q!phil and q!pac hcs peepoShy :3
YESSS I really need to watch more Pac, translator be damned. >:0
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Pac is, like many others, in the I Want Phil To Take Me On A Flight club. He thinks it's so fucking cool
He doesn't have the ability to clock Phil as well as Fit can. But Fit confides in him on a lot, esp to do with things he's worried about, so Pac actually knows some of Phil's "something is wrong" tells, even if they're the more obvious ones.
And then he promptly goes to Fit like "Phil needs an emotional support ass kicking 👍🏻"
Phil is the #2 Fitpac shipper (Ramon is #1). And Phil knows Fit intimately in many ways. He passes All his secrets onto Pac gladly. He's like "go get him m8. Give him Brazilian Boyfriend Brainrot"
You'd think there'd be a little jealousy or something because of the fact that Phil has been With Fit consistently prior to him and Pac dating, but nah. They love conspiring against him together and Fit knows they do. Also Phil backed off right away when they got serious, so Pac knows everything's chill
Phil can Tell there's more to Pac than meets the eye. This is Mike's best friend. Survivor of Cellbit cannibalism. Known for having a danger boner for fucked up dudes. Pac seems super nice and well-mannered at first glance but Phil can TELL he saves the true extent of how unhinged he can be for the people closest to him. He wants to see Pac go apeshit someday.
I really really want to see these two allied in a fight bc I genuinely don't know what they'd be like. Just the two of them, or at least paired up while whoever else they're teamed with is paired up elsewhere. But something tells me Pac has a side that would get along Very well with the Angel of Death,,,,
Pac is one of the people Phil considers closest to himself. There's nothing he won't do for him and anything he needs, Phil will bend over backwards to get it if that's what Pac wants.
Phil loves being a test monkey for Tazercraft fuckery. It's always so weird and fun. Occasionally he'll ask Pac if they have any new wild or silly shit for him to see.
Tbh I wouldn't put it past Pac (& perhaps Mike) to be extremely interested in hybrids and asking Phil a million questions about it
Phil can NOT talk shit abt the danger boner btw. Motherfucker's type is literally "death entity." A Goddess of Death and a grim reaper holding either of his hands. Bitch can't say ANYTHING. (I want these two to talk abt their types I think it would be extremely funny)
Pac knows very little about Phil getting possessed, but he DOES know something happened to him. Fit kept things extremely vague out of respect for Phil.
Phil may be the #2 Fitpac shipper, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't envy that they get to see each other often. But Phil is Phil, so instead of getting weird about it, he just commits to doing whatever he can to support them. At least there's one happy healthy mlm couple on the island.
Btw if Pac came to Phil about whatever the fuck is going on with Fit and his past, Phil's ready to kill a bitch with Pac immediately, and he'd let Pac do most of the actual ass kicking as he deserves. (oooo the ccs want to give me this soooo baadddd)
Controversial (/silly) take: Phil and Pac are both slutty, bubbly drunks.
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So I've had these Grunkle Stan crackships on my mind for almost a year now. Could be interpreted as platonic, but I think there's great and fascinating potential if interpreted fully romantic. Full musings and explanations below (Warning: very disjointed and random).
Uncle Chan from Jackie Chan Adventures
Maybe Ford and Stan stumble across the Chans on one of their globe-trotting adventures. Both groups fight off the same supernatural threat and surprise each other with their ease and familiarity with the weird and fantastical.
I feel Uncle is kind of a weird in-between of Ford and Stan. He is knowledgeable but not a nerd like Ford, is generally cranky but doesn't get into trouble like Stan does, although he does have a level of disregard towards authority if it gets in the way of his goals. He's quick to do research instead of impulsively charging into a situation.
I think Uncle's dynamic with Stan would be hilarious. They would argue a lot on how to deal with a threat, but once they agree to work together, they could kick ass. Once he gets past his initial annoyance, Stan would probably enjoy Uncle's quips, even more so when he realizes that Uncle does not say them to be funny, he's just naturally snarky.
Uncle is never shown having any romantic interest or relationships, so I kind of headcanon him as ace, but I think it would be really interesting to see what kind of queerplatonic relationship he and Stan could form.
Jade and Mabel would probably hit it off immediately, and while Jade isn't as studious as Dipper, she also has an enthusiasm for the supernatural so she'd probably get along decently with him. She'd also probably think Stan and Ford are super cool, especially considering their lax attitude toward giving children weapons. Though they do still take the kids' safety very seriously.
Jackie is doubtful of Stan, much like he was with Viper, but seeing Stan look out for the kids would probably endear him a little. Ford might also help ease his worries, and maybe they both could have fun discussion about archeology.
I think Tohru and Soos could get along decently, though Tohru would find Soos' eccentric musings odd at first.
Additionally, Uncle's shop is in San Francisco, practically next door to Dipper and Mabel in Piedmont. The kids would easily visit each other every weekend.
Bruno Madrigal from Encanto
Stan has been to prison in Colombia, so I don't think he'd willingly travel there for fun, and Encanto Valley seems relatively closed off from the rest of the world, so I imagine their meeting is accidental, maybe a result of the Stans getting caught in a storm or something. They stay for a while in the valley while repeating their boat.
Stan might initially be outraged at the idea of the Madrigals not charging anyone for the use of their gifts, but perhaps lightens up when he sees how close-knit the community is. He'd still come up with ways they could show off their powers Mystery Shack style, probably butting heads with Alma in the process, lol. He might encourage Bruno to adapt a more showman-like approach to his seer abilities to make it more presentable and less intimidating.
Bruno and Stan connecting over their shared feelings of isolation from family is definitely what drew me to these two together in the first place. If they ever got serious about their relationship, I can imagine the biggest hurdle would be deciding if they should continue a long-distance relationship, since neither is keen on asking the other to be separated from their family.
Yuuko Ichihara from xxxHolic and Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle
Major spoiler alerts for both series. It's been many years since I've read them, and Tsubasa had so many plot twists that even CLAMP (the writers) admitted they were confused by the end result. I also might be misremembering some details, so bear with me. Factoring in the plotlines for both series and Gravity Falls would make for an incredible AU fanfic that I unfortunately am not qualified to write.
Due to Yuuko's shop being in Tokyo, a whole ocean away from Oregon, I like to imagine some timey-wimey space mumbo jumbo allowing Yuuko and Stan to meet in the dream realm. Maybe at some point, Yuuko's shop would obtain a door connecting it to the Mystery Shack.
Stan and Yuuko both have a mischievous side, though Yuuko is generally more reserved. They could start out as drinking buddies, though I imagine Stan would probably favor a light beer, while Yuuko loves sake.
They also both use aliases (it is never revealed what Yuuko's real name is), but Yuuko would likely be upfront about it. As their relationship progresses, Stan would probably feel comfortable telling Yuuko his real first name, even after she tells him the supernatural dangers of giving your real name.
While Stan scams his customers, he generally sells harmless entertainment and trinkets, whereas Yuuko grants wishes and operates strictly on an equivalent exchange basis. To quote the wiki, "All of Yuuko's customers must pay a price in order to grant their wishes, which can be no more or no less than the one demanded, or else harm will come to one's way. She is not one to tell the customer the most direct way to solve their problems because in the end, it can only be solved with that person's own realization and resolution to change themselves... Her abilities are not unlimited and may almost seem like a curse as it appears that she is unable to do anything for anyone or grant any gift (other than feelings) without it becoming a binding transaction."
When Stan finds out just how powerful Yuuko is, I think he might react with a mixture of hesitation and awe, especially when she reveals she knows about his past, and Ford being lost in the multiverse. I am on the fence on whether Yuuko would use her powers to bring Ford home sooner, or let Stan continue working on the portal because he's already close to completing it and this would be significant in defeating Bill.
I found that the main villain of Tsubasa, Fei Wang Reed, surprisingly parallels Stan. Both endanger reality to bring back someone who is lost, but while Stan does it out of love and devotion to his family, Fei Wang Reed only did it in an arrogant plan to prove himself a powerful sorcerer. And in Fei's case, the person is already dead. CLAMP's universe establishes that the dead cannot be brought back to life, and Fei's wish to do so would cause the universe to be destroyed. I wonder if Bill would factor Fei as part of his plans.
Stan also surprisingly shares a lot in common with Fai D Fluorite. Both use their twin's name (Fai's real name is Yuui), and for much of the series Fai's tragic backstory regarding his twin is unknown, and he hides his trauma under a laid back exterior. I think Stan would empathize a lot with Fai, after he finds out his backstory.
Kimihiro Watanuki is revealed to have been created to fill a void left by Syaoran after the latter wished to turn back time. I remember Watanuki's character arc involved realizing that people cared about him. "Don't disappear", "Continue existing". Stan would probably take Watanuki under his wing, much like he did with Soos. Watanuki might find life with the Pines family far more chaotic than he's used to, but slowly warm up.
Yuuko is revealed to have died a long time ago and has basically been in magical stasis due to Clow Reed's unintentional wish. When time finally moves forward again, Yuuko eventually passes on. She doesn't return in the canon series, but Watanuki is stated to have also suspended his time to wait for her return. In this AU, maybe she reincarnates in the past and reunites with Stan and the Pines in the present day.
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Hello!! Do you think you could right a sort of enemies to lovers relationship with Azriel? Maybe where he and the reader get into a heated argument, and the bond snaps when the tension hits its peak? If this doesn’t inspire you, please don’t feel as though you have to accept my request! This is my first attempt at making a request, so I apologize if I did it incorrectly. Also, I wanted to note that your writing style is one of my favorites, and I hope you are proud of your work! That’s all, thank you for your time!!
THE SOOOOOOOOOONG
Listen to it please thank you
Loved your request, darling, it's actually much better when you send the whole story, I usually struggle when I try to think of a whole story alone (I swear I'm creative but it's hard to get things in your head out of nothing)
I try to be proud of my work as much as I can, thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
THIS WORK was sooooooo fun to do, I swear at some moment while I was writing this I laughed at my own story, super cool
I thought: "I'm gonna make this super serious" amd ended up with this, which is much better
This Is Love
Your family always meant everything to you. Being Rhysand's cousin meant you would be inserted in everything he did. Being his second in command meant you would be involved in every plan. And being all of that meant you would be part of his Inner Circle, which automatically involved you in everything they did together. From training, to family dinner and trips around the Courts for the meetings, you did all together. And you loved it. Again, your family meant everything to you, and spending time with them was on your top list of favorite things to do. I mean, when a certain Shadowsinger wasn't completely involved.
Working with Azriel was always fine, perfectly fine, actually. Rhysand often paired you up together to work because everything fell into place with the two of you. Your mind always seemed to think like one. But that teamwork only made itself present when the topic was your position towards the court and your job. Outside that, you both were a mess. Training with him was a dread, from him pinpointing each - non-existent - mistake, to you lashing yourself on him each time he made you angry, it's been more than 250 years of both of you trying to win one another in the training. It never happened.
Family dinner was also horrible since both of you had very different visions in every single topic someone started, not just that, somehow, no matter how many times you and Azriel changed seats with someone, it doesn't take a week until you find yourselves seated next to each other again. On top of that, you and he possess the ability to winnow, yet, Rhysand always thought it was necessary for you to winnow together. No matter how many times you said it wasn't necessary, Rhys only ignored you, the necessity of traveling with him making you hate your life just a little bit more.
But if spending time with your family was on your top favorite things to do, game night with Azriel was on your top things to make yourself miserable. It was a common scene for the rest of the Inner Circle to see you and him screaming at each other at some point. Sometimes one of you thought the other was cheating. Sometimes you started saying the other was winning too many times and should be taken out of the game. Sometimes it was the complete opposite, "if you lose so much, maybe you should step back and stop occupying space". Tonight it wasn't different, your favorite fight was ready to start as Azriel explained the rules to the new game.
Besides the usual crackling tension between you and Azriel, this night seemed to be at its worst peak. For weeks now, both of you seemed to be on the edge with one another, even in work, your usual camaraderie was replaced with sharp remarks and piercing glares. Everyone around the table exchanged puzzled looks, uncertain of what exactly had caused this escalating feud.
Azriel couldn't understand why every word from you grated on his nerves, nor could you fathom why Azriel's mere presence felt suffocating. The build-up of unresolved emotions and unspoken desires had been simmering for days, and now, it was about to reach its boiling point.
The Night Court's game night had started off innocently enough with your usual truth or drink game, something to light up tension (or build it, in your and Azriel's case), but as the evening wore on, the tension between you and Azriel became palpable as the Shadowsinger tried to introduce a new idea to the table. It began with a harmless disagreement over the rules of a card game, but it quickly escalated into a heated argument once the match started.
Azriel's patience was wearing thin as you challenged every decision he made during the game, the cards he dropped and the ones he chose, everything seemed horrible in your eyes. The other way around too, your matches weren't valid, you couldn't pick certain cards and no, it wasn't your turn yet. His usually calm demeanor was now strained, and he couldn't help but feel irritated by your persistent need to question him.
-I don't understand why you always have to question everything I do - Azriel snapped at some point, his shadows flickering around him as a testament to his growing frustration.
-Maybe if you didn't act like you knew everything, I wouldn't have to. "Boo, I'm Azriel and I don't let people play the game because I invented it and none of you understand how to play it" - You quickly shot back, their voice laced with sarcasm
The room fell silent, and your friends exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the mounting tension between the two of you. But there was no going back now; the floodgates had opened, and all the pent-up emotions were rushing to the surface.
-I don't act like I know everything, and I don't talk like that - Azriel retorted, his voice tight with anger - I just wish you'd stop acting like you have all the answers! Sometimes it is okay to listen to help because, guess what? I indeed invented the game and there's no way of you learning how to play it, if you don't listen to the rules!
-Well, forgive me for not blindly following you like everyone else. I'm not afraid to question things when they don't make sense! - Your eyes narrowed, jaw clenching as you shot back.
-And I'm not afraid to take action instead of endlessly debating every damn decision! - Azriel's temper flared, his wings twitching in agitation.
-I think what you're really good at is fucking my life! - Your family gasped at your words, shocked by the intensity.
-It's just a payback for every headache you give me every time you breathe near me - They quickly turned their heads to Azriel, equally shocked by his response.
The words hung in the air, and for a moment, it seemed as if you were both about to explode. Your family exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to intervene in the escalating argument. But just as the situation reached its breaking point, a strange shift occurred. As Azriel locked eyes with you, an unexpected intensity replaced your anger. It was as if the universe itself had decided to step in, forcing you to confront the undeniable truth.
The room seemed to blur around you as you stood there, chests heaving from the heated exchange. The fight had reached its peak, and in that very moment, the mating bond snapped into place. The sudden connection was overwhelming, a rush of emotions and sensations that neither of you could comprehend. Your anger dissolved into confusion and shock as you felt an unexplainable pull towards each other.
Azriel's wings, once tense and defensive, now softened, as if beckoning every step you unknowingly took closer. Your guard came down as well, replaced by a mix of vulnerability and curiosity.
Your friends watched in astonishment as two adversaries stood there, seemingly lost in a world of their own. The room is filled with a charged silence, the kind that accompanies a revelation that changes everything. Even if none of them knew exactly what revelation was going on at that moment.
But as the realization set in, Rhysand and Feyre exchanged knowing smiles. It was no secret for them that you and Azriel had an underlying connection, a bond waiting to be acknowledged. They had witnessed the chemistry and unspoken feelings simmering between the two of you, and now, it seemed the universe had decided to intervene.
Your eyes met Azriel's once again, and this time, there was no irritation or hostility. Instead, there was an undeniable spark of understanding and attraction, a recognition of the emotions that you had been hiding from each other. Neither of you spoke a word, yet you communicated on a deeper level, the mating bond solidifying your connection at each passing second. It was as if all the walls you had built around your heart came crashing down, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to him.
As the reality of the mating bond settled in, your heart raced with confusion and fear. You couldn't understand why fate would choose someone you had built such animosity towards to be your mate. Feeling overwhelmed and unable to face the truth, you turned around and ran, needing time and space to process the whirlwind of emotions inside you.
Azriel, though taken aback and hurt by the sudden rejection, couldn't ignore the pull of the bond drawing him to you. With determination, he chased after your steps, his heart heavy with worry and longing. He caught up to you as you were getting closer to your room. Gently reaching out to touch your shoulder, you recoiled as if his touch burned.
-Please, let's talk - Azriel pleaded, his voice tinged with sadness - I never wanted to hurt you. The fights... They were a defense mechanism, a way to hide my own feelings and protect myself from the pain of loving someone who seemed to hate me. You started this, I just… Thought I should defend myself.
-But why you? Why did it have to be you? - You whispered, voice breaking with emotion. Azriel's eyes softened, and he took a step closer, his hand hovering near your face, yearning for the connection you both feared and desired.
-I wish I had an answer for that. All I know is that the bond doesn't choose who we love, it just binds us to our other half. And for some inexplicable reason, it chose us - He could see the pain in your eyes and knew that he needed to be honest, to show vulnerability despite his fears of rejection - The truth is, the more you fought me, the more I fell for you. Your fire, your strength, everything about you drew me in. But I was terrified of what it meant, so I pushed you away.
-I didn't know what to do with my feelings either - You admitted, opening a place in your heart that you swear to never look at again - I tried to convince myself that I hated you, but it only made things worse. Every fight, every argument, it was just a way to hide how much I… I wanted to be by your side. Everything was simple with them but you? You made me feel things and I didn't want it - Azriel's heart ached at your words, and he took a step closer, finally touching your cheek gently.
-We can figure this out together. I don't want to fight anymore. I want to be here for you, to understand you, and for you to understand me - Tears finally spilled from your eyes, as you looked into Azriel's soulful gaze, feeling the sincerity of his words.
-It won't be easy, but maybe we can try - You gave in, hugging him tightly, filling the void in your soul that you ignored for so long.
You and Azriel knew that you had a journey ahead, to step down from the fights and finally accept the truth that maybe, just maybe, you both were meant to be. Even in disagreement you found a way to each other. Although you would definitely keep your provocations going and Azriel would stay at your feet for anything you did, that was your way of loving and for the first time you were fine knowing what tomorrow would bring.
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The Inner Circle sat around the table, looking perplexed and bewildered after the explosive game night that had just taken place. None of them could quite wrap their heads around what had unfolded. Nestha glanced at Cassjan, who raised an eyebrow, silently communicating his own confusion. Feyre and Rhysand seemed to be the only ones who understood the situation, but none of them made a move to say something as they kept talking to each other in their minds.
-So, did anyone understand what just happened? I mean, they are usually weird around each other but… This weird? It's worrying - The general scratched his head and finally gathered the courage to say something.
-Beats me. The brute is right. But I have to admit, seeing them argue like that is always quite entertaining. It's the only reason I've been coming for the past centuries, honestly - Amren replied with a snarl, eyes rolling as she threw her cards on the table.
-Oh, for sure! It was like watching a drama unfold right in front of us every week. But I can't believe they just bolted like that. Do you think they're okay? - Mor inquired, a mix of amusement and worry kicking in.
-If I had to bet I would say they are killing each other - Cassian said, playing with the deck of cards.
-Or fucking - Nestha chimed in with a laugh - I mean, when I didn't accept the mating bond with Cassian I acted exactly like them. If you don't understand the feeling you might as well hurt the person you hold those feelings for - Everyone seemed to agree as the bets started to grow around the table.
-Knowing those two, they probably needed some time alone to sort things out. Maybe it's an understanding finally kicking in - Rhysand leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with mischief - The group exchanged curious glances, trying to understand their High Lord.
-Well, whatever it is, we can't say it was unimportant. That was probably the most explosive family game night we've ever had - Feyre couldn't help but add with a grin.
Just then, the door to the game room creaked open, and you walked in with Azriel by your side, hand in hand, with smiles on your faces. The Inner Circle's jaws dropped in disbelief as they took in the sight in front of them.
-What the...? How did you...? What? - Cassian sputtered, at a loss for words.
-You know, it's funny how things work out sometimes - Azriel looked around at their stunned faces and chuckled.
-Yeah, we had a little heart-to-heart and sorted some things out. Turns out, we had a lot of misunderstandings to clear up - You and Azriel smiled at each other, making the whole Inner Circle shocked.
-So, you two aren't going to be at each other's throats anymore? - Amren raised an eyebrow, a sly grin forming.
-Oh, we definitely will - You said when you looked back at them, your head finding its way to Azriel's shoulder.
-Just not today - He said and kissed you head, hearing some gasps from the table.
-Are we witnessing a truce? - Mor whispered to the General, who just shuddered, as confused as her.
-Let's just say we have a newfound understanding of each other - Azriel replied, you and him sharing a knowing look.
-Well, that's a relief! We were starting to wonder if you two were going to start a war right here in the Night Court - Feyre laughed, reaching out for her mate's hand.
-Glad to see you've made up. Just... maybe tone it down during future game nights? - Rhysand smiled after clearly speaking mind to mind with the Shadowsinger.
-Okay, so… the rules of the game? - Nestha questioned, her cards still secured in her hands.
-It doesn't matter right now, you can choose it - Az said, making everyone turn their eyes to him. Shock covered every face in the room. Never, in their lives, do they think Azriel would give up on something. They turned their eyes to you, expecting some remark.
-Yeah, you guys can keep going - A wave of gasps and terrorized looks were exchanged between your family - I think Az might be hungry, aren't you?
-I might be. Will you make me something? - He asked, getting so close to you that your noses almost touched.
-It will be my pleasure - You said before dragging him towards the kitchen, not even noticing the mouths of the Inner Circle opened.
-Uh uh, no. I prefer the war. Tell them to come back and fight again, I don't like the way things worked - Mor leaned back in her chair, disbelief covering her posture.
-You know what? I think this interaction was more scary than the Cauldron - Amren said, finally giving up her cards as she threw them on the table.
-Come on, it can't be that bad, right? - All of the older members looked at Nestha with scared faces, even Rhysand, who knew exactly what happened between the two of you - Okay, apparently it is.
-What do we do now? - Feyre finally asked after silence filled the room.
-We hope that this Court doesn't crumble down - That was all that Rhysand said as he began separating the cards again, a whole new game starting that night.
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Sorry to bother you but I’ve been getting into BSD and Chuuya’s my fave, but I’ve been seeing some contradictory things in fanfic so…
Does Chuuya actually have a god sealed inside him? I thought it was just like his power without limitations and was dubious of those takes, but since eldritch beings can apparently be a thing (and not an ability), I think it could be plausible either way.
Though even if it’s not I can see why people would use that route for some good angst.
This is not a bother at all! This is something I very much like to talk about
if you're really new I do recommend you go read both "Dazai, Chuuya, Fifteen Years Old" and "STORM BRINGER" light novels (but SB especially), not only are they great books with Chuuya as the focal point but they will help answer your question in depth (you can buy the English translations but I can help you find the translation online if that's what you need, just message me again)
The short version is that Arahabaki being an actual god, a separate entity from Chuuya that has a personality/a voice/desires, is a common fanon trope, but not a canon fact. The truth is more complex and much more fun, lore-wise, in my opinion
And now the long version, because I'm passionate about this and this is my excuse to deep dive into it (spoilers for Fifteen)
In Fifteen, Chuuya says this:
Chuuya himself presents "Arahabaki" as nothing more than pure power. No thoughts, no personality, but powerful for sure.
That phrasing in Fifteen created a lot of confusion I think, talking about gods as real but also not:
But I think it's more of a symbolic reference, talking about immense power that seem out of this world. Because in practice, as Chuuya said before, "Arahabaki" is simply raw power, not an entity. You can't pray to it, it can't understand you, it can't perform miracles (which is why he knew the Old Boss couldn't have been brought back by Arahabaki and it was all nonsense from the start)
I'm also putting part of the blame on the anime, where they decided (while not being exactly wrong either, out of context it's weird) to illustrate Chuuya "floating in a bluish-black darkness, surrounded by a transparent seal" and being pulled out by a hand:
like this:
When, if you actually reread that part in the novel with knowledge about Storm Bringer, it's actually this moment that was being referred to:
Which brings us to Storm Bringer! (heavy spoilers I'm serious)
"Project Arahabaki" was the Japanese government's attempt to create an ability weapon from an individual. They wanted to craft a singularity that could be used multiple times, thus granting them access to power that should not be accessible normally. They based their research on what France had discovered through Verlaine. The objective is to create a massive energy output through a self-contradicting ability, for which you need a vessel:
Chuuya is the device. "Arahabaki" is the massive energy. That massive energy can control gravity to the point of being able to create localized black holes! N implied that part of the lab's work for the Arahabaki Project was to modify Chuuya's body to be able to withstand the constant gravity effects on it so he doesn't just die. Chuuya's normal use of his ability doesn't seem to have any drastic effects on him, and his physical resilience (to getting hit, stabbed, poisoned, shot, electrocuted, to going through a black hole) does seem to imply they did succeed at least in part.
And this bit here explains why "Arahabaki" was the chosen name for the project; unexplained phenomena across History that can be linked to an ability going haywire, but were attributed to god-like interventions at the time. So you're a funny little mad scientist, you read research papers from another mad scientist that named their own creation after a mythological monster, and you decide to do the same with your own local folklore.
But!
There's still something to be said about how "Arahabaki" is a singularity, and therefore, has its own set of rules. Chuuya does loose control, Chuuya does regress to a sort of destructive instinct while under Corruption. But "Arahabaki" is still no more than an ability singularity. Here's what is said about Guivre and Arahabaki:
They are both singularity life-forms. They exist because they are singularities; outside of it, they are nothing. The inner workings of abilities are still mysterious, but most of them have a link to their wielder's desires. For example, Atsushi's Tiger is there to protect him, a mirror to his will to live no matter what. Verlaine's Guivre is similar:
Guivre was a beast born out of Verlaine's loneliness and resulting hatred. He felt deeply alone in not feeling/being human, and through Pan's (his "creator") special "programming" of Verlaine's ability, N was able to trigger the true form of his singularity with that flare gun and metal powder, which took the form of Guivre. It's what the hat was supposed to prevent, but Verlaine had already lost it by then.
Chuuya's Arahabaki is probably similar. Its first apparition was when Rimbaud tried to absorb him and use his ability for himself, and any subsequent use is linked to grief and survival. Basically, if they're their own entities, they are still born in a specific context and deeply linked to the original ability user's character. And Arahabaki? Only exists if Chuuya uses his activation phrase to get rid of the limitations put into place to prevent him from exploding:
More about about Corruption: SB is kind enough to give us an explanation on how the nullification process works, right here:
Chuuya's self-contradicting ability makes him able to control gravity through the sheer amount of energy it creates by permanently interacting with itself. It is kept under control through the use of an activation phrase, O grantors of dark disgrace, do not wake me again, which, after being either said or thought by Chuuya, will open his "Gate" (which I'm interpreting as a blocker put in place by the lab so the singularity doesn't just kill him, like those poor people they mentioned existed through History), and by opening it, "free Arahabaki's true power" (aka Corruption). When Dazai uses his ability on him, the base self-contradicting ability is nullified, which cancels out the singularity taking place, which stops Corruption and allows that "Gate" to close again. The red markings are there because they're cool and fun.
To conclude, I'll let Dazai do the honors:
bonus: what does that mean for Chuuya's ability?
bons 2: Perceived timeline of Chuuya's past and what happened to to create confusion around his humanity
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A Mystery Easily Solved
I’ve got to say, one of the best things about working on a courier spaceship is the downtime. Sure, some deliveries need constant monitoring, and some days we all need to multitask on other moneymaking ventures to make ends meet. But other times we’re doing fine moneywise, and there’s a nice long span of time until we reach our destination.
Today I was spending that time reading in the crew lounge, lying sideways on the couch so I didn’t fall through the tail gap, with Telly the ship’s cat purring against me.
Originally she was The Human’s Animal, restricted to my quarters, but that didn’t last long. Her adorable nature and pestcatching abilities won over everybody, even those of the crew who had exoskeletons that couldn’t properly appreciate how soft her fur was.
I was stroking that mismatched fur with one hand and holding up my reading tablet with the other when Mur walked quietly through.
(I say walk, though really there should be a different word entirely for movement that involves that many tentacles slapping against the floor.)
Anyways, I didn’t really pay attention. I was busy reading, and the lounge was open to anyone. Apparently the rest of the crew had other things to do, which was really their loss.
I didn’t notice when he walked by the first time, but when he came back, he was moving weirdly slowly. I peered around the tablet.
Is he trying to sneak up on somebody out in the hall? I wondered. He wasn’t looking at me, and the expression on his blue-black squid face was one of frowning concentration. I didn’t interrupt.
He moved into the hall, and did indeed have a conversation with someone there, but it was a hushed one that made me even more curious. I lowered the tablet as Mur came back in the company of Paint.
She also looked serious — a mottled orange lizardy person who was colored like the Painted Sunset she was named for, and who was rarely quiet or still. She seemed to be looking for something.
“What’s up?” I whispered. Telly flicked an ear, but only settled in deeper, still purring in a way that said she wasn’t going to give up her comfy spot any time soon. I kept stroking her while I set the tablet on the end table.
“There’s a mystery sound,” Paint whispered back. “Mur said it sounded like an engine problem.”
“We shouldn’t be able to hear any engines in this room, at least not that loud,” Mur said. “Did somebody leave a bit of machinery under a table?”
He seemed honestly baffled, and I hid a smile as it dawned on me what they might be hearing. “Which direction is it coming from?” I asked. “Is it over here?”
They did some careful listening and moved closer.
Mur climbed up on a chair. “Are you doing it??”
I shook my head, grinning and still petting the cat. “No, but you’re close.”
Paint moved in with her head turned sideways for listening. “Oh!”
“Oh what?” Mur demanded.
I shifted position just enough to disturb Telly, who stopped purring and raised her head with a meow of objection.
Paint laughed. “It’s the cat!”
Mur pressed tentacles against his own face. “I can’t believe I forgot they make engine noises.”
“They do,” I said with immense satisfaction, petting Telly again. “And I believe that serves you right for the tentacle-pop noise I couldn’t figure out awhile ago.”
He sighed like a deflating balloon. “Yeah okay, that’s fair.”
“How does she do that?” Paint asked, joining me in running a hand across Telly’s fur. “Oh, she’s so warm!”
Paint’s people are called Heatseekers for a reason. I told her, “She might sit on your lap if you’re still.”
Paint was of course delighted by this idea. Mur threw several tentacles in the air and declared he was off to do something productive with his time.
“Have fun!” I said. “We’ll be here petting the engine noises.”
He grumbled as he left. Telly made more sleepy meows when she was moved from one spot to another, but with two pairs of hands giving her ear scritches and attention, she settled down again.
Her purrs were loud, and Paint’s grin was full of joy.
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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!
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Classic question but which one of you would win in a fight? 👀 Either with or without stands
Polnareff: "Ah! Why don't we spar!" He rises from his seat, shouting with great enthusiasm.
"There's no better way to find out than with a bit of sparring!"
Avdol: "Hold on a minute Polnareff." Avdol raises his hand.
"It'd be wise for Mr. Joestar, Kakyoin, and Jojo to not engage in any fights right now, they're after all still healing from their injuries."
Polnareff: He sits right back down again, dejected.
"Right… s-sorry. I forgot."
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Joseph: "Hm, I wouldn't mind some sparring, I did do that quite a lot back when I was younger actually…but Avdol's right."
Joseph's toothy grin suddenly grew more mischievous.
"Good thing for you, otherwise I'd have gone old school on you lot. No stands? They didn't put hamon into the equation!"
Jotaro: "Isn't ''hamon'' supposed to keep you youthful…" He stared blankly at Joseph. And his aging features.
Joseph: "Wh-Hey!" Joseph uttered, offended.
"If you use it regularly! It was too much work to keep up… and even so, I'm perfectly fine like this! Have you seen other men my age?" He crossed his arms tightly, turning his head away.
Kakyoin: "Not that I know much about that ancient martial art of Mr. Joestar's, but if it were to come down to us having no stands… he does seem to have the upper hand. However-" Kakyoin's smug smile radiated confidence, speaking enthusiastically.
"With stands, that's a whole other discussion." His eyes lit up.
"No doubt would our confidence in our stands make for thrilling sparring, with the right strategy, I'd bet even Jojo could figure out a way to beat, say, my Hierophant Green's long range. Oh, but Avdol's also got a great arsenal of long-ranged abilities with his powerful flames… then I guess there's Polnareff's silver chariot, too, it does have its incredible agility." Kakyoin rambled.
Jotaro: "Figure out a way?… Didn't I already beat you once?" He questioned.
Kakyoin: "I wasn't In control that time." He tapped his forehead.
"You may have deflected my Emerald splash, but that's not to say I haven't got other tricks up my sleeve I didn't get to use."
Polnareff: "I think even I could deflect your Hierophant Green's ''Emerald Splash''! Were we to spar, Kakyoin." He chimed in with a cocky smirk.
Kakyoin: "Even if it did, can one blade cut through a consistent barrage of them?" Kakyoin quipped back, suddenly looking serious.
Polnareff: "Surely… You wouldn't even be able to tell how quickly and precisely my Chariot can cleave objects mid-air, were you to try it." He spoke with sudden gravity, returning the piercing stare.
"Or did you forget that quickly?"
Kakyoin: "…No, I haven't forgotten. But it's not just about if your stand could slice through my Emeralds or its speed, the moment chariot would move I'd have put up a web, and by then I could read your every move." Kakyoin's stare darkened.
"Would you have the strength and energy to keep up? I'd tire you out by the end of it." Kakyoin scoffed.
Polnareff: "Oh?" His brow furrowed considerably. "Well, Kakyoin. Unlike you, I don't reveal my secret technique so blatantly. Now when I know about your web, I already know what card I have to play to beat you!" His lips part into a confident sneer.
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Avdol: "If I may, again-" Avdol stepped in between the two with a sigh.
"While both your stands are undoubtedly powerful, I feel like this is very much a situation of circumstances. And, we will not be sparring anytime soon, so stop provoking the teenager." He shot Polnareff a look.
Joseph: From further away.
"Yeah! And uh, you didn't even mention my Hermit Purple, back with the… yeah!…" Joseph's gaze fell.
Polnareff: He staggers back, seeming surprised. "Provoking him? Come on, we were just having fun! We were both in on it; I wasn't trying to provoke Kakyoin!…" He showed a lighthearted smile to ensure he meant what he was saying
. . . "Did it come off that way?" He blinked, looking clueless.
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Avdol: "...Back to the point my friends, since we're recording all this into our answer, let's put it like this: all our stands have their strengths and weaknesses, and it'd take some deliberation to figure out. We cannot say for certain immediately, but perhaps the Speedwagon Foundation could run a poll among their employees about which of our stands they personally think would win." Avdol suggested.
Jotaro: "You can take me out of the roster." He interjects. "Plus, gramps looks like he wants to be included. So to even the odds-…" He pauses.
"I don't give a crap about this ''game'' anyway, is what I meant." (Totally).
Kakyoin: "…Fine. If that is what we're doing."
Joseph: "Oh! then how about we settle a vote between Kakyoin and Polnareff first? since that became a bit of a topic here."
Polnareff: "Bring it on!" He cheers.
[Some afterwords after this rather long text post! For one, I'm really honored you read this far. Thank you! I hope people will enjoy script-heavy answers sometimes when I and mod Blueberry don't have the energy or time to illustrate a full-on comic when we really want to do a long response to an ask, like the one above.
-mod Moon]
[Credits:]
[Script by mod Blueberry and mod Moon]
[Art by mod Moon]
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Ateez Reaction ✧ Giving you Comfort
✧ Ateez all members x gn!reader
✧ genre: reaction, comfort, fluff, (angst)
✧ warnings: none
Hongjoong:
notices immediately when you’re not feeling like your usual self
he knows you so well and is really sensitive to your mood changes, so at times he even picks up on a pending down earlier than you
then he tries to carefully nudge you into the right direction, to avoid you getting hurt too much
but when reality hits and you end up feeling really bad, he’ll be there to comfort you
he knows the ideal balance between when to offer you to talk about things and when to distract you, so you’re always thankful for having him at your side
so when you need it he will be there to listen and to try to understand your feelings to the best of his abilities
while other times he will put his arm around your shoulders in a comforting gesture and guide you to his studio to show you some of his newest songs he’s working on, asking you about your opinions on them to take your mind off whatever is wearing you down
Seonghwa:
lots and lots of pampering you when you feel down
tries his hardest to be there for you when you really need him, even in the midst of a busy schedule on his side
he knows what kind of food always cheers you up, so he will serve you home-cooked meals or randomly bring home your favourite take-out food when he’s done with his own work in the evening
lots of little touches and gestures to try to reassure you that he’s there and won’t leave your side
will let you wear one of his big hoodies as he takes care of you
also puts up scented candles around your place that have a calming smell, and makes sure your home is tidy and cleaned up in your stead
watches your favourite TV-show or movie with you, snuggled up to each other on the couch all through the night
when you fall asleep next to him, he picks you up and carries you to your bed, where he lies down next to you, to let you know he’s still here to protect you should you wake up sometime during the night
Yunho:
might seem like a lost puppy at first, but there’s noone better to go to if you need someone to cheer you up than him
he can be serious as well, but usually he’ll try to distract you and make you think of more fun things than what’s currently troubling you
would go to great lengths for you if he knows there’s a chance to cheer you up with a certain thing
like - he has gone out in the middle of the night before to buy you a huge can of ice cream that you then finished in one sitting together with him (the stomach ache you both had afterwards was definitely worth it)
will also sing cute songs for you and make you sing along with him by clapping and swaying from side to side along with the rhythm
lots of giggles and hugs as soon as he sees a spark of joy on your face
however, if nothing works then he will eventually realize and accept that, and just let you two coexist next to each other, holding you close and rubbing your back and shoulders while saying nothing
will wait for you to bring up your problem first, but if you don’t say anything he will assume that you don’t want to talk about it and not pressure you into talking
Yeosang:
I feel like he’s the type who wouldn’t do much, but help a lot through the things he does do
will definitely give you lots of space if he senses that you need it
he will of course also be there to listen if you want to talk, though he might sometimes not have something smart to say back
will try his best to cheer you up with small gestures, like bringing you food or buying your favourite snacks or taking you to a café you haven’t gone to for a while
a bit insecure about how to take care of you in a way that won’t upset you more at first, but over time he will figure out what truly helps you and he’ll eventually become a master of taking care of you
as soon as that’s the case, he will give you everything you need when you feel bad, and usually his timing is spot on too
craving hot chocolate or some kind of comfort food? he’ll be right there to serve it to you
feel like all you need is someone to hold you and to give you cuddles? he’ll already have his arms wrapped safely around you
will also talk to you in his calm voice about anything really, to keep your thoughts occupied with things that offer you some distraction
San:
he already takes care of the people around him well and very naturally, so when you feel down nothing much about that will change
he’ll probably sense that something’s up, but try to give you space, even though it pains him to see you struggling on your own like this
when you finally tell him what’s on your mind, he will listen to what you have to say and try to help you by giving you advice
but I feel like he’s also the type to just coo at you and then wrap you into a tight hug, attacking you with cuddles
he’ll let you cry if you need to, and otherwise just be there with you, holding you close
suggests taking things slow for a day or two and if he can he will ditch his own responsibilities to stay with you instead
you can game with him or listen to music together, and as he gets really into it he pulls you along into that happy space naturally
he’s only satisfied once he’s made you smile or laugh at least once, and he will stay with you that day if you want him to, letting you fall asleep in his arms peacefully
Mingi:
might seem like he’s a bit too hyper to properly notice how you feel but I think actually he’s very sensitive
so he will pick up on your sudden bad mood rather quickly
will immediately turn serious as well and unless you signal him that you really don’t want to talk right now, he will take you by the hand and lead you somewhere quiet to ask you how you feel and what’s troubling you
gives the best, most heartwarming hugs if you start crying and will make sure to rub big circles on your back and not let go of you until you have calmed down and the tears have stopped
will always be there to listen and understands your feelings very well, even when sometimes he isn’t the best at expressing himself in turn
won’t rely a lot on distracting you, unless you ask him to, and instead focus on talking about the problem and helping you find a solution to fix it
is super protective of you and doesn’t leave your side until he’s sure you feel better again
Wooyoung:
I feel like he’s the member who will have the most difficulties to comfort you, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t try his best to be there for you
he also doesn’t pick up on your emotions as fast as the others, but there’s actually a good side to that as well
because when you feel down due to something and he’s still in his normal hyper state, he’s the best natural distraction you can get
he’s definitely the type to be able to pull people along and make his own mood rub off on others, so when you’re around him while he’s happy, that alone helps a lot to make you feel better as well
however, when you need him to be serious for a while in order to discuss whatever’s troubling you with him, his mood will change rapidly and he will do his best to support you and to be there for you
will rely on you telling him what to do to help you most of the time, but sometimes he’ll come up with little (okay, rather huge, he’s Wooyoung after all lol) gestures, like bringing you flowers or baking you a cake or cooking your favourite meal for you in an attempt to make you feel his love and how much he cares about you
Jongho:
he’d probably be very serious when he realizes you’re struggling with something
he doesn’t want to pressure you to speak up about it, so he gives you space to bring it up yourself, but at the same time he keeps hinting at the fact that he knows something’s up
when you eventually break the silence he will make sure to be there for you to talk to him
he really wants to give you good advice, so he thinks about what to say to you hard, sometimes staying up all night pondering on how to help you
will definitely try to cheer you up, nudging you towards a better mood carefully by bringing up topics you like to talk about or by trying to make you laugh with his jokes
when it all doesn’t really help to cheer you up he’ll just wrap his arms around you and sigh, holding you close and stroking your hair in a comforting manner
he wants you to feel as alright as you can be, but he knows that sometimes you can’t avoid a bad mood, so he will let you be sad when you need to be
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How do you think the each Shelby would react with having a very tall, commanding female s/o who could probably give them a run for their money in a fight? Maybe she went to war disguised as a man too..
All the Shelby content I've read is with petite, delicate readers and as someone who is AFAB, 6'4", and works out; I'm kind of curious as to what they would be like around someone like me 😭
Alright, I'm sorry it took soooo long for me to answer your request 😅 I hope my headcanons make some justice bc the standardization in reader inserts is real
Arthur
• I'm not gonna lie, he'd be impressed by a woman taller than him, especially by the 1920s standards he's very tall himself, so it's needless to say he's surprised. However, Arthur works like a curious cat, at first he watches from far then slowly gets close.
• Consciously or not, I think Arthur is drawn to commanding people, he didn't put up a fight for the lead with Tommy and he married Linda, so as long as he doesn't feel his "masculinity" is being "disrespected" he's 100% up for the ride.
• Arthur's conservatisme is a complicated subject, he is still attached to gender roles but not too much, only reaching for them when he feels disrespected (like when Polly and Linda fooled him in s4). Therefore, he'll be surprised his girl can fight, he spent a long time in box rings and rarely saw women, so he's proud she can defend herself but also hesitant in being playful about it, he doesn't trust himself.
• However, after some time and reassurance, he'll absolutely want her to show her abilities. Obviously, not in a real fight, more in a coach/pupil way. He'll be glad in teaching her hits she doesn't know and learning ones he doesn't.
• If he found out she went to war, he'd be so utterly confused, what possibly made her go through all the risk of getting caught? Or worse, dying on the battlefield? He can't find a logical reasoning behind it even if she gives him one.
• Then things will be a bit awkward, they went through the same experience, maybe hers were a bit harder because she had to keep a disguise and yet, she doesn't seem fucked up in the head like him, of course she has her own traumas do deal with, but she doesn't seem bad as him.
• It might take a while for him to assimilate the news, but once he does, depending on her reactions, he might lean to her when the PTSD is hitting too hard.
• At last, Arthur is still a very protective partner, it doesn't matter if she can defend herself or not or if he has to stretch himself, he'll rest his arm around her shoulders.
Tommy
• This boy absolutely REFUSES to get on his tiptoes for a kiss, he'll grab her face and pull her to his height. He's tiny, bossy and very proud, at least when in public.
• Being also very commanding, their personalities might conflict or not, it depends if she sides up with him or not, if she does it's likely he'll have her sort like Billy Kimber had Roberts. However, he's still protective, so that's only with legal business.
• Out of the three brothers, Tommy is the one who least seemed to enjoy fistfights and he's way too serious to be playful about it, he'd hate the idea of his S/O having to defend herself alone and will be curious about why would a woman learn to fight like that.
• Now, finding out she was in France will be a shock to him, his reaction won't be big, he'll want to know why she did it then probably won't mention it again, assuming that like himself, she doesn't want to talk about it.
• At some point of the relationship, someday the family will be drinking together at the Garrison, for once everything is fine, they're all laughing and a bit drunk - and it takes a while for Tommy to get drunk - he'll take advantage of the fact her shoulder is near his cheeks to rest his head on it.
John
• He's a menace (affectionately) and in his eyes, he just found the perfect partner for his mischief. He'll insist she shows him her best hits and will have much fun playing fight or wrestling.
• John is very proud so even if she's making him struggle, he won't stop until he wins. It's a bit harder because he's also making sure of not accidentally hurting her, so his hits are actually fairly weak.
• He might be annoyed by her commanding personality sometimes, he's the head of his own family so he should be the one setting the rules, he knows she means no harm though, much like Arthur, if he doesn't feel like his "masculinity" is being threatened, he's all good, he might even answer her with "yes, ma'am" when he's in a good mood.
• Someday she'll get home and John will have sewn a blade in one of her hats. It's just a joke though, he's not fond of his S/O being part of the dangerous side of business, at most he's fine with her working at the betting shop.
• At last, he was quite young when he went to war, only 17 according to his own words, he rarely - if ever - talks about it, but I have the theory his reckless behavior is result of trauma, being so young in that ambient desensitized him to violence and he seems very proud of have fought, if she struggles with trauma he's not the best person to go to since he doesn't know how to deal with his own.
• John will comfort her with warm hugs and a glass of whiskey, but he doesn't have the most comforting words to offer, like his brothers, he's very much confused about why would she put herself through that.
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Breeding kink with Luci 👀 creative reign bby
One hell of a welcome
Lucifer x champion!reader
A/n: for context Angels are genderless, and they can freely shift between sex as they please, I stand by my statement. Dicks are hard to write about.
Warnings: kinda silly with a lil dark? Reader has a Harley Quinn personality in the beginning and likes being gory, Lucifer loving that, breeding kink, praise, degradation, powerbottom Lucifer, daddy Lucifer?, throne room sex, ooc Lucifer? bc fuck it (literally), dirty talk, kinda mean dom!lucifer, exhibitionism
Beelzebub really needed to give up on challenging you.
Up til now you have rejected the idea of a fight but recently the idea of making a proposal the next time he did seemed just too sweet, you didn’t think the prideful idiot would agree, neither did Lucifer in all honesty, when they challenged you this time after they set their same prize “if I win, you serve me instead of Lucifer” as if you worked for them? You agreed regardless, just for the amusement of it. “You know what I’m in a humbling mood, I’ll do it! but when I win, you give me your third part of hell, and maybe your skull.” You sounded amused, which was just a little concerning for the demon challenging you.
Lucifer cracked a very proud smile, it sure would be lovely to rule along your side officially, maybe your get rid of Azazel together too. “Are we sure that’s even allowed-“ Beelzebub looked around the room, waiting for somebody to say you couldn’t. Waiting for Lucifer or Azazel to defend him but all he got was a head tilt from Lucifer, examining him. “So Beelzebub, do you accept the terms of this challenge?” You ask dryly, sick of waiting for his jaw to snap back into place.
“Ambitious thing, you are. And dumb, very dumb. I accept your terms, ‘your majesty’” he replied mockingly, that cocky tone wasn’t gonna help him in any way. “You have a smart mouth, but can you hold your own against me without the help of the Morningstar?” He spat. “Are you proposing a ability based game, Beelzebub? And you say I am the dumb one..” you trail off.
The fight was over in seconds. You got the first move as the challenged, your very much useful ability, agony, making this a swift fight, with your simple command Beelzebub was brought to his knees. “Nobody said anything about pacing, right? Fair game?” You looked around the room, casually as Beelzebub succumbed to the pain, the few present had no complaints.
He had to call it though, the match would last as long as he held off, Beezelbub could chose to continue suffering until one of you tired and ended him or give up. “I will literally drive you insane, Kay? Just give up already I’m bored.”
“Beezelbub, stop making a fool of yourself and call it.” Said Azazel, sounding just annoyed.
You were sat on the floor near him. “Do u want me to help you? I’ll take myself out and everything!” He seemed to be annoyed by your teasing for some reason. “This is really sad, remind me again why and how he was allowed to co-rule?” You giggled then stoped smiling suddenly very serious and looked at him tilting your head. “I think I won, so I’m gonna stop now yeah? And if you try to strike back I will turn your insides into outsides.”
“Of course you caught yourself a crazy one.” Azazel muttered to Lucifer who was just amused watching and listening to you.
“Insanity is a beautiful thing in hell. It’s oddly satisfying isn’t it? How she talks and acts, fits right in, but can also be levelheaded enough to get things done, and done well at that, she can be as calm and collected as me when she really wants to, but what’s the point of that now? She’s simply having fun.”
Indeed you were. Beezelbub gasped for breath when you released the grip of agony you had over him. “I’d end you right now but.. I think it’ll be fun to watch you mope around while I proudly take your title as co-ruler and do your job better!” You patted his head and smiled. “Challenge me again and I will take it with my bare hands though, understand?”
You simply turned and skipped over to Lucifer giving him no time to respond. Sitting on their lap you kissed their cheek and looked up. “How’d I do!?” Azazel laughed. “Using agony first move? Nasty trick.” You frowned. “Yeah well I was- am tired of his shit!” You huffed and slumped against Lucifer’s shoulder, then they spoke. “Azazel, do us a favor and take him with you on your way out, we thank you.” Azazel did just that, and Lucifer locked all entrances once they left.
“That was certainly a show, dearest, how’s your head?” Agony took concentration, it wasn’t as easy as just commanding it upon someone, you needed to find their own, exploit it, and enhance it, giving you the worse headaches, it’s why you usually stuck with driving your opponents to their own demise, insanity came as second nature.
“Tortured! And it’s supposed to be my job to deliver it, not experience it!.. he’s lucky I didn’t end him.” You mumbled that last part, Lucifer sighed. “Must you be so pessimistic, have you forgotten you’ve won against one of the rulers of hell already? And you did it wonderfully.. such good girl.” Their lips met your neck and shoulders with open mouthed kisses while you fell silent.
“You definitely deserve a reward, don’t you think.. my queen?” you whimpered in response, hands coming up to undo their clothes while they practically tore away your own, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Lucifer’s hands made their way between your thighs, rubbing tight circles on your clit thought your underwear. “I want you to ruin these.”
“ooh please- daddy!” You cried. “Oh? That’s new, whats going on in that little head of yours, Darling?” that signature amused tone and smirk coming through as they spoke. “I want- I pick my reward. Want you to fill me up.” you moan grinding your hips against the bulge you were suddenly made aware of, making them hiss and grip your hips. “One hell of a request, pet.” Lucifer hummed and made quick work of the remaining clothes getting rid of them before pulling you fully onto their lap, you wasted no time on teasing or prep, supporting yourself on their shoulders slowly sinking onto their cock.
You ground your hips onto theirs while you adjusted, pulling a hiss from Lucifer. Their hands grip your hips forcing you to a stop. “Don’t be greedy, my darling. Don’t forget who’s in control here.” You nodded, just wanting them to fuck you senseless already. “I’ll be good, promise” you whined and pouted, wishing they’d just take you. “Don’t make me regret letting you be on top.”
“I want you to breed me- please Luci..” the second you started riding them, Lucifer started pounding into your cervix, hard and fast ready to comply with your begging. You cried out when you felt the pain and pleasure shoot through your body. “Don’t worry, pet. I’ll make sure you can feel me dripping out of you for days.” The grip they had on your hips was painful, definitely going to bruise, as they repeatedly slammed you down to meet their thrusts.
“Everyone’s gonna know the new queen of hell likes getting stuffed until she can’t walk, do you want that? my pretty little whore.” You only whimpered at their words, earning yourself a slap against your thigh. “Answer me, doll.” Lucifer pounded into you with abandon making your body tense you moaned out. Another slap and a twitch of their hand before they gripped onto you again. “Yes yes! I want- daddy!” You cried, practically falling onto them as your body move on it’s own chasing your high.
“Finish that thought, pet.” You clenched around them and their hips stuttered for only a second before going back to their bruising pace. All you could hear was their groans and hisses, your moans and the sound of skin slapping. Kissing over their neck you decided to mark them as they would you, making them moan. “Such a good whore, aren’t you? So pretty for me..” a hand ran down the line of your spine making you shiver and sigh, such a soft gesture, silently reassuring.
“Go on, pet.” Oh, you’d almost forgotten. “What do you want, pretty?” “I want them to know I’m all yours.” You stuttered and Lucifer hummed in response. “Oh they know.” There was a smugness in their voice, but you didn’t understand why just yet. You wondered what they meant only for a second before they angled their hips, hitting constantly right against your g-spot.
“Oh fuck W-wait- luce!” Your legs were shaking, it was too much. You couldn’t keep moving. “What’s wrong pet? Too weak to keep going?” You knew it wasn’t really a question. So you didn’t answer.
Lucifer did it all for you. Their hand sneaking between your legs rubbing your clit. That was all you needed before you screamed, your grip on their hair tightened and your body curled into them, your orgasm triggered their own and the feeling of them filling you up made your eyes roll back as your forehead rested on their chest, panting. You swore you lost all your senses for a minute before you felt their hand squeeze your hip.
You hummed, spreading lazy kisses all over their chest while you both recovered, and after a while you noticed it. “Did you-“ they chuckled. “About half an hour ago.” Hell has never been quiet, but it’s never this loud, not near the throne room anyways, not unless Lucifer summons them. You turned red. Opting to just stay hidden in their neck until the embarrassment faded. “I thought it was proper way to officially welcome their new queen, no?” That fucking smirk.
You hummed, spreading lazy kisses all over their chest while you both recovered, and after a while you noticed it. “Did you-“ they chuckled. “About half an hour ago.” Hell has never been quiet, but it’s never this loud, not near the throne room anyways, not unless Lucifer summons them. You turned red. Opting to just stay hidden in their neck until the embarrassment faded. “I thought it was proper way to officially welcome their new queen, no?” That fucking smirk.
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Academic Rival!Taehyun x Reader
Prompt: "You've never kissed anyone?" "No" "Do you want to change that?"
Word Count: 3154
Warnings: suggestive themes, some curse words
Part Four of The First Kiss Series
*a/n: it's their senior year so all the characters here are 18
Another day, another argument. Multiple arguments. He couldn't let you rest easy in a single class you shared.
His name was Kang Taehyun, and he was the bane of your existence.
Or so you thought.
Since you met in middle school, he was determined to put you in your place and keep you there.
Initially, it would light a fire within you, and you would give him the desired reaction. You also found it gratifying to witness his reaction when you revealed your scores, always matching or even surpassing his once in a while. Though as you got older, you both found it tiring to keep up such a serious, childish rivalry. Now in high school, you two still competed, but it was no longer a priority to beat him.
You never hated him, as much as your friends and classmates would like to think otherwise. He definitely had a way of getting under your skin, but you couldn't deny the thrill of competing with him. It seemed like he enjoyed it just as much as you did.
The one thing that really got to you though, was how attractive he was. It was unfair that one person could possess such a combination of beauty, intelligence, and athleticism. If he ever found out about the way you think of him, he would never let you forget it. You might even be tempted to punch him, although it probably wouldn't faze him one bit.
It was finals week this week, and the whole school seemed to hold their breath when you and Taehyun would cross paths. Some eager to witness whatever the two of you would argue about, others rolling their eyes knowing that you would tie for first place yet again. You stood in the hallway, fiddling with your hair and fixing your outfit in the small mirror on your locker door. As you adjusted the collar of your shirt, you caught a glimpse of Taehyun approaching in the reflection. His strides were confident, his expression impassive. You braced yourself for another round of verbal sparring, mentally preparing your counterarguments to whatever he might throw at you today.
"I hope you're ready to lose the debate in english today," you quipped, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.
Taehyun scoffed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Don't be so sure of yourself," he retorted, leaning against the lockers beside yours.
"I'll have you know that I've been practicing my persuasive techniques. You won't stand a chance."
You rolled your eyes, refusing to let his taunts get to you.
"We'll see about that," you replied, your voice laced with confidence.
As the two of you engaged in your usual banter, exchanging witty remarks and challenging each other's abilities, the bell rang and some of your classmates lingered. Your classmates had come to expect this daily spectacle between you and Taehyun, always eager for some entertainment amidst the stress of finals week.
Ignoring the spectators, you and Taehyun made your way to the classroom, still trading playful jabs. It was an unspoken agreement between the two of you that no matter how intense your rivalry may seem to outsiders, it never crossed the boundaries of personal attacks. Deep down, you both had a level of respect for one another's abilities and intelligence.
As you entered the classroom, your teacher, Mr. Park, stood at the front, a fond smile on his face.
"Ah, my favorite academic rivals," he said, chuckling.
"Today's debate topic is quite interesting, and I believe it'll put your skills to the test."
Taehyun and you exchanged a quick glance, already knowing you'd be put on opposing sides. At this point, it was a given that even your teachers wanted a front row seat to whatever was happening between you. They knew putting you on the same side would be no fun.
You two have worked together before, and to everyone's surprise, you worked well together. You complimented each other and knew what the other was thinking before it was even said out loud.
As the debate began, you and Taehyun fell into your familiar dynamic, arguing fiercely yet eloquently. The classroom buzzed with anticipation as you presented your points, countering each other's arguments with clever rebuttals. It was intense, each word spoken with conviction and passion. The rest of the class watched with bated breath, captivated by the intellectual battle unfolding before them. It was clear that the two of you were evenly matched, pushing each other to excel further. It ended with your side winning, your closing argument leaving everyone stunned.
Mr. Park congratulated both of you on an outstanding performance, praising your eloquence and critical thinking skills. As the applause filled the classroom, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. You glanced over at Taehyun, who was wearing a small smirk, his eyes sparkling with admiration and competitiveness.
That was your last class of the day, and you had promised to accompany your friend to play rehearsals after school. She was on Taehyun's side during the debate, and like everyone else she sat back and watched.
You gathered your books and made your way out of the classroom, feeling a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration after the intense debate. As you walked through the hallway, your friend caught up with you, her eyes wide with excitement.
"Wow, that was amazing!" she exclaimed.
"You and Taehyun were on fire today. It got kinda hot in there, I'm pretty sure everyone felt that tension between you."
You laughed, brushing off her comment.
"Oh please, it's just friendly competition. We're used to it by now."
You and your friend continued to walk down the hallway, eventually arriving at the auditorium where you sat on stage waiting for the rest of the cast to show up.
"Maybe for you," your friend said, raising an eyebrow.
"But something tells me there's more to it than that. I mean, come on, the way you two go at each other's throats sometimes... there's tension and then there's tension, you know?"
You scoffed, trying to hide the blush that threatened to creep onto your cheeks.
"You know I'm right, you're both smart and insanely hot, why not date and then take over the world?"
You couldn't help but let out a chuckle, shaking your head at your friend's wild suggestion.
"Oh please, you're just fantasizing. Taehyun and I are better off as rivals. It keeps things interesting," you said, pulling out your water bottle.
"Okay, if you don't want to date him, then fuck him. Relieve some of that tension."
You spluttered, choking on your water. You couldn't believe what your friend had just suggested.
"Are you out of your mind?" you exclaimed, finally regaining control over your breathing.
Your friend laughed mischievously, thoroughly enjoying your flustered reaction.
"I'm just saying, the sexual tension between you two could power a small city. Why waste it?" she teased.
"You're ridiculous," you replied, rolling your eyes at your friend's persistent teasing.
"Fine, just kiss him then," she continued, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"A nice, passionate kiss to release some of that tension. It'll be like fireworks exploding!"
You groaned, feeling your face grow hotter by the second.
"Seriously? You're relentless."
Your friend just grinned, clearly enjoying herself.
"Why are you so against it? It's cause I'm right, isn't it?"
"You're impossible," you muttered, trying to hide your growing embarrassment.
"It's not that I'm against it," you said, your voice filled with resignation.
"I just... I've never kissed anyone before," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
Your friend's mischievous grin faded, replaced by a look of surprise and understanding. She reached out and gently squeezed your hand, offering comfort in her touch.
"Hey, it's okay," she reassured you softly.
"There's nothing wrong with being inexperienced. Everyone starts somewhere."
You let out a sigh, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you confided in your friend.
"I know, but he can't know that. He'll use it against me or something like that."
Your friend nodded sympathetically.
"My lips are sealed, don't worry."
You smiled gratefully at your friend, appreciating her loyalty and understanding. The conversation shifted, and you both began discussing the upcoming play and the rehearsals that awaited. As the rest of the cast trickled into the auditorium, you focused on waiting for your friend to get into character and channel her energy into the performance.
The following day was relatively uneventful, with most of your time spent writing final exams. During lunch, you opted to go to the library and focus on preparing for your upcoming chemistry final next period. As you sat alone at a small table in the quiet corner of the library, your mind wandered back to the conversation you had with your friend yesterday. You couldn't help but replay her words in your head, the teasing suggestions and the underlying truth. You immediately dismissed the idea of "fucking him" as she put it. But the notion of kissing Taehyun, just to release some of the undeniable tension between you two, lingered in your mind.
As if on cue, Taehyun walked into the library and took the seat right next to you. You pretended not to notice his arrival, keeping your eyes focused on the book in front of you.
"Studying for the chemistry final?" he asked, sounding as if he was mocking you.
You glanced up at him, a sarcastic smile playing on your lips.
"Impressive, Taehyun. You have such an astute eye, just like Sherlock Holmes. Yes, I am studying for the chemistry final. Is there something wrong with that?"
Taehyun leaned back in his chair, studying you with a playful glint in his eyes.
"Oh, not at all," he replied, his voice laced with amusement.
"But I must say, it's a shame to see you wasting your time studying when there are much more interesting things we could be doing," he added, leaning in closer to you.
You raised an eyebrow at his suggestive remark, trying not to let his proximity affect you.
"What are you implying," you mumbled, eyes glued to your textbook refusing to meet his.
"What am I implying?" Taehyun repeated, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"I'm just messing with you, you should see your face," he chuckled, pulling away from you.
You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment wash over you.
"Maybe you should be the one studying right now. We both know I'm better than you in chemistry," you countered, pretending his words didn't bother you.
Taehyun's voice dropped to a teasing whisper.
"You know," he said, smirking mischievously, "for someone who seems to be so confident, there's something I find hard to believe about you."
You raised an eyebrow, trying not to give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of you.
"And what's that?" you challenged, pretending to be uninterested.
"That you've never kissed anyone," he said with a sly smile, as if he had just uncovered your biggest secret.
You felt your heart skip a beat, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. How could he possibly know about that? You narrowed your eyes at him, searching for any sign that he was bluffing. But the twinkle in his eyes told you otherwise.
"Who told you that?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.
Taehyun chuckled softly, leaning even closer until his lips were dangerously close to your ear.
"Oh, I have my ways of finding out things," he whispered, his warm breath making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
His "ways" being that he was backstage yesterday, helping a friend with the props for the play.
You swallowed hard, your mind racing to come up with a response.
Taehyun leaned back, an amused grin still playing on his lips.
"Judging by your silence, I'm guessing it's true."
"You think you're so clever, don't you?" you said, your voice small but laced with irritation.
Taehyun shrugged, his eyes flickering with a mixture of amusement and something else you couldn't quite decipher.
"Just answer me, you've never kissed anyone?"
You took a deep breath, summoning your courage before replying.
"No."
The admission hung in the air, and you braced yourself for Taehyun's reaction.
"Well," he drawled, leaning even closer until his face was inches away from yours.
"Do you want to change that?"
Your heart raced as Taehyun's words echoed in your ears.
You stared into his eyes, the tension between the two of you palpable.
"Stop fucking with me," you whispered, your voice barely audible.
But Taehyun didn't break eye contact; instead, he sat up straight in his chair.
"I'm not fucking with you," he said gently, his voice devoid of any teasing undertones.
"I'm serious."
The library suddenly felt suffocating, the weight of the moment bearing down on you. Then in that moment, instinct took over. Ignoring the rational voice inside your head, you leaned in slowly, closing the distance between you. Your lips brushed against Taehyun's with the softest of touches that sent an electric shock through your entire body. The tension in the room shifted, and the air crackled with anticipation.
Taehyun's eyes widened in surprise as he realized you were actually kissing him. It was a kiss filled with curiosity, a mingling of lips that spoke of unspoken desires and uncharted territory. Taehyun's hands found their way to your waist, attempting to pull you closer, but the arms on the chairs were in the way.
You both laughed softly as you tried to adjust your positions, awkwardly maneuvering around the obstacles.
"Get up," Taehyun whispered, his voice filled with urgency and a newfound hunger.
You nodded and complied, getting up from the chair and his hands found their way to your hips. He lifted you to sit on the table and stood between your legs, his hands gripping your waist tightly.
"Better," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.
You could feel the heat radiating off his body, the intensity of the moment overwhelming yet exhilarating. His lips crashed onto yours again with a sense of urgency. Your mind went blank as Taehyun's kiss deepened, his tongue gently sweeping against your bottom lip. You parted your lips, allowing him access as the kiss turned more passionate, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed. Unsure of what to do with your hands, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. He groaned into your mouth, his hands gripping your waist tighter as the kiss grew more intense.
The sound of hushed whispers and stifled laughter reached your ears, reminding you that you were still in the library. You pulled away from the kiss, breathless and flushed, looking nervously around the room.
"Shit," you muttered as you saw people whispering to each other and texting with a sense of urgency.
Taehyun's eyes were still locked on yours, his expression holding both satisfaction and hunger.
"It looks like we've gotten carried away, forgot we were in public," he said softly, a playful grin spreading across his face.
"You knew exactly what you were doing," you replied, your voice holding a sense of accusation and amusement.
Taehyun leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your ear once again.
"Well, maybe I had an inkling," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
"But it seems like you enjoyed it too."
You couldn't deny the truth in his words. As much as you tried to play it cool, your heart was still racing, your lips tingling from the electrifying kiss. You had enjoyed it more than you cared to admit. You glanced around the library, realizing that the attention was not going to fade anytime soon. There were whispers and pointed stares from the other patrons who had witnessed your impulsive moment that could've escalated even further.
Without another word, you grabbed Taehyun's hand and led him out of the library, the eyes of the other patrons following you as you made your escape.
"Where are we going?" Taehyun asked, his hand tightening around yours.
"Anywhere but here," you replied.
"I don't think I can handle any more judgmental stares."
You walked briskly through the empty hallways, still holding Taehyun's hand tightly. Finally, you found an empty classroom and pulled Taehyun inside. The door closed behind you with a soft click, shutting out the prying eyes and judgmental whispers.
"Everyone is probably going to know about this by the time the period ends," you murmured, leaning against the closed door for support.
Taehyun stepped closer to you, his gaze filled with a mischievous glint.
"Let them talk. I'm not ashamed of what just happened."
His fingers grazed the side of your face, sending shivers down your spine.
"I'm tired of hiding how I feel about you."
You were taken aback by his confession, but you didn't show it. Instead you stepped closer to him, closing the distance between you further. Taehyun's breath hitched as you traced a finger along his jawline, your touch feather-light yet electrifying.
"I feel the same way," you finally whispered, your voice barely audible.
He closed the remaining distance between you, his lips finding yours once again in another searing kiss. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth with a fervor you couldn't resist. The bell rang, and you pulled away from him breathlessly.
"You're already getting good at this kissing thing," he whispered, a playful smirk on his lips.
"You of all people should know that I'm a fast learner," you winked, the heat still lingering between you.
A knock on the classroom door interrupted your moment and you both looked at each other. Taehyun moved to open the door, revealing your friend standing there with a knowing smirk.
"What is this I'm hearing?" she asked, raising an eyebrow showing you her phone.
You rolled your eyes and laughed, trying to compose yourself.
"Nothing, we were just having a... private study session," you replied with a smirk.
Taehyun chuckled beside you, playing along with the excuse.
"Yeah, we were studying some... anatomy," he added.
"Well, next time try to be a little more discreet," your friend advised, unable to hide her amusement.
You both nodded, exchanging a knowing glance as your friend left the classroom, closing the door behind her. Alone once again, you turned back to Taehyun, unable to hide the smile on your face.
"You know," you began, playfully poking his chest, "we really should study anatomy sometime. Might come in handy."
Taehyun raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.
"Oh, I'm more than willing to explore every inch of your anatomy," he replied, his voice laced with suggestion.
You let out a laugh before swatting his arm lightly.
"That's not what I meant!”
a/n: this ended up being a lot more than just a kiss oops, I had fun writing this one though.
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Maybe Jason Todd x reader who has Spider-Mans abilities? Ik Spider-Man is marvel but I think it would be pretty interesting/cool little crossover thing :) bc like SPIDER-MAN POWERS>>
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Jason's first reaction to your Spider powers would be pretty loud and enthusiastic. He meets heroes, villains and other vigilantes all the time but you're abilities are something he's never seen before, and since he wants to get to know you this means he wants to know all about your abilities too.
If you use them to fight crime then he's going to be pretty distracted by the things you can do when he sees them for the first time. You seem so agile and capable with the abilities you have that he wonder's what kind of training you may have had. Also, he does get slightly jealous as to wanting abilities like that of his own similar to how a child would until he realises that your ability to swing using webs would be too much like something Dick would enjoy doing.
He'd be more than willing to accompany you, or at least watch out for you on the side lines if you're used to dealing with crime by yourself. He knows that not everyone grew up in a vigilante family like he did, so he wants you to know that he'll give you all the space you need until you want to do this together with him and use both your skills to an advantage.
Jason is very curious how he may have not heard about someone with spider-like powers roaming around Gotham before, and it's because of this that he assumes you must be pretty young and haven't yet established a well known persona for yourself. If this is the case then he'll go out of his way to drop hints and make people aware that you're around to help when he's helping people in need so that civilians and kids have a natural trust towards you.
The one and only thing that annoys Jason about you having spider-like abilities is the connection to animals. Not that he's found you and he constantly surrounded by reminders of Bruce he's sick of having to hear animal related vigilantes around him, but at least yours are genuine and not just used as inspiration for a frightening costume.
He likes to watch as you use your skills and abilities for mundane and everyday things, such as using your webs to drag things towards you or being able to climb pretty much anything with ease. He usually watches while you do this, but it also makes quiet rooftop meeting with you pretty interesting.
Your senses definitely come in handy during a fight, and he's very much grateful for them. Because of your senses you're able to defend and protect people who may be in danger or other vigilantes when facing a criminal and villain better than his reflexes could ever manage, whilst this also furthers your reputation as someone there to help others once word spreads around.
Swinging through Gotham would be a fun new thing for him to experience, even though he does make his way through Gotham using grappling hooks sometimes. However, really taking the time to go through Gotham without looking out for danger gives Jason a new found way to experience the freedom that you've been experiencing for a while.
Having spider-like abilities also comes with a lot of danger, as certain villains and criminals will be on the look out for you, both to cause you serious harm and to potentially use you for their own personal gain. Jason will be on the look out for things like this and will be the first to jump into action if anyone tries to target you.
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I Crave Your Taste ⋆⭒˚。⋆
HEY so like uhhhh it’s been a while bc I’ve been being an absolute girl queen pussy BOSS and I’m essentially running my golf course alone like 60 hours a week so I haven’t had much free time 🥲 ANYWAY I present to you uhhh this!
CW: reader is hit on by a creep, punching, brief mention of blood, dom!ish?reader, sub!ish?Leon, fem reader, mf uhhh yearning, pining, uhh some longing and desiring, a little languishing (Leon is stupid,) p in v sex, unprotected sex (DO NOT DO THAT,) Leon uses every pet name in the book but that’s cuz he loves you, man I can’t think of anything else I’m writing this on the clock. If I missed anything let me know pls my angels mwah!
Word count: 2,145 words of Leon drowning in misunderstanding trope
“Oh my God, are you fucking jealous?”
Fuck that guy. Leon couldn’t stand him. The way he pawed at you, the way he stared at you like you were something to fucking eat. He swears he could kill the bastard. He gripped the glass in his hand hard, wondering absentmindedly if he might break it but not able to bring himself to care. Why did you have to come to this bar with that guy? Why didn’t you want to go with him?
You’d told him you were going on a date this morning in the break room of the station when the two of you ran into each other in search of coffee. He faltered, almost dropping his coffee cup, but he knew he had no right to say anything. The two of you were best friends and had hooked up a handful of times, but it was never more serious than that, not that Leon didn’t want it to be. He loved you desperately, he had from the very beginning, but how could he tell you that? You were perfect, beautiful in every way and he knew he was lucky to even have this small part of you. There was no way he was messing that up by spilling his guts for you and potentially driving you away, so beyond your close friendship, he kept you at arm’s length.
That’s precisely why you were going on this date. You didn’t like the guy all that much, but you were head over heels for Leon and he certainly didn’t seem to feel the same way, so the other man was a convenient distraction. Every time you tried for some intimacy that wasn’t sexual, Leon would seem to lose interest. He wouldn’t hold you after sex the way that you liked. It’s not that he would skip aftercare altogether; he’d get you cleaned up and situated to the best of his ability, but he’d either leave your apartment right after or wouldn’t touch you.
It’s not that he didn’t want to hold you after sex. God, he’d give anything. But he knew that the second he had you in his arms in any way that was that tender, he wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut or his heart steady. He wasn’t risking that.
The two of you were at an impasse, and that’s what landed you at this bar at 10 o’clock on a Friday. The guy you were on a date with was okay, what was his name? James? Jake? Whatever. He was impossibly boring and a little gross, so you didn’t feel the need to memorize his name since you didn’t think you’d be seeing him again. He was also wildly drunk and had his arm around you, squeezing you a little tighter than you thought was necessary, but the date seemed to be winding to a close, so you figured you’d have your personal space back shortly. You paid your tab (there was no way you were letting this guy spend any money on you,) and turned to your date to say goodbye.
“Well,” what was his name? Better just skip it. “I had a lot of fun, but I think I’m going to head out. I’ll call you, okay?” You absolutely would not call him. He stood, swaying a bit.
“Come on, little lady,” he leered at you. “Don’t you want to come back to my place?” Fuck no, you didn’t, but you tried to stay polite.
“No thank you, but I’ll talk to you later, okay?” You turned again to leave but he grabbed your arm, pulling you in close to whisper in your ear.
“You really think you get to just leave now?” Your blood ran cold. No fucking way. You tried to wrench your arm away but he held fast. “Don’t fight me on this, kitten, you know you owe me.” He leaned in even closer to flick his tongue against your earlobe, nearly making you gag. Then he was gone. What?
He lay on the ground in front of you now, hands covering a bloody nose someone had delivered him. Who? Your eyes shot up and locked on Leon’s, a soft expression on his face as he looked at you despite his bloodied knuckles. When did he get here? Leon turned away from you to look back down at the man, his expression changing to icy in an instant.
“If you ever touch her again, I swear to God I’ll kill you with my bare hands,” he spat. The man scrambled to his feet and darted through the crowd that had started to form, rushing through the front entrance of the bar full tilt. Leon looked back at you. “My car, now,” he snapped, holding his hand out for you but giving you the choice to take it or not. You did.
He helped you into the passenger seat of his Jeep, closing the door behind you before getting in the driver’s seat himself. “I’m taking you to my place,” he told you, leaving little room for argument. You nodded.
The ride back to his apartment was quiet, both of you not saying anything from when you climbed into his car to when you plopped down on a chair in his tiny kitchen. You watched him cross his kitchen to the little sink, wetting a rag to dab at his now scabbed-over knuckles. He winced, and you stood from the kitchen chair to take the rag from him and help him.
He stayed silent and let you wipe away the blood. Two knuckles had split but not badly enough to need stitches, which you told him. He thanked you as you used a paper towel to dry off his hands. You hadn’t looked him in the eyes once during the entire process, and hoped he didn’t notice. He did.
“Why?” He asked you. You knew what he meant, but pretended you didn’t.
“Why what?”
“Why him? Why not me?”
You sighed. He knew damn well why, which you told him. He shot back that he definitely did not. You relented.
“Because,” you mumbled, “I want something that you won’t give me. I figured I wouldn’t find it in him, but I’m not going to get it from you, either.”
He was still confused. What in the world were you talking about? You saw him tilt his head to the side, his brows furrowed. You sighed.
“I love you, Leon, I have for a long time. I know you don’t love me back and I understand that, I’m okay with it, that’s why I’m looking for it elsewhere.”
“What?” He asked, eyes wide. You were frustrated now.
“I love you! I love you, okay?” You threw your hands up, tossing the bloody rag in the sink. “How many different ways do you want me to tell you, Lee? I’m fucking tired of-“
“Oh my God,” he cut you off. You were annoyed before, but now you were pissed.
“‘Oh my God,’ what, Leon? What, are you disgusted or something? Jesus Christ-“
He cut you off again, this time not by speaking over you but by pressing his lips to yours. Huh? He pulled away, your eyes still wide.
“I love you too.”
He loves you too. He loves you too. Holy shit. You grab the sides of his face and pull him in for another kiss, taking him by surprise. He let his hands fall naturally at your waist, trying to seem nonchalant, but he fisted desperately at your shirt and moaned high in his throat when you sunk your teeth into his bottom lip. He pulled away, eyes lingering on the string of spit connecting your mouths before he ducked his head to place wet, needy kisses to your throat.
“Please, honey,” he begged between kisses, his hands wandering. “Please let me touch you. Promise I’ll make you feel so good, please.” You pulled him away from you by his hair, and he whined pathetically.
“You want to touch me?” You asked, one eyebrow raised. He nodded. “Get on your knees and beg.”
You expected him to protest, but he didn’t miss a beat. He knelt down in front of you lightning-quick, hands on your thighs and the most desperate look in his eyes you’d ever seen. Perfect.
“Baby, please, I’ll give anything, I’ll do anything, just please let me touch you, let me taste you, I’m desperate, honey,” he pleaded.
“Bedroom,” you ordered, and once again he obeyed. He stood and slung you partway over his shoulder, making you laugh before making the short trip to his bedroom and throwing you down on the bed. He did nothing else, though, seemingly waiting for more instructions. You obliged. “Undress me.”
He nodded once and began to undress you, starting slow but getting sloppier and more desperate as he struggled with the button on your jeans. You took pity on him and undid the button and the zipper, allowing him to pull your jeans and panties off in one motion and throw them to the floor without any further interference. He reached to dip his fingers into your pussy but you grabbed his wrist, making him whine.
“So quiet until now, what happened?” You teased. He whined again.
“Wanna touch you, please,” he begged. You shook your head.
“I’m completely naked and you’re fully dressed. Do you really think that’s fair, Lee?” You questioned. He shook his head. “Undress yourself then.”
He began to take his own clothes off, somehow more desperate that he’d been when he’d undressed you. You managed to stifle a laugh when you heard the tear of fabric, wondering what he’d just put a hole through in his rush. You slid off the bed and stood when he finished, pushing him to lie down instead before climbing on top of him, straddling him just below his cock. He whined, reaching out for you. Part of you wanted to deny him, to punish him for all he’d put you through these past few months, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You relented, allowing him to grab at your waist and lift you up as you used your hand to line his cock up with your entrance before he pushed you back down, sheathing himself completely.
He threw his head back into the pillows beneath him, golden hair strewn everywhere and sticking a bit to his already sweaty forehead. His teeth were gritted, pretty blue eyes pricking with tears as he squeezed them shut, fingers digging into your hips. He cried out in a way that could have been pathetic if you didn’t love it so much.
You gave him a moment to regain his composure as you sat atop him, but the second his heavy panting began to even out, you lifted your hips and slammed them back down, causing him to cry out again.
“Fuck, baby, feels so good,” he moaned, lifting his hips to meet you in the middle of every thrust. As the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, he circled your clit with one thumb, trying desperately to keep up some semblance of a rhythm.
You ground against him with every thrust and were worked up enough physically and emotionally to know you weren’t going to last long.
“Lee, Lee I’m gonna cum,” you panted.
“Oh, honey, please cum on me, I wanna feel you squeeze me, feels so fucking good,” he rambled, his hips stuttering a bit. He was close too.
The circles around your clit became more sloppier and more desperate. Leon was trying like hell to get you to cum before him because he knew he wasn’t going to last.
“Come on, my pretty girl, cum for me, yeah? Please, please cum, I want it so bad, sweet thing,” he whined. A particularly sharp thrust finally sent you over the edge.
The rhythmic clenching of your pussy around him sent him over as well; he soon followed you, spilling into you with a cry. You rode him through both of your orgasms, finally lifting yourself off him when the aftershocks died down. He whined at the overstimulation and the feeling of his own cum dripping out of you onto his stomach. You laid next to him with a huff, your legs exhausted.
For the very first time, Leon pulled you into his arms and squeezed you tightly as you lay beside him, one hand rubbing your back gently. You pressed your forehead to his chest, allowing yourself to enjoy the genuine intimacy he was finally affording you, but the feeling was cut short by another more unpleasant one that made you grimace.
“Lee, I gotta get up. Your cum is oozing out onto the sheets.
“Stay here for just a few more minutes, sweet girl,” he replied sleepily. “I’ll help you change the sheets later.”
YEEEAAAAH I LOVE MISUNDERSTANDING TROPE
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TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT SENJU
Everything Everything? That's maybe a lot but sure
She is the leader of brahman and created the gang along with Wakasa, Benkei and Takeomi to beat Mikey.
Her full name is Senju Akashi however she prefers to go by Senju Kawaragi because she likes how mysterious having another name is.
She likes chocolate mint ice cream
Senju values her family a lot and wants them close by. This mainly seems to include her two older brothers, Takeomi and Sanzu.
She doesn't have any friends her own age when she meets Takemichi.
Senju loves festivals/ fayres and used to go to a specific one with Takeomi and Sanzu as a kid.
As a child she was constantly chasing after Mikey, Sanzu and Baji.
She was also raised by Takeomi (and partially her Grandmother since her dad worked a lot).
One time she took Mikey's toy plane to play with, accidentally broke it and then lied saying it was Sanzu who broke it. This caused Sanzu's scars and Senju to live with the guilt for years.
She blamed herself for Draken's death
Senju also hid her true fighting abilities from Takeomi as a way to protect him from corruption.
She spent a lot of time fighting and Benkei and Wakasa's gym and beat all the guys there. It's implied they helped train her.
Sanzu was the one who taught her to fight as a kid
She enjoys shopping
In one timeline she sacrifices her life to save Takemichi's
She's very good at switching her personality from fun to serious (much like Mikey).
In the final timeline she ends up being a youtuber with Sanzu.
In the final battle she takes on the role as 5th division captain of toman but in the good timeline she's the 5th division vice captain.
She gets told to be more girly often
She tried to make friends with Hakkai but he ignored her because she's a girl and Senju assumed he didn't like her.
She tried her best to stop Wakasa and Benkei from killing Taiju. She also had no idea why they were with kmg and looked kinda upset by it.
Senju once kicked Baji because she thought he was a random guy bullying Emma when it turns out they were just practicing martial arts.
Senju is ranked #2 on the worst drivers list
She is also ranked #2 on the best singers list
She is ranked #1 on the big eaters list
She is #3 on longest eyelashes
And is #1 on worst with words
As well as being #2 on the not needy when dating
She is 154cm, 48kg
Her birthday is the 10th of September 1991 (virgo)
A is her blood type
Everyone knows her as the unmatched Senju
Cherry blossom pink is her image colour
She likes to be conspicuous
She dislikes Takeomi when he intrudes
The octopus hold is her special skill
Antonio Inoki is her admired person
She is scared of no one
Her dream is to be a star
While in toman in the good timeline she's part of a group with Kazutora and Peh where they try to take down Mikey, she's the only one who's serious about it though.
She likes reading manga
Because Sanzu is often banned as the 5th division captain she seems to take over his duties a lot.
She hates getting wet
She lives with Takeomi (at least during the brahman arc)
She has a penguin plushie
She also has a lot of training equipment in her house
She has no problems taking Takeomi's card
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Over the liminal mindscape
I love and hate how this show's ending is completely left up to interpretation, mainly because of Wirt and Greg's potential deaths and how that makes me feel about the show as a whole. It attaches a sort of bittersweet feeling to it which I'm not too sure about. more on that soon though.
Anyway, when paying even just an inkling of attention to this show, you can almost immediately connect the dots and come to the conclusion that none of the adventures (for the most part) actually happened. This conclusion is heavily drawn from the frames we see at the very beginning, of Wirt, Greg, and Jason Funderburker (the frog) drowning. (ep 1)
and from the frames where Wirt wakes up in the water after having said goodbye to Beatrice, saving his brother and the frog by carrying them both out of the water. (ep 10)
Taking into account that Wirt, Greg, and Funderburker all fell into the water moments before almost getting hit by a train, which we discover in episode 9; Into The Unknown, I think it's pretty safe to assume that this is, in fact, the case and that OTGW takes place in either a mental space or a physical limbo, occurring while they are all in the process of drowning.
Another thing I'd like to mention is that OTGW is heavily based off of Dante's Inferno, which, in the simplest of summaries, is a poem about a journey that begins in a forest, leads through hell, and eventually into heaven, hence the theorized death I mentioned earlier. It's actually pretty easy to spot where these references and homages lie, for example, the formula of the story is somewhat similar, and the characters take on similar roles. (for example, Virgil: Beatrice/Woodsman(?)or even Greg in some cases, Beatrice: Sara, Dante: Wirt.) (please read Inferno or a summary of it to fully understand this if you haven't already because it's actually really interesting).
Rewatching OTGW with this in mind led me to realize a lot of things that I originally passed off as unique writing choices with no actual meaning behind them. Then again that could be the case but what's the fun in assuming that?
Upon entering the unknown, we're launched into a universe with a seemingly ever-changing time period. Characters talk funny and fancy, dress and act as if they're from the 1600s-1700s, and none of our protagonists seem particularly fazed by this (except for Beatrice, occasionally) with Greg using a phrase such as "brother o'mine" and Wirt's dramatic poetic rambles. Everything feels very inspired while also being all over the place, almost as if it's been composed from memories, lying in the pits of somebody's mind...
Wirt is a Huge Nerd.
If I am to believe that this show takes place in one of our protagonists' minds, which I do in fact believe, then I would say that that protagonist has to be Wirt. Wirt has a tendency to go on poetic spiels, even dropping two of them in the very first episode. Accompanied by his teenage boy dread (being a nerd at 14 is tough) and his overextending knowledge about curious things, which he showcases in his exclaim at Beatrice's ability to talk and his comment about one of the rooms in Endicott's mansion (below), It becomes a glaring possibility that OTGW is primarily from Wirt's point of view, with the Unknown existing solely in his head.
I've actually seen this point argued before, with some people mentioning the black turtles on the poster in Wirt's room or just his entire room in general. However, if true, that doesn't really answer the question of whether the unknown exists as a physical space or a mental one, having no supernatural effects on the real world.
2. The Implications of the Bell
Okay, so, listen.
I hate to be the kind of person who goes "Well it's probably just a fun and silly bit that doesn't actually mean anything." but I'm gonna be that person anyway, or at least I'm not going to assume character death because I don't want to and free will is a thing blablablabla. I will however be serious for a second and try to provide a tangible reason for why I think this scene doesn't have any real-world implications.
For one, this scene immediately jumpcuts to a voiceover, followed by scenes that serve as conclusions for the stories of the characters we've met along the way, all of them being positive. I think this serves the purpose of letting us know the story did in fact have a good ending, with Wirt learning how to treat his brother with respect. I also think that ties into the theory above.
Not only does the unknown serve as a mental limbo but it also serves as a lesson for Wirt in particular. This journey is riddled with self-critique, characterized as Beatrice, all the while Wirt is drowning and realizing he's not only failed himself but his brother as well.
3. The Beast
Surprisingly I haven't mentioned the beast yet even though he's very important to the story. The beast represents a couple of things, one being death and two being the overarching, real-world problem. Those may sound like the same thing, and honestly, they are depending on what you think the problem is. To me, it's Wirt's relationship with, and treatment of Greg in the real world that bleeds into the universe of the unknown.
The exchange that Wirt has with the beast at the end of episode 10 fully encapsulates his character growth. The characters his mind has created have actually taught him something, that being; wallowing in sorrow and accepting your fate is just going to lead you further down this winding path, or in this case, to the bottom of this lake. You will never get home.
Unlike I've seen others suggest, this is not a story of a boy failing and dying while so wrapped up in his own fantasy, eventually residing in a false heaven. Instead, everything is put back where it needs to be.
From the forest, through the unknown, and finally, back home.
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M*A*S*H 4077 & DND
guess who started their m*a*s*h rewatch around the same time they've gotten into d&d and now cannot stop thinking about the utter chaos and hyjinks of The Gang trying to play a campaign. it starts with none of them really super into fantasy roleplay, but they're all So Fucking Bored they might as well play to have something to do.
it started off imaging just what role they'd each play, but now I couldn't stop myself from imaging each person's race, class, AND, just for fun, the dice they'd use!
hawkeye: isn't that bothered about races, probably either an elf or just a human. class is paladin, relating the paladin's 'call for good' something like the oath doctors take to always help and heal patients, no matter what (and, let's be honest, probably feeds into his egotistical nature at being a naturally skilled surgeon, as if he was 'called'). cannot be Asked to care about ability scores (only to deeply regret it when he's nearly off'd the first battle) except for pouring most of his points into charisma. mostly likely of the party to Fuck his way out of a confrontation (no matter the other's gender #bihawkrights). spends most of the campaign messing around and forgetting what his spells are, but when the party hits a serious battle, is the first to throw himself in and use any spells to help his friends before himself. originally wasn't that interested in the game, but overtime becomes one of the ones who gets really into it, screaming across the board at ppl's bad roles and cheering & trying to pick ppl up in glee when they win.
dice of choice:
(just the most wack-ass coloured dice I could find, metaphor for the inside of his brain (also this way he can tell if anyone tries to conceal any as theirs)).
radar: while interested in the fantasy stuff (being a comic reader), was a little intimidated with all the math & rules involved until hawkeye and bj convince him. part of me thinks he could be a halfling or dwarf, but then I think he might enjoy being a humanoid creature like a minotaur (farm boy) or a satyr bc of his love of animals. class is bard, where he carries/plays the drum. enjoys and gets really into the story, but is always flummoxed when it comes to the battles, asking what everyone else thinks his character should do (only for everyone to yell back several different answers). always needs a couple of seconds of mental math to add his modifier to dice rolls (me too radar) but when the party comes across a riddle or puzzle, is usually the first to figure it out. keeps trying to pick up small creatures to put them in his sack. is not allowed to talk while people make their roles bc of too many times where he's predicted the number before they can read the dice (the moment of hawkeye's saving role during a Big Bad battle was kind of ruined when radar elatedly jumped up at the nat20 before the dice even left hawk's hand).
dice of choice:
(cute little puppers!)
margaret: at first is staunchly against it, calling it childs' play, but eventually is worn down by hawk & bj and is also so bored, she gives in. thought she might be an elf, but in the end chooses genasi, picking fire power. chooses the fighter class, leaving hawkeye to make a remark that gets a dice thrown at his head. doesn't really get super into the meta of the game or the story (often tells the dm to get on with it and cut to the action) but does love to play, where it overtime becomes a good outlet for anger ('the demon tries to approach you, margaret what do you-' 'I SLICE OFF HIS KNEECAPS WITH MY BATTLEAXE!'). is a good player until the roles don't go her way ('you only rolled a 10, so your attack doesn't hit-' 'SCREW YOU! KLINGER GIVE ME YOUR 18 ROLE!'). is pretending like she isn't having fun but everyone can see through her.
dice of choice:
(these seemed the most like margaret, elegant but not too girly).
henry: is also peer-pressured into joining. picks barbarian class so he doesn't have to think about spells. tries to pick human bc all the other races were 'too complicated' but got told due to his class, he has to pick a more built character like an orc, so an orc he ends up being. but he's bad at it, often either trying to escape a battle or by being a peacemaker, trying to persuade the monster out of battle but with such a low charisma score, it usually ends up with him getting clonked over the head and margaret jumping in before he's killed. keeps trying to give his gold to poor peasants they meet along the way. doesn't understand any of the mechanics. rolls so many nat1's that nobody will switch dice with him anymore, thinking his are cursed. the game is often more stressful for him then not, but he enjoys the time with his friends.
dice of choice:
(I dunno, for some reason when I think of henry I think of a dark orange/amber).
potter: prolongs joining, thinking he's too old for it, but is also peer-pressured and eventually caves, thinking it'll be good for morale. chooses dwarf and for his class to be an old wizard. doesn't understand half the rules, spends most of the time muttering under his breath as he goes over the manual, radar (un)helpfully leaning in beside him to explain. but once he gets the hang of it is a good team member; is the only other person besides margaret to take the hints and puzzles seriously and without him (+her) the party would probably be making circles lost in some boundless woods somewhere. cheers his teammates on when they make a high roll or powerful move and only occasionally has outbursts ('well colonial sir, you need a 16 or higher to cast-' 'MULE FRITTERS! I said cast magic missile and that's an order!!!").
dice of choice:
(same thing - when I think of potter, I think a dark blue).
charles: the last of the group to get into it. completely refused and repeated that 'he was far too smart for that kids' stuff' and everyone was wasting their time. but when someone had to dip out of the campaign last minute to deal with a medical thing, charles was brought in as filler with the promise of a day's R&R. at first I thought high elf, but switched to dragonborne, of the noble variety of course. chooses sorcerer (blessed with some innate magic, as his ego prefers). constantly complains about the needless complexity of the rules and why bother having ability scores when it's the modifier that counts???? is always arguing with the dm on his rolls. uses up half of his turns to use mage hand to steal hawkeye's things or cast ray of sickness on him when he's being annoying - but, when it comes down to it, is one of the more strategic players and has gotten them out of many sticky situations. like margaret, is pretending he isn't having fun, but isn't immune to jumping up with the others over a saving nat20 role, at one time even excitedly picking up a confused radar. in the end, swallows his pride to shyly ask if he can join the party finally ('you know, it'll, uh..it will give me something to do during those boring intervals, and clearly this group needs all the brains it can get..' '..charles, you wanna come play with us?' 'well, if I must..').
dice of choice:
(the snootiest of dice, a pure gold colour).
mulcahy: also initially intimidated by the mechanics, but is happy to play a game with his friends. a possible half-elf or maybe a wise owlin. cleric, obviously. gets invested in the storyline, often applauding the dm's story or asking 'what happens next???" only to be told to wait till the next meet. one of the few who has actual healing spells and probably the only reason everyone didn't die in their first battle. a nerd who enjoys solving the puzzles. actually gets into the lore and one time had a deep, 2 hr conversation with radar & hawkeye about the disenfranchisement of some of the races and the hierarchy of the class/rule structure within the fantasy realm, and how it relates to theirs. the next day, radar came to his tent to show him a little sketch he did of his character in cleric robes, shrugging it off, but mulcahy loved it so much he pinned it up on his tent walls.
dice of choice:
(inspired by one of my favourite mulcahy lines, when he's talking about missing holding services in real churches - 'I am rather fond of stained glass', which I always think of whenever I see stained windows. tried to pick the ones that emulated the colours best (also would've liked maybe a light, forest green colour; it just feels mulcahy-esque to me).
klinger: one of the first to join bc what else what he gunna do but sit in his tent, sewing up pantyhose? rogue class, of course, relating to the 'urchin' background. changeling race, so that way with his class he can hide at any moment, and also, as he says, 'can perfectly match his outfit no matter what he looks like!' tries to follow the storyline but doesn't have the attention span for it, half the time guessing the wrong answer to any clue or puzzle (will come and poke the dm awake in the middle of the night with his patrol gun, claiming to have figured it out). second after hawkeye to try and Fuck his way out of a situation. cannot do math to save his life, making margaret often rip his dice away from him to add it herself. will gang up with hawkeye to use his pickpocket skill on charles. resourceful enough to have tricked the villains multiple times and gotten away with it but will also roll to try and kick the villain in the nuts to see what happens.
dice of choice:
(these just screamed klinger to me; I like the dark, 'masculine' colour contrasted with with the colourful flowers).
bj: thought I missed him? well, I saved the best for last bc bj...is the dm! ha ha! no one really in particular stood out, but after thinking on it, he seems like the best fit. first, I was thinking of the episode 'the kids' where he gets really into the story he's telling, full of voices and sound affects and all. and secondly, our kindly mustacheo'd doctor loves Mind Games and pranks - what better way then stringing his friends along into one big, zigzag puzzle? bj loves nothing more then having his friends on the edge of their seats, only to pull out a bad guy the group thought they got rid of months ago, glee in his eyes watching them combust into screaming and table flipping. getting a thrill during off hours, hearing hawkeye & charles hastily whisper across bunks to each other on the campaign thinking he can't hear them, or getting shaken awake by margaret in the middle of the night, demanding answers. he spends hours planning out the campaigns in the tent (and finding new places to hide his papers from hawkeye), sometimes writing peg about it and occasionally - if the timing of the mail is right - using her suggestions she writes back. but mostly, bj just loves watching his friends have a good time - cheering each other on and hollering with each battle won, feeling proud of them for everything accomplished (when he doesn't have to babysit hawkeye & charles from casting spells on each other, trying to answer radar's 49th question on how rolls work, or keep margaret from solo fighting the demon fifteen levels above her).
dice of choice:
(idk, these just feel 'bj hunnicutt' to me).
other camp members:
- frank: was only let in Once after margaret begged hawk & bj, saying it was only fair. initially picked human bc 'they're clearly the purest and most civilized race!!' (causing eyerolls), quit thirty minutes in after being told he couldn't be a fighter 'cause they already had margaret and that he couldn't just 'set all his abilities to 20', calling them all nerds and angrily throwing a d20, only for it to bounce back on the tent beam and hit him in the eye.
- some of the nurses have occasionally filled in, but otherwise don't play outside of margaret (most of their time was filled up with hawkeye using his character to flirt with theirs). one time nurse kellye filled in; she played a cute little halfling druid, and her and radar teamed up to help rescue all the forest animals, much to the groups chagrin.
- zale & igor: permanently banned. both tried to eat the dice on a dare.
campaigns are held twice a month in the swamp, with drinks and stale pretzels to go around. use to sometimes go all night but after one too many nights of clambering arguments over each other's rolls, the whole camp banded together to force a curfew. while the game only exists within the swamp's quarters, they'll once and a while jokingly call each other by their character's names (and if you're margaret, one time accidentally using it to call hawkeye to surgery, which he now never lets you live down). during the last campaign of the story, radar pulls out another drawing he did - this time of everyone's characters, standing valiantly over the dragon they slayed. it now has a place of honour hung in the swamp.
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Highlights Summary of the new event in MHUI
The LOV gets a fancy new hideout!
They immediately take out a load bearing wall and cost the PLF hundreds of thousands in property damage. :)
The chaos begins bc Twice made a bunch of clones for the league to beat up spar with-- Twice thinks they should be able to mop the floor with their clones because they all powered up during their fight with the MLA (with Compress futilely attempting to point out that Twice’s clones all have the same exact combat ability as the originals), and Spinner is a little mean and asks the clones to just go away (lmao). Clone!Dabi and Clone!Tomura’s feelings get hurt, Clone!Tomura retaliates by decaying part of the PLF villa and Clone!Dabi just starts setting stuff on fire. Completely healthy expressions of sadness as always, boys!
The league eventually defeats their wildin’ clones, but are left with a very-large-very-noticeable-very-on-brand hole in the side of the PLF villa. They decide to do the logical, forthcoming, and responsible thing and hide all evidence of their involvement.
The League: >talk about how good and experienced they are at hiding evidence
>They proceed to get caught immediately.
Rather than own up to anything, they all run away and hide in a dark room. These are the guys that destabilized all of Japan.
Side note: Tomura’s blasé reaction to whatever hijinks the LOV instigate is one of the best things about their group dynamic. Like yeah, Tomura, this might as well happen. they’re having fun so what the fuck ever right. no matter what insane bullshit they get up to, he just hopes it kills him first.
“Are you The League of Morons!?” D... Do you want a serious answer.
They encounter Skeptic, who was apparently just…. Sitting alone in that dark room, monitoring the league through hidden cameras this whole time?? Most of the league is understandably creeped out. Noticeably, Tomura doesn’t have any real reaction to his privacy being invaded by either the LOV (who barged into his room without knocking at the start of the event) or Skeptic (who again, basically admitted to monitoring him in his bedroom through surveillance cameras) at any point during this event— which fits with his lore about growing up under constant video surveillance by AFO. :’) Let’s give the MHUI devs a round of applause for their canon compliant fridge horror!
Skeptic diverts attention away from his voyeurism by calling the league out for destroying PLF property. ReDestro and Trumpet also appear, much like ineffective chaperones on a middle school field trip, and scold the LOV for their wanton property damage (this is made funnier when you remember that Tomura absolutely cratered the base of their operations like a week ago-- ya’ll knew what he was about). Trumpet asks the LOV if any of them are able to use their quirks to fix the damaged wall.
Tomura’s suggestion for fixing the wall? Just destroy the entire villa and rebuild it from scratch (smart). He even offers to lend a hand returning the settings to zero (kind). He gently but firmly emphasizes that the LOV is a team and reminds Trumpet that there is no “I” in anarchy (patient)-- Destruction is OUR thing. :)
Trumpet knows a landmine when he sees one and immediately changes the subject from “fixing the wall” to just having the LOV clean up their own damn mess.
The league spends a good few minutes talking about the best way to clean up the debris and lamenting that the pieces of rubble are too big for Mister C to compress… with all of them casually forgetting that Tomura can just decay the pieces of rubble, until he chimes in at the last minute while seeming kind of offended that they forgot (thanks, Boss!).
Tomura reminds them that he is an honors student in destroying things and that he can totally decay pieces of building with one hand and that if sensei had been here he would have TOTALLY given him a good grade in senseless property damage-- >:(
Ujiko appears at the end of the event and spoils the fun immediately with his usual ominous bullshit-- because we know it’s not a *real* LOV-centric event unless we’re reminded about the Constant Unspeakable Horrors surrounding Tomura’s whole existence somehow. The end!
TL;DR: Everyone say thank you to MHUI for continuing to capitalize on the LOV’s potential for whimsical and mildly unhinged hijinks.
Bonus cute LOV found family + shipping crumb stuff under the readmore:
The event started with Tomura confined to bed in the PLF villa, recovering from the injuries he sustained fighting Machia and the MLA. He’s hurt pretty badly, but relieved that the MLA/PLF has loads of money bc it means he can recover his HP in peace, quiet, and comfort--
--Just Kidding ☆ The League decides that he can Sleep When He’s Dead and barges into his room without knocking. Tellingly, instead of getting angry or telling them to get out of his room, Tomura is just resigns himself to the fact that he’ll never have peace or quiet with the league in his life and immediately joins in on their hijinks. The amount of affection he has for the league is palpable. Rest in chaos, Shigaraki Tomura.
Tomura broke his leg in the fight with ReDestro, and it’s become difficult for him to move around as a result. The league decides to strong arm ReDestro into making Tomura a wheelchair so he can play with them explore the PLF villa with them. The painkillers possessing Shigaraki Tomura think this is a great idea, so he tells ReDestro make him one. ReDestro folds like a lawn chair and agrees immediately while Skeptic shrieks about budget restrictions in the background. It’s all very fun.
There’s also something mildly amusing about Compress being the only one to call ReDestro by name, while the other members just call him “that guy” or “baldy” or “PIGGYBANK WHO BUYS ME NICE THINGS AND OINKS ON DEMAND That CEO.” Further evidence that the LOV is just a group of disaffected teenagers, part 5ive hundred sixty seven--
Tomura nearly collapses from his injuries, and Twice quickly clones himself and catches Tomura before he falls (this is somehow faster and more efficient than original!Twice just catching Tomura himself-- just admit that you wanted Tomura to praise you for cloning yourself again, Twice). Their relationship remains tooth rottingly adorable.
Spinner is also still riding the high of his gay awakening, for those who are into ShigSpin, and he spends most of the event fussing over Tomura’s injuries.
We also get a Dadpress moment when the LOV reflects on how they’ve gotten stronger, and he mentions that Toga’s fight-to-the-death with Curious “warmed his heart” (Compress?? Bro??? She almost died????). Toga immediately channels the spirit of a bratty teenage daughter and she tells him to stuff it.
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