#( * past the fourth wall. ⸝ ooc ! )

[sujnn]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: han sujin.

in between drowning in the water of his summons / and a curse of being born under leo skies * ,, HAN SUJIN came to all around broken seashells && a promise to break all that he touches .

STATS / ANOMALY / BIOGRAPHY / PLOTS + TRACKER hi ^^b this is luo's typist bringing up another muse to the dash! his intro is under the read more, so please feel free to look through it! i apologize for how lengthy his profile is but i really love his concept and i hope everyone will too >< please like this post if you'd like to plot, and i will work my magic by reaching out!

did you hear the latest scoop ? we’ve got a new student joining us ! a little birdie told me that they’re called han sujin, but they kinda remind me of park wonbin — don’t ‘cha think ? you’re probably thinkin’ they’re just another 23 year old in their third year of marine biology (bachelors), but wait ‘till you hear about their water bending ! nifty, huh ? especially ‘cause i heard they’re the house pulgasari’s new yang member ! they’re pretty soft spoken on nullivi, but you should watch out for their competitiveness just in case ! anyway — if you wanna check them out, i heard they’re staying at the blue hall. oops ! you didn’t hear that one from me !  ༊*·˚ ( sen, 24, description of self harm/eating disorders)

⊹˚. born n raised in busan, south korea ! han sujin is a silly little waterbender with a need to be liked at all cost. ⊹˚. and i mean it ! bro will spiral if one (1) person tells him they don't like him. ⊹˚. what do you mean you don't like me ? what did i do ? are you mad at me ? is it because i have a higher grade in that one class we have in common ?

⊹˚. naturally, he loves to swim. please, he's literally like a little fish in the water. it's canon that he sneaks inside the pool after hours (he got on the good side of a staff member and managed to snatch a double of the keys!) ⊹˚. it's also canon that he practices his water bending there. ⊹˚. oh ! speaking of ! his water bending style is very similar to the one from avatar the last airbender . . . meaning that he is heavily influences by martial arts, more specifically taekwondo, since he has been taking classes ever since he was a little kid !

⊹˚. he comes from a very supportive family: a father with the profession of fisherman, and the reason behind his anomaly ! after getting lost at sea and nearly dying, he was rescued by a little clan of water benders and was offered their utmost blessing. ⊹˚. a year later, little sujin is born with a handful of sand in his left hand and the rest is history (the history being: chaotic teenage years as he attempts to keep his anomaly under control ! )

⊹˚. because he was born with such promise, the need to be the best is engraved in his mind. he must be the best swimmer, the best fighter, the best student, and the best bender. no matter the cost.

⊹˚. such a mindset naturally gets him in a great deal of trouble: he skips meals often, pulls endless all nighters, and is a little too good at neglecting his overall mental health. but he's fine ! he's so fine ! he's totally fine, you got nothing to worry about !

⊹˚. he is a marine biology major ! he loves all things marine related, naturally, and would love to work with marine animals in the future. he also dabbles a little bit in engineering, and enjoys making silly little gadgets here and there in his free time.

⊹˚. he lives in blue hall: 3A and is roommate with a certain mermaid boy he may or may not be crushing on. but he doesn't have time for that, btw ! he's super busy with more important stuff such as ! well ! other things ! whatever, let's move on . . . !

⊹˚. he is house pulgasari's newest yang member, and he has a lot to show for ! you should totally reach out if you're curious about That. . .

i have a lot more that i want to add to his character, so please expect upcoming lore drop posts and plot calls on the dash !

[touchedbydestiny]

if beta can stop being so glitchy, i'd be very thankful

[zhenne]

watching from afar | route one : a confrontation

[ intro ]

syn. perhaps it’s time Sylus gives you irrefutable proof of his intentions, and to show you he’s more dependable than that doctor friend of yours thinks.

wc. 3.5k

warnings. smut!! (mdni), i’m gonna just say dubcon bc yea, probably ooc, rough start (i don’t like it tbh), jealousy!, mentions of alcohol, car sex, pet names (sweetie, sweetheart, kitten, baby), cowgirl, clothed sex, bit of dry humping, fingering, making out, sylus comes on your stomach/thighs, he’s a lil nasty (as a treat), teensy bit of begging, face & throat holding (no choking), marking

a/n. ngl i feel like this is pretty rushed, but idk man

now playing : all mine

“I’ll be back soon, have fun.” 

With one final measuring glance at the doctor, Sylus left you in Zayne’s care.

Zayne was a pleasant companion for the remainder of the evening. His dry humor and effortless wit kept your voice breathless with hushed fits of laughter. You were nursing your fourth drink of the evening when you notice Zayne’s relaxed posture shift as an undeniable presence calmly stepped behind you.

Cheerful, and a little tipsy, you turn on your barstool to face Sylus. With warm, rosy cheeks, you beam up at him, ready to explain the comical story Zayne had just finished, “Oh! Sylus, Sylus- you won’t believe-”

“I’m sorry to interrupt your fun, but we’re leaving, Sweetheart.” His firm tone cuts you off. 

You sit up a little bit straighter, brows pinched together, “Did the meeting not go well?”

Sylus’ eyes narrow, looking right past you as they land on the man sat a little too close to you for his liking. Crimson irises flick back to you, studying your slightly flushed appearance. “We can talk in the car.”

Immediately, you knew what that decisive, low utterance dispatched. He was pissed. Seething.

Sliding off your chair, you turn to give Zayne a small bow, smiling as you thank him, “Your company was refreshing, thank you for treating me with your presence.”

—-

The walk to the car was painfully silent. Any tipsy glee you had earlier was gone, replaced by a sobering disquiet. You kept your hands clasped tightly in front of you as you followed just behind Sylus’ striding gait, your own heeled feet barely able to keep up. Your lips were pressed into a thin line. Sylus’ aura radiated quiet fury and your mind careened with thoughts of what must’ve happened during his meeting. 

Did the other man not show up? Maybe he sent a representative Sylus had a previous resentment with? Or did the deal fall through, perhaps? Is it likely that the terms didn’t go in Sylus’ favor-

You’re pulled from your thoughts by your face colliding with a solid wall of muscle. You swallow. The black suit jacket on Sylus’ back obscures your vision, the musk of his cologne invading your senses. He turns to face you, angling his head so that it tilted in a manner that could only be described as penetrative. You wait for him to say something, anything that could hint at the cause of his calloused mood. You get nothing of the sort as he opens the passenger door for you.

To your surprise, he doesn’t slam it after you climb into the seat. If anything, he’s unnervingly silent. There’s something controlled, measured about this anger. And that finding only serves to confound you even more.

You wait until the car is speeding down the freeway to try your luck again. “Wha-”

“Did you have fun?” For an innocent question to be asked in such a forbidding tone, a chill tickles your nape. 

Your fingers nervously pinch the material of your dress, rolling the silk between the pads of your fingertips. Was he upset you didn’t go to the meeting with him? “You know I’m more of a hindrance than a help in those sort of mee-”

“That’s not what I’m asking. Did you have fun with your friend?”

Oh. A piece of this intricate puzzle clicks into your brain. Oh. “You’re jealous.” You don’t even realize you whispered your discovery aloud. 

Sylus chuckles, though it’s void of his usual mirth. “And what was it you introduced me as?...” His eyes narrowed in thought as the car merged onto the road that would take you back to the lawless city of perpetual darkness. “Your colleague, wasn’t it?” You don’t miss the way his jaw clenches. 

There’s a beat of silence, and then, in a moment of brazen stupidity, you mutter, “Is there a problem with my terminology?” Your own challenge, albeit your voice came out far too hesitant to be properly deemed a threat.

The way he looks at you, every ounce of his stare cold and measured, reminded you of your first meeting – reminded you that there was more than one side to the enigma that is the leader of Onychinus. Instantly, you feel regret weighing heavy on your tongue. You want to backpedal, try again at defending yourself.

You don’t get the chance to scramble together some poor excuse before he’s steering the car into the underground garage of a vacant lot. The transmission shifts into parked and the keys are pulled from the ignition as you and Sylus sit in the silent cab of the car, your eyes searching his side profile. The silence is stifling.

“Are you going to talk to me, or just sulk?” You finally murmur with a growing irritation. 

Sylus’ head falls back against the headrest. Finally, his gaze slides to you, the corners of his lips twitch with a frown, and you feel the edges of your frustration slowly ebb away. 

“What did you two discuss during my absence?”

“Hm? Nothing, really..” You hesitate. Sure, Zayne may have asked how you met the enigma that is Sylus, and you may have given a few glossed-over fabrications. And yeah, maybe your childhood friend revealed in passing that perhaps Sylus may not be the best influence, but that would constitute ‘nothing’, right? 

Sylus is nothing if not perceptive. He picks up on your hesitation clear as day. “What did he say?” His voice finds its usual timbre, a gravelly rumble that stirred something within you.

You were backed into a corner, tongue tied as Sylus’ situated his elbow atop the console, his face leaning into your space with acute attention. “Tell me, kitten,” … “Is this ‘Doctor Zayne’ of yours really just your doctor? Because I saw a hint of something that wanted to tell me otherwise.”

Your face warms at the insinuation in Sylus’ perceptive eyes, caught off guard by the sudden accusation. “I.. I mean, we grew up together, but- but it’s not- he wouldn’t-” you take a steadying breath, a futile attempt to quell your rapid heart rate. “Me and Zayne? I-It just doesn’t make any sense-”

“Oh no, I see it – the appeal,” he reaffirms, “he is handsome, well-established, smart.. And seems to care an awful lot..” he trails off, his smirk only growing as your brows pinch together at the open-ended insinuation. 

“But he never has time for you, does he? Dedication to one’s work means less attention to those that really matter.” You’re silent, face hot as you hold your breath, Sylus’ smirk only growing when he sees you ensnared in his provoking web. “You should call me when your ‘friend’ is too occupied to make time for you. I can at least promise not to leave such a pretty girl disappointed.” 

The air in the car feels stifling as you gape up at Sylus, his eyes now shining with a dark gleam. His hand slips into your space, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek before his palm cradles your jaw, forcing you to hold his gaze as he angles his face a breath away from yours. 

Finally, you manage to choke out a whispered retort. “Zayne.. Zayne doesn’t see me like that. He’s just a friend-”

“Just a friend?” He rolls his eyes at your empty logic. “Oh, please.” He practically hums. “He’s so obvious. You’re telling me you didn’t see the way he admired you tonight? Didn’t notice how his eyes practically undressed you, how his hands twitched with the desire to lay claim?” His voice drops an octave, the low rumble of his chest purely seductive as he murmurs, “How he wishes it was his bedroom floor your dress falls to?” You watch with a pulsing heart as Sylus’ eyes flit to your slightly parted lips, the corners of his mouth twitching into a proud smirk at your undoubtedly flustered expression. “I also saw the way those same eyes glared at me, resenting me for taking the one thing he wanted most.”

There’s a self-imposed reticence. You’re frozen in your seat.

“Nothing to say?” He blinks down at you when you fail to form a coherent thought, the cockiness in his tone only making you dizzier. “Perhaps you wanted that too?”

At that, you’re able to manage a weak shake of your head, and it only makes Sylus’ wicked grin grow. “Tell me this at least, are we really just ‘colleagues’ in your eyes?”

You lick your lips, head spinning when you finally let out a shaky breath. “I-.. We…” You feel as though surges of energy are rippling beneath your skin, setting your nerves alight and subsequently frying any semblance of intelligible logic. 

A calloused thumb trails down your jaw before gently grasping your chin, forcing your face up so your lips just barely brushed against his as he whispers, “Just know, regardless of what you say, I’ll still fuck you.” 

Swelling heat thrummed through your veins, catching in your breath and erupting in your stomach. Your thighs squeeze together with a rush of embarrassment as you feel a slick pool of heat stain the thin material of your panties, no doubt soaking through to the seat below. 

Zayne’s words from earlier ring in your deluded mind as Sylus slips a warm hand atop your thigh. ‘Please, be careful with who you trust’, the doctor had muttered in his stoic voice, ‘I wouldn’t want someone corrupting Linkon’s favorite Hunter’. 

You can already picture Zayne’s disappointment, but Sylus tastes like expensive whiskey and tobacco.

It’s possessive, the way Sylus kisses you, like he was afraid you’d slip away should his hands leave you. You shift in your seat as his tongue prods at the seam of your lips. A breathy groan has your cunt fluttering around nothing as he licks his tongue into your mouth, the hand on your jaw cupping your cheek to hold you still. Neither of you shy away as it grows messier, needier. And it’s unbearably hot, the way he grips your thigh, pushing the skirt of your dress up to bunch around your hips. He doesn’t pause the assault on your lips as his fingers tentatively brush over your soaked panties, the thin material made sheer as it clings to your folds. 

Sylus breaks the kiss, chest softly heaving as he looks down at you, his eyes glazed with raw desire. He lets out a low growl, accompanied by the slick click of his fingertip teasing your arousal. "God, Sweetheart..." He murmurs, his voice thick with lust.

Without warning, he’s pulling you over the console, your knees bracketing his hips. His hands roam over your body, tracing the curves of your breast and the dip of your waist before settling on your thighs, spreading them apart to grant himself full access to your cunt.

"Let's see how responsive you are to a real man's touch." He teases, grinding his cock into your slick folds through his slacks. 

Your hand grips his shoulder, desperate for something to stabilize you as the rough material of his pants brush agonizingly perfect against your throbbing clit. “F-Fuck..” you whimper as your other hand gathers your dress, giving both you and Sylus unobstructed view of the lewd performance. It felt sinfully good, as pathetic as it might sound, to be dry humping your (so-called) friend in his car like a couple of horny teenagers. 

This position offered you a front row seat to the debauched expression coloring Sylus’ usually smug face, a sight that only served to fuel your growing desire. He must've felt your peering eyes on him, because not even a moment later, a hand holds your throat, pulling you down for another hungry kiss. This one had no preamble, only a primal mesh of heat and tongue. You whine when he pulls away in favor of trailing searing kisses down the side of your neck, teeth occasionally nipping at the skin before he sucks a mark in the junction of your shoulder. 

You grind your hips downard, circling the hardening bulge in his pants with a breathy gasp, your hand tracing down the muscled panes of his stomach. Eyes roll back into your head when Sylus bucks up into your heat with a chuckle. He parts from your neck, his lips shining with spit as he takes in your disheveled appearance. 

“Would you rather it be your doctor friend making you feel like this?” 

A challenge? A jealous provocation? You aren’t quite sure what fuels it, but you’re unabashed as you whimper, “No.. No.”

Sylus wets his lips, the palm on your throat now holding your face millimeters from his, “Who do you want to fuck you? Whose cock do you want to stretch out your little cunt right now?”

You can barely look at him straight with the way those filthy words slipped so effortlessly from his mouth. “Y-You..” you choke out. “Want your cock, Sy..”

Your eyes blink shut, missing the smug grin that graced Sylus’ reddening features. You're about to drag your hips along the seam of his slacks again when a firm hold on your hips halts you halfway. You’re panting, watching with a lidded gaze as he pulls his cock, red and leaking from his pants. Your mouth nearly waters at the sight of the vein running down the twitching length. 

Your hand begins to reach out, but a larger one gently smacks it away. You find his crimson eyes, your pulse echoing loudly in your ears as the hands on your hips angle you slightly. Your shoulder blades rest against the top of the steering wheel, your back arched, and hands gripping whatever purchase they could find as you finally felt the heat of his dick brush against you.

He barely lifts a finger before a thin wisp of red and inky mist swirl at his touch, shredding through your panties without so much as a sound. You glance down just in time to witness as the ruined garment falls from your body, a mess of your arousal clinging to the maroon material as a string of iridescent slick stretched and snapped. 

It was pornographic, the way Sylus groaned at the sight. “I haven’t even touched you yet..” Your eyes glaze over as two fingers tease your dripping slit, the wet clicking sounds only fueling his exploration. “Fuck..” a husky moaned followed as he slipped the two fingers into your warm, welcoming heat. “F-uck… darling,” he experimentally strokes his fingertips, quickly brushing against the spot that has you panting his name with choked breaths. “Ah..” he breathes out, “There it is..”

His fingertips continue to stroke with a rhythmic press of his palm against your clit. You felt so hot, so unbearably turned on it was starting to hurt. “Please- oh please, Sy- Sylus, please, oh fuck-” you felt like your chest was on fire, burning you from the inside out. 

“Come on my fingers,” he growls against your lips, nose brushing against yours, “show me you pretty you look, let me see how badly you want my cock.” Finally, he brings his thumb to stroke tight circles against your clit.

Your body tenses, muscles taut as your nails threaten to leave crescent scars along his arm. Your head falls back with a wanton moan, thighs trembling as you coat his hand and lap with a pool of your release. You feel dazed, your body still humming with the aftershocks of euphoria he so easily led you to. 

Sylus was far from done with you yet. His leaking red cock stood hard and ready, hot against the wet skin of your thigh. He pulls you in by the column of your throat, planting a languid kiss to your lips, his pace slow and intent on enjoying the feeling of you pliant to his touch. “I’m going to ruin you.”

You barely hear it, let alone hardly make out his muttered promise. It doesn’t click until he breathes out against your swollen lips, his eyes piercing straight through you, “I’m going to show them you already have a lover.” 

Your lashes flutter as his grip tightens, sliding the leaking head of his cock through your dripping folds, just barely teasing your entrance as you whine his name, your own hips stuttering in his hold. Only when he finally – finally – has his fill of teasing you, of seeing you whimpering and clawing at his shoulder with quiet pleas of ‘more, please Sy, fuck me’, does he actually start fucking you like you’ve been craving.

“Fuck.. so fuckin’ tight, baby..” he groans as his thick dick slowly breaches you, the blunt head just barely making it through your tight ring of muscle before you’re keening with a loud, obscene whine. “Relax, kitten,” he drawls out, though he isn’t faring much better. 

You’re little cunt is sucking him in like a vice, and it takes every sliver of self control not to fuck up into your tight heat. His jaw ticks as he peers up at you perched on his lap, quivering and moaning from just the tip of his cock. 

Sylus leans up slightly, catching the breathy gasp that slips from you at the minor shift in angle. Warm lips spur more harmonies to spill from you as he kisses any section of skin he could see. The corner of your mouth, your cheek, jaw, neck and shoulder would all be littered with balmy breaths as he leaves marks sure to linger for days. You feel yourself relax into his hold, eyes threatening to fall shut as he haltingly bottoms out.

Fully sheathed inside your pulsing cunt, you both groan as you search for his lips, mutually swallowing the sounds of unadulterated pleasure when a strong pair of hands gently lift your hips a fraction, testing the waters before they drop you back down, your hips flush with his naval. You’re giddy with bliss, whimpering as your puffy clit drags along his happy trail in a way that has stars bursting in your vision.

“Shit-” you whine, feeling the curve of his cock press deeper into you with each thrust. Your head falls back, nearly resting atop the steering wheel, but Sylus is intent on watching you fall apart. His hand holds your jaw, thumb and finger squishing your cheeks slightly as your glazed eyes meet his, something primal and hungry swirling deep within the crimson depths. 

“Eyes on me, baby.”

You’re close. And you can tell he is too with the way his breathing is growing erratic, his neck flushing a pretty pink to match the tips of his ears. Your eyes flutter, a heavy fever settling in your stomach. The squelching noises become louder, more erotic the hotter this fever becomes, surely soaking into the seat below his lap. Your kiss bitten lips gape in an attempt to warn of your approaching climax, but you can scarcely hold back the choked moans as Sylus shushes you, his grip pulling you closer to his face as he grinds his hips into yours.

You come with a hoarse whine, your hands and thighs trembling as he continues to drag your orgasmic haze out for a few more seconds before you feel him pull out, making quick work with his hand as his cock paints your cunt and thighs a pretty sheen of white. 

You stare down at the mess, a filthy mixture of your own release and his lazily dripping down your skin. He lifts his hips slightly, tucking himself back into his slacks before his hands smooth down the bunched skirt of your dress. Panting softly, you try to steady yourself with a hand on his shoulder. You’re about to climb off his lap to crawl out of the car, but he tsks, holding you still with a hand on your waist. 

Your questioning protest stops short once you see Sylus examining your dress with a scrutinizing frown. His free hand holds up a stretch of the garment, and you can make out the faint blotches of stains darkening the material. He studies the blemished spot with an appraising hum.

“Perhaps I should have you wear this at the next event… That should satiate your friend’s interest, no?”

You swat a hand at his chest, blushing and indignant at the teasing lilt in his voice. If you knew anything about Sylus, his mirth always held some fraction of truth, and the mere thought of wearing a dress sullied with come made your skin crawl.

“You’re disgusting!-”

Sylus catches your wrist before your balled fist could make contact with his chest again, a gleam in his eyes that exudes pure satisfaction. “And you’re mine for the rest of the evening… any objections?”

[messenger-of-babel]

Always Late

Summary: Batman was late when you needed him the most, but he refused to let it happen again. (Batfamily x sibling!reader)

Word Count: 4.5K (This was supposed to be a quick fic 💀)

Notes: BIG AUTHOR NOTE INCOMING Before anyone comes for me- I know this was supposed to be a day for Chris. I'm just feeling a touch sick but still want to get a fic out, and I'm currently not able to churn out and go through his, so I'll write some Chris later! Instead I wanted something else, consider it a change up to shake some life back into the theme. I also rambled hella long on this one, so strap in, it's long and the plot got lost in the maze of my mind. I had to shuffle things around and it just kept growing and growing, oh my god so I hope it makes sense to everyone still. Clark caemo, some (very??) OOC villain work cause I forgot some of my original plot and villains so begging on my knees for forgiveness fr. GRAPHIC VIOLENCE/ TORTURE DESCRPTION FOR SOME AREAS. I should have made this two parts but I messed up and made just one massive fic. Was supposed to be batfam x reader but it started feeling more like bruce x reader hahaha. RIP my sleep schedule please reap the benefits of my labour. 😭

Again I was originally here to be a resi blog but I can't help writing for DC after a day of reading comics. On that topic I actually finished collecting Tom Taylor's run at #118, my store held #119 for me so I get to read that as a reward after the hell that will be my Monday.

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When you were taken, it caused a widespread panic among Gotham.

Tabloids across the city wrote about the latest missing person, this time none other than the latest member of billionaire Bruce Wayne's family. The Gotham Gazette had been running articles about you for months already, including the scandal that had come with it. Your dirty laundry and past had been aired for the entire city to read and speculate upon. Whether Bruce had just adopted you out of pity, sympathising with the way that you had lost your parents the same way he had. Gossip about it could all be a ploy for him to expand his influence in Gotham, after the riches and estate that your family had left you behind in their untimely death. The city was thrown into chaos from the death of your parents, both of them from founding Gotham families and well-established lawyers. It was shaken more once the Wayne had taken you into his household, and now it was all but alight as you vanished.

Fingers pointed in every which way, your disappearance marking the fourth among affluent families in Gotham. Accusations had even been hurled at Bruce, claiming that he had killed you in order to gain your assets and the other missing people were to establish an alibi. After all, Bruce Wayne had no alibi for the night that you went missing.

But he had an alibi.

Bruce reflected upon that fact for three days already, while he tore his hair out trying to find you. He had been out in the city, patrolling as usual. The disappearances were the latest case, and he was determined to stop them before they continued. He had been so involved in the case, standing so close to the evidence that he didn't even consider the option that he himself would be affected, or consider the perpetrator might targe the Waynes. he hadn't expected to get a call from Alfred a little past midnight, the butler wheezing painfully into the receiver.

Blood freezing in his veins he had come home to an empty house, windows on the third story smashed in. Alfred was slumped by the phone, its sleek body hanging off the hook. Bruce had pulled the cowl off without a second thought, cradling the older man's head in his lap with shaky hands. He had relaxed slightly when there was a steady pulse under his fingers, and the tension eased further when the older man had opened his eyes.

"Alfred," Bruce had sighed out, moving the old man from his lap to against the wall, hand keeping him upright. "Are you okay-"

"They took them." came the old man's mumbled reply, and for a second Bruce's jaw just hung there.

"What do you mean?" he asked, heart thudding painfully against his ribs, panic rising once more.

"They came through the window, cut the lights. I pretended to be unconscious to use the phone line, but they came back. Cut it shortly after I rang you." the older man said, looking up with remorseful eyes. "I'm so, so sorry, Mr. Wayne." he said forlornly. "I couldn't stop them."

Bruce looked down; jaw tensed. "It wasn't your fault." he said firmly, trying to quell the despair radiating off the old man.

"They took them kicking and screaming. I could hear them the entire time, but I couldn't do anything I-"

"Alfred." Bruce said sternly. "Alfred it's okay. Let me handle it, you go make some tea." he said, helping the old man stand up.

"Tea, yes, yes that's right..." the butler murmured to himself, hand to his head. "It's been a while since you asked me for tea, sir."

"It's not for me." Bruce said, pulling the cowl back on. "It's for you. make yourself some tea and we'll patch you up. Take it easy tonight, wait for the shock to wear off."

Alfred looks at him, hesitating, but eventually nods. "We, sir?"

Bruce hums, fists at his side. "Yes. This case has escalated. It's time to request help."

He keeps his voice level as he walks away, but Alfred notes the way that he turns the corner, and the anger put into his stride.

When he gets to the cave he wastes no time, calling in everyone he can think of. His chest feels tight, breath short as his vision swims. Every signal he can send he does, the blurring in his eyes seeping into his mind too. He cradles his head in his hands, trying to calm it but to no avail. It's only when the ringing of the Batcomputer cuts through the fog that he is able to look up, shaking fingers hitting the accept call button.

"Batman?" comes the crackly voice of Nightwing, and the fog begins to clear slightly.

"Nightwing." he says back gruffly, voice hoarse.

"About time, you were making people pretty worried, you know." Dick chides, and there's the sound of yapping in the background. "What's the brief? What's happened?"

"Kidnapping." he says, voice thick. "Broke into the manor. Alfred is likely to be concussed, but it shouldn't be too serious. He's making tea, Robin is out on the other side of the city tonight. Red Robin is with you, isn't he?"

There's more shuffling on the other end before Dick responds. "Yeah, he's been helping in Bludhaven, he came last night."

"Bring him. Bring Oracle too. Everyone...come home." he murmurs, hands shaking as he tries to think clearly.

"Bruce, is everything okay with you?" Dick comes in, concern evident.

"Fine. I need people back immediately. Why?" he huffs back, rubbing the spots from his eyes with his fingers.

"Because we've all been trying to call you for the last few minutes. This is the first time you've picked up."

Bruce takes a deep breath, exhaling softly. He hadn’t realised how badly he had spaced out. "It's an emergency. They...they’re gone. They need to come home."

"The new kid?" Dick breathes. "Wait, you mean-"

Bruce nods even though he knows his eldest cannot see him. "Gone. Now come back and come back tonight." he ends the call before Dick can say anything else, and his tired eyes scan the monitor filled with a string of outgoing distress calls and an equally large number of missed ones. In his haze he had pressed every com line he had. He had pinged Jason, he had pinged Dick. Hell, he had even pinged the League and Clark, who hadn't even bothered to call for clarity, his response status just reading, 'On my way'.

He held his head in his hands, breaths laboured.

Bruce had held his own reservations when adopting you. He knew about the media uprising that it would cause, the rumours that were sure to fly. He had known what kind of mental state that would put you in, how it would angle you in a whole new world of cameras, but he couldn't help himself. He had seen you while in the suit, and maybe he had taken you in to make himself feel better. For not catching the person who had killed your parents, arriving too late. He had been training for this his entire life, it was his entire mission in Gotham, yet he couldn't stop the very crimes that had put him on this path.

If he had been faster maybe he could have saved your parents, disarming the man with the knife before it plunged into the chest of your father. Maybe he could have arrived faster so that he could have caught the offender that robbed your mother before giving her the same treatment and fleeing into the night. Instead, he was only there fast enough for him to hear you scream as your parents collapsed to the floor. He was there as you cried and shook them and tried to stop the blood spilling through your fingers, but you were unsure where to start. After all, how can someone make a decision between stopping the flow seeping from their father’s chest and the one from their mother’s throat?

He had been there to pull you away, was there to catch the last dying light of your father as he stroked your cheek before making eye contact with Bruce. "Look after my kid." he had whispered, something Bruce had nearly missed under all your screaming. Bruce pulled you away while he called for the GCPD, and from one father to another, he made sure to keep that promise.

Your relationship had been rough, clearly distraught at the way you lost your parents. You were older than he was when the same had happened, but you were still young. You had clung to Bruce the day he said he was going to take you in, and he had managed to soothe you with a soft hand up and down your back. Yet as the tabloids got worse and the gossip began to grow, you began pulling away from him and seeking the comfort of your room instead. He had done his best to protect you from the media, paying money to have articles removed and when that didn't work, he threatened to sue. It made the Gazette pull their head in a bit, but it still failed to be enough. Evidently, as there was now an empty bedroom on the third floor of the east wing.

All he could do was sigh and blink away the images of the children he had hurt, in the name of Robin or otherwise. He had to rub away the death of Jason that he reflected on in sombre moments when he thought no one was looking. He had gotten you into this mess, attached you with his name and all of its subsequent burdens. So, it was his duty to get you back and get you back safe.

Yet three days later, he had nothing.

The cave had been a buzz of activity for all three days, and Bruce, no, Batman, was acting close to a slave driver. Tim and Barbara hadn't left the caves computers in days, Damian and Steph constantly scouring the rooftops. Dick was concerned, hell, everyone was. Even the gruff Jason had been called in, and reluctantly he had answered.

"You find anything?" Dick asked, leaning against the wall with his younger brother. Jason was still suited up, coming back from the patrol around Bristol area. He removes the mask and shakes his hair free, sighing.

"Nothing. Areas come up empty. No sign of 'em."

Dick sighs, running a hand through his hair. "God, there's nothing on my end either. The Docks and all Southside of Gotham are clean, no traces. Any signs pointing to who it could be?"

Jason shrugs, helmet tucked under his arm. "No idea, as it stands, the kid's just gone missing. If Bruce isn't able to scrounge up a lead, I doubt I will. Not my forte. He should give Tim a break and send him out."

"Yeah, like he'll do that. He's got him tied to cave duty." Dick scoffs back. He feels bad, talking like your kidnapping was a causal affair. He didn't treat it like one, his heart stuttering when Bruce had called him in a haze and all shaken. It didn't a genius to see how attached Bruce had gotten to you in such a short amount of time, but sometimes Dick worried that Bruce was projecting his own trauma onto you. But still you were his younger sibling, a part of the family now. He had met you with a warm smile and a gentle hand the day that you moved in, coming in from Bludhaven to make the house a bit more lively while you got settled in. God, he knew what it was like moving in alone into that empty house, with only Bruce and Alfred to warm the halls. He had eaten dinner with you, took you out for walks in the garden when your grief allowed you move more than a few paces. He did his absolute best, and he knew that with time he could be a big brother to you.

Yet you hadn't been given the time, snatched away before Christmas even hit. He doubted you knew that Bruce was the Batman, or that the rest of the family had an interesting array of night lives.

Jason was the same in the way that he hadn't interacted with you much.

Honestly, he was awkward with kids, since the last kid of Bruce's he had met was the devil spawn who spat at him like an angry cat every chance he got. You were thankfully much older and easier to understand, but that still didn’t mean smooth sailing. Jason hated even coming back to the manor, and he and Bruce had been having one of their ongoing fights during the time he took you in, meaning he missed seeing you often. Yet he still talked to Dick (more so that Dick called him to make sure that he was okay) and the older man had seen you plenty. He felt like he knew you from Dick alone, but he wasn't oblivious to your story printed in the newspapers shoved under his apartment door. He pitied you, understood the grief that you must have been going through at the sudden violence that tossed your little world upside down. Sure, you had gone from luxury to luxury, but Gotham was unkind to everyone. it was the same violence that Jason strode to clean off the street, and his heart ached deep down that someone like you had managed to get caught in its claws.

"Do you think it could be the clown?" Dick asks quietly. "He'd do something as ballsy as this."

Jason tenses, thinking for a moment before shaking his head. "Not likely. That bastard likes to make a spectacle of things. No doubt he would have contacted the Bat the second he took the first victim or aired it like some twisted game show. It's not like him to lay quiet."

"So, it's someone else. It's unnatural for Gotham's villains to do something in the dark like this. I mean, it's been three days since they were abducted, and they're the fourth kidnap victim. There hasn't been a ransom note, a demand, a body. Not a peep for any of the captives. It's unnatural."

Jason hums in agreement, but they both jump as Bruce storms through grandfather clock entrance.

Everyone present turns, watching how Clark trails after him. Five sets of eyes watch the livid way the Bat cuts a path through the cave and gets into the batmobile, breaths too anxious to be released. Without a word the car screams out of the cave, and they all turn to Clark. Barbara casts a glance to Tim and then to Dick, who just shrugs, worry deepening on his face.

"What the hell's going on?" Jason growls, pushing off from the wall. Clark turns to face him, dressed in his Superman suit.

"We’ve found them." Clark says, face grim, and Dick shares a look with Jason. However, when Dick meets the eyes of Superman, he can see the flicker of worry in the Kryptonian. "Well let's get going then. Why did he leave alone?" Dick asked, slipping the domino mask back onto his face. Clark opens his mouth to speak but is cut off as Damian steps out behind his broad figure.

"Because it's the League." the younger boy says, green eyes boring in Dick's. "It's grandfather."

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Bruce drove like his life depended on it, which wasn't fair when it was yours on the line instead. He could see the dots on his monitor indicating that the others were following him, and he had assumed that Clark had proceeded to fill them in. He had asked his old friend to look after the city while he sped towards the outskirts, just in case the League decided to do something while he had his guard on the city lowered. His com crackled to life, radio filling the otherwise silent car.

"Oi." snapped the voice of Red Hood, modulated and grainy. "Don't leave without telling us what's going on. Aren't you the one always spewing that 'feel-no-emotion' bullshit? To not let it cloud your judgement? Cause from the way I see it, you're acting kinda hazy."

"I trusted Clark would fill you in." he says back, voice tense. Red Hood scoffs.

"Yeah, and he did. You called us. You tell us what the hell you want us to help with, otherwise don't bother calling at all. Don't drag us out, get us invested then not let us help when it comes to it. What was your plan, beat the shit out of Ras and taken them back by yourself?"

Bruce falls silent, and there's a slight huff from Jason on the other end.

"Honestly? not the worst plan you've had, and I respect the enthusiasm, but you still should have looped us in. I want to get a hit in too."

Bruce turns his head to the direction of the radio, snapped from his concentration on the road momentarily and it's like Jason can feel his confusion through the commlink.

"Don't give me that silence." he groans. "They're family, aren't they? I'm not opposed to a younger sibling, you know." he huffs irritably. "But do me a favour and control Nightwing, hey? He's looking as coiled as you. You might have to fight him for the first hit."

Bruce doesn’t say anything before the comm cuts off, leaving him in the silence once more and eyes going straight back onto the red dot mapped onto his GPS. You.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

When you awoke the first time, you couldn’t feel anything. Your hands were tied to your ankles behind you, black cloth wrapped around your eyes. what you did know was that you were lying somewhere concrete, face pressed into the dusty cement. You knew that on the day that you woke and they had brough you were, that there were other people thrown in the same cell as you. You also knew that those other people were dead.

You had heard them scream, heard the way that they begged for their lives when they were dragged from the pen you were in. One a day, until you were left alone with no one to talk to. They had all been kidnapped like you, affluent people that you recognised the names and voices of. You had heard some of them at events you parents had hosted and attended, and when you traded names, they had remembered you immediately. You weren't dumb, you knew that you had all been taken here because you were rich. That was the only thing that you had in common with the heiresses and finance brokers that had shared the cells with you, huddled up against the cool metal.

Now the only thing left was you and the stickiness that crept under the bars of your cage, grateful that the blindfold was on so you didn't have to see what it was. At first you thought that you were alone, that your captors had left, but you knew better. You could sense them all around you, quiet and watching. They were like an uncomfortable prickling on your neck, the ghost of fingertips across your skin. Yet the hours and minutes had bled into days, and now you didn’t care if they were there or not.

You knew that they wanted to kill you. They had killed the rest. You had been given small amounts of food and water the first day or two, but today there had been none. Your mouth was dry as you lay on your side, lips cracking with the desire to drink. Your throat felt like sandpaper when you swallowed, and the silence that you were met with when you called out only made your panic and helplessness rise. You had lost the ability to cry, body sluggish. It felt like everything was shutting down, the pain in your stomach unbearable and tongue heavy in your mouth. As the heat crept in and pulled sweat from your unwilling skin, you began wishing that they would kill you.

You supposed that your wish was answered when the creak of your cell signalled one of your silent observers had come for you, and the tug on the ropes binding your limbs together made you lurch forward. You kept your face pressed down, too weak to struggle against them as they dragged you out and gripped your hair, making you shift onto your knees at an awkward angle. For the first time in days, you heard someone speak.

" So, this is Bruce's new...child." Your captor hummed. You could hear the way that their boots scuffed as they walked, coming to stand in front of you. You could faintly feel the swish of fabric, long and tickling the floor. "I wonder if he was planning to hand the title of Robin over so soon.”

Your eyebrows furrow, but your barely functioning brain fails to process what he's saying.

"Are you aware of your family's lineage?" comes the voice from above you, commanding and deep with a hint of something malicious in the undertone, like a coiled snake waiting to strike. “Your real family, the ones who claimed to practice a just and fair law. Not Wayne.”

 You manage to shake your head weakly, grimacing as the image of your parents covered in blood flickered into your mind.

The voice above you tuts. "The sins of the father shall be bestowed upon the son," he recites softly. "And you are to pay the penance. Gotham will be purged, and the bloodlines of the corrupt shall be the first to burn, aware of their sins or not."

You don't even get a chance to ask what he's saying, the words sounding like biblical rambling. A scream is ripped through your throat instead as a sharp hot pain erupts through your shoulder, the sound of your own skin bubbling making you sick. You wail, body aching to thrash but the fatigue and weakness preventing you from doing such. The hands on your shoulders hold you still as the sensation is repeated across your body, stray tears leaking from your eyes despite your dehydrated state. It's only when you feel like you’re about to cross over, embrace the light spilling behind your eyes that you realise that the hands have left your body and that you're lying face down, discarded on the concrete floor.

You can feel the ache all over your body, a stinging and writhing pain that makes your whimper involuntarily. You can now make out that there is sound around you, echoing off the empty walls and causing your head to throb after days of silence.

For Bruce however, the world was silent despite being in the thick of the fight. They had pulled up the abandoned building on the edge of Gotham and Bludhaven, thankfully located by Clark and his x-ray vision after days of searching. He had stormed into the building with Dick, Jason, and Tim on his heels, his hands filled with a shake only the trained eye could determine as rage. The world had dripped into the pulsing cadence of his heartbeat as soon as he saw you, kneeling at Ra’s feet and being held by league assassins. He had hardly any time to process the way that you curled up and into yourself when you were dropped so carelessly, head thudding lifelessly against the floor. Forlorn, he eyed the way your body was covered with cuts and stabs, burns from the red-hot sword still held in the hands of a soldier. He hadn't known when the league had decided to dabble in torture, but Bruce felt like joining that night.

Jason and Tim were dealing with the assassins, the younger male finally freed from desk duty. He didn't know you as well as he would have liked considering that you lived under the same roof as him, but you had been warming up. He had really hoped that you could get along, but now he feared that this was going to push your back into the shell you had just started to crack, and that frustration was evident in the whistling of his bow staff as it cut through the air.

Dick had gone after Ra’s immediately while Batman raced for you, Dicks escrima sticks going for the head. Dick was fast and agile, muscles more tensed than usual as he sent well placed blow after blow. Yet Bruce wasn’t an idiot, he knew the limits of him and his team, and he knew the limits of Ra’s. That's why in what limited time that Dick bought for him he dropped to your side, slicing through your bonds with a batarang and letting your arms and legs fall free from their cramped position behind you. You groan lightly as he cradles you to his chest, weakly crying out as he justles the many wounds. He loosens the blindfold from your eyes, and your blink up at him a few seconds later, squinting against the light.

Your skin is sticky with blood both your own and not, flecked across the apple of your cheeks. He eyes the burns, the warped and rippled skin that blistered angrily and would surely get infected if not treated soon. He observes the many cages set up in the corner, the one he presumes was yours wide open and empty. He feels sick seeing the dead bodies in the other ones, imagining that it could have been you in there, dead like some caged animal for slaughter.

You make a weak whimper when he stands, and he has half a mind to join Nightwing in beating Ras so badly he'd need to use the pit again.

But he doesn’t.

He rises to his feet with you in his arms, and he calls for a retreat. You cry and moan as he hurries out, Jason and Tim covering your exit while Dick flips into the rafters and out of range of the Demon Head. He wants to fight; he wants to put them in their place for hurting his family. But the moment he had met your eyes again, it was like that day in the alleyway. You had seen him as Batman too that day, but as he laid you hurriedly in the back of the batmobile and patched Oracle in to prep the med bay, he knew that something was different from that night.

Because unlike the day you lost your parents, he had made it in time.

[ufuckingpastry]

Hi, it is 5am my time and I've got some words to say with not much filter.

Philza is not "antilore" and I'm getting really fucking sick of seeing that take. We had this bullshit in dsmp too, and I'm still seeing it in qsmp.

It is very clear to me that some people don't really get rp etiquette, and I understand that. I've been doing rp via text/forums for over a decade and that's something you either learn on the way or someone sets you straight as soon as they see it. I have this background, and I know what falls into rp or out of character (ooc).

Phil breaking the fourth wall and talking about the admins as the people they are and not just them being baby children eggs is not him being antilore. That's an ooc moment, and it's fine. Expected, even.

Phil not really interacting with the Federation arc until it affects him directly/when people are offering to bring him in deeper is not antilore. He wants to be a guy on vacation who hangs out with some kids he was forcibly made to adopt and fell in love with, so that's the character he plays.

Phil has been on the server for almost EVERY event, unless he's taking care of himself and taking a break. Man streamed DAILY for several WEEKS until past midnight because of the daily egg quests while Missa physically couldn't be there.

Phil was the first to tell people that the sky changes right before the code attacks, giving people a better warning sign for when they are in danger.

Phil has been rping his heart out. Just because his rp doesn't look like Bad's or Cellbit's or Maxo's or anyone else you consider to be Actual Roleplayers, doesn't fucking mean he's antilore.

You know what's antilore?

Spreen and DanTDM leaving the server with no intent on returning because they don't want to rp.

[sanjisblackasswife]

“He Doesn’t Care” Luffy x Black Fem Reader (NSFW)

Bad Summary: Luffy hates it when you don’t make noise.

CW: OOC!Luffy, Smut, Over Stimulation, Mentions of Safe Word(not used), Pussy Slapping, Mentions of Being Tied Up

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“No.” His voice gone rasp, pulling your hands away from your wet swollen lips. “Louder.”

How long has it been? 30 minutes? And hour? He still haven’t let up.

Your thighs burning and slipping against the rigges of his sides from the mixture of sweat, spit, and cum being exchanged from you both. His hot hands now gripping them to keep you steady. Your fingers went from clawing the sheets to clawing your legs since you couldn’t reach his back anymore. He needed to see your face once again.

He’s so selfish when he gets like this.

His mind wasn’t filled with anything but “one more, one more, one more”. You could swear you heard him muttering it each time he thrust inside you.

Your body was littered in hickies, your neck was bruised from his grip, and every breath you took was shaky. Your body was mush under him. You could barely see his sweaty pink face on his lightly tan skin under your tears. Vision blurred from how many times he has already filled you up. The room now filled with the embarrassing loud smacks of your hot wet body colliding with his. He was so loud, whining, panting, the way your name rolled of his tongue almost above an animalistic grunt.

“‘M ganna tie your arms up if you keep fucking covering that pretty mouth, Y/N…”

His words made your eyes pop open past your tears, you were met with his dark eyes, daring you to cover your mouth again, his face was tilted down, since he was perviously admiring his cock dragging in and out of your cunt sucking him back in and nearly clenching as a form of begging to be filled again. You knew all you had to say was one small word and he’d stop.

But you didn’t want that actually.

You didn’t want him to stop completely you just wanted him to stop making you want to be loud.

He knew the whole Sunny could hear the back and fourth clash of his bed hitting the wall. He knew the whole Sunny could hear Everytime he cum because he’d curse out almost as if he was frustrated.

And he was. You kept throwing your hands to your lips trying to conceal each moan from hitting his ears out of reflex almost forgetting what he just told you.

“Y/N..” He dragged your name out again in his croaky voice that had you melt from the sound alone, lips barely touching yours, if he licked his mouth he’d end up licking yours as well in the process, his sweat falling all over your damped face, his lower half still keeping the same messy pace as he grabbed you by your cheeks firmly and struggled to say, “Make some fucking noise for me.”

He smirked, huffing out his nose to see your worried eyes, he was tired of you constantly teasing him, he suddenly stopped all movements and rose up to heavily sigh,

“You wanna cum? I know you do I felt it.��

“Please..”

“Hm?”

“Please…let me cum..”

He did a low chuckle grabbing his cock to pull out of you and swirl on your slippery clit. You hissed at the new sensation, but you already missed him being in side you. You both were struggling to find a steady breath until he let go of his cock and pushed your thighs to your chest, cunt now in the stuffy air and to his disposal.

He spat on your slit holding both of your legs with one hand, a vein began to pop on his forearm as he used two fingers to swish back and fourth on your clit making you cry out.

“THERE WE GO! Good girl!” He cheered at your reaction, his smile grown wide again, “You just wanted me to play with your clit, huh?”

“Yes!”

“Nope.” He gave your pussy a light slap, you felt your juices spray on his hand making you flinch, “Louder.”

“YES, CAPTAIN !”

You felt yourself reaching your orgasm again and you didn’t hold back. You hollered out his name over and over again moving your body up and down to ride your high on his fingers. Luffy’s tip began to twitch hearing you sound so beautiful. To others however, it was pornographic.

“Fuck yes!” He thought out loud letting go of your ankles to pepper your face in kisses as you continued to moan. He was buried in your neck grinding his dick in your slit holding you close too excited to just slip back inside you and came from that alone. Both of your slutty sounds fill the room together before you both calm down with a sigh as he makes you hold him tightly to fall sound asleep with a smile on his face.

He knew you’d be mad as hell at him when you both wake up later and get weird and disgusted looks by everybody from everything they heard you both do, but that’s the thing about Luffy;

He doesn’t care.

[rmorde]

Trigun Manga Reaction

Starting off with Volume 1 - Chapter 1

I will always love Meryl's design. She is one of the most memorable female characters from my childhood. My most distinct image from Trigun 98 is Meryl showing off all her derringers from her coat. I love her and Milly a lot.

So, these two images make me giggle.

Ok. I have to do a double take here.

Is the Note: Staunch Pacifist here a "break the fourth wall" type of situation or an actual info people in the story know? Hmmm... from the animes, it doesn't seem to be common knowledge that Vash doesn't like to fight. People kinda shoot first and never ask later with him. I guess the many zeroes in his bounty just wipes off the "staunch pacifist" info from their minds or they think it's just a twisted joke to ignore.

AAAWWWW BABY!!!!

BABY NOOOO!!!!! He was just happily eating steaks!!! This is far more cruel than a ruined drink or hanging upside down!

Sigh... Really... Vash... Just really?! I guess Badlands!Vash isn't too OOC when he pulled this stunt then he's still weirdly horndoggy there ngl.

That's a nice nightmare face. Did Nightow ever make a serious horror?

Maybe I am just being weird here but this panel is really interesting because of the lack of details on this big guy threatening Vash. From his chest and below, with the exception of his hand holding the gun, there is nothing. He encompasses about three-quarters of this half page panel like a really big wall.

I guess the composition is supposed to show how he is trying to dwarf Vash. It doesn't work obviously since Vash looks so still and detailed in contrast to him. Idk. It's just how it comes across to me.

Pouty Baby.

Classic Vash.

Aah... The faces of people wondering how they shouldn't be alive anymore, but they still do because the scary Humanoid Typhoon decided to use a toy gun to shoot them in their faces twice.

Baby Girl. You should be in Sailor Moon.

Baby Gremlin Girl.

Clever Gremlin Baby Girl Vash The Stampede

Wait... FOUR?! FOUR PIZZAS?!!

Oh poor TriStamp Vash. He got hit by inflation hard. He can only get 2 pizzas with his one bullet!

Ok. So the Plants design from '98 are closer to the manga. TriStamp is new.

Oh my my my...

THE BADASS LADIES ARE HERE IN ALL THEIR GLORY!!!

Peak designs I swear. I mean. TriStamp Meryl's design is cute, but it is nothing compare to this beauty!

Remember this exchange from the '98 anime. Didn't really understand it until I got older and realized on hindsight what these assholes really meant. Ewww.

I wonder if, with how sensitive certain groups of people nowadays, these dirty lines will still get past the radar when localized or be changed altogether.

Oh... This is slightly different. Milly did understand what they meant and reacted to it unlike in '98 where she is just innocently confused.

This will always be iconic for me alongside Meryl's Derringers reveal. When I think of Trigun, these are two of the four images that come to my mind.

Oh... Oh... So, this stuff happens to Vash during the first chapter. I guess the animes are a bit more merciful that they have this happen after a few episodes at least.

Sigh... Whenever I have a bad day, I'll just think Vash has it worse. At least I get to fix my mistakes in peace and with help unlike him... Poor baby girl.

[niki-phoria]

Jealous Chishiya x Male Reader?👉🏻👈🏻

pairing: chishiya x male!reader (no pronouns used but reader wears swim trunks) genre: fluff word count: 1.4k

warnings: slightly ooc chishiya, canon typical violence, blood, haven't written a game in so long, i wrote the first part of this and didn't want to delete it so just skip to past the time skip to see jealous chishiya lol

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i posted something similar to this not that long ago but i tried to keep them different. i really like this idea. i hope you enjoy it :))

requests open !! read my rules first

a light breeze chills your exposed skin. you tug your jacket further over body as you follow chishiya up the steps of the toei sendagaya apartment building. he reaches out to grab a phone, quickly signing in as if it’s second nature before moving to stand near the wall of the building. 

you follow suit, shoving your phone into the pocket of your swim trunks as you stand beside him. chishiya pulls out his altered music player, silently handing you an earphone. you silently take it before taking the opportunity to look at the other players. there aren’t many of them yet - a nervous woman, a drunk man, and a fidgeting college student. the game shouldn’t be too difficult. 

you shove your hands further into your pockets - a habit you picked up from chishiya after months of spending nearly all of your time around him. time seems to move faster than ever as even more people walk up the steps. 

two men are the final players to enter, making the total count 16 people. one of them has bleached blonde hair. he’s wearing a dirty pair of jeans and a thin hawaiian shirt over a gray t-shirt. the other has shaggy black hair and wears a light blue jacket. 

they both step aside from the stairwell. a nervous man in a blue cap approaches them just after their phones ding with a confirmation of them signing in. “excuse me,” he fidgets with his fingers. “could you help me? i’m not sure what’s going on.” 

“oh, you have to play the games to-”

“what are you doing?” the brunette’s friend elbows his ribs. “we don’t know him.” they both shrink away from the man right before the game begins. 

“registration closed. game: tag. difficulty: five of spades. rules: players run away from the ‘tagger’ and try to find a safe room located somewhere in the building. game clear: players press the button in the safe zone. game over: players are killed by the tagger or fail to find the safe zone in time. players have two minutes before the game begins.”

it feels like sparks ignite against your skin when chishiya reaches over to grab your hand. you silently let him lead you along behind him into the elevator and up to the ninth floor. you lean against the railing beside him overlooking the building and the courtyard. “we should be able to see all of the other players from up here.” 

“at least it’s a nice view,” you mumble. 

the game begins slowly enough. only a few stray gunshots ring out in the otherwise peaceful silence of what used to be a bustling apartment building. 

soon, they begin to pick up. you nearly flinch when a woman lets out a shrill scream that’s swiftly cut off by a single bullet. chishiya reaches over to grab your hand when you do, gently squeezing it in his. despite the circumstances it’s a welcome comfort. 

time has always passed quicker when chishiya is with you - even in games when it feels like everything drags. you desperately try to ignore the continuous string of gunshots and the desperate pleas of the other players as they echo in the empty building. chishiya’s thumb strokes against your knuckles as the minutes continue on. 

eventually, he squeezes your hand. “that should be enough time,” he whispers. “come on.” 

you nod, following after him as he leads you to the fourth floor. the safe room looks exactly like the rest except for the bustling you can hear, even from the outside. chishiya gently pushes you out of the way as he slams the door shut before bracing himself against the wall. a new string of gunshots blows through the door - just barely missing you on the other side. 

“there’s two buttons!” a man yells from inside the room. 

“of course,” chishiya scoffs. “are you okay?” 

“i’m alive,” you sigh. “let’s just push the damn buttons.” 

he nods, slowly cracking the door open. a woman has hoisted herself up onto the edge, looking into the room. “here!” he yells before sliding the taser across the floor to her. she’s quick to grab it, pressing it against the tagger’s side. 

their body convulses as it falls to the floor. you grimace at the sight before following chishiya into the room. “the buttons!” the man gasps. he’s quick to launch his body at the button as the woman does the same. you let out a small sigh of relief when you look over at the timer. 00:01.

the tagger sits up from the floor - herr horse mask laying forgotten on the floor beside her. she looks over at the timer in horror before gasping, bringing her hands up to her face. she frantically pulls at the chunky collar around her neck to no avail before you shut your eyes, looking away to avoid seeing her death. 

blood coats the walls and the floor when you open them again. the man rushes out of the room as the woman jumps back down through the building along the balconies. you step closer, kneeling down beside chishiya. he pats her body down before opening the breast pocket. inside is a little slip of paper with a drawing on it: a circle with a mess of lines going through it and overlapping with each other. 

“what do you think it is?” you whisper. 

“i’m not sure,” he replies. “but i’m sure we’ll figure it out.” chishiya reaches over to grab your hand, squeezing it in his. despite all of your worries - you believe him.

chishiya watches from a distance as you laugh with kuina on a beach chair. arisu and usagi sit across from you, also doubled over in laughter - presumably from a joke you told. you’ve always had an ability to make people laugh. 

an uncomfortable, but familiar, feeling crawls into chishiya’s chest. it settles against his ribs, pressing down on his heart. all rationality is forgotten as he continues staring. seconds pass. then minutes. then, his feet are moving on their own - carrying him over to where you are. 

“y/n,” he says. you look up. a small smile spreads across your face when you notice it’s him. “i need your help with something.” 

“okay,” you murmur, turning back to your friends for a moment. “i’ll be right back.” kuina simply waves you off as you stand to follow chishiya back into the beach’s hotel. it’s not uncommon for him to seek you out of a crowd specifically. 

you close the door behind yourself as soon as you enter the familiar room chishiya had turned into a makeshift workshop. he walks over to the side of the room, leaning back against the table. his hands remain deep in his pockets - though he’s not sure if it’s the remnants of a habit or a poor attempt to hide his anxiousness. he sighs, finally forcing the words out. “do you like her?” 

you cock your head at him, furrowing your eyebrows. “who?” 

“kuina.” 

“like… romantically?” you chuckle a little, stepping forwards. chishiya remains silent, gaze fully focused on you. “no, i don’t like kuina. why? are you jealous?” he can feel his face warming just slightly at your question. teasing as it is, it was still enough to fluster him. instead of answering, he watches as you step even closer to him. he can nearly feel your breath as you reach up to stroke a hand against his face. “i like you, chishiya.” 

his breath nearly hitches in his throat. you lean even closer, just barely brushes your nose against his. your eyes flutter closed as chishiya takes the final step to pull you into a sweet kiss. 

it starts soft. your lips barely brush against each other for a few seconds until you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him even closer. chishiya’s hands rest against your hips as he smiles into it. you reciprocate immediately before pulling away with big smiles. 

“i like you too, y/n.” he whispers. 

“good,” you whisper, leaning up to press a final peck against his lips. “i’m tired. come on, let’s go to bed.” 

chishiya stifles a chuckle, letting you tug him along back to your room. “whatever you want, love.”

[k-dokja]

synopsis: gojo saw how you coped after all of that and decided he didn't like it.

timeline: fourth year? it's after gojo's past arc.

characters feature: gojo satoru.

relationship: friends. they care about each other and there's a tiny hint of romance, but both of their traumatized asses won't cross the line.

notes: ooc as hell since i'm trying to narrow him down.

You wonder at which point old friends become strangers, because when Satoru called you earlier this morning, you'd forgotten there is more to life than your career. He wanted to meet. It'd been months since the two of you talked.

He thought you were avoiding him. You said nothing about the matter. Whether that was true or not, there was no denying the wall between the two of you after what happened with Suguru. You weren't about to address it because you hoped it'd fall into obscurity.

Satoru doesn't give you the chance to see that happening.

So there you are, sitting across from him in a coffee shop. Satoru is in his usual uniform but you are in your casual clothes. He has come over straight after his mission. It's almost funny to think about how he is the one busier than you but he's also extending the effort to reach out.

Neither of you talks in the first minute, but you feel the curious looks and hear the whispers from around you. The two of you together always attract the attention of those nearby, you'd blame it on appearance but Satoru always draws in the curiosity of others with his magnetism.

In a way, you resent him for that. There's no anonymity when you're around him.

And it helps little when every muscle of your body is tense but Satoru is completely at ease. He sits back, easygoing and casual, but you're fiddling with the fabric of your pants under the table. You don't know how he does this, not when he should be the one in far more pain than any of you.

"I called Shoko but she was caught up with work," he takes the first steps with a light shrug, "maybe we can stop by her office later to bother her."

"Mhm."

"Oh, have you checked out that new album by—"

Satoru talks and it's all inconsequential. Your noncommittal hums are all that you contributed to the conversation because your mind is everywhere and nowhere all at once. At some point, he leans towards on the table and props his chin on the palm of his hand.

You should've focused then because the shift in his tone when he says your name is a violent shove.

"...Hm?"

"You aren't listening to me at all~" He plops down on the table, the image of petulance when he gazes up at you, but the severity of his eyes is sincere. "If I wanted to talk to a wall, I'd have called up Nanami."

You feel it. The warmth of his hand on yours. On the surface, nothing contacts either of you, but underneath the table, Satoru's fingers thread with yours. It's a reassurance and a restraint. He's here for you, but he's not letting you run away from this conversation either.

It's uncharacteristic, yet why wouldn't he worry?

It was both of your negligence to a friend that led you to this place. Satoru's only trying to prevent it from happening again the second time.

"Ha..." You can't help the laughter from bubbling out of your chest. The situation is too absurd for you to do otherwise. "Sorry, I..." You don't know what you'll say, you haven't thought about it.

You should apologize for avoiding him, it's a deliberate move.

You should apologize for worrying him, it should've been avoidable.

You should apologize for not being there for him, it's not only you who are in pain.

In the end, there is only one right answer to this. "...I'm here now," you say, forcing a smile, "I'm not going anywhere, you won't get rid of me that easily."

Satoru smiles and it's surprisingly pure. He talks again and it's all inconsequential, but this time you listen and make him smile again when you speak. Both of you feel the distinct absence of your mutual friend but neither of you comment on it because you'll have to get used to this new reality without him.

At least, Satoru's hand never leaves yours all the while.

[kagenoakirp]

Kageno's backstory and account information

Ok this is all OOC, and there are a lot of trigger warnings, including child abuse, of the physical, emotional and sexual kind, of a child as young as 5, incest, pedophilia mentions, suicide, self harm, manipulation and forced human experimentation. None of this is sexualized, glorified or treated as a joke by myself, while Kageno may joke about his trauma it is a way of coping, i am by no means making it any less heavy than it is supposed to be. This all is following the headcanon/fan theory that AFO has molested Tomura and has had very complicated and often incestuous thoughts about his younger brother before. Finally, Kageno is a trans man, and any transphobia will not be tolerated.

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oh yeah, and have a character ref sheet of Kageno btw, before we get into all the super heavy stuff :>

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Kageno's early life was anything besides easy, being born to a family in a loveless marriage and by accident, she was never wanted, her mother viewed her as a reminder of her past and her father viewed her as a curse. she was given the name Noroi Aki, Noroi, a name meaning curse, and Aki, the family name.

Noroi's father was a cruel man, running the household with an iron fist and getting into constant screaming matches with his wife, a woman who was anything but strong, having been sick for several years before Noroi's birth, and when she turned 5 her mother died leaving her alone with her father.

After the first week he began to treat Noroi as a replacement wife, expecting a young child to do everything a grown woman would, including fulfilling all sexual desires he may have.. Noroi nearly lost her voice screaming for the first month, each moment making her wish more than anything that her father was dead instead of her mother.. The only peace was when that man was away, while she was expected to care for the house she'd spend it watching movies or coloring on the walls, anything to defy her father, even if the aftermath would be painful.

Her quirk manifested late, at 7 years old, by then her father believed she had no quirk.. As she was backed into a corner after once again trying to fight back against him her quirk activated for the first time, sawblades pressing into her skin painfully and before she realized what she was doing she had grabbed the blades and drove them as deep into her father as she could.. She didn't stay long enough to see the aftermath.. to see that he was dead and that she was free now, she just ran as fast as she could, nothing but a torn shirt wrapped around her small figure.

She had little idea of what to do after that, she had thought of going to the police, but her father had always said they'd do nothing as he worked for them.. A fact she was not willing to test if it were true or not.. She didn't know what other place there was, so she wandered the streets, each person who looked away hurting more and more.. Even heros would look away, was she really not worth saving?

Someone did reach out.. over and over again this man reached out to her.. he looked so cool too! Noroi loved him for the first few years of him appearing, it was never for long, but the man would always show up to give Noroi what she needed.. no, no what he needed.. Noroi liked when he was called a boy, the man did it the first time they met, and he didn't bother with a correction..

On the fourth year he was taken in after months of having to fend for himself, he was mostly dead, hair almost entirely white due to stress, and he was pale as a ghost.. All for One, that's what Noroi learned the man's name was, and he was given new clothes, ones too big for him and that looked worn before.. but he didn't question it at first.. and he was told to pick a new name, that his old one would not be needed anymore.. "Kageno" was what he chose, wild shadow, that's what he was told it meant, and he liked it that way..

It didn't take long for Kageno to be called to see AFO in private for the first time, for the man to style his hair for him in a way that was weird, he didn't understand why AFO never let him do his own hair! he wasn't helpless anymore, he was 11 years old now and thought he knew everything. it became clear during the second week what the real purpose of his "rescue" was..

The first time AFO touched him he was told it was love.. that he was gentle and only doing this to make Kageno feel calm.. even if it made him squirm in his lap he didn't fight back, after all AFO had rescued him.. and he was being gentler than his father ever was.. The second time was different, painful and intense while he cried for it to stop.. after that he was called brother before AFO sent him off to bed..

This cycle continued, besides the "meetings" Kageno had freedom, a "good" life, and was allowed whatever he liked so long as he played the part.. he couldn't take it.. it hurt so fucking much he wanted to explode.. to rip and tear his flesh apart until he was nothing, until no one could ever want him again..

Fresh wounds covered his arms and legs, no matter how Kurogiri hid the knives from him he found a way for more, his quirk was helpful that way.. but no matter what it didn't help, AFO only told him that now he would be the only one who could ever like Kageno, that he was worthless beyond serving him until Kageno began to believe it..

His body was found hanging in his room a month before his 12th birthday, it was a final attempt to escape for good, for people to stop using him to replace the dead and be used as a toy! .. instead of that he was taken by Garaki and turned into a nomu, nothing about his looks changed besides one dark line on the back of his neck.. but he was given a second quirk, a copy of warp gate, a quirk he couldn't control, so that even if he ran away he would never be able to use his quirks normally again.. and the cycle started again..

At 13 Kageno had enough, he was tired of being treated like nothing, beaten down until he would sit there and let the abuse happen, letting himself be used as a doll.. he went to Kurogiri for help, he trusted the man.. he was kind and took care of him well.. he changed his appearance, his once white hair was dyed to black and red, the furthest colors he could think of to how AFO wanted him to look, and he convinced Kurogiri to let him give himself piercings, 2 on his lips, fangs so he could bite if AFO ever tried to force himself into his mouth again, and one on his cheek.. the first of a counter he'd keep, one piercing for each time AFO raped him.. he wouldn't just lay there anymore, he would bite rip and tear at the man even if it killed him, the pain kept him going, so long as he hurt he knew he was still human, that he wasn't a plaything anymore.. 2 years later he was allowed to meet Tomura Shigaraki, AFO was growing tired of Kageno's acts of rebellion, even after he had killed the boy twice for it, so he figured giving him a friend could help. The two got on awfully, they would fight over everything.. and yet Kageno started to seem happier, someone else his age to speak with gave him the relief that he needed, and he finally grew confident enough to go outside again where he met a girl a few years younger than himself.. Toga she said her name was, she'd gladly go along with what he wanted to do, and he'd often go out to see her.. she was an escape from everything, as much as he wanted her to have a home he didn't tell her about AFO, that place was no home, so he'd walk the streets with her, showing her how to survive there..

By the time the league formed Kageno had long become a different person from when he was a child, 19 now he was deadly, and even without full control of warp gate he could kill people without them noticing he was there most times. When he saw Toga was part of the league he couldn't say anything.. all he could do was welcome her to hell and try to keep her safe..

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Now for a better explanation of his quirks, he always has 2, his original, and a copy of warp gate, but AFO often gives him others depending on the situation.

Dusk blades: His original quirk, it allows him to produce sawblades from his skin that he is able to manipulate fully, changing their size, shape, and moving them around, he's got almost perfect control of this quirk most of the time, but it takes most of his energy, he's also able to summon upwards of 100 sawblades at once now, however it drains him of energy quickly, the blades also do not disappear should his quirk be erased, or if he passed out, he would just lose control of them.

Warp gate: Kurogiri's quirk, however his copy works oddly, as he's able to manifest the portals onto his blades most of the time.

more details about his use of warp gate

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Account rules Minors DNI with anything suggestive or explicit, swf only

Whoever you play as must also be over 18 for anything nsfw, if it's an underage character and you say you're aging them up it's fine, but you have to specify that

AU's are fine as long as you make it clear that it is an AU in the first post please!!

Any transphobia will result in you getting blocked, absolutely no exceptions.

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OOC information and Kageno's details.

Owner's info: I'm very autism, use he/they pronouns, and am overall a disaster, disrespect will not be tolerated, i will not be giving out my main blog (but its pretty easy to find LMAO-), as i'd like to keep that separate from this account, however i do have another rp blog which is @endeavorsbiggesthater (and like.. 3 more but shhh)

Kageno's info: He's 19/20 (19 until season 5, he turns 20 after the mla fight), he uses he/they pronouns, but heavily prefers he/him, he's omnisexual, with a preference for men, and he's a huge brat but also a huge flirt

Some fun facts about him

When interacting with him

He heavily prefers LOV members, he will talk to people from the MLA but he's not super friendly with all of them with the exception of Geten

If you play as AFO he will act like a complete bitch, he is genuinely terrified of that man and reacts in anger

Kageno flirts with most people, including several heros, and he has a hard time taking anything seriously, including talks about his trauma, which he usually treats like jokes

While he may act like a brat towards a lot of people it's usually a sign he cares if he's not being genuinely mean and awful, just put him in his place or give him affection, either way it'll shut him up

Most UA students know him as Noroi Aki, as he has gone undercover there before, pretending to have been kidnapped by villains for years and only finally escaped, the UA teachers have found out about the truth, however they covered it up for the students, so they still think that Noroi and Kageno are separate people

That's everything!! now have fun with this blog!!

[lovenpeace-pkmn]

Hello, Rotomblr. We are sisters living in Driftveil City alongside several Pokémon and one other human. You may recognize us from our former roles in Team Plasma, or from our subsequent involvement in restoration and rehabilitation programs.

I am Concordia (she/her). I work as a reference librarian, and type in black. I don't battle, but my registered Pokémon are Ginger the Growlithe♀ and Merriam and Webster the Unown.

I'm Anthea. I am aroace and use whatever pronouns you use. I professionally train audino for Pokémon Center work, and type in pink text. Please do not address me by the title "Lady." My battling team are Clover the Beedrill♂, Sunny the Cottonee♀, Hestia the Larvesta♀, Dawn the Genesect, and Ico the Dwebble♀.

We are also collectively responsible for Cartwright the Porygon♀ and Campfire Smoke the Zorua♂.

Others we frequently speak of include our brother N, Connie's daughter Tropius (@/wingsofachampion), and our housemate Rood and his Pokémon (Snuffles the Swoobat, Lulu the Herdier, and Cinnamon the Fidough).

//(full ref)

//ooc:

Magic anons: OFF | Pelipper Mail and Mystery Gift: ON | Musharna Mail: OFF | IC anon hate: selective, may delete | Union Circle: selective, see info on in-person RP below

this blog involves themes of past child abuse and cults. common tags for that are "cult tw" and "child abuse tw" or "cult mention tw" and "abuse mention tw." All tags follow the "[topic] tw" format. Please lmk if I miss a relevant tag. -mod info+other rules below cut

mod info

name is Oncilla, she/he/it. adult. likes/follows from @oncillaphoenix.

I am afflicted with the Curse (long covid) and have chronic brain fog and fatigue because of it. I may be slow to respond to things due to this.

if you're wondering what timezone i operate based on, me too. my circadian rhythm is a demented carousel and the state i live in is disarray

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rp info:

Games-based timeline, assuming the events of Pokémon Black took place in 2010

Generally ranges from low stakes through drama stakes (as described here). I may get involved with high-stakes events at my own discretion/if our characters have an established relationship, but my characters will definitely not be in the thick of the action because I don't have the energy to keep up with that, and i reserve the right to bow out at any time if I get overwhelmed.

will engage with: sapient pokemon, including legendaries and mythicals; fallers; doubles and alternate versions of associated characters (the multiverse is very much a thing here); crossover blogs (but keep in mind that i probably won't know your source material at all ^-^'); pretty much if you're not listed below you're good to interact (although i reserve the right to add things to the list)

will not engage with: anything involving glitches, meta horror, or strong fourth wall breaks; blogs that feature pokemon consumption as a major focus; events or posts featuring character death (especially of a violent nature) or extensive pokemon harm (may interact a little bit at my own discretion but don't count on it. canon character death or deaths in backstories are fine as long as they're not in too much detail); anything involving cannibalism

please no nsfw asks! mildly suggestive jokes are ok but keep it PG-13.

offscreen/in-person RP (where the characters are interacting face-to-face instead of replying to each other's comments) takes a lot out of me energy-wise. because of this, i won't be accepting any of this kind of RP starter unless a) our characters have interacted before, and b) we've discussed it out of character first.

[five-nights-at-fujisakis]

FAQ Time

(This is all OOC, obviously)

What's the premise of this blog? The idea is simple: Danganronpa's Chihiro Fujisaki (aka the Ultimate Programmer, aka Precious Hacker Child Who Has Never Done Anything Wrong) has moved to the United States and by a stroke of bad luck has ended up as the night guard for the newest Fazbear storefront, "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and Playplace", located in Magna, Utah. What starts as the typical FNAF formula soon starts to escalate as more and more animatronics arrive to make Chihiro's job even more of a living hell.

When does this take place, in reference to canon? Chronologically, this story takes place as it is being posted, in real time (which as of this post is late 2024). This fits neatly with the original FNAF series canon timeline, to an extent. FNAF 1-4 and Sister Location all happened as they did in canon. FNAF 6, however, has NOT happened. It's theorized that FNAF 6 took place in late 2023/early 2024 in canon, so the events of this blog can essentially be viewed as taking that game's place in terms of its role in the overarching FNAF plot. Post-Pizzeria Simulator stuff like Security Breach is currently up in the air, I include elements from it and the movie as I so desire. As for the Danganronpa side of things, this Chihiro is currently 24 years old. He and most of the rest of Class 78 graduated from Hope's Peak Academy 5-6 years ago (I haven't yet figured out the exact math). There was no Tragedy, and none of the mainline series games occurred like they did in canon, but the characters all still exist and SOMETHING happened the year of Class 78's graduation that caused the school to close down permanently, with massive negative repercussions for the Main Course Students, including Chihiro. V3 characters are in the same boat as post-FNAF 6 stuff, I include it however I want.

Is this an askblog? How does the roleplaying in this blog work? I have no idea if this counts as an askblog, since the focus is on Chihiro's overarching story as he copes with his circumstances. But by all means keep asking Chihiro questions, they help me flesh out the story and worldbuilding more! Plus they're a great motivator! Bring on all the questions! The vast majority of asks will be responded to in-character as Chihiro. This includes stuff from other roleplay blogs, even if directly contradicts the stuff in this particular story. Chihiro does not necessarily believe anyone when they say they're from a different universe or whatever the framing device is, but he's too polite to not go along with it, if that makes sense. The guy is too nice for his own good, and chalks up most of the weirdness to "tumblr being tumblr" and doesn't ask questions (So he's not really breaking the fourth wall). And if your asks are roleplaying in ways that go along with this blog's canon, then I'll happily try to integrate them into the story as best as I can. (The tags are usually OOC though) While I'm going to TRY to have everything answered in-character, there are exceptions. If an ask tries to break the fourth wall and talk about the Danganronpa or FNAF video game serieses (or this blog's own fictional nature) they'll most likely go unanswered or be answered OOC. And if you're going to ask for donations or petition signatures or advertising, this ain't the place. Such asks will be deleted on sight. This is a roleplay blog only. Oh, and if you're being deliberately offensive or discriminatory in any way, it should go without saying that such behavior is NOT WELCOME HERE and will lead to being blocked IMMEDIATELY.

What other characters aside from Chihiro will appear? Due to the way the backstory has been set up, most of the other DR characters are largely restricted to Chihiro's text messages with them and comments in past-tense. Yes I'm aware that their texts should probably be in Japanese, but I don't trust Google Translate so like. Maybe they're all just trying to be supportive of Chihiro or something? The FNAF side obviously is getting considerably more representation. Vanessa is already present as Chihiro's boss, and most of the animatronics aside from the three ones original to this specific storefront are the same as from canon (Cody, Harper, and Dessa were created to spice things up a bit, but they're essentially just palette swaps of Foxy, Bonnie, and Chica respectively). Quite a few familiar faces are gonna be showing up as Chihiro's life gradually becomes less FNAF 6 and more Ultimate Custom Night. As for whether our favorite scooped Night Guard will also make an appearance... wait and see! Other major characters include OCs Kellen and Marta, the two Day Shift Security Guards for the place, who were created largely so that Chihiro could have a couple of coworkers to interact with, without having to come up with some more bizarrely improbable cameos. They're named after Glamrock Freddy's and Gregory's VAs respectively from Security Breach.

What's this blog's take on Chihiro's gender? I'm aware of how controversial this subject is, and am trying to not have it affect this blog too much. But considering how much of Chihiro's character revolves around his gender identity in official DR material it's kind of unavoidable, so let's just get this out of the way: this blog's version of Chihiro is a cis male and uses he/him pronouns. If you have different headcanons about the character and their gender identity then that's completely fine and valid (especially considering how messy the writing in the original games is when it comes to this subject) but this was the interpretation I felt best aligned with canon Chihiro as written. That being said, if you want to refer to Chihiro with other pronouns in your asks or comments then that's totally fine, the most you'll get from this blog is a polite in-character correction, if even that. As far as Chihiro's concerned, dealing with murderous animatronics is a much greater concern than being misgendered on the internet. Ultimately this blog's purpose is to have fun, not make a statement. (Incidentally, while we're on the subject, this blog's version of Mangle uses ALL the pronouns. Mangle stole all the pronouns and left none for Chihiro. How dare.)

Shouldn't Chihiro have logically died by now? Night Guards in FNAF usually don't last this long. Yeah, probably, but if that were to happen the story would just end sooooo that's probably not gonna happen. Either some of Makoto's Plot Armor Luck rubbed off on him, or Chihiro looks just enough like a minor that the animatronics are going slightly easier on him. IDK really. Just repeat the MST3K Mantra to yourself if you have to.

What's with the "all lowercase letters" thing going on in most of the posts? Mostly it's just a way to add flavor? It kind of felt right for Chihiro. Not only does it sort of reflect his timid nature, but it also makes a small amount of sense to me that a native Japanese speaker could type English this way. Japanese doesn't have uppercase and lowercase, so I feel like there's a logic to Chihiro sticking to only lowercase. (Obviously this doesn't mean native Japanese speakers can't use normal English capitalization. This Chihiro is obviously perfectly fluent in English and you'll see him using proper capitalization from time to time, especially when he's texting his boss and trying to seem professional. Again, this is mostly just a way to add some characterization to the medium of the blog.)

Any Trigger/Content Warnings? It's FNAF and Danganronpa, so if you're familiar with those then you know what to expect. Though since the story is contingent on Chihiro's survival, ironically all the blood and guts and murder is probably going to be a lot less prevalent than in the actual stories. Still got plenty of potential nightmare fuel, though! Additionally there could be a chance of religious themes since (like the Silver Eyes novels and FNAF 6) this story takes place in Utah and Latter-Day Saints infest that state like moles infest my parents' backyard lawn. Since part of this blog is Chihiro comparing and contrasting his former and current places of residence they're bound to come up once in a while. But that shouldn't be very often, especially since this Chihiro doesn't really care that much about religion.

How often does this blog update? Whenever. I'm trying to keep the posts coming pretty regularly to continue the idea that Chihiro is running this blog in real time, but I have a life, sooooooo...

Who made this blog's profile pic? The pfp is "Disappointed Chi" by @mishja, (admittedly slightly cropped so it could be properly centered) and it was NOT created or commissioned specifically for this blog. I just liked it, thought it fit the vibes of this blog's story, and asked the artist what their policy on using their art for pfp's. They said it was fine as long as they were credited in the description, which I have done so both in the blog description and here in this FAQ. All credit goes to them, and if they ever tell me to stop using it I will do so, no questions asked. Artists have a right to credit and authority over what is done with their art. Speaking of, you should go check out their art! It's pretty good! Go check it out now! (And mishja if you're reading this I'm really sorry for whatever notification you got due to me trying to tag you)

Who's running this circus of a roleplay blog, anyway? Me! Hi, I'm @maspers! I had a crazy idea and decided to bring it into reality. Do I have any idea what I'm doing? No :D If you have questions or concerns about this blog (or you want to add to the roleplay fun, like some askers already have), feel free to reach out to me either here or on my main blog. DMs are always OOC, and any of my other comments will usually be clearly indicated as OOC with parentheses or something else similar.

Thanks so much for giving this blog the time of day! It's a small project and I'm not expecting much to come of it, but I'm having fun and that's what's really important. Hope you all enjoy!

[lee-hakhyun]

590, 591, 592

(i know i said i would post this a few days ago. i lied. extra long summary instead </3)

alright alright here it is, the end of trauma and the beginning of episode 8

after hearing yjh say everything will be destroyed, lee hakhyun is VERY shaken and that causes a little problem

yeaah anna knows. while incite was able to fool her, it's not perfect and lhh doesn't have a fourth wall to block mental skills

i think.. it's based on how he sees himself at the moment? with [eye of sin], he had been acting as cheon inho when killer king used it, but it changed when he thought of himself as 'lee hakhyun'. and now this too, as soon as his ego slipped anna croft was able to see through him. this should apply to yjh's [sage's eye], too

before anything else can happen, someone else calls for anna and jung heewon, the only person to not get trapped in the prison, slams hakhyun in the head (she got spooked. closed her eyes and just swung the bamboo stick around)

well, lhh is out of the prison now, but it seems that the items lds and ksi were given weren't enough to keep them out of the prison

.. :(

lhh consoles ksi and lds, and they continue on to chungmuro station along with another promise to dansu that they will find jiyoon

after walking past ohdokhyup corpses, they end up near chungmuro station, and lee jihye is there! she's adamant about not letting them pass, until they mention they know yoo joonghyuk yjh has ordered ljh to kill anyone who knows him, so lee jihye attacks them. lmao

despite how powerful jung heewon is at this point, lee jihye is able to match her, and while they're both fighting each other, lee hakhyun passes them to get into chungmuro station. yoo joonghyuk is in a standoff with gong pildu and a boy hiding behind gong pildu just as they're about to fight, ☐☐ activates but just like last time, lee hakhyun doesn't understand yoo joonghyuk enough to change anything. so he checks reader feedback

591

with the messages from rlaehrwk, lee hakhyun starts thinking about the yoo joonghyuk's he's seen, and the small parts written about him in orv

he's given 20 characters, and only one chance to write a sentence for him

the scene is successfully reproduced, and lee hakhyun leaves the snow garden

now. this is interesting before, when he used ☐☐ on other characters, i don't think they noticed at all but there were probability sparks here, and yjh definitely realized something happened this makes me think,, if writes something too ooc someone smart enough might figure out someone has been pulling strings

well anyway, yoo joonghyuk is very confused. enough that he doesn't move even as gong pildu fires at him. so lee hakhyun.. jumps in front of yjh..

go change this turn lee hakhyun, but dont put uyotself in situations like like that dear god

while this is happening;

i.. i don't miss him at all... sooyoungie ㅠㅠ

lhh tells yjh to step back to let him convince gong pildu to calm down, and when yjh complies lee hakhyun calls out to not pildu, but the boy who was hiding behind him. if it's someone who wasn't there in orv, it's most likely a reader. with a '9158', the boy realizes that they are also readers and everything is deescalated

after this, yoo joonghyuk grabs lee hakhyun to interrogate him

lhh knows that yjh has doubts that he's yjh, but he still tries to act villain enough for yjh however, yjh doesn't quite trust him, so lee hakhyun talks a bit more

with yoo joonghyuk brooding, lhh returns to talk to the group and greets the new reader, ye hyunwoo. he's read orv over 50 times, and is one of the 7 apostles but while chatting, hyunwoo mentions jiyoon

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lee dansu immediately reacts, asking if he knows jiyoon, to which hyunwoo is wary until he proves that he's jiyoon's father

well, still no jiyoon.. it seems hyunwoo was at the theater and is friends with jiyoon, though. he was actually the one who answered the '1863' question

they continue conversing for a while and hyunwoo says that jiyoon has read orv more than him, so she's read it at least 50 times they continue exhanging information while lee jihye talks with jung heewon farther away

even if ye hyunwoo has read orv so many times, he's still young gong pildu being protective of hyunwoo is nice

but after this, the readers' phones buzz.

c,ceo kim dokja?

what. all the readers pass out, and farther away, hsy watches this all

so, it seems that sooyoung did not plan for this, but she's going to track wherever they end up

and when lee hakhyun wakes up, he's.. back in the theater. as lee hakhyun himself, not cheon inho

he's able to ask if it's a dream for a fleeting moment before other readers begin to appear

he finds sein again, and as the readers realize what has happened people start calling out for each other

lee hakhyun tries to find ji eunyu, but she's not there

he also hears someone calling out for jiyoon

dansu mentioned it before,, but he was in the hospital before transmigrating, and he's in a really bad condition now lhh can't take him to a hospital, as they're in a subspace and the exits are blocked with lds passed out, ksi and lhh continue calling for jiyoon but can't seem to find her either both eunyu and jiyoon read orv a lot, i don't think they'd be dead, so where are they..?

kim dokja.. i don't want to think this is kim dokja. 【 】 <- i am pretty sure these are used for outer gods?

[itsm3m00n]

THE ELSIE MOTH’S GUIDE TO TAOCC

Aka: “oh gosh here we go”

copy-pasted because I’m lazy ;-;

TAOCC is, in a nutshell, like 10?ish mods (last I counted) making up a random TADC fic that started as a few askblogs and turned into a multiverse with lore, fourth wall breaks, and a heavily expanded universe. Here’s the lore basics:

TAOCC seemingly takes place over the span of October until now, in between episodes one and two. It will most likely have an lore update after 2 comes out. TADC exists within a server run and managed (and seemingly abandoned) by the company of C&A, which, depending on the character, is either:

A well-respected game development studio (People with Direction)

A shady company that will take anyone as test subjects (Hammer Anon)

A faceless set of developers with unknown motives (Sun and Gangle)

A respectable but unknown corporation that uses odd means to get people to test their hardware (Dunite I think?)

It’s most likely some combination of…all of the above. Generally, C&A is elusive and will not help the characters or get involved past backstory, with the exception of Lonn and Lattia, who are human developers who just…found this computer after a long story that I won’t get into lol.

Currently, the digital worlds are as follows:

TADC (run by Sun and Caine (on paper))

Dusk’s domain (run by Dusk)

The Bewitched Digital Kingdom (run by Hexe)

The Void (run by nobody, glues the various worlds together)

The Loch and It’s Surrounding Areas (unknown administrator, little is known about it in general except that there are dragons)

The Skies/The Heavens (similar to the void)

Now for the OOC stuff!

The Mods:

The mods are myriad and have multiple, wildly different approaches to making this setup work. Each will have different rules and guidelines on how they interact and what kind of content there is, which includes guidelines on suggestive, violent, or ridiculous content. Some mods write this thing like a book, trying to adhere to the standards of actual literature, while some are just here to have a good time and do whatever. Sometimes this even varies from character to character! Similar mods tend to form groups, and you shouldn’t feel pressured to interact with every single mod all the time. Mods ages range from 13-17, usually. Nobody younger than 13, obviously.

The canon characters:

The canons are dead.

…Okay that’s a joke and an exaggeration. Due to circumstances of various kinds, most of the canon character askblogs are deleted, inactive, etc. Below are their URLs and short explanations.

@/theoneandonlysun - Active, Mod Xeya is a major member of the mods

@/thecomedicallytragicgangle - On a short hiatus, Soup Mod is taking a break but active elsewhere

@ragatha1 - inactive since November

@pomniii -inactive since November iirc

@jaxtherabbit-deactivated2024021 - Deactivated, Jax mod went to university

@/zooooble - Mod Rat, after a lot of problems caused by random anons (the canon askblogs were typical askblogs at first, before the extended universe) and others, left the fandom entirely. Mod rat was also Kinger’s mod.

@blue-tooth Moon mod was locked out of their acct and has not returned.

@/shiningwiththesunshelp - Mod Galaxy’s attempt to bring back moon as a character

@/team-buttonblossom - Viewer’s attempt to bring back Pomni and Ragatha, canonicity is currently being debated/is undecided as far as I know

@/cainetheringmaster - barely active, uninvolved in “anon lore”/Taocc proper

The canons weren’t and won’t be really involved in Taocc, besides sun. Taocc doesn’t really have “main characters” as much as it has “overarching plots that make characters relevant”/“known characters”/“main mods kinda ish”

Mods you should probably know:

@/invaderxeya - called Xeya or Octavia, Sun mod, active, Sun tends to be the center of things around here

@/silhouette-anon - called Soup Mod, semi-active, gnagle mod, runs the Silhouette plotline with Xeya

@/feiar - Nymn mod, active, runs the pirate plotline

@/iciatheguardess - called Star mod, Icia Mod, active, runs the Bewitched Digital Kingdom plotline with Feiar.

@the-moth-from-elsewhere - MEEEEEEEE! Called Elsie, Dusk mod, active, runs Dusk’s domain and has the most fleshed out characters

@/theautumnalcat - called Autumn but also has a sona character named Autumn, Pyxel mod, active, no specific plotline, started Taocc as a whole!

@/kumo-taoc - called mod Kumo, active, local music person, Kumo mod, will cause problems on purpose

Aaaaand more! But these are the ones I know best lol

Oh gosh that was long…sorry!

*curtsies*

thank you so much :D

so can other people who aren’t mods create characters? How exactly does one join the circus do I create a character and roleplay as them?

[ask-teos]

CURRENTLY ON HIATUS!

Haven't read TEoS? Here's the AU's primary blog

Blog Arcs (Chronological order - only work on PC sorry):

Volume 1 - Clinic AMA

Volume 1.5 - Clinic AMA: Uninvited Guest

Rules:

Keep NSFW (of the lewd kind) asks to a minimum please. Most of the characters are adults but I'm not really comfortable writing that sort of thing, especially unprompted

Try to keep asks relating to characters' traumas to a minimum, PTSD is not a joke

No trying to directly impact the plot (ex. insert characters) unless I've given you permission beforehand, and I only give that to people I know

ABSOLUTELY NO FOURTH WALL BREAKING ASKS (such as referencing events that haven't occurred in the AU & "you're a fictional character" type asks) BOTH SHADOW AND ECLIPSE HAVE EXPERIENCED PSYCHOSIS IN THE PAST. TRYING TO CAUSE ANOTHER EPISODE WILL GET YOU BLOCKED. (If you must ask about the AU itself, either send the ask to the primary blog or tag it as OOC)

No, you cannot kin or self insert with any characters in this blog (This goes for TEoS in general, honestly), the thought makes me very uncomfortable (this doesn't apply to fictives & IRLS, I know that cannot be controlled, godspeed)

You absolutely can use the art on this blog as an icon/PFP, just give credit (@/home-sweet-hive or HomeSweetHive, either works)

Fanart is much appreciated, please tag me in your art - not just as credit but also so I can see it!)

Don't bring discourse or hate speech into this. Seriously. This is a Sonic AU ask blog. Get a hobby. (To know my stances: Fuck you TERFS, fuck you proshippers, fuck you MAPS, not comfy with syscourse, VERY not comfy with the r-slur, am queer the characters are queer I say queer and reclaim the queer slurs, all queer identities are rad, fuck you cops, capitalism stinks)

Updates are going to be irregular, this is for fun lol

[ironstrangeao3]

The Weight Of A Soul(is far too heavy to bear alone)

by ocyeanic

After his parents, Ben, and May die Peter is left in an orphanage & let's just say the owners are not the nicest.

While trying to grapple with the deaths of his Aunt & Uncle, be a super-hero, take care of his siblings, make enough money to support them, doge the questions his friends give him on all his injury's, not starve to death because of his stupid metabolism, try to ignore his stupidly cute new lab partner, get along with the new vigilante on the block, and make sure the avengers don't find out his identity and/or kill him.

It's a lot to say the least. Will Peter be able to trust and reach out for help before its too late or will the presser of everything slowly crush him?

Or Let's throw everything at Peter Parker and see how long it takes for him to break

This is my first fanfic so please keep that in mind! I welcome all criticism I have no idea wtf im doing!:P

Words: 850, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Nick Fury, Happy Hogan, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Wade Wilson, Matt Murdock, Original Characters, Skip Westcott

Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner/Thor, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Avengers Team & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Peter Parker & Original Character(s), Matt Murdock & Peter Parker & Wade Wilson

Additional Tags: Team Red (Marvel), Hurt/Comfort, Irondad, spiderson, Worried Tony Stark, Tony Stark Does What Tony Stark Wants, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Past Torture, Past Rape/Non-con, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Peter thinks he can do everything himself, he cant, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker is a Mess, Medical Inaccuracies, Slow Burn, im gonna fit as many over done tropes as I can into this bad boy, Orphan Peter Parker, no beta we die like tony stark, does anyone actually read all of these tags?, Self-Harm, peter is just super traumatized in all corners, he thinks he hiding it well, he is not, De-Aged Wade Wilson, Wade Wilson Breaking the Fourth Wall, Everyone’s at least a little traumatized, scratch that there all extremely traumatized, Peter Parker Has Panic Attacks, Everyone Has Issues, Peter Parker Has Nightmares, I have no idea what I’m doing, My First AO3 Post, THERE IS 0 CANNON IN THIS FIC CANNON CAN GO FUCK ITSELF, It’s in first person I’m sorry but I can’t for the life of me wright in 3rd, Peter Parker Has a Family he just doesn't know it yet, peter Parker got kidnapped by hydra 4 a bit he is most definitely not coping, everyone is ooc

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46213936