#Cause people always do covers and shi

[emeraldsk]

Me, realizing Mario's Madness is pulling for my attention: Okay okay geez I'll draw Ultra M or torn apart Girlfriend or somethin-

The SMG4/Puzzles obsession: NO STOP NOOOOO *Grabs me and yanks me away*

My previous/incoming MM obsession; NO WE WANT HER NOW YOU FUK OFF

I'M SCREAMING LISTENING TO ALL STARS WITH LYRICS BY JUNO SONGS AND GOJI I THINK THEY'RE NAME IS AAAAAAAAA

Like UUUGH I wanna draw M or GF but my stupid obsession is shoving Puzzles at me and I just I CAN'T-

...

Wait holy hell writing this gave me an idea.

Mr. Puzzles as Ultra M.

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Hang the funk on haNG ON YOOOOOO-

[specsthesecond]

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This time, you're roused from sleep by the sound of deep snoring coming from the orc under you. You blink away sleep and adjust slightly on the orc's massive chest, resisting the soothing lull of his slow breaths tempting you back to sleep.

He has an arm around your back, unconsciously keeping you against his chest. You lean up on your elbows, as much as you can manage at least, to gaze at the sleeping giant. You never thought the word pretty could possibly be used to describe an orc, but when you see the way his eyelashes flutter in sleep, you second guess that notion entirely.

His stubble is scruffy and unkempt just like his hair but it doesn't look dirty. His pitch black mane looks so soft you want to run your fingers through it and that fleeting thought shocks you so much you almost fall off the orc's chest.

Luckily, he seems to be a rather deep sleeper, he only mumbles something in Orcish and pulls your body closer to him in his sleep. You try desperately to ignore the fire his touch lights under your skin. You're actually not sure if you've ever been this close to someone else before, and that thought makes you unreasonably angry. You're not some puritan who shies away from bodily desires. You've just never been good at getting close enough to people to experience it. Nobody chooses to live alone in the woods if they're good with people.

You adjust your hands under you, moving your open palm to where his heart should be. You feel the steady movement of his chest going up and down and it dawns on you, you've never really known what it's like to have a warm, breathing body next to you.

And just like that, the ugly inkling that's been haunting you all these years is confirmed, you do crave intimacy. No matter how much you ignore it, you're weak and lonely. Hell, you're so desperate, you'd seek out the touch of an Orc of all beings!

You feel one pathetic tear well up and you quickly wipe it away. Your fingers lightly brush his soft tunic, seeking heat from the warm skin just underneath. You place your palm flat, letting his heartbeat soothe you again. Your fingers trace the hem of his tunic, where the white cotton meets his hair-covered green chest.

The feeling in your fingers has returned, just enough to really feel how soft his skin is. You slowly trail your fingertips up to where his stubble begins on his throat. This type of intimacy is so distant from what you know that it causes another pang in your heart.

You lightly brush the bristly hair, you'd always thought orcs would have abysmal hygiene but his stubble feels clean, if unkempt. There isn't much reason to shave or look presentable when you live alone in the woods, you know that much. Your eyes follow the trail up past his chin to his lips, way too soft-looking for an orc. You get a closer look at the carvings on his tusks but it doesn't help you discern what exactly the carvings depict or what they mean. Your eyes flick up, back to his pretty lashes and meet his dark brown irises, they glow so nicely in the fireligh-

Shock electrocutes your body and you jolt away from him with a speed like lightning. You stare wide-eyed at his very awake self and embarrassment runs through you like you've never felt before. He sits up, clearly startled at the speed you jumped away from him. You can't look at him, the concern in his eyes only mortifies you further. You desperately look around the room for anything else to focus on and you spot the rest of your clothes still on the rack next to the hearth.

You stumble to your feet, a numb pain still gnaws at your muscles but it feels just like the pain of a long hike, almost familiar. You reach for your two pairs of thick socks and start pulling them on one by one. The orc, still sitting on the floor, only seems to realize what you're doing when you start slipping your snow boots on. He springs up and heads to the kitchen, where you hear clattering and water boiling. You slip on the rest of your clothes, tucking everything in super tight for extra protection. A good while must have passed because even your fur coat is completely dry, you drape it over your shoulders, followed lastly by your thick scarf. You walk a few laps in front of the hearth, stretching out your unused muscles for the trek back home. When you think you're ready to leave, you awkwardly stand in the middle of the living room, gaze flicking from the front door to the kitchen.

Why are you waiting? You shouldn't even be here. You take only one step towards the door when the orc comes back with a flask in his hands. He rather bluntly holds it out for you to take and you do. Looking from him to the flask, you open it to catch a scent of what's inside. As you guessed, it was the spicy honey tea he had served you before, you close the lid tight before your mouth starts to water.

You look up at him, unsure of what to do or say. Neither of you have said a word to each other, You don't expect him to know Human Common and you guessed he doesn't expect you to know Orcish. You decide on nodding your head low, in what you hope comes across as an expression of appreciation. Apparently it does because he nods back to you with an expression you don't really understand, like he wants to smile but he's sad.

He steps outside with you, you can tell even through the clouds that it's daytime now and you once again wonder how long you spent cuddled up with this orc. He walks out into the snow and leads you to the edge of the little clearing around his home. He points in the direction you need to go, apparently trusting that you can find your way back. You definitely can, and you appreciate his acknowledgement of this, nodding to him once more before walking off into the woods, eager to get back home.

You only look back once, when his stone cottage is almost out of sight, he stands on the veranda, watching you leave and for some reason you find it endearing. He's truly just letting you go, after saving your life, feeding you and giving you shelter he's really not going to ask for anything in return?

You sigh to yourself, knowing it will weigh heavy on your conscience if you don't do something for this kind stranger in return.

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[bunnyinvanilla]

purposefully teasing price when the bars busyyy🫣 bending over the tables at the bar insisting that you’re just trying to scrub a stubborn spot on the table. maybe leaning too close against the bar and the customers can’t help but stare. And John is pissed at them, not his baby of course. Wearing a little Henley with a lace cami and the tiniest skirt aahahhhhh

oh my gosh im absolutely feral over this, love this request sm help me im short circuiting—

🍓| warnings: slightly suggestive and smutty, fem!sugar baby reader, sugar daddy!bar owner price, he’s in is 40s and reader is 21, LAARGE age gap cause it’s my fav thing, lolie.

you are the subbiest bunny to daddy!price, a blushing, obedient good girl that shies away from every single glance, word and action of his — he’s so dominant and authoritative, you get like putty in his hands :(( but every once in a while, you decide to use your innocence against him.

the bar’s veery busy, swarming with people and huddled with costumers, you and price haven’t even had time to be loveydovey yet :,(

wearing the new cutest little Henley shirt, with lace cami and a lil ribbon in the middle, and the tiniest, shortest skirt in your wardrobe, you serve drink after drink, walking carefully to prevent yourself from tripping on your heels.

price looks at you from the counter, leaning over it and keeping his eyes steady on you, as if he was studying the target’s every move on the field — he notices the way you bend over the few empty seats, slightly lifting a heeled foot up as you try and scrub a beer stain on the surface, and his eyes can’t help but fall on you bottom, the way it’s barely covered by the material, and it always happens to face towards his direction.

his hand grips the glass hard, the veins of his hand bulging at how tight he’s holding it, and he has to contain himself because if he breaks it, you’ll have more work to do.

or when you lean over the bar, too close to the costumers for his liking. He knows you’re an innocent, good girl, you’d never play around with fake flirting with others, because you find it immature and unfair. But you’re so damn sweet and polite — gosh, always smiling nicely at costumers and casually chatting with them, they’re naturally drawn to you, the sunshine of the bar.

when you lean closer to hear their order over the loud 70’s rock music, their eyes wander, and price wished he could hold them by their collar and escort them outside, kicking them out just for looking at you a way he didn’t approve.

oh, but you notice the effect you have on him, it makes you blush, giggle girlishly to yourself, the way he stands like a hawk, shamelessly staring at you while he seeps his drink — knowing you’re his, and he has you all to himself.

you often pretend to stumble on your own, while carrying a light tray, just as you walk past by so he can wrap his arm around your waist and catch you, helping you balance yourself. “ooopsie, sorry, sir” you blink sweetly, smiling at him and strolling away towards the table, his eyes fixed on that damn mini skirt that he doesn’t know wether to love or hate.

when he finally decides to take a seat on a stool, a tactical seat to keep a keen eye on the entire room, facing the crowdy tables, you decide to play a lil game — you need your notebook that’s laying next to him, so why not bend over his lap, stretching to grab it, giving him a full close up view of your butt?

but he’s had enough. He grabs you harshly by the waist, tugging close until you almost trip for real this time, and find yourself plopped onto his lap.

“im done with your little games, sweetheart, quit playing” he mutters against your ear, lowly, deeply and roughly “practically begging daddy to take you, mmh, doll? you’re having fun?”

you shiver at the threatening voice, and you look at him innocently, but before you can say anything, he gives your hips a warning squeeze. “stop teasing me or you’ll end up being spanked here, on the counter, and you know I’ll do it.”

[iamlostsomewhereinthegarden]

Took me a while because I literally did everyone lol, so here we have:

Obey me characters and their fashion styles Pt. 2

Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shi- This is part 2 as there is the stupid 3 gifs/images per post limit

Pt 1.

Solomon

Only has one proper fit in his closet that he put together everything else was bought and put together for him by Asmo

Has little interest in fashion and with the years blurring by in his human mind has lost track of what is actually fashionable so can't really dress properly outside of suit and tie events since there isn't much variations in that

Always in something that covers his body because he dislikes showing off his pact marks and whatever scars he has on his body

Despite this all his clothes are breathable and doesn't overheat him, he overheats often very easily and just uses magic to seem unbothered but he wears breathable clothing to avoid one more chore

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking like a damned hot mess never let him actually dress you, let him put in opinions and give out ideas but never let him actually dress you!

Diavolo

On par with Lucifer with the fact that he can only dress formally properly as he's been having to do it forever

His difference is that casual clothing (on the rare occasions that is) is a mix of Lucifer's casual and Solomon's fashion sense because he doesn't get to dress casual often and refuses to let Barbatos find something suitable for him to wear

Really likes themed clothing though and will try and force Lucifer or even push Barbatos to wear matching clothing with him Mephibfrebchd wishes he could be like that with Diavolo

Compared to Solomon though Diavolo is more on the cringe leaning side and will gladly look like a pair of dads with Lucifer and wear Hawaiian shirts with khakis

Even with his bad fashion sense it's hard to make fun of him or even tell him it sucks because what do you mean you're gonna bully someone who rarely ever gets the freedom to be chill and choose his own stuff and rarely gets a chance to wear these crappy casual clothing? WHAT DO YOU MEAN??????

Let him dress you and you'll come out wearing some matching cringe shit with him, yes it's gonna be embarrassing but on the bright side not only did the King of Hell dress you but you're matching with him! Anyone who makes fun of you is also making fun of the king so they better get ready to grovel for forgiveness

Barbatos

The king of formal wear

Despite this he does know how to dress casual and for any event and how to not look weird either

He has to as he dresses Diavolo and has been taking care of him from since forever

He's just simply one hell of a butler

His no specific style outside of not really being fond of clothing that may show his body

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking in the most ideal way of your style, he's a butler that caters to other's needs so he knows how to dress people to their tastes!

Though if you let him dress you how'd he like you to look you'll come out looking like a royal or a noble as  that is what you are to him

Simeon

(Btw why does he dress like a slut)

Has a very casual sense of style tbh, not too formal but not too cozy and lazy, the perfect middle

Though I'd have to say most of his clothes has no sleeves, he has a weird problem with sleeves on his clothing though he will wear them to be appropriate.

Enjoys the fact that heaven gives them stuff to wear cause he actually dislikes finding outfits

Despite this the king of casual comfy clothing like the first fit you try you love immediately 

Let him dress you and you'll come out in an outfit that you'll often wear cause it's so good

Luke

I feel like dressing with him would be like dress up time with a child

Doesn't know much about fashion since that is not something to be focused on in Heaven and I'm pretty sure they restricted for what they can wear

Has the innate ability to pick out very cute looking clothing though it may not always be comfortable sadly

Dresses in the cute shota fashion, think like Mitsukuni Haninozuka from Ouran Host Club

Is fine dressing in any color but likes dressing in pastel colors the most outside of any shade of blue and yellow

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking adorable! like so cute, very cute and probably matching with him.

Raphael

(Why is he dressed even sluttier????? WHY IS ASMO MORE DRESSED THAN BOTH OF THE ADULT ANGELS 90 OF THE TIME??? IS HEAVEN A STRIP CLUB????????)

If we think Solomon was bad Raphael is 10x worse because at least Solomon has an idea of what he thinks is cool and what is fashionable even if it sucks Raphael has no idea or care

All outfits chosen by himself is weird and uncoordinated or similar to his regular fit so almost everything for the world to see

Constantly manages to find the most comfortable clothes you can possibly find also, so though he looks weird he's comfy

Actually prefers to have as much skin out as possible as it makes it easier for him to move around and fight if needed

Hates clothing that fully covers his skin and it makes him feel stifled, prefers stuff that isn't close to his skin (he just like me fr)

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking veryyyyyy funky but very mobile and somehow very comfortable, demons stare at you and tell you that "you have a unique sense of fashion" and you have to let them know that you let the "Angel with the Spear dressed you today" and suddenly they understand and are sorry for you

Thirteen

Thirteen is an amazing fashionista and has an amazing sense of style

I'm sure you can tell by her personalized reaper uniform and R.A.D. uniform but she loves alt styles 

All her clothing is different and ranges from comfortable to non comfortable but most are comfortable because it's supposed to be something she likes

Also doesn't care much for how much of her body is exposed but prefers to always carry some sort of sweater she likes her arms covered but doesn't always care for sleeves or long gloves (she's just like me fr)

Go to a thrift shop with her and she'll find the coolest and comfiest stuff to wear

Let her dress you and you'll come out looking so fucking cool, you'll look like those people on magazines or that cool alt person you see that you add to your pinterest board

Mephihdewuhcds Mephistopheles

On the same level of dressing as Lucifer and Diavolo (simp) but when asked to dress down dresses like a prep kid

The brands on this man radiates so much money that Mammon's mouth waters and you look like a walking cash bag to him

Most of his clothing is very uncomfortable but he's just gotten used to it (I personally believe he comes from a shitty noble family hence why he's so stuck up) so comfy clothing is foreign and weird to him

Does not know how to dress casual (even in rich branded clothing) as the average person may see it, and is very uncomfortable in casual clothing because of his upbringing

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking similar to how Satan would dress you, a prep student that aces all their exams! (though the clothes may be a bit uncomfortable)

Tags:@kisakis-boyfriend

[heartfullofleeches]

Yan Player + Ghoul Reader

A player who showers their new classmate in gifts and praise in hopes of scoring a new lay. A slightly off-putting, but cute wallflower who true to their nature shies away from player's advances. "You don't want me. It'll just cause trouble for the both of us." Playing hard to get - how adorable. Truth be told, that aloof oddball is one of the cutest things they've seen in recent years. Aw, well - more fish in the sea. Player tucks a photo of that classmate in their wallet and tries to move on, but every partner they take on has some trait that reminds them of that person. They do anything to impress them while having the pretty thing they've been going "steady" with on their arm to no reaction everytime. They express genuine concern for their classmate with their fluctuation in weight and physical strength. It's so annoying - just like that knife pointing at their neck.

"You fucking asshole! I've seen how you look at them. You think you can just invite me over to your house and cover up the murals dedicated to them without me finding out? I know I'm not the only one either.... I'm going kill you, and hang you out to bleed - like the fucking pig that you are!"

They always knew this would come back to bite them in the ass, but not like this. Accepting their fate, they shut their eyes as their attacker advances. The wet squelch of tearing flesh rings sickly in their ears - but it's neither their blood spilled or their attacker's blade who dealt the killing blow. They open their eyes to see skin caught between another set of teeth - their partner reaching out to them to grab onto the faux strings of their love to save them from the fangs puncturing their jugular.

"H..elp...."

Snap.

With the last of their strength, they stab upwards. Like an unwanted doll, their body crumbles gracelessly to the floor. Tears rain upon their already soaked cheeks as to the silhouette loaming over falls to their knees; talons clawing at those jagged protrusions sticking out of their gums - a familiar bracelet around their wrist dyed in blood. They yank the knife sticking out of the side of their face like a thorn, the damage inflicted and the wear of starvation sealed under the grace of fresh, human blood.

"No.....nononono. I'm sorry.... I'm sorry... They were going to hurt you, and I'm.....I'm... so hungry. I didn't mean to do it. I had to do it. I'm sorry. Please don't hate me. You're my only friend. I'm sorry!"

Their heart hammers in their chest, threatening to break free and crawl into their throat. You really were....the cutest thing they'd ever seen.

Player follows you everywhere after that. They can't let you slip out of their sights, or you may attempt to transfer schools like you'd done in the past. Nobody understands why such an outgoing and attractive person hovers over someone like you, but expressing their feelings on the matters vocally just results in them gaining some needed target practice and you with another hot meal. Long sleeves have never been their style, but it's better than people spreading the wild accusations that you of all people are hurting them - when they offer their flesh to you willingly and cook it into dishes they force you to eat in public or use the power of their influence on the student body and cry until the glaring eyes, and your hunger, break you. Their friends record you eating raw meat outside of the convenience store you bought it from and they couldn't be more disgusted. That beef was almost purely fat and they had a nice, healthy lean cut for you in their fridge.

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Ghoul Reader, covered in blood and missing half their cheek from the force at which they rip out the knife: Sob - hick I'm a monster....

Yan Player: Haha, no baby - you're so sexy

[qoldenskies]

Just saw your post about enabler Raph and like yeah your totally right and so was the post below it, but like i couldn't see that and then just NOT think of ccverse like.................my brain is literally exploding thinking about them

ENABLER RAPH BUT ITS CC DONNIE LIKE AAAAHHHHHHHHHH like he (Raph) would be even worse, but on top of that, so would his entire family like,

ccverse family to donnie: here my sweet child have whatever you desire whatever you want, just say the word and it is yours, you could do no wrong, anything you desire under the sun is yours, just tell us

cc donnie: i want *insert anything that would cause him anguish and misery because he now believes he deserves it*

ccverse family: anything but that

every little donnie related thing just makes me go "how can i canary continuity this" these days so i COMPLETELY understand. and oh my god they are going to be such horrible enablers for him. this isnt only because of guilt and the soul-crushing trauma that came from hurting him, its also just because cc!donnie is the most polite considerate person ever, even if the REASONS come from such a horrible place. i honestly think he'd be that kind of charming to people who DONT have that kind of baggage with him, especially because he'll give a lot (maybe too much) and expect literally nothing back. ive also been completely certain that this is going to cause some overprotectiveness if he ever gets outside friends/a partner (although good chance they'll back off immediately if he actually expresses his boundaries, because they will ALWAYS part way for him if he asks for something unless it is obviously, overtly self-destructive.)

he's a really vulnerable person and he's lost the ability to cover that up with his old bite, and even once he starts to develop a more refined sense of humor again, its really hard to get genuine joy out of him, especially when he shies away when he's the center of attention and doesn't like surprises much. they want to hype him up SO bad all the time but that'll usually just freak him out LOL

and oh boy raph would be the absolute worst about it. like even as he's been shown in CW, its pointed out in the way that he thinks about donnie that he cares SOOOOO much about his approval. if raph thinks donnie is upset with him he will turn into a kicked puppy pretty much immediately and mope about it for like a week. raph will forever be too weak to say no to him.

honestly all of them have this in common, ESPECIALLY coming out of their fight with kitsune; the disparity between the way they act with donnie vs the way they act with people who might be a threat to him is so obvious that they almost look like different people. the dynamic between donnie and his brothers is a constant battle in an attempt to make their relationships with each other like 90/10 and somehow once things calm down that SOMEHOW makes it 50/50, its VERY funny to me. i love when concerning dysfunction combined somehow makes things level out and work somehow

[robinhobiii]

beautiful | oblivious! k. sy

summery : soonyoung just speaks his mind without putting a filter on. And so, his words were causing y/n to turn into a blushing mess.

No one really talked to y/n since she was so shy. She has one friend that was her neighbor, but she goes to a different school. And lot of the girls in her class were a bit stuck up. Always feeling the need to put other girls to make themselves feel high and mighty.

Y/n was also a victim of that. Since she dressed very modestly and didn’t wear revealing clothes, a lot of the girls would call her a nerd. It didn’t help that she wore glasses. She didn’t feel that ugly but after constantly hearing their words, it makes her uncomfortable to look at the mirror sometimes.

. . .

“Wow, did you see what y/n was wearing?! She’s wearing short sleeves. Tch, she wants the boys’ attention so bad.” One of the girls with the unmatched foundation said.

Y/n mentally rolled her eyes at that. She’s one to talk. If she wasn’t so shy and more out spoken, it would’ve been over for everyone in this class.

Soon it was lunch time and after people ate, they made their way back to class to pass time. Soonyoung was yawning for the nth time that day. He was so bored and just wanted to take a nap after class ended. He was aimlessly listening to the guys and girls talk about whatever, not really paying attention.

Then y/n walked in. The girls started to whisper a little before snickering. Y/n of course ignored them.

“Soonie, who do think is the most prettiest girl in this class?” One of the girls with an obnoxious shade of pink lipstick said.

“Huh?” Soonyoung’s as he was snapped away from his day dream.

He looked around as the girls eagerly waited for his response.

“I think . . “ he looked around again before his eyes landed on the back of y/n’s head. He felt that familiar feeling of butterflies in his stomach but he didn’t know what that meant. So, naturally, he just went with what his gut felt.

“I think y/n is the prettiest girl here.”

Silence.

Utter silence.

Y/n was a taken a back. Her face was red hot as she slowly turned her head to meet Soonyoung. His tiger like eyes already staring back at her.

One of the girls scoffed. “Huh?! Her??! She’s so ugly and really weird. How could you even think that?!” She said irritatedly.

“I don’t think she’s ugly. I think she has beautiful eyes and her hair is very pretty when it moves in the wind. Ooh and she has the sweetest smile.” He said nonchalantly.

The girls were glaring daggers at y/n and she quickly looks away. Before anything else could be said, the teacher walked in.

. . .

Once they were dismissed from the last class, she quickly made her way out. She didn’t want to deal with all those girls. She was able to make it out and walked to the park. It was still very sunny and all the elementary kids were also making their way to the park.

She said on the bench underneath the shade and basked in the warm spring air. It’ll be summer break soon, and she won’t have to see anyone again.

Two more months.

She finds herself muttering the time left in class to help her calm herself from those rude girls.

She took glasses off to gently rub the bridge of her nose. Y/n tilted her head up slightly and closed her eyes for a moment before open them up again. Her eyes took in the clouds and used her imagination for what the clouds could resembled.

“Wow, y/n, you really are beautiful.”

Y/n slightly jerked back in surprised and looked down to see who said that.

It was Soonyoung.

“W-what?” She said as she was trying to cover her face and move away.

Soonyoung only moved forward and grabbed her wrists softly pushing them away from her face.

“I always thought that you were beautiful with your glasses but I think your beautiful eyes glisten better without the glare of your glasses.” Soonyoung was in awe with how her beautiful was even more beautiful.

“Soonyoung-shi, you’re too close.” She whispered out as her face was beet red.

He didn’t reply either because he didn’t hear her or didn’t really care.

“It’s like your glasses were protecting your beauty because it’d be too much for anyone to handle. I can’t believe I got witness y/n’s true form.” His hand gently brushed away the baby hairs from her cheeks.

That was able to snap y/n out of the trance she was in. Her gentle hands push him away and she stood up and put her glasses back on.

He looked at her and said bluntly “go out with me.”

“W-what?”

“I said go out with me?”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit direct?”

“I was always told to not beat around the bush. So, I want you to go out with me”

Her already hot face heated up more.

“Soonyoung. . I’ll have to respectfully decline.”

Soonyoung’s eyes widened, making him resemble more of a hamster now. “W-why? Why is that? Please tell me.”

Y/n took a deep breath to calm her poor heart.

“It’s just that I don’t know you well enough to go out with you. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. That’s totally valid.”

There was a moment of silence as she can practically hear Soonyoung thinking.

“Okay, how about this. . can we be friends first?”

She smiled softly before saying “only if you want to be.”

“Yes! Yea! Of course!” He said urgently as he nodded his head eagerly.

“Okay then, let’s be friends.” She said as she smiled at him.

He returned the smiled and replied “I’ll make you feel those same butterflies that you make me feel. Then you’ll be mine.”

“You’re really straightforward. I don’t know how I’ll deal with this.” She felt herself melting more and more by his direct responses.

He only smirked before walked up to her and standing right in front of her. He brushed her hair behind her ears and finally said.

“Get used to it because I’ll make sure that it’s known that you’re going to be mine.”

[emmyrosee]

92

48 touching and 48 kissing

akaashi

💖💖🧍‍♀️

HSOSBSOSJSO THE LITERAL LOML-

92 “that SO classified as a date”

48 touching “dancing together”

48 kissing “to stop them from talking”

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The air smelt sweet of hot chocolate and muffins, and despite the fact that you narrowly missed the rain after completing the project for school, Keiji notices how your eyes seem to yearn for the trickling droplets slipping down the glass and pounding into puddles.

“We can take the pastries back to the dorms,” he says simply, taking a sip of his coffee and observing you. “If you’d like. Starting to come down heavy.”

“I don’t mind the rain,” you confess, your voice in a dreamy lilt. “I think it’s misunderstood.”

He offers you a small laugh and takes a sip of his warm coffee, admiring the way your eyes dance over the slipping of the water. “Never took you to be such an appreciator of the mundane.” Your cheeks heat up and you snap back to him, slightly embarrassed, only to look even more shy as he laughs adoringly at you once more, “I like it. We need more admiration for the simple.”

“Are you?”

“I like to think so,” he confesses, breaking off a piece of the chocolate chip cookie between you. “I like the little things, far more than focusing on the extravagant. It makes life slow down for a bit.”

You giggle, “relax, Socrates. It’s rain.”

“You started it.” He picks up a sugar packet and throws it at you childishly, snickering to himself as you swat it away. “Though I’m not big on rain.”

“You’re not?” You ask incredulously. He shakes his head, and your jaw slacks slightly. “I took you for the type to love it! It’s always such perfect weather for everything; drawing, snuggling, cleaning, it’s so relaxing.”

Snuggling? He makes a mental note of the way the word floats casually past your lips, and he shrugs with another sip, “I mean, I’m not the type of guy to go dance in the rain, but I guess I’m not opposed to those-“

“You don’t want to dance in the rain?!”

The sheer volume of your outrage has other patrons of the cafe turning towards you; he snorts as you shy away with embarrassment, nudging you softly under the table with his foot. “It certainly isn’t my first choice when it comes to… rain activities. It’s a cliche I never got behind in media, even if it’s cute on the big screen, I never saw it as a particular moment of to prompt falling in love.”

“Excuse you- it’s a phenomenal trope,” you defend, stealing a bite of the cookie. “You’ve just never had a dance-in-the-rain-date, you monster.”

He snorts and moves his hand to cover his nose at the noise, laughter from your booth once again causing some other people to turn towards you. “I’m not a monster, you diva. And I hardly classify dancing in the rain as a date.”

“That SO classifies as a date!” You laugh, picking up the sugar packet and throwing it back at him. “You just have no tastes.”

“Okay, well I’ll just go kick rocks,” he says dramatically, smiling as you titter, and he finishes his coffee. “Eat the cookie we bought, I can’t eat the whole thing.”

And so, you do. You share the last bit of cookie together, and, with an appreciative ‘thank you,’ to anyone in the cafe who would listen, you two pack up and quickly try to shuffle back to the dorms, cowering under Keiji’s umbrella in an attempt to stay dry from the chilly rain. It’s coming down quickly, pittering over the concrete, and while Keiji tries to make a hustle to the warmth of your dorms, he watches, confused, as you pause and stand in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Are you crazy? It’s too cold, get back here.”

“Dance with me.”

“Now?”

“Yes,” you hum, smiling as the rain starts to flatten your hair to your head. You quickly toss your backpack under a bench nearby to try and keep it from the elements. “Come here.”

Conflicted, he looks around for anyone who may be witnessing, and when he sees no one, he sighs as he succumbs to that look in your eye. You beam as he tosses his backpack under the bench, followed by his soaking umbrella, and he shivers. “I’m cold.”

“I’ll keep this quick, I promise.”

With that, one of your arms loop around his neck, a hand gently resting in his as he takes his form with you, a hand resting respectfully on your back. You smile up at him as you allow yourself to sway, “you know what you’re doing?”

“Probably more than you,” he teases, and you raise your brow playfully.

“We’ll see about that.”

Despite the challenge in your voices, you sway with him easily, following his steps with grace from his lead. He’s a strong dancer, the guidance over the pavement he brings you over almost has you floating, and it feels surreal to do this with someone you call a classmate, a friend, someone you’ve kept an eye and hope out for years to call him yours.

It feels right, he looks beautiful as his confidence glides you both in the trancelike dancing; his hair flattened to his forehead while a cherishing smile rests on his cheeks.

“You ready?” He asks suddenly, and you tip your head on confusion.

“Ready for what?”

“This-“ with that, he extends your arm and sends you out into a spin, laughing as you squeal in surprise and come twisting back into his hold, batting at his chest playfully.

Now, your bodies have shifted.

Both of your arms are looped around his neck, his hands slowly slipping to rest on the base of your spine, thumbs stroking lovingly over the dips of your back. Your head rests comfortably against the dip in his sternum, where his heart beats happily, and you close your eyes restfully.

It’s exhilarating how your bodies rest together, like a puzzle that was desperate to be completed and missing a crucial piece- when you found each other in your embrace, it all came together to a beautiful art.

“This is nice,” he confesses, and you chuckle and nod against his chest. “But I am freezing.”

“I know,” you say sweetly. You angle your head up at him, “I just wanted to prove my point to you.”

He rests his chin on the top of your head, “point proven. I see why you could enjoy this.”

You do enjoy it. With every fiber of your being, you’re enjoying it, it feels good, it feels right with him, and despite the way your heart flutters and your soul feels at ease, your mouth has thoughts that demand to be said, even as you try to keep them in.

“Can I tell you a secret?” You pant, blinking the drops of rain from your eyes as you peer up at him. He nods, licking his lips free from his own set of rain drops. “I… I really, really wanted to do this with you because it’s been a dream of mine to, and I’ve just… I’ve wanted you for so long that this was my way of kind of gauging how you’d feel about me in return and being here with you is making me so nervous and happy and I genuinely hope that you-“

You’re cut off by pouted, soft lips that dip down to yours, the movements gentle and inviting and exactly as you imagined how Akaashi Keiji would kiss.

Calm, swift, and loving.

He tastes like mocha and whipped cream, and kissing him is how only how poets could describe, soothing and exciting, and it sets of fireworks and queues the rollercoaster in your soul; it’s fufilling and comforting and you could do it forever if he’d bless you with the chance.

You’re breathless when he finally pulls back, blue pools gazing back down at you with amazement dancing in them.

“I know,” he whispers quietly. You giggle and lean forwards, chasing his lips in another adoring peck.

“Told you it counts as a date.”

“Yes.” He leans down to nudge your nose with his own. “I suppose it’s also a time that prompts falling in love.”

“You gonna fall in love with me?” You tease, albeit the tone in your voice hopeful.

He smiles before leaning down to capture your lips in another swift kiss, letting himself lead once again against you, and you sigh happily.

“I was already there.”

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello~, I love your blog.

May I ask for Nikola Tesla, Buhda, Nostradamus and Quin Shin Huang x Freyja!reader. Mythologically speaking Freyja is the goddess of various fields and that increases with the stories, goddess of love, beauty, fertility, war, magic, wealth and prophecy, she was an important deity of the Nordic pantheon, so much so that some stories consider her Frigg herself (Odin’s wife), also someone that even Odin himself respects and avoids angering (the funny thing is that in one story Freyja was his teacher to use and learn about the ancient seidr magic, and it is said that she is the first when choosing the souls of the fallen in war and then it was Odin). She was so beautiful that even the giants created chaos so that she would marry them and many gods wanted her.

I find it interesting to see Freyja!Reader have a true love relationship with those humans, especially with Nikola because of that as a goddess of magic and a scientific human, Nikola telling her how much he loves her in a scientific or biological way (and nothing romantic) and she it seems romantic while Brunhilde and others see them with a wtf! face 🤣

Plus the reaction of jealous gods like Poseidon, Thor and Loki because she is with a human, in mythology Loki and Freyja don’t get along but suppose here Loki harbors a love for her

Sorry for the bad English, I’m writing it with the translator, greetings from South America 😁

Hello darling, your English was very good, so no problems there. The only character I will not write for this HC is Nostradamus, as in RoR, he is still a child. I do apologize.

-Odin could count on one hand the number of people that he would never intentionally piss off, and he’s pretty sure that three out of the five are you.

-You were the only one who could get Odin to stop and listen to reason, and you were also only one of a few who could handle him in combat and who has managed to actually beat him.

-Your duties covered a wide range of things, from beauty and war, to magic and fertility, and so many more; you were considered one of the strongest gods in the Norse pantheon.

-Everyone respects you as well as desires you, you couldn’t tell how many proposals you’ve received of the years, from gods to frost giants, and everything in between.

-Many were cocky, trying to stir up trouble and cause problems for others, with your hand in marriage being the only way they would stop.

-That would not be the only way they stopped, as you proved, time after time, why you are the Norse Goddess of War.

-Loki likes it when stuff like this happens, as you always give a good show in beating someone else’s ass, Odin and Thor also enjoy seeing you fight, but Thor is more willing than Loki to join you in battle, to fight alongside you.

-When it was found out that you were dating someone, so many lamented to loss, so many in anguish that someone else had your heart.

Buddha- To Odin, Buddha wasn’t the worst choice you could have gone with, so he wasn’t too upset, as he could see how happy you were with Buddha. You were very balanced with each other, he was more laid back while you were always ready to get going or work, he would be the one to capture you and hold you down to cuddle you, forcing you to relax, while you always gave him a workout when you sparred, as the snacks you shared afterwards were always even tastier. You enjoyed being with Buddha, he was relaxing to be around, and the treats that he shared with you were always so tasty!

Qin Shi Huang- How in the heavens did a human manage to snag you?! The news had quickly spread around Valhalla that you were dating a human, an emperor, but neither one of you were bothered by it. Unlike others who would just come up to propose to you, he had seen you fighting and wanted to try it out himself, so when he approached, he asked you for a sparring match, and after another annoying days of proposals, his was the only you accepted. You easily defeated him, showing your strength, but his skills surprised you and you grew curious of his own fighting techniques. You bonded over battle styles, while drinking tea together, and he was like a child when you showed off your magic to him, which amused you and you couldn’t help but like this cocky emperor.

Tesla- When he saw you fighting, using not only a sword, but magic as well, his eyes were like stars, wanting to research as much as he could about you! When he asked to study your abilities, you accepted, as it wasn’t another marriage or date proposal. Nikola was very amusing to you, trying to claim that magic wasn’t real, trying to prove everything unusual that you could do in a scientific matter. You liked this eccentric man, growing close to him, as he was so curious, it was refreshing to have someone like him in your life. When you would tease him, pecking his cheek softly, wanting to know the reasoning behind his flushed face he would just ramble on how his heart was working faster due to a dramatic, sudden increase of endorphins. While many would stare at him like he had five heads, and then stare at you, curious as to why you liked him so much, they did have to admit you looked cute together.

-There were a few who were more annoyed than others that you were no longer single, many of them insanely jealous, especially of your choice of a partner.

Poseidon- He had been one of the men you had rejected many times, something that infuriated him, as you would be the perfect queen to stand by his side! Your reasoning behind your refusal was that he could never beat you in a fight, something he was embarrassed about, but he also admired you, you were so strong. He had a hard time proving himself to you, and now, for some reason, you were dating a human (or Buddha)!!

Thor- Thor respected you greatly, he knew you were a power warrior and even stronger magic user, there weren’t many that could handle him in a fight, much like Odin, and you were that person. That’s why he admired you and wanted the chance to court you, but he missed his chance, now seeing you with a human (or Buddha)! He felt like they weren’t worthy enough for you, but he didn’t want to anger you, as he could see how happy you were. Although his heart ached, seeing you happy helped with a bit of the pain.

Loki- Was a pouty baby when he found out you were in a relationship, with a human (or Buddha) no less! Loki’s way of showing affection was teasing you, getting you riled up, as it made you pay attention to him, even though you were with someone now, he still did it, enjoying making you made, it was fun for him! But he was still annoyed, as he liked you, wanting you for his own, but he wasn’t going to do anything that would risk you actually coming to hate him, gods no. Doesn’t mean he wasn’t happy about it though.

[astralriver]

Usotsuki Satsuki wa Shi ga Mieru/Liar Satsuki Can See Death

By 了子/Ryouko

"Hey... Tomorrow, you're going to die." Minazuki Satsuki, 16 years old. By all accounts your average 2nd year high schooler, apart from being a social misfit always declaring her classmates' impending deaths. They've nicknamed her Usotsuki (Liar) but her eyes are special indeed. What she sees with them is.. The grand return of Ryoko-sensei, author of Shi ni Aruki! A horror-suspense manga fighting backwards against fate. For every death (question), there must be a reason (solution)

This post is gonna attempt to be a somewhat spoiler free review/reccomendation of Liar Satsuki Can See Death. I will try to cover most of what people should know going into it but i will say now that if you enjoy murder mystery with some interesting characters and some light gore wont bother you then please jump right in its a brilliant read.

Content warning for Liar Satsuki Can See Death, Themes of Abuse, Neglect, Gore and Suicide.

In Mangadex there are currently translations available for:

Latam Spanish[Up to chapter 69(nice)]

Brazilian Portuguese[Complete]

Indonesian[Up to chapter 2]

Vietnamese[Up to chapter 3]

English[Complete]

Ryoukos first work Shi ni Aruki/Walk to Death is set in the same universe. Despite this it is not required to be read before Liar Satsuki, however I will say it gives some wonderful context to how trauma manifests in this world. If you do want to read it I will warn its alot darker than Liar Satsuki so if you struggle with gore/topics of suicide or trauma I would be careful approaching Shi ni Aruki.

I will put any spoilers i need to cover under the cut.

Now, Liar Satsuki Can See Death has been rotating in my mind violently for months. If it even gets a bit more attention cause of this post i will be so happy. The concept of the manga lies in our protagonist Minazuki Satsuki being able to see premonition bodies of people who are gonna die 24 hours before they do. She uses this to inspect how they died and use the clues to change fate and keep them alive.

More than that Liar Satsuki is a look into trauma manifesting as powers surrounding death. (Shi ni Aruki covers this more in depth for the mechanics but its present all throughout Ryoukos work.) Its a story of healing through trusting the people around you and growing as a person. Satsukis sight for death directly relates to her trauma and how she takes on a responsibilty for everyones safety. Her lack of care for herself while honorable from the outside spirals her into constant danger, reflecting back on her trauma that she isnt able to overcome alone. It ends up consuming her life, her only goal being to keep everyone alive and safe as she obsessively considers every possible danger.

I would once again seriously recommend just reading the first chapter as it is one of the best opening chapters of manga I have read and manages to land the concept so neatly.

And on top of that, going back once you know more about each character is incredibly eye opening. I would honestly read the story again from another characters perspective just to see what it was like for them.

Anyway.

Throughout the manga Satsuki is challenged on her core ideals, on her self and her actions. New characters, plot setups and groups are constantly switched out while at its core the theme remains a murder mystery. The manga takes the times to give lighthearted moments between all the thriller action and never shys away from showing just how much each character is developed (Ryouko is excellent with their characters). I would call the manga formulaic but it so regularly switches out the cast, their motives and how they challenge Satsuki that it always feels fresh. Its not afraid to frame her as wrong, or to show that people arent inherantly good. It is wholeheartedly human in its exploration of trauma and ideologies. Akira and Satsuki being the most prominant part of this as Akira fights Satsuki constantly to see her happy while Satsuki neglets herself in favour of keeping people alive. People that they are both aware hardly care for Satsuki.

This has all been without mentioning the pacing, use of frames and art of this manga that are all just incredible. Casual scenes showing papers getting picked up by wind becoming relevant later. The details of pacing and elements of environment being used to help convey each scene it is beautifully done. Ryouko is a genius!

From here i cant say much more witout spoiling major plotpoints so before then i will link a wonderful music video made by Re:Riza for the first chapter! Please check out their other work too!

Speaking of foils. Mikami Kai, the student council president is the perfect antagonist foil. He begins to come across as just an annoyance but as he shows up more often his nature begins to show. Kai is Satsuki, they share the same eyes and they share the same trauma, just on opposite ends. Where Satsuki holds the pain of failing to stop someone from dying, Kai holds the pain of failing to help someone soon enough. He is weak and unable to do much but his eyes help him set up exact situations of accidental deaths. Despite him thinking he is doing the right thing he is only murdering those who dont fit into his worldview.

This is where Satsuki shines. She is relentless in her resolve to keep saving people. And its through her friends challenging her that she fully commits to that unwavering determination. Without them she might have given up but shes seen enough proof that its worth all the pain. Expanding on that she grows past helping people out of guilt, she finds reason in knowing shes helping people because she cares, because she knows it will be okay, because she will make it better. Her story is one of healing trauma and ive never seen it done so well.

Komachi Komako is a girl surrounded by death. She has dealt with it alone her whole life just like Satsuki. For her however, the world is uncaring and she is just waiting for the people around her to die. Even then the greatest kindness he can offer is comfort in death, all she can do is make sure their last moments are peaceful.

She is unable to see a future to hope for and as she realises whats been happening to Satsuki, she realises she is the source of her pain. Komachis story might seem out of place if you havent read Shi ni Aruki but her pain and life are interwoven with Satsukis. As death follows her and Satsuki can clear away that fog of death. (I still personally ship Akira and Satsuki but.) For Komachi looking back to the story she truly has no one on her side and has no reason to beleive that she can be saved. It is only in the final moments that Satsuki, bright as she always is, breaks through that fog of death that surrounds Komachi. This is Satsukis prestiege, she knows herself now and isnt acting out of guilt. This is Komachis break into hope, as she is once again pulled away from the edge, but this time shown that there will be someone there by her side. For the first time in her whole life she is not alone.

This post is long enough, i want to talk about Shiina Miho but ive rambled enough!!! (Shes really good though i love her). Thank you for reading if you got this far! I love this manga and could talk about it all day so i hope at least some of that reached you.

[q-talations]

How to Eat Life LN Chapter 1-2 Translation (2/2)

1-2 Imaginary Borderline (Part 2 of 2.)

Read Part 1 of this chapter before continuing this part!

When Tobi went to school on little to no sleep, a teacher wearing glasses with black frames eyed him in front of the gate. This person always wore a suit that fit him as if it was tailor-made. He really didn’t want the neat black-glasses man to call out to him this morning, so he decided to make the first move and dropped his head in a small bow.

“Good morning, Sensei.”

“…Um, right. Good morning.” The black glasses-wearing teacher looked noticeably daunted. Ever since freshman year, this man had bothered Tobi almost every morning, but then he receives a simple greeting and suddenly nothing happens. Just saying ‘good morning.’ Was this enough all along?

“Where did the wind blow from?”* Baku asked as Tobi was changing his shoes by the lockers. 

*It is a common Japanese phrase used when something unexpected happens

“I dunno. I guess there’s no wind at all.”

“You’re having a change of heart? That is what caused it, isn’t it?”

“You’re making things up…” His slippers felt a little tight. Did his feet grow? When you’re going through a growth spurt, clothes stop fitting you, but having to buy new ones would hurt his finances a lot.

When he started walking towards the classroom, feeling slightly gloomier than before,  a girl with long hair suddenly appeared from behind the lockers. Tobi stepped back on instinct.

“…Shi-Shiratama-san.”

“Good morning, Otogiri-kun.” Those eyes again. Shiratama was staring directly at Tobi.

“…Wh, what?” Tobi covered the lower part of his face with his arm and looked at the floor. “You want something? It’s still really early…”

“Actually, I was waiting here for you.”

“Huh? …W, why?”

“I told you yesterday, did I not?”

“Oh…”

“I would like to hear your answer.”

“A—”

“A?”

“About…”

The phrase “eyes flashing white and black”* popped into Tobi’s head. He had seen it in a dictionary some time ago. The situation he’d found himself in then wasn’t one to make his pupils switch colors, rather, it made his eyeballs spin violently in their sockets. Tobi’s eyes kept moving restlessly. It was making him feel sick. Many of their classmates were coming to the lockers and whispering amongst themselves while changing shoes. They’re probably starting to suspect there’s something between him and Shiratama. They’re wondering “What’s going on? What are the two of them doing?” without a doubt. In all honesty, despite being one of the people in question, Tobi himself didn’t know the answer. 

*A Japanese phrase meaning being astonished, surprised, or shocked

“Hi,” If that wasn’t enough, a passing janitor just had to approach them and further amplify this predicament, turning it from complicated to chaotic.

“Good morning, Otogiri-kun. What are you doing here, Shiratama-san?” 

“Haizaki-san.” Shiratama turned around, and when she recognized who was speaking to them, she bowed politely. “Good morning to you too. Thank you for your work even at these early hours.”

“It’s nothing.” Haizaki beamed brightly. He was carrying cardboard boxes. Tobi couldn’t see what was inside, but whatever it might be, he didn’t give a damn.

It seemed to be different in Shiratama’s case, though.

“They look heavy. Shall I assist you?”

“No, no, no, there’s no need!” Haizaki shook his head vigorously. His almond-shaped eyes became almost perfectly round. “Don’t trouble yourself. It is a part of my job, after all. I come to this school to work, and you come here to get your education.”

“I may not look like it, but I am pretty strong.”

Shiratama raised her right arm and flexed it. A thin arm. Very, very thin. Was there really any strength in it? Tobi sincerely doubted so, but he felt they weren’t quite on the same page. It wouldn’t matter even if, hypothetically, she had some sort of superhuman strength. Haizaki was carrying the boxes as part of his duties. A middle schooler like Shiratama wasn’t obligated to help him with it. That’s what he was trying to tell her. Even Tobi, who Baku calls antisocial, understood that much.

Shiratama Ryuuko might bring him trouble.

Tobi realized that last night.

An ordinary middle schooler wouldn’t go about asking classmates of the Otogiri Tobi sort to be their friend.

Tobi was aware of the fact that he’s not the type of person others can feel close to. He’s not happy. He’s not nice. Not even funny. His past was difficult to explain. He also carries around Baku, with whom only he can talk.

And despite all that, it seemed that there were things he notices that other people don’t.

What would Tobi think if there was someone else that’s just like him?

He would probably consider them a freak.

That’s likely what everyone sees Otogiri Tobi as — a freak.

Shiratama Ryuuko’s probably not much better if she wants to befriend this kind of person.

He wants to run. Get out of there as quickly as possible. Shiratama is talking with Haizaki. That’s his chance! He’s going to run while he still can!

Tobi tried to get away from them. Unfortunately, even though he made sure to tread especially lightly, he was noticed.

“No,” Shiratama grabbed his right arm dangerously close to his wrist. “Don’t go, Otogiri-kun. At least give me an answer.”

“Oh no,” Haizaki had a perplexed expression, as if he was feeling guilty. “Did I interrupt you by any chance? I’m sorry. Forgive me. I should be kicked by a horse, or however that goes…”

What would a horse be doing here? He’s read that in a book before. There was a saying that went somewhat along those lines.

‘Those who interfere with other people’s love lives should be eaten by dogs.’

The dogs can also be replaced with kicking horses.

Haizaki seems to be misunderstanding something here. It would be best to correct him. Eh, it doesn’t matter anyway. It’s not the time for that. Shiratama was still holding Tobi’s arm.

Will you let go already?

Tobi tried to express it with his eyes.

It’s not getting through. Shiratama just tilted her head curiously. He should be the one feeling curious.

Nothing to do about it now. Careful not to put too much strength into it, Tobi shook off Shiratama’s hand.

“So… About that, um, I’ll tell you when we’re walking, or something…” When Tobi timidly made this offer, Shiratama nodded. Should I start running at full speed? That idea came into his head, but he chose to ignore it. Shiratama was walking along on his left.

“I would like to hear your reply.”

“…Already? Isn’t it too early?”

“Are you still considering it?”

“Well… Considering, and, um…”

“He’s the indecisive type,” Baku said with a sigh.

“Does he have a hard time making decisions?” Shiratama asked.

“It’s more like he’s not used to expressing his thoughts or feelings with words. Never has been. Doesn’t talk to people.”

“What about you?”

“I’m different. And even so, he still tells me to ‘figure it out’ or ‘guess’ and stuff!”

“He expects you to understand him?”

“Something like that.”

“……Hey,” Tobi was knocking on his forehead with his fist. It started to hurt. “Can’t you talk normally? To others, it sounds like Shiratama-san is just murmuring to herself…”

“I apologize, I was careless,” Shiratama lowered her head a bit. “But would they not think that I am talking to you, Otogiri-kun? Or that I am trying to get your attention?”

“That’s just plain weird in itself…”

“Then talk back to me, please. Everything will be sorted this way.”

“……I’m talking to you right now.”

“So using this occasion, what is your answer?”

“I’m telling you I don’t know yet…” Tobi realized he was slouching. He couldn’t help but think he was attracting attention from the students passing by them in the corridor. “Besides…” Wait, they’re definitely staring at him. It’s because of Shiratama, clear as day. “Why?”

Shiratama’s eyes flashed when he asked that.

“Could you elaborate?”

“…Why do you want to be my friend? What’s the reason? Your motive?”

“It is because you are you.”

“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Do you need me to explain?”

“If possible. If you can tell me in a way I’ll be able to understand…”

“To understand.” Shiratama nodded in agreement, and after thinking for a short moment with her eyebrows furrowed, she stopped walking.

In the middle of a staircase.

Tobi climbed one step farther than her and halted there.

Shiratama was looking at Tobi. She captured him in her gaze and wouldn’t let go.

“May I have some of your time? Preferably during today’s lunch break. This is a matter we will need to discuss in a place where people scarcely come.”

Those eyes were Tobi’s weakness. They’re impossible to ignore. He can’t look away from them.

“…Fine. Whatever.”

That was the only reply he could give. What else was there to do?

Right after lunchtime ended, the special classroom wing was empty. Tobi arranged to meet Shiratama on its outside emergency staircase.

He was waiting at the landing between the second and third floor, leaning against the railing when Shiratama opened the door and started climbing up the stairs.

Tobi had a strange inkling. It was because she was carrying a bag on her shoulder. Not the kind that’s normally used for school purposes. This one is small. Pretty sure they’re called pochettes.

“Hello.” Shiratama went up to the landing and gave a polite greeting.

“Yeah…” Tobi nodded back vaguely. Shiratama is so well mannered it takes him aback every time. “So… what is it? That motive? The reason why you asked to be my friend.”

“You know what they say, it is more suitable to present a proof rather than a theory.”

“…I guess. There was something like that.”

“With that being said, we came here together.”

“Together…?” Tobi frowned. From what he could see, Shiratama came alone. Didn’t bring anyone with her. She raised her pochette and opened it.

“Come out, Chinurasha.”

Did Shiratama just call out to someone while looking at the bag? If so, then she was presenting some eccentric behavior, to say the least. Tobi had always considered her to be quite the character, but not to this extent. He even started to worry about her. Was she alright? That question went for more than just this situation. Maybe there was a small pet, some sort of a rodent, hiding inside of the pochette? That would mean an entirely different issue with irrationality. You’re not allowed to bring animals to school. Even Tobi’s aware of that, and yet, it looks like that’s exactly what’s going on.

Something crawled out of the pouch

“Mmm…” Baku let out a small moan.

See?

It’s a tiny pet.

The little guy must’ve felt very cramped sitting inside that bag. Considering its size, it must have had to really squeeze in there to even just barely fit. Although, it looked like there was more fluff to it than most actual living creatures, so it was likely able to get into spaces much smaller than one might assume at first glance.

Is it a cat? A kitten? Probably not. Even saying ‘probably’ is a mistake in itself.

This creature has horns. It’s obvious that cats don’t have horns.

A small animal with two horns on its head—

Does something like that exist?

He hadn’t seen it in the animal atlas at the facility. The facility had also organized many field trips to the local zoo, and Tobi couldn’t remember seeing anything this size that grew horns during any of those. On the other hand, there might actually be a species like this living somewhere in this vast world that Tobi just doesn’t know about. Maybe it’s a horned animal’s young?

The creature left the pochette and started climbing up Shiratama’s body. It wasn’t particularly nimble but didn’t pause once on its way. It must do this regularly. When it reached Shiratama’s right shoulder, it turned its head towards Tobi.

It’s hard to tell if it has eyes or not. They might be buried under all that fur.

In spite of that, Tobi could feel its gaze upon him.

“Chinu, say your greetings.” The creature moved its head at Shiratama’s command, making a gesture resembling lowering it diagonally. Then, a teeny tiny mouth showed from within the fluffy fur.

Yuu—

Uyuu—

Kchuu—

That was what Tobi could hear coming out of it. Is this how this thing cries?

“……Hi.” Tobi bowed out of habit.

Shiratama scratched Chinu— or Chinurasha, whichever one it is— under its chin with her pointer finger.

“Good job.”

“Oi, Tobi—” Baku whispered, “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice.”

“…Notice what?”

“This thing isn’t normal!”

“Well, it’s a… unique creature. Has horns and all.”

“That’s not what I mean!” Baku seemed quite irritated. Save for the fact that he can speak with Tobi, he’s nothing short of a regular big backpack. However, he can open himself at will when mad. It’s different from a zipper getting loose. Tobi is the only one who can see it, but it’s as if a part of his zipper opens just like a mouth does.

It’s doing it right now.

“Are you STUPID, Tobi?! Dumb as a doorknob, for goodness’ sake!” Baku’s speaking, flapping his mouth. He’s shaken rather than irritated.

“I am,” Shiratama drew her shoulders back and touched cheeks with Chinu. “the only one who can see Chinu.”

“……But—”

He can see it.

Tobi can see it clearly.

It seemed that Chinu had a soft spot for Shiratama. In response to her action, it rubbed its face against her cheek and closed its eyes in delight. It let out low-pitched cries, though they sounded more like noises it wanted to hold in but couldn’t than its actual voice. Its horns dig into Shiratama’s skin, but it doesn’t look painful. At least, she isn’t feeling any pain. They must not be hard enough to pierce through.

“It’s the same as me!” Baku spat out, almost like he didn’t want to. Could he not stand it anymore? “Up until now, you were the only one who could hear me. And only Shiratama Ryuuko could see Chinurasha, or whatever its name was. It’s not exactly the same, but really FREAKIN’ close!”

“…So, Shiratama-san can hear you, and I can see Chinu.”

“That’s it.”

“Huh?” Tobi’s shoulders dropped. He knocked his fist on his forehead. “…Then what— what does it mean? H-how did it… happen…?”

“Frankly, I am also clueless.” Shiratama said nonchalantly. “I noticed you were talking with Baku-chan a while ago because I could hear his voice. It appeared that I was the only one. Only you and I can hear him, Otogiri-kun. I thought it had to have a special meaning.”

“……Special—” Tobi shook his head, barely putting in any strength. “It could be some kind of a disorder…”

“Do we have mental problems?”

“Well… It’s more likely than thinking that only the two of us are sane…”

“Oh right, Shiratama Ryuuko!” This time, Baku threw in a proper reluctant interruption, “Quit adding chan to my name!

Shiratama’s expression was puzzled.

“Baku-chan?”

“THAT! It makes me all itchy. Can’t really find the words. It’s disgusting!”

“I apologize.” Shiratama shrugged and lowered her head in a gesture that was all but apologetic. Chinu mimicked her.

That’s adorable.

Tobi startled himself by having that thought.

For the record, he only thought that Chinu was ‘adorable.’ That it and Shiratama did the same thing at the same time, yes.

“How about Baku-san?” When Shiratama asked this, Baku cleared his throat.

“That ain’t really feelin’ right either. Why not just drop honorifics altogether?”

“You’re putting on airs…” Tobi wanted to fling Baku to the ground. Baku got back at him immediately.

“I’m not putting on anything! Just sayin’ she can be casual with me! I’m being humble! Isn’t that right, Shiratama Ryuuko?”

Shiratama nodded. Chinu followed through.

“I will start calling you ‘Baku’ from now on.”

“Sure. That’s great. I’m real bad with all that ‘formal’ stuff anyway.”

“I have no issues with you calling me by my first name either.”

“That’s a given! Something like ‘Oryuu’* could also be nice. Yeah, not bad at all. Whaddya think?” 

*Baku makes up a pet name by adding a hiragana character for “O” before the first and taking away the last syllable of the name.

“I do not dislike it, so you can call me whatever you wish.”

“Then I’m settling on ‘Oryuu’! Oryuu.”

“Yes.”

“……You’ve started to get along really fast.” Maybe Tobi should throw Baku towards Shiratama instead of smacking him to the ground.

“Ou? What’s thaaat? Are you jealous, Tobiii?” Baku giggled, “Worry not! Our relationship won’t change just because Oryuu’s here now.”

“The one where you’re… stuck with me?”

“Don’t call it that!”

“So what kind of relationship is it?”

“If you force words into it it’ll lose all its magic! But if you have to, then probably partners?”

“Chinurasha and I are also like partners,” Shiratama smiled brightly and turned to Chinu, adding ‘Right?’ as she did it. “It cannot speak like you, Baku, but it is always by my side. We have been together as long as I can remember.”

“…I want to ask something. What would you have done if I couldn’t see Chinu?”

“If that had happened, I would have—” Shiratama made all sorts of grimaces with her lips and puffed out her cheeks. “I would have been put in a difficult situation, to say the least. A pitiful middle school girl who claims to be seeing an invisible little creature, furthermore, behaves as if it were there with her…”

“It’s good that I can see Chinu then…”

“Honestly, I took a risk. Although I was quite convinced already that you could see them too, Otogiri-kun.”

“So you can say the results were alright?” Baku asked that incredibly lightly, but if Tobi were in Shiratama’s place, he wouldn’t have taken that risk.

Is there something wrong with me?

Tobi has had those thoughts a number of times. However you look at it, being able to talk with your backpack isn’t normal.

He can hear sounds other people can’t.

He can see things he’s not supposed to see.

Are those illusions? Is there something wrong with his brain? Is it some kind of mental illness? Maybe he should go see a doctor about it. He’s considered all of those options.

Tobi was so exhausted he might just fall off the railing. What had tired him out so much? One thing came to mind.

He’s not the only one. It’s relief he’s feeling. Those weren’t just products of his imagination.

Baku is there.

He’s not an illusion Tobi created.

He actually exists.

“…You can hear Baku just as I can, and I can see Chinu, just like you do. The things that other people can’t see…”

If that’s the case, maybe those ones as well?

Tobi decided to ask Shiratama.

“Does it mean you can see them too, Shiratama-san? Those… weird creatures other students bring here sometimes…”

Shiratama looked Tobi in the eye so that their gazes met.

After that, she nodded slowly.

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173.

It's something that Claudia notices incidentally.

She'd noticed, of course, when she came back, how much Ezran had grown. His jaw is sharper now, his shoulders broader, his smile charming and roguish and handsome, even under the weight of his crown. Claudia had always thought him sweet as a boy, but he's a man now, and the knowledge is disarming more often than it isn't.

They put her to work in the gardens after her return. Ez had called it justice: her hands, covered in blood after causing so much harm now sentenced to be soiled with dirt to help give life. He is kinder and more merciful than she deserves, and she'll never forget that. She will never forget that it might have been a noose if he hadn't pulled rank on his own brother, and that Callum is still angry about it months after the fact—but that kindness is handsome too, and it isn't helping. Ez had been so young when it had all happened, and then she was working against them and she didn't have the time to actually look at him, and now...

She knows what she likes. She knows the features she thinks are beautiful. She knows Ezran has grown up well.

And it's strange to think about, sometimes, because he's so much younger than her, because he was like a younger brother to her once, and because this is not at all the life she thought she'd be living, but the thought is there all the same.

She is in the library this morning. She's after a book on talloweed, because it's somehow found its way into her herb garden and she needs a way to get rid of it without harming her plants. The one she wants is a shelf too high, just out of reach of her fingers even as she stretches onto the tips of her toes. The ladder is two bookcases away and would take longer to get than if she could just—

"Here."

Someone reaches over her, graceful brown fingers sure in their movements, arm still crooked at the elbow because they are tall enough not to have to stretch. Claudia blinks as Ezran sets the book in her hands, clear blue eyes twinkling in the morning sun.

"Oh," she says stupidly. "Thanks."

Ez grins at her. "Don't mention it," he says cheerfully. "You're not the first. You won't be the last. These shelves are stupidly high."

"You do this for all the girls you find in here, do you l?"

He laughs, bright and bell-like. "A king is a servant to his people, right?" he says, sketching a bow. "Need anything else from up there?"

"Oh, um." Claudia glances away to hide the warmth creeping up her neck. "No, it's all good. Thank you."

"Don't stress," he says. "Happy to help. See you later." He grins again, waving a little before he heads out of the aisle and futher into the depths of the library, and Claudia stares, at the way muscles in his back move beneath his shirt, at the broadness of his shoulders as he swing shis arms, at the way his hair is braided and bunched above his crown.

He's not a boy anymore. He hasn't been one in a while.

Claudia turns back to her book and tries not to think too hard about it.

[llostwriter]

The Husky And The White Cat Shizun With Their Baobei

Chapter 16

Seeing your Shizun in such a weak state at the hands of Mo Ran reminded you of your past life. The scenes where Taxian-Jun mentally and physically tortures Shizun leave you unable to do anything at all. In the beginning of your second past life, you wouldn’t interfere at all; you would simply allow the plotline to go its way. However, that didn’t end well. You learned the hard way.

Chu Wanning’s blood was completely soaking the flower pond. The supposedly healing wounds were once again bloody. His Flower Spirit Sacrifice Technique backfired upon Mo Ran’s accidental invasion, interrupting his concentration. You didn’t know any better; you passed by to check on Shizun. By the end, you were there, and the scene that greeted you was the wounds on Chu Wanning’s back tearing open as Mo Ran rushed over to hold onto him.

Chu Wanning would never intentionally make such a reckless, careless move if it weren’t for some outside interference. You didn’t even have to use your toes to guess who would have caused this accident!

You rushed over to Chu Wanning’s side, completely pushing Mo Ran aside. The unconscious Shizun’s face was pale, his lips were blue, and his body was as cold as ice.

Mo Ran was afraid that you would hate him for that error of his, so he hurriedly said, “Shixiong y/n... I really didn’t know.”

He followed you behind as you carried Chu Wanning, still processing what just happened. Realizing that he got himself into trouble. He was almost glad; after all, isn’t that what he has always wanted in the end? For the death of Chu Wanning. But there was always a lingering fear and anxiousness creeping in on him; he wasn’t sure why. When Shi Mei died, he took away Mo Weiyu’s definition of hope in this cruel world. When he heard about your death, his obsession with Chu Wanning grew since starting from that day, Chu Wanning was the only thing he had. But when Chu Wanning also died. He only remembered that on those days, he did not cry or smile. It was almost as if he had completely given up on everything, including himself.

Without knowing about Mo Ran’s inner thoughts or caring about them, you settled Chu Wanning on his bed. The candles brightened the dark room, illuminating his naked body, which was covered in wounds. It was an almost terrifying sight to see, knowing that even with you here, he’s still getting injured continuously. He would need someone who specializes in healing.

“What are you waiting for?! Go get Shi Mei!” It was the second time you shouted at Mo Ran. The first time was when Mo Ran kissed Chu Wanning on the lips. Mo Ran, even despite being as qualified as dumb as a dog with a stick, quickly rushed out of the room.

In this cultivation world, there are a few ways that people heal themselves. Either through time or meditation. Or if the person is a cultivator, they can heal themselves or call for another cultivator who specializes in healing to heal them. Chu Wanning could have asked for the disciples that specialized in healing; however, he was too stubborn to even ask for help. Therefore, he didn’t ask for any help, and now his condition has worsened.

The transfer of spiritual energy could speed up the healing process; however, it is crucial to make sure that the spiritual energy being transferred to another is a match to the other’s element. Or else, instead of healing, it can disrupt the flow, leading to adverse effects like physical discomfort, pain, or even worsening of the injury.

Your element doesn’t match with Chu Wanning.

But Xian’ye is a match with the wood and metal elements; therefore, you end up transferring some of its spiritual energy onto Chu Wanning. The wounds close up after only a few seconds. You dressed him in his usual white robes.

———-

One thing that you didn’t expect was that Mo Ran would actually bring Shi Mei over.

[landofzero-archive]

Absolute - The Pure Land 7

(Location: Michigan Townscape)

(10 minutes later. On the street near the scene of the fire.)

Jun: GODDAMN!

Damn it, I can’t see anything through the smoke and the crowd!You’re a bit taller than me, right, Ohiisan? Can you see anything~?

Hiyori: What do you mean by that? We’re not that different. What, do you have a complex over being shorter than me?

But it seems like no matter where you are in the world, people gather together when something happens. I guess that’s just human nature.

—Ah, Jun-kun, Jun-kun! Your Ohiisan just got a great idea!

You put on a flashy performance right here right now and catch all the onlookers’ attention while I rush onto the scene! How does that sound!?

Jun: There’s no “how does that sound!?”, you’re still being super reckless towards me!

Hiyori: So are you doing it? Or not?

Jun: Aah jeeze, fine I’ll do it okay!? I’ve trained for emergencies like this~!

Ibara: —Cough cough, please don’t cause a scene, alright?

I want to make it out of here before anyone notices, so it’ll be troublesome if you stand out.

Jun: Ibara!?

Hiyori: Are you okay? As expected, snakes really are stubborn animals!

Ibara: Um well…… Perhaps Uncle was making fun of me, but he grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and threw me out the window while saying, “I’ll handle things from here.”

We were on the third floor, so I would’ve been seriously injured if I hadn’t used a tree as a cushion.

NEGI: “What about Uncle? Is he safe?”

Ibara: …… Yes. Probably. If they’re someone who could take his life with an attack of that intensity, then they would have already died many times over.

More importantly, as much as I would like to help Uncle, I don’t wish to bring harm to any of you—

I don’t want to also be picking chestnuts out of a fire. (1)

For now, let’s evacuate! Yes yes, don’t just stand around and get moving!

Jun: Haha. As soon as he got out, he started directing us.

Hiyori: But that’s exactly what makes him Ibara, isn’t it? What fine weather♪

It’s good that you’re safe. I truly mean it.

NEGI: “……  I’ll stay behind. I’m worried about Uncle.”

Ibara: I understand how you feel, but it’s no use. If I leave you in a dangerous situation, he’ll not only get angry at me later, but he’ll also kill me.

That’s much more dangerous and terrifying. Do you understand?

NEGI: “………

…… Yes. It’s a shame, but a ‘helpless little girl’ won’t be of any use here.”

Ibara: I suppose it’s about having the right person in the right place.

…… Even though I told you all to stay at the hotel, it seems His Highness Hiyori and Jun were searching for His Excellency on their own.

It looks like NEGI-shi was taking care of those troublesome people.

Jun: Jeez, how did you find out!?

Ibara: I was also searching around town for our missing persons, so naturally that kind of information would make its way back to me, right? Is your brain even working properly, Jun?

The tent village at Absolute that you guys were in is considered an untouchable area, so I don’t know what exactly you were doing, but—

………

Hiyori: ? Is something wrong, Ibara? You suddenly covered your mouth and stopped talking—Ah, did you get sick from inhaling the smoke?

Jun: That’s super bad! Wh-What should we do in this kind of situation? Mouth to mouth……!?

Ibara: …… Be quiet for a moment. I think I’ve connected the dots.

NEGI: “Wawa? The building is burning down and collapsing, I don’t know what you thought up but how about we talk while we evacuate?”

Ibara: Right. I spent a lot of time staring at a map of this town yesterday, so I’ve memorized all the escape routes. So, allow me to guide you.

Everyone, please follow me.

Jun: Yes. We’ll always follow Ibara~♪

Ibara: Thank you for that. I appreciate your trust.

Truly……

Anyway, I assumed His Excellency and the other one were somewhere inside a building or underground.

However, in summary, the underground is a large place so I thought it would be difficult to comb through it thoroughly.

Unlike my Uncle, Shaka-shi isn’t a professional criminal. His real job is being an idol, after all, so I’m sure he’s feeling very anxious by now—

There should be a number of security measures in place. In other words, the tent village at Absolute that no one can enter.

He’s also likely hidden underground where no one can see him.

Jun: A criminal? In hiding? What are you talking about? That Shaka-san guy was kidnapped by someone just like Nagi-senpai was……?

Hiyori: Hahaa, does Ibara suspect that Shaka-san is the “true culprit”?

The idea of the person who was thought to be the victim actually turning out to be the culprit has been a staple of mystery plots for a long time.

Ibara: When you think about it that way, a lot of things click into place. I think Your Intelligent Highness understands.

Hiyori: “If you don’t understand, you’re an idiot,” huh? You’re pretending to sweet talk me so you can stir the pot, huh, Ibara♪  

Ibara: Anyway! I’ll be rushing to the Absolute tent village!

Whether the reasoning is correct or not, we can’t just do nothing!

Jun: We’re coming too, y’know~? You’re not going to stop us, are you, Ibara?

Hiyori: We did a lot of interrogating at the tent village yesterday.

Since we know the area and have made some acquaintances, I think you’ll be able to search for Nagisa-kun more efficiently than if you were to go in alone, right?

Ibara: ………

…… There’s no other way. Now then, please come with me.

I’ll feel more secure if I’m there to monitor you, rather than letting you do whatever you want without my knowledge. Fine.

TL Notes:

A phrase based on the fable “The Monkey and The Cat” that essentially means taking a risk for someone else’s sake. While in other countries it generally has a negative connotation that someone else is profiting off of you putting yourself at risk, in Japan it can be seen in a positive light.

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Yandere! Jeff x reader who successfully escapes the mansion and forest because some/most of not all creepy pastas find out and help

Of course my dear! Here is your story :)

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Jeff the Killer x GN Reader

Part 1 of ?

Warnings: Cussing, blood, mentions of a forced relationship, murder, depictions of gore, mentions of violence, drug use, slight mentions of a ship

NSFW version on my other account

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Your eyes won’t open, no, they can’t. He must have covered them again. Not that it would matter. He always leaves the room pitch black anyway. Your breath and your shackles rattling are the only sounds that fill the room. Your heart has never settled since you woke up here a month ago. He proclaimed his love for you and when you tried to deny his advances, he went ballistic and abducted you.

You can hear the front door open, and you hold your breath, hoping he won’t walk into the room. Your ears strain for any sound. The floorboards cry out under his weight, his footsteps stop in front of the door. You let your body go limp, thinking that if you pretend to be relaxed he will go easy on you. You start to tremble involuntarily as the locks are opened one by one. You can hear his laughter as he swings the door open and turns the lights on.

“Y/N~, I’m back! Did ya miss me?” He asks with excitement. You stay silent, unable to even mutter a word because of the gag in your mouth. He grumbles as he shuffles to you, “You could’ve just said something.”

You feel the bed dip from his weight as he moves toward you, stopping when he is straddling your waist. Your eye covering is ripped from your head, you let out a muffled yelp of shock. There he is, his face littered with fresh blood, a wicked smile carved into his cheeks. The smell of him is enough to make you gag, you can smell hints of various drugs clinging to his clothes and alcohol on his breath. Your eyes start watering as they burn from the putrid scents he’s marked himself with.

He smiles above you, “You know what?” he asks, only to answer himself. “I love you!” He hiccups, he traces your jawline, only to stop at the gag tied around your mouth. He slowly undoes the knots and pulls the gag away with the same force. You whimper at the force that rushes through your teeth.

You avoid eye contact with him until he grasps your cheeks and squeezes until your lips part. He leans in and smashes his lips against yours, using his grip on your face to keep you in place. You whimper and frantically try to pull your face away. This only causes him to slip his tongue into your mouth, you taste the iron and alcohol on his breath. You feel like gagging, hoping that he’ll stop soon.

He pushes your shoulders into the bed, pinning you down and deepening his one-sided kiss. Your shackles rattle against the bed frame as you try to push him off, your hands never getting close enough to touch him. He pulls his mouth away but keeps his hands pushing your shoulders in place.

He moves only one hand to wipe away tears that you didn’t know had begun falling. He frowns at you, “Why are you crying, are you not happy?” He seems to think it over for a few seconds and becomes unstable. “Am I not good enough? Do you really think you could do better than me? You’re just a fucking whore who lets people pick you up off the street! I’ll make you learn to love me!”

Your eyes widen, your body shakes and you try to plead with him. “Please, no,” you cry out. He just smiles at you.

It doesn’t take you long to notice his hand inching its way to his back pocket. You thrash yourself around, trying to get away from his touch. The hand that was previously holding your face now rests on your neck, preventing any further movement. The hand behind his back slowly moves back towards your face. You can now see that it is a switchblade with dried blood encrusted on it.

“Please, I’m sorry, forgive me!” You beg, only for your words to fall upon deaf ears.

He presses the knife to the underside of your shirt, slicing it until it uncovers your chest. He starts to laugh as you cry out. He positions his legs over yours, limiting your mobility further. The tip of the blade hovers below your collarbone, he laughs again and begins to engrave something into your skin.

Your screams echo throughout the room. This only encourages him to laugh more and his hand to tighten around your neck. “Please,” you rasp. He looks at you for only a moment before digging the blade back into your flesh. Your legs kick and flail trying to make him stop, this causes him to carve much slower than before. You cry out in agony, tears cascading down your face.

He finally pulls the switchblade away from your skin and smiles at his masterpiece. He leans over towards a table beside the bed, searching through one of the drawers. Jeff finds the thing he is looking for and pulls out a polaroid camera. He snaps a photo of your bleeding chest.

Once the photos develop he shows you the picture. Your eyes are red and puffy, your face is almost unrecognizable. You read what your new markings say, ‘Property of Jeff’.

You sob harder, realizing that you will be stuck with his name engraved into your skin forever. “Do you not like it?” Jeff growls. “Fine! I’ll just have to show you you’re mine in another way. This time you will like it.”

He repositions himself, hands tracing your sides. His hands glide lower until they get stuck on the waistline of your pants. You shake your head and start pleading with him again.

Before Jeff can start to strip you, a knock interrupts him. Jeff glares at you, daring you to make any sort of noise. He places your gag on haphazardly and readjusts his own pants. He rushes out of the room, turning off the lights and closing the door. You are left in the dark once more. You sob in the dark, the pain from your chest is excruciating. Your mind racing with thoughts of what could’ve happened if you weren’t saved by the knock.

Your body aches, blood drips onto the bed sheets, staining them a deep red. Your wails increase and your shoulders and arms twitch. A borderline scream comes from behind your gag, making it fall onto your chin. You hear voices talking, then the voices yelling. Jeff seems to be yelling back, his voice is the loudest out of them all.

You hear him yell out, followed by a soft thump. Your eyes widen, scared of what could happen to you after they left. You muffle your sobs as much as you can with your lip quivering. Footsteps move closer to you, as well as the other voices. The door swings open and the lights are turned back on. You hear two gasps as their eyes land on your bleeding figure.

They both move closer to you, you release a raspy wail, “Please, help me.”

“H-holy shit, WOW” The shorter brunette mutters, his neck twitching slightly. He is wearing a pair of orange goggles and a face mask hangs on his left ear, revealing a large wound on the side of his face.

“What did he do to you?” The taller brunette walks closer to you and looks at the shackles around your wrists. “Hey, Toby,” he looks back and addresses the other male still standing in the doorway. “Hand me one of your hatchets.” The taller man gets close enough that you can see his skin is an ashen-gray, he wears a deep blue mask with inky tears dripping down it.

The shorter male,Toby, moves towards the bed to hand the tall man a hatchet. The tall man raises the hatchet to just above his shoulder, preparing to swing. You close your eyes fully and wait for the mercy of death, only to have your right arm to rest by your side, unchained from the bed. He repeats the process with your left arm. You open your eyes and look up at him, then to Toby, your eyes shimmer with hope and gratitude.

Unbeknownst to the distracted group, a silhouette creeps behind Toby. Jeff lunges forward with a roar. He catches Toby by surprise and slices his stomach open, his intestines spilling out. Toby looks down and tries to cradle his organs close to his body, only for the blood loss to cause his head to feel light. He looks up at Jack and tries to say something but his mouth floods with his blood. He gasps and chokes as he begins to sway. He hits the floor with a loud thud.

Jeff stands in the doorway, his eyes wild with a feral look on his face. His breathing is heavy as he pants above Toby. The tall man trips over himself trying to get to the bleeding man, “Fuck! Toby!” He lands on his knees in front of Toby. Toby shakes and looks up towards the man, his eyes half-lidded. The tall man frantically tries to apply pressure to Toby’s stomach.

Toby calls out to the man, “J-Jack.” Jack’s shoulders bounce with each sharp inhale. His hands, still trying to stop Toby’s organs from pouring out. Toby’s hands reach up for Jack’s, pulling them away. Jack snaps his head in Toby’s direction, Toby holds onto Jack’s hands as he mumbles to him, “You c-can’t h-help me thi-is t-time.”

Jack looks down to him and places his hands on either side of Toby’s face, “I know,” Jack whispers. He leans down and gently presses one last kiss onto Toby’s lips. Jeff laughs as Toby’s breathing starts to slow, then stops.

Jack lets out an animalistic growl as he faces Jeff. Jack pushes off the ground and lunges at Jeff. He slams his hands into Jeff’s shoulders, knocking Jeff onto the floor behind him. Jeff swings his switchblade, his arms moving wildly.

Jack knocks the blade out of Jeff’s hand, the knife gliding across the floor. Jack reaches for the blade and strikes. Jeff hisses in pain as Jack pins him down on the floor with his knife, the blade grazes his shoulder as it is embedded into the hardwood floor.

Jack stands and gives Jeff a solid kick to the ribs, a sickening crack makes you flinch. Jacks walks toward you, his breath shaking. You look up at him, then to Jeff who lays on the floor trying to pull the knife out of his sweatshirt. Jack steps closer to you and in a few strides he reaches your bedside.

Jack places his hands to gently help you sit up. “I’m going to get you out of here,” he states. Jeff thrashes on the floor, creating dull thuds with his shoulder.

Jeff roars, “Like hell I’m gonna let you take them from me! Put them down and leave. I should slit your throat for even looking at them right now,” Jack moves closer to Jeff, daring him to make a move. Jeff stills on the floor, his eyes staring at Jack with a viscous glare.

Jack pulls you in his arms bridal style. He adjusts you so that your injury won’t bother you as he carries you.

Jack takes his chance and runs out of the bedroom and out of the small house. Jeff shouts something, but it’s too muffled by the wind rushing past your ears to hear. Jack holds you slightly closer as he hears Jeff slam the front door open, yelling again but not moving to chase Jack.

Once Jack is a close distance to his destination he slows to a walk. Jack remembers how revealed your body is and looks around to make sure Jeff isn’t nearby. Jack kneels down and places you gently to lean against a tree trunk while he takes off his sweatshirt. He then helps guide your arms into the sweatshirt, trying to make sure not to put too much strain on your injuries.

You hiss in pain as the fabric rests on your chest. “Th-thank you,” you whisper. Jack just hums in response and picks you up again. The rhythmic sounds of his footfall and your blood loss have your eyelids drooping. You rest your head against Jack’s chest and begin to doze off.

When you wake up, you are naked again with Jack leaning over your chest. You stare up at him and hope that he has good intentions, you flinch as you start to feel pain spread its way across your chest. You look towards his hands and see that he has wrapped your wounds. Your heartbeat calms and you release a sigh of relief.

This notifies Jack that you’re awake “You’ve been asleep for 30 minutes. I’m sorry to have you lying so exposed but I needed access to your wounds.” You nod your head softly and close your eyes, blocking out the pain.

Jack grabs a pair of scissors and snips the last of the bandages. He picks up his sweatshirt again and helps you sit up. You flinch as you move your arms to get into the sweatshirt. He pulls the sweatshirt down your torso and holds out his hand, “Are you able to walk?” You look up at him and take his hand.

You scoot closer to the edge of the table and respond, you look down at your legs, head swooning. “I don’t think so,” you rasp. Jack nods and begins to pick you up again.

You hold your breath as he fixes your position, he starts to walk into a hallway and takes a few paces to the left. He pauses and opens a door, you look down and notice a flight of stairs leading down into a basement.

Jack steps forward and heads down the steps. At the bottom of the staircase is a room Jack steps in. The lights are dim and have a yellow hue to them. You squint trying to let your eyes adjust to the drastic change. Jack’s shoes make dull thuds with every footfall on the concrete flooring.

Jack pulls open a door, its hinges groan and squeal with age. Jack huffs as he steps in, a thin layer of dust is disturbed and floats through the air. Jack stops at a bed, its frame rusted and flaking, the mattress is worse for wear. The air tastes stale on your tongue, you allow yourself to be set down on the bed.

More dust is flung into the air as Jack sets you down. You look around the cell, the only other furniture is a small wooden desk and chair. Multiple papers are scattered around the top of the desk as well as a small table lamp. A few of the papers are hung on the wall or lay on the floor. All of the papers have the same symbol messily scratched on to them.

Jack takes a few steps toward the door. Only when you look up in confusion does he address your new space. He turns towards you, “Don’t worry, this is only a precaution for your safety,” he lies. “This cell will keep you safe from anyone who tries to get to you. Including Jeff. I have the only key to your door. You’ll be safe.”

Your eyes water slightly at the thought of being safe from Jeff. You thank him, “J-Jack, right?” He nods, “Thank you, for everything you’ve done. You saved me.”

Jack doesn’t reply and walks out of the cell. The door handle latches into place and the sound of the lock clicking into place echoes throughout the room.

You can hear his footsteps striding away, only for him to return to the door and crack it open. “I’ll be back in a few hours with food and a change of clothing. Don’t interact with anyone or anything that tries to talk to you,” he warns. He moves the lock back in place and walks away. His footsteps get farther and farther away, then are drowned out by a sharp ringing in your ears.

You look over to the desk and are lured to the papers. You find a couple blank pages and a pen; as if in a trance you start to scratch the same markings into the sheets. The tall man with no face, the crossed out circle, the warnings.

‘DONT TRUST HIM’

‘LIARS’

‘HES WATCHING’

‘RUN’

⦻

—END

I hope you all enjoyed and I’ll see you in part 2!!!

[st4rdom-if]

for St4rdom (and the people with them), what is the most challenging aspect of being on tour ?

Q: ST4RDOM, what is the most challenging aspect of being on tour?

Sofie: Well, we aren't on tour yet, but from the ones we have gone on, I'd say dealing with the other members.

She looks at Nari and Vi, who both scoff simutaneously.

Sofie: Getting them to do things is tiring, although I wouldn't have it any other way.

Nari: Aww, she loves us!

Vi: I always knew you loved us even if you have never said it.

Sofie: Hush!

The two smirk but they spare her mercy, with Nari speaking up next.

Nari: I honestly feel homesick every time we leave. I have a feeling I will be calling my family often on tour.

Vi: The culture is also different, so I miss a lot of the usual foods I eat.

Sofie: Oh yeah, she got sick once, too.

Vi: I performed anyway, though I stayed away from meet-and-greets because I didn't want to spread it.

Chang-ho: That was pretty gross.

Interviewer: Oh, yes! This question also applies to you, Jun Chang-ho shi, and the rest of ST4RDOM's team. What is the most challenging aspect of being on tour?

Chang-ho: Technically speaking, guarding [name] already is a challenge in itself, but I digress. Timezones tend to screw up my bodyclock, so I always feel jetlagged. I have traveled before, but since we will be in a different country every week, it will be hard on me.

Nari: Oh, that's true! I might have to wake up early or stay up late to talk to my family.

Nari's bodyguard: Not on my watch, you don't. You need your sleep.

Nari: Aww, but—

Nari's bodyguard: Mine is dealing with her.

Nari: Hmph!

She folds her arms, sucking in air to puff her cheeks out. Gracie's shoulders bounce as she covers her mouth.

Vi's bodyguard: Same, but mine is having to watch over her.

He points at Vi, who does not bother to argue against him. In fact, she shrugs, leaning back in her seat.

Vi: Can't argue with that.

Andy: I never knew you felt that way?

Vi's bodyguard: Listen, I don't get paid enough for this.

This causes some to laugh, and Andy talks over it, trying to calm down.

Andy: I think, as a translator, that it is hard having to keep up with everyone. And there is going to be a lot more fans, so that means more time having to do my job.

Everyone hums, and the managers keep quiet. Seeing that nobody is going to talk, the interviewer does.

Interviewer: If nobody else wants to speak, then we can go on to the next question?

Nobody does.

Interviewer: Ah, uh, alright then, let's move on!