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Inspired by @swampstew's Killer Cook - which you should seriously go read, it's a fantastic set up. It's a completely different vibe from this one-shot, but it's Damn Good Writing and World Building and I think you'll love it as much as I do.

Fem Reader x Eustass Kid

Word count: 3,682

CW: BDSM, hook-up, rope, safe sane and consensual, does NOT result in a relationship, language, degradation (name calling),

[This picks up from the end of the first chapter of Killer Cook (go read it!) ]

PunkNeverDied69: You can’t afford my tastes. UnderstatedGrin: They might not be able to, but I know I can. PunkNeverDied69: What makes you so sure, doll? UnderstatedGrin: If you’re brave enough to find out, I can prove it.

KillerCook: Take this to DMs or something, but get out of my comments *both* of you.

The parameters you laid out were simple. Lunch at a local popular cafe. Your treat, all he has to do is arrive first. After all you know what he looks like, but he doesn’t know what you look like. No strings, no expectations - if it was a bust before the food was cold, so be it, and if it turned into a one night stand, then that's fine too.

You were both adults, so long as he wasn’t already seeing someone you weren’t concerned about how things unfolded. He was hot, yes, but oddly you were drawn more to his personality and the sound of his voice. Everything else was just some delightful bonuses.

He looked a little out of place in the cafe, but only because the cafe didn’t suit him. For how you imagined he preferred to dress when he went out he had kept things fairly low-key. The black t-shirt didn’t have any extra print on it, and the jeans fit him well, all the way down to black spike studded combat boots.

That fiery hair of his was a well-placed mess, and he seemed to be ignoring the looks his scar and prosthetic caused. Considering the different ones you had seen in the videos, he was going pretty low key across the board.

You sat down across from him and watched his face go through a series of emotions. He looked around after a moment and then looked back at you.

“Fuckin’ with me already, doll?” He asks, a little irritation in his voice despite his grin.

“Hardly,” you reply with a small smile. “I warned you my appearance was going to clash with what you expected.”

You had light makeup up on giving you that natural look, and your hair was pulled into a mostly tight bun at the curve of your head, instead of down by your nape. You wore a white blouse with a sweater vest over it, and a knee-length pencil skirt with a pair of Mary Jane’s. The added effect of your rimless glasses made you look like the least dangerous thing for a hundred miles at least.

A waitress came over to take your order and you prompted Eustass to order whatever he pleased. By the time he was done he had ordered almost half the menu, but it was okay - this was the game anyway. The push and pull. Your desire to lure him in, his desire to piss you off.

Gods you loved that attitude of his.

You spoke about Killer and the cooking channel while you waited for the order to arrive, and you’re surprised to find him talking more about his friends than himself. He talks gruffly, but fondly, about Heat and Killer both, and even admits that there’s another guy named Wire who hasn’t yet accidentally wandered into the kitchen, but helps with editing.

After the food arrives you prompt Kid to enjoy it, sipping the tea that you had gotten for yourself. It wasn’t that you couldn’t sit here and pack away food with him, but you didn’t want your nerves to do anything embarrassing with a heavy meal.

He’s a few bites in when you shift in your chair and he looks over at you. You must look a little uncomfortable despite your efforts, and there’s a flash of concern on his face before he swallows and looks away.

“If you really can’t swing the bill, you’re allowed to speak up or something.” He grumbles.

“Oh no, the bill is not an issue. Neither is anything you’ve done.” You say evenly, unbuttoning the collar of your blouse slowly as he turns toward you. You pull the collar aside just enough to show lines of rope and a knot sitting over your collarbone. “I simply tied things up a little snug, is all.”

Kid nearly drops the sandwich he’s working on. You can see a brief tinge of pink cross his cheeks before it’s replaced by a beautifully wolffish grin.

“Think you got my number, girlie?” He asks, going back to the sandwich.

Your smile is slight and you keep your eyes downcast as you speak. “Perhaps. Should I shoot my shot and you can tell me if I’ve hit or kissed?”

Eustass grunts a laugh before swallowing. “Fire away.”

“I think you’re fiercely loyal and supportive of your friends. You push the boundaries of what can be posted to TikTok because you want Killer to shine as much as you know he can. You’d probably never forgive yourself if you accidentally got him banned though. You’re also more of a classical music and pop kind of guy, but you know people already judge your appearance as is, so you lean into the whole rock and heavy metal - which isn’t a complete loss, cause you like that music too.” You take a sip of tea, noticing that he’s stopped eating and is looking at you. You look at him over the edge of your glasses. “I also bet you’re quite the dom, but that might be my own personal hope winning out over anything else.”

There’s a tense quiet moment between you and you simply hold his gaze with a soft smile.

“What makes you think I like classical music?” He asks after a moment, leaning back and regarding you with some amusement.

“You got in trouble with TikTok because you attributed a song to the classical score it used, and not the song itself.” You answer evenly. “I’m going to assume it was because they didn’t even change anything from the original score and then didn’t give any credit. Which, I mean, good show and all, but that’s how I sorted it out.”

“That’s some pretty creepy levels of paying attention.”

You shrug. “I set this up with the intention of inviting you over, if I wasn’t going to be sure what kind of person you are, then why bother at all?”

“Planning on inviting me over? Mouse I could snap you in half effortlessly, why would you invite me to your home?” His voice is grumpy but there’s an amused smirk on his face. “You could’ve opted for a hotel or something.”

“It’s cause of Killer, actually.”

“Huh? The fuck does he have to do with inviting me to your home?”

“Killer’s on screen a lot. Live. Candidly. Not just popping in to do taste tests and flex all those lovely muscles you’re fond of.” Your soft smile is a little more mischievous. “Anyway, I can’t imagine someone like him would put up with trash. You might be a real bastard, but I don’t believe you’re someone who would do unforgivable things to me unless I gave you reason to.”

Kid’s quiet for a moment, regarding you so intently you’re almost uncomfortable. He shrugs, finishes what he was eating, and flags down a waiter to get some to go containers. Chugging the rest of his drink he gets your address and tells you to head home.

He’ll be there, and you should be ready for him.

Kid arrives at your house twenty minutes after you, and after you let him in he takes his boots off in the entryway, giving you a sideways glance for a second.

“That your idea of getting ready for me?” He questions, his head tilting toward a box of condoms on the counter.

“Yes,” you admit, taking a few steps back to give him room. “I don’t know what else I could’ve done. The clothes are disposable, and, well, I don’t know that you won’t still leave after you see my room.”

Your confidence is faltering a little at this point. Every prior relationship had turned tail and ran away from you when you had been candid about your particular appetite. If Eustass was the same as everyone before him, he was going to put his boots back on and leave as soon as he saw your collection.

Kid starts to say something but sees the look on your face and pauses. “Fine, show me this terrifying room of yours.”

You lead him over and open the door, letting him walk in without you. The four poster bed already has cuffs set up on it, and your closet was open to show off the toys and accessories you had inside, everything from gags to whips to paddles to more rope and cuffs. There were noise canceling headphones and blindfolds as well, and a small assortment of body stockings.

There was an extensive collection of plugs, dildos, vibrators and clamps, and safety equipment to cut binds or pre-weaken items so you could break free on your own if needed to.

Kid walks all around and takes everything in before looking back at you. “Kinda went all in, didn’tcha?”

“Yeah.” You hate how small your voice sounds, but people leaving at this point happens so often you can’t bring yourself to hope.

“Well, what’re your safe words?” He asks, and the sinking feeling in your stomach does a 180 so fast you almost aren’t sure what to do with it.

“Ah.. um… j-just colors.”

“Red, green, yellow?”

You nod.

He steps toward you and reaches out, grabbing your chin and tilting your gaze up to his. “First time?”

You look away. “Yeah, no one, uh, ever stayed after this point.”

“Their loss,” he says, turning your head to pull your gaze back to his. “When I ask for a color, you tell me where you’re at - if it’s all new to you, you can use yellow to mean you’re exhausted. Red is to make it stop - I don’t care what the reason is, or when. If I gotta jerk off in your bathroom because you couldn’t make it, then that’s how it goes. We clear?”

You nod. “We’re, uh, green.”

Eustass grins, and while it’s a positive look, there’s something in it that makes you nervous. “Take that sweater off and we’ll get started.”

You pull the sweater vest off, and catch the pleased look on his face as it becomes glaringly obvious there’s a rope harness under the blouse. He pulls you against his body, feeling the ropes between the two of you, and grabs your hair roughly, tilting your head back and causing you to gasp.

“Any hard no’s before we start?”

Those golden brown eyes had you captive more than his hand in your hair. “I mean, no blood no foul is the best I have right now.”

Kid licks his lips and leans down, barely a breath away from your lips. Before he can say anything you grin.

“I bet I’d look good in that lipstick.” You manage with a light nervous chuckle.

Eustass captures your lips and the jolt of pleasure that strikes you makes your whole body squirm. You steady yourself against his chest and moan softly as his tongue steals air and sense from you, deep in your mouth before you had even realized your lips had given entry.

He pulls you into the room, standing you by the bed. Breaking the kiss enough to change where his hands are he resumes kissing you as he pulls the blouse open roughly, sending buttons scattering in all directions. You squeak as he pulls it off unceremoniously and starts to toss it aside.

He regards it for a moment, giving you a chance to catch your breath, face already hot and red. Using the blouse he ties your arms behind your back, kissing your neck and trailing his tongue along your shoulder, letting your shaky gasps out into the air.

You feel him put a part of the blouse in your hand and close your fingers around it. You could pull it and free yourself, and the consideration for your safety only made you hornier.

His arms shift as he continues to tease your neck, pulling sweet little mewling sounds out of you before he moves to the other side, sucking your skin hard and pinching your nipples between his fingers at the same time. The pleasure and pain short circuit your reactions, and your pleasurable moan turns into a swear as you take a step back.

You’re gasping and your legs are already shaking and Kid’s looking at you with an amused grin.

“Not like just using toys, is it?”

“N-no, it’s not.” You admit, body shivering with anticipation.

“Too much?”

You shake your head. “G-green, I’m green. Haa, in more ways than one.” You admit softly.

“Then get your little whore ass back over here.” Eustass says, a commanding tone in his voice that sends a chill down your back. You step back toward him, face flushed red, and stick your chest out toward him without further prompt.

“Green maybe,” he says, clearly referencing your experience. “But well educated. Does the little newbie whore wanna cum for me?”

You nod, “I want to - haa-nngh!” Your words are cut short as Eustass pulls on the rope between your thighs, digging it into your clit.

“Look at me when you beg bitch.” He demands and the shiver that runs you through - more from his tone than his words - forces a shaky sound out of you. You can see the delight on his face before you can speak up.

“I-I want to cum a-against your cock.” You beg, your face painfully red as you manage to look at him through the whole thing before looking away.

“Mmm, let’s see if you can earn that privilege.” He muses, pulling the pencil skirt off and letting it pool at your feet. He helps you step clear of it before turning you around and shoving you onto your bed, chest down, ass in the air as you barely manage to keep your feet under you. “I want to hear a color from you after each one of these, doll.”

“O-okay,” you answer a little shakily, fairly certain you know what’s coming.

“That should be a ‘yes sir’ at the least.” He says, his right hand cracking sharply against your ass.

The sweet sting turns pleasurable quickly and you gasp at the sensation - knowing it was coming did you no good.

“G-green, sir, and ah, h-harder, please.”

“Mm, listen to you.” His left hand comes down harder, the exacting control he has over the prosthetic leaves a delicious, and heavier, sting against your skin.

After every smack you say green, even if a couple times you need to catch your breath or struggle against a moan to speak. After nearly a dozen solid smacks you let the first yellow pass your lips.

Eustass’s hands grab your bright red ass cheeks and squeeze them, eliciting a nearly orgasmic sound from you as the strange mix of pleasure and pain push into your body.

“You’re legit turned on by this,” he says practically purring the words. “Your cunt’s just drooling down your thighs. I’ll give you credit, you are a delightful little toy. Fuck I want to shove my cock down your throat and see how much you’ve practiced with those monster dildos, but we’ll see how fast you recover from this first.”

You hear and feel the safety scissors as Kid cuts the rope that is soaking in your slit, and moves it away.

“Color?”

“Green, green! Just p-please don’t stop!” You gasp into the mattress, the words collapsing into a cry of pleasure as hot fingers find your clit. His fingers slip and slide against your soaking pussy for a couple seconds before his prosthetic steadies you.

“Don’t squirm so much,” he says with a chuckle. “I can’t keep my fingers on your clit when you move so much. Keep your hips up.”

“T-trying… legs are… I’m gonna c-cum!” You can feel the rush of pleasure threatening to overtake you when there’s a sharp snap against your ass.

“You wanted to cum around my cock, don’t go creaming on your own, doll.” He says, pulling his fingers from your clit. You could hear the wrapper break and then a moment later you could feel him.

You hadn’t seen the size of him since things started, but he felt impossibly large. Maybe it was because you weren’t in control like you were with your toys, but you shift your hips against the tip, trying to help lubricate the beast before it tears you open.

“Used to taking this on your own terms, aren’tcha, ya little size princess? Well, not this time. You keep those hips up and still.” He commands, and you comply despite your concerns. “There we go, don’t worry, I’m not going to break you.”

He leans down over you and can feel the warmth of him against your back, and the heat of his words tickle your ear.

“You're entirely too fun to break in the first round, girlie.” He promises you as he begins to push into you. His face stays near yours as he pushes deeper. Slowly and without pause.

Most of the toys you had, had some give to them, but Eustass was more like metal than flesh, as he stretched you wider than you had ever done to yourself. It took all you had to stay still as he pushed in so achingly slow, relishing in the twitches and gasps coming from you.

“Don’t you dare cum from just this,” he demands, and you can feel your body responding, regardless of your own will. “I’m about to make all your little toys useless. Or at least useless in your hands.” He muses, leaning back as his hips push flush against your thighs.

“Holy fuck, look at you taking all of me like a godsdamned champ.” He grabs your hips and pushes himself deeper by pulling you against him and the sensation forces a broken moan from you as one of your leg curls. “Oh I am going to fuck you mindless, little mouse.”

You gasp at the name and hide your face in the mattress, arms flexing against the ropes, legs already shivering before he’s even started.

“Like that, huh?” He pulls back and little and thrusts heavily into you. “Keep being a good girl, and maybe I’ll call you mouse more often.”

Your legs aren’t holding you up as Eustass grips your hips and snaps into you over and over. Pleasurable sounds leak from both sets of your lips, some of them soaking into the mattress, some dribbling down your thighs. Once he finds a spot that makes you practically growl in pleasure he hits that spot over and over and you couldn’t hardly make any sounds as the powerful orgasm crashes into you.

You couldn’t even beg for permission.

You hadn’t ever brought yourself to such a hard orgasm, and you hear Eustass hiss as you clench and spasm against him. He mutters a curse under his breath, pushing you further onto the bed and lifting you up enough to get your knees on the mattress.

Your body crumpled under you, but Eustass leans into you and the bed. He gives you enough of a reprieve, pushing into you slowly, to let your senses return a little.

“Where’re you at, little mouse?”

“G-green, for the love of fuck, d-don’t stop!” You gasp, pushing back into him. “I’ve n-never - that was am-ma-mazing - hnnngh!!”

“Flattery will get you pretty far, at least when it’s like that.” He grins, pounding into you again from the new angle. The bed is taking most of the punishment, as his hips smack into your thighs and push you into the mattress.

You can’t care about the bed, or much of anything else. You squirm and wiggle under him and the inability to escape fuels your pleasure, pushing you toward a second orgasm quickly.

“Haa-ngh, fuck, K-Kid, I’m gonna… can’t -.”

“Scream for me.” He demands, reaching around and pushing his fingers into your clit.

You gasp and let loose a short string of swears before your entire body curls and the orgasm nearly breaks you. You cry out something, and you're vaguely aware of Eustass cumming with you as he growls your new favorite nickname before slamming into your needy body roughly.

You’re a little disappointed he needed to wear the condom, the idea of his pleasure leaking out of you was turning you on, even if you weren’t sure why. It probably had a little bit to do with the gaping empty feeling as he pulled out of you, you’re shivering at the sensation of it and the odd hollowed out feeling that lingered.

“Let me get you out of those ropes and get you cleaned up.” He says after taking a second to catch his breath. “How ya feeling?”

“Exhausted,” you admit with a chuckle as the ropes are loosened. “All my muscles are mush. Exhaustion aside, that was fucking amazing.”

Eustass rolls you onto your back to undo the knots on the front. “Good. Nothing feels bad?”

“Mm, in what way?”

“No weird pain, no pang of regret?” He asks. “Whatever it is, it’s best to talk it out now instead of later.”

“Hm.” You consider things for a moment. “Aside from a bit of rope burn, nothing feels off physically. Mentally, er, no. No regrets. I’m glad to have done this, but er, how do I find people like us?” You ask with a sheepish grin as he helps you sit up.

Eustass snorts. “Let me help you get set up on a kink-friendly dating website after a shower.” He says, helping you stand. “Friends?” He questions, raising a brow.

“Friends.” You admit with a smile.

“Good, so rule #1, if anyone you hook up with ignores your safe words, you tell me.” Kid says, ruffling your hair before he practically carries you into the bathroom.

#TikTok Top #eustass x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #reader insert #one shot #inspired by Killer Cook by Swampstew

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quad-weave · 2 months

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Valentione's Waistcoat

The second Valentione's glam :) Laurent's a bit more limited in what he can wear, with only one class at level 60, lol. Still, I like how this level 1 friendly glam turned out! He's just so cute. The glasses suit him well!

Head - Elegant Rimless Glasses Body - Valentione Rose Wasitcoat in Pastel Pink Legs - Wake Doctor's Bottoms Feet - Quaintrelle's Dress Shoes in Pastel Pink

Earrings - Copper Earrings

These pictures were taken in The Goblet with MoonsShade's Snack Bokeh shader!

#ffxiv gpose #ffxiv glamour #eorzea collection #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #ffxiv #ffxiv screenshots #valentines day #quad glams

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megamanrecut · 3 months

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some more Return to the Night since it's been awhile since update (again...)

Return to the Night, Part 5 (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, or or Ao3)

"Proto, what is this place?" Turner whispered.

They had just broken through a barricaded door into a decrepit building on the outskirts of town—far away from help of any sort. Dark, powerless hallways yawned at them like endless voids. All was silent, except for a deep ominous creaking coming up from the foundations. Dusty beams of sunlight streamed in through the cracks of dirty, broken windows. The air was stale with the stench of rot, the building itself seemed poised to collapse like a house of cards at the slightest gust of wind.

"Nowhere of significance, just a condemned office complex scheduled for demolition next week," Proto hissed back, a laser pistol cocked and ready in his hand, "—But stay alert…it was a temporary mobster hideout, and there may be guards…"

Instinctively, Proto led the way toward the stairs, which they began to hurry down. The old wooden steps creaked and squawked heinously like angry crows, some actually sinking precariously beneath their feet. Proto gritted his teeth, his pulsar pulse thudding between his ears, though he refused to let any of his anxiety show to Turner, who was dogging him closely, his own laser pistol shaking in his hands. This didn't look good for Elec Man, and If there were guards, they'd already know Turner and Proto were coming.

Floor after floor, they descended until they reached the third-level basement. It was pitch black, and completely silent save for the nerve-wracking racket Proto and Turner were making. There was no point in being subtle, Proto kicked down the door, the flashlight mounted on its nozzle illuminating the room beyond.

The basement was mostly empty—a creepy void with low ceilings and rusted pillars—yet strapped to a utility cart was a lone figure dressed in a black suit that was badly torn, his rimless glasses askew, one lens smashed.

"Elec Man!" gasped Turner.

Proto quickly grabbed Turner by the elbow. "Wait, it could be a trap! I'll go first."

Yet Proto already knew this was unnecessary as he swept the room, checking corners and all the other usual hiding places—Turner, Proto, and Elec Man were the only ones left in the building.

Lowering his laser pistol, Proto rushed over to Elec Man. "Elec Man?" he called quietly, not expecting an answer, fearing the worst. Elec Man looked in rough shape.

Yet Elec Man's eyes cracked open.

"Proto?" he muttered in a weak, disgruntled voice. Elec Man grimaced as he tried and failed to sit up. "You shouldn't be here."

Proto couldn't stop a huge, stupid grin spreading across his face as he began untying Elec Man's bonds. "Missed you too, you stuck-up bastard. Where are your captors?"

"Gone," Elec Man responded dully, looking away. "They humiliated me, then they left me to wait here until the building imploded on top of me."

With a stifled sound curiously similar to a human sob, Turner pelted past Proto like a freight train, throwing his arms around Elec Man in a tight, strangle-hold-like hug. Elec Man gave an involuntary gasp as the air was knocked from him, his broken glasses falling to the floor.

"Hey, hey, knock it off, I'm alright!" Elec Man protested exasperatedly when he had finally taken a breath. "I knew what I was getting into, this is all part of my job. Stop smothering me with sentimentalities, it's unprofessional!"

"I t-thought we weren't going to find you a-alive," Turner stammered as he pulled away from Elec Man. But then he sprang to his feet, standing tall with perfect straight-backed grace, his face shadowed in his best impression of Elec Man's cold mobster demeanor. "Whoever did this to you will regret the day they were constructed. I'll make sure of it."

"Unnecessary, they'll have already fled the country by now," responded Elec Man, still sounding deeply exasperated, though his voice was not quite as sharp as it usually was—that was, until his eyes shifted back to Proto, and did a quick scan from head to sneaker. "…What are you wearing?"

"Shut up, it's your fault. No one wears suits in Light's laboratory," Proto responded testily. "You should talk, your suit looks like it lost a fight with a weed whacker—you still look good though."

"Oh shut up," muttered Elec Man, looking away from Proto. He seemed utterly humiliated, like an athlete who had just lost the championship game.

"I'm just glad you're alive," breathed Turner, smiling broadly at Elec Man. His wintery mobster facade had melted as a completely different personality began to shine through. Then he hesitated, his smile faltering. "But what happened? Who did this to you? I didn't think anyone could beat you!"

"The Syndicate has many enemies," Elec Man responded flippantly.

"But—"

"Later," hissed Elec Man in a voice that indicated they most certainly would not be discussing this later.

Turner's brows raised. He had half opened his mouth to protest, though he glanced uncertainly at Proto.

Proto knew what was going on. Scratching the back of his head awkwardly, he glanced at Turner. "Hey kid, can you give us a moment?"

Turner blinked coldly at Proto. "What? Now? Why?"

"Top Man, please," said Elec Man quietly.

"Top Man?" Proto cocked an eyebrow at Turner, smirking. "Top Man. Heh."

Top Man gave Proto a withering look of deepest disdain, a slightly hurt look to Elec Man, then with great dignity, strode back to the basement door, shutting it with a snap behind him.

Proto's smirk faded as he watched Top Man go, then looked down at Elec Man, who was looking away from him again. He bent down, picking up Elec Man's half-smashed glasses, then tucked them into Elec Man's suit pocket.

"So…the real reason wound up here…" Proto whispered tentatively. "When Top Man backed out of that mission at the ballet, and your creator called it off, did you decide to step in on Top Man's behalf? Go after the target on your own without telling anyone? And then got in waaay over your head."

"That about sums it up—don't tell Top Man or I'll kill you. He'll think this was his fault."

"Oh, we both know whose fault this was—They didn't even kill you? They just….left you to rust? In what I'm guessing is considerable pain?"

"They first tried to reprogram me. Luckily, my creator upgraded my programming…I'm more like you now, not so easy. When that failed, they decided to leave me here…they could always find me again, all they would have to do is dig."

"That's…cold."

Elec Man made a minute jerk with his shoulder—an attempt at a careless shrug. "Mobsters. That's the way of the criminal underworld, as you may recall."

"I looked through the files on your computer…this attack was more personal than typical mobsters."

"…Keep that to yourself."

"I will, but listen…don't get swept up in your bastard creator's personal affairs, okay? You're worth way more than that."

Elec Man's eyes flashed toward Proto, his chin angling up haughtily—Proto couldn't help but be impressed by Elec Man's genuine talent to look intimidating, despite technically being powerless. "It's a family affair, so it's personal for me too."

"But…Elec Man, you almost died, or worse—"

"Proto, I knew what I was getting into. It's not your family. With all do respect, please butt out," Elec Man cut him off with surprising, cold finality.

Feeling slightly hurt, Proto sighed. "Fine. But I have a feeling your family is going to be super pissed at you when they find out how reckless you've been. You're in deep shit, pal. You know what they say…out of the frying pan and into the fire?"

Elec Man swallowed looking obstinently into the blackness surrounding them, but finally asked in a small, reluctant voice. "I know. …Will you do me a favor? Don't tell Pharaoh Man…or my creator, or anyone. I…I don't know how much more trouble I will get in for this."

"Chh, like I'm in contact with any of them anyway," Proto said waspishly, but he smiled. "I won't tattle on you…though you'll have some explaining to do to Top Man. But first, let's get you outta this dump."

Continued in Part 6

#fic updates #return to the night #become the night #proto man #top man #elec man #syndicate #recut au #syndicate!Proto au #good!proto au #and some light teasers for s3

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melodiesofmidnight · 6 months

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I've always found it interesting that punishment for Carrie was propelled by diametrically opposed impetuses depending upon which realm she happened to currently inhabit:

If she were at home, with Momma, it was existence as a 'normal' teenager of the 70s that was sinful: sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll were the harbingers of a soul's apocalypse and absolutely would never be permitted to touch Carrie even in the form of her physical maturation into adulthood.

However, there was an exception to Momma's frenetic, fanatical, and paranoid condemnation of Biblical sin as lurking behind Carrie's every breath: indulgence in food was not only accepted, but was essentially forced upon Carrie:

"You haven't touched your pie, Carrie." Momma looked up from the tract she had been perusing while she drank her Constant Comment. "It's homemade."

"It makes me have pimples, Momma."

"Your pimples are the Lord's way of chastising you. Now eat your pie."

Carrie's mother herself is described as being overweight despite carrying herself according to Biblical standards of good Christiandom otherwise (dressing in all-black, wearing plain clothing, and showing absolutely no hint of shapeliness):

Momma was a very big woman, and she always wore a hat. Lately her legs had begun to swell, and her feet always seemed on the point of overflowing her shoes. She wore a black cloth coat with a black fur collar. Her eyes were blue and magnified behind rimless bifocals.

It is an expression of her hypocrisy, yes, and of the true nature of her obsession with sin (which is singularly focused, it seems, on sexuality, having been borne of the guilt she felt in having experienced lust), but it likewise functions perfectly as the singular Biblical sin that elicits special cruelty even in those who hold no Christian inclinations (which may very well have been intentional on the part of Carrie's mother - what better way, after all, to stave off sexuality than to make oneself conventionally unattractive to others in one's time period?).

Carrie is punished to sadistic degrees by her mother for threatening the sin of existing in the outside world (even for a crime as mild as liking a boy or being curious about women having breasts), or for even considering submitting herself to sin by way of conforming to the corrupting influences of said outside world (by way of accepting the invitation to a school dance from said boy).

Carrie is likewise punished to sadistic degrees by those inhabiting the outside world for indulging in the singular 'sin' of gluttony (which, in the 70s in teenaged America, could be qualified as merely admitting that one enjoyed the taste of cake). She is punished for existing within the confines of her mother's world, in which food is to be taken in at her mother's discretion whether she wants it or not, just as she is punished for attempting to exist within the confines of the outside world.

There is no middle ground within which she may find safety; at all times she is punished for the things that bring her comfort. She may not feel pretty, for that is a sin to Momma; she may not exist as she is, for that is a sin to others; she may not refuse to eat, for that is a sin to Momma; she may not eat as much as she wishes, for that is a sin to others; she may not integrate with the other kids, she may not be left alone until she learns to be like the other kids.

It speaks even further to the unfairness and to the lack of escape Carrie must have felt prickling at her within every waking moment. It's no wonder that all that pressure led quite literally to an earth-shattering eruption once finally released.

#carrie 1974 #carrie white #stephen king #carrie novel #carrie analysis #meta #carrie 1976

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theyoungblooded · 9 months

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❝ Ha-ha-ha! This is fun! You must really have a death wish, coming in here without even knocking! Lemme grant that wish for ya! ❞

NAME: Kazehaya Hikaru

CODENAME: Albatross

ALIASES / NICKNAMES: Alba, Albie, Wheels, the Idiot Bird, Garbage Blond, Mechanic, Tinker

GENDER: Cis Male

SPECIES: Human ( *Gifted )

AGE: 22-23 ( *Default ), 17-18 ( Fifteen / Stormbringer ), 23-24 ( Kintsugi Verse )

D.O.B.: March 19th, 20XX

HOMETOWN: Yokohama, Kanagawa, Japan

NATIONALITY: Japanese

ETHNICITY: Yamato

APPEARANCE / STYLE: Albatross is a handsome young man that stands at about 5'8" with a fit but not overly bulky physique, a medium light skin tone & a charming crooked grin. He has almond-shaped eyes in a light hazel colour, dirty blond short & unkempt hair with the exception of a neat braid he has going down over his back. He typically dresses like... well, what you would imagine when you think of a mechanic working for the Mafia; a sleeveless leather jacket with a fur-lined hood, long-sleeved shirts or muscle t-shirts, ragged camo cargo style pants & black steel-toed military boots. He also often dons rimless, tinted, oval-shaped sunglasses & has both of his earlobes pierced with small golden hoops in addition to a couple of helixes, a conch & a rook. Often seen with hickeys & bruises on his neck.

He's traditionally attractive in a pretty boy sort of way aside from the grease that perpetually stains his clothes due to how often he finds himself working on cars & vehicles even outside of work. Unfortunately, he has a lot of scars on his body which he prefers not to show people if he can avoid it unless they are somebody he deeply trusts & knows won't ask questions, including many long healed cigarette burn scars on both of his outer forearms that look like white, perfectly circular little spots of discolouration, & long thin raised scars all along his back & shoulders from when his father used to beat him with a belt. He also has a small scar on his temple from when he was hit in the head with an alcohol bottle that broke.

PERSONALITY: Albatross is a sharp witted person who is very talkative & extremely - almost annoyingly - outgoing. Hyperactive & fun loving, he's never difficult to find in a crowd - just follow the sound of his boisterous laughter; even when threatening someone with death he tend to be jovial about the whole thing. Cocky, smart mouthed, confident & flirtatious, he is known for his reckless lifestyle & being absolutely unhinged at parties. Nonetheless, he is extremely competent at what he does, & is efficient & fast when completing missions, having been assigned to control the Mafia's vehicles &, by extension, is capable of shutting down anyone else's cash flow in their business if he wants to. That being said, Albatross can be somewhat... annoying, to put it mildly. Such as the time Chuuya moved into the apartment underneath his & he made zero attempt at being a decent neighbour while throwing his all hours wild parties. He has practically zero verbal filter & a poor sense of impulse control, often leading him to put his foot in his mouth by either saying too much or accidentally being too honest & offending the person he is speaking to, which has gotten him into trouble on a number of occasions.

He's brave & very protective of the people he cares about, but is bad at feelings, in his own words, & doesn't know how to seek help from others for personal problems. Hell, he'd rather not to acknowledge he HAS personal problems, preferring to dive into his hobbies - drinking / sex / drugs / shopping / tinkering with his vehicles - rather than face an issue head on because deep down, he doesn't actually like himself that much & is afraid of confronting his own flaws. He can be a bit lazy at times & will try to pawn off less important work on his friends, most specifically Chuuya. That said, he has a good heart & loves his friends a lot, would never hesitate in doing anything for them because they're basically his family.

BIOGRAPHY: Kazehaya Hikaru was born to a middle class family in Yokohama, Albatross had a normal life up until about the age of five, which is when his mom * a nurse ) suddenly took extremely ill with bone cancer. She had to quit her job & they ended up burning through their savings between her medical bills, babysitters for Hikaru & more. Soon, Toshiro ( a mechanic ) was laid off of his job & their house was foreclosed upon; they lived on the streets for a while before managing to get an apartment on a much more rough part of the city. Things only got worse from there. Though his mom fought long & hard for three years, she ended up passing away when Hikaru was just eight.

Something in Toshiro snapped after losing his wife. He grew extremely protective of his son, to the point of monitoring everything he did & eventually pulling him out of school. As he began to pick up illegal jobs more & more frequently, his temper grew worse as well, & he began physically abusing Hikaru in an effort to make him 'see things his way' & make him 'strong enough to take care of himself'. Though he wished his father wouldn't punish him, Hikaru deeply loved his father. After attending a few AA meetings & realizing how much he was hurting his kid, Toshiro ended up making a grave error. He betrayed the Port Mafia, for whom he had been working in black market car theft & transporting, hoping to enter a plea deal with local law enforcement & get them both out of Kanagawa for a new start. Unfortunately, the boss at the time was growing more paranoid with each day & the moment someone whispered in his ear that Kazehaya was not to be trusted, he believed them. Hikaru ended up witnessing from a hiding place at age 14 as his father was killed by Mafia exterminators who broke his jaw & shot him in the face.

Left homeless & without a family at that point, Hikaru was filled with grief & rage. He never forgave the old boss for murdering his father, & after witnessing what his madness had done to the city, he had plans to sneak into the Port Mafia building & execute him, even managing to obtain blueprints of the main tower. He was just about to put his plan into action when word spread the old boss had died of illness. A few weeks later, Mori had someone seek Albatross out & offer him his father's old job. Having nowhere better to go, he accepted, quickly working his way up the transport ladder from there. By the time he was 17 he was the most skilled mechanic in the Port Mafia due to his father's teachings & his own affinity for cars, engines, & all things transport. He was 16 years old at the time that Lippmann & Piano Man approached him about joining the Flags & he laughed in their faces at the idea of joining a Mafia 'peer support group', however, the latter of the two was persistent in following him around, eventually convincing him to come hang out with them for just one night. Reluctantly, he agreed. It took a few weeks but he ended up caving & joining after being lured out of his defensive shell, & soon became their youngest member ( prior to Chuuya joining them ).

FAMILY: Kazehaya Toshiro { Father; Deceased }, Kazehaya Miko { Mother; Deceased }.

SUPERNATURAL ABILITY: Albatross ability is "Terminal Velocity", which grants him absolute control over any & all vehicles he is in physical contact with, but most often when he is the driver. He can easily maintain the absolute top speed a vehicle is capable of going without breaking down, manipulating the laws of physics to remain in control of the vehicle regardless of how many people he is transporting. This includes Dazai, whose No Longer Human does not affect it unless Dazai is touching either him directly or the control of the car. To this end he can control aircrafts including helicopters, airplanes, cars, tanks, boats / ships, & theoretically even space vessels. He can also innately sense the functionality of any vehicle he is on board of, giving him the chance to repair it. Albatross has never once lost control of a vehicle through his own fault. On the off chance he is run off the road or crashed into, he always escapes virtually unscathed. While his gift works best on vehicles powered by engines, he still applies it to some degree to things like bicycles, skateboards, scooters, etc. Most amusingly, he can use his gift to reach out & touch other people's vehicles, causing them to malfunction or otherwise shutdown if he needs to cut them off for whatever reason. He was also rumored to have once gotten away from the coast guard's high-speed attack helicopter using an old, beat-up fishing boat

STRENGTHS / TALENTS: Albatross' skills lay in all things mechanical. He is an expert mechanic, specializing in vehicles though he has shown a talent for repairing just about anything you can take a wrench or screwdriver to, including carpentry, electrical wiring, etc. He can fix anything from a busted cellphone to a complex computer server with little to no issue because, in his words, 'once you know how one engine works you know how they all work'. While not a top fighter by any means, he's fairly skilled with weaponry including guns, knives, & blunt weapons, & has received some minor combat training from Iceman. Aside from physical skills, Albatross is highly charming & capable of manipulating situations to suit his own way, he's also extremely fast on his feet & is quick to react in desperate situations. Fluent in Japanese, English, & also taught himself Italian, Spanish & French because those are 'the sexy languages'.

WEAKNESSES: Suffering with undiagnosed ADHD for most of his life, Albatross though intelligent is a chronically hyperactive, impulse & distracted individual. He bounces from subject to subject constantly & says things without considering the consequences. Because of his upbringing & his lack of treatment, he suffers from anxiety & has certain aversions & sensitivities that can impact his daily life, including his sleep habits & completing his work. To this end he frequently binges coffee & energy drinks to force him to focus which can at times have negative consequences for his health, but he dislikes most medications & thinks they make him stupid / zombie-like. He is a thrill seeker & an adrenaline junkie which is partially the motivation behind his reckless partying lifestyle, & because if he turns up the volume around him loud enough it drowns out the thoughts in his head he'd rather not pay attention to.

RELATIONSHIPS / ROMANTIC INTERESTS: N/A { Single by Default }, Doc { Boyfriend; Verse Dependent }, Sushmita Desai { Kintsugi }

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

HOBBIES / INTERESTS: Riding his bike, drag racing, tinkering on his / his friends' cars & vehicles, taking things apart & putting them back together again, partying, drinking, dancing, casual hookups, teasing his friends, hanging out at Old World & playing bar games, karaoke night at the bar.

QUIRKS / HABITS: He tends to adjust his sunglasses & flips his braid over his shoulder when he's talking.

DISLIKES: Taking medications, environments that are too quiet, cigarettes, losing, his friends being in trouble / in danger, Doc being really sick, feeling like people don't like him, clothing with itchy textures, wearing suits of any kind. Heavily dislikes people getting up in his face, grabbing him or shouting at him.

SCHOOL: Dropped out in 5th grade.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Yokohama

OCCUPATION: Transporter of the Port Mafia + black market cars, weapons, etc. Organizes safe pickups & deliveries whether by road, air or water, deals with the paper work to make everything seem legit { Default }. Executive in charge of transportation of black market goods as well as the personal maintenance of the Boss & other Executives personal & work vehicles { Kintsugi Verse w/ @nonhumen }.

FRIENDS / AFFILIATION: The Flags

RELIGION / BELIEFS: N/A

VEHICLE(S): Among others, Albatross owns a heavily customized black & silver Kawasaki Ninja H2R, & a dark red Chiron Supersport 300+.

POSSESSIONS: ID, keys, spare keys, emergency repair kit, his sunglasses, a few photographs of him & his parents from when he was little.

OTHERS: He got the nickname Albatross on the streets because of his loud almost squawking laughter, & his tendency to preen himself in the mirror like a bird grooming itself.

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fangyanstore · 1 year

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What do most sexy sleepwear for women wear at night?

It is important to note that what someone considers sexy sleepwear for women can vary widely depending on personal preferences and cultural norms. However, when it comes to sleepwear for women, some popular options that are often considered sexy or alluring include:

Nightgowns: A flowing, feminine nightgown made of silk or satin can be a popular choice for women.

Baby dolls: Similar to nightgowns, baby dolls are typically shorter and more form-fitting, with a loose, flowing skirt that stops at or above the thigh.

Chemises: A chemise is a type of lingerie that is designed to be worn as a nightgown. It is typically made of lightweight, silky fabric and features delicate details like lace or sheer panels.

Camisoles and shorts sets: For women who prefer a more modern, casual look, a camisole, and shorts set made of soft cotton or jersey can be a comfortable and sexy option.

Teddy or bodysuit: This is a one-piece lingerie item that covers the torso and usually has a thong back. It is often made of lace or mesh and can be very sexy and revealing.

Ultimately, the most important factor when choosing sleepwear is that it makes the individual feel comfortable and confident, whether that means a classic nightgown or a more daring teddy.

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azuryuu · 2 years

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twst yuusona profile - yuu h.

« isn’t it funny, how you can live so near and never notice. »

yuu h. is a first-year and the one (out of the two human students in his dorm) who holds the position of dorm head of ramshackle. he is generally well-liked by both peers and professors alike due to his cordial and obliging nature. it is intelligent and mild-mannered, but tends to keep to himself, so it is easily forgettable.

technical information

name: “yuu”

japanese: ユウ

other names:

herbivore (leona)

ghostie (moon)

shrimp/y (floyd)

monsieur rusé (rook)

child of man (malleus)

prefect/class pres[ident] (by most students)

dorm leader/dorm leader yuu (kat, only to tease/taunt)

voice claim: vy2 yuuma [sample 1] [sample 2]

biographical information

gender: gender apathetic

pronouns: he refers to itself using he/it pronouns. it doesn’t particularly care what others call him.

sexual orientation: greyromantic asexual

age: 19

birthday: 28th of august (chosen by ace and deuce since he cannot remember his real birthdate)

starsign: virgo

height: 160cm/5′3 (?) [i am not american]

eye colour: umber brown almost black

hair colour: soot black

homeland: P███, F████

family: unnamed father, unnamed mother, unnamed older step-sister, unnamed older step-brother

professional status

dorm: ramshackle

school year: first

class: 1-A | student no.14

occupation: student | prefect/dorm leader | class president/representative

club: equestrian club

best subject: magic analytics/enigmics | potions/potionology | flying

worst subjects: none

disability accommodations: modified PE grading due to health reasons

fun facts

dominant hand: right

favourite food: spicy stir-fried octopus (nakji-bokkeum)

least favourite food: raw red onions

dislikes: complacency | oversleeping | going too far behind schedule | being ignored

hobby: playing the piano | reading | learning new things, studying

talents: lockpicking | going unnoticed

appearance

yuu has short straight dark brown hair, with the fringe being parted to the right. the fringe is slanted to the point that the hair on the left side is noticeably much longer than the right, ending just barely past his left eye, only just grazing the bottom of it. because of this, its left eye is usually obscured.

his eyes are a much darker brown than his hair, so dark that it almost appears fully black, the pupil blending in and indistinguishable from the iris, even from up-close. sometimes, they are able to take a lighter quality, glinting almost ivory. it usually wears rimless oval glasses that he removes when appropriate (completely removed during PE uniform & suitor suit, or when wearing goggles in his labwear & beans day outfit).

he has a beauty mark below his lip on the left side of his face and below his right eye on the bottom-left corner. under his typical night raven college uniform wear, yuu has a rather lanky and almost frail-looking body. despite his tan skin, it’s marked with such sickly pallor that he almost looks like he could drop dead at any moment.

its outfit consists of a white short-sleeved dress shirt and grey waistcoat under the typical nrc black suit jacket with golden accents which it leaves unbuttoned, and a striped bow around his neck, which he seems to always tie crooked. tied around his left arm is a white ribbon with a black stripe running down its length, fastened in place by the golden dorm crest. it also wears a pair of black slacks and light grey socks accompanied by black oxfords.

personality

yuu is rather well known on campus, for not only being only one of two magicless student who ended up in a prestigious private school for highly talented magical practitioners, but also for being incredibly highly accomplished despite its lack of magical affinity. its professors enjoy its presence for yuu is very diligent and industrious, excelling in all classes; its peers enjoys its presence for yuu is very pleasant to speak to and overall, very helpful (even if the more opportunistic students ends up trying to take advantage of yuu’s generosity - they quickly learn that yuu can quickly become very unsympathetic and stern, however).

regardless if it’s about classes, note revisions, tutoring, or even mediating conflict between students or student & professor, yuu proves itself to being a very capable class representative, unfaltering and unintimidated by anything. naturally, he is very polite and composed, but also affable, always speaking demurely with a small smile that makes him look friendly and approachable. it is very clever and always chooses its words so that the person he is speaking to feels as though they are listened to, makes them think that they are smart and are the one controlling the conversation.

but under his surface level geniality, yuu has the emotional range and reactivity of a dead fish. he is someone that is easy to be acquaintances with, but hard to be friends with. he is someone you don’t hate, but you don’t particularly like either. it is very hard to get close to it as it rarely speaks about itself, nor does it start conversations or reach out to others, always passively responding to questions, only speaking when spoken to. it is distant and indifferent to most, and tends to be aloof and keep to itself. because of this, it is very good at being boring and being ignored

in that end, it is very good at being forgettable. all it needs to do is stick its nose in a book, and it is like he has disappeared into thin air; yuu is someone that puts forwards the image of someone dull and unremarkable: ‘he is a good student, but not much else beyond that’. yuu is an uninteresting person and doesn’t try to associate with the other students beyond pleasantries and favours.

yuu is a stranger, and its cordial demeanour and unassuming disposition belies a more cunning streak.

skills and abilities

despite being magicless, yuu is able to thrive by being a jack of all trades.

social butterfly yuu has the ability to adapt to and work with just about anyone, able to endear itself and integrate into any group. not many people can say that they dislike him, and many people can vouch for his convivial and considerate nature. this works to his advantage as people seldom suspect him or believe accusations towards him, even when he is actually the culprit behind something.

↳ “captain of köpenick” yuu is very good at pretending: he can ‘fit in’ in any situation or environment, able to do whatever he wants to achieve by acting as if he already has the authority to do so in the first place; his act is so organic that no one really questions it, despite nrc not being in any shortage of sceptics - even if someone does suspect him, they’re not quite able to tell what yuu’s motives are.

notable example includes the time yuu began regularly attending dorm leader meetings despite never being invited in the first place, due to ramshackle’s (and therefore his title’s) provisionary status.

↳ negotiator owing to his familiarity with psychology and social engineering, along with being raised around his politician father, yuu is adept at navigating social situations, knowing the precise words and phrases to get or hear exactly what he wants, to make others think and feel how he wants them to, to project a specific image of himself that is tailored for the other’s consumption.

on the flipside, this skill has become very useful in helping him peacefully resolve any conflicts or disagreements, and defusing arguments from becoming fights. talking one’s way out of trouble comes in handy as yuu possesses no magic to defend himself with, and it’s very good for his (and his dorm’s, including the other one student in it) reputation.

↳ grey rock his amiable personality can easily be switched on and off at yuu’s convenience. when it has no need to garner attention, yuu easily shuts himself off and makes itself as dull and boring as possible, becoming uninteresting and unremarkable. indeed, outside of being helpful and being a good student, his peers don’t know much about it as a person.

sometimes, the best defence is simply to be underestimated and unnoticed.

sure-footed despite the usual drag of his feet, it’s really only a habit he enforces when he wants others to hear him. yuu actually has naturally good balance and silent steps, as proven by how agile and light-footed he is, taking full advantage of his smaller stature. ergo, yuu is very good at running away, dodging, and avoiding. its good balance has led to him quickly picking up flying and becoming rather skilled, albeit still green.

↳ regal he has a very prideful, dignified way of carrying himself that almost demands respect and attention, which he tones down unless he’s at a formal function where he needs to appear noble. this was a disposition he had been groomed into from a young age by his parents, and becomes something akin to second nature to him, much like the honeyed empty flattery that he spits out easily.

↳ scrappy when running away and becoming avoidant, his usual m.o., is no longer viable, yuu is capable of holding his own in a fight. landing a hit on him is actually rather difficult as it is a small, nimble target. but due to its lack of formal self-defense or martial arts training, yuu’s way of fighting is erratic and unpredictable, but inefficient. nevertheless, he makes up for his lack of technique with sheer violence and abject refusal at admitting defeat.

quick study yuu has a very strong memory and is naturally clever, able to quickly pick a subject up, whether it be humanities or sciences, even something it has never seen before, very quickly when interested or obliged to. as such, he can learn the essentials of new material he was introduced to in twisted wonderland with remarkable speed and ease. coupled with his passion to learn and irreproachable studiousness, it would be hard to imagine yuu anywhere but at the top of his grade’s ranking board.

↳ investigative when something has piqued yuu’s interest, it is skilled at sleuthing out clues and can competently gather information from others. on top of having very good memory that allows it to recall minute details that was mentioned months prior, yuu is highly capable of parsing through its thoughts and findings to come to a(n often) correct conclusion.

notably, yuu was capable of deducing fairly early on that scarabia’s vice leader’s UM has to do with manipulation by using the dorm leader’s slip up, and has therefore quickly grown distrusting and wary around him.

↳ artful yuu is someone who can craft a way out of any situation, his perceptive and calculating nature coming together into a fearsome cunning. he is not someone who acts on impulse: he plans and deliberates before speaking, before making his move, and with it, he has already thought of a plan B, and a backup plan for that plan B to go with it. this way, it ensures it will always come out the victor and have the last laugh by outsmarting the other.

it is a facet of yuu that people seldom think he possesses due to his unassuming and guileless disposition, causing others to underestimate him and believe him to be naïve, which works to its favour.

↳ polyglot yuu is fluent in at least 12 languages, 10 of which are languages spoken in his original world (including french). the rest are the languages he has since picked up in twisted wonderland, which includes the “universal language” spoken in that world and the different tongues he has learnt in animal languages class.

it enjoys learning different languages as a way to challenge itself, but also because the connection between languages fascinates it, loving how the more languages he knows, the easier learning the next one becomes.

lockpicking a skill that yuu actually picked up on a whim. he had started watching videos about lockpicking once on youtube and got hooked, wanting to try his hand at it. after ordering the proper tools and practicing, it came to learn that it was rather talented at the act. it’s now incredibly proficient at the trade, capable of breaking into complex locks within seconds. for the most part, it continues to practice to keep its fingers occupied and dexterous, not to mention that it also enjoys finding out what mechanisms makes up a new lock he hasn’t encountered before, applying past experiences to deduce how to unlock this one.

trivia

yuu is not his real original name. he made it up on the spot when crowley asked for his name;

yuu’s second home is the campus library, almost always found there studying, to the point that yuu has become highly acquainted with the library’s collection. if someone needs to find a certain book or wants a complimentary reading for a class, yuu would be able to provide guidance;

being an avid reader, yuu devours books at a shockingly rapid pace. he can get through 3 books a day and over 100 books a year. his room in ramshackle is a mess of book piles as he has run out of space in his bookshelf and has begun stacking books on the floor, which grim takes great glee in knocking down;

it always wakes up at 5am every morning;

in book 3, yuu reveals he has self-diagnosed thalassophobia - the fear of large bodies of water;

a nautilus shell is tied to his messenger bag for decoration. yuu likes to bring it up to its ear because it can hear the sound of the sea from within;

after the events of book 6, yuu starts wearing a plain silver ring on his right index finger;

if yuu had magic, he would probably be sorted into octavinelle or pomefiore;

#twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland mc #twst oc #twst mc #twst yuu #-; yuu stranger lore #-; my writing #the skill part was a stupid amount of fun to write #it was like making a skill tree

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ffxivaltstars · 2 years

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FFXIVWrite2022 - Prompt 06 - Onerous

The melody spiraled away on the air, leaping and dancing almost of its own accord. Surely its maker paid little attention, hands seeking the notes through the repetition of muscle memory. Symonnet had far more important things on his mind. He'd simply found that the act of playing the piano calmed his body and allowed his mind to wear away at whatever issue might be plaguing him or whatever hurdle he might be facing with a spell.

Symonnet was just splitting the geometry in his mind's eye into the crystallized heart of its issue when he became dimly aware of something beyond the piano piece.

"-dy to go. I've been calling your name for half a bell!"

The music stopped abruptly and Symonnet scowled over the rimless lenses of his spectacles. Nathannieu stood over him, arms crossed and foot tapping. "Mother is going to be livid if you don't go dress for dinner right this moment," he warned. "As it is, you're still going to catch hell for the ink stains on your fingers. The ladies she's inviting are expecting an exemplary specimen of nobility, you know."

Symonnet's lip curled. He'd forgotten all about his mother's little soiree. Considering he had far more important things to occupy him, this was entirely unsurprising. Unfortunately, Nathan had a point, and Symonnet was well aware of the lectures that would soon be heaped upon his head.

#FFxivWrite2022 #Symonnet Desjardoux #writing #FFXIV

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silkchifffon · 1 year

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Maxdot Heart Shape Rimless Transparent Sunglasses in Transparent Yellow, $7.99

VOTEPRETTY V-Neck Spaghetti Strap Dress in Yellow, $27.99

Unique Vintage Rainbow Suede Peep Toe Pumps, $56.00

#what to wear to tour #the eras tour #lover era #taylor swift

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marchingxiezhi · 4 months

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Sorry for going nutso insane mode but I’m literally already thinking of the logistics of making her like

Can add a tassel to existing pearl earring by looping it around post. Luckily she seems to only have one, and it’s on the ear where my lobe piercing doesn’t close itself after every single time I wear earrings.

sheer tights turned into a top, the feet turned into homestuck-style glove arm socks with nails glued on

Overdress pattern looks like you can goose a jumpsuit like splitting the legs apart. Would probably pattern off this old navy dress I never wear bc it’s super tight and low cut on me actually. I’d be more self conscious about how I look since I’m a chubby lass but I look hot in that dress so it should be fine, adapt the outfit to your body and not the other way around.

Mid length mint wig with long ponytail claw clip, felt base to keep the shapes flat for her bangs and feathers, pva glue, and then I guess like. A second wig or weft for the black part on top

Can’t easily find red bottom half rim glasses so the move here might actually be to get cheap clear or rimless glasses and add the red frame - if clear, paint the plastic, or like… model magic? I’m not confident sanding that. Acrylic or 3D print it to match frame? Would need to measure and get a friend with access to laser cutter or printer

Most designs on cape and dress can be goosed with freezer paper stencil and just thinned white paint to get that frosted look IMO. Blue stripe can be a ribbon. Gold shit looks like it should be foam or 3D print which is annoying. Would like it better if it was just yellow or gold colored satin.

Feather could be foam, fabric/wire, plastic, actual feather… split long pin into 2 parts and add to either side of a claw clip?

Roommate owns a sewing machine that we don’t have the table space to ever use; I’m much more comfortable with hand sewing (buttons on) “have you ever sewed anything? When you altered your dresses to fit better weren’t they super crooked?” Be that as it may.

The cutout panels in the sheer tights under layer is INSANE and would be better executed as a nude fabric with black details sewn on TOP of the tights. Honestly every design I hate from liyue is the stupid body stockings but this one at least has coverage that makes sense apart from the hips

………honestly gaming has an outfit and hair that’s closer to what I actually look like at this point but. Things we do for love

#genshin lc33veblog #cloud retainer delulu tag

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zorahs-sustainable-shop · 5 months

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 🆓💛 Liz Claiborne Vintage Proper nerd Y2K vintage rimless American frame🆓️w30.

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corndoggod · 6 months

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A Review of Matthew Gasda's "Zoomers"

“Do you know a white rapper named Small Boss?”

“I don’t.”

“That’s my cousin!”

I overheard this standing in line for the bathroom at Matthew Gasda’s new play Zoomers, which took place dramatically in a Bushwick boys apartment and literally in a north Greenpoint loft called “The Brooklyn Center for Theater Research,” a new LLC. The bathroom line snaked through the kitchen and determined the length of intermission (I held my pee). I was eyeing the $7 Stellas in the fridge when C whispered in my ear, “The playwright’s dressed like Holden Caulfield.”

It was obvious he was the director/writer from the way he swished around softly commanding attention and obedience. A scarf nuzzled his neck and rimless glasses telescoped his discerning eyes. This was one of the earliest performances and Gasda watched the play a couple seats away, laughing with and without us, piquing my curiosity when he laughed without us.

Dean Kissick was there with his high cheekbones and ugly Asics seated in front of me. We met one of the actor’s friends in line, they worked together at a sushi restaurant in Williambsurg, and this was his first play in New York. I thought I saw Christian Lorentzen too, but Google suggested this guy with bulging eyes was crowned with too much hair.

The set, true to its twentysomething adrift tenants, was shaggy and minimalist: nothing more than a couch, bong, cluttered coffee table, TV and Nintendo Switch. The opening action took place in Nintendo’s multiverse as Luigi and Kirby faced off in Super Smash Bros and the two Bushwick Bros bantered, “Kirby’s a bitch.” After a summerlong hiatus I was back on Smash, drumming King K Rool’s belly with war, grief, and eternal life, and it was charming to see the quotidien fabric of life, as useful and smelly as a tube sock, dramatically staged.

The Switch acted as a far-reaching lighthouse in Gasda’s referential fog of New York life as a recent transplant fresh out of school. The play is crowded with such touchstones: polyamory, food delivery, Venmo requests, ambition softened by the city’s edge and the fear that “taking a break” isn’t catching one’s breath but a tombstone. Amidst this sea of uncertainty, Smash served as a kind of narcotic not just for New York but for everyone everywhere.

While Gasda was quite skilled at identifying these nodes of tribal identity, he had more trouble making sense of them and the issues those tribes faced. Based on the title and the Switch, I thought it was a pandemic play. But the play was actually a romcom occupied with casual and toxic relationships, the rude reality of life post-Ivy, a feast of anxiety and floundering for deeper connectivity.

The play made emotional sense but it had no depth. It wasn’t for a lack of trying either, it’s just that the attempts to get there bordered on the cliche, as when the “adult” character, an architect who viewed boundaries as a blueprint for happiness, says to his more-than-a-decade-younger lover something like, “I’m afraid if I dip my toes in this current it’s strong enough to drag me away,” to which she replies, “I’ll sail with you.” But then there were other lines like, “Love is young people growing old together,” which I liked and could probably find on Etsy.

The writing was strong overall (I’d like to see and read more of Gasda), but the acting was gnarly. I don’t want to be mean so I won’t say more. But I will say it didn’t detract from my enjoyment of the play too much.

I came to Zoomers curious from the hype around Dimes Square that launched Gasda into the headlines. I was ready to be skeptical, but the writing was impressive and so was Gasda’s whole enterprise: the LLC, the workshops, the afterparty, which he seemed to treat as an opportunity for further observation, perhaps fishing around for his next play. I respected that he was actually doing the work. It made me want to convert my apartment into a soiree to show my friend’s art and workshop each other’s work, to host plays choreographed specifically for our sunken lime wash jungle of a living room. I could start a shell company to squirrel away all our hidden artistic treasures and shored up dreams.

#dimes square #Matthew gasda #dean kissick #brooklyn

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