#was hoping to add other elements too but it just looked too busy so :

[b0nten]

IT’S YOU AND ME AGAINST THE WORLD (THE CRUEL ONE I’VE DRAGGED YOU INTO)

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ kakucho takes you to meet his family. or, the closest thing he has to one, besides the one made by you two.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ FIRST KAKUCHO FIC WOHOOOOO. timestamps may be a little off so yeah. sorry4dat. anon i hope you like it!

today is the day.

straightening your clothes with your palms, your eyes scan your body in the mirror.

“i thought i told you something casual was enough?” a shirtless figure emerges from down the hallway of the apartment, toned muscles flexing as he stretches.

“and i thought i told you you should ditch the blue and go natural, kaku.” you sarcastically answer, turning to him.

he’s got an amused expression painted across his face, eyes softly laid on you and mouth corners sewn into a delicate upward smile.

“so you really hate my aegean blue hair that much?” he jokes again, and, as if teleporting himself, emerges from nothing next to you.

“that’s not true, after all, this aegean blue is the one that charmed me the second time around, but your natural hair color is beautiful, and you know that!” by fake-punching his chest you earn a laugh, “i’ll dress casually when you stop dyeing your hair!”

“alright, alright,” he muses, “are you ready to go?”

“shouldn’t you get dressed first, princess?” you question back, stressing the second word and inspecting his ‘outfit’. “you look handsome like this, gotta give it to you, but i’d like ti think i’m the only woman that gets to see you like this.”

“shoot, you’re right.” he laughs as he grabs the neatly laid out shirt from a nearby chair, “what would i do without you?” he asks, awarding you with a forehead kiss.

“go to work half-naked, apparently..” you fake a disapproving head-shake and make way to the door. “i’m gonna wait in the car, try to not be late, please.” you warn, jingling his car keys in your right hand.

“yes ma’am.” kakucho fakes a military greeting rushing to the bathroom to brush his hair.

✣ ✣ ✣

looking at the high building in front of you, you let out a shaky breath.

“you ready?” kaku asks, blue hair shining in the hot summer sun.

in response, you only hum a weak ‘mhm’, accompanied by a slight nod. you ponder — are you really ready? — you know what kakucho does for a job, he’s a mafioso. not only that, but he’s the no. 3 of japan’s most feared crime syndicate. if every single one of his coworkers is as serious as your kaku is whenever he talks business on the phone (which happens very rarely, as he values his time at home and with you more than drug deals and murders) then you’re screwed, to put it lightly.

“hey, c’mon,” he looks at you, face contorting into a goofy grin, “you really don’t have to be nervous. they look scary but each one is dumber than the other, i promise you. you’ll like them, and they’ll like you.”

his reassuring words tug at your heartstrings a bit, and warm your worry-frozen heart just enough to get it to pump blood again. so, you take a deep breath and nod again, only this time, confidently.

“let’s do this.” with the corner of your eye, you see kakucho smile proudly, before stretching out his arm, allowing you to loop your’s through.

you enter the building: the lobby is cool and and feels so much better than the scorching heat of the outside. the decor is nice, it brings a certain richness to the place, with accents of gold and spanish oak and baroque elements here and there. it’s not flashy, and certainly not like any other japanese office tower interior you’ve seen before.

your heels smack against the macael marble as you allow yourself to admire the interior.

“ran redesigned this whole place when we bought it.” having observed you until now, kakucho chimes in with some fun facts.

“he really has the eye for art.” you add, and watch his eyes light up as he presses the elevator button.

“and he’s quite the snob too. god forbid we touch his montblanc pens or he goes apeshit.”

“oh, kaku…” you can only sigh as he bursts out laughing. “i really don’t know what to expect from you guys.”

he calms down his laughter before entering the lift, “and that’s just the beginning.”

the elevator ride is long, their offices being the second to last floor, which is not so bad as kakucho gets to tell you more about the guys.

“the pink mullet with the piercings is sanzu. he’s quite… eccentric, sometimes.. even uhm..” kaku swallows, uncertain if he should say more, but sure enough that this slip-up may cause you some fright.

“sometimes what, kakucho?” you urge him to continue his sentence.

“well, he can be scary or creepy sometimes. but just sometimes. other than that, he’s a dumbass.” your boyfriend scratches the back of his head, almost relieved. “he’s also no. 2.

as you know, I, your handsome boyfriend is no. 3, while the advisor is takeomi, sanzu’s brother. he really likes trench coats for some reason, so he’ll probably be wearing one today. he’s got a long scar on the right side of his face. oh, yeah, and sanzu also has two scars at the corners of his lips.”

“two down, five more to go, including montblanc guy.” you comment, leaving kakucho somewhat surprised.

“ye— wait, how do you know?” confused, his head darts in your direction.

“by paying attention to your phone calls, during conversations and doing some simple maths.” you reply, sarcastically.

“oh, my beloved einstein.” he kisses the crown of your head gently, “yeah, we have montblanc guy, ran, and his younger brother rindou. ran has short hair, black and pink and rindou also has a mullet, blue and purple. and they both have the tattoo on their necks.

then there’s mochi. well behaved guy, but his beard almost makes him look like an npc or the daiso version of a pimp. he’s the guy with the jumbo dumplings i told you about!”

“oh, that’s mochi! good to know, good to know!” you reply, just as excited as he is.

“and last but not least we have koko. he’s got really long blonde hair and a… unique hairstyle. his tattoo is on his head.

i think that makes them all.”

“are you not forgetting someone?” you quirk up a brow and kakucho mimics you. “maybe… that mikey guy? your leader?” you finally ask, long pauses between each word.

“it’ll be easy for you to see which one’s mikey once he enters the room. but don’t be fooled! he’s tougher than he looks.”

you nod and run through the information one last time before the elevator light pings and the door opens. you step onto a soft carpet, kakucho right next to you, eager to explain more about his workplace.

“we each have our own offices but usually meet in the conference room, where we do most of the work. for separate tasks we use our own spaces, tho. mine is… right here!” the turns left and points to a black door. it’s not hard to see it’s his thanks to the nameplate.

“across from mine is sanzu’s and the one behind us is mikey’s. over here is akashi takeomi, just beside the elevator is mochi, across from his is the conference room, and then there’s kokonoi’s, and the haitanis’ offices towards the end of the hall.”

you would’ve liked to see how the offices looked, being sure kakucho’s was just as neat as he keeps the one at home, interested in the older haitani’s the most, to be frank. you could’ve bet money he also took charge of the floor’s design, this time more simple and elegant than the ground one. muted colors, different textures and simple paintings; the guy really seems to know what he’s doing, maybe he should ditch organized crime and do interior design.

“let’s get this over with.” you turn over to kakucho, who’s just looking around, as if it’s also his first time visiting the place. when he hears you, he smiles, and takes small steps toward the conference room, hand still looped through yours.

you un-loop your arm from his, resting it on his shoulder as he opens the door. he enters, aegean fringe bouncing with every small step. you come in just behind him.

analyzing the room, you really can’t believe these are japan’s most feared:

ran is filing his nails. next to him, legs propped up on the table, is his brother, playing a video game on his phone, occasionally hissing as his eyebrows twitch in frustration.

across from them is sanzu, pink mullet covered by a long white towel, dripping on the wool carpet. just beside him is his older brother, takeomi, wearing a tan trench-coat. he’s reading — you rub your eyes to be sure you’re seeing everything exactly as it is — a guide to becoming a multi-millionaire through bitcoin.

mochi is doing paperwork, and koko — god have fucking mercy on their souls — is reading the same book as takeomi.

“can you close the fucking— ” the younger haitani bangs his fists against the table in a fit of rage, freezing completely when he sees you. “oh my god, it’s the lady whose picture he keeps on his desk! KOKO GIVE ME MY FUCKING MONEY YOU MOTHERFUCKER HE HAS AN ACTUAL FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!” he grabs his hair while pushing past every chair to get to the mentioned, disturbing ran in the process.

“rindou, try to look whenever you’re running around like a wild boar, i hurt my nail when you pushed me!” his brother accuses, but rindou is long gone.

when he gets to koko, he’s met with a book in his face.

“i’m not giving you jackshit, bitch!”

“come on man, you can’t go back now! we had a bet!” he whines and pleads, but koko is nowhere near turning his decision around.

all of a sudden, rindou kicks koko’s chair, sending him flying into mochi.

the bearded man looks up from his papers distraught, an evil look in his eyes.

“do you even know how long it took me to convince this corn company to deliver corn directly to my house?” he asks, and both shake their heads no. “do you have any idea how long it took me to write this goddamn ‘thank you’ letter?” he asks again, and they both shake their heads again. “THEN ARE YOU TWO GOING TO WRITE IT AGAIN FOR ME BECAUSE YOU JUST MADE ME THROW AWAY A MONTH’S WORTH OF CALLIGRAPHY CLASSES?” this time, they nod.

from the left, sanzu groans.

“CAN YOU FUCKERS STOP SCREAMING? MY HEADACHE IS GETTING WORSE.” he roars, ripping the towel off his face, ready to jump out of his chair. thankfully, takeomi holds him back.

“i think you should all calm down. this is no way to greet the lady.” he says as he closes his book and stands up, bowing to you from afar. “akashi takeomi, bonten’s advisor. nice to meet you.” he says, smiling slightly.

“thank you takeomi.” kakucho starts “this is y/n, my girlfriend, just like rindou has correctly observed.” he shoots the man a judging look, “we’ve been dating for a little shy of, what? nine years now?” he looks at you and smiles, and you give an approving note, signaling he has gotten the time right, “she wanted to meet you all, so i brought her here.”

he steps forward, stretching out his hand toward you. you take it and follow him, nearing the guys on the left side.

“y/n f/l. nice to meet you, everyone. i hope we can get along well. i heard lots about you.” you take your turn and bow, looking at every single one of the guys as you speak.

every one of them continues with the introduction, except for takeomi, since he had already done it while lecturing the guys.

kakucho pulls a chair out from under the table and gestures you to sit. he sits down next to you and surprisingly, the boys are all eager to talk as soon as they get the possibility to.

rindou and koko apologize for their behavior and you just shrug it off with a laugh, reassuring them smilingly that it was funny. you compliment ran’s interior design skills to which he seems very grateful and laugh with mochi, hinting that you know about the jumbo dumpling incident. sanzu compliments your ear piercing setup and asks you about some more jewelry and you offer to go with him shopping sometime, and bond with takeomi over your shared interest of the sengoku period, finding out that he shares the same birthday with his idol, samurai akechi mitsuhide.

everything is going smoothly, when all of a sudden, the door flies open, every one of the executives jumping up in an instant, with you closely behind. when they bow, you do the same, although you didn’t get to see who came in.

when you all pull your heads up again, the short blonde who has entered looks at you puzzled.

“who are you?” he tilts his head to the left, analyzing you carefully.

“mikey, this is y/n, my girlfriend. i brought her to meet everyone!” kakucho explains instantly, and watches him approach you.

“you… you’re the one … that makes those cute bento boxes for kakucho?” he asks, serious look plastered on his face.

unable to control your excitement for your work being recognized, you beam up, hands clasping each other happily: “yes! that’s me!”

as if he wasn’t the ruthless leader he is, mikey’s eyes widen with the childish love for food he’s had forever.

“do you think…,” he starts off shy, unusual for him, “but only if you have the time, do you think you could also make one for me?” the head of bonten inquires, eagerly awaiting your response.

ever so flattered, you smile so hard you can barely see anymore, screeching out in a delighted tone.

“of course!” you’re amped, ready to cook fifty bento boxes because of how happy you are, “do you have any allergies or themes you like?”

as if having been offered a million dollars, mikey answers you enthusiastically, “i don’t like spicy food, and… i like omurice, and if you could add a mini- flag on top, please…” he says, hands meeting behind his back.

“of course!” you affirm, high on the rush of dopamine and continue asking mikey about how he’d like his bento boxes. he himself feels like a kid in a candy store.

the rest of the guys are left dumbfounded, kakucho’s mouth having hit the floor long time ago already.

he picks it back up when mikey interrupts his own conversation.

“i’m sorry to cut it short, y/n-san, but we should start the meeting. we can discuss after it more, if you want!” he apologizes, subliminally saying he wants to talk about these upcoming bentos more with you.

“that’s alright, and of course!” you smile again, “kaku, i’m heading to your office!” and turn around to face your red-faced boyfriend.

“of course, i’ll see you there after we’re done.” he smiles, nodding, assuringly.

“kakucho, does she know where your office is? are you not gonna walk her?” mikey intervenes and before kaku can say anything else, he offers himself to guide you to your lover’s workroom.

“take your places, guys, we’ll start when i come back.” the blonde orders, closing the door behind him.

“looks like boss is gonna steal your girl, kaku.” sanzu teases his subordinate, while ran makes kissy noises and coos ‘kaku’ in the background.

“wait…” rindou interrupts abruptly, “you said you have been dating for nine years? that means.. koko! do the math, please!” he orders.

“you’ve been keeping her secret ever since kanto manji!” the blonde gasps in shock.

“you bastard! you kept her hidden through that— ” mochi is just as angry.

“and tenjiku too?!” kokonoi, having redone his math, is in utter disbelief.

kakucho tries to drown out the sound of the guys accusing him of treachery, thinking about the end of the meeting and heading straight for his office to get you home and spend his time with you, alone.

#kakucho x reader #kakucho x you #kakucho hitto x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers kakucho #tokyo revengers kakucho x reader #hitto kakucho #hitto kakucho x reader #hitto kakucho headcanons #kakucho headcanons #kakucho fluff #kakucho tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #kakucho imagines #kakucho drabble #kakucho x reader crack fic

[itsbubbleteataro]

Heloo! :D I saw your request are open so i decided to send one! what would be Sunday's reaction to a Furina!s/o? If that's a tad bit confusing, can you do Sunday's reaction to his s/o performing Sinners Finale (Furina's execution song) and the execution if you're feeling angsty :3 (You dont need to add that part if you dont want to) SORRY FOR MY BAD ENGLISH IM REALLY BAD AT EXPLAINING

can i be 🤸 anon pls :3

-🤸

You bet you can! Sorry 🤸 if it's not as you'd like but I did have a lot of fun writing about it. I kept some elements that I really enjoyed and found some nice music to listen to in the prosess. I had a lot of fun brainstorming in a cafe with some coffee!

Sorry about my posting being all over the place, moving across the country in the next few months will keep one busy! Anyways heads up this will pull at the heart strings,

Without anymore stalling, I present

La Danse du Chagrin

"Long, long ago, on a small planet named La Sec, a tradition old as the aeons persisted. Every 500 years a lottery was to be held. The winner is said to preform a dance so wonderful that the skies themselves weep and bring this dry and starved planet the water it desires"

You've told this story to Sunday as many times as he asked. Every time he seemed more and more enthralled within the sad story.

The very same story you told him when he first found you, one of of his many trips outside of Penacony.

He saw you dancing for the very first time, a style he wasn't familiar with at first. You lived gracefully, going up en point as if it were as easy as breathing.

The two of you met when he went to extend an invitation, to invite you to dance for the dreamscape. You soon became one of the more popular shows to go to when Robin wasn't present.

It was just after one of your shows, you and Sunday were in your dressing room. Him away from the public eye, watching you make yourself perfect before your next performance.

Sunday's always liked that about you, how your always perfect when you dance, as well as when you dress for the day or for the stage.

A bloodhound knocks on the door to the dressing room, prompting Sunday to get up and answer it as you were busy making sure your hair was perfect. Sunday was handed a note, addressed to you. He passed it along, setting it down on your table while he took his seat again.

Carefully you opened it, taking the note in hand and reading it. You bit your lip, keeping as stoic an expression as you could muster.

"Well my dear dove, it seems we have a show to attend in La Sec. I do hope you will come watch me dance, they did personally invite me too"

You said as you stood up, turning to face him. In hand your point shoes. In the other a red tambourine with matching velvet ribbons tied to it. Your dress a silky white with blood red accents.

"By of course my dear, it seems we are to depart?"

You nodded your head and walked side by side with him.

----

Arriving home was just like you expected. Dry, the earth cracked and starved for water. You took Sunday to Palace d'ear. A grand palace with many a room and beautiful gardens made of stones instead of lush greens. Inside tall ceilings with paintings.

Sunday looked at the paintings, filled with beautiful dancers, tales of woe and sorrow. Some of excutions.

The two of you walked on, further and further. You directed Sunday to a stage, and had him sit in the audience, while you went off to speak with an official.

------

It had been about an hour, he noticed a spinning blue sword above the stage, he figured it was just an effect. After all, it is a stage.

He blinked as he looked at you, then, the music started to play.

He watched you dance both your and his favorite solo, La Esmeralda Finale .

Your white dress swirled around you as you danced, your pristine point shoes matching your skin as always. Your hair half up and half down. Sunday always lived watching you dance.

The music ended as you held your final pose. As Sunday stood clap, the blue sword he saw beforehand stopped spinning, and came crashing down with a thunk.

Your dress was stained red, like the bow in your hair.

His eyes, wide in horror. No one had explained the sacrifice to him.

He bolted to the stage when he could, cradling what was left of you as he watched your body turn to little blue droplets and head into the sky.

Your bloodied point shoes, held close to his chest as it started to rain outside.

Oh what a terrible day for rain.

He clutched your beloved shoes close to his heart. He started to sob.

First he was robbed of his sister, now of his beloved? How the world was cruel to him.

He stayed long past the crowd leaving, gathering up your belongings to take them back to his home, your home.

Sunday never went to a ballet again, it wasn't the same.

How he wished he could have watched you keep dancing on for him

#x reader #(y/n) #honkai star rail x reader #sunday x reader #sunday #sunday honkai star rail #sunday hsr #angst #honkai star rail angst

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silver Lining 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

Note: I was going to add this to the bookstore au but realised Bucky is a side character in Steve’s and not old so….

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You leave the cafe with your lukewarm cup. You were so anxious you'd almost forgot about the pepperminty goodness. You sip, slightly disappointed in the temperature. Still, it's yummy and you have your bag of books in hand. The day has been a mild success.

You walk along the icy pavement, the season nipping at your cheeks. Most people complain about the snow but it's your favorite. You don't drive so you don't worry for a slippery commute, you have your heavy-treaded doc martens and a downy coat.

You head down Ironwood hoping to catch a streetcar car only to find it skimming past. You sigh and drop your shoulders. You could use the exercise and it would be so bad as long as the path behind Jerry's Submarines isn't snowed over.

You cut through to the next street along a short alley and hop over the bank between the sidewalk and the road. As you do, you slip and stumble, a pair of headlights turning just as you fall into the street. I long fearsome honk blows in your ears.

You whip around to face the driver, raising your hand in an apologetic wave. Not the smartest move but the street isn't usually that busy. You brows pop up as you recognize behind the wheel. Oh boy. Not again.

You skitter away hoping he didn't recognise you too. That very same man who invaded your personal bubble and insulted your taste. Lisa doesn't believe it when you say you're cursed but it's hard to deny from your vantage point.

You get to the other side and keep your head straight, marching away without looking back. He drives by slowly past your peripheral and you dip onto the path, letting out a breath. Alright, no way you'll see that jerk again.

There's a blanket if snow over the path but not enough to deter you. You kick through the powder as you bob to the music in your earbud. You know, Mariah Carey's non-Christmas tunes aren't too shabby either.

You come out on Orchard, sipping your mellowed candy cane cocoa and swing the paper bag carelessly. You could start your podcast. You have more than enough resources now and the new books will be the cherry on top.

As you stride along Orchard towards Cornish, a car door opens and shuts. You don't see the figure before you until they step over the curve and nearly take you off your feet. You drop your cup, spilling what's left of the cold hot chocolate.

“Oh, oof, d-dude–” you sputter out as the liquid drips down your lilac docs.

“Dude?” The man grips the bag in his left hand, his other opening and closing in a tight fist. No way.

“Ew,” you let out the syllable without filter.

“Ew?” He eyes you head to toe.

“Y-yeah, y-y-you're following me.”

“Following?” He growls, “you girls sure do have quite the imagination these days.”

“B-b-but… you saw me….g-go down the path.”

“I wasn't even looking at you, doll,” he scoffs.

“D-d-doll?” You scowl.

“Oh, don't even--I could call you worse.”

“L-leave me a-alone,” you back up, gripping the wire handle of the shopping bag tightly.

“Happily,” he sneers, “I have a job so get out of my way.”

He shoulders past you, harshly. Your trads slip on the salted walk as you grunt and turn to eatch him strut towards the house just a few feet down. You rub the sore spot left by his gruff impact.

You shake your head a leave, thinking better of shouting ‘old man’ at his back. You probably shouldn't antagonize him. So you spin and tuck your hands into your pockets and carry on.

Your street is only a few blocks away. By then, you've almost forgotten about the strange encounters. The closer you get to the haven of your bedroom, the more excited you are to crack open your new books.

Your parents house is trimmed in bright coloured lights and the lawn decorated with plastic candy canes and full entourage of fake reindeer. The familiarity of your childhood home is both comforting and stagnating. You can't believe you're still here.

You go inside, leaving your wet boots on the mat as your mother calls your stepdads name from the kitchen. You unzip your coat and hang it on the rack mounted against the wall. You reclaim your bag of books and make your way to the front room.

“Dean,” your mom calls again as she appears in the hall, peering in after you, “oh it's you.”

“Just me,” you drone and continue towards the stairs. You stop at the bottom, “mom,” she keeps from retreating and looks back at you, “need help?”

“Oh, no honey, I almost got it figured out. So, how's the job hunt?”

You try to smile. Oh, that. You can't live off severance forever and the settlement is never going to happen.

“Good,” you lie, shifting the bag behind your hands.

Maybe you should be a bit more prudent. It's an investment, for your podcast. You just need to figure out how to record. And how not to stutter every other word.

You're only thirty. You have time to smooth out details. Don't you?

You turn and plod up the stairs and into your bedroom. The clutter greets you along with the nest of blankets tangled in your bed. What are you even thinking? You can hardly keep your room tidy.

It's not your fault. Your mom says so. Lisa too. But it has to be. You had it all, a good job, a nice apartment, independence. You blew it all. If you'd just kept your mouth shut.

But wasn't that the problem? Isn't that why you're getting therapy? So you can speak up next time. So there won't be a next time.

You sniff and sit at the desk, adding the bag to the mess. You hang your head in the darkness as the snow reflects the sheen of street lights through the window. It takes time, Lisa says, but you feel it running out.

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #drabble #series #au #silver lining #mcu #marvel #avengers #winter soldier

[midorisudachi]

“The Inquisitor And Her Commander”

As some of you may have noticed, I am a huge fan of the Dragon Age games, especially Dragon Age Inquisition. Last year, I had planned on drawing all the main [playable] characters up until Dragon Age Day (which took place on December 4th), but I just didn’t have time to draw more than three characters (the Inquisitor, Solas, & Varric…please check them out in my gallery) due to being busy with work and other things. I’ll eventually draw the other characters when I gather more motivation to do so.

For now, please enjoy this piece. I hope everybody likes this. I worked very hard on this artwork. It took longer than usual to create, due to all the small details, the poses, & the armour. (Armour is not easy to draw for me!) For those of you who are DAI fans, you may recognize the flowers: Crystal Grace on the bottom and Andraste’s Grace on the top. I know Andraste’s Grace is not in DAI, but I thought it would be pretty to add to the artwork (since it technically exists in the Thedas world).

 My OC Inquisitor is named Bryony Trevelyan. She is actually my 2nd Inquisitor character, the first one having been an elf (which I may draw someday). I had been playing DAI for the 3rd time, a few months ago, as a male character (since I wanted him to be in a romance with Dorian, so yes, my male Inquisitor is gay), but I stopped for a bit since I am playing Skyrim at the moment (with updates & mods). Anyway, back on the main subject: I drew Inquisitor Bryony Trevelyan in the Armor of the Dragon Hunter outfit (from the Jaws of Hakkon DLC), which I had altered the colours by tinting it with Veil Quartz. I based her crown from concept art for DAI. So much armour in the game! Which I love, especially since the DA games don’t give female characters the stereotypical skimpy outfits…I love that I get to make my female characters wear bad-ass armour.

Cullen Rutherford is such an adorable and slightly awkward character around my Inquisitor. I knew I had to romance him right away, because his looks are the type of man I am attracted to in real life. (I’m not going to lie…in the game, he’s hot for a video game character. Ha ha!) I’ve always enjoyed the flirting in the DA games when it comes to the relationships. The best scene was right before their first kiss, when Cullen got interrupted by a member of the Inquisition, and then got mad about it. Ha ha. I liked when my Inquisitor asked Cullen, “The day you kissed me on the battlements…how long had you wanted to do that?” And Cullen replied (with a laugh), “Longer that I should admit.” Awwwww.

I also liked the part in the Winter Palace, when all these people were flirting with Cullen, and one asked him, “Are you married, Commander?” And Cullen replied, “Not yet, but I am…already taken.” Double awwww, because a loyal man is so dreamy. :3 I actually had Bryony & Cullen get married in the last DLC. :3 They adopt a Mabari (dog), too!

I love DAI too much. :D It’s such a fun game with the most gorgeous graphics (especially on the Xbox Series X).

Drawn with Sakura Pigma Micron pens, then coloured in with a mixture of Copic Markers & Ohuhu Markers. I used Koi Watercolours for the background. White accents done with both a gel pen and white watercolour. Gold acrylic was used for the Inquisition Symbol & the lines, which the scanner absolutely murders...the gold is such a pretty, shimmery metallic in real life. The light green around my art was done in Photoshop Elements.

Dragon Age Inquisition © Bioware & Electronic Arts

Fan artwork © Jacqueline E. McNeese

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[mynameismad]

Please can I have some advice about making comics, specifically figuring out panel/page layout? Robber/Robert was beautiful and flowed so nicely

(Sorry, I know that’s a big ask, especially busy as you are! I would be grateful for even the smallest nugget of wisdom!)

Hey! I know you're specifically referencing Robber/Robert, but all of the tips I gave in my How To Draw Sakana series still mostly apply to the way I make comics!

I plot out important story beats first (and the ending) and fill in little jokes between those mostly on the fly.

Even though RR is mostly digital (unlike Sakana, which is totally traditional), I still thumbnail RR traditionally because it's easier for me to see the whole page that way, and really get a sense of how big each panel and each element within the panel needs to be. All other details are basically omitted at this point, it's really just figuring out page composition. I also write out the dialogue traditionally. Even if I have a good idea of what I want the characters to say in every panel, trying to come up with exact dialogue later in the process always spells disaster for me. So I try to figure out dialogue and thumbnails at the same time.

The 5 in 5 rule is still what governs my panel/page layouts! I feel like the last [5] rule is worded a little poorly: what I mean is that hands can also add a lot to character acting and should be present as often as possible to avoid having too many "talking heads" panels. Even if a page is dialogue heavy, at least having the character gesture with hands or even do a small task (like make coffee or something) during a conversation or monologue will be more satisfying to read. ALSO, BACKGROUNDS ARE GOOD. I know I'm in the minority of people who LOVE drawing very complicated backgrounds, but even a few little lines or shapes or colors here and there behind a character can keep them present in the environment. I always try to Avoid The Void, but it really depends on how important the setting is to your story. I only draw comics with very specific important settings for some reason lol.

RR is in an American comics format (so roughly 10"x15", which is a 2x3 ratio and can scale down to 6x9 for print.) Again, I think it's important to get as much of a sense of how the page will look in the thumbnail stage as possible, without bogging yourself down with too many details. Often characters will just be pegs with circles for heads (and in Rob's case, two little antenna lines that make him look like a cricket), but where they are and how big they are are most crucial. I'd even suggest thumbnailing two consecutive pages right next to each other so you can really see the flow from one to the next.

The rest of the pages only really apply if you're thinking about doing your comic completely traditional. Penciling, inking, and lettering DON'T need to happen on the same page/paper, but I'm used to that workflow so that's how I do it!

LETTERING IS STILL VERY IMPORTANT THOUGH. I'm sorry to be harsh, but there's nothing worse than bad letters on a great looking comic. If you're not feeling great about your lettering capabilities, I'd suggest taking some time with tutorials and practice to get something that really fits your comic style.

FINALLY, it's important to go out there and find comics that you LIKE and really study what they're doing, how they're doing it, and why it speaks to you. Currently I'm looking at a lot of Franco-Belgian comics, which are bigger than american or manga sizes, and CHOCK FULL of backgrounds usually. Some day I'd like to make something that looks similar, so I'm using every comic project I make as practice to get closer and closer to that style.

Anyways, I know that's a lot of images and text, so thank you if you got all the way through it, and I hope it's helpful! If there's something specific you're still confused about, I can always try to explain a little more. Thanks!

#askbox #how to make comics #tips #sakana

[geekygumiho]

hi! saw you wanted requests! if you don't mind i'd like a daniel jackson/reader inspired by good old fashioned lover boy by queen. thanks!

Hey! Thank you so much for your request! ☺️ I’m so sorry it took so long, it’s been a lil’ busy around here haha :') I took some story elements from the song for the plot, also a little name drop at the end hehe. I hope you like it! :)

Lover Boy

Pairing: Daniel Jackson x gn!Reader (established relationship), brief platonic!Sam Carter x gn!Reader

Word count: 2267 💀😭😭 I got carried away LOL

Notes/Warnings: Veeeery fluffy and lovey dovey lmaoo. Alas, Daniel is but a simp for the person he loves! There is a use of the word "beautiful" bc I personally feel that it's a gender neutral term, so pls be warned if that makes u uncomfy! The jazz club also is described as smelling like smoke and whisky so pls don't read this if that makes u uncomfy too!! Also the general time period this takes place in is a little ambiguous yet again lmaoo (Daniel has a smartphone so *shrugs* idrk m8 lmao)

Taglist: @danieljacksonpinchinghisnose (Please let me know if you want to be tagged in future Daniel Jackson x Reader fics I write and I will add you to the list! 😊)

Daniel’s day starts off like monotonous clockwork; he gets up, gets ready for his day, has something quick to eat, then leaves his apartment and heads to Stargate Command for another long, onerous day. He starts off by studying the Goa’uld language a bit to warm up his brain, then gets to work on the translation he had stopped working on from the previous day because his need for sleep got the best of him. Frankly, he had only one thing consistently on his mind the day before as well as today, and that thought was you. It vexes him to no end every time he has to get up for work and leave your serene, sleeping form behind in the soft, cozy blankets warmed by your bodies overnight. Over time, he found that he had to give himself a couple extra minutes to get ready for his day just so he can watch you at your most peaceful state for a moment longer before parting with a feather-light kiss to your forehead and starting off his day. As he goes about his duties on the base, his mind seems to wander to you every other thought, which brings him comfort and motivates him to work harder just so he can see you even sooner.

During lunch in the mess hall, he sits and talks with Sam, who he missed earlier that day because she stayed on the base rather than going home and woke up early for her first meal of the day. On days when SG-1 are working on non-off world projects, Daniel tends to go home at night just so he can spend a sliver of his day with you. Sam naturally asks about you, as the two of you are close friends but rarely ever see each other because of your conflicting work schedules as you aren’t a part of Stargate Command. Daniel tells her all about how you’re moving up in your company and that he’s so proud of you, then he tells Sam about the plans the two of you have to go out for dinner later that evening after both of you clock out of work and head home. Sam smiles as he tells her this, her heart warmed by the obvious affection you both have for each other. Sam and Daniel continue talking until they're finished eating then head to their respective labs and continue working on their projects.

Daniel is nose deep in his notes as he works on his translation when he feels his cell phone vibrate in his blue BDU pocket. Not looking up from what he’s doing, he reaches into his pocket and brings his phone into his field of vision. His eyes meet the glowing screen and he sees your name on the screen overlaying the photo of you he set as his lockscreen. A smile immediately spreads across his face and he opens your text without a second thought. You had sent him a photo of a bundle of blue dahlias from outside of a flower shop with the words, “Saw this on my way back from lunch and it reminded me of you :)” written below, and he can’t help the grin bursting through his previously furrowed and focused visage. He types a quick response, indubitably concluding the text with the words “I love you” before locking his phone and sliding it back into his pocket. A new burst of energy runs through his veins as he gets more and more excited about seeing you again this evening, even if the two of you share an apartment and do see each other within that space. (It’s just not enough for him!) The rest of the day goes by in a blur and he all but runs out the door to go home and get ready for your dinner date before you get home from work.

Daniel has changed into a slightly dressy but comfortable outfit: a pale blue button up underneath a navy blue sweater, espresso brown slacks held up by a belt, and black shoes. He’s sitting on the arm of one of the chairs in the living room, reading one of the many books from the shelf to pass the time as he waits for you to get home. A couple of minutes pass before he hears the door open and his downward gaze immediately rises and finds you, closing the book and setting it on the coffee table. A small smile graces his face as you step into the apartment, your work bag in one hand and your keys in the other. You look a little bit tired but you smile when you see him, dropping your keys in the dish on the entryway console and closing the door as he stands up.

“Hi,” he says, his excitement and affection audible in his tone.

“Hi,” you say back, smiling as you step closer to him and wrap your arms around him. He immediately returns the gesture and lets out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding back, breathing in your familiar scent. The two of you stay in that position for a moment before you pull back.

“I just need a second to get changed, then we can go,” you smile softly, your arms still wrapped around him.

“Take your time,” he says with a nod, releasing you to let you go get changed out of your work clothes. Once you disappear behind the bedroom door, he sits back on the arm of the chair, feeling refreshed and warmed by your presence. After a few moments, you emerge from your shared bedroom wearing one of your favorite outfits, and he grins at the sight.

“You look beautiful,” he says as he stands, making you smile.

“So do you,” you say to him as you approach him. He leans in and gives you a quick peck on the cheek before the two of you head out of the apartment for your date.

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The two of you are walking back from the restaurant you had your dinner at, laughing about something that happened to you at work that day when you pass a dark café lit up by blue neon lights, accompanied with a smoky, sultry scent.

“I’ve never noticed this place before,” you wonder out loud, slowing your pace as you take in the enchanting place before you. Daniel also slows his pace, coming to a stop as his eyes scan for signs indicating what the place is. You can hear jazz music coming from inside, a muffled cover of Ella Fitzgerald buzzing through the walls.

“Should we go in?” you say to Daniel, a slightly impish grin spreading across your lips. He looks at you for a moment and quickly finds himself grinning as well.

“Sure,” he says, unable to hold back his smile. He steps forward and holds the door open for you and you thank him as you enter the dimly lit club. The scent of the jazz club is even stronger from inside, smelling of smoke, whisky, and rose petals. There are a few groups or pairings of patrons sitting at the tables and a few couples dancing together in front of the small and slightly raised stage, the band now playing the song “It don’t mean a thing.” You look around in awe, amazed that you never noticed this place before. Daniel looks around as well, but he doesn’t miss the mischievous glint in your eyes when you turn to him and part your lips to speak.

“Dr. Jackson, may I have this dance?” you ask, holding your hand out to him with a mischievous grin on your face.

“Oh, I don’t know, I’m not really a dancer,” he says, partially honest and partially playing along with his tone of voice. You give him a teasing but encouraging look, and he sighs as he takes your hand and lets you lead him to the dance floor. The two of you find a spot between the two elderly couples dancing together and Daniel can’t help but laugh, covering his eyes as reality sets in for him. As if the Gods felt his embarrassment, the fast-paced Ella Fitzgerald song comes to a stop and a slower song begins. “Time After Time” slowly begins to fill the room as you and Daniel instinctively gravitate towards each other. Your hands find a home on each other’s bodies and before Daniel can remember his initial reservations, both of you are gently swaying to the music in each other’s arms.

In that moment, everything seems to fall away; all of the people in the jazz club seem to fall into the darkness as the metaphorical spotlight shines solely on you and Daniel. Your enamored feelings for each other are visible in every aspect of your physical selves; the way your bodies are close and warm, how your fingers so naturally intertwine as if your hands were made solely to mold into the palm and gaps of the other, the familiar feeling of warmth radiating from your chests despite the unfamiliar environment.

Daniel’s gaze is soft as he looks into your eyes, his eyes a color somewhere between azure and beryl blue, looking somewhat glassy with a reflection of the warm yellow light bulb from the metal lamp behind you. The blue neon sign lights up his features, highlighting the peaks and depths of his face with shadows and dark glows. His eyes scan your face as if he is taking in every detail of your features the same way you do to him, like he’s gently, meticulously carving your beauty into his brain to reference when he is without you. There are so many emotions visible on both of your faces; anyone could see how deep and intertwined your two souls have become.

Wordlessly, he brings his face closer to yours and you meet his lips without a second thought. His soft lips press a long, tender kiss to yours, his long eyelashes brushing against your cheekbone. You return the kiss with a soft warmth in your heart, the feeling so familiar and so natural yet one you never get bored of. Your lips stay pressed together for a moment longer before you simultaneously pull away, keeping your eyes closed as you press your forehead to his. His soft breath tickles your face as you slowly open your eyes, seeing his eyes bat open at the same time. Only when the song comes to an end do you realize a couple of minutes have passed, blinking as you come out of your daze.

Daniel looks around as he shakes himself back to reality, but it doesn’t take long for his eyes to land on you once more.

“Do you want to head home?” you ask him, your voice barely above a whisper. He looks at you for a moment, continuing to study your features, before replying.

“Sure.”

The two of you head out of the club, smiling at and saying goodbye to the people working on your way out. Daniel holds the door open for you once more and you thank him, setting your hand on his arm as he follows you out.

“Wow, look at the moon,” you gasp, looking up at the dark sky above you. Daniel immediately follows your gaze and he sees the moon is extremely bright despite the stars being practically invisible due to the light pollution nearby.

“She’s always watching, isn’t she?” he says with a small smile as he looks at you. His smile widens when you grin at him then take his hand in yours.

“I love the moon, she’s so beautiful,” you say with a sigh, staring up at the bright celestial body. You get so caught up in the glow of the moon for a moment before you realize Daniel is staring at you with a mischievous grin on his face. You quickly realize what he is about to say and you try to prevent him from saying it.

“No, don’t you dare- Daniel, don’t-” you warn him, trying to push at him but he catches your hands every time.

“What? Can’t I just admire your beauty since you’re admiring the moon?” he teases you, not letting go of your hands. You let out a loud groan and he laughs, his body slowly gravitating towards yours.

“You’re such a dork,” you grumble, trying but failing to look annoyed.

“I’m your dork,” he teases you once more, wrapping his arms tightly around your resisting form. “Hey.” You roll your eyes until he squeezes you tighter and you protest even more. He holds you still until you finally look at him and without a shadow of a doubt in his voice, his eyes shining like you just plucked every star from the sky solely for him, he says, “I love you.” You playfully glare at him before you say it back.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” he says, turning his ear towards you slightly. You groan once more and he grins.

“I love you, too,” you concede, poking his arm with your index finger. A satisfied smile on his face, he releases you and you step away. He watches you for a moment and his heart skips a beat when you turn and look back at him.

“Lover boy,” you tease him, sticking your tongue out at him. His jaw drops and it’s not long before he’s chasing after you, your laughter echoing through the nighttime streets as the moon looks down at the two of you with an everlasting, ethereal beam.

#stargate #stargate sg-1 #stargate sg1 #sg1 #daniel jackson #dr daniel jackson #daniel jackson x reader #daniel jackson x gn reader #daniel jackson x gender neutral reader #michael shanks #stargate x reader #stargate x gender neutral reader #stargate x gn reader #sci-fi

[enstarrievalkyrie]

Note:hello! Freaking love this idea, I really love fischl because of her outfit and personality.Sry if this took so long, I only write when ideas come to me. Anyways hope you enjoy @glazeflower 🌼

• Shu loves your fashion ever since he met you. So let's talk about how he met you.

• You were a new student in Yumenosaki much to your disappointment you weren't allowed to wear your desired fluffy dresses but you still try to add small elements of your fashion into your outfit. Like wearing long, black socks with some ruffles at the ends, or wearing a black choker with a lacy pattern and ribbons attached to it.

• Shu is usually very busy making idol outfits so he doesn't have a lot of time wandering around. With this, Mika is probably the one that told Shu about you and your weird behavior. Shu first just shrug it off thinking it's just another new student, nothing new. That's until when he first saw you, it was only a glance but it made him change his whole perspective of you.

• Was it the dark makeup, or the ruffle collar, or was it cute headband that attracts him. He didn't know but what he do know is that he is enamoured by you. Before actually meeting you he would ask people that are close to you what were you like.

• He would actually practice what to say before talking to you(my boi is nervous). The conversation went well, he managed to befriend you since both of you literally speak the same manner that confuse people.

• Its gonna take a while until he start to come around his feelings with you. Would be too shy to confess, so he would just stay beside you in fear that someone might try to seduce you.

• He would definitely make your outfits for you, why wouldn't he, he is one of best tailor in Yumenosaki. He is kinda familiar with the style and knows how to work his way around the ruffles. Being the perfectionist he is, he would literally take about a week to just have the design drawn. You gotta remind him to take a break sometimes or else he might overwork himself.

• He pays close attention when you're applying your makeup and would literally take down notes on what range of colours you use for your eyes. He does this so next time he could apply them for you, with your permission of course.

• Would ask for your thoughts when creating an outfit design since you're delusional, you creativity is beyond imagination. You would give a whole essay of description and he pay full attention to your thoughts.

• Would ask you out on a date and he be like

"Would your royal highness like to dine with me for dinner?"

"Hmph! If my royal subjects do so insists, then it wouldn't hurt to go. Your royal princess has accepted your request!"

" I would forever be grateful for this opportunity you have given me your highness, I will not let you down. Thank you milady,"

You would extend your hand and he would gently take it and kiss it.

The other idols probably look at you guys like a bunch of freaks lol.

• He acts awfully nice to you, even Mika notices it. He got kinda jealous(my poor bby) would try to get along with you and realize how both of you are together. When he accidently called you by your name instead of 'your royal highness' he would get a scolding from Shu. He's about to cry when you give him an approval for being near to you. Spends more time with you because you are together with Shu. Likes to play with the ruffles and ribbons when you wear a dress.

• After graduating, Shu eventually confess to you and requested to be your boyfriend. Blushing you would obviously accept it with the most confusing essay of words. After you accepted, he would be the most clingiest and easily jealoused boyfriend ever. From time to time you need to assure him that you still loves him with all your heart.

• Your morning routine will be you holding two puffy dresses up to your chest, asking him which should you wear today and him doing your makeup while he too prepares himself for the day. Helps you with your hair, he would hand you the ribbons or help you place it if you requested for his help.

#enstars x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars #mika kagehira #shu itsuki #shu x reader #shu itsuki x reader #valkyrie x reader #valkyrie #genshin impact #fischl

[serenelia]

ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴅʙɪᴛᴏʀʏ

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Content includes: SFW (of course), the Traveler and Lumine are different people in this fic. Isekai'd reader (they are the Traveler here).

Scroll away if you do not entertain the idea of isekai'd reader, thank you! Previous part

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"Interesting.. Well, that explains why they didn't leave any elemental traces behind. Even Arakavi had a hard time pursuing them, they only based on the muddy footprints.” The puppet mused, a little concerned himself, but wanted to keep his calm and collected appearance.

Nahida furrows her eyebrows, eyes roaming the Traveler’s face in search for possible answers. “I suppose I should’ve expected something like this, after all, they could be a different race from Lumine.” She looks away and locks gazes with Wanderer, a small frown on her face. “It isn’t possible to communicate with them now, I’m afraid we need to trouble Lumine with this.” She murmurs, mostly to herself.

Wanderer’s expression emits one of aversion, yet he couldn’t really suggest anything else, “Obviously, just call me whenever you plan to deliver the letter.” He grumbles, taking a step to walk away, only finding the forgotten problem yelp in surprise.

He halts, glancing down at the Traveler with the familiar feeling of irritation creeping up his spine. He mentions to them with a tilt of his head, “What about them?” Wanderer asks, secretly hoping he’d just need to drop them off here.

The god of wisdom replies, “Treat them just how you’d treat a regular visitor. We wouldn’t want to make them feel threatened, they might make a scene and attract too much attention. Unnecessary attention towards them is the last thing we need right now.”

A huff, “And you really expect me to be all-buddy with little Traveler here? What am I, some tour guide?” Wanderer protests, really finding the additional load in his free schedule troublesome.

“There is no one else I could trust with them for now, I’ll be informing Al Haitham about this very soon, but he’ll be too busy to take care of them.” Nahida flashes him her usual smile, a knowing glint in her eyes, “Besides, I think you can afford to spare some time for an important matter like this. Unless loitering around and bullying some Fatui guards are more worth your attention?”

Caught red handed, the Puppet half-heartedly glares at her, “What I do in my spare time is none of your business.”

Nahida’s smile widens, only bringing more embarrassment to him, “Then I’ll have the letter done by some time in the afternoon. Make sure to avoid scaring them by then… or any time soon.” She adds, a hint of a joke in her tone.

Unamused, Wanderer rolls his eyes and shifts his feet to alarm the Traveler, who in turn rushed to pick up their own weight as they’ve been leaning on him the entire time. Which would have irritated him in any other circumstance, after all, the audacity they have to even think so. But that is to say if he isn’t even in the slightest.

He catches the waving silhouette of her as he turns his head to look back once he and the Traveler made their way outside. And he was about to do the same, but his hands are full at the moment, so all he could do was send her a lazy nod. He swears he saw the ghost of a smile form on her face once he does so, making him question why she’d be so happy to send him on his way at all.

Either way, he is definitely not happy with what he was assigned to. For a few seconds, he stands idly in front of the door, with a deep frown on his face.

Now, what did Lesser Lord Kusanali even imagine in the head of hers when she sent him to “take care” of the out worldly creature?

Obviously she meant to treat them like royalty or some bullshit like that, not with what he was more familiar with.

So, how is he going to deal with this now?

The unsuspecting Traveler awkwardly fumble their feet with their head down, not surprising with what he guesses the scowl planted on his face. Not that he would bother making himself appear more friendly.

A thought pops up in his head, perhaps that would be a more appropriate course of action.

Some time later, the two of them stand in front of what looks like an abandoned hut just outside the Sumeru city entrance, after they once again, walk all the way out here. But going down is more easier than defying gravity climbing the ramps so the breaks considerably lessened during their walk. By now, their arms aren’t crossed together like some conjoined twins, and he felt eternally grateful at the much needed space he finally has after what felt like hours ever since they met.

It didn’t mean it made his job any more easier, in fact, he subtly wishes he held them by the neck the entire walk. With how curious they are and the way they can’t keep still when they pass by some shops in the street, it makes even him wonder how he endured it without attempting to scare them.

Oh, right, they’re from another world.

Wanderer heaves a heavy sigh, attempting to clear his mind with a shake of his head, lest he becomes even more infatuated than he already is. He takes a look at the fascinated Traveler who is currently staring at him with what looks like a stifled smile, sitting on the stairs he sat them on earlier.

Well, at least they know when to follow.

He squints his eyes at them, finding the gesture odd, but how else is he supposed to investigate it?

Another frown crosses his face and he decides to ignore it for now, taking a few steps towards the hut, it was supposed to be his “home” of some sort. Suggested by Nahida during his first few days in Sumeru. Naturally, he rejected the nonessential idea, after all, he doesn’t need to sleep, bathe, or eat at all. A simple wash of his clothes would do him good. Though, of course, this was rebutted by the god, saying he needed a facade to keep up his human image. He can’t keep making the House of Daena his makeshift living space. The students are already thinking he’s inhumane as they haven’t seen him make any effort to go “home.”

This all in all resulted in him having to settle down in a remote hut, he could see the bridge just a couple of steps away, it’s a good place to stay hidden and spot people come in and out of the city. Requested by himself, if he was going to be forced into living like a human, he might as well.

He opens the door to his hut and flicks the lights open, illuminating the space within, the few books he borrowed from the House of Daena remained on the table he left untouched for weeks, dust settled on the floor and shelves around. It isn’t any 5 star hotel, but it’ll have to do for now. A smack on the head awaits them if they dare to complain.

Plus, it’s the place where they wouldn’t need to have contact with anyone else, its a win for them both. He turns his head and spots the Traveler still sitting idly on the stairs, back facing him as they stare off somewhere.

The kids Minoo and Nima aren’t here so that’s fortunate, he could just leave them there for the time being. Surely they wouldn’t even think of straying away with no direction whatsoever.

And so, Wanderer enters the hut to start cleaning. Starting with the floors, he commands the air from his palms to sweep the floor and while it does that, he goes ahead to open the windows to let some additional dust out.

Floorboards creak behind him and he was surprised to see the Traveler standing right at the door, eyes shining as if they just saw the most amazing thing ever, making him raise a brow. For a traveler from another world, they sure are foreign to these kind of things.

Assuming they were merely amazed at the swirls of anemo flurrying about inside, he chooses to ignore their reaction and focuses on cleaning instead. Not minding at how they looked like an excited child looking up at him, reminding him of an incident before. Finding the whole ordeal rather stupid.

A short amount of time pass by, and all the remaining dust has been cleaned up. It isn’t so dirty he’d need to do anything else, really. Wanderer mentions them inside and they seem to catch on since they eagerly stepped inside once he does so.

He points to the bed he never once used before taking the chair from the table across the room and sits down. After they sit down, he looks at them straight in the eye. Neither of them making a move nor making an effort to speak.

What is he supposed to do now?

It’s not like he could start interrogating them, plus, with how he’s presenting himself, he looks like he’s about to torture them for information. Especially with the shadow cascading over his face due to his hat, he wouldn’t be surprised if they made an attempt to escape any time soon.

But that would only lead to more trouble so he takes the initiative to take off his hat, placing it on a nearby table. And the expression on the Traveler’s face isn’t one he was expecting at all, their eyes widened and shined, a bright smile forms on their face soon after, as if finding something humorous. It makes him wonder, did he accidentally saluted to them in alien language or something?

Well, as long as it’s nothing bad, he doesn’t care.

It really feels like he’s babysitting a hilichurl right now.

He doesn’t really want to waste any more time trying to charade his way out of this, so he just lets the Traveler be when they lay themselves down on his bed. Maybe having to ask them to at least change first is too much. As if he actually has some clothes that would fit them.

The awkward silence of the room gets into his skin after a while of constantly switching his position on the chair, while the Traveler looks to be utterly entertained with just laying down on the bed, staring at the ceiling and the window near them. He grew rather bored of doing nothing and stands up, making his way to the table to grab a book he left open. Making his way back to his previous place, finding the Traveler alert and sitting up on the bed with a foot half way down the bed.

He squints his eyes at them, did they really think they could escape so easily?

With a scoff, he sits down again on the chair facing them, eyes boring through them like they could disappear in thin air. The Traveler sits down on the bed again, a guilty expression on their face.

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Word count- 1,467

wowie, nice. Next chapter would probably be the walk since I feel like that would be cool.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

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[centrally-unplanned]

Anyway, I have been way off the wagon on anime recently - I blame Buffy - so I am catching up! First one was The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, REALLY Love You. In this harem comedy our protagonist has accidentally been given 100 soulmates by god, who was distracted watching Laputa: Castle in the Sky while filling out his destiny sheet, and now he has to date all of them or they will die. So he just...does that, and tells them all, and one by one he adds girls to his polycule. Episodes generally alternate between "courtship" episodes where its one-on-one with the new girl, then group bonding episodes where they all hang out together. Its honestly somehow pretty good? The list:

Its very zany, meta, & irreverent. Obviously each girl is a "trope", but they have a lot of fun with them due to the premise. Because everyone instantly falls in love and gets together in one episode, the "will they won't they" tropes don't function, right? They will they'd already! So instead it pits those tropes against the intergroup polycule dynamic for silly shenanigans. Its cute!

My favourite line is when the tsundere chick start's tsun'ing over a homework assignment and one of the girls turns to her and goes "what are you even fighting against in life?" Wrecked.

It has a lot of fun "conceptual" animation bits to express ideas, breaking well outside the box to get those ideas across. If you want to communicate the awkwardness of breaking the ice with a new friend, might as well showcase it with two salarymen descending into a shonen brawl over trying to give the other their business card first, way better than shot/reverse-shot.

It does overstay its welcome on its "bits", hoping to pad length with added jokes that don't have enough to work with since nothing is happening. Like many shows, I could reduce its duration by 25% and lose little, it be that way.

Its "focus on one girl" episodes are inherently less creative, because they have essentially ditched the premise? It does a good job at the trad romantic elements, but I think it would be way more interesting to have the courtships be done by the entire group, and play off that more.

Fanservice is sometimes annoying but its almost always comedic with some payoff. You know the genre, you won't love it, but it won't bother you if you clicked on a show with this title.

For the love of the Oedipal god can the people who make modern anime learn how to draw breasts please? I swear on side profile shots it looks like gravity has been rotated 90 degrees horizontal and pulled their chests into launch position, who wants this?

A lot of the gender & sexuality in anime has been changing recently - I mark it personally to like 2015 or so. Things that were implicit are being made explicit - a lot more characters are canonically queer, increasingly you have characters who are explicitly trans, and relationships have more openly stated consummations & sexual components. All of this is good news, and as a part of that I have slowly noticed explicit polyamory creeping into shows. Harem dynamics always had this handwavy denial of their premises going on, "oh its all tension, the expectation is I will choose a girl from the menu at the end". This tee-hee plausible deniability is just extraneous in the modern era, so you see it falling off slowly. Unlike queer rep I don't think this is too much of a sign of like...growing discontent with obligate monogamy in subculture Japan? But still, its fun to see for what it is, and I do think it reflects a little bit growing openness about how alternative sexualities go beyond niche media consumption in life.

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Little Mouse Ch. 5

Warnings this fic will contain mature themes. Such as but not limited to teasing, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, very unhealthy relationships, some elements of non-con/rape, threesomes, drug use, breath play, voyeurism, branding, sex.

Summery: Rin starts making demands. And she is about to actually meet and talk with Shigaraki since her first run in with him.

Word count: 5669

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And so another day passed with the woman remaining hidden away in her temporary bedroom or should she just call it her new room? No she didn’t like the idea of thinking about this place being any sort of home for her. It's just a temporary bed and roof over her head. With leftovers in the fridge for Dabi to feed himself she remained hidden away as it seemed the bedroom was the only sanctuary she had from the man. As long as she hid away in the room not even a knock would bother her. At least Dabi was able to give her that courtesy to allow her the safety of the bedroom. But staying hidden day after day was going to drive the woman crazy. It left her time to think and those thoughts were not always good ones. 

Did people notice she was missing? Were people looking for her? She hadn’t appeared on the news as a missing person. But then maybe there was an investigation ongoing and it was kept out of the media? She tried to remain hopeful. She never missed work so surely her boss had noticed her absence long ago already. Was there a chance that she was already labeled a traitor? Her thoughts continued to spiral down nearly out of control since she had nothing else to do. Force herself to her feet at some point in the late afternoon she started for the kitchen. She could at least busy herself with meal prep for supper and hope that would keep her distracted. 

Her bare feet were nearly silent as she walked from the room to the kitchen. The only thing that gave her away was the click of the bedroom door as it opened for her to walk out. She didn’t expect Dabi to hear it over the noise of the TV and he didn’t. She slipped quietly into the kitchen trying to remain as quiet as she could. But that proved harder than she anticipated and her presence in the kitchen was quickly noticed. It didn’t take long before an all too familiar presence filled the kitchen as Dabi didn’t even try to hide himself as he strolled into the kitchen and leaned against a counter with those hard eyes watching her every movement. 

How long could she pretend to not notice him? Ignoring him the best she could but it was hard. She refused to look over at him knowing the second she did her temper would flare and the two would surely get into a verbal argument, or at the very least she would curse him out. She felt too exhausted mentally and physically to deal with the annoying ass of a man. She had always prided herself on her calm and cool headedness. So why was it that this situation with this man brought out such an aggressive side of her? Why was it that it felt like the second he was in the same room as her she wanted to claw his eyes out and curse him out? She had never met someone who could just instantly piss her off without even having to open his damn mouth. 

And he knew it too. The cocky bastard almost seemed to thrive off of the knowledge that he made her so mad so easily and so quickly. Maybe he was just salt being rubbed in a sore wound. Her situation was bad enough with being kidnapped by the League. But to add insult to injury she was dumped on the man who seemed liked the most sadistic ass in the group. Okay maybe he wasn’t the most sadistic, the look in that young girl's eyes. Even thinking about it still made Rin shiver. That girl had some serious nuts loose in her noggin.

Then again that seemed to be a recurring theme among the LOV? Though she didn’t know them enough to say for sure it seemed Dabi, the girl and twice all had some issues going on. It made her wonder how many of the other League villains also probably had mental problems? Was that what drove them to be killers? Being mentally unstable and not getting proper help and treatment? Some disorders were hereditary, someone born with a disorder would have surely been diagnosed long ago, hopefully. But it also wasn’t uncommon for other disorders to develop after trauma. Dabi was the one who crossed her mind at the thought of trauma. He wasn’t born with those scars, they were cussed, but what had happened to burn so much of his body and so badly? It most likely was the same event that led to his mental breakdown. 

Now the more she thought about it the more curious she drew and finally she picked her eyes up from the stove looking over at the man who was still shirtless. Did he not own more than two shirts? No he surely did this to get to her knowing it irritated her. And it did, the man was attractive once you looked past the scars, piercings, and mental issues. And he knew it too, that cocky smirk sitting on his face told her he knew she enjoyed the view. The scars stretched over so much of his body. From one side around his back and visible again on the other side. How young had he been when he got them? The staples looked to be more cosmetic than medical but she still wasn’t sure. The skin was so damaged, surely his nerves were shot. So if she ran a finger over a patch of discolored skin he would never feel it. 

Suddenly the thought of wanting to run her finger over his scarred skin had her blush softly. What the hell was with the need to want to touch him? A part of her was embarrassed over the thought, the other wanted to slap herself. She could not get personal, that meant no asking questions though he didn’t seem the type of person to answer questions even if she asked and tried to get to know him. 

“Oi! The least you could do is not stair!” Was the bark that came from the man breaking the woman from the trance she had found herself in while so deep in thought. 

“Sorry,” she muttered softly, blushing as she looked away after his outburst. She hadn’t meant to upset him with her staring. But she could see why it had upset him. She was sure people always stared at his scars that were easily visible like on his face. 

“I just noticed those are some bad scars. How long have you had them?” She really should have known better than to ask such a personal question. Pain erupted in her scalp as her fist full of hair was reached back and up forcing her to drop the chopsticks she had in hand as she was cooking. Tears threatened to fill her eyes at the pain that shot through her as her now empty hands clawed at the wrist and hands that unforgivingly were trying to rip her hair out. What was with this man and trying to make her bold? 

“I suggest you be more careful. You're in no position to be asking anyone questions. Now cook me some dinner and be a good wench,” the smell of smoked tobacco filled her nose as the lingering smell of a cigarette clinging to his breath as he leaned down a little to glare down at her. Was it that question in particular that upset him? Or the fact that she had asked anything even remotely personal that had upset him? It didn’t matter as it seemed that more carefree demeanor and smirk were gone. The look of a man that wanted to wrap his fingers around her neck and squeeze was glaring down at her threatening her to just give him a reason to snuff her light out. 

“I’m sorry,” she gasped through the pain, struggling not to stutter in her attempt to get the two simple words out of her mouth loud enough for him to hear her. She could hear the growl rumble in his chest as he seemed to be contemplating what to do next. 

Finally she could hear his tongue click off the back of his teeth before he let go of her hair as fast as he had grabbed it. Her knees buckled and her hands no longer had to grab for his wrists and moved to grab for the counter trying hard to not grab the stove and end up burning herself as her knees gave out sending them crashing to the floor as she tried to hold herself up. She was quick to recover though as she threw a glare over her shoulder at the man who was looking less than pleased with her as his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. Fucking prick was the thought that crossed her mind but she kept it to herself as she forced herself to stand up. She was sure the look on her face when she glared at him gave away her thoughts and the names she proceeded to call him in her head. 

With a tired sigh she knew it wasn’t worth picking a fight with him, he was just looking for an excuse to light her ass on fire she was sure. She needed to hold her tongue and not give him another reason to lash out at her so quickly. Even a quick glance was enough to send a shiver of fear through the woman. The look on his face was one that looked truly ready to kill her. No, she needed to turn her focus back to the food she was cooking before anything burned. It would also slightly help her to distract herself from the seething man beside her. And hopefully offering up a warm meal would work as a peace offering. Though it was irritating that she now felt the need to offer him a peace offering in order to hope that he would no longer be pissed at her, sure she asked about a rather personal question but he could have just not answered her or told her to never ask about them. He didn’t have to lash out at her so badly. Her scalp was still aching as she softly and delicately ran her fingers through her wincing softly at the tender spots along her scalp. 

She started filling plates as she moved like a robot, not looking at him as she would fill each plate one at a time and walked the full plate to the table. She tried to move her plate and chair as far away as she could, eyeing him carefully as the two of them started to eat. It seemed her uneasiness was pleasing him as she watched him slowly grow back to his typical cocky self as his lips tugged up softly into that stupid smirk she hated. All she wanted to do was stuff her face and get away from him. His eyes were still hard and unforgiving. But that smirk was annoying. His eyes said he wanted to kill her. But the smirk said he wanted you with her. She imagined he wanted to do both. Sadistic, psychotic bastard probably did want to do both, toy with her a little before he killed her. She almost wished he would just kill her already. 

She didn’t even care what she looked like as she ate as she stuffed food into her mouth before she stood up still not saying a word to the man as she carried her plates to the sink. This time she had no desire to stick around and wash them after what had happened that morning. All she wanted to do was make a run for the safety of her room. 

But she never made it there as she tried to run from the kitchen only to have a hand tightly grab her left forearm. Panic washed over her as she stopped to look up at the dark haired man with wide bright green eyes. He had left his food half eaten at the table. Seemed he had no desire to let her run off so fast. 

“Where do you think you're going?” He asked in a low growl. Her mouth felt dry as she panicked on if she should start to struggle or just try to fight him. No, she already knew trying to physically fight him would not end well for her. He was too strong, and if she attacked him surely he would see that as free game to kill her and claim she tried to escape and attack him or something along those lines. 

“Uhh my room,” she said softly as she watched him arch an eyebrow at her when she didn’t answer him right away and told her that he actually was waiting and expecting an answer to his question. 

“Oh come now it’s rude to rush off while someone is still eating,” he said, surprising her that the man actually knew about common manners. Did that mean the man actually grew up with some decent people? She wasn’t about to ask him anything, leaving her with her questions about the man. 

“It’s also rude to attack your guests,” she hissed. Though she regretted the words as quickly as she said them. But now he doesn't seem angry at her any more. No he almost looked amused now as he watched her hiss at him. 

“And what are you going to do about it?” He asked in a low tone as he leaned in towards her. She tried to lean back away from him desperate to put even a little distance between the two. But it was a good question. What was she going to do about it? She clearly couldn’t do anything and he knew it and was rubbing it in her face as well. He just had to add salt to her open wounds. 

She felt her top lip pull back curling up over her teeth giving the man a feral animal like snarl. She never wanted to hit someone so badly as she did this moment. She wanted to rip that smug, cocky look off of his face and shove it up his ass. 

“Oh scary, what are you gonna do? try and bite me?” He asked that cocky smirk only growing wider as he seemed far too happy with himself as he watched her struggle to remain calm. 

“Maybe I will,” she growled at him before feeling a blush spread over her cheeks at the realization he had probably meant the the teasing words in some sexual manner while she had mean it seriously as she contemplated biting the hand that held her in place and prevented her from being able to run to the safety of her room. 

Her reply and reaction seemed to please him in some way as he gave out a good chuckle as his eyes almost looked playful as he watched her still glaring up at him even though her cheeks were a nice red shade. 

“Oh that sounds like some brave words for a little frightened mouse,” he mused far to entertain with teasing and irritating the woman. 

“I am not a fucking mouse! Stop calling me that,” she hissed at him, her anger getting the best of her as she found herself now refusing to back down as she straightened her shoulders completely standing as tall as her short stature would let her as she glared up at the amused ass of a man. She tried to get into his face showing off how irritated she was as with him. 

Dabi on the other hand seemed to be enjoying watching her become angry and pissed off with him. His grip on her arm tightened, most likely she would have a number of bruises on the arm by the time he let go at this rate. He watched her winch softly but it was not enough to force her to back down. 

“I’ll call you whatever I want, I can do whatever I want,” he hissed softly just as easily meeting her hard gaze and leaning in towards her as neither person seemed willing to back down. She knew he could do as he pleased and she couldn’t stop him, that included the stupidly annoying nickname. But that once again didn’t stop the snarl she gave him, unable to say anything else. 

The animalistic sound coming from the woman just seemed to make Dabi all the more happier. Knowing he could get her so pissed off she couldn’t think rationally, that she turned into a glaring, snarling animal before him. It made the man wonder if the woman would turn just as feral during sex it she was pissed off? He always did enjoy some good rough angry sex. 

Feeling the need to know the answer to his question he didn’t even hesitate to swiftly crash his lips against hers. The shock evident all over her face as those light emerald eyes grew to the size of saucer plates, her breathing almost seemed to stop and her body went rigid. After a few seconds of her still frozen in shock he leaned back. His face lit up with joy at the complete shock that was on her face.

The reaction that followed the kiss didn’t feel like it was hers. Her hand stung and burned and the sound that filled the empty house seemed to echo. Hell she almost wondered if the neighbours had heard the sound of her hand colliding with his cheek? Her one finger burned, having ripped it open a little when she slapped him and caught her finger on one of the staples in his face. Her eyes barely noticed the slight red line that ran down from one of the staples as her slap had ripped the good skin around the staple. He seemed unfazed by the pain or tear of his skin and the loose staple. It seemed she had softly ripped one of the staples but she was too busy watching his reaction to pay it or the bit of blood too much attention. For a split second he looked utterly surprised that she had dared to hit him. But that look didn’t last for even a full second before his lips pulled tight and his eyes became hard, he was clearly not impressed with her choice of actions. She tried to take a step back from him but she didn’t get far before her back hit a wall in the kitchen. And with each step she took back he took one forward till she finally hit the wall. Panic washed over her as her pale green eyes looked up at him with panic. He had her pinned between himself and the wall before she could even try to run or push him away.

His right hand shot out to wrap around her neck. His long fingers squeezing as he glared down at her. Her hands shot up to grab at his wrist. Though her air had been restricted he had not completely cut it off as she gasped for what little air she could force into her lunges. 

“I’m sorry,” was the gargled apology that she was able to force out of her throat as she looked up at him with wide eyes. He wasn’t allowed to kill her and it was probably the only thing that kept him from completely cutting off her air. She watched as he seemed unfazed by her attempt at an apology. This made her angry as she dug her nails into the skin or his wrist.

“Fuck you. You think you can just have whatever you want,” she growled at him as her eyes became hard as she refused to look away from him. Of course she was right, he always just did whatever he wanted without a care in the world. He didn’t care if he hurt other people, if it made him happy he would just do what he pleased. 

“And what? You think you can stop me?” He growled leaning right into her face as she glared back at him. His hands itched to squeeze her throat tighter wanting to watch the panic set in when she could no longer breath at all. Instead he settled for letting the palm of his hand start to radiant a little heat. This should put a little fear into the woman without risking him completely killing her. He watched her face, his scowl only growing deeper when he did not get the reaction he wanted. 

She could feel the hand start to heat up. It was slow but the heat continued till it started to burn. But she refused to wince or yield to Dabi. That’s what he wanted; she knew it. And so she would refuse to give him what he wanted till the pain completely became too much. She was sure the skin was already starting to blister. Finally she winced as she bit back the whine that bubbled in her throat. Finally the scowl on Dabi’s face changed to a wide crazed grin. This was what he wanted right away but she refused to just give in forcing herself to go through more pain till she couldn’t take it any more. She couldn’t even bring herself to try and force herself to answer him as she worried if she opened her mouth she would likely cry out in pain. 

“See, you can not stop me. Why don’t you just be a good little mouse?” He asked, grinning widely down at her as he watched her blink back tears as he turned off the heat from his quirk. 

“Fuck you!” Was the simple growl she gave him though even getting those two words out of her lips was a struggle. It hurt, her neck continued to burn even after his quirk was shut off. The feeling of his fingers still tightly squeezing her next continued to force pain through her body. 

A part of Dabi loved this spirit she had and her lack of proper fear of him. But that made him want to break that spirit, he wanted to see what that pretty face of hers would look like with pure genuine fear on it. But he knew he couldn’t do that, in order to break her the way he wanted to would require killing her. And Shigaraki had made it very clear that no one was allowed to kill the girl. Especially not Dabi. But still she was a medic, and was supposed to be able to use some mild healing type of powers so Dabi wasn’t scared to leave a few marks on the woman. 

He was bored all day long, he couldn’t go out and do whatever he wanted any more. No running around robbing places, burning people up and just having some good old fun as he pleased. Being stuck in his home all day and night was making him bored and this woman was his newest plaything as he decided to use her as his own personal entertainment. 

“Mmm I’d be happy to have a little pet,” Dabi purred, finding the growl from her entertaining. The look of disgust that crossed her face at his words was enough to make him start laughing. He could just hear her words of protest that that wasn’t what she meant. But she seemed to struggle to find the ability to say those words. But her face gave away how unhappy she was with the idea of fucking him. Instead Rin settled for an animistic growl to go with the look of disgust on her face. 

Her growl only made him laugh more as he loved to see her turning into a feral animal before him. It just thrilled him to see her struggle to come up with the right words to be able to describe her hatred, anger or disgust with him. He always loved to see just how far could he push her? And for how long would she push back? He wondered when would she give in? When would she stop fighting him? How long would it take to break that strong will and spirit? Those thoughts just thrilled the man bringing a wide manic grin to his face every time he thought of those questions. 

“You should remember your place. You're nothing but a replaceable toy. There is very little holding me back from killing you. I’d suggest you be more careful with your actions!” Dabi growled once he stopped laughing and leaned right into her face. The smell of cigarette smoke clung to his breath that glanced across her face from how close he was to her face as he tried to intimidate her. 

A mix of emotions washed over her as she knew he wasn’t lying. Killing her would piss off Shigaraki but that would be it, the league could replace her easily. But her pride refused to allow her to show that fear to Dabi knowing he would love it. Instead she simply chose to stick her bottom lip between her teeth biting down hard to keep herself from cursing at the man some more as she looked up at him still meeting his gaze refusing to back down. And yet that had the man grin before he finally ripped his hand away from her neck letting go of her. 

“But do remain so much fun my little mouse,” he said before turning and making his way towards the living room. The man was like a yo-yo one minute he was calm and civil the next he seemed to snap and he was nearly a feral manic. The whip lash she was getting was painful. Was he a dirty flirt? Was he an okay guy? Was he a complete lunatic that just wanted to light her ass on fire? Then again he nearly did light her on fire this time. 

Finally standing among the kitchen alone she slowly raised a shaking hand up to her neck, nearly whimpering at the pain that erupted from the simplest of touches on the blistering skin. Forcing her feet to move she nearly ran from the kitchen towards the bathroom. The man surely had to have some sort of medication for burns, a lotion or ointment of some sort. Walking into the bathroom she froze at the sight beside her in the mirror. 

Her eyes were wide and her breathing still a bit quick, her bottom lip swollen and sore as she had bitten so hard she had broken the skin and hadn’t even noticed. But what had truly caught her attention was the sight of the angry red hand mark that went nearly all the way around her delicate neck. The skin was blistering in spots and ugly looking. The pain was numb at first but as she moved the air even seemed to burn her sensitive skin. She didn’t even feel bad as she started to rummage through the drawers in the bathroom looking for something. The pyro had to have something. Painkillers, creams, something! And yet as she looked through the drawers she didn’t find anything that she was looking for. The man had to end up being burned by his own quirk to some extent, and her no cream? No pain killers? Actually now that she thought it over for a second the man most likely used illegal substances for his pain management. It wasn’t like he could walk into a hospital and see a doctor. That was why they kidnapped her with her basic medical knowledge and minor medical usages for her quirk. 

She sighed as she turned her attention back to her image in the mirror taking the time to inspect her burn a little more carefully. She had never healed a burn before and it would be a tricky thing to heal. She needed to figure out how deep the burn was. The pain was a good sign, it didn’t damage nerves. It was most likely at least a second degree as she didn’t think it was a third degree burn. Which meant she would need to repair the cells in her epidermis and dermis cells. With her right hand raised up to her neck she placed her fingers as close to the burn as she could before she started to focus on the delicate work of repairing her dermis layer of skin. 

It was delicate work, and working on her own body was always taxing. But she needed to work on the deepest damage slowly working her way up and towards her epidermis layer. By the time she opened her eyes panting softly she could see the burn looked a little less angry, the blistering almost gone. But now a sweat licked her forehead as the pain was still there but a little more manageable now as well. Not much different than when she would burn her hand on the stove. Tomorrow she could heal the rest but for now she was feeling exhausted both mentally and physically.

With that she slowly walked out of bathroom but now a new fire flickered in her as she found herself storming down the hall and into the living room to find Dabi sitting on the couch a smoke between his fingers his eyes flickering over to look at her before a grin broke out over his face at the sight of the still red hand mark on hay littered her neck. It was Dabi’s mark he left on her and although he was sure she healed it up, the sweat that licked her skin told him she had been using her quirk. 

“Oh what’s the matter? couldn’t heal up a little burn?” Dabi asked his voice, taunting the woman as he could see the anger on her face. 

“I want to talk to Shigaraki!” She growled at him completely ignoring his taunting comment. Instead her demand actually seemed to surprise him as she watched him arch an eyebrow at her. 

“Why the hell do you want to talk with Shigaraki?” He asked a slight growl to his voice as he didn’t seem to exactly like her demand. 

“That’s none of your business what I want to discuss with him,” she growled back as she watched him frown at her seemingly not pleased with demand.

“Awe you gonna go crying to the crusty man crying that I’m mean?” He asked once again his voice taking on a taunting tone but his frown gave away his unhappiness. 

“Not at all. But if I’m going to be working for the League of Villain's then I need to talk business with him. Or whoever is in charge,” she said simply though yes she did also want to bitch about Dabi and his treatment of her. But she wasn’t going to admit that.

“Fine I’ll try and contact him but don’t expect the man child to agree to talk to you,” Dabi said with a chuckle, fully expecting that Shigaraki would shoot down her request to talk with him. That was all she needed to hear. Without even a thank you she turned in her heels and stormed to her bedroom. If Dabi was going to keep his word then she wouldn’t completely heal the burn, she wanted it as proof of what Dabi was doing to her. She wasn’t sure if it would help but it was worth a try. 

With that Dabi watched as she turned and made her way for the bedroom she would hide away from. He could keep his word and reach out to the man but he didn’t expect the man child to agree. Shigaraki didn’t usually like it when people tried to make demands of him so surely the man would not agree to see the girl. With her hidden away in her room Dabi pulled his cell phone from his pants pocket punching in a number he had come to memorize before raising the phone to his ear. The sound of the raspy voice asking him what he wanted was his greeting. 

“Your little princess is demanding to talk with you Shigaraki,” Dabi said, simply getting straight to the point. The pause in a reply surprised him as it was unlike the crusty man to not just burst out in a no and hang up. Instead he could hear the man scratching at his neck in the silence before he finally spoke up. 

“Bring her to the bar tomorrow afternoon,” was the time Shigaraki gave before he hung up on Dabi, not going to give the man a chance to ask any questions. Dabi was forced to frown down at his phone in his hand. What was it that Shigaraki saw in the woman? Why was the man willing to meet with her? It just confused Dabi to see the man child acting in such an odd way. 

With that Dabi turned his attention to his cigarette that sat in the ashtray on his coffee table before he reached out to pick it up bringing the end up to his lips and taking a drag allowing the nicotine filled smoke to fill his lunges before he slowly let out the lunge full of smoke into the air before him. What is it about this woman? Why did Shigaraki care about her? Why her? 

Dabi’s mind was just filled with questions and he did not like that as he sat back deep into the couch trying to sooth his irritation with the cigarette between his fingers but it did little to help the more he thought about the woman. He doubted Shigaraki would tell him anything if he asked but still, it seemed the woman wasn’t the only one who was curious and had questions for the crusty man.

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Scandals - Tony Stark

Anonymous asked:

Hey if you don’t mind, could you write a SMUT & fluff for reader x Tony stark... can you also add an element of secret relationship being exposed.... Thanks, 😊

Thanks for sending this in anon! Hope you enjoy :) Please read the warnings. Requests are open!

Tony Stark x Reader [Smut/Fluff] Warnings: Smut, cursing, no protection (pretty please use protection irl), hand job Word Count: 3.1k

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You enjoyed working as an assistant to the Avengers, and specifically Tony, even though it was a hard job. It required you to move into the Compound, do basic chores for the Avengers that the others couldn’t do, and schedule a fuck ton of meetings. That was probably the hardest part of the job – the meetings and accidentally scheduling it wrong because of the time differences or when people were late, it all fell onto you.

But the thing about meetings that actually made you very happy was that you were able to pull Tony out whenever you wanted.

He liked that too, a lot, especially since you two started dating. You’ve been in a relationship for about three and a half months now, and you both agreed to keep it quiet. It would be a mess if the public knew that you were dating one of your bosses, especially since he’s a part of the Avengers. Tony even added that the two of you couldn’t tell any of the coworkers, or the rest of the Avengers since it was kind of scandalous.

Today had been extra stressful since one of the other assistants had taken the day off, so you took over his duties. You sat down on one of the chairs in one of the breakrooms, typing on your laptop. You were sending emails to the rest of the group of assistants and interns to direct them what to do and where to go.

“Ugh,” You groaned, as your laptop started to freeze up. Quickly, you took out your phone and sent the rest of the directions as planned and then tried to see what was going on with your laptop. Every time you moved your mouse, it would freeze the screen for up to ten seconds or so.

You unplugged the mouse, thinking that might be causing the issue but it made it worse, as your laptop’s screen turned blue and froze completely.

“Fuck this. Why is it acting up now? Of all days to act up, it does it now?” You were talking to yourself, irritated and very annoyed. You swirled around in the chair, trying not to get angry as you looked through the messages on your phone.

You sent a message to Tony, “Are you busy right now,”you sent it quickly. Almost instantly you got a message back from him, “Nope! Everything is cancelled.” You furrowed your eyebrows and laughed; a bit confused.

“What do you mean everything’s cancelled?” You texted back, and then went into the calendar app on your phone and checked the schedule. It looked like he wasn’t busy at the moment, but he had an interview with Bruce and Thor about public safety in an hour and a half.

“I’m cancelling everything now because you just texted me,” He responded to your text and you scoffed, letting out a small laugh again at his message. No way he would do that! He’d mess everything up for tomorrow and the day after tomorrow because there were three more interviews he had to be in, including one in DC, where he also had an important meeting, he had to go to.

If he cancelled it all now, it would ruin the schedule!

You called him instead of texting, now worried that he was actually cancelling things. It would be a huge mess if he did, and he’d piss off so many people. He answered after the third ring, “Hey, where are you?” He didn’t even say anything about cancelling things, and you scoffed again – this time making him hear it.

“Hey? What? What are you talking about, with cancelling things? You can’t cancel things without letting everyone else know and this isn’t the right time or day to cancel things, you know. Everyone’s going to be so angry with you! You have an interview soon.” You rambled to him, worry growing in your tone, and he giggled back.

“Aw, I love when you’re angry with me. So cute.” He replied but then cut you off quickly with, “Also, where are you? Don’t make me say it again.” You rolled your eyes at his response.

“In breakroom A3. Why?”

“So, I can see you. You never text me during work, what’s happening?” His explanation made you remember your laptop problems and you told him what it was, and he gasped, “Oh! So, you didn’t want to see me?” His question wasn’t meant to be answered but you sighed into the phone.

“I’d love to see you – we’re just busy.” You replied, spinning again in the chair.

“And… we’re going to see each other. Screw interviews and meetings and that type of dumb stuff.” Tony spoke, and you could start to hear his footsteps and voice from outside the room. You rolled your eyes at how he disregarded everything but stood up and opened the door.

“We’re alone?” He whispered to you, glancing at the door from the outside and once you nodded, he smiled happily. He guided you back inside with one of his hands and quickly shut the door and locked it. When he glanced around the room, he pulled you back and gave you a hug.

“I missed you.” He mumbled into your ear from behind. You grinned and slowly tuned around in his grasp and leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Missed you too, but I seriously need some help with my laptop.” You responded, chuckling when he groaned at the mention of work. He pulled away from the hug after a few moments and walked over to the desk with your laptop.

When he saw the screen, he hissed in a breath of air and then glanced over to you, “Damn, did you voluntarily download viruses or something?” You shook your head at him, confused since last time you saw the screen it was blue.

But now it was back to your emails, and it was mostly covered with erotic advertisements and clickable links. “Oh shit, no I didn’t! It was just a blue screen a few minutes ago.” You explained, laughing at one of the commercials that popped up. Tony shook his head with wide eyes.

“Yeah, no I don’t think I can just fix this in a few minutes. I work better with other types of things.” He shrugged back but continued, “I can try to fix it tonight or get you a new one.” You nodded to him, sighing. You didn’t say anything back because you were bummed out, but he walked back to you with a grin.

“I know something that’ll cheer you up.” He mumbled to you cheekily as he leaned closer and kissed the side of your neck.

“Oh! Are you sure you have time?” You chuckled, a bit teasingly to him and he shook his head against you.

“Do you have time? You’re always running about, feels like you’re busier that me. I miss seeing you.” He whispered up to your ear and you breathed in, feeling his lips touch a sensitive part.

“I always have time for you, handsome.” You replied, letting him push you back against the wall. You looked to the door quickly, noting that it is locked so it would be ok. He sighed, smiling softly to you as he admired you.

“Shh, don’t let anyone hear you.” He joked, closing the gap to kiss your lips. He teased you, biting gently and pulling your lip before letting go and licking over where he bit as you gasped. He quickly let his tongue out and smoothed it over yours, breaths hitting each other as you two started to pant at the kiss.

One of his hands went into your hair, gripping it gently and playing with it, twirling with his fingers. You pressed him against you harder, moaning as you felt your panties dampen start to dampen. His other hand wedged between the two of you, unbuttoning your shirt.

“Do you think we can do this? What if there’s an emergency?” You whispered breathlessly against his face, pulling away from the kiss. He tried to kiss you again, but he stopped himself and nodded, “They can wait.”

You laughed against his mouth, agreeing with him. It’ll only take a bit of time up in his schedule… it should be fine. You two continued to kiss more passionately, and Tony finally unbuttoned the entirety of your shirt, sliding it off your shoulders and letting it drop onto the floor.

His kisses moved down to your chest, and he even started to lick in small areas as he undid your bra. You helped him take it off this time, and he groaned lowly, kissing down at your exposed breasts, and started to grope and feel your nipples, kissing one and then the other, paying them equal attention. You started to whimper at the sensations, tugging at his hair and pushing his head down to continue.

“I love this so much; we should do this more often. Think you can fit it in the schedule as… meditation?” Tony asked, his eyes trailing up to watch your reactions. You grinned down to him and nodded, breathing heavily.

“Yeah, of course. I think you have an afternoon slot next week; we can do it then.” You responded and he laughed, nodding against you as he started to move his mouth back up to yours, meeting you in a kiss. You started to focus on taking his pants off, after feeling his boner against your pants.

“Ah fuck,” He stumbled out, something of a moan. He tugged his pants down just slightly and pulled down his underwear as well. His dick bounced up freely and he groaned loudly, his head throwing back as you grasped him gently.

You pulled your hand away to spit into it, and then went back. You smoothed your thumb around the tip, causing him to breath more erratically, groaning your name as he moved to lean his head against your shoulder.

“Is this ok, Tony?” You mumbled to him, smiling when you noticed the sweat dripping off his face. He nodded, unable to speak as you started to move your hand up and down, to jerk his cock off. You started to go faster and harder, gripping him even tighter than before.

One of his hands went back to grip one of your tits, squeezing tightly as you started to press a few fingers against his slit. “Fuck, you’re always so hot. All the time.” Tony began to ramble, opening his mouth as he tried to press his lips against your neck.

“I don’t want to cum like this.” He stopped you quickly after, a bit hesitantly. He did want to follow through, but he wanted to fuck you more.

“How do you want to cum?” You responded, stopping in your actions. You let go of his dick and he swore under his breath, shaking his head at himself.

“In you, with you.” He groaned out, his hips shaking slightly. You grinned excitedly, “Aw, really?”

“Yes, really. Fuck, we need to do this a lot more often.” He sighed, leaning down to kiss your neck. His kisses were sloppy and messy, wet from his spit as well. He bit you gently a few times as you started to push your pants down, with your underwear.

Once they were down, you noticed your phone fell as well, and the screen turned on, showing the time. You gasped at the time, “Oh fuck, Tony we really need to hurry this up.” You realized how close it was to being an hour and a half now, and you tugged him close.

“I don’t care about being late to a fucking meeting. They will wait for me.” Tony complained but he quickly helped move along as he found your entrance and slowly moved in. You both breathed out heavily at the sensation.

“It’s an interview! And they can’t wait for you, it’s live television.” You explained, laughing at the absurdity. He raised his eyebrows for a moment back to you, as if he was really contemplating staying or going before he shook his head and shrugged.

“They’ll wait. I’m Tony Stark.”

“This better not fall on me – I don’t want to be blamed for this.” You mumbled, gasping as he started to push into you completely. His hips started to thrust repeatedly, and he went straight to your neck, ignoring your words as he started to messily kiss at your neck, breathing in the perfume you put on it this morning.

“I’m serious, Tony.” You tried to scold him, but a moan broke past your lips as you started to hold onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“Yeah, I know.” He murmured back into your neck.

You knew how close he was, and you started to move your hips up to meet his thrusts, and you let go of one of his shoulder’s, feeling the need to pleasure yourself a little more since you two needed to rush. Tony pulled back, glancing down at your actions, and started to help you, adding his hand next to yours.

He circled his thumb around your clit roughly and quick making you gasp loudly, head hitting back against the wall.

“Oh, fuck! That feels really good.” You moaned, eyes closing tightly as he did it over again and you started to shake against him. His thrusts started to slow a bit, as he was focusing on you more.

“Mm, I bet. You know what’ll be even better?” Tony spoke up, grunting slightly as you tightened against his dick.

“What?” You whispered, breathing in and out heavily.

“Let’s come together, I want to feel you fall apart with me.”

You nodded instantly, liking his idea. You were getting close too, and you pressed yourself up against his touch and he started to add more pressure onto your clit, rubbing up and down onto it and around it, and he had a hold of your hand down there as well. He guided you into pressing down against your clit too, just as he was doing.

“I think I’m about to,” You paused as another moan interrupted your speech and he chuckled, agreeing with you.

“Ok, come with me.” He responded and he kissed your chin softly.

He started to go faster again with his thrusts, moaning out your name and a few other things that you couldn’t really understand. Each time he thrusted, you felt yourself getting even closer to your climax and then finally, you let go.

Oh, you felt everything fall apart in you. The warmness spread all across your body as you started to come, and your knees buckled, but he pushed you harder against the wall, keeping you where you were. You felt his cum spread into you as well, shooting upwards and you moaned out his name, gasping and scratching at his back.

“Oh fuck,” He stumbled out, face twisted in pleasure, panting out. He kept himself inside you for a few moments as the two of you started to breathe normally again.

You felt like you were weak all over, but it didn’t matter. You moved your head to the side, glancing down to your phone.

“Oh shit, Tony!” You yelled out, the bliss from just moments ago disappeared. The time showed you that Tony was supposed to be at least ten minutes into the interview, and that you had at least twenty messages from some of your other coworkers.

“Hm?” He barely got out as you pushed him away, rushing to put your clothes back on.

“The time! You need to get out of here!” You shouted, shaking your head. Your legs were all sticky and gooey, and you glanced over to him, eyes widening at his appearance. Oh fuck, you really messed him up.

“Uh, no. They’ll wait. They like to wait.” Tony disagreed, wiping a hand through his hair, but he did start to dress himself back with your help. You tried to fix his hair a bit, but it was too messy.

“Babe, no they don’t. They like it when everyone’s on time.” You stressed out, groaning as you reached for your phone.

You didn’t realize you pressed onto Bruce’s contact name, that popped up because he tried calling you. You set your phone down as Tony struggled with his zipper.

“Like I said, it’s ok. They will wait for me because of who I am. It’s like a game.” Tony chuckled, finding it amusing at how stressed you seemed over this interview.

“It’s not ok! We just spent the last – who knows how long, fucking!” You replied, pushing your hands up against your face as you sighed.

“You mean meditation.” He laughed but he quieted down when he glanced over to you.

“I’m sorry, I’ll go now.” He mumbled and walked over to you. He hugged you for a few moments and kissed your forehead.

“You can’t go looking like that!” You gasped at him.

“I’ve been called sleezy before, it’s part of my charm, don’t worry about it. I’m sure they’ll edit my face.” He tried to explain but then paused and scrunched his nose, “Wait, it’s live television, they can’t edit that.”

“Exactly! Oh fuck, just get out of here already. I cleaned you up the best that I could.” You emphasized. He nodded and without much else, he started to walk to the door.

“That was some good meditation, by the way.” He chuckled and then waved goodbye.

You followed him out the door after a few seconds, rushing to go to the bathroom to go fix yourself up a bit to look presentable.

As you rounded a corner, you glanced into one of the rooms, seeing that the TV was on, and it was on the channel that Tony was supposed to be with at the moment. You paused to see what was happening, and just barely you heard it – “his assistant?”

You tensed up, listening in more as you hoped that it wasn’t what you thought it was about. “I’m pretty sure they were just meditating, nothing more.” Thor spoke loudly and clearly, and you gasped. The camera zoomed into Bruce’s phone.

 “Yeah, because Tony is obviously a meditation kind of guy.” Bruce chuckled and then continued, “But I am sure that it was nothing bad. I think my phone connection isn’t that good and it cut out a few times.”

You didn’t know what to even think as everything dawned on you. You left your phone in there, and you must’ve pressed his contact and you didn’t see it. And the entirety of the audience of this interview knew what you and Tony were just talking about.

“Oh, fuck me.” You sighed, “Not another fucking scandal.”

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #iron man x reader #iron man x you #tony stark smut #marvel smut

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Carpe Noctem 23

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You set out your ingredients, trying to strategize what to do first. You have ideas, lots of ideas, and that sort of anxious motivation that keeps you from sitting still. Maybe it’s a need for distraction from the sudden swerve your life has taken, or your incessant urge to do everything for everyone, or maybe it’s just easier to lie when you look busy.

You don’t owe Lloyd the truth. The more you think about it, you barely really know him. And he said it himself, it’s just sex. Good sex. The best sex you’ve had, not that you have much to compare it to. So fuck your feelings, as he’d so eloquently proclaim.

Scones first. You’ve settled on a white chocolate and cranberry, but think that might be better kept until the festive season. You’re still in the throes of fall so the pumpkin walnut squares will like be the bigger hit. Oh, and the maple croissants. If you have time, you might experiment with some apple caramel creation too.

You prop your phone against the wall at the back of the counter. You put your music on a low din, keeping a base recipe open as you begin your first bowl of batter. The flour puffs out of the bake and dusts your shirt. Too late to remember the apron.

You add the rest of the dry ingredients and carefully stir. You bought a whole set of mixing bowls after you noticed Lloyd’s lack of essentials. You’ll see if you can expense that out with the ingredients. Your surprise might not go over well for your wallet.

You add the butter and carefully mix it in until crumbly. You put that in the fridge and start on the wet ingredients, humming as you focus on the little tasks. It’s easier than thinking of anything else.

Your fatigue nips at your eyelids. It’s been a long day and with all this ahead of you, it’ll be a longer night. You yawn and flick your wrist, whisking the cream and eggs diligently. You feel something tickle up your back before two hands settle on your hips. 

You lurch in fright and still the whisk as Lloyd leans into you, peeking over your head. He drones and rubs his crotch against your ass. He clicks his tongue as he brings his hands up to fondle your chest.

“You’re making another mess,” he says as he flicks the bag of sugar, “Really living up to the whole sugar tits thing.”

“Oh, I’ll clean it up,” you try to ignore how he kneads your tits.

“Hope this isn’t all for me,” he growls.

“Actually, no,” your pulse piques as you summon your preconceived lie, “it’s for the kids. At the daycare. Just doing something nice.”

“Mmm, you’re so nice, Mimi,” he lilts his tone mockingly, “you wanna be nice to me, mommy?”

“Lloyd,” you push your elbow back into his side, “please. Later.”

He exhales, ot breath fanning over your scalp. He bends to nuzzle your head, gritting in his throat. “I’m not asking.”

You stiffen and grip the whisk, putting it back into motion.

“I’ll be done in a bit, I really can’t let this rest–”

“Something’s up. You’re not telling me something…” he brings his hand back to your waist.

“I’m baking. What would I lie about?”

“Come on,” he grinds into you, “you know our deal.”

“It can’t wait?” You clang the whisk off the side of the bowl.

“No,” he says firmly. “I’m tired of waiting and lately, you’ve been making me do a lot of that.”

He pulls you back and you let go of the whisk as it clinks against the metal. He leads you back as you latch onto his wrists, trying not to lose your balance. He spins you to face the island and crushes you against it.

“Lloyd,” you squeeze his forearms, “you’re being… pushy. Please, let me at least put everything away–”

“No,” he snarls and twists free of your grasp.

He grabs your wrists and brings your hands up to the marble countertop. He presses your palms flat under his large and leans his weight on you, a warning. Suddenly, you’re all too aware of his strength and size.

He nuzzles behind your ear as he growls again, “don’t move, mimi.”

“Lloyd,” you push your fingertips into the marble and try to shove yourself back. 

He keeps you penned in as he trails a hand up your arm. You reach up to follow his touch, brushing your fingers along his bicep as he curls it around your neck. You raise your chin to keep from being strangled. What the hell is he doing?

“Please, give me some space,” you feel the panic surge in your veins, so hot it beads over your brow, “I’m a bit claustro–”

He hushes you as he flexes his bicep against your neck. You gulp as your eyes round and you stare at the pristine walls. You shudder in horror as your powerlessness sets in. Not only in that moment. This man holds your life in his closed fist.

“I won’t be long, sugar tits,” his other hand creeps back and he feels along your side and hip. He curls his fingers beneath the back of your pants and tugs, yanking harshly until the button pops loose. “Something about the whole mother hen shit gets me going.”

“Lloyd,” you eke out, eyes wetting as you quiver, “please, I don’t want this right now.”

“That’s too fucking bad. That’s not our deal.”

“Wha– No–”

“Shhh,” he forces your pants down roughly as he kicks your feet apart, “if you’re not screaming my name, keep your mouth shut.”

Your body locks up in terror. You can’t make a noise, you can’t move as he peels down your panties. You’re trapped in the heat of his body and the crush of his weight. This can’t be happening.

You close your eyes, blocking out the kitchen, trying to tune out your reality. Your ears zero in on the low drone of music still buzzing from your phone.

Go on and be a big girl You asked for this now Go on and be a big girl Well, everybody's gonna drown you out

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #au #series #the club #carpe noctem #the gray man

[leonscape]

critiquing + ranking the ikepri outfits this year

although no one asked, i just wanted to give my thoughts on them. i’m not a fashion student or anything so perhaps i shouldn’t be writing this but it’s an opinion piece so whatever. also my feelings about the character won’t affect my thoughts, this is just about the outfits. with that said, just know that i don’t really like camouflage; it’s very hard to pull off and too much of it looks a little meh. nobody in the fandom agrees on who looks the best but it’s okay. this is not meant to hate, i am just giving my opinion, feedback if you will. the artists and everyone working on this worked hard and i appreciate their work.

anyways let’s get into it going left to right

first we have gilbert

he’s not the worse offender, but it’s still hard for me to look at and say i like it. the camo is hidden under the layers which i think is nice because it’s more a little more subtle but still central. i don’t get the blue jewels tho is he trying to match with silvio? did he steal it from silvio? anyways i also cant hate the mesh jacket. i was thinking that it should be plain but now i think that his outfit as a whole would look too plain if it didn’t have the designs on them.

i’d honestly rate his outfit a 6/10

next we have clavis leopard guy

idk man this ain’t it. i don’t get their obsession with animal print like i get that it’s their animal crest and whatnot but it’s just ugh😩 it’s a personal thing but i think they’re kinda ugly. bro looks like it’s 2015 and he got that leopard print shirt from forever 21. the purple and the camo together just ain’t it either, despite him having the least amount of camo. i do like that his accessories are cohesive and he’s keeping his multiple belt aesthetic. he said “emma’s showing tummy so im showing tummy too” but overall, the outfit just kinda looks awkward.

it’s gonna be a solid 3/10 for me sorry

chevaliers outfit deserves to be burned im sorry

the worst offender. go to jail do not pass go and do not collect $200. y’all did not just layer animal print with camouflage. in my opinion the prints clash because camouflage is already a busy print with multiple colors. you add that to the tiger print and it just doesn’t make sense anymore. i think maybe it would’ve been more cool if the vest was camo and the lapel/cuff parts were black? or that gold color that’s already on it? i do like the jewels on his cropped jacket tho, it matches his accessories and adds a bit more flavor to that cream white.

-10/10 just no

i’m doing emma this time and i don’t like this outfit

genuinely don’t know what’s going on here. i’m very confused. is the blue parts supposed to be denim? why are there two different animal prints attached to her hip? and why fur? nothing is working together it’s like they were all assigned a group project but everyone misunderstood what they agreed on and they started to work on completely different things and when it was time to present, they just mixed it all together and hoped that it would work. i do like the denim x camo thing tho i think that could work

4.5/10 i think…

next leon

slayed. the camo isn’t in your face obnoxious and it doesn’t clash with the other elements of the outfit. this is definitely leon redemption arc from last year’s outfit. i like that the camo is able to stand on its own! his white sleeveless turtleneck provides a sort of canvas for the camo and i think it’s great. however i don’t really like chunky jewelry/accessories so the chains don’t really do it for me i think it would’ve been cool if they did dog tags or something because they went with a military kind of vibe with the camo.

you know what? 8/10 it was good it’s easy to look at and hard to hate also it’s a big step up from last time.

up next we got licht

i’m not sure how i feel about his blue with the camo. emma’s blue denim thing she has going on looks more grunge and that kinda works with the camo imo. but licht just looks like he could be a university student? there’s a lot of layers and i wonder if he’s getting hot in there 😹 when i first saw it, i was talking to a friend and i said he looks so boxy, he looks like a transformer about to say “autobots roll out” and then transform into a radio or something 💀 also why is he wearing an attach-on fur tail?

there’s some color clashing layers going on and he’s like an onion with all those layers 5/10

finally we have silvio and im tired of this camo theme

at this point i don’t even know what’s going on anymore. there’s so many shades of blue and im not sure i like it. y’all got dark blue, turquoise, and teal, and even his hair is like minty blue? i guess that’s just his aesthetic his color palette. his jacket is sparkly already but he had to add some sparkly jewels too lol. the square patch of camo just feels kind of slapped on there? i know they love their animal prints but maybe swap the Dalmatian print dog collar for a camo bandana? he can wear it around his neck like how dogs do 😹 it also switches it up a bit because literally almost everyone is wearing necklaces and you’re running out of ideas because leon is already doing the chunky layered chains.

4/10 that’s all

also i feel like if they wanted to have some color, they should try some colored camo

so in conclusion:

best

1. leon

2. gilbert

3. licht

4. emma

5. silvio

6. clavis

7. chevalier

worst

#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince fashion evaluation

[fallout4-reacts]

Anonymous asked:

Ok so this is less of a request and more of a thought to consider. It bothers me that Danse doesn’t really comment on vertibirds going down/crashing/finding dead brotherhood in the commonwealth. It also bothers me that Hancock doesn’t really say much during the synth quest in Diamond City. Idk I feel like there’s a lot of potential dialogue that’s missing. Like Preston commenting on a settlement that’s been “improved” (hit all requirements for water, food and defense) should also be a thing.

do you have any ideas for potential dialogue that’s missing from the game? Again, not a request so don’t feel like you need to write anything, but just a good for thought.

Titan quest part 3! (Part 1 - 2 )

So, I'll end this post quickly in order to get back to taking care of others ask who are waiting

I hope you are not disappointed; sadly, I had very few ideas…

Perhaps playing Fallout again will bring some to me I'll take note of it and possibly write another post on it later.

So, for the time being, The Conclusion

Cait - Curie - Deacon - Piper - Preston - Strong - X6-88

Cait : "Hey Cait, let’s take a nice walk to Nuka-World, where I’ll be the Overboss and I’ll beat strangers in an arena, enslave people..." You know?

"Stop immediately!"

“Cait?”

“Ya filthy traitor!”

“Cait?!”

“How dare ya?”

"Could you please calm down and explain why you are so angry?"

“Raiders! You've risen to the position of raider Overboss!"

"Let me relate you that funny story—

“No! I'm not interested! What are you thinking? You enslaved them!"

"They were evil people..."

"So you're now deciding who gets to live freely or not?"

"It wasn't that; it was strictly for business..."

"I told you everything, everything, everything. The fact that I was sold as a slave and that my life was a living horror. You seemed like a kind person to me. And now I see you putting those awful necklaces around other people necks like they're cattle! Would you have put the necklace around my neck in the past, in those days, claiming that I'm a wicked person, that I don't have the right to my freedom?"

"...It isn't the same."

"Would you really know the difference between a lost and violent drug addict fighting in a ring for raiders?"

Sole finds nothing to reply this time, frozen on the spot and unable to add a word.

"You couldn't have done it. Right now, you can't see someone you're putting a necklace on. I'm not going to kill you in the name of what we shared, because you helped me. But I'm leaving now, and I hope to never cross your way again. Because if I see your filthy, hypocrite face again, I'm going to blow it open, catcha?"

Sole looks, a weight of lead in the heart, as the one they had learned to consider a friend walk away. They realize how wrong they were, but they feel it's too late.

Curie (romanced): Okay, seriously, here I am, doing what many others have had to do, in some ways. It’s a one-in-a-hundred chance, but still, after going all the way around the bazaar, Curie is offered a place in a hospital (clinic?). Okay, some people must have decided to retain her as a companion, but she's not the most interesting element. Probably more appealing than very practical. It’s a command; Curie is assigned to a medical counter, and that’s it! But I'd like to picture a tiny scenario based on my fanfiction, even if I didn't touch on Curie's entrance in "her" hospital at this moment (precisely).

"Here, Curie, I'm not sure if I can help you much further in your quest to discover and study the world, but I think we could kill two birds with one stone if you stayed as chief physician at this new hospital in Sanctuary; your medical knowledge will be useful to both locals and transients. It's a settlement that is quickly gaining traction in the Commonwealth. You should encounter enough individuals and situations to further your education and insights."

The synth stands with her hands clasped against her chest, her gaze gleaming, turning her head from one side to the other, detailing the thick glass structure that was erected at the settlement's gates.

"Sole! That’s! That is incredible! That is stunning! That's incredible!"

"We made an effort to make the place look pleasant. I tried to make it as bright as possible so that you don't feel imprisoned up again like in this vault, as I had considered for some time to attribute it to you."

Curie's voice chokes in her throat as she barely holds back a sob.

"I'm not sure what's going on with me. It’s… It's like when you began slipping into my thoughts repeatedly, but I vibrate; it's as if tickles were flowing through my entire body. Everything seems to be pulsating. What is going on with me?"

"I believe it's excitement. A high amount of elation. You are overjoyed."

Curie's expression darkens, and she shakes her head and frowns.

"I see. Happiness. I thought I'd found it with you."

"You've found happiness in your relationship, but you're more than that. You have your own set of objectives and desires. A complete human cannot exist exclusively on the happiness and aspirations of another. He requires his own accomplishments."

"My... achievement is becoming a doctor for the new Sanctuary Hospital."

"It appears, based on how lit up you are."

Curie's brows raise in surprise, and her mouth makes an o.

"Did I light up? Is that a human ability? I was completely unaware!"

"It's a way of speaking" that Sole enjoys. "I mean, it seems obvious that you're happy."

"Oh, I see. Yes, I'm overjoyed right now."

Deacon : There are several. So many opportunities were squandered. As much in his interacts with other companions as everywhere else in the game. But I'd like to use a glitch because it's really noticeable (and funny).

"Deacon!"

"What?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"What?"

"You're... you're NUDE!"

The spy glances down at his attire and sees he has no one.

"Oh, you mean that? How do you feel about the suit? It's for me to dress up like Adam!"

"It isn't a disguise! It's nakedness!"

"You don't read the Bible. It's a disguise, truer than life; it's the most obnoxious disguise I could find to wear that day when I was dealing with a swarm of hot Amazons on a deserted island east of Boston."

"There have never been any Amazons on a desert island east of Boston."

"They were stunning! But here they were, killing all the people who dared to wear garments in front of their eyes, a religious thing, I reckon."

"You talk away from being naked."

"So they had this tall woman leading them. She was so huge that she was able to peer at the super-mutant from above. I've personally saw her spanking a super mutant on her lap.

"This is getting out of hand."

"Super-mutants were tolerated in this woman's society because they often just wore loincloths. Outfits truly irritated them."

"You.are.still.nude."

"I don't remember why; I think it has something to do with the fact that we come into the world without clothing, so we don't have to wear clothes so as not to offend the life that created us like this."

"Get yourself dressed!"

"It will be your fault if we get harassed by the Amazons of the desert island of East Boston."

Piper : The scoop of the century! The second. Sole infiltrated the Institute and came back. Piper CANNOT ignore that Sole is in contact with the DIRECTOR of the INSTITUTE.

"Sole, can we talk?"

"My personal favorite reporter!"

Sole comes to a halt in the alley leading to Home Plate, their gaze settled on Piper.

"What exactly do you want to talk about?"

"The Institute."

At the very least, she's not going in circles. Sole becomes uneasy as they anticipate what will follow.

"Okay, so what's going on?"

"You have to get me an interview with the director—

"Shaun, my son..."

"The director of the most heinous and secretive organisation ever to be born in the Commonwealth! Blue! I must have this interview!"

Sole looks around for a loophole but can't find one.

"Piper, I wish I could give you what you're asking for; you've been so nice and helpful to me. But I'm afraid I can't. Only I have access to the Institute. I'm not sure what they'd do if I helped you infiltrate them. And since you want to interview the director, it won't go ignored."

"Please ask him to give me this interview! According to what you said, he claims to be acting for the sake of humanity and its future. He'll want to spread the word about his vision, won't he?"

With her looks, the reporter backs Sole up, daring them to contradict her. Sole lets out a long sigh.

"All right, I'll ask him the next time I see him. But I can't promise you anythi—

Piper, overcome with excitement, jumps around her friend's neck.

"MANY THANKS! This is going to be the interview of the century! Of the millennium! Exclusive: The Great Boogeyman justifies himself!"

Sole would like to object and tell Piper that it is not done, but they would rather walk away while Piper is lost in her own vision of the future, gazing bright and bursting with excitement.

Preston : This situation can only arise if Sole is General of the Minutemen AND Brotherhoods of Steel.

"Sole! We need to talk! Now!"

"Preston? "You appear... upset."

The man is normally as composed as an Olympian. He recognises his state of mind and takes a deep breath to recover control of his nerves.

"I'm sorry, General. I... I lost it for a moment. But we need to discuss; it's critical."

Sole tries not to think about the lengthy journey they've taken or the bed that awaits them in a remote area of their home. They keep their anguish hidden and devote their entire attention to the man who truly gave birth to them when they landed in the Commonwealth.

"What exactly is it?"

"The Brotherhoods..."

Sole can't stop rolling their eyes. That was something they was expecting. Everyone around them is hesitant to pledge allegiance to the military organisation on many reasons.

"What, the Brotherhoods?" they inquire a little too bluntly.

"You have allied with the Brotherhoods of Steel!"

Sole closes their eyes and blows hard. They didn't have much patience today, and this kind of debate may sap what little they had left.

"Come on, Preston. Get to the point. I just busted a Super-Mutant camp, I'm filthy, exhausted, and I don't know if there's a muscle in my body that doesn't ache."

"The Brotherhoods appeared in the Commonwealth as if they owned everything; they drove the roads—

"And protect the civilians..."

"And grab any and all technologies they can find!"

The vault dweller cannot help but be astonished this time. They had no idea that, of all the things that could be put against the BoS, Preston would bring this up.

"Uh, what are you getting at?"

"Look, I haven't done much travelling outside of the Commonwealth, but I've met a lot of people who have. In comparison to other societies on the continent, the Commonwealth has effectively remained in the Stone Age. When major cities have risen from the ashes on the west coast, we are still attempting to establish viable settlements. While huge corporations have established themselves elsewhere, our caravan system is primary and inadequate. We have almost no high-profile clinics, let alone hospitals, yet huge health centers may be found in other places. We erect pumps with duct tape and rusted pipes while in the Capital they have cleaned water reservoirs! But, slowly and steadily, we are constructing something. Thanks especially to you, Sole. Every day, every week, we the opportunity to build new communities that are safer and more equipped than ever before. But, in the long term, the Brotherhoods will have crushed our best opportunity of making a real change if they continue to seize all of the technology that rightfully belong to Bostonians! They deploy their advances to take ours as we struggle to shake ourselves up and stand up! They are mortgaging future breakthroughs for future generations even before we are aware of the possibility! This is intolerable!"

Sole doesn't know what to say about it. To claim they hadn't considered it is a far cry from describing where they are. While they had always considered the Brotherhoods' efforts as a helpful means to safeguard the people from anything that could jeopardize their future, they now realize that their fixation with collecting the technologies of the past had the opposite effect on the future. And they are acutely aware that there is little to prevent this looting in its purest form.

Strong : We've been with Strong for a long time; he's a powerful and unique companion, but his personal mission never progresses. Okay, we know the Milk of Human Kindness doesn't exist, but it has been misleading this unfortunate Super-Mutant who blindly follows us from the start. At some time, far beyond all occurrences, after a few months of following all of Sole's whims and following them everywhere, Strong may probably come to realize that things are not moving forward. As a result, he should confront Sole.

"Human! Stop!"

"What's going on, my great friend?"

"Puny human thinks Strong stupid. Strong follow human, respect human, help human. But Human lies to Strong."

Soole wide-eyed in surprise. They finally comes to a halt and turns to face their merry green giant companion.

"I believe we have a major problem. You must explain, because I have no idea when I lied to you."

"Human Kindness Milk. Humans do not seek. Human not wanting to help Strong."

Oh shit, Sole thinks. Indeed, they had never ventured to explain to Strong the struggle this pursuit was, hoping that it would die out on its own.

X6-88 : A Courser’s mission is to bring the escaped synths back to the Institute

"Nick," Sole greats the detective as they return to Diamond City.

"Sole," he reply to his great pal.

X6 examines the Synthetic before turning to Sole.

"Ma'am/Sir, we need to stop and extract this element."

Nick and Sole exchange glances. Nick wishes to object, but Sole raises their hand.

"X6, you can't...stop Nick and...extract him out."

"It is imperative to adhere to the Institute's course of action and report on any stray elements. This element is obviously a fugitive, and we have an obligation to return it to the Institute immediately."

"No, you can't do that."

"This version may be outdated and deficient—

"You know what the outdated and deficient version says!" 

—but we owe it to the institute to report it as soon as possible."

Sole sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of their nose, feeling a migraine surge to their brain.

"Look, X6, we're not at the Institute, and we haven't gotten any specific orders about this element. Furthermore, as you indicated, it's out of date—

"You know what he tells you about the past date!"

—and won't be relevant to the Institute's needs."

"Orders are orders."

"You must also follow my commands. It is not possible to bring this old version back to the Institute!"

Nick adds, growling in his beard, "You know what the old version tells you."

X6 pauses, clearly caught up in a conflict of interest. He must obey Sole, but he must also obey the Institute's directions. He has no idea how to react to the circumstance. He is unsure of what he should do. His brain strives to process all the data, facts, directions, and laws behind his marble face and fixed gaze covered by his sunglasses.

Nick and Sole, realizing the Courser has been frozen in place, decide to let him consider what has just been said. Meanwhile, they're on the hunt for holotapes.

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[tiredassmage]

It's that time again - update rambles time kdfnalsdfnsd. The short version is, overall, I'm really pleased with this update, but there's... at least one thing missing that did sort of derail me in the end and I'll still need to go back and play it pubside on my Trooper, which I think I might enjoy slightly more for... cohesion of a story's sake, but that's. a) getting a bit into the actual ramble and b) getting my personal blorbo feelings involved which is absolutely what I do here but, let me do it in the right place, lmao.

Mechanically, this was. a really sweet update to me. There's lots of doing in progressing through the story part. The fights are engaging, the action is selling. It doesn't play like a bunch of run to checkpoint x, do y, hand in z, which is very nice. There's. actually a few things to consider. Comparing to 7.2 in Showdown, the action isn't just in the cutscenes this time - it's definitely there, too, I have plenty of nice action shots to add to the blasters out collection, lol - but it's also in the gameplay, at least from my take, so! I've really no complaints from a gameplay perspective thus far.

I haven't worked on any of the dailies or done the little follow up with Lane or whatnot yet because I sort of had my fill with the story for the day and I wanted to check out some of the lighting changes in other parts of the game, hehe! So, might run into other things later, but we'll see.

I also love seeing locations from earlier in the game making a comeback. The little hints here and there are enough to be exciting for me - though I see some people saying missed opportunity to do things with Jorgan and Corso and I will more than likely agree with that. I'd always be a sucker for more references.

Petra's really cool. I love her. Loved meeting her and working with her. As a local Imperial Agent enjoyer, I think it's only natural to say I do love the sneak and spy elements of this update, lol.

I got a lot of what I could've ever hoped to ask for out of this update. I'm just... missing the saboteur options? Which... really threw me at the end. There's at least a place or two that it felt exactly where those sort of options should've come up, but there's at least no directly labeled sight of them around, which is... jarring given Tyr's extensive history as a double agent for the Republic.

It's... a really tricky situation to deal with on Ord though, so that's. how I'm choosing to sort of interpret that one. There are some areas that felt a little too tight on strictly Imperial loyalty for how I typically play him, so it's. It's jarring, in short. One of my disappointment areas, I have to admit. I haven't done any of the dailies, but it looks like it'll end up being interpreted as Imperial support either way - which, fair, I'm playing an impside character, I know, but the lines were very clear on Ossus for where that saboteur option was involved and they even appeared on Manaan. I'm still hoping to see that storyline go somewhere even though there feels like there's a lot of moving parts on the board at the moment.

SO. With that said, onto my giggles and other miscellaneous references because it seems the last several story updates have thematically been reflective and reference-pockmarked for me, lol.

I cannot tell you the way I squealed with excitement to see these two in frame and actually doing something like cooperating.

And also the way I am, once again, haunted by being an Imperial Agent girlie. Because all I can think of in this is Double agent. Triple agent. Do you even know whose lies you're telling anymore?

Primarily, of course, my own feelings about blorbo who's been in the spy business for literally about half his lifetime and a double agent for maybe half of that - now he's going to balance being a double for the Republic with working with Sa'har? Ough. Tyr, babe. I hope you know what you're doing.

He wants to help her. He's wanted to from the start. Sa'har's I'm not sure I -want- to leave, speaking to that I'm not sure I can leave a job unfinished that Tyr is so, so painfully familiar with experiencing. Maybe he's got fleece over his eyes because of his own complicated feelings about working in unseen ways, but he does believe her.

ALSO THIS GIRL. NEARLY GIVIN ME A HEART ATTACK. GIRL I LIKED YOU DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT. Anyway. I love her. I love. Again, one of the most hilarious dialogue wheels you could give this man is I'm no traitor (lie, you've been once since you were in your late twenties, and you're like, what 46ish? It's been a long time since Hutta, agent) / I don't work with traitors (another lie, you're still kissing Theron Shan [Tyr. argues that doesn't count which is the only reason this is the option I went with] / and [Attack]

And then I won't be normal about him taking option 2 and dropping "I'd like to believe I've always been fighting for something greater."

I'm fine. I'm sure I'm fine. [Girl who is constantly plagued by the emotional agonies of maining a double agent.]

ANYWAY. Or perhaps also on that note. Krovos getting a little sharp about his misplaced priorities. Nothing comes of it. Yet. But it's enough to keep my brain stew going and bubbling about the weight of it all.

And it's just. so very Tyr to throw himself in the line of fire trying to keep people he meant to keep out of overcomplicating situations safe.

And I am, overall, just a sucker for the way this update brings it back to... I guess grass roots, you could say. Grounding the story in what's actually happening to places like Ord Mantell, brushing with some of the consequences on people in general - the Hidden Chain stealing supplies, possibly moving people, even, or at least their allies might be - sells the big story in the end, I think. Otherwise, the big, vague prophetic 'the fate of the galaxy sets on your shoulder' doesn't really settle as much. This might be what you're fighting for, or it might be what you're costing along the way. And I just like having that connective tissue that is 'they're here for supplies;' they're rebuilding and moving forward with plans after Ruhnuk, and Malgus's threat that all things will still unfold according to a plan is still lingering around.

[Also, Rass people. The flirts. wtf I love it. They're adorable.]

And I really am just. Such a hopeless sucker for scenes like this. A little slice of just being people in between all the galactic turmoil and heroics.

So, I've still got a fair amount of things to be chewing on! Once I'm through this last week of finals stuff, I'll expect I'll hop on TrooperTyr and go. redamage my emotions further and play it pubside and have a whole other whirlwind of emotions about how he handles it too dlfknsadlkf;sld. For now, time to pop some screenshots into the queue! ^.^

OH. ALSO. Kessing's Landing is fucking beautiful.

#dot talk #swtor spoilers #swtor 7.4 #spoilers #swtor chains in the dark

[dennydraws]

Good Morning! It's almost weekend :D

Hello everyone! Weekend is almost here, huzzah! I hope the summer heat is starting to lessen for all you autumn lovers out there! As a summer child, my powers were at peak last month and now I begin to unwind as the colder months will start creeping in, but it'ts fine for I adore autumn most! :>

Comic Project, Comic Project!! First, thank you so, sooo much for giving my new comic project a follow and a look!! I have the next couple of chapters done and I aim to post new one every 2 weeks to keep a healthy pace for my won energy's sake. :D;; I'll be busy with a friend's visit next week so chapter 2 will probably get posted on Friday where I normally would have posted it on next Monday! Please look forward to it! (always fun to type that) I'm practicing to get more comfy with drawing in procreate so it is a learning curve for sure! :>

Sun Haven!!! Ahhh, I've been playing this game a lot this week, though I'm barely in summer first year now ! This game is so much fun! I love that I can be dragon, fae, demon, angel, elemental, cat or whatever I want and live my fantasy farm dream XD I'm super indulging myself with forbidden angel/vampire romance scenarios now and gushing over so many art ideas in my head. Expect a downpour of arts by the end of the month probably :'D;;;

Watercolors!!!! I'm just going to add 4 exclamation marks to follow the other two, ahem anyway, yes watercolors! I've been practicing environment while not trying to get too hung up on the task, just having fun and drawing Marwind in random wonderous locations! I picked an old sketchbook which has very .....difficult paper but also that makes it easier for practicing and just letting go of expectations. I'm not in a hurry to finish it or anything but excited to show it eventually. It... is going to take a while given how I draw on both sides of the pages XD;;

Anyway, that's all I had to say for today ... before someone at work scolds me for blogging during work hours hehe

Thank you for reading my rambles, dear reader! I hope you have great rest of the week and a wonderful weekend!

#Good Morning! #Denny Blogs