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[asordinaryppl]

A3! Backstage Story Translation - Chikage Utsuki SSR: BE.MINE ver.CHIKAGE - Part 2

requested by taruchikas, who also provided the raws for the story! thank you!

Chikage: I’m home—

Citron: How about this route?

Itaru: We’d probably avoid the traffic jams in the city like this.

Sakuya: What should we do about lunch?

Tsuzuru: How about…

Chikage: (I’ve got a bad feeling about this…)

Chikage: You look like you’re having fun.

Tsuzuru: Oh, Chikage-san. Welcome back.

Chikage: What are you all hunched over there for?

Sakuya: We’re making plans for a drive.

Citron: You will be clearing your schedule too, Chikage.

Chikage: I’m being forced into this, I see.

Itaru: Can’t do without you.

Tsuzuru: If anything, you’ll be the star of the show.

Chikage: Meaning?

Itaru: We heard from the Director that your situation prompt for the magazine is a drive date.

Chikage: Figured that’s what’s going on…

Chikage: I drive pretty often anyway, I don’t think there’s a need for me to go out of my way to prepare.

Citron: Non, non! Simply driving and driving with someone else on board are completely different!

Tsuzuru: Citron-san’s saying something that makes sense for once.

Masumi: … This is weird.

Sakuya: It was cool!

Itaru: So, if you would.

Chikage: … I got it. It's important to make some time for family, after all.

-

Izumi: There are drinks and snacks in here.

Chikage: Thanks.

Izumi: I don’t think I have any reason to worry, but please drive safely.

Chikage: Of course. Well then…

Citron: I will be in the passenger seat today.

Chikage: ? Sure…

Citron: Off we go!

-

Chikage: Let me know if you want to stop by a convenience store or something. For music—

Citron: Ah~ I’m so glad the weather is nice today, Chi-kun ♪

Chikage: Chi…

Tsuzuru: Chi-kun!?

Itaru: “Chi-kun” is crazy. I think I’m gonna die.

Citron: The weather is fire and I’m sooo geeked~★ Chi-kunnn, I’ll be counting on you to drive sa-fe-ly ♪

Sakuya: Are you playing the girlfriend…?

Itaru: And a gyaru. I think.

Tsuzuru: The slang’s a little outdated though…

Masumi: … The light is gone from Chikage’s eyes.

Chikage: …

Tsuzuru: B-But it’ll be good practice for the magazine…?

Itaru: And it’ll help with Citron’s future female roles.

Chikage: … *sigh* Alright.

Chikage: But, I don’t want to hear any complaints if my driving gets weird.

Itaru: Remind me why we're risking our life for this…

Citron: Playing the girlfriend is fun! You should all try it too.

Tsuzuru: Uhhh…

Sakuya: It’d be good to try out all kinds of situations!

Itaru: We’ll all take turns playing the girlfriend whenever we stop in a service area or convenience store, then.

Chikage: That’d be helpful in many ways.

Sakuya: We’ll do our best!

Chikage: … I think I’m going to get something to keep me awake, just in case. Can we stop by that store?

Citron: My shift ended fast!

-

Sakuya: Ummm…

Sakuya: Chi—…

Chikage: You can just call me the way you usually do, Sakuya.

Citron: Did you hate it that much?

Itaru: I’ll be remembering it and rolling on the floor, at least.

Masumi: I’m gonna be sick.

-

Tsuzuru: …

Chikage: …

Citron: He can’t practice if you don’t speak, Tsuzuru!

Itaru: ^ This. You need to say something.

Tsuzuru: U-Uhhh…

Tsuzuru: A-Aren’t you tired~?

Chikage: You don’t need to force yourself so much. Could you hand me my coffee?

Tsuzuru: ‘Kay!

Tsuzuru: Wait, I’m supposed to be helping you…!

-

Masumi: …

Chikage: …

Citron: There’s too much silence again!

Itaru: Masumi, just think of this as rehearsal with Director-san.

Masumi: With the Director…

Masumi: …

Masumi: … *sigh* I can’t. You’re too cute.

Chikage: … Just what thoughts are going through your head?

-

Itaru: Okay, lemme show you all how it’s done.

Chikage: No need to get so into this.

Itaru: Utsuki-san, should I play some music? Or are you more of a radio person?

Chikage: I suppose I prefer the radio. We can also get information about traffic jams like this.

Itaru: Me too~

Itaru: *Yawn*…

Citron: Oh, how flirty.

Itaru: No, that was for real…

Chikage: Are you sleepy? You can go ahead and sleep. I’ll wake you up when we get there.

Itaru: I’m being put to bed.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

[h8fuckk]

closed starter | @fiendishfinesse

The air around the bridge feels thick, oppressive. Nepharia stands at the edge of the crumbling stonework, eyes narrowed as she watches the scene unfold. Her companions, the ones she’s reluctantly traveling with, exchange confused glances at the strange man before them, his riddles coiling through the air like smoke. But Nepharia barely hears him. Something else gnaws at the edge of her senses.

The scent hits her first, sharp and bitter——brimstone, hellfire, and something far older. It slithers into her lungs like poison, familiar and foul. She doesn’t shift, doesn’t move an inch, but her silver eyes darken, glinting with a predatory gleam. That smell——she knows it. Knows it like a second skin. The others might be too distracted by the man’s enigmatic charm, but Nepharia knows better. This isn’t a mortal. No mortal reeks of the hells quite like this.

She rolls her shoulders, feeling the subtle pull of her wings beneath her skin, wings she keeps hidden beneath the mortal façade of her tiefling form. The brimstone calls to her, scratching at her fiendish nature, reminding her of what she truly is beneath the mask. A devil. This man was one of them. Her lip curls slightly, an instinctual reaction, and her arms cross over her chest as she stares him down. Her tone, when it comes, is low, rough, as though the words themselves are pulled from the depths of her resentment.

❛ You can cut the riddles, devil. I can smell the hells on you from here. ❜ She spits the words like a curse, her voice dripping with venom. Her gaze never falters, locked onto him with the cold fury of someone who’s been used to hellfire her entire life. ❛ What do you want? ❜ The question isn't polite. It’s a demand, the kind that comes from someone who knows they’re being toyed with——and hates it.

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @carp3diems

"i don't wanna be that guy anymore." arlo admitted, as painfully embarrassing as it felt to bare himself. "i want to be the kind of guy who's actually good enough for you."

[unknownarmageddon]

Pretty happy with this,,,

Killer belongs to Rahafwabas Cross belongs to Jael Peñaloza the Apocalyptic Kross AU is owned by me and Apocalypse Anon

[jazzzzzzhands]

i loved my dolly so much that i drew her!!

i changed her hair and skin tone because i can! She loves Wally!! Just like me!

[chaoscrawls]

It's late enough now that all the local bars have begun kicking the drunkards out. Bellamy just so happens to be one of them. His cheeks are a warm wine red and his eyes are hazy as he stares off into the darkness of every alley way. With every small step he tries to take he staggers, and his hand shoots out to try grab at something for support till he finally manages to grab hold of something a little too soft.

" Thank you lamp post." He slurs, and rolls his head up toward the light. Except it isn't an inanimate object at all. No, this person is very much alive, and now has the prophet who stinks of alcohol hanging off them. Shit.

@stanislawkowalski

[spider-templates]

Hello! Can we have a basic group desc template by any chance? Thanks :] -Blurry

╭ **Group/Subsys Name**

│ Coll Pro/nouns

╰ links

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╭ **Frequents/Members**

│ __Member__ • pro/nouns

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╰__Member__ • pro/nouns

╭ **Nicknames** • y/n/a ° **Pet names** • y/n/a

│ **Touch** • y/n/a ° **Pings** • y/n/a

╰ **Friend RQs** • y/n/a ° **DMs** • y/n/a

[plantfell]

By the time Knives finds his way to the ruins of the fallen Ark, the moon has begun to make it's way along the night sky. There's no one around when he arrives, and it's clearly been picked through already, but Knives doesn't let his guard down entirely. It's just as likely that the Earth fleet may be monitoring the area, but Knives hopes they've lost interest by now. He wants a familiar place to rest his head, and this is the best he can come up with.

Familiar being used in the broadest sense of the word. The mangled wreckage looks very little like anything at this point. The spot Knives finds to lay down and curl into a ball might as well be any other part of the ship, but it's fine enough for now.

Hopefully, in the morning, he'll be able to approach the situation with fresh eyes. For now, though, all he wants is to sleep.

@lost13th

[michi-chelle]

i can’t be the only one struggling with the interrogation sequences righttt 😵‍💫

[fowlaroundtown]

What if,,,, they were bad guys,,,

[lovecharged]

@intcxications liked this for a smutty starter. based on: this.

everyone believed lucas was a gentleman. sweet-natured and free from any true sinful thoughts. however, that wasn't strictly true. when the man was attracted to somebody; seriously attracted. he could be as passionate and fervent as any man. it would be wrong not to use his reputation for his own personal gain however. sweet dimples digging into his cheeks as his fingertips stroke along the material of the other's panties. it's easy for him to carry on his conversation, to laugh through the other man's jokes as he tugs her panties to the side and allows his middle finger to seek out her clit and tease her further. "i'm not sure i have any strong opinions on that, to be honest..." he trails off, throwing her a casual glance, "do you think the books are better than the movies?" he asks, as he plunges his middle digit inside her.

[galaxcias-archived]

@typhoonvash - plotted

Just like nothing ever happened…if only things were that easy, the woman thought to herself. Her chestnut hues eyes the tear in Vash’s cloak with the intent to fix, replacing the piece lost, bit by bit.

It had been for a good reason.

She could clearly remember it. The animosity she received from Nai. That…other power Vash had. Nai severing Vash’s arm. And finally, the act of Vash turning a gun on his own brother. And the moment he had collapsed to the ground, making it clear he wasn’t waking up until he was somewhere safe, she had torn a piece of the cloak on his back and turned it into a makeshift bandage. In a way, she felt relieved that it held the entire trip back to Home.

Bradd had planned on helping out the blonde the second he learned of his dismembered limb, but at the same time it wouldn’t be instant. A few days a best. Until then, Vash had to wait.

The raven haired female let out a perturbed hum as she finished the stitches on his cloak. From close up one could see the difference in skill on the sections she fixed, but it was unnoticeable from a distance.

Just like nothing ever happened…huh?

The captain put away her sewing supplies, folding the cloak over her arm and making her way down the hall. Luida stopped at the door, before motioning for it to unlock via her ID.

“I’m back, this should be good as new.” With a smile on her face, Luida set the cloak on its hook before turning to Vash. She was initially going to ask if he was feeling any better, but from the look on his face and his bandaged arm, probably not. Even the food brought to him had been left untouched, akin to when he first arrived five years prior. He was blaming himself. For the crash, for Nai, for Rem…it was heartbreaking to watch. She wanted to help…after all, where he lived wasn’t called ship 3 anymore. It was Home. Taking a seat beside him, her gaze softened, as did her voice.

“…Still have a lot on your mind?”

[youcouldbeit]

@lcftcult wanted a starter!

"Well, hey there! Welcome t' I.M.P., th' name's Millie, 'nd how can Ah help ya? Ah mean, can take a wild guess, but let's hear what ya want from th' source." It wasn't often that people stumbled into the office by mistake, after all, but it's not entirely unheard of, either.

[idkaguyorsomething]

huge shame that barbara never got to meet ten. they both had lofty ideals, an occasional god complex, and we’re not afraid to cut a bitch if their loved ones were being threatened. no clue what would’ve happened but it would’ve been something

[ksaru]

@fenixias​ ,, starter call .

      ❝ You need not worry for Ulquiorra. I’m certain he will return soon. ❞ Ashitaka told Celeste, calmly and reassuringly. Once again, Ulquiorra and Yammy had left Hueco Mundo and gone to the World of the Living, as per Aizen’s orders. He knew very well that she was not Ulquiorra’s Fraccion. The Quatro claimed none. However, Ashitaka was a keen observer, and he would be blind to not see that she had a special sort of devotion to him. This fascinated Ashitaka, who had taken a great interest in studying how Hollow interacted with each other. Celeste was one of his favorites, because of how non-violent she was. She was proof that Hollow were not monsters.

[luminary-rainchii]

You drawing pudgier egos helps me to draw them and also helps me with drawing my sonas pudgy because before I struggled drawing the body shape and hated it.

In turn you're also sort of helping me on my body shape too 🥺😌

casually drops a photo of the best iced chocolate I've ever had, bc I ran out of reaction images svsvs

I've always been a big boi, and my shape certainly did not improve during the big lockdown - though I'm hoping to make an effort whenever I can? I still want to be plush, just healthily so

I've never felt comfortable drawing my sonas as anything less than chubby? Which isn't the case for everyone, i get that. Whenever I draw Ao or other sonas, I go that "shaped" route for both comfort and self perception^^ Drawing pudgy egos brings that same comfort, especially with Google and Wilford