” He frowned, looking back out at the city. Slowly, as if he was chewing over the words, he said, “I want to understand it.” 

Narrowing her eyes, Miri asked, “You want to know why I love them?” 

“Yes.” 

Miri scrutinized him a little longer, but–he didn’t smell angry, or scared, and his eyes were still soft. “Well,” and she sat back against the tree, “How long do you have?”

Kallus huffed a laugh. “Until Garazeb loses patience.” There, a tiny wisp of fear, but that wasn’t Miri’s problem.

“He’ll have to climb up himself,” she snorted. “Well. They always say you need to begin with the beginning—so, we should start with Lira San and the Ashla, the Bendu, and the Bogan…” 

#star wars #star wars rebels #star wars fanfics #prince au #miri

[miraculoussides]

DR2 Survivor Incorrect Quotes Cause I can (Can be seen as Platonic/Romantic)

Sonia: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me? Fuyuhiko: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it. Hajime: Three of us saw it, Fuyuhiko. How do you explain that? Fuyuhiko: *points at Akane* Sleep deprivation. *points at Hajime* Paranoia. *points at Kazuichi* Delusional personality disorder.

Kazuichi: You’re a loose cannon, Sonia. Sonia: No, I’m not. I’m a cannon, maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me? Akane: I think you play by your own rules. Fuyuhiko: No way, they think rules were made to be broken. Kazuichi: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon. Sonia: No, I’m just a reckless renegade. Hajime is a loose cannon. Hajime: *smashes a chair* Aah! You shut your trap, Sonia! Fuyuhiko: I’d say Hajime’s more of a cop on the edge with nothing to lose. That’s an entirely different thing. <br>Akane: Now I’m just confused. Is Sonia a loose cannon or not? Kazuichi: All right, put on a pot of coffee. We’re gonna get to the bottom of this. Sonia: *groans* Hajime: Aw, man.

Kazuichi: What's the worst thing you guys have done? Hajime: Rickrolled my teacher in 4th grade. Fuyuhiko: I kicked Akane in the shin- Akane: -So I kicked Fuyuhiko between the legs. Sonia: I burned a town down. Kazuichi: What?! Akane: What the hell is wrong with you?!? Sonia: A lot of things. Fuyuhiko: No shit.

Hajime: What’s something you guys are better than Akane at? Sonia: Mario Kart. Fuyuhiko: Yeah, video games. Kazuichi: Emotional vulnerability.

Sonia: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple... Akane: I really care about your feelings! Kazuichi: I really care about YOUR feelings! Sonia, turning their head: ...and then there's the disaster couple... Fuyuhiko: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL! Hajime: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

Fuyuhiko: Where's Hajime, Akane, and Sonia? Kazuichi: They're playing hide and seek. Fuyuhiko: Where? Kazuichi: I don't think you get how this game works.

Kazuichi: Why aren't there friend pick up lines? Pick up lines to make friends like- Kazuichi, to Fuyuhiko: Hey, that's a cute outfit. You know where it would look better? On nobody else, because you're a beautiful individual. Akane, to Sonia: Be my friend or I'll set your entire family on fire. Hajime: There are two types of people.

Hajime: Who the fuck broke the toaster? Sonia: It was Akane. Kazuichi: It was Akane. Fuyuhiko: Akane broke it. Akane: Akane: ...yOU PROMISED-

*The gang's thoughts on stabbing* Kazuichi: Would never stab anyone. Akane: Would stab someone in retaliation. Sonia: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first. Hajime: Would stab without warning. Fuyuhiko: Would stab as a warning.

Akane: You know what? Akane: When I join this friend group I thought you guys would be dealing with my bullshit. *Sonia, Kazuichi and Hajime continue screaming about mold water* Akane: Not the other way around. Fuyuhiko: I dunno, sounds like you need to drink the mold water.

Sonia: Alright Kazuichi, Hajime. Let's go over this one more time. Sonia: If something breaks? Kazuichi: We try to fix it before Fuyuhiko gets home. Sonia: If it doesn't work? Hajime: We blame Akane. Akane: Seriously guys, what the hell?!

*Everyone is giving advice to Akane* Hajime: It's okay to ask for help. Sonia: You're not a burden. Kazuichi: Murder is okay. Fuyuhiko: Your feelings matter.

Sonia: What do you do when someone offers you drugs? Akane: Take them! Hajime: Punch them in the neck! Kazuichi: Say thank you! Fuyuhiko: Offer them more drugs to assert dominance! Sonia: … Sonia: No.

Hajime: Look guys, I need help. Kazuichi: Love help? Akane: Financial help? Sonia: Emotional help? Fuyuhiko: Help moving a body? *Everybody looks at Fuyuhiko* Fuyuhiko: What?

Fuyuhiko, about Sonia and Hajime: My god, would you two just get a room already? Hajime: Excuse me, Fuyuhiko? Fuyuhiko: You both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding? Sonia: ... Kazuichi: I ship it! Akane: CAN YOU NOT?

Sonia: Hey, can we stay in your dorm tonight? Fuyuhiko: Why? Sonia: Hajime fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours. Kazuichi: Akane doesn't know how to banish spirits, so they just throw salt at them and yell "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"

Sonia: How do you connect with a fictional character? Fuyuhiko: What? Kazuichi: What? Hajime: What? Akane: *pulls up a 500 slide presentation* I'm glad you asked.

Hajime: You three, explain right now! Fuyuhiko: It was Kazuichi. Sonia: It was Kazuichi. Akane: It was Kazuichi. Kazuichi: Kazuichi: …fuck.

Hajime: Good night. Kazuichi: Sleep tight. Sonia: Don't let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself. Akane: Great, now Kazuichi's crying.

Akane, setting down a card: Ace of spades. Hajime, pulling out an Uno card: +4. Fuyuhiko, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you! Kazuichi, trembling: What are we playing?!

Akane: Your smile? It makes my day. Sonia: Your happiness? I live for that. Hajime: A room? Get one. Kazuichi: Hotel? Trivago.

Akane, about a fight between Sonia and Fuyuhiko: It scares me how many knives were involved. Kazuichi: There… weren’t any knives involved though? Akane: That’s what scares me.

Akane: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE! Akane: *aggressively throws water bottles* Sonia: Uh... what's up with them? Kazuichi: They're trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us. Akane: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU! Hajime, crying: It's working.

Fuyuhiko: Where the devil is Akane? Sonia: Well, it is raining outside... Maybe they melted? Hajime: Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?

Akane: Today at 7 am, Hajime poured a Monster energy drink in their coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. Sonia: I watched Hajime brew their coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think they ascended into the astral realm. Kazuichi: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.

Sonia: You need a hobby. Fuyuhiko: I have a hobby! Sonia:: Hitting Kazuichi isn't a hobby.

Hajime: Fuyuhiko noticed only today that they can label their email inboxes, but they took apart their entire bloody laptop two weeks ago. Akane: This reminds me of the Fuyuhiko who couldn’t turn on the coffee maker, but remembers about 500 digits of pi. Hajime: I’ll be delighted to inform you that this is the very same Fuyuhiko.

Kazuichi: Sonia’s gonna kill me. Fuyuhiko: No, they'll probably make me do it.

Kazuichi: Have you done this before? Fuyuhiko: Well, Kazuichi, it's like if you read the script you come better prepared. Sonia: That's not what we do in the US, we don't read things. Kazuichi: I don't read, Fuyuhiko.

Fuyuhiko: So, are you two friends? Sonia: Yes. Kazuichi: No.

Fuyuhiko: Why does Sonia always do the laundry so loudly? Akane: So everyone knows that no one helps them out in the house. Sonia, in the distance: *slams the washing machine shut*

Akane: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box. Hajime: Did Kazuichi say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'? Akane: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

Akane: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Hajime? Hajime: No. Kazuichi: I do! Akane: I know, Kazuichi. Kazuichi: I’m sad. Akane: I know, Kazuichi.

Hajime, to Akane: You're not Mario. Lets get something fucking straight, you're Luigi at best.

Hajime: Jesus Saves. Fuyuhiko: Passes to Moses, SCOOOOOORE!

Sonia: Just took a personality test and got an A+.

Hajime: I'm not funny, I'm just really mean and people think I'm joking.

Kazuichi, slamming pots and pans together to the rhythm of "Give it to me, I'm worth it": I didn't get no sleep cause a' y'all! Y'all never gonna sleep cause a' me!

Fuyuhiko: I'm not superstitious... But I am a little stitious.

Akane: My life isn't as glamourous as my wanted poster makes it look.

#SDR2 #hajime hinata #sonia nevermind #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #kazuichi souda #akane owari #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes danganronpa

[mjlovescm]

24- The complicated truth

Completed, 27 chapters, “She’s an angel” Rodrick Heffley x black fem reader

The drive to y/n's house is fucking awful. Not because it's spent arguing or going back and forth at all. But because it's dead silent the entire time, and it is probably the saddest I've ever seen her. 

It's even worse once we actually get into the house. Luckily, she left the back door open, so there was no issue with getting in. Quietly, we walk up the stairs and into y/n's room. Exhausted, she throws herself on her bed and sighs in defeat. 

“Do yo-” I hesitate, unsure if this is a question I should ask. “Do you want me to stay?”

I know the question is kind of stupid, but I feel almost obligated to ask. To stay and make sure she's okay. 

She makes a groaning sound and takes a shaky breath. It's not a  no, but it certainly isn't a yes. So I take the hint and make my way out. Putting a bonnet on her hair, leaving a water bottle and Advil on her nightstand. And her small trash can, just in case. 

I have no idea how late it is by the time I get home, but it didn't matter because Susan and Manny were already waiting for me. 

“I-”

Her finger springs into the air, and she cuts me off. 

“Keys. Now.” She says in her usual angry mom voice. “No car, no band practice and no seeing y/n.” Her demanding tone fading slightly at the mention of y/n.

I put my keys in her hand, turn around and go to my room. Laying in bed, I stare at the ceiling with one thing on my mind. Her.

“Fuck.” I whisper to myself. “I should apologize, right.”

I probably should have thought it through a little bit before pulling my phone out and texting her a sloppy apology. 

𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚖🐛🌸

“i 𝚊𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢”- 𝚛

“𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚘”- 𝚛

But I didn't.  …

After a week of no response and being ignored at school, I was really worried about y/n, and apparently I wasn’t the only one. 

First it started at breakfast. 

“So.” My mom pauses. “How’s y/n ?” She asks with a cherry smile. 

I don’t look up from my plate and avoid the question by stuffing my face with eggs. 

Second was at school. It wasn’t like I was avoiding y/n on purpose, I mean I was, but not only because it was the right thing to do. She needed space and time, and if she wanted to talk to me, she would. My mom did not get the memo. 

“Y/n.” She called out to her from the car window. 

“Mom drive.” 

“Don’t be so rude.”

She calls her name again and y/n turns around this time. She gives us a confused face and waves. 

“Shouldn’t we give her a ride?” 

“No, we shouldn't, we should  go home and leave her alone.” I insist. 

Third and honestly the weirdest one was dinner. It was one thing to have to sit with y/n at school and not talk to her, but having to do it in my own house is much harder. Especially when she looks so good. 

y/n was dressed casually, but after seeing her in nothing but sweatpants and oversized shirts for the past week, even casual looks fancy on her.  She smiles, and her lips start moving. Someone must have asked a question, probably something about school, but I'm not paying attention to anyone who isn't her. 

My borderline  stare shifts from her outfit to her face and as she speaks I can help but smile looking at her. She was wearing the same makeup she wore every day to school, just with slightly heavier bags under her eyes. She was tired and hadn't been getting much sleep on top of probably crying.  

My eyes tear away from her and I force them to focus on my plate. A deep pool of guilt fills my stomach at the thought of y/n tossing and turning all night and crying into her pillow. Then the more selfish thoughts fill my mind. Being in her bed while she tossed and turned, wrapping my arms around her to hold her still and comfort her. Cracking a joke to cheer her up, or just being able to listen as she complained about whatever was bothering her. Of course, knowing that it was me. 

I must have been a little too lost in my thoughts because I don't hear y/n's mom as me the same question mine asked her. But when I feel a kick from across the table, I quickly snap out of it. 

“What.” 

“How's school?” She asks again. “I hope you and y/n know that just because it's your last year doesn't mean the work doesn't matter.”

“School is … school.” My normal answer to that question. “And trust me, we're not slacking off.” 

“At least you have classes together, so if one of you star slipping the others there to help.” Her dad says before taking a bite of the food. 

“Unless we're both slipping.” y/n whispers mostly to herself, but I picked up on it. 

After dinner, everyone runs off and does their own thing, leaving me and y/n to do the dishes. I was forced obviously, but y/n just wanted to help me I guess. The dads go into the other room and talk about figurines, Greg and y/n's brother go upstairs and play video games, Manny tagging along to watch them. Our moms go and do whatever they want with a glass of wine in both of their hands. 

Once we're done, I skip the awkward silence or small talk and get straight to the point ad apologize. 

“I'm sorry, I really fucked up.”

“You were right.”

I pause and instantly my face turns skeptical before shifting back to apologetic. 

“No, y/n I was wrong.”

“No, you were right.” She repeats. 

I pause again, this time letting her explain what she meant before I continue. 

“At least about some things and I just didn't uh really feel like listening I guess.” She fiddles with her fingers as she speaks, clearly nervous. “But the way you told me was definitely wrong.” 

It was, it really was. 

“Yeah it was, I just I don't really know why I did it like that. I just kept thinking about him and you and you guys being friends and even more, and I-” 

I hated it, I hated the thought so fucking much. Quickly, my words bunch together, and I turn into a rambling mess. Trying to find the right words or right combination of words to let y/n know that I knew that I fucked up. And that I was sorry.

“I know.” She tells me with a small laugh, finding my frustration funny.

“Next time, I'll try to be nicer about it.”

“Trust me there will not be a next time, you Chris and Ben are the only friends I need.” She pauses with a small smile. “Mostly you though.” 

She looks me in the eyes and her smile grows, and somehow without thinking about it or even noticing I do the same. And for however long we just stand there and smile. It's a sorta silent thing, we're not really saying anything to each other, but it means so much.

The look, the sparkle in her dark brown eyes, the patients in the way we breathe. The feeling that flutters in my stomach, rises into my chest and turns my skin bright pink or dark red. I couldn't name it, I shouldn't name it, but it's there. I can't control it, and I don't think I want to. 

Next chapter;)

All chapters :)

#mjlovescm #black fem reader #rodrick heffley #rodrick x reader #diary of a wimpy kid

[l-sincline]

Pearl

Gather intel on Pearl. I’d rather there be no fighting this time. Go in, get out, that’s it. You two can handle that, right? 

Quite frankly, 01 found that Sova was quite the stealth expert. Though she had at first been confused by Brimstone’s request. Why her and Sova? Would Cypher or Fade or even Killjoy not be the better option here? She had mentioned this offhandedly to Sova before their departure, of which he had swiftly answered, and she had to agree. 

Cypher was better with information from behind a desk, Killjoy had plenty of information to sift through already from her own excursion, and Fade was… new. They all seemed to still be testing the waters around her, seeing what they could assign and trust her with and what not. 

You are quiet, you will not bug me, your technology can help us download this information faster. We will work well together.

Was all Sova had said before he returned to doing last minute cleaning on his bow. 

She supposed that was right. Really, she was outfitted for anything. A part of her had gotten used to playing support for KAY/O on recent missions. That had always been their role, they worked well together. But comfortability was complacency, and in the end she was glad to switch it up. 

Neon, Chamber, and Brimstone all stood lined up at the command console behind them, Neon focusing on powering the portal that buzzed with high energy right before 01 and Sova. Chamber took some notes of sorts on the entire situation while Brimstone spoke. 

“Remember, any issues and detract immediately. Only fight if your life's on the line.” 

“Yes, Sir.” 01 and Sova were a hollow echo of each other. 

“Good. Head out.” 

So the cyborg and the hunter did. 

The portal was a strange sensation. She found herself pushing through it, as if it was trying to hold her back. She tore away at the fabric of energy and kept pushing. She couldn’t see Sova, she wondered if he felt the same thing. She’d neglected to ask anyone who’d already been through what exactly it felt like, nevertheless, she powered through. 

Coming out on the other side felt… worse. 

A migraine swam to the front of her head immediately and she groaned, slapping one hand to her forehead as her vision got dizzy. She stumbled forward- her blood pumped loudly in her ears, deafening the surrounding world with a roar. Only faintly she could hear the overheating of her own powercore as it gleamed brighter on her chest. 

01? 

She saw Sova’s figure- just barely- stop and turn towards her as she fell to her knees. She was hot, and yet cold at the same time. Sova’s boots were at her face now as he crouched down, grabbing one of her shoulders. 

01?!

He shook her slightly; all she could do was breath quickly. Everything hurt, real pain, phantom pain, the whole lot of it. 

Brim…. extract… issue…. can’t

Sova’s words barely made it to her head as he spoke into his earpiece. The world went white, and 01 collapsed. 

—

01 burst awake, sitting up and gasping for air before quieting, glancing around to take in her surroundings and figure out where she was. 

The protocol. In one of her very own med rooms made half tech rooms. Home. 

“Cyras.” 

She turned to look over at KAY/O, who stood by her bedside. She groaned inwardly and flopped back down, looking up at him. 

“What happened out there?” He asked. 

“Your guess is as good as mine.” She responded quietly. 

Her body still tingled, she wasn’t sure if it was pain, really. But rather a jumpy-ness, a quickness, she felt like if she grabbed the rail at the edge of the bed too hard, she’d break it. 

Killjoy entered hurriedly, setting down her papers on the counter and sitting on the rolling chair before typing some more at the computer. 

“I ran some tests while you were asleep- “She spoke hurriedly as 01 sat back up, “I just have a few questions.” She stopped typing, turned to 01 and smiled. 

“Okay…” 01 responded awkwardly. 

“Now, how would you say you usually feel when you get close to a deployed spike?” She spun back around, fingers poised to type at the computer. 

“Uh…” 01 glanced over to KAY/O, he shrugged, “I mean. It’s hard. That radianite can feel really overbearing. Like it’s squashing you- doesn’t everyone feel that?” 

“No.” Killjoy responded simply, turning back to 01 as she finished typing. “Now- a bit strange. But would you mind summoning your holograms for me?” 

Still confused, 01 raised a brow but went along. Her power core brightened and then-

“Woah!” Killjoy grinned wider. 

That was a lot more holograms than her usual ten. 

A few flickered weakly at the edge of the room, some phased through the bed and Killjoy and KAY/O- who’s face seemed to have adopted an exclamation point. Cute, she might’ve laughed if all of this wasn’t happening- the holograms were just as bright and strong as usual. Which was strange, considering ten was her known limit. They all faded out of existence. 

“That’s the answer then.” Killjoy stood and made her way over, “Now, from what we’ve learned, Pearl is a city surrounded by water. That dome they use to keep the city safe is constructed with a lot of radianite. I think your power core started automatically absorbing all that power and it overwhelmed your system. A spike is a small little thing, you can handle that, but that done is huge, it flooded your system with radiant energy and your core went to absorb it to power you automatically. You couldn’t keep up.” 

01 glanced down at her core- it did seem to be glowing a bit brighter now. 

“So you think I could handle Pearl now? Now that my body has had a chance to settle?” 

“Oh god no.” Killjoy laughed, turning away to grab her papers. “You won’t be able to go over there. The only reason you’re awake so early is because Sova was able to pull you out so fast. You going back to Pearl would be a suicide… mission…” her voice drifted off as she turned around and saw the look on 01’s face. 

Realizing she had portrayed far too much emotion, 01 hardened herself once more and looked away out the window. 

“I’ll… leave you two alone for a bit.” Killjoy grinned sheepishly before hurrying out. 

“It’ll be fine.” KAY/O started immediately. “There’s plenty to do back here still. You’ll get more work from Brimstone as soon as you’re fully recovered.” 

“I failed, KAY/O.” 01 stopped him, “all this… portal and other earth stuff- it’s important. It’s important and I failed. I ruined that mission. And now what? Now I can’t go over there with all of you? I have to sit back here and clean guns all day? I was made to go out and do missions and fight fights and protect my team!” She choked, “If I can’t go over there and do what needs to be done then… what good am I?” 

A large hand grasped her arm and yanked her- gently, mind you- to look back over. 

“Don’t say that. There’s still work over here that has to be done. We won’t all just up and leave you here. You can try and figure out a way to withstand all that radianite, but until then, you can stay here and do work here. It’ll all be fine.” 

She bit her lip and nodded. It was not an answer she liked. But no one was going to let her step foot at that portal again until she had a solid solution. 

“I have to wonder-“ she started quietly, “if all that radianite did this to me, what’s it done to my counterpart?”

#sincline writing #valorant oc #valorant 01 #omg the looorrreee #anyways

[wind-becomes-lightning]

to be enough.

my love @uchiharomance, now that we are about to approach the end, it is your turn! <3 <3 I love your baby haruka so so so much and I will never tire of writing her with Itachi in any form I can because they are so sweet. This is sappy, I know, but maybe it will make you go "aww" a little.

Ikigai Au

Uchiha Itachi x OC

2001 words

The day before her wedding, Haruka still needs some assurances from the one she loves

The kimono was almost too white to look good on her, Haruka thought, as she draped it over her body to look at it one last time. There had been many last times to look at it over the last few hours, as if she couldn’t believe that she was going to wear this in just a few hours in reality and not just her imagination. Haruka wasn’t sure if pure white was for her, even with the violets of the Nohara clan woven into the material, mostly because it stood for innocence, and she did not feel innocent, at least not pure white innocent.

She just decided to take one last extended look, trying to imagine how it would feel on her skin, how the fabric would fall around her legs, when a soft voice was calling for her from the outside. “Haruka.” 

Itachi’s voice could be so warm and adoring, especially when he was calling for her. Haruka scrambled to get her kimono back into the wardrobe and pulled it shut, before opening the door to him. His hair was open and hanging damp around his shoulders, as if he had just come out of the bath, but he was wearing a full outfit.

“Hey”, she said with a smile and stepped to the side so he could step in. “Ready to leave?” They had decided to spent this last night apart from each other just because of stupid old traditions and as such Itachi was going to leave to stay with Sasuke and Sakura at the new town area of the village as opposed to their own outskirts house, which was situated in the old town. The sun was already about to be setting, so they surely were waiting for him. As far as Haruka knew, they had invited him to eat dinner with them.

“I don’t think there is much to get ready for,” Itachi said and leaned against the wardrobe, his hand finding hers seamlessly. “It is just a night.”

She sighed. “Yes, just one night.” It was just one, nothing too major, but it was the first night they spent apart since Itachi had lost his eyesight all these years ago in the war. He was still a genius of course, so he didn’t really need his eyes in daily life. Chakra helped him move around and almost see people in his vicinity, but Haruka could not help but worry each time about him anyway. She was so used to being his eyes that even one night seemed way too long.

Plus, she generally didn’t like being parted from him. There had been a few awful weeks in her life in which she thought she’d never see him again. When he had decided to sacrifice himself for the greater good, his brother’s future and Haruka had sat utterly helpless at home, trapped like a fly under a glass. Seeing, but not able to help. Nothing in her life had felt this bad and nothing in her life should ever feel that bad again. So even that one night felt like a big leap.

Lost in these thoughts, Haruka played with one of his hair strands, when he suddenly asked: “Are you nervous?”

She almost instantly replied with a hearted “No!”, but then she thought about it more clearly. Yes, sure, she was a little nervous. Nobody would have faulted her if she was since she was entering a big clan that was well known and traditional. So traditional in fact that Itachi, who by all accounts would be the clan head, went out of his way to ask the other living Uchiha (his brother and the hokage’s wife) for permission to bring a person into the family. Of course only for the traditions sake. Neither of them really had any objections.

But that was not what Haruka was a little worried about. It was this commitment for the entire lifetime. She knew she could never love anyone else besides Itachi, because she had loved him ever since she’d followed him through a group of people during the nine tails attack and had risked her own banishment by chasing and healing him, but how was it with him? Haruka was nothing special, in fact, many people around her were much more remarkable. She was just a healer and she had never thought she was a great beauty.

“A little”, she admitted. “Not because I am not secure in my feelings, there are other things on my mind.” He pressed her hand and turned his head so that he faced her. He had once told her that he could feel her like a chakra swirl that was warmer and brighter than any other. That she shone like a hearth in a cold home to him, a point to always get drawn to and go back to.

He hummed. “Other things, dear?” Haruka made a sound of affirmation. Sometimes she still nodded or shook her head when she was around him and then she had to scold herself for it. Itachi could not see, he could feel, he could imagine pictures from what he felt, but he could not see.

“I don’t know.. What if you grow tired of me?” She said it with a shaking voice, feeling a little foolish about it. She knew it made her sound childish, especially after the great lengths Itachi had jumped through to get their wedding under way. There had been people, older people, in the village that had been against a newly founded Uchiha clan, but Lord Sixth had silenced them quickly. In Haruka’s opinion they all deserved to be exiled just like Itachi was, but that would never happen as she knew as much.

Itachi chuckled. “Why would I grow tired of you?” He led her hand to his lips to kiss it. “Such a thing could never happen.”

Haruka squirmed a little. He was out of her league of course she’d known that, no matter how many times he had complimented her. “There are many out there that would love to be with you,” she said finally, “I’m just one of many. I have nothing specific to offer you and still…”

“Still I love you”, he finished the sentence for her. It did not matter that he had told her this countless times since they’d met, she still got shivers each time he did. Still, in this moment her fighting spirit sprung into action and she opened her mouth to continue her argument when he pulled on her arm to wrap her up close.

“Haruka”; he said again in this soft way only he could say her name, “Nobody is like you. Nobody can offer me the love and feeling of safety that you offer me. You might think that you don’t stand out at all, and maybe you don’t stand out to the world, but to me you are the first flower of spring, the first sunshine of summer, the first rain of autumn and the first snow of winter. You are the most beautiful painting that I could ever let my eyes wander over and your presence is a warmth I haven’t known since I left the safety of my home as a teenager. In a million different worlds and scenarios and universes I would always find you and I would always be in love with you.”

Haruka didn’t know what to say. Her mouth hung half open and tears burned in the sides of her eyes. “Itachi…. I-”

“And tomorrow I will promise you to stay by your side, to repay at least a little of how much you have given me with every moment you’ve stayed by my side when you could have left, every action you took to keep a dead man alive, to cure and save me. Even if I didn’t already love you all encompassing back then, I would have loved you afterwards as my personal hero, my saviour. So it is not you who is not good enough for me, on the contrary, I am not good enough for you.”

By now she was no longer able to hold the tears back, they freely rolled down her cheek. Itachi must have noticed somehow, as his hands let go of hers and framed her face to wipe it. “I sincerely hope those are tears of happiness,” he said with a slight smile.

“Of course” Haruka sniffed, “I love you.”  He put his head forward so that their foreheads could touch. “I can’t wait to show you exactly how much I love you from tomorrow on forward.” 

He laughed, this carefree laugh he had only adopted once he was pardoned and freed of what had been haunting him when he was still considered a criminal. “That sounds like you mean something more dirty than you actually mean.”

“I mean that stuff too,” Haruka replied without missing a beat. “I will show you how much I love you in many ways.” They leaned in for a kiss almost automatically. It was light and sweet and for a moment Haruka remembered that first kiss in the cave so many years ago when they thought their first kiss would also stay their last kiss.

She drew back, a little dizzy and now giddy and excited. The nerves had left when his lips had touched hers, now she could look forward to the next day. After all, the ceremony was a big deal and all the village’s eyes would be on both of them. It was good to know that Itachi really loved her, she would probably need a few more assurances in the future, but so did he sometimes. They’d love each other so much that eventually they’d stop asking for it.

“Anyway”, Haruka said to gather herself again. “You said you’d always love me, in any universe, but that's just objectively not true.” She poked Itachi in the chest.

He lifted his head: “Oh?”

“Yes because in one of these universes Shisui is alive and you are happily married with 10 kids or so that are way too talented for your own good.” Haruka grabbed Itachi’s hand as she so often did when they spoke about Shisui, whose death always weighed heavy on Itachi’s mind. “And I would just support both of you from afar and look after the health of your children.”

There was his carefree laughter again, the sound that made her heart sing louder than anything else. “Wrong again,” Itachi laughed, “If Shisui were still alive I would still love you, both of you, and we three would have 10 children together that would be too talented for our own good.”

“Do you think he would have liked me?” Haruka had asked that question many times before, but she wanted to hear it out of his mouth again. “Of course,” Itachi said, just like he always did, “He would have loved you because I love you.”

They remained like this for just a little while longer, their hands holding each other, when Haruka suddenly remembered what he had come into their bedroom for. “What time is it? Shouldn’t you get going to Sakura-chan and Sasuke-san?”

Itachi let go of her and took a step back. “Right,” he said and shook his hair out. “They’ll be expecting me for dinner. Sakura has insisted I eat with them and leave you to go see your family for the evening.”

“And it is right of you to accept that invitation.” She actually looked forward to seeing the small family of Nohara’s that she still belonged to, at least for one more night, in the evening.

He turned and used his right hand to navigate back to the door: “Well I guess I will get going then and leave you to pull your wedding kimono out again so you can look at it.”

Embarrassment creeped up her neck. “How did you know I did that?”

“I know you so well my love, eyes or not.”

#fanfiction things #nisi turns 30 #this is the twelth story i finish #it is the sixteenth of august #so a month out to my birthday #i wanted to be halfway by then or over half so at least im half now #i will try to get two done a day now because ahhhh i only have like... a week and a half left before i fly to germany #wait not even a week and a half only a week #but i can write in germany of course too im just trying to get many done #anyway kisses for you jess ilu

[bbq-hawks-wings]

BBQ rambledumps for the first time in a while. Been running D&D.

What's up, my beautiful fellow clowns, how we doing today? I just logged in on desktop mode and saw a new message in my inbox only to discover it's a porn bot and they're sending videos AND strange URLs directly now. YAY!

Thank God, blurring content from users who don't follow you was an actual improvements made to this hellsite after years of fumbling features. Progress is progress.

Anyway, I originally came here intending to write about my Fodlan D&D campaign because I'm due to show some actual creative capacity here for once and prove I haven't completely gelatinized into a lump of depression and exhaustion. So yeah, more nonsense under the cut.

Nice, the icons have been switched around a bit - they're a little easier to read now.

SO! I wanted to two-fold introduce the campaign setting and talk about my players/characters - whom I will be referring to by their characters' names exclusively (except maybe Atlas) - because I'm actually having a blast with it all, and maybe some of you will appreciate the various eccentricities of this gaggle at my table, too.

First, the setting:

I...

LOVE.

FODLAN.

Idegaf about Fire Emblem as a larger franchise or series - this PARTICULAR story is EXACTLY the kind of thing that makes all the happy chemicals in my brain go brrrrrrrrr.

There's drama, political intrigue, romance, deep lore, references to various real-world myths, references to various real-world PEOPLE, repeating thematic motifs, a complex and nuanced look at conflict and war, a complex and nuanced look at religion and history, AND THE OUTFITS ARE SPECTACULAR?!?!?!

And if I kept thinking about it we'd be here all day.

One of the hardest things for me as a very n00b DM is that I know most of the power of the game and enjoyment for my players comes from the world they exist and play in. If I don't have a good grasp of how all the strategic pieces fit together across the map, how am I going to let my players roam and interact with it like it's always been their own idea and not me actually scrambling to slap something together that's satisfying for them while also not completely toppling my campaign?

And here I have not only this entire RPG I adore and already want to know like the back of my hand, that has characters that I delight in mimicking and writing for, that has nearly all the wiki knowledge I could ask for, but I also have the PERFECT excuse to write my Golden Route and let all my little chess pieces live happily ever after somewhere, AND there's a campaign setting already made for 5e!

Is the DM set up to have a good time?

Yes

Absolutely

With my setting chosen, I now had to figure out the various big plot flags to hit that would put it on course for the ending I want. Some big considerations I particularly kept in mind included:

Edelgard MUST start the conflict. There is never a scenario in this multiverse (according to canon obv) where she does not strike first because it's in her character to strike first for both her own survival as well as to protect those she's taken charge of. The second she thinks she has what it takes to confidently take her next move before her opponent the plot lurches forward full speed. This is what predominately sets her apart from Claude who is quite similar about the lengths he's willing to go to win but he's typically much more reactionary while Edel is aggressively preemptive.

If I don't want Edelgard to have all of Fodlan immediately in a standoff for survival that just looks like the other games with the other nations because of the complications that TWSITD throw into the plot, the truth of the Nabataen race HAS to come to light to her before anyone else. That means that she has to know BEFORE she retakes the Empire for her own regime. This means a BIG MESS for the Church of Seiros to deal with start-to-finish over the course of the campaign.

Going along with the previous point, once the true nature of the Church, the Children of the Goddess, and just what ACTUAL Fodlan history is (and remember, Edel hates these people pretending they're divine when they're clearly not, she is NOT putting up with that nonsense), Faerghus is going to be PISSED even if there's complicated feelings about how the nobility came to be, and Claude's scheming will get kicked into overdrive. There's no way I can't see it happening. Even if the Nabateans have FULL support and protection of Edelgard (which they will sooner than later) the bloody history between them and the nobility of the Kingdom will reach a crescendo and the Nabateans will have a LOT to answer for regarding their involvement in Fodlan history.

Where I want it to end is for all of them to overcome Thales and TWSITD with the help of Shez and Byleth. As a result, Sothis will be fully revived, she'll reward and bestow special blessings to the entire cast, and then she'll ascend into the heavens once again - but this time taking her hand of protection off of the world, opening the setting up to "D&D proper" so the players can keep playing in the sandbox they've grown attached to if they want, but they get way more stuff to play with now and we can actually use the core books for more than just basic rules YAY!

With that all set up in the back of our heads, let's introduce our players - all of whom besides Atlas is completely blind to the original plot (MWUAHAHAHAHAHA):

Umbrae: A knight from the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, Umbrae's father was one of the the victims of the Tragedy of Duscur. Discontent with the ambiguous non-answers that have been found regarding the massacre, Umbrae is on a mission to discover the truth of what happened and why - no matter what sordid secrets may be revealed in the process - so that the chapter of anguish and uncertainty for the nation can come to a close and healing can properly begin.

Godfrey: Originally from the Adrestian Empire, Godfrey was an aimless wandering sell-sword until he met the love of his life, Josephine - a monk of the Church of Seiros whose tender kindness brought light and hope into the lives of those she touched. She joined him with his platoon of fighters during the outbreak of plague in the Kingdom to treat the sick and afflicted along the way; but no good deed goes unpunished. While Godfrey and his men were called away to respond to news of a threat, the camp was attacked by those who feared their involvement was spreading the sickness. Godfrey returned too late to save his wife and unborn child and has since sworn an oath to the Knights of Seiros, now once again aimless in his purpose with nowhere to place his grief and anger except upon the heads of the wicked with the edge of his sword.

Booferd: A lowly thief from the Adrestrian Empire - there's not a lot to Booferd yet because he's only been to the first session and has been stuck studying to keep his GPA up. He's fantastic at this game, though, and I'll make sure he gets the chance to have a great time whenever he can play. He called Balthus "ball-face" in RP and he's going to get inspiration points for that.

Atlas: Hailing from the far-off land of Morfis, Atlas is an escaped experiment victim of TWSITD on a mission to save his fellow victims still trapped back at the lab and wipe the scourge of the Agarthans off the face of the earth. Unlike the Fodlan branches of the Agarthans, this base in Morfis raised humans like lab rats a la The Promised Neverland to simulate and study various conditions and outcomes their human experiments underwent. Atlas, an exceptional subject, escaped and eventually found his way to the docks of Adrestia where Hubert found him - seemingly incomprehensible and insane at first but then deceptively brilliant upon patient inspection. Hubert secretly scooped him off the street before he made more ruckus, cleaned him up and trained him, and then planted the unnerving foreigner into Garreg Mach as his personal mole (because Rhea loves picking up strays) - seemingly unconnected in every way while funneling information, secrets, and the nifty little gadgets he makes to the young man and his emperor who promise him a proper payment for his services.

This post is getting long and I need to get the kids up from their nap. I have more, especially since we're about 4 sessions in, so I'll probably make a new post soon. Feel free to send any ideas on how to tag this.

#she speaks #tag later