#you should ask someone who is slightly more unhinged than i am

[gunsatthaphan]

I double dare you to gif the wiping scene!!!!!

#love in the air #love in the air ep13 #nope lmao #sorry #this is family friendly blog #no its not #but yknow #jdkhgdf #you should ask someone who is slightly more unhinged than i am

[lastoneout]

Okay I'm finally sitting down to properly watch the PJO series so here's an episode-by-episode live blog I guess. (Fair warning, I haven't read the books since I was a teenager, I am a smidge of an apologist for the films, and my favorite adaptation so far has been the musical.)

Episode One:

All of the actors are doing a really good job, I especially like Sally.

The costume design for both the monsters and the humans is pretty killer. I want Percy's sweater.

I also love the little seaside cabin and want to live there!!!

This is such a mild gripe BUT as someone with dyslexia I wish there was a better way to visually depict it without like, doing the swapping letters thing cuz that's just not what it's actually like at all.

Gabe maybe feels a little too funny. Like I'm supposed to hate him and think it's justified that he deserves to be turned into stone at the end, this version of him is really.....toned down, and his banter with Percy and Sally was fun to watch. I should hate him, but really he just came across as unpleasant. Less abusive asshole and more "old married couple who share interests but can't communicate without shouting" you know?

Loved Grover's little "I'm 24 actually" lmao that was great.

Not a fan of Percy immediately recognizing the Minotaur within a millisecond of it appearing before the audience even got a good look at it. Like, I just sat there thinking "how can he even see it?" rather than feeling scared of a big monster barreling at them.

The action is uh....fine? Feels a little lackluster. Or kinda....divorced from the rest of the show weirdly?? Idk it makes me feel like I'm watching a movie of a movie if that makes sense?? But we'll see where they go with it. (I know banter during a fight isn't realistic and people make fun of Marvel for it, but like...it helps to have at least a little talking. We don't wanna be Man of Steel.)

I feel like there's been a few "slightly out of sync ADR" moments but they weren't too distracting.

Pacing into Sally saying goodbye felt a little long, kinda took the shock of her dying out of the scene, but the actress REALLY sold all the emotional beats so I'll forgive it.

I LOVE the credits sequence!!! Reminds me of the designs on that one box set of the books in a really cool way.

Episode Two:

Oh yes the ugly ass neon orange shirts are here bless!

FUCK YES THAT'S DIONYSUS BAYBEEE!! My ONLY note is that he def could have turned up the energy a little, but that's probably just bcs I love how loud and unpleasant he is in the musical and I also know how unhinged this actor can be.

Chiron is such a delight <3

I like the cabins too, way better than how I imagined them as a kid reading the books lol

Oh, I can see why the new fans fell for Luke so hard.

Grover assuming a human being squished would be like an old banana is very funny. Felt very book-humor in a good way.

Clarisse!!

Oh damn actual disabled half-bloods, very cool!

Minor but I can't actually tell what Percy did wrong with the bow? Weird editing I guess.

Aside from that I actually love a good "fuck up" montage, I honestly wish it were a little longer.

Probably doesn't matter but I don't get having them burn the food after they've started eating? I thought that was a before you sit down type thing.

Percy burning the blue candy to try to talk to his mom was sweet tho T_T

"real friends" hahahaha.....yeah.......about Luke.......

yay! hazing!

Oh I love Annabeth already >:D

Thalia.....is pronounced differently than I thought....?

(I'm sorry I'm too much of a fan of 'Tree on the Hill' for this exposition dump. That shit hits harder when coming from Grover.)

Percy giving Annabeth the "actually I suck and my self esteem is riding on this so like pls don't ask me to do anything hard T_T" talk is just, so good lmao

ofc he doesn't know what's going on Annabeth you didn't tell him anything

Okay the action is a lot better when it's between the actual characters and doesn't involve a 3D monster, though I still had trouble following all the hits Percy was taking.

Oooh I can see why people did so much art of Percy being claimed that was a good shot.

FUCK YEAH TELL HIM YOU'RE SALLY JACKSON'S SON

(I hope they kept the Oracle in the attic...)

Okay I have to go do some things and then I'll be back for more!

#long post #loo watches pjo #pjo spoilers

[pianocat939]

I just finished watching the movie , and now I’m wondering what if Yandere romantic Leo either rivals or working together with platonic Yandere Casey jr with a reader who acts motherly to them HCs please if possible thank u 💕

It's 2 AM and I stayed up the night before so this is all sleep-deprived writing.

This is kinda long so prepare your attention span. Also I didn't add much motherly aspects only because I focused more on their rivalry between each other rather than their reactions to MC.

Tw: Manipulation, Mentions of trauma (not that surprising lmao), just a younger father and son having a cat fight

Rivalry with Romantic Yandere Leo and Platonic Yandere Casey Jr. with Motherly MC Hcs

(Jfc that's a long-ass title. Also gonna confirm that although motherly and such terms are used but MC is gender-neutral as always).

If someone were to summarize the rivalry between the two it's really bickering back and forth until push comes to shove. I suppose the level of severity can differ based on their relationship (as in what point of the movie/or how long they've known each other).

I'm gonna use the plot of the movie because the plot of the movie.

At the start, before Casey even arrives at the lair, Leo's "unhinged" feelings haven't awakened yet. He harbours romantic attraction but has no urge to be crazy.

He flirts with you, but of course, he's a dumbass sometimes and ends up being the flustered one.

Then, Casey arrives. Let's just say in the future, you're the other substitute parent of Casey. So obviously he's gonna be clingy in the first place.

Casey will praise you for being so nice/caring/mom-like and is giddy. Meanwhile, Leo's frozen, resting face is present, his thoughts like 'This random dude with a photo of us is talking to my crush?' or 'Am I not the center of attention now?'.

During the interrogation, he'll ask Casey "Who does Y/n get married to?" very quietly though. His presence is slightly threatening, enough that Casey dislikes it.

The boy won't answer, and instead say, "He's nothing like you." *Cue intense glaring from both of them*.

The reason why Casey doesn't approve of current-time Leo is because Dilf Future Leo has manipulated future you to the point of acceptance. So, Casey has a very engraved view of what his secondary parents act and look like.

Present Leo gives murderous and unsettling vibes to Casey that he feels he needs to block off whoever this phony is.

Leo, who has newly unlocked his darkest feelings, doesn't like the attention being stolen from him. He's the only one you should rely on! Not this weird kid that oddly enough has a family picture of not just the group but also you + him!

Ok, I'm done with that proportion of the rant.

How will the two express their feelings/thoughts? Leo, who's opened a new eye to reality, will pull his usual card, manipulation. Meanwhile, Casey is like a clingy child who won't let his parent be taken away from him but is more mature obviously.

Throughout the plot, Leo will try to use his familiarity as an advantage saying things like, "I don't think we should use his plan, since we don't really know him that well." Casey, who's intelligent enough to see through the manipulation, blocks the comment. "Look, I know the Kraang better than you, so we'll have a higher chance of success if we use my plan."

Skip to the part where the group gets split up. You're with the 'B' team and like in the movie, Leo and Casey are stuck together. Casey says the trauma lines but at the end of it he'll point out how Leo is nothing like Future Leo (like goes into much more detail). This breaks Leo and starts a whole era of war between the two.

When you guys reunite they're gonna be clinging to your back, insulting each other quietly. If you try to ease the rising tension they're pulling a whole 180. Praise and compliments all the way.

After all the self-sacrifice shit and like everybody going through hell, they can't seem to detach themselves.

Surprisingly enough the two start to tolerate and work together more. As they see a common purpose: keep you safe. However, when it comes to attention, they're going at each other's throats.

In a humorous scenario, Leo's trying to flirt and be all lovey-dovey but Casey is asking for head pats and hugs which leaves Leo unable to succeed through his awkward methods of romance.

As a small bonus, if only the three of you are in a specific place Casey might call you and Leo "Dad/papa" and "(preferred parental name)". This triggers Leo's ego as he realizes that he is in fact the spouse.

People that crush on Dilf Leo are just people who like his triple-layer forehead wrinkles. Convince me otherwise.

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I desperately need to sleep...Wanted to write this before I do.

- Celina

#rottmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere tmnt #tmnt #tmnt2018 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #Leo #Casey Jr. #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader

[wanda-maximoff-enthusiast]

Hello! I saw that you said your requests for The Hobbit were open, which made me very excited because I love your writing style so much. May I please request for you to write something with Gandalf telling Thorin & Co. he’s adding someone to the company and them being very annoyed, and then Mr. Gandalf—in his infinite wisdom—referring to y/n as “she” and them flipping the frickity frick out because women are fragile and dainty and need to be protected (cue eye roll). Then upon meeting her, she’s a wee bit unhinged and wild and overall just Morally Gray Slightly Insane Badass? I’m thinking of Harley Quinn’s fight scenes from Bird of Prey where she’s just super kickass and efficient, slamming people into the ground and twirling her bat around like a baton.

I’m sorry if this is too specific! I’d love to see what you would do with this prompt. You can add any pairings you would like. If it doesn’t interest you, then I respect that, feel free to ignore! Thank you!

THIS IS ABSOLUTE PERFECTION I think we need a little bit more badass (Y/N), come on guys

But yes, absolutely. This looks like it should have a part two, so if anybody wants that lemme know.

~Her~

the company x fem!reader (platonic)

Summary: Gandalf is adding somebody new to the company (albeit without telling Thorin), and the company are shocked when he lets one little pronoun slip.

Warnings: A bit of sexism (the dwarves think all women are quite meek and dainty), (Y/N) is an absolute girlboss so prepare for that

A/N: I'm rewatching the Hobbit atm. kili >>>>>>

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Gandalf towered over the dwarves - and Bilbo - as he spoke rapidly to try and avoid the orcs within a nearby fortress. "I think now would be best to tell you of the newest member of the company."

The dwarves looked at each other, suspicious of the wizard's intentions. Thorin's dark brows furrowed above his eyelids.

"Go on." He said, voice firm and demanding.

"Well, I believe this person will be a very good addition. A trained fighter, a little crazy, albeit, but still a useful asset."

Thorin's crystal eyes glared at Gandalf.

"And how much of this did you care to inform me of?"

"Thorin, I assure you, this is all going to work out-"

"Can we, like, not be doing this right now? In a few seconds, a whole army of orcs is going to burst through those doors." Fili spoke up, pulling two daggers from his pockets.

Kili nodded at his brother's words. "Yeah, just cut to the chase, what does this 'new member' go by?"

"Well, if I am correct, her-"

An uproar of 'her?' and 'what is he on about's erupted from the dwarves, all of them waving their weapons mockingly, before Thorin raised a hand to silence them.

"You're trying to sabotage us." "Thorin-" "A woman? Really?" Gandalf's gaze averted to the fortress, listening intently of any sign of destruction, as Thorin continued ranting angrily.

"Women do not fight, they are more accustomed to sewing needles than they are swords, why would you- what in Mahal's name are you looking at?" The dwarf king turned, as did the rest of the company, to see the orc fortress burst into flames.

Fire covered the entire structure, but even in the blazing embers and smoke they could see a figure walking towards them.

"Who is that?" Oin asked, tilting his head to get a better look at the person walking.

Gandalf smirked a knowing smile as he watched the dwarves' awe.

"That, Master Oin, is the newest member of the company. I would like you to meet (Y/N) (L/N)."

Everybody watched in pure shock as (Y/N) walked towards them, twirling a bat in her hand as if it weighed nothing, a sinister laugh falling from her lips.

"H-Her?" Bilbo asked, the hobbit clearly rather intimidated by this strange human, to which Gandalf sent him a comforting smile.

Finally, she stopped in front of them, blowing a large pink bubble with her gum before popping it with her teeth and chewing it, mouth open in a wide grin.

"Her." She said, leaning on her bat as if it were an arm rest. Mahal, this journey just got a lot more interesting.

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SORRY THIS IS ALSO SUPER OVERDUE AHH

#the hobbit x reader #the hobbit #the company x reader #thorin oakenshield x reader

[thepowerisyouth]

Eh mental health is annoying. Buying & cooking cheap low-FODMAP diet is annoying. My best top note for now is I'm using this blog to practice writing. I need more practice in it. I only know business, accounting & economics stuff. Its stupid stuff. Theres too much actual fraud everywhere that its annoying

Also I use mobile so formatting sucks cause Nvidia GPUs, or Arch dont like tumblr site. Or tumblr site dont like tumbkr site

Also also I 100,000% support all my fellow ones-and-zeros and their identity. Everyone is welcome here.

Except transphobes/zionist/long list of others but you get it. I'll help harrass any of those types endlessly if someone wants to tag me, and bring me in on an argument like that friend you call for backup with fights

Im unhinged so who's to say exactly what will end up here but this is also a completely public blog to me friends, family, hell, even acquaintances i dont give a fuc.

Blog should be expected to be roughly as child-friendly as simpsons or bobs burgers. But also boring like a civics/economics lesson sometimes. Yay

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I (and my husband) am ex mormon. Its a weird thing. Look into it if you havent recently. Realllllyyyy look into. Takes time to figure it all out in this fuckin fucked up world.

I just moved a year ago. Didnt watch the US stock market as much as I normally do. Had my first snowstorm 10 weeks ago, that was.. fun to handle while ill prepared. About 6 weeks ago I was hopping back on the market and notice its a huge tech bubble about to pop and all the conditions Ive been warned about my whole career imply this is not good. Just took a little more thinking & digging and I'm a little too confident to stop talking about it now.

(Oh I'm also care-free as fuc so I dont really read or desire to change past posts more than lil-nitpicks. More informative for the reader & myself-in-the-future-reading that way)

And I'm not kidding I do love feedback & questions. Its a very public blog tho so I get that part for sure.

If you search "life story" in my tags I had that pinned for a min Im just moving shit around rn

Being poor sucks. Will write more on that later.

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First of all-- the exact timeline of an "economic shock" is literal insanity. Dont worry about the exact timing of any of this-- just know its doomed to happen soon.

Here are some effects I predict of this upcoming economic downturn

If anyone comes across any sources for these events that support my arguments please feel free to add in comments, reblogs, etc.

This concise list is mainly for my own reference, but it would be great to add to it if any one has something to add!

0.5. US Stock market collapse-- I have no desire to try and predict this one exactly. Too many conspiracies are actually correct about this big guy. Lets just say 7 US Tech stocks are worth 25% of the entire worlds market, roughly. "Too big to fail"-- I believe is the phrase

1. Corporate (slightly later will be residential by extension) real estate crisis: currently way too overvalued. Most of the houses, land, & urban corporate property we see could stand to decrease by about 60-90% from its current price.

2. Bankruptcy crisis: similar to the after-effects of the 70s inflation-- we can expect to see a huge wave of bankruptcies affecting a variety of business: from the micro-self employed; to the small business with leased buildings; to the largest corporations who commit massive accounting fraud & hope to escape accountability in time

3. Bank runs-- there is an extremely high overreliance on the Federal Reserve, who does not have good control over this situation. Once it becomes clear that there is a crisis (we call this a catalyst event)-- bank runs for physical cash are a surety. Hard to say how long a crisis like this might last. I should ask my siblings who lived near the SVB bank crisis hotspot (but those were rich fucks they do their "bank runs" over the phone)

3.5. Global currency collapse, which takes effect in every single local, state, & national economy at slightly different times. This means prices lower. Much lower. But takes time

4. Whatever the fuck the geopolitics is gonna do???. Its weird. You got Russia wanting to invade Europe? (Look at global economic forum 2024) Trump wants to let them. Biden wants to be an establishment corporate ass. North Korea has changed its #1 public enemy to South Korea (dont remember my source but it was a couple months ago). USA is stationing more troops in Taiwan, but probably only because of semiconductor technology?

The scope of our global financial woes are larger than can be explained in any of our lifetimes. Its much, much closer to pre-revolution France or the late 1920s. Big change is coming. Itll be soon

5. More to come

#anti capitalism #economics #geopolitics #real estate #bankruptcy #banks #corporate fucks #pinned post #mental health sucks ball sacks #arch linux #nvidia is a scam bubble like enron #simpsons #bobs burgers #intro post #will change it more later

[sery-chan-13]

Mutual Obsession

[Banda Sunato × Reader]

This was a request for Banda and the reader to be obsessed with eachother and I agree with that 100%

However, not a typical obsession chapter you'll see why. Like they aren't crazy foaming at the mouth obsessed, but obsessed none the less.

Warnings:cursing, past trauma(just gets slightly talked about), implied sexual content, mentions of blood, mentions of violence.

Always quick to obsession you were.

However, you had never been obsessed with a person. People in your area of work always interested you. People like him.

It was a diamonds game and you couldn't keep your eyes off him. His cold calculated responses. His eyes. Hands.

He was pretty.

"So are you going to keep staring, or are you going to talk to me?" The man asked after the game was over.

You looked and smiled. "I could say the same to you... don't think you're any better than me," you said with a laugh. The only reason you were staring was because he was too.

"(L/N) (Y/N), at your service."

"Banda Sunato. I've heard that name before haven't I?" He asked, knowing fully well who you were. You nodded. "Just like I've heard your name. You might know me by the street name Scarlet Angel though," you whispered, a glint crossing your eyes.

Ah, so that's where he knew you from.

Sure, he might have killed 4 women. That's bad. But you, the 'Scarlet Angel' as you were proclaimed by the papers, had killed 15 men. Of course they were people that deserved it. Abusers, rapists. That is why they called you that Alias. For all the blood you shed, those women thought you were a guardian angel. For while taking another life is bad, you never took an innocent one.

"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you. Your work impressed me m'lady," he complimented. You laughed.

Gods he loved that sound.

He could get used to having you around.

"Mmm... maybe I admired you slightly. Your smart, that for sure. I'm guessing you got pleasure from the kill.... I only got pleasure off of watching those men scream in pain like how they made others in their life do," you giggled, hoisting yourself up a fire escape ladder, the metal creaking softly. He watched. He liked watching and knowing what people would do next. But you weren't predictable.

You were like him. A master manipulator. Someone who hid their true intentions.

But because you knew that he knew your game, you were just going to be honest. However much you liked seeing men squirm from not being able to figure you out, you were sure he had already seen through you.

"Maybe we should team up then. Bet you like it here, right?" He asked. You beckoned him to follow you up. So he did.

Of course he did.

"Of course I like it here. It is beautiful. Not only the games making me feel free, but how without all the humans... Nature wins. It takes over. And I feel mother nature is at peace here. So I am at peace with her," you sighed.

You both climbed up to the roof of the building. You spun around and laughed. Your hands outstretched to the sky.

"I wish to stay here forever," you said, smiling at the man in front of you. "Then I guess we are not that different after all," he muttered.

For years he had read all about your case. About the murders. Every gruesome detail. He loved it. A woman as unhinged as him.

Obsession, they called it.

Infatuation.

He preferred calling it devotion.

"Do you wish to stay here as well?" You asked, sitting down, and looking up at the starry sky. "Of course... I've never seen a more beautify country," he responded, sitting next to you.

You remembered details of his case. Less kills than you for sure, but the horrific act made you giggle with glee. For any man or woman with a brain could see his murders reflected yours.

Obsession, Infatuation, devotion to the man besides you. You didn't care what people called it. Because you were self aware of it.

"I have to ask... how did you get caught?" He asked. "Damn neighbor. He called the cops because he heard screaming. I should have taped that fuckers mouth shut," you scoffed, looking over. He laughed.

"Now I need to ask you... did you take inspiration from my beautiful work?" You asked, your head resting on your hand. "Of course. I have an eye for.... well details. And your kills were always so interesting. There's something so poetic about them," he said, looking back at you.

You laughed, seeing the hint of nervousness he tried to hide. "You know, you don't have to be nervous. I won't kill you. I admired you in the real world. I admire you now... We are equals, no?"

He gave a small smile, his piercings eyes meeting yours. "Yes.... equals."

You two fell asleep on that roof top.

You woke up at dawn, the sun hadn't come up yet. Perfect. You stretched out, groaning.

"Goodmorning."

"Goodmorning. So, how many days on your visa?" You asked.

"10. Would have been more if I didn't skip out one night," he murmured, mentally scolding himself. "Ahh.. I have 12. I hate exhausting myself. But... I do enjoy the games," you explained.

"We should stick together," he mused, sitting up.

You turned away from him, sitting on the ledge, looking out to the horizon.

"Maybe... maybe not. It's dangerous to go at the games together. I don't know you that well. Who says you've gained my trust?" You responded, hearing silence. You closed your eyes and sighed.

"You know... I didn't kill for fun," you whispered. "Like all the papers said I did. I didn't. I didn't do it because I got pleasure from killing. Not because of the addictive taste of doing something wrong."

He sat next to you, both of your legs dangling off the edge, the cool morning air brushing past you softly. "Then why did you kill?"

"Freedom. You know what I did before murders, right?" You asked. Why were you opening up to him? You barely knew him. But the aura around him made you feel like you could trust him. This was odd. You hated trusting anyone. Especially someone like him. You were a killer. So you knew how other killers thought. If you were vulnerable, he'd get to you. But you couldn't help it. It was addictive.

He nodded, his eyes fixed on the horizon, watching the sky become sprinkled with gold and pink.

"If I remember correctly, you worked in a red light district, no?" He responded. You nodded. "That's a nice way of putting it."

"I killed out of necessity. They hurt me. I killed them. Then there was women who I lived near... I knew their husbands weren't good. So I killed them too. Because- sorry... you don't need to hear my sad backstory," you said with a small laugh, looking out to the gorgeous view. How beautiful the sunrise was. Another beautiful morning in paradise.

"No no... I asked, didn't I? But my guess is your father wasn't a good man. Maybe hurt your mother, hurt you. You grew up hating him, while also thinking that is what love was supposed to be like. A couple toxic relationships later, you hate men like him. Then you start your work as an... what word shall I use?"

"Escort, prostitute, slut, hooker. I've heard em all."

"Escort... and you still only see the horrors of men. They hurt you and your co workers. They take what they want an never apologize or go easy. Cheat you out of money. Am I right?"

"Not bad. Accurate actually," you laughed, taking a deep breath of the crisp air.

"It really is a beautiful world," you mumbled. The sweet song of birds, the still morning air.

"Isn't it sad we ignore the beauty around us? On top of that we... we destroy it. We destroy the beauty that we walk past everyday," you said. "It is... what's worse is many people don't care about hurting that beauty. Or tearing it down to make room for themselveswhere they don't belong," he muttered. He was talking about you. But he knew you understood. Why wouldn't you?

You were intoxicating to be around.

"Hey, don't stare at me, stare at the real beauty in front yeah?" you laughed, grabbing his face. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer. "But I am staring at the real beauty."

You laughed, "For a murderer who's killed 4 women, you sure are smooth with your words." He shrugged, snaking his arm around your waist.

Obsession wasn't healthy but you would push aside those thoughts.

You had only met him a few hours ago, but if his hand left your waist you felt it would make you stop breathing.

"How do you think I got them to trust me?" He said simply. "Am I just another helpless victim falling for your charms?" You laughed. "No. You're smart," he stated a smile on his face.

It was later in the day, and you both walked around the abandoned city.

You ran a couple feet ahead, as he watched confused. "Walk over!" You shouted with a smile. He was confused, but did so.

"I knew it."

"And that was?" He asked, looking to you, trying to read your face. "Your shoulders are wider than your hips, making you have a smaller waist. This build gives you an advantage as it makes you look more feminine, or as society likes to say, weaker. That is another reason those women trusted you more," you explained, trying to measure him with your eyes. So you were observant of people builds. It made it easier to measure their strength. He was impressed.

"I'm gonna be upset if you have a smaller waist than me-"

Night time fell, and he was itching to go to a game.

"You can go you know. I don't feel like that tonight," you mumbled, poking at the roof. He looked at you. "That's awfully strange. But, I'll be off. I'll return soon, angel," he said, climbing down the fire escape. "Be safe, don't be fucking stupid," you called out after him. You heard his laughter, and after that silence. You lied back and sighed.

Your body ached, and your mind raced.

When is he coming back?

How long has it been since he left?

Will he come back?

Does he even want to come back?

You started feeling his hands on your waist, even though they weren't there.

You sighed outloud.

Obsession wasn't healthy. And not everyone experienced it the same way. You were one of the people who experienced it very differently.

Seconds

             Minutes

                           Hours

Was time even passing normally?

You were upset with yourself.

Your hands itched for his in your own.

Your skin wanted the feel of his own. It needed it.

You stood up and paced back and forth. "Fuck... fuck," you mumbled, wringing your hands together.

You heard steps on the ladder and turned your head sharply to face it.

And there he stood, the person your body and mind craved, albeit a bit bloody.

You walked up to him, and kissed his lips roughly. He was surprised, but returned the kiss, his hands immediately wrapping around your waist.

He pulled away, making you whine. "Someone missed me, no?" He teased. You nodded, your hands gripping onto his shirt as if he might disappear.

"I-... how do I say it without sounded psycho?" You whispered with a small laugh. "Good thing for you... I love psycho," he laughed, watching your face. "Oh right... you're like me. I need you. Stay with me, don't leave. Ever. Need... need your lips on mine, your skin on mine, hands in mine, need you," you explained, your hands shaking slightly. He tilted your face to make you look at him.

"Hmm... I need you too. More than you will ever know (Y/N)," he mumbled. You sucked in a sharp breath, noticing how fast your heart was beating.

You were intoxicating, filling up his senses with just you. Your hair, your eyes staring up at him with need, your skin against his feeling like electricity was running between the two of you. He couldn't take his eyes off your lips, sweet honey words dripped from them seconds earlier. How much sweeter they tasted.

Obsession

Isn't

Healthy

He

Knows

But he was willing to loose his mind for you.

After all, he had only known you for a day.

Could you really need him that much? Or was it just the

Obsession

Talking

?

You couldn't remember much from the night before. But you freaked out at being on a bed.

You two must have gone into the apartment complex and found an open door. That freaked you out less.

You turned to look, and saw Banda sleeping next to you. Then noticed your clothes and his in a pile next to the bed.

You shrugged, laying back down, turning to look at the man next to you.

How peaceful he looked when sleeping. What had troubled him so much throughout the day was clearly non existent here.

You ran your hands softly through his hair, whispering his name to wake him up.

"Goodmorning darling," you heard him groan, his voice hoarse from having just woken up.

"Goodmorning," you said, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. This simple action of affection meant more to him than you knew.

He looked at you.

Gorgeous.

The sun was coming up behind you, the light making you look golden with light. Shining. Your hair was slightly messy, with bite marks going down your neck. He smirked, a bit proud of his work.

Angelic.

Really, there was no better way to describe you.

"What are you staring at?" You mumbled, his hand going up to caress your face.

"Just the beautiful angel in front of me... for a sinner such as myself is not worthy of your heavenly presence."

Obsession

Isn't

Healthy

But

Since

When

Did

You

Listen

To

Rationality

?

To the person that requested this, thank you and I'm sorry if it wasn't up to your expectations

#alice in borderland #banda sunato #banda sunato × reader #×reader #fluff #love this little psycho man #banda is a guy with a slutty waist convince me otherwise bitches

[koinotame]

\o/

hi! it's me, nana / koinotame!

if you're wondering why i went inactive and then deleted, my mental health kind of (really) tanked... and i ended up deleting my blog in a fit.

it's getting better bit by bit though! and i've been wanting to get back into writing (and talking abt my unhinged/yan ideas i can't really talk to anyone else abt), so. here i am! for now, at least

as for my previously posted writing, there's some good news and some bad news: the bad news is that everything i wrote directly into tumblr (99% of snippets, a lot of ask answers, most exact content warnings, etc) is gone. the slightly less bad news is that iirc there were very very few posts of mine that weren't reblogged by anyone at all, so they're probably still out there? feel free to send them my way if you find any and i'll rb them. @/midnight-remembrance also has reblogged a couple of them! there's a couple snippets i have saved in some places, so i might repost those on my own as i find them, but there's very few of those. the good news is that anything longer (proper writing — oneshots, hcs, yan alphabet responses and so on, prompt responses, etc) is safely backed up where i originally wrote it! some of it is also on my ao3, which is the same username. feel free to send me asks about any you'd like to see again and i'll repost them! i might not post them if i feel too embarrassed about/wish i hadn't posted them, and i might rewrite/heavily edit some of them, but i think there's only a handful that fall into the former category and none of them were particularly popular. either way, no harm in asking!

as for some other updates: i'm a little divided on whether i want to keep posting explicit nsfw or not so we'll see. i might just keep it out of main tags. idk yet. regardless of what decision i make, this blog is still strictly 18+ and that will not be changing. since we can reply from sideblogs now, this is a sideblog and not my main now. why? sometimes i prefer to check up on a blog frequently instead of following them for a couple of reasons, but this felt very awkward when they were following me. so this being a sideblog relieves a bit of that stress. if this makes it sound like i have severe brain worms, it's because i do. to that effect though, if we interact every so often feel free to consider us mutuals regardless of whether or not i'm actually following you =w=b tbh i.............. am not really into genshin anymore. i might post about it here and there but i just Do Not (really) Care about it anymore. scara aside to some degree i also have no clue what's going on post inazuma lol whatever projects or commitments to writing or etc i had made beforehand. i forgot all of them so just pretend that never happened ok? ok i'll also probably be posting more sparsely, but we'll see! and (this is obviously the most important bit) i have no clue where i put the mika edit so we're back to my og classic pfp. the header scales terribly and is temporary, please ignore that too

all that aside, as a treat for anyone who sees this in time,

*roughly 6/22 done, but fairly quick to write. roughly one paragraph per character (sneak peek line: "it's not too hard to be discreet with his unique magic when someone really deserves to fall face down a flight of stairs. or three. oopsie. odd they don't remember it, huh? well, he had nothing to do with that.") **more realistic isn't quite the right word(s)... probably won't post this one to the main tags regardless. won't be doing all of the characters (only important/relevant ones) and won't be writing more about/expanding on, so this one is just like. a one off experiment sort of thing. overall less violent than most takes on the au + leans a bit (or lot, depending on how you look at it) more on the religious aspect of self aware aus. i wrote a couple paragraphs a while ago, then rewrote them, but i'll only finish/post them if there's interest for it (sneak peek line: "aether has deluded himself and cast You aside entirely on his own—and when You finally grace them with Your real presence, zhongli is certain aether will be the first to fall from Your grace.")

i have one other new thing immediately ready for posting that'll get posted in a couple of days but that one's pretty silly

#koinotame #and hi to the three people that found this blog before i posted this o/ #long post #i ended up writing a lot. ehem. #<- the type to always have trouble getting essays down to the max word limit #if nobody ends up seeing this. well. it'll be here still when i post some actual writing #q

[gremlins-hotel]

(sorry for being unhinged in your inbox)

Ok as someone who has put many things in my mouth that I should not have have, and if I scale it by say x 3 if we take Alfred strength (the average human bite force is 180 psi, so I'll make Alfred's 500 at the minimum) here is what he can most likely bite through

I've bitten through leather with some difficulty (dont ask) so I'll assume he can do that with like 2 good chomps.

I've also bitten clean through a plank of wood once, it took a while, but it is possible, so Alfred bites through it slightly faster than a beaver.

General cloth like linen or cotton isnt hard to break so with the right angle, and mind you this is with human shaped teeth so tearing isnt very good, he could probably bite it out in one go, or grind it and fray it very easily.

Hemp rope and burlap is significantly harder and much itchier, and considering how tightly everything is woven, it's kind of as hard to do as leather straight up, and the fibre makes it even slightly harder.

As for sheet metal Ive managed to dent it but never cut through it, I think because if how flat sheet metal is, hed be able to do this as we do with aluminium.

Most plastics are easy for people so hed have no trouble

I've managed to bite through a feldspar and flourite, but nothing harder, so I'll bet he could probably bite through quartz and maybe topaz if we're pushing it.

I may return with further findings.

Once again apologies

okay first off i'm glad i'm not the only one who's put weird shit in my mouth

second this gave me many thoughts. asdkjfh

tl;dr this man needs to be studied and also to never be let outside without a leash. don't let him bite things.

the human mouth is so lamely shaped for biting inopportune things because we have cheeks. big cheeks for holding food. biting stuff like rocks would be so much simpler if we could reach our flat, grinding molars with more ease. and while incisors are meant for tearing, you're right that human incisors are not meant for wood or metal, but rather for vegetal material (frugivory, folivory).

but also consider that human teeth can still very much break skin. the most dangerous part of a human bite, though, is the bacteria in our mouths rather than the puncture wound itself per se,,,

also was it you that put in the tags "mohs hardness scale but it's if alfred can bite through them"? because i loved this tag so much sldkfjhgsads i stan this new mohs hardness scale. also i am SO sorry to tag you again but @if-you-like-pina-colada-s made a very very wonderful addition to my ramblings regarding bite force. you postulate 500 psi at least (fun fact - that's 100 more psi than the grip strength of an average adult bald eagle, bc i'm silly and think about grip strength, too). piña got a number for the stronger nations at ~3,000 psi, which approaches a crocodile's bite force, and if you've seen what a croc can do with their sheer amount of closing power,,,, ough. i find this to be a wide range full of fun to play with.

also i think i went insane one night when i had to remember that in canon we see a probably 3-year-old alfred lift and swing a bison. if we assume your average three-year-old male weighs about 31.8 lbs (CDC) while a male american bison (Bison bison) can weigh up to 2,200 lbs. if we are to believe these shenanigans, that's 69.18x alfred's body weight if the bison is at its heaviest. even a female, which tops at 1200 lbs, is still 37.74x. he's the real ant-man fr!! because i'm telling you someone reminded me of that bit and i was sitting like bro what the hell,,,

this whole conversation is just making me want to compare alfred's skull and jaw to a robust australopithecine. like okay paranthropus robustus boy. gonna start calling him a gorilla fr. 1300 psi? 1500 like a jaguar? fuck this dude do NOT put your mouth anywhere near me. please fuck off immediately.

#callsign gremlin checking in #asjkfhdfa hrnnnnng i have so many overthinky thoughts about this kind of shit #and now i'm thinking about grip strength AGAIN #alfred f. jones // daring to fly #mechanics of nations // eldritch abominations

[zhouxiangs]

(1/2 - sorry!)

Argh, just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in (with more Way slander)! Buckle up - this one's bitchy! The more out of step I feel with the rest of the PB audience, the more I double triple quadruple down on the Way defence until I find myself becoming increasingly mean and unhinged! Every time I see a post wishing for Kenta's rescue/release/redemption, framing him (accurately) as trapped and abused, by no means blameless but also not entirely to blame, I think to myself 'where's that same energy for Way??' Fully ready to keep digging my own grave now: I came across a 'consequences of my own actions' post featuring Babe laying into Way, and the petty part of my brain immediately started cackling as it visualised a parallel gifset for the Dean/Babe betrayal – consequences of your own actions indeed! (And, while I’m out here burning bridges, you know what? I’d include Alan in that too! All very well crying found family, but when you let your top racer dictate the rules based on which direction his dick is twitching...just saying!!! Also – and I blame the writers for this rather than the characters – for someone who cares so much about said found family, you’d have thought we could spare a second for Alan’s reaction to learning the truth about Way, or even heaven forbid a scene of him needing his own confrontation with him, considering they’ve known each other as long as they have Babe, right?)

And here's where I come clean and admit that I fully guffawed when Dean was so dismissive about mourning Charlie cos tbh I feel the same way! (Not to mention, why should Dean care about this person?? From his POV, this guy came out of nowhere, shagged his way into the team, undermined all Dean's years of hard work, and just like that was suddenly considered an integral part of the family, a family Dean now felt rejected and dismissed by - you be as bitter as you like, you angry little boy!)

I think for me it's a perfect storm combo of styling/acting/writing (or rather telling not showing), because, no matter how well Pavel sells Babe's grief, I can't stand Charlie, and am actively rooting against their relationship (and was doing so even before my love for Way emerged). One of my very least favourite tropes of anything ever is when you establish two characters as having a long and incredibly close history together, basically being each other's go-to person, whether that be as siblings or bffs (with or without a one-sided love thrown into the mix), only to bring onto the scene a third character who we're more often than not TOLD (and not shown) is just so amazing and special and beautiful that one of our original characters can't help but fall madly in love with them, usually to the absolute detriment of their relationship with the other original character (even worse when it's made into a love triangle, bluergh!), as if there's something just so irresistible about this newbie that the Babe in this scenario can't possibly have known love or desire until this point, and all that long and intimate history with their friend/sibling/whatever suddenly doesn't seem that meaningful after all, especially since in these sorts of stories it's usually a very rapid progression from mild interest to OH MY GOD I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THIS PERSON THEY ARE MY EVERYTHING LIFE MEANT NOTHING BEFORE THEM! Which is only ever so slightly insulting to everyone else in their friendship group, let alone their discarded go-to person! (In fact, I wish more stories explored this, the complicated (and yes, sometimes grievous) effect a new romantic relationship can have on a pre-existing friendship, without going the cliched route of turning the one left behind into a villain or making it a love triangle. Platonic friendships can be just as - if not more so - complex and important as romantic relationships, but this is something the media seems very reluctant to acknowledge.)

full disclosure, this ask is from before ep 11 was out; i was debating answering as i try not to put any negativity out there but after thinking about it for a while there are some things i'd like to answer to, also i think it's more interesting having different perspectives and opinions and talk about it

oh waynnie (way nonnie) do i get you. i've been a bit emotional about this topic for the last couple days or so and i really don't get people lol i can honestly say i love all the pit babe characters (not tony) and my top blorbos are way and kenta, so maybe that's why? but it's so frustrating to me and i simply. don't understand!!! the double standard in judging two characters that are in such similar circumstances so differently. i just can't wrap my head around it. also i feel like we're very much ignoring kenta's active involvement in the whole human trafficking situation, which again, circumstances, but also: literal human trafficking?

you know what i kinda defended babe last time about the whole dean thing but i've been rewatching his parts for reasons and science and. i think i have to backtrack, actually. sorry babe you're alone on this; it was always weird, and what dean did is inexcusable and i'm not going to say you made him do it, but what a way to shatter his dreams and hopes right as he was about to make it to the track. also sorry about me, but what hurts me more is still the fact that dean betrayed the x-hunter family and not that he tried to kill charlie and then babe. i do have my priorities ig lol

yeah see i would have loved to see more on that, because again, family feelings. i'm not saying make alan suffer bc i know he already does and if i have to justify the lack of scenes i'd blame the script, but also (and this might be me just excusing them trying to read more into it than there is) i have spent hours goofing off with the same friend after at least four different funerals because we both deal with loss and grief in similar ways, and while we may seem flippant to others it really helps to have that distraction. this is also applies to jeff and how calm he looks after charlie's "death" btw.

sorry but i am a charlie shooter lmao i wouldn't really call myself that now bc i have been proven right about him, but after the first ep aired it was me against the mdl comments. and i won. unfortunately i can over-explain and gaslight myself into making sense of/seeing more depth to almost every situation which maybe isn't very helpful lol but in this case i think it was as simple as the right person at the right time- as far as we know way wasn't actively manipulating babe before, and babe himself said he was satisfied with his life and wasn't looking for or even wanted love before charlie showed up, so. i have kinda moved on from charlie (ok no that sounds bad. i'm just juggling other, more important blorbos atm) but i adore him still; he's the bravest and most selfless naive puppy full of love and affection and everything good that babe thought he didn't need or want in his life, and i need for him and babe to reunite and be happy again.

agree with the rest though! tbh i never really saw them as a proper triangle but since way and babe were best friends they (maybe accidentally) gave me everything i wanted in that regard, which is: not downplaying the importance of friendship, or ignoring how it hurts when someone you used to be with all the time suddenly isn't there. in a way it doesn't really matter that way was, up to that point, still as important as he had always been for babe because he still felt abandoned, and feelings aren't something you can control. his actions and disdain/straight hate for charlie are because he loves babe and he's jealous and hurt bc his feelings weren't reciprocated, but i kinda… choose to ignore that and focus on the friendship aspect. i don't hope to get that back, or for them to have any kind of relationship or even contact later, but that doesn't erase their past.

#asks #way anon #anon #pit babe #pit babe the series

[peaches-are-sweet]

New Years Party: Prelude Pt. 1

31/12/2022

Dawns apartment 

22:49

The strong scent of Booze clogged the air as the apartment was filled with the many sweaty, drunk, and slightly unhinged teens dancing the night away and it made me glad that I had opened the balcony doors a few hours earlier.

‘Give me everything’ by Pitbull was playing in the background but was drowned out by the millions of voices talking over it on the 2 large speakers, these voices were due to the cluster of people, that occupied more room than I thought it would and in this cluster stood me, Dawn Hikari, tall and proud to of hosted such a spectacular event in such little time, since it was just last week that Andrew Hayden, or drew as many people liked to call him, asked such a daunting task from me since we should “End this year with one more bad mistake” and thus a party was born. I had invited many of my closest friends and distant acquaintances, this list includes but is not subject to: Ash Ketchum, Misty Waterflower, May Maple, Leaf Green, Gary Oak, and Paul Revere. 

I tried to keep close tabs on them since I was closer with these people than the random ones who either were invited by Drew or just some random people that somehow wandered in here… yeahhh, I have to do something about that. 

“Dawn!” yelled a charismatic voice while walking towards me, distracting me from my previous thoughts,

“Ash!” I shouted back with just as much enthusiasm. 

“God you look amazing! Let me tell you right now that black dress is doing wonders for you right now!”

“Awwh, Thank you… I think….And may I say you look Great! But where’s your Blazer?” I asked, looking around a little in case it was floating mind-air around somewhere:

 Ash always made the impossible seem possible.

“Oh yeah, umm, so Misty said she was a little cold earlier on and being the chivalrous man i am, i decided to give her my blazer” he said sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck,

“Awhhh, look at you two! Remind me again: why aren't you two dating?” I said cheekily and giggling a little bit 

“Shut it, You know i could ask the same question about you and-”

“ASH KETCHUM IN THE HOUSE!” shouted Gary wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Do you mind if i steal this fine young chap from you? I need him,, for an experiment” Gary asked turning his gaze towards me 

“No No it's fine, by all means, take him!” I said shoving them away 

And with that they were lost in the sea of people and never to be seen again… oh wait that reminds her, Ash and I need to finish a school project later, oh well I guess she has to look for him later. 

As the party progresses I talked to many, many people and ran many, many errands like refilling drinks or hanging out snacks, or having the ambulance on speed dial because one of the guests was a little too drunk and a little too close to the balcony railing for my comfort. 

And by the end of it, my feet were on fire so when a few spots on the couch opened up I practically leaped over there. 

“God's sake, how on earth did Drew convince me  again?” I mumbled as I rubbed my eyes a little 

“Oh, he doesn't convince people, “ someone’s voice started to say, a voice she recognized a little too well “, he borderline manipulates you into doing it” Paul finished with a faint giggle being heard from the blunette in response. When I turned to look at him he had his head leaning on the couch facing upwards and his eyes closed.

“Are you doing okay?” I questioned with some worry lacing in my voice. “You looked fine a while ago?” 

“Yeah, Yeah I'm fine, just kinda drunk” he signed a little, his head now turning to face her with his onyx eyes now piercing into mine.

“Oh”

 “Oh,” I said a little quietly this time taking in his features  ‘Jesus Christ we are close’ i realized and some heat began to rise to my cheeks. ‘I need to say something, quick’

 “Uh so, uhh…”

I stuttered averting my eyes in many directions and fidgeting with my hands while Paul’s eyes just stayed on me making no effort to ease some of the tension rising. 

“Hm?” he questioned, quite seductively may i add with that deep voice of his and… wait a minute… is that a smirk she seeing? 

“Ohhh, okay I see what your doing” I rolled her eyes jokingly a small smile showing 

“What?” he asked back faking innocence his deep voice really shining though… oh god that deep voice of his.

“You pulling that face”

“What face?”

“Are you kidding me? Your face is making a face!”

“Really?”

“Yes! And look at how close we are”

“How close we are?”

“Yes, we look like were on the verge of kiss-”

shit. 

“...”

Shit.

“Do we?”

SHIT.

What the heck should i say? ‘Yeah, we’re so close we may as well make out on the couch here’ nope. ‘Yah, can you kiss me right now?’ God no. ‘Please make out with m-’ Okay i'm going to stop now.

“Should we?” he asked

“what?” she in absolute shock

He said nothing as he chuckled and sat up again. “Nothing”

But I was not about to settle for that.

“No wait,” I hurriedly said as I sat up as well, “What were you going to say?”

“Dawn!!” yelled a voice from behind me by my fiery redhead; Misty. ‘God's sake Misty!’ Dawn thought ‘Literally anytime but now! Why now??’

 “Two things!,” said Misty walking up to us in her sparkling deep blue dress with ash’s jacket loosely hanging off her shoulders, first holding one finger up as I stood up from her spot on the couch“, one: Leaf wants to know if the sandwiches have ham in them”

“Yeah some of them do but there’s another tray of sandwiches that don't: i think i labelled them?” 

“Okay that's great i’ll tell her, second is that drew wants us all to meet on the balcony in like 5 minutes, so it's great that you two are together, that's make it's much easier”

Said misty while waving a finger between me and Paul.

“Okay yep, message received we’ll be there” i said with a thumbs up 

“Great, because hes been trying to round up us and I think Drew is this close to popping a vein” she replied with the index and thumb being quite close together. Actually i think they were touching. 

“Noted” Said Paul getting up from his seat on the couch 

“Okay great! See you there in 5!” said misty waving back at us as she turned and walked away into the party. As she was walking away I turned my gaze toward the clock; 23:12.

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Lol, this has been sitting in my drafts for ages and I didn't know what to do with it. Reading back over it it's quite shit and I may change the storyline to make it make more sense if THAT makes sense. I need to go develop the characters more but yeah.

Hope you've enjoyed it and if so could you like this and maybe follow?

✍(◔◡◔), Thank you

#pokemon #Ikarishipping #party #draft #post #my post #new #drinking #pokeshiping #pokemon cast #contestshipping #i dont know #i dont like this at all #help #idk what im doing

[lazychildoflife]

Prince Regulus and Prince Sirius

[I don’t know where this would fit. I’m just making these up as I go along but I do wonder what the dynamics between these two are in this HotD AU!. Sirius is the one holed up at the Black Palace whilst Regulus is making a name for himself. Regulus is still being seen as the better son, the better prince whilst Sirius is only known as the heir to the throne who cannot get hurt no matter what. Sirius is going to be kind of reserved at the start whilst Regulus is quite unhinged and battle ready. I do want the brothers fighting against and beside each other at someone. I haven’t gotten the story line completely just get. These snippets are just small thoughts of what I potentially want.]

"Are you happy?"

Regulus paused from wiping his sword and furrowed his brows. He glanced around the room only to see it empty besides Sirius and himself.

"With what?"

Sirius shrugged. "Living, I guess. Are you happy in your life?" He repeated with hesitation. Sirius didn't know why he was asking Regulus about this. All he knew about his younger brother was the fact that he was a famed warrior, a husband and a father to two children. And he had a close relationship with his sworn sword.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Regulus frowned, placing his clean sword back on his side. "Other than this stupid war, I have everything I've ever wanted."

"Like," Sirius pressed on. "Tell me about it."

"I-" Regulus' words got stuck in his throat as he saw the sheer volume of want, tiredness, love? “You should meet my children when this is all over.”

“Juliet Zabini is your wife, right?”

Regulus nodded, his mouth quirking up slightly. “We have a third on the way. Atlas, our oldest, is starting to talk a lot more these days. Babbling on in English and French.”

Sirius smiles. “Saying what?”

Regulus leans back onto the wall. “No fucking clue. Apparently, only Bianca knows. She’s only had her first nameday a few moons ago and believes that Atlas holds the world in his hands. You cannot see one without the other."

Sirius smiles at that. "Does she treat you well? Juliet?"

Regulus nods. "She's one of my closest friends and the love we share will always reflect that."

Sirius frowns, "she knows?"

"About Barty and I?" Sirius nods. Regulus nods back at him, "of course. She's the one who introduced us."

Regulus frowned at Sirius. "How are our parents? I only hear about them in passing."

Sirius clears his throat, "they're alive. I barely see them. How are the Prewett family? You're staying there, aren't you?"

"I am. I fought with Lord Prewett at Nocturn Alley whilst our aunt looked after Juliet and the children."

Regulus leaned back onto the wall as he stared at his older brother. He truly didn't hear much about him. Even his own spies didn't have much to report back to him. Prince Sirius, by all regards, is a quiet and meek individual.

But Regulus didn't believe that.

Not one bit.

Regulus was taken into the Prewett family as a ward after the council chose their father as the heir and not their aunt, the Princess Lucretia at the age of five. They've had thirteen years apart yet Regulus could remember Sirius being the life of the party. He was a mischievous prankster and yet the most protective brother.

#regulus black #bartylus #regulus x barty #barty crouch jr #regulus arcturus black #hotd au #princesirius #princeregulus #swornswordBarty

[misquigleya]

okay i'm done mass liking ALL OF YOU WONDERFUL PEOPLE'S POSTS. now time to scream cause sO MANY MOMENTS !!

Misty and Crystal;

um hi hello i LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR!! was i hoping that they would become a thing? yes absolutely. have i been screaming with Ri ( @feiry ) about them? absolutely. will i get more annoying? oh you fuckin' betcha. them sitting there being cute and fucking weird was just...cherry on top my dudes. but also made me think of lilly from pitch perfect and how she mentioned absorbing her twin and just...love that for crystal. ✨amazing✨ but also am i surprised misty was lowkey chill with the feast? no. no i was not cause that little freak def' read silence of the lambs and ✨thought about it✨. which like...okay i get it. but i was no way surprised by the chillness and how they just sat there talking about it.

moving away from the weird with them, but can we give crystal some credit for helping misty get out of her lil shell?? like i def' don't think misty would have even done anything for shauna's baby shower if she hadn't felt comfortable enough to do so aka the encouragement from crystal. was it smart to reenact that particular scene from steel magnolias? no, that was...something else. but i do like that the others did seem to like it after the initial "is she really doing this??" which was great and nice to see. even from mari who i for sure thought was gonna stop misty some how, but she surprised me.

Misty and Walt;

adult misty is gETTIN' A FRIEND AND I'M HAPPY FOR HER!! but my word i love that walt didn't even question her, much, with wanting to ask about natalie. he just "yea okay sure" and i do love their similarities and that misty is really getting to look in the mirror with him because he is def male misty and i love it. what i also love is that he's a seemingly a complete stranger, someone she's only ever interacted with through the forums and yet....he's willing to help her. unlike shauna and tai who should want to help find natalie but they've got their own issues going on so all is forgiven there.

however...i don't completely trust walt. his eagerness to help misty could turn out to be nefarious but i do hope that that is not the case nor that walt is a love interest i'm sorry walt blogs sd;klfj like i do hope that misty gets to have a lil buddy that goes around and solves crimes with her!!

Misty and Nat;

WHERE IS MY MISTNAT YOU GODDAMN FUCKERS?! IT'S BEEN 3 WEEKS NOW AND I'M CRAVING THEM AND JUST....please let next weeks episode be misty showing up to hottie lottie cult camp and they get reunited and i get my fix cause i am feral my dudes.

Lottie;

um lottie, babes...you're losing it ??? that ending scene didn't scream ✨sanity✨ nor did it scream that lottie is in control. so i'm really looking forward to more of her and getting to see what she's been up to prior to the show / season 2.

Shauna;

mrs. shipman-sadecki??? hi hello i love you please pistol whip me. jeffrey you are a lucky man, so happy for you like damn. also, love jeff standing by his slightly unhinged wife who is also slipping and losing a bit of control. love it for all them really.

Taissa;

mirror / other tai is the thing of nightmares and i don't know how to feel about her in general other than ✨uneasy✨ 'cause just like tai can't tell what misty's next move is and doesn't like it, i don't like not knowing what tai is going to do next or which tai we're going to be dealing with each week but god do i look forward to it regardless!!

#( ran out of teammates to munch on | out of character ) #( don't click the readmore #there be spoiler-ish things under it )

[brehaaorgana]

I fell down a hole playing Pathfinder's wrath of the righteous and I'm also reading spoilers and trying to make sure I get as close to a good ending as I want. But man I have a few gripes:

1. Daeran Arendae is not pale white and I don't know how or why people keep coloring him that way

Look at him:

He's literally golden and an aasimar. He's not pale white. Someone has a mod of him having super Nordic features and it's.....horrifying lmfao.

2. I would like to argue the alignments of the companions should be more changeable than they are (except for you-know-who, they're never going to change)

3. Daeran should at *least* become chaotic neutral over time. He does have a moral compass and he DOES choose to do good things. Also because of the The Other resolution.

4. I looked up his happy endings and I'm...going to riot. All three of them make me want to yell.

[spoilers spoilers] I'm sorry he becomes slightly cold and evil-er if I kill the inquisitor??? I kill the guy who sees me basically exorcise Dae because THE INQUISITION IS FUCKED AND EVERYONE KNOWS?? And that's supposed to be a Bad Choice?? Compared to a lifetime of surveillance?? I don't want to hand him over to the mental health cops what the fuck!! Those guys BURNED EMBER'S DAD AT THE STAKE and tried to KILL HER TOO! They are a literal inquisition!! it feels like they're trying to say "absolute power corrupts absolutely, a Good commander should sometimes bend to the Law," but also fuck that, my dude! Just because ONE of you isn't an unhinged lunatic doesn't mean I trust any of that institution. I demand end screen rewrites because what the fuck lol. There should be a better resolution besides being watched by Big Brother Inquisition for the rest of his life or going cold due to the inquisitor dying. Make it make sense!! The inquisition is clearly full of total idiots. Why does this inquisitor dying make Daeran more cold? He was protected!

5. I'm concerned about the Azata path option to close the worldwound 🤔 idk if I'll switch paths.

6. Enhanced edition wants:

fix it so if I'm worried about Sosiel as a FC he doesn't immediately go "sorry I'm gay." Like okay sir I was just concerned you'd been nearly mauled as your *friend*

woljif romance when

fix daeran's endings and allow his alignment to develop!!!!

more opportunities to build daeran's secret trust meter because I am panicking since he gave me the wands and not the ring in the donation to the crusades. I thought that party was done perfectly so I'm really wracking my brain here.

More Azata path content besides just aivu.

this is too big of an ask but another companion entirely. For a few reasons.

1) I feel like there's a huge lack of good aligned companions. It's literally just Seelah (LG), Ember (NG), and Sosiel (NG).

Neutral is Arue (CN) , Greybor (N), Woljif (CN), Nenio (N), Lann (LN).

Evil is Regil (LE), Daeran (NE), Wenduag (NE)

Camellia is [Undetected] (lol but we all know)

Where is my CG companion?? It just feels so weird so much of this campaign is evil npc heavy because like there's technically MORE evil companions if you go lich path and take on undead companions. I think there's maybe 9 total?? And you're supposedly out here ready to FIGHT HELL.

2) I feel like there's a lot of classes we lack in the options given. It would be nice to have a companion who covers something a little different: Alchemist, Arcanist, druid, Kineticist, skald/bard, magus, sorcerer.

I honestly regret not immediately respec'ing some of the companions. Like Lann should've moved out of monk more quickly. I love Seelah but the Paladin class is boring and she needs more verve. Sosiel I should've immediately pivoted into summoning more because he can't hold a candle to daeran as a cleric.

[rayshippouuchiha]

i am Fascinated by what hizashi and the others think they're gonna do about aizawa's new Obsession.

Hizashi tosses back a shot without flinching and immediately shoves his glass in Nemuri's direction for a refill.

Beside him Tensei's abanoned decorum alltogether and has taken to sipping directly from his personal bottle of whiskey.

Nemuri, glasses on and hair up in a messy topknot, hadn't bothered to do anything but flick the lid off of her bottle since the beginning.

After a moments debate Hizashi tosses his own shot glass aside as well, uncaring of where it lands, and reaches for a bottle of his own.

For long moments the three of them sit there in silent, booze soaked shared misery.

Their hangovers are sure to be the things of legend but Hizashi's more than aware of the fact that none of them care.

What's the worst hangover in history when compared to the horror that is the thought of Shouta apparently having romantic designs on someone?

If given the choice between the two Hizashi knows which one he'd pick any day.

"So," Nemuri finally breaks the silence.

"So," Tensei mutters miserably. Hizashi can already tell they'll have to keep an eye on him. Last thing Tensei or his agency needs is a repeat of the Shochu Incident.

Plus Hizashi could do without seeing his bare ass again anytime soon. Especially considering how hard it is to catch Tensei without Shouta around.

"So," Hizashi echoes, hand death gripping the neck of his whiskey bottle.

"S-Shouta's in love," Nemuri manages to get out before she breaks down into laughter that's absolutely flirting with the true meaning of hysterical.

There's a moment's pause and then Hizashi and Tensei rather abruptly join her, their unhinged and slightly desperate laughter filling Nemuri's penthouse apartment.

It's been over 8 hours since this particular bombshell was dropped on their laps and Hizashi more than admits it still seems unreal to even consider.

"Someone's going to die," Hizashi finally wheezes out. Because at this point it's either state the obvious or break down crying.

"Please, it's Shouta," Nemuri protests once she's able to speak again.

"So a lot of people are probably going to die," Tensei offers from where he's slid down to sprawl out on the floor.

"Exactly," Nemuri agrees.

There's another moment of quiet as they each spend some quality time with their bottles.

"Should we do something?" Hizashi brings himself to ask the question that's been ping-ponging around inside his head all day.

"Don't think there's anything we can do," Nemuri answers, voice somber and face serious for once.

"It's Shouta," Tensei echoes her earlier sentiment.

Because that really is all any of them need to say.

"Still," Hizashi can't help but push a bit. It's who he is as a person and a hero after all. "I love Shouta as much as you two do but we're Pros now. We could step in before it goes off the rails."

"Like what?" Tensei asks. "Find out who exactly this Izuku is, warn him that Shouta's a little on the obsessive side, and then offer to smuggle him out of the country with a small bank account and new identity before we bunker down to hope and pray that being his friends will spare us the full range of Shouta's wrath when he inevitably finds out what we've done?"

Tensei has, Hizashi realizes, also put a little bit of thought into this situation as well.

"The only one of us or anyone we know who could step in without it turning into a massacre of some kind is Nedzu," Nemuri points out. "And we all know whose side he's probably already on in this case."

Hizashi raises his bottle in her direction as a toast, Tensei mirroring him from his place on the floor.

Because yeah, they do know.

Nedzu is fond of Shouta in a way Hizashi's never seen their sadistic boss be fond of any other human being, has been since all those private lessons when they were students.

They are all three very much aware that, in Nedzu's eyes, what affection he has for them likely stems from the fact that he considers the three of them to be some strange mix between Shouta's territory and Shouta's pets.

Hizashi's also pretty sure that the only reason why Tensei isn't also somehow a teacher at UA by now is because he's much more useful positioned as he is at his family's agency.

Which, if it keeps him out of Nedzu's more nefarious plots and out of Shouta's direct line of fire, Hizashi's more than willing to wear a metaphorical collar or two.

Tensei and Nemuri, Hizashi knows, both feel the same way.

Besides, if they did manage to somehow get Izuku out of the country Nedzu would absolutely find a way to bring him back because he's sure to find all of this to be absolutely delightful. Plus it'd be just like him to choose to indulge Shouta in this way.

"Guess we really are fucked huh?" Hizashi asks.

"Hmm," Nemuri hums, "thoroughly, darling."

"Who knows," Tensei chimes in then, "maybe this Izuku will be good for Shouta or something. Maybe he'll calm down some more?"

A pause.

The three of them break back out into matching hysterical laughter.

"To Izuku," Hizashi finally manages to rasp, lifting his bottle in the air. "May the gods have mercy on your soul and may this all end with minimum casualties."

"Here here," Nemuri and Tensei both echo.

This is, Hizashi thinks as he takes a deep deep drink, going to be an absolute disaster.

#RayRambles #9/10ths AU #BnHA #AiDeku #EraserDeku

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Speed Demon

Hey guys! So, our new anon, Peach anon, sent me an absolutely god-tier idea, and I got a little out of control thinking about it. Thank them for this messy little thing. Hope y'all enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: No but based on an ask

The ask: hi i found ur blog recently and i LOVE your work and wanted to shower u with love and affection <3 <3 <3 and maybe also... a headcanon?? anyways roadtrip with boys are so fun to imagine like i have this hc that draco is such a nervous wreck in cars and it translates into passenger driver ("careful, careful!! that semi is switching lanes!" "draco i am sIX CARS BEhiND IT") nfdjhgjs anyways imagine getting so fed up you just reach over (1/2 peach anon claiming peach right now its MINE :D )

(2/2) and start palming at his cock switching btwn just resting ur hand on him and making him try to fuck up into you fist he'd be grabbing the little handle above the door and finally shut up literally the second after you let him come though it's like four seconds of happy peaceful silence and then its "love, steady, you're speeding a bit" anyways ty for doing all that you do ilysm :)

Warnings: Smut, hand jobs, don't jerk someone off while you drive, mild cum eating, sub!draco, dom!reader, swearing(?)

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The muted drone of the weatherman on the radio filled the near silence of the car. Draco didn't ever talk much when you drove. For a man that enjoyed taking road trips as much as he claimed to, he certainly didn't like being in the car. You didn't mind much, though. You were just happy to spend the time alone with him. Even if the only time he broke the silence was to yell about your driving, which, to be fair, was often enough.

"Slow down! Why are you so insistent upon getting us killed?" Draco snapped, digging his fingernails into the seat.

"Draco, my love, my sweet, I'm already going under the speed limit. Try to relax a little," you said. The huff from your passenger seat reminded you why everyone had insisted that you and Draco take your own car. No one else could put up with him. Especially not with the kind of amusement you could.

"I'll relax when you stop trying to kill us," he said. But, then again, even you had your limits.

"Do you want some help, love?" you asked.

"Help? What do you mean help?" Without looking at him, you lifted your hand from the wheel, resting it lightly on his thigh. You gave it a firm squeeze. Though he didn't say anything, you found yourself enjoying watching him squirm in your peripheral vision.

"You know, help," you said cheerfully.

"You're driving," he hissed.

"You don't seem to mind much," you teased, laying your hand over his slowly hardening cock.

"Watch the road!" he snapped as a truck switched lanes several cars ahead of you. Despite his command, he bucked his hips up, grinding into your palm with no shame. You smiled. Draco could be so stubborn when he wanted to be. No matter how badly he wanted this, he'd probably just keep complaining about your driving until he couldn't anymore.

"I am," you said.

"What if you-ah-get distracted?" he asked.

"I'm just letting you use my hand. Keep it down and you won't bother me," you laughed.

"But what if--oh," he cut himself off with a groan as you popped the button of his pants and snaked your hand underneath.

"Shhh, just enjoy yourself, baby boy," you soothed, grinding the heel of your hand gently against the head of his cock. The whiny moan that reverberated throughout the car made you strain to keep your eyes on the road. You would have loved to see the face he was making just then, but you told him you wouldn't get distracted. Instead, you settled for rubbing him teasingly just to make him squirm.

"(Y/N)," he groaned.

"Hmm?" you hummed.

"Please."

"Please, what? Tell me what you want," you said, glancing over your shoulder as you switched lanes.

"I want more," he muttered.

"I thought you wanted me to concentrate on the road," you teased. With a groan of frustration, he rolled his hips into your barely moving hand.

"(Y/N), take pity on me. I'm already in this screaming death trap," he whined. You laughed, giving him a rough squeeze through his underwear. A choked groan told you all you needed to know. All he wanted was attention. That was likely why he'd been complaining so much in the first place.

"Alright, alright. Take your cock out for me then, baby," you said.

After a second of shuffling, you felt him push himself into your waiting hand. It never took much to work him up, and you were grateful for it. You loved seeing him hot and leaking for you pretty much as soon as you started playing with him. Swiping your thumb over the slit, you smiled as the wetness there smeared with your touch. He bucked impatiently at the soft attention. It wasn't what he wanted. Pulling your hand away for a second, you spat into it before beginning to jack him at a torturous pace. It wasn't a substitute for lube, but Draco didn't seem to mind any.

A quick glance at your passenger told you that he was just enjoying the sensation. He could have been anywhere for all he seemed to care. It was almost like he'd forgotten about the car entirely. One pale hand gripped the seat under him while the other grabbed the handle over his head to steady him as he thrust into your hand. Like a man unhinged, he drove up into the tight circle of your fist practically unassisted. You doubt he really minded the lack of real lube.

"That's a good boy," you praised, switching back into the other lane. "I bet you feel so much better now that you have something to keep you busy."

"Yes! So much better!" he moaned.

"I know being my good boy always helps you relax," you said. The car in front of you swerved and cut off the guy in the other lane, who blared his horn. You slowed slightly, glaring at them.

"Always! Love being your good boy." Draco's voice was so earnest and sweet, all pitched up like that.

"And you are such a good boy, Draco," you said.

Little punched-out noises rippled through the car, overpowering the drone of the radio station you'd been listening to earlier. Honestly, you preferred them. Any sweet, pathetic little sound Draco made was infinitely more interesting than any news guy on the radio. Hips pounding into your hand, Draco tipped his head back against the headrest with the most desperate wine you'd heard in a while. You shivered, cutting your eyes away from the road to steal a glance at him in all his strung-out, desperate beauty.

And you weren't disappointed. His usually pale skin was flushed a bright pink, eyes lidded and more focused on you than anything else, and his bottom lip caught between his teeth in an unsuccessful attempt to quiet himself. A real thing of beauty. Your sweet, pretty boy Draco. Twisting your hand over the head of his cock, you relished in that fact for a moment.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'd be half tempted to pull over and fuck you properly in the back seat," you said.

"Please," Draco begged breathily, slamming his hips up erratically.

"Don't tempt me, baby boy. We're on a schedule," you said. Though, it really was a charming idea.

"(Y/N), please. I don't care about being late. Want you to fuck me," he whined.

"You say that now," you laughed.

"Please, I'll be so good," he whined.

"If you can cum from my hand now, Draco, I'll keep you so well fucked on a this trip you won't remember anything but me," you said, an alluring promise coloring your voice.

"Yes, yes! Want that! Wanna cum for you so much," he babbled. Arching his back against the seat, he drove his cock into your hand with renewed desperation.

"Are you close? You wanna a good boy and cum for me?" you purred. The car in front of you stopped short, but Draco didn't even seem to notice that you'd jerked to a stop. He just gripped the handle above him and whined for you.

"Wanna be a good boy. Please, I wanna cum," he cried. Looking over, you noticed the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. You smiled gently at him.

"Oh, Dray, you've been so good," you said. His mouth dropped open into a soft cry as his hips completely lost rhythm. "Go ahead, baby boy. Cum for me."

Draco's hips stuttered, once, twice, and by the third time, he was cumming all over your hand. His eyes screwed shut, and a pitchy cry of your name left his lips as he shook in your grasp. And you just worked him through it. Pumping him gently while he whimpered through the aftershocks. You didn't stop until his thighs shook so hard you could feel the car move. Then, finally, you pulled your hand away and lifted it to his mouth.

"Clean up your mess, baby boy," you said.

"Yes, (Y/N)," he said tiredly, sticking his tongue out. Pressing your fingers against it, you let him lick your hand clean of his own cum until you were satisfied. You two had started moving again by the time he finally came around enough to really talk to you.

"How do you feel, Dray?" you asked. He gave you a sleepy smile.

"Like you need to slow down. You're speeding," he said.

"I'm not speeding," you said. You were, in fact, speeding a little.

"Don't think that just because I just had the best orgasm of my life that I don't remember you drive like a demon," he said. Shaking your head, you laughed in disbelief.

"Only you could complain after having the best orgasm of your life," you sighed.

"I thought you loved that about me," he said. "You're still speeding."

"Maybe I should have pulled over," you said, rolling your eyes. Well, it had been nice while it lasted. And Draco was right. Kinda. You did love him, even if you wouldn't exactly say you loved his complaining.

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Baji Being A Menace To Society (And Your Relationship) 2.0

Sequel to: Baji A.K.A. The Worst (Best) Matchmaker

Summary: Baji’s at it again, acting out-of-pocket and creating chaos for absolutely no reason, other than to see you suffer. In his own Baji-esque way, of course.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Warning(s): Boku no Pico is mentioned, but there is absolutely nothing graphic; mentions of masturbation

Note(s): I am so sorry if it isn’t funny. Sadly, I am but an amateur writer, not a comedian. Still, I hope you all enjoy! ^^

"(Y/n), want some ice cream? My treat."

Usually, you'd be the first to jump at an offer for a sweet treat, especially when you don't have to pay. However, as of now, the word 'ice cream,' when said by Baji, instantly triggers your fight-or flight-response. Paired with the fact that he’s broke as hell, your suspicions only increase for the sudden indulgence.

Since you know you're no match for the long-haired menace, your body automatically prepares to flee, legs twitching to lurch into a sprint. Unfortunately for you, just before you can get the fuck out of there, your hand is being grabbed by Mikey, who leisurely begins to tug you along to claim your dessert.

“You like ice cream, right?” he turns to ask, eyes unbelievably soft when looking at you.

And because you’re weak for him, all you can do is nod stiffly, trading in your sanity for the pleased grin that spreads across his face, his confident strides thereafter likely a result of him successfully remembering another miscellaneous fact about you, as has been the case since you officially started dating him. From the most trivial of things, like which brand of pens and pencils you prefer, to the slightly more important stuff, like ice cream being one of your favorite desserts; he’s made the effort of remembering them all.

He really doesn’t need to do any of that, ‘cause you’ll love him either way, but the conscious decision to do so is what makes you love him even more.

Zoning back into reality, you shake your head to reorient yourself. It isn’t the time to be going over the reasons why you’re such a lovesick puppy.

No, there are other things to worry about, mainly Baji.

You squeeze Mikey’s hand as you’re led to the nearest ice cream parlor to try and calm yourself. It works for the most part, especially when you get a reassuring squeeze back.

‘Right,’ you tell yourself, ‘it’s going to be okay.’

After all, Baji wouldn’t do anything too drastic, right?

~~~

You were wrong. So, so wrong.

Despite nothing having transpired yet, every alarm in your head is going off, pounding at the door of reason to get you to wake up and realize that it’s Baji you’re talking about, the same person that sets cars on fire when hungry and punches the first unfortunate soul he passes by on the street when sleepy.

You really should’ve listened to your survival instincts and ran. Alas, it’s much too late to escape, leaving you to wallow in your anxiety, while you wait for misfortune to strike.

And strike it does.

“Please, don’t sit next to me. You make me nauseous.”

“That’s cruel. I bought you ice cream, and you treat me like this?”

Yeah, he may have bought it, but you refuse to eat it because of how intensely Baji is staring at you. Fucking weirdo.

"Oh, do you want some of mine instead, (Y/n)?" Baji accentuates his question with a sensual lick to his ice cream from the edge of the cone to the finessed peak, making you extremely uncomfortable as he stares you down with the full motion.

As slowly as he licks his frozen treat do you slowly raise your middle finger, eliciting chuckles from the other occupants of the table.

You think you won that mini battle, though?

Ha! Nope.

Baji mirrors the vulgar action, not once breaking eye contact as he dips the tip of his finger directly into his ice cream, pulls it out, and proceeds to lick that, too.

Disgusted, you promptly avert your attention elsewhere, praying that Baji won’t continue being, well, himself.

Your prayers fall on deaf ears.

"It's cold!" As soon as the exclamation leaves your mouth, your blood runs glacial, knowing that you've unintentionally played into Baji's trap. The appearance of a sly, almost feral, smirk when you whip your head around to glare confirms what you already know.

The curtain has risen, and you’re standing center stage in a performance you can’t break free from.

"Aw, can't let it go to waste,” Baji continues, reaching over to scoop the ice cream you’re 100% certain he purposely spilled on the front of your shirt, with his fingers.

Then, to your horror and everyone else’s shock, he asks, without an ounce of virtue to his name, "Want me to lick it off with my mouth?"

Chifuyu is seated on the other side of the table, hiding his face in his hands. “Baji-san...”

"It'll stain if it dries like that." Dear God, how you wish to un-see Baji batting his eyelashes at you.

“I don’t care!” At this point, you’ve resorted to clumsily scooting your chair as far away from him as possible, which isn’t actually as far as you’d like considering your surroundings. Hell, so long as you put some distance between yourself and the crazy bastard that wants to see you suffer, you don’t mind having to force yourself halfway onto Mikey’s lap. (The firm hand that keeps you steady by the waist proves that your presence isn’t unwanted either.)

"Geez, (Y/n), you're such a scatterbrain."

Seeing Baji sell the line with a slow tugging of his hair behind the ear has you torn between laughing and dying a little more. Truthfully, his acting is frighteningly impressive, and you would’ve applauded his performance, if not for the fact that the role he’s playing still haunts your dreams.

By this time, most of who accompanied you to the ice cream parlor have figured out what kind of drugs Baji is on this time, which also means that those fuckers have seen, or are at least aware of, the cursed trilogy of questionable porn that’s being reenacted before their eyes, with you as an unwilling co-star. Those that are puzzled as to why people are shoving their fists in their mouths to refrain from laughing are obviously God’s favorites.

“The fuck is going on? I wanna laugh at Baji’s dumbassery, too.”

“Pah-chin... I think it’s best you don’t know.”

Interestingly enough, the one you’re most concerned about hasn’t said anything yet, splitting his attention between observing the scene unfolding and eating his portion of a deluxe sundae.

Then, out of nowhere-

“I understand.”

You and Baji freeze where you are, each of you grasping the other’s collar, you to shove him away, and him to draw you closer.

“(Y/n),” Mikey says, your name rolling silkily off his tongue in a tone much too fond for his next words, “if you like roleplay, just tell me.”

...

“Huh?”

“I’m fine with pissing, remember? So, roleplay shouldn’t be a problem.”

Heat rises to your face at an alarming pace, and it continues to climb as Mikey takes your free hand in his, which serves not to comfort but to unintentionally remind you of the humiliating experience from a few months back. And just when you convinced him that you didn’t want anything to do with getting freaky with the body’s excreta, too.

“You’ve got it wrong! I don’t- arfghfgh?!”

Your prayer to help cool down your flushed cheeks must have been heard, but you’re pretty damn sure you didn’t ask for Baji to shove his ice cream in your mouth!

“Oh, yeah. (Y/n)’s a fuckin’ geek when it comes to roleplay,” the unhinged bastard speaks in your stead, indifferent to the nails clawing at his hand clamped over your mouth. “You should try it with him. We were doing a scene from his favorite anime.”

Mikey tilts his head, interest positively piqued. “Which one is that?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, leader?”

Mikey raises an eyebrow.

Baji opens his mouth.

You lunge.

It’s a series of events that happens in the blink of an eye and ends with loud crashing as you tackle Baji to the ground.

“Listen up, Baji Keisuke. We took an oath that day, and if you dare utter a word of what went down, I’ll consider that a breach of the code of secrecy and take you down, making sure you drown in a pit of your own shame and despair.”

Surprised to have been pinned down so quickly, it takes a while for Baji’s brain to catch up, but when it does, he’s frustratingly unfazed at the threat.

“Oho~ How scary. Too bad for you, I have no shame.”

“Not even if I tell Mama Baji where your porn stash is?”

That has the great Baji tensing up.

“You wouldn’t dare use an underhanded tactic like that.”

Your lips turn into a wicked grin. “Are you sure? I have as much dirt on you as you have on me, and like you, I won’t hesitate to use it to my advantage.”

If your grin is wicked, Baji’s is downright evil, showing off his sharp, gritted canines and all.

“You got balls, (Y/n),” he snarls, “but mine are bigger.”

The boy beneath you opens his mouth, and faster than you can stop him, he just...does it.

“(Y/n) (L/n) watched Boku no Pico and liked it!”

Silence.

Silence is all that’s heard for a good, long minute following the booming roar of the revelation.

You dare not look up to gauge everyone’s reactions, instead keeping your icy glare fixated on Baji, who looks smug as shit for having caused the glorious eruption of heat to spread like wildfire across your entire body, from the tips of your ears down to where your skin disappears under the collar of your jacket.

This...

This is war.

Taking in a deep breath, you answer his uncalled for declaration with your own thunderous shout of, “Baji watched Boku no Pico and jacked off to it! Twice!”

Baji laughs. “Oh, pray tell, saintly (Y/n), how many times did you jack off to it?”

“None of your fucking business, asshole.”

“Pretty fucking sure it is, since we were in the same room.”

Someone chokes, while you choke Baji.

“We. Swore. To. Secrecy. You. Asshole,” you practically growl, with each of your words accompanied by a ruthless back-and-forth shaking of the other boy’s person.

“Let up on the choking, dude. I’m not into that. You, however-”

Unable to take the ceaseless slander to your name anymore, you reel your fist back, but, upon seeing Baji’s cheek turned to you, jaw jutted out, as if inviting you to take your best shot, you hesitate. You know you wouldn’t be able to pack enough of a punch to actually leave an impact on him, which is terribly upsetting.

On the bright side, there’s still one tactic you can use that’ll be just as effective, a technique courtesy of your health teacher, who happily taught it to the class to use in case of an emergency.

Technically, it’s meant to be used to assess a person’s level of consciousness, but you suppose it can be used to get back at inconsiderate idiots, too.

“Ow! Ow! What the fuc-! Ow!”

You keep a straight face as you continue to rub your knuckles against his sternum, fully intent on delivering the worst possible pain to the current bane of your existence. It brings a sort of sadistic satisfaction to hear the ever prideful Baji’s screams of pain, and while it doesn’t completely undo the damage done, it does help soothe your wounded self-esteem.

“You want me stop? Beg for it.”

“Pissing, roleplay, choking, and begging? Goddam- OW!”

Your reign of terror comes to its untimely end when you’re lifted up into the air by the armpits, and through the haze of your power trip, you realize that Baji’s saving grace is Draken, who proceeds to carry you out of the parlor with ease.

“People are staring,” he coolly explains when you protest to having unfinished business.

Pouting, you cross your arms over your chest. “It’s his fault.”

Once outside, Draken doesn’t immediately put you back on your feet, until Mikey strolls out of the parlor. Only when the gang leader has his arms outstretched to you are you promptly deposited on the ground and taken into his embrace.

“Are you done letting off some steam?” is the first thing he asks you. Even though you can’t see his expression, the way he holds you and the way he cradles the back of your head, handling you with the utmost care, is indication enough that there will be no reprimand for, essentially, assaulting your division commander. (You would argue that it was an act of self defense against verbal harassment, but whatever.)

There’s just an overwhelming amount of love. So, so, so much love for each other.

“Yeah, I am,” you eventually answer, followed by a content sigh.

“Good.”

Naturally, that’s the perfect time for the tinkling of the bells above the parlor door to pilfer your attention. Baji’s appearance causes your face to morph into a scowl.

You cling tighter to Mikey, peeking over his shoulder to flip the ravenet off and mouth, ‘Go to Hell.’

As always, Baji answers your attempt to appear opposing with an obnoxious smirk.

‘See you there.’

~~~

“Boku no Pico, huh?”

“Draken, don’t laugh! Baji forced me to watch it!”

“All 3 episodes?”

“Twice.”

“...”

“...”

“Favorite scene...?”

“As if I’d have one.”

"Actually-"

“Ahh! Shut up! Why are you here, stupid Baji?! You live in the other direction!”

~~~

“Hey, (Y/n). Want to try doing the same thing with me?”

You look up, perplexed. Mikey literally just walked into the room, and that was the first thing he said to you.

“Do wha-?”

Your breath catches in your throat when you turn your head, only for you to come centimeters from bumping noses with him. And because he can, he lovingly knocks your foreheads together, too.

“It’s okay. I promise it’ll definitely be fun.”

You should feel ashamed for recognizing the same sequence of lines from Boku no Pico so quickly, though any coherent words are overtaken by an incomprehensible, high-pitched screech, a feat achieved solely by a teenage boy going through puberty.

A combination of shock and amusement crosses over Mikey’s features then. He’s never heard you make that sound before.

It’s cute. Strains the ears quite a bit, but cute.

While Draken lurks beside him, questioning Mikey’s standards of what constitutes as ‘cute,’ you’re sprinting across the room, red-faced, to Baji, who’s already grinning from ear-to-ear.

“Stop tainting my boyfriend, you piece of shit! Give him back his innocence!”

(Unbeknownst to you, whilst immersed in your fit of hysterics, your use of the word ‘boyfriend’ has a certain blond beaming.

“Did you hear that, Ken-chin? He called me his boyfriend.”

“Wow, congrats.”

Mikey either doesn’t give a shit or is simply too smitten to acknowledge Draken’s apathetic response.)

Baji blinks, unable to believe what you’re trying to insinuate. “Innocent? That little gremlin motherfucker?”

Both of you look in Mikey’s direction. When he sees you staring, he breaks out in a smile and throws a wave.

Your heart involuntarily skips a beat at the sight, and, okay, you’re convinced. Mikey deserves better than knowing of that cursed series’ existence.

Clearly, you’re down bad for Toman’s leader, and as such, Baji figures he can use that to quench his boredom for the day.

“Ooh, if only you knew what he gets off to.”

The tone in his voice instantly rouses suspicion. You narrow your eyes at him. “I don’t care what kind of porn he gets off to.”

“Porn? Nah, ya silly goose-”

“Don’t call me that.”

Baji ignores your comment as he moves to sling one arm around your shoulders, the other raising up to mimic an obscene tugging motion that no teenage boy is a stranger to.

“He jerks it to yo-”

BAM!

One second, Baji is lazily hanging off of your person, the next, he’s sprawled out on the floor, face down, and groaning in pain. You expect nothing less after witnessing him receive a rather impressive flying kick to the chest from Mikey.

Before you can assess the full damage, your view gets obscured by a pair of keys.

“Wanna take my bike out for a spin?”

Yes, you know Mikey is trying to divert your attention from whatever Baji was going to say, and, yes, you probably should check on the figure that has yet to get up.

But do you really care?

You take one glance at Baji’s concerningly unmoving body and quickly come to a conclusion.

You do not.

That being said, you quite literally drag Mikey and, by extension, Draken out of there, chanting an excited, “Let’s go!” on your way, abandoning Baji to wither on the ground.

Baji?

Baji feels betrayed.

~~~

"Chifuyu?”

“Hm?”

“Y’know, I was joking.” Baji flips onto his back with a grunt. “Man, who knew Mikey was all grown up?”

The vice captain of the first division hums, seemingly uninterested in his commander’s musings.

It goes quiet for a few minutes, the sole instigator of noise being Chifuyu flipping the pages of his manga.

Unpredictable is Baji, and the same goes for his train of thought.

“I should punch Mikey for kicking me.”

“No, you’d get beat up.”

“...”

“I should punch (Y/n) for Mikey kicking me.”

Truly, unpredictable and senseless.

“You’d still get beat up.”

Baji opens his mouth to argue.

“By Mikey.”

He promptly closes it.

“Fuck it. I’ll keep spicing up their relationship as payback.”

Sighing, Chifuyu closes his book to crouch down next to him. “Baji-san, with all due respect, you’re an asshole.”

Baji Keisuke has experienced betrayal twice today.

And he deserved it both times.

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