#Ask Sonia for money?

[deva-arts]

zomg... the girls! Sketched out! And a few characters I never showed designs for! haha! I keep thinking about the beach, so this is their swimwear.

I hope to make a full fledged drawing for all of them soon~ then the guys~~

Some newbies are: Aura (blue!) Katya (Gold!) and more of Verra (Green!) We'll eventually see more about them as I draw more things and doodles.

[h0ranghaae]

from the first hi to the first i love you, chapter I:

the first time we stayed alone (but in the crowd)

mason mount series

genre: angst, fluff, smut, comedy attempts

warnings: language

word count: 2,7k

a/n: god knows i wanted it to be a one-shot thing, but then i realized how many chapter ideas i got, so i didn't want to rush and make it look like a brief description of each timeline. please, please tell me what you think about it 🤧 all genres and warnings will depend on a chapter!! (the story starts on may, 14th, 2023)

"Babe, I'm really sorry, but they'll eat me alive if I don't finish it in time," your best friend, Sonia, says with pleading eyes, and you pout. You came to London from Manchester to spend your week off with her, but her boss had different plans. "I know, I promised you a fantastic time here, so I've figured things out for tonight."

"How so?" the interest in your voice is genuine.

"I asked Mason to take you out today, so get ready for The National Gallery, the tickets are already boug-"

"Whoa, stop talking so fast – I know you want to confuse me so I will say yes," you place both of your hands on the kitchen table to steady yourself – mentally. Sonia looks closely at you across the table, so you continue. "Firstly, my fantastic time can only be spent with my best friend, not with her husband's friend."

"But you've known each other for around three years," she scowls. "He gave you so many rides."

"When I was with you," you protest. "When your Ricky was with us. And, secondly, The National Gallery? I can admire you, sitting in front of your computer, with the same pleasure."

"No, you’re going with Mason. You need to get out. Besides, he already bought the tickets. When he’s done at the training center, he will pick you up – so you have, like, two hours to get ready."

You sigh. Sonia feels guilty for not being the best entertainer – but you never expected her to be one. Still, she comes up with the weird decision you can’t decline yourself, because then you will be the one who feels guilty. Also, you are pretty sure Mason said yes to her for the same reasons.

Mason is a nice, polite, funny guy with warm doe eyes and a perfect nose. But he is not your friend. You don’t really know how to act around him – partly because you are sure that if not for Ricky, your paths will never cross. He is from a different planet – a planet of fame, interviews on national channels, trips all around the globe, and big money. And you don’t have a rocket to visit this faraway planet.

There is another reason to avoid him like a plague, though.

You have a little – or medium-sized – crush on him and you can’t allow it to gain any control over your brain. Or your heart especially.

"Do you want me to help you with your hair?" Sonia asks you, and you narrow your eyes at her through the bathroom mirror.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" you huff, wrapping a strand of your hair around the barrel of the curling iron.

"I took a break," she rolls her eyes. "It's like you're getting ready for prom and the school heartthrob is already waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. I can't miss it."

You shake your head at her giggles. "You're acting like a crazy teenager."

"Then why are you smiling?"

"Because you're funny!" you exclaim. "It's just Mason, and suddenly you're making a big deal out of it."

"But you're finally getting to the next level with him," Sonia raises her eyebrows, and you finally turn to face her, finished with your preparations.

"Yeah, from getting lifts anytime I'm in London to going to museums without even planning and wanting it. Besides, don't forget there is Jacob back in Manchester."

"Yeah," she rolls her eyes for the second time in less than three minutes. "When was the last time you saw him? Two weeks ago? Three? Sounds legit, for sure. Absolutely worthy."

Your weak attempt to disagree is killed with the sound of the intercom, and you're relieved you don't have to come up with delusional excuses to make your (almost) relationship with Jacob look not that bad as it is in reality.

You really like him, and you're so ready to open your heart to him – if you haven't done it already – but the local DJ (and you're wondering why this pathetic fact of him still doesn't give you an ick) is too busy, afraid, or just stupid to commit to anyone.

Or just to you. Or it's you who are just stupid.

"The heartthrob's here!" Sonia yelps, already pressing the button to let Mason in. You've never seen her move that fast. She was the worst at PE in high school.

"Oh dear God," you sigh, while putting on your jacket. Well, it's way easier to act annoyed when your knees are weak because of how nervous you are. You're right, you tell yourself, a very pale version of yourself in the mirror, it's just Mason, the old good lad Mason, and you're just making yourself crazy for nothing. At the end of the day, you really like Mason and don't want your frustration to be projected onto him.

Things with Jacob will get better, and even if Mason isn't your friend, you can still have a good time together tonight. And he can become your friend. And just the thought of it makes your heart swell.

"Hi there," you turn your head toward his gentle voice, always remembering how surprised you were the first time you heard him speak. His voice is so delicate and warm — the exact opposite of how manly he looks.

"Hi," you return his smile, letting him pull you in for a side hug.

"I didn't know you were in London until yesterday," Mason says.

"Yeah, because you weren't on my bingo card," you muse. "But the best event planner ever knows better, I suppose."

"Oh, get out already and let me work and you have fun. And don't come back earlier than after 4 hours. You know the directions, Mason, so take my bestie and go," Sonia taps on the wall next to the front door.

"Never felt more welcomed, bestie," you say, following Mason out of the apartment. And while he's standing in front of the lift, pressing the silver button, you turn to Sonia to whisper, "Text me every two minutes, so he won't think I'm some sort of hermit."

"Constant notifications can kill the vibe," she whispers back.

"What the fuck?" you make your words audible only for her. "That makes no sense."

"Sorry to interrupt, ladies, but the metal carriage is waiting," Mason distracts you, and Sonia takes this opportunity to shut the front door of her apartment. "After you," he gestures for you to step into the lift first, and you can't help but smile at him, entering the cabin.

The doors are closed now, and you're standing extremely close to him so you can smell his cologne – magnetic and just... Delicious.

"I like your perfume," you blurt out. "Is it Tom Ford?"

He hums in agreement, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "You're lucky, I took a shower after training. Just for you."

"How thoughtful," you reply. "But if I'm really lucky today, the universe will spare me from your amazing jokes."

"Nah, you're not that lucky, sorry," and with this, your trip through eighteen floors of the building is over. "Buckle up and let's explore the art. But let me warn you," he places his hand on your shoulder in a secretive manner and whispers in your ear, "The real art is you and me, so be ready – people will stare."

"Are we late?" you ask, and Mason just shrugs, scratching the back of his neck, totally unsure. The doors of the gallery are closed, despite his several attempts to pull and push the door handles.

"It seems to be fate," Mason says with a smile. "So, Starbucks for starters?"

"Just admit you manifested it," you follow him, silently appreciating that he slowed his usual pace for you. "I doubt you ever wanted to go here."

"Yeah, that's why I picked you up at five o'clock – I knew they close at six."

"Really?!"

Mason stops and looks at you in pure disbelief, "Of course not," he huffs. "It was sarcasm," he explains, but can't suppress a giggle escaping his mouth.

"You're so unserious," now it's your turn to huff, but when he places his hand on your lower back while you cross the road at the green light, you're suddenly out of words.

Your skin burns at this spot despite two layers of clothes – not a good sign at all. But the questions that are generated in your head – oh, they're even worse. Why does he do it? To make sure you're matching his pace? Does he want you to be safe? Did Sonia ask him to do so? Do all well-mannered men do it?

Does he like you?

The disgustingly sweet coffee you both ordered at Starbucks helps you get rid of these confusing and unnecessary thoughts. Not for long, unfortunately.

"I can feel my teeth rotting at this moment," Mason moans after taking a sip from his cardboard cup. "But it's so good. Let me taste yours."

You willingly hand him your cup, and he wraps his palm around yours, positioning both of your hands higher – this simple action makes you hold your breath without even realising it.

"Wow, that was easy to get," he laughs and wraps his lips around the straw.

"Drink it already," you roll your eyes. "And I will start praying that you don’t have any contagious diseases."

He makes a face at you, swallowing the coffee like it's fish oil – or something even worse tasting. "You should have warned me – it's terrible. Right now, I'm doing my best not to stick out my tongue in disgust."

"Oh, Mason, you're so brave. Thank you for telling us your story," your hand slides out of his tender grip as you continue to walk. "For the record, mine has one syrup less than yours."

"It's what you call a difference maker."

"Stop it already, I know it's a reference to you on the pitch," you laugh. You genuinely laugh. Mason is effortlessly funny – you knew it already, but today you finally had a chance to experience it to the maximum. And he's witty too – amazing with words, and you really like the way he talks – passionately, but in a calm voice, looking straight in your eyes, following every reaction of yours.

Mason closes the distance between the two of you in one wide step and lowers his head to your level. "By the way, I don't have any diseases," his whisper causes goosebumps all over the skin of your neck and you hum in response. "For the future."

The future and you are divided by a distance, you think, while Mason and you, at least at this moment, are not.

He insisted that you have to sit not across from each other at this fancy restaurant in the heart of London, but next to each other, and you silently agree, not wanting to miss the opportunity to feel him closer. His shoulder brushes yours when he's slicing the steak, and you turn your head to him.

"Did you make the reservation months in advance or did your fame help you sneak in ahead of turn?"

Mason just smiles at you, even though he's not happy that you asked the question while he's chewing and can't respond to your words, and you raise your brow.

"I'm surprised you're not talking with your mouth full," you mock him, and he playfully rolls his eyes.

"I booked it three months in advance," he says as you thankfully nod at the waiter refilling your glass of wine. "Three months ago, I knew that May fourteenth would be marked as our first date on my wall calendar."

"Oh, that infamous Mason's wall calendar with pictures of kittens?" you half expected him to say something along those lines, something bold yet simple, but what you didn't expect was him handing you his fork with a slice of meat on it. The gesture was nice, caring, and... heartwarming?

"Kittens in flower gardens," Mason corrects you as a content smile appears on his features when you take the slice off the fork and into your mouth, chewing slowly.

The food is great, the wine is even better, and your entertainer is one of England's most eligible bachelors. Sometimes life is good.

"It's a shame you can't drink," you whine, holding Mason by his forearms, and he shows his perfect teeth, still not destroyed by the sugary coffee he had, in a wide smile.

"Let's drink when I'm on summer break?" he suggests, his hands rubbing your sides. His chocolate eyes follow yours, and you can't help but get magnetised by his soft gaze. He calls your name softly, feeling that he has to get the needed answer from you. "So, how does it sound?"

"See you on your summer break then," you lightly pat his chest and he laughs.

"What about before? You know I'm all fun even sober."

"Let's see, Mason. It's not like I have a door in my Manchester flat that leads me directly to you."

"It's changeable, though," he says, looking above your head. It feels like he's talking more to himself than to you, but you elaborate anyway.

"Changeable? Mason Mount, are you a constructor of a teleportation machine?" you ask in mock disbelief.

"Maybe so," he plays along, and you laugh. Suddenly, after five glasses of fine wine, everything Mason says sounds even funnier than before.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders, and you mirror his motion, holding onto his waist.

"Thank you for today," your voice is muffled as you mumble into his beige bomber jacket – which smells just so amazing, enveloping you in an aroma cloud. "I really liked it."

"So did I," Mason says, and you're thankful he doesn't reject your clingiest side, never breaking the hug you dragged him into in the first place. "Pinky promise we will go out more?"

"Sure, but I'm done for today," you say. "It's a good thing you didn't drink, though – at least I have you as my personal driver back home."

"Oh, look at you," he imitates an adoring voice. "Making me feel so needed and desired."

"In high demand, yep," you confirm. "Promise me I'm your favorite passenger."

You can feel Mason pulling back from the hug so he can raise his pinky, and you shove off his hand with a smile. The dark-haired man smiles back at you, so sweet and tender – it makes your poor heart beat a hundred times faster.

"Oh my god," Sonia squeezes you in a hug as soon as you get to her apartment. "You look so happy! And... Wait a second, are you drunk?"

"Not drunk, just a little tipsy, that's all, but-"

You tell her everything, trying not to sound too excited, and Sonia, being the best friend ever, asks for every possible and impossible detail. Seizing the opportunity, you ask the same question you asked Mason in the restaurant.

"Does it matter?" Sonia asks in return. "Other things are way more important!"

"No, they're not. What if the only reason we ended up in this restaurant was that he was dumped by someone? Or did he dump someone? And here I am, just a backup plan."

"Oh, shit," Sonia breathes out, and you lift your head, your fingers stopping their random patterns on the soft material of the cushion. Well, you’re anxious now. "You're already thinking about it, aren’t you?"

You roll your eyes as she laughs, but when you stay silent, she goes on. "I’m pretty sure he’s famous and rich enough to get a reservation in four hours max. You had a wonderful evening – all kudos to me – so don’t spoil the aftertaste with your thoughts!"

"Yeah, my thoughts… Completely unnecessary as always," you laugh, raising your hands in defeat.

It was a wonderful evening, and you even want to jokingly think that this evening proves that all "bros before hoes" manifestos can be thrown out of the window, but, in reality, you can’t. Because Mason, as you thought before, is closer to becoming your bro than anything else. But at the end of the day, the distance will divide Mason and you again. You and your long-distance friend.

[theamityelf]

I really want Sonia, Akane, and Gundham to share an apartment, after they graduate Hope's Peak.

Sonia could just move them both into her palace, but they all prefer to live like normal people, so they get a regular place, and she does not accept an allowance from Novoselic. If she brings in money, she does it selling creepy handmade stuffed animals or starting a YouTube channel or almost-literally anything that doesn't directly rely on her royal status.

As far as apartment chores, Sonia cooks, Gundham cleans, and Akane shops. Akane brings in prize money and sponsor money from her gymnastics, Gundham brings in money from breeding and pet-sitting, and Sonia I imagine having a handful of side-hustles. (Also, Sonia would absolutely be someone to win TV trivia contests and the like, so she's often winning gift cards to restaurants they can all go to, on dates.)

It's a three-bedroom apartment, but they share one room; one is for guests; and one is a pet sanctuary. They shop for furniture and decor together. There's a lot of dark purple in the curtains and rugs and light colors in the upholstery of loveseats and chairs. Pull-up bars in every doorway; they all use them. Also, sometimes parakeets perch on them.

Sonia keeps ice packs ready in the freezer, for when Akane comes home sore or injured.

They have monogrammed towels in the bathroom that read "Supreme Overlord of Ice", "Lady of Darkness", and "Lady of the Bloodstained Fields".

The hamsters are always there, but there will also be temporary dogs, cats, rabbits, birds, etc. Both Sonia and Akane take this in stride; if Gundham forgets a snake on the couch, he'll shortly hear Akane call out, "Snake on the couch; cool if I move it?" or walk back into the room to see Sonia wearing it like a boa.

At any given time, two or three of Akane's younger siblings might be crashing there, if they've been missing Akane or their parents have disappeared on them. Sonia loves them. When they start calling her "Big Sis Sonia", she feels so honored. Gundham introduces them to whatever animals he has on hand that don't bite.

Akane and Gundham gradually learn Sonia's language. (Akane starts picking it up inadvertently, just from overhearing Sonia on the phone, and when Sonia realizes that Akane has picked up an impressive amount of phrases from her, she asks if either of them want to know more.)

They have "house rules", but those are pretty much just for when their classmates visit, because they've learned the hard way that Ibuki will scare the animals if they let her bring her guitar, Kazuichi will fix everything regardless of whether it's actually broken, and Nekomaru, left unchecked, will clog the toilets and leave them like that. He's a frequent visitor. Whenever Nagito is about to visit, they try to luck-proof the whole place, but it doesn't work. When Chiaki comes to visit, they know to have the guest room ready for when she inevitably falls asleep.

They grow pumpkins on the balcony.

[blueskittlesart]

any thoughts on how once again zelda was robbed of her agency because her "father figure" didn't listen to her? even if rauru was kinder to her than her father. and that she had sonia who was patient and loving for a little while before she died (just like her mother). i know rauru apologizes for his hubris but still, i wish we saw zelda be upset about it. and even if zelda was such a big part of the quest she still literally sacrificed her humanity once again because of someone else's mistake- because rauru literally didn't listen to the girl from the future that warned you that shit was going to go down. o know nintendo just loves putting zelda inside crystals and stones but i wish we got something better. even if it was her decision to become a dragon... did she have any other choice? it really just feels like they robbed her of agency again just like botw and the games before

i've been trying to figure out how to answer this one. because there are two ways i could analyze this plot point, either from a writer's perspective or an in-story perspective, but neither of those lead to me fully agreeing with your interpretation? I think there's definitely something to be said about zelda consistently being pushed aside in these games, but. well. ok let's get into it ig

from a writer's perspective, I do honestly have quite a bit of sympathy for the zelda devs as they attempt to navigate the modern political landscape with these games. The cyclical lore, though canonized relatively recently, holds them to a standard of consistency in their games in terms of certain key elements. one of those key elements is that there has to be a princess, and that princess must somehow be the main macguffin of the game. The player must chase her, and the end goal of the game must be to reunite the player and the princess. In 1986 this was an incredibly easy sell. women didn't need to be characters. players were content with saving a 2-dimensional princess whose only purpose was to tell them "good job!" at the end. but as society advances, that princess becomes a much more difficult character to write while adhering to the established overarching canon. (as a side note: i don't necessarily believe that the writers SHOULD be held to the standards of that canon. I think deviating from it in certain areas would be a good change of pace. but i also recognize that deviations from the formula are widely hated by the loz playerbase and that they're trying to make money off these games, so we're working under the established rule that the formula must be at least loosely adhered to.) Modern fans want a princess who is a person, who has agency and makes decisions and struggles in the same way the hero does. but modern fans ALSO want a game that follows the established rules of the canon. so we need a princess who is a real character but who can ALSO serve as a macguffin within the narrative, something that is inherently somewhat objectifying.

the two games that i think do the best job writing a princess with agency are skyward sword and botw (based on your ask, our opinions differ there lol. hear me out) in both games, we have a framing event which seperates zelda and link, but in both games, that separation was ZELDA'S CHOICE. skyward sword zelda runs away from link out of fear of hurting him. botw zelda chooses to return to the castle alone to allow link the time he needs to heal. sksw kinda fumbled later on by having ghirahim kidnap her anyway, but. i said BEST not PERFECT. botw zelda I think is the better example because, with the context of the memories, she's arguably MORE of a character than link is. we see her struggles, her breakdowns, her imperfection, specifically we see her struggle with her lack of agency within the context of the game itself. when she steps in front of link in the final memory, and when she chooses to return to the castle, those are some of the first choices we see her make almost completely free of outside influence; a RECLAMATION of her agency (within the narrative) after years of having it stripped from her. from an objective viewer's standpoint, this writing decision still means she is absent from 90% of the game and that she has little control over her actions for the duration of the player's journey. however I think this is just about the best they could have done to create a princess with agency and a real character arc while still keeping the macguffin formula intact--you're not really SAVING zelda in botw. SHE is the one that is saving YOU; when you wake up on the plateau with no memories, too weak to fight bokoblins, let alone calamity ganon. the reason you are allowed to train and heal in early-game botw is because SHE is in the castle holding ganon back, protecting YOU. When you enter the final fight, you're not rescuing zelda, you're relieving her of her duty. taking over the work she's been doing for the past hundred years. in the final hour, you both work in tandem to defeat ganon. while this isn't a PERFECT example of a female character with agency and narrative weight, i think it's a pretty good one, especially in the context of save-the-princess games like loz.

as for totk, you put a lot of emphasis on rauru not believing zelda and taking action immediately, which, again, from an objective standpoint, i understand. but even when we're writing characters with social implications in mind, those character's actions still need to... make sense. Rauru was a king ruling over what he believed to be a perfectly peaceful kingdom. zelda literally fell out of the sky, landed in front of him, claimed to be his long-lost granddaughter, and then told him that some random ruler of a fringe faction in the desert was going to murder him and he had to get the jump on it by killing him first. the ruler which this girl is trying to convince rauru to wage an unprompted war on has the power to disguise himself as other people. no one in their right mind would immediately take the girl at her word. war is not something any leader should jump into without proper research and consideration, and to rauru's credit, he DIDN'T ever outright dismiss zelda. he believed her when she said she was from the future, he allowed her to work with him and he took her warnings as seriously as he could without any further proof. but he could not wage an unprompted war on ganondorf. that's just genuinely not practical, especially for a king who values peace among his people as much as rauru seems to. as soon as ganondorf DID attack, giving rauru confirmation that zelda's accounts of the future were real, he began making preparations to confront him. remember that zelda didn't KNOW that rauru and sonia were going to be casualties of the war--she didn't make the connection between rauru's arm in the future and rauru the king until AFTER sonia's death, when rauru made the decision to attack ganondorf directly. I think the imprisoning war and the casualties of it were less an issue of zelda being denied agency and more an issue of no one, including zelda, having full context for the events as they were unfolding. if zelda had KNOWN that sonia and rauru were going to die from the beginning and was still unable to prevent it that would be a different issue, but she didn't. none of them did.

I think another thing worth pointing out with rauru and his death irt zelda is that rauru is clearly written specifically as a foil to rhoam. this is evident in how he treats both zelda and link, with a constant kindness and understanding which is clearly opposite to rhoam's dismissiveness and disappointment. consider rhoam's death and the circumstances surrounding it. He died because, in zelda's eyes, she was unable to do her duty; the one thing he constantly berated her for. Rhoam's death solidified zelda's belief that she was a failure, a belief which she KNEW rhoam held as well. his death was doubly traumatic to her because she knew he died believing it was her fault. Now contrast that to the circumstances surrounding rauru's death. Rauru CHOSE to die despite zelda's warnings, because he wanted zelda and his kingdom to live. rauru's death was not agency-stripping for zelda; in fact, it functioned almost as an admission that he believed her capable of continuing to live in his place. With him gone, the fate of the kingdom fell to her and the sages. he KNEW that he would die and still went into that battle confidently, trusting zelda to make the right decisions once he was gone. where rhoam believed zelda incapable of doing ANYTHING without link, rauru trusted zelda COMPLETELY with the fate of his kingdom. several details in totk confirm that when rauru died there was no plan for zelda to draconify, that all happened after rauru was gone. it was HER plan, the plan which rauru trusted her to come up with once he was gone. and I think it's also worth noting that zelda's sacrifice with the draconification parallels rauru's!! Rauru gives up his life trusting the sages and his people to be able to continue his work in his place. Zelda gives up her physical form trusting link and the sages in the future to be able to figure out what to do and find her. these games in general have this recurring theme but totk specifically is all about love and trust and reliance on others. zelda relies on link, link relies on zelda, they both rely on the champions and the sages and rauru and sonia and they all rely each other. reliance on others isn't lack of agency, it's a constant choice they make, and that choice is the thing which allows them to triumph.

The draconification itself is something i view similarly to zelda's sacrifice in botw--a choice she makes which, symbolically & within the confines of the narrative, is a demonstration of her reclaimed agency and places her at the center of the narrative, but which ALSO removes her from much of the player's experience and robs her of any overt presence or decisionmaking within the gameplay. again, I think this is a solution to the macguffin-with-agency dilemma, and it's probably one of the better solutions they could have come up with. Would I have liked to see a game where zelda is more present within the actual gameplay? yes, but I also understand that at this point the writers aren't quite willing to deviate that much from their formula. the alternative within the confines of this story would be to let zelda DIE in the past, removing her from gameplay ENTIRELY, which is an infinitely worse option in my opinion. draconification allowed her to be present, centered the narrative around her, and allowed the writers to reiterate the game's theme of trust and teamwork when she assists the player in the final battle, which i think was a REALLY great choice, narratively speaking.

In any case, I don't think it's right to say that zelda was completely robbed of her agency in botw and totk. Agency doesn't always mean that she's unburdened and constantly present, it means she's given the freedom to make her own choices and that her choices are realistically written with HER in mind, not just the male characters around her, and I think botw/totk do a pretty good job of writing her and her choices realistically and with nuance.

[vrisrezis]

General Headcanons for the trigger happy havoc boys with an ultimate ruler S/O? (Essentially they are like Sonia being from the royal family of a far off nation but are constantly getting pressure from their family to at least start looking for a potential partner for when they do eventually take the throne. You don’t have to include this part if you don’t want to)

Leon is a little intimidated to be with somebody, for once in his life. What’s somebody like you doing dating a baseball player anyway? He thinks you’re weird for it, but man he’s grateful to whatever merciful god granted him this.

Mondo also doesn’t get why you’re dating him. Your lives couldn’t be anymore different. He doesn’t complain but he does ask you pretty often why you bother with him.

Kiyotaka doesn’t handle your situation well at first, given his complex with working hard = success, what did you do to earn your place? You two get along eventually.

Hifumi is in love!! Kinda acts around you like how he acts around Celeste but it’s clear there’s a difference because he’s in LOVE!

Hiro thinks it’s cool, I hc him being poor so he likes having you around lol, helps him with the money troubles. Kinda intimidated though, seriously.

Byakuya honestly can’t be surprised he would be interested in somebody like you, he deserves only the best after all. You both make quite the couple.

Makoto can’t fathom the idea of y’all dating sometimes, in his mind he’s undeserving. You wouldn’t know he thinks that though.

[sparkymalone]

No Halloween fic?

Oh, isn't there?

(There is)

(And it's smut)

Hajime regretted a lot of the choices he had made throughout his life. He regretted becoming so enamored with Hope’s Peak Academy. He regretted not getting into the main course. He regretted spending so much money to attend the reserve course. He regretted getting involved with a bunch of Ultimates who were way out of his league.

(He didn't completely regret that last one, of course. He wouldn't trade his friends or his boyfriend for the world.)

Most of all, he regretted letting Kazuichi talk him into this stupid bet.

Grimacing, Hajime gave himself a once-over in the mirror. The outfit he was currently wearing was completely humiliating, and he mentally kicked himself for ever agreeing to this.

A week earlier, he and Kazuichi had been talking about the party all of their friends would be attending on Halloween. Both of them were excited, and Hajime had made some comment about treating it as a date with Fuyuhiko. Kazuichi had responded that he was going to find a date, too.

Hajime had been feeling particularly grouchy, for whatever reason, and snarkily told his friend that there was no way any girl would go to the party with him. The mechanic had been understandably upset and Hajime immediately regretted his comment.

But then Kazuichi took it up a notch. “Hey! I can totally get a date for the party! How much do you wanna bet?!”

The brunette frowned at him. “I don't want to bet anything. I'm sorry that I said-”

“We're making a bet!” Kazuichi insisted. “This is about my pride as a man!”

Hajime sighed heavily. He knew that when the other boy got like this, there was no talking to him. “Fine, I guess. What's the bet?”

Flashing a sharp-toothed grin, Kazuichi responded, “I bet you I can find a date for the party, no problem!”

His friend rolled his eyes. “Sure, Kaz. And what are we wagering?”

“Winner gets to pick the loser's costume.”

Hajime probably should've been concerned that Kazuichi apparently had that stipulation already locked and loaded, but he felt too tired to question it. “Okay, sure.” He wasn't too worried about it, since he was fairly certain Kazuichi would just ask Sonia out and get shot down.

But apparently he should have been worried. After floundering for a couple of days, Kazuichi had asked Mikan to go with him, knowing that she was too nice and meek to say no. He sent Hajime screenshots of the conversation, where Mikan had accepted in a very questionable way.

Still, it counted, and Kazuichi officially had a date for the party. The pink-haired boy had gleefully started sending Hajime pictures of potential costumes, all of which seemed wildly inappropriate for a high school party. Eventually, Kazuichi picked one and demanded that Hajime wear it. They had argued for a bit, but Hajime eventually gave in.

Which led him to his current, extremely regrettable predicament.

Hajime glared at his reflection. The outfit that Kazuichi had selected for him was a sexy bunny suit, because of course it was. The bodysuit was a very dark green, almost black. It was strapless and corseted, and Hajime cringed at the way it hugged his body. The way the bra cups pushed his chest up unfortunately emphasized his naturally large pecs, making it look like he had cleavage. The crotch area also left nothing to the imagination, showing an almost-perfect outline of his dick. He had stockings on over his bare legs, and had opted to wear his regular shoes. The outfit was finished by white wrist cuffs, a white collar with a black bowtie, and bunny ears that matched the bodysuit.

On anyone else, Hajime would've considered the outfit very sexy. On himself, though, he thought the costume was awful.

Still, he had given Kazuichi his word that he would wear the stupid thing. As mortified as he was by the thought of his friends seeing him in this (god, what was Fuyuhiko going to say?), Hajime was still going to do it.

Besides, Kazuichi never said he couldn't wear something over it. Hajime pulled on a conspicuous trenchcoat and then set out for the party, ignoring the looks he received anytime he passed someone.

As soon as he got through the door, Kazuichi stopped him. “What?! No way!”

Hajime frowned. “You never said I couldn't wear a jacket.”

“It was implied!” Kazuichi huffed. He had an arm draped over Mikan's shoulders and the poor girl looked profoundly uncomfortable. “Now take it off!”

Grasping the front of his coat, Hajime argued back for a bit. Eventually, though, he gave in. With a frustrated sigh, he removed the coat, displaying his skimpy costume in all its glory.

The reveal was met with silence. Hajime looked around self-consciously, only to find all of his friends staring at him, red-faced. He blushed and fidgeted, cursing his own stubbornness.

Surprising no one, the first person to recover was Teruteru. “Oh, my~! Hajime, darlin’, that outfit is positively sinful~!”

Hajime gritted his teeth. “Yeah, I know.”

Kazuichi was openly gawking at his chest, apparently having some sort of internal crisis. “...Damn…”

Some of the girls were glaring at him now, and Hajime wasn't sure how to feel about that.

The last few guests started arriving, and each time, they had to do a double-take. Hajime's costume was nothing if not eye-catching. He couldn't wait to leave.

He realized too late that he hadn't actually seen Fuyuhiko anywhere, which was concerning. His boyfriend was normally very punctual. Hajime was about to call him when the front door finally opened.

“Sorry I'm late,” Fuyuhiko announced as he walked in. “I got stuck behind some slow-ass - what the fuck?!” He cut off with a loud exclamation as he caught sight of his boyfriend.

Hajime cringed. That was about what he had expected. “Hey, Hiko,” he greeted flatly. “I lost a bet.” Probably better to explain that right away.

But the yakuza heir didn't seem to be listening. He stared at Hajime's body, wide-eyed and red-faced. His gaze slowly traveled over Hajime's impressive cleavage, down to the perfect outline of his cock, before finally flitting up to meet his eyes.

Flushing darker, Hajime raised an eyebrow at him. “...Everything okay?”

Fuyuhiko nodded mutely, glancing around the room. Thankfully, most of the others had lost interest by now. The blonde moved forward so that he could talk to Hajime more quietly. “What the hell are you wearing?”

Quickly, Hajime launched into an explanation of the whole situation, trying not to notice when Fuyuhiko's eyes drifted down to his chest again.

“Okay, but why the fuck did you actually go through with it?” Fuyuhiko asked him, forcing himself to look at Hajime's face.

The taller boy shrugged, feeling extra embarrassed. “...I don't know.”

“Did you bring a change of clothes?”

There was a beat of silence. “No,” Hajime admitted, wishing he could just implode. “But I have a jacket.” He indicated the suspicious-looking trenchcoat hanging on the coat rack.

With an exasperated sigh, Fuyuhiko grabbed his hand. “You dumbass. Whatever, let's just enjoy the party, I guess. Hopefully you don't distract everyone too much with that slutty getup.” He smirked up at his boyfriend.

Hajime glared back. “Thanks a lot.”

Still, he decided to try to do as Fuyuhiko suggested and enjoy the party. He managed to relax a bit, and actually was having a pretty good time. He always enjoyed spending time with his friends.

Occasionally, though, he would still catch people ogling him. He couldn't blame them, really, but it still made him feel awkward. Each time, he would simply clear his throat and alert them to the fact that they were staring. Most of them would then apologize and look away, embarrassed.

Teruteru was a little harder to dissuade, of course. He openly stared at Hajime's body and even made little comments from time to time. He would keep going until Fuyuhiko threatened him with bodily harm but even then, he only stopped temporarily.

The worst, though, was every time Hajime caught Fuyuhiko staring at him. The blonde was employing his best poker face, not giving anything away about what he was feeling, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes to Hajime. The heat behind his gaze was unmistakable to his lover, and it was making it hard for Hajime to stay calm.

At one point, Ibuki tackled Hajime from behind, which he normally didn't mind too much. This time, however, the movement accidentally pulled the front of his costume down, allowing one of his pecs to pop out.

“H-Hey!” he yelped, immediately trying to fix his top. He tucked himself back into the corset, but glancing around told him that several people already got an eyeful.

Ibuki didn't seem particularly remorseful, either. “Whoops! Sorry for flashing your bazongas, Hajime~!” He shot a glare at her, but she just giggled and bounced away.

Someone grabbed onto his wrist and Hajime looked down to see a flustered-looking Fuyuhiko staring back at him. “We need to get you out of that thing,” the blonde told him quietly. Hajime nodded in agreement and allowed himself to be led out of the room.

Fuyuhiko pulled him up the stairs, and at first, Hajime didn't think anything of it. After all, the most likely place to have a change of clothes was upstairs. But then he remembered that they were at Sonia's house, and the odds of her having clothes for him to wear seemed slim, so where was Fuyuhiko taking him?

The yakuza heir pulled him into a random guest room and closed the door behind them. Hajime blinked at the big, comfy-looking bed. “Uh, what are we-” He yelped as he was suddenly shoved onto the mattress. He rolled onto his back, looking up at Fuyuhiko in confusion.

The look the blonde was giving him stopped any protests he was thinking of making. “That costume is fuckin' ridiculous,” Fuyuhiko growled, stepping closer. “I can't believe you would go out in public dressed like a fuckin' stripper, and I especially can't believe that you would show off a slutty outfit like this to everyone else instead of just me!”

Hajime's eyes widened and he flushed. “Oh, uh… I'm sorry?”

Fuyuhiko glared at him. “You don't even get it, do you?” He stalked towards the bed, climbed onto the mattress, and straddled his startled boyfriend. “You look so fucking sexy, it's not even fair.” With that, he lunged forward and kissed him.

Completely caught off guard, Hajime struggled to keep up. Fuyuhiko was mad because he looked sexy? Was it just because everyone else at the party had seen him first? Whatever the reason, his hot, heavy kisses were making Hajime's head swim, making it even harder for him to think.

The blonde nipped at his lower lip before pulling away. Hajime took advantage of the break to ask, “S-So… you're mad that everyone else saw me dressed like this?”

“Yes, you moron,” Fuyuhiko snapped. “Do you even know what you look like? I'm shocked you only had one fuckin' nip slip, considering your tits look like they're gonna pop out at any second!”

Hajime blushed darker. Was it really that bad?

Apparently Fuyuhiko's rant wasn't done. “And that's not the only thing. The way this thing clings to you shows off your whole ass and your cock! Like, there ain't nothing left to the imagination right now. You see how that might piss me off?”

Feeling embarrassed, Hajime nodded. “...Yeah. I didn't think about it. I'm sorry.”

The blonde huffed, seemingly slightly appeased by the apology. “I don't like seeing everyone else eye-fucking you like that, y'know?”

“What?! Eye-fucking?!” Hajime yelped.

Fuyuhiko ignored his response, leaning down to cup his boyfriend's face in his hands. “I don't want anyone else looking at what's mine, you got me?”

Hajime grasped his wrists gently. “Yeah, of course.”

“And another thing!” Fuyuhiko snapped, sitting up abruptly. “Warn me if you're gonna wear something this slutty ever again, because holy shit. I have never been so turned on so fuckin' fast.”

Eyes getting impossibly wider, Hajime stammered out a response. “T-Turned on…?”

“Obviously, dumbass,” his boyfriend grumbled. He sat fully on Hajime's hips, pressing their groins together, revealing how achingly hard his cock was. “When your tit popped out, it took all my goddamn willpower not to just jump you right there.”

Hajime felt all of his blood flow redirect to his dick and he shifted to readjust himself. “...Really? You like how I look that much?”

Fuyuhiko gave him a piteous look. “Hajime. With how often we fuck, I obviously think you're fuckin' hot. This outfit really cranked it up to eleven.” He raised himself up just enough to look down at Hajime's crotch. “I knew it, this outfit would be a disaster if you popped a boner at the party.”

Following his gaze, Hajime realized that his erection was painfully obvious, straining against the front of the bodysuit. The material stretched tight over his cock, showing every detail, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. He cringed at the thought of anyone else seeing it, but the way Fuyuhiko was staring at him made his dick twitch.

The yakuza heir gave a pleased chuckle and trailed his eyes up Hajime's body, back to his face. “Let me touch you.” It came out as more of an order than a request, but Hajime didn't care. He nodded eagerly.

Immediately, Fuyuhiko's hands were on him, trailing down his sides, squeezing his hips, then smoothing over his stomach and back up to his chest. He gently squeezed Hajime's pecs, kneading the soft skin before ghosting his fingers along the edge of the corset. He trailed one finger along Hajime's cleavage before dipping between his breasts for just a moment.

“Fuck, Hajime,” the blonde purred, still running his fingers over the other boy's bare skin. “I always knew you had nice tits, but damn.”

Hajime wasn't sure how to feel about the comment, but he was a little distracted by the feeling of his boyfriend touching him like this. Fuyuhiko gave his pecs another gentle squeeze before hooking his fingers into the top of the corset and yanking the fabric down just enough to free Hajime's breasts. Fuyuhiko made a pleased sound, trailing his fingers over the newly-exposed skin.

The brunette let out a soft moan as Fuyuhiko's fingers found his nipples. He had never cared much for playing with his nipples himself, but for some reason, having his boyfriend do it felt amazing. Fuyuhiko gently rubbed the pink buds, pinching and rolling them between his fingers.

“Does that feel good?” Fuyuhiko teased, gently tugging on Hajime's nipples. His boyfriend nodded, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. Chuckling, Fuyuhiko pulled a little harder, earning a sharp moan.

Leaning down, Fuyuhiko lightly touched his lips to Hajime's chest, ghosting along his skin. When he reached one nipple, he closed his mouth over it. He traced the stiff peak with his tongue before roughly sucking on it.

A strangled moan tore out of Hajime's throat. He reached one hand up to rest on Fuyuhiko's head, not sure whether he wanted to hold him in place or tear him away.

Fuyuhiko took his inaction as a good sign. He pulled off of Hajime's nipple with a wet pop before licking broadly over it. He switched to the other nipple, licking and sucking until it was just as hard and sensitive as the first. He gently scraped his teeth over the pert bud, teasing his lover.

Hajime was quickly becoming a moaning, squirming mess. He whined when Fuyuhiko pulled away from his chest, which made the smaller boy smirk. “You like it that much, huh?”

Too far gone to be ashamed, Hajime nodded emphatically. “Please,” he panted, “please keep going.”

The blonde bit his lip, chuckling low in his throat. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” He began moving further down Hajime's body, only stopping once he was hovering over his crotch. Hajime's cock was perfectly outlined as it strained against the fabric, precum seeping through.

Fuyuhiko leaned closer, letting his hot breath wash over Hajime's cock, making him shiver. The blonde started mouthing at his boyfriend's erection through the fabric, moaning softly. He lathed his tongue over the cloth, soaking it further, humming when the salty flavor of precum hit his taste buds.

Hajime let his head fall back against the mattress, moaning at the pleasurable sensation. His eyes closed and he fully focused on his boyfriend's hot mouth, licking and sucking him through the material of his bodysuit. It felt amazing, but he still would've preferred if Fuyuhiko was licking his bare skin.

As if reading his mind, Fuyuhiko grasped the hem of the costume and yanked it awkwardly to the side. The fabric had just enough elasticity to accommodate the motion, revealing Hajime's leaking cock to his lover's hungry eyes. Fuyuhiko licked his lips before lunging in, closing his mouth over the head of Hajime's dick and easily swallowing it to the hilt.

Gasping, Hajime buried his fingers in Fuyuhiko's short hair. As the blonde began bobbing his head up and down, Hajime moaned helplessly. Fuyuhiko's mouth always felt so good.

The yakuza heir started sucking him in earnest, bobbing his head rapidly. His tongue caressed the underside of Hajime's shaft, flicking over the head whenever he came up far enough. He moaned around his lover's thick cock and looked up at him through his long lashes.

Hajime gripped the sheets with his free hand, holding on tight as his boyfriend's mouth worked its magic. “Ngh, fuck, Fuyuhiko…!”

With a pleased purr, Fuyuhiko plunged down on Hajime's cock, taking him all the way to the hilt. His dick nudged the back of Fuyuhiko's throat, a feeling that always made Hajime throb with want. Instead of raising back up, the blonde just kept him there for a moment, throat constricting as he tried to swallow around his cock.

The taller boy's hips bucked helplessly, hitting the back of Fuyuhiko's throat harder than before, making him gag. The yakuza heir finally pulled away, coughing, making Hajime whine from the loss.

Fuyuhiko smirked at his boyfriend. “That good?” he asked, voice hoarse.

Hajime nodded, reaching for his lover, trying to direct him back to his dick. Chuckling, Fuyuhiko allowed himself to be pulled back down. He plunged the other boy's cock into his mouth, sucking much more aggressively than before. Hajime gasped loudly, arching off the bed as pleasure flooded his senses.

Moaning around his lover's cock, Fuyuhiko hungrily bobbed his head. He felt a sense of pride as Hajime writhed beneath him, toes curling and fingers desperately clutching the bedsheets. The power he had over the taller boy was intoxicating, and he couldn't wait to make him fall apart.

And honestly, Hajime was already on the edge. His hips bucked, chasing Fuyuhiko's mouth on every upstroke. His legs hooked around Fuyuhiko's shoulders, almost subconsciously, trying to pull him impossibly closer. “Hah… Fuck… I'm so close!”

His boyfriend gave an encouraging hum and continued sucking. Hajime gasped out another warning, hips trembling already. Moments later, his hips jerked forward and his cock pulsed, shooting his cum down Fuyuhiko's throat. The blonde happily swallowed every drop before pulling away.

Fuyuhiko licked his lips as he looked up at his lover. “Mmn, how was that?”

Hajime sat up, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He stared back at Fuyuhiko for a moment before lunging forward and kissing him deeply. When he finally pulled away, he replied, “That was incredible. You're so fucking good at that.”

Preening at the praise, Fuyuhiko climbed into his boyfriend's lap. “Hn, yeah? Well, if you want me to keep doing that, don't ever dress like this for anyone else again.”

“I won't, I promise,” Hajime replied, smiling softly as his arms curled around Fuyuhiko's waist.

“Good,” the yakuza heir shot back, sounding satisfied. He kissed him again, rougher than before, nipping at his lower lip. “Only I get to see you like this, you hear me?”

Hajime laughed, enjoying the feeling of his boyfriend getting jealous. “Okay. From now on, I won't let anyone see my chest.”

“Or your dick,” Fuyuhiko added.

“Or my dick,” Hajime agreed.

Finally appeased, Fuyuhiko pulled his lover into another kiss. He moaned into Hajime's mouth, pressing their bodies together, revealing that he was still rock hard.

The brunette broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against Fuyuhiko's. “Mmn, want me to take care of that?”

“You fuckin' better,” Fuyuhiko grumbled, rocking his hips into Hajime's. “I’ve been dying for you to fuck me ever since I saw that slutty outfit.”

Hajime chuckled, moving his hands to cup Fuyuhiko's ass. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I'll make it up to you.”

“Mmn, damn right you will.”

Sorry for the non-ending, but this was running long and it's Halloween lol. I hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you want a continuation, because I'm always down for more smut.

[tortadecereji]

So, me and my friend @megamispe rewatched Monters vs Alians lately. My first thought? Why not make a komaeda centred au based on that lol. My computer broke, so I haven't drawn all the characters, but here's some doodles.

I'm having lots of fun with this au, so ill probably post more of it later. (Feel free to ask me about it if you'd like!)

Also, check Mega's twitter account, she gave me a lot of ideas for this au!!

The story would follow the same line as the movie, except that I added some stuff, so here's about the characters for now if you'd like to know:

Nagito Komaeda: Pretty much the same thing that happens to Susan in the movie, except... he's Komaeda...

Nagito was supposed to marry Byakuya the day a large meteor hit him. Said meteor contained a large amount of radiation that Komaeda ended up absorbing at the impact. Of course, he survived the incident due to his luck.

However, the radiation began affecting his body during the ceremony, which caused his previously light brown hair to turn white and his height to increase unbelievably huge. With that the wedding has been ruined, the guests were scared for their lives, Byakuya was grossed out by him now, and a monster containment organization has been called to capture him. The only ones who did worry about Nagito were Sonia and Gundham, but they could do nothing to stop him from being captured. Komaeda blames himself and his luck for ruining what should be the happiest day of his life and convinced himself that no matter what he tried, his chances of having the loving family he always longed for would always be taken away from him.

Byakuya Togami: He's the heir of the Togami corporation—just like in canon— and was about to marry Komaeda more for status and money than love. Nagito's family was loaded and had control over many interesting businesses for Togami, that's why he chose to marry Nagito, who was the only person left in his family. But once the radiation took over Komaeda, Byakuya gave up on the idea instantly. He did not want to deal with a giant-sized Komaeda, thinking that would ruin his image and career. It's not like Nagito has his family's assets now that he's a monster, so he's not interesting to Byakuya anymore. (Togami is a fucking asshole in this au, I'm sorry, Togami fans)

Sonia Nevermind + Gundham Tanaka: They're Nagito's best friends. Since Nagito's parents are dead, they're the ones who always help him out, including at his wedding. They were the only ones who were more for Komaeda himself after the meteor episode. Gundham even tried to stop some of the soldiers from the organization, but that was in vain, he and Sonia were pulled out of the area as well as the rest of the guests.

Eventually, when the monsters get Mukuro's permission to leave the containment base, Komeada goes directly to Gundham and Sonia's house so they know he's okay. Both Sonia and Gundham don't mind his new form, they're just happy to have their best friend back safe and sound.

Bonus: Gundham says that Nagito has reached his true form and that he knew from the start that Nagito wasn't entirely human. Komaeda shrugged it off as he knows it's just Gundham's dramatic way of speaking.

Mukuro Ikusaba: She takes the role of R. Monger.

Mukuro is a very talented soldier who got promoted to be in charge of area fifty-something(yes, the same as the movie. I'm not creative), where the monsters are being kept. She's cold looking and very straight to the point, but she also has a soft spot for the monsters she takes care of. That being said, she goes on her way to make sure they're comfortable in their new forever home, even if they can't escape to the outside world due to how humans would react.

After some months after Nagito's containment, Mukuro received the information that a huge alien robot bear had arrived on earth and proved to be a threat as it was killing innocent people and causing despair all over the place. Mukuro convinced the government to use the monsters to fight the robot since not even the armed force could, and in exchange, the monsters could finally be free.

Needless to say that Mukuro cared a lot for them, so she was very nervous about this decision as they could get hurt or even die.

Chiaki Nanami: Chiaki is a werebat. She has been in area fifty-something since she was 15. She's now 23.

Nanami has been found by the monster containment organization with one of her wings broken, so it was easier for them to capture her. It was a scary experience, she hated it there, but things improved when she met the Ultimate Hope, who she only calls Hajime(or Izuru if he's in control), they got attached very quickly as they noticed they were both very lonely and had problems socializing with the others monsters in the facility.

When she was 18, Mukuro got her promotion. Chiaki was cautious about her at first, but that soon changed as Ikusaba showed the monsters genuine care. Mukuro even gifted Chiaki a portable game console, which led to Nanami hyperfixation on games.

Nanami got interested in Nagito almost instantly, when he got into the facility, because of her curiosity. She surely hadn't planned that, but after some months, she and Hajime had developed a very strong bond with the white-haired man.

Hajime/Izuru(Ultimate Hope): The Ultimate Hope was born from a failed experiment a mad scientist performed on his son—Hajime Hinata— when the boy was 5 years old to try and stuff all talents known in the child's brain. That resulted in the creation of Izuru, however, the scientist hadn't expected Hajime's memories and soul to still be alive after the experiment. The Ultimate Hope was captured by the monster containment organization right after said experiment when they ended up killing their father in a post-trauma rage assessment.

Hajime and Izuru, despite showing different personalities, are the same person. They have the same feelings, same memories, same body... if, somehow, they were to be split apart, it'd be similar to cutting off a body member.

Hajime and Izuru intercalate who's in control of their body depending on the situation, Hajime being more in control during social and support situations, and Izuru during situations that require a bit more logic. Usually, Hajime's the one in control and izuru appears as his shadow. The same happens when Izuru takes control, but Hajime's the one being his shadow.

As previously mentioned, they take interest in Nagito and decide to approach him alongside Chiaki.

Akane Owari: She's a werewolf. Surprisingly the most difficult one to capture.

Akane has been found in a small village scaring some villagers away so she could steal their food and bring them to her younger siblings.

The monster containment organization tried to capture her more than once, but she always escaped using her inhuman speed. She also put up a fight leaving many soldiers harmed, but never killed them. She has only been captured one day when she came back to her cave and couldn't find her siblings anywhere. She lost the will to fight and let herself be captured.

She still don't know where they are, and that worries her very much, but she allowed herself to enjoy her new life since she not only got free food in the facility, but also got along pretty well with the other monsters.

King Monokuma: It is a gigantic alien robot that Junko sent to earth, in Japan to be precise, to torment the humans and bring them despair. However, King Monokuma is merely a distraction from her actual takeover plan.

She knew that the robot bear would get the world's attention, having most of the countries send resources that they believed would help take it down, as King Monokuma was believed to be a menace not only to Japan, but to the rest of the world too.

Still, even with how strong the robot was, it was defeated by the monsters strangely easily.

Junko Enoshima: Junko is an alien that destroyed her own planet. She's completely in love with despair and wants every living being to feel it.

It's always the same plan, she sends one of her Monokumas to scare the inhabitants of the planet she chose, and kills a bunch of people, only sparing a few that she thought that'd make wonderful remnants of despair and make them destroy their home planet themselves...

She'd watch the chaos and also plan more despairing things to do with the planet's inhabitants, like different types of killing games, until she gets bored and went to the next planet.

But earth is a little special for her, as it would not be the first time she'd be there. This time, she's eager to see a certain soldier again, but not only that, she wants the amount of power that had been contained within Komaeda(of course she doesn't knows that he's the one who has been hit by that meteor...yet).

Bonus thingy: Hajime/Izuru and Chiaki teach Nagito how to feel love. The trio + Mukuro and Akane become a founding family!!!

[lightofraye]

Fine. If we shouldn't stan Danneel, then who SHOULD we stan?!

Hi anon!

I’m glad you asked.

Audrey Hepburn.

Why?

Where should I begin?

Did you know that she did what she could to help to resist the Nazis? She performed ballet to raise money to support the Dutch resistance. She worked, first by studying ballet at the Arnhem Conservatory, then with Sonia Gaskell in Amsterdam and then Marie Rambert in London. She also performed as a chorus girl in West End musical theatre productions.

She studied and then worked. All while surviving World War II, nearly dying of a severe infection, suffering from malnutrition, in the meantime.

Audrey did so well in her first starring film (she did do small roles beforehand) in the romantic comedy Roman Holiday that she was the first actress to win an Oscar, a Golden Globe Award, and a BAFTA Award for a single performance! She also won a Tony Award for Best Lead Actress in a Play for her performance in Ondine.

Later in life, she devoted much of her time to UNICEF, which she contributed to since 1954. Between 1988 and 1992, she worked in some of the poorest communities of Africa, South America, and Asia.

She once said: “The 'Third World' is a term I don't like very much, because we're all one world. I want people to know that the largest part of humanity is suffering.”

In October 1989, Hepburn and Wolders went to Bangladesh. John Isaac, a UN photographer, said, "Often the kids would have flies all over them, but she would just go hug them. I had never seen that. Other people had a certain amount of hesitation, but she would just grab them. Children would just come up to hold her hand, touch her – she was like the Pied Piper."

We should be turning our adoration to people like her. I hope it’s clearer now, anon.

[dirtsoilmulch]

long rambly post abt how i think bede and hop's relationship is because holy shit im the only person correct ever:

(asterisk this is only kind of sort of a ship analysis because i dont ship them in a normal way i ship them in a cool secret 3rd thing way)

during the plot, they dont Like each other. at all. like not even a little bit. even before bede was actively being a dick, hop got bad vibes from him anyway (half because of how he spoke to victor/gloria, half because hop's ego was the size of the sun in earlygame). and on bede's end, hop is a roadblock. just another competitor that he has to face off against. so why would he care? he's got one goal (to please chairman rose) and thats all he plans to do.

when the bede/hop battle plotpoint comes into play, its less of a pokemon battle and more of a fight. somewhere in one of the wild areas, kind of discreet so neither get into serious trouble over it. i always refer to this part of the game "the time when bede tells hop to kill himself" because thats what i feel is implied. bede calls him worthless, he calls him a terrible trainer, a stain on leon's reputation. things that dig deep, that fuck hop up astronomically. but i think its just because bede can see a lot of what he is in hop. they both had a goal. they both had someone who they needed to prove themselves to (leon or chairman rose). they gave it everything and more, sacrificed time and money and years to accomplish the one thing they couldnt ever do. i dont think hop can see the parallels they have yet. hes too in his head at this point

when bede is removed from the gym challenge, hop is a little conflicted. had he not gotten his team wiped prior, he would've been stoked about it. but he's more focused on himself now. he has bigger problems to worry about. bede is basically forgotten by him.

postgame (the playable content postgame) is a little different. i imagine it takes place a few months after the main plot does. bede has matured slightly, but he's still defensive as all hell. hop is more confused than he is upset. especially after seeing bede's success as the next fairy-type gym leader. because why him? why, after all bede has ruined and broken and messed with, did he get the chance and hop didnt? i doubt that hop ever wanted to be a gym leader (especially not fairy-type, he doesnt give that vibe). but if not a champion, he wanted to contribute somehow. its not fair to him that bede gets to and he doesnt (despite hop's lack of trying)

he's angry about it. angry enough that he breaks the radio silence between him and bede and confronts him about it. they dont battle this time (hop knew he wouldnt win anyway). it leads to an argument, though. one that leads bede to ask him why he's given up. why after all that effort, he's decided to just quit everything altogether.

following this is their second not interacting period. i imagine this is over the course of a few years. hop finally talks himself into becoming a pokemon professor. he prefers learning over copying anyway. he actually takes bede's advice, and goddamnit it actually worked.

so when research brings him and sonia to ballonlea, he finds bede again. he does his best to thank him for the wake up call. bede apologizes (though it doesnt Feel like an apology. hes so terrible at sounding genuine, even if he is) for basically psyching hop out of the championship altogether. and he tells him that had he not intervened, had that first "kys" battle never happened, that hop could've fought his own brother. maybe not a win. but he would still make it far.

hop cries over that. and with time, they're able to talk like normal people again. reminisce on the gym challenge, talk about what happened and why it happened. hop asks bede about the pokemon native to the glimwood tangle, bede asks hop about dynamaxing (and also tells the little knowledge he'd gotten from the chairman back in the day).

so do they date? no. not in a regular kind of way. my mind says it as a very casual, not set in stone or talked about qpr. they're around each other a lot, they end up caring about each other a lot. theres still that underlying pain from hop, he's learning to get over it. and there are some nights bede gets sentimental enough to apologize again.

nothing super romantical happens. they kiss like once, they hold hands occasionally. i dont think either of them are very physically affectionate. both are also asexual because i said so.

slightly more than friends. a bit less than lovers. just 2 people learning to work with the cards they were delt. 2 people who failed and support each other as they pick up the pieces.

huzzah.

[sissa-arrows]

The Tunisian lawyer Sonia Dahmani was arrested by the Moroccan authorities while on live TV.

Her crime? Saying that Tunisia has a deal with Europe to mistreat Black Africans to keep them from reaching Tunisia and then Europe. She mentioned how organizations who help Black migrants are criminalized and how Tunisia receives money (over 1 billion) to destroy the tents in which the Black migrants live and just make their lives a living hell to protect European borders. She called out the inhumane treatment and the racism against Black Africans by the Tunisian authorities which made them launch a warrant against her and the president order for it to be applied leading to her arrest while she was on live TV.

Earlier this week they also arrested Saadia Mosbah a Balck Tunisian activist who fight against racism and discrimination. Her crime? Complaining on social media about the racism she faced at work with people accusing her of helping Black migrants.

For those who don’t know, the Tunisian president who is supported by France and by Europe in general organized a coup to give himself all power in 2021. After his coup he started being vehemently anti Black spitting bullshit you hear from white supremacists in the West (most likely an attempt to win Europe’s support and support from racist Tunisians either way he is a racist piece of shit who deserves to die).

Tunisians gathered today in a wild protest to ask for the release of these two women and other political prisoners so keep an eye on Tunisia because when a dictator knows he is backed by the West he might do the most horrific shit.

P.S: Non Black people of color who love playing the lapdogs of white supremacy really are pieces of shit. They are just like Jean Messiha and other pieces of shit like him trying to get crumbs from their white masters. Anti blackness won’t give you a sit at the table. Unity is the only way toward freedom but some of y’all are too busy feeling superior.

[spittyfishy]

Just had to pay bills so congratulations you get a financial related HC question.

Of the Remnants of Despair (cannon and your v3 cast) who has the cheapest and most expensive outfit of each group?

Also your art is banging keep creating its super cool.

As thanks dancer! Your asks are always so sweet:)

Most expensive of both groups is for sure Sonia hands down lol, she’s always got the fanciest ball gowns money can buy and is dripping in jewels!

From the v3 remnants specifically I think Kirumi probably has the most expensive outfit, but it’s close between her, Angie, and Ryoma. Cheapest is easy for both groups, v3 it’s Gonta who’s just wearing the tattered remains of his hopes peak uniform and for the sdr2 kiddos I think it would go to Akane who also seems to just be in torn up clothes

[writingdespair]

I just read your cat like reader prompt and I'm hoping to request a continuation of it with Kirumi, Maki, Sonia and mahiru

Kirumi, Maki, Sonia and Mahiru with an S/O who has cat-like tendencies.

Kirumi Tojo

-With her calm and almost cold attitude she’s not one to play into your personality. Early on in the relationship it’ll feel more like she’s your servant rather than your partner. 

-Once the two of you make it though that awkward patch, Kirumi will be more warm and affectionate. She’ll pat the top of your head, hold you while stroking your back. Though these affections will only be seen behind closed doors. Kirumi cares deeply about your safety and her professional position.

-Kirumi isn’t very fond of your habit of climbing on top of furniture. It makes her worry. If she were to catch you somewhere high up, she’ll lightly chastise you. Telling you how you could’ve gotten hurt up there.

Being a maid, Kirumi comes across many boxes. She’ll be sure to offer them before tossing them out. She has even made a variety of blankets and pillows for when you decide to curl up somewhere.

Maki Harukawa

-In the early stages of her crush, she’ll treat you like you’re a burden. Scoffing at you, asking if you wanted to die when you brushed up against her body. Deep down she couldn’t fight the warmth she felt. Your friendliness was a bright and shining beacon in her otherwise depressing life.

-Maki wasn’t given much affection growing up. Your affectionate gestures and cuddling makes her very flustered. She’ll weakly threaten you, looking away as a blush covers her cheeks. She would reciprocate your affections in small doses; linking pinkies in an empty hallway, buying you a snack from the school store, or sitting close enough for your knees to be touching.

-Kokichi would tease the two of you all the time. “Aw, how cute. Maki’s little cat has her all soft now!” She’s about three more teasing remarks away from punching him in the throat.

-When you climb on top of something or hide away in a box, Maki just knows. She can somehow locate where you are like a sixth sense. She’ll tell you to be careful, but other than that you have free range of the counters. In the event you do fall, nine times out of ten she’ll be there to catch you.

Sonia Nevermind

-She thinks you’re just the cutest! Before the two of you were even together, she’ll pet and coo at you. Sonia would be the type to call your attention like she would a cat, she thinks it’s just too adorable. Your classmates were practically gagging at how sappy you guys were.

-Sonia takes any of your affection with open arms no matter where you are. She’ll pull you into her lap in the middle of class with no shame. Though if you were to ask for her to tone it down she will.

-With her almost sickening amounts of money, Sonia would buy you all the boxes you could ask for, including any pillows, blankets, or comforters you’d want. She cuddles up with you in a pile of blankets, leaving dozens of lipstick kisses on your forehead.

-Upon seeing you lounging somewhere high up, she’d panic. Asking for you to come down so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. If her asking won’t deter you from climbing up dangerous places, she’ll do her best to be there to catch you.

Mahiru Koizumi

-At first she’d find you pretty annoying, saying the way you acted was childish. She’d reprimand you for acting so silly. Something about the way you would laze about, ticked something off in her. Once getting to know you better, she’d still be on your case but more willing to let things slide.

-She prefers to keep affection in a more private setting, though if you were to be persistent she’d let you snuggle up to her. Mahiru is used to Hiyoko’s constant clinging, so you’d be another cuddly addition. 

-On the topic of the traditional dancer, Hiyoko would be pretty mean to you. Yelling about how you’re trying to take away Mahiru from her, berating you at any chance. It would take a small argument between her and Mahiru to see how much you mean to the photographer. From then on, she’d cling onto you as well, calling you her big sibling and asking you to help tie her kimono.

-While Mahiru is more lenient on your lazy habits, climbing onto things is not something she favors. “(Name)! Get down from there!” is something you’ll be used to hearing. She will try to climb whatever you’re resting on and drag you off. “Geez! Are you trying to get hurt?”

[pop90sblog]

I need help

I'm 33 years old and I've been working since I graduated from high school. Through the years, I managed to save some money, even though I've had some real tough times, even though I've had to economically help my family for a couple of years, even though I've been living by myself and paying rent for me and two amazing kitties since 2021. I had saved 7000 euros.

Unfortunately, things don't always go our way. I've been scammed through an Instagram advert that talked about a part time job to do at home. Actually it was just an illegal business, done through bitcoins and by unnamed and untraceable people. During the last couple of days I've lost all money I had saved in my whole life.

That's why I'm here, asking for help. I wouldn't if it weren't absolutely necessary. I'm ashamed, but I really need it. I know there are a lot more emergencies around the world right now, but this is mine. Thank you for reading this and thanks to everyone who will help.

[microwave-core]

The Leon Post

It’s my lesbianism and I get to pick the fictional man to obsess over

I don’t know where to start so I guess I’ll just throw whatever at the wall and see what sticks. Not that I don’t normally do that, but like, more than usual.

Simplest thing that comes to mind: Leon is tired. This man does his best to be a good influence, telling everyone to get a good eight hours of sleep each night. Meanwhile, he only gets about four or five hours on a good day. He’s busy so he goes to bed late, takes forever to actually fall asleep, and then wakes up early. He’s good at dealing with the lack of sleep, at least.

Or he usually is anyway. Every now and then, that sleep deficit catches up with him, leading to him conking out for about eighteen hours straight. The first time it happened, everyone was worried out of their minds because it was three in the afternoon and no one had heard anything from him. Eventually, they just had to send Raihan to his apartment to make sure he wasn’t dead or something.

Being bad at directions is a given, but my opinions on this are… conflicted. In general, he just has bad coordination (dyspraxic Leon is near and dear to my heart), so he does just get lost. That being said, I also think that Leon purposefully gets lost at times just to get a moment to himself. He doesn’t do it often, but sometimes he just needs a second to breathe.

Speaking of naturally getting lost, when that happens he kinda just wanders around until he sees someone he knows or, by sheer luck, ends up where he needs to be. If it takes too long for one of those two things to happen, he’ll resort to texting Raihan or Sonia, or anyone else that would be close by, really.

He loves his friends. He tells them that all the time. That’s it. That’s all I have to say about this. He would do literally anything to help those he cares about, and he goes out of his way to make sure they know that.

HOWEVER. Leon himself is absolutely terrible at reaching out for help. He’s supposed to be the best of the best, he’s not supposed to have problems or issues. So, he just bottles everything up, does his best to work things out by himself, and hopes that things don’t overflow at a bad time. Even when it’s obvious something is wrong, he will take forever to admit it. These things have to be pried out of him.

The whole Eternatus situation weighs heavy on him for several reasons, mainly because he wasn’t able to protect Hop and his friend, but also because it made a lot of people realize “oh, Leon has problems and really needs help” and he hates that. Again, he will deny needing help for as long as he can before caving. Deep down, he feels like asking for help makes him a burden on others, and no amount of reassurance will make him think otherwise.

Speaking on a lighter note, Hop. If there’s one thing I like more than Leon, it’s Leon and Hop. The Postwick bros are incredibly close, even if Leon can’t be physically around all that often. He calls home several times a week, talking to Hop and mum and his grandparents (and Purrloin), just checking in to make sure everything’s okay. He tries to visit whenever possible, but things get canceled often because his schedule suddenly fills up, and even when he makes it home he isn’t around for long.

But when he gets the time to actually stay for a day or two, without any league interruptions? He spends all day with his family. He plays around with Hop and Wooloo, and helps out with farm work, and helps his mum make dinner and deals with the dishes afterwards. He gives Purrloin plenty of scritches and tells all kinds of stories to his grandparents. He’ll even check in with Sonia and Magnolia if he gets the chance. It’s not much, but Leon takes what he can get. Also sends money home all the time.

And on the topic of family, Leon and Iris are cousins. I know that one screenshot of Masters where Iris says that they’re related is edited and not real, but they’re cousins. Canon is my bitch and it bends to my whims. And while we’re at it, he and Hop are descendants of Laventon. 

And because I’m already bending the canon because I said so, Leon and Sonia are still close friends. At least once a week, they get on a call for about 2-3 hours just to chat and catch up (and complain). Childhood friends from small towns are just built differently. I won’t dump all of my thoughts on this right now, but I will at least say that the two definitely grew up getting lost in the forest and hitting each other with sticks.

Let’s break more into the territory of friends/coworkers, gonna start quick firing some of these. He relates to Milo, country boy solidarity. Has high respect for Kabu and looked up to him during his gym challenge. Acts like an older brother to Bea and Allister. Get along fine with Opal, but neither of them can get a good read on the other. Also gets along fine with Gordie. Meloney reminds him of his mum. Oleana still kinda scares him. His feelings towards Rose are complicated.

Going in longer with some because I have more to say. Nessa is within his closer friend group, but she’s, like, a double friend of a friend. They’re both friends with Raihan and Sonia, so they end up hanging around each other pretty often as a result. She hates the cape.

Pretty good friends with Piers because big brother solidarity. They’re obviously pretty different people, but the kind of different that mesh well together. They organized a play-date for Hop and Marnie when they were much younger. Marnie bit Hop. Hop cried. Neither of them remember this. Leon also just likes his music.

Obviously, he’s close with Raihan because they’re rivals and all. They trash talk each other constantly, but there’s no hard feelings and it’s mostly just for show anyways. He tries more than anyone to break down Leon’s walls and help him with his issues, although the effort normally goes nowhere…

But Leon’s closest friend of all is, of course, Charizard. They’ve been together since the start, after all. Their dynamic is closer to that of brothers who annoy each other at times, unlike most of his other pokemon, where he’s more parental. Tends to drag Leon by his cape when he takes a wrong turn, and is also prone to begging for food. He always sleeps on the bed.

Okay, talking some more about his other pokemon. In general, he lets them roam around his apartment when at home. They’re well behaved for the most part. 

Dragapult likes to hide in the shadows and creep through walls, so it’s a good thing that Leon doesn’t get startled easily. Both Dreepy like to float around together and are usually tethered to Leon. Haxorus is a big ol’ baby who likes to be held, and she also likes to sleep on the bed. Aegislash likes to people watch and is also highly curious. 

Whichever starter ends up raising, he will baby, even when they’re fully evolved. He raises all his pokemon with tender love and care. But they won’t be his true baby, that’s Haxorus.

Leon loves his job, even if the constant excitement of battle and roaring crowds drain him, and he loves Wyndon dearly, but he can’t help but yearn for a simpler life, sometimes. He loves the charm of small, sleepy towns and the mundane, stability they bring. He just misses home.

SO, he planned on moving back to Postwick or even Wedgehurst if he were to ever lose  the champion title. Of course, that didn’t happen, because Rose did a little fuck up and turned himself into the police, so he was basically pushed into becoming the chairman in his place. It’s not what he planned, it wasn’t ideal, but he was happy for a change of pace, at least.

But I don’t think he would hold the chairman’s seat forever. I think he’d eventually step down, happy to let someone else take over in his stead and do Galar and her people good. And what do I think he’d do? Set up a bakery. That’s right, I just made you read everything before this just to read my Leon is a Baker Propaganda. 

Leon loves to bake. He didn’t pick up his mum’s cooking skills, but he’s got her baking skills on lock. Whenever he has an off day (or just can’t sleep at night), he’ll whip something up just for the hell of it. That being said, he doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth, so he normally gives the baked goods to his family or friends. He has texted people at 3am asking if they wanted a loaf of pumpkin bread and refused to elaborate. 

Let me tell you, if you’ve never really made headcanons for characters before, sometimes you conjure one up that just, like, festers. It just keeps growing as you put more and more thought into it. That’s what baker Leon is to me, because now all I want is for him to step down as the chairman and open a quaint little baker in Wedgehurst, spending the rest of his days in peace.

It’s such a funny image, too. Imagine walking into a bakery in a small town and the owner was one of the strongest champions the world had ever seen, and he ends up being one of the sweetest people you’ve ever met. Then he sells you a loaf of bread, and it’s out of this world. Incredible. Anyways, sorry for cringe posting, let’s move on.

Leon doesn’t have too many hobbies because work and training takes up so much of his time, but he does spend a good deal of time working out. It’s good stress relief for him, an outlet to blow off some steam. It also gives his team a break, which they more than deserve. In general, he is pretty damn strong. He’s not on par with Milo or anything, but he can pretty easily move, like, furniture and whatnot. He can easily pick up all of his pokemon and cradle them like babies, no sweat. 

I like to think that Mustard’s Dojo doesn’t just teach pokemon battles, but also, like, regular fighting. I choose to believe that Leon’s been taught to throw a punch. Probably owns a punching bag and gets some pretty good use out of it.

He also likes to read. He has plenty of books at home in Postwick, and even more within his own apartment. When he has a slow day and his social battery is completely drained, He’ll curl up on the couch and read something. Fast reader, too, the kind that can get through a pretty thick book in a day if he finds it interesting enough. Fantasy is his favorite genre. He’s also smarter than people give him credit for.

Always wanted to play an instrument when he was younger, but didn’t have the time. He tries to pick the guitar up after becoming chairman, but it takes him a while to get the hang of it because he’s not the most dexterous. When he’s more skilled, he totally jams with Piers.

His apartment doesn’t have a ton of decoration. It’s not a male living space or anything, his mum raised him right, but it’s not super interesting. Except for the hats. My god, the hats. He has at least an entire wall covered in them, not counting the one’s stationed in Postwick, and he just keeps collecting. He also really likes collecting patches. 

Not very good at video games. Never has been, and probably never will be, but he does like playing them with other people. He’s naturally competitive, but he’s also a good sport, so he won’t complain when he loses. He typically prefers co-op, though. I think he would really like Pikmin. I’m not projecting, he told me himself.

Massive nerd. He would absolutely love DnD if he ever had the time to play. When he and Sonia were younger, they’d reenact all kinds of fairytale and mythological scenes that they memorized by heart. It was pretty hard to do with only two people, but they made do. When Hop got a bit older, they involved him, too.

I don’t know if this makes sense, but he feels like “the generational gap between me and my friends who are of the same age” when it comes to his relationship with Raihan, and also Nessa and Sonia to a lesser extent. Which is not to say that he’s out of touch. Sorry if this didn’t make sense I just needed to write it out.

His alcohol tolerance is pretty high. He’s Galarian, after all. Doesn’t drink all that often, much less get drunk, but when he does he gets very touchy. He’s already a pretty affectionate guy by default, but when he’s drunk he’ll practically drape over the nearest person. Terrible with hangovers, but he at least gets some halfway decent sleep when he eventually passes out.

Also as a Galarian, he is a tea drinker, but he also drinks coffee. Coffee is his drink of choice in the morning, tea is his go to later in the day. He would probably drink his coffee black, because he doesn’t really care for sweet things, and I think he would like ginger tea. I’m not sure if I really feel that way or if I just have ginger tea on the mind because of the sheer amount of ginger I have in Sleep, but, uh, you didn’t ask. 

Okay, more romantic things. His love language is physical touch and quality time. He’s naturally a touchy-feely person. He often places a hand on another's shoulder, gives out the best hugs, and is a huge cuddle bug. His free time is pretty scarce, so he revels in what time he has to be around his loved ones.

When I put him in the wife guy (affectionate) section on my wife alignment chart, I knew what I was doing. Mans absolutely adores his partner. Just like Cynthia, he would totally be like “I love my girlfriend/boyfriend with my whole heart and soul” in interviews, and everyone makes posts like “get you a man who loves you as much as Champion Leon loves his partner”. Also, bi king.

He’s vocal about his love, but he also goes to great lengths to keep his love life private. He doesn’t get much privacy, and would prefer to keep the press out of his more intimate life if at all possible.

His favorite pet name is pumpkin. 

Lowkey repressed. He didn’t get into many relationships during his teen years because he wasn’t really allowed to explore parts of himself due to being champion, so he’s not very experienced. Tries his best, though.

Listen, Leon is literally THE quintessential pokemon protagonist. He comes from a home with an absent father whose absence is never brought up, goes on a journey at the age of ten with a very traditional starter, blows everyone out of the water and is a cut above the rest due to being a freakishly good protege, and becomes the champion.

BUT THEN he has to deal with the fallout that comes with becoming the champion at such a young age. His formative years were on display for everyone to see, wasn’t really allowed to be a kid or grow up at his own pace, and couldn’t be around his family or childhood friend as much as he would have wanted to be.

And ultimately, the only person that could stand up to him, the one to dethrone him, is another protagonist, the only other person viewed as a freakishly good protege who just seems to be a cut above everyone else. And when he loses, he just… accepts it. He moves on, and seems happier in doing so. Fucking king behavior..

[ddarker-dreams]

reading crime and punishment rn and i cant help but think what are chrollo's thoughts while reading this...he probably think he could do better and is confused with raskolnikov's guilt

this ask has me rolling up my sleeves . dostoevsky and chrollo in the same ask?? i'm running at top speeds.

i think the start of crime and punishment would make chrollo nostalgic, in a way. bring him back to the inception of the phantom troupe and when he first departed from meteor city. there are some interesting parallels between raskolnikov and a younger chrollo. both were intellectuals, impoverished, and aware that to obtain great accomplishments, they'll have to do things typically shunned in society's eyes.

i'm reminded of the line chrollo told uvogin after finding sarasa's corpse:

it's a melancholic mood, a begrudging acceptance, not delighting in the carnage that is to come.

maybe it's a stretch, but raskolnikov (at least at the start of C&P) and little chrollo are both somewhat adhering to nietzsche's übermensch concept. that an extraordinary being cannot be held to the same standards we hold others. in raskolnikov's case, he frequently compares himself to napoleon in seeking to justify his murder of the two women, best exemplified in this monologue here:

It was like this: I asked myself one day this question—what if Napoleon, for instance, had happened to be in my place, and if he had not had Toulon nor Egypt nor the passage of Mont Blanc to begin his career with, but instead of all those picturesque and monumental things, there had simply been some ridiculous old hag, a pawnbroker, who had to be murdered too to get money from her trunk (for his career, you understand). Well, would he have brought himself to that if there had been no other means? Wouldn’t he have felt a pang at its being so far from monumental and… and sinful, too? Well, I must tell you that I worried myself fearfully over that ‘question’ so that I was awfully ashamed when I guessed at last (all of a sudden, somehow) that it would not have given him the least pang, that it would not even have struck him that it was not monumental… that he would not have seen that there was anything in it to pause over, and that, if he had had no other way, he would have strangled her in a minute without thinking about it! Well, I too… left off thinking about it… murdered her, following his example."

the main difference between the two would be how they act after their respective murders. raskolnikov is burdened with guilt and anxiety to the point of being feverish, clearly incapable of committing such a deed again. we haven't seen chrollo's reaction after he killed for the first time, but seeing the person he went on to become, i'll infer any guilt he felt the first time (if any at all) was nowhere near as debilitating.

sonia brought raskolnikov back to his humanity after he strayed from it, chrollo had no such centering force. the nascent phantom troupe was willing to accept chrollo's methods. perhaps if sarasa was alive, she could've served the same purpose sonia did to raskolnikov, but we'll never know for sure.

imo, that'd be chrollo's main takeaway from the story. entertaining the various what-ifs.

[plaindangan]

(Cowede stupid brain woke them up way too early and way too "unrested" so might as well re-ask all the asks that are now gone)

Part 2 of the "miu turns herself into android miu and decide to be the freaking best and never ever stop anything, always bigger, better, sexier, miuer" (you may want to reread part 1, and as a reminder 10 parts are prepared in my mind and ready to be thrown whenever the previous one is responded too) also I know you tend to dislike when I write long asks which are a bit too detailed cos u feel like you have a checklist and it stresses you ? But bear with me for that one ok ? I kinda need to write down right now.)

Alright sooo! Mecha miu’s first real challenge ended up being a bit of a dull! Not only did kokichi called her mid (she may not remember what was said, only thing mattering ? She didn’t hear him calling her a godess and it’s a freaking SCANDAL) BUT also when the battle, the war that is sex with his omega sized shlong came, she lost against it for hours and hours on end, only to win a technicallity but so much tired it took her 50 hours of sleep (which she hates)

Luckily for the self proclaimed galaxy sized ego trash talking "mama" internet did have her back, and she won over a million gooners, and of course ? The only other thing almost as good as herself and sex, MONEY~ dollars, moulah, dineros. God being so rich is such a girl(for now) hard on~

Buuut since she’s now the top 1 best bitch in the whole world (self proclaimed) as well as the richest motherfucker around (nope sonia is still a thing and I’m pretty sure junko owns like… the continent ? Probably) with the best biggest set of tits (debatable, have you SEEN akane and kaede’s juggs ?. And once again, junko) she deserve matching company~! She wants an entourage that will scream "I’m the freaking best" and that if possible isn’t just a bunch of quickmade army of robots she’ll all call Garry.

She wants big, she wants strong, she wants the best.

So when kirumi enters the sight, miu brain’s cum on the spot~

It’s a well known fact that the GOLEM OF A MILF OF A MAID is Thiccer than genetically possible, can like, lift the entire planet (once again, miu’s brain, yet not even that farfetched?) and maaaay be the only person in her class who doesn’t need to look up to see mecha miu’s face and who can actually see it instead of a massive pair of jugs that block the view. Plus she’s soooo cold unemotional and sexy she makes actually not showing skin so HAWT, and don’t even get miu started on how PUFFY is her dress, just how huuuuge is she? Damn miu wouldn’t mind being her broom for all life… BUT MECHA MIU AINT NO BITCH (well she is, but she’s the freaking best!) and she ain’t gonna submit to no one~ and she knows one thing for sure, is that the godamn russian actual weapon megalith of a maid (who’s actually just Japanese. Teeeechnically prime minister in secret but Not a weapon but a human made of flesh and bones, but try explaining that to a drooling panting awooga eyes going mecha miu) RESPECT ONE THING ABOVE ALL: the power or a freak load of cash~ and with infinite wealth mecha miu ponders on one thing~… how much money will she throw away at her before kirumi’s corrupted to the ideal equally trash talking, rude, coldest and unemotional but as perverted as mama, dressing even more provocally than the mechanized menaced, and solely focused on giving miu the greatest life ever to the point where no one else matters in the whole godamn universe (as long as she continues showering the maid in ungodly amounts of money) and even maybe let miu experiment a shit ton on her body and make her the MK-2 mega bot-woman/wife/secretary/fucktoy/momma/mistress/pig/slave/goddess/whatever miu fucking needs at any moment with no regard for her previous role even if it came out 2 seconds before and it was drastically different because all for miu ?

( Long intro done tldr : corruption based ask (in like… 5 step ? Can be shorten, or on the contrary make more if you have ideas) that takes kirumi (she’s like canon kirumi, but beeeeg and while just as nice and serviceable, way more fucking cold (which makes her more hot) into miu’s fantasy of the perfect maid who will be solely focus into inflating miu’s ego even more and make her live the ridiculously gaudy trashy life she freaking deserves through the sheer power of MONEY.)

(If possible, no major shift in personality, from the get go kirumi is a terminator that doesn’t express much feelings, but get the job done perfectly always, just she doesn’t have favorites, she’s polite, listen to others, and the fully corrupted is just as cold, but way more crude and rude, dresses like miu likes without miu even needing to tell her, mechanized too, and doesn’t care about anything else but her owner and the money she gets from her, and spoils her owner so bad and does everything so perfectly for her miu’s brain sometime shut off entirely because why would she need it when kirumi’s around(if someone else gives them a request than their mistress ? They better be ready to get trash talked and ego crushed so bad they’ll die on the spot 10 times in a row) )

(You know me and my tastes, don’t hesitate to go over the top when it comes to the rude and lewd dialog, stuff like expressions, definition of body sizes, how much of a open menace of a galaxy sized ego and lust miu is. Unlike the kokichi one (not saying it wasn’t amazing) have miu actually win and fill her half robot ego even more)

(AND MOST IMPORTANTLY : have fun! I know lately we don’t talk much and you’re focused (good for you you seem to be enjoying it!) on the island asks. So maybe this is less interesting, if there are stuff in this ask you don’t want to do, don’t hesitate to come and talk to me in dm’s you halara gendered queen/king and a massive warm Cowede hug to do with pure genuine thoughts, because it just feels nice!))

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Miu will never doubt the power of SIMPS ever again~

Don't get her wrong...the first fuck of her life after upgrading herself to her mecha goddess form was one she'll never forget (or ever not long for. Seriously, why the fuck was that gremlin's cock so damn hung and why was he good at using it?!!!) and she'll always cherish it...

But being the goddamned bottom bitch again wasn't why she burnt all the cash to be in this body now was it?!!!

OF COURSE NOT!!!

The new Miu - The Perfect Miu was at her best when she had people worshipping her, applauding her, bowing to her greatness and sending her money. Lot's of money. More money than any average joe would ever see in their lifetime!!! And the quickest way for that? Only Fans!!!!!~

Once she began uploading pics and videos of herself, the dough began to flood in like crazy!!! Because, as she obviously anticipated, loads of people went crazy from a tall, hot, blonde (literal) bombshell, cyborg GF whose cybernetic hips looked as if they could milk about ten cocks a minutes if they were to PLAP down without care or hands they could vibrate their cocks to a white sticky mess almost as good as a pussy could~ Though, honestly, just being a cyborg was enough for the Internet to give her the love and admiration she craved!!! She was lined up for interviews, tech companies that wanted to know how she did it, sponsorships who were eager to plaster her name out for their brands to benefit from this bionic beauty!

She had it all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...So...what's wrong? She did achieve her dream, she got what she wanted, so what was missing? Well, as she came to realize, as great as this fame was...it was kind of lonely without anyone else she knew not being with her. She's been so damned busy being the bestest, perfect, mind numbingly awesome, bitch there was she...kinda didn't have anyone else from the V3 class to rely on. N-n-not that the PERFECT Miu Iruma truly needed them!!!!

It's just...nice to have some people around from time to time. That's all!!

But, most importantly, it's nice to have people around from time to time...especially, once they were on her level! Emphasis on 'on her level'.

And, of her batch, who could reach that but someone in similar body-type: like Kirumi? Seriously, she was pretty much just a fully organic version of Miu at the moment. Taller than freaking average (6"8 ft), muscley arms and abs hidden underneath that damningly deceptive maid dress, and on that note? You know what it was failing to hide? Why, Kirumi's shirt straining, mouth-wateringly, magnificently, massive, milkers!!!! And that ass, oh Godddddd, that ass!!! Miu was convinced that darn Russian maid must have been using every last cent she drained from the balls of her clients to get a booty the size of a mini-van on her....but nope!!! Hacking into her medical records, seems like it was all natural!!!

...Which made Kirumi the perfect woman to bring into to the Miutourage!!!! Just think about it?! Bimbo Bionic Bod, MILF Mecha Maid? They'd be an unbeatable combo!!

And it should easy to just wink and Kirumi would-

"No." said the maid. Cold and to the point.

"Oh fuck off I didn't say shit yet!!!" whined Miu.

"You don't need to say anything for me to know it will be something ridiculous." Kirumi said dismissively. Currently, she was handling a broom and gently dusting at the floor.

"Tch, fine!!!! So will ya listen if I request something?" Now that had the robotic-acting maid pause, ears perked.

"Perhaps."

"Greedy-ass bi-I mean...look. As it stands I am the epitome of perfection!!! But, that being said, it has come to my notice that I need...someone to assist with helping to enhance said perfection. As such, I am willing to pay you quite a lot in order to be by my side until further notice. As in 'six figures' a lot~ You in?"

...

"Make it seven figures."

"WHAT?!!! I-I don't have that kin-"

"There are billboards with you ranging from eating cheap ramen to lingerie. You have more than enough money to cover myself for a long period of time."

"......Frigging hustler. FINE!"

"Then we have a deal - I'll write a contract to set it in stone."

"Fiiiiine....butalsoFYII'mgonnahavetodoafewmindnadbodyalteringexperimentsonyousojustsoyouknowSEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAA!!!!" with that Miu skedaddled, letting it sink in to Kirumi that she might be in for one helluva time.

...

"...Oh dear."

-

And thus, we get to the present.

"--Fucking Hell what a day." Miu grumbled. She's been on the road since 6 AM doing "Perfect Mecha Goddess' stuff and was utterly beat. Currently, she had stripped naked and was just lying in bed. Frustrated and in need of some relief.

"The 'fucking usual', Mistress Iruma?" A shark-like smile appeared on Miu's face as the relief of the hour came to her.

Behold the new Kirumi - one most suitable to be the first of the Miutourage.

Naturally, she was enhanced to a certain someone's specifications.

Replacing her arms were pretty much gauntlets that would get anyone to think twice about questioning her. Though on her hands her maid gloves seem to persist.

Her hair had been grown out until those silky sheets reached down to her thighs.

Those cold unfeeling green eyes? Replaced with icy-blue cybernetic ones that were constantly heart-shaped!!

Her washboard abs were in full on showcase mode - mostly thanks to Kirumi rocking about in what seemed like only a black lace bra and a matching thong!

Her hips seemed to have the most work down to them as her thighs were now equipped with sleek, silver metal, making it look as if she was wearing some sort of knight's armor instead.

Lastly, to note, she was rocking dark-green lipstick and matching eyeshadow. Well, okay, that and a new spiderweb tattoo over her aforementioned milkers - can't get rid of her old aesthetic after all~

"You know what I like...get to it!!! You don't get paid per week for nothing after all~"

"Fine. Conducting the 'Pussy-Annihilating Orgasmic Fondling'...yet again on your needy whore-ass. You are truly an utterly useless sex addict." said Kirumi in the same polite, if cold, tone she always had...if the only thing really changing was her harsh language to Miu.

What most wouldn't know is that Miu modified Kirumi's vocal chords to emit a soundwave that absolutely rocked Miu's brain to its core with pleasure for every insult Kirumi threw at her. Because what good is a prim and proper maid to someone that wants the world to embrace its raunchiness?~

Speaking of raunchy, time for the Kirumi's 'service' to her Mistress. Removing her gloves. underneath was seemingly a flesh hand...only in seconds it turned into quite the vibrator. Big, thick and no surprise on who it's gonna be used for~

"Brace yourself...I feel like taking my time." With impressive speed, Kirumi shove the vibrator into Miu's already dripping snatch. Much to her howling, moaning, delight!!" "F-f-f-f-fuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkk yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!!! O-oi,,, get with the tit massageeeeeeeeeee!!!" Miu ordered snapping her fingers.

"Again, that costs extra."

"I DON'T CAAAAAAAAAAREEEEEEEE!!!"

"As you desire, you cum-brained skank. How many times this week have I done this to you? I'm surprised your brains haven't been reduced to a pink mush. But I suppose no matter what: you don't care. So long as you have the world's eye, using your own peer as a living vibrator to get off on is nothing to you. You truly are a shameless piece of vapidness, aren't you? You filthy, degenerate, goddamned, bimbo flaunting, high maintenance, slut!~" Kirumi said curtly, mentally turning up the vibrator to absurd high levels as she fucked the horny inventor. Although her tone tried to remain even, Kirumi couldn't help but slip by the end. Of how much she was enjoying this treatment as well. After all, if she was getting paid millions just to be used by a the world's horniest inventor goddess - wouldn't you take some pride in your position too? (It also didn't help that she turned her other arm into a vibrator too and was getting herself off to the situation - Mistress never said she couldn't after all~)

"YESSSSSSSS, BIIIIIITCHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!!!!" Miu said in delight, her entire mansion filled with her screams of passion. Her screams of utter victory for herself. At yet another highlight as to why SHE was clearly worthy of having the titles of Goddess in this world~ After all, who else but a Goddess could modify a human so thoroughly and be able to induce carnal pleasure like this?!! Who else but a Goddess could replicate a perfect 'upgrade' not once, but twice? Who else but a Goddess could turn someone else into a perfect servant to suit their needs down to the T?~

That's right...

No one, but her~