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Who will replace Kishida to become Japan’s new PM?

Japan’s ruling political party, the Liberal Democratic Party (LDP), votes for its next leader on Friday, it will effectively be choosing the country’s next prime minister, Time reports.

During the tenure of Prime Minister Fumio Kishida, who announced in August that he would step down after taking power in 2021, there have been a string of scandals. From his son throwing a party at his official residence to alleged irregularities in fundraising by party members, the scandals, in addition to failed economic reforms, have eroded the LDP’s popularity and forced a reset.

A record nine lawmakers are running in the intra-party election, vying for majority support among 368 members of parliament and 368 representatives of the party’s more than one million dues-paying rank-and-file members. Most candidates, according to AP, have vowed to demand a general election, not due until October 2025, shortly after they are elevated in the party to try to capitalise on their new image.

The key issue at stake for the LDP is regaining public confidence. Many observers note that this change could come about through the LDP’s first female president in its history. Two of the nine candidates, including one of the three main contenders, are women. Japan is the only G7 country other than the US that has never had a woman head of government, and some party members say such a move could greatly improve its image.

But experts tell TIME that despite the momentum and opportunity, the party is unlikely to choose a female leader, citing its patriarchal history, domestic politics and lack of political competition.

Women among Japan’s ministerial candidates

Among the women nominated for the Sept. 27 LDP chairwoman election is Economic Security Minister Sanae Takaichi, 63, a veteran LDP politician who has been compared to Margaret Thatcher in Britain. Takaichi ran in 2021 with the support of the late Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and came in third. According to a Kyodo News poll, LDP supporters favor her as Japan’s next prime minister.

There is also incumbent Foreign Minister Yoko Kamikawa, 71, whom party vice president and former Prime Minister Taro Aso, a self-proclaimed “kingmaker,” called a “rising star.”

A Pew Research Center poll earlier this year found that Japan has a high proportion of citizens who “believe that men and women are generally equally good as leaders.” But the LDP cares little about public opinion, at least in the context of women’s representation. “For the LDP, domestic politics is the most important issue,” Mikiko Eto, professor emeritus of gender and politics at Hosei University in Tokyo, told TIME, adding that for the LDP, women are used mainly as tokens. In 2021, the LDP leadership called for female party members to attend key meetings in the wake of sexist remarks by the former prime minister, but it turned out that women were only allowed to observe but not speak.

Hiroko Takeda, a political science lecturer at Nagoya University Graduate School of Law, said the LDP has become a “separate universe” in Japan. LDP members treat parliamentary office as a household or family business that is “inherited,” Takeda says, so it is difficult for newcomers to politics, especially women, to get into key positions.

The current ministers are in the race too

Although opposition parties are putting women in leadership positions, Emma Dalton, a senior lecturer in Japanese studies at La Trobe University in Australia, says they are too weak to increase pressure on the LDP to demand greater inclusiveness. “The LDP has a bit of a problem, and I think they realise that. But at the same time, the Japanese public, I think, is just looking around and saying, ‘Well, where is the realistic opposition?’”

Other frontrunners in the LDP presidential election include former defense minister and LDP veteran Shigeru Ishiba, 67, who is running for the fifth time. Another favorite is Shinjiro Koizumi, the 43-year-old son of former Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi. Shinjiro Koizumi, who is more than a decade younger than the average Japanese lawmaker, will also offer striking changes for the LDP, which has struggled to woo young voters. Also running is Taro Kono, the current minister of digital technology, who previously ran for party chief in 2021 and lost to Kishida in the second round.

Nevertheless, it is possible that one of the female candidates will win Friday’s election, which is expected to move to a runoff. But while a victory by either would be a feat for Japan on the international stage, it would not necessarily signal a change in the LDP’s attitude toward women. This from Hosei University predicts that while Kamikawa may steer the LDP in a more women-friendly direction, “she will not act on her campaign promises because of political conventions and customs within the party.” As for the more conservative Takaichi, “she behaves like a man,” Eto says, “often hostile to feminist issues or gender concerns.”

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andronicmusicblog · 9 months ago

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Nier: Automata - A Legendary Action RPG

It’s hard to believe that it’s already been over seven years since the release of Nier: Automata, the action RPG that took the gaming world by storm and made series creator Yoko Taro a household name. Despite its age, Nier: Automata is still very much relevant to this day, with its influence still being felt across various forms of media.

Released in 2017, Nier: Automata was an instant classic, praised for its compelling story, memorable characters, and fast-paced gameplay. Set in a post-apocalyptic world where humans are on the brink of extinction, the game follows the story of androids 2B, 9S, and A2 as they fight to save humanity from the alien invasion. The game’s unique blend of action and RPG elements, combined with its thought-provoking story and stunning visuals, made it an instant hit with gamers and critics alike.

Since its release, Nier: Automata has continued to captivate audiences in various forms of media. In 2022, the game was adapted into an anime series, further expanding the world of Nier: Automata and giving fans a chance to revisit their favorite characters. The anime was well-received by fans and critics, with many praising its faithful adaptation of the game’s story and characters.

In 2019, Nier: Automata also made a cameo appearance in Final Fantasy XIV, another popular RPG franchise. The crossover event allowed players to experience Nier: Automata-inspired content within the world of Final Fantasy XIV, further cementing the game’s status as a beloved RPG classic.

Despite its continued success and popularity, it’s hard to say whether we’ll ever see a sequel to Nier: Automata. However, even if we never get to revisit the world of the game, its legacy will continue to live on for years to come.

In conclusion, Nier: Automata is a legendary action RPG that has left an indelible mark on the gaming world. Its unique blend of gameplay, story, and characters has captivated audiences across various forms of media, and its influence can still be felt to this day. If you haven’t played Nier: Automata yet, now is the perfect time to experience this unforgettable game for yourself.

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killed-the4rtisan · 11 months ago

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See this is what I mean when I say I should stop shoving him into places where he doesn’t belong

This half concerns the lovebug au

Knock off lovebug au more like

Ok basically it’s hybrids but the fact they want to do what’s right is AMPED UP. Like their sense of justice is where it doesn’t involve killing or anything it’s just to put them away for good once everybody has the facts straight. Like peace keepers n shit. No pain, no suffering. Taro is almost like heaven or something with how everything is.

None of the stuff happened to Space. Cause before it could happen his dad and mom are found out then he with his brothers and sisters are placed in another household together with some good parents.

The irkens made a treaty with them first and not the other way around. So on Taro there is definitely some irkens there. Space goes to earth cause he sees that an irken has gone there and wants to know what earth is about since it also has a form of human on there with some animals. They also played a pet in a hybrids creation but didn’t put any of their dna into them. Also the planet is way cleaner then it usually is in the original.

Dib probably is still an ass and has Spaces question this judgement. But Zim reassures Space that his judgement is best because his kind is almost literally built for it. This keeps happening which causes Space just to not know who to trust, and he can’t ask his family cause Dib probably stole from him like his ‘phone’ and other items. Definitely a bunch of attempted kidnapping of him. A few successful but he gets out.

Then Spaces judgement gets so messed up cause of Dib he ends up killing a guy cause he thinks it’s what was needed to be done.

Space then gets a thirst for blood.

Space in his human disguise doesn’t hurt. Cause obviously it doesn’t in this au. But he has to change his height cause he can’t be looking over the humans like that. The earth because of how dirty it is, ends up causing a bad effect on Space. Cause this whole time he’s been living a cushy life and now he’s thrown into the pins and needles of earth.

Either way he dies. Once he does his home planet sanctions Earth off for their peoples own safety. Nobody will know about Space what he did on that planet in the end. Maybe he was captured and was killed one too many times.

#definitely cleaning up later #Dib probably puts space and zim up against eachother #cw kidnapping

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freehawaii · 1 year ago

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projectarkquel · 1 year ago

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Birthday Blues

I though I have one but none so far. I was too pre occupied “adulting” with my growing kid. It’s the two of us figuring life and drawing strength from each other because basically it has always been the two of us. Juggling work, household and personal matters all at once.

I didn’t have time to reflect because life is too busy. The fact that I wanted to do it while walking in a tread mill is something I wish I could do even for just 10 minutes.

Though life has been good but few disappointments here and there. I am expecting too much from some people but then I just got tired and got used to it that I didn’t bother to go over with it. The pain is still there but the next thing I want to think is “anong ulam ng dinner”.

So far, no dramas no crying at night because I am just too tired. I just wanted to sleep and rest my body because of endless washing of dishes, cooking, laundry, answering emails, checking of schedule, etc.

So this is life and how a single parent like me have to face.

Its challenging but worth it.

Nevertheless, I know God is preparing me maybe He will let us move to a new house- who knows what are His plans for us.

Here I am, 3:32AM, writing an entry and thinking the things I need to do today. My cat Coco and the darkness are with me savoring the moment before the sun starts to shine which means I need to get up and prepare myself for another day of battle in life- surviving and winning so I can live for another day- tomorrow.

A cream cheese taro will do the trick tomorrow.

Gonna celebrate being a 41 year old “kid”- learning a lot of things, making mistakes, yearning for love and attention and wishing that I can go through life for another year.

Cheers!

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wh6res · 4 years ago

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PUPPY — LEE JENO

tw it’s disturbing, jeno’s sick in every meaning of the word, yandere themes (?), death, implied cannibalism, master/pet themes, violence, slight gore

wc 1k

you weren’t a dog and you shouldn’t be treated like one but when did your opinion ever matter?

you are living in jeno’s household. you are eating the food he prepares. you use his clothes, his toiletries, and his furniture. everything you touch is his and he never fails to make you remember that. you should be grateful. you should be bowing down to him. you should be kissing the very ground he walks on. that’s what he always says when it’s the dead of night and you’re out of your chains but stuck in between his strong arms. he’s never going to let you go.

you’re his pet and pets must always stay loyal to their owners.

the chain rattles when you scramble away from him, towards the farthest corner of your poor excuse of a room. jeno usually hates it when you do, but he doesn’t bother to scold you when he’s too busy dumping the dead body down on the filthy, discolored tiles. the stench isn’t as strong but only because your owner has only killed her hours ago, the process of decay has yet to start.

jeno smiles, kicking the body forward so it rolls closer to you. you shriek and avert your gaze when your best friend’s lifeless eyes stare back at you. he ignores your reaction, your disgust, your heartbreak, the fierce and hateful glare you send his way.

“look puppy i bought you a treat!”

seeing how happy he looks makes your insides crawl and the hairs stand up your neck. “i told you bad pets get punished, didn’t i? now look what happened to your little friend. look what you made me do to your playmate. haven’t you learned your lesson?”

puppies should speak when spoken to. you learned that the hard way. so even if you wanted to wallow in grief and curl up into a ball with nothing but guilt and shame eating at your insides, you spoke through your ugly sobs. because that’s what good puppies are trained to do.

“i-i’m sorry, jeno. i p-promise it’ll never happen again. this is all my fault! i know it is! just-just please stop.”

a pregnant pause. you feel with hypersensitivity the sudden drop of his mood. the furrowing of his brows, the disappointed frown on his face. master is not having fun anymore.

“what did you call me, pet?” he takes a step forward. the concrete wall feels painful against your skull as you back away. “did you just… told me what to do?”

shit. no. no. no!

“i-i meant mas-master. master, i’m sorry—”

“too fucking late for that don’t you think?”

you shiver in fear as the words register in your head, his calm, conversational tone of voice a juxtaposition to the events that are about to unfold. jeno takes out a knife, halting your hopeless cries and pleas as he traces random nothings against your skin with its tip.

he doesn’t draw blood, never drawing your blood.

but it’s a threat nonetheless and you doubt with the anger coursing through his veins, that he’ll bother to abide by his promise of never physically hurting you.

“don’t cry, puppy,” he coos, nosing the side of your neck before angling the knife up against your chin. “you’ve been such a bad pet for me, haven’t you? maybe it’s my fault. maybe it’s not. i’ll let you off without punishment, what d'ya say? only if you promise to be a good puppy from now on.”

“yes! ye-yes, master. your pet will be a good pup-pu-puppy. only a good puppy for my master.”

he nods, eyes caring and sweet. but you recognize the way he’s looking at you like a wild animal, like a kid throwing a tantrum. you know from the numerous times he had attempted to teach you your manners in the past but you went and spat on his face.

“ah, your training has been so successful! a few minor hiccups here and there but still successful. do you want a treat? does my puppy want a treat?”

no.

“yes, master.”

that was all it took. that’s what he was waiting for and you played right into his trap.

you stare in horror as jeno violently swings down the knife. cutting through the flesh of your dear best friend, chopping one of her arms out the socket. you sob in terror. the chains rattling as you squirm, every inch of your body seized in fear. you wanted to look away. how badly you wanted to look away. but you stare transfixed as jeno sullied and ruined your friend’s corpse.

the blood streams down like a shower. the tiles, his face, his clothes, your bedsheets. everything. it paints everything in deathly red as he chops, and chops, and chops away at your friend’s arm until it’s successfully severed off her body.

when he smiled, you wanted to disappear. you wanted it all to end.

“here you go, puppy. here’s your treat!”

the tears are blurring your vision but you know the sloshing sound of something landing before you belonged to that bloody arm, jeno offering it to you like some actual dog treat.

“what’s with that face? do you not like your treat? puppies always get treats when their good to their owners, baby. go on, hmm? eat it.”

but your crying is reaching a fever pitch and it’s bouncing off the walls. the ugliness of your fucked up reality catching up to you once again. you’ll never break free from this monster’s chain. never. you will always be the poor victim forced to play into his sick fantasies. you will always be his pet. his beloved little puppy. he won’t ever let you break free.

“why are you crying, pet? is the treat too big? want master to cut it down into smaller pieces for his puppy?”

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atamascolily · 3 years ago

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I managed to get my hands on a copy of Dinotopia Lost, by Alan Dean Foster, which is an official novel that came out in 1996. Unlike most of the other Dinotopia novels I’ve encountered thus far, this one came out in hardcover and was aimed at adults. I’m only two chapters in, but we’re off to an excellent start because I have to keep stopping every few minutes to squee over something.

Chapter One introduces us to Pudu, a human farmer in the Northern Plains, who receives word to evacuate his family because the six-year weather cycle is entering the stage where his farm might get destroyed. There are so many delightful bits of world-building here, as well as some fun lines.

Lahat’s treasured set of shadow puppets, handed down in her family from generation to generation, were wrapped in rice paper and stowed carefully beneath the seat with the other household goods.

No sauropods, though. The true giants of Dinotopia were a bit too massive for farmwork. A Diplodocus might be fun to gambol on the beach with, but you wouldn’t want one mucking about in your taro patch.

Chapter Two brings us back to Will Denison, now a summer camp counselor at Treetown, playing tug of war with a group of humans and dinosaurs... mostly sauropods, as it turns out.

Sauropods were among the most polite of dinosaurs, a consequence of their enormous size. Unable to eschew an innate clumsiness, they compensated by moving with extreme care and precision when in the presence of those small than themselves... which meant nearly everyone else. Will had been amazed the first time he’d seen one pacing prissily down a street in Waterfall City. It was something to see a thirty-ton Apatosaurus prance.

For their part, the two juvenile sauropods enjoyed the play as much as their human counterparts. The only difference was that they calculated their weight, as opposed to their maturity, in tons instead of pounds. Socially and intellectually, they were the equivalent of the dozen bipeds.

No adult supervisors were present. By the age of fifteen, one was supposed to act like a grown-up. Freedom and play were encouraged; irresponsibility was not.

Besides, sauropods enjoy being indoors. It was a novelty supplied by human ingenuity, and allowed the great creatures to survive chillier climes than they would otherwise have been inclined to tolerate.

Like every structure in Dinotopia, the buildings of Treetown were designed to last. (”The Roman influence,” Nallab had told him. “Very demanding, those Romans.”)

...as Nallab had once told him, “Sometimes the inimical is more instructive than the benign. In between screams, try to pay attention.”

I officially dub Nallab the Sassmaster of Dinotopia; he gets all the best lines.

Shipwrecked Chinese had introduced the art of papermaking to Dinotopia hundreds of years before it reached Europe. Their descendants had raised it to an art form. Papermaking parties were an important social event among many notable families. Nor was anyone who wanted to participate left out. Dinosaurs shared enthusiastically in the pulping process.

The fact that the main conflict is a massive storm just hits me right in the feels in lieu of climate change.

It’s stated outright that the last six-year storm was the one that knocked Will and Arthur to Dinotopia in the first place. The words “Madden-Julian oscillation” keep running through my head in search of something to connect with, especially once the weathercaster starts theorizing about ocean currents.

I love how this strongly suggests the solution is “Arthur invents something again”. Science!

Nallab has the Finale by Homer, which... I just....

“You’d think that after all these centuries we’d finally have that overflow from the library at Alexandria sorted out.”

Also, we get confirmation that Deinonychus like Enit eat fish and invertebrates, which is something I’ve always wondered about.

Anyway, suffice to say I am ridiculously enjoying myself so far.

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mino-diabolik · 3 years ago

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Broken Prince

Mystic’s first love experience

I looked no older than a preteen when I bumped into him for the first time. He was significantly taller and older than me—having the appearance of a young teenage boy, perhaps somewhere around sixteen or seventeen—with short dirty blond hair, bright emerald eyes, and a sharp tongue.

He was notorious in the kingdom as a troublemaker and loudmouth, picking fights when someone so much as gave him an odd glance.

Despite everything, he had quite a large group of friends. Everyone that knew him did nothing but lavish compliments on him.

Judas. That’s certainly a name I will never forget.

I had never met someone quite like him. He drew so much attention, not just with his looks, but with his personality as a whole.

What can I say? It was love at first sight.

God… I was such an idiot.

For years, I trailed behind him like a damn dog. I would spend entire nights exploring the territory by his side. From the beautiful forests where the hidden entrance of the kingdom was to the slums of this very same one.

I learned a lot from him. I will admit that. I would’ve never learned how to hide from assailants using dark magic or how to climb buildings and trees to escape persecution otherwise.

I honestly thought meeting him was one of the best things that had ever happened to me. Being close to someone who wasn’t part of the castle’s household was refreshing. It helped me escape from the royal lessons I would be subjected to every other day.

A had grown into my physical late teens when one day, the rest of his gang was missing at the time I arrived for our usual excursion into the forest surrounding the entrance of the kingdom.

“It’ll be just the two of us tonight,” he said.

You would’ve thought I’d be smart enough to realize something was off… but no. At the time, I was incredibly excited to know only him and I would be exploring the overgrown.

And that’s how it was.

For most of the night…

We went farther away from where we usually did, then came to rest on an open space hidden behind a few bushes. The moon was so bright that night. I still remember that very clearly.

If I had just stayed back to have dinner with my mother and Taro that night, maybe I could’ve avoided everything that followed. But who knows, truly? He was such a sneaky bastard that he probably would’ve figured out something else.

Judas suddenly became very quiet in the middle of our conversation. I asked if something was wrong, but he met my eyes and said nothing. He scooted closer; I couldn’t move. His eyes were so bright and enchanting as always—but there was something in them that I didn’t recognize at the time.

Years later, I came to realize… that had been my first encounter with a lustful demon.

My first kiss was taken just like that. I was startled but didn’t move away. It felt nice, specially coming from him. His lips were rough, not like how kisses are described in those cheesy romances of books. It was actually suffocating, but not terrible.

Judas pressed me back onto the ground, pushed my knees apart and placed himself between my legs, never letting me have a breather from the kiss.

He reassured me again and again in a hushed voice. “You’ll be fine. Don’t be scared. It’ll feel good, I promise.”

Sure. He wasn’t wrong. It felt incredible, for the most part.

It’s comical for me now to think of how innocent and naive I was back then.

I had never experienced such a pain or pleasure before. It was also the first time I realized how sensitive my body was. While I had a difficult time figuring it out, Judas seemed to love that.

I continued to scream and cry out his name, then plead for him to keep touching me, to be a little bit faster, that it didn’t matter if he hurt me. As long as he was happy, I was also happy.

Yeah. I certainly almost lost my mind that night.

My mother scolded me when I returned to the castle little past dawn. But I was just so out of it, that I sort of tuned everyone out as I slumped over to my room.

I was in love with Judas.

I remember very well the churning sensation on the pit of my stomach as I came to terms with myself that this was the case.

I was so happy that day when I laid down to rest, repeating our heated entanglement out in the forest in my head over and over that I almost drove myself mad.

Judas officially asked me to become his lover the next day I saw him. I can’t even begin to explain just how happy I was; my face hurt that night when I skipped back to the castle because of how much I had been smiling throughout the day.

Unfortunately, he had asked me to keep it a secret from anyone else, so I couldn’t even tell my caretakers.

I was the prince, after all. I assume that the news of a troublesome plebeian and the kingdom’s young master being lovers wouldn’t be good.

It really didn’t matter to me at the time, though. It was a passionate forbidden love like in those books in the library.

Since that day, Judas and I would regularly spend the night together. Whether it was in his house or out in the same spot of the forest. It didn’t matter.

I loved being held in his arms. I loved his kisses. I loved every inch of his body.

I just… loved that man.

He didn’t return the sentiment, though.

I was a fool in love and never questioned his excuses for his sudden absences or why he would suddenly decide to skip on meetings until he knew for sure both of us would end up in bed by the end.

No one else in the group would tell me where he would go when I asked. There were traces of guilt in their expressions that I didn’t take notice of at the time. All of them were probably warning me, but I didn’t pay attention to anything like a moron.

Judas became cold and uninterested in anything I did unless he was wedged between my legs or I had him in my mouth. He would often brush off my suggestions, tell me to shut up, or straight up ignore me.

I didn’t argue.

Maybe he’s having a bad day, I tried to tell myself.

Once, he punched me backhandedly. I don’t remember the reason why, but his knuckles connected with my face with such force that I stumbled back into a few of our comrades.

That was the first and last time he laid his hands on me that way, because everyone spat and barked at him for so much as daring to lift his hand against the prince.

Though in shock from the impact, I was touched by the others gesture to defend me.

Judas gave me a half-hearted apology the next day. Still, I didn’t care. I offered him a smile and—like an idiot—forgave him.

His cold shoulder and dirty looks never stopped, though. His face would scrunch up as if he had smelled something dead and rotting when he laid eyes on me. It would hurt me, but I’d just smile and wave.

Dumbass.

There was another member of the group I was very close with.

I can’t exactly remember why he had ever joined the group. He was so shy and quiet, and he didn’t fit into the kind of group Judas led. Still, he loved books, so him and I would sometimes cozy up together for a good read.

Judas didn’t like that, so my friendship with the book boy became strained after I was told to stay away from him while he wasn’t around.

“I don’t want you whoring around with the rest of the guys, got that!?”

This boy approached me in secret on a day Judas bailed on us. I was a bit reluctant to follow him into another room where it would only be him and I, but I’m incredibly grateful that I did.

“Your Highness,” he started, fidgeting much more than usual, “please do not take it the wrong way. I swear on my life that I only want nothing more than to help you right now.”

This words terrified me. What was he going on about?

“Judas threatened everyone in the group to keep our mouths shut, but I truly cannot sit back and allow this to happen. Not while I can do something about it.”

I finally stopped him and directly asked, “What’s the matter? Did something happen to Judas?”

The young man was quiet. It looked like he was pitying me, somehow. “Judas, he… has been seeing someone else for months now.”

My world shattered. Everything that I had built up in my head collapsed at my feet the very second those words came out of his mouth.

“Where is Judas right now?” My voice was quieter than usual. Perhaps because I was trying not to breakdown in front of this boy.

“Up, outside of the kingdom. He told us to keep you away while he was up there…”

My body moved on its own from there.

The rest of the group tried ro stop me from leaving, but no one could stop my panic from kicking in. I shoved every single one of the away and bolted for the exit of the kingdom.

Every step I took up into the surface was torturous. My mind kept raising and my head began to throb by the time I shoved open the lid of the secret tunnel into the surface.

My instincts told me to follow the very same path Judas took me on for the first time. Where we had held hands and rushed through the enormous trees, laughing.

It didn’t take long for me to hear something. All the color drained away from my face.

This was the spot where we had shared our first kiss, where he had climbed on top of me and told me everything would be alright. Where he told me he loved me and would never change my company for anything or anyone.

There were soft giggles, rapid breathing and quiet loving sounds beyond the bushes surroundings the opening. I couldn’t see anything past the greenery as I stood on the dark surroundings of the gaping space through where the moon spilled.

My guts twisted and turned in my stomach so badly that I almost bent over and retched right then and there. My mouth and throat had gone dry and my body froze up like a stone. I felt heavy and numb.

I couldn’t tell who the woman’s voice was, but she seemed way too damn happy to be fornicating with someone else’s lover. Judas sounded like he was over the moon.

God, how I loved his voice.

I heard him repeatedly state the “I love you” line to this girl. Just as he had with me the first night and many other times since.

Bullshit!

It was all nothing but a pile of bullshit he had pulled out of his ass.

Rage overpowered my reasoning and I shoved my way into the opening.

The girl shrieked and Judas looked as pale as a demon like him could’ve gone. They both scurried away from each other, quickly covering themselves up.

I wasn’t even mad at the girl. She knew nothing, after all. She was probably as much of a victim here as I was.

When I thought it through, it finally clicked in my head why Judas didn’t want our relationship to be public. The many times he had bailed on the group and ignored the plans I had made to explore around with him—it was all too obvious. I was just a moron.

Before I could even come up with any words, Judas was up on his feet, buttoning his pants. He yelled at me, raging to why the rest had allowed me to come up here. He caught me by the arm and jerked me back out of the opening.

I couldn’t fight back. I was so close to tears at that time that I couldn’t come up with the force to retort.

Judas had no trouble throwing me back out and ordering me to leave. I gathered myself up, not saying anything, but fighting back the urge to breakdown.

I ran back all the way to the castle, ignoring the greeting or the floweriest or the baker as I rushed past their stores. I ran and ran like the devil was after me, that when I came to a stop at the castle’s entrance hall, my legs were burning from the strain.

My mother was nearby and heard me slam the door open and shut. She found me sitting on the polished marble ground, clawing at it in despair.

The moment she held me in her arms, I broke down. I cried and cried until no more tears would come out and my lungs hurt from sobbing so much.

Why? Why would Judas do something like that? What hadn’t I done for him? What hadn’t I offered him? What more did he need from me to be satisfied?

My mother, Taro and I left the kingdom shortly after. They had a few business to take care of up in the human world and decided that taking me along might be a good idea.

Oh, it turned out to be much worse than any of us expected.

Up there, I came across something that, while not entirely good in taste, had the power to momentarily allowed me to forget any sorrows and be jolly. Whiskey has been such a good partner of mine since.

The pleasures humans looked for were so much more interesting than anything the Demon Realm had to offer.

I had my first taste of a weed in the mid 1950’s and never looked back.

I realized that there were so many other people aside from Judas that could make me feel as good and loved—perhaps even more. I could turn from one person to the other as long I never spoke wretched words like “I love you.”

So many hands were laid on me through the decades and it was an absolute bliss. Being able to experiment so much with such a variety of humans and demons was just absolutely great.

Judas, though… I never heard from him again after that night at the forest.

I never returned to meet the group or dared go near where they settled.

I worried about the kind boy who was brave enough to warn me of the situation. I worried that if Judas found out he was the one that directed me towards him that night to catch him red-handed, he would do something terrible. I’d seen him do it before, after all.

It kept me up at night, but tried desperately to not let it ever get to me. Because every time I worried about the shy boy, Judas’ face would appear in my memories.

His bright smile and cheery laughter, the ragged breathing as he moved against me, his broken lips as he kissed me… I just couldn’t handle it.

There came a point in my life when I wouldn’t be sober for more than three hours. Whether I was stoned out of my mind or drunk beyond functioning—I was just an absolute mess.

Even today, words like “I love you” are much more precious to me than the intimacy I share in the bedroom.

It terrifies me to think I could ever again fall in love with someone. The mere thought of someone doing the same thing as Judas did to me is horrible enough.

Oh, woe; for the prince of thy kingdom shattered and him, who seems powerful and unruly, will never again be whole for as long as life lingers within.

#diabolikloversoc #mystictsukinami #judas #tw #one shot #mystic facts #the past

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yttdtheories · 3 years ago

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Hmm https://yttdtheories.tumblr.com/post/663046057324937216

I'm wondering if this isn't a hint to say who the Asunaro members are as Mishima could be a former Asunaro member and Shin's family be belonging. Ranger we know he was supposed to be a replacement for Kai. And also reading what Vg person wrote about everyone's family state.

Sara: Her mom is only seen unconscious. Her dad tells Kai he isn't Sara's birth dad, and that she'll have to learn this someday.

Joe: Unknown. Could make some vague assumptions from how he reacts to Gin talking about his dad.

Keiji: Raised by a single mother.

Kanna: Adopted from an orphanage. (Could be Asunaro, but she doesn't comment when it comes up.)

Kugie: Standard two-parent household, according to Kanna.

Q-taro: Doesn't remember parents, raised at an orphanage named Asunaro.

Shin: ???

Reko: Standard two-parent household, according to Reko AI. Mom: "A little weird, but affectionate." Dad: "A good guy, but gives into temptation [likely referring to how he craved fame and abused Reko's talent]; hated him for the longest time, but he's woken up and gone back to being ordinary."

Alice: See Reko.

Nao: Standard two-parent household, according to personal info documents. "Born to a middle-class, extremely average family. The father has been an office worker for 20 years. The mother has carried various jobs. No siblings. The father is under his wife's thumb."

Kai: Gashu is his dad, though Sara's dad thought of him as family.

Gin: Current father (with bad drinking habit) married mother when he was 2, according to Gin AI.

Mishima: ???

the family status of Mishima and Shin is suspicious, Kanna was sent to the Asunaro orphanage but why?

it's a nice mystery, maybe they wanted Kanna to have a better life without Asunaro, like Mishima decided to leave the organization, but it doesn't make much sense to keep this revelation hidden from Shin.

However Mishima and Shin it is possible that they have very strong ties with Asunaro than the others.

especially the moon with Meister and his sitting position does not remind you very much Shin and Midori?

Tsukimi = moon viewing

we know that the poses are very reminiscent of Sara's stepfather. But there is also a high possibility that he is the memorandum guy.

Update: I had theorized the person on the bed could be Kai, but maybe it could also be the memo guy because is sick and maybe Meister is mr. chidouin who is pretending to be the previous survivor. However it is very strange and curious that Nankidai often draws Shin and Mishima together, could it be a hint that they have strong ties with Asunaro?

#yttd theories #yttd theory #3b spoilers #kimi ga shine #yttd chapter 3b spoilers #shin tsukimi

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musicalorder4869 · 4 years ago

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General Servamp headcanons - Envy and Lust pairs

Just some random headcanons me and my sister (Ani) have about our favourite Servamp/Eve pairs xD Hope they’re ok, and sorry for the long post 😅

Mikuni Alicein

Mikuni used to be very skilled at playing the violin, although he gave it up a long time ago. On occasion, he would pick it up again and play for himself but if he catches anyone listening, he would stop immediately.

Because of a certain person, Mikuni doesn’t like strawberries or pasta in tomato or meat sauce.

When he is not working at the Land of Nod or gathering intel, Mikuni often plays chess or card games with Jeje to pass the time.

Despite smiling a lot when talking to people, it is actually rare to see Mikuni give a genuine smile. However, there are times when he will let one slip, such as when he’s looking pictures of a small Misono, star-gazing at night or making something for Abel.

I’m still not sure of Abel’s connection with Mikuni other than being involved in “My Fair Lady”, but I like to think that she is somehow key to his mental stability. When she is with him, Mikuni acts ‘normal’: calculating, rational and confident but without, he’s either like a scared child or completely loses his mind.

Once, Mikuni lost Abel in a shopping mall and went to the information desk to report a lost person rather than a lost item. Jeje had to stop him and apologise to the confused people at the desk.

Both Mikuni and Misono are strong strategists, and with recent events, Mikuni sometimes refers to their actions as “playing chess with real people as their pieces”. He is like a mirror of Misono: whilst his brother wants to protect everyone, is loved and always has people by his side, Mikuni is willing to sacrifice anything to reach his goals, was erased by his family and forgotten for a period of time and wanders alone with Jeje.

Like Misono, he is scared of the dark, thunder and lightning as it brings back bad memories for him.

Mikuni doesn’t forgive himself for what happened at the Alicein Manor and feels like he doesn’t deserve to be forgiven either. This is part of the reason why he is jealous of Tsurugi; whilst the latter started off with nothing, he was gaining more as he went and was accepted despite what he did under Touma. Mikuni, on the other hand, had everything but ended up losing it all.

Jeje

When trying to contact him, it is rare that he would actually reply but messages would be on ‘read’. The only people he would respond to is Lily on very specific occasions or Mikuni if they weren’t together. Even then, it is usually a sentence at most.

He cares about each of his siblings equally but gets along with Lily the most. It hurts him when something happens to them or if he was ordered to hurt them, but he would never show it.

Jeje is surprisingly good with children, even though he sometimes finds them noisy. Back at the Alicein Manor, Lily would persuade him to leave the basement on occasion and play with his Subclass. As he was good at making things, the kids would love to sit and watch him make his bottled ships or origami ornaments.

In his snake form, he is not only coiled around Mikuni because it’s convenient, but also because it offers a sense of security from other animals.

Most of Jeje’s Subclass were people who had been executed after being falsely accused or framed for a crime. After turning them into a vampire, he usually leaves them to live their life and only keeps in contact with a few. Good B and Bad B are examples of this (I headcanon that Bad B was accused of being a witch and Good B was a butler who was framed for murder or something idk).

His favourite season is Autumn, where it is neither too hot or too cold and finds the atmosphere relaxing. Despite hating the cold, he also likes certain aspects of winter such as staying indoors with a hot drink and warmth as he works on his bottled ships. Like watching the leaves fall in Autumn, he views the snowfall as beautiful and peaceful. Until Mikuni comes and dumps snow down his back.

Speaking of Mikuni, there are times when Jeje worries about him. Since leaving the Alicein manor after that incident, he often wonders how his Eve handles it beneath the confident and cheerful exterior he puts on. For this reason and his own guilt for Mikuni’s family falling apart due to Envy, Jeje chose to remain by Mikuni’s side despite his Eve’s questionable decisions.

I feel like Jeje might have been someone who was trained to take orders without question or expressing their own opinion on it when he was a human, which is why he follows Mikuni’s instructions regardless of whether he agrees with them or not.

Misono Alicein

He tries, but he is not very good at cooking.

Tsurugi sometimes nicknames him “Ube-chan” or “Taro-chan” due to his purple colour scheme.

He is a fan of classical music, usually listening to it as he studies or if he is deep in thought. However, he has been trying more modern songs too but dislikes rock and metal.

After leaving the garden, Misono tries everything that he had missed out on; hanging out with friends, travelling on public transport and staying over at either Mahiru or Tetsu’s, being supported by those around him.

Animals like him and whilst he may seem annoyed, he actually likes it and is good with them.

He is confused with pop culture references but is slowly learning.

Misono is better at board games and puzzle solving than he is at video games though when he does play with Mahiru, Kuro and Tetsu, he likes multiplayer and party games despite not being very good at them.

I feel like if there is anyone who could save Mikuni from whatever he is up to at the moment, it would most likely be Misono and Tsurugi. The latter is a lot more perceptive than people realise and with Misono’s planning, they’ll probably be able to figure something out.

Snow Lily

If any of his siblings find or make subclasses that are children, they usually send them his way. He is happy to care for them and seeing them get along well with his own Subclass.

He has a talent for baking and finds joy being in the kitchen making treats for Misono or his Subclass. Sometimes, he would make snacks for them to have during the lessons or when the group decides to have a movie or game night.

I can imagine Lily being good at dancing, especially at the waltz or ballroom and sometimes teaches Misono. When working, he would subconsciously hum classical tunes to himself with a fond smile on his face, although he doesn’t realise he’s doing it.

Lily is skilled at sewing, often mending any tears in clothing to the point they look new again. He would also make clothes and dolls or accessories for the children, Misono and the other Servamps and Eves on special occasions like their birthdays and Christmas. Some of the Easter and Halloween costumes they own were also made by Lily.

Although he likes being around others, there are times when he enjoys the quiet and just have a bit of time to himself. When he does, he likes to light a few scented candles and sit down with a book.

It is very difficult to get him angry.

Just like Jeje does for him, Lily cares a lot about his older brother too. He doesn’t blame him for what happened in the Alicein Household and like how he wishes Mikuni and Misono would reconcile, he wants to be able to talk things out with Jeje too.

He didn’t used to be friendly and cheerful, instead having a past of being unloved which left him resenting the fact that he was turned into a vampire. He initially didn’t want to interact with his siblings and questioned his existence but it wasn’t until Jeje raised his voice at him about the latter issue that he gradually started changing. Now, he’s the one who’s afraid of being rejected by the people he loves.

#servamp #servamp headcanons #mikuni alicein #servamp jeje #snow lily #misono alicein

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gameofdrarry · 4 years ago

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Wizards Hearts Recs: Werewolf Creature!Fic

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Embers by shiftylinguini Rated: Explicit Words: 41216 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, First Time, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Draco Malfoy, Omega Harry Potter, Werewolves, Heat Companion Harry Potter, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Masturbation, Knotting, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Scent Marking, Scent Kink, Come Marking, Dirty Talk, sexual negotiation, H/D Career Fair 2017 Summary: Werewolf Alphas aren't meant to be alone, or to suppress their ruts indefinitely like Draco has been since he was bitten eight years ago. He needs company, companionship, to knot ― he needs an Omega Heat Companion. At least, that’s what the Healers say, and even Draco can admit contacting the person they’ve referred him to might be nice. Of course it turns out to be bloody Potter. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Heart Like Neon by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill) Rated: Explicit Words: 41103 Tags: Sex Work, Sex worker Harry Potter, Rentboys, rentboy Harry potter, Past Harry/Ginny - Freeform, past Draco/Theo, Harry/OMC - Freeform, Trans Male Character, Trans Female Character, Switching, Transphobia, Tattoos, hung harry, POV Alternating, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Rimming, Comeplay, Watersports, Duelling, Facials Summary: Bored of being The Chosen One, Harry discovers he rather likes sex and becomes a professional. He’s good at it, and part of why is that he can read people. Not minds, not Legilimens, but their whole self, and he can give them what they don’t even know they want. Enter Draco fucking Malfoy, enigma to everyone, including himself. Harry can’t help but want to break into him, to figure him out. And Draco, thinking he’ll fuck Potter on a lark, has no idea what he’s in for. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Who we are in the shadows by Quicksilvermaid Rated: Explicit Words: 99714 Tags: Dubious Consent, werewolf instincts, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, child trafficking, Brief Claustrophobia, Past Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Past minor character death, Past Child Death, Bigotry & Prejudice, prejudice against werewolves, internalized prejudice, Murder, Stabbing, Poison, Hallucinations, Creature Fic, Werewolf Harry, Werewolves, Auror Harry Potter, Case Fic, Masturbation, wanking, werewolf attack, Aural Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Slow Burn, Biting, Marking, Claiming, Scenting, Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Rough Sex, Edging, Secrets, Lies, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Loyalty, Loyalty Bond, Bonding, Angst, Domestic, Falling In Love, Enemies to Lovers, Self-Acceptance, Emotional Growth, Angst with a Happy Ending, References to Auror Brutality, H/D Erised 2019, Comeplay, Wall Sex, sex without lube, Identity Porn, Secret Identity Summary: What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost. But nothing is exactly as it seems. Not even Harry himself. And as he gets drawn further and further into Malfoy's world of honour and deception he finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew—about his childhood nemesis, the Ministry job he misses so much, and most of all, about himself. What happens when you’re forced to see that you were wrong? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Elusive Mate by 0idontknow0 Rated: Explicit Words: 25786 Tags: Rating: NC17, Fanart, Creature Fic Summary: Harry had done it (a) to save lives and (b) because the idea of him being Malfoy’s mate was clearly ridiculous, but now he had to tell Malfoy. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Finding A Place To Call Home by marysiak Rated: Explicit Words: 54747 Tags: Alternate Universe, Creature Fic, Werewolves, Post-Hogwarts, Rough Sex, Top Draco Malfoy, Bottom Harry Summary: Feeling directionless after the war, Harry is unexpectedly torn out of his own universe and thrust into another, where he must hide out with Remus Lupin, Teddy and Draco Malfoy as Severus Snape and Hermione try to find a way to send him home and save both his and his unwitting doppelganger's lives. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 as much a light as a flame by p1013 Rated: Explicit Words: 6303 Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Mating Rituals, Werewolf Draco Malfoy, POV Draco Malfoy, Knotting, Scent Kink, Mating Bond, Outdoor Sex, Anal Sex, Comeplay, Art, Claiming, H/D Sex Fair 2020 Summary: His mother paints a wolf on his chest, its eyes bracketing his heart, and its muzzle pointed towards his groin. His aunt fills in the spaces around his waist and ribs with symbols he's lost the meaning of in the wash of whatever plant had been mixed in with the steam. They move after her brush leaves his skin, turning from incomprehensible marks to his name to wolf to home to hunt and then back to misunderstanding again. His legs are painted in patterned bands, starting from his ankles and ending at his upper thighs. His groin is left unmarked, the pale and empty skin meant to leave no doubt of the Claim once he makes it. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Burning the Ground by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill), traintracks Rated: Explicit Words: 10256 Tags: A/B/O-ish dynamic, Were-Creatures, Knotting, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Bondage, Blow Jobs, sex on the floor, Rimming, Auror Harry Potter, Healer Draco Malfoy, Mildly Dubious Consent Summary: "Strap him down," someone said, and Harry felt the rage thicken inside him -- the viscous fear. Magical bindings pulled taut around his wrists . . . He felt a wand touch his arm and then a sharp bite as something punctured the skin, and a sweet, cool tonic rushed his veins. His breathing slowed. His eyelids drooped. The ceiling went grey and dark. And then he heard a woman's voice sigh, "Someone, get Healer Malfoy." ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Omega's Binding by Madriddler Rated: Explicit Words: 49405 Tags: Hogwarts Sixth Year, Alpha/Omega, Omega Harry, Werewolves, Knotting, Fluff and Angst, Anal Fingering, Size Kink, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Watersports, No Horcruxes Summary: After a violent encounter, Harry Potter is turned into a werewolf. An Omega Werewolf, to be exact. Now dealing with heats and the ability to get pregnant, Harry must learn to live with his new forms and life, while a desire for revenge fuels him. Will he be able to resist his heat and vengeance? Or will he fall into an instinctual lust, and look for his Alpha? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Light More Beautiful by firethesound Rated: Explicit Words: 81255 Tags: Hogwarts Sixth Year, Dubious Consent, Potions Accident, Post-Hogwarts, Aurors, Returning Home, Owls, Drinking, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Shower Sex, Masturbation in Shower, Knotting, Rimming, Falling In Love, Case Fic, Loss of Virginity, Acronyms, Motorcycles, Christmas, Quidditch, Pining Summary: Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter's help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn't been enough to dim Draco's obsession with him. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Run With Me by dragontara Rated: Mature Words: 16738 Tags: Animagus, Creature Fic, Werewolf Draco, Animagus Harry, Bottom Draco, Bonding, Knotting, snarky Draco Summary: Draco and Harry meet in the Forbidden Forest in their wolf forms falling fast and hard and eventually bonding with each other. Unfortunately bonding in their animal forms doesn't mean they are happily bonded straight away in a real life too. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Taro Milk Tea with a side of Depression by VeelaWings Rated: Mature Words: 1073 Tags: Pre-Slash, Screenplay/Script Format, Conversations, Veela Draco Malfoy, Werewolf Harry Potter, Guidance Counselors, in therapy, Depression, Self-Hatred, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Morbid Humor, Inappropriate Behavior from a Professional, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020 Summary: Draco sat through twenty grievous minutes of Ministry-mandated group therapy for Newly Registered Magical Beings & Creatures — then promptly stormed out. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Blood Moon Rising by noelleification Rated: Mature Words: 38322 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Werewolf Draco Malfoy, Wolfstar is canon, Sirius Black Lives, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Draco Malfoy is a Little Shit, Adoption, Slowburn Adoption, Drarry might happen at some point, idk - Freeform, Remus and Sirius adopt draco, Remus and Sirius as dads, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, So much angst, seriously get ready for angst, Abusive Lucius Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy Being an Asshole, Harry Potter but it's ridiculously gay, Gay Draco Malfoy, Gay Disaster Draco Malfoy, Trans Hermione Granger, Because we don't support TERFS in this household, Yearning, Sirius and Remus are in love but it doesn't mean they're smart enough to know it yet, so get ready for them to pine for awhile, uhhhhhh just have tissues ready I guess, I'm gonna try my hardest to make you cry, You're gonna suffer..., But you're gonna be... happy about it?, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, traumatized Draco, Draco Malfoy Has Issues, Tonks is best girl, Tonks as lesbian wine aunt, Tonks has big sister vibes, Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks Never Happened, Everyone is LGBT, because fuck jk rowling, Found Family, Whump, this shit hurted, Parental Remus Lupin, Parental Sirius Black, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, this shit gets dark yall, just be prepared Summary: Draco Malfoy is cursed. Ever since Fenrir Greyback ripped him to shreds, Draco has transformed into a monster every month on the full moon. The change is painful, and living with Lucius Malfoy might be worse. But Draco is strong. He doesn’t need anyone, especially not Remus Lupin. Remus Lupin might be the only person in the world who understands what Draco is going through—but he has enough on his plate, between the still-raging wizarding war, the publicized nature of his status as a werewolf, and his best friend, Sirius Black, who Remus might think of in a more-than-friendly way. He certainly can’t take in a seventeen-year-old Death Eater—can he? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 A Howling Good Time by FleetofShippyShips Rated: Explicit Words: 5819 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Established Relationship, Werewolf Draco Malfoy, Full Moon, werewolf/human sex, Transformed Werewolf/Human Sex, Knotting, Consent Given Prior, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Morning After, Aftercare (delayed?), Scent Kink, Fluff, (hahaha both literal and emotional), Don't copy to another site, Come Scent Kink (i.e. some post-sex bum sniffing) Summary: They’d talked about this, and Draco had agreed that he would try it for Harry, once Harry had convinced him he was utterly serious and not fucking with him. The timing, however, was entirely up to Harry, and he'd decided tonight, this full moon, was the night. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Am I a werewolf? by a_reader_and_writer Rated: General Words: 1230 Tags: Werewolves, Curses, Drarropoly 2.0 - A Drarry Game/Fest, Dramatic Draco Malfoy, Boyfriends, Fluff and Crack Summary: Draco is hit by the werewolf curse. The healers send him home and tell Harry and him to watch the symptoms. Of course this isn't as easy as it sounds with our drama queen Draco. ❤️ Read on AO3

#werewolves #drarry #drarry recs #game of drarry #wizards hearts #wh masterlist

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despairingly-hopeful-imagines · 4 years ago

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Making the Naughty List

Day #4: "I think you've just made the naughty list"

Rantaro x GN! Reader

Hey loves! I'm back to writing and should hopefully be caught up by tomorrow in regards to prompts! Thank you all for being so patient! Be sure to take care of yourselves loves! Also! When I say older sisters for Rantaro's sisters I do not mean older than him I mean as in the eldest of his younger sisters!

Y/S= Younger Sisters Name

Suggestive themes below the cut!

-Mod Kiibo

Ah, Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year, at least for you it was. It was the time of year where you could spend endless hours with your boyfriend, Rantaro, and his family in which you've grown to love. They always accepted you with open arms, especially his younger sisters who adored you more than their brother.

And that's why when you knocked on the door of his house you where instantly bombarded with hugs from all 12 of his sisters. "Now, now, give them some space" you smiled at the familiar voice of your boyfriend and turned to look at him.

"Hey partner" Rantaro brought you into a hug and kissed your head. "It's good to see you".

"Hi 'Taro" you giggled and hugged him back. "It's good to see all of you again."

"I think I can speak for all of us when I say we missed you" Rantaro smiled when he heard his sisters agreeing with him. "Let's get you inside so you're not cold"

You walked in after your boyfriend and looked around in awe at the decorations they put up. "You guys really go all out this time of year!"

"We have to! We have a competition with the neighbors every year so we make sure we look the best!" One of Rantaro's younger sisters had explained to you making sure to grab your hand in the process "let me show you around the house so you can see all of our decorations!"

You smiled and nodded your head at her, letting her drag you around the house showing you every decoration the Amami household had put up...even the bathroom decorations. You encountered many of his other sisters while getting the tour of the house too some joining you and some not. By the time you ended the tour you were already exhausted just due to the size of the house itself.

"Okay Y/S, let them rest. You've been dragging them around for an hour and a half now." One of Rantaros older sisters commented before she turned to look at you "besides I'm sure they would like to spend some time with their boyfriend."

You blushed and shyly nodded your head "it would be nice but I love to spend time with you all" you heard the sisters visibly aww at your statement and the younger one of the duo spoke up "we love you too, but we dont mind you going to spend time with big brother."

You smiled and ruffled her hair a bit "thank you, I promise I'll spend some time with you later." She only grinned and responded with a bubbly "okay!".

You walked off right after towards Rantaro's room only to be pulled away by another one of his sisters. This continued until nightfall when his family all gathered around in the living room to watch christmas movies.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" Rantaro hugged you "let me guess my sisters have been hogging you?"

"You could say that" you giggled and hugged back making sure to kiss his cheek. "Don't worry, I'm all yours after the movie."

"That's good" he nodded his head and followed up with "I need affection too" you smirked at his comment and teased him "awww is my baby getting jealous~"

He chuckled and dragged you to sit with him at the couch. "I'm not jealous, just attention starved." You rolled your eyes at him and cuddled into his side. "Whatever you say babe"

After a few hours of watching christmas movies all of his sisters finally went to sleep in their rooms, leaving you and Rantaro all alone.

You moaned quietly as Rantaro sucked on your neck, his hands roaming your body as much as he could. Tangling your fingers into his hair, you tugged slightly on it gaining a groan from him. "R-rantaro" you stuttered out in a broken moan only earning a "hm" from him.

You pushed him away gently now getting his full attention. "Is something wrong?" He asked you concerned he may have done something wrong. You blushed and averted his gaze "we shouldn't do this here"

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked again only to earn a head shake and a squeeze of his ass from you soon sliding out from under him. "Let's continue this in the bedroom." You hastily said and made your way upstairs leaving your boyfriend behind. Rantaro just shook his head at your retreating form and smirked. "I think you've just made the naughty list." He whispered to himself quickly following after you.

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Wilder Tails: Stories of Rayn

// She’s been living in my head rent free and I’ve been thinking about her backstory for a while so have some stories and headcanons about her life-

// TWs offered at the beginning of applicable bullets

Rayn grew up with a Puerto Rican mother, a Filipino father, two Japanese grandparents, and one Hawaiian grandparent. Suffice to say, it was rice during the week and potatoes or poi on weekends. She often jokes about how everyone in their household had a rice cooker of their own because they all made rice differently - except for her abuela, who instead made poi from taro roots from her garden, ground pineapple, and coconut cream from the coconuts on the beach.

Rayn spent a lot of time in the kitchen and her family instilled in her the importance of knowing where their food came from. They emphasized a healthy diet with Rayn. The other thing they emphasized was abstaining from red meat. Her paternal grandparents were a Foxwalker and Wolfwalker, her father was a Foxwalker, her mother and maternal grandmother were Wolfwalkers, and they taught her at a young age that she had to keep her secret closely guarded. They shared many stories of Beastwalkers that started eating red meat from animals and lost control of their instincts, so they turned to devouring other Beastwalkers and humans. To deter that instinct, they ate only poultry and fish instead. But Rayn was so scare of becoming a “monster” she never ate fish or poultry as a child.

Thankfully, because most of her diet was already fruits, veggies, and grains, Rayn didn’t struggle much with keeping up a vegetarian diet as she got older. She also realized she wasn’t missing out on poultry because she tried it once and didn’t like the taste of chicken or duck. She never tried fish though.

Rayn got into a lot of physical activities as a kid. Her paternal grandfather practiced judo and karate with her. Her paternal grandmother had her sit and do yoga and tai chi. Her maternal grandmother taught her to do hula and even trained her to do fire dancing (without fire, of course), she would play soccer and basketball with her father, and danced a lot to latin music with her mother. Living close to the beach, she also loved swimming, learned how to surf, and played a lot of volleyball with other kids. She took up track and gymnastics in school and generally spent most of her childhood outdoors either doing sports or helping abuela in the garden.

Rayn always wanted to be a cop as a kid. She dreamed about chasing bad guys and saving people and thought that it would help her make friends if she showed people she could protect them.

Rayn had a strange habit of drawing on the walls as a child. She was really creative as a kid but couldn’t keep her imagination on paper, so all throughout her childhood home you can find whiteboards stapled to the walls at the height of a child, and her bedroom just has one wall where it’s basically a whole chalkboard.

Fleas and ticks were a problem in Rayn’s house while she was growing up. Her family had seasons where they’d just become a really sudden and prevalent issue, to the point where they’d all have to wear flea collars at night and use sprays to get it under control. There was one year where they all just had to shave their hair/fur off to try and get it under control. It worked. But Rayn wouldn’t come out all summer because she was embarrassed

Rayn had a bowl cut for most of her young childhood. She swears she’ll never wear one again.

Rayn loved storms as a kid. Her whole family basically recognized hurricanes and tsunamis as danger because of the generational trauma, but Rayn thought lightning was pretty, that thunder was cool, and she loved the smell of the air before a storm hit. She loved the sound of Rayn and found it soothing. She loved the sound of the wind rattling the walls and she liked sitting in the dark after the power went out and feeling nature’s power all around her.

Tw vomit: Rayn actually lived in the Philippines for the first four years of her life. She was born in the States but moved their with her parents and then her grandparents moved in with them so they could all be together. Her first memory of coming to America was being extremely jet-lagged and tired after a long flight, getting off the plane at 3 am, and being insatiably hungry because she couldn’t stomach the airplane food. Her family all got split up while looking for their bags, and after her mother got their two suitcases, she decided to take Rayn to get something to eat. Unfortunately, the city was crowded, loud, Rayn didn’t understand any of the language, and she was scared. She started crying because of the mixed emotions and fatigue. Unfortunately, the only restaurant that her mother could find that was open was a Waffle House. Rayn sat in the empty establishment to get food, and about a quarter of the way into her meal commented that “she could feel her tummy scrunching up” and told her mother she didn’t feel well. He exhausted mother told her it was just nerves and to walk it off. Rayn got up, took two steps towards the bathroom, and proceeded to throw up the little breakfast she’d had.

Rayn didn’t have a ton of friends growing up, but she did have two really close friends by the name of Kennedy Ryder and Idra Talretok. He was a Grizzly Bearwalker and she was a Polar Bearwalker. They she met in school and used to run track and spend summers with her. They introduced her to wrestling and weightlifting too. The three of themwere inseparable as youngster. They fell out of touch for a short while after the incident with her family and Rayn being moved into an orphanage before Kennedy found her online again and they reconnected.

Tw choking: Idra earned the nickname Sushi after their first meetup in years. They went down to their childhood beach for the day and found a new sushi place. Her friends got Sushi while Rayn got tofu. Idra tried to impress them by throwing a piece up in the air an trying to catch it in her mouth but accidentally choked. Ken had to perform the Heimlich maneuver on her. It was scary, but they had a good laugh about it and the nickname stuck.

Tw implied abuse: The three used to meet up after school for a little while before Rayn had to go back to the orphanage in the evening. They found an abandoned apartment complex in the city and used to explore the halls, had their own little hideout that they used to spend time at together in one of the upper floors. A couple times, they fell through the stairs and once, Rayn and Kennedy had to save Idra after she slipped and almost fell down the elevator shaft. That hideout was where she helped him plan to ask Idra out. The visits eventually stopped once her “relationship” with Harrison began.

Tw implied abuse: Rayn never told Ken and Sushi about Harrison. This was because he told her not to, that people would judge her for it. Even her closest friends. They worried about her though. They saw how she was pulling away and wanted to help, but by the time they’d began to catch on to what was happening, Rayn had disappeared.

Rayn didn’t see her friends for several years while she was moving around, living life on the run from Harrison. She worked several odd jobs, from waiting tables to cleaning houses. For a time, she was homeless. She remembers spending her winters sleeping in dumpsters on top of trash with the lid cracked open, both so she could keep warm and so no one would see her night form.

Tw violence: During this time, Rayn had an incident. She calls it The Almost. She’d been down on her luck finding food from trash cans and she didn’t have two pennies to rub together. She decided to try and sleep it off in her night form when the smell of blood got her attention. She was starving and it awoke a feral urge in her. Without thinking, she tracked the source down to an injured Bunnywalker just getting off of work at a club being hounded by a couple of human patron. Rayn lashed out at the humans and sent them scurrying, and she came eerily close to biting the Bunnywalker, until the woman hugged her and she realized that said Bunnywalker was still in her human form. A moment of clarity passed over Rayn before she could eat the woman and it shocked the sense back into her. That woman would later become a friend to her named Maru.

Rayn eventually went back to her hometown an decided to try and change things for herself by following her childhood dream. She reconnected with Ken and Sushi after a chance meeting at their childhood ice cream parlor. Ken and her had a heart to heart about what happened years back while Sushi ordered. She learned their childhood hideout had been bought out and remodeled and offered to help her get an apartment to sleep in instead of her car. She also learned that Ken was planning on joining the force too so he and Rayn went in together as partners. They also supported her as she began her transition sometime after joining, despite all of the backlash.

Rayn has no shortage of donut stories. They used to have a cooler in their patrol car where they kept donuts and every time they ran out, they’d put the sirens on and speed over to the nearest shop to pick up more. Another time, they showed up late to hostage situation and managed to actually hep negotiate the captor to release the captives and come out... with donuts.

One of the most important moments of Rayn’s life was when she opened up to Ken about what had happened with Harrison years back over donuts on break. She explained everything and broke down in his arms as she relived her trauma. Ken held her and let her cry it out, he promised he wouldn’t tell anyone and he gave her back some of the hope and confidence she had lost that day.

Rayn and Ken used to attend events in their cruiser and would let people hook up music to their radio to blast through the parties.

They made a joke of calling each other by last name all the time since that was what their superiors did.

They spent a lot of time in crime scene investigation. They ended up making friends with a forensic specialist named Wallace. Ken stayed in CSI, while Rayn ended up moving into the position of junior detective. They stayed patrol partners though, and often went to scenes together.

Tw kidnapping, torture, murder, corruption: Rayn’s most haunting memory from being on the job was while pursuing a suspected serial abductor-turned-serial killer. They’d been on his trail for a long time and went out for dinner after running late in the office to discuss more details. Both were feeling especially frustrated about the case because it seemed like none of the other cops or detectives (save for Wally) were committed to actually solving the murders. They had basically collected all the evidence and followed up on leads but kept running into red tape or lost documents along the way. Because their target liked to leave envelopes with letters and pictures at the police station or leave tips on the hotline, they wanted to look at those to try and piece things together. They split up to get ready for the evening, but Ken never showed. When she called Sushi, Sushi said he’d never arrived home. They immediately filed a missing person’s report. The search for Ken didn’t begin until a week later, and it was only prompted when his captor - the unknown kidnapper and killer - sent the station an envelope with photos of Ken tied up and beaten. Despite Rayn doubling down on efforts to find him, the station refused to actively help or manage the search and seemed to be working against her. All the while, she was continuously being taunted with tips and photos from her abductor as he tortured captive Ken. After nearly three months, she finally found a breakthrough in her case and tracked the man down to a factory, but she was too late. Alongside a dozen other, she found Ken dying. She tried to support him, drag him out, and keep him conscious while calling for medical personnel, but Ken was simply too big for her to move very far, even in hi starved and weakened state. In his stupor, he told her he was planning to propose to Sushi and gave Rayn the ring to give to her for him, and told her she was his best friend and he loved her before dying in her arms. Rayn was devastated by the loss and swore to avenge Ken. She investigated the area and discovered that the perpetrator was the police department’s own head detective - her mentor. She caught him in the act of torturing another captive, wrangled him, and brought him in. After confiding with Sushi about Ken’s death and giving her the ring, they both went to attend the trial and see the man face justice. They were shocked to find that the detective would not be charged or face sentencing by “reason of insanity.” In the wake of the backlash from so many, including Rayn and Sushi, the department instead fired the detective, handed him his pension, and promoted Rayn to head detective as a way to silence her. From there, Rayn grew incredibly bitter and jaded towards law enforcement, especially once she learned that a guilty man had gone free because he was an old friend of the chief and a prominent figure in a company funding the police department who had paid off the judge. When she tried to file a complaint, she was “disciplined” for “bad conduct” and told “that’s just how it work. You’re supposed to protect your brothers and sisters. Now keep your mouth shut and take your promotion.” From there, Rayn would spend ten years solving cases - including the ones that the department didn’t want her to, and made many enemies out of officers and higher-ups. Yet they refused to fire her, because “she was the best investigator they’d ever had.”

Rayn eventually left the police force on the tenth year of Kennedy’s death. She stood at his grave long after Sushi had left with the parting words “in this world, there is no justice for people like us.” Rayn had an epiphany in that moment, recalling that in her ten years of service, she’d seen maybe two reports made by Mythics, and they were never followed up on. She realized that the police prioritized crimes against them and the powerful that funded them and left others to fend for themselves. She wondered just how many cases turned out like Kennedy’s. How many had tried to play fair like her and been bashed and mistreated by their so-called “brothers and sisters” for seeking equal justice. She decided if no one else would defend the rest of her city, then she would.

The day Rayn turned in her badge, Wally followed her out and asked her what she would do. For a while, Rayn couldn’t answer. She started smoking and drinking for a bit before Wally eventually came to the door of her apartment with a proposition: she reminded him of his father, Willhelm, who used to be a detective and quite for the same reasons she had. They’d tried to start a detective agency but years of no business and police vandalism had it one foot in the grave. They offered to sell her the agency building and help her fix it up to try again. And Rayn agreed.

It was about three months before Sushi came around for the first time and decided to join as a security unit after police had vandalized the place. Her only condition was they had an in-memoriam made for Kennedy on one of the walls. A portrait of Kennedy hangs in the lobby, with a shelf of candles, the engagement ring, a plaque dedicating the mission and efforts of the Wilder Agency to him and millions like him: gone but never forgotten.

Tw stalking and murder: Six months into the venture, Rayn’s efforts to help the Mythic community earned her the attention of the Takemura Sisters. They struck a deal with Rayn: let them set up a basement suite for help with additional services, and she’d have access to anything she needed from them at a fair price. They even threw in additional security as a sweetener. Rayn took the deal and said she wanted information on Ken’s killer. The Sisters tracked him down and handed the information to Rayn, who proceeded to find the bastard and savagely mauled him in her night form before slaughtering him. The grisly murder changed nothing and didn’t make her feel better, but some part of her was comforted that she’d avenged her friend by taking one more dangerous person off the street. Impressed with her tracking and efficiency, the Takemuras offered to bring Rayn on for paid investigative and vigilante work for them. The rest became history.

What makes the memory of her family dying infinitely more painful for Rayn is the fact that it wasn’t like she was the only survivor as the house burned down. Prior to going to sleep that night, she’d gotten into a fight with her family because she was being bullied at school and felt they didn’t understand. She’d been dealing with it for a while and while they were telling her to “ignore it” and “be proud of herself,” she snapped and her nine-year-old self yelled that she hated them and that they didn’t understand before running out of the house to feel rebellious. She ended up at the beach where she started crying from the anger she felt and made the wish that they would go away and things would change. Eventually, she made the choice to sleep there by the ocean, not wanting to go back home. She woke up early in the morning to the smell of smoke coming from the direction of her home and found half the house was burned badly and fire teams were putting out the last embers and hauling the bodies of her family out. It destroyed her to see them, but what really broke her was the fact that she felt she had done this by making that wish. Even though she knows better now, she still feels guilty over it and feels like it’s her fault her family died.

Tw smoking: Rayn picked up smoking shortly after Kennedy died. She smokes at least a pack a day. She also picked up the habit of throwing herself into her work to cope with things. She’s become a serious workaholic and both Willhelm and Wally struggle to pull her out of it.

It took Wally and Willhelm six years to fully earn Rayn’s trust. They still don’t know the reason why she’s so cynical and mistrustful of the world, but they still get along with her dry humor and sense of sarcasm quite well. Willhelm has become a father figure to her, and Wally is like the brother she never had.

Rayn’s given up most of her athletic pursuits but whenever she really needs to get away from everything, she goes out and exercises. She’ll go for a long run or a hike on a trail, she’ll do yoga in a quiet park, she’ll head down to the beach or the gym to go swimming in the pool, or she’ll do weigh-lifting/boxing to get rid of excess energy. She still enjoys watching sports a lot too.

Another reason Rayn avoids red meat is because a lot of the time, it tends to smell of smoke or ash to her. This reminds her of the fire her family died in too much and while she no longer has panic attacks over it, it still makes her wildly uncomfortable.

Rayn has very few experiences with other Beastwalkers aside from Sushi and Ken. As a result, she felt very isolated growing up and she continues to feel isolated now as a result - even with Sushi, Wally, and Willhelm around her.

Rayn has vivid memories of her family members knowing wild magic. Her abuela used to heal cuts and scrapes she got while playing in the garden. Her mother used her magic to animate objects to clean the house. Her oba and oji used to use it create beautiful carvings and paintings in traditional Japanese style, and her father used to use magic to help assemble and repair things. Rayn was supposed to learn magic from them but they passed before she ever got proper grasp on it. Between her inexperience with it and her trauma, she has a sort of block on her magical abilities that she has yet to overcome. Even if she did, she knows so little about it that she doesn’t think it’d be worth trying. She’s resentful of her abilities because even though she knew she could and she tried, she couldn’t channel them to save Kennedy.

The exact reason why Rayn can’t use magic is because Beastwalker magic requires the soul of an individual to feel free, unburdened, and at peace. Rayn’s block comes from three main things: regret and an inability to forgive herself for the wish she made against her family as a child, an inability to forgive herself for Harrison, and an inability to forgive herself for “having a hand” in Kennedy’s death (by not being able to save him.)

Rayn has a surprising (and depressing) amount of experience with child clients. She’s very good with kids and kids seem to love her a lot. She offers them candy, drapes her coat around their shoulders, and draws with them while talking to them about things. She’s very good at connecting with kids and getting information with them while befriending them in the process and earning their trust and guaranteeing they’ll be safe. As far as having kids of her own, Rayn leans towards not having them. She doesn’t think she’d make a good mother.

As much as Rayn loves to take the healthy route, she does occasionally like to indulge in some more flavorful indulgences. She loves occasional sweets like chocolates and mint or green tea ice cream. She loves salty snacks like chips or cheese puffs especially. She adores spicy foods and she loves sour foods like pickled snacks or warhead candies.

When she’s not chewing gum or sucking on peppermints (or smoking), Rayn chews on tea leaves. She feels the need to constantly teeth or otherwise keep her mouth busy.

As a sidenote, she tried raw-hides once. Never again.

Tw corruption, mass murder: As if to further increase Rayn’s bitterness, it came to light that the same company that paid off Kennedy’s murderer’s trial was also heavily involved in funding anti-Mythic efforts during the war. Normally, Rayn would have let the headline run but some offhanded comment in the report kept nagging her. Eventually, she looked into and began connecting some dots and she didn’t like the picture she found. Back then, the company went by a different name but it not only supplied materials but personnel in the operations of the Great Smoke Out. Included in the given list of territories they’d performed “extermination operations” on was her home. After returning home to do a bit of difficult investigation, Rayn came to the conclusion that the company was responsible for the deaths of her family, filed their obituaries as wrongful deaths, and joined a class-action lawsuit against the company. However, nothing ever came of it because the company partitioned a sector of itself to direct the lawsuits towards and proceeded to have that shell company file for bankruptcy- meaning neither Rayn nor he hundreds of thousands of others who survived the attacks received justice or compensation for lost home and lives. Rayn’s still working on tracking down the individuals responsible for the operation to serve some personal justice. This event however, is what truly broke any remaining faith she had in the judiciary side of the justice system.

Rayn ended up buying the property her childhood home was on and fixed it up. She uses it as a summer house sometimes or rents it out seasonally to families in need of a cheap and pretty place to say. She also owns the apartment that she, Ken, and Sushi used to use as their hideout as kids. The apartment is a memorial site for Kennedy and a comfort zone for Sushi and Rayn.

Rayn often wears a muzzle when she’s out and about in her wolf form. This is to help ease other Beastwalkers anxieties and to help ease her own anxiety about biting people.

Rayn avoids humans entirely at night. She sticks to doing work that pushes her into human territory during the day. At night, she stays in her litle Pagecorner town that is inhabited almost entirely by Mythics.

Rayn had to soundproof her bathroom after getting complaints and comments about her singing when she showers. She has a very powerful voice that carries. Perks of being a Wolfwalker.

She’s not bad at singing either. She can carry a tune very well and is quite flexible with her voice.

More commonly she likes to dance to all kinds of music. She loves jazz, Hawaiian acoustic/ukelele, latin, classical, and Japanese acoustic music the most. She’s also secretly really into pop and rap music and she could absolutely smoke someone with her freestyle game.

Rayn always has snacks, a first aid kit, and water in her bag. She travels light but she brings all the work and life essentials.

Rayn sleeps more at her desk than at her bed.

Occasionally, Rayn will do charcoal sketches or watercolor paintings. they’re very beautiful but they’re almost never finished. Rayn hasn’t actually sat down to create a finished piece in years. The last one she did was the hanging portrait of Kennedy that’s in her lobby.

Rayn likes having plants. She has a lot of hanging plants, floor plants, and succulents that require little maintenance but help keep her environment smelling clean and looking nice.

Rayn has a very vintage noir aesthetic that she enjoys basking in. Her actual workplace is much more sleek and modern, but her fashion and personal setup is more rustic an reminiscent of old-timey black-and-white detective films.

Despite her age, Rayn is remarkably adept with technology. She learns new things very quickly and picks up on new tech to play with and learn all the time. She’s very clever and inquisitive about things going on around her.

A little known interest of Rayn’s is all things sewing, knitting, and embroidery. She enjoys tufting, making clothes, stitching pillows and blankets, knitting sweaters, taking measurements, and experimenting with fabrics now and then. Her signature trench coat? She actually made it herself!

#{ keeps their moet et chandon in their pretty cabinet : headcanon }#{ guaranteed to blow your mind : about }#{ the vigilante beastwalker : rayn }

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