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bite-sized-devil · 1 year

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Piggy Back Rides

You've had a particularly long hard day at RAD. Exhausted and dreading the walk home, you ask your favourite demon brother for a little favour.

Was going to do these in groups, but they just kept getting longer and longer. Apologies my fellow simps, please enjoy them one at a time starting with the eldest and finishing with the youngest.

Warnings: None! It's some fluffy fluff. GN! Reader.

Satan

Truly, you didn't want to bother him. That's what you told yourself as you crept up behind the the chair he was currently sitting in.

He looked so engrossed in the book he was reading, what you were planning surely should be a crime. Oh well, you were in a mood and it's always fun to tease Satan.

On tippy-toes you continue on your path of annoyance. Ever so slowly you reach your hands out ready to pounce on him.

"MC, I know you're there." He says without so much as a peep in your direction.

"Boooo Satan, you're no fun." Pouting as you say it.

Your hands still stay the course, connecting with his broad shoulders then sliding down across his chest as you lean in to look over his shoulder.

"I apologise, next time I'll pretend I don't notice when you enter a room." He teases you as he turns a page. He's acting to unfazed by your close proximity but you know you felt his breath hitch when you started sliding your hands across his chest.

Rolling your eyes you remove your hands from around his chest and move to stand in front of him with your hands on your hips.

"First of all, as if you could. Secondly I have a better idea of how you can repay me for ruining my practical joke." You say as you bend down so your face is level with his.

"Hah, ok sure. What do you have in mind?" He quirks his eyebrow as he finally looks up at you. Closing his book, and giving you his full attention.

"A PIGGYBACK RIDE!" You yell excitedly, eyes closing as you smile at him.

He's glad you closed your eyes when you hit him with that smile, it's giving him an extra minute to compose himself. Fuck, you're cute. He hates the idea of owing anyone but he'd be happy to owe fate one for sending you to him.

When you open your eyes you see a bored expression, but the slight pink tint to his cheeks gives him away. You know he secretly loves it when you annoy him, that's why you sought him out.

"Let's go Satan, I can even read to you while I'm on your back so you don't have to miss out on the exciting part of your book." Reaching out you grab his free hand and start tugging on it

"Hey! No spoilers MC. But fine I can give you a piggy back if that is what you wish." He gets up at the same time you give a particularly strong yank on his arm.

You squeak as you start to fall backwards, but a strong arm reaches around and catches you, pulling you back against his hard frame.

"Have you always been this clumsy? Or is it for my benefit?" He chuckles and lets you go once you are steady on your feet.

"Hmm maybe a bit of both actually, I kind of like having your arm around me." You flash him a sly smile, but he misses it as he turns his back to you a little to quickly.

"Just get on will you." He says sounding exasperated, he shakes his head and crouches down for you. You think maybe your teasing has gone to far until you see how red is ears have become. Nope, he's just trying to hide his reddening face from you.

Placing your hands on his shoulders you jump up and wrap your thighs around his waist. One of his hands come down to grip your leg, holding you in place, while the other holds his book out to you waiting for you to grab it.

"Page 152, please." Is all he says when you take the book from him and he grabs your other leg with his now free hand. Hoisting you up further on his back before he begins to walk towards the door to the library.

You begin to read, smiling softly as you feel his appreciative hum vibrate through your chest almost like a purr.

Satan takes his time carrying you home, you are unaware but he's circled the same block 3 times already. He doesn't want this time with you to end just yet, loving the feeling of having you pressed against him.

Your voice as you read to him is so sweet, he's going to have to reread this chapter when he's alone because he can't seem to concentrate.

How your free hand keeps rubbing circles on his chest only to stop and grip his shirt when you get to a particularly exciting part of the book.

The way your breath keeps tickling the side of his neck. Making him glad he's wearing his jacket or you'd be able to see the goosebumps that keep raising on his arms.

Feeling you giggle against his back when you find something amusing in the words you're reading. He thought hearing your cute giggle was hard enough, but feeling you loose yourself a little is driving him mad.

You come to the end of the chapter at the same time Satan announces you've arrived.

"Oh, that worked out well!" You say as you hop down from his back. He "mn's" in response. He secretly hopes you don't think it too suspicious how 'well' it really turned out. He was a little concerned you hadn't wondered why it took so long to get here. But not so concerned that he wanted to voice it.

You open the door and start to walk inside, getting halfway up the stairs before you turn back to him.

"Satan... Can we finish the book in your room... Together?" Flashing him another one of your dazzling smiles when the last word leaves your lips. How could he ever refuse you?

"Of course MC."

You slip your hand in his as he meets you on the stairs. His fingers tighten against yours, feeling the blush bloom on his cheeks. He doesn't turn away this time. He lets you see it as you both walk to his room.

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lwtkmm · 1 year

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Most likely to turn into a yandere for you.

Tw : yandere behavior, stalking, murder, unhealthy obsession, abuse?

Mammon

This may sound odd but yeah Mammon will definitely turn into a yandere for you

He would turn into a yandere quickly but it will take him some time to realize this because of his tsundere behavior.

You are the only person who's so nice to him, always there for him, the only one who loves him so much.

He loves the feeling of being loved and cared for. So if anyone tries to take that feeling away, he won't hesitate to 'eliminate' that distraction.

Also being the avatar of greed, he wants you only to himself.

he'll need a lot of love and affection from you since he's never really had it.

Won't hurt you but if you try to run away, he won't be that nice .

You should ask him and only him for help, it boasts his pride.

" I told ya to stay away from Mc. They're mine and only... MINE "

Leviathan

I mean, come on, this guy is literally the avatar of envy.

Another one who'll turn into a yandere quick but he'll also be aware of what's happening to him.

One of the worst guys to have as a yandere because he's overly jealous of every freaking thing.

You looked in some other direction for a second while he was playing? he's jealous. You look like you're thinking about someone else and not him?he's jealous. You looked at a 2D character for too long? He's jealous. You answered the teacher's question? He's J-E-A-L-O-U-S.

He wants your attention all to himself and when he doesn't get that he'll guilt trip you.

" Of course you wouldn't want to stay with a yucky otaku like me "

Like Mammon, even he loves the feeling of being loved and cared for by you and as he's extremely jealous, things might get really nasty if someone tried to "take mc away from him"

Since people tend to lose their mind when angry due to jealousy, he might k!ll the person 'trying to take you away' in a very gruesome and violent way.

And if you don't listen to him, he'll drop his shy levi mask. He's one of those yanderes who'll mentally break you to think that you only need him and no one else.

He'll even go as far as harming his brothers if he thinks they're getting in his way.

Don't even exist around someone who's not him or you'll become lotan's meal.

" Mc, I'm sorry I'm covered in blood, I swear I didn't mean to gouge that demon's eyes out or haul his Intestines out . "

Belphegor

Canonically a yandere

Though his feelings won't immediately build up.

After lesson 16 incident, you usually stayed away from him.

And he swore that he didn't care, taking his usual naps.

But he started noticing how you're so nice to others and whenever he was around, you left that particular room in fear and disgust.

That bothered him. He started to interact with you but you always ignored him or ran away.

He slowly becomes desperate and that's when the yandere-ness starts to trigger.

He hates that you don't even look at him.

He wants you to only talk to him. Most likely to tie you up so you can't leave since he's mostly napping.

Might cast a spell on you if you're not drowsy enough to take a nap with you.

Belphegor will most likely manipulate and gaslight you to think that the others around you want to hurt you and he's the only one who cares about you .

He'll make sure that in the future you only look at him and no one else.

He wants you totally at his mercy. He won't hurt you physically ( maybe he will) but he'll break you mentally.

Another guy who'll get really violent and messy while dealing with 'distractions'

Another guy you wouldn't want as a yandere

" Hah... You think they care about you? The only one who cares about you is me. And only ME. "

Barbatos

Idk how do I explain this but barbatos would most likely turn into a yandere for you.

He might even already know that something like that would happen, thanks to his powers.

So he would try and stay away from you

But the sad look on your face whenever he turns you down.

Or the smile on your face when you talk to others. The smile that should have been only his to see.

He slowly gives in to his feelings.

He's never had someone who he loves romantically so yeah you're not escaping him anytime soon.

Invites you to the castle for tea often and tries to make you stay there for as long as possible.

He's definitely jealous of how close you're with Diavolo.

You start noticing that your friends at RAD are slowly "disappearing" . Even Diavolo and Lucifer can't seem to figure out why the students are so suddenly disappearing.

And surprisingly Barbatos' "secret torture room" is more active than usual lately

And one day when you're invited over for tea, you suddenly wake up to find yourself tied to a chair with Barbatos looking at you lovingly.

And he's scary so you'll definitely not try to run away (unless you're into pain)

He'd even go as far as defying Diavolo and using his powers to choose a suitable reality to live in.

" I apologize my love, but I had no choice. I'll make sure that the ropes don't hurt you much. "

Solomon

Idk how to explain this either .

But i can see him as a yandere.

He's had so many lovers and they all died, he's afraid to fall in love with someone else.

He shielded his heart so much but that's until you come along, he couldn't help but fall in love with you.

He's even forgotten the names of his past lovers but you're different, you make him feel desperate to have you.

And since he knows that you're a mortal and he's not, he can't help but feel protective and obsessive over you... To the point where it's unhealthy.

Will use the excuse of teaching you to spend more time with you.

He wants you to spend every moment with him since you "don't have much time".

He hates how you spend so much time with the demons. Come on Mc, he's the only Human there other than you, you should spend more time with HIM not THEM.

He's kind of stalkerish, has stolen your clothes, has his wall covered in your pictures.

The only one who'll actually tell you his feelings since he can't stand seeing the brothers with you.

If you refuse then he'll definitely kidnap you.

He'll probably cast a spell on you that'll make you love him.

Demons at RAD that try to get close to you will become his experiment test subjects.

Will definitely try to make you immortal.

" Don't worry, darling... I'll make sure you'll be mine.. Forever "

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none. readers gender is kept ambiguous as always

↳ song: teir abhaile riu—david downes

masterlist!

• The Doctor had crash landed in a field somewhere off the coast of Great Britian, a rough six hundred years before the destination he had been trying to reach

• TARDIS was a champ about it of course, taking the beating without so much as even a dent, but that did nothing to quell the Doctors complaints. He had meant to be visiting modern London, not a completely unknown century

• "Bloody hell." He sighed to no one in particular, running a hand down his face dramatically before pouting. "I really need to start inputting those numbers in a wee bit carefully, aye?"

• That's how you had found him next to the TARDIS—hands in the pockets of his trench coat and glancing idly around the surroundings, looking completely out of place in the rolling green hills

• You had been ordered by your captain late last night to take over the mornings rounds by all yourself, hence the lonesome trot you were partaking in along horseback around the country side

• Still, after seeing him things didn't stay lonesome for too long

• "Hault stranger!" You yelled loudly, voice slightly muffled from underneath your metal helmet. "State thy name and purpose!"

• Quickly turning to face you, the man before you and your steed took a second to observe the both of you before giving a cheery shout, snapping his fingers loudly

• "The middle ages! Of course hah! How lovely!" His smile and little laugh would have been infectious under any other circumstances, but you didn't join the Queen's royal gaurd to make friends. Much less mistakes in your duties

• It didn't take long before you drew your sword, even if a bit hesitantly. You had always been chided in training for your sense of mercy, but this man didn't seem to be hurting anyone. He was a bit odd yeah, but not a threat

• "Ah, there's no need for that my noble friend. I mean no harm, I'm simply a traveling doctor." A brief pause. "Ah, although I was wondering if you could tell me the exact year? And possibly, who's ruling? Not Queen Victoria I hope." His brown eyes sparkled warmly, eyeing you curiously. You furrowed your brows and blinked, knowing he couldn't see

• "Er, tis 1467 sir." Came your careful response. "And I do not know this Queen you speak of. I only serve her majesty, Queen Woodville and her husband, the king." As you spoke, a newfound wave of confusion swept over you. Just exactly who was this fellow?

• "One last thing." Your sword was now back at home in its sheath, not bothering to make another appearance as he approached you. "Could you possibly take me to the closest town? I've always wanted to visit the human middle ages!"

• "Well—"

• The next thing you know, you were riding back to town, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a voice chatting jovily in your ear about how beautiful the place is

• "—ook at all of these people! Such a small city but so many people! I wonder how the economy has been able to survive. And is that a blacksmith? Was he the one to make your armor? Becuase it is quite well crafted if I do say so myself." A quick knock to the back of your chest plate punctuated his point. You felt your lips turn up slightly at the corners before forcing your expression back into more of a frown

• "I made it myself, actually. I was planning on being thy local blacksmiths assistant before my folks signed me up for the royal guard."

• You recalled the day your parents had sat you down at the dinner table your father had made from his bare hands, informing you that the rest of your days would be carried out from underneath a glinting suit of metal instead of fhe heat of the forge you had come to love

• A bittersweet feeling overtook you for a moment, and you had a feeling the doctor behind you noticed. If he did however, he didn't mention it

• The rest of the ride was carried out in relative silence

• "This should be it, sir." The horse carrying both of you stilled in front of a pair of magnificent wooden gates, prompting you to swing one leg over and hop off the saddle

• You were quick to turn and offer a hand to the doctor in hopes of helping him down, only to find him already setting foot on the ground with a grin stretching from ear to ear

• "Lovely! Yes yes ye, absolutely lovely! The craftsmanship on these gates are centuries outdated of course, but still lovely nometheless!" He babbled on and on as if you weren't standing five feet away from him, waiting to see what he would do

• Finally, the strangely dressed man you had stumbled across faced you once more

• You had never noticed how soft of a smile he had

• "Thank you for accompanying me to this place." He said, scratching the back of his neck absent-mindedly. "I must say, I never got your name, knight. Have I, ah, earned the pleasure so to speak?" He added on the last part with a chuckle, stuffing his hands into the insides of his pockets once more

• You swallowed what felt like a throat full of freshly picked cotten

• His face quickly lit up as you uttered your name slowly to him, copying you a few times as if to taste the way your name sounded rolling off his toung

• "A fitting name." Was the cryptic response he offered

• "And yours, sir?" You finally asked. "I never got thy name either."

• A sharp glint flashed in his iris’s for a moment, almost as if he knew something that you didn't

• "Just call me Doctor." The man—no—the Doctor responded

• "Doctor who?"

• A soft chuckle

• "Exactly." He smiled. And with that, he slipped past the gates you were certain had been locked a moment ago, a flash of something blue peaking out from his coat pock

• The next time you saw the Doctor would be years later, when the strange interaction had all been cleansed from your head

• But that's a story for another time

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ddarker-dreams · 2 years

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Invocation. Yan Childe x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, power imbalance, manipulation o’clock. Word count: 2.6k.

Takes place in the shared Harbinger AU.

You thought jokes were supposed to be funny.

Humor is, at its core, subjective and dependent upon the interpreter. What fell flat for some might tickle the fancy of another. You can wrap your brain around that much, yet there’s plenty you’re left uncertain about. There’s a dead weight cupped in your hands, held with the same reverence one would their newborn child, but without any of the joy and celebration. In the gemstone’s multifaceted gleam, your reflection is split throughout multiple surfaces. No matter what angle you incline it toward, your expression stays consistent; the same dreary physiognomy you speed past mirrors to avoid viewing. Just for a different reason now.

Indeed, you believe this to be the ultimate joke that could descend upon the tragedy that is your life.

All that’s missing is laughter — specifically your laughter — since you’re the one this comedy gold must be intended for. Its captive audience. Eventually, you do just that. Exhaling sharply through your nose in what technically constitutes a chuckle. Hah, hah.

To anyone eavesdropping by the thin walls, however, it would sound far more like a choked cry.

Wooden floorboards burdened with age groan outside your room, immediately placing you on high alert. The subject of your scrutiny is tossed haphazardly in a nightstand’s drawer, and despite your frantic response, you manage to obscure it beneath personal belongings. While the doorknob starts to twist, you shut the drawer and resituate yourself. You throw your legs over the bedside, so that it would seem as if you were just about to get up; there wasn’t enough time to fake slumber. A lesson gleaned from personal experience.

The door opens with a particularly grating creak, that likely would’ve roused you had you been laying down. It's still preferable to being snuck up on, you suppose.

“Good evening, sleepyhead,” Childe greets, all smiles and cheer. You try to match his enthusiasm with a closed-mouth smile of your own. “So you’re awake then? That’s awfully convenient for me. I know you must be tired from the long day, but it was starting to get a little lonely, you know? I was gonna use food as an excuse to wake you up.”

At this, your focus drops from his eyes to the tray with a steaming bowl in his hands. The brothy liquid fills the room with what should be a salivating scent, fresh herbs and vegetables likely boiled for hours permeating throughout. In your state of borderline nausea, it’s more noisome than a decomposing corpse, to the point bile crawls up your throat. You swallow back down into the abyss of your twisting stomach. It’s a small blessing that you have nothing to regurgitate since you ate light the past few days, in expectation of your upcoming travel. There was nothing worse than traveling while sick. Or so you thought.

Invasive species that he is, he sits himself down close enough for your thighs to brush.

Realizing you have yet to respond, you speak the first words that come to mind. “You’d wake me up even if you didn’t have an excuse.”

It’s a good thing that you’re not dealing with one of the other more manic Harbingers. Speaking with so little respect would land you in boiling water had it been anyone else, but Childe seems to revel in the casual nuance of your interactions. Hence his insistence on you calling him by his given name, Ajax, and the absurd lengths he goes to so this ‘relationship’ might feel more natural. You almost prefer he didn’t bother.

No matter how pretty a veneer he paints, there’s no hiding rot that runs so deep.

He laughs at your bluntness, the skin beneath his eyes crinkling from mirth. “You caught me! Ah, can you blame me though? You’re just too precious when you first wake up. At your most unguarded, even. I never know what might slip through that mouth of yours… you wouldn’t deny me such a simple pleasure, would you?”

“If I could, maybe.”

“If you could,” he reiterates, finding that he likes how he sounds. He nods. “See, this is exactly what I mean. It’s a shame that the others don’t share my view. What’s the point of having you around if they force you to act like a lifeless doll? Can’t say I’ll ever get it.”

Childe crinkles his nose, losing interest in the topic as if he wasn’t the one who decided to go there in the first place. “Anyway, let’s get some sustenance in you. You’ve hardly eaten since we left Zapolyarny Palace. I’ll take it personally if you start up a food strike when it’s my turn to have you all to myself.”

The words are spoken lightly, though you know they’re anything but. Admittedly, you prefer the home-cooked nature of the cuisine you get when you’re with Childe when compared to the other options. The luxurious food Pantalone forced upon your palate was nothing short of misery by the time you got to the sixth course, and you still shudder whenever Dottore wheels in some unknown gelatin-like substance that he claims to be rich in nutrients.

Childe seems to be in an agreeable mood, so you decide to take your chances.

“... Would you believe me if I said I wasn’t hungry?”

It isn’t a lie. If you said you felt sick, he might be able to deduce there’s more at play, but this feels vague enough to be safe.

“Probably, but that doesn’t take away from the fact you need food,” Childe shrugs. You know there’s no point in arguing further and don’t bother stirring up the hornet’s nest.

All seems to be going as well as it can be, until he gets up, heading in the direction of your incriminating nightstand. Your eyes flitter around to focus on anything else so you don’t seem overly interested in the object, provoking his suspicion. It doesn’t matter that you’ve witnessed so many proficient actors who still manage even when they go off script. You’re not a Harbinger; someone who can switch between numerous masks depending on which would benefit them most.

Your body betrays you, your muscles going taut like the bowstring Childe favors wielding. He takes immediate notice of this. You don’t know because you can see him, you know because you can feel him. His gaze lingers on your form, assessing it in the same way he would an opponent on the battlefield. Your fingers curl into your palm. In trying to avoid drawing unwanted attention to the nightstand, you came off far too unnatural. Refusing to look in the general direction of it as if the sight would turn you to stone wasn’t the best idea. What were you supposed to do? You had no reason to believe he’d venture over there. Had you known, it wasn’t like you had the luxury of finding a better hiding spot.

While you focus on forcing your next breath out, he returns to his former position, the bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other.

What little appetite you’d managed to work up in the past few minutes dissipates in an instant.

Wordlessly, he dips the spoon into the cloudy broth, gathering a generous helping, then raising it to your quivering lips. In what feels like an involuntary action on your behalf, you part them, allowing him to carry out his unspoken command. It’s seasoned to perfection and a well-balanced blend between all the savory ingredients without being overwhelming. Despite this, you barely manage to force it down, your body protesting at every turn. Why can’t your own physiology be on your side? Who else do you have on your side if not for yourself?

The two of you fall into a rhythm of sorts. It’s quiet, save for the howling of the wind beating on the cabin outside and your occasional swallowing. There’s a fire in the hearth just a few feet away that does little to stave off your shivering. You thought you hated it when Childe talked — it’s only now that you’re learning his silence is infinitely worse. He’d normally be regaling you with some tales of his bloody exploits, or speaking fondly about his siblings who long to see you again.

Such senseless chatter would do much to soothe your rapidly fraying nerves. It’s as if he knows this and chooses to hold his tongue, scrutinizing you with the same dead eyes you saw in your reflection earlier.

“... Hey, [First],” he starts, his voice more frigid than the wintry tempest outside, “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

This couldn’t be further from the truth. If it was, then oh, did you have plenty to say. Or scream at the top of your lungs, depending. That isn’t what he’s hinting at or trying to steer the conversation toward. You’re far past the point of assuming he wants you to be too human — for if he saw your real colors, the palette would blind him with its unsightliness.

You nod, the subtle motion almost enough to throw off what little equilibrium remains in your body.

“Anything at all.”

“... Mhm.”

Your ears are ringing. Though you remain perfectly still, the room is spinning, coming together to form a mocking dance around your person. You never would’ve bothered praying had you known this would be how it was answered. For the longest time, you decided the divine took no interest in your plight, or else they would have lent you some assistance. Cast a thin spider thread to climb up from your pit of suffering.

Remaining in the pit is looking better by the second.

“Absolutely anything,” Childe’s smile is all teeth. Somehow, your next nod feels stiffer than its predecessor. A corpse would move more naturally.

“I’m only going to ask these questions only once. Be good for me and answer honestly, okay? Alright. Is there something in this room that shouldn’t be here?”

Another nod.

“Can you point to where it is for me?”

You can and you do.

“Top drawer?”

A headshake.

“The middle drawer?”

A nod.

You’ve never liked crying in this climate, so you’ve made it a personal mission not to when possible. The cold has its way of sneaking into your lungs and making each breath painful. There’s the sensation of your tears freezing to your face as soon as they fall, forming crystalline patterns against raw skin. You didn’t think such a feat was possible. Anything goes in this desolate land, you suppose. So long as it reminds its inhabitants that they’re at the mercy of an uncaring higher power.

“This is… oh. Now I get it. Huh. Would you look at that?”

He holds the offending item up to the light to see it better and whistles.

“Yeah, I could see how this might end up being a problem,” his debonair tone is no match for the gravity of the situation. “Guess you won’t need to worry about being cold ever again, though. What? Not even a smile? I thought it was kinda funny.”

In his gloved hand rests the key that will open the door to untold misery. Right in the middle is a bright, red hot gemstone, with golden embellishments forming the shape of wings curving out along the sides. It radiates a faint light from being brought closer to your presence. The very item few are blessed with and almost all the population longs for, at some point or another in their lives: a Vision. Acknowledgment from the heavens of your innate worthiness to possess a fraction of their power.

That’s just the thing — a fraction isn’t enough. Not when your opponents can overthrow the court of heaven itself.

“This is normally one of the most memorable moments in a person’s life,” Childe muses. “You don’t look too thrilled, though.”

“I don’t want it.”

Your lap becomes a sudden point of interest since you can no longer stomach the taunting sight of a salvation too inadequate.

“Why is that?”

“Why?” You repeat the word, your voice escalating in volume, “I’m scared, Ajax. Fucking— fucking horrified. I don’t know what to do. I don’t, I really don’t. The others, oh gods, the others… what will they think… what are they going to do to me when they find out…?”

Hysteria has wrapped its sickening tendrils around you, digging deep into your skin and spreading its venom. A thousand possibilities flood your mind, each one more of a nightmare than the last. The worst kind of nightmares are those who can plausibly sneak into reality. Would the more unhinged of the bunch think this a sign of you conspiring against them? Will there be punishment? And if so, how far would they go? Can you expect to ever live a second unmonitored again? For this gives you just enough strength to potentially make yourself a nuisance.

“Hey, hey, shh, it’s okay, it’s going to be okay,” Childe pulls you to him in the first embrace you’ve found somewhat comforting in a long time. “There, let’s steady our breathing. I know it’s hard, just try for me if you wouldn’t mind. In and out. Nice and easy. In… and out… there you go… good job, you’re doing perfect, look at you.”

Numbness usurps mania and sits itself upon the throne it once sat. He cradles you against his chest, resting his chin atop your lowered head, running warm hands up and down your trembling arms. It’s pleasant — being doted on like this is nice. You allow yourself to be drawn in. You’ve been strong for so long, a chance to be weak is too tempting to pass up on. Pride is nowhere in the picture as you succumb to his soothing touch.

When he feels you’re ready to broach the subject without instantly crumbling, he speaks up softly, his chest rumbling against your back. “I’ll take care of it.”

This piques your interest but mostly your doubt.

“How?”

“Leave that detail to me,” he squeezes your limp body, like a snake would a mouse. “It might not be the easiest thing to hide… doesn’t mean it’s impossible though. Far from it. This’ll be our little secret. However, if I do this for you, you know you’ll need to cooperate with me, right? Be willing to do anything I ask?”

“I don’t know… could I pull something like that off?”

“With me you can. I’ll take care of everything. But I really need your answer, [First]. This is important. Can you trust me? There’s a lot I’m going to need to ask of you for us to pull this off successfully.”

“... Okay,” you decide, breathless. Then again, louder this time, your resolve firm. “Okay. I-I think I can do this.”

What other choice do you have, anyway?

You hear him shuffle behind you. He then holds his bare pinky finger out, having discarded his glove elsewhere. Unblinkingly, you focus on the pale digit, unsure what exactly his intentions are. At your perplexion, he chuckles right by your ear. You don’t get what’s so funny. Maybe you never will.

Or maybe you’re just the butt of the joke.

“A pinky promise with your favorite Harbinger,” he hums, his voice singsong. Why does he sound so happy? How can he sound so happy? “Well? You’re not going to make me hold it here forever, are you? I might just get frostbite if you don’t warm me up.”

Obedient, you curl your finger around his.

“Alright, now repeat after me. You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise, I throw you on the ice…”

#childe x reader #yandere childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #yandere tartaglia x reader #yandere ajax x reader #ajax x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #my stuff

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tokillamockingbird427 · 2 months

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Trans Man Rorke headcanons [with some headcanons trans headcanons for Keegan and Neptune mixed in] (this is a but long)

Scared the ever loving shit out of Elias the first time he almost keld over from a painful menstruation cramp

Stocks Chocolate, painkillers, and heating pads in his office

Doesn't bother hiding his top surgery scars, most of the guys thought that he just got into a really weird fight until he explained that they were from a surgery he had in his mid twenties

He came out at the diner table when elias was talking about combing two types of cars together and said “I just don't know where i'm going to put the tranny*” [*he's talking about the transmission] and Gabriel replied, “I’d put the tr*nny in the driver's seat” whilst pointing at himself, cue Elias being horrified and rapidly apologising

He then proceeded to lecture Elias and the rest of the guys over the use of words that double as slurs

Both Keegan and Neptune came out to him later that night [Keegan's FTM and Neptunes FTMTNB]

Rorke immediately lectured Keegan on using unsafe binding materials [ace bandages] and lectured both of them for working out whilst binding. He also took the shopping for binders and packers, and taught them how to use KT tape as an alternative to a binder.

He also offered to pay for ant surgeries the wanted

Neptune took up his offer for top surgery

Keegan, meanwhile, blue screened [poor thing is scared of surgery.][okay it may be more of a fear of being alone+unconscious around a group of people he doesn't know that well]

Gabriel assured him that he doesn't need to have any type of surgery if doesn't what to, and that not having them doesn't make him less valid as a trans man

To this day Keegan still has his tits

He started stocking pads and tampons in his office after this conversation

Rorke also made sure that they both had access to a different set of showers then the rest of the guys

And he double checked that they both had a safe place to live

He wound up putting aside some rooms in his house for them

Keegan wound up moving in with him and Neptune tends to stay over randomly

After Gabriel ‘died’ they found out he had left the house to them and they live together now

Gabriel got a *bit* protective over them as well

He also made sure that they could always have access to their testosterone injections

On that note, Gabriel himself prefers to use a gel testosterone

Gabriel shaves his head for gender confirmation reasons

He originally didn't want to get top surgery, he drank a lot of coffee [which helps shrink breast tissue apparently] and did a lot of weight lifting when he was a teenager in order to build up pectoral muscles, and the combo of those gave him a very masculine presenting chest. He only got the double mastectomy after his mother died from breast cancer, mostly out of fear that he'd develope it as well [he will literally never tell anyone this].

Keegan and Neptune often catch them self looking out for David the same way Gabriel looked out for them

🐺

Trans Neptune truthers, join me, we will conquer the world! ...Or maybe just the fandom. That's more manageable.

I like to think there was zero warning sign before he keeled over so one second Elias is babbling in his ear about supplies and the next Rorke is half collapsed on the floor convincing Elias for a good moment that he just bored his Captain to death.

Merrick simply assumed he got into a weirdly targeted knife fight until Rorke explained.

NOT THE TRANSMISSION

Mf just immediately adopts them. They had no chance.

I gotta see what this mf's house looks like, I always figured it was on the smaller side because I think of him as the practical type but it'd be real funny if it turned out he lived in a big ass house in the suburbs rather than the cabin in the woods. Has a wild lawn rather than the mono-green-dead bullshit tho. (DEATH to plain ass lawns with zero biodiversity.)

He's a HEN! Broody. Hah.

Aw, every time I make fun of him for being bald one of you come in and give me a reason to feel bad about it. Alright Rorke. You get away with it in this scenario.

Oooooo, a secret to take to the grave. Interesting.

Don't let Rorke find out Hesh is trans he might swap Logan for him seeing as he was so quick to grab Neptune+Keegan up

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #gabriel rorke #elias walker #keegan p russ #neptune (cod: g)#hesh walker #logan walker #beloved anon #🐺 anon

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livinglouderx3 · 7 months

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Joined hands

The air had suddenly gotten thick around them, the silence nearly suffocating. Naruto rarely felt like this, he always avoided this unpleasant feeling, the lack of noise. He would usually start blabbering, filling the quiet with too many – often unnecessary – words. But this time it was different. This time he couldn’t stop it, the reason for this utter and deafening silence. It shouldn’t be like this, not when he was surrounded only by people important and close to him. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason. Why had they gone quiet like that?

Ok, he could pinpoint the exact time it had happened. Gaara’s eyes had widened and before Naruto had even had time to register the flow of quite familiar chakra, Sasuke had already been standing beside him, meeting his eyes. The Uchiha didn’t say anything, he had only given Naruto an unimpressed look as if already expecting Naruto to know exactly what he wanted without him even having to express it. Stupid. He always did this.

Naruto knew, of course. Naruto always knew.

So, he shifted, making space for Sasuke to sit down right beside him. And Sasuke did so, without even bothering to say anything in greeting to Gaara, whom Naruto had been having lunch with.

Of course, Naruto knew those two were no friends by any means. But they had cleared things up (or so he hoped), it has already been 2 years since the war – 2 years since Sasuke’s name has been cleared, not only in Konoha but in all those other villages too. Naruto had made sure of that. He had to.

That’s why they were here, passing Suna on their joint journey – visiting Gaara, as Naruto has triumphantly told Sasuke. Then he had asked if Sasuke wanted to join them for lunch, which Sasuke had given no answer to. The dark haired had only frowned, muttering something under his breath as he had left the room they were currently staying in, leaving a confused Naruto behind.

So now, Naruto was even more confused that Sasuke had decided to show up after all. Gaara seemed confused too, maybe even tense. Naruto saw no reason for that though. It was only Sasuke.

Obviously, he just had to keep talking, he had to end this long-reigning silence and after lunch those two would surely get along. There was no way they wouldn’t. This was just unfamiliar right now.

Out of reflex he brough his hand up, scratching his neck awkwardly. A little teasing would surely help. “Hah. Forgive Sasuke. Seems he left his basic manners at home when it comes to greetin-“

Blue eyes widened when Sasuke yanked his sleeve, making Naruto’s hand slide down. Sasuke took it, lacing their fingers together. He didn’t even bother to hide it, but instead guided their joined hands onto the table right in front of Gaara, making them hit the wooden surface with a barely audible smack. Naruto couldn’t hold back the slight blush that involuntarily formed on his cheeks. They hadn’t talked about this. In fact, they hadn’t told anyone yet, hadn’t shown anyone yet. Naruto thought Sasuke wouldn’t care either way. Still, here they were holding hands in front of the Kazekage, one of his closest friends. They were showing how their friendship had evolved, had shifted into something else, something more. Naruto loved it. He loved Sasuke. He wanted everyone to see it.

Sasuke suddenly cleared his throat, pulling Naruto out of his thoughts. “Sorry I’m late.” He raised his gaze from their joined hands, locking eyes with Gaara now. Naruto nearly shuddered at the intensity of it, at the smug smirk forming on Sasuke’s lips. “Hope you don’t mind that I join the two of you for lunch, Kazekage.”

Gaara took a moment to answer, “Not at all, Uchiha.”

SNS Month Day 2 & 3 - Possessive & Blank period

#snsmonth23 #sasunarumonth23 #narusasumonth23 #sns #naruto #sasuke is whipped #sasuke #sasuke uchiha #sasunaru #naruto is just as whipped #naruto fic #naruto x sasuke #naruto uzumaki #snstober #gaara

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secondsonaym · 1 year

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Azazel looked to Clauneck for a moment before turning their eyes back to the spread before them.

"Yes?" Clauneck prodded, though their tone betrayed no emotion.

"The cards say... We will separate. But the event that will cause this separation is... A betrayal." Azazel finally managed, lowering their head.

They couldn't believe it. Why would the cards suggest that? The pair of them were siblings, twins--friends! They were family, they were all each other had! Azazel couldn't imagine either of them doing anything to harm the other.

"Hm," Clauneck sighed, looking over the cards, before taking up Soul Snatcher--the one in the 'outcome' position--and staring at it.

"It does seem as if there is little room for interpretation. Especially with such a spread and question asked." They hummed.

"But... I'd never go against Star. And she--"

"'One's loss is the gain of another.'" Clauneck interrupted, though talking to themself, almost as if they weren't listening to Azazel. "Star has always been the more independent of you two, I must say. You can never know what she is up to, the times she goes off into the Cradle on her own."

Azazel opened their mouth to protest, but... No sound came out. Why didn't anything come out? They wanted to defend Star, to insist Clauneck was just speculating, but... Clauneck had a point.

Star had been leaving to explore the Silk Cradle on her own more and more, even when Azazel warned her of the danger. So all Azazel had been able to do was do spread after spread of cards, begging them to show that she would be safe, praying that no harm would befall her.

And every time they had said so.

And every time she had come back perfectly fine.

They were already adults, after all. Was it selfish of Azazel to think they would have stayed here their whole lives?

But why did Star have to be the one to leave? Azazel didn't want that. It was too painful. They weren't brave or confident or even very sociable like Star was... It was safe near Clauneck, so there they had stayed, day in and day out.

Clauneck wasn't really great company, being noncommittal in just about everything, and Azazel didn't think they could stand being alone with them for very long.

Would they be there for the end of their days, all to stay safe? Would Star gladly turn her back and leave them behind for her own freedom?

Perhaps, instead of being betrayed, they would...

Azazel snapped to attention, not noticing Star's arrival. They hurriedly grabbed at the cards still on the ground, shuffling them before handing them back to Clauneck, who took them without even blinking.

"Just. Doing some readings. That's all." They managed.

"Hah, see, that's why you're so much better at that kind of stuff than I am." Star laughed, moving to sit down next to her sibling. "You spend all your free time practicing--I still haven't gotten five-card spreads down very well, I always forget the order!"

Azazel managed a weak laugh, but their thoughts were still swirling, so it died rather quickly.

"So, where'd you go this time?" They asked.

"Oh, well I went to visit that cute girl I told you about a few days ago," Star began, donning a mischievous smile. "And turns out she's free tomorrow night! So one thing led to another, and I've got a date!"

"Ah, that's... That's nice." Azazel sighed. Star hooked up with people often, so they admittedly didn't actually know the specific girl she was referring to, but that wasn't really what bothered them.

"You think you'll ever find somebody to settle down with?" They asked after an awkward pause.

"Probably." Star said with a shrug. "But that'll likely be after I find some place to live."

"Oh... You're... Thinking of living somewhere else?"

"Ah, c'mon, Azazel, we gotta sometime. Clauneck's not exactly a typical parent, but I think almost 25 years of freeloading's gotta get to almost anyone."

Clauneck, smartly, made no comment. They merely let the sheep talk between themselves.

"And it'll just be you, then?"

"What, you playing the dependency card now?" She scoffed, raising an eyebrow. "Azazel, I love you, but... Even twins gotta split up and live their own lives, you know. I'd be lying if I said I never thought we'd always be near each other, but... It's just not realistic. Not in this world."

Ah...

Azazel stared at the ground, fists clenching. So the cards were right, then.

"But hey, that won't be for a while, so--"

"But it'll still happen." Azazel cut in.

Star turned to look at her sibling, confused.

Azazel stood up, and looked down at Star, brow furrowing.

"Then... Rather than let it happen, rather than depending on the cards for assurance, I'll... I'll forge my own path!"

Star now stood up, cautiously raising a hand to reach for her sibling, but they stepped away, eyes narrowing.

"I'll walk my own steps, I'll build my own life... And I'll do it without you!" Azazel snapped.

"What are you--Azazel!" Star cried, but their sibling was already running. Before Star could go after them, they had vanished into the shadows of the night.

Star stared in silence, unsure what to do, before slowly turning her gaze to Clauneck for some sort of answer.

"Skilled as they may be with reading the cards," Clauneck began, without looking to Star. "They fall victim to the same reliance on them many do.

"And little do they realize, by attempting to challenge them, they end up obeying them all the same. The cards only spoke of one betraying the other. It never said which one."

Clauneck was still staring at the card they had picked up initially--Soul Snatcher.

"But did they ever realize the nature of the betrayal... ?"

Star knew it was pointless to probe Clauneck for any meaning to their ramblings. They would often talk in circles, and one would only end up more confused than before.

"My, it seems I chose a rather inappropriate time to pay a visit." Came a new voice from the shadows.

Star and Clauneck lifted their heads, and from the darkness appeared a looming figure, one the pair recognized instantly.

It was Shamura.

"There is no need for you to apologize on their behalf, lamb." Shamura said simply. "It is of no insult or concern to me, who is in the middle of a breakdown."

"Of course, thank you..." Star managed, but frowned.

"Is something the matter?" Shamura asked, tilting their head.

"It's just... I shouldn't have said anything to them about what I was planning. But now they've run off. They don't do well alone in the slightest, and it's dangerous at night, so if they get hurt, it's my fault, and--"

"Swallow that worry, lamb." Shamura interrupted, tone level, but still commanding. "You are not suited for it."

Star nodded slowly, looking to the ground with her head still bowed.

"What brings you here on this evening, bishop?" Clauneck took the opportunity to ask, despite knowing the answer already.

"A private matter." Shamura said, glancing at Star.

Star, who had glanced up, didn't need to be told twice.

"In that case, um, please excuse me Bishop Shamura. Clauneck. I think I will go look for Azazel. Perhaps I can calm them down..."

"It is dangerous, as you said." Shamura noted, raising a claw to make Star pause. "A few of my attendants wait just past the perimeter. Take one as a guide."

Star paused, staring at the bishop incredulously. Shamura was actually offering her a means of protection?

"Th-Thank you Bishop Shamura!" She then stammered, bowing once more. "Your mercy is boundless."

And with that, she left, vanishing just as quickly as her sibling had into the darkness.

Shamura stared after her for a moment, before their eyes turned back to Clauneck. For them, it was business as usual. This hadn't been the first time they had arrived while one or both of the sheep had been around, but it was easy enough to give them reasons to vacate so they could speak to Clauneck in private.

"You'll need to make your decision soon, it seems." Clauneck said with the faintest chuckle. "Lest you risk losing the benefit of choice."

"This turn of events has certainly made me take pause." Shamura murmured. "Both of them are quite dependent, thanks to your rearing. They long for safety and attention. But Azazel had the weaker will, up until now, and would have been the prime candidate."

"And now?"

"I am unsure. I was hoping that Azazel's fear would make them an easy vessel to deal with, should Narinder have no choice but to use them. But they've revealed their true colors, their true potential for initiative. Starwatcher, on the other hand..."

"What about her?" Clauneck asked idly.

"Desperate for outside approval, making her easy to string along. But it would work both ways. Narinder knows how to target desires. However, she's also more selfish, thinking of herself above all else."

"Quite the conundrum, indeed."

"Mmm. If I'm to set up the lamb of prophecy properly, I will need more time. Azazel must be found."

"You still haven't told your fellow bishops of the prophecy?" Clauneck asked, tilting their head.

"I want all the pieces in place." Shamura scoffed.

"A fitting stance for the wearer of the Purple Crown."

Shamura let out another sharp exhale, but then turned away.

"You'll receive your payment for the past year's work shortly. That was what I had originally come to report. Along with seeing how the lambs were."

"Very well. Thank you for the notice, Shamura."

#usurper au #ch3 #deckard berserk #starwatcher berserk #clauneck #shamura #(chugs a can of mtn dew before slamming it on the table)#these sheep are so fucked up and it's all because of a tree that isn't actually a tree

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eralisse · 2 months

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Brothers Conflict: Season 1 LN - Ch16, Sec6 & Sec7

This is the penultimate major scene in the Iori/Kaname conflict, taking place at the festival hosted by Club Buddha.

Brothers Conflict Translations Index

???: “Hey, are you by yourself?”

I was sitting on a bench outside the main temple, waiting for Yuusuke-kun and Wataru-chan to come back, when a voice suddenly called out from beside me.

(...... Eh?!)

When I looked over, an extremely flashy man was standing there.

He was in a yukata with a dragon design, and gaudily designed rings, watch, and necklace.

Although he was quite young and beautiful, he also had a bit of a dangerous feel to him.

(Whoa…… Amazing.)

???: “Why haven’t you nominated anyone? Is there not a man you’re interested in?”

(...... N-nominate?)

The person very casually sat down next to me.

???: “Or are you waiting for a good man to come by? …...Heh. If that’s the case, how about me?”

(......?)

At first, I thought he was a pickup artist or something, but his appearance wasn’t quite right for that.

At that moment, I saw the fan that the man had in his hand.

(Ah!)

“Club Buddha” was written on it.

???: “Won’t you try listening to my prayers? If you wish, you can listen all night long. I’ll fill it with love. … But I’m quite expensive, so be prepared.”

Ema: “Uh, um…”

I said.

Ema: “Excuse me, are you Kaname-san’s colleague, by any chance?”

???: “Kaname?”

Kaname: “Chi-chan.”

I heard a voice call out from behind me. When I turned around, Kaname-san was standing there.

(... Why did Kaname-san call me “Chi”?)

The only ones who called me “Chi” were Juli and Rui-san. Outside of them, no one else called me that.

Not to mention, Kaname-san has not once called me that way.

(Then why…?)

But right after that, Kaname-san said something unexpected.

Kaname: “Oh, Imouto-chan, you’ve come.”

(Eh?)

Meaning that, the one Kaname-san called “Chi”... wasn’t me?!

(B-but, the one here now is…)

???: “Kana-san.”

The flashy man next to us said.

???: “What, you know her? Don’t tell me, is she one of your clients?”

Kaname: “Nah, Chi-chan.”

Kaname-san smiled wryly.

(“Chi-chan” is… this person?!)

Kaname: “Sister. She’s my younger sister.”

???: “Younger sister?”

Ema: “Um, Kaname–san, this person is…”

Kaname: “Ahh, this is Senshuu. Written as ‘chi’ (thousand) and ‘aki’ (autumn). His real name is read as Chiaki, but here it’s Senshuu.”

Ema: “Chiaki… san?”

Chiaki: “What’s this, she’s not a client?...”

Having quickly lost his interest, Chiaki-san got up from the bench.

Chiaki: “I’ve wasted time… Hah…”

Chiaki-san turned to leave.

Kaname: “Ah, hold on, Chi-chan. You should go to the reception hall soon.”

Chiaki: “Eh?”

Kaname: “Looks like you’re up to bat. The parishioners are arguing.”

Chiaki: “Huh?!”

Kaname: “Chi-chan, could it be that this was on purpose?”

Chiaki: “No way. I came here on my own.”

Kaname: “In the meantime, you have to do something. It’s bothering the other parishioners.”

Chiaki: “... Got it. Thanks, Kana-san.”

Chiaki-san walked off towards the reception hall to the main temple. After watching him leave, Kaname-san turned to me.

Kaname: “Imouto-chan, I’m glad you came.”

Ema: “Ah, no, I’m just here by mere chance…”

Kaname: “If it’s by chance, then I’m even more happy. Because something beyond human ken is blessing us.”

Ema: “...... That’s such a convenient interpretation.”

Kaname: “Sorry that you came all this way, though.”

Kaname-san blithely continued as if I hadn’t said anything.

Kaname: “I’ve still got a nomination after this. But I’m free after that. Do you mind waiting a little bit?”

Ema: “Ah, no, please take your time…”

Kaname: “Oh, oh no. I’ve got to go. Stay here. I’ll be back soon.”

As if chasing after Chiaki-san, Kaname-san headed toward the reception hall.

There were a lot of female guests in the area, and as Kaname-san went by, calls of “Younin-san~!” rose up from all around.

(Hmm, that was Kaname-san’s professional, no, priest name. Speaking of which, the flyer was… not here!)

When I dug around for it, once again, a voice called out behind me.

???: “... Oh? Are you alone?”

I couldn’t help sighing.

This temple really had some pushy monks.

Ema: “Um, no thank you!”

I said immediately upon turning around.

(Huh?!)

However, it was not one of the temple’s monks like I’d thought.

Iori: “Um? No thank you for what?”

The person standing there was Iori-san.

—

Ema: “Ah… Iori-san.”

Iori: “Good evening.”

Iori-san looked slightly surprised.

Iori: “That was pretty aggressive just now. What happened?”

Ema: “Ah, pardon me! You see, Kaname-san had…”

Iori: “Kaname-niisan?”

I explained to Iori-san about the monk from Club Buddha.

Iori: “Ahh, so that’s what happened. As expected of the temple that Kaname-niisan serves.”

Iori-san smiled wryly.

Iori: “Anyway, did you come by yourself?”

Ema: “Ah, Yuusuke-kun was here until just earlier…”

Then, I told him about Yuusuke-kun and Wataru-chan.

Iori: “That is such a pitiful story for Yuusuke.”

Iori-san’s wry smile grew larger.

(......Oh?)

Iori-san’s mood changed from what it was previously.

Since his hospitalization on the day of the entrance exam, I had been worrying, and although the atmosphere had been that I could not say anything careless, that feeling was different today.

Ema: “Iori-san is by himself?”

Iori: “Yes. I came here on a walk. …Hey, is it alright if I sit?”

Ema: “Ah, yes, please.”

He lowered himself down onto the bench.

Iori-san sat right beside me.

Iori: “The truth is, I was sleeping until just earlier. Last night, I was writing a report and didn’t get much sleep. And when I woke, the house was empty. Ukyo-niisan let me know that everyone had gone to the festival, so I came too.

Ema: “Ahh.”

(Ukyo-san didn’t come after all. He really didn’t like the atmosphere that much, I guess.)

Iori: “Even so, I didn’t think I’d see you here.”

Ema: “...?”

Iori: “You see, since a little while ago, I’ve been thinking about talking to you. But, things happened, and there wasn’t much of a chance.”

Ema: “What did you want to speak with me about?”

Iori: “Right. How should I say this… Mm, an apology, I think.”

Iori-san said regretfully.

Iori: “Earlier, I said something strange about the entrance exam, and it’s been bothering me since.”

Ema: “The entrance exam?”

Iori: “Yes, see, I once told you I wanted you to come to Jouchi, remember?”

I remember that, about the time I became a 3rd year in high school, Iori-san strongly encouraged me to go to Jouchi University.

Iori: “At that time, I was speaking completely unilaterally. I’ve been extremely concerned about it.”

Iori-san lowered his head.

Iori: “I’m sorry.”

Ema: “Iori-san?”

I was a bit surprised at the sudden apology.

Iori: “I think I spoke too rudely towards you. Could you forgive me?”

Ema: “W-what, please stop.”

I said frantically.

Ema: “It’s not such a problem that you need to apologize…”

Iori: “I just wanted to convey that clearly.”

Iori-san said.

Iori: “I was super excited for if you could come to Jouchi. That’s undeniable.”

Ema: “...”

Iori: “But, no matter which college you go to, I won’t raise objections.”

Iori-san nodded once then, as if in confirmation of his own words.

Iori: “I will respect your decision. I will absolutely not distort that.”

(Iori-san…)

Iori: “That’s all that I wanted you to understand.”

At that moment, a loud voice came over the PA system from the main temple.

PA System: “Thank you for waiting, now it’s time for the main event!”

A great cheer rose up from the female customers around us at the announcement.

Iori: “... Hey, shall we move someplace else?”

Iori-san’s face contorted slightly.

Iori: “It’s a bit noisy here. Let’s go somewhere quieter.”

Ema: “Ah, alright.”

Behind the main temple, at one corner lined with trees, a path had been built that you could walk on.

We walked in that direction.

Iori: “Mm… It’s quieter now, isn’t it?”

Iori-san said with a relieved sigh.

The area was at the outskirts of the temple grounds, without any stalls, so it was quiet.

Iori: “By the way, about the entrance exam topic earlier.”

Iori-san said while walking.

Iori: “Have you decided where you’re going?”

Ema: “I’m not entirely sure yet… but there are some things I’m thinking I want to take.”

Iori: “I see.”

A little while passed.

Iori: “Hey, you’re definitely not coming to Jouchi?”

Ema: “Eh?”

Iori: “Ah, don’t misunderstand me. I’m not trying to force you. No, it’s just that…”

There, Iori-san paused, trying to pick out his words.

Iori: “I want you to listen for a moment.”

Ema: “Uh-huh…”

Iori: “The truth is, after I heard of that matter recently, I’ve been thinking that I could be by your side.”

Ema: “That matter?”

Iori-san’s expression became gloomy.

Iori: “The matter of your birth.”

Ema: “... Ah.”

Iori-san stopped walking.

Iori: “I was surprised, you know.”

Ema: “...”

Iori: “It must have been quite a shock. To have something that you had trusted without a doubt, suddenly taken away from you.”

Iori-san looked up at the dark sky.

Iori: “At that time, I thought this.”

Then, Iori-san’s gaze returned to me.

Iori: “That you were the same as me.”

Ema: “Eh?”

Iori: “Although it wasn’t about blood relation, I had a similar experience… on that winter day.”

Ema: “Iori-san…”

Iori: “So I thought.”

Iori-san closed his eyes.

Iori: “I can understand the pain in your heart. So I thought I could do something to help ease that pain.”

Ema: “...”

Iori: “To do that, it would be necessary to spend a lot of time with you. That’s why I wanted you to come to the same university as me.”

Iori-san looked at me.

Looking into his eyes, I could tell that his concern was truly from the heart.

Iori: “The pain you feel, no one else can understand. But I… I can share and ease it.”

Then, Iori-san said.

Iori: “Right now, I think you’re struggling alone in the dark. I know that pain well.”

(... Eh?)

At that moment, I felt uneasy at Iori-san’s words.

It is true that I was shocked when I learned that Papa wasn’t my real father. But thanks to my conversations with Papa, Natsume-san, and Rui-san, that shock has mostly abated.

Which is to say, I was not struggling in the dark.

(Could it be… that Iori-san thinks that I’m still in shock…?)

Iori: “What is it?”

Iori-san’s face became doubtful.

Iori: “Have I spoken too bluntly? I suppose my manner of speaking was a bit strong. I apologize if I’ve offended you.”

(Indeed, that’s the case. Iori-san thinks I’m hurting…)

– He’s wrong.

I may have been at the time, but I’m okay now.

(I have to let Iori-san know this.)

For a moment, I didn’t know what I should say. Since Iori-san was speaking out of concern, I didn’t want to dismiss his kindness.

But, right after I thought that, Natsume-san and Ukyo-san’s words arose in my mind.

(The things you need to say… you must say.)

I made up my mind to speak.

Ema: “Iori-san, you’re wrong.”

Iori-san’s face clouded.

Ema: “I am not hurting to that extent. Of course, I was shocked when I first heard it. But I’m alright now.”

Iori-san looked at me without saying anything.

Iori: “You’re… okay?”

A while passed before he asked this.

Ema: “Yes.”

I said this as clearly as possible.

Then, Iori-san’s face appeared to change.

Iori: “... Is that so.”

Iori-san’s gaze fell to the ground.

Iori: “I was… deceiving myself.”

Ema: “Iori-san?”

Iori-san raised his head slowly.

Iori: “Sorry, I am a coward.”

It was in a flat voice.

Iori: “I deceived myself, and tried to win you over. I know that now. What on earth was I thinking...”

No words came out after that.

Iori-san stayed silent, and after a little while, spoke again.

Iori: “As I thought, I have not yet recovered.”

(Eh?)

Iori: “Just, I stopped remembering, and pretended I didn’t see anything… and assumed I had recovered.”

Iori-san’s eyes turned towards me a second time.

Iori: “The one needing help isn’t you… It’s me.”

Iori-san’s expression tightened.

Iori: “Hey, listen…”

Iori-san stepped forward. The space between us narrowed.

Iori: “I’m not rejecting my past feelings. And I will not forget them, either.”

Iori-san placed his hands on my shoulders.

Iori: “Regardless, I must move forward. I cannot stay frozen in time forever.”

His hands left my shoulders, and then circled around my back.

Iori: “I am still living in the past. I want to stop that and live in the future. But right now, I don’t have that strength.”

I felt a strong pull on my back. I could hear the sound of my yukata brushing against Iori-san’s clothes.

Iori: “I want you to give me that strength.”

Iori-san held my face with both hands.

Iori: “I can’t do this alone… But, if there’s 2 of us…”

His hands tightened on my cheeks.

Iori: “I can endure.”

Iori-san’s lips pressed onto my lips.

Iori: “... Hm?”

His eyes moved to something behind me.

Iori: “Kaname-niisan…”

When I turned around, a grim-faced Kaname-san was standing there.

(... Ah.)

Kaname-san had his fist pressed up against a nearby tree.

And his face grew grimmer and grimmer.

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Comments:

I had noticed this before, but I need to mention this again-- Iori is really really pushy. I understand now a bit of why Kaname explains about Iori in ch17 (link to translation) the way he does. Iori wasn't paying attention/listening to Ema at all! (As in, he was super selfish.) He just steamrolled straight over her and pulled her into a hug and a kiss.

#brothers conflict #translation #season 1 chapter 16 #asahina kaname #asahina iori #iori asahina #kaname asahina

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Reiji Ecstasy [Prologue]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in an abandoned building

Kino: ...In other words, the Vampire King unfortunately has not accepted our deal.

Moreso, he even refused to show up himself and sent some of his underlings to deliver the message instead.

Seiji: ...!

*SHATTER*

Seiji: I suppose there’s no point in trying to threaten savage monsters.

Kino: Hahー... Oh come on, calm down. For now, I believe the Sakamaki brothers might still prove to be useful to us in one way or another.

So I suggest we keep them alive for now...and I’ll keep an eye on them.

Seiji: Do as you please. ...So, how is my daughter doing?

Kino: Seems like she was sent to the Vibora clan.

Seiji: Come again?

Kino: According to the Ravens’ investigation, the Vibora want to form an alliance with the Vampires.

However, it’d be risky to have Eve be in the hands of the Vampire King who already possesses an immense amount of power, no?

Therefore, they offered a trade-off in which Eve would be handed over to the Vibora in return.

Seiji: ...I see. In that case...

ー Seiji gets up

Kino: ...You’re going straight away?

Seiji: You’ll lend me a hand as well, won’t you?

Kino: ...As you wish.

ー The scene shifts to the big hall in Eden

*ROAAAAAAR*

Yuma: Oi, oi...This shit is still goin’ on? Won’t somethin’ bad happen if this continues?

Ruki: ...Haah. I thought it was only a matter of time until it would stop, but I suppose we are putting the cart before the horse.

In other words, allowing Sakamaki Reiji to run rampant any longer is not ideal.

Yuma: Hahー All these fuckers just keep on doin’ as they pelase...Like where the heck did Kou and Azusa run off to!?

They don’t even bother to send a Familiar to keep us updated...Let’s just hope they’re not doin’ anythin’ stupid.

Ruki: Yes. I am afraid of that as well. ...Hm?

*Flap flap*

Ruki: Speak of the devil, let’s hope...?

*Flap flap flap*

Yuma: ...Haah? The Vibora’s castle...is under attack? By who!? And they’ve been nearly completely defeated?

Ruki: Did the information about their alliance with the Vampire clan get leaked somehow? In which case, it could be the Wolf or Adler Clan...

Yuma: Anyway, shouldn’t we be worried ‘bout her? For example, she could be caught up in this mess as we speak...

Ruki: It is highly likely that the opponent will use the situation to their advantage and that she has fallen victim to this. Either they dragged her away, or alternatively...

ー Reiji approaches them

Reiji: What I heard just now...Is it the truth?

Ruki: ...As long as the Familiars aren’t lying to us.

Reiji: Kuh...

ー He walks away

Yuma: Oi, where are ya goin’? Don’t tell me you’re gonna get her back now?

Reiji: ...

Yuma: Oi, Ruki. Aren’t ya gonna stop him?

Ruki: ...No. I do not need to say anything.

Reiji: ...I suppose you will laugh at what a fool I am.

‘He calls those who let emotions sway their decisions fools, yet look at him now’...that is how I feel as well.

Ruki: ...What I want is a righteous head to this castle, no God or ‘Adam’.

Reiji: ...But would that not go against Father’s will?

Ruki: I strongly believe that he was one of a kind...and that the World is better off without such an individual.

Reiji: What do you mean?

Ruki: Someone who does not allow himself to open up to anyone, and keeps their feelings neutral at all times...It’s simply tragic, don’t you think?

Now that I have discovered the true face of those who are considered ‘God’, I doubt I could ever...serve such an individual again.

In that case, I would much rather side with someone like you who follows their heart, rather than take orders from a God whose mindset is a mystery to me.

Reiji: ...Thank you very much.

ー Reiji leaves

Yuma: ...I don’t really understand any of this but I’ll get goin’ as well.

Pretty sure that Eden will continue to cry if we stay here and do nothin’.

Ruki: Yes...I’m counting on you.

ー The scene shifts to the forest

*Rustle*

Reiji: Let us keep our distance for now and scout out the situation.

Yuma: Ahー ...They’re seriously gettin’ their ass kicked.

Reiji: It appears that they have been relentlessly attacking the building...Hm?

ー They hear footsteps in the vicinity

Yuma: That’s...Oi, do ya smell that too?

Reiji: Yes. It’s a human’s scent. However, why would a human be over here...?

Yuma: Look at him boastin’ that gun...This guy screams trouble.

Reiji: That’s a Rosary...

Could it be that the Church are the ones responsible for taking down the Vibora’s Castle?

Yuma: Haah? Can humans even pull that off?

Reiji: The Church is working together with a mysterious individual who goes by the name of Kino.

Yuma: Yeah...We met him in person over in the human world, but this Kino dude is a Vampire, ya know?

Reiji: A Vampire? ...What could his reasoning be?

Yuma: Beats me. He did strike me as kind of an outcast tho?

Reiji: ...Well, I suppose it does not matter. In which case, is it possible that Kino has taken her to the human world?

Yuma: Heeh? Wouldn’t that be for the best? I mean, it’s safer than bein’ over here at least, no?

Reiji: Do you truly think that? A woman who has ties with demonic beings would be considered a witch in the human world.

Witches have been oppressed and shunned since the olden days.

And at present...I have no doubt that she would be considered one.

Yuma: ...That sounds like trouble.

Reiji: We have no time to waste.

Yuma: Fuck! Let’s hurry to the human world for now.

*Flap flap flap*

Yuma: Hm? That’s Ruki’s Familiar...?

Kou and Azusa are over at our house in the human world!? The fuck’s goin’ on!?

Reiji: ...Let us make haste!

Yuma: Hah!? Oi!

Reiji: We will find Yui there as well! I am positive that Azusa has...!

ー The scene shifts to Yui’s bedroom in the Mukami manor

Yui: ( I wonder...What’s going down in the Demon World right now? )

( I wouldn’t be surprised if trouble arose because I ran away from the Vibora’s castle. )

( ...I willingly escaped to the human world, yet I can’t stop thinking about it...I really shouldn’t. )

( I wonder what I exactly want to do? )

ー Kou and Azusa burst into the room

*Thud*

Kou: M-neko-chan, are you here?

Yui: Yeah. Is something wrong?

Azusa: The gate in the underground opened...And we’re pretty sure someone will come through it.

Yui: Eeh!?

Kou: It could be the Vibora in pursuit of you. So hide for now!

Yui: ( That’s easier said than done... )

Azusa: We have no time...Can you get underneath the bed...?

Yui: S-Sure!

ー She hides underneath the bed

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: We’ll definitely keep you safe, no matter who the opponent may be!

Azusa: Rest assured, Eve...!

Reiji: Yui! Are you there!?

Yui: ( Eh...? Could it be...!? )

ー Yui crawls from underneath the bed

*Rustle*

Yui: Reiji-san!

Reiji: ...So this is where you’ve been.

ー Reiji embraces her

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“It is that kind heart of yours, willing to trust, forgive and accept me no matter what I may have done, which has saved me so many times....”

“I was once again reminded...of just how vital of a role you play in my life. ...I love you.”

*Rustle*

Reiji: Thank god...

Yui: Why...?

( Did he come to get me perhaps...? )

Reiji: I’m so glad knowing you’re safe...

Yui: ...Why...!?

( Why were you so cold? Why did you leave me behind? Why did you come looking for me? )

( And why, are you holding me in your arms? )

( So many feelings are welling up inside of me at once...! )

Reiji: Aren’t you going to scorn me for what I did?

Yui: ...I figured you must have surely had a reason for what you did.

Reiji: ...You truly are so...!

Yui: ...May I ask for that reason?

Reiji: ...I am sure that anything I could say at this point will only sound like I’m making excuses for myself.

Yui: That’s fine. ...Please share your thoughts with me.

Reiji: ...

While it is but a hypothesis, I believe I have come to a conclusion as to how I can control these powers.

To achieve said goal, it was necessary for me to give up on all of my feelings and attain the status of an emotionless, indifferent God.

Yui: Eh...?

Reiji: In other words, I thought that leaving you...was the right path for me to take.

I was convinced that as long as I did not cut our ties, even by force if necessary, I would never be able to free myself of all emotion...So I acted upon that.

However, that was a mistake on my part. There was just no way...I would ever be able to cope with it.

I have come to realize...That there is something much more important to me than these powers...And that something, is you.

Yui: Reiji-san...

Reiji: I truly am sorry. Not once in my life have I thought of myself as so utterly stupid as I do right now.

I must have surely hurt you...by pushing you away and toying with your feelings.

Yui: ( ...He’s drenched in sweat. This isn’t like him. )

( He must have desperately rushed over here...All for my sake. I can assume that, right...? )

( In that case, I... )

Reiji: ...Could you please forgive me for what I’ve done?

Yui: Of course...!

Reiji: ...Yui.

*Rustle*

Reiji: I will never let you go again. ...I promise, I will never give you up...

*Rustle*

ー He kisses her

Reiji: ...

Yui: Nn...

Reiji: ...Nnh...

Yui: ( ...Hold up, could it be...? )

Kou: Ahーah. They’re really rubbing it in our faces, huh?

Yuma: Get a room already...

Azusa: Eve...She looks so happy...

Yui: !

*Thud*

Yui: ( Everyone was looking...! )

Reiji: ...You lot, perhaps you could show some respect and not stand there watching?

Yuma: Nah. We don’t want any shit to happen at our house, so we’ll make sure to keep an eye on ya two.

Kou: Exactly! I’m pretty sure Ruki-kun will lose it if something happens.

Azusa: Right...Was Ruki angry...?

Yuma: Yeah. I was as well, obviously. But honestly, we were relieved when we got the message from the Familiar.

Kou: Sorry for acting without permission.

Yuma: Under normal circumstances I’d give ya two a good ‘ol scoldin’ but this time it was actually the best possible outcome.

Kou: Huh? Really?

Reiji: Yes. The Vibora’s castle is currently on the brink of being completely annihilated.

Yui: Eh?

Reiji: While their reasonings are not clear yet...It appears that the Church has wiped out the Vibora Clan.

Yui: No way...

Yuma: Ya would have been in deep shit if ya were at the castle still. Ya can bet yer ass that they would have taken ya with them.

Azusa: I see...Thank god, really...

Reiji: While I am in no position to say this, thank you very much.

Azusa: Don’t mention it. ...We knew that you love Eve.

Yui: A-Azusa-kun, you don’t need to...

Reiji: ...I owe you one. Well then, about the matter at hand.

Yuma: Yeah, what are we gonna do? I mean, I guess she’s safe as long as she’s here at our place...

Reiji: I think it is safe to assume that the Church caught rumor of her being at the Vibora castle and therefore decided to launch an attack to steal her away.

However, once they discover that Yui is not at the castle, they will most likely assume that she is with us and begin to fervently search through the Demon World.

Therefore, I do believe that it is in our best interest to remain here for now.

Kou: Makes sense. But I’m worried about Ruki-kun. Will he be alright by himself at Eden...?

Yuma: For now, let’s send a Familiar his way to update him on the situation.

Azusa: Yeah...We don’t know what will happen to the Sakamaki’s either.

Yuma: Good point. If they don’t get their hands on Eve soon, who knows what they’ll do to them?

Reiji: Yes. At the same time, a fairly troublesome ‘card’ seems to be in their hands.��

However...I will no longer hesitate. I will choose what I personally believe to be the correct path.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) The ‘Ravens’ is the name of a group of Ghouls led by Kino. I’m sure they show up in other routes and might be explained in more detail there, but this is my first playthrough of the game as well, so for now I have very little information on them myself.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #reiji sakamaki #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lereijiecstasyprolog

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Prologue.

It is a point of pride to you that you, the Honourable Edwin Cedermark III, once committed to a venture, never back down until you find either victory or total, humiliating defeat. It is therefore your resolve not to undertake any venture unless you are convinced it is worth the bother. One is, however, only human.

"The helmet, Ceddy, old chap," said George Elmsley to you one day at your club, leaning forward in that excitable schoolboy way of his, which the large ears and corn-blue eyes only emphasised. "The helmet of the Terror of Bledley Bough!"

Anyone who has ever spent their childhood summers at Bledley Park—and there are not a few of them, as Lady Bledley has twenty-odd nephews and nieces alone—knows of the local policeman at the village of Bledley Bough. It is due to him that a bicycle bell can still make the hairs at the back of your neck rise. No-one is swifter with a baton, more merciless with a whistle, or has less respect for the privilege of rank than the Terror.

"No! You are not saying you have got his helmet!"

"I do not. But I will. This summer, when I go back home to see Mater." George had grown up in a town not two hours’ drive from Bledley Park, and had therefore always been considered a neighbour. He had been there most summers to run around with the hordes of Lady Bledley’s relations. "It has been a long time coming, especially since he took me in for having a tiny taste of a pie that didn’t belong to me. It’s time to put the Terror in his place. I will have his helmet, and then we’ll see who laughs last!"

"Hah! If you do, then I will… bed the Duke of Bolworth on his birthday and bring you his socks as a trophy!"

Which goes to show one should never speak lightly of serious matters. Blasted George Elmsley did go back to Bledley Park in the summer, and didn’t he just get that helmet. "I’ll tell you how I did it," said that same George Elmsley proudly, tipping the helmet up over his broad brow, "so long as you keep your end of the deal. Or was that all hot wind, about bedding the Duke of Bolworth?"

So that was that. Nothing for it. You are committed. A stand-offish, married, cigar-smoking, silver-button-wearing duke of the most terrifying sort is now your swain to seduce. -

The first order of business is to secure an invitation to the birthday party at Kenwell Hall. A phone call or two accomplishes this, as your network of aunts is extensive and entrée—or auntrée—therefore only a question of dog-sitting some perfumed furry terror for an afternoon. The plan, when you get there, is simple. Allow the Duke to imbibe freely, then find your way into his bedroom and make such a lavish display of wantonness that he will have no choice but to succumb. It seems jolly foolproof to you! The only difficulty is getting upstairs to the family’s quarters without attracting the attention of the staff.

The day is breezy and mild as you motor down to the country in your black Vauxhall. Black birds write their omens of doom against a pale sky. You have rung ahead for a room at the village inn. It would have been too easy if you had been invited to stay at the Hall, wouldn’t it have? But the countess loves a large ball and hates a long visit, so only the nearest and dearest have that privilege, despite the two hundred or so bedrooms that the house boasts. Which, come to think of it, presents your second difficulty: Just which of those two hundred rooms is the Duke’s? You will have one hundred and ninety-nine chances of making a wanton display at entirely the wrong person.

Well, no adventure is without peril.

A chandelier of positively American proportions hangs from the ceiling of the grand ballroom at Kenwell Hall. One detects the handprint of the Countess, a renowned beauty who, so you hear, once entertained guests at the music halls in that great country. You can see her now, glittering with jewels, her masses of dark hair piled high upon her head, a feather wobbling uncertainly as she attends an intimate huddle of ten or so younger men.

She is not the natural mother of the heir to the title, and nothing could be more obvious when comparing the statuesque countess to that reedy flower of English manhood. As proud as you are of your English heritage (your grandfather was a Dane; and there is much to be said of Danes and Britons that is best left for history books), you must admit the country does produce its fair share of weak chins.

One must wonder if a similar chin lurks underneath the Duke’s whiskers. A man of the previous century, he sports a handsome beard. Yes, damn it—it is handsome, though the man is celebrating his fifty-fifth birthday. If only he weren’t so utterly remote and lofty, he might even be attractive. He appears to you the sort of man that, when he was a boy, never stirred from his Latin and Arithmetic except to go to chapel. You never pass judgement, of course, but it must be said it is precisely the sort of Duke that ends up marrying a music hall girl. Youthful folly, when first missed out on, will take its own back with a vengeance.

You cast a curious eye upon the throng, waving when you spot a familiar face here and there, but to be quite honest, this is not your set. Your family never strayed much in the Cambridgeshire direction since the infamous costume ball of 1899. At the end of the glittering hall, a temporary stage has been built, upon which a quadrille is being danced, while a rather obvious magician lurks nervously behind the stage, waiting for the fairy creatures to vacate his stage. You cannot blame him—any entertainer would balk at following Miss Dobson and Miss O’Malley in a pink tutus.

What a swell party this is

#the bolworth birthday bet #gamebook #saucy shenanigans #START #wodehouse pastiche

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The Arcade Games of 1980 #2: Navarone

Huh. Namco making the curious decision to base a game on a 1950s novel called 'The Guns of Navarone'. Now there's a twist I didn't see comin'.

This game is one of the newest to make a return in playable form, coming into play thanks to the Arcade Archives release in no earlier than March this year. It's very cool and I hope more super obscure releases like these will come back one day. Space Firebird, your time will come.

Now whether this game is actually good is questionable. This is an extreme case of a fish out of water. One of the first games to be based on a novel? Check. New gameplay type sorta? Check. Exceptionally dated design even compared to Namco's prior titles on this engine? Double check.

OK, well, Navarone isn't alone in that. Anyone remember the joys of SOS? The worst shoot 'em up ever that also featured a stripping lady during the game's 'coffee breaks'? This one's errr, a cut above that thankfully.

You start with a cluttered playfield full of bombs and obstacles, playing as a little battleship on the sides of the screen. Your task is simply to clear out all the nasty sh*t on what I think is a beach. There's a skull in the middle for some reason too! He has his defense mechanism that shoots at ya from different points of the field. Detonate enough bombs and you can shoot the skull itself for bonus points. Aaaaaaand that's Navarone. All of it.

This game never changes. It's the same layout over and over, no subtle changes other than the predictable increase in speed as time goes on. No reason to keep playing, and that's by far it's biggest downfall. You wouldn't know how sorely lacking it lacks that single feature. If you're so inclined to maw down on a high score, then the speed also peaks at around the same time as ALL those other games I discussed before (sans Moon Cresta).

Sorry guys, this one is plenty of fun to play and listen to, so it still gets a pass by all means. If only they bothered to give it lasting appeal, then we'd have a little underrated classic on our hands. Alas!

The Verdict

Graphics (5): The colors look nice, but they are given to very basic shapes vaguely resembling underwater ammo. The skull in the middle with an eyepatch on seems completely out of left field and looks dehydrated. As Vinny Vinesauce would say, this title is very gormless. It hardly even has a proper attract screen. Not miserable, just weak.

Sound (7): Nothing I haven't heard before in the other 'Namco Warp & Warp' engined game i've played so far, Cutie Q. The explosion noises are new to the engine and sound GOOD, it's just that that too ain't exactly crazy anymore. Most games that let you blow something up nailed the satisfaction already. Nevertheless, 'pleasant and quirky' are what come up in my head here.

Fun Factor (7): I liked it while it lasted. Once you get a rhythm down, you got all those bombs exploding one after another and taking out extra debris with it. Avoiding the defense mechanism is a fair challenge I think? It keeps you on your toes, I believe you get eliminated if you stay in one place for too long too. A sound little gameplay loop, emphasis on little, emphasis on loop.

Longevity (4): Hah. No. For high score purists on Arcade Archives only. There's some determined peeps out there, i'm kinda one of them, and kinda not at the same time. The charts are dominated by Japanese players, shows all you need to know of this game's impact overseas.

In Conclusion

#retro gaming #minuy600 #review #arcade #1980 #namco #sona #navarone

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I wanna watch puss in boots but im not sure if its worth it yk😭😭

Well, I have an excuse to share this TikTok now! But, I'll give you a legit answer - it really is worth the watch.

EDIT: OH MY GOD, I didn't even realize that I went on about this, my bad. Everything is under the cut if you're interested, kinda spoilers for who the wolf really is but chances are that you already know.

I watched the first movie when it came out and while I sadly don't remember it too well, I can tell you that it was fun. A solid movie, nothing groundbreaking but still really fun and cute.

However, Puss in Boots 2 is a delight that I never saw coming.

Something I realized as I'm writing this is that there are a lot of characters in this movie, like, a lot. We have 3 sets of antagonists, Kitty Softpaws, Perrito and Puss himself and some side characters which we see as well. For most movies it's really difficult to develop just one character let alone this many but I have to give a shout out to the antagonists because geez, I love them all.

The Wolf is by far my favorite and I kind of regret being spoiled by social media of who he really is. His presence alone is so chilling, every time the guy is on screen the entire movie suddenly turns into a horror flick! What I also love is how not evil he is and let me explain that a little better.

Yes, he is Death but he ended up helping Puss in the long run. If it weren't for him Puss would have never realized that he already had everything he wanted and would have thrown it all away by making that wish. Death ended up giving him some "tough love" in a way. Sure, he openly enjoys hunting Puss but that is because Death has his own moral code and he sticks to it throughout the entire film. He is an antagonist but he is not a villain, not like Humpty. He reprimands Puss for wasting his life away but in the final battle when Puss realizes that there are indeed people waiting for him and that he has a chance to live a full and true life, Death no longer wishes to fight him. He instead turns his back and says something along the lines of "I shouldn't have played with my food!" and doesn't bother Puss anymore. After all, Death came to take a cocky little legend into the afterlife, not whoever this new Puss in Boots is. Death walks away like the legend that he is, while telling Puss that they will meet again no matter what happens and Puss accepts this. Just overall great writing for both Puss and Death!

Humpty is the true antagonist of the movie and he is hilarious. He's that kind of villain that's there for you to root for his downfall while also delivering some solid comedy while he is at it. He became even better when that green little cricket was with him, that's absolute gold right there.

Goldilocks and the three bears made me tear up, hah. They are I guess what you would say "redeemable villains" but I don't think that description fits them well, if anyone has anything better to add you are more than welcome to do so. This group is the perfect example of the "found family" trope and I am here for it, the ending was so so sweet and I just!! Loved it!!

I also must give a special shout out to Kitty and Perrito, those two are heroes in their own right! That scene in which Puss is having a panic attack and Perrito finds him and comforts him is just... He is a good boy, he deserves everything! And Kitty, oh my. She endured so much and still managed to come on top in the end is just amazing.

This movie really is perfect for the whole family. It doesn't talk down to kids about the more serious subject matters which it tackles but it's colorful and entertaining in the best way possible. Even the adults have something to look forward to because while the main target audience are children, it's still not childish, it's the perfect golden middle.

My only complaint would probably be that the ending felt a little rushed and that Puss's stay in that cat hotel felt a bit dragged out but other than that, I have nothing else to add. I'd rate this movie a 9.5/10, it's just a wonderful experience overall.

#puss in boots 2 #puss in boots #girlie says #anon asks #perrito #death puss in boots #kitty softpaws

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ilthit · 1 year

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Thank you for the responses on my Wodehouse pastiche sex comedy CYOA poll! I'll take it!

So, I will start posting this game now instead of dilly-dallying another few years about it. Also based on the poll, It will stay Teen rated.

Alas, it will still not have an option to play as anything but a male character for the first go, BUT I promise that once the first version of the game has been fully written out, I will supply other options as well as quickly as I can write them out. It was always my intention to do that eventually.

I'll make a separate side-blog for the story-game here on Tumblr and also post it on AO3 as we go. You can only vote on Tumblr now, but you'll be able to play on either platform once it's finished.

Before then, another poll!

And finally, as a taster, under the cut: THE DRAMATIS PERSONAE and THE PROLOGUE.

Dramatis Personae

George Elmsley - A good egg (mostly). Edward, Lord Bolworth - The Duke of Bolworth. The Mysterious Phantasmo - A magician. Captain Brown - An adventurous pilot. Tom Gentle - The butler. Jeremy - The son of the Duke and Countess. Margaret, Lady Bolworth - The Countess of Bolworth, born Maggie Walters, previously known as Madame Whip. Sally Jinks - The magician’s assistant. Mrs Hannah Beard - The cook. Frances Dobson and Enid O'Malley - Best of friends.

and

The Honorable Edwin Cedermark III - You.

"No! You are not saying you have got his helmet!"

"I do not. But I will. This summer, when I go back home to see Mater." George grew up in a town not two hours’ drive from Bledley Park, and has therefore always been considered a neighbour. He has spent many a summers running around with the hordes of Lady Bledley’s relations. "It has been a long time coming, especially since he took me in for having a tiny taste of a pie that didn’t belong to me. It’s time to put the Terror in his place. I will have his helmet, and then we’ll see who laughs last!"

"Hah! If you do, then I will… bed the Duke of Bolworth on his birthday and bring you his socks as a trophy!"

So that was that. Nothing for it. You are committed. A stand-offish, married, cigar-smoking, silver-button-wearing duke of the most intimidating sort is now your swain to seduce. ~

Well, no adventure is without peril.

#wodehouse pastiche #polls #story games

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eldritch-spouse · 2 years

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give me breg with a chaotic dumbass 🔪 I am feral for it 👹

chaotic dumbass— will follow breg anywhere— but also will fall off of anything— tripping down the stairs— smacking their head off the walls— there is a car coming? it’s ok, gotta go pet that cat. those cars? hah, they’ll stop, probably. *breg screeching while watching you walk straight into traffic*

you also has the tendency to wander off, breg thinks of investing in one of those ropes that humans use on their small animal companions for you. (you are his small animal companion, and need to stop wandering away. he will buy you a fuzzy one at least, for comfort.)

also does not understand that breg wants to smash, just thinks they have a cool, really big best friend that sometimes pulls his dicks out, not what friends do, but they’ve never had a friend like him before so maybe that is what friends do?? *reader, not shying away from breg’s aggressive eye contact while he is double fisting his dicks: wow breg ur dicks are sooo big* *breg busting the fattest nut of his life: THEY THINK THEY’RE BIG!*

sorry this is so long 😵‍💫🤐

Anon, you are unhinged and I love it.

(Minors dni)

I think Breg would really love an oblivious, super ditzy idiot of a crush. If only just because he can get away with a lot of weird stuff anyone else would question immediately.

Having a dumbass for a mate is great for Breg, when you think about it. He's used to feeling really insecure over not knowing a lot about human routines, so it genuinely warms his heart to find that you somehow manage to be less informed and ten times more airheaded than him. If anything, this'll make Breg not have to work anywhere near as hard as he would have to otherwise to appear minimally normal.

Breg feels a little guilty about this but he also loves that you need constant surveillance. Because that just gives him more believable excuses as to why he needs to be by your side all the time. Feeds into his already tilted beliefs and desires. Come on, you can't even cross the road without getting into lethal danger, Breg needs to be there. He's going to make sure you eat right, that you get enough sleep, that you don't chase after stray cats on the road... Everything.

He truly feels like a caretaker because of you, even going as far as to passively let you get hurt so that he can be there to fix you up. A little part of him gets creepily pleased every time you come to him with a bruise or a deep cut, asking for Breg's help. Maybe... If you slipped and accidentally broke something, Breg could keep you nice and snug at home while he helps you recover, just the two of you.

In spite of that, your reckless behavior may actually make him more paranoid in the end. Breg is pretty sure that if someone asked you to enter their van with the promise of letting you see a puppy, you probably would- And that makes him stay up at night in the rare times where he isn't hovering over you like a hawk. He would only dare bring out the leash if you were gullible enough to fall for the ruse of it being a weird monster custom (probably pink or fluffy, yes). Breg is more likely to keep a really tight hold on your clothes or your arm- He'll resort to picking you up like a misbehaving toddler if you keep running off.

That last part killed me anon, I died. That's like the equivalent of Breg pulling his dicks out and you just going "Nice cocks bro.". I'm dying asdfg-

Being that hilariously oblivious is just disastrous. Breg is already clearer than water about his attraction, if you consistently fail to interpret his unsubtle advances, he will just die inside. His exasperation will lead Breg to do very filthy things to you while constantly trying to normalize them. It doesn't help that he finds the concept of showing off to you very attractive. If you're that much of a smooth brain, Breg won't even bother to hide erections in hopes that you'll just say something already. Like you catch him beating off over your laundry basket like the creep he is and rationalize it as something totally ordinary monsters do. Meanwhile Breg still has his hands around his junk, marveling at how blissfully stupid you are.

It would take a serious amount of frustration for Breg to just give up altogether and touch himself in front of you. And the worst part is that he would probably start to get off on how unaware you are over time. At the very least, he has the decency to be ashamed of himself afterwards. Doesn't mean he won't do it again.

I love the thought of Breg sitting you down for a very blunt heart-to-heart, outright admitting the obscenities he wants to do to you, meanwhile your brain is just making microwave noises the entire time. Not a single brain cell in there.

#Bregory #lord this is NASTY #you have a smooth beautiful brain

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artificialqueens · 2 years

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I Love You, Professor (Biadore) - Bogozbinted

A/N: i wrote this at 2am. enjoy you freaks

Hellooo, is anyone home?”

Bianca waved her hand in front of her younger student’s lost face, as usual they weren’t paying attention at the slightest. She had to deal with dumb, moody teenagers all day, it was her entire career after all. But something about Adore was different, in a way that couldn’t be explained.

“Huh? Oh, soz…”

Adore kept her head tilted, their posture still slouched and uninterested. She was relying on no more than 3 hours of sleep, plus recovering from a shitty break up with her boyfriend. She was bored, too busy focusing on the relationships in her life instead of studying 18th century European music, not the most exciting topic ever…

They started eyeing the older woman as she continued to teach the rest of the class. From her long curly ginger hair to her black heels; Adore just couldn’t take her eyes off her. Was it the sleep depravity or the weed? Who knows, but Adore definitely knew what she wanted in that specific moment - her music professor.

Their eyes were glued on her. She had a more mature, fuller frame. Adore had never been with a woman before, especially not one twice their age. Usually she would just whore herself out to random men. But, something about their emotions towards this woman was so timid and shy. She was practically flustered, just sitting there thinking about her teacher fully clothed. Her dark tights gripped her curvy legs, complemented with a fitting leather pencil skirt, hugging her wide hips. Adores leg began bouncing like mad, as if she was an excited dog.

Her body was naturally slender and tall, despite being on estrogen for 2 years she wasn’t very shaped but it was usually good enough. They liked being manhandled, but she had never thought about being with another woman. They couldn’t stop thinking about their pale body being held and groped by h-

“Sleepyhead, it’s been 20 minutes and your pen hasn’t even grazed your paper. Can you stay after class so we can talk?”

Fuck. Adore felt as if she’d just been caught in the act. She was just tired on a Tuesday afternoon and not in the mood (for class at least). They would usually try in school, however after a decade or so of it, you get quite bored. She was 18, they could drive, drink, the last place they wanted to be was a classroom. And as people packed their bags and chattered down the corridor, Adore’s paper was still completely blank besides some accidental scribbles.

“C’mon sweet, come sit next to me.”

Bianca gestured and pulled out a stool next to her, she was used to the horrific squeak of the furniture against the hard floors. Adore slowly dragged herself, asif she was a corpse, towards the stool.

“Somethings clearly bothering you. I hope you’re just tired and sober, ‘cuz I would hate to see you throw away your education like this, Dorey.”

“No, no, it’s not that.” The younger girl rubbed her eyes, almost sweating at the thought of how close they were to her sexy professor. “I just, y'know, broke up with my boyfriend and I don’t even, like, know how I feel…”

“Hmm, sweetie,” Bianca put her hand on their shoulder, rubbing it soothingly . “I don’t really know how I can help. That’s not really any of my business as your tea-”

“Maybe you could give me extra tutoring?” Adore blurted out, in a heated rush

“Hah, did you make all that up so you could ask me that?”

“No, I’m just too tired to think.”

“The usual. I think the library will be empty Thursday after school, I’ll meet you then, okay?”

Adore nodded while grabbing their stuff sloppily, turning towards the door.

“Oh, and when you’re staring at my tits, make it a little less obvious next time.”

Bianca smirked as she watched her student rush out in embarrassment. She had always liked Adore differently to the others. They were just a quiet stoner, but their passion for music seemed more genuine compared to everyone else in the class. Maybe getting off with them wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, infact, she was kind of into it. She’d been fantasising about it for a long time and she had finally found the perfect opportunity.

-> time skip because I’m lazy lolz <-

Thursday came quickly, neither girl could stop thinking about each other. Bianca didn’t go into work, she told the office she had gone to a different school to examine their techniques. She spent her entire day preparing to meet her student, as if it was a date. Well, basically it was.

Despite how hard she tried to oppress it, she really enjoyed spending time with Adore. Thinking about the witty banter they would exchange in their classes every other day kept her going. She had a big house she inherited, but no one to share it with. Maybe her favourite student was perfect for the job?

Adore threw on her usual baggy trousers and hoodie. Despite beginning her transition 3 years ago, they never really had an interest in hyper femininity. They had a few slutty lingerie sets laying around, but that’s pretty much a set expectation for any woman in her prime. She obviously wanted to set a good impression in her fashion, however there’s no point when the clothes are just gonna end up on the floor. She wandered out the house, taking only her phone and airpods. The library was only in the city centre, a 15 minute walk from Adore’s trashy flat. The perfect amount of time to think about her actions and how she’s gonna behave.

“You’re on time, that’s new.” Bianca said, leaning into the girl to give her a small motherly kiss on the cheek.

“I just wanted to see you, that’s all”

“It’s sweet when you put effort in.”

The library was completely empty. After all it was a late Thursday afternoon, fairly dark outside. Even Bianca wasn’t really in the mood for education, she just needed an excuse, a cover up, to get closer to Adore. She plopped her bag on the wooden table, pulling out a thick leather-bound book.

“Here baby, these books have most of the notes in. Can you just copy them up for me?” She said, playing with the other girls’ brunette hair.

Adore nodded, whimpering slightly. She felt her professor’s warm hands travel up and down her thighs. Fuck. She has clearly done this with someone else before, the young girl had never seen anyone tease with this much skill. They bit down on their pen, cracking it slightly, trying to muffle her soft moans. By now, Bianca had fully unzipped her students’ jeans and had her hands gently massaging Adore’s ever growing bulge. She began grinding on her lover’s hand, still pretending to seem interested in her music work.

“Sweetheart, you haven’t written anything down yet.”

Adore let out a loud moan, she couldn’t help herself. She had never been teased so viciously in her entire life. Noone had ever focused on pleasuring them specifically, without benefit involved. Bianca’s touch was so aggressive in nature, yet so timid and loving towards Adore specifically. To think that her strict, well dressed music teacher was currently jerking her off in a public library was sending her brain further into overload.

“Ple-please, suck me off please.”

Adore whispered, their entire body tense. Their breathing became more vigorous as the gentle pace of the jerking slowed down.

“I don’t think you’ve done enough work baby.”

She worked her way down her students sensitive neck, leaving predominant purple bruises. Adore advanced her hands down the older woman’s blouse, squeezing her tits softly. Their cock started throbbing even harder. The risk of being caught, turned them both on to an extreme, combined with the nature of their ‘taboo’ relationship: Adore was set to cum any minute now. She pulled Bianca’s head from her butchered neck and to her lips. They could hardly keep their lips and hands off each other.

“Fuuck…”

Adore squirted cum up her lover’s shirt and all over her hands. Drawing her in for one final sloppy kiss. Reality had finally sunk in for both of them - had they just really done this in a public library. No actual progress was made in furthering her failing education, but it was still the most productive studying she had ever done in her life.

“I love you, professor.”

#rpdr fanfiction #adore delano #bianca del rio #biadore #smut #lesbian au #trans character #student/teacher #college au #bogozbinted #concrit welcome

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