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Nameless - Chapter 1: Welcome to club ‘Downtown’.

Genre: Mafia AU, gang AU, BTS

Pairings: Yoongi x Reader, BTS x Reader, BTS x BTS

Warnings: Cursing. Gang violence. Gun violence. Kidnapping. Angst. Future fluff. Future smut. Referenced suicide attempt.

—— Summery

Marco Polo is an Italian Korean gang that traveled through Asia and eventually settled in South-Korea. It is known for its multiple locations around the world with the three main ones in Sicily, Tokyo and now Seoul. Their name is of course inspired by Marco Polo, but also the radioactive chemical Polonium.

Their members are poisonous, according to Yoongi at least. Poisonous little fuckers who always appear when you least expect it. Marco Polo and Bangtan have been at each other's throat ever since the Italian gang decided to stay in Seoul. After the last gang war ended in a truce he thought he’d seen the last of them but as Yoongi steps into club Downtown he will come to find out that that can’t be further from the truth.

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“I just don’t understand why I need to be present for this meeting Namjoon.” Yoongi sighed as he looked from the window to his adviser on his left. He really wasn’t looking forward to discussing a new contract with one of his dealers. “It’s necessary for them to see that you’re not just working behind the scènes Yoongi. You haven’t shown your face in quite awhile. If you keep doing that some people will start to doubt your leadership,” Namjoon calmly explained.

Jimin huffed. “Which idiots are stupid enough to doubt him?” He asked while fixing the knife in his thigh holster. “The Carters, Youngs, Lees and Polos.” Taehyung summed up from the driver's seat. Jimin turned sideways to hit him on the shoulder. “We don’t talk about the Polos. Plus, we have a truce so why would they even bother?” “Don’t play dumb, Jiminie, a truce doesn’t mean shit if the other party looks weak,” Taeyhung stated.

Yoongi closed his eyes. “Can we not talk about the Polos for one night, please?” He asked as they pulled up to club ‘Downtown’. The guys grew silent. He took that as a yes and opened his door.

Jimin groaned as he stepped out of the car. “Eugh, these heels are going to give me ingrown toenails.” He put his right hand on Yoongi’s shoulder to keep himself from falling over while he tried to adjust his shoes. “Should’ve chosen a different pair then doll face,” Yoongi teased. The look Jimin gave him was anything but pleased. “These were the only ones that go with this outfit that YOU gave me, mister. So if I want to complain about the fact that the only pair that matched is too small, than you better prepare yourself for an earful.”

Grinning fondly at the assassin’s behavior Namjoon grabbed a bag from the trunk of the car and started walking away.

The group made their way to the cashier who stood right outside the doors of the club. “Name”, he asked without looking up.

“Agust D.”

That made the head of the boy shoot up immediately. Yoongi reveled in the way only a few letters could make people surrender to him. “King D, sir, my apologies.” The boy bowed a full 90 degrees and quickly signaled for the guards to open the doors.

They walked into the establishment and were immediately welcomed by a hostess dressed in a formal uniform. “Welcome to ‘Downtown’ King D, how can I help you and your party tonight?” She asked after bowing her head.

When she looked up her eyes dragged over Jimin’s form. He could almost hear the judgemental thoughts moving around inside her head and it really made him want to roll his eyes. Sadly, he had a reputation to maintain and they were here for business, not for petty fights.

“I have someone waiting for me at my usual booth.” Yoongi’s gruff voice snapped her attention back to him. She bowed again and started to lead the way. “Follow me then, please.”

“King D, welcome!” The dealer said loudly as he stood from the couch to move to one of the stools. Yoongi looked at him and already wanted to turn back around to go home. He really wasn’t looking forward to this.

“Thank you, Jung right?” He asked as he sat himself down with Jimin glued to his site. Jaehyun stuttered as his eyes landed on Jimin. “Yea-yes, Jung Jaehyun sir, from NCT.”

Namjoon joined Yoongi’s other side and laid the bag under the table. “I heard you wanted to discuss some adjustments for your contract with us?” “Yes, I have a ton of ideas and Taeyong said if I wanted them to happen I needed to talk to you.” Yoongi hummed and nodded towards Taehyung to close the curtains.

Always best to watch out for eavesdroppers.

“This here is your locker and you can find your clothing on the rack over there.” The manager of ‘Downtown’ pointed towards a neatly organized set of shelves at the left side of the room. “Your shift starts in thirty minutes so you should have enough time to choose a costume and get changed.”

You thanked him for the quick tour of the place and made your way to the clothes. “Oh, Yugyeom-nim-” “You can just call me Yugyeom, Ruby.” “Yugyeom ssi, is there a theme I should follow?”

The manager glanced around the room in thought and then looked you in the eyes. “I want them to cum in their pants the second they lay their eyes on you,” he deadpanned. You laughed, shaking your head and waved him away.

He moved to open the door, “Make me proud tonight Ruby.” With that he left the room.

You sighed as you grabbed a few items and went into one of the changing rooms. The small room had mirrors on all three walls which made it easy to get a full view of your body. After struggling with the thigh high socks and screwing up your make-up three times, you finally looked at yourself. Damn, if this doesn’t do the job then I might as well go home.

You had chosen to go with an innocent, white angel look and it wasn’t even half bad. The lingerie fitted you perfectly and the heels, even though highly uncomfortable, really pushed the picture of purity you were looking for.

Looking at the clock you saw that you only had five minutes left. You grabbed a pill from your make-up bag and put it in the small pocket of your robe. With one final glance in the mirror you let your mind fall into your character and walked out of the room.

The red ruby on your neck seemed to shine as it reflected the lights from the stage. Your red lips moved into a charming smile when you spotted your target sitting in a private booth.

Let’s get this mission accomplished.

Resisting the urge to yawn Jimin forced himself to look around. He couldn’t see much because of the curtains but he could still make out the bar. Yes, that’s exactly what he needed to get through this dull meeting.

Alcohol.

He tapped Yoongi on the shoulder and leaned towards his ear. “Hey, I’m going to get a drink, do you want anything?” Yoongi kissed him on the cheek. “You know what I want dollface.”

Nodding, Jimin got out of the booth and walked to the bar where you were standing with Jackson.

“Ruby, I’m serious. Just one date, please?” Jackson pouted at you. Laughing softly you shook your head at him. “The answer always has been and will forever be no Jackson.”

“Pretty, pretty, pretty please?” He whined. “Why would you even want to go on a date with me? You’ve got like half of the female population after your ass,” you said as you pointed towards some girls ogling at him from the end of the bar. He looked at you with puppy eyes.

“But you’re the only one I want to actually capture it. I mean look at you,” his demeanor changed as his eyes roamed over your body from head to toe. “Who wouldn’t want you chasing their behind?”

You grabbed your tray from the counter to hit him with, only to be interrupted by a giggle from your right.

“I mean he’s kind of right. You look gorgeous.” A voice said as you turned around.

Wow.

The guy in front of you could only be described as an ethereal being. He looked like one of those Greek gods from the paintings that your teacher always wanted you to analyze. A Korean Greek god? Maybe even a goddess considering the way he was dressed.

“Thank you but I look rather bland in comparison to you.” You nodded towards his dress and he smiled brightly. “It looks really pretty on you and does amazing things for your thighs.” You emphasized. He looked down and flexed his muscle making you both giggle.

“Yes, yes, you’re both extremely hot but Rubyyyy,” Jackson continued to whine, “you still haven’t answered my question.” Rolling your eyes you turned back around. “No Jackson. There ya have it. A simple, direct no.” He began pouting again.

“How many more times are you going to ask me out?” You asked as you put the tray back on the counter. “As many times as it takes for you to say yes.” He smiled sweetly. “Eugh, I’m done with you. Serve some drinks so I can do my job.” “I thought your job was to shake what your momma gave ya and make it rain.” You glared at him but before you could do any serious damage to his body a hand got placed on the counter.

“I’d actually like to order a few drinks for table P3.” You looked at Jimin from the corner of your eye and thanked him silently with a smile. “Sure thing hotstuff, which beverages do you desire?” Scoffing at the nickname Jimin ordered a few drinks. He winked at you before he walked away, swaying to the beat of the music.

“Now THAT is an ass worth chasing Jackson.” You smirked teasingly. He watched your eyes follow Jimin to his booth. “I wouldn’t try that if I were you, no one can touch the gem of Bangtan.” Your head snapped to him and he laughed at your expression. “Come again? Bangtan is sitting there?” He nodded his head. “I think even King D is present, something about making appearances.”

This mission just got a whole lot more complicated.

“Take this to them will ya?” Jackson asked as he placed the ordered drinks on your tray. You took a few deep breaths to steady yourself before grabbing the tray and walking towards what could be your final job.

“... and that’s why I think either the dosage needs to become higher or the price needs to go lower.” Yoongi just catched the end of Jaehyun’s speech. Maybe he should’ve payed more attention to it but it didn’t matter anyway, the things he was asking for were just ridiculous.

“Listen, Jung, I respect you coming here and actually asking for those kind of changes in person.” The dealer’s face lit up and he saw that his chest puffed out a little in pride. “However,” Yoongi looked him in the eyes and saw Jaehyun’s posture crumble from his cold stare, “upping the dosages of my drugs? Lowering the prices? You’ve got to have some serious balls to even think of such absurd ideas.”

He was really regretting coming here and wasting a perfectly good evening on this bullshit.

So when he saw Taehyung opening the curtains he kind of hoped someone had called him in for an emergency. Sadly, that wasn’t the truth. “Boss, your drinks are here.” He signaled to let them in. A squeal was heard from beside him and he looked at Jimin with confusion written all over his face. He knew he loved alcohol but was it truly worth all that noise?

“Ruby!” He half-shouted in his excitement. You looked up at the call of your name and smiled at Jimin when you saw him making grabby hands for the Raspberry Cosmopolitan in your hand. He thanked you when you handed the sweet drink to him. “Your an actual angel, darling.” He said gratefully after taking a generous sip.

“I’ve got a Gin Negroni,” Namjoon put his hand up and you placed the drink in front of him, “and a Black Russian.” You glanced at Yoongi and saw him roam his eyes over your body. After placing the drink on the table you stood back up. You could still feel his eyes on you as you turned to walk away.

“What? No drink for me sweet cheeks?” Jaehyun asked as he pulled at the strings of your robe, making it fall open. You heard a barely contained scuff from Jimin. “I’m sorry baby but this was all that was ordered,” you said with a sugary sweet voice. He pouted at you.

“Could you at least keep me some company then? Cause I’m still quite thirsty and you look like a fine, tall glass of water.”

Oh honey, no.

You tried not to feel disgusted with yourself as you forced a giggle out of your mouth. “Well, if you insist.”

Yoongi watched as you put down your tray and sat sideways on the dealer’s lap who looked like a kid on Christmas morning. You laid your left arm around his shoulders and started tracing figures on his chest with your right hand.

“What’s your name pretty?” Jaehyun asked breathlessly as you moved around trying to find a comfortable spot in his lap, putting pressure on his groin. “They call me Ruby,” you purred in his ear, “what do you go by, hmm, daddy?” He tightened his hold on your thigh and smirked. “It’s Jung Jaehyun, baby, but you can call me anything you want in that outfit of yours.”

What about an extremely repulsive asshole?

Instead of voicing your thoughts you just giggled again and fluttered your eyelashes at him. “I think I’ll keep calling you daddy then.” You moved to straddle his lap but were interrupted by a cough.

“Jung, do you want to keep talking or are you gonna keep wasting my time?” Yoongi said, grabbing his drink and sipping it slowly. Jimin was already done with his Cosmopolitan and just started eyeing the flower design on your lingerie. Namjoon was on his phone, probably looking for other meetings or events where he needed to be present. Taehyung still stood outside the curtains, hands behind his back.

Yoongi had other ideas for where he could place them but he was still sitting on this stupid couch, talking to someone who clearly wasn’t interested in selling his ideas anymore.

God, what a fucking merry dance.

His annoyed tone seemed to grab Jaehyun’s attention though and the dealer quickly pulled your arm from his neck, shooting you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry baby but I’ve gotta do some business.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. This guy really thought he was a big deal, didn’t he?

“Really?” You asked with pouting lips. Jaehyun nodded and padded your ass to get you off his lap. You stood up and slipped your hands in your robe. “Let me give you one of my goodbye kisses then, daddy.” He grinned and pulled you back by your wrist. “I would gladly receive one of those angel.” You giggled and grabbed his face in your hands.

You started with little kisses on his throat, slipping the pill out of your left hand and right into your mouth. Then you kissed him passionately and invaded his mouth with your tongue when he groaned.

The pill on your tongue was easily delivered in the back of the target’s throat. You prolonged the kiss to keep him distracted before finally pulling away. It all happened in a matter of seconds. Jaehyun swallowed when your lips moved from his. You smiled sweetly at him and stood up from his lap, gathering the empty glasses on your tray.

Yoongi catched your eye and you saw the lust floating around behind them. You turned your back to him and walked towards the curtains, giving your target one last sultry glance. He was still watching you with rapt attention. Taehyung opened the curtains for you and you laughed softly as you stept out of their booth.

Enjoy the ride, boys.

“So, where were we gentleman?” Jaehyun asked as he not-so-subtly tried to rearrange his pants. “I was about to send you home with a broken finger, rib or toe. Your choice.” Yoongi said as he sipped the last of his Black Russian, not looking bothered by his statement at all.

The dealer on the other hand choked on air and dropped to his knees immediately. “I’m so sorry if I offended you sir. Please accept my deepest apologies. I was a fool to ask for such idiotic changes.” He rushed to say while bowing with his head on the ground. A laugh escaped Yoongi as he stood up, only to crouch down in front of the guy. “You see Jung, the changes aren’t really the issue here. Sure, it was still stupid to even ask but I won’t let Jimin dismantle your bones for that.”

He looked back at the mentioned assassin and was met with a wicked smile.

“The problem is the fact that you let a woman interrupt your business deal like that. I don’t think Taeyong will be very happy with that when he finds out. You also disregarded my warning when I asked you to stop wasting my time.” He stood back up with a groan. “Instead of sending her away, like I expected you to do, you gave her a ‘goodbye kiss’. Quite a show if I may add, but that doesn’t change the fact that you did it in front of me. In front of my crew. A crew that has better things to do than watch you french an escort.”

“Hey, don’t call Ruby an escort,” Jimin complained softly from behind him. “She’s really sweet.” Yoongi turned around and gave him an unimpressed look. “You really want to argue about that right now dollface?” Jimin huffed and crossed his arms but said nothing. “Thought so.”

“Euhm, boss?” Namjoon asked, concern clear in his voice. “What?” Yoongi said as he turned back around to the dealer still on the floor. “Oh, that’s not good.”

Jaehyun lay sprawled out in a small puddle of blood and… Is that foam? Yoongi took a step closer to see where the substance was coming from. He didn’t find any marks on the body but when the dealer started choking his attention went to his mouth and that’s when he saw it.

A mixture of blood, spit and foam was slowly making its way onto the ground. “Any idea why this is happening Namjoon?” He asked while stepping back to join Jimin who was now standing near the curtains. “No, he just started bleeding from his mouth I guess.” “You guess? Are you serious?” Namjoon glared at him. “He had his head on the ground the entire time, what do you expect from me? Being able to look through his skull to see what’s happening?”

“Taehyung, get in here,” Yoongi called. The captain quickly made his way inside. His eyes looked around the room before landing on the dying man in front of him. “Planned, accident or not involved?” Was the only thing he asked as he looked at Yoongi. “Not involved so the only option is that escort Ruby. Shutdown the whole club. I don’t want anyone going in or out until we have her in our possession.”

Taehyung nodded and went back outside while conversing with someone through his earpiece.

Yoongi let out a heavy sigh. “This night just keeps on being really fucking annoying.” Jimin looked at him with sympathetic eyes. “It will be alright baby. We’ll be in bed before you know it.” “I hope you’re ready to say goodbye to your sweet Ruby.” He said. “Honestly if she did it I don’t even hold it against her,” Jimin shrugged. “That guy was just disrespectful and nasty.” He stuck his tongue out making Yoongi laugh.

“True, but I don’t like the fact that she did it so close to us. What if she plans to do something to one of us in the future? I’d rather not die while foaming from the mouth.” He grabbed Jimin’s hand and made his way out of the booth. Namjoon took the bag out from under the table and followed after them.

They all halted their steps when Taehyung’s voice made itself present in their ears.

“Got her.”

This night was far from over.

Exiting the booth you focused on maintaining a normal walking pace. You placed the tray with empty glasses on the counter and waved your hand at Jackson. “Hey, I’m going to reapply my makeup for a second.” He nodded at you. “Sure thing.”

After slamming the door of the dressing room behind you and leaning against it, you finally felt like you could breathe.

Okay, y/n, calm down.

You took a deep breath and started to change into your black outfit. It was still classy enough to not stand out in the club crowd but since it was completely black you could easily disappear in the dead of night.

Looking around the room you spotted an empty trashcan. You grabbed your angel outfit and threw it in there with the content of one of the many perfume bottles on the dresser. Lighting up a few matches you tossed them in one by one, watching as the fire consumed the white lace.

Bye-bye, sweet angel.

When you opened the door you were met with chaos. Turns out that little drug Lisa sold you worked faster than you thought. You quickly made your way towards the emergency exit, vanishing from sight between panicked clubgoers. With one foot outside of the door your mind already started celebrating pulling off another mission unnoticed.

Since your mind was elsewhere occupied, it didn’t give out alarm signals for the figure watching you from the shadows.

You were just a few meters away from the club when you were harshly pulled into an alley. Out of reflex your legs instantly kicked out at whoever was trying to get you off of the street. You heard a groan coming from your attacker and tried to turn around but the hold they had on you was too tight.

Suddenly you felt an enormous pain in your stomach which made you double over. “Motherfucker.” You coughed as you tried to regain balance. Your attacker didn’t give you a chance though as they punched your jaw hard, making your vision go black. The last thing you heard was a low, honeyed voice.

“Got her.”

...

When you woke up all you could see was…

Nothing.

You couldn’t see shit. Everything was dark. Black. Unlit. You tried moving your hands but were met with resistance. The same happened when you struggled to separate your feet. Wiggling your body was all you could do so you tried to move around a bit.

Out of nowhere you were swerved to the right. The sudden movement made your body hurl itself against the side of something hard.

Great, they threw me in the trunk.

So wiggling like a fish was of no use and trying to figure out where you were, was also useless since you didn’t know how long you were out for. What you did know, was that you were attacked in an alley back at Downtown, got knocked out and thrown in the trunk of a car driven by some lunatic.

Seriously, who swerves this fucking much?

As you closed your eyes again, you could only hope that your kidnappers would soon arrive at their location.

“Tell me why we let Joonie drive again?” Jimin asked as he fell on Yoongi for the tenth time. “Because while Tae was busy putting Ruby in the trunk and you and I were talking to Jackson, he decided to get in the driver’s seat,” Yoongi said. “Like the genius he is,” he added, sarcasm filling every word.

“Oh shut up,” Namjoon hissed, “it’s not that bad.” Taehyung laughed loudly. “You almost make me pity the poor woman. I hope for her that she’s still knocked out.”

Jimin squeezed Yoongi’s hand, making him look his way. “Do you really think she did it?” He asked seriously. “Afraid so, love. You saw the footage. I don’t know how she did it, but I think we’ll find out tonight.” Jimin nodded and started drawing patterns on his hand.

“I’m sorry, dollface. I thought this would be a calm night.” Yoongi said as he kissed Jimin’s cheek. “It’s okay, we can go back to the club another time. Let’s just say you owe me a peaceful night.” He shrugged. Yoongi smirked at him. “I don’t think any night with you would be described as peaceful.”

Jimin giggled and pulled his face towards him to place a sweet peck on his lips. It turned into a passionate kiss quickly, making both of them smile.

“I’d hate to interrupt you two, but we’ve got a woman to interrogate.” Namjoon said as he drove into the garage of the gang’s mansion.

“Let’s get this night over with boys.”

The second time you opened your eyes the light situation hadn’t changed. Your limbs were still tied together but this time you weren’t rolling around in the back of a car. This time you were sitting up on an uncomfortable, solid chair.

Your ears picked up a few voices speaking in Korean, voices that you recognized.

“If she doesn’t wake up in the next minute I’m emptying this bottle over her head.”

“Agust, no, what did that champagne ever do to you?”

“We’ve got enough of these in our stock, dollface, I will just grab another one for you.”

Bangtan. Your kidnappers were Bangtan.

You can work with that y/n.

You coughed and the voices immediately stopped talking.

Yoongi turned around with the champagne bottle still in his hand. The girl, Ruby, was tied to a chair in front of him. He couldn’t see her eyes because of the blindfold, but her head was aimed straight towards him.

“Did y’all disappear or something? Thought I was about to be showered with expensive champagne.”

“Do you know who you’re talking to Ruby?” He asked, trying to keep his tone cold and low.

She tilted her head. “Not really. Don’t know if you’ve noticed but my eyesight is kind of blocked at the moment.”

Jimin giggled softly and quickly covered his mouth when Yoongi glared at him. “Sorry, sorry,” he whispered with a smile.

Yoongi signaled to Taehyung to remove the blindfold. He yanked it off her head and threw it to the side before standing next to her chair. Her eyes went to him first and then focused on the couple in front of her.

He saw her eyes widen as they found Jimin’s. “Oh, hi, I remember you cutie.” She smiled at him and Jimin…

Jimin blushed. He fucking blushed from a nickname of one of their captives.

“That must make you, euhmm, King D?” She asked him.

He looked at her again. “Yes.”

She laughed, making Yoongi even more confused than he already was.

“King D. What does that stand for, King Dickface? King Dipshit? King Deficiente?” She completely cracked up at this point.

Yoongi grabbed her jaw and squeezed it tightly until she stopped laughing. “What’s about to happen to you is not very funny, Ruby, so I’d try to keep my mouth shut if I were you,” he said. Ruby yanked her head out of his grip and looked at him. “Fine, I won’t laugh but let me just say that you should really change your name.”

“I don’t think I will, seeing as it’s feared all around the world,” he stated. There was a tiny bit of pride noticeable in his voice. He worked hard to get to the point where just his name made people crumble. Yoongi often wondered if the sacrifices he made were all worth it but those thoughts would only lead him on a path of doubts he’d rather not walk. Usually he got sidetracked by alcohol or sex before he could get stuck in the vicious circle of what if’s.

“Feared by the entire world? Was that really what you wanted to be when you were a child?” She asked him with a sudden note of seriousness in her tone. He looked away as he thought about it. “If I wanted to talk about my childhood I would’ve snatched a therapist and not an escort.”

Ruby scoffed at that. “Escort? If you wanted to have sex you could’ve just asked.”

“Yeah? Like how that dead guy asked for a goodbye kiss? I don’t think he knew how literal you would take it,” Yoongi said.

He watched her patiently, waiting for a reaction that would show she was guilty and indeed killed Jung Jaehyun.

For awhile she just looked at him. Studying him as he studied her.

“He asked for a goodbye kiss and I gave him one,” she eventually said. “I don’t understand what that has to do with you kidnapping me and since it’s getting quite late I would like to know what you want from me.”

“Let’s start with your name,” Yoongi said. This could become interesting, he thought as he sat down besides Jimin on the couch opposite of the girl.

“Ruby.”

“No, I don’t believe that’s your name. Well, it’s your stage name or whatever it is called that you escorts use. I want to know your real name.”

“Ruby,” she answered again.

“It’s gonna be like that, huh?” Yoongi asked. The girl stayed still and blinked at him with uninterested eyes, clearly not anticipating his next move. He nodded his head towards Taehyung, who slowly took out his gun and pointed it at her head. She turned her head towards Taehyung and winked at him.

“Colt Python, lovely choice.”

Taehyung stayed silent and just stared at her.

“No? Nothing? You don’t really talk much. A bit rude to ignore the person you punched in the gut but you do you, I guess.” She shrugged and turned her head back to Yoongi.

Jimin was still watching her from the couch, listening to the conversation. He saved all the information she gave away in his head. So far he didn’t have much but she had to be part of some type of gang. She knew who they were, had obvious knowledge of weapons and was definitely trained in some type of martial arts if the way Taehyung had been limping was anything to go by.

“So, King Douche, I don’t think I’m here to have a cup of tea with you and discuss this weeks latest gossip. Could you get on with it and tell me how I offended the man who is feared around the world?” She asked with her words full of sarcasm.

Yoongi decided to take another route. Just being in their presence didn’t seem to be effective but threatening one's life always did the trick.

"I could kill you right now, you know? So I'd watch that pretty mouth of yours sweetheart."

"Kay? The ability to kill me is nothing impressive and it's also not the best threat, you wanna know why, handsome?"

She fluttered her eyelashes at him and tilted her head slightly to the right, becoming the perfect picture of innocence. God, the things Yoongi could do to destroy that he thought as he scoffed loudly.

"Yes, I would love to know how this does not look like a threat to you," he said, smiling to himself as Taehyung placed the barrel of his gun against her temple.

"It's cause my neighbors could kill me if they wanted to, the cute bartender from Downtown could too, hell even I could kill myself. Believe it or not I tried to, but as you can see my attempts have been rather futile."

She stared him right in the eyes and Yoongi felt himself get lost in those green pools of every emotion but the one he expected. He saw no fear, distress, surprise or even anger. Not even disgust. No, it was hard to get an idea of what was going on behind the windows to her soul. Did she even have one? Because having a soul meant having a mind, a mind that's supposed to be able to think rationally. A mind that's supposed to be giving signals to her body that she is in danger right now.

Still, all he saw was mischief, courage, calmness, even boredom. Boredom of all things. The girl had a fucking gun to her head, was tied down to a chair with nowhere to go and she had the audacity to look bored.

She took him out of his thoughts when he started seeing her mouth move again, tongue rolling around to create syllables to words no one had ever dared to speak to him.

"Killing doesn't make you powerful because anyone can do it. Even a little kid could take a knife in their hands and push it somewhere in to your body. It's the ones that survive that knife you need to watch out for. As the brilliant Kelly Clarkson once said: 'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger'."

"I don't think you got the point though, sweetheart. All the power in this room right now belongs to me. I-"

"No, it doesn't and no, I most certainly did get the point. I know that you call the shots here but that's exactly it. After you let blondie over here shoot me, I go on my merry way to meet dear old Luci. So my mind won't be here anymore but I still hold the power over your next decision."

Taehyung scoffed when he heard the nickname and flicked his hair, this only provoked a giggle out of the girl. He was getting annoyed, no scratch that, he was annoyed and was starting to get angry. He brought his finger closer to the trigger. God, did he want her to stop talking and smiling like she wasn't about to be bleeding out on this floor.

Yoongi on the other hand only got more intrigued. The way the girl spoke freely to him was new and unfamiliar. Only his inner circle could talk to him like that and even then he usually got irritated by it. This girl right here, who still hadn't told him her fucking name, was a mystery to him and Yoongi didn't like mysteries. He wasn't here to play clues but still he sat there, on his velvet seat, trying to figure out the impeccable woman in front of him.

"Why do you think you have any power over any decision I make, huh?" He wasn't any closer to getting information from her and it started to get at him. The night had been tiring enough and his patience was running extremely thin at this point.

"Cause when I'm here, bleeding out on this floor, you're going to have to decide what to do with my body. Within the first hour you will need to think about it. Even if you don't acknowledge it with words and just a head nod to Jung Hoseok over there. It's still gonna be me you're thinking about."

As her little speech came to an end everyone gaped at her. Then she suddenly felt a gust of wind in front of her. She started breathing through her nose as soon as she felt fingers tightening around her throat.

"Tell me how you know that name," Yoongi demanded in a cold and deadly voice that usually had everyone scrambling to their knees to do everything he pleases. But not the girl in front of him, no, she looked him straight in the eye and smirked.

"Marco Polo, bitch."

#bts #bts gang au #bts x reader #bts x bts #fanfic #fiction #mafia #yoongi x reader

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the-science-of-stories · 4 years

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A Beautiful Day.

Demi’s back! But she hasn’t heard from Trona in awhile...

“Oof! Huh, that didn’t take too long. Thanks for the ride mister!”

A small but boisterous female voice expressed its gratitude to a burly man steering a stationary horse-drawn wagon. He gave a tip of his sun hat with a hand holding two gold coins in his large palm before spurring the horses back into motion.

As the wagon pulled away there appeared a waving small figure. A short, female Halfling with tan skin, chestnut hair and a wardrobe of browns, yellows and greens. She kicked up one heel, turning around on the other before stamping it on the ground and placing her fists on her hips with a haughty ‘Hmph!’ through a tight smile.

She was back in Waterdeep!

Finally she got to get back to adventuring. Finally she could tie her hair back up again. Her parents probably wouldn’t like it, but who cares? She did! Almost made her feel older, and maybe... Just a little taller.

But either way it was going back up because she was back! And she had adult responsibilities again.

And she wouldn’t have to wait long as a heavy, gruff voice called across the street from the other side of the gate. “DEH-MEH!”

It was more yell than voice, but she knew exactly who it belonged to. Turning around she immediately spotted a rag-tag group of individuals with the fuzzy culprit towering over the others.

A bugbear was waving his heavy palm.

In front of him stood an armored knight carrying a flail with a kite-shield and patterns of green painted over his armor and standard. He rolled his shoulder to adjust one of his pauldrons when he looked up and caught eye of his party mate.

By his shin a male halfling with grey clothes and a disinterested look, impatiently clicking a very expensive looking pen. When he looked up an almost mischievous smile spread onto his face.

Behind the bugbear on an already commandeered and loaded cart sat a beautiful elvish woman with silver hair kicking her feet back and forth in the air.A sight that might’ve been a little less unsettling if not for the spire she had on the back of her hand she was staring at with a casual smile.

Demi excitedly waved as she ran a few feet in their direction before taking a few rapid looks around. Immediately she was aware of one silhouette missing. There was no long beak of a plague doctor mask sticking out anywhere.

The halfling cupped her hands around her mouth before leaning forward a bit to try and carry her voice to the others, “Have you guys seen Trona yet!?”

“Not anywhere, was supposed to meet us an hour ago! Much longer we’re gonna be late!” Ferrum, the knight, called back.

“I said we should just leave her!” Haelgrukk, the bugbear rumbled like thunder across the clearing, clearly displeased.

Garster, the sketchy looking halfling just raised his hands in a shrug along with a few rapid shakes of his head while Val, the elvish woman, was still clearly preoccupied with her spider.

“Hrm...” Demi whined, slightly in pondering but mostly in disappointment it was gonna be longer before they could leave.

“Have you checked her shop yet!?” Ferrum called again, earning equally surprised stares from all sides of his party.

“She has a shop now!?” Demi called back.

“Why didn’t you tell us that!?” Garster demanded, kicking his armored shin with about as much success as one would expect.

“... Because it wasn’t relevant until now?” Ferrum answered, not doing very well to appease the frustrated stares, “Hey I was getting the cart!”

Demi rubbed a hand over her face with a heavy sigh, turning on her heel again as she took off down the street, “I’ll go find her, just gimme a minute!”

“Two blocks down, you can’t miss it! Looks exactly like what you think it does!” Ferrum called back before the distant sound of metal clanking together. Hale likely lost his patience and got mitts hands on him. It was a small wave of relief Demi didn’t have to see, or really hear, any of what was coming next.

Before long she found a building that stood out to her from the others just by the newer, fresher wood and stone to build the structure. She didn’t know much about architecture, but she could always tell when forest material was fresh.

It was a rounded building with windows embedded into stone piling that gave way to long stretches of wood. Behind the glass she saw hanging, drying herbs and the glint of a few colorful potions in the reflecting sun rays.

She could definitely smell it was her place, if anything. The combination of burning chemicals and fragrant herbs was an odor no one ever agreed on if they loved it or hated it.

But that didn’t make her hesitate to push the door open with a high jingle of a welcome bell.

Before she almost choked on a wave of dust.

The halfling stumbled into the room with a few light coughs, waving her hands in her face as she was startled by just how thick the air was. The sunshine and twinge of the salty air from the Sea of Swords gave way to a pungent odor of something like lavender crossed with sulfur.

When Demi wiped her eyes she got her first look at the shop. Shelves and notes lining the walls around a desk on the far side of the room. A bed nestled under a window to her left and a staircase cascading over a small kitchen up to a loft.

A figure turned around with a start at the desk across the room. A head whipping around with the flourish of a very long, white ponytail. Looking back at her were foggy, baggy eyes of a pale-complexioned woman. It was almost impossible to make out the alchemist against the curtain of smoke that immediately dissipated as she took a couple steps to turn fully around.

“Demi? You’re back already?” She asked in a faintly accented voice.

Demi coughed, giving her chest a couple pats as she stood up to full height again, “Yeah! *Cough* It’s me, Trona! Didn’t think I’d be back so soon, either, but couldn’t be happier I am. Eugh, it’s hard to breathe in here. What are you making, some kind of new poison for Garster?”

Trona blinked, sheepishly looking at a mug and saucer in her hands then back up at the ranger again.

“Tea.”

“Tea-!?” Demi started to question, shaking her head in dismissal of the topic, “Nevermind, we gotta get going! Everyone’s waiting for us!”

“Waiting for-” Trona had barely enough time to set down her tea and flip up her hood before Demi scampered forward and took one of her hands.

“Yeah! Waiting! The party got us a job for us,” She explained as she pulled Trona along towards the door who leaned with almost both of her arms at full length reaching for her plague doctor mask and satchel off the bed, “So we gotta get going!”

Trona scrambled to adjust her mask as they burst out into the morning air. She almost lost her footing underneath her as the sun bore down on her. What she didn’t have time, or the courage, to tell Demi was she hadn’t left her shop in a couple of days. Her time sank into a black hole trying to synthesize a tea using nightshades with minimal success.

The aggressive light and almost thin air made her lose her breath for a second, but she kept jogging at the behest of the halfling pulling her along.

“I’m not waiting any longer for an adventure, we got things to do! Besides, it’s a beautiful day!” Demi exclaimed, clearly the excitement of returning starting to stoke her halfling spirit.

It made Trona look at her feet, watching as almost grey ground gave way to spills of color. Her eyes adjusted to see sprouting flowers in the cobblestone path. The complimentary shades of Demi’s wardrobe and the glow of her smile over her shoulder. Ringing in her ears giving way to melody as birds chirped, just returned from their first fly of the day. The smell of the billowing bread oven of the bakery just up the road with windows thrown open to circulate the breeze. Yes, even the colorful language spouting from Hale’s mouth at Ferrum as they got closer to the rendezvous point.

You’re right-” Trona breathed to herself, not quite audible to Demi,

“It is beautiful, isn’t it?”

#Character Musing #Character Writing #Trona #Trona Quicksilver #Trona's Party #Demi #Demi Pinelight #Garster #Val #Haelgrukk #Ferrum #Goisfrid 'Ferrum' Johannes #DnD #D&D #Dungeons and Dragons #Campaign: The D00dle DnD

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mathes0n · 5 years

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you know what im going to say it

I didn’t love how Aradia was treated in the epilogues

Now, don’t get me wrong. They’re such minor issues, especially when you compare them to the epilogues as a total. In fact, I heavily debated even bringing these points up. I feared that it would come across as me simply being unsatisfied with anything Aradia-related that Homestuck would give me at this point, when in reality I actually enjoyed the Aradia scenes more than any other parts of the epilogues! Granted it was because Aradia was mostly written in character, and her scenes and involvement were relatively harmless, but I enjoyed her parts. Especially when I considered what it must feel like to be a Dirk or Jane fan in these times, I couldn’t help but be grateful for what I got.

Regardless, I’ve got some minor issues and I’m gonna share em

I didn’t like Aradia getting dragged around. An aspect of Aradia’s arc goes as follows: Aradia refuses to submit to Vriska, and as a result gets killed. As a ghost, Aradia submits to the will of the ghosts telling her what to do. Equius tries to program it so when she enters the robot body, she submits and fall in love with him. Aradia is forced to submit to the game of sburb. It isn’t until Aradia comes back to life that she finally can live for herself again. Now, Aradia can be the passive pacifist that she always wanted to be, and no longer be forced to the wills of anyone else. A huge part of her arc was getting her agency back; not to mention, the parallels of her ancestor being forced against her will to work for Lord English.

In the Candy epilogue, she’s literally stated to be Alt!Calliope’s “servant”. Through all of the epilogues, she lacks agency and mostly listens to other people and... it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. SPEAKING OF WHICH;

I didn’t like the whole funeral scene. It’s been awhile since I read homestuck, and I’m really not about to reread scenes from it right now, but from what I remember, the whole “corpse party” thing was a big misunderstanding. Aradia came from a culture where the dead (like her) weren’t cared for at all, whereas human culture has a whole celebration for the dead (aka a funeral). Aradia wants to engage in this human norm to honor her dead friends; however, everyone interprets this as creepy, while Aradia expresses that she genuinely wasn’t trying to be. It’s a scene thats often misinterpreted by the fanon, which is how the “Aradia is creepy and loves people to be dead” thing got started

So like... the funeral scene just having Aradia burst in like “hi im creepy and love people to be dead” just. Eugh. Bad taste. I’m willing to believe that maybe Aradia’s curiosity over the dead body was because she could tell something was up with it, but the dialogue doesn’t really support that

also her and jake were finally in the same room after all this time and THEY DIDN’T INTERACT :(

Like Ive said, these are such minor complaints in the grand scheme of things. You could argue “well everyone was OOC”, which is true, and “oh everyone was ooc on purpose the epilogues were supposed to suck ass” but i rlly dont care about those types of arguments.

The point of this post is that Aradia is the one character in media that matters the most to me and I didn’t like how the epilogues handled her character very much :( If the epilogue were better written and Aradia’s scenes were the same, then I’d have a much bigger issue, but as it stands, I’m just happy that Aradia was mostly a passive observer to all of the bullshit in these shitty epilogues. I guess at the end of the day, that’s all I could’ve asked for

if youve read this far then tysm!!! sorry if its not entirely coherent, its 3 in the morning and ive had a fairly busy week + a huge con im selling art at this weekend. im a busy baby

#homestuck epilogues #homestuck -#aradia megido #idk..... i just want her to be treated like the queen she is

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ladytrollfishes · 5 years

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Inktober- Silence

hush i know its january. I just abandoned this for three months no big.

Cresce Aubade | Arkady | 7 sweeps 15 years | 1580 words

It's not that you don't like the cold. You've always loved Arkady for it. Summers were over quick, and sky was almost always held the promise of snow. There was nothing quite like standing still and letting the cold stillness after a snow storm sink seep slowly through your skin. It's not something you do often- your friends just don't get why you'd want to be cold but there was just something thrilling about it that you'd never put your finger on.

The mediculler's office is cold. You don't shiver when a breeze passes through, not when it passes by on the bare skin of your feet, not when it trifles with the hem of your surgery gown, and not when it stirs up the back of your neck. It's sterile, painted a plain white with a green border running at the top of the room. White is an excellent color to keep something you need to bleach often anyway. Mediculler Ricket presses a cold wipe into your hand, and gestures for you to use it on your face.

"Take it all off, dearie," she murmurs. "It's an infection risk there, when you're getting implants so close to your face." You've seen Mediculler Ricket before. She's a dumpy cerulean, with capable, soft hands, and enough nullification to shove out a lot of the mind dipping that comes with working in Torrent. It's not enough for you. You hear her clear as a bell- well. If a bell sounded like a disinterested tuba player who didn't care enough about the song to stay on pitch. She sounds like she'd be more interested in a bowl of oatmeal.

You smile a thin razor smile back at her as you take the wipe and start swiping off your make up. You had made extra sure to put on extra lipstick today and it was all coming off in black smears on the little wipe.

“Besides the nullification module and the download jack,” Professor Timbor says. “you’ll also be receiving wetware that allows you to adjust the volume of, and record what you’re hearing.” Professor Timbor, your personal mentor who took a keen interest in your progress and your ability to parse emotions into meaning. You took pride in the interested clatter of bells every time you showed them your work. You like it less to hear it now. "This operation should allow you some more control over what you hear and what you don't- I know that bothers you sometimes.”

Sure, you knew this day was coming. Sure, all the adult Torrents had something or other. You’d all laughed the first time Kokoro had choked on his tongue after trying to voodoo Professor Symphy to get you all out of the day’s homework. But it was definitely different looking it in the face. It was a rite of passage. You did it, and it was over. You had even looked forward to what you'd be getting. Hearing everyone could get so tiring!

“It does,” you say, gesturing to your head and bite your tongue on how you'd take it over being there right then. You take a breath and to your irritation, it comes out shaky. You smile brightly.

“It’s perfectly normal to have nerves about an operation like this,” Mediculler Ricket says, smiling. You wonder what's going on in her head. Her tune hasn't changed at all. “But don’t worry. You won’t feel a single thing. We’ll put you and when you wake up again, all you have to worry about is recovering.”

“And you’re indigo,” Timbor says. “You’ll have a much better time with the surgery than the Scimitar recruits. Heavens. Can you imagine?”

They chuckle, with just an edge of actual mirth, that makes you want to stab them just a little. You smile along.

“Are you ready for this?”

You pull the last smear of make up off your face and look up at them, barefaced.

"Yes," you say and you nod.

You're not. When you give Ricket the wipe back, you’re sure to leave a smear of lipstick on her hand. It's petty, but you don't care. It's not like she does. She wipes her hand and moves on like she doesn't even notice.

"Lie back now," she says and places a mask over your face. "Just count backwards."

You wonder what you sound like, as you comply.

"Ten."

You're the only person you've never been able to hear.

"Nine."

That tight knot in your belly, that was an emotion, wasn't it?

"Eight."

What would that be?

"Sev...en..."

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You wake up face down in slime with an enormous headache. It's not your own recuperacoon- there's a ridge in it that keeps the back half of your head from being submerged.

"Eugh," you say, grimacing as you push yourself up from the reclining position.

It's a different room than the one you first went under in, if only because you're in a recuperacoon instead of lying on the platform you had been wheeled in on. Same white and green, same cabinets.

You're still in the surgery gown. The slime sticks to your hands but you scrape it off on the lip of the recuperacoon until it's mostly clean. You place your fingers, starting at your temple and let them wander backwards. Your bangs are soaked in slime, but most of your hair is still pulled into a ponytail. Behind your ear though, your fingers slip from the fine texture of hair to smooth skin. They shaved your head, just under it, like a bad undercut. A pad of gauze is taped behind both your ears. That's not _too_ bad. You'd have to wear your hair down for awhile, maybe wear it short for a bit when it grows out some more to keep things even, but worst things have happened.

Pashei had to wear a veil for a perigee, after the implants in his cheeks had swollen up and Frenom had shaved her head entirely bald because she had come out with two stripes shaved around her horns

"Don't touch it too much," a voice says behind you and you jump. You turn your head sharply and immediately regret it, your hands flying to the back of your head.

Professor Timbor chuckles softly as they get up from a seat from the other corner of the room. Had they just been watching this whole time? You glance up at them, shocked. No one ever surprises you. You always hear them coming.

"Sorry," they say. "I've never surprised you before."

Everything is.... silent. Professor Timbor smiles down at you, but there's no bells, there's no horns, no strings, or brass, or drums. Are you just supposed to trust what their face and mouth are saying? Is this what people do on the regular???

"I- I... I can't hear anything?" you stammer out. You never stutter! You clutch your ears. "What's going on?"

"Calm down," Timbor says, their voice warm and syrupy as they crouch down to eye level with your recuperacoon. There's nothing else to judge them on.

"I am calm," you snap, scrambling up on the ridge you had been leaning up against. "Don't patronize me." There's nothing to _hear_ even though you should be hearing more. It's much much more disorienting than you expected. To have someone in front of you, you just couldn't hear? It was like an alien, or a ghost or something. This was wrong, bone deep and radiating from the inside out.

"Then listen," they insist. "We just turned down the volume all the way. You have the capacity to turn it back up. You have the wetware for it now."

You stop moving, your arms trembling. You blink, twice. Your eyes are watering, you notice. "Then what do I do?" you ask quietly.

"Just think about the back of your head," they say. "Focus it and think about a volume slider. And then slide it up."

It's hard to focus on anything. You don't want to close your eyes with Timbor so close, but... you really want to turn your powers back on.

You close your eyes and let your thoughts trail to the back of your head and picture a volume slide, burnished steel with black paint, the one you have on your stereo at hive. With an invisible hand you push it up to max.

Suddenly you hear exactly where Timbor is, and what they're feeling. Bells. Bells ringing high with curiosity, plucked staccato strings of amusement, warm, mellow drum that quickly fades away. You sit up straighter and open your eyes.

"It worked," you say, suddenly much calmer. Professor Timbor chuckles.

"Better, right?" They say. "You're to stay for a few more nights for observation but otherwise you're fine. You're free to wander around the medical wing so long as you let the medicullers know but if I were you, I'd rest up some more. We'll go over the other functions of your wetware later."

You don't want to nod so you say okay and sink back into the sopor.

#Cresce drabbles #inktober #writing

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afreakingdork · 5 years

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Review: ZOMBIE LAND SAGA

“ In 2008, high school student Sakura Minamoto is on her way to audition for an idol group when she is killed in a traffic accident. Ten years later, she discovers that she, along with six other "legendary" girls from various eras of Japan's history, are resurrected as zombies by Kotaro Tatsumi to save Saga Prefecture as the all-zombie idol group Franchouchou. “

Now this is the show I needed. Oh wait, I said I wanted to watch a romantic comedy? Well apparently this is the show I really needed because 10/10 would watch again, I adore this show to no end (let me enter the rap battle please). I do have a few nits to pick but let’s save that for...

Criticism:

The eye placement in this art style drives me straight up a wall, everything else about the art is cute but I just can't get use to those eyes....

DON’T JUST SKIP OVER HOW SHE BECAME A ZOMBIE! AT THE SHOW TAE BIT PEOPLE!!! ARE THEY GOING TO BE ZOMBIES????

Sakura has been dead for 10 years???? Did... did they bury her in her school uniform?? Where'd Kotaru get that from??? Also I learned 99% of Japanese burials are via cremation..... So... how does he have a body from the 19th century.... The old man he talks to in the bar in episode 11 "A One-of-a-Kind SAGA" acted like he knew Yuguri... How old is he??? How old is Kotaru??? Wasn’t he in high school with Sakura as Inui-kun??????????????????

Can't...cant they just say they are wearing stage makeup??? People in this world are very very eager to accept that zombies are real, like too eager...

....wh...what...the fuck.... why was the actual performance in CG? It looks...so bad.... eugh I already am not a fan of the idol genre and this really kills it for me more. Not to mention that no one in the crowd is CG!! What a fucking bizarre decision. WAIT, and then in episode 7 "But It's Zombiemental SAGA" Iron Frills’ performance is not in CG, BUT THEN FRANCHOUCHOU’S PERFORMANCE IS?!?!?!? AND EVEN WEIRDER ALL OF FRANCHOUCHOU’S PREFORMANCES ARE IN CG EXCEPT FOR THE ONE IN EPISODE 8 "Go Go Neverland SAGA" ???????????????????? AT LEAST KEEP IT CONSISTENTLY BAD!

I don’t understand why Romero goes from cute to scary. The girls do it when people see them as zombies, but Romero will just do it random from scene to scene...

How is that the same dog?!?!?!

That thing on Lily’s chest is supposed to be a heart??? They don’t even call it a heart until episode 7. It doesn’t look correct as a cartoon or anatomically correct heart....

I love the attention to detail and how each of their bows in the finale represents them but why is Junko’s bow all messed up??? Does that represent her???

Also while I love love love Lily’s episode, I don’t like her song at all, the talk singing at the beginning was just hard to listen to. My partner was listening while I was watching that episode and even he was like ‘eugh what is this song?’ The melody comes together in the end though!

This is a costume?????? YOU ARE TELLING ME THIS IS NOT A REAL ANTHROPOMORPHIC CHICKEN??????

Oh and I hate this guy

he’s a shitty manipulative asshole cop.

I am sorry what is this...

Is it supposed to represent Saki arising from the flames and being reborn as a zombie (or later doing the same stunt that killed her and then rising from those flames BECAUSE she was a zombie) either way this hair is too much and should stay in a show like Cromartie High School.

Positives:

Wow I wrote a lot of criticisms.... don’t take that to heart and a ton of them were lighthearted. Please let me reiterate here that this show is 10/10 must watch.

I really love how they just jump into it. Unlike School-Live! where they wait till the end of the first episode to do the crazy zombie reveal this show is like nah let’s do it a minute in!!!

The real opening sequence with the dark beginning and then fucking power rangers is hilarious.

Mamoru Miyano deserves the best voice actor role of all time as Kotaro Tatsumi. I usually don’t notice voice acting unless it’s really bad or if the character delivers a really emotional speech and I can feel them truly crying, but Mamoru Miyano gives one of the most insane voice acting performances I have ever heard.

Ugh I love how when they move their bodies make that gross zombie rigor mortis flesh sound, it sends shivers down my spine in the best creepy-cool way. Great attention to detail!!!

THEY ABSORB LIGHTNING AND SHOOT LASERS

Kotaru...made the horn blow noise in episode 8, they didn't have a sound effect for the horn...... true voice acting brilliance.

I fucking adore that all the bumps are promoting real Saga products and places! It took me awhile to realize that is what they were doing. They are truly trying to revitalize Saga. The attention to detail is so great!!!!!!!!!!!!

Reiko had Saki’s Tamagotchi this whole time.... I’m gonna cry (though she did not keep it alive). Speaking of which this show does some of the best balancing between it’s beyond out there comedy and it’s heart-wrenchingly sad moments. For example, when Sakura is in her depression at the end of the show; I totally understand where she is coming from and don’t disagree with her feelings in any way. Who wouldn’t give up in her position?

Speaking of which this show is downright beyond hilarious, sometimes I can’t believe how they pull it off so well....

Lily’s slippers <3

Junko’s singing voice is insane, the most beautiful int he show. It’s hard to look up if that was her real voice actor (Maki Kawase)? I only question it because Junko’s speaking voice is so much higher then her deep beautiful singing voice that its hard to believe.

Lily Hoshikawa is a real trans girl. This is no fucking trap bait here folks. The dream is now tangible and I LOVE it!!!

I feel like a lot of idol shows really die for me because all their girls are just the boring same. There’s 50 million of them and I don’t care about a single one but in this show all these characters are so different and unique that I love all of them.

Verdict:

GO WATCH THIS SHOW

#ME #REVIEW #i loved it #zls #zombieland saga #zombie land saga #anime review #anime

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universal-kitty · 6 years

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1, 2, 3, 6, 8, 11, 13, 15, 16, 18, 23, 25, 28, 29, 32, 35, 36, 38, 40, 46, 48, 50 and 51 for any of your Platonic f/O's!! Maybe multiple because I asked so many whoops ajsndnfjf (@hardcoresshippingmyself)

Another Platonic Self Ship Ask Meme@hardcoresshippingmyself1. Do you have a secret greeting/handshake?2. What’s your favorite inside joke?

THAT…. REALLY IS A LOT…….but I did burn through a BUNCH of the new BnHA eps, so maybe tis a good time to talk about my good son….

Izuku Midoriya!!!! So I’ll answer all these questions with him!! To start… We do not have a secret greeting! Mostly cause neither of us have…considered that. (Now I’m feeling we should.) I mostly give him hugs! I may also teach at U.A., but……. I am also prone to favoritism, just like the rest of the staff, HAH.

Our favorite inside joke… I suppose it’s chanting “banana, banana…” Why? How this became a thing?!? …….That’s why it’s an inside joke. ;> It’s very silly, I’ll admit to that much.

3. What is your favourite sleepover activity?

Well, teachers don’t usually have sleepovers with the students….but what Aizawa doesn’t know I do won’t kill him! I usually regale him and the other 1-A kids about my heroic exploits. I even opened up a little on what it’s like to grow up with a villain parent, so I try to be a bit of an eye-opener that way.

The stories are the better part of the night, though. I get super into reenacting them!!

6. What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done together?

….Tried to prank Aizawa together and getting caught. Scolded, too. It’s one thing when it’s rowdy kids, but for a teacher to get into the spirit of pranks….. Sorry, Midoriya…

8. Who is more likely to get into a fight defending the other?

We both are defensive of the other, but it depends on the topic. Izuku gets more angry when he overhears people talking down of me due to my father, a villain. (Distrust of my background, as you do.) I get angry and worked up when it’s someone talking shit about him. (I’ve learned restraint with Bakugo, the mouthy kid…but anyone else? These paws are rated E FOR EVERYONE!)

I try to be the level-headed adult, but that’s not always guaranteed… [siiiiiighhh]

11. What do your texts/letters to each other usually consist of?

Something like this.

13. What’s your best memory together?

Heh, aside from meeting that kid? (He’s a little treasure HONESTLY, just ask Toshi next Takeover; I’ve cried over Izuku before.) I guess it would be when Toshinori and I invited him and his mother out for a picnic! I thought it’d be a nice way to all hang out together, meet up with her again, and just…have a nice day with good food.

It was wonderful.

15. How do you help each other cope with your trauma?

I’m there for him as much as possible, to make sure these things aren’t effecting him too badly. Being in such…early situations of danger can really mess with a person. I’d know; it’s not like dad’s villainy was a secret after I was born. He was never really a danger, but I felt it on him.

And being a pro hero? Taxing, emotionally. People can not realize that…. So I check up on him sometimes to make sure he’s okay and knows that he can tell me anything. In return, that bright smile cheers me up. I’ve told him as much; I may have depression, but it always feels better when he smiles. He really is like Toshi in that way…….

16. Do either of you have an item of clothing you wear that used to belong to the other? (Eg. You stole their jacket and they let you keep it)

Ahh, no! He’s too smol for me and it’d be weird. Though…. Not a wear item, but he did ask what happened to some of my older stuff from my younger hero days… I let him keep an old collar from my school days, since it collects dust and I thought he’s appreciate a trinket like that.

I hear it’s stationed around a figure of All Might, these days…..

18. What do you both do that annoys each other?

For Deku… Well, early on I got annoyed by how much he got hurt. Less anger, more a sort of panic and concern that bubbled into other emotions, you know? It’s reckless behavior and…I just didn’t want him to be lethally hurt, but he always tempted fate….. Now that he’s getting better at controlling One for All, I’m relaxing a bit more, but…yeesh. Otherwise, I love the kid.

Ditto with him to me. Once the news leaked my dad was a villain, things…blew up for awhile. They’re still not perfect. Yet when things started calming down, I took it upon myself to still get involved in issues, saving people left and right to prove to them (and even myself, in a way) that I’m still a hero. Deku got fussy with me for the same reasons and overexerting myself when I didn’t need to.

…He’s a good kid.

23. If you have a romantic f/o how do they react to them? Do they know them? Do they get along?

HAHA, OH BOY. GLAD YOU ASKED…. Fanboy to the highest degree. Me being related to a villain? Whatever. Learning that I was dating his hero, however…? Izuku went over the moon. We’d never made our relationship public and had no intention to, but that kid was one of the first to know.

….And the first major fanboy we were ever going to get, let’s be real. I wouldn’t be surprised if he became an avid shipper on some forum to talk about it… Ehehehe~

25. If one of you gets injured how does the other react? (And during the healing process do they hover or only occasionally check in?)

I freak out over Izuku on the daily, so you know I’m hovering wherever I’m allowed to be until he’s awake again. Y’know, considering most of his injuries end up being LIFE THREATENING….. Eugh. If it’s a smaller thing, I make sure it’s not too bad, deal with it, we’re good… With only minor hovering to make sure it’s not bothering him too much.

On the reverse, he tries to hover, but school keeps him busy. He visits when he can, I appreciate the company, and he usually goes right back to melting when Toshi stops in, too.

28. Have you ever accidentally referred to them as your sibling/parent? What was their reaction?

I have most assuredly called him my son before. At this point, he has two moms and Toshi is his dad. I am absolutely okay with this. (Inko got a laugh out of it when I told it to her later, too!)

29. Who gives who piggybacks when they’re tired? Who carries the other in general?

I’m the big, strong adult here! I carry the boy! ….Though he’s really getting harder to carry with all that muscle he’s been gaining… Yeesh, kid! They really grow up too fast, huh?

32. If they see you getting uncomfortable in a conversation will they intervene and give you a chance to get out of said conversation or will they let you deal with it yourself?

He rushes over, immediately. Unless it seems like not a good idea. Then he quickly gets Toshinori, instead. OR texts him to get over there, immediately, and proceeds to stall for time.

Either way, I’m about to be protected and…..I kinda need it. People are too much for me, sometimes…!

35. Have you ever built something together?

Mostly Lego stuff! It’s a struggle, but a nice way to relax with a friend and hang out with hilarious frustrations over pieces. Iida tries to help on occasion and we’ve learned he’s much better at getting that sort of thing done than we are.

36. If you were stranded on an island together what would happen?

We’d be the best fuckin’ survivors of all time! Cat quirk and One for All….. We’d dominate and surely get home in no time.

38. Do you quote vines/memes/musical lyrics to each other and laugh as everyone else has no idea what you’re both saying? What’s your favorite thing to quote together?

OH, I quote Vines and memes ALL THE TIME with the class!!! I enjoy it because Aizawa largely disapproves (and understands nothing; he’s a cat video man) and Toshi is thrice as baffled.

“Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does!” is our favorite. Right next to “I’m just cooking pizza.”

40. What’s the most embarrassing photo they have of you and vice versa?

His is a picture he caught of Toshi and I hugging in the breakroom. I mean, he got a good shot and it’s sweet, in a way, but also….!! DEKU, PLEASE– (To my knowledge, he still has that to this day.)

My personal favorite is when he slipped on a banana peel and all you see in the picture is wide eyes of fright and a blue of green and grey. I was laughing so hard that day!!! Still my favorite to look back on.

46. When you’re both bored and have nothing to do what do you do to cure your boredom? (Eg. Play pranks, annoy each other, pillow fight, etc.)

Pillow fights or pranks on the others, for sure! I especially adore ruining Mineta, as he’s a little goblin and deserves all that happens to him.

48. Would ‘Platonic Soulmates’ be an accurate description of your bond?

Ehhhh, after thinking about it…. Not really. It’s more mentor-student or parental than something dramatic like soulmates. It’s just not that deep for us, yanno?

50. What are a couple of words that sum up your friendship?

Bright, laughter, joy, free, and forever.

51. Not a question, give a random fact/headcanon about you and your f/o!

Later confirmed, he did start a movement for shipping “All Might x Mani-Neko”. Where there was nothing before, there are fans and rather silly fanfictions. A few art, too. It’s all…weirdly adorable.

The better part was overhearing Deku and Toshi talking about where to find more content and what they thought of this-and-that…. Its great, in its own way, it really is.

#hardcoresshippingmyself #Aki answers #self insert #self insert community #I WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW I STAN IZUKU DEKU MIDORIYA #HE IS MY PRECIOUS SON AND BESTEST FRIEND #I WOULD DIE FOR HIM #BUT HE WON'T LET ME #anyways this was lotsa fun!!!!#thank you for doing this!!#Deku Scrub #Watashi no Hero Academia

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tricksandscribbles · 6 years

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All of the ‘creepy girl’ questions!! Or just the ones you wanna do lol ✌️😊

doll: some of your favorite makeup productsI dont wear makeup😣bruise: the worst wound you’ve ever receivedWhen I was younger I was being dumb and hopping down some stairs on one leg and somehow landed wrong, twisted my ankle and landed with like all my weight on that bitch. Heard a loud ass pop and like 2 seconds later the pain set in. My ankle was so swollen, eugh 10/10 would not do againtaxidermy: your favorite animal(s)Badgers and dogs🐾eyeball: some of your favorite filmsBend it like Beckham, four brothers, warrior, and coco syringe: someone you trust with everythingEhhhh, no one really?? porcelain: your favorite article of clothingNot clothing but my old green high top chucks, I love them to bits!plush: your favorite childhood toyDidn't really have a childhood toy but maybe legos?blood: some of your favorite foodsMutton and dumpling stew w/ frybread🤤And a dish I forgot the name of from my favorite restaurant lolpentagram: your faith or spiritualityKind of traditional navajo stuff? I try to keep with it but it's kind of hard to because I dont have enough knowledge about some thingssplatter: your favorite artists or art piecesEh I dont really know?? Lol, I see art I love and kind of think about it for awhile and then i move on. Haven't really found anything that has really wrapped itself around me like thatteacup: some of your favorite beveragesA cold coke, homemade hot apple cider, and navajo teacorpse: something you would love to do but can’tSee some ancient ruins. see an eclipse in personknife: something you’re good at cooking or bakingGrilled cheese sandwiches, its dopelollipop: some of your favorite candyMango chili suckers, the occasional payday or twix, and those airheads bite sized rainbow thingysmonster: your worst habitsTouching my face, procrastinating, and negative thinking😣pills: something you’d change about yourselfMy acne, my shyness, and my fear of commitment potion: something you’d change about humanityGreed, apathy, and complacency asylum: your favorite place in the worldWhenever I'm driving with no real direction in mind with a kickass soundtrack and empty thoughts except for the road and the lyrics I'm singing. The beautiful scenery helps to lolmantis: your sexual orientationErrr... ??? ionno lolstitches: some of your self-care habitsCruising, surrounding myself with good people, and just thinking through things a lot. velvet: your favorite era for fashion and aestheticsProbably the early to mid 90s and some things from the 70s and 80s teeth: something that makes you laughThat stupid poot lavato meme, I always find myself laughing at that, fuckin love it lmaopiano: something that makes you cryMy face😭 lol, but idk. Somethings just hit me out of nowhere and I cant help it. Like the other day I was listening to Chris Cornell's cover of Princes 'nothing compares to you' and I just lost it ugh. witch: a power you wish you hadTime travel! Think of all the concerts I could go to😍chainsaw: your favorite soundThe sound a small soft wave gives out when it gently but steadily crashes on a rocky beach. It's a really smooth and fluffy, almost foamy white sound. And when I'm driving and my music is on low but I can still hear the birds singing in the trees when I byribbon: your favorite color combinationsGreen and black, denim blue and yellow, and mustard yellow and a darker redpigtails: how affectionate you arePretty affectionate lol, I kinda get physically clingy. succubus: your weirdest kinksErrrr... pass lmaoghost: a historical figure you’re drawn to... I cant think right now!lullaby: songs you love to singSunshine & I Dont Remember - Alice in ChainsBig Dumb Sex - SoundgardenA History of Bad Men - MelvinsVienna - Billy JoelTell Me Something Good - Chaka KhanThis is all I can think of right now, but I really do love to sing along with whatever comes up 🤷🏽‍♀️I love doing these so thanks for the ask! I'm sorry it took so long, I've just been sooo busy, but I finally got to answer this lol

#ask #I'm so tired! Lol going to bed now #thanks again!

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bluebuckstallion · 6 years

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hey not 2 be moody or anyth but im gnna vent a lil bit

so uh. the last few days i was @ my dads i was rlly delusional n erratic nd i saw way more shit than i usually do (along w auditory bs) and i literally didnt sleep at all most nights,, 3 hrs or less which is weird for me during summer,, esp @ my dads. but anyways, on the way to meet my mom he got rlly pissed ovr smth trivial and i jus,, couldnt stop flinching bc god its not like he was gnna hurt me but literally any man raisng his voice makes me cry almost instantly when its tht close to my fuckn ears especially when it was literally unexpected n long story short he said i was rlly goddamn lazy or whatever n we didnt talk for an hour n a half lol it was a shitty carride

and on top of tht. i found out tht half my house burnt down while i was gone! the ac caught on fire. so we were (are) living in a fuckn hotel again, jus like in december-march, lol. my mom couldnt take the rats anywhre so we assumed they died from smoke inhalation (my cats n one of my dogs already got fuckd up over tht) but. yea. we had to keep all 4 of the cats outside during the scorching heat n we managed to take the dogs w us but damn. n on top of tht my uncle is back on heroin n he was presumed dead for 6 days, after stealing my grandmas only mode of transportation n fleeing for the va border. th only contact we had from him was him cussing my mom out (good on him tbh) and on top of THT my grandmas fucked bc she put out a report on her truck being missing n then revoked it so shes in trouble for harboring/helping a fugitive lmao,,, n at this point we can only assume tht my uncle might be dead so yeet

also th person im engaged to is prolly gonna break up w me but im too scared to even talk to them bc ive been tryng so hard to ignore the fact they traumatized me physically but wtver! its cool i guess. they keep talking abt killing themselves

anyways thts jus the small stuff. on top of tht, ive been blacking out way more thn usual when i drink nd apparently ive been fighting my mom every time i drink aswell so??? yah thts had a shit ton of bad consequences

n my favorite thing in the entire world, my cat peach, literally got her torso n below mauled, and its so bad tht shes on morphine n we cant afford her bills even w the red cross helping us. she dislocated her hip or smth and its rlly fucking bad bc jesus tht cat is my baby shes the only thing i care abt ive genuinely never loved smth so much and ik its dumb but idk what im gonna do if we have to put her down bc thats still smth tht might happen and honestly i jus dont fucking know what im gonna do if we put her down. shes my baby

before she got attacked tho, the same dog almost ripped off my other cats ear n rlly fucked up his head but hes healed a bit so its cool. th same dog attacked my other cat too but hes recovered already. n we dont know who owns the dog bc we havent seen it (our neighbor has been keeping us up to date n shes been trying to feed n water th animals)

my Other cat got stolen for a couple of days n the police might get involved over it lol,, they took him for awhile n hes back now but he was missing for ages. ppl have tried to take one of my other cats too bc hes an f4 bengal,, they sell for a lot,, but hes managed to evade it. th other one probably got taken bc hes a kitten n rlly naive. but hey the good news is my animals havnt died yet

also! i start school on monday! lol! everythngs going rlly great

idk more shit happened but im still trying to process a lot of stuff bc eugh

long story short: was rlly delusional n erratic+audio/visual hallucinations n getting no sleep, so i was practically on suicide watch again, stunted my already horrible relationship w my dad, found out half my house burnt down, assumed most of my animals tht got left behind were dead, living in a hotel again w my 6yo brother+mom+3 animals n relapsing a lot, i black out most nights but when i wake up i usually find out ive fought someone n self harmed a lot n face the consequences, person im engaged to might break up w me but i cant msg them to find out bc i get anxious bc i relive trauma they caused tht rlly fucked me up sexually, uhhhh my uncle is a fugitive and might be dead, hes using heroin again, my grandma is in trouble for harboring+helping a fugitive bc she put out a report on the truck he stole from her n then revoked it, found out my favorite living thing in the world (my cat peach) might have to be put down n im rlly unstable over it, she got attacked by a dog rlly brutally along w two of my other cats n the fourth one got stolen, im gnna have to deal w one of my friends havng feelings for me but i rlly dont want to confront it and i start my frst year of high school in 3 days! hooray

edit: ALSO i might have to confront th fact a girl i havent talkd to in abt 3 mnths tht i had a thing going on w is rlly unstable and i dont know if shes alive lol!

#we jus got our ac temporarily fixed so im in th house w 9 of my animals #its rlly good to have some time to myself #anyways w the knowledge half my animals were near death @ one point #n my uncles prolly dead too #its been wildt!#ash.mp3 #long post

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photonconductor · 7 years

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rusta.arc has a Wild Night Out and Things Get Deep

Alto sighed. The familiar jingle of the Red Bear Tavern's door rang against his ears. Normally, he would've been glad to hear that tune and see Kayaj's smiling face greeting him. Today, however, wasn't quite the same as usual. His hand was still on the door handle to the tavern itself, not yet daring to go inside, to scan the room itself. It was practically empty, aside from Kayaj scrubbing away idly at a glass with a dish rag and a certain redhead slumped over the edge of the bar.

There was a drink firmly in his hand, though Alto couldn't see his face. He really had planted it firmly in the wood. The fact the bar was so empty made Alto realize just how quiet it was in here. Despite the occasional sounds from outside, there was nothing but a tense atmosphere inside. It was weird to see it so quiet.

"Alto, ya made it." Kayaj's greeting snapped him out of his thoughts and Alto's face twisted into a strained smile. However, it quickly fell into surprise as Rusty--who had been planted face first into the counter top--raised his head at that.

"Alllltooo! Heeey, buddy!" Rusty said cheerfully, though a few of those sounds had slurred together and Alto had to strain his ears for a moment. The Conductor couldn't help but grimace too. He suddenly understood why Kayaj had called for him so late.

It wasn't like Alto had been asleep either... somehow tonight he just had a hard time sleeping. Not to long after Alto had spend trying to find things to do in his room to help him fall asleep, a guard told him that Kayaj had asked for him. It wasn't like Kayaj ever really asked for him before, so he felt obligated to come. He wasn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't this.

Rusty's face was a pretty even shade of red and his gaze was unfocused. He tried to raise his glass in his hand, but his arm lazily dropped it back into the counter top. Rusty was definitely intoxicated. Alto hurried to the bar counter himself, pulling up a seat next to Rusty. He had to force himself not to choke from the sheer smell of his friend. He reeked of booze!

"Eugh, you smell awful! How many of those did you have?!" Alto couldn't help, but cough at that. Rusty merely grinned at him with a lopsided smile.

"Awh c'mon, Alto! Live a little! Ish not every day ya get t' live like this one!" Rusty slapped him on the side of his shoulder, and not too gently either. Alto could only mumble a quiet "ow" before rubbing at it. Despite the situation Alto was in, it was still strange to see his friend like this. Rusty did always drink, but he was never this out of it. Kayaj was quick to step over closer to Alto, shaking his head gently.

"I tried telling him we closed up shop hours ago, but he just wouldn't give it up. I didn't have the heart t' kick 'im out... He's my best customer after all." Kayaj sighed at that, still idly cleaning the glass. Right, Alto thought, Kayaj couldn't go home and rest either if Rusty was still here. Alto scratched at the back of his head. What exactly could he do about that though...?

"Hey, Kayaj, c'mon gimme another one!" Rusty gently held out the glass to the bartender, shaking it gently, "I promise this is the last one! I just need t' keep my buzz goin' a lil' longer. You get what I'm sayin', don't 'cha?"

"Oh, no you don't." Alto was the one to cut in, putting a hand over Rusty's. He gently pushed down to set the glass, and his hand, onto the counter top. Rusty turned his head back towards Alto, his lopsided grin suddenly scarce from his face. He was giving him a more more confused look at that. Alto felt a little bad for saying no to his friend, but he had to stop him here.

"That's enough for you for one night. C'mon, we should be getting back... You're going to get a major hangover if you keep this up." Alto frowned at him. He was worried... Rusty never drank this much. Even if he was a little loose at times when they drank (well, more specifically when Rusty drank and Alto watched him) together, he stopped after awhile. Whether it was because Alto was with him or a lady had caught his attention, Alto was never sure.

Rusty let out a puff of air through his nose before he planted an elbow against the counter top. He was clearly disgruntled by the black haired boy refusing him, but he still didn't budge from his seat. Kayaj and Alto exchanged glances, but it wasn't long before Kayaj began walking away towards the back. Clearly something was wrong with Rusty and Kayaj felt he didn't need to be there to hear whatever it was. Alto silently thanked him for it.

"Rusty... what's the matter with you? Why're you out this late?" Alto leaned forward and Rusty leaned away. His face looked sour, now, that happy smile already wiped clean. His eyes glanced back between Alto and the bottles of liquor before he leaned back.

"Maaaan! You really had t' go and ruin my buzz, huh?" Rusty's head rolled to meet Alto's gaze, "I don't need a babysitter. Why don't you just go home, Alto?" At that, Alto felt his shoulders stiffen a little.

"Rusty," Alto said a little more forcefully, as if he were scolding him, and Rusty stared at him. There was an awkward bit of silence before Rusty ran a hand through his hair. He let out a long sigh before slumping over the counter top again. All the while Rusty fidgeted, and the Conductor could only watch his friend and fellow knight in confusion. Rusty wasn't exactly the type to open up constantly... but he had a lot of baggage to carry. With being kicked out of his desert camp when he was only ten along with the man who he looked up to becoming a traitor, it weighed heavily on him.

Alto had his own issues, sure, but Rusty? Rusty took it with a smile and shrugged it off... most of the time anyway. Some things Alto was sure Rusty worried about deep down. He had opened up to him a lot these past long months but there were still some things Alto was never sure if Rusty would ever disclose.

"Did something happen?" Alto asked again and this time Alto noticed Rusty's jaw shift slightly. He was almost sure he saw his jaw clench but it was for a fleeting moment. Rusty continued to be silent beside a quiet mumble from him. There was a long pause of silence before the knight finally let out a heavy sigh.

"Some... some girl asked me to marry her." Rusty mumbled, finally saying it to the open air, and surprised even Alto.

"Really? That's great, Rusty!" Alto chimed in.

"No, it's not great, Alto!" Rusty suddenly snapped back and Alto blinked. He had gotten caught up with being happy with his friend he had nearly forgot. Rusty shyed away from commitment. He had told him long ago that he picked girls he knew he wouldn’t fall in love with. Alto didn't fully understand it, but Rusty's line of thought was different from his, especially when it came to matters about the Lambert knight himself. Even if Rusty thought he shouldn't have been born, Alto was glad he was. Even if it did mean he had to be dragged around on the occasion to hit on women.

"Wha--? I get it but..." Alto tried to speak, but Rusty interjected.

"Me, Alto! Marry me! The guy who's always the ladies man. The guy who's not even supposed t' have been born, much less be able t' marry some damn chick! That's so god damn rich! I thought she was jokin' at first, but no, she wasn't! Not in the slightest!" Rusty laughed at that, as if it were the funniest thing he had ever heard. His laughter echoed through the empty tavern and Alto felt his stomach tighten uncomfortably. The Conductor could feel himself sink slightly in his stool at that. Rusty managed to get a hold on his laughter, but chuckles still poured out of him.

"It's just... Can you believe it, Alto? Me? Could you see me, of all people, getting married, having a big ol' happy family? Gettin' homey and smoozy with some girl while our kids run around outside?" He gripped at his face with that crooked grin still hanging off of him. Alto couldn't help, but feel even more concerned. The way he laughed off that sort of thing, like it was some big joke, felt awkward. Once Rusty had settled down a little, Alto decided to voice his concerns.

"I'll admit, it is a little strange to hear you of all people getting married..." Alto agreed, but paused, "...But weren't you telling me how nice it is to have a family before?" Alto cupped his chin at that and closed his eyes with a thoughtful expression. The fellow knight let out a heavy sigh.

"Don't play that card on me, asshole." Rusty grumbled and Alto felt a smidgen of satisfaction, if only for the fact he knew he had hit something. The redhead had admitted that, but Alto's satisfaction soon melted away. He felt a little bad with how grumpy he looked.

"Sorry," Alto apologized and ducked his head down, "You told me before you don't date girls you won't fall in love with... so I guess I didn't expect to see you so upset over it." Rusty scoffed.

"I wasn't 'n love with her, trust me, but man... I don't even know why I'm upset either." Rusty laughed again, but this one sounded hollow. He straightened himself up a little, but found himself swaying still. Alto readied himself to catch his friend, just in case Rusty decided to pass out there, but he seemed to be trying to focus elsewhere. His eyes were back on the wall again as if he were seeing beyond them.

"Maybe its 'cause of you, Alto." Rusty mumbled and Alto found himself straightening up eagerly.

"Me?" Alto asked, surprised.

"Yeah... Since you came into my life, I never woulda thought twice 'bout havin' a little brother or, hell, being a big bro." Rusty went back to scratching at his hair again as if he were thinking, "Getting close to people isn't exactly easy when you've cut yourself off for so long, ya know? Hanging out with you eased that part of me, sure, but I don't know if I'm ready to move past that quite yet. I'm still getting used to this whole big brother thing, yeah?"

Alto blinked back at him with an owlish expression before a small smile cracked against his face. It wasn't like he didn't think he was important to rusty or anything like that, but it was still something Alto was getting used to. His family had been Lisette and Miss Rosa for so long it was funny to think his family was growing bigger; that it could grow bigger. Alto had a feeling the same went for Rusty.

"I can't say your idea of what a 'big brother' is is really that good," Alto teased and Rusty snorted at that.

"C'mon, admit it! We had tons of fun together! Don't you remember that one time when those girls totally thought you were some famous guy and wanted your autograph?"

"Rusty, that was you. They thought I was your butler."

"Oh, yeah, it was. Damn, I forgot that Conductor outfit really comes in handy for stuff like that."

Despite what was said, the two of them shared a laugh in the empty bar. Alto did have to admit even if Rusty was insistent on hitting on women constantly there was a few good laughs they shared between them. It wasn't always hitting on women, thankfully, but it was thanks to Rusty he got to see more of Lambert as a city. He wouldn't have if he merely stayed in the barracks all day just focusing on his goal.

It was strange just how much his view on this place had changed from when Mithra was crystallized.

His expression softened as the two of them were met with a quiet silence between them. Rusty was probably sobering up by now, Alto guessed. He felt bad for making Kayaj wait for so long for them, but the Conductor couldn't help but feel nostalgic for a moment. He wondered why... It wasn't like he didn't frequent Kayaj's tavern or anything to have it feel nostalgic to him. It was rare there was ever a quiet moment in the bar like this though. Sitting here, side by side with Rusty, was nice.

Still, Alto felt swept up in his thoughts at that. His mouth began moving before he could really register it.

"Its strange..." Alto said suddenly and Rusty looked at him. The Conductor leaned forward, gently folding his arms on top of the counter top before them. Instead of looking back at his friend, he chose so simply stare at the bottles of liquor Kayaj had carefully arranged as well.

"Sometimes its weird to think about being another person at one point. I've only ever known me as, well, me but Hilda used to look at me like she was seeing someone else. I still wonder if Klaus really saw me and not Elcrest. Even when the Eclipse happened, I started to doubt whether I really was myself and not just Elcrest. Now, I know who I am. Unlike him, I can have some sort of family. It's kind of a surprise, actually.

"You, Lisette, Miss Rosa... not to mention all the Tuning Knights are all important to me. I don't really think about it too much these days, but thinking on it now, back then, I was really scared... that I wouldn't really have a family like I thought I did..." Alto trailed off at that.

He had accepted that he couldn't be anyone other than himself. He had earned that right and even Elcrest had acknowledged it. Hilda saw Alto for Alto now, not just a friend from days long past. Who he was now and who he was then were two different people. Even if Lisette and Rosa weren't his real family by blood, he still cared about them. They hadn't had the same Amatsu ritual he and Rusty had shared but it was still the same. He still cared about Rusty, whether they were truly brothers or not.

"--Hey," Rusty spoke up and Alto glanced at him. Before he could do anything else, a hand was suddenly planted on top of Alto's head. Rusty rubbed his hair a little, ruffling it up enough to have it stick out in odd places. Alto felt his head instinctively bend down, but he didn't quite push Rusty away. He mostly didn't because he had been caught off guard by the gesture.

"Don't look so sad about it. You're gonna really kill my buzz then." Rusty mumbled before his hand slid away from Alto's head. The Conductor's eyebrows furrowed upward as he tried to glance at the spot he had rubbed. He reached a hand up to try and fix his hair before he heard his friend speak.

"Listen, Alto," he said and Alto's eyes held his attention, "I don't know what the hell went down between you and that Elcrest guy... and I don't care who says what you were or weren't. You're just Alto to me. You're my lil' bro, yeah? That's all there is to it." Alto found himself frozen for a moment, registering Rusty's words quietly.

"Yeah..." Alto agreed, continuing to smooth his hair down. He couldn't stop the smile cracked across his face at those words. Those words really solidified it to him; he was here now with Rusty. He wasn't anyone else; he was just Alto.

"Hey, what's that smile for?" Rusty teased, hooking Alto by the shoulders. Alto let out a gasp in surprise, mostly from being roughly pulled to the side.

"H-Hey!" Alto called out in surprise, but Rusty could only grin wider.

"Get ready then, 'cause this big brother needs to teach you some manners! You can't just go sayin' depressin' stuff like that, it's my job!" It wasn't long before Rusty's fist found its place where he had ruffled Alto's hair to pull him into a harsh noogie. Alto tried to squirm free of his friend's grasp, but Rusty had him in a death grip. Despite the dull pain of the noogie, Alto was laughing. Soon enough, Alto free himself from Rusty's grip. He seemed to at least sober up a little by now and finally Kayaj returned from the back.

"Good to see yer gettin' along," The man let a small chuckle rumble out of him.

"Sorry for taking so long," Alto was the first one to speak up before Kayaj waved a hand to dismiss his apologies.

"If you're really sorry, you can haul it on home now, right?" He was looking at Rusty when he said that though his smile never faded. The other knight let out a small sigh, waving a hand above his head.

"Right, right. Thanks Kayaj, we'll get on outta your hair already." Rusty let out a huff before he slipped off of the stool he was sitting on. Alto hopped down after him, though was quick to catch his friend when he saw him wobble. Rusty motioned a hand to show he was okay, but Alto didn't quite step away from him yet. The older knight fumbled around in his pocket for a moment before he clapped a few gold coins back on the counter.

"For the trouble," Rusty nodded once before his attention was back on his little brother, "I guess I might really need yer help gettin' home after all. How embarrassin'... You'd better not bring this up later." The redhead was staring daggers at him and Alto found himself laughing nervously under his sharp gaze.

"You really think I'd go and do that?" Alto asked and Rusty shook his head.

"No... I doubt Archibald would let me live it down if I got this hammered since I have patrol tomorrow." At that realization, Rusty let out a loud groan, "Ugh... I forgot all about that..."

"Don't worry, I'm sure I can help pick up some of the slack. I already do that anyway." Alto decided to move them along while they were talking so at least Kayaj wouldn't have to stay there even longer than he already was. Alto adjusted Rusty's arm to lay over his shoulder as they made their way out of the bar.

"Yeah, yeah, okay Mr. Hero. We get it. I really hope this hangover isn't going to put me out of it, I've some dates tomorrow!"

"You remembered that and not the fact you have patrol tomorrow?"

"C'mon, you expect me to forget about some beautiful girls?! How can you expect me to say no to that?"

Soon enough, the two friends were out the door with the bell of the Red Bear Tavern chiming loudly to signal their goodbye.

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