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bewarethegrim · 1 year

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Punk Steve but it's my random thoughts and it goes real off topic real fast:

After Nancy breaks up with him, Steve feels lost and untethered. He ends up in a shitty dive bar where a band called "Bad Brains" is playing. In that moment Steve falls in love with the punk scene.

No one there looked like they were trying to fit in, even with each other. The music was fast, loud and angry. He fucking loved it.

It started with a leather jacket. He found it at a thrift store, tired of the polos and khakis. On impulse, he grabs some paint and spikes from a craft store nearby.

He paints two spiked baseball bats on the back, crossing in an X.

One night, bored, he grabs a pair of scissors and cuts his hair. His hair was such a symbol of who he was, who he didn't want to me anymore. He cut the sides down and then shaved them with his razor. He kept the rest long, but he used his Farah Fawcett spray to make it messy instead of perfect.

A lip ring, a nose ring, and eyebrow piercing and rows of ear piercings follow. The only thing he doesn't get are any tattoos.

Billy Hargrove watches these changes from the side with a critical eye, convinced Steve is a poser. It's not until Billy runs into Steve at the Dive bar where Steve first heard Punk that Billy realises that maybe he was wrong. Steve seems to know everyone there, and they all seem to welcome him happily.

Billy tries to awkwardly apologise for beating the shit outta him a few months back, but Steve shrugs him off. He says "I get how it looked, and I can take a beating. But what you did and said to Lucas? That was fucked up."

And Billy wants to curl up in shame. Under all the spikes Steve has the most disappointed mom look.

And Billy knows that Steves right. His anger at Lucas was misplaced with his anger with his dad and his situation.

So Billy stalks up the Lucas at the arcade one day, and stares him down, noting with admiration when the younger boy doesn't back down.

"I'm sorry about that night." He says, stilted. "There are enough racist assholes in Hawkins, my old man included. Shouldn't have to deal with general assholes, too. Just don't let him catch wind of you and Maxine, got it?"

And Lucas looks shocked. But he nods and walks back to his anxious looking group of nerds.

After that, Steve actually approaches Billy. He asks for music recommendations at first, mostly. But that turns into asking if he wanted to come to shows, and just hanging out.

Eventually, Steve meets Robin at Scoops. His piercings are all out now, and his hair is growing out (at his parents insistence.) But he still wears his spiked jacket over his stupid scoops uniform with his black doc martens.

And Billy isn't jealous. He tells Heather that every time she claims he's "sulking" when Steve shows up with his pack of nerds at the pool, Robin often in tow now, too.

And when Billy hits something in the road, his gut instinct is to call Steve. And Steve doesn't laugh like he thought he would, he tells Billy to get back in the car and drive . And Billy listens. He gets his ass back in the slightly busted Camaro and speeds to the Harrington house where he promptly breaks the fuck down because what the fuck did he just see?

And Steve explains it all to him (Billy understands the nail bat now). And just like that Billy is apart of the Hawkins defense squad.

After the mindflayer (his dad is killed in the process, Billy counts that as a major win) he moves into the trailer park, Susan and Max living next door. That Munson kid lives across the road, and so Steve comes to his place more because he has better access to weed and other drugs.

Steve finds it hilarious when Munson introduces himself to Steve. Steve who's piercings are back in, hair recut and dyed bright red in some spots, and eyes lined with black eyeliner from his mom's vanity.

One night, when happily stoned, laying half naked on top of each other, Steve tracing Billy's skull tattoo, he asks Billy to tattoo him.

With the help of Eddie's machine, Steve's first tattoo says pretty boy in a banner underneath a spiked crown. Billy chose it, obviously.

Steve loves it.

#punk steve harrington #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #punk steve au #I lost the plot somewhere along the way #punk steve written by a punk #I love projecting onto steve <3

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spicyclover · 1 year

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I don’t want to! | part one

Summary: After spending holidays together, which was a disaster. Mick comes running back to you.

Part one | Part two

Hope you’ll enjoy this part. Let me know in the comments section! And to support me!

Enjoy

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

Warning: Dialogue inspires by the French film The Crisis, La Crise.

You’re not cut out for big parties, and that’s a fact. You don’t drink much, if ever. You don’t smoke and don’t go out to bars and nightclubs every weekend. You have always found that you have more fun in small groups at restaurants, house parties or simply alone at home.

You’ve never been very fond of Mick’s friends and them of you. You tolerate them from time to time, and it’s the best, but lately, Mick has changed and not for the better.

You tried to talk to him, but he kept shutting you down every time. So you decided to stay out of it. Anyway, he never formalized your relationship. You never know which feet danced, and indeed you’re fed up.

You had a big fight on New Year’s. He begged you to come with him and his friends to Australia for the holidays, and you finally agreed, but as soon as you arrived. He left you alone in your hotel room. He leaves early, and he comes home late. And when he decides to go home, he’s too tired to do anything.

You asked him to spend the New Year just the two of us one night, and he agreed. At 8:45 pm, the 31st, alone in the hotel room waiting for him to come home from his day, again spent with his friends instead of you. You got tired of it. He’s really fucking with you. You’ve been ready for an hour, and he still hasn’t arrived. You’re trying to call him, but he’s obviously not answering.

It’s only around 10:30 that you see the publication of one of your friends, that they’re all on a yacht smoking shisha and celebrating New Year’s without you.

You know very well whose idea this is, and it’s Jack’s.

It was too much. You pack your belongings in your suitcase and sleep at your sister’s, who lives a few minutes from the hotel where you are staying. After all, she’s not surprised to see you show up with your suitcase after the four days you spent alone talking.

You have a good time with them until the new year.

After that, you took the first plane back to London. You didn’t tell Mick, even though he kept texting you after discovering the empty room. Several of his friends also tried to contact you, but what hypocrites those.

It’s three o'clock in the morning, January 3rd when you hear the drumming at your door.

"What are you doing here?"

"I brought all my stuff. I’m tired of not sleeping with you all day, of not being the first person you see when you wake up, and if you think I’m messing with you. Then I’ll settle down.”

"Where do you stay?" You definitely need clarification.

“Yours.”

"Well, Mick, it’s three in the morning.”

"That’s all right, go back to bed quickly. I’ll go in and join you."

"What are you doing?"

"I’ve been an egoist. I loved my freedom too much, so I wanted to get away from you by spending more time with my friends. But I only wanted to have you close to me when I was on that boat. To be able to kiss you and hug you. I’m sorry I missed our appointment. I screwed up. I didn’t see the time, and then we got on the boat, and it was already too late.” He opens by taking your hands.

“Heu...”

"I never offered to be my girlfriend or live with you. But now I’ve been thinking. I realized that I love you and want to build something together. You and me.”

“You and me?” You repeat in kind of shock.

“Yes!”

"But I don’t want you to come and stay with me."

“What do you mean you don’t want to?” Asks Mick confused.

“Well, no, I don’t want to. Not after what you did to me, and I don’t have much space first. I don’t want to, you know? Not at all." You finish looking at him in the eyes.

"What don’t you want?"

“I don’t know about anything. You’re always hungry when I go on a diet. You shave for hours and never clean the sink. I don’t have room for a giant washing machine. I think your friend Jack is shit, and I don’t want him coming to my house and watching football and eating all my peanuts. I don’t know, lots of stuff.”

“You don’t like my friends?"

"Well, Jack, I don’t like him, no.” You admit.

"Well, if you loved me, you’d love my friends too."

"Well, I love you, but Jack is still sticking in my throat. Plus, I just built a library, and I finally managed to put all my stuff away, so if it’s more than...”

"What you can be of egotism!"

"No, but say which! Where do you think you are?" You take offence when you hear him.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you come to my house at three in the morning to annoy me."

"Oh, well? I’m coming to ask you to be my girlfriend, and you call that annoying?"

"Look, Mick, I don’t want to live with anyone, you understand? Neither you nor anyone. I don’t want to. I want to live alone, alone, alone! You understand?" I want to be able to fart in my bed, go home at any time, eat in a corner if I want to, and invite friends, clean only once a year if I want to. I want to spend my rubbish my way.

"But all this you can do very well. I don’t see what the problem is."

"The problem is, I don’t want a guy lying on my couch yawning and saying “what’s to eat tonight?" I don’t want to be told, "Hey, you’re doing so good ironing." I don’t want to buy the new Mercedes, which is fabulous, and we’ll pay for the drafts together. I don’t want your mom calling me to see if I gave you your flu pills. I don’t want your dirty socks in my laundry basket. I don’t want to clean the kitchen for three hours the day you decide to make paella for your colleagues. I don’t want to ask if you agree to watch a movie instead of a sport. I don’t want to! I don’t want to! Your life is your life. My life is my life.” You exclaim, tired of his nonsense.

"Well, if I understand correctly, you want to be able to have sex with whoever you want, right?"

"You tire me!"

"Do you have someone else?"

“Look, Mick, I love you, I love you very much, but being like that, suits me very well. We see each other sometimes, and everyone stays home, which is much better.”

"I’m sure you have someone else." He keeps assuming.

"I have no one else." You sight before closing the door on him.

To be continued.

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher angst #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 angst #f1 #angst #lacrise

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deafeninggardenerpanda · 1 year

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ive been reading the samurai kirby novel test reads and oh Boy i am so so glad i called dibs on this novel ive been actively enjoying every second of it

tbh if theres like anyone Super looking forward to this novel, i recommend going in completely blind for a number of reasons. but to those who don't care here's some brief rambles

this novel has test reads published every week for a month like the rtdl novel, instead of just one test read about a week before the novel's release date like novels usually do. the rtdl novel i could excuse as being separate from the usual novels, but this is a bit odd. i guess im not complaining though, it means a lot more reading and content for me. currently there have been three test reads released so far

previous post about this novel, if you didn't hear before and want the full rundown

interestingly meta knight hasn't appeared yet, even though he seems to be super important from the synopsis and a duo with kirby for the book's major plot of retrieving the sword technique scroll

also related, the major plot of retrieving any sort of sword technique scroll has not even been remotely mentioned yet at this point

what has been mentioned, then? well first of all everyone lives under a brutal dictatorship. the lord of this place enforces strict and unreasonable laws and anyone who speaks ill of them are arrested. there's multiple occasions of characters freaking out and telling others to shut up in case the authority are secretly listening. according to a rumor from pharmacist scarfy and postman wheelie, dissenters also get taken from their houses at night and thrown into a dungeon never to be seen again, and that there were pained groans heard coming from the dungeon the other night.

its not stated but in my opinion this is definitely a kid friendly version of yeah the police totally torture and starve you. also the police are terrifying animated wooden mechanical puppets, said to be "bloodthirsty". anyways

the animal troupe is in fact this universe's version of beast pack. elfy and them are like a family in this and it makes me buckwild insane. leon acts like an overprotective dad

dedede has been mentioned. he's apparently a double agent against the evil lord and secretly protects everyone. actually really cool

meta knight has not been mentioned. magolor also hasn't been mentioned, but apart from being a sweets merchant he's also apparently a riverman, according to the character introductions.

clawroline wears a kimono. i love her. that's all i wanted to say with that

i was confused about this in my initial post about this novel but bandana waddle dee has been renamed to tenugui waddle dee in this novel, because he wears a tenugui (japanese hand towel) on his head instead of a bandana

oh yeah that brutal dictatorship thing i mentioned earlier? the main ongoing current conflict with that is that no one can eat dango or mochi because of it. that's literally the only thing anyone's mad about. who cares about having your rights being taken away if you can't have mochi i guess. very dreamland-core

anddd the town this takes place in is called pupupu machi (pupupu town) which im considering translating as cappy town, since Dream Town does not have a good ring to it. but i think Some anime haters would get Really upset if i called it cappy town so lol

#*gardening noises*#LATE NIGHT RAMBLE HOURS #kirby light novels #im going buckwild insane over this novel its so Much in the best way #AU NOVELS JUST KEEP WINNING

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sinelanguage · 2 months

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and for the museum of the day i was Considerably more excited for: the National Museum of Modern Art!! splitting this into two parts for my sanity, main exhibit first

one thing that impressed me about this museum was the overall presentation of descriptions used. a lot of art museums will present some information and context to the piece, but the national museum specifically tried to encourage people to read the text (metaphorically) and engage in Thoughts. it was pretty neat to look at a piece then see what specific emphasize the museum curator wanted to put on something.

For example, Nakanishi Natsuyuki’s piece Compact Object was described like this:

Fish bones, a rubber ball, a clock, seashells, hair.. this egg-shaped object seems to be packed with the contents of a garbage can. Or is it a time capsule, capturing a fleeting moment during a certain era? Nakanishi staged performances by bringing these clusters of everyday objects into public spaces, such as in the streets and on trains. His intent seems to have been to carry a microcosm of the world in his hands rather than to produce a sculpture that sits on a pedestal.

which, imo, does a decent job at explaining the intent but also promoting people to think about the intent going into objects on a level a bit further than just “here’s what this means.” this was pretty consistent in the museum’s presentation, which I really appreciated.

The other thing I thought was incredibly funny was this fucking. diary entry they had on display. keep in mind i was dead on my feet in this museum writing down notes to post to my tumblr blog and then read kishida ryusei’s diary from 1923:

Woke up around 10 o clock with a slight headache. Not surprising since i was up unttl three last night talking with Senge [Motomaro] and others, and that's why I overslept. Took a bath after breakfast. Got on the 1:49 pm train to Tokyo and then a taxi to Shintomiza. The play was about to start. My seat was excellent. Sendai Hagi is a famous kabuki play, but it was the first time I had actually seen it. The scenes performed were: the Bamboo Room, Cooking Rice, Under the Floor, The Showdown, The Scar. All of these were fascinating. I's not often these days that l immerse myself as deeply in kabuki as I did this time.

me, two museums in, feeling a profound kinship with this artist from a century ago writing a diary entry about his hang over but going to tokyo for three plays. as i write notes in my phone about art. incredible.

For actual pieces though there were quite a few:

Kayama Mayazo, Waves in Spring and Autumn thought this piece had a lot of really neat spins on some classic imagery (mountains, seasonal trees, waves/water). I especially liked the details of the waves breaking— the waves themselves were this even, looping/fluid lines but the edges were crashing with noisy scribbles

Komaki Gentaro, Bricks and a Squirrel: this is one of those “can’t explain myself”. the bricks had a very weird wood grain pattern, paired with a squirrel in this frightening black orb, completely surrounded. sometimes ur just a squirrel in an orb

Nomiyama Gyoji, The Withered: i like organic things in weird, inorganic messes. this was like, a rat king but with branches, and it was confusing to look at. enjoyed it a lot.

Kodama Yasue, ambient light - sakura: this is exactly what it says on the tin but for what it is it works really well. it’s just the impression of looking up at Sakura blossoms through sunlight, and man is it effective at it. I think in person this works better just for the size and detail of it- it captures the feeling of looking up through foliage very well and was very pretty to boot

Takanashi Yutaka, Hongo: Mansada Parlor, 6-17-1 Hongo, Bunkyo-ku from Machi imo all of takanashi’s photos had this very lived in quality to them, like a photo taken of a place that feels deeply familiar and like home. The collection overall has these deep colors and contrasts with mundane settings and a large amount of visual objects/interest, so it made the feel of the piece really nice (photos here)

overall: really solid, probably doesn’t beat the contemporary art museum but that’s just because my taste is what it is. for an art museum though, i really appreciated the approach and curation

#personal #sineposting

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konjaku · 1 year

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白詰草[Shirotsumekusa] Trifolium repens

白[Shiro] : White

詰[Tsume] : Fill, pack, stuff

草[Kusa] : Grass, herb

Native to Europe. It was introduced in the Meiji period (1868-1912), but before that, its dried leaves were stuffed around glassware imported from the Netherlands as a cushioning material. This is the origin of the name. https://nagasakidejima.jp/english/

The flowers usually bloom from spring to autumn. This one is somewhat unseasonable. Unseasonable is called 季節外れ[Kisetsu-hazure]. In passing,

町外れ[Machi-hazure] : Outskirts of a town (町 : town)

的外れ[Mato-hazure] : Out of focus, irrelevant (的 : target)

桁外れ[Keta-hazure] : Extraordinary, incredible (桁 : figure)

期待外れ[Kitai-hazure] : Disappointing (期待 : expectation, hope)

... etc.

#flowers #nature #japan #nihongo #original photography #langblr

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jams-sims · 1 year

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So this is the creation of the spiders it all started with a single death of a childhood friend. So they all made a fucking murder pack with each other. Which lead to them becoming one of the deadliest groups. Shit, we even get a glimpse of how Machi learned to do what she does but to the living.

So from Nobunga words clearly they lost their way, they were meant to be "heros". But got corrupted along the way. An either killed Kurapika entire clan for power or was complacent and accomplices to their death to gain power.

After they got older its clear they said fuck the world and the world answered back no fuck you. Gon in all his hardships never morphed his abolsulte shitty hand into his villian orgin story. I feel bad for child chrollo cause if you look at metero city it is a fucking nightmare. An no wonder Hisoka and Chrollo are so feared. I would be scared to if a city that was basically a bunch of tent stuck together and a large ass forest full of dead kids. Produced some of the most unhinged fucking nenusers. Those type of condition not even the zoldyck could't reproduce.

An instead of holding out hope to do the best Chrollo fell to despair. He wants to kill hisoka because it like the little girl all over again.

I still hate Chrollo cause Kurapika is my bby, but having someone more deadly molly woop your group. Because you misunderstood how this was going to go down. You can ride this high horse of we are better our plans are better (our shoes are better) and not think your gonna get pushed back down. Thats all Hisoka really did now that I think about it. He made them feel like powerless childern again. By taking out two of their own.

#hxh #chrollo #hxh 397 #hunter x hunter

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vivaresmala · 2 years

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Presenting Illumina's dorm leader, Alula Velata

╰┈➤┊ ❝ BASIC INFORMATION ❞┊

Full name: Alula Velata

Nicknames: Mitsumame (stage name), Allie (Her friends)

Age: 20

Gender: female, she/her

Sexuality: Demiromantic

Birthday: 19th July

Species/race: human

Homeland: Veiled Archipelago

Languages spoken: Japanese, korean

╰┈➤┊ ❝ APPEREANCE ❞┊

Height:186 cm (6'1)

Eye colour: teal blue

Hair colour: lavander purple to light pink

Distinctive traits: star shaped pupils, heart-ish tatoo on her left hand

Body type: pear shaped

Alternative/other forms: ///

Additional notes/characteristic: Alula wears eye contacts tk make her eyes more blue, they are normally much darker

╰┈➤┊ ❝ PERSONALITY & BACKSTORY ❞┊

Description: Alula's personality is made of layers. The first one is her idol persona, where she seems overly sweet and optimistic, always assuming people know her and loves giving out her autograph. The second one is one she uses to ward off people when they get too close to her, one where she pretends to be an arrogant and spoiled chelebrity, too important to talk to other people. But if you have aneough patience with her, Alula can be kind and motherly to her friends and would do anything to keep them from harm's way.

Flaws: overprotective, not willing to take any risks, bossy at times

Fears: fear of failure and abandonment

Talents:singing, magic duels

Relashionships:

•Neige

One of the first people she made a collaboration with, Alula helped Neige win VDC the year before and since then considers him her little brother. She is often the one looking out for him and his dwarf friends, she even made some of his outfits and accessories he wears outside school.

•Kazuhiko ( @tsukikoayanosuke )

alula slamming adoption papers for him right away/hj

Thinks he's too naive for his own good, but she can deal with his over-emotional speeches because they don't trouble her that much. She is very interested in his signature spell it could be very useful to her.

•Machi ( @twstedprincess )

Alula admires her determination in her studies, and is impressed that the Guardian of Time had took her under their wing. Alula likely thinks of her as the next Guardian or Dorm leader after she leaves and tries to teach her some new spells when she can.

Family:

-mother & father

Backstory: The wonderful amd eye-catching Mitsumame, also called Alula, has more humble origins than one might think. She was born and raised by two bakers in the Queendom Of Roses, and became famous under the false identity of Mitsumame, she only revealed herself as Alula Velata recently whoch her fans didn't take too well. She is still trying hard to both succed in her studies and keep up her fame.

╰┈➤┊ ❝ SCHOOL LIFE ❞┊

Affiliation: Royal Sword Academy

Dorm: Illumina

Class: 4-C

Grade: 4th year

Room number: n°5

Best subject: Blessings and courses

Worst subject: Alchemy

Club: Music Club

╰┈➤┊ ❝ FUN FACTS ❞┊

Likes: cats, playing the keyboard, dressing up

Dislikes: getting made fun of, Vil, choatic students, clumsiness

Favorite food: Crêpes

Least favorite food: anything grilled

Hobbies: writing songs, cooking

╰┈➤┊ ❝ UNIQUE MAGIC ❞┊

•"CHANGE OF HEART"

this signature spell allows the user to change one's appereance for a few hours. The style depends on what their personality is like. This Unique Magic changes almost everything about the individual (unless they are already dressed the way that reflects them, then the spell will work on what feeling they have at the moment). It is not useful in battle, but for sneaking and stealth.

╰┈➤┊ ❝ TRIVIA ❞┊

❥ Alula's pets and familiars are two cats, Connie and Poivi who are always with her. They are both able to talk, and Poivi often gives Allie good advice while Connie is a trouble maker

❥Alula's baking is the best there is, and she often makes packed lunches for the Guardians and herself. She also has a habit of baking too much when she's stressed

❥Her main genre of music is pop and alternative pop, though she would love to collab

❥she is also very interested in fashion, most of the outfits she wears are made by her, and she also gets caught doodling during lessons

❥she also loves dressing up in matching outfits with her friends and apprentices

#HERE SHE IS FINALLY #Also if you want the template I used for her bio u can dm me #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst original character #oc #twisted wonderland oc #twisted oc #rsa oc #RSA #royal sword academy #Illumina☁️

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narrators-journal · 6 months

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Sexual healing

I hope this has enough spanking in it, I’m never too sure how to make spanking HOT enough lol. I at least had a fun time writing it? I know it’s not particularly LOVING, but tbh I always got the vibe from Machi that she was a lesbian, so I mayyyy have made a colder bitch than Illumi lmao. Other than that, just another Ao3 ask!

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober Masterlist: Here

CW: Spanking, Hisoka gets pegged, handcuffs are included. I may not have focused on the prompt, but it is spicy regardless!

Feitan and Uvogin? Healed. Dinner? Had. The members of the phantom troupe? Accounted for, and in one piece. All around, Machi Komacine considered her night free to herself. After all, her usual thorns in the side were either drunkenly passed out, or dealt with after that day’s mission. Plus! Hisoka Morrow, the painted, colorful bastard, wasn’t included in this job! She was free of him and his mind games.

So, taking down her light pink hair from its usual fluffy ponytail, Machi slipped into her sleeping bag, letting out a content sigh when the blissful comfort of a mattress seemed to turn her bones into jelly. After so long af sleeping in abandoned buildings or stolen cars, the healer didn’t care about the creaky, cheap mattress. It was a mattress.

Yet, an early bedtime wasn’t in the cards. Judging from the sickly familiar pattern of knocks at her door. Grimacing, the healer rolled over so that her back was to the door. Firmly ignoring it, only for the bastard to sing, “Macha~ Be a dear and let me in~”

So, with a mix of a sigh and a groan, Machi unzipped her sleeping bag and basically threw herself from the cheap hotel bed to stomp over and rip the door nearly off the hinges. “What the fuck do you want, Morrow? Why are you even here?” She spat, sapphire eyes narrowing darkly as she glared into those snake-yellow, smug eyes staring down at her. “I missed you! So, I came to find you.” Was the sappy response Hisoka gave, batting his lashes at her, jesus christ she’d kill for lashes that thick, and playing sweet. But, the sugar made Machi’s stomach churn. “Fuck off.” she spat again, trying to slam the door in the clown’s face. However, he was quicker, and got his foot in the door before she could entirely shut him out. ”Oh come on, Machi! Let me in, I’ll make my visit quick.” He promised, unbothered by the woman throwing her weight into the door to try and force his foot out of the way. Until, finally, she gave another groan and just caved, going back to the bed to pack up her sleeping bag. And, when she turned around, sure enough, the tall psychopath had followed her in.

The silence of his movements brought a shudder, but the healer bottled it up, knowing that any sign of how much Hisoka scared her would draw out whatever game he wanted to play, or demand he had for her. So, she turned her attention to tying her long hair back into its usual style. “Alright. What do you need sewn up.” She said coolly, ignoring how close he was to trapping her between the bed and his well-muscled body as she walked over to her duffle bag to dig out the pin cushion she kept her needles in. Making a conscious choice to crouch down instead of bend when she did. “Nothing,” He hummed, his syrupy tone dropped in favor of a more bored one. A glance over her shoulder revealing that the clown had gone from flirtatious, to more casual. Which, only meant one thing. “God damn it, Hisoka. Don’t you have a boytoy or something?! Some poor bitch you’ve baby trapped?” She snapped, standing up to glare at him again, her hands on her hips like an annoyed mother. Yet, her harsh tone didn’t seem to phase the pink-haired man, barely getting him to lift his yellow eyes from some mystery stain on his outfit. “No, everyone else is so boring. And Illumi said that if I try to bargain for sex a second time, he’d put a needle in my urethra.” He sighed, pouting at her like he wanted her sympathy for that.

Which, Machi did show. After all, while the phantom troupe were a ballsy pack of villains, even they were scared of crossing the Zoldyck family. And, personally, Illumi Zoldyck was Machi’s personal nightmare. With bottomless, soulless pits for eyes, suffocating nen that he used for a terrifying ability, and such a clinical, almost robotic personality, Machi would sooner face the devil than that man.

Though, on some level, maybe the devil was a far more likely encounter than people normally had. After all, he currently sat on her bed, giving her puppy dog eyes.

So, with a long sigh, Machi pinched the bridge of her nose, gritting her teeth in pure annoyance. “Fine. But I’m gagging you.” She told the tall man, getting a thousand watt smile that would’ve been charming if it was from anyone else. But, that aside, the healer simply turned back to her dufflebag to fish out some handcuffs, ball gag, and a vibrantly purple strap on that she kept for a more desirable partner.

By the time she turned back to Hisoka, he was already naked. His vest and pants were torn off as if he was some bachelorette stripper rather than a murderous psycho, but she didn’t bother questioning his speed or skill with stripping down. “Get on the bed. Face down, and put your hands out like usual.” she ordered, watching the scarred man eagerly climb onto the cheap, creaky bed, his ass already in the air. Machi coming over to cuff his wrists together once he was in position. “Open.” she added, a little perturbed by how readily Hisoka opened his mouth to let her put the thick rubber ball in his mouth and secure it around his head. Or, maybe it was the glitter of lust sparkling in his yellow eyes, either way, she didn’t know how to feel.

Regardless of that, though, she just went about the usual steps of their ‘hook ups’, as Hisoka called these meetings. Strolling down to the foot of the bed to kick off her sleep shorts and pull on the base of her sex toy, ensuring the silicone dildo was secure before moving to stand behind him, staring down at the round rump eagerly awaiting whatever she was going to do.

It wasn’t a surprise that Hisoka was so horny for whatever sex he could get, but it still somewhat annoyed the healer that he was so okay with being pegged, and, even after her setting such a firm rule on that being her only form of sexual contact with him, him asking for it.

"You really need to find someone else to 'scratch your itch'." Machi huffed, slapping the homicidal clown's ass, knowing well enough that he couldn't answer through the gag she'd tied in his mouth. "Like a prostitute."

Despite her complaints, though, the woman gave another slap to Hisoka's ass. At least enjoying the chance to cause the annoying bastard some pain for all of the healing he demands of her, and his general flirty pestering. If he got some sense of pleasure out of her strikes, that was up to him, but for her, the sight of the powerful man on his belly, handcuffed to the bed posts with a ball gag keeping him silent was more cathartic than arousing. But, if it kept him from dragging himself to her for free healing, she was willing to tolerate his sexual appetite.

So, she grabbed the bottle of lube and stroked a thin layer of it onto the pink silicone strap on she wore. Then, she simply lined herself up and pushed into Hisoka, thanking whatever god there was that he had been gagged when he let out a pornographic moan.

But, she ignored his theatrics and simply grabbed onto his hips when he pushed back against her and began moving. Tuning out each lustful noise and letting the pink-haired man push his ass back to meet her thrusts eagerly, only focusing on humping into him and pacing herself. After all, the last time she’d rushed one of their ‘hook up’, Hisoka had whined and purposely increased her work load to spite her. So, she made sure her thrusts alternated between slow, deep movements, and quicker ones.

Plunging the pink toy into Hisoka, clawing into his scarred skin, and sprinkling in a few harsh slaps to the meat of his ass, Machi still found no pleasure in her companion, but she did feel a small seed of pride and power sprout in her chest. After all, while Hisoka Morrow was far too annoying and deranged for her to consider dating him, he was still insanely powerful. He almost never stopped training and pushing himself, which the pink-haired woman would’ve respected far more if he wasn’t so...indescriminate with that drive. So, while she did hold a bit of respect for his fighting abilities, and maybe a little for his sadistic joy, there were simply too many factors for the woman to get more than an ego boost out of the sexual aspect of their meetings.

Finally pulling herself out of that rabbit hole, Machi let out a slow breath and focused back in on the man she had tied down on the hotel bed. Noting his dishevelled pink hair, sweat-beaded skin, and muffled, needy moans as she lifted her hand and landed another severe blow to his, surely sore by that point, ass again, getting a more emphatic moan in response. Which, she took as a good sign and switched to a faster pace. The mulling over of Hisoka’s ambiguous, confusing signals could be pushed off for the time being. For now, she focused on the joy she got out of leaving an angry patch of red on the scarred man’s ass as she fucked him.

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summer, night 13 (part two)

has your life ever fallen apart to the point where you've smoked a cigarette squatted on the floor? its not fun (source: personal experience)

calendar | prior | morn

The patio door slides shut behind Chrollo as he enters the warm night. The palm trees float together in the breeze. It’s a nice night. It’s a night Chrollo didn’t want to spend like this. Taking one of Nobunaga’s shittily rolled cigarettes and leaning up against the low half wall. Making decisions. His ears beating in his head, a constanstant pumping of blood.

He takes a long inhale of the nicotine.

“I should quit,” Chrollo says.

Nobunaga grunts at that. “What are we quitting?”

Chrollo holds up the cigarette. Nobunaga laughs.

“You ain’t quitting that anytime soon. Not with this stress,” Nobunaga says, shaking his head. “You ain’t stupid.”

“I might be,” Chrollo says, squatting down. His arms extend out over his knees, biceps resting so his elbows cause no pressure to his joints while he smokes. “I might fucking be.”

Smoke leaves Chrollo’s lips. “I have all these fucking abilities, and I can’t raise the dead. I’ve never encountered anyone who... Anyone who can raise them. There are people who can speak to them, but they need a name. And I have nothing. I don’t even have a fucking name, and I can’t get one out of the bastard necause I killed him before I could think. I didn’t even think.”

Nobunaga squats down beside Chrollo, and takes a drag from his cigarette again. “Boss, can I tell you a story?”

Chrollo’s gaze turns down. In the dim light echoing from the kitchen, his lashes are long across his cheeks. His hair hangs over his forehead. In Nobunaga’s opinion, he looks more like a scared teenager than he ever had as a child.

“I will anyways. I will anyways. It was years ago. I was laying awake at night, listening to these loud bugs that were screaming for their lives outside. I’d heard these bugs my whole life. But that night, they scared the shit out of me. You’d call it an omen or something, something smart like that. But they scared me that night. They were too loud. I knew something was wrong.

“I didn’t have a sword then. It had just been stolen from me. But somethin’ in me sent me running. Shot me up off that moss and into that scream of bugs. And I was glad I went too, because those screams, they were drowning out the sound of Uvogin’s screams.” Nobunaga takes a drag, just to distract his mouth for a moment. “I’ve never killed animals faster in my life before, with my bare hands. I don’t think I’ve ever killed again with my bare hands. I’d barely knew the kid, and we were both kids. We were stupid. He’d gone off because he thought he heard me screamin’. Didn’t even think to check if I was still layin’ there, countin’ stars tryin’ to sleep.

“Turns out, it was this pack of monkeys. They mimicked the sounds of humans, but only when they’re in pain. I don’t know if you ever encountered them but. They’re howelers. All of them. Took a huge bite out of Uvo’s calf. We didn’t know if he’d ever fully recover. Bastard did though, you know the man. But.” Nobunaga took another drag of his cigarette. Speaks of the dead in the present. “My point is. I didn’t even think about it. Neither of us did. Don’t take it personally. Not thinking is what makes us human.”

One of Chrollo’s hands raises to wipe his eyes with his thumb and his forefinger. “It’s my fault Uvogin is dead,” He breathes.

“No,” Nobunaga says. “That ain’t your fault. It is your fault that in the past few months you’ve given Machi more work to do than Hisoka does and all over a girl who don’t even know about what we do. Damn clown begs for the risks. Uvogin knew the risks. I know the risks. I knew the risks when I ran after Uvogin all those years ago. You know the risks of what you do. Does she? Do you?”

Chrollo glances over at Nobunaga, his eyes red rimmed to the waterline. “I do.”

“Do you?” Nobunaga asks again.

Chrollo’s eyes slip shut again and he nods. Takes another sip of smoke. “I’m gonna tell her.”

“Tell her what?”

“What we do. What happened tonight. That I’m going to figure out whoever did this. Shal thinks it’s one of the Families, trying to get even. Could be the chain-user too, but I don’t think he has enough connections to do something like this. I’ve got to move her universities. She’s in danger where she is. I’ll take her to Kakin, get her a job there. It’ll be fine. Just like it used to be.”

“You’ve gone fucking insane,” Machi cuts in. It draws both of their attention to her. “You think it’s going to go well?”

Chrollo blinks at her. “It needs to happen.”

“Listen, I don’t want to support your delusion anymore than I already do,” Machi says, shaking her head. “But do you know what I saw in that bathroom? The easiest way out of this entire situation. Those are heavy fucking doses of antipsychoics and broken perfume bottles. Just tell her she fucking lost it.”

“Absolutely not,” Chrollo says. “I need to know as much as possible about this man. And I can’t do that if she thinks he’s a figment of her imagination.”

Machi takes a drag of her cigarette before ashing it out, flicking it into the sand. “You call me when you get some sense knocked into you. And when I’m right, you don’t need to tell me I am. You’re cute though.”

Machi leaves the two men outside with nothing more to say.

“Should I listen to her?” Chrollo asks. He shakes his head. “Don’t answer that. Is Feitan still in Meteor City?”

“Yeah, he is.”

Chrollo nods. “I should have let her die.”

Nobunaga’s swallow is audible. “Yeah,” He says, taking a drag of his cigarette. “Probably. I think Phinks is right. No one else is gonna put up with your bullshit.”

“Phinks always will,” Chrollo says.

Nobunaga laughs. Unwilling, but deserved. “You want another cig?”

With a little smile cracking at Chrollo’s lips, he shakes his head. “Nah. I told you. I gotta quit.”

#tmj posting #whatever by this point im just writing #anyways. uvo x nobu & machi x paku are Big Underlying Influences #but i think nobu is kinder than machi #and i think machi gets more pussy than either of them combined #and phinks will always have a schoolboy crush on chrollo

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ennaku-sirri-da · 1 year

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TAMIL BOTCHES HEADCANONS!!!!! (AU)

( Plaintext: Tamil botches headcanons!!!)

Because EVERYONE.

[ ID: Closeup of Jimothan Botch from Smile For Me the game's moustache. It is large and curling upwards. End ID]

YOU TELLING ME THIS MOUSTACHE ISNT SOUTH INDIAN!?😭( sobbing emoji)

( Plaintext: You telling me this moustache isnt south indian!?😭( sobbing emoji) )

VANNAKA.....No one says that informally XD (laughing emote) so ..instead...

Hiiii Machi!

Eppa ennadu kadhaia kellunga! ( Now, hear my story!)

OK, first of all, Jimothan Botch isn't ACTUALLY his birth name. He changed it. Why, you ask? Well he watched a crapton of Westerns in the theatres of Chennai in his youth, roaming about with his gang. He was so impressed with those rope-slingin' cowboys, he EVOLVED INTO..

JIMOTHAN "BIG BADONKERHONKEROS" BOTCH

He thought it was cool OKAY?!!!

As for Parsley well it all went wrong when they named the dog Senthilkumaran and him Parsley. Whoops! Can't change what the dog answers to. It's a Kanni breed. His Mom really likes the silly name too so it sticks.

[ ID: Photo of a brown and black Kanni dog, a sighthound breed that is very lanky and long with a curving stomach and elongated snout. End ID]

I like to think that's like the dog in that one ingame poster but HEJDGG

Either way the dog keeps appearing around the Habiticians even if they're in different places, suspiciously before significant events, like an omen. It remains to be seen if Tim Tam and their "shortcuts"( AKA TELEPORTING) is somehow involved in this.

On account of Parsley continuing to be a difficult child for Jim to raise though, for his shark-like biters, explosive hellfire surge Moments( due to demonic heritage on his Mama's side ) as well as his thieving tendencies etc-- He calls Pars "Rowdy Ranga" sometimes, MY MOM CALLS ME THAT LMAOOOOOO

Since his Mom's a Carnivorous Ungulate Monsterthing I think it'd be SO SWEET if she called him like " attukutti " in rare affectionate moments. That means " goat kid" :] ( smile emote)

Yeah, Parsley had it kind of Rough too. His Mom( I'm still figuring out her 'human' name. Her real one would make mortal's tongues go mad twisting in their mouths trying to form a language they were never meant to speak ) and Dad( or "Appa" HEEHE. Hes just a. Guy. Who coincidentally keeps crushing for vampires and demons I GUESS ) really fell into a disaster of a time raising him. They could never agree on what he should do, how he should be raised, where he should go, what to learn...

An example of that is that his Mom is Extremely Stern, being a prosecutor in The Underworld Court and stuff where things are generally corrupt and sometimes draconian. She's been trying to make a change in it, and that requires that sort of strength. Jim, though, Jim is casual and forgiving to the point where his kid later grows up to be a callous ( and packed with guilt for it. You know whats in that ham's suitcase? Baggage. ) sort, having spent much time with him.

So yeah, his parents split( though they were not married), and Pars' core of self hatred due to it never quite heals fully.

I'm kind of getting off course but BACK TO IT

But yeah Parmesan Bunches does a lot of stuff ( forgery of papers, still stealing stuff, lying whenever, procrasinating for extremely long times to everyone's detriment, bribing etc...TBH it's not like EXTREMELY bad stuff. It's just that taking this route a lot causes problems anyway, and in this case gives him low self- confidence ) that'd make his parents Displeased in the process of trying to build his own identity through all that turmoil and be independent for himself, though he buckles under his own pressure as well. Sure he's winning every case he takes on through the shady means. But at what cost??

He's got Enemies. And Mom's one of them.

[ This is all still W.I.P BTW so as I get more info things may change!]

Jimothan at most shows his disappointment and expecting an apology through a tried and true tradition.....

"No earthquake felt in my house. The tectonic plates know very well that if they shift a little, my mom will place Rava upma in them as well."

-- courtesy of @i-hate-upma

(Plaintext: "No earthquake felt in my house. The tectonic plates know very well that if they shift a little, my mom will place Rava upma in them as well." -- courtesy of @ i-hate-upma )

That's right. BEHOLD. The only Edible food Jimbo can make.

[ ID: Photo of Upma, a thick porridge packed with vegetables, lentils, nuts, herbs etc. It looks like a somewhat solid lump. End ID]

CRY CRY. It's UPMA!

I'm kind of sad he'll never be able to taste the goodness that is Curry instead BUTTT since he's friends with Kamal, and highly likely he's visited his house-- He can get some Paro Manxho( Pigeon meat curry) there.. it's not exactly chicken but hot curry is hot curry! I've heard it is hard to make and since they're in the US, the ingredients would be harder to procure too. I'm sure Pars is flattered someone would take all that trouble, jsjsahsjsjd. Stuff like this is why him and Kam are such close friends. They aren't just hi-hello-bye. They're deep, guys. Going all the way back to when Pars was a tee-and-baggy churdidar-pants wearing stressed college student, roped in as a guitar player for ten-mice-in-a-cool-leather-jacket wearing stressed college student Kamal's band. Coming all the way back to deciding to stay longer in this creepy "self-help resort" hes definitely getting a bad feeling about Not Sueing To The Ground Instantly, because...Kamal's there. Pars calls him machan, so that should tell you everything. ;-) (winky emote)

I HAVE TOO MANY IDEAS JUST TO PUT IN THIS ONE POST DHJDJD

(Plaintext: I have too many ideas just to put in this one post dhjdjd)

So I'll end on some design ideas!! Not quite solid yet but here ya go.

[ ID: Traditional fanart sketch of the artists interpretation of Jimothan Botch. The style is semi realistic. It's mostly a headshot with a fading bust. He is a skinny aging man with salt-and-pepper hair sweeping across his forehead and growing down the sides of his face in a more orderly manner. His eyes are squinty and he has a long, slightly big nose. He smiles, showing some wrinkling, his upper lip totally covered by a very big moustache that curls at the tips, fanning into even more curls at their bottom edges. He wears a bartender's suit and tie. End ID]

You bet he twirls off that thing and laughs LIKE REALLY LOUDLY coughing fit fucking show off and Habit is so in love with him SHUT UP SHUT UP Even if they are good cowbuddies their level of homoeroticism is YEEHAW

BUFF PARSLEY JUMPSCARE MOTHERFUCKER

( Plaintext: Buff Parsley Jumpscare Motherfucker )

I will use He/Ham pronouns for Pars in this one and explain why later! Actually JK I'll tell you now. He accidentally said " my pronouns are he/ham" but he found he suspiciously very much liked being called a ham and not a man all the time and so it came to be!

[ ID: Traditional fanart sketch of the artists interpretation of Parsley Botch. The style is semi realistic. The main sketch is colored digitally and stops at the starting of the thighs. Parsley is a strongly built person with a stocky upper body. His skintone is a warm medium brown. Hams face is like a softly edged downwards rectangle. He has red-sclera eyes with somewhat prominent brows. Nose is similar to Jimothan's. Along with regular teeth ham has two bigger gold-plated canines. Parsleys red hair is a sticking-out bedheaded mess that falls to his shoulders. Some are cut in a more orderly way down the sides of his face. He wears a light red shirt, darker tie, dark blue business suit.

His hands are behind his back and he looks off to the side and frowns, looking dejected. Beside ham, coming from ham, emanating soft yellow waves with a red centre hold the lyrics to " heaven knows I'm miserable now" by The Smiths. It says "In my life...why do I give valuable time....to people who don't care if I live or die?"

A few more reference sketches are seen beside the main sketch, left side. One is of canon Parsley as a head saying 'bro' and a note of his head shape being a square. More below is written ' Comic book inspo" and a cut-off "mutton chops". Beside these there's Parsley's frowning mouth drawn, teeth showing, regular and gold-plated. "Smile?" is written questioningly. At the bottom is a digital exported and blurred canon sprite of Parsley. End ID]

OK weird story. Muscled Parsnip first caught my imagination with, a, um, this story where he crushed a suitcase with his abs in court or something like that. I'm pretty sure it was written as fetish stuff now( I didn't know!) but GOD was it HILARIOUS to read. So there you go. Demonic metabolism, or something. I would play the drums on his chest. Dum Dum Dum. Or smash Randy's goddamed pickle jar( actually tried this in game, didn't work).

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scuro-sideblog · 1 year

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Here's another of my favorite OC's to date, Machiavelli "Machi" Myoga. He's a young mercenary-assassin who is not affiliated with any known pack.

After the death of his mother, a young Machi was taken in by a group of cutthroat bandits led by his estranged father, Oxbow 1M. His upbringing was perilous, turning the confused, gullible young creature into a rugged survivalist. The male is stubborn and reluctant to involve himself with other wolves' problems- unless there is adequate payment for his services.

Despite his callous nature, Machi is devoted to a small blue teddy bear he discovered as a pup, aptly named "Blue-Bear". He is currently mated to Cheyenne (owned by myself) and has plans to move to Lost River.

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