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musubiki · 8 months

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taffy: my wife is mad at me. i hope i die.

seriously though, that comic really made me sad. i want coffy to have the fluff too. i would also love to hear your coffy hcs too because i'm so in love with them too (please).

THATS LITERALLY HIM AFTER EVERY FIGHT!!!!!!! and coco has to go and be like "I still love you just let me be mad. we're not breaking up"

and dw they will!!!!! eventually!!! but for a long time its a lot of *gestures to coffy* ....this. just by the nature of enemies to friends to lovers....wereas limochi have known each other for so long....good to have different flavors of romance stories...

anyway heres some headcanons (canons??) including some times they run into each other during pre-timeskip before taffy is a guild member (long post about their interactions/history):

every morning, coco goes for a run. its part of that little bucket list her parents made her, to "live a healthy lifestyle." this is also the origins of her magic item quick shoes power!!! much like how limes baseball hobby turned into the thunderbat, cocos running hobby turned into her magic item (she named "the talaria") (this is relevant i promise)

anyway, she runs around the area where she lives which happens to be near the docks. taffy works at the docks (weird that one of the main villians of the pre-timeskip works a normal 9-5 but he gotta feed himself somehow. mochi never knows this because she never goes to this area (too close to the water for her taste. only ever to visit coco occasionally, and even then she doesnt venture down to the docks)

this results in coco just. running into taffy. at the small-business grocery store a block away from where she lives. shes just running one morning like "La di da, taking a jog~ its been a few weeks since that weird guy kidnapped me and tried to kill mochi, at least i never have to see him again-" and then hes there buying fucking apple juice at the checkout counter

when they see each other, taffys whole body is a mixture of panic and ... something??? he thinks. why is my heart beating so fast, he thinks. the old lady behind the counter is like "Oh taffy is this a friend of yours?" (she has no idea) and coco and taffy just looking at each other in tense silence ready to throw down at any second

"I thought you were dead!" "Just let me buy my apple juice in peace, I have to clock in soon." "Clock IN- WHAT???!!!"

that little small business grocery store becomes neutral ground. apparently taffy is a regular enough that the owner (the old lady) knows him, and has no idea hes a water magic bad guy, and they both agree starting a magic fight with a bunch of innocent people around who have nothing to do with it benefits no one

"Aren't you like...evil? I thought you'd be into the whole killing innocents thing." "...what?"

this is a good place to actually get taffy to talk. during these encounters this is where coco gets to actually ask him what his deal is and try and talk sense into him, none of which works

cocos social resiliance is insane, eventually gets to the point where theyre there at the same time, and she doesnt have enough money to buy eggs so she turns around and looks at him and says, in all seriousness, "I need five dollars." and taffy, after a long period of silence and a face that says "????????????" just. places a 5 dollar bill in her hand. why am i doing this, he thinks. why is SHE doing this?

coco never tells mochi she runs into taffy like this. the reason is that in the few conversations shes has with mochi about taffy, mochi seems incredibly stubborn on the idea of trying to help him. shes under the mindset of "Hes trying to kill me, and i intend to protect myself from him, and thats it." and to be fair, she has every right to think that

but coco, who has had at least some interaction with him, thinks hes not necessarily 100% evil and some part of her wants to help him. (he did save her after all, even though hes the one that kidnapped her in the first place, and apparently hes not evil enough to just wreak havoc anywhere he goes)

Im not totally sure why coco is so willing to help him. maybe she feels bad for him, or some part of her thinks helping him will make her a better person, like the kind of person her parents wanted her to be. maybe its because when she was all alone and at her worst point, she had people who believed in her and helped her and wouldnt give up on her and she wants to be that kind of person for this man, who has no one.

he isnt reliably at the docks working. sometimes she cant find him, shes not sure where he goes.

the second time they encounter taffy is when coco gets the talaria. in a fight where mochi actually gets downed by the water magic for the first time, and lime almost gets fucking GOT by taffy, mochi uses whatever magic she has left to infuse magic into cocos shoes and leaves it to her. this is the first time coco absolutely kicks his ass, 1) because its his first time fighting her and 2) he has a VERY hard time bringing himself to hurt her.

after this fight, he realizes he has a serious problem

he actually kidnaps coco a second time afterwards (LMFAO)!! shes like "SERIOUSLY?!?!?" and he goes "Maybe next time don't be so easy to kidnap." this attempt at getting mochi also fails

they run into each other occasionally between main confrontations. taffy doesnt attack directly one after the other, theres usually a good amount of time that lapses between encounters for him to regain his strength and strategize.

another time they run into each other is at this little food festival at the docks. coco goes because hey free food!! and taffy goes because "Oh my god...free food." when they run into each other taffy is like "........since we're both here.........do you wanna maybe.....walk around....together...." and she goes "Are you for real" (she does it anyway because he offers to pay for any games she wants to play. when she asks why hes trying to do this, maybe get her to lower her guard so he can kidnap her again?? and he gets really quiet before responding. "I dunno. It's lonely to walk around by myself." and she stares at him for a bit and says "Yeah I guess so.")

anyway this is a really soft night for them. at the end coco asks "So heading home, huh? What does home look like for you?" and he doesnt respond. its only at this point she learns he doesnt actually have a place to stay. he just wanders around to find the nearest warm place to sleep, sometimes breaking into cars or under overpasses or something.

so she offers like "Hey...I have a couch. Wanna sleep there tonight?" and his fucking weak ass says "...yes."

anyway he gets a taste of the warmth of normal life here (he is insanely awkward when he stays with her. she gotta be like "Dude please chill out you are making me anxious"). his heart is racing the whole damn time and gets nervous anytime he looks at her. why is she nice to me? what does she have to gain? he thinks. this must be some kind of weird strategy to get me to lower my guard. why am i falling for it? and then she hands him a bowl of popcorn and turns on a soap opera and hes even more confused.

he wishes would never have to leave but by the next morning, hes gone without a note or anything. she doesnt see him for a while after this.

at one point, coco also gets kidnapped by the coattails. she goes "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?" banging on the rails of her cell, and they go "What? You're easy to kidnap." (cocos running joke is that any kidapping/hostage situation, she is always the one to get stolen lol)

THIS is the time that TAFFY GOES TO GET HER!!!!! at the same time mochi goes to get her. and it turns into "Okay truce until coco is safe then we can kill each other." and taffy begrudgingly goes "....fine."

at the end of this quest mochi actually does get knocked out. either in combat or by using up all her magic, and taffy HAS the opportunity to kill her. right there in front of him. coco doesn't have the talaria, and mochis out cold. but he doesn't because coco is there pleading and crying for him to not hurt her.

after THIS he realizes okay, this problem is more serious than i thought.

amanita also takes note that because of coco, taffy is no longer useful in the fight against the cat witch, and after this point is where she starts getting involved directly.

anyway ill stop there cuz its already a long post but here are the taffy/coco pre-timeskip interactions!!!

#LONG POST but if you wanna know about coffy...#bpp #text #lore #coco made a good call not giving up on him though #even though it ate her up inside the whole time because she was fraternizing with the enemy behind mochis back the whole time #i wonder what mochis reaction will be when she eventually finds out about coco and taffy...#after their like 3rd interaction she starts calling him tiff-taff and hes like.....wh...why...

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eye-burning · 5 months

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WE JOPPING!!!!

Yes! I'm still on this! To be fair I did warn it would drag on.

Cyan Includes: Nox, Felix, Slightly Off Taffy, Cerim, Florin, Brunhild, Eress, Oberon, Saella, Zett and, Chocolate Cake

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fledermoved · 5 months

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@firestcr

—–🦊🦊🦊—–

At first, she could hear nothing but the rush of blood sounding in her ears. Feel nothing but the pounding of her head. In a short word, she felt weak. She felt as though all of her muscles had been pushed to their limit — Like she had been put through a merciless exercise regiment only to be stretched by a taffy puller at the end of it all.

But the ache in her head was even worse.

Her skull contained a throbbing mass of churned and transformed brain matter, and as she opened her eyes, the pain intensified tenfold, sensitive to the light of the morning.

She groaned, scarcely able to lift her head at first, but just managed to do so as she looked down at her... Paws?

"...Wh-...at...??"

—–🦊🦊🦊—–

#I figure she's somewhere within thunderclan territory but not like. IN camp or anything :)#maybe the dawn patrol reports to firestar and is like ''UM. THERE'S A FOX OUT THERE DUDE'' and he has to come see #or maybe he just sees her while on a stroll <3 up to you!!#firestcr #threads #m:Jane #warrior cats tw

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trashcanplant · 3 months

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An Extended Neighborhood!

Oh, I’ve been busy today! Part of my personal work over the weekends is to draw one big thing per day. Today’s topic was: Neighborhood homes and phones! So we’ll be going in order!

Marnie’s house and phone are rather quaint. It’s gotten an update since its first appearance alongside Marnie. She’s very happy in her little cottage just down the road from Poppy and slightly out of the way from all the hustle and bustle.

The schoolhouse! This is the home to Deirdre and her students, including Jonesy! The school is on the bottom floor, with student dormitory on the second level. Deirdre resides on the third floor. She has a personal phone and a wall mounted phone so her students can call home if they need too. A perfect fit for Home’s favorite teacher!

Paulette’s observatory! A rather large main building that hosts plenty of comfy chairs and books and a small side room where Paulette does all their living. This wonderful star-studded building is rather isolated from the rest of the neighborhood, up in the hills to get better look at the stars. Paulette loves to make late night phone calls to all their favorite people to make sure they see the latest astrological event!

Minerva Mannerly’s Miniature Manor! This glorious house is built across the lake, giving it an almost enchanted feeling! Minerva loves to look out over Home from her tall windows. Her phone is rather elegant, painted in similar floral patterns that her dress and parasol have.

The Pizzario twins share a townhouse style split level with their respective shops on the bottom. Antoni has a small patio dining area and a large kitchen space, while Dandy chose to have a little plant box. The twins each have their own phone in their shop, Antoni’s looking like a pepperoni pizza while Dandy’s looks like a perfect saltwater taffy. They really do prefer to stick together!

Here’s a lineup of all the houses and phones put together. This took a while between all the architecture research and looking back at the WH website for inspiration and such. But I had a lot of fun drawing these today. Grover just doesn’t have an actual house outside of the Fence, but I didn’t want to draw that because it’s a fence. Today was for houses. Yeah! Lotta good stuff here.

#welcome home oc #artists on tumblr #digital art #marnie maestro #deirdre dewmoore #jonesy fruitbat #Paulette pillar #welcome home #Antoni Pizzario #dandy candy #minerva mannerly #digital doodle #building drawing

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lullabyes22-blog · 1 year

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Snippet - Slow Torture - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Mel and Silco quibble over patience and entitlement :)

Nsfw

"That's the trouble with you Topsiders. Too much entitlement and its expectation of fulfillment."

Her face darkens. "Is that your game, then? Make me beg for it?"

Her temper is climbing again. One ill-timed word, and it will spark. That's how it goes between them. In a heartbeat, their dance can go from a blissful waltz to a volatile volta. Yet that tantalizing ebb and flow is what keeps them circling closer and closer. Intimacy hidden in attrition.

"Beg?" Silco says. "Hardly."

Beneath the shroud of her skirt, his hand slides up her bare thigh, cool-tipped and ghostly. Medarda'a lips part on a shaky gasp. But the urge to reclaim her space has become vestigial. His hand shapes itself to her mons, over the strip of lace. Deliciously damp—and not from rain.

His thumb imparts a caress; slow, lulling, hypnotic. Medarda's throat works, a cry smothered.

It's a game between them. A safe game, no territory taken. Except the smokeless heat between their bodies burns as intensely as nakedness.

"You already have it all," Silco whispers. "What I want from you is something different."

"Wh-what?"

"To see what happens when I take it away." His lips touch her ear, a slithering whisper that echoes the more secretive slither between her thighs. "Everything."

Medarda's breath stutters nonsensically. The rest of her yields like taffy—except the stir of hips, that won't stay still for any price. Her gasps are continuous now, filling the soundproofed cabin, and then climbing a full octave as her steady tremors give way to hard spasms.

Her kisses are like her conversations: a silken tease. Her orgasms are like her temper: a floodgate unleashed.

Afterwards, she sags in his arms. Heavy lids, parted lips, sleek skin. A lassitude of trust. Silco withdraws his hand, popping his fingers into his mouth. Licks every tart drop of her into himself. His other palm cradles her head. She nuzzles it like a pillow. Like she can rest there. Her eyes droop shut.

"So why deny yourself?" she breathes. "Why deny me?"

"Do I deny you?"

Unexpectedly, her palm sleeks up his trouserfront, first with a tease of fingertips, then with a sudden bold grasp that knows exactly where he lives. From under her lashes, she watches the planes of Silco's face alter, hardening into hunger.

"You do," she purrs. "Worse, you enjoy it."

Silco peels her hand away, squeezing out a gasp. The aggression doesn't frighten her. Her stare holds a hungry luminosity.

"Anticipation," Silco says, "is its own pleasure."

Medarda retorts by folding their bodies together. Their mouths find each other. The first biting kiss gives way to others more devouring. He shoves her back against the seat, making himself heavy. Feeds on her with open mouth and hands, and she spreads for him like the silkiest Venus flytrap, loosening before his very eyes even as her arms and legs encircle him tight.

The limo rolls to a stop.

Reflexively, Silco and Medarda disentangle. Silco adjusts his suit with precision. Medarda meticulously refreshes her make-up.

Their eyes meet. No evidence of wrongdoing except their breathing, still ragged in the dark.

"Anticipation," Medarda says, "is becoming slow torture."

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #arcane mel #silco #mel medarda #melco #silco x mel #fanfic #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo #snippet

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midnightnautilus · 3 months

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Wilbur Cross/Wilford Warfstache Fic

Summary: Wilbur Cross finds an anomaly in the Black and White.

Funny little crossover I thought I’d post!

Amongst all the errands and cavorting around Wilbur Cross had to do these days, there were times where he could just stretch his legs and take a break. More than he could say then the hours of the job he used to have, anyways.

Go figure, he thought, grinning to himself as he pulled out a lawn chair with a flat back from the void and propped it up in the ground of the Black. Wilbur took off his jacket and put his arms behind his head as he laid down. The thrum of energies that coursed through the void were nice background noise, and he’d even gotten used to the screaming and wailing.

Maybe he could rile up one of those Sniggles enough to go get him a brewski, make themselves useful.

“Damien?”

Wilbur blinked. That voice was new. He craned his neck up, his spine popping as it did so. Wandering through the void was someone he’d never seen before, which he didn’t particularly care for. Nowadays with the help of the Lord in Black, Ol’ Wiley could usually smell a timeline and their baggage on a person.

Still, must have just been a cult member of some poor bastard that wandered into a summoning circle. He certainly had the looks of one of Nibbly’s disciples, dressed from head to toe in glitzy, glittery pink. Even his mustache was tinged a bright bubblegum.

A far cry from a hooded figure, but it takes all kinds to make a reality.

The figure squinted at Wilbur with puzzlement. “Wait just a tick…you’re not Damien. Suppose he wouldn’t be just lying around, anyways.”

Wilbur couldn’t suppress a laugh. He hopped up to his feet to more closely examine the fresh meat. “Well now, aren’t you a big stretch of taffy! I don’t think I’ve met a ‘Damien’, but tell me…do you know where you are?”

This was usually the part where the victim stuck in the Black would realize their scenario and break down, but this guy just shrugged and ignored his last sentence. “Ah, well…he’s around here someplace, that rascal. Might see you later…or earlier…it all depends…”

“Oh no sunshine, you’re not getting away that easily.” Wilbur wasn’t sure what this guy’s MO was, but he wanted to find out before the guy disintegrated. He grabbed one of his suspenders as he walked away, which stretched for about 10 feet before he stopped.

That did it. The mustached man turned around. Annoyed, he yanked the suspender out of his hand.

“Hey! Hands off the merchandise, pally! I’ve gotta be camera ready in 2 hours! Or…two days?” The guy seemed as addled about time as a Spankoffski, muttering to himself about minutes and months. “In any case, it’s common courtesy!”

Wilbur leaned on a non-existent counter, staring down this man like a humorous display in a fashion show. “Pretty big talk from a guy who looks like he just stepped out of a discotheque.”

The man strolled up with a wry smile, apparently alright with the ribbing. “Well, aren’t YOU the clever canary, Mr. uh…”

He peered over to what Wilbur thought was his bare neck.

“Hey, doll, my eyes are up here…and my goods are a little lower,” Wilbur interrupted, hoping to at least get a night out of whatever this encounter was.

“Mmm…uh…John Macnamara? In the military, I see! I used to know…someone in the military, can’t exactly remember which—“

“Wh—-no!” Wilbur’s eyes darted down to find a dog tag around his neck. A remnant of a man he no longer was. How did that get there? He swore he threw it away.

He yanked it off his neck causing the chain to break and threw it behind his back. “My name’s Wiley, if ya must know. And you better ask all your questions now,” he growled defensively before regaining his composure. “before you bite the dust.”

“MhMMMMMM!” The man’s eyes glinted with mischief before getting out a sparkly pen and notepad from…somewhere. “Seems like a bit of a BREAKUP then, eh?” He questioned Wilbur with the air of a teenage gossip. “Some sort of estrangement happen with that little jewelry? Perhaps a—”

As he tried to zone out any of what this mush mouthed weirdo was saying, he looked at the pad of paper. Much too big to fit in a pocket. He rolled his eyes. Of course this fucker had the gift. He’d probably be dead by now if he didn’t. Whoop dee doo.

“Funnily enough, I’m also a Wil— Wilford Warfstache, at your service! You may have heard of my show and this pathos piece just might—“

Wilbur had enough of this guy. He yanked him up by his collar and narrowed his eyes, speaking in a low hissing whisper.

“Listen up, jellybean. Gift or no gift, unless you pledge your soul, you’re gonna DIE HERE. Which sounds better? Being at the mercy of a god…or becoming one?”

His eyes narrowed and glinted a bright green, his menace lacing his usual jovial tone.

Wilford blinked and responded almost admonishingly. “Now what did we say about the merchandise? Jesus, I’m gonna have ta get this PRESSED—“

Without warning, Wilbur sliced through the air with a shining obsidian-colored blade, scratching across the man’s clothes.

Wilford fell to the ground. He groaned with frustration before whipping out a Magnum pistol and firing three shots before Wilbur could blink.

The bullets didn’t hit - the Black made sure of that - but they knocked Wilbur flat on his back with shock, making him out of breath he didn’t know he had.

Wilford cringed at the sight of his destroyed shirt and sighed. “To think, I was gonna have you on for an interview.”

He strolled away, calling out, “Well, I’ll be seeing you, Wilson!” before disappearing completely.

Wilbur got up to his feet and looked around. “It’s Wil—“ But the man was nowhere to be seen.

Where in the fresh hell was that guy?

Had he died already?

And where the hell did he get a gun?

#hatchetfield #wilbur cross #markiplier #wilford warfstache #nautilwriting

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lakesbian · 8 months

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cannot stop thinking about how callan is still just in the fucking couch. i hope he stays in there for as long as humanly possible and then blake . wh hold on. why did some random person walking by just slide me a laffy taffy with no commentary. sick, free laffy taffy. anyway i hope callan stays folded in the couch for like. 5 more chapters minimum. with zero mention of him. and maybe the house gets set on fire even and everyone has to evacuate. and then while they're all standing outside like "ok is everyone out? i think everyone is out. ok." watching the house go up in flames blake is like "WAIT FUCK"

#pact time

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gluttonygirls · 7 months

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gainprincess Oh! Uh...UuuHHHHHH- Chun-li.

Maybe I was a bit old for asking for candy, but so what? It was only natural to go out with some friends and hang out in costume, right? And it wasn't as if I was asking for anything from a person directly, someone had just left a candy bowl out on their porch.

"Take two."

So while I sneak away with my friends, I might as well reach into the bowl. It's filled to bursting anyway, so who cares if I take more? There's plenty left for anyone else that comes by, so as I bend down, I take a handful.

I trip.

Yelping as I tumble headfirst into the bowl, I reach down to try and grab the sides of the chair. Yet, no matter how I wiggle and shake, I can't pull my head free. Opening my mouth to scream for help, I have to cough as a chocolate bar pushes past my lips, unwrapped and warm. Then a gumdrop, a piece of taffy, a pack of cookies-

Treat after treat squeezes their way into my mouth as I shake to get my head free. I can feel my stomach growing as I eat and eat, swelling against the tight blue fabric of my costume. It doesn't stop there, and I feel tears in my eyes as my thighs start to brush together, touching and tearing my tights as they billow outwards. My hips balloon outwards, bumping into the porch's supports as I get fatter and fatter.

Falling to my knees as I wobble, feeling my stomach hit the deck as I bulged against my knees, I finally managed to wrench my head out of the candy bowl. Huffing as I lifted up my face, chocolate and sugar coating my cheeks, I stood up and lumbered back to my friend group to tell them what happened.

S-Stuffing my face with candy like usual? But I never did anything like...

N-No, this costume fit me when the night started, what are you all talking about...

I-I was never fat before this, wh-what do you mean it's just like always!

#ic

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shummashum · 2 months

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Klaus Goldstein Happy Ending [13~18]

she came back so they beat the main villain in the dream ...what?

uh… wait is this real?

uh…… erm……

anyway they were finally able to be together clap clap ~

and they kissed! but well I quite enjoyed Zeus' ending, but Klaus' is um well…… what will be the reason? because he's not creaking at all? come to think of it, I haven't seen his blush scg in K2

And, the epilogue!

hihi Al sweet guy why am I getting more attached to other guys in Klaus' route forgive me, you excellency

Anyway, he asked how Klaus was doing, so Liz answered that he completely recovered.

why!! why are you worried about him when he despise you if it was the opposite situation, that mighty emperor wouldn't have worried about you at all

wait what what are you guys talking about oi Solmare shall we have a talk when are you going to throw away this tear stuff let's throw it away please throw away this "saving the one I love with the power of tears" plot will you?? promise me you won't please,,,,,,

no way are you insane why are you willing to put them together you don't remember? you forgot what happened and how the atmosphere ruined in Ch7??

ngl Al is too kind he doesn't have to be worried about those who hate him… well if he's okay with that……

don't ask that don't just casually ask about that sensitive subject what are you doing, you already know they have their personal problems would you please stop it already aaargh

At that time, Al said he might be late for his lecture, and hurried off down the hallway.

okay you can find his backstory in his route~ it's like that, right? okay okay I'll check his story after finishing Hiro's route!

Well she headed to the rooftop balcony to meet Klaus, and…

sorry, what? I have no ability to hear words from the one who became a skewer

and there happened to be another justification for him to appear in the later story the intention is so obvious that it's a bit hilarious though

Anyway, they talked about when he collapsed and fell unconscious.

and she showed him you-know-what photo I hope to tell you how I feel thing

oh I know, it's like something hidden under the bed is revealed well you should've kept your things well

what will you do if that's the case we should use this as a snack at a party haha!

and what the blush on Mr. Stickuphisass what am I seeing am I seeing things

but! cracking? extra point I needed this cracky cracking scene make fun of him this will be our last chance let's fucking make fun of him gogogogo

Anyway, back to the story.

then stop throwing flags so that it won't happen in the future I'm saying this now, but I could already predict your future by seeing you speak that way think twice before you open your mouth from now on I think you are underestimate me ← don't do this shit you guys all should recognize that one day you could be skewers or donuts or whatever

Anyway, she suggested a date.

oh no Klaus' basics in education and learning,,,,,,,

Anyway, that's how Klaus' route came to an end.

what it's not over how

wh..who who the heck is that? I have no idea at all um… maybe he's the mastermind then what about that Taffy-like entity eh

well… anyway, happy ending! clap clap

<Review> It was good! except that stupid climax and stupid magnet charm and stupid perfume shakeout and stupid bunch of death flags and etc But it feels kinda bland, maybe because I watched Zeus' route right before?

I honestly quite wondered how the story would flow; his intimacy with her was already high enough, and we the player already knew his backstory (besides I was quite sure that K-R-S issue wouldn't be covered in K2). So I thought: this K2 should have an emotional conflict, but how? But the writer twisted this situation; a new character named Alfonse appeared, and his relationship with Klaus was used as an emotional conflict… I was kinda surprised by this. In a way, Klaus' route was used to reveal Al's backstory, but that wasn't unpleasant to me. Rather, it appropriately stimulated my curiosity about what the hell happened between the two.

But the one thing that bothers me is, this conflict was only implied and not resolved in Klaus' route. And I'm sure that this will be covered in Al's route, then conversely, his route will be used as a stage for the conflict between the two. And I doubt if Solmare can do this well. I'm kinda worried that what if I end up like "I'm watching Al's route, but why is Klaus being shown more and his emotional line being emphasized more?" Well… I have no choice but trust the writer But really, I'm kinda scared. The conflict between the two is already serious, and Klaus finds out there's something between Al and Liz? While he has a crush on her? oh no

About the character Klaus… demanding, intimidating, sharp tongue, the manner of a superior… like that. In K1, his characteristics felt relatively emphasized since Liz was a novice provisional student. However, as she grew up after the cataclysm, the sense of hierarchy and vertical distance between the two was greatly resolved. But in my personal opinion, if I only consider characteristics, I'd rather give K1 a higher score. Of course it's obvious that K2 is much better as a romantic partner (compared to K1, I mean), but what can I say... it feels like his characteristics have also been diluted in the process of diluting all the negative elements of K1? Those elements are subtly revealed when dealing with other characters (especially Al), but well. This evaluation might change if I see Al's route later. Perhaps his behavior will be more severe and drastic than K1… I'm not sure though.

<Trivia> I don't have much time to post since the semester started plus translating takes more time than I think Anyway, I might start Hiro's route on Tuesday or Thursday, but I guess the upload term will be irregular. Considering that I have midterm in April, I'll probably not be able to finish Hiro's until May. huh

#shumma plays wh

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aubreysheadspace · 1 year

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Hello, I hope you are having a wonderful day! Are you able to write a platonic x Rw Aubrey of Reader joining the Hooligan’s and being besties with her, as well as her being protective of reader from anyone that threatens or hurts them. (As well as hugging and bonding over their rough home situations.)

For more context, Reader was apart of the friend group, being the youngest by one year, though they were a little distant due to shyness and anxiety, as they had a rough home life with an alcoholic parent. They were closest with Mari, Sunny, and Aubrey, but still good friends with Basil, Kel, and Hero.

I hope you have a great day!

REALWORLD AUBREY WITH READER JOINING THE HOOLIGANS (PLATONIC)

thank you!! I hope u have an amazing day!~ this is such a bittersweet idea <3 hope u enjoy!!

here’s part two and part three!

AUBREY

AUBREY’s known you long ago from when both of you were still in the friend group

and since you joined the friend group, SUNNY was no longer the baby of the group since you were the youngest by one year from SUNNY, AUBREY, BASIL, and KEL while you were younger than HERO and MARI by 4 years!

like with everyone else that was younger than her, MARI would treat you like a little sibling. SUNNY would relate to you about being shy and anxious and would be there for you.. but would understand if you wanted to be left alone, and AUBREY would try and be another big sister to you!

AUBREY would always be a bit sad when you’re a bit distant to everyone, especially her. but now that MARI is gone, she grew distant of everyone else because she though everyone was moving on from her death too fast, except.. you

when you decide to join the HOOLIGANS, AUBREY was genuinely a bit taken aback..

she genuinely thought you moved on from the old friend group like she thought everyone else did

but hey, unlike everyone else you were actually trying to reconnect with her at least

she also remembers that you were shy and anxious, so she knows it must’ve taken you some courage

so fuck it! welcome to the HOOLIGANS!

you have KIM and VANCE being nice enough to share some candy with you, as long as it isn’t taffy

ANGEL ranting about how absolutely amazing his master, the MAVERICK, is and how he can get so many girls to you

CHARLENE, or CHARLIE, understands if you’re a bit shy.. she’s like that too! there will always be comfortable silence when you’re around her

and of course, AUBREY, who is a bit overprotective with you the most!

she knows you well, she knows that you’re a bit weak.. but not in a mean way! and due to both of your guy’s home life, she understands you

if you ever run into some trouble, AUBREY will not hesitate to start a fight with the HOOLIGANS right behind her

some kids at school have decided to take advantage of your shy and anxious nature by picking on you. you try to block out most of the harsh words they were saying towards you, but it was hard. you could feel your heart racing, a lump in your throat, and an aching in your chest.

that is.. until you heard a familiar, strong feminine voice call out to the kids and immediately rush over to where you guys were at, automatically saying threats to them

"wh— HEY! who do you think you are, messing with them?! you’ll be messing with my fists and the end of these nails on my bat if you don’t get the fuck outta here! anytime i see you around [READER] again, i won’t hesitate to destroy you."

and she’s honest, she’ll kick their asses. and she also instructs the rest of the HOOLIGANS to do the same if they see those kids around you

they got your back! they’re treating you like them now! like the saying, "if mess with them, you mess with all of us" or something like that

and of course, AUBREY treats you like a little sister. she’ll be the badass older sister that you never had, who deeply cares about you

if you both are alone and with your permission, she’ll drop the tough guy act and talks to you about her problems since she’s known you for a long time

and she’ll gladly let you talk about your problems with her as well, but she won’t force you at all if you’re too scared to of course, but keep in mind she’s horrible at advice

since you both have terrible home situations, she’ll take you out for the rest of the day. hell, she’ll even take you to church to find peace with her, only if you want to of course

and finally, AUBREY would speak for you if you’re too nervous to speak to anyone at any point. just tell her what to say and she’ll say it without a doubt.

#aubreysheadspace!~#🗿 anon!~#aubreys writing!~#omori #omori aubrey x reader #omori x reader

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berlys-confectionery · 10 months

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Really?

I thought at least you'd use it to get things off of high shelves or something.

Naaah, I use something else!

Vaaan!! C'mere!

Do you need my help again for the shelves?

Get me that jar of taffy!

Heh, alright shorty

Wh- Hey!

#ofa #berly #van #omori #he's the best brother i could ever ask for #(hell yeah cameos!)#(sorry for the wait)

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hellmouth-manor · 3 months

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Home is Where the Homicide is || Olwin & Hisashi || FINAL

The first thing that Hisashi notices should probably be the sudden lack of a bloody hole in his hand, or maybe the absence of the other myriad black wounds marking his body a moment ago, or maybe, at the very least, the loss of an entire tail. That would, you know, make sense. Especially that last bit, given he's had the thing for so long now.

But none of those things register first. Instead, it's the addition of... Warmth on his arms?

"Wh-- oh, come on. Seriously?"

Looking down at himself, whole and human, Hisashi runs his clawless hands over the pink sweater he's been shoved back into. Yeah, sure, there's a huge fucked up demon over there that’s about to try killing them (again), but those clothes were literally his, why did getting his soul back-- wait.

No longer concerned with his soul imposed modesty, Hisashi turns rapidly to look at the same man at his side that he always turns to sooner or later. And much to his own delight--

Hisashi looks up at Olwin.

"--you're tall!"

It's no secret that Hisashi struggles with the most base of positive human emotion. It's also no secret that despite this-- that despite himself-- he's been trying to figure it out. For the spare few he's met here and taken a genuine liking to, it's been one poor but earnest attempt at a helping hand or 'kind' word after another for this last handful of weeks.

And then, of course, there's Olwin.

For Olwin, it's been fumbled, awkward attempts at honesty. It's been the foreign sensation of anxiety and panic and the equally foreign calm of comfort that he's only just learned how to accept. It's been slow, and it's been terrifying, because Hisashi knows he'll probably get over it if he fucks it up with the rest of them, but not with Olwin.

But maybe-- maybe, somehow, in spite of every terrible, awful, irredeemable thing about him--

Maybe, just this once, Hisashi hasn't been giving himself enough credit.

With no time to spare for it, he's left unburdened by the ability to overthink, free of the self imposed caution and left to impulse. In the brief moment they're afforded before the fight continues, all Hisashi has time for is that lovely little burst of warmth in his chest that puts even a soul to shame.

Olwin may have a couple of inches on him again, but Hisashi still wins by a wide margin in terms of strength-- and Olwin only grows taller as Hisashi thoughtlessly grabs the other man in a tight enough hug to lift his feet off the ground and spin him around for good measure.

Later, Hisashi might be embarrassed to recall this. Or-- no, actually. Maybe he won't be.

Olwin, for his part, doesn’t have much time to think at all. Shooting up nearly a full foot in height is disorienting at best, and nearly nauseating at worst. He doesn’t want to think about how it feels to be run through a taffy puller, but if he had to guess—oh god, the room is spinning.

No, no, that’s just Hisashi spinning with him. Hang on—Hisashi? Spinning him? Hugging him?

“...huh?”

He blinks down at the dehorned, defanged, completely unassuming serial killer in a stupid pink sweater with all the grace of someone who has just woken up from a particularly nasty nightmare—lingering panic, dazed confusion, and an overwhelming sense of relief. But if Hisashi looks like that, then—

“I’m… tall?”

The second word finally clicks into place, and with it comes a headrush so strong that Olwin clings onto Hisashi just to make sure he isn’t going to tip over. Without really thinking about it, he ducks his head to bury it against the man’s shoulder to hide his face.

It isn’t really about the height of course. Mostly. It’s everything else that comes with it. Everything that he’d relied on for years as a constant in a stream of changing colors and accents and lies. Everything that he could count on to make him Olwin, beneath every disguise he’d pull on and take off. Everything that made him… well, himself.

It’s only now, spinning in a horribly cliche hug that would put most hallmark movies to shame, that it dawns on Olwin he hadn’t really needed that either. Had he? He hadn’t stopped being Olwin after it had been ripped away from him, after all.

He’d just stopped being afraid of it.

It took every horrible, encouraging word from Yukiko for him to realize he could be irredeemable and cherished. It took every disapproving glance from Raoul for him to learn how to temper that the way he wanted. It took every time Minami flattened him back out after he’d tried to fit himself whatever shape was needed for that message to start to get through. It took every time Arisa tried to push him away for his own good for him to realize he wanted to push back. It took every time Nike accepted him wherever he was at, even as he sunk to new lows, for him to realize that maybe when you love someone, fucking up (even as many times as he did) won’t take that away.

And, of course, more than anything else, it took Hisashi. Every time he’d shown concern for Olwin his own… unique way. Every time he’d been proud enough for Olwin to see it with his own two eyes. Every inch that Hisashi crept closer towards acknowledging the family Olwin had so desperately craved and been too afraid to ask for. It took all of that and more, for him to realize—

Olwin hasn’t ever really been himself. Not until now.

He figures he might as well start with gloating, and lifts his head with a loud, triumphant cackle amidst the chaos of the room.

“I’m tall! I’m fucking tall, bitch!!!”

Even after Olwin lifts his head, Hisashi doesn't quite release him completely. The hug turns into hands gripping Olwin's shoulders, roughly shaking him back and forth with an obnoxious cackle of his own.

"What missing inches, bitch!? Y-- what the hell?"

Hisashi cuts himself off, attention stolen by the... Uh... Well, the Spirit Sedan that just flew through the air. It's a bit hard to ignore. It's quick, but he manages to turn his head in time to see it strike its target just after the other attack already thrown Alou’s way.

Ah, right.

Eyes settled on Alou's monstrous form, Hisashi's lips spread into a wide smile. The wild look in his eyes as he threw the horn onto the table returns easily-- naturally-- to his expression, and it's made suddenly clear that it was never the fangs that made his grin so dangerously sharp.

He gives Olwin one final pat on the shoulder, his joyful demeanor from a second ago giving way to something far more-- well, to put it bluntly, homicidal.

"Aha! Hey, you're good to go now, yeah? I would hate to miss out."

“Oh, I’m good! I’m—”

Olwin pauses and holds up a finger.

“Hold that thought.”

♫♫♫

He glances back over his shoulder with a knowing grin, unsurprised to find his own eyes staring back at him.

A vaguely incorporeal reflection waits just over his shoulder, moving in time with him as he turns to face it. It flickers and shifts—a kaleidoscope of dark-light-red-brown hair and brown-blue-grey-green eyes all set over the same mischievous grin. The two stare at each other for a moment before it breaks character, taking a lazy step back from Olwin and opening its arms wide in invitation, head tilted back in a noiseless bark of laughter that Olwin gives voice to as he—

—drives his fist into the metaphorical mirror. It cracks. It splinters. It shatters. The flickering stops immediately, each shard now well-defined and frozen into a fragment of who he’s been in an ugly, mismatched chimera of broken lies. Olwin surveys his handiwork with a pleased look on his face, shaking out his hand, which is entirely uninjured.

One shard here is Enrico—this one has Calvin’s eyes—that must be Felix’s hair—ah, there’s Cedric’s grin. That’s a nice place to start. He plucks it from the frame and holds it out towards Hisashi with a similarly sharp gleam in his own eyes.

“Show him how it’s supposed to be done.”

Because if there’s one serial killer here Olwin thinks is better than the others, it’s going to be his bestie. Obviously.

Seeing the offered supply of makeshift knives, Hisashi's eyes light up in a way that is entirely out of place in the context of this moment. It's giddy, almost, but he just can't help it; what better to harm your least favorite person with than the proof of your favorite's victory over himself?

Sharp grin momentarily thankful, he takes the shard from Olwin.

"Don't mind if I do."

Of course, he can't just walk up and stab the fucker with it like normal, no matter how much he wishes that's how this worked. After a moment of consideration and turning the shard over in his hand, Hisashi gives it a light toss into the air.

Before it can fall, the deep red of a soul planning to make its temporary escape from Hell coalesces around it, holding it aloft. Across the room, the same deep red blooms like a butcher's mark in dotted flame along a portion of the demon's torso.

You know-- around where the liver would be if he had to take an educated guess.

With only the slightest movement of his hand, the mirror shard cuts through the air with alarming speed and digs wetly into its mark with pinpoint accuracy. Unsurprisingly, Hisashi laughs.

"Yeah-- yeah, I think this'll work. You?"

“I’ve got wayyy more where that…”

Olwin’s gleeful arms dealing falters as he takes notice of the strings still reaching, catching, tangling themselves around the others. Some of whom he cares about. Several, even, if we’re being generous here. Okay, okay, most people. Geez.

His eyes dart away from watching a string snaking towards Arisa’s ankle, and he follows it back to the source at Alou’s skeletal wing-hand… things. He doesn’t know what to call them. He doesn’t have to. All Olwin has to do is point at them, just as Ruby’s chain winds around them to hold them still. He glances over to her with a grin, and then turns back to Hisashi to hand him another shard of glass.

“Can’t puppet shit if you don’t have hands, y’know?”

For the briefest moment, Hisashi's grin falters with an annoyed click of his tongue. Not at Olwin, of course-- it's the way the threads catch in the light and in his peripheral.

It's the way one gets too close to Eli. (Hisashi doesn't deserve to have kept the young man's respect, or his kindness, or his anything, let alone something even halfway resembling friendship; Hisashi is also too selfish to care.)

It's the way one gets too close to Ruby. (He's too selfish to care that the misshapen attempts at kindness he offers her will never make him worthy of seeing her fix things he never could. He still wants to watch. Maybe pay for her psychology classes.)

It's the way one gets too close to Arisa. (They're both terrible. Neither of them know how to care right-- how to love right. And isn't it such a terrifying, thrilling thing to think that one day, they might actually figure it out?)

It's the way one gets too close to Nike. (After all of this-- after all the time, and the struggle, and the effort it took to smother a hatred that was never his-- well, he'll be pretty fucking pissed off if they get killed by some stupid strings right when they’ve decided to be friends.)

It's all of these budding feelings that wear faces, and it's the threat of having them ripped away before he's had his selfish, indulgent fill. Lust was his sin for a reason, you know? And his virtue is that of a mother bear's blood filled mouth when a hiker treks too close to her cubs; of a wild animal that drops a freshly mauled carcass at your feet because he doesn't trust you to hunt well enough for yourself.

Hisashi's virtue is a selfish, distorted, sanguinary sort of kindness-- but it is a virtue all the same.

And that's all they matters right now, isn't it?

All of the inner reflection is, in actuality, encompassed in hardly more than a second. The falter in Hisashi's grin passes, and he snorts derisively.

"That is a great idea."

Like before, Hisashi takes hold and control of the shards Olwin provides him with. This time, however, it's the thread controlling hands along Alou's back that the red marks for butchering.

When the shards fly forward, they strike at the joints, cutting deep into the tendons and rendering each maimed limb immobile and their accompanying threads slack. Only two are completely ruined, but Alou's reach is still impaired all the same.

And it’s not as though they’ve run out of ammunition. Olwin will simply hand Hisashi pieces of himself to wield as a weapon for the both of them until he has no more to give. But… well. He’s always been rather good at making more.

#mm trial #cedric #hisashi

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