#sometimes he just needs to get out of the system again haha

[bo0tleg]

GEMS MY FRIEND SAID WATCHING 'TOP GUN: MAVERICK' FOR THE FIRST TIME:

"The jacket! The famous jacket that pulls women, pulls men, pulls the world!"

"Oh look how hot~ he looks on that motorcicle. He's even pracing his ass!"

(Maverick, on screen: "Well... He's not here yet.") The mans madness has begun."

"MAVERICK DON'T DIE YOU STILL NEED TO HAVE YOUR GAY ROMANCE!"

"He lasted two months at Top Gun? HA. He probably was a bigger piece of work than the students."

"From what I can tell, Maverick tamed Iceman. In the first one he was the little annoying bitch and Maverick saw a challenge."

"I mean, at least these two (Penny and Mav) have chemistry. They hooked up in a plane, after all."

"Iceman solves his problems, Iceman keeps his job, what a simp. That's dog behavior."

"Maverick doesn't look likes he's flirting with her, he's just confused. His confused face looks like his flirting face, and people assume. I know this because people do it to me."

"Yeah, he's kinda like that one Olívia Rodrigo song that she gets confused when she sees her ex... What was it again?" ('bad Idea right?' by Olivia Rodrigo)

"I like him (Bob)! He's pathetic like me!"

"Oooohhh they're (Phoenix and Bob) gonna be besties! I can feel it."

(When Phoenix racks Rooster with the cue) "OHOHOHOOOO I LIKE HER ALREADY."

(Didn't notice Hangman taking Bob's cue, I relayed the information) "Aaaahhh don't steal Bob's cue. Bob's cool, Bob's nice."

(After rewinding the scene) "NO, NO, NO! WHO IS THAT? NOBODY CAN STEAL BOB'S CUE! I don't like him (Hangman)."

(Hangman, on screen: Bradshaw! As I live and breathe!) *Slowly turns towards me with dead eyes*

"That's not enemies to lovers, that's just enemies."

"With just this scene, I can tell this guy (Hangman) comes and goes. 'Sometimes I flirt with you, sometimes I hate you.' He's like a tsudere."

"Oh, got it. Phoenix is adopted into the man's group. She's a bro."

"I wouldn't say that they're his support system, but those two are the people that know him the best. Hangman is paying attention because he wants to be the best and needs to defeat Rooster. Phoenix is demonstrating a more sibling like worry."

"Hondo is like Mavericks babysitter."

"Oh. Oh, now Mav's flirting with her."

(Following the 'Baby on Board' comment) "Don't talk shit about Bob! I don't like Hangman."

"Maverick is like a step father to Rooster. Not in the 'HAHA I FUCKED YOUR MOM' kind of way, but in the way that he helped raise him."

"Where is Iceman? I'm here for the two of them, I don't give a fuck about Aeronautics."

"I think Ice and Maverick had a long relationship, but they're not together anymore. They maintained a friendship, but their lives probably went in different directions. I'd say they were together for 10, maybe 20 years."

('I ain't worried' by OneRepublic starts playing) "This song is from 2022? OH MY GOD THE SCENE"

"DON'T PLAY AROUND WITH GRANDPA!"

*Started chanting "BOB! BOB! BOB!" When he got picked up*

*Eeriely quiet during the bird strike, until Maverick starts talking to Rooster* "OH THEY'RE NOT DEAD. THEY COULDN'T HAVE KILLED BOB! IF THEY KILLED BOB I WOULD STOP AND NEVER WATCH TOP GUN EVER AGAIN!"

"Definitely 20 years. Ice is probably the only person Mav actually loved. Like, not a fling?" "Yeah, probably." "He's been with lots of women, and men, but Iceman is the only person he was ever in love with– maybe still is."

"I think his (Ice's) wife knows. That's probably why she recognizes Mav and is kind of friends with him." "That's probably why she just let him go up to see Ice." "YEAH GO AHEAD, FUCK MY HUSBAND!"

"It's pretty easy to notice that Snowman– No, ICEman."

"That is the face of a man who just lost the love of his life."

"Damn, the mans a beast. If It was me I'd already have cried, alone, in a room absolutely destroyed, never to come out again."

"He's got nobody, dude! I just want his step child to come back, because If he doesn't that man's gonna kill himself!"

"Why does it always have to have a romantic ending. Just leave him with his adoptive son. Go away."

"They (Penny and Mav) aren't going to end up together."

"I have a theory! Fanboy is obsessed with women! Cus he's 'Fanboy'." "But wouldn't he be called Simp, then?" "Ah, then he's obsessed with men." "... simp can be for men too."

"There's gonna be a Top Gun Three? Who's it gonna be about? It ain't gonna be Maverick, that man has a foot in the grave already."

"Bob is my favorite in the second movie. I have no favorites in the first one because everybody is very macho and very gay, and that's boring."

#srry yall #she kind of destroyed Hangster and Brace #Brace? Or Roosnix? Idk the name of Rooster x Phoenix #also Icemav a little #though she just sprinkled the angst #top gun maverick #iceman x maverick #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell #tg86 #tg:m #tom iceman kazansky #tom kazansky #top gun #top gun 1986 #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #bradley bradshaw #robert bob floyd #natasha phoenix trace #bernie hondo coleman #penny benjamin #jake seresin #top gun hangman #phoenix trace #bob floyd #mickey fanboy garcia #fanboy top gun #mickey garcia

[aimbutmiss]

Okay so obviously Shanks' inner circle (Benn, Yasopp and Roux) know about Buggy. I mean the moment their captain drinks (which is all the time) it's Buggy this and Buggy that.

However, they also know Buggy personally. (I just know they crossed paths between loguetown and marineford a few times, like they MUST have seen each other in the year Shanks spent in the east blue bUT I DIGRESS-)

Anyways, here's the shocker: Buggy actually likes Shanks' crewmates, a lot. And they all love Buggy and agree that their captain screwed up pretty bad.

Buggy respects the shit out of Benn because he's basically carrying the crew on his back. He's both smart and respectful, so Buggy respects him a lot. They get along really well, Benn bringing out a calmer side of Buggy. He sees Benn as the man in charge because even though Shanks is the captain, in Buggy's eyes he's an irresponsible idiot.

Lucky Roux quickly finds out Buggy's favourite foods and immediately whips them up whenever they cross paths, which makes him a winner in Buggy's books. He also laughs at Buggy's jokes. The man is just too nice it would be impossible not to like him.

And Yasopp, oh Yasopp, him and Buggy would have that brotherly friendship where they shit on each other constantly and turn everything into a competition, but they're also besties. The moment they have some alcohol in their systems they'll be dancing around arm in arm. And you know Buggy would shit on Yasopp after seeing him again after marineford, because of his avoidance of Usopp. And he honestly needs to hear that.

Shanks gets jealous of the attention and love his crew receives from Buggy sometimes, but mostly he's just really happy. Because his best friends, his brothers in arms get along with the love of his life and what more could a man want really??? (other than said love of his life to finally forgive him after more than twenty years and come back to him haha...)

#one piece #buggy the clown #red haired shanks #shuggy #lucky roux #yasopp #benn beckman #red hair pirates #my writing

[koolades-world]

Helloooo it's me again back with another obey me request :)

Could I get the Demon bros with a depressed MC? I'm having a rough time rn and I just need some comfort but ofc feel free to ignore if u don't do requests like these!!

Have a nice day/night!! ♡☆♡☆♡

hi! of course! sorry I'm so late on this!!! also love your pfp (huge pjsekai fan)

Part of the reason I took so long is because I just didn’t know where to start

I love the demon bro I wanna squeeze them like a squishmellow and they’ve gotten me thorough some tough stuff

it's hard for me to articulate anything relating to depression just because I struggle to open up about it especially after my diagnosis. I don’t think anyone except my mom knows only because she was in the room at the time, and all you guys now of course haha

sorry if that was worded so weird and if anything below is worded weird but it’s just hard for me to find words to put together how I’m feeling but writing is my therapy so thank you for this request :)

Brothers with a depressed Mc

Lucifer

would def notice something was up right away from the first meeting, not because of how you acted, but just because it's Luci

once he officially found out, he made all arrangements needed right away

you need a few days off school? you got it, he's already talking to diavolo

you need a break from chores? you got it, he distributed the work among the rest of the family

there's only one thing you feel like eating? you got it, it's what everyone is eating for dinner

supportive in a quiet way, and does all sorts of little things to lighten the load

Mammon

as your first and best man, he acts as your knight and is willing to do anything to help you out

he tries his best to correct his own bad habits so you can work together on yourself

like, for example, if you struggle to get out of bed in the morning, he will get up and moving earlier so you can be up at the same time

nobody is perfect! he tells you this all the time because he knows how dark everything might seem sometimes

he partially understands how you feel since being the family punching bag for hundreds of years takes a toll on someone

he’s with you in every step of your journey, ups and downs, no matter what

Levi

he often has his own self deprecating thoughts, so he knows what you’re dealing with

everyone copes in their own ways but he hopes by sharing all the things he loves, he can bring some happiness

he shared everything with you, both his physical possessions and his thoughts

if you prefer to just sit together, he can do that, but if you want to talk about it, he will do his best to also share how he’s feeling

he wants you to be able to use him as a support system and as someone to fall back on

he always tries to bring a smile to your face and to be someone you trust, despite his own flaws

Satan

he shows you the little joys in life, the ones you might struggle or forget to see like sunsets and how the clouds change color with the sky, or how soft flower petals can be, or how a smile can change someone’s entire day

often he invites you out to places, for no reason at all so you can enjoy everything, especially the sun

he takes you on trips to the human world to visit your favorite places and occasionally see your favorite people if he’s allowed

he helps you with school work and takes the load when ever he can

if you asked him, he would do anything for you <3

Asmo

he always helps you out with your personal hygiene since often, that's what goes first

it's much easier to keep a routine if someone is doing it with you, and Asmo would never forget, so he help keep you on track

but, he's also not pushy about it. if you'll let him, he'll do some of the tasks for you, no strings attached

he's with you at your worst and best. he's not going anywhere

he's determined to be your personal cheerleader and will celebrate all the small things with you

Beel

at first, he's a little shocked at the changes in eating patterns, but supports you when ever and where ever you need it

if he knows there's only one food you will eat, he will physically restrain himself from eating it because he knows how much it means to you

exercise helps but he knows it's probably the last thing you want to do, so he helps you though little bits at a time and takes you out to get a reward afterwards

spending time with you makes him happy, so he figures it must be the same the other way around so he makes an effort to just be with you, even if its just sitting together while you do different things

often finds himself seeking you out just to ask how you are by instinct, proving what a sweetheart he is

Belphie

an interrupted or strange sleep cycle is something he would for sure notice

he becomes the biggest cuddle bug and will often give you sleepy kisses

when you're resting, he'll give you sweet dreams that will leave you feeling warm and fuzzy afterwards

he makes an effort to make the bed just how you like it, and before long makes it a habit to join you in your room for naps and bedtime

he doesn't mind if you wake up at weird time and will wait with you as long as you need to get up

thank you again for such the long wait! hope you enjoyed and hope you're feeling better now <333

#obey me #obey me! #obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me levi #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

[pix3lplays]

I saw the Sam request post-

I did see the scenes of him from the 2.0(?)update, so I was thinking….how about healing him/fixing his mechanical limbs after he fought with someone? (He kinda fine ngl-)

Also please work your way through fulfilling a lot of inbox requests gradually plEASE-!! *head-pats and support*❤️❤️🫶🏻🫶🏻

OOH so like…mechanic reader x Sam?? That could work…

And also yes I promise I’m working through them to the best of my abilities! I will be closing requests soon so I can focus on my older requests-

Thank you for the patience!

Notes! Spoiler stuff for Sam lore, and I’m just kinda assuming stuff about how Sam’s body works, reader is a little feisty haha, Sam is a violent killing machine, blood

-Sam x mechanic!reader-

He’s very well-engineered of course, he was MADE to fight, it’s what he knows, it’s what he does.

However, regardless of how well-built he is…this robot gets into fights ALL the time, and sometimes his enemies fight back, unsurprisingly.

Granted that doesn’t Usually mean anything, but every once in a while he fights something that can ACTUALLY fight back…enter you, the resident Stellaron Hunter’s personal mechanic.

It’s ANNOYING you SWEAR you JUST fixed him and here he comes limping back again-

sigh…

And on the rare occasions when he actually loses the fight and one of the other Stellaron Hunters brings him home in a box? Even worse…C’MON Sam pull it together…

But of course you’re going to fix him. At the end of the day you love your murderous, psychopathic, genetically engineered warrior-

You pulled an all-nighter because of COURSE he’d get himself broken beyond recognition when he has an early morning mission the next day-

As much as you complain to the other Stellaron Hunters about Sam’s reckless habits All of them know you’re not gonna leave.

Blade doesn’t care at all so he stays out of it, but Kafka and Silver Wolf put you on the spot with the whole, “oh if you hate him so much why don’t you leave?” WELL OBVIOUSLY BECAUSE-!! UM!! SHUT UP WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!

Assuming he’s not broken into a million pieces, he is Ridiculously difficult to fix up.

He’s impatient. He doesn’t want to hold still. And he IS an enormous machine so…if he doesn’t want to sit still it’s HARD to get him to sit still.

You’re chasing after him while he paces around your workshop, trying frantically to make repairs while he moves around and your pleas for him to just STOP for a moment fall on deaf ears-

Regardless of how mad you get at him you do admittedly have a REALLY big soft spot for your robot-

Only you’re allowed to get mad at him or say anything bad about him. You get genuinely upset when anyone else says anything negative about him, haha…

Despite the fact that he acts like such a jerk to you, the two of you have a very strong relationship. You’re Very in-tune with each other. Definitely on the level where you can understand what the other is thinking without them needing to say anything.

You’re always tinkering with and improving his weapons’ systems. He’s an ultimate weapon and you treat him as such. Though like I said before he does not like to sit still so when he’s tired of your fiddling he’ll just…heat himself up until he’s too hot to touch. You give him a little smack with your wrench in protest but if he’s gonna be sassy with you there’s not much you can do.

You really have old married couple energy with the way you always fight with each other but would literally do anything for the other-

Eventually you guys just. Are married. Kafka one day sees the ring on your finger and she KNOWS and she cannot BELIEVE you didn’t tell her you and Sam got married-but tbh you don’t even remember when that happened, haha…crazy how you could’ve forgotten considering the EFFORT you went through to get Sam an indestructible ring, and then having to weld it on.

You know he’s a very capable warrior. But you still worry about him. However he has no interest in you teaching him how to repair himself.

You can’t imagine why he’s so stubborn over something like that but little do you know it’s because he wants a reason to convince you to stay around.

Oh you’re the ONLY one who can do his repairs so you can’t leave, right?

You think it’s a little childish of him because Obviously you don’t have any intent of leaving but…fine. You won’t force him to cooperate with you. You’ve never been able to make him do anything he didn’t want to do before anyways.

You tend to get left behind on missions because frankly they’d be in a lot of trouble if you got too hurt to fix up Sam…but every once in a while the Stellaron Hunters are stretched too thin and you’re sent on a mission. But that usually backfires because Sam does NOT approve of you being on your own doing something DANGEROUS like a mission. He’ll find some way to get onto your assignment, regardless of how capable you are. One moment you think you’re on a stealth mission, the next moment…Sam is there. Sam, who doesn’t know the definition of ‘stealth’. You just kinda have to sit back while Sam completely massacres everything in sight. Well. The enemies certainly can’t catch you if they’re all dead. Granted the mission is technically easier but now you have to hide all the blatant evidence that Sam was there killing everything- (also I’m just assuming you’re completely desensitized to all his violence at this point haha…)

He’s lucky you love him so much…why else would you put up with his nonsense?

Also UGH speaking of maintenance, after a mission like that where he slaughters everything-do you have ANY idea how hard it is to get all that blood off of him?? It’s HARD. You’re scrubbing him clean ALL. DAY. While also telling him he needs to LAY OFF ALL THE MURDER-or at least try to be a little less messy?? Please?? All that blood on him is Not good for him-

But despite all the problems he causes for you, he’s YOUR genetically modified warrior. You LOVE him.

And really he’d do ANYTHING for you.

You’ll keep taking care of him. And he’ll protect you in turn, regardless if you need him to or not.

But you work out well. And honestly ever since you started a relationship with Sam, his work ethic is even better than before so…the Stellaron Hunters are certainly not complaining.

Alright I guess that’s what I have for this one~

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Hsr Sam #honkai star rail Sam #Hsr Sam x reader #honkai star rail Sam x reader

[artycomicfangirl]

Do you have some headcanons of Daisy's and Luigi's love languages they display in the relationship?

Oh man, you know what? You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for an ask like this since…well, Ever! I LOVE these kind of things! I had to do a quick research to brush up on what Love Languages are again. So I took inspiration from some templates I found online. Sprinkled in with a little bit of the Movie-Verse Headcanons.

I guess this is a potential Part 1 of Luaisy headcanons? All because I’m unfortunately not able to list them all as of now!

But, Here we go! Hope you enjoy. Sorry if this ends up being a super long one though, haha.

- Acts of Service -

💚 Luigi would be more than happy and willing to tend to any Plumbing relate problems Daisy has. This is one of the only few times where even if he doesn’t even know the full situation of the problem, he never says no to her needing help, and dives head first without hesitation…

• Even if it means literally diving into that now rising flooding castle basement of hers, just to locate and fix that pesky broken pipe system!

🌼 💚 Cooking for each other. Unlike when I think Peach lovingly does most, if not all of the cooking for Mario. Cooking seems to become a thing divided equally between Luigi and Daisy.

• Luigi is known to be the best at Dinners. Some of his experience gained from helping his Mama back in Brooklyn growing up. And helping Mario cook too. One of his favorite meals he always loves to share with Daisy on occasion, is his mother’s classic Pasta recipes!

🌼 Plumbing can be real exhausting work sometimes! So Daisy is usually the one to fix up some either some real ice-cool drinks to personably bring to him in sweltering heat. Or Make him some hot cocoa or coffee for the really cold days. She’ll even bring some snacks, or even lunch if it’s almost time for a break.

🌼 Whenever she can be there, Daisy would always sit around and keep Luigi company while he worked. Also for the fact so she can pass him tools that he might need during work. Or even better, hold the fort as best as she can to prevent little mishaps that may occur. Need someone to hit a pipe to get it working? Need an extra set of strength to turn that creaky faucet? Trust Daisy to help out too!

- Physical Touch -

💚 Luigi is so, so, SO gentle with Daisy. Not in a way where he believes that she is perceived to be ‘Delicate’. He has faith that she can handle herself of course! But that’s just simply in his nature with everyone else too. Very little to no aggressive or intimidating body language. And with her? It’s just extra sweet.

• He knows she’s strong. But he can’t help but be the one to look out for her and be worried for her sometimes. When he sees her all scuffed up from fights, he offers to bring her water, ointment, bandages, whatever she requests. At first he allows her to try and heal herself. But If Daisy needs more help, he would step in to help tend to her wounds as much as possible.

💚 Luigi was is the most nervous and hesitant in initiating any form of touch at first. He didn’t want to make the wrong moves or anything! But upon the first hug and some vocal encouragement, it was a sign for him that he is on the right track.

He slowly gets more confident in holding hands with her, having an arm around her waist (Although, he can’t help but melt a little at the fact that he could be THIS close to someone he loves!)

💚 Kisses on his nose get’s him all smiley right away! Daisy ends up doing these out of surprise, and it just gets him so much. Kiss him on the cheek? Instantly giddy. She kisses him on the lips? Immediate knockout. He’s giving the Heart-eyes vibe. This is Something he shares in common with his bro too!

💚 When Luigi sees Daisy on the verge of lashing out at someone. He’s the first to quietly take her hand in his to gently squeeze it. This either gets her to look at him, which he gives a nod and look of reassurance for her to think things through. Or it’s almost like an instant touch that needs no words nor looks. But it has an instant affect on her. She rarely gets directly angry at him ever. How can she be mad at someone just so sweet to her? She knows he genuinely wants to help her.

• Sometimes he chooses to gently rub her hands instead. Also an equally effective calming effect.

💚 If Daisy ever feels down or at her worst, he more than welcomes her with open arms, and does not ever judge her for crying (something she rarely ever shows in public. Always putting a strong face.) It matters very little to him in the moment that his hat or clothes would be tear-soaked.

💚 Speaking on the note of a Sad Daisy. There are a few trigger moments which if you end up hurting Daisy, can make this sweet and timid Greed Plumber, decide that enough is enough. There is a reason why his Trope is known as a ‘Cowardly Lion’!

💚 He will try to place himself in front of her always. Whether it is him jumping in front of her to take whatever brunt of force was directed at her without thinking. Or steeling himself up to give stare down (albeit with quaking knees) in front of his enemy.

He starts of with a slight quiver in his voice. But if you continue to mock him or her a second time, the shakiness in his tone fades. Becoming a bit more determined. A quiet strength. At that point, he will not allow you to push him around and insult Daisy like that. Even if he might get knocked around a bit, he keeps getting back up, just to stand up for her.

💚 He’ll even try to use his hat at some points if he needs to cover her face more for protection.

💚 For some reason I feel like instead of usually carrying a Princess Bridal-style like Mario does. Luigi tends to carry Daisy on his back more. This often leads to escaping from some very comical situations!

🌼 Daisy is DEFINITELY the one who is not shy in expressing her affections naturally. But also really straightforward in her actions.

🌼 Ever experienced one of those surprise Run-at-top-speed Jump hugs? That’s Daisy for you! She often forgets to tone herself down sometimes.

🌼 Pulling him by the suspenders of his overalls gently just to kiss him.

🌼 She’s the one ending up carrying him like a bride instead HA

🌼 Like Luigi, Daisy is always one to step in front of her beloved to shield them from any potential danger. She is usually the one to Yank him out of the way with top speed (Apologizing immediately to him afterwards!) and pull him close to her body to try and cover and protect him as much as possible.

🌼 You would not be able to live it down if Daisy sees you harming or insulting Luigi. She is super quick on to you, ready to throw hands (And weapons, if in a fight)

🌼 She and Mario share the same kind of sentiments when it comes to standing up for Luigi.

“Say that again about my Boyfriend…And you’re gonna regret it!”

- Words of Affirmation -

🌼 Daisy is the one with the vast supply of pet names and complements!

🌼 The Iconic “Hey Sweetie!”

🌼 Buttercup, Honey-Bee, Weegie, Squeegie ect

🌼 If you don’t stop her, she may resort to floral Puns!

🌼 When it comes to support, she is like a really passionate cheerleader. You would definitely see her yelling her heart out at the sidelines of any event/competition/Kart race

🌼 When she writes notes or letters, Daisy tends to be the one who draws little doodles at the end of each letter, or just as little decorations here and there. Mario may or may not have accidentally revealed that he had caught Luigi chuckling at a letter he received from Daisy. Only to be told by his younger Bro that he found her drawings adorable and it made him smile. So she’s been doing that ever since!

💚 Luigi is a bit more reserved with this type of thing. But in fact, he is secretly the more poetic one! Surprisingly The type who’s words of love end up being a natural Cupid’s arrow.

💚 I see ‘Desert Flower’ as a popular head canon compliment he might say, and I also agree with that!

💚 Why do I feel like he would totally be the one to call her “My Dynamite Gal”??? When he’s mustered up so much confidence??

• Because Luigi is known to be more shy and timid, he does have more struggles with confidence in some parts. Leading to this possible little interaction:

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💚 “ Face it…How can I even do this? I’m such a loser! I mean, look! I literally got a huge L on my head!”

🌼 “…Does It really have to mean Loser?”

💚 “H-huh? I-I…well what else can it be?”

🌼 “Well…put it this way. You’re kinda like a Clover!”

💚 “A…Clover?”

🌼 “Yeah! You ward off evil. You’re green all over. So How about…Lucky?”

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- Quality Time -

💚 Luigi ends up loving taking strolls around the castle with Daisy. Whether it is in the Palace Gardens, or by lakes and rivers. Even Flower fields, where he’ll even attentively listen to her pointing out the new things.

💚 Luigi May end up getting challenged when he goes out on hiking trips with Daisy. The first few trips, he ends up faltering behind a little (He has bad knees everyone!), But Daisy would often slow her pace down a little so he can keep up. She doesn’t mind one bit. But overtime, he pushes to improve himself, in which he now is actually able to keep up by her side. She’s extremely proud of him

💚🌼 The Camping trips together are always fun though! Well, excluding some Minor scares and freak outs from the local wildlife at night. Luigi Teaching Daisy the classic treat of making a S’more. While Daisy would do something shared from her own land sometimes!

🌼 Daisy loves whenever she and Luigi get to go on one of their ‘Sports dates’, and is usually the one initiating these meetups (Knows all the good places!) while Luigi throws in suggestions. Usually consisting of Golfing especially. She is more knowledgeable in the technique, which she ends up teaching Luigi what she already knows. She likes to jokingly say that he’s “Learning from the best!”

🌼 If they end up moving in together and sharing the same bed, Daisy would be the type to wake up a bit earlier than Luigi does. Then goes back again to get some extra sleep hours. She has this little habit where she can’t help but give a little kiss on his cheek by then. If he continues to sleep, she lets him be. But if he ends up wanting to be woken up by this, she starts to go in for more kisses. Some of them are quick ticklish to him!

All until she’s gazing back at sleepy half-open eyes, A lopsided smile, and a very happy green Plumber who’s morning has just been made even better!

💚 On Luigi’s part, he’s the one who sleeps the last. Letting Daisy sleep first before him, as he sometimes has a bit of work he needs to attend to. Or just simply reading a few pages of his favourite book beside her.

• When he notices a lock of her hair astray on her face, he ends up brushing it aside for her. In that moment, he seriously cannot believe that this beautiful fiery woman is his beloved, and is right next to him.

- Receiving Gifts -

💚 It is a popular head canon going around that Daisy is very into gardening. So, Luigi would even go out of his way to brush up on said topics about Gardening and nature just for Daisy. Same thing that he would do when it comes to her other interests, just so he knows what to get her!

💚 He has really great callback memory, in which he is able to remember most of the conversations he would have with Daisy when she talks about various plants. Including seeds and flora she wishes she could obtain to grow in her castle Garden. So! Every often, he would visit the local markets or shops in the town, where he would check up all the latest imports/exports to see if he can find some uncommon, or even rare seeds for him to collect for her. If it’s something from Brooklyn, he most likely tries to buy seeds of flowers for her smaller pot plants!

If he goes on adventures with Mario, he does something similar where he collects various trinkets or souvenirs for him to take home for her, or send to her by mail.

🌼 Daisy is definitely more extravagant, and a bit more ‘flashy’ when it comes to gift giving. She does not do this to show off. She 100% fully believes that her believed deserves the best he can get…Even if it ends up giving him the biggest of blushes. And just so happens she can’t stop gushing about it either in her own way!

🌼 Actually at first, she might have been giving him ‘Weird’ gifts for the first few times when they became a couple. They’re not offensive gifts! But they were a result of her having misunderstood some of his hobbies and likes at the beginning. But never in bad faith, as she genuinely tried to guess what would make Luigi happy. But luckily with help from Peach and Mario, she got good results. And long the way, she started getting better at gift-giving.

🌼 I mean, have you seen that Golden statue of her and Luigi in her own Mario Kart Course? If she was the one who commissioned that, she would totally go THAT far.

🌼 She would go on a secret calling spree, prepare a huge birthday with all of his favorite foods, invite literally all of his friends and family as a complete surprise. Making the Green man crying out of happiness.

🌼 Well, not exactly a traditional kind of gift. But just for him, Daisy would end up wearing cute dresses or other outfits. Something he likes. But that’s because we all can’t deny, Daisy is still Daisy. She still loves to tease Luigi one way or another.

Green Bro may have been staring a little too long, as the Princess walks by in a tank-top and shorts combo!

#super mario #nintendo #the super mario bros movie #princess daisy #luigi #luaisy #headcanon #headcanons

[ya-zz]

Heyhey! So I just got a haircut (super short! Think of a fluffy boycut) and my cat HAAATES it!! When I walked in she puffed up at me, but she is getting used to it. Just didnt expect my head to change haha. But I was thinking, itd be kind of funny if Ramattra acted that way with his s/o? so if you're able I'd love to see you write about it😳😳❤️

Omg that is hilariously adorable!

Apologies this took awhile to get to, but I hope I have done it some justice ♥ I am running on two hours sleep so I do apologise if there are any mistakes!

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1029

Omnics used to all look the same. Same make, same model, neither one had their uniqueness until they gained their own thoughts and feelings. Months after they gained their sentience, omnics around the world began wearing clothes, dressing how they saw humans dress, whether that was to be casual or smart, punk or floral, they followed those around them. 

Soon after, workshops popped up around the villages and cities with new parts were being made, upgrades and cosmetics suitable for any and all omnic. They began appearing with hairstyles, new attachments while some altered their look completely. There was a rise within omnic fashion; a sudden competition between human and omnic, one that broke several news reports yearly.

One omnic, however, kept his appearance as close to his factory model as possible. Save from a colour change here and there, his appearance rarely changed. Then again, his kind was feared. A ravager seeking customisation would’ve been talk of the town. 

He kept to himself, only changing when he deemed it absolutely necessary. The only major change he went through was to make his appearance more friendly, despite his previous nature. Cabled hair attached, signature red wire down one was all he wanted, nothing too flashy. It was simple and he appreciated the work done. 

He had always thought humans changing their style was frivolous, never any true meaning behind the changes, so he refrained from going over the top. He wasn’t seeking affirmations from anyone, he didn’t seek compliments, but when the words of “you look great” and “I like this on you” came from your mouth, he felt somewhat more comfortable within his chassis. 

You were the first one to see him like that, and it brought a new and warm feeling coursing through your body. He definitely looked more approachable and even on occasion he would let you style it, keeping his thoughts locked away as he enjoyed the gentleness of your touch.

Ramattra had known you for several years, before, during and after his time at the Monastery. After saving his life, you stuck by his side for the years coming. You two became close friends, never anything more until he brought himself out of his robotic shell and confessed that he had liked you. 

It was a day that you would remember for years to come. You had never seen an omnic such as him be so shy, so when he spoke to you that day, servos twitching and avoiding your eyes, you knew he had put a lot more thought into it than he would like to admit. 

He planned it. He plans everything. The omnic loves to follow a schedule, never deviating from it unless absolutely necessary. Change, while he admits is a good thing, sometimes doesn't need to happen. He’s used to his surroundings, used to those he is around, so when you suddenly changed your appearance, all hell broke lose within his systems. 

At first, his systems detected an enemy human, something of which he had yet to calibrate and turn off. System warnings flared up, blocking his vision as his body froze on the spot. His vocaliser became threatening, tone low and dark as he spoke out, demanding how you got this close to him without him realising it. 

The familiarity of your voice sent his systems into overload, errors upon errors clouding more of his vision as he stepped back. He was angry and confused. 

Part of him thought it was a joke, that someone had taken your voice and put it into another human, but he realised quickly that it was impossible for humans to undergo such a process… Unless it was a synth. His hands curled into fists at the thought. A sick joke indeed. 

Once your hand made a connection with his, it felt like his entire body just overheated and froze on the spot. His systems shut down momentarily, lights flickering before his systems rebooted. A familiar voice and touch broke him out of the spell he was under. 

Change was something Ramattra was getting used to. Sudden, unexpected changes were never going to go down well with him, and it was a lesson learnt for you. He apologised profusely, gentle servos holding your hand in an attempt to comfort you from his anger. You didn’t blame him, of course, you figured there was going to be a reaction, but this was not the one you had been expecting. 

Ramattra stayed with you that day, complimenting your look, glancing at you when you weren’t looking in his direction. He’d steal looks as he’d burn the images into his memory files; video files followed after, the gentle curve of your smile with your new look, eyes glistening in the warm sunlight. You were an angel within his optics. 

He would sit behind you, hands getting tangled within your hair, strands getting caught between his joints and being gently tugged. Ramattra mimicked the motions you showed him whenever you would sit behind him and play with his cables. Fingers brushed through your locks, sometimes a gentle squeeze of your scalp as he massaged your head. He enjoyed the time shared between you as he would style your hair the best he could. Of course, he’d miss a few strands, but the look and effort was too cute to change.

While Ramattra was still getting use to the sudden change of your appearance, he couldn’t help but feel conflicted as he stared at the back of your body, hands still playing. Why did you change? You were perfect before. I mean- you still are, of course. You will always be perfect to me. I just wondered what brought this upon you? 

His hands continued to play, moving down the side of your neck, rubbing the tight knots in your shoulders. A sigh filled his receptors, a sweet noise he enjoyed hearing from you. It made him chuckle as he continued his motions, basking in warmth of daylight as the two of you sat together.

“You are perfect, [y/n].” He finally spoke out, leaning down and resting his forehead against the back of your head. “Always will be.”

#overwatch #ramattra #ramattra x reader #overwatch ramattra #reader #ow #fanfic #overwatch fanfiction #ow2 #overwatch 2 #yazzfics

[cheemken]

Oh that mental image of him breaking down and his Dragonite gently holding him until he's ready to hug back--crying in the club fr I wanna write this scene so much

Another personal hc that I have is definitely one that has a lot of self-projecting onto it. Mostly from the throw away line of 'my knees are creaking' and how the other E4s run to the end of the arena while he takes his sweet time. Couple that with lines on how he fell asleep and is always just resting at the club, a part of me likes to think that he's got some health issues. Maybe joint pain or something that causes chronic exhaustion.

Drayton isn't all too bad with his classes schoolwork wise but he fails primarily on his lack of attendance. Maybe it's partially from days where getting out of bed is hard, or when he can't pretend that everything's all fine and dandy. Sitting down often because standing or walking too long causes his knees to act up. Napping when he can cause he's just low-key tired all the time.

Perhaps he wouldn't have gotten the reputation of being lazy and a slacker if he just spoke up about it but no. He gives me the vibes of someone who dislikes pity, having a level of pride where he prefers to handle stuff on his own. He's got a system with his Pokemon where they help him on bad days. Shame that's how people saw him but it's not like he's making an effort to dispel it anyway. He'd hate it if those displeased looks turned to pity instead

But I'm also a sucker for days where he just can't summon up the energy to pretend around people, and while most just chalk it up to him being lazy again, maybe his friends can tell and help make things a little easier.

(Again, that's just my personal hc with a healthy dose of self projection. I just love putting him through situations haha)

Omf cndmcndm yeah yeah I get that I understand that that hit me right at home lmfaooo

No but, imagine if the reason behind that too is bc how grueling the training of Drayden was. Cause I also have this small hc that Iris really tried to keep up w Drayden's 10k push ups, sit ups, and squats during their training too (so she's a bit built thanks to that lmfao), but Drayton couldn't keep up w that, he tries but he couldn't, his body wasn't frail to say the least, but he wasn't built like Drayden or Iris, his body was a bit weaker compared to theirs, so when he tries, even when he did warm ups beforehand, it'd still leave his body quite sore

That plus the lil hc I have that he always waits for Iris to come back home most nights, so he stays up late most of the time too, making him tired the next day

But yeah, with his pride, he always refuse to get help, to the point he conditioned himself that there really is nothing wrong w him, but there is y'know, and sometimes he can't handle it anymore. There was once his body just needed rest that he didn't go to school at all, it resulted in his fam telling him if he's that lazy then he should just stop going to school and just help around the house, after all, he isn't trusted enough for the gym, wasn't motivated enough to do any kind of work, not even w school, so what's he gonna do

Anyways yeah, this I canon in my heart anon, just let the boy sleep in he deserves it

#i do love how the rest of the e4 notices maybe #amarys is always the one who notices it first #then she goes to tell crispin #who then tells lacey #then lacey just up and sometimes forces drayton to take a break #w dray really just going 'well cant say no to a break' #other students would often just question the bb e4 bc drayton is already a slacker he doesnt even do much why are they giving him a break #but the e4 knew better than to share. it wasnt their secret to tell #they know how grueling it was for him to keep up w his family so while sometimes they disagree and argue on things #they do really care abt each other #even their resident slakoth drayton #oughhgh new unova kids #pls now i wanna make hcs abt the four of them ncmdnd #plus kieran maybe bc hes also cool and he and crispin seems close hahah #pokemon hcs #an ask and an answer #anon #edit: also anon!! if you do write it tag me or send it here too i would love to read it!! hahaha

[labyrinthofsphinx]

Statistical Outliers

Part 6 and 6.5 of drabble. Another long one, but chopping it up would've been weird.

“I don’t even like you right now.”

Vox had been laughing for far too long. This might be the most he’s laughed since Alastor had his ass handed to him by the angel prick. He finally found something that scares the kid, and all that was required was a little body mutilation.

The kid was currently rewiring the circuits into his new head, but he kept his gaze down the whole time. A deep scarlet of embarrassment was seeable even under his fluff.

“You, hahaha, you sound like a broken dog toy! Hahaha!” He hadn’t so much as screamed as he had made this high-pitched squeak of distress. Everything else was perfect, the horrified look, the freaking out, but that squeak ruined any of drama that Vox might’ve wanted to see. Now, he couldn’t help but think of the tossing the kid across the floor just to hear that stupid noise plink like a bouncy ball.

“I can’t help it! It’s a fox thing, I think.”

Oh, Vox knew that. Val squeaks too. His were subtler though, like a wet sneaker on a tile floor sound. Go figure, he had to go hell before he ever found out that moths and foxes apparently squeak. More news at eleven.

“God, that’s, hahaha, so pathetic. Haha!”

The kid rolled his eyes and went back to his work. Off to the side, Vox was making sure to record everything. While his body was still sitting down and hugging its sides, his face appeared across every screen that wasn’t currently being ripped open for repairs. He was keeping a close eye on the situation, I mean, it was his head after all. That and, if he saw how to do it, maybe he could attempt it by himself. Write some code for his body to follow, a series of pathways meant for this exact action. At least that way he wouldn’t have to rely on anyone to do this again.

Oh, the things he was going to do to his engineer later.

“Hey, um, do you know why there’s limiters on it?” He asked, bringing up a string of small black boxes he pulled from the backside.

Limiters? What hell was a limiter?

“Why? Something odd about it?”

“I mean, wasn’t the point of all these upgrades to give you more options? The limiters make it so there’s a cap on everything. The sound can’t get to max. The brightness can’t go above a certain degree. That sort of thing. Sometimes people use them when the system can’t take it, and it prevents burnout but…I mean this is as state of the art as possible. There’s no reason to have them here.”

Double dead, his engineer was double dead.

“If it doesn’t have to be there, no need to take up the space then.” He said, trying to be casual. The kid seemed to notice the twitching of his eyes though, so it’s not as if he couldn’t tell that he wasn’t…miffed by that.

The kid nodded in agreement and started unplugging them from the rest. About, the sharks had finished with their meal and were now lazily floating around. They always get like that after a large meal. One second, they were vicious man eaters, then next they were oversized house cats. For Vox, anyways. They hated just about everyone else.

“I like your sharks, by the way. Do they have names?”

“Anchor and Barge.” He said, his headless body pointing at the hammerhead and the tiger respectively. “They’d both eat you alive, you know.”

“After that meal? I don’t know. Sharks are pretty slow to digest things.”

True. Very true. He didn’t jump in there with them for obvious reasons, but he does find it easier for his aquarium workers to clean it up if they work right after breakfast or dinner…or one of them falls in around lunchtime and the rest wait until after the sharks were finished.

“So, you know about TVs and sharks. You’re a weird kid.”

“Yup.” He scanned his work, then stood up. “Okay, all done.”

What?

“All done?”

“Yup.”

“It’s been fifteen minutes.”

“I know.” He sighed. “Had to get all the limiters out. Sorry it took so long.”

It used to take all fucking day. He had to plan for months when he was going to do a big upgrade. He had to reschedule appointments, hold off on any later announcements, and god forbid Vel or Val have any minor inconvenience that day. It was a nightmare to deal with. The only reason he was fine with doing it today was because he literally hadn’t had a choice. He couldn’t exactly attend business meetings with half of a face. That said, he fully expected to be in cyberspace even longer since, you know, it wasn’t his technician doing it but a literal child. A smart child, granted, but still.

“So…how do I put it back on?” He threw his hands up. “And please try not to scare the hell outta me. A little warning first, maybe?”

He didn’t get it. His body stood up like the headless horseman and lifted his new head up over his shoulders. Cables, wires, and what amounts to veins and arteries in him now, climbed up through his neck and into the new set. Like a horde of sentient worms, they twisted and slid where they needed to. From the outside, it might look like he was being possessed. Or that Vox was secretly a bunch of leeches all working together to form some form of being. As the last wires connected, he jolted into the electrical stream. In the span of milliseconds, he crossed every pathway, checked every system, and detailed every change.

The kid did a good job. A great job, actually. Huh.

The so-called limiters being gone was interesting. He really hadn’t noticed them at all, but now, it was as if he’d had a cold all this time and only just got over it. Turns out, his speakers could get even louder, and the frequency can get to spectrums even dogs couldn’t hear. The brightness was also absurd. He often liked to see Val’s face turn to mush when he turns it up in the dead of night, a part of being a moth he’s never really gotten over. Now, he feels like he could probably blind someone like that, if he wanted to. Power output was also insane. He could kill with it before, sure, but he’s not sure he’s had the ability to bypass other functions, essentially just letting specific parts of himself be almost exclusively energy if need be. If he had, he’s surely never used it before, probably because he would’ve been running the risk of having everything that wasn’t energy accidentally fried from the overload.

“Okay, I know it’s all wires and stuff, but that was pretty gross.”

“You still own your soul, right?”

The kid paused.

“Um, yes?” He said, then quickly added. “It’s not for sale.”

Vox laughed, a little more sardonic this time.

“Everything is for sale. The question is just the price.”

With the snap of his fingers, the whole room lit up with possibility. He could have fame and fortune, the applause of all, his own show, his name reaching the farthest corners of hell. He could have comfort and a place of his own, something he wouldn’t have to share and somewhere to feel like home. He could have security and safety, never again having to worry about the frivolous battles and vicious monsters they live with down here. He could give him any toy he wanted. He could track down any family he might have down here. He could pull some strings and send him upstairs for a time.

All these things and more played across the room like collage of different endings, each sweet and inviting. He could be walking the red carpet. He could be playing video games in his own penthouse. He could be safe in the arms of his mother or his father or whoever else might be out there looking for him. And he could stay here, in Vee tower. He’d even let him sleep on the couch.

“See? I could give you everything. Anything. And what would it really cost you? You’d work for me. Not a bad deal, huh?”

He looked tempted, especially by the idea of family. His eyes lingered there longer than any other. Still, he sighed and offered Vox a somber look.

“That’s a very generous offer, but I’ll have to pass.”

“You sure that’s wise, kid?” Vox teased, slowly working his way around to his side. He skimmed a hand on his shoulder. “Think of what you’re missing out on! Take some advice from me, when opportunity knocks, seize it!”

He wasn’t paying attention to the kid’s hands. All his focus was on his face, that’s where weakness shows. He didn’t account for the strength of a hand. His little paw reached up and grabbed Vox’s claw. He pulled it down slightly, now just holding it. He almost swayed with it.

“You don’t owe me anything, you know. I don’t mind helping out my friends.”

The screens all blinked out at the same time.

“We are not friends.” He said, pointedly. “I don’t have friends.”

He can remember hearing that, seemingly ages ago, from someone he really thought was one. The kid held on just a tad tighter.

“What about Velvette and Valentino?”

“That’s entirely different.”

“Well, I’m might not be your friend, but you’re my friend.”

“I…I was literally going to kill you not, like, an hour ago!”

“Yeah, so? Husk stole all my money last week playing poker. Nifty stabbed me in hand, like, three times the week before.” He mentioned offhand, like any of that was normal. “I mean, Alastor tried to eat me the day before you grabbed me, I’m kind of used to-”

“He is not your friend!”

He’s not sure who was more surprised by the outburst, the kid or himself. His face glitched at the idea of Alastor and any concept of friendship. Really? Manipulating children? Is that what the great radio demon has been reduced to? Yeah, sure, Vox was offering to buy his soul off of him, but at least he intended on fulfilling his end of the bargain.

His hand gripped tighter, and his claw unintentionally dug into the kid’s palm.

“Kid, if you learn nothing else from any of this, I want you burn this into your skull: Alastor will always look out for himself first. He will lie, cheat, murder, or be the most charming person you’ve ever met, as long as it benefits him. Nothing he says is the truth. And he will play anyone against anything if he gets something out of it. If hell was burning down to the ground, he’d step over everyone to be king of the ashes.”

“I…I mean he is…creepy sometimes. I know he lies a lot.” He stuttered.

He grabbed him by his shoulders, forcing him to look him in the face.

“Trust your instincts.” The swirls of his hypnotic eye danced with focus. He hadn’t even done it on purpose. Any time the radio freak pops up, he tends to drown out other thoughts. Oddly, the kid’s attitude didn’t change. His smile was gone now, but he was still giving him that stupidly soft look.

“Where you two friends?”

The bitter truth tasted like bile on his tongue.

“Alastor doesn’t have friends, kid.”

He only had pawns. Allies, maybe. And ladders to higher power. Everyone else was a waste of time.

“Well, you’ve got one thing now that he doesn’t then.”

I…he…ugh.

“Oh, shut up, kid.”

…

It was little surprise to him that Velvette and Valentino were waiting in their lounge, not so subtly sitting around as if they had nothing else better to do. He knew they were lying around, hoping he’d come out. Val might want to continue their fight, or at least marvel in his small victory with Vox’s broken screen. Vel, he can only imagine, wants to see Vox’s reaction to her stupid little prank. The better the reaction, the better the video it would make.

Surprise to all! Voxtek now presenting ‘You fucked up!’: the show! Watch as two of hell’s strongest overlords sit there gaping like fish as Vox walked in, nothing but smiles and a clean screen!

The kid was quick on his heels, though he stopped a little short the minute he saw Val.

“Um, hey, Vee.” Velvette started. Her video was already rolling so she needed something for content. “You look good. Anything happen today?”

“Oh, worked on a few projects. Got some exciting things coming up for sure!” He offered a hand out towards Valentino. “Like Valentino’s new film. I’m sure he’s just about done shooting it. We’re all very excited by all the big promises you’ve made about the star quality.”

In truth, Val’s recent work was nowhere near done. He was always more interested in the actions on the screen than anything involved in actual screenplay. That’s part of the reason the scripts were always for shit. This particular project started off as more of a fever dream, and just started escalating from there. Vox knew, because of course he did, that Val was nearly out of time and also out of budget.

And he also knew who Val would go running to, to fix everything right before it gets released.

He took a big drag of smoke, and nearly choked on it.

“Uh…” Velvette almost looked apologetically at Val for turning the gun on him by accident. “I meant, did anything else happen today?”

Oh, he didn’t realize they were lining up for an execution today!

“Actually, yes! The strangest thing happened before!” He gently guided the kid forward. “I found this little guy all by himself, unattended! Who knows what could’ve happened to him if I’d not found him! Obviously, his owner was very negligent in his care. Now, I understand that she was very busy with so many important things to do today. Therefore, until she’s done with her little projects, I’ll take it upon myself to make sure he’s safe!”

Vel’s mouth dropped in silent agony. Careful dear, still being recorded.

Vox popped his bowtie, his collar flaring open and exposing his neckline. He slowly dragged his jacket off and tossed it over his arm. Val’s eyes dragged across his chest the whole time. He’s pretty sure he actually ate some of the cigarette.

“Well, I don’t know about you two, but I’ve had a very exciting day. I think I’ll turn in for the night.”

“W-what about food?” Vel said suddenly, grasping for a reason for him to stay.

“Tell my secretary that I’ll be ordering in tonight. I’m thinking Chinese.” He started to walk towards his room. The kid had enough sense to follow without argument, though he seemed less confident with Vox’s co-workers burning their gazes into their backs.

Val didn’t get his argument, his trophy shot, or his makeup sex. He was going to be angry and alone tonight. Vel didn’t get her candid shot of Vox’s embarrassment, instead making her come across like a joke. He didn’t expect her to post that video, if only to save face.

When the door to his room closed, he only just kept from laughing.

“Aren’t they going to be mad tomorrow?” The kid asked. He stepped into the room with uncertainty, like he was afraid to disturb the space.

Vox’s room, like his workspace, was pretty sterile looking, almost futuristically modern in design. He tossed the jacket into a side pocket on the wall. From there, his machines would wash it, press it, and hang it back up in his closet. A flick of the wrist, and the suite came to life with lights, stripes of neon blue that pulsed about. The hidden fireplace rose up from the floor, turning on with a hiss of gas. Off to the side, he could hear his bathtub prepping itself, turning on the warm water after an appropriate amount of fragrances were added to the mix.

He always thought it was a little silly of Val, constantly having his personal servants running around and doing everything for him like that. In the age of the electronic servant, why would you ever leave anything up to a human unless you had to? It was so much more trouble.

“They’ll be mad.” Vox confirmed with a nod.

“Isn’t that bad?”

He gave a quick turn, just so the kid could see the utter delight on his face.

“It’s only bad if you don’t know how to use it. And, trust me, I’ve lived with these two for more than long enough to navigate just about any thought in their heads. You’ll come to find that they’re dreadfully predictable when they’re angry.”

“Oh. Okay. I guess.” He muttered. “Are…are we still getting Chinese?”

Vox brought up the menu on his phone and let him shift through it. He already knew what he wanted anyway. He gave a quick point over to another setup of monitors, all of them hooked up for voice commands.

“Tell the computer what you want. It already has my order pre-programed. It’ll send a text to my secretary, and she’ll handle the rest. Just answer the door when she knocks. I’m taking a bath.”

With that, he left him to his own devices.

His bathroom smelled of sea salt and ocean breeze. Just opening the door made him almost nostalgic about his mortal days of summer, out on the end of the island. The tub was less of a tub and almost like a small swimming pool. Up above it, the ceiling was fitted to allow it to become a shower at any time. He didn’t often take showers, on account of his head being, you know, a TV, but he did like the kinetic energy it gave the room anyways. It felt a bit like he controlled the weather too.

He stepped down into the water and turned on the jets.

Oh, he needed this. Today might’ve started off like shit, but it was ending out on a high note.

Now then, the plan for tomorrow. Though he’s rested his body, letting the whirling water pull the knots from his muscles and batter down sore spots to the point of pleasure, his mind kept running. It was kinda a curse really. He never fully relaxed ever.

The miniature aquarium he had there, a circulating one of moon jellies, caught his eyes’ attention while his brain rambled on and his body unwound.

Aside from Vel and Val issues, he had one other major concern. The kid still wasn’t under contract. He tried tempting with sugar. That hadn’t worked. Close, but no cigar. That meant that, tomorrow, he was going to have to try the other way. Weirdly enough, he was actually, truly dreading it.

Not only was the kid hard to scare in general, apparently, but Vox kept feeling a little sick thinking about that broken cry, asking him if he was okay.

He seemed to care significantly less about his own, personal safety than he did for…his friends. And, unfortunately, Vox currently only had one of those on hand for use…aside from himself, he’d suppose. How would one threaten themselves anyways? Note to self, look into that. For now though, Angel was going to have to do, wasn’t he?

Ugh. This was going to suck. Buck up, Vox. You do what you have to do, nothing less.

His cameras informed him that his secretary just dropped off the food. She was a little gob smacked to be opening the door to the kid. Her shirt was opened three buttons more than appropriate, and her skirt about six inches too short. When the kid showed up in his place, she looked like she wanted to melt into the floor.

Food was calling. Time to get out.

Thankfully, his machines had a new warm robe ready for him. Val keeps stealing them and not giving them back. It’s probably because he makes sure they’re pre-heated before tossing them on, like fresh clothing from the drier.

He stepped out to find that his food was already put together for him, plate, silverware, and fortune cookie to boot. He wasn’t about to bet on who set that up, his secretary or the kid.

To his surprise, instead of finding him where he expected, over by the TV, he found him sitting and admiring the view from the broad, curved windows.

“Wow, you can see everything from up here.”

Vox grabbed his food and joined him, more out of curiosity than anything else.

“Well, I designed it like that.” He mentioned. “To be fair, I designed most of these buildings on this side of the pentagram.”

The skyrises made it feel more like home, if he were honest, which he never was.

“That’s…actually really cool. I’m lucky if I can get a card tower up.” Then, he spotted something familiar. “Hey! You can see the hotel from here!”

Sure, he supposed. He gets a better view from his drones. Speaking of, it seemed like they hadn’t had any more luck today than they had the last couple of days. The princess was in literal tears, both her girlfriend and her father trading off between comforting her. Angel Dust only just got back, his driver dropping him off not a moment ago. Vox didn’t need to turn up the audio to know that they were asking if he’d gotten anything useful today. The answer was no, obviously.

These people cared about him. They were distraught and desperate and thinking the absolute worst must’ve happened. There was a very, very small part of him that almost pitied that.

Then, a little anger bubbled up from nowhere. Why the fuck did you let him go alone? Not fucking one of you could’ve gone with him? Like, yeah, the worst did happen, but could you imagine if it was worse than that? Vox was bad news, obviously. But…so there so many worse things that could’ve happened.

That made feel gross, like the bath didn’t matter. Then he got mad because why did he feel gross? Then, he felt worse because why did even question why he felt gross? Then-!

“My fortune cookie insulted me.”

Oh, thank god. That rabbit hole was one he wasn’t going to crawl out of otherwise.

“What?”

“It says ‘Your life is a blockbuster of bad luck. Enjoy the Oscar’.”

“That is the best fortune cookie I’ve ever heard.” He might’ve wheezed, probably swallowed a chicken bone while he was at it.

“What does yours say?”

He didn’t actually eat the cookie. Most of the time he threw them away. He made his own luck but, well, when in Rome.

He unfurled the sheet of paper and began to recite it.

“‘Everyone you’ve ever stalked online had just been notified’.”

There was good pause, before they both started rolling. The kid coughed on his water, spewing out like a vaporizer. Vox tickled himself enough to accidentally pop a laugh track from his mix.

“Who makes these?” Vox rasped. “I need to get some for those two outside, hahaha!”

Memo from Vox to Vox, always order from that Chinese food place whenever he needs to lighten the mood.

They polished off the rest of their meal shortly, but they still caught themselves looking out the window. The embassy tower seemed so out of place now, sand dripping down to nothing, and a clock that didn’t keep time.

“It still feels weird that its over.” The kid said.

“Yeah.” He pointed at the building. “We should melt it down and turn it into a giant sign that says ‘Fuck you’ so they can read it from up there.”

“You know, I think Lucifer said something similar.”

Well, he now knew more about the king of hell than he thought he would. Great minds think alike and all that.

“Did you guys just hang out up here when it happened?” He asked.

“You mean extermination day? Yeah, of course. I’ve got every security feature in the world in this building. The place is basically a bunker when it has to be. It was just easier for those feathered freaks to go hunting for the easier prey on the streets.”

He shrunk, disheartened by something or another.

“Yeah, it was pretty scary out there.”

…hold on.

“Wait, you were out there? Like, on the streets? On extermination day? Are you stupid?”

“I didn’t really have a choice.” He argued back, ears flicked against his head. “I didn’t have anywhere to live back then so-”

“You…you lived on the street?” In Hell? That was-! I mean-! Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding!

He pointed down at a line of buildings you could just barely see. That part of town was all very old stores, secondhand electronics, and pawnshops. It was barely lit, and almost dilapidated. Last time there was a hellquake, two of the buildings collapsed in on themselves.

“Over there, next to that pawnshop with the ring on it, is a store that resells electronics. Most of the TVs are really old and not hooked up to the new system. The owner plays a lot of re-runs on them though, so people know they work. I used to live in the alleyway right next to it. The TV boxes were a lot thicker than the other boxes, you know?”

He didn’t know. He didn’t want to know.

“What did you do when they came in to slaughter everyone? Hide and hope they don’t find you?” His voice jumped up an octave.

“Yeah, basically. Or run. Also, I’m kinda of small, much smaller than they are so I could sneak into the pipes if I climbed down into the sewer. ‘Course then you gotta worry about gators, but at least when they get you, you’re not dead dead. Just the usual dead.”

“…why did you say it like that?”

“I mean, unless it’s cause of an angel, we don’t really die down here. It just…hurts, and you show up again sometime later…which also kinda hurts.”

It’s not ‘kinda hurts’. It’s excruciating. It’s akin to torture. That’s why it’s still a big freaking deal, and why people still don’t want to die down here.

“Did you-! Holy shit, do you die a lot?”

“Uh, I used to. Not so much anymore. When I first got dropped down here, there were guys who found me and made a game of hunting me down with their hellhound friends. I think they were British, but I’m not sure. They used to get me a lot. Then there were the usual crazies running around, that sort of thing. But I’ve been doing pretty good these past couple of years. I think years. Man, my idea of time is gonna get so bad without extermination day keeping me straight.”

“You’re twelve right?”

“Yup, or thirteen. I forget.”

“How long have you been down here?”

He thought for a second.

“Since the 90s, but I forget the year…Vox? You okay? Your screen’s bugging out. Everything feel okay with the circuits?”

30 years! A twelve year old in Hell for 30 years!

“Um, Vox. I-I don’t think your face should be doing that-”

Are they deranged? What the fuck!

“Are they crazy? What manic torments a fucking kid for 30 years?” It’s too bad he just replaced his face. He felt like he might need a new one in short order. “And you! You just let it happen? Put up a fucking fight!”

He just stared.

“I…I am four foot nothing. I am fuzzy, with very tiny teeth and paws. I don’t have electricity powers or evil shadows or extra arms or anything. I just fix things. I’m good with cars. That’s…that’s all I have. I don’t think someone like me was meant to thrive down here.”

“How do you still have your soul? Why do you still have your soul? You could’ve soul it! Gotten something for yourself, anything!”

“What good would that have done?”

“A job. A place to sleep. I don’t know, kid. I offered a lot.”

“Yeah but…most of Hell owes their soul to somebody. They didn’t seem any happier than me.”

God, this kid.

“You know, part of being down here is indulging in the worst parts of yourself.” He explained like he would explain to someone who was braindead. “That includes getting mean, and even selling your soul.”

“So…what? I’m already down here so it’s not worth it trying to be nice or better?”

“Exactly!”

“That’s silly.”

Holy shit, he was just as bad as Lucifer’s brat.

“Don’t tell me you actually believe in this redemption bullshit. Please don’t tell me you let all this crap happen to you because you think you had a shot at getting into that fuzzy place.”

Blood trickled down from his mouth. Vox hadn’t even realized he’d stressed the kid out enough to bite down on his lip.

“Don’t tell Charlie.” He pleaded. “Please?”

“…Don’t tell Charlie what?”

“I…I’m not sure I believe it. On one hand, I kinda hope you can, but on the other hand…then…me being here isn’t a mistake. And I don’t know what else I’m doing wrong.” He gulped some air. “I joined the hotel because…even if we can’t get into heaven that doesn’t hell has to be that bad. If Hell really was a hell, it’d so much worse than this, right?”

For once, Vox heard something he could agree with. Hell sucked. No denying that. But…he’s lived through so much worse than this. As Alastor had once said, hell was what you made of it. And Vox chose to be on top.

This kid though? He shouldn’t have any hope left. He would call him delusional except…he was a kid. He was always going to be a kid. He’s never going to understand. He can’t.

He was robbed of his life. Thrown to wolves in his afterlife. And all he thought about was learning to be nicer to people. Because that might change something.

“That,” He said finally. “is a great way to get yourself killed. Try to be kind to the literal worst of humankind.”

“I’ve survived so far.” He smiled again, through a bloody grin. “I’m a kid, but I’m not stupid. I’m not about to go hug Jeffrey Dahmer.”

“You’ve all but hugged me.”

To that, the kid just beamed.

Well, he’s not Dahmer. That’s for sure.

You know, that’s more than enough emotional damage for today.

“Okay, time for bed.” He stood up. Over by his dresser, he tossed on his comfier set of pajamas. He grabbed a big shirt of his and tossed it over. The kid leapt up pretty high, catching and tossing it on before he even hit the ground. Agile little thing.

He all but collapsed into bed. The silk sheets felt so nice and smooth. He never loved his mattress more than when he’s been away from it too long. But, the second he settled in, he caught sight of the kid curled up on the floor by the window. Vox didn’t have much in the way of rugs or carpeting. He knew the floor was cold and…well…now with the mental image of the street…

“God fucking damnit.”

Reluctantly, he got back up. He walked over, picked the kid up like you would a cat, then brought him back to the bed. He sat him at the foot of it, where Vox’s feet would be in a second, and he tossed him a spare blanket.

“You stay there. Don’t even think of crawling in next to me because that’s Val’s side of the bed and lord knows what you’ll catch from being there.”

With that, Vox called it a day. He dragged his wayward mind back to the items on the list for tomorrow: Velvette’s punishment, Valentino’s anger management, and the Val and Angel deal to name a few things. Also, track down that technician of his because he’s going to need to fry something after today.

His dreams got the better of him about halfway through the night, thinking of things that never wanted to crawl out of his head. Alastor’s mocking smile bearing down on him. Oh, stupid Vox. Don’t get attached now. Remember what I said about weakness?

His eye flicked open, only for a moment, when a wet nose touched his hand. The kid was still on top of his blanket, but he’d crawled up enough to let Vox’s fingers thread through the top of his head. He probably saw something on the screen that bothered him.

Whatever. He wasn’t awake enough to yell.

So, he went back to sleep. And when Alastor tried to tease him again, he told him to fuck off. You’re just jealous because you don’t have one. Go die alone, you crazy shadow freak.

And he did, because dreams could be really sweet sometimes.

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I’m So Gross (Won’t Stop Me, Tho)

genre: fluff + smut words: 8,548 warnings: non-despair AU, masturbation, maid dresses, a complete lack of knowledge on how OnlyFans works, oral sex, blow jobs, reader is kind of a simp, slightly possessive reader summary: You never thought of Komaeda as the type to have an OnlyFans, and yet here you are.

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The sound of your footsteps is muffled by the carpet under your shoes. Every step feels like dragging yourself out of bed with a hangover, your head pounding and your limbs heavy as lead. Classes had kicked your ass lately, along with work, and you were ready to fall over at this point.

The last thing you needed to do today was head over to Komaeda’s place and give him the notes from your marine biology course. He’d texted you that morning saying he was feeling too sick to leave the house, and with an important test coming up, going without the notes would leave him helpless. You agreed, although reluctantly, and copied your notes onto a separate sheet of paper, now clutched tightly in your hands as you knock on his door and try not to fall asleep standing up.

Komaeda, from what you could tell, was nice and considerate, but pretty timid. He never went to the professor when he was confused about a question. He was lucky you were perceptive enough to figure out when he was confused and give him a hand. After a while of helping him, he slowly opened up to you, and from there you were fast friends. He was good company, even just sitting with him in silence while you read or played on your phone was comfortable.

However, you knew that his timidness stemmed from his self-loathing. He really seemed to dislike everything about himself for some reason, pointing out perceived flaws that didn’t exist to you at all sometimes. He made himself small to avoid being a burden, and it made you feel for him. There was a point in your life where you felt like that, and you needed someone to step in when you needed help. Maybe it’s selfish, but part of you wants to be that for him. The one who teaches him it’s okay to ask for help.

So that’s why, even when you’re so tired you can hardly keep your eyes open, you’re waiting outside his apartment this late at night with a stack of notes detailing how a whale shark’s digestive system works.

The door to Komaeda’s apartment creaks open and he greets you with a smile. He’s wrapped in a blanket, holding it closed under his chin, hiding under the fabric. All that sticks out is his face and a couple tufts of white hair. He reminds you a bit of a caterpillar, all cozied up under there. You offer a tired smile. “Hey. Here’s the notes you asked for. Sorry you aren’t feeling well.” You extend the stack to him, trying to ignore how jealous you are of his blanket wrap.

His eyes light up as his hand slithers out of his cocoon. “Ah, thank you so much! I really do owe you for this.” You glance down at his hand as he takes the papers, glancing them over. You hum softly. “When did you paint your nails?”

“Huh?” He glances at his hand, nails painted red, before pulling his arm back into his burrito wrap. “Ah, one of the kids I babysit did it for me yesterday. If I take it off, she will definitely notice when I watch her again, and I’ll never be forgiven, haha.”

You raise a brow. “You babysit?”

“Yeah, I used to be part of this program for kids who had a rough home life.” You can see him shift slightly under his swaddle. “Sometimes, when a kid needs watching and they don’t have anyone else, they call me. The kids are nice enough, even though they’re pretty rowdy sometimes.”

“Makes sense.” You shrug, biting back a yawn. “Try to get better soon, alright? I’m gonna go home and crash, I’m exhausted.” He nods as he retreats back into his apartment and closes the door, and you turn to head home.

Less than an hour later, you were crawling into bed, dragging the sheets over your exhausted body and closing your eyes, ready to finally crash for the night.

Another hour later and several attempts at contorting yourself into a comfortable position, you’re ready to start screaming. It’s not like you weren’t tired, but for some reason your brain just wouldn’t shut off. You were still thinking about the anatomy of a whale shark at almost midnight and every cell in your body hated it.

Groaning in frustration, you decide to rub one out to try and get your mind off sharks. You’re tired of thinking about sea animals, it’s time to be horny. If it doesn’t work, you can always take some melatonin. You unplug your phone and start searching for something to put on - even if you don’t like the porn, maybe making fun of it will distract you long enough to get some sleep.

Opening Twitter, you log into your NSFW account and start scrolling. You haven’t followed many accounts yet, usually because you’re too embarrassed to give them the notification, but one account you follow has been retweeting some of their follower’s OnlyFans while they’re on hiatus. You click the pictures on the first one you see.

He’s thin, with pale skin, veins visible just beneath the surface. His face is cropped out in all the pictures, which makes sense. In the first, he went for a pastel, feminine vibe. Pink and white striped thigh highs, a bikini top that left only the color of his nipples to the imagination. His crotch was censored - gotta protect the goods, I guess. In the second, there’s a leash hanging from his neck, clutched in his hands as he holds it out to the camera. He’s sitting cross-legged in nothing but a pair of black and white checkered boxers.

It would be hard to deny how hot this guy is, so you click on the link to his page, noticing he’s live as it loads up. How convenient! Working your hand into your underwear, you tap the live and give it a second to load. The title is ‘Refusing to cum until I hit 100 followers’ or something like that. You didn’t really read it, more focused on nutting and then getting some sleep.

When it loads, the room is filled with soft lighting, fairy lights overhead bathing him in a gentle yellow glow. He’s wearing a maid dress, and while it’s a bit of a cliche, you can’t say he doesn’t look good in it. The black thigh highs really tie it together, you think.

He’s laying back, head still out of frame, skirt lifted and legs spread. There’s what you assume to be a vibrator in his ass, a bottle of lube nearby. His cock is at full attention, tip red and leaky. He’s gripping the bedsheets for dear life, so tightly you can see his fists shaking as his chest heaves out breathy moans and curse words. His cock twitches, and it’s then you realize he’s wearing a cock ring. It looks like silicone, if you had to guess. It’s pink, complimenting his pale skin, and firmly placed at the base of his cock.

The chat’s going crazy over it - you’re not sure who has the balls to enter chat during a porn livestream, but it’s more people than you expected. Some people seem to be feeling for him, telling him that it’s been going on for too long and he should call it a night, while others seem to be egging him on. You wonder if he actually reads chat as another message pops up.

Kisskiss69: you’re at 99, only one more and you can finish bb

The way people give him nicknames like he’s their boyfriend feels a bit weird to you, but hey, you aren’t here to kinkshame. His back arches as he lets out a long, loud, desperate-sounding whine that hits you right in your lower belly. You aren’t sure exactly when your hand started moving, but you aren’t complaining. He’s making some very pretty noises and every one of them is sending waves of warmth to your crotch, tightening that coil that lets you know you’re getting close already.

Another whine, and along with the heat you get a pang of guilt. You have no way of knowing how long he’s been at it, but you can guess it’s been a while based on what chat has been saying. Deciding to give him mercy, you tap the follow button, and a moment later a chime rings out on stream. He takes a moment to notice, or maybe just process what happened, but then his chest shakes with laughter, and your heart stops as he speaks. “Thank you, thank you so much to my 100th follower! I hope you enjoy such a talentless performance!”

That voice… there’s no way, right?

He removes one hand from the sheets, removing the cock ring and pumping his erection with his fist at lightning speed. He’s panting hard, glistening with sweat, his noises rising in pitch as his legs shake. Your own hand speeds up unconsciously, and a moment later your orgasm startles you, crashing into you like a tidal wave and making your hair stand on end. Letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you watch as cum spurts out over his legs and skirt, and you realize something.

His nails are painted red.

Before he can say or do anything else, you close the app, plug in your phone and quickly roll over, facing away from it, like it was at fault for what you just did. You definitely feel less relaxed than before. At least you used some auto-generated username, so there’s no way he’d figure out it was you. 

But that wasn’t the issue. No, you’d just jerked off to your friend. Sure, he put it online for people to see, but this felt like a serious line to cross. Even if you didn’t know it was him, how could you objectify him like that? You feel disgusting.

One long night of restless sleep later, your alarm goes off and you drag yourself out of bed. Getting dressed, grabbing some coffee and your bag, you head out the door to get the day over with.

Your morning is normal, classes, talking with friends and exchanging notes for upcoming tests. It’s so on-par with your typical daily activities, you almost forget last night. That is, until you get to marine biology at around 3 PM. 

Komaeda’s there, in his usual seat, and suddenly your heart races. You typically weren’t ashamed of masturbating, but this was different. Komaeda was your friend, and you felt like you had somehow betrayed his trust. He didn’t send you the link, he had no clue that you would see.

You plop next to him, doing your best to act casual as you pull out your notebook. He smiles his usual smile, his messy white hair pulled back out of his eyes in a loose ponytail. “Ah, thank you again for giving me those notes last night. I know you have a busy schedule on Tuesdays.”

He was doing that on a Tuesday night?

“Uh, yeah, no problem.” You mutter, flipping to a fresh page and clicking your pen. Your face is warm, and you pray he won’t notice. You clear your throat. “Feeling better today?”

“A bit, yes. Better enough to come to class, though I am a bit shaky…” He chuckles softly. “I appreciate your concern, but please, try not to worry for me. I’ll be just fine.” 

You nod. “Of course. Let me know if you need anything.” 

A moment passes and the two of you sit in silence - class hasn’t started just yet. Maybe the professor is late? He would’ve let you know if class was canceled, so you’re confident it’s not that. You hope he comes in soon. You desperately need a distraction from the guilt eating away at you. You don’t want Komaeda to feel like you’re pushing him away, but you also don’t want to tip him off about what you saw. It wasn’t your fault, right? You didn’t know it was him, so why be ashamed?

“Pardon, but are you feeling alright?” He asks, gently pressing his wrist to your forehead. “You feel a bit warm, and your face is red. I hope you didn’t catch anything…” His brow twitches, eyes narrowed as he seems to focus on your face. You swallow thickly, turning your head away. “Oh, I’m fine, don’t worry.” You answer a little too quickly. “I was really stressed yesterday, so maybe it’s catching up with me?” You laugh nervously as finally, the professor enters the room. 

Komaeda seems to reluctantly drop the subject, turning his attention to the whiteboard as class begins.

The class goes by normally, and gradually, you calm down. It’s not like you look at Komaeda any differently after seeing that side of him, but… it’s just so unexpected. To you, he’s always seemed shy and reserved, keeping most of his thoughts to himself. When he does speak his mind, it always seems to be something negative about himself. He just seems to lack the confidence needed for things like that.

… Then again, didn’t he call himself trash near the end? It was something negative about himself, saying it was… right, ‘a talentless performance.’ So maybe it does tie back to his less than spectacular self image? Maybe he enjoys the positive attention? The money certainly couldn’t be a drawback, but as far as you knew, he was fairly well-off. You’d overheard people saying he was completely loaded, so he certainly didn’t depend on making porn to support himself.

Whatever his reasons, he’s your friend, and you don't want him to feel embarrassed or ashamed around you because you’ve seen him like that. You aren’t quite sure how he would react if he found out, so despite some part of your conscience still feeling guilty about it, you ultimately decide to keep it to yourself. Especially the part where you came to the sight of him jerking off. You’ll take that one to the grave.

After class, you and Komaeda part ways, and a few hours later you’re back home, crawling into bed once again. You still feel guilty, but it’s not nearly as bad as it was last night. You fall asleep pretty early and you’re out the rest of the night.

The next morning, when you check your phone, you notice a notification from OnlyFans that Komaeda posted something new last night. You honestly forgot that you had followed him. You stare at the notification for a long moment, thumb hovering over it, ready to tap or swipe it away. Biting your lip and cursing at yourself, you tap the notification and feel your face heat up as the pictures load in.

It’s a celebration post for reaching 100 followers, and in the photo, he’s wearing the maid dress like he was the other night. Are these screenshots from before you found the stream? His face is cropped out, as always. His hands are holding his knees up to his chest, putting everything under his skirt on full display. You swallow hard, reading the text to distract yourself, only to find out he’s going live again that night. You close the app and hurry to get dressed to start your day. 

3 PM rolls around, and again, you sit next to Komaeda, much less flustered than yesterday. You shoot him a smile as you take out your things. He returns it. “Good afternoon. Feeling better?”

Confused, you pause for a moment before shooting him a look. “What?”

“Yesterday,” He rests his chin on his palm, using his elbow to support his head with his usual, nonchalant smile. “You said you were stressed and it was making you feel unwell. Has that been resolved?”

Shit. You forgot that was the excuse you gave him. “Oh- uh, I’m… a bit better, yeah.” You nod, pursing your lips. “But I should be the one asking you how you’re feeling. Shakiness gone?”

“Ah, yes, thank you.” He clicks his pen, clearing his throat. “I made sure to take it easy yesterday.”

“I’m glad.” You lower your voice to an almost-whisper as the professor enters the room, and the two of you fall silent. 

After the lecture is over, Komaeda gently touches your forearm as you stand up, signaling for you to stay a moment. He gathers his things, throwing them haphazardly into his bag, before smiling up at you. “Would you like to grab lunch with me? I mean, since you’re stressed and all.”

You chuckle softly, raising an eyebrow. “Lunch? It’s 4 PM.”

“And have you eaten lunch today?”

You open your mouth, then close it again. Damn, you’re caught. “Listen, I have a busy schedule, okay?” He just laughs as he stands up, gently tugging you by the arm towards the door. “Come on, I know a place I think you’ll like.”

The restaurant is a short walk from campus, thankfully. It’s a quiet little cafe, its name a word in French you wouldn’t be able to pronounce correctly if there was a gun to your head. Why do they have so many vowels?

You and Komaeda sit at a small table in the corner, your back against the wall while his back is to most of the restaurant. You sigh softly. “Thanks, Komaeda. I really appreciate you worrying about me. With all these tests coming up, I’ve kinda been forgetting to do some self care stuff, y’know?”

Leaning his chin on his hand, he chuckles. “Yeah, I get it. No worries - that’s what friends are for, right?” He shrugs. “Besides, I have to repay you somehow for getting me those notes.”

You wave a hand around dismissively. “Eh, it wasn’t that big of a deal, I promise. I just copied my own notes. Did most of it on the bus. Sorry if the handwriting is sloppy.”

“No, no, it’s lovely. Thank you.” He smiles a different smile than usual - this one reaches his eyes, makes them twinkle a bit in a way you haven’t seen before. His nose scrunches up like a bunny’s would, and you swear you see the faintest hint of a blush on his cheekbones. For a moment, you’re captivated by that smile. It feels much warmer, more genuine than the polite ones he gave you during class.

You’re taken from your thoughts when a waitress approaches you, little notepad in hand to take your order. You get a sandwich and some fries, and watch as Komaeda’s smile fades back into his usual one while he orders the same thing you got. Your heart hurts a little. You like that smile. You want it back.

“So,” He starts as the waitress walks off. “Anything interesting going on with you?”

You think for a moment, puffing out on cheek and drumming your fingers on the table. “Well, I’ve been pretty swamped with school lately, upcoming tests and all. I haven’t really had time to do much else. What about you?”

“Ah, I’m not too worried about the tests.” He shrugs, folding his hands on the table. “I’m actually a pretty good test-taker, and when I don’t know a question, my guesses tend to be right. I suppose not everyone is as lucky as I am, though.”

“Yeah, I kinda suck at taking tests. I hate them with a burning passion.” You laugh softly to yourself. “I always clam up and forget everything on the spot. Once, in high school, I took a blanket with me to the standardized testing room and just slept through them all. I didn’t even wanna try anymore.”

“Really?” His brow furrows. “Forgive me, but that seems a little… excessive. Why not just stay home at that point?”

“Eh, my parents never would’ve let me.” You dismissively wave your hand again. “They were always pushing me to be the greatest in everything. Didn’t matter what. I think they were trying to encourage me, but… they kinda sucked at it. I started and stopped a lot of hobbies growing up because they sucked all the fun out of them. I still have my old choir medals from elementary school.”

“You sang?” He chuckles. “Sorry, you just… don’t seem like the type. Not confident enough for it, I guess.”

Look who’s talking.

“Yeah, I did. Even made it to a state competition once, but…” You sigh softly, grimacing at the memory. “I cracked under the pressure. Forgot a line. I powered through, but didn’t make it to nationals. My whole family had come out to watch me perform, and I choked on the last song. I was so ashamed and anxious I was sick to my stomach the whole car ride home.”

“I’m… sorry to hear that.” He frowns as the waitress approaches with your food. You make sure to smile and thank her, looking back to Komaeda as she walks away. “It was a long time ago. I’m over it now.” You bite into a french fry as you blink the memory away.

“Haven’t I heard you mention siblings before?” He asks, sipping his drink. “Did they treat them the same way?”

“Oh, my siblings are all much older than me.” You shake your head. “By the time I came along, the two older ones were already moving out. One’s an alcoholic, one’s a drug addict, and the last… they just didn’t get a fair shot.” You pop another fry into your mouth, staring out the window thoughtfully. “So our parents tried really hard with me. Did everything they could to make this one come out right. To make their last kid actually amount to something.”

“And that reflected in the amount of pressure they put on you for even the tiniest things…” He nods slowly as it seems to click in his head. You nod back, short and curt. “Yeah. I loved singing, but they pushed me to pursue it as a career so I stopped. I loved art, but they signed me up for painting classes when I wanted to draw anime girls in cute, frilly skirts. It was about their idea of what I should be, not what I actually wanted for myself.”

“I see… I think I understand.” His frown only deepens, his bottom lip sticking out slightly like he’s pouting. It’s cute. You pointedly look away. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to drag the mood down. You brought me here to liven me up, didn’t you?” You pull your lips back into a smile, shifting slightly in your seat as a pang of guilt shoots through you. Komaeda shakes his head. “No, it’s alright. I appreciate you opening up to me. I just wish I knew how to help.” He chuckles softly. “I wish I could give you some new hobby they haven’t already spoiled for you.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ve been away from them for a while now. I’ve found things I enjoy.” You sip your drink as his face seems to relax a bit. “Really? Do you mind if I ask what?”

“Well, I enjoy writing.” You lower your class, cupping your hands around it and staring into the liquid. “I’ve been writing short stories since I was 11. I had the good sense to hide it from them, so they never got the chance to completely ruin it for me.”

“Can I ask what you wrote?” His head tilts, loose strands of hair falling into his face. You nod. “Depends on the time period. When I was young, mostly fanfiction and stuff for stories I liked. Then in high school, I got really into writing short horror stories and posting them online. Along with some fanfiction on the side. And now, it just depends on the mood, what I’m feeling that particular day.” You shrug. “I’m glad I kept it from them. They’ve never read any of my stuff, and they never will. This is mine. I plan to keep it that way.”

He nods, a soft smile gracing his face. “I understand. I’m glad you have something. Shows how strong you are, to still find joy in creativity after it’s been taken advantage of.”

“It’s not that big a deal.” You shake your head. “Tons of kids had it worse than I did. I’m sure my siblings would say I had it easy compared to them.” You pop another fry into your mouth. His frown returns. “Don’t say that. Just because others had it worse doesn’t mean you didn’t struggle at all. You should acknowledge your achievements.”

You laugh softly. “Says you, the king of casual self-deprecation.” He tilts his head to the side, brow knitting together in what you realize is genuine confusion. “Huh?” You sigh softly.

“Look, I’m no psych major, but you’d have to be deaf or stupid to not hear all the nasty things you say about yourself. You’re always saying that you’re worthless, trash, talentless...” You shrug. “I dunno. You don’t have to tell me anything, obviously, but maybe consider taking your own advice. People don’t typically develop such a bad self-image out of nowhere. If I should acknowledge my achievements, then you should recognize that you’re actually worth something, y’know?”

You realize you’ve been staring at the table this whole time and finally raise your eyes to his face. His eyes are wide, lips parted, staring at you in silence. You can’t read his expression. A pit forms in your stomach, and you’re about to frantically retract your statement when he smiles again, and his nose crinkles. Before you realize it, you’re smiling, too.

“Thank you,” He says. “I’m not worthy of such kind words.”

He’s exhausting.

After lunch, you finish your day and end up at home, flopping into bed as usual. The blankets are warm, your pillow is soft, and you’re ready for dreamtime.

Then your phone buzzes, and you pick it up lightning quick. 

It’s a notification from Komaeda’s OnlyFans. He’s live again. You’d almost forgotten about the post he made this morning saying he was going to do that. You tap the notification before you can talk yourself out of it and immediately feel your face heating up. Why did you click it? Did you want to see him naked or something? This is wrong, if he wanted you to see him naked he would’ve-

The stream loads. He’s wearing a black crop top and gray sweatpants, a tiny strip of his midsection all that’s exposed for now. Keeping it simple tonight? The soft glow of the fairy lights makes him look nearly angelic as he lays back, keeping his face out of frame. 

He lays there a moment, breathing deeply and fidgeting with the waistband of his sweats, probably waiting for more people to join before he starts whatever he has planned. Slowly, the chat starts going.

Kisskiss69: another live? you’re spoiling us recently babe

Mythicluvr: You’re so cute, I’d love to marry you

Sinkfukr420: princess is back for more~ ;)

For some reason, they’re really pissing you off by talking to him like that. They don’t know him, why call him pet names and shit? You clench your jaw. They have no right, they’re strangers just looking to get their rocks off to anything they can get their hands on. It was a little annoying when you thought he was a stranger, but now it’s a lot more than that. You take a deep breath to avoid causing a scene in chat. You don’t wanna be that guy.

Seeming to decide enough people have joined, Komaeda starts palming himself through his pants, letting out a sigh as he spreads his legs a bit. He’s not being very loud yet, but he’s only just gotten started. Still, the small gasps and hums you can make out send fire to your crotch. People say the ones who make this kind of content must be sluts or something, but with how ridiculously horny you already are, you get the feeling they’re projecting.

You lay on your back, tugging your bottoms off and tossing them to the floor. You can grab them in the morning when you get up. For now, you focus your attention on Komaeda as he pulls his pants down his legs, his cock springing up against his belly. It’s not as red as it was last night, but you don’t know how long he was at it. He wraps his fist around the base and drags it up, the foreskin stretching and covering the head before he drags it back down. A soft moan escapes him and he squirms a bit, dragging his shirt up with his other hand, giving you a view of his bare stomach and chest.

Mythicluvr: You make such cute noises. Can we get dinner some time?”

Kisskiss69: god even when you’re not all dolled up you’re so hot

Irritated, you tap the ‘hide chat’ button. They shouldn’t talk to him like that. They don’t even know him. They don’t know that he’s kind and shy, and a good listener and ridiculously smart. They have no clue who he is. They’ve never seen his face. They’ve never seen his smile.

Your hand speeds up, and as if he somehow read your mind, so does Komaeda’s. He’s getting progressively louder, the hand that isn’t pumping his cock circling his nipple and then pinching it hard. His voice catches in his throat as he cries out, slick sounds coming through your phone’s speaker along with his voice. The spring in your lower belly bends again, muscles tensing, and you drop your phone to grip the sheets, squeezing your eyes shut and focusing on him. Imagining planting kisses on his cheeks, his neck, his hips. Just as you’re about to snap, you hear it.

It’s a quick, breathy, muttered sound, but you recognize it instantly. It would be easy for anyone else to completely ignore it as blissed-out babbling. But not you.

That was your name.

You cum hard, gasping as white hot waves of pleasure roll through you, every hair on your body standing on end. As you start to come down, relaxing into your pillow, he reaches a high note you haven’t heard from him before. Picking up your phone again, you see cum splattered across his stomach, his chest heaving. He lets out a content little sigh as he reaches off camera and grabs a tissue to clean the cum off his body.

You want to lick it off.

You close the app and plug your phone in, staring at the ceiling as the guilt sets in. Last time, you had no idea it was him, but now you had no excuse. 

In the morning, you go through the usual motions a bit slower than normal. How could you? Komaeda was your friend. He would be disgusted with you if he knew what you had done. He would probably never talk to you again. 

Exhausted, you pick up an energy drink on your way to marine biology. The vending machine rattles and two cans fall out. Huh. Must be your lucky day.

Placing the extra can in your bag, you walk into the classroom later than usual. Komaeda is already there, and he smiles when he sees you. Your stomach churns with guilt - and much to your disgust, a warm pool of arousal settles there as well. Your face is warm as you sit down next to him, taking out your notebooks and getting ready for class.

“Good afternoon,” He greets as you click your pen. “Feeling alright? You look flushed.”

“Hm? Oh, uh, it’s nothing.” You shake your head. “I feel fine, really.” You sip at the energy drink, and he raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Because normally, you’re more of a coffee person.”

You look down at the can. It’s true that you prefer coffee over this. You didn’t think he noticed that. “I just… didn’t sleep well last night. Decided to grab one to get through the day.” You shrug, reaching into your bag and pulling out the extra one, setting it down in front of him. “You like these, right? Here, the machine gave me an extra one. You can have it.”

“Ah, that’s very kind of you, but you don’t-” He starts, but you shush him as the professor walks into the room. You’re pleased when he cracks it open a few minutes into the lesson, taking a small drink.

After class, he watches as you pack your things. “Would you like to come over to my place tonight?” He asks, his voice nonchalant and syrupy sweet. Shrugging softly, yo zip your bag up. “Sure. What time?”

“Any time after 6, I’ll be home then.” He replies as he stands, gathering his things. “Just drop by when you have the time.”

Giving him a short nod, you part ways, heading to your next class. Your face burns as you realize you just agreed to hang out alone with Komaeda after what you did last night. How could you be so selfish? If he knew what you had done, he would never want to look at you again. You’re taking advantage of the fact he doesn’t know for your own personal gain, and it disgusts you even further.

You’d have to come clean. To ease your own mind, to give yourself a chance to apologize. Even if he hated you afterwards, it was better than living with this guilt.

You end up at his door around 7:30 PM. You stand outside, staring, trying to convince yourself to knock. You had to. He deserved to know. Holding your breath, you knocked twice. Was that enough? Did he hear it? Did you knock hard enough?

The door opens and Komaeda’s standing there in his pajamas - the same ones he was wearing yesterday during the live,or at least a similar pair. He smiles. “Ah, you’re here. Come in, come in.” He steps back, allowing you room to step inside.

His apartment is small, but cozy. It’s very clean, you notice, like everything’s been dusted recently. He gestures to the couch. “Please, sit down. I’ll go get you something to drink.”

You sit as he wanders off into the kitchen, the distant clinking of dishes the only sound. This room smells like him. It makes sense, considering he lives here. Oh god, you’re being creepy now, thinking about how he smells and shit. You have to put a stop to this. 

He comes back, two mugs in tow. “It’s chamomile tea.” He says as he hands one to you, sitting down at the other end of the couch with his leg folded underneath him. You blow on the liquid gently before taking a small sip. It’s good. You smile at him. “Thank you. But… I wanted to talk to you about something, actually.” You hold the mug tightly in your hands as he raises an eyebrow. “Really? By all means, go ahead.”

“I… um…” You shift slightly in your seat. “I’m… not sure how to say this, but… I found your OnlyFans the other day, and I did some… things I don’t think you would be happy about.” Your face is burning, but you swallow the lump in your throat and press forward, staring into your mug like it’s the one solid thing in the room. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything, and I understand if you don’t want to speak to me anymore.”

A moment passes, and the silence weighs on you, getting heavier by the second. You’re ready for him to raise his voice, call you scum, kick you out of his apartment and never speak to you again.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he tilts his head, chuckling softly. “Why on Earth would I not want to see you anymore?”

“Because… because I looked at you… doing those things, without permission.” You swallow hard, refusing to make eye contact. You might explode if you look at him. “Y-you… you must think I’m some kind of pervert, trash you should throw away on the sidewalk. You shouldn’t even waste your time with me, seriously, hell I should probably just go before you-”

He cuts you off by gently placing a hand on your leg, snapping you out of your flustered rambling. He’s closer. When did he scoot closer? Slowly raising your eyes to his face, you find that smile from the restaurant, the one where his nose crinkles, and you melt. He’s laughing. Laughing at you.

“Is that what’s been going through your head this whole time?” He asks, still chuckling. “Angel, I posted those things online because I wanted people to see them. Just my luck that someone I know would happen across them. But, as long as we’re being honest… I already knew you had happened across them.”

Your brain short circuits. “You… huh? How?”

“Well, at first, it was just a hunch…” He swirls his mug around nonchalantly, the steam spiraling up into his face. “... but then, at lunch, you slipped up. Repeated a word I only used while performing. Honestly, I was more surprised that you were continuing to interact with me, after seeing that.”

“Why would I stop talking to you over this?” The mug of warm tea shakes in your hands. “I just didn’t want to make things awkward between us. I was worried that if you knew, you would hate me for looking at you that way.”

“In… what way?” He asks, raising his mug to his lips and taking a long, slow sip, never breaking eye contact. You swallow hard, looking away. “U-um… well, you know.”

“I don’t think I do.” What you might call a smirk plays at his lips, never fully forming but ever present. “Please, enlighten me. How exactly did you look at me?”

You lift your eyes to his face nervously, feeling warmth bloom on your cheeks. Unsure of what to say, you let your mouth drop open, but no sound comes out. You can feel his eyes on you, observing your every move, every tiny muscle movement in your body as you tap your fingers along the mug, thinking, trying to come up with a response. All that comes to mind is the image of him in the maid dress, vibrator in his ass while he jerked himself off, hands and legs twitching as he got closer and closer to cumming. You swallow thickly.

Setting his mug down, he scoots closer, rising to one knee to hover over you. Instinctively, you lean backwards, and before you know it you’re on your back and he’s stuck out a hand to support himself. His mess of white hair falls into his face and he looks down at you almost smugly, shifting his weight a bit. You can hear every breath escape him, and now that he’s closer you can see the slight pink tint on his cheeks. His eyes flick over your face, taking in your expression. “Forgive me for being so forward, but were you thinking something like this?”

Mouth hanging open, you nod without realizing, staring up at him with wide eyes, still clutching the mug of tea over your chest, though now it’s at an odd angle to avoid spilling it all over yourself and his couch. He gingerly takes it from you, setting it down on the coffee table. You’re grateful, because your wrists were starting to hurt from the awkward position, but now your hands are empty and you aren’t sure what to do with them. You know what you want to do with them, the thought making you blush harder.

His head tilts slightly to one side, his hair bouncing around his shoulders with no regard for the laws of physics. “What’s wrong? Is this… not okay?” He starts moving like he’s about to sit up, and you panic. “N-no! No,” You sputter frantically, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his waist. “I-I just… wasn’t sure how to react. I never thought that I… that we would… y’know.”

“Ah. I see.” He swallows hard, and you notice he’s breathing just a tiny bit harder. You realize your hands are still on his waist. Hesitantly, you move them downwards to grab his hips instead, and he gasps softly, lips parting, eyebrows raising. You hear his breath hitch in his throat, something like anticipation swelling in your chest. You don’t know what to do. You aren’t used to taking the lead, but it looks like he isn’t, either.

Squeezing his hips in your hands, you tug him closer, until he’s flush against you. A soft sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan rises from his throat as he lowers his top half, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He grinds against you and you sigh into his hair, shifting your hips and legs so you can slot together easier. His hips press against yours and you can feel his erection starting to form, prodding you through the fabric of his pajama pants. Komaeda groans into your ear, a shudder rolling through you.

“I… I wanna…” You mumble into his cloud of hair, making his hips stutter and pause in their movements. He turns his head, panting into your neck as he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes. His hot breath against your skin makes all the hairs on your arm stand on end. Biting your lip and taking a deep breath, you avoid eye contact. “I wanna… use my mouth.”

“Oh? To do what?” He chuckles softly, and you huff. “Come on! You know what I mean.” 

“Alright, alright.” He relents, pulling himself off of you and sitting back on the coach. “Though I have to say, this is surprisingly forward, coming from you.”

Sliding off the couch and settling on your knees, ensuring your hair won’t get in the way, you keep your eyes on the carpet. “I’m not sure what you mean.” Shuffling forward and settling between his knees, his legs spread. His erection is causing a bulge to form in his pajama pants, leaving little to the imagination.

“You’re in my house, on your knees, about to suck me off.” Komaeda states so matter-of-factly that you choke on your own spit, voice raising an octave. “K-Komaeda!”

“I think we’re on a first name basis, at this point.” He shifts slightly, glancing away for a moment. “Unless… you don’t want that, of course.”

Eyes blowing wide, you shake your head. “N-no! No, I would love that, actually. Nagito…” It feels strange, using his first name after calling him by his last name for so long, but you could get used to it. Speaking of things that feel strange in your mouth, you hook your fingers in the waistband of his pajama pants, giving them a slight tug. “Lift, Nagito.”

He swallows, “Right.” and lifts his hips so you can tug the fabric down to his ankles, staring at the slit in his boxers. You can catch a glimpse of skin through it, along with a few stray curly white pubic hairs. It’s not like you haven’t seen it, but it’s different now. Now, you’re going to touch him, and he’s going to touch you, and you’ll finally get to taste him… The thought sends waves of heat to your groin as you tug his boxers down, his cock springing out. He lets out a puff of air, watching you closely.

Hesitantly, you wrap your hand around the base and stroke upwards, a soft whimper leaving him. You lean forward, the tip brushing against your lips, the musky smell of sweat and hormones making your mouth water. You stick out your tongue and drag it along the tip, circling the head before taking it into your mouth, letting one hand rest at the base while the other holds onto his hip. He moans softly, one hand coming up to push his fingers through your hair. The other shakily comes up to cover his mouth as he stares down at you, watching as you start to bob your head. “H-haah… you’re so… i-it feels- ah-” He twitches in your mouth and you squeeze his hip in response, dragging a whimper out of him, muffled by his hand. 

You start going lower, taking more of him into your mouth, curious how far you can go before you gag. The skin is smooth and salty, a strange taste that you don’t necessarily mind. His legs twitch at your sides as you slowly take more and more of him in, testing your own limits. His pants and gasps interlaced with his moaning make your sex throb - these noises are entirely different from the ones he made on stream. More breathy, softer, more real. You remove your hand from the base of his cock and swiftly unbutton your pants, making enough room for you to slide your hand into your underwear and start rubbing yourself. You moan against him and his back arches, legs shaking.

The higher pitch to his noises and the tightening grip on your hair clues you in that he might be close, so you pull back a bit, slowing your movements and watching him start to relax again. Swallowing thickly, he lowers his hand, gripping the fabric of his shirt in a tight fist. “Y-you’re very good at this, you know…” He mumbles, eyelids fluttering as he struggles to not let his eyes roll back. “I-I- have you done this before?”

You hum a soft ‘nuh-uh’ sound into him, and he shudders. “R-really? I-it definitely doesn’t feel- ah!” You cut him off by pushing your head down as far as you can take it, the tip brushing the back of your throat as you suppress a gag. His back arches and he pulls your hair, tilting your head slightly to the side - weirdly enough, being at an angle makes it slightly easier to take this much of him in. He cries out, hips bucking, tossing his head back. “F-fuck! Shit, don’t- don’t stop, please!”

You obey, rubbing yourself faster as you work your tongue around him and he squirms under you, hips bucking, each tug of your hair sending every hair on your body standing on end. You moan against him and he whimpers, legs tensing as he calls your name. “I-I never thought…” He starts breathlessly, cut off by a broken moan before continuing. “Never thought you’d be doing this… and enjoying it… oh, oh fuck, I’m gonna…” His hand tightens in your hair and you whine, speeding up. He yanks you downwards hard, until your nose is buried in his curly white pubic hairs. A muffled noise escapes and that spring in your lower belly tightens, threatening to snap at any moment.

He squirms, his thighs closing on either side of your head and squeezing as he cums down your throat, his back arching as a high-pitched cry leaves him. The pressure on your ears and the burst of hot liquid in your mouth is what sends you over the edge and you groan against him, hand and jaw both cramping, but you can overlook the pain and focus on his blissed-out face, the whimpers leaving him as he watches you struggle to swallow around him. When you think he’s done, you pull off him, drool and cum dribbling down your chin as you cough and splutter, trying to catch your breath. He pants, staring at you for a moment, mesmerized. 

“Oh! Uhm.” He blinks himself out of his post-nut haze, grabbing a box of tissues and tugging a few out. “Here, let me-” He reaches out, wiping off your chin as you work to swallow what remains in your mouth. Once he deems you clean enough, he pulls away, and you let your mouth drop open to breathe heavily, staring up at him. He swallows, blush darkening slightly as he wipes up a bit of what got on him.

You tug your hand out of your pants, cringing at the cold wetness coating your fingers. “Uh, could you hand me one of those?” You ask, still slightly out of breath. He hands the box over so you can wipe off your hand, before tugging the waist of your pants and underwear away, looking down and cringing again. “Ah. It would appear that I have… made a bit of a mess.” You laugh awkwardly, and he chuckles in response. “Would you like to borrow something to wear for the night?”

“Yeah, if that’s alright.”

“Of course it is.” He stands, and you notice his legs are wobbling a bit. A flicker of pride shoots through your chest as he tugs his pants and boxers back up. “My room’s just over here.”

You follow him into his bedroom, which is just as clean and cozy as the living room was. There’s a succulent on his nightstand. He digs through his drawers until he finds a t-shirt and some boxers that seem like they’ll fit you, turning around and handing them over. He smiles softly as you take them from him. “You can sleep in here, if you’d like. I’m happy to take the couch.”

You blink in surprise. “What? Dude, I’m not kicking you to the couch in your own apartment. That’d be like, super douchey.”

He rubs the back of his neck, averting his gaze. “Ah, I just thought since the couch is less comfortable…”

“Why don’t we just sleep together? Unless… you don’t want to?” You try not to let the disappointment seep into your voice, but you do a piss poor job at it. His eyes blow wide open and he stiffens, sputtering for a moment. “N-no! No, that would be…” He struggles to find the words, clearly flustered. “Th-that would be lovely. I just thought you wouldn’t want to be that close to me.”

“I had your dick and cum in my mouth not five minutes ago.” You deadpan. He swallows hard. “Ah. Fair, I suppose.”

You go into his bathroom and change, tossing your clothes into his laundry basket. When you return to his bedroom, he’s already lying down, so you crawl in next to him, letting him pull the blanket over the both of you. You lay on your side, facing him, staring at his smiling face. His nose crinkles and he laughs softly. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“Ko- Nagito… does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?” You ask, glancing away in slight embarrassment. He hums softly in thought. “Well, do you want me to be your boyfriend?”

“Do you wanna be my boyfriend?” You ask, tugging the blanket tighter around your body. You mentally prepare yourself for rejection, for him to tell you that this was just a one-time thing and he didn’t want to keep seeing you. But that doesn’t happen. Instead, he wraps his arms around you, tugging you closer. “Hm. I think so, yes.” He mutters softly, nuzzling the top of your head.

You smile, leaning into him. “Cool.”

He reaches over you and turns off his bedside lamp, plunging both of you into darkness. You snuggle up to him, letting your eyes drift shut. For the first time in a while, your mind isn’t on how busy your schedule will be tomorrow.

#Nagito Komaeda #komaeda nagito #nagito komaeda x reader #sdr2 #smut #fluff #writing tag

[morathicain]

Very impressed both with the number of WIPs you have and the mysterious way you title them. How do you remember what is what haha.

If no one asked already, what happens in "It could be worse"? Or and just to know, "Hyckey licious" :p

Hey, hi! Thank you, I've collected them for quite a while, some are YEARS old! And well, regarding remembering them ... good question! Sometimes I can't remember them at all XD Like, I've written so much and some titles I remember and some I totally don't. Which means I maybe need to find a new system to keep wips and finished work separated lol

Well, so those two! "It could be worse" is a multichapter fic for 3wbf and I have the first two chapters uploaded already. I had it all planned out so well and then I got stuck and probably have to change my plans to continue (after over a year *cough*). It's an AU in which Shin is actually following his father's path more and works for the company instead of pursuing an artist career. Secretly he is working and conspiring against his dad tho. During a charity event he gets kidnapped by Miw and Neo who actually don't work together but for different groups but had the same plan at the same time. On the way, the three of them learn more about each other, bond and plans get ruined for different reasons. Oh, and of course they will fall in love :D So, some adventure-kidnapping-shenanigans with slightly ooc-characters, which I usually love to write for them. Just need to get back to it again!

The excerpt is from the new chapter that's not been uploaded and still might change:

What he did know though, was, that this might be his chance to get Neo on his side, before it was too late. And he’d have to do it fast, otherwise Miw would do the same. And Shin still had no idea what her goal was. What her reasons were and her resources. But the fact, that she also seemed to be shocked by Neo’s announcement, had to mean something, didn’t it? Or the fact, that she’d been checking her phone a few times already since they’d taken off, even though she’d tried to be subtle. Maybe he should ask now or lead to the topic carefully or quietly or ... the boat rocked, thrown by an especially powerful wave and suddenly there were two hands gripping his thighs, reflexively, bringing Shin’s brain to a full stop. He looked down. Just in time to see Miw’s hand being pulled back as if she’d burned herself. As if this was more than she’d wanted to admit. But Neo? Neo’s hand stayed and his grip tightened. And Shin? Shin realised why his father had never trusted him enough to make big decisions. Not when he said shit like ... “I betrayed my father.”

And "Hickey-licious" is an Utsukushii Kare ff I thought of after watching the movie! It will be mostly smut with Hira finding all the spots to leave hickeys on on Kiyoi :P There's a lot of notes but nothing written yet, although I have it all planned out in my mind. Nothing too long, just Hira taking and marking and Kiyoi giving and enjoying it all!

Thank you again for asking! <3

More wip titles you can ask about

#ask #wip #writing #utsukushii kare #3 will be free #inrainbowz

[fanficwriter284]

hey fan its your favorite annoying prick!

anyway i was wondering what illnesses everyone has. im super bad at making lore/ giving characters traits and was looking for inspo. i feel like if i give people something to relate to it would help make my content better especially if thy wisdom comes from you!

Haha hi again and oh that’s certainly and interesting ask!

Chucky-

Let’s start off with the man himself.

Chucky is far from perfect, especially from what he’s been through and dealt with in his life…

Chucky has extreme panic and anxiety attacks. Which leave him extremely vulnerable and exhausted since he often goes through various episodes when he has them. He often needs someone there to calm him down in order to ease the attack.

He has PTSD. If someone even resembles his father or does a motion similar to his dad to will make him freeze. He can’t move and he can’t speaks. He’s just there existing watching time pass. He needs someone to help pull him out of his hazed state.

He has chronic aggression and psychosis. From the events of his father and years of neglect from his biological mother he never was fully there as a child and this came into full effect when his brother died. (Thankfully this lessened when he lived with his mom and later on his Foster Father but once his mom died he ran away and these came back and hit him like a truck) When he’s having a panic attack or his sanity is flattering he hears and sees things…Mainly his father and dead brother in his head and it drives him mad.

And he’s a Sociopath…But you probably already knew that so he’s horrible at understanding emotions.

Tiffany- Self Worth Issues.

Due to the vast amount of belittlement she ensued as a child, this was bound to happen. Despite her mother being long gone she can help but pick out her flaws and fixate in them. Similar to what her mother did to her, leading to Tiffany becoming very insecure about her self and image. Luckily she has her husband…he doesn’t understand it and is horrible with emotions but he tries.

Glen and Glenda- They both just have anxiety. Nothing much. And nightmares. But that’s pretty much it.

Slappy- He wouldn’t really call it an illness and actually embraces it. He has ADHD. So he can be a handful at times and be a bit too hyperactive. Which can be a struggle for other people especially for his best friend Chuck. Since Chucks very sensitive around loud and chaotic stuff that’s besides the sound of slaughter. So Slap does his best and tries not to overwhelm Chucky. Though it can be quite a struggle for him.

Sometime he forgets to do things because he jumps around from task to task and often forgets to eat or drink. THANKFULLY his wife always makes sure he has something in his system so he doesn’t pass out.

Slappy also has extreme abandonment issues since he was dumped down a sewer drain and left to be forgotten by his father. So that left him very jumpy and on his toes, giving him extreme trust issues. He often tries to cover up his many insecurities with jokes and laughter to divert his and other peoples attention away from the matters, despite how uncomfortable or anxious he is. It’s not healthy at all, thankfully he has Anne and Chuck.

Annabelle- Social Anxiety. She doesn’t like dealing with people or being in heavily crowded areas. They over whelm her and make her feeling claustrophobic. However being with her husband always makes it easier.

Jig- Just has Sensory Processing Disorder and OCD. And he feels no physical pain and has issues understanding others and their emotions and the reasoning behind such.

Jig is overall focused on the way he presents himself if he keeps the outside clean and proper he will be okay. However if his suit gets dirty he will hyper-fixate on the stain and white until it’s gone sometimes he’ll go past the suit and onto his own skin and will keep going till he bleeds. He need someone to snap him out of it or me could go it bone.

He feels that he is someone on the outside looking in analyzing every obstacle and object in his perimeter he is very calculated and doesn’t factor human emotions into the equation. He feels no connection and just distant. The only people he care about to some degree is his family and even that connection took YEARS to develop.

His home is always clean and neat and if anything is it’s of line he will loose his mind.

Billy- Really doesn’t have an illness but…He’s horrified of himself and the wrathful nature he suppresses. He often downplays his other emotions expect the ones related happiness. He’s always smiling even when he’s not happy. This is due to the environment in which he was living in prior to meeting his family. His mother didn’t like it when he frowned so she forced a smile on his face until he could to it on his own. He was raised to be a killing machine that smiles his way through the job…nothing more.

This can often lead to anxiety attacks but don’t appear that way about he’s hides away, and smiles through the pain. And he loves marking others smile how can he do that if he isn’t smiling…..

(I hope this is good enough! 😁)

#The Fam

[mystic-hysteria]

Get to Know You: Sims Style

Thank you @bunnybananasims for the tag! I really do love doing these types of posts hehe.

What’s your favorite Sims death?

Hmm, I like the burn-up in the sun death for vampires. Although it never has happened once in my game, I do like how dramatic it is.

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Maxis Match for sure.

Do you cheat your Sims' weight?

Nope. If they roll the want to work out, or automatically do so, I guess they can become fit. Other than that, I couldn't care less.

Do you move objects?

All the time. I dunno why, but I create the buggiest lots sometimes, so uh, some intervention is needed.

Favorite Mod?

This one's a tough one! If I had to choose one mod I can't live without it has to be ACR. Without it the game's so dull I think.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

Haha! It was Supernatural for TS3.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

Neither? I pronounce it LIVE mode.

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

My in-game born Ray Cooke.

That's the only HQ photo I have of him but it's so outdated I'm sorry! He's the son of Rainelle Neengia andJulien Cooke's son, and Stella Terrano. He's so cute if I do say so myself.

Have you made a Simself?

Never. Weird I know.

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Brunette? Yeah, Brunette.

Favorite EA hair?

Ripp's hair. It's just nice!

Favorite life stage?

Teen / Adult

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

Gameplay... Building is a means to an end for me.

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

It depends on what CC I was using at the time. When I first started playing TS2, I only cared for hairs and clothes. I also had mismatched hair systems.

As you can see, poppet with simgaroop with god knows what else. My defaults also didn't match!

I call this stage of my simming career trying to find my style. I tried different hair systems and different CC styles. I have a dedicated PV-ST hood with only true maxis match CC.

This is when I about settled for Dreadpirate's Pitstop skins and Simgaroop hairs. I also started using face details (?) like wrinkles, shadows, and shapers. It really was a game-changer.

Some of my most recent pics. Although I changed hair systems again, this time to Trotylka's Remi hair system, it pretty much is the same. Feels nice to settle on one thing and stick to it.

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

Oooh I have lots, but the top of my head I can list @moocha-muses @deedee-sims @pforestsims @lucilla-sims @mdpthatsme and so so many more. My game thanks every single CC creator out there.

How long have you had Simblr?

I have no idea. I used to be active on @hystericallytragicsimmer before, so I don't know if that counts as well. I'd say 2018-2019ish/

How do you edit your pictures?

Photoshop :)

What expansion / game pack is your favorite?

I'll say one for each game:

Ts2: Seasons / Ikea Stuff

TS3: Supernatural / uh i don't know

TS4: City Living / Vampires

As for tags, tag yourselves lads :)

[summerainss]

confessions of a drunk girl

A/N: I am backkk!! I finally had some inspiration. This is just fluff once again. I don't think I can do anything else haha :)

Summary: finally opens up to Calum but she needs some alcohol in her system first.

Warnings: alcohol use

We were just having a wrap party. I was of course nervous. I thought about making a move however I wasn’t sure about it just yet. I don’t really like taking risks, but I thought this one I could take. We finished the project; we could bump into each other, but we wouldn’t be able to interact. I could do this, I wasn’t certain about it, sure but it wasn’t that big of a deal. Only thing I had to do was to just to take a few shots. I would have an excuse. If things went down bad, I could just tell him I was drunk. My shameless drunk flirting could also be good of a use well.

So here I was giving myself a really small pep talk to go up to him. I had the courage to go up to him, I just cared about him and didn’t want to mess this up. I wasn’t afraid of rejection. I just didn’t want to mess this up. I could take him rejecting me. I just really, really fancied him.

Shit, I fancied him, and I had to be drunk to be able to admit it to myself. How the fuck was I going to explain it to him? I hated myself right at that moment. The thing is my solution to hating myself while being drunk is to just drink some more. It turned out strange, my solution I mean. I wouldn’t call the outcome exactly terrible although there was some regrets and embarrassing moments, I am overall glad I got drunk that night.

           I took those extra shots, and everything started to slow down a bit, the music wasn’t as clear anymore. Instead it was just loud. I couldn’t make out the lyrics. I saw him, he was talking to a mutual friend of ours, Luke. I may have mentioned the possibility of me finding Calum attractive, he tried to play the matchmaker ever since that moment. He was terrible at it. He couldn’t be discreet; it was just painful to watch him find excuses to leave Calum and I alone. His excuse when I came up to them was just ridiculous: he had to “flower his plant”. We were at least in his house, but it was just absurd and wasn’t believable at all. At least he was an adorable dumbass so I could forgive his nonsense behavior. I have to be honest though, if he hadn’t left us alone that night we wouldn’t be here today so I guess I am grateful to him at some point.

“He is ridiculous sometimes,” is the first thing Calum said to me shaking his head as he  tried to hide his smile.

“We accepted him that way. I don’t think he is capable of changing anymore.” I stated as I was staring at the lanky dork’s back until he disappeared into the crowd in the kitchen and couldn’t be seen anymore.

“ I guess so… But I have to say I never approved thi- Hey, you alright?” he asked as his expression suddenly changed into a worried one.

“Yeah… yea… Just a bit dizzy. Are you dizzy or am I dizzy alone? I wanna sit down.” I whined. My last sentence accidentally came off like a child begging to have ice cream before dinner. Suddenly I felt his hand on my back as a support. If I wasn’t dizzy before I would definitely start to be dizzy, then. I became soft from his touch alone. I wanted to give my body up and just let him hold me. I wanted to feel his embrace so badly…

“Come on,” he said as he brushed a single strand of hair behind my ear, “let’s have some fresh air.” He lead me to the backyard.

There were people here having a cigarette, chatting, or getting some fresh air just like us. I secretly wished we were alone but when we sat down on the couch beside the pool we were basically alone. He let go of my back and cold suddenly hit to where his hand used to be on my back. There was some space between us but since I wanted to hit on him, lay down, and stop the spinning in my head; I laid down on his lap. He seemed surprised. I wanted to celebrate that moment. Finally, I was able to catch him off guard, finally I was able to get him frustrated. Now, this must be what having power over someone felt like. I felt like doing a little bit more of this. I started to move my head around and in the end my face faced his crouch. I was in an extremely risky situation, plus I could feel Calum tensing with every move that I made. I had enough of that though. I just wanted to tell him. Tell him my every little secret, starting with my crush huge on him.

“Cal… Can I tell you something?” I mumbled. I opened my eyes that I have closed just a moment ago to get my thinking straight. When I opened my eyes I caught Calum staring at me. Now, I was the one who felt uneasy under his gaze. I could see that he was thinking something, he had that examining look on his face that made me feel like he could see my thoughts. I felt like an open book to him which I didn’t like, because it wasn’t who I was. I liked keeping it to myself, I liked the fact that my thoughts were mine and mine only. I had all the control over how people see me, they knew only parts I wanted them to know but Cal was different. The reason I think he could see through me was because she knew what it was like to be like me. He himself was private, a riddle to the others. The thing about these people is that the people who are riddles themselves know how to solve the other ones. There he was now, so close to solving mine. His fingers were combing through my hair:

“Of course, do you need anything? Is your stomach good?” it kind of stung he thought I was that intoxicated to show him this much attention.

“Yeah, no I’m fine. I just… Do you ever feel like you crave love? I mean of course you are loved; you have your family friends and all that, in your case fans who would die for you but like, I mean do you crave to love and to be loved? To even belong maybe? Sometimes I feel like I could explode from all the love I have to give, but sometimes I feel so weak I feel like I can’t even to look people in the eye,” I tried to explain but Cal just had a light smile on his face. “I’m sorry. I’m just talking nonsense,” I said as I shook my head. His smile remained nearly the same but now his teeth were showing. He looked so cute with his cheeks slightly pink from the alcohol he had consumed, his dimples were showing, and his eyes were shining with the dim lights of the party lights creeping on to the patio.

“No, you are not,” he assured me with a soft voice. “Believe me or not I understood exactly what you were trying to explain.” His hand was still tangled up in my hair, slowly playing with it. I felt like sitting up straight. This was it, it was the perfect moment, now or never I thought.

Now we were sitting next to each other, too close maybe. I turned to face him. I made the most intimate eye contact of my life at that moment. He was just looking at me with a dazed gaze almost high I would say if I didn’t know any better. I caught his sneaky glances to my lips and thought now was the time.

“You wanna know something else?” he only replied with a nod. Now he wasn’t even trying to hide his glances. He looked from my eyes to my lips.

“I really wanna kiss you, and be in love with you. I think I almost love you and I also want to be loved by you,” I rushed. All of my thoughts were mixing up. I had just confessed my stupid crush on him to him, but it didn’t even make any sense. I have fucked it up. I shut my eyes embarrassed and hid my face to the crook of his neck. I was blushing so heavily I couldn’t show my face. I felt his hand on my cheek, it traveled down to my chin. He whispered slowly:

“ Do you want to know something cool?” I nodded still hiding in his neck. “ I think I almost love you too.” He used his fingers that have been resting on my chin to lift up my face. As he stabled my face he started to lean in, looking up from my lips to my eyes one last time before kissing me. This was it, I thought. This was what I had been craving all along.

#calum hood blurbs #calum hood fluff #calum hood x reader #calum hood imagine #calum hood fanfic #5sos imagine #5 second of summer imagines #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #luke hemmings #5sos fic #5sos fanfic #5sos fluff #5sos blurb #5 seconds of summer fluff #5seconds of summerfanfic #5 seconds of summer blurb

[kazuyummy]

Do you hc the boys would try to make it to the mlb?

for the best of them, yes. i'll be honest, i don't know a lot of how pro baseball works compared to say basketball or volleyball, but i do know it's pretty different in some regards - typically, american baseball values strength & athleticism while japanese baseball relies more on tactics and speed. this is highlighted a bit in the anime, but both games are certainly ever-evolving.

so i think smaller players like mei or kuramochi might dominate the japanese baseball leagues, and a lot of characters in the manga would certainly go on to play there. sawamura - i think it'd be his dream, but i'm honestly 50/50 on whether or not he'd be able to make it there. he'd need to fill out more (praying for timeskip content lol) but sometimes i feel like he could make it there on sheer determination alone lol. maybe take an alternative path at first like hinata in haikyuu (that's all i'll spoil for this post haha)?

again, i'm not by any means a pro at this nor do i frequently look at baseball analysis - but in terms of surface-level analysis, we see that ohtani actually does better in the mlb in ops (basically an overall hitting metric) vs. the npb - though that's only one stat and many factors can contribute to that increase like playstyle and growth in career. i did see that overall, japanese players do better in the npb but that could be a lack of opportunities as well.

which brings me to my next point! moving from npb to mlb is an extensive process and players aren't usually able to do so until later in their career (i.e. playing npb or other pro league for a certain number of years) - they go through a posting system and these roadblocks are partially in place so that mlb doesn't poach all of japan's talent.

that being said! i think some of the bigger players would be better off in the mlb, but they'd have to practice hard, have good luck, and be the best of the best! for some reason, i can't get it out of my mind that miyuki would find his way there eventually, and if chris overcomes his shoulder injury, grows a little, and continues to improve, i can see him playing there as well (... potential nepotism? lmao) otherwise i can see him being a physiotherapist / athletic trainer. or maybe i'm being biased since they're my faves?

the ones i'm on the fence about are sanada, furuya, raichi, and tetsuya. they all have potential to make it - tetsu & raichi the most out of them, i think - it would be difficult and i don't think they'd be star players in the mlb. for example, tetsu & raichi are great hitters relying on strength, but they'd have to grow a lot to match the strength of american players.

others i think would play in npb only are haruichi, kawakami, and okumura. again, smaller players with high skill levels (hc huge college improvement from kawakami for some reason lol) but not enough to go to mlb. there are some that i headcanon would quit baseball after high school (or college) for various reasons - including ryousuke, jun, shirasu, and toujou. hmu for those deets lol

sorry if you just wanted a simple headcanon but your question lead me down quite the enjoyable rabbit hole and i'd love to hear other peoples' thoughts on this - especially those who actually know baseball! 😅

this also almost became a whole-ass timeskip post lmfao. let me know if i missed anyone that you want me to comment on!

#💬-ani-chats #⚡️-ani-rambles #diamond no ace #baseball #headcanons

[oceansprompts]

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕠𝕡𝕤 // 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕪 𝟚 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

this dialogue taken from destiny 2's vanguard ops strikes; hypernet current, lake of shadows, and the arm dealer. . . . adjusted for general use. . . . change as needed for usage

Let us hope that your technology continues to be resilient.

We need to get in there and stop them.

Screams, weird voices, nightmares... you name it.

It's resilient, but not impenetrable. A backdoor wouldn't be impossible.

Hopefully getting rid of whatever is at the center of this will shake all that weirdness out of the system too.

It looks like you're getting closer to the source of the problem. That track nearby looks like your best bet!

Let's just hope it's stable.

What-what was that?

Such a fragile space. This will do.

You don't want to see the pot of tea I made this morning.

Civilians are depending on you.

Mobilizing team for Operation, uh... Babydog? Why does this say Babydog? I must have forgotten to reboot the name generator.

Operation "Babydog?" Well, it has a certain ring to it, huh?

Yes... "Babydog" ... Well, the protocol is already running. Can't stop it now.

Yes, sorry, Operation "Babydog" ...We need to determine the source of — Haha! — I'm sorry, I can't.... Stand-by!

Our purification tech can only do so much. If the contamination spreads, people will die.

Good work. There's bound to be more than one.

We're making good progress, but energy readings are still off the charts.

This place is old; good thing we can't get tetanus.

If for nothing else but principle, I'm glad you're reclaiming it.

They just left that unguard...? This smells fishy to me.

Time for me to step out. I leave it to you.

Usually for an operation like this, logistical support would be provided. But it sounds like it's just us this time around.

Where'd you put my datapad? It had the notes about that thing I'm in charge of.

Into the action right away. I'm not surprised. You're up.

Whoa, wait wait wait, I'm not ready! I had a whole thing for this guy — I had charts and pictures — you know what, the one time I get it all — geez, forget it. You know what, just forget it.

Door's unlocked. But I couldn't get through without tripping their master alarm.

Not a trade I would have made, but you're the one on the ground.

Come on, how bad could one little alarm be?

Good different or bad different?

Did I just see a FLARE shoot into the sky?

Did you shoot up a flare? I thought we weren't allowed to have flares anymore after I… had nothing to do with why we're not allowed to have flares.

That's me! I must have… Oh, wait a minute. Nope not me.

Plan, schman. Take the radioactive thing, put in explode-y place. There! There's your plan.

Is this what "be brave" means for you? Didn't know it was a prayer.

Yeah, not blowing up is as good as you can hope for sometimes.

Way to reach for the stars.

Sounded like a nice dunk!

This guy's no ordinary space rhino. His weapons ain't half bad, either.

He's bound to have more. Insecure men tend to surround themselves with others like them.

Nope, she's totally right. Which is why I work alone.

I'm sorry, painted it what now?

Yeah, funny story about the Oh-roh? Oh-roh… Oh-roh-bahn… uh…

I think you should call it "payback."

Could be some really weird defenses in there. Not just flame turrets - I'm talking REALLY weird.

Why would they put a tank inside a ship?

Remember that elevator? Looks like we have to bring it down again.

Ok. Well, there are many… levels of easy.

Please don't encourage him

Oh, come on! ANOTHER one?

Wait, wait wait! Let me guess — giant flame turret.

Try to grab his flame turret blueprints after he's dead.

Watch for air support. This guy's too smart to not have a backup plan.

Eh, backup plans are overrated.

This is it. We've got him cornered… in an airfield. OK…

Now we've got you! In a… place you know way better than us. But that won't stop us. Let's get him!

Watch your six. And your twelve. You know what — just — just be careful

Sounds like I returned at just the right time. Excellent work, team.

Thanks, boss! It was by the book, the whole way.

Ok, you all are getting way too formal. Where's the energy? Let's hear some chatter out there! Huh?

The job's done. You can handle the chatter for a while.

You ever been hit with a rock? Don't joke about that.

YOU miscalculated?

Yes. Do you have any further questions?

It seems this new guy has done some “redecorating.” Although I don’t think I can call this an upgrade in terms of taste. But perhaps the cannons could be of use?

Names hold power. It is not unlikely that this new guy is a successor, who has taken up the mantle.

Unless we disable that shield, we’re sitting ducks out here!

That shield is making me mad! We’ve got to get rid of it!

Well fought! We’ve cut another head off the proverbial Hydra.

#destiny 2 starters #roleplay memes #rp sentence meme #sentence meme #sentence starters #roleplay #roleplay prompts #roleplay starters #starter prompts #sentence starter prompt #ask box prompts #ask box #inbox meme #destiny 2 quotes #destiny 2 sentences

[cimeret]

I seem to have a thing for tragic "old soul" characters who end up trapped on desert planets in a binary star system, who are made for infinite sadness, and who are legendary fighters but would rather not fight. Also, there should be an evil brother figure and metal limbs, please!

Anyway, this is about Trigun Stampede. I'm so hyped for the new series. Time again for Deep Space Planet Future Gun Action!

Spoilers for the new and old anime under the cut.

I went in intending to like it, and I was not disappointed! The old anime has a special place in my heart. When I first watched it, I was at a really low point in my life, and I could so relate to the struggles of the characters who find themselves in these perceived hopeless and often unfair situations, having to decide what is the morally right thing to do. The new anime can't capture that (yet?), but it's only been four episodes, Wolfwood has just joined the squad, and Knives has been very effectively established as a threat. It feels like most of the characters are now on stage and the plot can truly unfold!

Even if it doesn't become the emotional spectacle I'm hoping for, this anime is worth watching for its visuals alone. I wasn't prepared to love the CGI so much. At the latest, Hōseki no Kuni convinced me that CGI can work well in anime. How I wish Disney would take inspiration from this regarding its computer-animated movies and try to recapture the traditional 2D look this way. Especially for the action scenes, the CGI feels perfect and creates pictures that are just jaw-droppingly stunning and beautiful to look at. The moment when Wolfwood whipped out his Punisher? Perfection. (Wolfwood in general is such a mood, he just adds so much to the series)

(Just look at this gorgeous gif made by genorium)

It took me a bit to get used to the new character designs. Looking at Vash and Meryl makes me feel so old, haha! But I like them. Vash's prosthetic arm looks beautiful. At first, I wished it wasn't so obvious because I felt it would make the gun reveal more of a surprise. But I think older viewers know the arm is a gun anyway, new viewers will still be surprised by the reveal, and anything along the lines of "omg, the shock, my arm is actually a prosthetic and not flesh and blood, isn't it tragic??" feels outdated these days. Don't need it.

Once again, however, I have a problem with the directing. It's not so much the overall pacing, it's more some small details or how certain scenes are set up. A lot of it just feels cold to me, a bit detached and stiff. It's hard to describe. Shots that linger too long or not long enough to really work. Music that swells or fades in the wrong places. Sometimes the characters don't react at all or react inappropriately to things that are happening. For example, in ep. 3, Meryl's and Roberto's reactions to the destruction of the city or to Tonis' injury. It's a lot better in ep. 4, so either it's a conscious part of the style and I'm getting used to it, or it's not as noticeable in this episode. The many discussions and banter between the characters also helped create a nice flow between scenes.

This is only partly related to the new series, but I adore Vash as a character so much. All the emotion and the softness and the big, pretty eyes, but he is also badass and guns and just so physical as a hero, and then there's his wackiness that is mostly portrayed as annoying rather than cute or endearing. It's a lovely combination and never feels forced. I don't mind that he's less goofy in the new series and that he doesn't chase women; especially the latter has always bugged me in the old series, but unfortunately, it's standard for many male anime heroes. As a result, Vash seems more serious and tragic in the new anime but the new dynamic that unfolds when Wolfwood joins in ep. 4 helps make him seem less melancholy. Compared to ep. 3 with the destruction of Jeneora Rock, the last one was less dark and even had a bit of humor, which is necessary and good. I want to see Knives try and break Vash, and for that to really have an impact on the viewer, we need to see all the beautiful moments and his connection with the humans he wants to protect.

(wearing shades in the club, yo!)

I like that they don't hold back on the weird and gory stuff. Severed limbs and spurting blood, yay! And everything about how they handled Knives so far is great! He's such a dramatic creep, I love it! Zazie, too! Their new design looks awesome and I can't wait to see more of them. The scenes in ep. 4 inside the worm were all great, the goo, the slight horror vibes, characters crawling around in dark, cramped spaces, Wolfwood eating bugs ... good stuff!

I'm slowly warming up to Roberto and his dynamic with Meryl. Although from a narrative point of view, I still don't understand why they swapped Milly for another character. What's the idea? Aside from liking Milly per se, I also found Meryl more interesting when she could play off of Milly and her contrasting sweet personality. The relationship between Meryl and Roberto feels so generic, and so far I don't think it offers much to the story. I'm also not completely on board with Meryl as a journalist. Hm. We'll have to see how things progress. In general, though, I'm quite optimistic about this series. I only hope they slow down the pace a bit in the coming episodes and leave room for some strong character moments. So far, the nostalgia factor and my fanfiction brain are helping me get over the fact that the series takes less time to develop the characters in favor of pushing the plot and creating mysteries. I still have no idea how many episodes there will be, so theoretically anything is possible.

#trigun #trigun stampede #stampede spoilers #vash the stampede #if nothing i'm just here for the pretty #and the nostalgia #just want to bawl my eyes out over these characters is that to much to ask? #love how unhinged everyone already is #wolfwood i'm counting on you #huh there's not as much trigun x star wars as i expected #feels so obvious to me #last year gave me old obi-wan and young dooku and now vash is back what's going on? #good times indeed