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pupcuck · 2 months

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BOILING POINT !

ft. kishibe x fem!reader

tags. he puts his cigarette out on ur tits, degradation, public sex, a little voyeurism, idk he uses you as furniture, painal duh, reader is a dummy ngl, cockwarming

note. COMM FOR @d10nyx LOVE U NYX MWAH!!! love u sm sorry I didn’t get to post this for ur bday and that I took so fucking long but omg I hope u like it and i didn’t go too far with it :3 ignore any mistakes :3 feedback n rbs always appreciated .. praying this gets put in the tags :3

The thing is, Kishibe is fond of women. All women are beautiful unless they come in the form of carnivorous beasts. He likes a classic red lip, soft thighs, nylon stockings and heels. He likes Quanxi because she’s strong and it’s as simple as that. She wouldn’t go dying on him. Kishibe dislikes girls who play pretend. For example, the intern, a sad pillowcase of a girl who lacks savoir-faire. What a joke, and to place her in his division, under his care— It’s just offensive.

You put on an act, put on that ugly suit - it drapes over your form as if you’re more of a clothing hanger than a human. Shapeless and inelegant like you’ve gone and dug out your father's suit. The Public Safety uniform does you no justice, a skirt would be better. One that violates the dress code by an inch, but you slip past the radar ‘cause you’re so plain.

You’re of no use to Kishibe, he has no qualms saying it to your face. To your credit, you beg real pretty, beg like you’re begging for your life. That you’ll do anything. Anything, sir! Anything to keep down this shitty job!

Women are sluts when you force them to be sluts, but you don’t even need the slightest push. He knows your type. Show a girl like you a nice dick and you’re all over it. Not cut out for work, not cut out for anything exerting, not Public Safety of all things in this piece-of-shit world. You’d make a nice footstool, or better yet, an ashtray.

So he makes you exactly that.

Aki deposits a pile of paperwork onto his desk, didn’t have the courtesy to knock, just entered. Politeness is null and void it seems.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asks flatly.

“New intern.” Kishibe makes an abstract gesture to where you’re standing at his side trembling and draped in only his trench coat. Organic coat rack. Cute, right? “Thought I’d make use of her.”

“You’re messed up,” Aki says, expression-wise he's indifferent.

He stubs his cigarette out on your tit. Look at that. Built-in ashtray. You whimper, of course you whimper, it hurts. Skin charing off in flakes, blistering in grotesque bubbles when he tosses the butt into your awaiting palms. His mark is indelible, one of searing discomfort that settles in the depths of your being, it crawls beneath your rattling bones to wear your skin.

“Huh, that’s funny, I must be hearing things.” Kishibe lights another, the flame glows yellow like tiger eyes. “Even the walls talk in this place.”

Aki’s delicate distaste is thinly veiled, a shudder courses through his frame, starting with the jerk of his head and ending with his clenched fists. He turns swiftly, the door thudding behind him, absence suspending the room in a momentary vacuum. The silence is profound.

“Friendly guy.” Kishibe’s getting too old, talking to coat stands. He’s not much of a chain smoker, but today he is. No particular reason. Just felt like it.

The ember is rounded and tiny, the flame licks at the edges of your consciousness until you see black. It’s a uniquely insidious pain, one that consumes your body in a sweeping inferno, the ache will linger - a testament to your time with Kishibe. Lucky you. By the fourth, the floodgates of restraint collapse, you could only hold on for so long. Your body surrenders to gravity, stumbling forward as you clutch at the sturdiness of his mahogany desk. Crumpled neatly like you’ve been put through a waste compactor.

Kishibe sighs. “What a shame.” His gaze is vacant as he gives you a once-over. “I should kick your teeth in for that.”

It’s as if the sparks from his cigarettes have gone to your head. The whites of your eyes barely visible as they widen like two shiny buttons, struck with a sudden clearheadedness.

“You can do that, sir.” It’s not an offer to accept or deny, but an open-handed invitation signed off with an RSVP that reeks of desperation.

“You’d like it too much.” His hand passes over the back of his rumpled jacket, it slips from your shoulders and falls with a muted thud. Truly, you’re useless. Nothing more, nothing less. There’s nothing less than useless.

“No, sir, I wouldn’t.” You shake your head so fast his vision blurs. Starts seeing double. The prospect of more than one you has him reeling. What a nightmare.

“No?” Kishibe cocks his head to the side. “I don’t think you could handle it.” He waves his hand dismissively as if you’re a cloud of smoke or a hallucination, a bad dream he’d like to get rid of.

“I could, I can, sir, please.” Your hands are clasped together in a prayer. “I can take it, promise.”

“Either way, I don’t think you deserve it.” He eyes the rawness of your burns, otherwise smooth skin raised in nasty bumps. You reach out to touch him, fingers outstretched as you trace the column of his neck. He doesn’t know what you’re so enamoured by. “Down, girl.”

“Sorry, sir.” You’re not sorry, chapped lips pressed together to hide a giddy smile.

The paperwork is set to the side, desk cleared as he sits you down. It’s not urgent, but then again, neither are you. Pussy is always a nice treat though. Kishibe thumbs the seam of your cunt and your puffy lips part. You sure know how to make a guy feel special. God, you’ve got him feeling like Moses down here. Parting the Red Sea or some shit. He’s clinical about it. Inspecting your pussy like he’s getting paid for this.

A pleased sigh is let out from above, your jaw slackens as he brushes over your swollen clit. “I like you, sir—“ you say between stuttered breaths, “I think y-you’re real— really handsome.”

That’s a new one. Grizzled and weathered and scarred. Nothing handsome about that. It doesn’t exactly bother him. It’s just objective. “Right.”

“It’s true.” You gasp when he flicks your clit, toes curling in your black socks. “And you smell nice.” Indecent fingers wriggle and curl around his wrist, trying to get him to dig deeper. “I want you in me.” Then as if clarity hits you, a feeble Please, sir.

He snorts. “Fat chance.” Kishibe draws his hand back, your slick webbed between his fingers.

“Why?” You whine, trembling at the loss of his touch. “Sir, I’ll be quiet, I won’t say a word, I promise.” Your voice is grating on him. “Pinky promise.”

“Stop that.” Kishibe wipes his fingers on your pout. “Looks stupid.”

“Just my face.” Your frown deepens.

“Well, you should fix your face, kid. Why don’t you try smiling.” A command, not a question. “Much better,” Kishibe hums, “keep smiling and you might get something out of me.”

(You really won’t. Kishibe just gets off on this. It’s kinda funny how willing you are to bend to his every need, not quite needs but wants.)

More cigarettes. Circular intrusions left on the flesh of your thighs, he’d like to put one out on your clit. You’d feel hot-white, see hot-white, taste hot-white. Might meet God. Or a devil as he cauterises your weeping cunt. Maybe he’s going to meet both the Genital Mutilation Devil and his timely end.

Lunchtime rolls around, he empties a flask of whiskey into his coffee to beat the sluggish midday heat. You’re tucked beneath his desk now, pressing your nose between his thighs, sniffing around like a police dog on the right track. Kishibe lets you because it’s not much of a bother. “Might as well put that mouth to work.”

“Really, sir?” You ask, eyes like twin beacons.

“Yeah, go on then.” He pats your head. “No hands,” Kishibe adds, and they drop to your side instantly, teeth clasping onto his zipper and tugging it downwards in a jagged procession.

This is the most lackadaisical approach to cocksucking Kishibe has ever seen. And trust him, he has thirty-odd years of experience— This takes the cake for the worst. What you lack in technique you do not make up for in enthusiasm. It might just be ‘cause he’s soft, his mind detaches from the notion of anything inherently sexual. He’s thinking about what he should have for dinner tonight. If there’s anything in the fridge. That fat cat he has to feed.

There’s gagging, spluttering, a lewd pop! A sad and sorry end to a sloppy blowjob. You cough. A wet rattle deep in your chest.

“Not your strong suit,” he muses.

“I need your help, sir.” Your lips are swollen, spit-slicked. “Can’t do it on my own.” It begs the question, what are you good at? What can you do on your own?

He sighs for the nth time, takes his shaft in his hand and guides it past your parted lips, a messy ordeal, teeth scraping over the velvety skin of his cock, spit pooling in your mouth and dribbling down your chin when his cock rests weighty on your tongue.

It’s big, your cheek bulges when the tip nudges the inside of your mouth. Kishibe shifts course, pushes his cock so deep it hits the back of your throat, and your nails ziiip against the leather of his office chair.

“Is that too much?” He asks, making no move to ease up on the windpipe abuse. Your lips have stretched so far the corners of your mouth might split, you let out a noise of discomfort. Kishibe pays it no mind, his dick only gets heavier the moment it begins to harden. He places a hand on the back of your head, forces you to take his cock right to the base by pinning you into place. You swallow around him, and it’s the only good thing you’ve done since you got here.

There’s the garbled complaint of your jaw aching. “I don’t know what you’re saying,” Kishibe tells you, the derisive curl of his lip draws a soft whine from the back of your shredded throat. On his terms, you’ll last until the end of the workday. That’s what you’re here for, right? A job. He’s given you one and you’re not even doing it well. Sucking dick is second nature to women. Evidently not you.

You last till the end of his shift— Barely. Hanging on by a thread. Most of your lipstick has rubbed off on his dick, splotches of red deep in the creases of your dry lips. The fatigue of being cramped beneath his desk for so long weighs your body down, languidly shrugging on your jacket, your white shirt gaps when you button it up. He hadn’t noticed that before, but he does now.

“I’ll be better tomorrow,” you promise.

“Alright,” he says, noncommittal.

“Not tomorrow— I’m not in tomorrow actually so on Wednesday. I’ll be better on Wednesday.” You take hold of his arm and for some reason, he lets you. Human connection is not something he values especially, but sometimes it’s nice.

“Sure.” Kishibe shrugs. “I’ll hold you to your word.”

The commute to and from work is endless. This time it’s particularly endless, the outside world blurring into monochromatic plains as the train follows its usual path.

Sometimes you wish for it to derail and throw your body into the atmosphere. Just for fun. Anything to break up the mundanity of slate-coloured metropolitan life.

The confined space in the carriage has Kishibe’s front curved into your back, his hands in his pockets. An attempt at small talk fails to bridge the gap between the two of you. He’s so disinterested. Aren’t old men meant to like young girls? Are you really that ordinary? That even men one orgasm away from a heart attack are totally unbothered by the swell of your ass pressing up against their clothed dicks? Like, um, hello!

“You’re pushing it, you know that?” His breath is hot on your skin, he’s tall enough to obscure you from the view of any onlookers as you grip the metal pole. A few briefcases click shut, patent leather dress shoes scuffing across the flat floors as the train nears the next station.

Empty seats outnumber occupants by this point, there’s no need for Kishibe to be so close, but he is and that makes you happy. Makes your pussy happy too. Throbs like crazy. If you’re going to work alongside him, you’ll need to bring a change of panties in your handbag. ‘Cause you’ve been wet since he first entered the room.

He’s more rugged than handsome, but that’s what makes him hot. You see the start of a pretty face under the thickness of his worn and torn skin, it’s undercut by his square jaw, the skin under his eyes seems to burrow back into his face with how deep those bags are. God, you need him. Stat. Now if you don’t mind, sir.

When you exit, you don’t expect to hear heavy footfall right behind you. For a moment you think it’s the echo of your shoes in the derelict station, it’s like a gaping cavern, but you’re light on your feet - learnt to make yourself scarce.

Taking a peek over your shoulder would ruin the surprise. If it’s not Kishibe you might throw a fit. Unless whoever’s following you is, like, Kimura Takuya. You wouldn’t mind that at all. What a dreamboat. Still, there’s not even a 0.001% chance it’s him (you don’t exactly remember seeing him on the commute). There is a 99.99% chance it’s Kishibe. So you’ll go with the latter.

You duck into a nearby alleyway and he does too. Well, it’s an assumed he. If it’s a she you hope it’s the busty chick with the eyepatch that made eyes at you in the hallway as you tried to match Miss Makima’s brisk pace.

“I told you not to push it.” It’s Kishibe.

Yay! You internally cheer as he pushes you into the crumbling brick wall, your handbag drops onto the ground as your fist unfurls. Palms flat on the burnt clay, your breath hitches when he makes quick work of your pants, thick fingers forcing their way beneath the tight waistband. They’re perfectly fitted so there’s not even an inch of space, no room for lunch when you’re wearing these. The button pops and you mourn the loss of your nicest piece of clothing. Nothing a big dick can’t fix.

(Dick can’t fix the pants though. Duh.)

“I should teach you how to keep your hands to yourself,” Kishibe says lowly. His apathy is unfortunately really fucking hot. And it has to be front. It has to be. Or he wouldn’t have gone through the effort of disrupting his usual route home. You must’ve gotten him hot and bothered. His dick is hard. So there’s that.

He spits on your ass, it trickles down your crack and does a shitty job at lubing anything up. Your pussy is so wet you could take two or three dicks with ease. Kishibe doesn’t have to waste precious, precious spit that should be dripped down your throat like ambrosia. He spreads you wide, big hands grabbing handfuls of your soft ass. When you close your eyes, you see his cock, it’s tattooed on your eyelids. Seriously. His shit is big, and you wouldn’t expect anything less from a man of his size. The tip is dark, uncut on the fat, his balls hang low— Oh, he’s putting it in your ass, you realise a moment too late.

Suppressing a soft cry, your head drops forward as the pain splinters through your body with each agonising inch of his fat cock in your tighter hole. “Daddy,” you whimper, nails fighting to stay on your nail beds as you scratch at the wall.

“Don’t call me that,” Kishibe says, and his dick gives one last punishing push as he sinks into you fully.

“Sorry, sir.” Your sniffling is cut short by him shoving his fingers into your warm mouth. His dick is mean. You’re all like uh, uh, unfff, uh! You sound pretty fucking stupid, but he is practically punching all those noises out of you. It feels nice to be split in half. When you ignore the sickening spark of raw pain in your gut that is. He’s whisking your guts into a mixture of acid and bloody chunks.

Kishibe’s fairly quiet, the occasional grunt when he draws his hips back so the tip is in your fluttering hole, only to slam back in and knock you forward ‘cause you’re a klutz and dick in your dry ass is sorta disorientating.

“I love it, sir,” you tell him anyway. You’ve always been a bit of a bootlicker. Relying on flattery to get you into people's good books. It’s worked up until now. Kishibe is a nut you can’t even crack with a nutcracker, or a paring knife, not even with a goddamn hammer. “I love it so much, I love—“ His fingers run over your gums, pulling on your tongue for only a second before he takes them out to wipe on the back of your white blouse.

When he cums, you smell the whiskey on his breath as he rests his head on your shoulder. “Thank you, sir, thank you so much—“ You turn your head in search of his lips, he taps your cheek sharply and zips his slacks up in typical Kishibe fashion. Unhurried, slow, doesn’t really care about being caught with his pants down. A cigarette is lit, the glow of the ember reflects in his charcoal eyes like liquid gold.

Put that out on my clit, sir. Obviously, you don’t say that in fear of your clit never ever working again, and you quite like your clit to be honest. She’s gotten you through a lot of stressful situations.

His load has started to leak out of you, drying on your skin. Thick and sticky and heavy like his dick. Your cunt still throbs when you hold your ruined pants in place, they’ll be slipping down for the remainder of the walk home. Kishibe didn’t let you cum. He hasn’t let you cum all day. How selfish. You’ll rub one out when you get to your place. Christ, you think you love him.

#csm smut #chainsaw man smut #kishibe smut #kishibe x reader #kishibe x y/n #kishibe x you #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader

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husbandhoshi · 1 year

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omg Hello ….. for the timestamp could i get 7:25pm + haechan or hoshi? either one is fine ahah its up to u!

[7:25]

“baby, it’s been a long day for you,” you whine, struggling with the vegetable peeler as soonyoung wraps you in a back hug that can only be described as violently affectionate. “let me do something nice.”

“what if i said i wanted to help.” he says this with his cheek pressed flush to yours, and a pout that could fell an entire army. “then what.”

soonyoung presses tiny little kisses, heart shaped and innocent, down your cheek to the slope of your shoulder. you know it’s the closing statement to his argument because he doesn’t really have any better ones (last time he helped you cook, it ended up with his hand under the skirt of your apron and a steak burned beyond recognition. the time before that, he forgot blenders needed lids.)

you sigh, letting the potato fall to the cutting board, and turn around to face your boyfriend.

he’s glowing, still filled with energy from a long day of practicing at the studio. but you know him better than anyone, and behind those unfairly sparkly eyes is an urgent need to lie on the couch and cuddle for hours. which you’re not really sure a good stew could solve (unfortunately).

instead, you take his cheeks into your hands, let him lean into you like he’s been needing to. you’re about to say something, but he rewrites the words on your lips with a kiss that makes the world positively melt around you.

“m’sorry,” he mumbles, nose pressed to yours. “couldn’t help it, you looked so pretty.”

it’s maybe the millionth time he’s done this, but it still renders you speechless.

“gonna kiss you till you remember what you wanted to say,” is the next thing he says, and truly whatever train of thought you once had is permanently derailed.

it isn’t until 8 something when his stomach rumbles loud enough to wake a bear—it’s then you remember that dinner is in fact a thing that still needs to happen.

but even while you’re on the phone ordering takeout, soonyoung has trouble keeping his hands off you.

it’s a soonyoung thing, just like how he insists on the tiger plushes in the bedroom, how he sends 10 voice memos in a row because he can’t not update you on his day, how he sighs into your kisses and holds you like he will physically wilt away and die otherwise.

loving you is a soonyoung thing, and you don’t think anyone else could do it better.

#hehe 🫶🫶🫶#ask #mutuals #cat #mine #hosh #hoshi #soonyoung #hoshi fluff #seventeen imagines #hoshi x reader

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ravixen · 2 years

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Can I request first kiss with performance unit please?? Thank u!

svt + first kiss (pt 3)

➔ reaction || requested || performance unit

➔ warnings: none || 825 words ➔ notes: fluff ; yess, you can! i'm glad the first kiss series is complete <3 something about first kisses are super cute, but mine wasn't until senior year and was so unromantic 🙄🙄 so i live vicariously through my writing instead. y/n, i give you what i can't have. pls reblog if you liked!

JUNHUI: it's funny how i love you came faster than your first kiss, but it did. it's not uncommon for him to press his lips to your knuckles with the fondest look and the softest murmur of your name. he cradles his affection for you and locks it in his heart. at some point, though, as he's lacing his fingers with yours, those three words no longer feel like enough. he tries saying them again, and even with your smile and your i love you, too, he feels like there should be something else. and then it clicks. oh my god, it clicks. he's so stupid. while he's having this revelation, you're still looking at him and you're absolutely radiant in the soft glow of the evening street light, the setting sun a halo around you. he tightens his hold on your hands and tugs you into his chest. "can i kiss you?" he blurts out, nervous but with a strange surety in his eyes. you don't answer — your grin only widens as you move in first, and he realizes that that's what's been missing all along. you pull back, but he's already leaning forward again, chasing after the next kiss.

SOONYOUNG: he truly is a different person on stage. fierce and charismatic, you see what he means by tiger energy, even if his word choice has everyone else rolling their eyes. the moment he flies off the stage and sees you, he erupts into laughs that are only intensified by his adrenaline. his run doesn't falter — you catch him in your arms, a small oomph! escaping as he literally knocks the breath out of you. “did you see me?” he asks, like you could keep your gaze anywhere else. “i did! you were amazing!” you exclaim anyway, and he puffs his chest out at your praise. behind him, seungcheol yells for everyone to get back into positions before following a rushed staff member, and soonyoung bounces on his toes, already ready to go back out there. “watch me, okay?” he yells out, already jogging away before you can answer. at the last second, he spins on his heel and comes back to you. “sorry, can i get a good luck kiss?” you didn’t expect your first kiss to be in front of so many people, but the others are waiting and soonyoung doesn’t look like he’s leaving without it. “fine...go get ‘em, tiger.”

MINGHAO: i can’t decide whether or not he’d be coy with it, but one thing’s for certain: it’ll be the most romantic setting out of all the boys. not deliberately — you just find yourself on romantic dates often because that’s how minghao is. case in point, you’re currently on a boat, reclining on a chair with a half-filled glass of wine on one side and the setting sun on the other. you’re lucky, you think far too often. beside you, minghao looks off into the coast, sunglasses perched on the tip of his nose. you don’t know how it hasn’t fallen off all day. he doesn’t say anything as the light fades into hues of pinks and violets, and neither do you, content to feel the gently rocking waves. it’s not until the sun is fully gone, the evening breeze starting to cool your arms, that he moves. he sips at his glass before turning to you. “i just realized something,” he says. “yeah? what is it?” “i really want to kiss you.” he slides his shades onto his hair, and the softness of his eyes makes you curl your fingers into your seat cushion. “no one’s stopping you.”

CHAN: he asked you to meet him at the gose filmset so that he can walk you home, but you come earlier than expected and wait for him behind the cameras. occasionally, he glances over at you, and you hear a PD tsk at how that has to be edited out. you're not too worried about it — this has happened a few times already, and you're not in danger of being banned from set...yet. when he's done, he bounces over, takes your hand, and leads you to a less crowded corner. "i'm guessing your day went well?" you laugh as he beams. his energy is as infectious as always. "it's even better now that you're here," he says, pulling you in for a hug. you love when he looks like this: hair pushed out of his face, eyes reflecting the love he has for work. the love he has for you. something about it makes you tilt your head and tug on his shirt, and somehow, he gets the message because he leans forward for a kiss he can't stop smiling through. behind you, there's an awkward cough. one of the sound directors taps their collar and asks chan if he's ready to take off the microphone. you're lucky that the sound directors are easier to swear into secrecy.

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saltminerising · 1 year

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alrighty here’s my personal take on what kinds of genes go where. not gonna name every gene, especially not ancient genes cause i dont have ‘em memorized at all, just whatever comes to mind as i’m typing

gem mp: shiny sparkly and fancy but in a way that adds a different texture to the dragon, just like gems themselves - i’m talkin irishim, cryface, metalloy, wasp/bee, starcon, glimmer, opal, filigree, genes like those, seems simple to me

baldwin: got a wacky gene? got a gene that looks like your dragon got dunked in the cauldron? got something dangerous or nasty? it goes here. poitox, slime/sludge, lionfish/noxtide, soap, glowtail, firefly, capsule, k*el, that kinda thing. shiny textures and glowing parts are welcome. koi and flecks seem like they would fit as well since they’re patchy and random.

swipp: i really just don’t know. mixed bag ig

coli: i also don’t know, maybe phasar would be at home here with pymorph? possibly venue-themed genes? maybe you could randomly get gembond in crystal pools by getting bitten by that one gem snake, i was gonna put it in baldwin but i think this is funnier

arlo is actually really good at theming his genes. i will leave him alone.

notn: this is where harlequin/jester should go, it’s a shadowy holiday full of trickery (diamond/spade could also go here, same vibe). hell, the actual jester sets are from notn. if we aren’t getting apparel Sets anymore, why not have fancy genes as a treat? stitched/patchwork and fern/paisley also go here for uh, mimicking objects, or whatever fern/paisley is trying to do.

treasure mp: anything else, definitely plain animal patterns (jaguar/rosette, tiger/stripes, petals/butterfly, thyla) and general flat color stuff (cherub/seraph, savannah/safari, fade/blend, contour, underbelly, stained, ghost). sparkly flat color stuff as a treat (flafla, sparkle, runes), treasure is sparkly too y'know.

and there we go! that’s how i would sort genes. now you know what i, random anon, mean when i say something doesn’t feel like an [x] gene but more like an [x] gene. it doesn’t mean i’m broke. it means i think of the genes differently than staff and it feels like they assign genes kinda random values. yes it could be how difficult to draw they are, but personally recreating stuff like metalloy is a breeze for me while pintrail has me wilting so idk maybe maybe not. ok thank u for ur time ik this post is long

#long post #genes #submission

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velvetgoldie · 1 year

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Peter Pan and Wendy: a review

Directorial decisions, backlash, and final result

I don't usually seek out reviews, and even less so write them, but I had been waiting for this new Peter Pan adaptation ever since it's been announced (2016!), and as such, was anxious to see what people had to say about it.

And, well, considering the vitriolic reviews this film has gotten, I wanted to balance the negative critics out a little. I didn't hate the film -- although there are things that could have been managed better (but those are not what you would expect). More under the cut.

On directorial vision:

David Lowery's style is extremely subdued, for lack of a better term. You can go through one of his films and expect a big climax, only to realise at the end that all changes happened gradually, so much so that the story has displayed its meaning without you noticing.

His films are mostly focused on the "within", with a huge focus on personal turmoil rather than big events.

For Peter Pan and Wendy, this approach remains: he took the original story from the book, and apparently drew out the elements which mattered to him the most (the fear of growing up/the bitterness of aging) and translated them into a very personal vision (which extends to the visual aspect of the film: its green hue, the worn-out aspect of the costumes...). So rather than present the story as an epic series of adventures, he rerouted the narrative to tell one singular story (my first thought, finishing the film, was actually "It holds up quite well!"). It tells a simple story, with a definite beginning leading to a definite end -- but as such, can feel rushed and uneven.

On the pacing of the film:

Lowery has one main issue, and it's his obsession for perfectionnism. As a former video editor, he's liable to cut, re-cut, and re-edit up until he's told to stop (see how plenty of the material from the first Green Knight trailer hasn't made it to the finished product). I believe it's the same with this film: especially with the Covid-19 hiatus and the interception from Disney studios (because they surely veto a lot of things in these kinds of productions).

The director and screenwriters had a story to tell, but spent so much time on it that they lost track of the smaller details for the sake of the bigger picture. It's quite visible considering the repartition of the main acts of the film, which are as follow:

Introduction of the Darlings and flight to Neverland

First introductory adventure with the pirates

Meeting the Lost Boys and Skull Rock adventure

Break at the Lost Boys hide out and "death" of Peter Pan

Climax (fight on the Jolly Roger)

Conclusion.

What's obviously lacking here is a middle adventure: we've barely become accustomed to Neverland that the climax is already reached. We should have had another scene, not only to give the viewer a chance to breathe, but also to better introduce secondary characters (the underdevelopped Tiger Lily, for instance).

This seems to be the result of over-editing: a middle adventure wouldn't have been necessary to understand the story, so off it went. But as such, it causes pacing issues. This is really my main problem with the film.

On the realistic aspect of the film:

I've seen people take out of a context a quote about Tinkerbell's lack of glow ad nauseam, and while it's typical Tumblr 'Chinese whispers', it needs to be addressed because I don't want people hating on the film for wrong reasons.

The question on how Tinkerbell should glow concerns practical rendition of an animated version. When you have to translate effects which were easily done with drawings, you need to ask yourself how it would be done practically (like, how to make the Beast look realistic in a Beauty and the Beast live action?). The quote does not mean Lowery hates on fantasy elements...

The film does have a realistic, down-to-earth look, though. That's obviously pointed out by Wendy, realizing that Neverland is "a different kind of real". But that ties up with Lowery's style, as mentionned before. He's not making an over-the-top, theatrical epic: he chose to translate the story in his style, and that's fine. We don't need another 2003 Peter Pan, because there already is a 2003 Peter Pan. As much as I love this previous adaptation, I am, for one, glad of the change. There's a Peter Pan for everyone, and maybe this one could be yours, if you look past the first knee-jerk critics and give it a chance.

I'd like to conclude on what @not-wholly-unheroic said about the film, because it sums things up quite nicely:

"I think the problem is largely that the audience was expecting an epic adventure and got a tearjerker instead. In a lot of ways, this version of the story was more for the adults than the kids… but those adults largely have a nostalgia for the adventure story they grew up with and wanted something closer to that than what they got."

There's much more that could be said about the film, but for the time being, I only wanted to counteract the overwhelming, and sometimes undeserved, negativity surrounding the film. I am not for Disney live actions at all, but I consider Peter Pan and Wendy as a David Lowery project first and foremost. Perhaps, if it had been produced by another studio, it would have been actually more imaginative and personal. It did a great job in producing an original retelling of a well-known story while taking liberties, but keeping true to a certain spirit from the original book. Barrie's Peter Pan feels very personal to each reader, and this is a personal film as well. I hope it will be revisited in time by children who have grown older, just like the adults of today keep on returning to their own favorite version of the story.

#peter pan and wendy #peter pan 2023 #david lowery #disney live action #live action remake #peter pan #tinkerbell

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interaction call ( mysterious inn group ) — yet another call for interactions revolving around the lore for this inch-resting inn. aka an interaction call solely for the following muses :o) if you don't specify who you'd like, i will be randomizing them.

haneul — sorcerer. if that’s even their real name... ( it’s not ). proprietor of a wayward inn for those lost and in need of shelter. expertly hidden from plain sight and can only be found when led by odd animals that posses glowing eyes. curious enough to step into the establishment? excellent choice, for full satisfaction is guaranteed once your name is added to the ledger. oh, and one last thing — whatever you do, don’t even think about harming them ‘lest you’d prefer to have this as your final destination.

dhrish amin — nightjar familiar . not a single braincell in that pretty head. familiar to haneul, sometimes guides potential customers to the inn, a bundle of energy and surprises — he’s an all around good time with a penchant to get into weird situations. might be a mess but he's fairly outstanding with being a guide to the labyrinth of the everchanging inn. you've got lobby right here, all sorts of magical shops over there, and— oh! right, rooms are up to the left, past supply closet, right, left, left, and right again!

hyun jiah — mythical tiger. the idiom of ‘back when tigers used to smoke’, but literal. part of the inn as a storyteller that can tell tales for days upon end. some even say that the stories this tiger’s come to collect have a sway with truths that can be altered to reality. others say a powerful boon can be traded for one’s life story — though this oftentimes means the tiger will hold possession over that person’s life in some manner.

bu doyun — haetae. coming out of the cage and he’s been doing just.. decent. jkjk, but seriously — he’s the most fickle, isolated grouch around that’s just begun to subject himself to the living world again. serves as hidden security to haneul’s inn — sometimes as a stone figure out front and other times as some random schmuck indoors near the lobby ( always with a frown, always with a comically large bell around his neck ). if you're of the Dangerous variety outdoors then you'll have the honor of seeing him shift into a humanoid form just so he can berate and deter your entrance ( and if that doesn't work.. well, ever have a buff statue hand u ur own ass? ).

hak minji — human, allegedly ( totally a mythical red crown crane with fortune influences ). fully eccentric lady, surprisingly loving mother, deeply profound with the knowledge of all things lost. comes from a lineage of enigmatic folk that maintain ownership over this shop of wonders. anything a person could ever desire can be bought here, but only if they're allowed entrance. aka if doyun thinks someone worthy. sends a little birdy ( totally not chinmae ) with gifts of good fortune occationally.

ransom — harpy . a being that deals in memories . the only form of payment he takes is by the trade of memories that are of equal value. happy ones are highly sought for( naturally ) whereas sadder ones aren’t as much — though there are some that seek out painful memories for whatever reason. he can even concoct something that can let a person experience a memory they’ve forgotten / never known, but those are the priciest of them all. oh, and sometimes… he eat some memories but you didn’t hear that from me.

#interaction call.#indie rp #open rp #supernatural rp #horror rp #fantasy rp #oc rp #// took me 10 years to type this up

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[Novel] Fables of Darkness [Hameln Final I]

✓ Part 1 of 2 of finale for Hameln novel story. ✓ Sharing is fine with credit ✘ Translation Commission. The commissioner has given permission for it to be shared, but please use it respectfully. ✘ Don’t claim as your own

ONLY THE EPILOGUE IS LEFT!

Before long, rumors were spoken of a creature being sighted near the town where all the children, women and men disappeared.

"That thing was a humanoid monster!" "Impossible! It had huge fangs! There's no way that thing was human!" "It didn't just have fangs. I saw a shell over it's body--" "But it also had wings!!"

The people grew weary with fear and loathed the hideous creature.

It's never enough. Not even the beasts and birds that habituated in the forests and fields nearby could achieve the beauty I seek. I'll need to collect more beautiful things than this.

For example, the sharp claws of monsters. It's claws were sharper than the fangs from the tiger's and harder than that of the tortoise shell.

"Oh, how beautiful!"

Traveling to a desert far away, I encountered a monster with razor sharp claws. Taking my flute, I silenced it with it's sound. Then I ripped out every single claw. Taking in the claws for myself, I became stronger and more beautiful than before.

Yet, I wasn't satisfied.

For example, the fire from that of a dragon. Such a beautiful, yet devastating flame that can burn its area instantly, yet glows brighter than gold and redder than jade. It took work, but I put it to sleep with my flute and took it in as it already was for myself. Oh, surely I just became more beautiful and stronger than I ever have...

***

The rumors of the creature spread farther than the village where all the children, women, and men had gone missing.

"It's said that thing was a human once." "There's no way something like that could ever of been human." "It looked like a mix between a demon, dragon or bird... " "I've never seen something so hideous in my life."

Everyone frowned in disgust whenever they heard the rumors of the repulsive creature.

***

It's not enough, it's never enough! Beasts, birds, monsters, dragons... I, the one who has the upmost beauty, shall go even higher.

Yet it seems I've gotten lost in my travels to find and take in beautiful things. I soon discovered a place far off from the human world I knew. A place repulsive dolls told me was called "Library".

I've tried hard to find stronger, more beautiful things here but there's nothing here the world can offer me that I haven't gotten so far. All there is for me are hideous monsters. Repulsive, smelly creatures that moan most unpleasantly.

Regardless, I continued my efforts. And eventually, I met him. The thing here that those creatures called "the strongest."

I recognized him at a passing glance. Oh, how "strong" he was. So different from the beasts, birds, demons and even the dragon I've seen. If I defeat him and take him in, surely I will become the s t r o n g e s t, most b e a u t i f u l thing in the world! "Oh, ohhh, how beautiful!"

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Once upon a time, there was a very beautiful man named Hameln. Not only did he possess great beauty, but he also held magical powers.

Hameln traveled searching for beauty. From the small towns to the largest, from the mountains and over deserts, across oceans and beyond the world we knew. He took the strong, beautiful parts of children, women, men, and even monsters to take into himself.

Absorbing everything into himself, Hamlen lost his human form, and became the thing people including himself feared and loathed the most. An "ugly monster".

Yet, Hameln never doubted his appearance. He saw himself as having the strongest, most beautiful form of all. And even then, he continued his search for more strength and beauty.

The last thing Hameln found, was what he called "the most powerful creature of all." It looked almost exactly like Hameln himself. Perhaps it also took in others' beautiful and strongest parts to become the "strongest", much like Hameln.

Hameln had convinced himself nothing in the world was as strong as the creature. If he could manage to defeat it and take it in, he would be the most beautiful, most strongest person in the world. Hameln felt euphoric. His mouth, which was no longer human, twisted into a grin....

#SINoALICE #Fables of Darkness - Hameln #Translation

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how do you feel comfortable saying there's no favoritism when jungkook gets all the lines and opportunities for collabs. bighit couldn't even give jimin the info that his song was being used in a marvel movie. sungwoon just revealed that the ost company asked him if he could ask jimin if he wanted to sing an ost. there's clear favoritism. nothing that goes to the company regarding jimin will ever reach his ears.

Hello Anon,

So you feel JM is being slighted by his company because you believe the company favors JK. This time you attempt to provide evidence. Thank you for that. It helps to have a discussion when we can actually discuss some points. So let’s dive in shall we? Does “the company” ( sorry this makes me giggle- seems very mafioso to me) favor JK and in the process slight JM? First let me start by saying I love JM. He is my double bias with JK.

1. Your first piece of evidence is JK “gets all the lines and opportunities for collabs.”

A simple Google search would prove this wrong. You could have made a stronger argument if you listed ALL the collabs that JK had. And provided some numbers to back up ALL the lines. But let me help a bit.

Collabs:

Ashes RM with JLim and Iron

Love You, Hate you RM with 2am

Bad Girls RM with Lee Hyun and Jiyeon

Because I’m a foolish woman RM with Kan MinYoun

Buckubucku RM with MFBTY

U primary RM with Kwon Jin Ah

Song Request Suga with Lee Sora

Timeless RM with Drunken Tiger

Danger Mo Blue Mix BTS with Thanh

PDD RM with Warren G

Fantastic RM with Mandy Ventrice

Change RM with Wale

Yankee RM with a lot of people

Gaeon RM with Gajah

Mic Drop BTS with Steve Aoki

Mic Drop BTS with Desiigner and Steve Aoki

Truth Untold BTS vocal line with Steve Aoki

Waste it On Me RM and JK with Steve Aoki

Champion remix RM with Fall Out Boy

Idol BTS with Nicky Minaj

Seoul RM with HONNE

Crying Over You RM with BEKA

Ethereal Sunshine Suga with Epik High

Winter Flower RM with Younha

Boy with Luv BTS with Halsey

Suga’s Interlude Suga with Halsey

Dream Glow Jin, JM, JK with CharliXCX

Brand New Day V and JH with Zara Larsson

All Night BTS with Juice WRLD

Seoul town road remix BTS with Lil Nas X

Chicken Noodle Soup JH with Becky G

Make it Right BTS with Lauv

Who JK and JM with Lauv

Don’t RM with eAeon

ON BTS with Sia

Burn It Suga with Max

Blueberry Eyes Suga with Max

Savage Love JK Suga JH with Jason Derulo

Butter BTS with Megan Thee Stallion

My Universe BTS with Coldplay

Rush RM with Kris Kalikko

Eight Suga with IU

That That Suga with Psy

With You JM with Sungwoon

Yanghwa JK with Zion T

Well you are wrong. “The company” is not favoring JK and he is definitely not getting ALL the collabs. If you are going to claim favoritism at least name the real collab king- RM. (I got the list from many many Google searches)

Line distribution- Let me start off by saying that I hate having to do this. I am not naming all songs but here are the top two line getters for these songs I am only listing the vocal line and not the rappers though JK has a disadvantage because he does both, so his percentage in earlier songs includes both his raps and his vocals . However, you will be surprised at the end.

No More Dream - JK, Jin

We are bulletproof pt2 - JM, Jin

N.O. JK, JM

Boy in Luv JK , V

Just One Day JK, JM

Danger JM, V

War of Hormone JK, JM

I need U JK,JM

For You JK, Jin

Dope JK V

Run JK JM

Young Forever V, JM

Fire JK V

Save Me JK JM

BST JK JM

Spring day JK, V

Not Today JK V

DNA JK V

Mic Drop JK JM

Fake Love JM, JK

Idol JM Jin

Boy with Love JK JM

Heartbeat JM JK

Lights JK JM

Make it right JM V

ON JK JM

Black Swan JK JM

Stay Gold JK JM

Dynamite JK JM

Life Goes On V JK

To some it all up: if you added All those songs lines up and percentaged it out you know who comes out on top? V! He gets 23.8% of the lines with JK coming in 2nd at 22.6 and JM in third with 21.2%. So again maybe you should be claiming that they favor V and RM and not JK. I mean they gave V a movie too. Jin also has the most OSTs . ( I got this from a Korea boo post of all places 😂)

2. Your second piece of evidence is that they didn’t tell JM that his song was being used in the movie.

Ok. He didn’t know at the time of that filming. Why is that some nefarious plot against him? They were busy. I mean they somehow messed up on the taxes too. I am sure that whoever was in charge is a human who messed up. Or JM was told but at a time when he was busy thinking about something else. Who knows why? You sure don’t and neither do I. But does that mean that they favor JK? No. It is of no benefit to him to withhold this information from JM.

3. Your third piece of evidence is that Sungwoon asked JM to do the OST.

JM has been the top rated idol in Korea for years. He consistently tops the charts for brand rating. He is in the undeniably biggest group in the country and, in my opinion, world. They have left the status of idol group behind and are easily musical legends that will be discussed for decades to come. A group like that has many inquiries for their time and talent. I am certain it is very hard to get anyone in BTS to do a project for someone. A good business person will use any and all methods to reach their intended target. In this case, they used JMs friend Sungwoon to try and get his attention. And it worked. They were clearly using Sungwoon because they wanted only JM but JM had them both do it together. That says a lot to me about JMs character and his respect for his friend. Did the OST people use back channels to get their intended target? Yes. Does that mean that “the company” deliberately withheld it from JM? No. Does that mean they favor JK? No. Again. He does not benefit in any way from this.

Last claim, Nothing will ever reach JM if it is going through the company.

You seem to have a bad opinion of Hybe. You know that BTS partially owns Hybe, right? They have a lot of stock in the company. They have re-signed their contracts. They speak well of them and how they care for them. I will never pretend to know their exact relationship with the company, and neither can you, but they spend a lot of their downtime at the building. I just don’t see any drama between the group and the company.

I don’t know what your beef is with JK but you really haven’t done your homework. So back to to your original question… how do I feel comfortable saying there is no favoritism for JK? Because I see this group for what they are. Each one is uniquely contributing to the success of the group. Each one is a special and valuable member. Despite what I did here to argue against your claim and evidence, I don’t count their lines. I don’t put their value or worth on how many collabs they have or how many lines they get. Or how many minutes of video time they have. I see that they love one another . And I love each of them. I don’t see any evidence of anything other than talented, kind, smart men who have the ability to pursue whatever they want to and who are actively choosing their own paths in life and the company actively helps them to do that. The best thing about their success is that they no longer are the outcasts waiting for someone to give them a chance. They can turn down BBMA confidently. They can turn Las Vegas purple. They can dance in the UN. The world is at their feet.

Anon, I hope you start to see BTS for the special people they are and stop with your solo member agenda. Especially for JM. He is the least solo person in the group. He loves those guys and JK in particular. So I don’t know what you think you are doing in his name. But you are embarrassing yourself. Thankfully you did it with an anon ask.

Be careful anon,

Jikookerie

#anon ask #bts #jimin #jungkook

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and-stir-the-stars · 2 years

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First of all, happy birthdayyy. It's pretty late, but wish you a lovely day. <3 You're my favorite blog on here, obsessed with your posts forever. :3

I love your and everyone's angel week ideas and works, they're so inspiring and amazing. Unfortunately I don't have the talent nor the time (in the middle of senior year of HS) to participate :(

Someone mentioned in an ask to you, something about the ecosystem in heaven, and I remembered instantly that post you made about the worm-cat-thingy creature (sorry I don't remember it's name, bad memory) and how happy that made me cuz I realized I wasn't the only one who thought there was no way angels are the only celestial creatures that live in heaven. Inspiration hit me a few years ago when I watched that ep in s12 with Ramsay the hellhound and how chuck created hellhounds to be his loyal pets or smth? idk what if he created a bunch of other pets for the angels.

My headcannon is basically that each angel has a creature of heaven as it's eternal partner. One that chooses the angel it wants to be with for the rest of eternity. Some of these creatures are warriors so they fight along side their angels, some are healers they wait for the angels after a battle to help soothe their pain and heal their wounds. Some are messengers that are used by angels to send everyday-messages to each other (sorta like messenger pigeons cuz I doubt they have e-mail up there lol), and a ton of others with a ton of jobs. Some are there to just befriend and chill out with angels and souls and their sole job is to be cute and receive pets (eg. castiel's pet the worm-cat, lol sorry still cant find that post).

I imagined sooo many of these creatures and have a folder full of art and pictures of random mythical creatures that fit my headcannon. These creatures aren't exactly eldritch, but pretty simple for example a tiger with wings and horns of a gaselle, and glowing patterns on its body that (if you turn on you imagination) are Enochian symbols.

Basically, my idea is on the third day of angel week, I would put each creature with who I think their angel partner would be, whether it's castiel or anael or hester or gadreel. But I don't think it's fair to post that? since none of the art is mine I just collected them from various corners of the internet. lol idk I'm new to tumblr and its etiquette. If my idea is considered in the angel week content(or maybe it's pretty lazy lol cuz it is, I wouldn't be mad if it doesn't cut it), would u rather I make a post or I could just put it here in an ask directed to you?

(Also can I say your post about how angels are all connected together to heaven and the are a part of a larger being is smth I think about when I wake up and before I sleep, your brain is just amazing)

Again happy birthday to you, have a great angels week, angel!!

First of all, happy birthdayyy. It's pretty late, but wish you a lovely day. <3 You're my favorite blog on here, obsessed with your posts forever. :3

I love your and everyone's angel week ideas and works, they're so inspiring and amazing. Unfortunately I don't have the talent nor the time (in the middle of senior year of HS) to participate :(

Again happy birthday to you, have a great angels week, angel!!

Hiii! sorry, i should have answered this yesterday but i got so many asks and got a bit overwhelmed, lol.

I think your idea for showing what kind of "pets" all the angels would have is an excellent one and I'd love to see it as a part of angelsweek! Even if you don't manage to finish it on time, you can post it under the angelsweek tag whenever you finish it.

And the angelic cat you're talking about is named Monons (em-oh-en-oh-en-es, or em-oh-en for short; i think it means "my heart" in enochian). it makes me ecstatic to know you like my Monons/heaven ecology posts; i don't get a lot of people interacting with them so I never know for sure whether people like them. And I LOVE your idea for angels having unique creatures that they bond with for life! Idk if you've read my story The Art of Bonding, but that story has pre-series gabe and cas going to visit animals called kalkydra; in my head, kalkydra are sort of like these semi-sentient animals and angels have the opportunity to form a life-long bond with them, and your idea reminded me of that fic again, lol. But I adore the idea of there being more than just one species of animal that angels can bond with, and that angels might bond with creatures that are more suited toward helping them achieve their goals/personal growth as a part of the Heavenly host.

And thank you for the happy birthday message and for your kind words! Hope you're having a wonderful day <3

#i'd tell you god's name if you asked

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brandonwaratah01 · 8 months

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♥️ Authenticity Brand 💚

B r a n d o n W a r a t a h 0 1

“ There are two different brand names that I’d like to share once ready. This post is a taste test. The first brand name is suitable for polished “Ceramic Art”. The second brand name is tailored for “Fashion Design”. In this moment in time, they are both unaffordable to register. I have to put my readers in anticipation, suspense and in a state of concern. They are creative names that are louder than a Lion’s roar or increasingly powerful than the stomp of an elephant. It could inclusively be more striking than a Siberian tiger’s black stripes just to metaphorically paint a picture with terminologies alone. I would strive my best to be the glowing Sun or fresh aqua by obtaining the following attributes! Rare, brand new, uniquely, original and style! I like, cherish and love pottery, ceramic and sculptural art above the four hundred or so fashion design illustrations that I’ve made, created and done. ”

♥️ B r a n d o n v.p N g u y e n 💚

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kahran042 · 2 years

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Encyclopedia Brown thoughts: book 13

Encyclopedia Brown and the Case of the Midnight Visitor

The Case of the Midnight Visitor:

"Synagogue" is misspelled in the intro to this story.

Who would call it a "string" of pizza parlors and not a "chain"?

Pizza seems to be coming up a lot in these stories lately.

"Kidnappers want money. Once they get it, there is no telling what they might do with their victim." Um... release him?

"'I argue with my closest friends,' objected Mrs Brown, 'and I haven't been kidnapped.'" Ah, but you aren't a millionaire, are you?

What if the kidnapper had been one of Butler's other enemies? Would he have been able to come up with a clever code in that case?

What were some of the business troubles that Jason blamed Butler for?

The Case of the Hidden Penny:

Dear @brownencyclopedia, Elmo wasn't using a glow-in-the-dark yo-yo because he was under a blanket. He was using a blanket because his yo-yo glowed in the dark. Minimal love, kahran042.

It's taffy or toffee, not taffee.

Do rattlesnakes ever bite themselves to death?

I like hot dogs, and I don't put sauerkraut or mustard on them. I do put ketchup on them, though, which would probably get me lynched in Chicago.

Did Elmo ever get his yo-yo back?

The Case of the Red Sweater:

@brownencyclopedia: If you can't just throw a human skeleton in the trash, how are you supposed to get rid of it?

From what I've seen elsewhere, "Carmine" is usually a boy's name... or a color.

How many kids would notice that boys' and girls' shirts and sweaters button on opposite sides?

"Girlfriend" should be one word in this context.

The Case of the Painting Gerbils:

Is there actually a rule that only humans could enter the contest, or is @brownencyclopedia just making an arse of u and me?

That being said, they do raise a good point. Why is it always three suspects?

Personally, I would disqualify Mark's painting, not because it was done by gerbils, but because he entered it under an extremely obvious fake name.

Misle is a real word with the past tense "misled", although it's more commonly spelled "mizzle", as in Mizzle of Tears.

The Case of the Time Capsule:

Abe's riddles are pretty lame. How is he the president of the Idaville Riddle Club? My theory is that he's also the only member, because how much demand would there be for a Riddle Club?

Abe didn't beat up Rockwell just because he was repeatedly going to the water fountain. He did so after he smugly confessed to stealing Abe's $#!+.

The Case of Freddy the Great:

"He thinks he's so much better than anyone else." Gee, Sally, sound familiar? Actually, not really. Sally doesn't think she's better than anyone else. She thinks everyone else is worse than her.

I love the fact that the eponymous allegedly-vicious guard dog was spooked by a cat. He knows who's really in charge. =^_^=

I've lived with cats my whole life, and I didn't know that they had four toes on their hind paws until I read this story.

The Case of the Tennis Racket:

What if a girl wanted to become a Tiger? Would she need to undergo a test, too?

I'm glad that Ike Quilp wasn't directly involved in the crime here. It shows that not all Tigers have bad blood in Sobol's eyes.

The Case of the Fifty Mosquitoes:

It's always nice to see a good teenager in one of these stories, in this case Pete McGrane, who also has the advantage of not being absentminded like Ziggy Ketchum two books ago.

How would one take a shower in six seconds, even if there were one in a park?

I've heard that the extinction of mosquitoes would have no effect on the ecosystem. I hope so.

Why is Stinky allowed to do his "stunt", if killing fifty mosquitoes in an hour counts as such, with no one watching?

The Case of the Hit-Run Car:

Did the injured man ever get to the hospital?

Why were the robbers wearing black capes in the first place, other than so that people would know they were robbers?

How many kids would know how patients are loaded into an ecnalubma?

#encyclopedia brown #donald j sobol #encyclopedia brown and the case of the midnight visitor

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HIII LUCYY congratulations on getting 200 followers im so happy for you!! <333 im using this request chance to get closer to u hehe, can i req for junhui + fluff n a smudge of angst + 34, 88, 94!! once again congratulations lucy you deserve so much love !!

#34: “Have I ever mentioned how pretty you are?”

#88: Watching them fall in love from afar

#94: “I think I’m in love with you”

Notes: Junhui x gn!reader, fluff, tiny bit of angst, jun is jealous, some language, soonyoung appears for a bit <3, a bit long (~1.8k) i got carried away teehee, food mention

“Ugh– where did I leave my keys?”

Jun pats various pockets in search of his precious keys. He frantically looks in his backpack, successfully finding them thrown in an inner pocket inside the bag. Jun shivers a bit, the cooling autumn air tickling the exposed areas of his skin.

After finally finding the right key, Jun turns the door open and steps in, a small bell jingling to show his entrance. Removing his outside shoes and cozying into his indoor slippers, he takes a deep breath and smiles, flicking the lights on to bring to life his tiny kitty café (as he liked to describe it as, although it was quite spacious). Jun quietly makes his way to the employee lounge and places his belongings into his cubby with his name on it.

˚ ೃ࿔₊•

It was still quite early, the sun barely showing its warm glow amongst the sleeping dull city. Jun quickly got to his feet and scrambled for a broom and mop, tidying up his already clean space. After verifying that every speck of dust was disposed of, he went back into his storage room to place the broom and mop back into their place, then grabbing a box with a variety of cat toys. Making his way into the main empty space of the café, he sets the box down on the coffee table, grabbing a handful of toys and scattering them around the room. A small chime from the front door brings Jun back from his organizing and he turns to see who entered, although he had a feeling at who it could be.

You huff once the door closes, rubbing your hands together to bring warmth to your numbing fingers. Jun smiles once he sees your presence, standing from his crouching position over some cat beds. “Are you cold?” He asks as if it wasn’t very obvious by the way you would shiver from time to time. You remove your outer coats and hold them in your arm while you remove your shoes and put on slippers.

“Freezing– but it's so warm in here so I feel a bit better.” You say as you make your way to the employee lounge, leaving your coat in a small cubby with your name handwritten on it by Jun. You smile at the detail and make your way back to the main room, only to find Jun was no longer there. You turn your head to try to locate Jun until your vision cuts off, leaving you to see complete darkness. Jun’s warm hands cover your eyes, something Jun liked to do to spook you.

“Jun. I know it’s you.” You say nonchalantly, Jun giggling in response behind you. “Have I ever mentioned…” he starts, lowering his voice as he seemed to get closer to your ears, “...how pretty you are?”

You’re left speechless. A sudden confession of attractiveness wasn’t something you were used to, especially not from Jun. You laugh nervously, your palms growing clammy from how your system reacted to Jun’s affectionate choice of words.

Snap out of it. He’s obviously just joking.

Jun’s hands leave your face, suddenly placing hold on your shoulders as you’re forced to turn around. You open your eyes, wincing as you adjust yourself to the bright lights of the room. Jun smiles once he gets your attention once again, about to open his mouth to say something before he’s interrupted by the chime of a bell indicating someone had entered the café.

Soonyoung enters the room, exerting a strong sigh of relief once the warm air of the café meets his cold skin. He hurriedly takes off his outdoor shoes and replaces them with yellow tiger-faced slippers. Jun removes his hands from your shoulders and walks to the table in the center of the main room, sitting on the floor and wiping down its surface mindlessly.

Soonyoung was a new recruit to Pretty Kitty Café and was quite attractive. Jun was struggling to maintain so much within the café when he had a bright idea to ask his friends if they were willing to help. Soonyoung was first to eagerly accept and had started working since. It seemed like you and Soonyoung had gotten fairly close with each other, a bit too much for Jun’s liking.

“Yn! You look a bit worked up. Has Jun been stressing you out already?” He asks with a laugh when he notices the older male turn his attention to the conversation.

You smile in return, feeling your heart flutter with how considerate Soonyoung always seems to be. “No! Not at all. Actually… I’m just wondering when the kitties will get here so we can play with them.” Soonyoung nods in response, walking to the employee lounge to put away his coat. “It’s starting to get cold now, isn’t it? You should dress warmly so you don’t get sick.” Soonyoung almost shouts from the employee lounge. Your smile never fades as you nod to nothing in particular.

Jun almost scoffs. He didn’t want to be mean, but he did not like when Soonyoung would basically flirt with you. Sure, he hasn’t been exactly the most straightforward in showing that he likes you more than friends but that doesn’t mean that Soonyoung could go and try to swoon you over!

You turn to Jun, who had been scrubbing the same spot for about 5 minutes, and walk over. “Hey, did you want to tell me something before Soonie came in?”

Oh wow, so they call him Soonie now? He thinks. He looks up at you and shakes his head. “I forgot… I’ll uh– tell you when I remember!” He smiles and stands up, walking to the kitchen part of the café. He starts to clean the counters and wash the coffee machines as you stand there and watch silently, eyes following to the flex of his arms to show off his strength. You gulp and walk to the seating area to take chairs down and disinfect tables.

Soonyoung, who was watching you ogling Jun the whole time, smiles to himself and walks to the seating area as well. Work is silent for the first hour before the café opens, just sounds of seats scooting and feet pattering the warm floor. The familiar chime of the door rings once more, a young male clearing his throat to bring the attention towards him.

“Is Wen Junhui here?”

He says, his voice husky and deep. Jun raises his hand and walks towards the male.

“Hello, how may I help you?” The male smiles and points towards a small truck outside with the words ‘CATS (Whiskers Ministop)’ written on the side. “I’m here to drop off 7 cats from our care to yours today. I just need your signature here and I’ll do the rest of the work.” He says as Jun eagerly signs and hands the clipboard back to the male.

Once the cats had all settled in, the café was finally ready and Jun turned the open neon sign on. You had taken a seat on a cushion on the floor as you twirled a cat wand around two almost identical young tuxedo cats. They were joyfully playing and catching the feathered end of the wand, laying on their back to bite at the toy. You giggle and awe in response, not noticing Juns stare from the other side of the room.

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Work had been fairly busy. A few customers had even filled forms for adoption, which of course made everyone happy. A sigh falls from your lips as you finish washing all the dishes from those who had ordered before closing. You leave the cup that was in your hands on a small drying rack before hearing the familiar jingle of the front door opening.

Soonyoung yells abruptly and if it weren’t for the chimes, you probably would’ve shit yourself. “I’m gonna go home now! I’ll see you two lovebirds tomorrow!~” He waves his arm excitedly as he scurries out of the café without waiting for a response.

You stare at the empty spot of where Soonyoung stood as his words sink themselves into your head.

Lovebirds?

Your thoughts are interrupted as Jun appears in your line of vision, almost making your heart jump out of your chest from the fright. Jun’s eyes widen when he realizes he had scared you and apologizes profusely.

You manage to smile after catching your breath, holding onto Jun’s forearm for support. Jun bites his lip, seeming to be deep in thought as he examines your facial expressions. You look at him curiously, wondering what he could be up to this time when his voice booms amongst the now quiet café.

“Yn–”

He started, making sure you were paying attention to his words. You nod, urging him to continue.

“Do you recall when I said I would tell you something when I came back to it?” You nod once again, remembering how Soonyoung interrupted by yelling at his entrance.

“Well, I just wanted to tell you that– that… I think I’m in love with you. And I know this probably isn’t the right time or place to tell you this but I hope that you feel the same and–”

“Jun!” You yell, your voice scaring both Jun and the poor kittens that had just gotten comfortable in the silence. “I can tell you’re nervous… that’s okay. I think I feel the same about you.”

Jun stands there silently and you can almost see the buffering occurring in his brain as he processes that you feel the same. When you’re about to speak up again, he wraps his arms around your shoulders and squeezes you in a tight hug, almost as if you were to disappear and never return.

You laugh as he lets go, the smile on his face never fading and only seeming to grow brighter. “So, does this mean you like me too?” He questions, making sure he wasn’t hearing things. You nod brightly and hum, only for Jun to wrap you up in a hug once again.

“You don’t understand how happy this makes me feel– no, how happy you make me feel. And you know what’ll make me even happier? Helping me put all these kitties back to their carriers~”

“Gee, better get to work huh?”

“That’s the spirit!”

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limitlessgojo · 3 years

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Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch 8)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous Chapter: Bird of Flame

Next Chapter: Wait For Me

Tags: Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

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Ayiieee, this is a very big and significant chapter in the story. At 2.6k words it probably is the longest chapter in the book lol. Happy reading uwu. Feel free to yell in the comments^^

Chapter 8: Red Strings of Fate

You brought over the book you had on alternate worlds. It wasn't much help. Talking about how a mirror dimension existed.

Another you is possibly alive in the next universe, but with different circumstances due to a difference in choices made or the environment and all that.

You quickly made your way to the library. Once you arrived, you looked around for Noritoshi. You couldn't find him for the first 5 minutes and thought that he wasn't there yet.

But suddenly two hands placed themselves on either side of your shoulder. You could feel the heat emanating from the body behind you. This feeling… "Noritoshi senpai?"

"Mmmm." You turned around and looked up to see him with a small quirk in his lips. His eyes sparkled with excitement (which was a rare sight to see).

"Come." He led you by your elbow to the desk where books were all spread out. "I did some research and looked into the vision we had on the first day we met." He said as you both took your seats.

"It is possible we had visions of an alternate world. But it's now highly unlikely because of the marks that appeared on our wrists earlier. May I?" He gestured to your hand.

You nodded and handed it to him. He held it so gently, his touch making you shiver slightly. You tried to play it cool, but his eyes shot up to yours and you flushed.

He turned your wrist around to reveal the Phoenix branded on it. It glowed bright red as he stroked it with his thumb. You felt all tingly inside.

He brought out his wrist and put it beside yours. The Phoenix markings were identical in size and shape. But his wasn't glowing yet.

You reached out your hands this time to take his. "May I?" He nodded and you examined his wrist, then ran your thumb over his marking.

As you both expected, it glowed bright red. "So.. what does this mean? For the both of us?" You asked him meekly.

He sighed and took your hands in his. Both of your markings stayed bright red as you held hands. "I've been reading up on soulmates-"

"I know, you took all the books. I couldn't find any when I tried to look it up." You pouted. He chuckled at that. His fingers were now playing and slightly fiddling with yours.

"I think we might still be needing more proof, but this is pretty strong. I asked around the Kamo household as well, and they were able to find out that soulmate bonds are established when red strings actually literally come into existence and bind two people together." Noritoshi continued. He then proceeded to show you all his findings and the books he had so far.

"Hmmmm?? So we are or we aren't?" You pulled back from him, looking confused. "I think we are. My clan has confirmed for me that having past life visions, shared markings, and visible red strings tying two people together makes up a soulmate pair. It seems like we need a bit more time for the strings to manifest." He hummed, reaching over to take your hands into his again.

“Sorry I took time to confirm before I could talk to you about this. It’s been weeks since our first shared vision and I’ve been swamped with clan affairs.” Noritoshi admitted.

You shook your head, “No senpai, I was also doing my research on this. It seems unusual, even for jujutsu sorcerers to have such a shared experience so I could only talk to my family about it. We considered the possibility of seeing an alternate timeline as well, so I couldn’t make any immediate assumptions.”

“You were able to find more than I did though senpai. My parents said soulmates are able to share emotions and possibly thoughts. But that’s rare even for soulmates. I only heard about sharing past life visions, we couldn’t find anything on the marks and red strings. Real soulmates are so rare and interesting; they are said to give birth to children with powerful cursed techniques." You mused while linking and unlinking your fingers through his.

You both stared down at your hands, fingers entwined with each other, marks glowing a low red. It felt warm to hold his hand in yours. Noritoshi was so careful, cradling and caressing your fingers like they were made of glass. His hands were much bigger than yours.

"Thinking that far ahead already? I would like a baby boy." Noritoshi looked at you with a mischievous look in his eyes. You pushed at his chest. "Who said anything about wanting children?"

He looked at you with the most gentle eyes only reserved for you. "Only time will tell what happens, dear y/n."

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The next day, your fellow first years gathered around you (ambushed you??) before the start of class. “Y/n, is something going on between you and Noritoshi?” Mai asked.

“Ahhh uhmm no nothing really.” You were lying through the skin of your teeth here, with the secret of the century literally branded on your skin. “Awwwww, and I thought you looked cute together.” Miwa gushed with a smile.

Mechamaru felt oddly out of place with the girl’s gossip, but he still spoke up “Kamo san seems to favor you from what I see. But hey that’s just me.”

You blushed and sputtered out. Curse you and your honest demeanour. “No, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Hmmmmmmm” Mai stared at you from upclose, seemingly trying to psychoanalyse you. “We’ll see who’s right with time.”

You just laughed nervously, shaking her off. “Mai chan, you’ve been watching too many dramas. I’ll watch one with you later.” And with that you’ve successfully managed to distract your fellow first years into talking about having a movie night. Whew.

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Days passed and still no red strings appeared. You and Noritoshi agreed to take things slow as this is both incredibly new to you. But you had something else to look forward to.

You were finally assigned to your first mission. Luckily (or not? Thanks to Utahime’s suspicions over your relationship) Noritoshi was chosen to accompany you to exorcise a group of 2nd grade curses together.

The night was dark. Now that you’re both out in the forest, the distant lights from the city started to dim. “Watch your step.” Noritoshi warned you. You giggled at him and flew above the branches as he stared slightly affronted. “You should watch your step, Noritoshi senpaiii~,” you sing-songed.

‘How could she have such a cheerful disposition at a time like this?’ he wondered. “Stay close to me.” He ordered. Now knowing that you were a Special Class Jujutsu sorcerer definitely didn’t help his ego in wanting to show off a bit. But he can show it through years of experience.

You smiled at his protectiveness and hovered near him, holding onto his sleeve as usual. Suddenly a black mass came hurtling towards the two of you. Noritoshi prepped his bow and arrows, while you stopped its movement.

You brought it close to you and examined it. "Looks toxic." You said. A screech caught your attention and Noritoshi launched an arrow towards the source of the sound.

The Grade 2 curse jumped out of the shadows, shrieking out loudly causing both of your ears to hurt. It had fast movements, tossing out globs of toxic sludge while rapidly moving through the woods.

You placed one arm around Noritoshi's chest, while the other stretched out towards the grade 2 curse, blocking off all the attacks. “While I’m with you, the attacks won’t reach us senpai. I’ll cover the entirety of our defense.”

Noritoshi smiled and easily manipulated his arrows to hit the curse. It disappeared in a flash. You both turned and smiled at each other. “Well done my dear.” He said.

“You were amazing as well, senpai! But I sense more cursed spirits up ahead. We need to have a look.” You sighed, to which he agreed. You both moved forward until you came to a clearing, which led to a cliff with a sheer drop.

The stench of cursed spirits was almost unbearable, and two more came out rushing at the both of you. They seemingly appeared from the ground, but you noticed how they moved with the shadows.

You quickly pulled out your twin blades and cut one with ease. Noritoshi stayed right behind you, guarding your back as he forced back the other curse with his blood manipulation.

In all the confusion, a massive curse loomed over Noritoshi. It was definitely a grade 1 curse at least, which both of you were not expecting. It had the shape and body of a scorpion, but the face of a white tiger with long blood-red fangs.

It reared up, running towards Noritoshi. So your body acted on pure instinct. “Extension cursed technique: Niflheim”, you froze the curse then rushed towards it.

You tackled the cursed spirit without thinking and plunged your twin swords through its gut while slipping off the edge of the cliff. It faded out of existence as you plunged down.

All your life, you’ve been this carefully crafted, logical, and steady person that is built from hard work and experience.

And yet all of that just flew out of the window when you saw Noritoshi in possible danger. As you fell down, you could hear Noritoshi screaming for your name.

You tried to lift your body with your cursed technique. You slowly gained traction upwards, until red strands of blood wrapped around you.

"Blood Manipulation: Crimson Binding!" Noritoshi chanted and reached down to quickly pull you up. You landed on the hard ground and he released his technique as soon as you were in the clear.

"Are you insane?! Pushing it and jumping off the cliff to exorcise it?! There are so many other ways to take it down with your technique. And I could have dealt with binding it before exorcising it! Why on earth?" Noritoshi gasped out.

He was absolutely livid, red faced and eyes wide open. And that was a major understatement. You just sat on the ground, shell shocked at your own actions and at the way he was yelling your head off.

You messed up big time, and you know this because Noritoshi never raises his voice towards you.

"Why did you risk your life for me?! I could have handled that. And you don't even know me." Noritoshi’s voice was growing hoarse. You felt your throat close up and body tense. It felt like he punched you in the gut. He wasn't entirely wrong. You just met him, and you already put your life at risk to save the man.

But his words stung. They echoed in your mind and heightened your insecurities. It was like he was putting an invisible wall between the both of you. 'You don't know me.' 'I thought I did, or at least it felt like we did with each other'.

Realising that you stayed silent, you looked up at him to see his angry expression growing into something else, like worry.

You quickly smoothed yourself over. "No, apparently I don't. I’m sorry for not knowing you." But you didn't apologise for saving him. That's one thing you would never apologise for. Because that's one of your duties.

A flash of regret appeared across his face. Noritoshi came close to you and took your hands in his and looked into your eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the red strings that burst forth from your joined hands.

You stared in wonder as they wrapped around both your shoulders and bodies to bind you close to each other. You flushed as you stared up at him agape. His eyes were focused on the moving and glowing threads around the two of you before he turned to look at you.

Your eyes met once more and you were thrown into another vision.

"My love, how are you feeling?" A man was sitting beside your bed. You had bandages on your arms and everything felt so heavy. “I’m much better, as a matter of fact I think I could go out right now and get some sunshine.” You smiled.

The man gave the most exasperated sigh, "You're far too reckless. Testing your luck every time. Please, let me protect you and stay by your side."

“Yes yes. Of course, I will always stay by your side. And protect you."

"Protecting me shouldn't entail giving your life up for me. We stay alive together." He said angrily.

"Okay. It's okay." You soothed the man. "We will survive." You whispered as he leaned down to catch your lips tenderly in his.

For all his stoic behaviour, he kissed you so lovingly. Rubbing your back and patting your head softly. You turned to bury your face in the crook of his neck and pressed a deep kiss there.

"Read me a story." You asked him after a period of silence.

He brought out your favorite novel about a Princess who was sent down as a blessing from the Moon. Her father found her inside a bamboo shoot.

She was to live the life of a human, but eventually had to go back up to the heavens.

Unfortunately, she loved her human parents who spoiled her and raised her like a princess. And parting with them was terribly painful.

"I don't know why you enjoy such a depressing story." He sighed after he had finished. His lashes were so long that they were almost resting on his cheekbones.

"It's because their love is beautiful. The love that the daughter had for her parents. The love she had on earth, before she forgot everything and had to return to the moon." You dreamily explained.

He smiled. "Ever such a romantic, my love. I should do better in our relationship to please you."

You snorted, "No you've done well. It is fine as we are." You elbowed him jokingly.

But he turned to you so seriously, "I love you so much, my dear. You don't-"

The vision ends abruptly before the man could end his sentence. Your arms were now wrapped around Noritoshi's waist and his were around yours. You simply stared at each other for a while.

"Noritoshi senpai… so it's true, you're my other half." You murmured. Your pinkies were linked by the red flowing thread.

He hugged you tightly. "Yeah. And you're mine."

Everything was very quiet. You felt his nervousness, but it felt right. To hold him in your arms like this. It was like you found a piece to yourself that was missing all your life.

Noritoshi carefully brushed away the hair from your face, before leaning down to press his slightly shaky lips against your cheek. It was such a sweet gesture that you leaned to it.

You both were clearly out of your element. The idea of being in a relationship was very new to you. You've never dated before, but all the sudden the heavens dropped your soulmate right into your lap.

"Don't ever do that again." He said, lips brushing against your cheek.

You blinked. "What?"

"I won't blame you for trying to protect me. But think properly and don't be reckless when you act. I'm capable and strong as well. I don't want you to get hurt." He said.

His earlier words came rushing back to you. ‘You don’t know me.’ Your heart dropped. But you replied, "Okay Senpai."

He pulled you up as the red strings faded from view, "Let's patrol the area to make sure everything is clear then head back."

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domthedevil · 3 years

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A Day at the Beach 3/3

Diavolo takes f!mc to the beach for a special reason, but it seems they aren’t meant to spend the day all alone like they had planned.

Warnings: female mc, mentions of female anatomy, lingerie

Later that night, the brothers followed you over to the same inn you had all shared. The beautiful, classic onsen hotel made you nostalgic for another time, another place. But you were too overwhelmed with joy to be here and now with your favorite demons. You and Diavolo had a room to yourselves at the end of the hall. But of course there wasn’t any chance you’d get your alone time so soon.

“BlackJack!” Mammon yelled at the top of his lungs, throwing the small stack of cards in his hands down on a pile of grimm.

“Mammon! You ass!” Levi groaned as he straightened out the limited addition tiger Ruri-chan poker cards his brother threw so carelessly.

“I give up. You’re cheating some how and I refuse to keep playing.” Satan huffed.

You of course congratulated Mammon on his victory while simultaneously comforting the prince of Devildom. Diavolo was playing his first round of blackjack and loving it. But losing over and over again definitely wore on his spirit.

“Don’t worry Diavolo, I’ll let you take your time paying me back all that Grimm.” Mammon practically sang.

“Mammmmooooon.” The doors practically rattled as Lucifer stood behind him.

Turns out, Diavolo didn’t lose all those rounds after all...

But despite that, Diavolo was having a great time. Finally being able to indulge in his greatest desire, being part of the group. And it was thanks to you. Letting him in to your heart made it so the brothers opened up theirs. The warm atmosphere felt like a gift only you could have given him.

Pulling himself away from the hot pot Beel and Asmo set up, Belphie came to sit next to you, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Beel ate all the good stuff...now I’m too tired to eat.”

The youngest demon grumbled as he pouted slightly. Patting his head, you laughed a little. Even the youngest brother knew he had a friend in the human Diavolo adored so much.

“And I’m just tired...” Levi yawned as he rested on his side next to you and Belphie.

It wasn’t long before almost everyone was out cold, snoring and dreaming peacefully on the spread out futons. All except Lucifer, Diavolo, and you. Instead the three of you watched the brothers sleeping soundly a moment before softly closing the door. You all walked toward the room you and Diavolo shared, Lucifer unnecessarily apologizing for his brothers. The prince couldn’t have enjoyed his day more in all honesty. Seeing what your family was like, how much you were truly loved by everyone was exactly what he needed to see. This was what he needed to finally seal his decision.

“MC! I need to speak to Lucifer a moment, would you mind going ahead?”

“Oh, sure. Good night Lucifer.” You smiled brightly for the eldest brother.

“Good Night MC, sweet dreams.” Even Lucifer managed to meet your smile with a soft one of his own.

Closing the door behind you, you prepared the futon and dressed down for bed. It had been a fun day. Though a little frustrating. But hopefully that would be remedied tonight, especially since Diavolo got the room farthest from anyone else’s. The thought brought the heat back to your cheeks.

Diavolo had been so playful with everyone today. It was great to see how well the brothers accepted him as part of you now that you had been romantically involved for some time now. You thought about how much you loved him. How soft Diavolo always seemed to be when you u were around. How much he wanted to love and be loved. And of course how much you wanted to give him. Sitting on the futon, you waited patiently to give Diavolo a little surprise of your own. For now it waited under a short robe from the shower.

It took a few moments before Diavolo came in to the room finally. You heard him audibly gulp as he fixated on your bare legs and short robe. Your smile spread from ear to ear.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” He seemed nervous, something you hadn’t seen in a long while.

“It’s okay. Come here...” you gave your best seductive voice, wanting him to take you as soon as possible.

Slowly he removed his robes, dressing down to join you on the soft blankets. The mood shifted quickly, especially when his large hands cupped your cheek gently. But there was a glimmer in his eye that stopped you from fully falling under his spell. Something welling up inside him.

“MC...I have something to ask you. And if I don’t do it now...I’m afraid I might never do it.”

You were a little startled by how suddenly he pulled away slightly. His hand stayed on your cheek as he furrowed his brow.

“I’ve been watching you all day.” He paused a moment, trying to put his thoughts in order. “I’ve been watching only you. For a long time.” The pad of his thumb gently grazed your cheek as his voice softened.

“I didn’t bring you here to fall in love with you. But I did. And I don’t know if I can stand the idea of being without you.”

He rolled over so that he hovered above you, closing the distance between your lips for a gentle kiss. Something to help calm his nerves.

“I’ll give you any ring you want...but I can offer you so much more.” There was a long pause before he spoke again, he was caught up in watching the glassy look in your eyes as a tear began to bloom. “Marry me, MC. Bear the mark of my pact...and be my queen.”

Your heart almost gave out. His words echoing in your head as if it were the only words you’d ever heard. The quivering of your bottom lip worried him a moment. But was quickly relieved when he felt your arms wrap around his neck.

“I love you Diavolo. Yes! Of-of course I will.” The rolling tears were warm against the prince’s cheek. Yours and his mixing as you both joyously embraced.

The small robe you had been hiding under was tossed to the side, revealing the perfect gift for the perfect moment. Diavolo’s corruption kink turned you on more than you’d like to admit. But feeding into it always gave him the same look in his eye. A look that practically made you wet with one look. The delicate lace of the white lingerie decorating your skin was traced with fingers almost too scared to break a thread.

“Diavolo...” your moan pulled his attention away from the lace between your legs, and the feel of every strap against your soft skin. He’d been mindlessly teasing you as he obsessed over his love for your body. Worshipping your delicate body the way it deserved.

“MC...I love you.”

Moving the thin fabric aside, Diavolo admired the way your entrance clenched around nothing. Like it was wordlessly begging for him to enter. His cock twitched at the sight.

“Sh-show me. M-make me your queen.” Your voice shook as you spoke but your heart fluttered with love.

Rubbing the tip of his thick length against your slick, he rutted his hips against your clit. You kissed him roughly as one of his hands dipped below the cup of your bra. Twisting and teasing your nipple as he pressed inside you. Filling you up and stretching you wide open.

“Nngh! So big...” your whine made him press further, sheathing himself completely before pausing a moment. Your eyes squeezed shut as your body adjusted to his size.

“Look into my eyes MC...”

You followed his command, peering at him through lidded eyes. Your breath was already heavy and uneven as he sat still inside you. Locking eyes, you almost melted at the look he gave you. Passing along his pact as he slowly moved inside you. You could feel it surround you as pleasure built in your core. Though his movements were slow and sensual, he still managed to reach the very spot that drove you insane.

Once the glow from his magic faded, Diavolo sighed with lust. Now he was yours. Now you were his. And even if there was no ring or ceremony, he would love you until the very end.

Heated lips left yours bruised as he rocked his hips, moving faster as he held you close. Your lips found refuge against his neck, nipping and biting at him as he began drilling into you.

“You’re all mine MC....You’re all mine.”

Your small arms wrapped around him as best they could. Your thighs pressed against his sides. Anything and everything to help brace yourself against his thrusting dick.

“I’m all yours.” You parroted through moans and whimpers of pleasure. “I want you to mark me every way you can.”

A quiet curse slipped as he snapped his hips into you. Still aiming for that place in your core that would send you over the edge.

“I’m-I’m cumming...D! I’m cumming.”

“Good MC. Cum. Cum around my cock.”

A small hiccup left you as your body convulsed. Gripping around his girth and pulsing with pleasure. Yet his hips never faulted.

“That’s so good. But I can’t cum yet...!” His lips stole yours for a deep kiss. Tongue stealing the last of your shaking moans. “I owe you for the interruptions today...”

Flipping you over, the prince tore away the lingerie you’d worn especially for him. You were in for a long night. And an even longer marriage with the one and only leader of Devildom. You let Diavolo take you over and over again that night. Ecstatic about the future you two had ahead of you.

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Hi! ^^ I had an idea for the requests if u have the time, what do you think how would Dazatsu react to meeting Beast!Dazatsu? Like Dazai meeting Beast!Atsu and Atsushi meeting Beast!Dazai? It can be headcanons or oneshot, whatever you like more! Thank uu so much for your answer! ♡

I’ll Wait for You.

Atsushi pov

Canon! Atsushi was struck by an ability user who can change someone’s reality and switched places with Beast! Atsushi

Canon! Dazatsu are dating

But Beast! Dazatsu …Will u could say they have a rough relationship

“Where…am I?”

Atsushi was lying on a very cold and hard floor and was too exhausted to lift himself up to see where the heck he was.

So he started to crawl and adjusted himself with the closest tree he could find. After that, he started to blink several times and rub his eyes to see his surroundings. Once his vision was cleared he could see better now he sighed heavily and started to look around him.

There were very dull and boring looking buildings, some are fallen down, there were blood puddles every inch of this place, the atmosphere gave Atsushi a shiver all the way down his spine, he started to massage his temple to calm down and to remember at the same time what the heck happened to him, the last thing he could remember was that he was chasing after an ability user that can change anyone’s reality.

Atsushi activated his own ability to catch up with him, but he was too focused that he didn’t notice the sniper that was on a building watching him the whole time, before Atsushi could react he was shot in the shoulder, the bullet was made from a very heavy metal material that Atsushi was having a hard time to heal it quickly, but before he knew it he was surrounded by a blue glow and got smacked in the head with a wooden stick and lost consciousness.

Atsushi winced from the bad memory and started to massage his head to soothe down the pain and he looked up again and said with a hint of fright “This place looks familiar yet…different.”

“There he is!” Someone yelled. Atsushi jumped and started to look around him, panicking “Get him before he runs off again!” Another one continued.

‘Gotta activate the tiger and run quickly!’ But…unfortunately, exhaustion was taking over his body plus the healing process was so slow Atsushi’s eyes widened, and gritted his teeth with frustration until a rough hand grabbed him by the hair and said: “you’re not going anywhere kitten.”

Believe me when I say if Atsushi knew what the hell was going on in the first place he wouldn’t be beaten up so badly and got dragged by rough hands and now currently standing in front of a large office door.

“Boss, we brought him,” said one of the men who were holding onto Atsushi. Inside a familiar and gentle yet cold voice called out which made Atsushi widen his eyes “why, please do come in.”

Thankfully, because of the tiger, he was half-healed and could adjust his vision so when he looked up he looked straight into the familiar Hazel honey-like eye…'wait one…eye?’

“O-Osamu…san?”

One brown eye widened with surprise and Atsushi swore that he saw a glow in it “HAAAH????! First, you called the boss with his last name now with his given damn name???!!!! You are being disrespectful to the Port Mafia boss here, asshole!!” A red glow surrounded Atsushi which caught him off guard. He was so focused on the man who was sitting that he didn’t notice the other man who was…

“Ch-chuuya-san?” Atsushi squeaked “It’s NAKAHARA don’t you fucking forget that, know your position” Chuuya barked.

Atsushi was so confused, he thought that he was friends with Chuuya and the reason for that was because “I want someone to agree with me that the damn mackerel is fucking annoying” but now the situation is one hundred percent different because…

“Port Mafia Boss?” Atsushi whispered confused, shocked, scared all these kinds of emotions were in his soul right now.

That was a very genuine and concerned question but to Chuuya… “Playing dumb, eh? Well-” he was about to crush Atsushi into the ground with his gravity, but he was cut off by a raised gloved hand, and Chuuya got quite immediately “Chuuya…” a gentle and silky voice started: “How many times do I have to tell you that you can be as stubborn as wanna be to any of your subordinates but to Atsushi-kun…” his eye landed on Atsushi again which gave Atsushi goosebumps “..He is mine” he finished that sentence with resting his elbows on the table knitted his fingers together, and rested his chin on top of it he looked at Atsushi with a very soft expression yet hint of mischief.

“So could you leave us alone so we can have a little chit chat Chuuya~?” Chuuya looked at him with disbelief but obeyed anyway “Tch whatever” he looked at Atsushi and said: “Listen here weretiger I don’t know what kind of fucking game you’re playing but I’ll tell you one thing…” he went up to Atsushi with big steps and once he was right in front of him, he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and said with a very stern tone of voice and dead eyes: “I want to kill him with my own hands, got it?” Atsushi was shivering like a very wet and cold kitten but nodded stiffly, Chuuya shoved him harshly but Atsushi caught his balance quickly.

And so, Chuuya got out with the two men who were watching the whole thing in silence and slammed the door behind him.

Atsushi stood there and looked anywhere but that one hazel eye…

The man sighed loudly and said: “Ah this chibi is so complicated, times he would beat anyone who would insult me and times he wants my head as a room decor…” he laughed softly and looked at Atsushi with wonder “don’t you think?”

Atsushi stiffened, he has no idea how to respond to that, especially when he already has an idea of who the heck that is. He isn’t stupid he knows that that person is his…boyfriend. He isn’t sure if the Atsushi in this reality was dating Dazai…yet something in his heart tells him that he wants to be with Dazai happily in every reality but in this one…ugh! It’s so complicated since Atsushi has no idea what reality this is!

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard clothes rustling and the sound of the chair screeching. When he looked up he saw the man started walking towards him, his heart dropped. “Not responding, eh? Well…I wasn’t really really gonna wait…you could say my patience is very limited” he said that with a very silky voice 'Is his voice like this in every reality?? God, please help…’

Every step forward from the man, there was a step back from Atsushi “Something tells me that you aren’t the Atsushi-kun that I know since y'know…” he gestured to his clothes no long black jacket, nor spiked collar “and also…” he was getting close and closer, and before Atsushi knew it he was backed onto the door “…my Atsushi-kun doesn’t call me 'Osamu-san’”

Panic was rushing through his veins, his head was pounding really loudly, his ears were blocked, all his focus was on the man who was right in front of him. If you think Dazai was terrifying in Atsushi’s reality… what do you think about this current Dazai who was 1 inch away from Atsushi’s face…

He decided to speak up: “Um…uh…I- I can explain…if you want me that is…” Dazai kept silent which was a sign for Atsushi to continue, he gulped and proceeded. “I uh…I got struck by an ability user…so I believe that I switched places with Atsushi in this reality…” 'God, someone, ANYONE please get me out of here …’

Dazai blinked once, twice, before laughing so loudly that it was echoing throughout the building "HA HAH HAH!!!! I…oh my… I never KNEW Atsushi-kun had a good sense of humor!“ Atsushi blinked he couldn’t believe that the Port Mafia boss laughing his socks off while Atsushi was dying from fear but… something in his heart was aching and he couldn’t help it but to change his expression from being scared of him to staring at Dazai with wonder and before he knew it…"Gosh, I really missed your laugh Osamu-san…” Dazai stopped laughing and stiffened, Atsushi on the other hand, when he realized what the heck he just said, slapped his own mouth and his face was probably beat red and averted his eyes 'Goddammit Atsushi get yourself together you are in another reality!!!’

“Um…I-I am t-truly s-sorry…” 'Can you shut up for one second??!!’ When he glanced up, he saw that Dazai was already looking at him, and cleared his throat and said: “My, my, I never knew Atsushi-kun would be this straight forward but then again…” he bent down and he so so close to Atsushi’s face and continued:“ You are not my Atsushi-kun.”

Atsushi didn’t know if his face could get any redder because right now his face was about to explode “D-dazai-san…“ he said in a whisper.

"No, no, no, Atsushi-kun…” he tipped Atsushi’s chin to look at him straight into his eye and continued: “Wasn’t it 'Osamu-san’ just now?”

The heat was crawling in his neck to his face and his face was probably redder than a tomato and now that he was up close he could see things much clearer details, and he was kinda avoiding close contact because one: Dazai has one eye covered which he really doesn’t want to see because it will only remind him of horrible stories that Dazai told him about his past, two: Black suit and dark expression are also things he never saw in his Dazai but it's kinda hot if he was being honest though and three…This isn’t his Dazai !

He tried pushing him away by adding both hands onto Dazai’s chest, pushing lightly, and avoiding his eye and started to say with a very tiny and shy voice: “I-I am so sorry but I really have to go…” “ go where exactly?” Dazai interrupted. 'To my real Dazai obviously’ but when he was about to respond Dazai cupped both his cheeks and his face was getting closer and closer and closer until…

The window was slammed open that startled both men, but eventually, Atsushi widened his eyes when he saw a familiar trench coat ruffling, and shining emerald bolo tie, and both hazel, honey-like eyes looking straight at him full of concern.

Atsushi would be lying if say he didn’t miss his Dazai and how much he wanted to hold him close, but what he misses the most was the voice that would call out for him…

“Atsushi!”

Pls let me know if u would pt.2 of Dazai’s pov^^

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