#but i like how to figures share the same heights as the three of them

[psychicdisaster]

The necklace Kaidou buys from the fortune teller in episode 6 of the first season is clearly meant to represent him, Nendou, and Saiki. I am going to be ill.

#it probably was obvious #but i like how to figures share the same heights as the three of them #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki no psi nan #tdlosk #shun kaidou #riki nendou #kusuo saiki #saiki kusuo #coffeejelly.txt

[ashipiko]

—NIKO CIMARRON

All information on Niko Cimarron ATM! Will most likely be updated ☆

—MORE UNDER CUT

BASIC INFORMATION:

Class: 2-A

Birthday: October 24

Height: 176cm

Dominant Hand: Right

From: Land of Pyroxene / Shaftlands

Club: Film Studies (visits on occasion, inactive member)

Favorite Subject: Magic Analysis

Best Subject: Animal Languages

Likes: Making a profit

Dislikes: Getting outsmarted

Favorite Food: Berries / Berry flavored things

Least Favorite Food: Anything too hot

Specialty: Balancing on the line of lie and truth

GALLERY:

VOICE CLAIM:

YUU’S INTERVIEW:

— Scarabia Dorms - Niko’s Room —

for easier reading, all yuu dialogue will be in italics and all niko dialogue will be in a normal black font instead of green.

There you are. Surprised you came to visit me, Carrots.

> You know what I’m here for, Niko.

> Why are you surprised?

No need to act like that. Interview, right? Or should I say an interrogation? If you wanted to hang out with me, you didn’t need to hide around the bush, you know…

It’s cute seeing you all dodgy, but still. ♡

> I think it matches your vibe.

> You’re one to talk.

Yeah, yeah. How many questions do we have planned for today? Don’t take too long, now. I’ve gotta start pumping out those treats for my profit.

…Oh. No need to worry about a pen and paper, I’ve got one for you.

> I didn’t expect for you to be so prepared.

> (…They’re cuter than expected.)

Something something about matching the vibes… They’re modeled after an old movie about cops and so, interrogating. Figured you’d like them. A carrot for Carrots. It’s cute.

It’s about time to start though, huh?

> Yeah.

> No more wasting time.

INTERVIEW: START!

1. Can we get some basic info about you from… you?

A second year Scarabia student who’s a fox beastman. I guess I’m what you’d call a charmer, thief of the heart, man of your dreams… I’ve heard it all. But the real name’s Niko. Niko Cimarron. My surname means “Wild”, so you could call me Mr. Wild if you like that too. Heh, actually, it’s a business thing, so I guess you’d only call me that if you bought my products… Say, Carrots, you feeling like you need a snack? I have some lefties if you’d like.

> No thanks.

> Why not?

They’re tasty, I prommie~.

2. Speaking of which, what are your “pawpsicles” made from? How do you make them?

Those little things? Why, I’ll let you know I put my blood, sweat, and tears in those treats. Makes me happy to see other people happy, like the faces on a thaumark. To make ‘em, it’s just some tasty berries from the school grounds that get mushed up to get juice, where they go into a mold and freeze up. It’s hard work! I’ve gotta walk so many steps around the school and all across campus… You’re lucky you never saw me in my first year. Took me a while to get used to the schedule… Though, I’m a well-organized man now, I’ll have you know. It’s good for the public image.

3. You’re from the Shaftlands, aren’t you? Do you have any connections to Vil, Cater, or Jack?

Connections? I have them with everyone, really… though I don’t think those three are really aware I came from the same place as them. To be fair, the Shaftlands is a pretty big area. People even go as far to call it a utopia.

If anything, I’ve talked to Diamond more at NRC than anywhere in the Shaftlands. Is that because I never even saw him once? Maybe. So I can’t say about back then, but I can enjoy a good conversation with him now. He’s a good customer and a good influencer. Back then, he got me a good chunk of costumers off of a Magicam post, so I’ve got to give it to him. Who knew people could just follow trendy things at the drop of a hat? Crazy, right?

Vil is a major celebrity, and Jack, I didn’t even know existed ‘till this year. I’ve got nothing to say about Mr. Hardhead, but I’ve had my fair share of talks with Vil. When we were kids, I got a wave from him once… It was great bragging rights. Heh, he kinda freaks me out now though. The reason why I don’t actually participate in club activities. He’s probably too high of a standard for a lowlife like me, so it’s not something that bothers me anyway.

4. You don’t seem to have a Unique Magic. Any reason why?

Ah. Magic? A little bit of a sour topic for me, Carrots, ow… I’m just a late bloomer, is all. I’ve got magic in me, but I never played around with it when I was younger, so I’m way more rusty than all of the other guys here. It doesn’t mean I don’t know the brain stuff, though. Just inexperienced.

If I’m being dead honest, it’s kind of a miracle how I got into NRC. I guess they wanted the fox vote, huh? Heh.

5. Not sure if I’ve seen you around a lot with one particular person. Is there a secret someone?

Secret someone? Getting jealous, are you? Haha, I would’ve never taken you to be the type!

> Not the focus of the question.

> That’s not…!

It’s your fault for wording it like that. You’ve got to watch your words, Carrots. Well, the business life is a cold one, isn’t it? Being around a bunch of highschool guys isn’t really the “ideal” grounds for making business partners either, so it is what it is. At least this way, I get all the profits, so I don’t mind. If you want, I can save a spot for you by my side. ♡

> Again, no thanks.

> Maybe after I get a break from all the things this school brings.

Keep me in mind~.

6. Our last question. You say a lot of random stuff. People get annoyed with it pretty often. How do you feel about that?

…? Oh, you picked up on it, huh? Heh, I mean… I guess I could come clean. I think it’s interesting you haven’t walked away from me yet, y’know. Usually people aren’t into this stuff.

> You are annoying, but…

> (Would it be mean to say something?)

I appreciate you, Carrots. A little too much than I’d like.

Usually people don’t really like the stereotypical foxiness I bring to the table. They run away because I’m either something they don’t wanna get mixed up with, or just something they don’t like. I think you’re a weirdo who’s looking for entertainment when you come into my room and talk to me like this.

…But I guess that just means that you like the way I talk to you, right? You can’t get enough? Is that what’s happening here? ♡

> For a second, I thought you were going to need some comfort, but I guess not.

> Really, it’s fine, Niko…

Don’t pretend like your cheeks aren’t a little red. I like the reactions I get out of you. ♡

Is that all you wanted? Yeah? Alright, we’re done here, then. Hand me the pen, would ya?

> It was nice being able to talk to you like this.

> (That was a quick turnaround.)

…Yeah. Hurry on up, shouldn’t you be studying up on actual things worth studying? Live up to that Smarty McSmart Pants title. Bye-bye now~.

INTERVIEW: END!

> (I feel like Niko’s more than meets the eye.)

> (I feel like Niko’s… hiding something.)

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TRIVIA:

Niko is actually magicless. Not entirely, as he does have some running in his blood, so he didn’t lie, but it’s not enough where he can successfully conjure spells. Because of this, at NRC, he often has to get by with con-artist type excuses and acts. It works most of the time, as he has Crowley’s support. For now, he’s getting by with the excuse of being a late bloomer, but I’m sure suspicions are beginning to rise… Perhaps, if this were to be found out that he’s unable to conjure spells, he would be kicked out of NRC.

He made it to NRC after being dared to attempt to con his way in by his magicless best friend. His name is not noted, but he’s a very angry and violent French fennec fox. Niko is often bullied by him.

He can be considered a fan of Vil.

Niko enjoys the pop genre a lot, but is embarrassed to admit it.

Despite being a playboy, Niko is easily flustered at the thought of someone making moves on him.

Even though he doesn’t want to, he feels obligated to play into the deceitful foxiness of himself, because that’s what people naturally expect of him. It stops them from getting curious about him, as it seems like they’ve already got him figured out.

He says things that are considered shallow, like flirting or bargaining because he wants to get a reaction out of people. Niko does small things like this for small reactions — enough of these small reactions will fulfill the same satisfaction of seeing someone he loves flustered or happy, he thinks. In truth, he knows it won’t amount to much. Niko tries to satisfy himself enough so that he won’t need the real thing.

Niko feels very guilting for deceiving everyone at NRC, especially the prefect. Even still, he doesn’t have the heart to tell them that he truly doesn’t belong here, taking up a spot possibly for somebody who deserves it much more.

Niko’s way of thinking suggests that if he acts distasteful enough, it will cause people to stray far away from him. He believes that he really is just a lowlife fox, but the truth of his actions is something he think people would hate him for most; living in a lie. Because of this, he acts like a playboy and an annoyance in attempts to get people to stay away, preventing them from finding out the even uglier truth of him.

Additionally, he’s afraid to have the truth leak out because he doesn’t want to leave NRC. Though he doesn’t have much, he doesn’t want to lose the little bit he does have.

Even still, Niko craves for someone who will take time to understand him. Which is why he’s so attached to the prefect.

More to be added!

#niko cimarron #ashi’s ocs ♡ #twst oc #twst #twst wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst yuu #UHH. UHHHH. TAGS #UHHHHHHHH #yeah I got nothing #I HOPE YOU ENJOY MY WIDDLE FOXY BOY

[babygorewhore]

Scream for me

Eddie Munson x fem OC

Summery: Eddie Munson, a music major at college is secretly in love with Sammy, or as he calls her, Cobain. But he’s never gotten the chance to ask her out especially with a masked murderer roaming the streets of Hawkins. But he’ll find that the killer is much closer than he thinks.

AU-Scream Universe 🔪

WC. 6k.

This is a shared universe with my girl, Dolly @xxhellfirebunnyxx Our love for these movies and Stranger things inspired us to create our own characters for these fics. Please keep in mind these OCs have self inserted inspired looks but they are still readable. If you’re a scream fan, we’re sure you’ll appreciate the quotes. Eddie refers to her as Cobain. But her name is Sammy.

Warnings! 18plus! Violence! Details of murders! Character is killed off. Slight mention of deadbeat dad, Eddie is a perv. Male masterbation, hints at female masterbation, knife play, oral male recieving, degrading, spit, Dom Oc, sub Eddie, unprotected PnV

“I can’t believe Chrissy is dead, man.” Jonathan sighed as he adjusted his camera bag. Eddie gave him a side glance as they walked on the sidewalk to get to their next classes.

“Yeah, me either. It’s fucking insane.” Eddie answered, resisting the urge to look at his phone again. The images and news report of her corpse was the hot topic of Hawkins and the college.

This was the third murder of this killer stalking the streets. None of them were even connected until Chrissy.

His father and Jonathan’s father were murdered a year ago. A few weeks apart. He wished he could say either of them were sad about it. But they were all killed with a large hunting knife. Each more violent than the last. His uncle Wayne told him about the murder and Eddie attended the funeral. Barely feeling anything except relief. Jonathan was the same way. But he worried about Will’s state of mind.

Eddie and Jonathan started to part ways in the entry way of the building. “I’ll see you after class, Eddie.”

He sped walked to his music class, he was still in theory. Eddie wanted to erase how he used to be in high school. So he made sure to always be early.

After hours of theory, many notes and contemplating if he was even learning anything, it ended and he was free to hang out with his small circle of friends.

Well.

To hang out with her.

It was embarrassing really. How much he liked her. Eddie tried to always wear his nicest jeans and band shirts. Even if he was teased for being a simp by the asshole Harrington. Eddie breathed in the fresh air and made his way to the spot his friends claimed earlier in the semester. He chewed his lips in anticipation as he rounded the corner.

His breath caught in his throat and he almost dropped his bag. Eddie always felt like he got hit by a bus when he saw her. She was walking to the spot. Two benches next to the courtyard. He tried to smile normally. But he probably looked he was in a toothpaste commercial.

Samantha and her best friend Willow walked together arm and arm. But everyone called her Sammy and Willow was Bunny. But Eddie had his own name for her. Something no one else had.

“Hey, Cobain. Hey bunny.” He waved and they both did too.

Cobain’s clothes were always dark. Loose, comfortable sweaters, patterned pants or dresses. She always wore converse or combat boots. Her hair was bright pink and curly. Her curves filled out her current dark green sweater that reached her thigh. Her eyes coated in thick eyeliner.

Bunny was the opposite. Smaller in height and figure. Her white hair was long and she always wore light colors. Like an angel. She had big doe eyes that Jonathan was obsessed with. Bunny was Jonathan’s girl. She just didn’t know it yet.

Eddie called Sammy cobain because the first time he saw her, she wore a Nirvana shirt and she stood up to Jason when he asked her to name more than three songs in the courtyard when she was trying to find a spot to read.

But then the dick decided to get aggressive and Eddie scared him off. He was obsessed already when Sammy gave him a dimpled smile. “Uh. Thanks, Eddie.”

“How-you already-“

“Come on. Everyone knows the most metal guy in Corraded Coffin. I’ve come to a couple sets.”

He immediately fell in love with her. Eddie slung an arm around her shoulders, slouching down.

“Well, my lady. I certainly can’t tease you about Nirvana, Ms. Cobain. Not when she’s a fan.” She told him quietly her real name.

Eddie allowed both girls to sit before he did and he slumped beside Cobain. Her lips were coated in gloss. And it was sticking out of her bag. Their knees touched and he was getting warm. He kept glancing at her chest. It was rising and falling softly. He wanted to squeeze them and fuck-

“How are you ladies? Did you guys stay awake during class?” He tried to focus on her eyes but it was really fucking hard by the way she kept adjusting her silver heart necklace.

Bunny and Cobain snorted. “I tried not to freak out when I checked my phone.” She tucked a pink strand behind her ear and Bunny held her arm tighter.

“It’s so scary. This guy is getting crazy with killing people. I-I don’t ever want to be alone.”

“You girls don’t need to worry. You’re always together and besides. You have m-“

“Hey guys,” Eddie wanted to scream at the sound of Robins voice but both Bunny and Cobain grinned and ushered the rest of the group over.

Robin, her girlfriend Marina, Steve and Jonathan settled around.

Robin started babbling, “Another murder? This dude is officially considered a serial killer. And did you notice-“

“Fuck, Robin. Can we at least sit down before you start talking about the gross details?” Steve cut her off and earned a small glare from Marina.

“Nice seeing you guys,” Eddie moved over as Robin and Marina wedged themselves on either side of Cobain and then himself.

Both girls smiled at the other girls but Bunny gave Jonathan a shy wave as he sat next to Steve on the other bench.

“Go ahead, Robin.” Cobain told her. Fuck she was always so nice.

“Thank you, Sammy. Did you notice how Chrissy is the only victim who’s not directly related to anyone in this group? Like the pattern that connected the killings is also separating them?”

“Yeah, I didn’t get that either. Is there a point in there?” Steve called out and crossed his arms. Eddie rolled his eyes. King Steve involved in a conversation that wasn’t about him must have been painful.

“I’m saying that it’s probably a distraction! I mean imagine how strong you have to be to slice and gut somebody!” Cobain and Bunny cringed. Eddie had the urge to cover her ears.

“God-how do you…gut someone?” Cobain asked and glanced at Eddie.

“You take a knife, and you slit them from groin to sternum.” Steve answered with a smirk.

“Hey, it’s called tact you fuck rag.” Eddie interrupted. Deciding to throw a dig at him, he added. “Didn’t you use to date Chrissy?”

“Yeah, for like two seconds. She wasn’t crazy like that at first.” Steve always shoved back.

“Didn’t she dump you for a chance at Jason?” Marina added while Robin held her leg.

“Oh, I didn’t hear about that.” Eddie challenged.

“She’s full of shit. I only decided to pop in because with all this bullshit there’s probably going to be a curfew. So in a couple days I’m throwing a party. Bring a lot of booze and whatever.”

“Are the police aware that you dated the victim?” Robin adjusted in her spot, throwing her arm around Marina and Bunny.

“What? Are you saying I killed her?” Steve scoffed and adjusted his stupid hair.

“It would make a lot of sense actually.”

“No, he couldn’t have. It would take a strong man to do something like that that.” Cobain’s response made everyone laugh.

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off her in that moment, her dimples and her pink hair falling around her shoulders. As the laughter died down, he noticed in her open bag that she had a variety of pens. Without thinking, he was quick to snatch one. Just one so it wouldn’t be noticed.

Eddie fucking wished he could say it was the only thing he stole from her. “Eddie, do you mind giving me a ride home? Bunny has plans with Jonathan.” Cobain turned to face him head on and Eddie couldn’t help but almost choke.

“It’s okay if you can’t-“ Cobain went to say but he shook his head.

“No! No! I’d love to! My chariot waits for you mlady. And I assure to Bunny she will arrive safely later as I assume you will be having a sleepover?”

“Thank you, Eddie. I know that you’re usually at band practice but-“

He went to tell her that he would lay in traffic for her but then she laid her head on his shoulder. Granted it was only three seconds. Eddie instinctively went to wrap his arm around her but she stood up. Giving Bunny a quick squeeze.

“I’m ready when you are, Eddie.”

Eddie tried to think of rational reasons to tell her why his seat would look slightly damp or why he would have to quickly shove a pile into a corner. Which would include…pens…a pair of underwear he stole…a bra and he was almost ashamed of it but there was also a guitar pick that she touched.

“Uh, just one second, Cobain, let me do something real quick.” Eddie ripped open the backseat of his car and swept all his stolen shit to the corner and quickly stood tall.

She was glancing at the window and he circled around the car. Opening the passenger seat. “Here you go,” Eddie knew he needed to dial it back as she ducked her pink head down and climbed into the car.

“Pull it together, Munson.” He whispered to himself before getting in on his side.

Eddie automatically went to press the power button for music before he stopped. No, he wanted to talk to her. Not listen-

“Hey, uh, Eddie, it’s okay if you wanna play music. We don’t have to talk-“

“No, no, no,no, it’s not everyday I get to take home my favorite Sammy Bear.” He winced a little. Okay, calm down. It’s not the first time he had taken her home but he rarely ever had her alone.

He started cruising down the streets of Hawkins, hyper aware of every move she made in the seat and the rumble of their casual conversation. Every move she made was fucking hot. The way her legs were slightly parted and she tapped her fingers on her thighs. Eddie wanted to just ask her out. Like a normal person. But she was out of his league. By a lot.

He was just some freak who manage to finally graduate and decent enough grades to pass enough to get into college. Eddie was proud, it was more than his dad ever said he was capable of. But he was a bit older than the rest and he didn’t have as nice of a car and he had to live in a dorm. And work part time at a body shop. Eddie gritted at the thought but he wasn’t like fucking King Steve who had everything handed to him.

Cobain was an English student. An honor student who tutored, volunteered, led the book club and even helped the music classes when they had to go to the auditorium. The short girl would help them with equipment. She wasn’t from the trailer park and she would never look at him that way-

“I’m so nervous about all these killings, Eddie. I mean…I know Chrissy was like-“

“A bitch?” Eddie finished, glancing at her and his pants tightened at the new attention she was giving him.

“Eh, yeah. But I’m just worried about what’s gonna happen. Steve’s throwing that party but I’m not sure it’s a good idea to go.” Cobain twirled the end of one of her curls.

“You’re gonna sit this one out?” He asked.

“No, Bunny really wants to go and I do too. I’m just scared that’s all. God, I’m really rambling aren’t I?”

“It’s fine! P-please keep rambling!” Eddie cleared his throat. He was getting closer to her house. “I’m glad you asked me for a ride, I feel like we don’t really get to talk that much. Which, of course we’re in different classes, but you’re so cool-“

“No, I’m glad you could. I like being around you.” Eddie almost stopped steering. She said what? He was so dirty. All those times…he rushed home, holding one of those fucking pens in his hand and jerked off so hard it hurt. Spilling all over it. Which brought him to the second reality. The other time he had been at her house, he pretended he needed to go to the bathroom and snuck into her room.

He didn’t have time to admire it-he couldn’t even tell you what color her bedding was but he was digging in her drawers like a madman and he pocketed a pair of black panties and a pink bra was inside his shirt when he rushed back downstairs.

And he had to drive normally in her driveway. But he couldn’t get over what she said. Cobain…liked being around him? “

“Hey Eddie, I know this may be a weird question, but I’m dying to know. Do you have any music recs? I need something new to get me through studying. Mr. Hopper is killing me with all the essays-do you mind if you text me your Spotify?”

Eddie’s heart stopped. “Uh-absolutely! Here!” He too quickly snatched her extended phone with the skull phone case and dialed his number. He was going to pass out. His fingers were over her phone, something she touched constantly.

He handed it back, brushing against her warm digits.

“Thanks so much, Eddie. I hope I won’t annoy you with updates on my opinions.” Cobain smiled.

“You could never annoy me, Cobain. Besides, any opportunity I have to branch you out, it’s my pleasure.”

She got out the car then, waving goodbye and Eddie like a dumbass hesitated too long and returned the gesture when she turned her back.

Eddie couldn’t get home faster, he probably slammed his breaks way too hard as he raced into his dorm. He pried his jeans off, boxers not even halfway down his thighs before he crashed down on his mattress. His hand still felt tingly from touching hers as he started stroking his precum leaking cock with that hand.

His hard dick twitched as he thought about how it would have felt like to pound her into a crying mess against the seat. Cover the seats in cum and mark her as his. All he fucking want was her. His little Cobain.

Giving her his number? Asking for music recommendations? His knuckles were growing wetter, his forehead dampening as he grew closer. He couldn’t even last as he thought about pulling her pretty pink hair.

“Fuck-“ His core released a flood over his hand, sheets and his barely removed boxers. He panted heavily as he pulled his hand away from his dick.

Eddie imagined it was her not his own palm. Hers were smaller than his but they would be like heaven on his cock.

He sloppily cleaned himself with the fabric of his boxers when his cellphone pinged. Eddie nearly dropped his device as he quickly unlocked to see if Cobain was calling him already.

But it was an unknown number.

He hesitated but figured it may be a student who got his number from his professor.

“Hello?” He still sounded out of breath.

“Hellooo, Edward.” What the fuck? Eddie shot up from laying down. The voice was altered and male. Well…it was just weird.

“Uh, yeah? Who’s this?”

“Me? I’m just a passerby. Someone who’s interested in watching people. Do you like watching people, Eddie?” Oh Jesus H Christ.

“Oh my fucking god. Are you the killer? Fuck no.” He hung up. Eddie scrambled to get his pants, when his phone rang. Again. And again.

He grabbed his phone, slamming it to his ear. “WHAT?”

“Don’t you fucking hang up on me again, you fucking perv. Or I’ll gut you like a fish, got it?” He choked on his spit.

“W-who-“

“Aw, Eddie. What’s wrong? Are you surprised I know your dirty little secret? You shouldn’t be. I mean-its a little…stalker much isn’t it?”

“Me? A stalker? You’re the one going around killing people, you piece of shit.” Eddie grit out, shoving around his clothing and other things to make sure there weren’t any cameras.

“Hey, don’t tell me you’re not glad those people are gone, Eddie. If they weren’t, your little girlfriend wouldn’t have…taken a ride.” He stopped short. Gripping his phone tighter.

“If you hurt her-I swear I’m going-“

“How sweet. Willing to fight for a girl you’re too scared to ask out. Mmm, Eddie. Maybe someone else will do it for you and you can take action.”

“Like what?! Kill someone?”

“It’s just good old fashioned revenge.”

The killer hung up and Eddie shuddered. What the fuck was that? Who the fuck is this killer? And how did they know all of this?

“I can’t believe he called you.” Cobain whispered as he walked with her after class. “Are you okay? He threatened you.” She wrapped her hand around his sweatshirt covered bicep.

Eddie sucked in a breath as he recalled the way he came from just the touch of her hand. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little freaked out is all. He’s not gonna fucking do anything.”

“Do you know anyone else who’s gotten a call?” She held onto him still as they strolled outside. No doubt going to part ways.

It was on the tip of his tongue to see if she would let him take her tonight. But she always went with Bunny.

“Yeah. Jonathan did. Threatening and everything.” Eddie grit between his teeth. “He hasn’t called you or anything yet right?”

She didn’t answer and he swung around. Hands finding her shoulders. Her big eyes were glassy. Pink curls falling across her forehead. Eddie pushed them away with his fingers. “Cobain. Did he call you?”

She audibly swallowed and pulled out her phone. “He didn’t call me. But he’s been…texting me. At least I think it’s him.” He snatched her phone, panic and anger rising.

He scowled at the disgusting messages.

“I’ll slit that slutty neck of yours.”

“You stop talking to me and I’ll kill everyone you love. And then finish you off.”

“Maybe if I chop off those hands of yours you’ll-“ Eddie stopped short at reading out loud when Cobain realized the rest of that sentence. She took her phone back quickly.

Eddie knew it was such bad timing. The rest of the text talked about how she made herself cum. Yesterday. He imagined her small fingers circling her swollen clit before creamy wetness dripped out of her sweet pussy. If he wasn’t with her right now he would go to her bedroom and steal another pair of panties. But then he snapped out of it. She was scared.

“It’s so awful, Eddie. What if he hurts me?” Tears pricked her eyes and he took a risk and hugged her. Resting his head on hers. His hand rubbed her back, feeling the fabric of her black sweater.

“I’d never let anyone hurt you, Cobain. You know that? Maybe you-shouldn’t be alone? I can take you home again?” He was itching to confess.

“Oh, Eddie. You’re so sweet to me.” She pulled back, eyeliner slightly smudged. “but Bunny and I are always together. But…maybe we can hang out at the party? I mean besides. Tonight I have to tell you what I thought about music.”

Oh god he was going to pass out. Right there on the side walk. “Are you-do you want to-“

“I don’t wanna move too fast. I think I’m still a little traumatized by the high school incident.” She chuckled.

Eddie was almost bouncing off the walls with excitement. This was almost a date. Almost. But. “High school incident?”

Sammy shrugged. “It’s a crazy story.”

Eddie nudged her with his boot against her converse shoe.

“I like crazy stories.”

She sighed and shifted on her feet. He loved her green trap pants as she fidgeted with the pockets. “Chrissy and I used to be-I guess enemies? For some reason she made my life hell. She made fun of how I dressed, my grades and she wouldn’t leave me alone. Well, finally I told her off when she dumped her lunch on me. And to get me back-“ She clenched her jaw. “She told everyone that her boyfriend cheated on her. With me.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. How did he not know this? He wasn’t surprised though. Cobain hated drama and confrontation. He felt even more protective of her. “Hey. It’s okay. If you want to take time-just hang out more then I’m more than okay with that, Cobain. But I really like you. And I have for a while. I just didn’t want to make you feel-weird.”

Cobain leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. He saw stars and stopped breathing from her soft lips. He wanted to kiss her but both of their phones buzzed loudly. Like an alarm.

He pulled out his phone.

“Attention students. Classes will be suspended until further notice due to lasts nights crime. Please be aware of any updates. Stay safe and stay with others.”

Another murder? He frowned. No one heard anything. “Someone else was killed.”

Cobain shivered and apparently read the news article. She gasped, covering her mouth with one hand. “Oh god…Eddie. It’s Nancy.” She whispered. “She was-brutally killed. Stabbed so many times. Just like Chrissy. And they-they have a name for this guy.” She looked up. “They’re calling him Ghostface.”

“Of course. Giving this son of a bitch some title. Like he’s famous. Maybe the party-maybe Steve will cancel.”

“I doubt it. As if he stop one of his parties. And besides. Everyone being together in one place is a good idea. I have to go find Bunny. I know she’s probably so scared.”

“Okay, yeah. Of course. I’ll see you tonight, Cobain.” Cobain gave him a smile before she sped walked ahead.

Eddie exhaled. A whirlwind happened. Murder. A almost date. And now…what?

Steve knew how to throw parties, one of is common bragging points as Eddie pulled into an open space on the street across the house. Music blared from inside and it was some hip hop playlist that he dreaded listening to. But really he was going for Cobain. He searched for any sign of her car or bunny’s. Jonathan was here already.

Eddie closed his car door with hip as he walked up to the door holding two cases of beer and he waited for someone to open the door. The man of the hour swung it open, Steve clapped him on the shoulder. “My man. Join us. Fucking perfect, you brought more booze.” He was already slightly slurring.

Eddie forced himself to do an attempted smile as Steve snatched the cases and marched into the kitchen. “Who wants more?” Cheers sounded from the too crowded house.

He didn’t give a fuck about that, right now he needed to find her. Eddie wore a nirvana shirt and his dark jeans. He wanted to show up in something only they understood. Eddie walked into the living room, no sign of her either.

“Hey! Eddie! Come join us!” He turned to see Robin and Marina sitting on the couch. Her girlfriend sitting on her lap. “We’re having a really important discussion. Oh hey, Sammy!”

He whipped around, his boots clinging to the carpet and he almost fell like a fucking idiot.

Cobain was wearing a three quarter sleeve dark brown oversized sweater. Showing off her rose wrist tattoo, thorn thumb tattoo and her matching butterflies with Bunny. Her legs were covered with ripped tights and her converse. He walked over to her and smiled. She did too. He slightly narrowed his eyes at a small red spot on the corner of her makeup covered eye. But he quickly forgot.

“Hey, Cobain, can-I get you-I mean can I get you a beer?” He cleared his throat to try and cover up his stuttering but she was so pretty.

“Yeah, I’d love that thank you.” She winked. “I’m gonna sit over there, I’ll save you a spot.” He blinked a few times at her slightly bolder voice.

“Uh yeah. That would be good.” She raised up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Eddie’s eyes widened as she brushed past him as she made her way to the couch. He assumed Jonathan was with bunny as he sped walked to the couch. Wanting to get back to his girl.

But he saw Bunny whispering in Steve’s ear. Steve was smirking as she twirled her hair. Eddie frowned. But he minded his business as he got two bottles and came back to where the group was. Cobain was sitting on a loveseat and padded a place next to her. He probably walked too quickly and almost dropped the glass bottles and he clumsily plopped next to her. Their legs pressed close together.

He decided to try and be bold with his hand but she beat him to it. Her palm brushed against his knee. She looked at him with her doe eyes and long lashes. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah of course. I-I like it.” He was so excited as he twisted the caps off. “For you, Cobain.”

“Okay, okay enough of the lovey dovey shit!” Robin interrupted and stood up. “Except for you, Cherry.” She dipped down to kiss Marinas lips before shooting up and frantically waving around her half empty beer. “Listen. If we’re gonna survive this spree of this psycho. We need to understand the rules.”

“Rules? At a party?” Steve proudly puffed his chest as he stepped in the living room. “That’s the last thing on my mind, Robs.” She scoffed and flipped him off.

“Yes rules, Dingus. The first one, you can NEVER have sex!” Everyone booed and laughed. Cobain and Eddie glanced at each other, and she squeezed his knee tighter. He set his ring covered palm on top of hers and traced the tattoo with his thumb.

“I think you’re a little late for that,” Steve smirked.

“Number two! You can never drink or do drugs!” Then everyone laughed harder, including Eddie himself as he raised his beer and remembered the weed kept in an extremely secret stash in his car.

Cobain started chugging her drink and Eddie started flushing. Something was different about her tonight. His shy little Cobain was getting out of her shell and he wanted to fucking kiss her so badly. Her throat gulped and he wanted to suck on her skin. Leave marks of his territory. If they weren’t in front of people-

She started to rise, her hand running against a strand of his messy waves. He opened his mouth to protest but Robin continued.

“And third! Never, ever under any circumstances say I’ll be right back. Because you won’t be back.”

Cobain turned at the edge of the door leading to the garage, “I’m getting another beer, you want one?”

Robin absentmindedly nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

Cobain stuck out her arms, “I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!”

Eddie burst out laughing as Robin gasped. But a part of him sunk because he felt like she kept disappearing. But he wasn’t going to pout. He was going to wait for her. Like he promised himself he would. He glanced down after feeling his phone buzz. He sighed, hoping it wasn’t his uncle needing something. But he choked when he saw an unknown number.

“Looks like you’re going to break a rule, perverted little bitch.”

It was almost too easy as Sammy silently slipped on the gown and met her best friend in the garage. She smirked as she hid in the corner of behind the door. Bunny was in her robe, after leaving a shit scared Steve locked in the bedroom. Forbidding him to scream. Jason was coming; one of the men who bullied them. Tormented Sammy. He would pay the price. Revenge was very sweet.

The door opened, and they nodded at each other. Signaling the start of their conquest.

Jason was rummaging through the fridge, getting an arm full of beers wearing his jersey he refused to part with. His sneakers squeaked as he turned around. But Bunny was standing in front of the door.

“Shit, Jesus. That’s not fucking funny, Steve.” Jason snarled. Trying to move past but she grabbed his arm. Tightly.

“Oh? You wanna be like the psycho killer out there? Some little copy cat? You’re too small to be Harrington…I bet your Robins little girlfriend.” Bunny pulled out her hunting knife, and held it up. Waving it back and forth.

“You want me to be your helpless victim? Please, please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface. I really want to fuck a little Bunny.”

Then she shoved him and Sammy ran out of her hiding place and locked her arm around Jason’s neck. He flailed and he was strong. Really strong but they both practiced enough time to overpower men. “Kill this motherfucker.” Sammy growled.

They both slammed their knives on either side of his neck. He sank as they yanked out their blades, took their sleeves and wiped the knife.

“Another one down.” Bunny kicked off her costume, kicking it in the corner and Sammy decided to leave hers on. Give Eddie a little scare.

“Fuck, that one was fun. He didn’t even have a chance. But we gotta go, I’m sure those little pervs are waiting for us.”

Bunny went back up the stairs, putting back her soft act and exited the garage. Sammy opened the metal door and snuck outside. But she wasn’t alone when one of the guests started to scream. She let out an exhale before she started chasing after them.

Her past with track paid off as she lodged the knife into guys shoulder before ripping it out. She didn’t want to kill him, she wanted to cause chaos.

Sammy stopped as he started screaming inside the house, yelling that Ghostface was outside. She heard more yelling, and she quickly ducked behind a bush. She pulled off one glove and called Eddie.

“Cobain, Jesus Christ, where are you? That fucking Ghostface is here!”

“I’m so scared, Eddie! I was in the garage and I saw Jason was dead!”

“Is that where you are? I’ll find you,” Eddie voice was almost muffled by the crowd.

“I can sneak past the side door, and meet me upstairs.” She hung up and got back inside the house.

It was nearly empty as she saw Eddie holding his phone to his ear in the kitchen. His eyes widened and he took off. Sammy almost cackled as she followed him, knife raised as she chased him up the stairs, she had memorized the house enough to know a guest room was to their right as he shoved open the door.

She managed to reach him and grab his hair, fingers locking around his curls and she turned him around quickly, pushing him against the wall, blade pointed to his neck.

“Who the fuck are you?” Eddie was squirming and likely trying to think of a way to get around her.

Sammy started then laughing. “Oh, Eddie.” His face immediately paled and he went slack.

“C-Cobain?” His eyes were wide as she slowly pulled off her mask, blood still damp on her gloves as she continued smiling at him.

“Surpriseeee, Eddie.”

“No, no, this isn’t possible. This has to be some fucked up joke. You’d never hurt-“ Sammy held the knife to his neck, causing him to gasp. His pale skin flushing.

“Oh, I don’t think so. Eddie, you’re so hot when you’re scared, pretty boy.”

“You’ve killed people, this is crazy! What- why did you do it?” Eddie was trying to regain his voice but his movements stalled when she pressed a little harder, her other arm reached up to settle on the side of his head.

“You want a motive? Is that it? Who says I have one?” She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Maybe it was just fun…”

“No, it can’t be that. There has to be a reason.”

“Maybe all those fucking shitty people had it coming. They all deserved it. Every. Single. One. We just got revenge. What everyone is too scared to do.” Sammy started nodding her head. “Is that motive enough for you?”

She looked down at his pants, he was hard. “Dirty boy, you like this. Being under my mercy, don’t you? Just like when you take my stuff. Cum around it.” His brown eyes widened. “Oh yeah, I know all about it. Maybe I left it out for that exact reason.”

She slid her free hand down his chest, he shivered as her blood stained glove left a trail. “You like this…you want it, don't you?”

“I can’t- it’s not right-“ She smacked his dick with the knife. Enough pressure to get his attention but it wouldn’t hurt. She pulled the glove off.

“Don’t lie to me, it’s pathetic.” She whispered and leaned in closer, hovering over his mouth. “Hmm? You gonna make me do all the work?”

Eddie lost control when he smashed his lips to hers, apparently losing all morals as they were nothing but teeth and tongues devouring each other. His hands locked around her hips as she ground them against his dick.

Sammy then grabbed his neck and turned him. She landed on top of him on the perfectly made bed as she slit the knife through the material of his shirt, exposing his fit torso. He moaned as she traced his stomach then v line with the tip of the blade. It glimmered underneath the poor lighting.

“Dirty slut, you want me to ride you? You want to make me cum? I think you’ve earned it.”

“Fuck, please. Please, fuck me. I need you,” She cut him off by kissing him with bruising force and bit his lower lip. He opened his mouth and she took the opportunity to spit inside as she started slightly bouncing. Still with their clothes on.

Sammy started sucking his neck, leaving purple marks before moving down his chest. Making her way down his hips above his jeans. She tossed the knife on the floor as she pulled off his pants and boxers.

His cock slapped against his stomach as precum leaked from the tip. “Is this all for me?” She smeared it with her thumb as he rapidly nodded.

“Yeah, I need it-“

Sammy wasted no time getting on her knees on the floor, her own pussy soaking through her panties as she wrapped her lips around the swollen tip of his dick. Eddie moaned louder, an almost animalistic sound from his chest as his hand flew to her pink hair.

Her tongue messily lapped the sides of his cock before she massaged his balls and returned to sucking. She breathed through her nose as she bobbed her head. Her mouth was growing wetter as he grew close. He was going to cum already. Sammy gagged as he thrusted into her mouth and hit the back of her throat.

He spilled into her mouth and she pulled back, wiping her chin as she crawled on top of him again. Straddling his naked hips. Eddie was panting as he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her again.

His breathing was pornographic as Sammy shimmied out of her shorts and tights, she wasn’t wearing underwear as her cunt clenched around nothing. “You want me to fuck you?” She baited him against his lips.

“God, yes. Ride me, I’m begging you.” He was almost on the brink of tears as she guided his cock to her pussy and sank down.

She was stretched and then filled up as she groaned. Her hands on his shoulders as she started bouncing. Eddie’s palm went around her throat and she allowed him. Poor pretty boy needed something to brag about. The headboard slammed against the wall and she was growing close. The adrenaline of killing and fucking Eddie Munson was enough to make her cum. His thumb rubbed her clit, speeding up the climax.

It hit her like lighting and she shuddered, her forehead pressed against his. Sweat dampening her skin. She began to move again, knowing he didn’t cum the second time but he stilled her.

“No, I can- I can wait. That was about you.” He whispered.

She gave him a smirk and then grabbed his jaw, her post orgasm trembling making it sloppy. “Good. Because now, I’m going to make you scream for me.”

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⠀ ⠀ ༝ i’m trying to be cool about it. feelin’ like an absolute fool about it. 

夏 // COOL ABOUT IT ⠀ ༝ ༝ geto suguru ⠀ ༝ ༝ 2.2k words ⠀ ⚠︎ angst :3 this is a sort of interactive story - at the end u get to pick ur own ending ! choose wisely ! ⠀ — it infuriates you beyond belief because that place hasn’t felt like home in months, and somehow he never noticed.

the temperature around you was dropping considerably fast - your ability uncontrollable at the best of times, but with the ground below you digging uncomfortably into your shoulder, into your chin, it’s easy to agree that this is not the best of times.  

and that’s not the reason you were shaking. 

“don’t hurt them.” you don’t recognize your own voice from the way it trembles, the way it breaks as the sorcerer steps in front of the cage holding the two girls you’ve spent the last few years taking care of. 

since their parents passed and they had no one, you were there for them; since the village went on a witch hunt and punished the three of you, you were there for them. 

and now, as this long-haired jujutsu sorcerer kneels in front of you, head tilting as he takes in your beaten form, you are here for them. 

“i-i’ll take all the blame, please, they didn’t do anything-” 

you whimper when something is shoved into the small of your back, fighting against the restraints keeping your hands together as one of the men from this godforsaken village places a heavy footed boot against it. 

“shut up, bitch. we know you taught them to be evil like you - like their parents.” someone behind you hisses out. 

“ple-ase.” you beg again, ignoring the protests your body screams against speaking more, against your better judgment to just shut up for once. desperation leaking out of the words for the girls. your girls. 

the man stands, towering over you and the men from your village at his full height. and he says those damning words. 

“what exactly is this?” 

⠀ ༝ ༝

he shelters the three of you after. 

provides a home and safety and warmth you hadn’t felt in ages, and the girls settle far easier with him than you do. 

still timid and shy, antsy when he approaches, but it melts away gradually when you see how good he is with them - how kind he is to you, too. patient. waiting until you’re comfortable with him, and that comfortability comes with ease as time goes on. 

until you’re not quite sure how to label what you share with him, but you know deep down you love him as much as you love your girls, and he seems to share that same sentiment and that is enough to move you forward, for you to follow in his shadow at his beck and call, ready to serve with an adoring glint in your eye when he asks anything of you. 

he helps you care for the twins, filling a void you could never compete with as the pair to your paternal figure for them. aides them in places you can’t with schooling and learning how to use their techniques better. it’s bittersweet watching from a distance as they grow older and begin to favor him to you. 

you, the rule maker, the party pooper, the square, the wash your hands before eating and set the table, the clean your rooms or no screen time, the no going out until your chores are done not faring well against geto’s rule breaking, party starting, fun to be around, go ahead and dig in, you don’t have to clean your rooms now, the chores will be here when you get back. 

and it’s infuriating as they become teenagers. because the older they get, the more argumentative they are, the quicker they are with retorts, words flying off their tongues before you can really get your say in anyways. 

“i asked geto and he said we could go, i don’t know why you’re being so sour about it.” nanako pops her gum loudly as you rub at your temples, the start a headache already seeping its way under your skull. 

“because i said so.” is the only argument you can come up with. because you did say so. because it’s been a week since geto’s been home and you want to have a nice family dinner and a game night like you used to when they were little, but those words don’t hold the same weight as they did back then. the twins share a look before nanako rolls her eyes and mimiko sighs heavily. 

“but geto said-” 

“said what?” the aforementioned male steps into the kitchen as if being summoned, arms wrapping around your shoulders and leaning down to press a quick kiss to your temple. 

you lean into the contact, far more tired than you originally thought. maybe a nap would be good before you started dinner- 

“that we could go to the mall then that new udon place downtown.” mimiko hums out, hopping on the counter and swinging her legs despite the many times you’ve told her there were chairs all around, surely she can find one to sit in. 

“oh,” geto’s eyes flit from you, then to the girls “yeah, i did say that.” 

“but (y/n) says we can’t.” nanako groans out, leaning into her palm with her elbow on the counter. she says your name with such venom, it almost leaves you recoiling, opening your mouth to comment on it but deciding one argument is too many for the day. choose your battles wisely, or whatever the saying is. 

“i did say that.” you agree instead, stare heavy on the two and sure that you will be labeled the victor since geto is here and they listen to him when he speaks and he sometimes listens to you when he sees how important things are to you-

but then he’s squeezing at your hip, nodding his head towards them with a small shrug. 

“we should let them go, yeah?” 

and that’s enough to leave it all crashing down. because geto has said his piece and what he says goes. mimiko hops off the counter, excited, while nanako rushes over to pull geto in a hug, saying a quick ‘you’re the best!’ before they’re both leaving the two of you in the kitchen. 

the kitchen that feels so much colder than when geto first arrived. 

he moves to pull you back to him, frowning slightly when you scoff and push him away to go to your shared room. 

“we have to let them be their own people.” he’s saying, but the words fall on deaf ears, with the only reply coming in the form of you slamming the bedroom door. 

that night, your room is far too cold to be comfortable. geto crawled into bed shortly after the girls came home. he lays on his back for a bit, drumming his fingers on his stomach as he decides what to do, before ultimately deciding against anything he could come up with. he turns on his side, and for the first time since you’ve began sleeping together, doesn’t hold you. doesn’t wrap his arms around you and envelop you in warmth, doesn’t push away the cold creeping its way into your veins.

you think the temperature in the room drops a few more degrees before you fall asleep. 

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geto isn’t in the bed when you wake up, a note on your bathroom counter saying he’d be out for the day and potentially the day after that, and you hate how you’re still bitter from the night before - hate how that bitterness shapes the way your day goes. 

“why can’t you clean off the table?” nanako groans, “why do we even eat at the table anymore?” 

“i’m cooking, nanako. it’ll take like two seconds, and it’s mostly you and mimiko’s stuff on it anyways,” you search through the cabinets for the proper pan to cook the meat in, frowning when you can’t seem to find it, “i’m not even asking you to set it.” 

“yeah, you're asking me to.” mimiko grumbles, making a face when you give her a look. 

you slam the cabinet shut a little harder than necessary, temperature around you dropping with a small laugh passing your lips. it comes out in a puff of condensation, and usually you’re so careful to not let it drop so low, careful because the girls don’t like the cold, you don’t like the cold, but fuck - you didn’t ask for this.

you didn’t ask to become a caregiver at seventeen, you didn’t ask to get beaten for something you or the girls had no control over, didn’t ask to become a maid, cook, babysitter, something sweet to come home to after a long week of wrecking havoc, and you surely didn’t ask to be treated with less than respect from people you love and care about, from people you’ve only asked for the same in return. 

you untie the apron from around your waist and toss it onto the counter, throwing your hands up as you step away from the kitchen. 

“y’know what? order something for dinner, i don’t care. eat wherever you want. do whatever you want.” 

and you’re leaving them in the kitchen, unable to catch the way they shake from the cold or the look they share with a frown, the whispers of confusion when you’re just out of earshot up the stairs. 

“where did that come from?” “why’d they just snap at us like that?” 

you shove things into a bag haphazardly, throwing on a jacket despite it being mid june to fight against the cold biting into your skin, and don’t say another word to either of them as you leave out the front door. 

they stay in the kitchen almost an hour later, waiting for your return. until geto comes back home with flowers and a small gift bag with your name on the label. 

“they just yelled at us and left!” mimiko’s saying as he sets the bag and flowers on the counter, pulling the two of them in a hug to push away their clear distress. 

“did something happen?” geto tilts his head. surely something must have, but he’s uncertain who could be at fault. his girls could do no wrong, but you’re usually so level-headed. 

the girls share a glance before both look down, “might’ve . . . argued about cleaning off the table . . .” nanako mumbles out. 

“and about setting it after . . .” mimiko adds, hands finding themselves behind her back while nanako picks at a fraying string on her sweater. 

“i told you guys to help them when they ask.” geto sighs out, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“but-” nanako begins to argue, only to be shut down by geto holding a single finger up. 

both girls' shoulders drop at being in trouble, and geto does well to console them still, patting the tops of their heads before he’s heading up the stairs to your room to see the damage. 

it’s in disarray, as he imagined it would be, your clothes scattered all around with some of your drawers pulled half open to be taken from. the promise ring he gave you a year ago glints mockingly on the bedside table. 

⠀ ༝ ༝

you heave a sigh, toweling dry your hair after your shower, opening the bathroom door and pausing when you see none other than geto hovering at the neatly made bed, flicking through the tv guide you’d left on the comforter after you arrived at this hotel. 

he looks up when you make an appearance, offering a tightlipped smile as he flips the book closed. he’s upset, you can tell, but you’re angry. 

even angrier as you look around the room and find the clothes you’d taken out of your bag to look for your pajamas were now folded nicely and placed back into your bag beside his foot. 

the temperature drops around you.  

but geto still only smiles, head tilting and brows furrowing. 

“why aren’t you home?” 

the question boils under your skin, fingers digging into your palm for some sort of grounding to keep yourself calm. it infuriates you beyond belief because that place hasn’t felt like home in months, and somehow he never noticed. 

“i obviously am not needed there. the girls are old enough to take care of themselves and you are busy doing whatever it is you do, so it’s not necessary for me to stay there.” you cross your arms over your chest for some comfort.

“and what about this?” he holds up the ring you’d left, sees how your jaw clenches at the sight of it, how your arms fold around yourself a little tighter, and how your fingers dig into the skin of your biceps. 

“what about it?” you manage out, lip finding its way under your teeth. 

he laughs a little, and the sound that used to make you swoon now prickles at your skin. it hurts. 

“is this your way of leaving me? of leaving the girls?” 

you want to argue. to remind him you just need a break because it’s all too much at once and you don’t have a leg to stand on anymore but no words come out. but geto, always good at reading you, picks up on your internal battle fairly easily. 

“c’mere,” he waves a hand towards himself, opening his arms for you, and your lip wobbles before you crash into his embrace. 

“i’m not gonna make you come back,” he starts, rubbing smooth circles into the small of your back while you hold the front of his yukata like it’s the only thing to keep you afloat, bunching the material in your fists, “but you’ll always have a home with us. with me and the girls.”

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Greedy

Simon “Ghost” Riley & König x Female Reader

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Triggers: ooey gooey love

Chapter Five: Sugar

One Week Later

Mind. Blowing. Sex. You savored the moments between the three of you like a decadent chocolate melting on your tongue. But you also craved the intimacy of one on one time, truly the best of both worlds when it came to König and Ghost. They were still figuring each other out, the dynamics they forged working together helping the process along, but you were a much needed reprieve for both of them at the end of the day. One whole week of sharing each other in every way felt like a fever dream that you never wanted to end and hopefully, if you were reading the situation correctly you would never need to worry about that.

König shuffled through the front door and dropped his bag on the floor before rushing over to you and pulling you up and into his arms. You wound your legs around his waist and hugged him back, loving the intensity with which this man showed you affection. “Did the bed get delivered, Schatz?” His sweet voice was muffled against your neck. You nodded against him. You realized his height combined with two massive men sleeping in the same bed as you made no sense in your small king - so you sprung or rather they sprung on a custom bed so everyone was more comfortable. You had to get creative altering your sheets to fit but at the end of the day it was a small price to pay to have them both with you at night. You slept so deeply in the middle of them, you had no idea how you were going to cope the next time they went on a mission.

He walked over to the couch and settled you comfortably on his lap, brushing your hair back from your face. “König, can I kiss you?” He nodded and you lifted his mask off, setting it on the back of the couch and smoothed your hands through his hair. His gorgeous eyes closed at the contact and he let out a soft sigh. You loved touching his hair, the silky strands made you slightly envious but it was the sheer vulnerability he showed you that really made your heart melt. You leaned in to kiss him gently, which then turned steamier when he nipped your lip. He slid his tongue between your lips and you opened, granting him access to plunder you. You kissed him back with abandon and started a gentle rock of your hips on his lap.

“Nothing better than coming home to your partners making out on the couch.” Ghost huffed with feigned irritability. “Sure wish poor Simon over here got an invite.” You laughed against König’s lips. “Get over here, then.” Ghost pulled off his mask and rushed over to the couch - ever the eager one for affection these days. You pulled his face toward you and kissed him deeply. König pulled him away from you as soon as he could and gripped the back of his neck, kissing him with a sensuality you felt voyeuristic watching. Ghost sat back with a dreamy look on his face. “Now that’s the way I want to be greeted everytime I come home, loves.” König shook his head and smiled, you just looked between them with enough love pouring out of you to blanket all three of you.

Ghost gave König a look and then they turned their twin attention on you. You smiled, happy to be the center of their world. “We have something for you, liebling.” You had no idea what it could possibly be aside from sex and somehow that just didn’t seem like what they were talking about. Both men reached into their respective pockets and presented their item to you.

In König’s hand was a stunning sapphire and white gold ring. Covering your mouth with one hand, staring up at him in shock, you were absolutely speechless. “I want you to know that I have a long way to go with learning how to be vulnerable with someone else, Mein Schätzelein. But I am falling in love with you and want you to have a piece of me with you always.” You stuck your left hand out and let him slip the ring onto your bare finger. As he slid it along your flesh, you felt something digging into your finger. Before you could think much of it, Ghost drew your attention to him and presented his ring. A brilliant emerald set in white gold, you noticed it mirrored the ring now resting on your finger, just opposite. “You know that I love you, and now that we have König to complete us, we wanted to make sure you had a reminder of our love everyday.” He repeated the process König just completed and you felt the same sharp sensation. Puzzled, you looked between them.

“You see, loving us isn’t always going to be easy. Sometimes it’s going to hurt. But if you try to remove the rings they’ll dig into you and draw blood.” Your eyes widened. König picked up where Ghost left off. “You’re ours.” The symbolism wasn’t lost on you. You adored their sharp way of loving you and having a reminder that you were theirs was never a bad thing. The rings fit against each other as they were designed to, perfectly.

A happy tear welled in the corner of your eye. “I love you both more than I could have ever imagined loving someone else.” They wrapped their arms around you. “I am yours, both of yours. Forever.”

The End

Note from Tatooinequeen; I always planned this fic to be about five chapters but…if you want an epilogue just let me know. 👉🏼👈🏼

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty fanfic #simon ghost riley fanfic #smut #ghost fanfiction #konig mw2 #konig smut #konig x reader #why choose

[jellyfosh]

Chosen is built like a brick shithouse and honestly ur correct for drawing your interpretation of em like that. More ppl should draw the sticks looking like they could crack skulls between their biceps tbh it adds character

Truuueee and honestly

I wanted to give The Redemption Squad more character. Since I put the ask redemption squad, theres very little about them, which I’ll try to focus on as well, each of them will have their own lore. Starting by my interpretation of their figures. This also follows up with that one ask of why Chosen is so big and bit funny looking. I haven’t grown buff guys in a while.

Chosen - Yes, he is big. A freaking walking Bulldozer. He’s most likely an OP TANK. I gave him a prison/Miguel O’Hara/Captain America bod. A powerful beast but a gentle soul (sometimes) He already gone past his hatred to Alan and tries to live peacefully and redeeming himself along with three others. This doesn’t mean he’ll stop using his powers and fight when a cause happens and CG needing him. He mentors Second with his powers once a week. His preferable weapons are his fists and powers. Even though MT and Dark made him gauntlets so he wont feel left out.

Navy - has a veteran/gladiator figure. His body is a bit similar to Chosen but smaller. Lost his arm in one battle (after he left Pink and Purple) so he uses a prosthetic that makes it look like he didn’t lose a limb in the first place. If noticed by few text from previous posts, he mentioned he was in a clan, and that he also has powers. Not powerful like the Hollowheads, but enough to help him in battle. He has gotten over of trying to force Purple to be strong, but he have not talked to Purple as he feels he’s not ready to face his son yet. His choice of weapon is a Great Sword. And the name NAVY is his alias he goes by, His real name is Royal Blue.

Mango Tango/King/MT - I see him having a tall but bit skinny figure. He’s not buff like Navy and Chosen, but he is exceptionally strong. He’s already intimidating by his height alone. He still feels guilty of what he done to the CG and to Purple despite them saying they forgiven him. He just feels the need to redeem himself, he and purple are in better terms and now have a father - son relationship. Purple calls him Baba and Mango spends time with Purple once a week. Sometimes when talking, Mango will kneel down by one knee to hear better and he feels guilty since the person he’s talking too aches their necks (He does it to Dark and Red sometimes). His choice of weapon is the Minecraft staff, Dark had it made for him through his blueprints and altered two Minecraft blocks by coding. He’s somewhat the Mage/Jack of all trades of the group.

Dark - his body reverted back to how he was created by Alan at the beginning. Smallest of the group but tallest to Purple and CG. He doesn’t remember the Showdown and the progression to the point of the Virus (Like Amnesia). He’s most open and got along to Mango and Navy very quickly. Although to Second and CG not very much. Despite his amnesia, Dark still has his love of bugs and coding, which explains he got close to Mango faster since they shared interests. His powers a now a mix so its new change for him as it does not make the same outcome when he had his powers. His choice of weapon are Vira blades/Kusarigama, he recreated his bracelets (muscle memory) but did not include the Delete Code property. As I said, the powers he has are new.

#redemption squad #avm #avm navy #avm royal blue #avm mt #ava chosen one #ava dark lord #animator vs minecraft #animator vs animation #avm king orange #avm king mango #ava the dark lord #ava the chosen one #ava tdl #ava tco

[idolatrybarbie]

lover, be sweet masterlist

pairing: marcus pike x fem!reader

word count & rating: 1.8k | explicit - minor free zone!

summary: cuddles. guilt. the sensual caressing of plucked poultry. they don't make Pepto-Bismol for shame, do they?

warnings: references to and discussion of sex - hence the explicit rating, depression, loneliness, guilt & shame, angst, dissociation, citizen kane (1941) dir. orson welles, a few lighthearted moments but don't get your hopes up people, reader is described as slightly shorter than/the same height as marcus, very dramatic metaphors, very lightly edited, bea regresses to using writing as therapy again.

notes: hi - i am sad. this is a fic about me being sad. if you read it you might be able to figure out why i'm sad. i don't love creating from a place of sadness anymore but i am sick of talking about it to people that care about me and my girlfriend marcus pike is, like, right there. so this is me being sad. i am going to try to not write a fic like this again (sad for the fact that i am sad.) we'll see how successful that mission is. we out here.

It’s you who brings up the ‘M’ word. Well, two words: moving in. They come out of your mouth haphazardly one night. A long night of dinner and drinks with wonderful sex after.

It’s been six months. The question, what if me staying over was more…permanent? Marcus is silent for about thirty seconds before he simply kisses you, asking if he needs to start bringing boxes home from work. This is what makes you recoil emotionally, shaking your head as you say you’ve had too much wine. You fall asleep in his arms with your heart pounding and cold.

How are you supposed to tell Marcus that the last time you lived with someone you knew, it ended disastrously? Not just a shit roommate—lives ruined, emotional wounds that never quite healed. A friendship of almost a decade down the drain because the one person you trusted in the world couldn’t grow out of the role they’d locked themselves in. How do you tell him that your family only started treating you right when you moved hours away, that you need an allotted amount of time alone lest you turn into the worst person alive?

You’re over here three out of five nights of his work week. Marcus is the one person in the world you seem to never be able to get enough of. And yet you can’t help that lingering instinct, a stutter in your gut that births a brood of unwanted doubts and insecurities. You live alone. You like it like that. Liked it like that, maybe.

You’d like to move your dishes into the cabinet downstairs—the chipped set of Corelle that Marcus has eaten off of all but once, telling you the plates reminded him of the ones his mother had in Chile. You’d like to wake up with fresh underwear after showers with the man you love only a drawer pull away; his sheets to become your sheets, and yours his. Bender doesn’t like your couch as much as Marcus’ and you’ve been meaning to sell it anyway. 

There is a life that could be lived here. A future within these red walls. But you won’t risk it. You will not make that mistake again. Some things are not meant to be shared, and maybe this is one of them. Better to be in solitude half the time with him than isolated all the time without.

But all this stays in the background. Marcus doesn’t bring it up again, doesn’t push. Part of you assumes that he’s forgotten—he drank a lot of wine that night too. Or perhaps he assumes your life has had enough change for a little while. The new job and all that comes with it.

After months of unemployment and steadily weaning yourself off of babysitting other people’s pets, you’ve found one. It’s not much—the pay or the pleasure in doing it—but it is something. You wake up at seven o’clock to be ready for eight and out of the house by quarter past. The drive to D.C. is busy, an increasingly miserable twenty-seven minute commute that everyone on the road slogs through together.

Marcus is happy for you. He’s happy you leave the house for some other reason than to visit him, and he likes to hear about your work day. The people are fine, nice even, and you tell him that. Neither he nor they can stave off the low mood that takes hold of you with every coming cold season, but you try not to focus on that.

Marcus is aware, but he doesn’t bring it up beyond a simple question of how you’re feeling sometimes. He gets warmer as the world outside does the opposite, softening beyond what you thought possible. Your boyfriend is a sourdough starter, not that you’re complaining. The sex you have is sweet and slow. Lovemaking might be the only appropriate turn of phrase. He can’t seem to stop saying it—the ‘L’ word—every time he’s inside of you.

Your dreams are an odd combination of the Palace of Versailles and Orson Welles’ Citizen Kane. A spotlight, a projector. The many versions of yourself, all of whom Marcus loves. The many versions of yourself, most of which you do not.

Mirrors. Lots of them. You’re grateful now when the shower steam makes the glass in Marcus’ bathroom sweat, sparing you from looking into another one. Being so walled off feels like lying to him. You can’t help it. Maybe it’s the intimacy of telling Marcus that’s getting to you. Might it be easier to stand at a pulpit and do a speech on how you feel? Direct. Factual even if the words aren’t confident.

Some Thursday night, three weeks after the ‘M’ word, you pull your car into the driveway beside your house…and sit. Headlights on, engine idle. Right now is the perfect time to freeze and stare out at the dust settled over the dashboard. You only move when knuckles rap on your window. Marcus, of course. His breath is as warm as his soul, fogging up the dirty glass.

You turn the car off, pulling the key from the ignition. He opens the door for you when you make a move to grab your bag.

“Hey,” he says. His voice is already laced with concern.

“Hi.”

“Are you okay?”

“What? Yeah. Just…thinking.”

Marcus glances at the empty driver’s seat. “In the car…with the engine running?”

“Got home a few minutes ago,” you say. You don’t know how long it’s been.

Marcus senses your fragile footing, redirecting the conversation. “Do you want to come over tonight?”

“I don’t know,” you say. The words are highlighted by a puff of white past your lips. “Been a long day.”

“I’m making roast chicken,” Marcus says, trying to entice you. “We can lay on the couch. I’ll give you a foot massage.” When he sees you aren’t biting, he adds, “We can watch Pacific Rim. Again.”

You smile as the slightest bit of fire sparks in your chest. “You’ve got a deal.”

Marcus waits at the front door as you collect Bender from your living room. Then he leads the way across the street, unlocking his own door and letting you in first. The cat in your arms leaps gracefully away, ready to find a new spot to nuzzle into.

After a hot shower alone, you feel more like a person. No length of time spent under the water is going to get rid of the guilt masquerading as hunger pains, though. Marcus is already working on dinner when you make your way downstairs. His waist apron hangs over his hips, crimson to match everything else; a thoughtless purchase on your part except for the mental image of him wearing it with that adorably taut face he makes when focusing.

Seeing that exact expression now as Marcus rubs margarine over the plucked, pink body of a whole chicken makes you laugh a little. He looks up at you, hearing the noise, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“You like what you see?” Marcus waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“The sensual caressing of dead poultry?”

He makes a face. “When you put it like that…”

“I speak the truth, the whole truth—”

“And nothing but the truth. You forget that you’re dating a man of the law, y’know.”

“How could I forget?” you ask, coming up behind him. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you peer over the side of Marcus’ arm to watch him season the chicken with various spices on the counter. “You’re always here to protect me.”

“I’m glad you know that,” he says. “And I really mean always.”

Marcus can’t see the look of curious confusion that crosses your face. “Of course,” you mumble into his shoulder.

The chicken is placed on a baking pan lined with tinfoil before it disappears into the oven. Marcus washes his hands thoroughly, tossing everything into a sink of hot and soapy water before he finally embraces you. His hugs are a godsend. You melt into his arms and let yourself be held. Then, another twist of your organs. The feeling plagues you like heartburn, showing up at the worst of times. They don’t make Pepto-Bismol for shame, do they?

Marcus must feel you tense up, because he asks, “Alright. What’s wrong?”

Pulling back from the hug, he stares at you—the heat of a thousand carefully probing suns.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you say. Clearly he doesn’t buy it, taking in the way your eyes are starting to water like the Potomac.

“Well that’s just not true. Honey, please just… I want to help you.”

“I can’t move in with you,” you whisper. The first tear falls when you blink, a warm trail falling slowly down your cheek.

Marcus tilts his head. “What?”

“I can’t move in with you,” you repeat a little louder. “I’m not—I can’t.”

“That’s okay,” he says. “If you’re not ready—”

“It’s not about being ready,” you say, pulling yourself from his grasp. “It’s about…I don’t know. I love you. And that’s huge, and the last time I lived with someone I loved it ruined my life. I can’t do that with this. With us. I won’t.”

Marcus gently calls your name as you turn away from him, hands steady against the granite countertop. You can’t look at him. You’ve told the man you love that you can’t take the next step of further knitting your lives together. Of starting anew as a pair. There is no timeline to feed him. No amount of months given will tide him over because there's no expiry date on this feeling of yours. It simply is; there was a time before it existed, but you’re almost certain there will be no after.

That crawling specter of loneliness hasn’t haunted you for six whole months, and you would like to keep it that way. Even if the knowledge that you’re missing minute details about Marcus in your time across the street kills you the slightest bit; even if you want to show him that you’re all in on this, what your boyfriend doesn’t know is that you are a nuclear reactor. The disaster happened a long time ago, but the ground is still poisoned. The air is teeming with radiation even if he’s been slowly sipping the water.

You say, “I don’t know when I’m going to be ready.” Not now, if ever. Breaking your own goddamn heart.

“That’s okay,” Marcus says. “There’s no rush on it. You could take a million years. I’m still going to be here.” He takes you back into his arms, cradling your head against his body.

This doesn’t fix anything—doesn’t fix you, but you don’t want Marcus to do that anyway. For now, this works. Right now this is okay.

#marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #the mentalist fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #marcus pike x you #*lover be sweet #ppcu fanfiction #pedrostories

[theia-eos]

Tellius Height Chart, or People in Tellius are How Tall?!

So, I was looking through the dead wasteland that is Twitter a little while ago, scrolling through the comments on a screenshot of Fire Emblem Engage showing Ike's Emblem fighting alongside...one of the new characters.

For my fellow beers-per-bald-eagle citizens, that's 76.77 inches, or 6'4.8" (rounding to 6'5").

And ho boy, if that is a fact, then that has some ramifications for the size of the people on Tellius because they're all close in height to him, if not massively larger than him. I know we all joke about Ike being super big in Radiant Dawn, but he seems kind of average compared to the others.

Spoilers and length below the cut.

(Screenshots courtesy of poledoo on YouTube...this post is honestly courtesy of poledoo and Odyssey RPG and every other Tellius YouTuber so I could find every obscure cutscene and base conversation to get the measurements and references I needed, along with Kantopia for having all the concept art imaged so beautifully)

So, obviously, I had to look for this Good Smile Ike Figure.

The website lists this figure as 1/7th scale, and 420 mm in height. This means that scaled up to 1:1, the total height is 2,940 mm or 294 cm. That means I just have to figure out how tall the Ike figure is in comparison to its total height, and I can double check the math. If it maths correctly, we should be around the same number.

After using the power of photoshop to figure out his height based on his pose, I came up with a size of ≈279mm, or ≈195 cm at scale, but then I realized my height calculation included the heels of his boots, so when I cut that out, I arrived at ≈273.4mm, or ≈191cm at 1:1 scale (6'3") without shoes.

Ike is big confirmed. Incidentally, I took the liberty of measuring Ragnell, and it was 185cm at 1:1 scale (6'1"). GOOD LORD THAT BLADE IS FUCKING HUGE. SOMEONE ELSE DO THE MATH ON HOW MUCH IT WEIGHS

So, then, I began the process of figuring out how tall every major character is. Fortunately, the devs had made a height scale for Path of Radiance when making the character models and decided to share some of that with us. The translated height chart was provided by XKAN and microwaveit on Kantopia

So that cut out a lot of the larger characters for me, but this chart was not an exact science. There are two places where Ike is compared to Reyson and Leanne, and like, what am I supposed to do? Their heads seem to be at about the same level, but their bodies are different sizes and the feet aren't all level.

I worked off the chart, primarily for the characters shown in it, compared to Ike's concept art, and just scaled their feet down to be level with Ike's feet. I also used concept art primarily because they're in more neutral standing poses, the height would be easier to work off of.

I then compared the characters to Ike's portrait in cutscenes in Path of Radiance. In order to arrive at their true height, I would make sure they were all scaled together with whatever footwear they're wearing (soles, heels, highheels, etc.) and then moved them down on the scale to remove the footwear from their total height.

I then used Titania as a cross game bookmark for Ike's scale in Radiant Dawn (fun fact, with shoes, they are the same height, just about), and brought in all the Radiant Dawn specific characters. I also scaled characters that were young enough in Path of Radiance to have grown in Radiant Dawn to Radiant Dawn Ike's portrait.

For fun, for characters in both games that weren't going through height growths in the intervening three years, I would compare them to Path of Radiance Ike and Radiant Dawn Ike to see how consistent the heights were. Some were very consistent, others...not so much.

I mean, look at Reyson! In Radiant Dawn, he's only up to about Ike's headband, but in Path of Radiance, he had a good amount of height over Ike. Scaling Reyson to both instances...shows a vastly different height.

And then we have characters like Zelgius, who are exceptionally consistent...aside from when they're the Black Knight.

As you can see, Zelgius wears stilts while in the Black Knight suit, that's why it's not obvious to anyone aside from Ranulf. That one edited image of Radiant Dawn Ike surrounded by Zelgius in Black Knight Armor, Zelgius, and Black Knight amuses me highly.

For characters like Reyson, I did the best I could with what I had.

Some characters were harder to scale. According to the height chart, Caineghis and Tibarn are much taller than the scale of their portraits on cutscenes. For example, in the art book, Ike should be up to Tibarn's shoulders, but in the game, he's up to Tibarn's eyes.

I figured that the super big characters had to be scaled down/bending over to fit within the frame, so for Gareth and Dheginsea, I scaled their body art to their portraits, and they did come out drastically taller than where Ike's portrait comes up to them. I double checked Dheginsea against Kurthnaga in The Gathering cutscene from Path of Radiance, since they were standing straight at the same height on a flat surface, and Dheginsea came out about the same size as my body art experiment.

Look at all smol my son is compared to Dheginsea Kurthnaga looks so tiny at this truer scale, much smaller than the portraits make him look in comparison to the laguz royals. For Rajaion, I decided the portrait method was good enough, and compared his portrait to Ena's, and went from there.

For Elena, I compared the scale of her only model seen in game against Greil, since they're both lying flat on the ground here, and scaled her accordingly.

So, with my double checking and triple checking completed (although maybe I needed to quadruple check, I invite you to quadruple check me), I got all the characters to scale, and then measured how tall they are without footwear boosters.

For Sanaki in Path of Radiance, I suspected that as some characters appear smaller in cutscenes, she appeared larger than she actually was. In order to get her height, there is only one time we see her model for anything, and that's at the end of Daybreaks when she goes to apologize to the herons.

I used Soren and Ike's feet to find the angle the character models were standing on and compared her to Elincia to arrive at Sanaki's height in Path of Radiance.

Without further adieu, here is the final chart I came up with. Anyone wanting straight measurements can look below the chart, where characters are listed in alphabetical order. Characters without full body art are included in the list, but were not included in the imaged height chart. I'm fairly certain that most of the characters are within an inch (2.54cm) of the height I calculated (maybe 2 or three inches for Dheginsea, Gareth, and Rajaion). Anyone without fully body art is probably near 3 inches of the final height, because of factors I cannot see, and therefore, cannot control for.

If you find anything that doesn't sound right to you, leave a comment, reblog, or ask, and I'll take another look when I have the time. By the time I had moved onto measuring the heights of characters in row two I was cackling in disbelief at how tall these people are. It's hilarious and mind-boggling.

Edit to make this much clearer: These are the numbers I came up with based on the methods that I provided above. Please do not share these numbers as canon, and if you share this image, or any part of it, on another site please make it clear in your post that the "height was calculated by a fan." Thank you, I deeply appreciate your assistance in not spreading misinformation.

(I've edited the image to add a soft watermark so crops of this shared on the internet are less likely to be misinterpreted as canon information)

Aimee, 184.6 cm, 6' 0.7"

Almedha, 180.7 cm, 5' 11.1"

Amy, 107.4 cm, 3' 6.3"

Aran, 188.6 cm, 6' 2.3"

Ashera, 202.1 cm, 6' 7.6"

Ashnard, 202.9 cm, 6' 7.9"

Ashunera, 183.8 cm, 6' 0.4"

Astrid, 176.7 cm, 5' 9.6"

Bastian, 195 cm, 6' 4.8"

Black Knight, 203.7 cm, 6' 8.2"

Boyd age 18, 180.7 cm, 5' 11.1"

Boyd age 21, 185 cm, 6' 0.8"

Brom, 186 cm, 6' 1.2"

Caineghis, 202.9 cm, 6' 7.9"

Calill, 174.3 cm, 5' 8.6"

Daniel, 193.4 cm, 6' 4.1"

Danved, 195 cm, 6' 4.8"

Dheginsea, 222.8 cm, 7' 3.7"

Edward, 173.5 cm, 5' 8.3"

Elena, 178.3 cm, 5' 10.2"

Elincia, 175.1 cm, 5' 8.9"

Ena, 173.1 cm, 5' 8.1"

Fiona, 176.7 cm, 5' 9.6"

Gareth, 220.4 cm, 7' 2.8"

Gatrie, 190.2 cm, 6' 2.9"

Geoffrey, 190.2 cm, 6' 2.9"

Giffca, 201.3 cm, 6' 7.3"

Greil, 201.3 cm, 6' 7.3"

Haar, 193.4 cm, 6' 4.1"

Heather, 183.8 cm, 6' 0.4"

Hetzel, 179.9 cm, 5' 10.8"

Ike age 17, 183.8 cm, 6' 0.4"

Ike age 20, 191 cm, 6' 3.2"

Ilyana age 16, 170.3 cm, 5' 7"

Ilyana age 19, 174.7 cm, 5' 8.8"

Izuka, 171.9 cm, 5' 7.7"

Janaff, 178.7 cm, 5' 10.4"

Jarod, 192.6 cm, 6' 3.8"

Jill, 182.2 cm, 5' 11.7"

Jorge, 193.4 cm, 6' 4.1"

Kieran, 187 cm, 6' 1.6"

Kurthnaga, 180.3 cm, 5' 11"

Kyza, 190.8 cm, 6' 3.1"

Largo, 192.6 cm, 6' 3.8"

Laura, 172.7 cm, 5' 8"

Leanne, 177.5 cm, 5' 9.9"

Lehran, 193.6 cm, 6' 4.2"

Lekain, 186.2 cm, 6' 1.3"

Leonardo, 185.4 cm, 6' 1"

Lethe, 175.1 cm, 5' 8.9"

Levail, 187 cm, 6' 1.6"

Lotz, 194.2 cm, 6' 4.5"

Lucia, 181.5 cm, 5' 11.5"

Ludveck, 196.6 cm, 6' 5.4"

Lyre, 171.9 cm, 5' 7.7"

Makalov, 182.2 cm, 5' 11.7"

Marcia, 175.9 cm, 5' 9.3"

Meg, 175.1 cm, 5' 8.9"

Mia age 17, 175.9 cm, 5' 9.3"

Mia age 20, 181.8 cm, 5' 11.6"

Micaiah, 171.1 cm, 5' 7.4"

Mist age 15, 170.3 cm, 5' 7"

Mist age 18, 175.5 cm, 5' 9.1"

Mordecai, 189.4 cm, 6' 2.6"

Muarim, 195.8 cm, 6' 5.1"

Muston, 198.2 cm, 6' 6"

Naesala, 202.1 cm, 6' 7.6"

Nailah, 189 cm, 6' 2.4"

Nasir, 183.8 cm, 6' 0.4"

Nealuchi, 172.3 cm, 5' 7.8"

Nephenee, 178.3 cm, 5' 10.2"

Nolan, 199 cm, 6' 6.3"

Numida, 186.2 cm, 6' 1.3"

Oliver, 179.1 cm, 5' 10.5"

Oscar, 193.4 cm, 6' 4.1"

Pelleas, 186.2 cm, 6' 1.3"

Petrine, 187 cm, 6' 1.6"

Rafiel, 187.8 cm, 6' 1.9"

Rajaion, 210.1 cm, 6' 10.7"

Ranulf, 183 cm, 6' 0"

Renning, 191 cm, 6' 3.2"

Reyson, 188.6 cm, 6' 2.3"

Rhys, 187 cm, 6' 1.6"

Rolf age 12, 161.6 cm, 5' 3.6"

Rolf age 15, 176.7 cm, 5' 9.6"

Sanaki age 10, 145.6 cm, 4' 9.3"

Sanaki age 13, 165.5 cm, 5' 5.2"

Shinon, 192.6 cm, 6' 3.8"

Sigrun, 182.6 cm, 5' 11.9"

Skrimir, 200.1 cm, 6' 6.8"

Soren age 19, 173.5 cm, 5' 8.3"

Soren age 22, 179.9 cm, 5' 10.8"

Sothe age 14, 163.9 cm, 5' 4.5"

Sothe age 17, 184.6 cm, 6' 0.7"

Stefan, 191.2 cm, 6' 3.3"

Tanith, 185.7 cm, 6' 1.1"

Tauroneo, 193.4 cm, 6' 4.1"

Tibarn, 212.5 cm, 6' 11.7"

Titania, 187.8 cm, 6' 1.9"

Tormod age 13, 166.3 cm, 5' 5.5"

Tormod age 16, 174.3 cm, 5' 8.6"

Ulki, 183.4 cm, 6' 0.2"

Valtome, 188.6 cm, 6' 2.3"

Vika, 183 cm, 6' 0"

Volke, 191.8 cm, 6' 3.5"

Volug, 191 cm, 6' 3.2"

Yune, 135.3 cm, 4' 5.3"

Zelgius, 191.8 cm, 6' 3.5"

Zihark, 188.6 cm, 6' 2.3"

#fe9 #FE10 #fe9/10 #Path of Radiance #radiant dawn #Tellius #fire emblem path of radiance #fire emblem meta #meta #fire emblem radiant dawn #fire emblem tellius #tellius meta #taking fantasy settings too seriously #character heights #math #I'm so tired #The Black Knight armor was one-size-fits-all #and Zelgius just had to deal with it #everyone in Tellius is so tall #Over 50% of the characters are over 6 feet (182.8cm) #They're massive #Titania is officially mommy #So is Nailah #No wonder the Greil Mercenaries are so strong #you have to be this tall to join #You look at Soren and think ‟haha he's such a short little gremlin‟ #BUT HE'S NOT! He's just short in comparison. That traitor #I'm above average height and yet I'm shorter than Soren. I hate it #There are 0 adults in these games that I am taller than

[freewilllife]

Xie Lian´s reason for choosing his two "friends"- Xie Lian´s living conditions

I. Xie Lian is a peerlessly impressive person

One of the more interesting points in Xie Lian´s previous life is that the Crown Prince of Xianle was extraordinary in the best sense possible.

Xie Lian was extraordinarily beautiful, intelligent, gifted in material arts, and apparently also the "best person one could be"...

"The State Preceptor laughed." It´s nothing, it´s nothing. His Higness the Crown Prince, darling of the heavens, is divinely gifted, marvelously talented, and graciously brilliant. It is fortune accumulated from three lifetimes that gave this lowly subject the chance to become his teacher. I have a feeling that with His Highness the Crown Prince´s presence, today will go down in history."

"Yet when they gazed upon his face, their breathing hitched. That young man had long brows and charming eyes, exceptionally handsome, radiating nobility, so dazzling it forced down the eyes of those looking."

But there is one crux with this...A person like this hardly finds other people he can relate to...

II. The Crown Prince of Xianle was a lonely figure

Xie Lian grinned."Feng Xing, did you know-there are so many people in this world that are nothing but rocks in my eyes."

A very good question: Had Xie Lian any other friends in the past beside those two? Well, you won´t find any.

Even among the other disciples, we didn´t hear of even one disciples that Xie Lian fancied in every way. Even though he was quite popular. There seemed to be quite many people who would have given I don´t-know-what for his company. Yet Xie Lian was not close with many people.

Even when he was - nearly- at the height of his popularity as Crown Prince - there was a clear distance between him and the other people besides his parents - even with them the relationship had become quite rocky.

I just want to make clear, that it was unbelievable hard to be chosen as Xie Lian´s friend in the past. He tended to not give people he perceived as not that important too much attention.

Xie Lian has hardly ever been a completely open person that was able to instantly connect with people. Even as Crown Prince, he kept mostly two people around: Feng Xin and Mu Qing.

III. The relationship with his parents

Xie Lian was a teenager of 17 years and he started to become independent from his parents, trying to go his own way.

And the relationship with his father had grown quite tense, as his son - who was still clueless about the difficulties to rule a country, judged his father quite negatively.

It was well-known fact that the crown prince was obsessed with cultivation, and ever since he entered the Royal Holy Temple, he visited his parents less and less. The king didn´t comment much on the matter, but the queen was always reluctant to see him go.

IV. The choice of his "comrades"

"There are rocks everywhere, but precious jades are hard to come by. When it comes to martial arts, I´ve only ever seen two people who could be called jades. one is you. The other is him." He stopped and turned, eyes bright. "I genuinely think that Mu Qing is extremely gifted. How could I let such a precious jade be left to collect dust, denied from showing ist beauty simply because of its background and temper?“ Xie Lian looked determined.“No I think that´s wrong. You ask why I think so highly of him? It´s the same reason I think so highly of you. Those who are destined to shine, I must let them shine. Besides I don´t believe that goodwill brings bad returns.“

Believe it or not...Xie Lian - the martial arts fanatic- chose his friends based on their abilities in martial arts.

Or at least...it seemed like this...but please don´t let yourself be fooled by words...This was surely a very important reason for Xie Lian´s choice, but not the only reason...

Both Feng Xin and Mu Qing share some similarities with Xie LIan besides being great at martial arts...

Both of them keep to themselves, just like Xie Lian.

Both of them shared similar values with Xie Lian.

And Xie Lian was aware of it, since he did not need to explain to them in some instances how to act.

and it was thanks only to Feng Xin and Mu Qing - who sat at the front and grabbed the reins to guide the horse - that this berserk journey did not cost at least twenty lives.

guess that Xie Lian could have observed them both...or he just had a hunch that they could fit him...I don´t know...but for example Xie Lian pretty sure realized it in Mu Qing, when he helped him during the festival...and then there is the thing with their mothers...

All three have some strong bonds with either their mother (Mu Qing, Xie Lian) or other mothers (Feng Xin)

Xie Lian is a momma boy...First thing he did after he comes back to the palace, he was meeting his mother, the queen.

Xie Lian went to meet with the queen straightaway.

It is really easy to realize how much Xie Lian loved his mother. He can easily compliment her...and even in one of his darkest hours, when he tried very hard to not let it crumble, he desperately wished to cling to his mother like a young child again. Apparently he also produces vernom in the kitchen, due to his mother being bad at cooking.

I guess it is apparent that Mu Qing loved his mother with how often this had been previously mentioned. Even the gold leaf he took, would have been a present to her.

And Feng Xin? He broke his arm for the queen...

#xie lian #tgcf #mu qing #feng xin

[dark-elf-writes]

Sharing the sharingan:

Itachi being like “huh, what? You just told me to kill all the Uchiha’s Mr.Danzo. And this piece of paper clearly says that man is NOT an Uchiha. You’d think the shadow hokage would know how to fucking read.”

What to do when your teammate uses you to commit suicide (a self help guide for the lost, confused, and used)

the book is blank because hey it’s a first for me too kid.

An Uchiha who turns to love rather than hate.

Them taking care of Sakumo’s body and cleaning the blood off kakashi :’(

ACE/ARO REP BITCHESSSSS

Kakshi double fisting a weirdly accurate self help book and pure smut while white knuckling his mental health.

Two bros chilling in a one room apartment with a hoard of semi-adopted kids co-writing porn for their little brother’s mental health because they’re not gay

ADHD Hyuga 0-0

Naruto buying Kabuto and scaring him with his teeth cuz he won’t go to any other healer but the Uchiha

“Destroy eyes” pact now including one traumatized dog man

May the lord have mercy on your insignificant soul because I swear to god if I ever see your bitch ass again I will not.

Gordon Uchiha

As much as it hurts to see the light come for his pups he’s so fucking glad they get to live another day, get to break the cycle of the Hatakes (because they are all Hatakes no matter what clans two of them were born into) dying young.

*sniffle*^^^^^

Big Lap Dog problem where the pups grew bigger and Sakumo did not as he is dead, so where two scrawny teenagers and an actual toddler never knocked Sakumo over three ANBU who have long since grown out of the gangliness of youth and have spent years packing on muscle through training very much do.

But you are incredibly correct imagining them as different heights is somehow deeply upsetting and they have to be the exact same height for Reasons

The three friend killers. With phantom blood of enemies and once allies forever staining their hands. The three remaining sharingan users. All of them with a flee on sight status in most bingo books. All of them cuddling in the nearly empty lounge.

The Uchiha: oh yeah…sorry I called you a bitch. The Hyuga: it’s fine. I am a bitch.

So when she knows she can't escape (She was never going to beat them, they have always been better than her no matter how hard she tried) she decides to just.... let their jutsu hit her. To die by her brothers hands is probably the best end she could hope for.

She stands back from the fire at first when the boys finally meet them (too soon. Far too soon) but kakashi spots her in the dark just like he always had. And what chance did she have not to be buried under the weight of her brothers (what were they all eating that they had gotten so damn tall.

one soul in two bodies, the closest someone could be to another person without cracking their chest open to crawl inside (she wondered one day if one of them would. Would take that final step to rejoin their hearts until they were one whole being again.) they had taken different approaches to the hatred

Seeing two Byakugan split between two faces. Knowing that the eyes once called the true heart of a dojutsu user were swapped between the two in actuality.

Sasuke constantly stuck in a game of catch-up he never seems to win. Chasing after distant goals and figures he can barely see, let alone match.

The third teammate in sharing the Sharingan: “But she’s still the outsider, she doesn’t share their strange pack mentality…”. Me: it’s the neurodivergence babe.

!!!!!

#the elf talks #naruto #sharing the sharingan #ngl a lot of these are my favs too #that being said I don’t remember where the ‘sorry I called you a bitch’ ‘no yah I am a bitch’ was but I now have to go find that post #because I’m cackling okay #I also like the ‘they are probably going to crack the other open and crawl inside’ line because yeah #that’s how they be #also can never forget the absolute banger like #it’s the neurodivergence babe

[jinwoosungs]

{ 48 }

for the love of sukuna itadori.

sukuna x fem.reader

no curses au | itadori twins au | unedited

thinking about yuji's twin brother sukuna and how the moment he first laid eyes on you, began his relentless teasing and tormenting.

you are five years old, with your hair tied up into pigtails so as to give off an innocent appearance when you meet your next door neighbors for the first time. being dubbed as cute for most of your life, you saw no harm in your mother dressing you up in your favorite dress and pigtails, happily following her towards the house next to yours.

"mommy has to work for a bit, and the nice man with his two young boys agreed to play with you until mommy gets home. you behave now, okay?"

okay mommy, was your simple reply as you held on to your mother's hand with tiny fists. because truly, what would you know at such a young age of five than to follow your mother's words?

how could you have possibly known that this very moment was when your life would change for the worst?

your mother gives three firm knocks against the door and within just a few minutes, it opens.

a man around your mother's age was revealed. he had hair the color of strawberry cotton candy and a smile that appeared to be just as sweet. he says a few words to your mother before coming back down on his knees to match with your height.

"hello pretty girl, my name is jin, but you can call me uncle jin since i'll be watching over you while your mommy works from now on. i've got two boys that are just your age as well, so i'm sure you'll have fun playing together with them."

you give him a shy nod and tell him thank you, just like how your mother taught you just hours before you came here. she gives you one last sweet smile before kneeling down to press a kiss against your hair. "i'll be back soon, you just have fun playing with uncle jin and his boys."

what seemed like mere seconds had passed when you were suddenly left alone in the itadori household. two figures catch your attention, and you look toward the stairs to see two little boys with different expressions on them.

they both had matching strawberry cotton candy hair, but one had a much kinder face than the other. he looked like a newborn puppy, keeping his melted chocolate eyes on you and asking you in a shy voice whether you were a new friend.

on the other hand, the other boy shared his face but not his kindness. he appeared cranky and upset, pouting at you while stomping down the steps to meet you.

"ah, s-sukuna! don't be mean!"

"shut up yuu, it's our house and i'm gonna set some rules!"

despite him being relatively the same size as you, you couldn't help but feel the way that sukuna boy was towering over you with a scowl on his face. "just cause papa and yuu think that you're cute means nothin' to me! you're not gonna play with my toys ever!"

it's then that the boy proceeds to tug at your pigtails, making you cry out as the pretty elastics that your mom had so prettily decorated against your hair was ripped from you. the pain felt against your scalp turns you into a bawling mess, catching uncle jin's attention from the kitchen as he immediately goes to comfort you.

"sukuna, that was very awful of you! today you'll have no snacks until you properly apologize to her!"

"whatever, i don't need snacks!" sukuna was still fuming when he went up the stairs and back to his room, slamming the door for extra dramatics while you were left sobbing in his father's arms with yuu comforting you.

jin apologizes for his eldest son's behavior, dubbing him as the more 'spoiled twins' between the two brothers. however, he tells you that yuji is much kinder and would be more than willing to share his toys with you.

and lucky for you, there was an absolute truth in that statement.

for the next several hours, you played with yuji, nearly forgetting all about sukuna and how mean he was. jin mentions something about giving sukuna some snacks anyways, since he had been in his room this whole time and might be hungry.

it was true that jin itadori was a kind father, that maybe you thought that sukuna never deserved such kindness-

however, in due time, you'll come to realize how complex sukuna could truly be, and that at the root of it all, he was just a dumb kid that didn't know how to deal with how he felt.

later that day, you recall having the urge to use the bathroom, the copious amounts of strawberry milk that you drank becoming near impossible to hold back. it got so bad that jin had to carry you to the bathroom, closing the door to help keep your privacy as you relieved yourself.

the feeling of relief was intense as you washed your hands, counting to thirty to the best of your abilities as you skipped a few numbers all while lathering the soap between your sticky hands. when you were satisfied with washing your hands, you give your reflection in the mirror a happy nod before drying your hands on a towel.

when you open the door, only to feel puzzled by the sight of your favorite treats settled in front of you.

on the wooden floors were two packets of your favorite fruit gummies with a carton of strawberry milk along with one of your elastics your mom had used to tie your hair.

using the elastic to tie your hair into an uneven ponytail, you gather the snacks with plans to share them with yuji. despite knowing it was probably sukuna who had given you his snacks and your elastic back as some sort of apology, you weren't quite brave enough to face him again.

when you came home that night, your mother asked you what happened to the other band that held up your hair in such cute little pigtails.

you lie and tell her you lost it while playing.

twin brother sukuna who loves spending his free time taking up your every thought and interrupting your playtime with yuji.

you're now eight years old, playing on the hot streets of your neighborhood with an array of colorful chalks surrounding you.

you were both giggling, with yuji doing a poor rendition of a tiger with his uneven orange lines and jagged black stripes. meanwhile, you were attempting to draw and color in rainbows for your butterfly, your brows knitted together in intense concentration as you lined the chalks together.

to your horror, you watch as a chalk rolls away from you, yellow in shade, and the one you needed the most at the moment. you reach out to it, only for it to be stopped by the tip of someone's sneakers.

your eyes trail up from the shoes, only to be met with sukuna's signature smirk. you stand back to your full height, but knew that sukuna still stands taller than you by at least a full head.

"can i have that back?"

his smirk widens, holding your chalk above your head, "dad always said it's rude not to say please."

his words make a surge of annoyance go through you, the urge to say some un-ladylike words to him was strong-

but your mom taught you better than that.

"can i have it back, please?"

"hm, no, i don't think so, how about-"

before sukuna could no doubt make another outrageous demand, yuji saves the day by sneaking up behind his brother and taking the chalk back himself. "see, this is why she doesn't wanna play with you, because you're such a jerk all the time."

when yuji gives you your chalk, both brothers were glaring at each other. it seemed obvious that sukuna was upset, but really, you didn't know why.

you didn't share that much in common with sukuna anyways, and you were sure he had better things to do than to draw animals with chalk. despite being the older twin, sukuna displayed interests that were vastly different from yuji. from playing video games to trying out different sports with the other kids, sukuna was clearly the more outspoken twin.

you hear him click his tongue, turning away from you and yuji with a grunt, but something manages to catch your eye just moments before sukuna ran off.

on his right wrist, you could have sworn he was wearing the same elastic that held up your hair during your first meeting with the itadori twins three years ago.

twin brother sukuna who shows his kindness in strange, roundabout ways.

you are now fifteen and old enough to know how much your mother struggles raising you as a single mother, which explains why your youngest memories were so intertwined with the itadori household.

your father was still kept as a tight lipped secret from you. every time you mention the man that had fathered you, a look of pain flashes across your mother's eyes, and all she can tell you is that he was long gone now.

this week would be a long one, since your mother's promotion now had her working oversees for days on end. but there was something particularly lonely about missing your mother for one whole week.

the forecast called for dark clouds and loud thunderstorms. despite how yuji promised to keep you safe from the ripples of lightning and the deep cracks of thunder, you still didn't feel safe enough.

as you both got ready for bed, with your usual blankets spread on the floor of yuji's bedroom, you held in your arms your favorite bunny plush you had since you were three years old.

it was worn, with its stitching becoming frayed at the ends and its fur losing the color of pastel blue, but it still carried a familiar scent-

the scent of your mother and home. only when you missed your mom and felt a desperation to be in her arms did you bring your favorite plush. with your nose buried within the soft plush and your eyes feeling heavier with sleep did you finally succumb to your dreams.

a loud crash was what ultimately awakens you, and you found yourself sweating on the floor with the blankets twisted around your ankles. it takes you a few minutes to comprehend that you were in yuji's room, with his snores serving as the perfect evidence of you not being alone-

so why were you suddenly hit with feelings of terror that you couldn't sleep?

your eyes adjust to the darkness, and you realized that something immensely important to you was missing.

your precious bunny.

knowing who the culprit was, you carefully stand from the floor, tiptoeing your way out of the room so as to not awaken yuji as you made your way to sukuna.

and what a bastard he was for stealing something so precious from you like that? surely he knew of how important it was to you, and had the audacity to take it away from you?

you weren't going to stand for this any longer.

you stand in front of his door and harshly knocked against his door, not caring if the sound woke him up. some groans were heard on the other side before the door was flung open, revealing sukuna dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers.

you refused to allow your eyes the pleasure of looking at him, the way he spent a few years playing various sports that had him discipline his body and turn it into the magnificent figure that stood before you. not daring to look at him, you simply turn your face away and held out your hand to him. "give him back."

"don't know what you're talkin' about, princess."

it seemed that he was mocking you, but you were too exhausted to take the bait. "please, i'm begging you, just give him back and-"

another sound of booming thunder crackling within the skies makes you jump, landing yourself in the very arms of the boy you had convinced yourself you hated simply because of how much joy he took in tormenting you.

yet when you land against his bare chest, you didn't hear any mocking words or the sounds of his laughter. instead, he shocks you by wrapping his arms around you, bringing you closer to him while telling you "you really think that pathetic plushie can protect you better than i can?"

his words leave you speechless as you were silently brought into his bedroom. not even missing a beat, he picks you up and carries you to his bed, laying down all while keeping you pressed against his chest.

not even the sounds of his heartbeat could calm the rushing of blood against your ears. you were pressed so intimately close to sukuna that it was getting harder for you to breathe.

his scent surrounds you, nearly choking you as your palpitations seemed to speed up at the realization that this was real-

that sukuna itadori was truly holding and comforting you like a lover would.

your face was burning with embarrassment, and you let your hands curl against the hard wall of muscle that made up his chest, earning a scowl from his handsome face.

"this...i- i thought you hated me, sukuna."

he says nothing, simply twisting his hand around your strand of hair before gently forcing you back into him. "dad always said hate and love were two sides of the same coin."

lightning flashes through the room, and you desperately wanted to see sukuna's face. however, when you tried to pull away once more, the sheer strength of his arms stops you.

"don't look at me right now, i look stupid. there's this heat against my cheeks that won't go away, and i fucking hate it."

his gruff admission makes you smile into his skin. sukuna feels the sensation of your smile and traps you in an even deeper tangle of limbs when he wraps his legs around you.

"sleep. no one else can keep you safer than i can."

with those last words, you find yourself swaying a bit in his arms. you yawn one last time, suddenly not minding the storm as you fell into what had to be the most comfortable sleep you had in a long time.

twin brother sukuna who only showed you his true emotions when you were both much older.

you are now twenty-two years old, getting ready for your dinner date with sukuna.

he tells you to wear that one dress that accentuated your form to perfection and drove him wild, promising that this dinner was something special. you think nothing of it though, merely thinking of it as a means to celebrate his promotion at his more than well paid job.

there was something beautiful being together with a man you had known your whole life. as you and sukuna spent the following years growing closer, you were met with yuji's and jin's knowing smiles.

they had known all along that sukuna had felt some type of way with you, hence why they never questioned why he never took off your old scrungie on his right wrist or why he had hidden your plushie in hopes of getting closer to you.

he was just stupidly in love with you and didn't know how to handle it.

just thinking back on it now makes you giggle, the lovely sound so melodious that it took sukuna out of the bathroom where he spent some time getting ready for your date.

his shirt was still unbuttoned as he looked over at you, "what's so funny?"

you briefly look behind before standing, smoothing back your dress while giving him a soft smile, "i was just reminiscing on all the times you teased me and thought about how far we came."

he remains silent, expression unreadable as some emotion makes his gaze soften just the tiniest bit. he walks toward you until he was close enough to touch you, reaching out a hand to gently caress at your bottom lip. "and do you regret it?"

you lean into his touch with your eyes closed, humming a bit before taking a hold of his hand to press a kiss against the palm of it. opening your eyes, you see sukuna's devastatingly handsome face looking down at you expectantly and smile,

"of course i don't regret it, my love."

sukuna sharply inhales, letting out a soft curse before getting down on one knee. your eyes widen at the sudden change in stance, and you felt them quickly fill with tears when he brings out a tiny velvet box from the confines of his pants.

"i wanted to wait and propose to you after dinner, but fuck it, i can't wait another minute. i need to be your husband, so please, marry me." his voice was rough, and the way he was looking up at you like you were the sole reason the sun came up every morning-

you said yes to his proposal, becoming teary eyed when he stands back to his full height and places the gorgeous ring on your left ring finger. he says your name with a reverence that made your whole body shiver, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss when his hands suddenly worked on sliding the zipper of your dress down.

"forget about the restaurant. i have a new way of celebrating our engagement." he states while placing his knee between your legs.

you were given little choice but to accept his promise of pleasure as you eagerly welcomed him with open arms, forever tying yourself to the man you had grown to love.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen fluff #sukuna ryoumen fluff #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryoumen x reader #.stories

[calpalsworld]

I’ve seen a lot of misinformation spread around with people calling Minions by the wrong name. I think its about time someone from the Minions community speaks up and gives a simple comprehensive guide to minion characters. Contrary to popular belief, it is not always easy to identify every single minions! Some minions share the same appearance, or the same name. For example there are two Jerrys and two Carls! But it is truly unacceptable to misidentify the most recognizable minon characters, as they are unique individuals with interesting personalities!

-------------MINIONS ROLECALL------------------------------------------

THE TRIO

The most important minion characters are the trio of Kevin, Bob, and Stuart! If you cant identify these three you really should check yourself! 

KEVIN

Kevin is identifiable for his height, tall hair, and leadership! He is one of the most determined and heroic minions. He is arguably the main character of Minions, and he lead the quest to find a new evil master after the minions century-long unemployment (in M1).

BOB

Bob is identifiable for being tiny and bald, and the sweetest minion of them all! He also has heterochromia. He is a product of the quirky cute craze in the early 2010s, but is honestly written pretty endearingly in recent movies. He had a corruption arc where he became the king of England (in M1). His teddy bear is named Tim, not to be confused with the minion Tim, who I mention later.

STUART 

Stuart is identifiable for having one eye and combed hair.... Oh dear, how do I say this. He is an arrogant.... floozy..... And he frequently shows his minion butt on screen. He also has a bit of an artistic side and can play any type of guitar. Notably, he, along with Dave, are the only two minions to never have been turned into a purple “Evil Minion” (in DM2).

OTHER MAJOR CHARACTERS DAVE

Dave doesn’t stand out very much visually and personality-wise, he is your standard minion, but he is very iconic! He has two eyes, is an average pill-shape, and has combed hair. Along with Stuart, he was never turned into a purple minion. He is also one of the only minions to never quit their job, along with one of the Jerrys (in DM3). He is also a little bit of a floozy like Stuart. 

MEL

Mel is identifiable for his one eye and friar-type-hair. As the current head of the Minions, he is the one who rallies the minions to speak up with their grievances (in DM3), which inevitably causes them to rebel and temporarily quit their jobs. Despite this, he sees Gru as a father-figure and loves him very much. He is a very complex character and one of my favorite minions.

OTTO

Otto is EXTREMELY identifiable (if you misidentify him I honestly dont know whats wrong with you). He has a very wide and tall shape, has a tiny sprout of upright hair, and has braces. He also has an extremely-fast-paced speech pattern. Sadly the narrative is rather mean spirited towards him, as all the other minions and Gru are easily annoyed at his presence. Despite being an air-head and making mistakes for the sake of plot, he tries his best to right his wrongs and deserves better! 

OTHER NOTABLE CHARACTERS JERRY AND JERRY

YES they are different characters. YES they both have the same name. It happens in real life too, deal with it. Jerry (left) likes to play golf. Jerry (right) is one of the only minions to not temporarily quit their job, along with Dave. Just wanted to clarify this.

TIM

Tim looks the same as Kevin, but they are NOT the same character. Tim commonly dresses up as a Father when he goes on undercover missions (he does it in DM1 and DM2.) He is also one of the minions who appears in the iconic credits sequence of DM1, along with Carl and John.

TOM

For those wondering who the Maid minion is, his name is Tom. Some media accidentally mislabeled him as Phil, but Phil is actually the one who dresses up like an infant and gets inflated (in DM1). DONT BE LIKE THESE FOOLS. DONT CONFUSE THE BABY MINION FOR THE MAID MINION.

(image of Phil moments before the incident) -------------------------------------------------------------------------- There are many more minion characters! But these were the ones I felt like are most iconic and important to the plot! Please learn your facts and stop incorrectly identifying minions! Thank you!

#minions #despicable me

[angel-babycakes]

If any of you read my works on ao3/seen my random Twitter ramblings, then it’ll make more sense to y’all but anyways: Trish shares a similar face to Doppio and Donatella, while the hidden anger issues and slightly sharp green eyes are from Diavolo, I’m so sick like Trish is combination of all three of her parents and it’s so obvious that she’s got all the pretty genes from them too and she’s also lost all three of them- *sobs*

Doppio has a heart shaped face, it’s basically both cute and childish yet also holds a faint hint of maturity, something Trish has for her own face too. While Donatella has a more oval model like face, which Trish also has and why she resembles them both the best facial wise. Trish has faint freckles from Doppio and Diavolo (but mostly Doppio) then has sharp green eyes from Diavolo but they seem soft due to the genes she’s gotten from Doppio and Donatella, definitely has her mother’s mouth shape too, just a bit more plump.

Plus Doppio has a more curvaceous figure, a total difference from Trish’s body, who had a similar figure but with more petite curves and slight athletic build, yet still passable in a way. Diavolo as a woman (Diavola) would share the same figure as Doppio, but more curvier compared to Donatella’s slim model like build.

Friendly reminder that I also write Doppio and Trish having a similar weight at 45kgs/99lbs, but there’s a slight difference, so Trish is 45kgs/99.208lbs at 5’4 (her canon height) while Doppio is 45kgs/99.210lbs 5’3 but that’s if you want to get extremely technical, I do it for simplicity.

Then there’s Doppio as a teenager (17-18) who stood tall at 4’11 and weighed about 42kgs/92lbs while Diavola, when taking control, was around 5’3, weighing in at at 45kgs/99lbs, this would later change when Doppio is in her early 30s, standing at 5’3 and weighed 99lbs while Diavola would be 6’3 and weighed 57kg/125lbs.

Before anyone says anything…just know that Trish inherited her anger from Doppio (and Diavolo) it's just a fact, like if Trish is angry enough, she's gonna throw a scalding hot honey bun at you and laugh while recording you or insult you so bad, you would cry like a newborn.

I rambled a lot, sweet Jesus, but thank you for coming to my ted talk of how I see Doppio, Diavolo/Diavola, Trish and Donatella in my own way, hahaha!💕

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #vinegar doppio #jjba doppio #jjba diavolo #jjba trish #jjba donatella una #jjba headcanons #headcanon #personal headcanon #I’m so right #very long post #yapping #pov your in a yapping competition and your opponent is me #professional yapper

[vnknowns]

𝒛𝒆𝒗𝒂 𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏

( alisha boe, ciswoman, she/her ) have you met zeva amin yet? you know, the twenty three year old undergraduate student. i think they’re a senior majoring in political science. ring a bell yet? every time i walk past their dorm i hear the archer by taylor swift blasting through the door. everyone who meets them say they’re ambitious but can also be a little neurotic. guess when you meet them you’ll figure that out yourself.

statistics

‣ FULL NAME: zeva iselin amin ‣ ALIAS: zee, zev ‣ DOB: november 16, 2000 ‣ AGE & ZODIAC: twenty-three & scorpio ‣ SEXUALITY: pansexual & panromantic ‣ YEAR: senior ‣ MAJOR: political science ‣ CHARACTERISTICS: ambitious, neurotic, intelligent, determined, magnetic, controlling, stubborn ‣ STUDENT ACTIVITIES: singles tennis, student president, debate team ‣ LANGUAGES: english, norwegian, conversational french ‣ HAIR + EYE COLOR: brown hair & brown eyes ‣ HEIGHT: 5'4" ‣ FACECLAIM: alisha boe

background

if you were to ask zeva amin how she grew up, she would say something like “alarmingly average” or that it was a “modest upbringing”. her parents owned a rather successful cleaning business, and so as a child zeva would go along with her mother to clean these gorgeous, sprawling estates, and would wonder why they didn’t live like that. why did these people get to have so much, when zeva’s family didn’t? they certainly didn’t struggle, but they also didn’t live the life of excess that zeva’s mother’s client’s families did, and that’s what she wanted. what she came to crave. 

zeva has always been a “force of nature”, according to her family, and the apple of her parents’ eye, given how she is their only child, with very few cousins or other family members to share the attention with. 

despite her “humble upbringing”, zeva always craved more; pushed her parents to do more, to be more, to strive for more. they had already become friendly with some of their clients, but upon zeva’s insistence, they started cultivating those relationships, and ultimately, it paid off. they got her foot in the door for a scholarship to a prestigious prep school, one of their clients insisting that zeva would be perfect for it, and would be in the same class as her daughter. 

zeva had always excelled in school, had always pushed herself to be the best, having developed a love for reading from a young age. the first time she heard the phrase ‘knowledge is power’ it stuck with her, and she has used it to her advantage ever since. her first year at the prep school was rough, and she had to fight to fit in, given that most of the students either already knew each other or knew of each other, since their families were well connected and most were legacies. but zeva is not the type to allow herself to fade into the background, not letting her background and lack of pre-established connections set her back as she forged her own connections, made friends with the right people and got in where she could to better her own circumstances.

zeva would say she was well-known and well-liked throughout her time at the prep school, although certainly not universally liked. she made some ‘necessary’ enemies as she fought her way near the top of the food chain, doing absolutely anything she could to be the best of the best, to gain the life of excess and prestige she believes she deserves. what people didn’t realize, was just how much she was working behind the scenes and little things she set in motion to work things to her advantage.

still, despite all of zeva’s hard work and efforts in applying to every ivy league she could, she only got accepted to one and she couldn’t afford to go. radcliffe was her next best option, the school basically as good as an ivy league just without the actual classification, and according to zeva, she would “rather be a big fish in a small pond, than a small fish in a big pond”. so she took her scholarship to radcliffe and hasn’t looked back, set on making a name for herself and owning a sprawling estate of her own one day, and a legacy to go along with it.

TLDR —

zeva amin. alisha boe fc, 23, senior, political science major. probably wants to rule the world someday tbh???? (mastermind by t swift plays in the bg)

zeva is 4 leprechauns in a trenchcoat. not really, but she could probably convince you she is!!! shes a silly little mastermind girlie who just wants to be rich and influential and will do anything to make it happen!!! 

she’s a smart little overachiever who wants everyone to love her and she’s neurotic and honestly a bit unhinged and could mastermind her way into or out of any situation probably!! 

connections

someone that zeva went to prep school with and was close with!!!

someone that zeva went to prep school with and they absolutely hate her for one reason or another!!! (she probably did some foul shit to them that she honestly doesn't even remember atp LKSDJF)

study buddies!!

if ur char is rich and influential or has a powerful/influential family, zeva will find some way to weasel her way into their life or their radar (whether they want her there or not!!!! if it's not.... she probs will end up blackmailing them or finding dirt on them LKSDJF)

she does singles tennis so i'd love a fellow tennis player for her to be friends with and practice with!!!!

i would also love a tennis rival that she absolutely loathes and wants to crush (maybe they're better than her and she just CAN'T STAND IT)

a fellow debate club member who she just CANNOT STOP ARGUING WITH!!!!

someone she is horrifically attracted to and maybe they flirt and stuff but zeva doesn't want to give in bc this person is poor or doesn't have any ties that she can use so they are #useless to her but she's SOOOO DRAWN TO THEM AND SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHY!!! (they could also be in a lil situationship but she pretends they don't exist until she gives in again bc she Will give in again KLSDJF)

zeva is student president so i'm sure she has connections with the other student govt officers as they'll prob work closely together!!!! she's very Opinionated and a bit neurotic so i'm sure she's not very easy to work with (although she might make it Seem like she is)

#radcliffeintro #about zeva.

[tickledpink31]

What would Minako’s interactions with the obey me cast be if they ever met?

Minako:

When Minako found herself in hell she came to the conclusion that she finally died for real, but she's too tired to care. Belphegor can relate. (She did not die, a classic potion mishap happened.)

Starting with my Obey Me!MC, Eva Dilag, they're instant BFFs. A pair of witches sharing spells. Minako has a tiny crush on Eva, but Eva is already spoken for (*cough* Lucifer *cough*). They share their own grievances about being involuntary therapists for a bunch of emotionally stunted men. Poor Minako has to deal with 20+ plus boys and perhaps an entire school while Eva deals with seven.

By the way, Eva has a sheep form, which Minako absolutely adores as an animal lover. She's so small and fluffy!

Lucifer is a hard-ass, but that doesn't really bother Minako that much. He can be a bit extreme with his punishments though, which Minako hates. I mean he blew up a bathroom once during his second birthday event because he couldn't find the matching necklace that he got on with MC. Maybe it's because he looks and acts like Minako's current father figure that she tolerates him (I'm talking about Crewel).

It's back and forth with Mammon. He's an annoying little shit who will do anything to have money in his hands, but sometimes, Minako feels that being the punching bag of the family is a little undeserved. It's okay though. If Mammon does steal something from her, Minako is actually just as fast as Mammon, whether she's on her feet or on her broom. And she packs a punch too.

Levi is almost Idia 2.0 for Minako, but she does notice a few differences. Idia has a hidden smugness and sassiness to him underneath his doom and gloom, whereas Levi is more blunt and direct with how he feels. Levi gets so shy around Minako because a pretty girl is talking to him, and that she's surprisingly scary for a human.

Satan is impressed with Minako's intelligence. Minako is a little bit of a literature nerd, especially when she was a kid, so they both enjoy sharing book recommendations. They like to get into some playful debates and banters about things.

Asmo thinks that Minako is adorable! He tried seducing her, but Minako was able to straight-up will herself not to fall for his hypnosis (she's learned her lesson after the Scarabia incident and tried to pick up Occlumency). Well, at least they can have makeovers together. Minako has some fancy cosmetics that Vil gifted her, and Asmo has rare and exotic cosmetics made by demons.

Beel is so huggable and sweet. Now, please stop eating tonight's dinner. Your brothers are hungry too. All Minako wants is a buff man with a heart of gold, not necessarily for a boyfriend, at least as a close friend who lets her climb on him like a monkey so that she can ride his shoulders and hug when she's sad.

Minako begged Belphie once to help her get a good night's sleep. She might as well enjoy it now when she can while she's away from Night Raven.

Diavolo is just so... imposing. Minako never expected the future demon king to be childlike, but he feels dangerous at the same time. People are multi-faceted, so are demons.

I'm sorry about this Jade, but I think Minako likes Barbatos more. Finally, someone reliable with no ulterior motives. Just a fairly normal guy who will serve you tea not laced with poisonous mushrooms. Wait, what do you mean you predicted that Minako would come to Devildom?

Minako has a crush on Simeon too. Can you blame her? A gorgeous writer, big-hearted, and fatherly towards his ward, Luke.

Luke and Minako are almost the same height. What else is new? She has a soft spot for children, so you'll find her patting him on the head often, much to Luke's annoyance.

Solomon is kind of odd, but Eva's known him for a long time and so have her ancestors. The three humans together are a chaotic bunch and are a terror to the Devildom.

That's all I have. I'm not going to do Mephistophelees, Thirteen, or Raphael because I don't know them that well.

#ask #twisted wonderland x harry potter #obey me x twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #obey me #harry potter #twisted wonderland mc #harry potter oc #oc: minako nezumi #oc: eva dilag #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon

[kariachi]

Applying logic to Pern is a fool's errand I know, especially when it comes to the dragonkin for various reasons, but we're told that shifts of miners who work with whers are safer and more productive than those without. It makes sense, whers have wonderful senses of smell, are described as being amazing at figuring out where potential cave-ins and thin ground are (probably somehow related to their psychic abilities), are described as being fantastic diggers in their own right helping with the ore and stone, and based on descriptions we can assume they share the dragons' ability to carry however much they think they can carry. Between all this there's a lot of jobs whers should be fucking amazing at and mining is one of them.

So, logically speaking, mining on Pern should be arranged with wher productivity in mind. I'm looking at historical mineshaft numbers and in England in the mid-1700s they apparently averaged about 6 ft tall, though eariler centuries had heights as low as 3 ft, but I feel like on Pern they're probably far larger. You're not just going to want a wher in the mine, you're going to want them to be able to maneuver and to dig. And we know from Dragon's Kin that browns are historically used in mines, so based on my prior math we can assume mineshafts are typically at minimum 8-12 ft tall. I was going to give a width but by my estimates we'd probably be looking at something 20-30 ft (because if you have to get out quick you don't want a wher to have to carefully maneuver a three-point turn or back out of the mine and meanwhile you're stood on the inner side, easy way to lose a lot of people unnecessarily) and at that point...

Taking that into account, I think that probably explains the seeming use of room-and-pillar mining in Dragon's Kin- aside from any other benefits it would also allow for better maneuvering for the whers. So, we can probably assume that mines that utilize whers would probably use the same method, possibly long-wall mining as well. The former would also allow for retreat mining- where you collapse emptied rooms behind you to allow you to access ores above them more easily- which would also likely help in maximizing effectiveness of the whers.

We also can probably assume that mines that utilize whers likely don't go as deep as quickly as mines that don't may. After all, you're not getting a wher down a ladder and depending on how seriously we take the 'dragons weigh as much as they think they do' statement in The Skies of Pern and whether that applies to whers Pern may not yet have the means to haul a fucking wher straight up out of a mine. I've poked at math, if the weight thing doesn't apply fuckers are heavy. So, taking that into account, we're probably best assuming these mines have tunnels dedicated to entry and exit that are on a walkable slope if on a slope at all.

We can probably assume that more complex mechanical mine ventilation systems were lost over the thousands of years, given these people lost damn near everything else, so the use of whers as a safe method of detecting bad air would be even more important than in the early days, but also possibly to help make it faster to dig raises and adits which are used to improve ventilation in mines. As such these may be larger than what we see in historical mines on Earth, as even a small wher can be estimated at at least like 5 ft tall. Again, this would help with ventilation in the same way a cracked window doesn't air out a room as well or quickly as a half-open one.

Overall, an image to potentially have in one's head if they're doing something involving Pernese mines.