#DO ANOTHER FREE EVENT AS WELL ‼️‼️

[jammingjaem]

ticketing for l.a is going to be helllll, but you will see me SEATED. AGAIN. for nct dream. 😋

[the-anime-enthusiast]

today is Iida's birthday !!!! maybe some drabbles/headcannons about what it would be like to celebrate with him :3?

TENYAS BDAY‼️‼️

headcannons and drabbles 😜

for everyone else who has requested stuff and I haven't replied, I'm so sorry 😭 I just moved 4 states away from home by myself and I've been busy ASFFF but I'm finally starting to get some free time again so pls be patient with me, I appreciate it 🙏

GIFT IDEAS 🎁

Okay so this first one is oddly specific, but every time I go on my own personal Tenya Iida bend, I alwaaayyyss think of this. My fav "perfect gift for him" idea is a pair of glasses (stick with my now), but not just any pair, a pair with his hero name

"Ingenium"

engraved in the side‼️ It may seem kinda dumb cause hes got like, idk a bagillion pairs of glasses, but these are perfect for special occasions and we all know he prefers the finer things in life so I think he's love this 😌😌 (possibly sheds tears bc he loves his brother like it's nobody's business and he feels the weight of this gift in his soul, ong)

My favorite gag gift ideas all come down to one thing, oranges. (ifykyk but de I will still explain) So, as a lot of Tenya fans know, his quirk uses oranges/orange juice as the fuel for his engines (no I'm not lying, it's random ik, his family has so many random traditions and small details thrown into the show, I love them sm 💞)

Like many people, I love gag gifts, and I would have a field day with this. I'm talking sunglasses shaped like oranges, bottles upon bottles of assorted orange juice, Sunny D merch, the whole nine yards. While this HC is made to be a gag gift, I think he would actually lose his shit over this, like best gift he's ever received type shit. He'd keep a specific shelf on his bookshelf for all things orange you get him (like a shrine or sm shi 💀) It def weirds ppl out when they don't know the story behind the shelf, but he loves it 😌👍

Another gag gift idea I love 😋 (okay so rq)

fun fact Abt me: I'm in mechanics and I js know bro would eat up auto mechanics related gag gifts Soo much 😭😭

Like cleaner for his mufflers, car oil (strictly for shits and giggles) js dumb shit like that 😭 Again, definitely has a stash/shrine for all this stuff, everytime you tell him he can get rid of it

"it was just a joke tenya, you know you don't have to keep it right?"

"well dear, it could come in handy one day! You never know ☺️"

Spending the Day Together 💞

Bros prim and proper, if your lucky, you wake up before him. It's no secret that appreciates the finer things in life (and the small things, atp he appreciates literally everything. Tenya is an angel sent from heaven and don't you forget it ✋) But if you decide to wake this man up to some bomb ass breakfast, I'm talking bacon, eggs, possibly pancakes, and ofc a big ass glass of orange juice he WILL tear up. I know deep in my soul he's an emotional (or at least dramatic) gift reciever.

I feel like his birthday would actually be a pretty average day, other than the morning and night. He ofc wants to have breakfast with you, whether it's cooking or the two of you going out, but he makes a NIIGHT out of his birthday. Y'all are doing it all don't even play ✋ Anything he could think of that you would also enjoy, is going on the list. (ofc there's a list, this is Teny Iida were talking Abt 🙄🙄)

There happens to be a festival near by? ✅

Oh your in a town known for it's street foods? Take a wild guess where your going. ✅

Open Business Shack street strip? You're walking that thing about 50 times. ✅

Art Museums. Movies. Live Music. Wining and Dining. Walks in a Park. Walks on the beach. Hero conventions. Literally any event near or on his birthday y'all are going to. You can try to plan all you want for him but he's got things mapped out before you ever thought possible. Something to be grateful for though, he doesn't mind it. He doesn't mind planning all of these things for HIS birthday because making you happy in the process is more than enough for him to get by (selfless baddie).

At the End of the Day 🌆

As much as I'd like to think, and we'd all like to think, that Tenya gets in a good amount of alone time with you at the end of his birthday, it just doesn't happen (ikik trust the process 😔)

After a long day of walking around the town, eating great food, spending way to much money on entrance fees to museums, gift shops, and that great food I mentioned, bros pooped (sry guys I'm js a girl and idk how else to word that with equal humor to that phrase 😔)

The second you walk through that door bags are crashing into the ground, shoes are being thrown across the room (not rly tho cuz u leave ur shoes by the front door 👍), clothes are being scattered across the living and bedroom. All bro wants to do is crash into his bed. He barely has time to out his night cap on 😔😔

It's slightly mundane but sweet because trust me ✋ After a day like the one he has planned y'all's bed sounds like heaven. I mean you can swear you hear the angels themselves singing to you once y'all slink into bed together, and honestly he wouldn't have it any other way. Spending an amazing day with his amazing partner, then getting into an even more amazing bed with said partner at the end of his lil adventure 💞

this is kinda on the short side, but it's late ash where I'm at and I'm tired asff BUT I FINALLY WROTE SMT AGAIN 😍😍 (praise God life was getting so boring) I hope y'all enjoy! I haven't been an iida girlie for awhile now but y'all are bringing it back 😜 (not to mention that one scene from the anime where it's class 1-A vs Deku and bros looking extra yummy) (slay) (pls don't come for me I'm 18 and have been watching this show since I was 12)(I'm also asexual so I'm not being weird I swear)(ik some of my reposts say otherwise but guys good writing is good writing what can I say 😭🙏)

Hope y'all have a wonderful night!

Lots of love 💞

BYYYEE ‼️‼️

[afyrian]

CONGRATULATIONS SM ON 200!! U DESERVE IT AND A LOT MOREEE‼️🤍

but anywayyy, for your 200 event, may I please have 🎤 + 🏐 with atsumu as a fic (long or short) if that's alright? :DD I live for songwriter x reader fics I adore them hihi

TYSM IF YOU DECIDE TO DO THIS!!! AND CONGRATULATIONS AGAINNN 🗣

off kilter love atsumu miya x gn!reader (fluff) m.list | wc: 1k | prompt: songwriter + 'wait really? you're not joking?'

    soft instrumental music plays throughout the café, the harsh wind blowing against the side of the building. patrons of all sorts have made their way into the building, protecting themselves from the summer storm. atsumu sits by himself at a two-person table, staring at the music sheet in front of him.

  headphones rest on his ears as the relating melody replays over and over. he taps the floor absentmindedly with his foot, trying to feel the rhythm of the music. however, the only lyrics he can think of are the ones he's sloppily written on a napkin. they don't follow the rhythm of the song he's writing for, nor the feel of the album it's going on. 

  leaving atsumu to stare down at the napkin in front of him, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. chills run down his arms as he thinks about the very person he's written the lyrics about. and much to his surprise, there you stand, ordering coffee a few yards from him. a ring of fate's bell seemingly working in his favor.

  you have yet to notice him, focused on something on your phone. your hair was blown in the wind, your bag nearly falling off your shoulder. he could envision you like this for forever, off kilter but ultimately still the most beautiful person he's ever seen. probably more beautiful than he's normally seen you, because it's so real. 

  atsumu wants to walk up to you, but by the time he finally gains the courage, you're already ordering. he can practically hear your usual order, 'mocha frappuccino, some vanilla, and a drivel of caramel on top'. he honestly couldn't even remember the last time you asked him to get you something else. 

  now, though, he's positive you're ordering it again, a smile written across your face. just as you're handing off your credit card, your gaze flickering in his direction. as you're handing off the card, you open your mouth in surprise, giving him a short wave with your free hand. 

  very rarely do you see each other outside of work, but when you do, it sends atsumu's heart out of his chest. your professional wear unravels into streetwear and you wear a perfect smile. as you finish your transaction, atsumu quickly shoves the napkin under his wallet. anxiously sweating at the thought of you reading it. 

  "atsumu! hello, i'm so happy i dropped in here during that wind storm..." you look out of the large front windows, the small city trees blowing backwards from the extensive weathering, "because i'll be getting a drink and a conversation, plus i haven’t visited new grounds yet.”

  he nods enthusiastically, trying to figure out ways to talk to you casually, "yeah, i come here pretty much every day after work to think and write some lyrics."

  "well maybe i'll have to visit you some. i've had such writers block lately, and the artist i'm working for is begging for it to be done before the main festival season starts," you purse your lips, pulling out the chair across from him and sitting down without another thought. 

  normally, if it were anyone but you, he'd probably shake his head, annoyed. yet for you, he'd go to the end of the earth to find you a chair. just so you'd even have a thought of sitting across from him. "right, yeah, i'm having trouble too. none of the lyrics are working right, i may have to work on the melody some," atsumu taps his chin with his pencil, giving you a tired smile. 

  “well let’s brainstorm some, the storm isn’t dying down anytime soon and i’m still waiting on my coffee..” you lean forward in your chair, resting your elbows on the table as you look across the way at him. 

  the way you look at him sends his heart rate spiking, emotionally vulnerable to your whims. before he can get a word out, likely to stumble on it anyways, the barista calls out your name. “uh, let me go get that for you, i’ll probably grab us a snack too if you’re going to be here for a bit,” atsumu lets out a shaky breath, figuring he’d save the embarrassment if he offered you a snack. 

  you nod, biting your lip, watching as he picks up his wallet and heads for the pick up area. normally, you wouldn’t snoop on your colleague and friend’s things, but he left behind a little napkin. it was hiding below his wallet, something scribbled onto it with a pen. the café’s name, new grounds, in the top right corner. right below it rests a few sentences. 

  ‘i wanna get stuck in your head, i wanna watch a t.v. show together, and when we're under the weather we can watch it in bed…’ is written in poor cursive. your name is circled beside it, the writing more clear, more thought put into each letter of your name. you find yourself looking up at him, smiling to yourself. sure you’ve thought of him in more than one way, but never did you think he’d feel the same.

  the way he flirts, acting oh-so relaxed, felt so natural in front of you. like he’s done it a million times. except, really it’s just been for you. as he walks over you look down at your feet, wondering what to say to him. “uh- i don’t mean to eavesdrop, of sorts, is that song about me?”

  “oh- uh yeah, but i was just brainstorming, like you don’t have to say anything-”

  “but i like you too, i always have,” you look up at him, trying to hold back the smile that was fighting so badly to come to the surface. 

  it takes a moment for the gears in atsumu’s head to turn all the way. his eyes open wide as he tries to interpret what you’re saying, even if it’s really straightforward, “wait really? you’re not joking?”

  “yeah, yeah i’m not joking,” you reach your hand over the table, grabbing his hand with yours, “i wouldn’t joke about such a thing… especially when said someone knows my favorite pastry to buy…”

a/n: really hope this was good!! i hope you enjoyed it <33 AND TJANK YOU!! I APPRECIATE ALL THE LOVE!!

[ike-garden2024]

Mirror Mirror 🪞

So I read this man’s route. The translated version provided by @aishangotome it was so good! There’s quite a few translations on their page. Go check it out!! 😄 It took me a couple days to process what I read because I binged the entire thing, including both endings 🤣 this is a mess of a post 🙈 the rest of this post will contain spoilers, if that’s not something you want to see please scroll away 😂 anyway thank you @aishangotome for your translation work! Now let’s talk about the man in question, Alfons

Warning ‼️ contains topics that may be uncomfortable to some including but not limited to: death, addictions, trauma, etc.

The tragic fate attached to his curse is exactly what I thought it would be, to be forgotten by everyone who knew him after he dies. I can only imagine how painful that is. Lots of people nearing death tend to talk about their memories a lot and often I’ve heard them say “I’ll be remembered for x,y,z”, Alfons can’t have that… well, not completely… I like that the writers added the part of Roger and Kate doing some research of people who were involved with someone who has the mirror curse. It opened up another avenue, the name and face may be forgotten but the impact the cursed one had on the other person is not. In fact it leaves the person with a sense of emptiness, like they’ve forgotten something important. While that can be painful, it also means that the life of the cursed one matters, they’re important. I can imagine that no one wants to leave their loved ones with that kind of pain, a pain that will never really heal over time because they’ll always be wondering what/who their forgetting and that could potentially lead to always trying to find answers. It can potentially drive a person crazy. Despite all that, I think I agree with Kate. All of that pain and suffering is worth it. Sure you end up making memories that you’ll eventually forget and you’ll forget the important person but, your body and emotions don’t forget, it’s still actively being felt. That’s why Alfons loving Kate means tearing her life to shreds, leaving unforgettable marks on her entire being. It’s also why he’d prefer to die after her, he genuinely doesn’t want to be forgotten by her. I think in the fake wedding event epilogue she says something about dying together 🤔 I can’t quite remember.

Moving on! The way he goes about using his abilities doesn’t strike me as “evil” necessarily. On his personal time I mean!! He’s certainly making criminals go mad as part of his judgement on them 😂 although it’s a bit twisted, the way he makes himself available for random people to use his power is a form of care. It’s not good to run away from the reality of a situation but many times people wish they could. That’s kind of where addictions and bad habits come from. But even if it’s not that extreme, reading a favorite book, watching a favorite show, playing a game, etc. are also ways to escape reality for a while. I like the way the character Alfons basically encompasses the idea of escapism. It’s an extreme version of something everyone does in their own way. I’ve always loved how writers have the ability to create a whole new world where you can just get lost in. It’s what inspires my career choice and seeing people’s reactions to anime, games, stories, etc. continues to motivate me. I’d love to help create a world one day for people to enjoy. Reading Alfons’s route weirdly motivated me more 😂 without moderation, anything can become an addiction, but it’s sometimes hard to create these moderations. Alfons always makes himself available, his free time is literally dedicated to sex addicts behind a bar and people in the east side(?) of London. Moderation is not in that man’s vocabulary 🤣 He can say it’s for entertainment all he wants but I think he’s somewhat genuinely concerned 😂 he’s like a drug though, have a small taste and you end up wanting more and more.

I don’t particularly like the man’s personality but I understand it a lot better now. I can somewhat respect it but thats it 🤣 His lifestyle choice truly is understandable after reading his story and the “why” behind it all pulls at my heart a bit. Honestly the way he found out about his curse and fate did not help at all 😂 like young Roger had absolutely no consideration when he dropped the info on him. To young Roger it was like “a new subject!” Damn, what if he would’ve turned out a little different had young Roger just gone about it a different way. I believe this is the reason they don’t get along(?) it’s my understanding at least. When the route comes out in English I’m looking forward to reading his side stories to get to know him even more. I definitely find him interesting from a writing perspective. Great character concept and execution!

AH! I forgot to touch on the Elbert/Alfons dynamic. They’re so cute 🥰 you can really tell they care for each other. With their silly bets, Alfons leaving Elbert a handwritten note, and just other things 🤭 it’s great

This is such a bad pile of notes, I apologize for any mistakes but I needed to get my thoughts down and out 😂 Thank you

[rascal-xo]

I heard your requests are open~

I'm always a sucker for angsty hostage reader fics. Maybe one of the 141 are clearing a warehouse, and come across hostage!reader. He takes them back to the base for their injuries and they start to get close

Hopefully this is enough to go off of, I really like your writing

Special Affairs | Task Force 141 x GN!Reader

Chapter Summary: You’ve found yourself in a sticky situation and end up crossing paths with none other than the infamous 141 soldiers.

Warnings: Violence, weapons, language, reads like an action fic ‼️

Word Count: a lot. (i’m too lazy to check lol)

A/N: I decided to let my creativity run wild and took some inspiration from the Cold War campaign (my fav). I hope you enjoy and ty for the request!!

|NOT CANONICALLY ACCURATE| |OVERLAPPING OF TIMELINES| PART 2 HERE

When you were recruited for the CIA, It was only a matter of time you’d find yourself in this situation. Your training had prepared you for the unexpected, but nothing could have quite prepared you for the events that unfolded during this covert mission.

As a highly skilled agent, you were sent deep undercover to gather intel on a notorious terrorist organization. You had infiltrated their ranks and gained their trust, positioning yourself to uncover their plans from within.

But during one of the critical moments, a sudden turn of events led to chaos.

As tensions escalated, shots rang out, triggering a full-blown firefight and you were caught in the crossfire, you fought valiantly, taking down several hostiles. You were outnumbered and one of the enemy operatives managed to sneak up behind you, immobilizing you with a well-placed blow to the head.

When you regained consciousness, you found yourself disoriented and restrained in a dimly lit underground bunker. Your head throbbed with pain as you struggled against the ropes binding your wrists.

Hours turned into days as you remained imprisoned, your captors using various failed forms of psychological torture to extract information.

Unbeknownst to Captain Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz, their mission had brought them closer to the underground facility where you were held captive.

Their objective aligned with yours - to dismantle the terrorist organization from within.

As the four of them navigated the corridors, they encountered heavy resistance. The sound of gunfire echoed through the compound, alerting your captors to the presence of intruders. “Was zum Teufel?!” (What the hell?!”)

The two armed soldiers in your room snapped up from their seats and readied their rifles to fire back if the door opened.

Just as the enemy closed in on your location, the sound of a door being kicked open reverberated through the bunker.

Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz burst into the room, their weapons blazing. Their entrance sent your captors into disarray, allowing you to break free from your restraints.

Without wasting another moment you grabbed a gun on the nearby table, just as The Captain’s weapon pointed away from the now dead guards and to you, “Don’t Shoot!” You exclaimed.

“Who are you?” Ghost barked, not lowering his gun yet.

“I’m CIA.” Price motioned for everyone to lower their weapons and you walked closer to the group.

You nodded to them, “Clandestine Special Officer, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“What’re you doing down here, Lass?” Soap chimed in, looking at you intently.

“Came here on the job you’ve been sent to finish.” You looked at your shoulder which was still freshly wounded, and then looked around the room for your jacket. You finally caught eye on it laying on the floor and quickly went to put it on.

“Wait, you cant go on like this, you’re broken.” Gaz points out, motioning to your shoulder. You could feel the black and blue forming around your eyes and the cut stinging on your lip as well. ‘So much for covert’ you thought to yourself.

“I’m fine, but I know East Berlin won’t be if we don’t get moving.” You answer.

Captain Price exchanged a glance with Soap before nodding in agreement. "They’re right. We need to finish this mission, and it seems like we've got ourselves an unexpected ally," he said, his voice steady and commanding. “Gonna get that arm checked out once we’re back, got it?”

You nod and collect the rest of your scattered gear, before heading out of the bunker and to the main facility. “So what’s the motherfucker got down here that needs to be guarded like this?” Gaz asks, as you take down maps and manifestos from the enemy conference room which is now empty.

“Missiles.” They all pause and turn to you in shock. “American missiles.”

“Steamin bloody Jesus.” Soap mutters.

“In the 50’s, Operation Greenlight put nuclear devices within every major European city as the ultimate ‘fuck you’ to a Soviet invasion of Europe. But an upgraded American Precision Strike system when online 2 weeks ago, sent up red flags all over but they were disguised at that time.”

“Perseus.” Price’s voice had anger lining it. “When does the system become active?”

“We have 24 hours at best. Launch was already delayed a few days from what I understand.”

The group exchanged concerned glances. "We need to move fast and take out the missile launch site before it's too late," Captain Price said, his voice urgent.

You nodded in agreement, knowing that time was of the essence. "I have intel on the location of the launch site, but it's heavily guarded," you said, pulling out a map and pointing to a spot. "We need a solid plan of attack."

You joined Captain Price and Soap as they made their way towards the launch site, keeping your eyes peeled for any enemy forces. Gaz and Ghost went around the south entrance.

Finally, you reached the launch site and saw the missile silos looming in the distance. The group split up, with Captain Price and Soap taking the left flank and you taking the right.

As you made your way towards the silos, you encountered heavy resistance. Enemy soldiers were everywhere, firing at you from all directions. You returned fire, taking out as many as you could.

When you reached the site, you quickly accessed the control panel, determined to disable the launch sequence. With deftness born from your CIA training, you navigated the complex system, neutralizing the imminent threat.

“Bravo Six to Actual- do you copy?” Price spoke.

“This is actual, what’s your report?” Laswell’s voice coming from the comms.

“We’ve got the threat. They were active missiles.”

The tension in the room dissipated as the launch sequence halted. A collective sigh of relief passed through the team.

“Gonna call in the evac, Y/N you with us?” Soap asked, coming to the group. Going back with the 141 didn’t seem like such a bad idea now that you had worked with them. The CIA could use the extra knowledge first hand.

“Hope you’ll save me a seat.” You smiled.

———

After the mission, you and the rest of the team returned to a secure base in London. You found yourself sitting at the counter at a pub.

You watched from across the bar as Soap scored a bullseye with the dart, earning a triumphant cheer from Gaz. Ghost simply nodded in approval, his focus seemingly undisturbed.

“Adler it’s Y/N. Everything’s been handled but I’m in London for the time being.” You sent the voicemail and set your phone down.

Captain Price walked over, a slight smile playing on his lips. He took a seat beside you, signaling the bartender for a drink.

"CIA, huh?" Price remarked, his voice carrying a hint of warmth. "So what’s next for you, darling?”

"There’s always something that needs to be dealt with. But It feels good to have a moment to breathe," you replied, taking a sip from your drink. The cool liquid provided a soothing sensation as it slid down your throat.

You looked up to meet his gaze. You had known of captain for quite some time now. There wasn’t a file at Langley you hadn’t been assigned to go through, his of course was more seasoned than others.

Price's piercing blue eyes met yours, and for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to fade away. His expression held a mix of admiration and camaraderie, a silent acknowledgment.

He leaned back in his seat, his expression now uncertain. “Laswell never mentioned you or anything about this mission being active.”

“Well neither did Shepard, and we all know you have a Shepard problem.” You moved your glass in a circular motion slightly, watching the golden liquid rise and fall.

“We’ll always have that problem, darling.” He scoffed, downing the rest of his scotch.

“Well since i’m here now, consider that problem handled.” You said, suddenly deciding that you and the 141 weren’t quiet done being a team yet…

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A/N: I highkey enjoy writing action/double meaning story fics. LMK what y’all think :))

[hunieday]

Momo Rabbitube Mini - Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Kujo Tenn: Momo-san, Izumi Iori, good morning.

Kujo Tenn: Regarding tomorrow’s get-together, I will be at Momo-san’s house at around 4 PM as planned. Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule.

Izumi Iori: Good morning, Kujo-san, Momo-san. I’ll also be there as planned. 

Izumi Iori: I’m looking forward to the takoyaki party.

Momo: Good morning. Thank you very much for your generous invitation.

Momo: I found a takoyaki plate at my house, I think it would be great to use for our gathering. Please feel free to come.

Momo: ……….

Momo: i'm wonewy (1) …😭‼️‼️‼️ ️Can I use emojis now ?! well I already used these tho 😭‼️

Izumi Iori: Why won’t you use them? What’s the matter?

Kujo Tenn: I apologize. Did I seem too distant?

Momo: No! I think it’s polite, just like you two! I tried to match you but my speech bubble looked very simple and lonely lololol

Momo: why don’t you try to be casual and use emojis too?!

Kujo Tenn: I want to eat takoyaki 😋🎶

Momo: Cuuuuuute~!!! 😍😲😆

Izumi Iori: As expected of kujo-san, a quick response…

Kujo Tenn: Thank you. I appreciate it 🐱

Momo: Alright, now it’s time for Iori’s cute little rabbit chat!!

Momo: 3! (*°▽°*)

Izumi Iori: Huh?

Momo: 2! ((*°▽°*))

Izumi Iori: Um…

Izumi Iori: What even is a cute rabbit chat?!

Kujo Tenn: you’re running out of time.

Izumi Iori: Ahhhh no!

Momo: 1! (((o(*°▽°*)o)))

Izumi Iori: 

Momo: Awesome!!!!! It’s a Mitsuki stamp 😆🫶🧡

Kujo Tenn: You’ve escaped, Izumi Iori.

Izumi Iori: Escaped? What do you mean? Nii-san’s stamp is very cute.

Momo: Yes, yes! It’s perfect, Iori! 🫶✨ 

Izumi Iori: Indeed. I agree.

Momo: Thank you 2 for going along with Momo-chan’s whims 🥺

Momo: I’ll do my best to clean up for tomorrow’s gathering, it’ll be squeaky clean ⚔ 🔫 💥 

Izumi Iori: you’re saying squeaky clean but the emojis are a bit ominous…

Kujo Tenn: It sounds like a different kind of cleaning…

Momo: My bad, sorry! Cleaning my place is a bit of an event! I just throw everything I see into the closet!

Kujo Tenn: I’m starting to feel very concerned…

Izumi Iori: Momo-san, what about the fridge?

Momo: You can’t see inside the fridge without opening so it’s exactly like the closet

Izumi Iori: they’re not the same thing in the slightest!

Kujo Tenn: Izumi Iori, do you know something?

Izumi Iori: Yes. When I visited Momo-san’s house with nii-san before, he froze one year old meat and fish.

Momo: If you freeze them, they stay as fresh as they were when I got them, right?!

Izumi Iori: No they do not.

Kujo Tenn: A year old… Momo-san, be careful not to upset your stomach.

Momo: Tenn-chan is so kind 😭 The frozen ones were fine! Three months old at the longest!

Momo: But the lettuce I harvested with Yuki on location wilted a bit 🥺 even though it’s lettuce full of memories with Yuki 🥺

Kujo Tenn: if it’s only wilted and hasn’t changed color, there’s a method to revive it instantly.

Momo: Huh?! This lettuce has health insurance?! 😳😳

Kujo Tenn: If you dip it in hot water then ice cold water, the crispiness will return as if it were new and freshly picked. Try it. 

Izumi Iori: Also, if you stick several toothpicks into its core beforehand, it will last longer.

Momo: Really?!!! I’ll give it a try!! Thanks to the Idols of the Day for the advice~~ 😄🙏

Kujo Tenn: I learnt it from Ryuu’s grandmother. Gaku might know a thing or two as well, and if I find another good tip I'll tell you.

Izumi Iori: I’m looking forward to seeing the lettuce come back to life.

Momo: 

Momo: Everything is tidied up, and I checked everything in my fridge! Now all I have to do is the laundry, Iori-sensei, Tenn-sensei! 😤🙌

Izumi Iori: Before I knew it I’ve become a teacher

Kujo Tenn: Iori-sensei seems very strict. If you forget your textbooks, you might have to write a reflection letter or something like that.

Izumi Iori: Look who’s talking? I’m sure you’d reprimand someone because of a slightly crumpled handout, Tenn-sensei.

Momo: lololololol you 2 are still teenagers so your vision of a teacher is still very mighty!!! 🫠

Kujo Tenn: Wouldn’t you like to see Momo-san as a teacher though?

Izumi Iori: I do. I can already imagine students calling him “Momochan-sensei”.

Momo: You two get along super well?! 😳 lolol

Kujo Tenn:

Kujo Tenn: Even during the rabbitube mini shoot, you sang “SILVER SKY” in a robotic voice and made the staff smile, livening up the place.

Kujo Tenn: I think Momo-san would be a fantastic teacher precisely because you excel at analyzing and observing your surroundings.

Izumi Iori: You also were very good at singing while doing the robot dance.

Izumi Iori: You’ve played the role of a student in some dramas but never a teacher, right?

Momo: Well, Momo-chan has a pretty face, so I’m often given a role that’s supposed to be younger than my age 😋💫 though it feels a bit awkward to say that about myself 😋 lololol

Momo: And when I was singing, I felt like you two didn't respond well~~ I was reflecting on it 🤣 lololol.

Kujo Tenn: I'm sorry. Momo-san, your robot voice singing was so good that I was invested in listening.

Izumi Iori: I also thought, "I want to learn how to robot dance like that."

Momo: Oh, I see 🤣 lolol. I'm glad it wasn't that it didn't go through well!!!

Momo: But while being a teacher is great, don't you want a robot? A robot that can do household chores for you and stuff! �� 

Kujo Tenn: Rather than a robot, I wish there was a machine that could do everything at once: shower ⇒ hairdryer ⇒ hair care ⇒ skincare.

Momo: aaaaaaaa I get you too well. It's really tough when you're tired

Izumi Iori: Everyone thinks about it at least once. I’m still able to manage somehow since I get home earlier than you two…

Kujo Tenn: What about Riku? Is his schedule manageable?

Izumi Iori: Yes. Both Manager and I are taking proper care of it, so no need to worry.

Kujo Tenn: I see. I trust you in that regard.

Momo: As expected you two are getting along well!? 🤣

Kujo Tenn: did it seem like we didn't get along during the shoot?

Momo: No!!! I sometimes thought, “did I see sparks just neow (2)?” 🤩⚡I was stimulated a bit too!

Momo: If we stimulate each other positively in this industry, everyone will be happy!

Izumi Iori: Momo-sensei.

Kujo Tenn: Momo-sensei, huh?

Momo:Huh!? You 2 are great at making your senpai feel accomplished 😆.

Momo: 

Momo: But seriously. When you take the idol industry into consideration, I think it’s great to have a relationship where people can come to my house without hesitating.

Izumi Iori: It's because you’re Re:vale, right?

Kujo Tenn: That's right. Because it's Momo-san and Yuki-san. Thank you for always looking out for us.

Momo: 

Momo: I'll take a screenshot and check it again later with Yuki and cry 😭

Kujo Tenn: Hey, Izumi Iori, since Re:vale are always hospitable to us, how about we do something for them tomorrow?

Izumi Iori: That sounds good. I'll think about something suitable before tomorrow.

Momo: Kyaa~~!! Momo-chan is super excited for the surprise two cuties like you are preparing 😆🩷💚

Izumi Iori: I'll try to come up with something other than the knowledge I gained from the "Anyone Can Do It! Magic Show." book Nanase-san left in his room.

Kujo Tenn: Riku wants to do magic apparently. Cute.

Momo: Momo-chan will prepare lots of essential ingredients for the takoyaki party 😘

Izumi Iori: By the way, what kind of ingredients?

Momo: Dried plums, grapes, marshmallows, etc…? They're round, so they should be easy to put in! 😋👌

Kujo Tenn: Izumi Iori, I’ll rabbitchat with you later.

Izumi Iori: Okay. Let's select the ingredients carefully. I'll contact you again, Momo-san.

Momo: lololololol thanks, I'll be waiting 🥺

Momo slurs his speech in the og text, saying “ざみじい (zamijii)” instead of “さみしい (samishii)” the best way i could convey that in english is by uwu-fying him. I'm so sorry.

Yes, momo says あったか”にゃ”(nya) instead of あったか”な”(na) in this sentence so the best way translate that was to make him say neow. Again i am sorry

[simplydannie]

Why is it always Veneer? :( mom said it’s Velvet’s turn with the angst

(I love your work, don’t stop ❤️❤️)

He’s my angst! I’m sorry! Lol I have done some Velvet ones, but if you really want another one 😈 (and Ty so much! You have no idea how much I appreciate it! ❤️):

TRIGGER WARNING ‼️ GUN SHOT REFERENCE

Floyd was surrounded by his brothers, the fear of nearly loosing him cause them all to embrace. Velvet and Veneer were on their knees, still trying to regain themselves as the blast from the exploding diamond had knocked them off.

“Vel?” He laid on his sister’s shoulder, “You okay?”

Velvet’s eyes were glued to the ground. She looked towards the Trolls as they celebrated their victory: they freed Floyd, they regained their brother back. That only meant one thing….The twins failed.

“They’re going to made Ven. Really mad.” She said to him. “We lost. We lost, Ven.”

“No we didn’t. We can….we can still escape this.” Veneer told her.

“How? How on earth are we going to escape this.” She told him. Veneer was silent. She was right…they wouldn’t be happy that the Troll had escaped them…but Veneer didn’t want to catch him again either, he didn’t want to put him the hell he just escaped. Floyd saw the look of concern on the twins face. He broke free of his brothers and went towards them.

“Floyd!” Branched called out. But Floyd continued until he was face to face with the twins. He looked up at them and they looked down at him.

“We can be free. You guys can come with me.” He told them. Veneer turned to look at his sister…Her look was distant, every event that could possibly happen unfolding in her mind. What could she say? What could she do? Everything was screwed up already, the promise she made to them was already broken…it was only matter of time.

“What if you loose the Troll? What if everything we worked for comes to light? What is your collateral?” They had asked her. Velvet sat in the room, six faces surrounding her, eyeing her every move. She was silent, she was from the under-city, what could she offer them in collateral? She looked down at the bracelet on her wrist….a beautiful pink jeweled bracelet Veneer had gotten her. It was made from one of the most precious stones in Rageous, one of the rarest too. It was one of the most valuable things she’s ever owned. Velvet took it off and offered it to them.

“This is all I have of value.”

“Rare gems are definitely valuable, but not valuable enough.” Said a male Rageon. One shifted in her seat and stood up, staring down intently at Velvet….they came to know her as The Mistress.

“How about your brother?” She said with a sly smile on her face.

Velvet’s mouth gaped open, “Wh-What…”

“Your brother. If you fail, if anything we are doing is exposed, we keep your brother and do our bidding on him. That is our agreement for collateral.” She said with a twisted evil grin. Vennie? They wanted Vennie…They knew….They knew her weakness.

“What if…what if I refuse?”

“Then you two are as good as dead.”

Velvet swallowed the lump in her throat. What had she gotten them into? How could she protect Veneer from this? What could possibly catch their attention other than her brother for collateral?….

“What about me?” Velvet finally answered. This caught all their attention, “I’m the one that agree and came to you for this offer, not my brother. I give you myself as collateral. If I fail…then…I’m as good as yours, do what you want with me, but leave my brother alone.”

“Continue.”

“My life as collateral, and exchange that you spare my brother. He…he doesn’t know about this, what I am doing. I just want to bring him out of the under-city. I just want to get out of that hell hole.” Velvet looked them all square in the eye, “I’m gambling with my life here.”

“I like this girl. Very well. We accept…But don’t you dare cross us. More over, don’t you dare fail us.” The Mistress said.

“Trust me, I wont.”

And here she was, kneeling at the foot of the yacht, the Troll free from her grasp, all of Rageous watching as the events unfolded…she failed.

“What if I told them it was me?” Her brother’s voice broke her trance.

“What?”

“What if I came out publicly saying this was my plan. It was all me. I go to jail and you’d be okay.”

“Are you crazy Veneer? No!”

“It could work…”

“No Veneer! It wont!” She yelled.

“Then how can we help you? How can we get both of you out of this? We can’t just leave now.” Floyd asked. “I made a promise to get both of you out. And I still intend to keep that promise today.”

They didn’t understand…she never told them what she promised that day. They could be coming for her any minute, their eyes were everywhere, their ears, their spies, “Take Vennie. Take care of him. I’ll have to figure things out.” She said.

“What are you talking about?” Veneer asked her, a frustration growing in his voice. “What is it that you haven’t told us? That you haven’t told ME, Vels?” She looked at her brother, she saw the worry plastered across his face….it had always been them two. How could she do this to him? She never wanted to imagine life without her brother. He was that constant thing in her life that she just knew she HAD to have, like breathing air. But she never thought about him, how it would break him if she was the one that wasn’t around…He was so fragile.

“I can’t Veneer…” She said.

“Vels, tell me please!” He begged. As he grew worried his eyes danced around their surroundings, scanning the audience…What was she afraid of, were they here?

“Velvet, I swore to take care of both you. I am going to keep that promise.” Floyd said.

“You can’t Floyd…You can’t protect us both.” She said.

“Vels…” Veneer began to protest.

“Veneer you have to just listen to me for once! You…”

BANG!

The sounded of the shot echoed throughout the entire area. People screamed and ran, some dropped to the floor covering their heads, trembling in fear. Veneer had jumped over his sister, shielding her from the sound they heard, he instinctively grabbed Floyd and held him close. They waited a few moments… Silence finally radiated everywhere.

“You okay?” Veneer asked Floyd.

“Yeah. You?”

“I’m fine. Vels?” He looked down at his sister. She looked up to meet his eyes, her hands clutching her heart…That’s when Veneer saw the blood seeping through her fingers. “No…No…No…NO…” Veneer muttered as she fell limp to her said. He caught her, cradling her in his arms. “Vels! You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.” He reassured her…in reality, he was reassuring himself.

Floyd stared in horror at the sight in front him. He hoped down at Velvets shoulder pad, he could feel that her breathing was heavy, her body began to shake. He placed a small hand on her cheek. “Stay with us..” He whispered.

“I told you there’s no escaping them…” She said through ragged breaths.

“This was them…You knew they were going to do this…Why didn’t you tell me…” Tears began to fall down Veneer’s cheek as he held his sister tighter.

“Cause i know you, you idiot…”

“No. No this isn’t fair! I’m going to help. I’m going to save you. Hold on. Hold on for me….please.” He begged.

“…You weren’t their target…You can still get out…Leave with Floyd…Please, leave with Floyd….Get out…” Her sentences grow shorter and breathier as she struggled to breath, as she struggled to find the strength to speak.

“Okay I will. But you’re coming too.” Veneer squeezed her.

“Ven…”

“No. YOU’RE COMING WITH ME…..I can’t…I can’t continue on without you…” He told her. This broke her, she had never prepared him for this. He had become so reliant in her presence, that she was always going to be there for him, he never thought of the day she wouldn’t be…also because he was willing to sacrifice himself for her at any moment…but the roles were reversed. If they had their way, it would be Veneer in this position, and just imagine it tore her apart. He needed to live, he deserved to live, he needed to continue his goodness in this broken, damned world.

“Ven…” She said in a whisper, “Ven….You….I….” Her eyes grew distant, her hand went limp, her breathing had stopped…she was gone.

“Vels?” Veneer gently shook his sister in his arms, “Vels?” He hugged her tight and shook her again. “Vels..no please…please…please no…” His tears escaped him. He sobbed uncontrollably as he held on to his sister, he birdied his face at the top of her head. His cries and wails echoed throughout Rageous. Floyd attempted to hold back tears…but he failed. He hugged her cheek, the feeling of her skin beginning to grow cold.

“I failed you…Velvet, I’m sorry…I failed you…” The small Troll said in between tears. The two of them stayed for what seemed like ages holding on tight to her. No one dared call security yet, no dared called the medics. Floyd looked at Veneer through tear filled eyes…

“Ven…You have to come with me, while you can…please.” He told him.

“I can’t….I can’t leave her…” He sobbed. “I don’t ….want to….leave her.”

“Ven…I don’t want to either..but..”

“Please…” He sobbed. “Just let me hold one last time…” His heart ached. Why did this happen to her? Why her? Why not him? What did she promise them? Soon the tears began to fade as a new emotion settled in his heart… the sadness was soon replaced with rage… with anger…His breathing grew heavy as he allowed his anger to fuel him.

One day, he was going to find them…. And one day, they were all going to pay…

[sugarepoxy]

hey sorry if this is weird but this is @chip-and-the-bastards (it's a sideblog so I can't ask with it) and since we're up against each other for the jrwi au showdown I wanted to ask about Blood in the Deadwood‼️ it seems like a cool au but tumblr search function isn't showing me if you have anything for it on this blog! So here take this as an opportunity to ramble about it and also maybe give some propaganda!

anyway feel free to ignore if you don't wanna aha :]

Oh HELLL YEAHHHHHH!!!!!

well first of all @tobeywobey was also very involved in making it so make sure you also give them creds ! ! He worked on a LOT of the lore so i really wanna give them proper creds lol. Also the search didnt work because both toby and I haven't post much of anything publicly about it LMAO

BASICALLY its the prime defenders characters but in a kind of Galloway/Deadwood hybrid place if that makes sense. Each character fills the role of another character(s) in blood in the bayou (for example cantrip basically plays the role of Becky in this au.) its pretty cannon compliant to the events of blood in the bayou, except for a few changes, like things happening for different reasons and events being changed. Also there is no superpowers in this au :)

the thing Toby and I changed most was probably the events leading up to the main three going back to deadwood. In this AU Dakota is the one that knows Ashe the best, Will and Vynce are less acquainted with her. This is because she fills the role of Rachel so we wanted it to closer match the relationship that Kian and Rolan had with her when they were younger. so basically Dakota introduces Ashe to the other two a couple years before the events of this AU take place in deadwood, and they all eventually leave for w own reasons. Will dies like in PD canon, is resurrected as a bug sorta like how Rolan is, except he knows that he's a bug and keeps it secret. Ashe goes missing suddenly and Mark immediately starts investigating. The boys talk to mark about any leads or information, and it all leads to Deadwood. Also somewhere along there Williams "parents" die. Some more noatable things that happen in these few years is that vynce and cantrip have a relationship thats more like a situationship, and the three of them start a dnd campaign but never finish it.

They all go to Deadwood Because of Ashe's disappearance but vynce and will also have other reasons. Vynce really wants to finish this fuckin dnd campaign, and will felt the most obligated to go because he's part of the hive (and also his parents funeral was happening there anyways.) Will is also the one that is the most hesitant to go in the first place.

Then the BITB cannon stuff happens! They greet Doug (who plays the role of rat in this AU,) go to quickstop, see The Horrors, all that stuff. They obviously react in different ways and do different things than the BITB pcs, but it all still leads to them going to points of interest and having the big events happen to them the same. One notable change is that Will sees doug in the alley, pasteified, but is really curious about what actually happened to him instead of being horrified of the human sludge (Will is so fucking insane in this au.) Another is that will convinces Dakota that they need to leave (like how kian does) but while they are driving away will and dakota get into an argument wich leads to dakota grabbing the wheel from him and they end up swerving into the membrane wall.

Unfortunately thats where we stopped writing stuff down lmao so for the propaganda section of this ramble i will be taking from the character info toby wrote

-PROPAGANDA TIME-

Vyncent is a huge fantasy nerd and he has those hot topic elf ear cuffs. Half of his character motivation is wanting to finish that godamn dnd game!!!

William wisp is 10x more insane

wiwi carries a shotgun around locked and loaded from the very beginning

vynce gets some cool buggy limbs :)

Ashe is trans mtf and in the notes we referred to getting bugged as "contracting malaria" so we called her "our malaria girlfriend" and now in my head ashe will always be my favorite malaria girlfriend ❤️

Mark kind of plays the role of John Rand and he is also in love with that stupid caveman show

Mark and tide have a perry and doofenshmirtz dynamic. They both have radically different theories on what is happening to the town and argue constantly, but when they aren't being crazy people they get along

Tide fills the role of Mr. Dickman and he has a secret bunker chalk full of beef stroganoff. He also has a huge fucking blackboard where he writes all his theories (he just has "MALARIA" written down in all caps)

Tide has a little bit of a crazy old guy reputation in town

Cantrip gets fucking shot by William because of a one sided rivalry wiwi has had since middle school

LE FROG IS OFFICER DUDES‼️‼️

This concludes the ramblings, i wish everyone happy voting and good luck in the au torment!!! :D

[beowlet-spam]

Heloo, Eli!!! How're you doing today? I'm doing good; I'm trying to do this event for Enstars so I can get a free 10pull.

Why don't you tell me about your favorite Genshin characters and/or story quests/archon quest's. Or things about Genshin that you like in general.

I'd love to hear about any Genshin oc you have! I remember that picrew we did where you talked about them, but I'd like to hear more!

If you don't want to talk about Genshin, I'd love to hear about any of your ocs in general. I really like your art, and it's led me to wonder about your characters.

ARIESS!! HI HELLO I dont play Enstars but i am however gonna get into it soon probably- AND THANK YOU I ALSO LOVE YOUR ART💖🙌😭

My favorite genshin character? Hm.. Scaramouche and Tartaglia share the 1st place on my list🙌‼️ Honestly for me to like fictional characters I need to feel like some sort of kinship with them. It's like getting to know someone and slowly growing fond of them. Is that weird idk😭 Scaramouche I feel VERY comnected to him, like staring at him is staring at a mirror. I love his lore and how much potential he has. His story was AMAZING in every way. The redemption arc wasn't really a redemption arc, he just chose to be free and do whatever he wanted to after getting his memories back. His backstory I can understand and relate to A LOT but we dont have to go too deep into it. Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax (mf has so many fucking names) I think the reason I love him is because of his relationship with his siblings and how he is still more caring compared to other harbingers. He has a heart shortly. He loves his family and thats what I love about him.

GENSHIN OCSSS

I have a lot but their lores are still wip

NOW THE ONE I DID IN THE PICREW. NAMI‼️

You might've noticed how her story was short! THAT WAS ON PURPOSE!! You see Nami doesn't remember anything before she joined the fatui. Her oldest memory is waking up in her tent in a camp and having the feeling to need to go on patrol. She is a very succesful agent in the Fatui. Having worked under 2 harbingers. Ajax and Capitano. She never questioned it. She felt like it was her whole purpose. But if WE dig into her story she was taken by the fatui as a child. Nami is an Elf, having powerful magic and a long life. Her family was indebt to the Fatui. They said they were willing to do anything as they wanted to protect their precious child. Well, they in Nami's mother. Her father didn't care about her as much. The Fatui suggested they gave up Nami as they could train her at an early age and make her into a killing machine. Her parents would fight every night and day, arguing about the situation. Nami felt horrible. She hated how she was the reason her parents didn't get along. So one night she ran away from home to join the fatui herself. She started strict training at the age of 9. Was involved in Dottore's many experiments. And when the harbinger decided she was strong enough. He brainwashed her. She was turned into some kind of puppet. Following orders left and right without complaint.

Another oc of mine is Aasha. Not genshin. Sadly😭

A lil baby goat fae in diasomnia. Or more formally Aasha Kurayami. Aasha comes from a rich family. They grew up as a very stoic child surronded with narcissists. Basically a family who expected a pretty perfect girl. They got the pretty perfect part but the girl part? Nah we are going QUEER. Straight hair, straight A's, straight forward. Straight girl. LITTLE MISS PERFECTTT THAAAAATSSSS AASHAAAA‼️ ehem but ye! They were originally supposed to go to RSA but they admired NRC so much even as a child that they begged their parents to go. When Aasha joined NRC, they werent expecting to make any friends. A few students were interested in their apperance as goat fae's are very rare. One of them being Cater. Aasha was still very stoic and distant with anyone and everyone so their first interactions with people were awkward and stiff. But as time went by they got more comfortable with others. They felt weird. Sometimes a smile would creep its way up to their lips! Or a little giggle. They were getting shyer by day. They felt weird and insecure aswell. Did they look normal while smiling? Or do their teeth look weird? But with more time they were fully comfortable with everyone. They felt at peace. They felt loved. And then they lived happily ever after-

what about your oc's? I am also very curious about yours!

[practically-an-x-man]

🎬💀🔥🕷️📝📦📖‼️ <3333

Awww thank you so much!! <3333

OC/Ship Ask Game: Firsts

I actually answered most of these before, and they're the ones that aren't as repeatable since they don't change based on the character or story, so I'll just stick with the ones I haven't answered yet :D

📝 - Pick a character: first draft of that character + the final version of that character

Actually picking 2 characters for this one, since they began as only one. Mira and Rae began as one OC, though I have since forgotten her original name. She had powers more like Mira's, with the ability to heal others, but an appearance and story more like Rae's - lacking Mira's physical mutations, with Rae's silver light accompanying her abilities, and basic inspiration as a fix-it for Angel's death in X-Men: Apocalypse.

The main place where that character differed from both Mira and Rae in their final form is that the initial character became a sort of "halfway Horseman" for Apocalypse. This is echoed a bit in Rae's story, having her mutation enhanced by Apocalypse in the same event that transformed Warren's wings, but the initial character was fully altered and even joined the team to act as an emergency medic/healer for Apocalypse and his minions. Finally she broke out of the control and defected to the X-Men, rescued Warren and the others who would have died in the battle, so on and so forth.

Obviously Rae and Mira are two very different, distinct characters now, but it's interesting to think that they both stemmed from a single character, my very first X-Men OC that I ever created.

📦 - First story that really took you outside your comfort zone

Hm... they all have, in some way or another. That's why I started writing to begin with, to push myself and experiment with different styles. But out of all of them, I think Desert Song was the one that really took me to a different space - not following any canon story save for a single moment in Quinn's backstory, a dark and entirely original plot, plus a darker, more dynamic, and more morally-complicated character than any other character I had written at that point. I'm exceptionally proud of it and I can't wait to keep pushing it even further!

‼️ - Free space! Tell us about a notable "first" in your writing journey!

Hm... last time I answered this one, I talked about my shift from writing solely longfics to implementing oneshots and ficlets. This time I'll talk about when I first started being open about my OCs!!

It took me a while to get into posting about my OCs here on tumblr. I still don't do nearly as much as some other people do, but I started with nothing. No bios, no incorrect quotes, no art of them, and I didn't post about new fics or updates. I think I still had a bit of ingrained embarrassment about it, and it put me in this limbo where I wanted so badly for people to hear about them but couldn't summon the nerve to actually tell people about them. I posted the fics on AO3 and just kinda... left them for people to stumble upon.

And that's all well and good, no harm in that whatsoever, but as I started finding more friends in fandom and seeing how much they advocated for their works, I decided I wanted to expand a little more. I organized my writing into a masterlist, created bios for each of my OCs, started talking about them more, and really just started in with all this enthusiasm for both my own and others' OCs. And even though the old write-and-be-done thing served me just fine... I like this SO much more and I love the community I've found by being more vocal about what I create :D

[gleamingtempest]

@xandermatthews2290

So if Nico didn’t try to slice Ace open, then why do they not refute it during the trial, and have full knowledge of the events despite nobody filling them in since they hypothetically wouldn’t even know Ace got attacked

👋 Hi. Thanks for replying. : )

I won't make definitive statements about why Nico did or did not do things because I cannot access that information. Instead I'll give my perspective on Nico's characterization & it's continuity.

Inaction and lying about whether or not they are the killer is not inconsistent with Nico's characterization so far. Nico is a person fixated on passivity & avoidance because they do not understand implicit (typical) social constructs or rules. This is demonstrated in episode 2 of chapter 2, where Nico briefly explains to Teruko that they do not understand the unspoken rules of social interaction with others and that this often results in them being viewed as a rude or mean person. Nico does want to connect with others but they do not know how.

In response to this conflict, they fixate on inaction - being passive or effacing so that they do not conflict with others in an interaction. Avoiding conflict is their method of accessing connection, however limited that connection may be.

My asserted premise for what happened to Ace is: Nico became an unknowing accomplice to Hu by giving her Rose's turpentine. Nico is aware that Hu tried to kill Ace.

My reason, under this premise, for why they would then remain silent regarding their involvement is that they would be fixated on being passive in the face of this conflict as to avoid the mortifying scenario where they have to actively out Hu as someone who tried to kill Ace. Being accused as the killer, being defamed, and slandered / framed, is better in Nico's mind than making a direction confrontation towards another person for what they did is.

**Personal Tangent; Please disregard: I find this more appealing because it more clearly demonstrates Nico's flaw in passivity. Instead of direct confrontation being their sin, passively avoiding confrontation to the point of being a detriment to everyone is. Also, it opens up an interesting dynamic between Rose and Nico going forward, since they share this flaw.

Now addressing the second point.

I don't understand this point ! If you want to clarify further, please feel free.

Nico was the one who found Ace's body, so that's why they know about the attack. Ace is also very loud about the attack.

Nobody has explained the events of the case, so Nico hasn't been shown to be someone who would necessarily know all the events of the case.

Referring strictly to what's happened so far, the scenario is very ambiguous.

If you have any other questions, critiques or disagreements please let me know. Thank you for reading. Please be well & take care‼️ ^^

Danganronpa Despair Time - Nico's Murder Attempt

👋 Hello. I would like to share my perspective on Nico's murder attempt.

I don't believe Nico tried to kill Ace. Alternatively, I feel the murder attempt is still ambiguous enough that saying Nico is definitively exclusively culpable for the event is not correct

This is not the majority perspective amongst the fandom, so I'd like to invite some discussion regarding it. I will answer any questions and engage any disagreements given on this post. Answering in reblogs is favorable because of the character limit. Please feel free to speak as bluntly about this perspective as you'd like; I encourage straightforwardness.

*Note: I don't believe that Nico couldn't have done it because they're incapable of participating in morally negative actions. They are. I feel there's a suspect who has more access to the resources needed to commit the crime as well as a suspect who has more motive to commit the crime.

Please be civil. While I encourage honesty, I don't encourage callousness.

[simpforroses]

1 Year Blog Anniversary

—Law’s hat addition on my persona recommended by another lovely artist/writer @starrybrujita 💖 (it actually suits the Lady of Heart anniversary dress I designed lol)

It’s surreal how it’s been a year! Thank you to all 163 of you for taking a look at my small art corner on here and leaving a follow, along with all the positive and substantial feedback for miscellaneous creations I make too ❤️ It makes me happy to see that I can inspire some emotion and make someone’s day through my works or surprises that I sometimes do on a whim, as I take pride and genuine time in everything I make, since most of what I create here is from scratch and from the heart, whether it be art, writing, graphics, ideation, etc. As some may notice, I’m not as active as I used to be last August-March due to work and other reasons, but it was an experience being on the content-creating & active side of things, after years of only using this platform as a passive viewer for hobbies and fandoms ☺️ Once again, I can’t believe I made it this long and I am grateful for your support! 🌹

‼️Important Notes (please read)‼️:

-> I’ll continue posting art here & try for a rebound, but will go back to square 1 with making art for its own sake, without tagging people on my main account’s artwork—for now—to see how this blog continues organically (unless someone asks for a taglist or to be tagged. If so, please feel free to let me know which characters/content-type 😊). At the beginning & when I was most active, I usually was the one taking the 1st step towards people, bending over backwards, and speaking up for others, even if it did not directly affect me or could be shown on the surface-level of this blog, because in my mind, taking initiative was, and is, the right thing to do, even if it meant being ignored, burned, or blacklisted…it’s been a ride with ups & downs, but now it’s time I take a step for me.

->After some positive surprises on here during this week, I chose to set refresh instead of going with my other consideration to leave, so this blog can re-gear into the direction that I wanted it to be when I 1st started: a place that is artistic, fun, & unapologetically me, that still remains honest in integrity, actions, confidence, and eloquence of expression. I’ve tried quietly fading out from here, but wind up being pulled back in, in some way, so I may as well come back with a new approach. There are many things I can and wanted say about what led to these reflections. But, I won’t. After all, this is a small space that likes to make humble personalized tokens of happinesses, with big ideas, a big knowledge cache, and a bookish girl who only has 2 hands & voice that speaks more than what is seen or heard. Plus I’m going for a refresh, so I only look forward to what I can create from now on. I named this blog a “Shop of Embroidered Hearts” for a reason, after all ❤️ Though, I’ll also start being more active on Instagram by the same usernames:

@/simpforroses for general main art | @/scalpelandrose for OC/self-ship | @/michelle.hong is my personal account for general interests, memes, and hobbies. —I feel that who I am as an individual does not suit or ‘fit’ into what the Tumblr fandom environment is or has evolved into. After months of half-resolutions & holding out, I want to test my options with both platforms to see what happens (the ‘/‘ are there so there aren’t any pings)

I will be opening a digital commissions option sometime soon, as I now have a good workflow & am more confident in my skills 🎨

Writings & focused OC/self-ship content will still be on my sideblog or on my Blogger site once I fully set that up (for more personal freedom of content when it comes to naughty graphics) 🌹

I’ll still be around in the background per usual when I can ❤️ Occasionally for a few inbox drops, reblogs, or writing events when invited.

Thank you -M. 🌹

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HELLO LOVELY‼️

For your thirst event, may I request Akaashi and hands? 👀 (or any other setter whoever you’re most comfortable writing for)

- Elle 😗✌️

HAND FIXATION - AKAASHI

A/N: Elle said lets kill Chloe by making her write about her favourite things - hands

CW: suggestive themes, akaashi’s hot hands on your throat but not actually choking?

Tagging: @alto-march-of-death @ilhvm @matsunshine @doingitforbokuto 

Akaashi:

Akaashi was working from home since there was nothing in particular he was needed for at the office. The smell of coffee was strong in the living room, overpowering the scent of the ink from the stacks of papers that covered the coffee table. He sat on the sofa, hunched over as he read through each draft panel. 

You knew he was busy with his work, but it was hard not to want to be around him while he was home. You had the day off so you had tried to keep yourself occupied with chores, but seeing sat on the sofa in his glasses, biting his lip on occasion as he concentrated - it was just too hard. 

You make yourself a cup of coffee, as well as bringing another to place on the table in front of your boyfriend, who gave you a quiet ‘thank you’ and a smile, before continuing. You made yourself comfy on the other side of the sofa, keeping some distance from him to allow him to work.

You tried not to, you really did, but your eyes were locked onto watching his hands. His fingers were so long and slender, and he kept his nails perfectly manicured. Each time he picked up a new sheet of paper his muscles flexed, accentuating the veins that ran down the back to his wrist. 

When he picked up his pen to make notes, you were reminded of how flexible his hands were as they quickly twisted and turned to form each letter. The watch on his wrist shuffled slightly as he wrote, exposing more of his smooth pale skin. 

Akaashi had a habit of fiddling with his fingers too, especially when nervous or in concentration. He placed the sheet back on the table, eyes squinting slightly as he continued to read through, yet his fingers were laced together. One finger was brushing slowly over the other from knuckle to fingertip; you could only imagine what it would feel like to have those fingers brushing over your skin. 

“...darling?” Your head whipped up to meet his face, noticing he was looking at you. You stared back at him wide eyes, letting out a hum of acknowledgement. “Are you alright? I called you three time,” he asked, head tilted slightly. You hurriedly waved your hands in front of you, shaking your head in a fluster.

“I-I’m fine! It’s nothing, what did you need?” His eyes narrowed a little, however his hand rose and two fingers shook in a ‘come hither’ motion, requesting you by his side. Your breath hitched a little as his fingers curved, only reminding you of how it felt when he used a similar motion on your body. 

Scooting over to his side, you leaned over towards him as he pointed at a section of the panel. While he read it out to you, his hand came to rest on your thigh, thumb stroking at your exposed skin delicately. 

“Do you think this works well, or would it be better if I changed the wording slightly?” He asked, turning his head towards you. Your focus, however, was down towards your leg, where his hand was burning into your skin. 

“Y/N,” he called, and you jolted in surprise once more. As you looked up, your breath picked up as your realised how close he was. “What’s on your mind? You seem distracted,” he asked, tone full of concern and sincerity. You were about to pass it off as nothing once more, but as you stared into his warm eyes, you knew you couldn’t lie to him. Letting out an embarrassed whine, you buried your face in his neck. 

“It’s just-well... you’re hands are really sexy,” you muttered as quietly as your could, but by the way that he chuckled, you knew he heard. He lifted his free hand up in front of his face to examine. 

“Hmm, you think so?” You nodded vigorously by his shoulder, turning your head slightly so you could take a peak. The hand came towards you, fingertips brushing over your hot cheek settling the skin alight, before cupping your jaw and bringing your face closer to his. Your lip was caught between your teeth, trying to keep some sort of control over yourself. His thumb lifted, settling on your mouth and gently pulling your bottom lip free.

“Don’t bit your lip darling, you might hurt yourself,” he spoke softly, running his thumb over your, now red, lip. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, you can just tell me when you’re feeling like this next time.” Even though he was talking about such a topic, he still seemed so sweet and careful with you. He made you feel so comfortable with him, which only twisted the warmth in your stomach even more. 

He smiled at you - actually, more of a smirk, as his hand slowly grazed down your skin and settled on your throat. You felt his palm rise and fall as you swallowed hard. His fingers rested on one side, and his thumb on the other, but there was no pressure behind it whatsoever. His hand simply sat there and yet your legs were already quivering. He leaned closer, only centimetres away from you before he spoke.

“You’re going to be honest with me next time, right?” You nodded as quickly as you would as his hand supported your neck, earning yourself a smile. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, before moving close to your ear. “Good baby.”

His hand fell from your throat as he pulled away, picking up his pen that he previously abandoned. “I’ve got some work to finish my love, so be good for me until then and I’ll take care of you.”

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 10

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV. Mild smut in this chapter.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Tony fluff, Tony snark, Tony sass and Tony smut (finally!). My & reader's brain be like: tony tony tony tony. A request for my readers: do I write a believeable tony? Is he in character, more or less?

My beta @miscmarvelwritings - she's not into Tony but even then, she was finally excited about them finally getting down & dirty. The patience of this woman...

"Tony, could I borrow, like, a hoodie or something?"

He eyed my attire critically for a moment, seemingly coming to the same conclusion I did minutes earlier, and made a beeline for the couch in the back of the lab. Picking up and examining a black mass of fabric, deeming it satisfactory, he tossed it to me. "It's clean enough, I guess."

The thin straps of my mesh top rubbed against a lot of tender skin, leaving pink lines in the wake of it. A sigh of relief escaped me involuntarily when I removed it -

"Woah, woah," Tony squeaked, covering his eyes with an exaggerated gesture. "Warn a man!"

I honestly didn't see what the big deal was. "Tony, chill. I'm pretty sure you've seen it all and then some." I snorted, stretching briefly, shrugging on the slightly oversized hoodie. It smelled like the lab - like Tony, too, but mostly like motor oil and iron. Beggars can't be choosers, however - I had already devised and executed the plan that will let me keep the hoodie.

"When you put it that way..." He smirked, briefly returning to his usual self and giving me a salacious eyebrow wiggle.

I laughed in response, wiggling my hips, feeling the hem of my skirt swish against my thighs. I considered removing the fishnet tights, too, but a brief look in the reflective wall divide between Tony's and Bruce's labs got me pulling out my phone to take two dozen selfies. I looked great with Tony's clothes on.

The engineer chuckled at my antics, coming up behind me as I sat on the floor with my knee raised, chin resting on it. The amber liquid sloshed over the top of his glass, dripping down his fingers. He sat behind me.

"Weller Full Bourbon?" I asked, bringing my nose closer to his fingers to get a good whiff. The distinctive vanilla notes in his whiskey were unmistakable. "Good choice," I made a serious face. "Fancy."

"I can afford it, darling," He snarked back, devoid of malice.

He was so close. And so warm. And I needed a new screensaver. Shuffling back, I reclined against Tony's chest, carefully wedging my head in the crook of his neck.

God help me.

I felt his breath hitch. The dark, magnetic pools of his eyes stared at me from our combined reflection. Tony's eyes were the most expressive, he could fake a smile, he could charm the press and countless investors, but his eyes only spoke the truth. Always. I loved working with Tony because his gaze would light up. It was akin to seeing a little kid on Christmas.

A muscular arm snaked around my waist, pressing my back to his chest. The metal of his arc reactor jabbed uncomfortably between my shoulder blades but there was nowhere else I'd rather be.

"You're filming, Princess," He interrupted my Moment.

"Sure," I answered, not caring. There could be another alien invasion happening and I wasn't able to give a damn.

I felt the vibrant chuckle more than heard; Tony snatched the phone out of my hand without permission. I noticed the furrowed brow when he opened my Instagram and saw the unmistakable evidence of my frequent partying, yet he didn't comment on it.

"Tony, the press is going to go nuts," I raised my eyebrows, seeing what he was planning to do.

"They've seen me doing worse things," He scoffed. And took a photo of us ‘just chilling’ in his lab, hugging. He picked out a filter and everything., and then posted it.

"First of all, I am pretty awesome to be 'doing', I've had only good feedback," I scoffed at his dismissive attitude, using my free hand to make quote marks. Then I turned my head to stare him square in the face. "Steve's going to be pissed and Ms. Potts is going to call to yell at you." I punctuated the statements with a raised eyebrow.

There was really no innocent way the press could represent the photo that he posted. I didn't care for it, my parents wouldn't give a damn (my father probably would encourage it, the free publicity and all). Tony himself didn't seem like the kind of man to care much about some gossip articles, if anything, he enjoyed provoking them into a frenzy. Or at least, he used to.

"I'll put them both on hold. I like to watch the line blink," Tony winked, smirking. "I've been told the press expects me to have a midlife crisis since my last breakup," Eyes darkening, the man swiftly finished off his drink.

Midlife crisis seemed such a bitter way of putting it. Considering my own preferences in romantic partners, I couldn't help but feel offended at the way people offhandedly dished out labels - "midlife crisis", "daddy issues" and so on and so forth. The briefest part of me traveled back to Mr. Davies' living room where - no, I am not going there.

"Huh," I said, coming to a conclusion. A sad one at that.

"Don't take this the wrong way, Princess, but you don't seem like the kind of girl who thinks about pesky things like reputation or consequences," Tony mused idly, coming to a conclusion of his own.

"Nope, I don't give a fuck," I agreed with his opinion wholeheartedly. "If I would have a publicist, they would quit on the second day."

"I pay mine, uh, twice the average amount and they still quit. We're doomed, baby," Tony's gleeful face was mere inches away from my own, whiskey-tipsy and glowing.

I snorted, sliding lower to further burrow into his arms. Tony's sudden touchy-feely mode wasn't lost on me. My own touch starvation overrode any common sense that I had left. The totally-PG (well, not quite) embrace, one armed hug brought me more satisfaction than any of my sexual partners had ever achieved to give me.

"Why are there so many messages from Banner? Are you staging a world domination plan and forgot to include me? I'm hurt!" Tony exclaimed suddenly, a whiny tone to his voice.

"Thor's space yeasts have corrupted our minds with their spores. Soon all will become... Mushroom!" I deepened my voice for the dramatic effect, flailing my arms on the last word for the extra flair.

The man wiped a fake tear from the corner of his eye; his eyes were sparkling, laughing even. "I'm evicting Thor and his supremely selfish yeast. How dare it ignore me."

"I vouched for you, I really did," I kept up the silly game. "But alas, the yeasts deemed you too... Boomer," The pride in my voice could barely hold back the laughter threatening to spill.

"Did you just..?" Tony gaped. "Did you just call me old?!"

I attempted to get away, shrieking when the tips of Tony's fingers squirmed along my midsection. "It was the yeast! IT WAS THE YEAST!" My resistance proved to be futile. The engineer had mass and strength on his side, years of piloting and maneuvering the Iron Man suits showing just how quick and nimble he could be when the situation demanded it.

"Take that from an old man!" He exclaimed triumphantly, using his arm to hold down both of my hands from grasping at him. One of his legs held down my own; we were a squirming, writhing mass of limbs in the heat of a tickle fight.

The cocaine in my blood, the mild buzz from being drunk on Tony - my body reacted to the close proximity of the man who occupied my fantasies. I was blushing, breathing heavily, and it wasn't just from the exertion. It should have affected me less, but I struggled to keep my eyes from Tony's face; his own flush, the moist part of his lips.

I wondered how a deer in the headlights felt. Was it hot, like it's body was suddenly alight, or was it cold, liquid nitrogen freezing in its veins?

"Fuck," I mumbled half-coherently.

"What was that?" He arched an eyebrow, clever eyes carefully watching my own.

"I'm in trouble," I chuckled weakly, looking away, pretending to struggle against his arms.

"You're trouble," He announced, grinning. His fingertips slowed, skimming gently along my sides now.

I retaliated with a tentative brush of my foot along the softness of his jean-covered inner thigh. It was euphoric, seeing Tony shudder, the thick eyelashes fluttering for the briefest part of a second.

"We should stop," He whispered suddenly, making a move to disentangle us both. Mixed signals, we've got em, ladies and gentlemen.

"Why?" I was tired of this dance. It was fun but painful. My firm decision of the past still stood: I won't be the lovesick fangirl, I won't be another notch in his bedpost. The resolve was crumbling but it was still there, to some point.

"You're not sober, this is wrong," He mumbled. "I'm more than twice your age, Princess."

That ship had sailed, Tony. If only you knew... "Do you seriously expect me, out of all people, to find common ground with someone my age? Someone like Peter? Jeez," I tried to be amused. If it came out more pleading, I pretended to not notice it. It was the moment of truth. It needed to be said. "I'm FUBAR, Tony. I'm lucky if anyone at all will want to put up with me, much less someone I can stand. I'm spoiled, I'm selfish, and annoying. I know that. I just thought we were friends and you'd be...kinder about it." My mumbling was met with a somewhat perplexed stare.

"I..." His eyebrows threatened to have a close encounter with his hairline. "What the fuck? Are you dead set on giving me a stroke today? I have a heart condition," He yanked me back towards his chest, unceremonious and indignant. "You can be so smart yet so stupid. Gosh, where is the world rolling, I'm quoting Pepper now." He seemed to be muttering to himself.

"Pot, kettle." I didn't resist the urge to snark.

"Right," Tony rolled his eyes. "You're beautiful and all that jazz. You deserve much more than this." Uncharacteristically sad, he pointed to himself, again. "I'm an old man with more issues than Playboy magazine."

"And I'm an angsty teenager with daddy issues, we're a match made in heaven."

"Hell," Tony was eyeing our combined reflection with a sort of petulance. It was hard keeping track of his microexpressions; his eyes and face held fleeting, half-finished thoughts, just like when he was creating, inventing something new.

"Works for me. Lucifer's hot," I answered with my brain on autopilot. He caught my eyes in the shiny glass, trapping me in his calculative gaze.

"The Netflix one or the Supernatural one?" Tony asked, equally absent from the conversation. Neither of us were able to break eye contact, breathing laboured and hearts thudding in our chests. I felt Tony's pulse fluttering under my palm where I'd rested it on his wrist.

The organ that dutifully pumped blood through my own veins and kept me alive threatened to escape my body, jump out of my chest, make its way out my mouth. Tony's unblinking stare penetrated my skin, seeped into the hollow behind my eyelids, ignited a flame within me and froze my thoughts.

"The one with the detective kink," I answered breathily. "I have an affinity for brown-eyed, narcissistic, sarcastic men with self-destructive tendencies," The last part of my sentence was swallowed by Tony's lips.

My brain shorted out, just like that. Bourbon on his breath and a new dose of snark on his tongue, he licked into my mouth with the grace and finesse of years of experience. It was sudden, it was rough, it was fantastic. His beard left marks on my face and I craved the burn of it.

"Fuck," I moaned when we were forced to surface for oxygen. My hips had moved, pressed against his own, prominent arousal digging into the small of my back. Tony had me moaning and grinding into it in mere seconds.

A hand rested on my face with surprising tenderness, turning my face to look at my own reflection. My hair was a mess, lips puffy - Tony wasn't looking any better, hunger and lust in plain view. It was a good look on him.

"Watch," His breath ghosted over the shell of my ear, lips traveling to the nape of my neck to attach themselves to the very sensitive flesh of that area.

I obeyed, gazing at the scene with lidded eyes. Keeping them open was a struggle. My body was flooded with sensation, riding the waves of pleasure like a rollercoaster. I wanted to please him, needed to obey him, to feel him.

My thighs quivered at Tony's touch. There was no warning, no preamble as he wedged a firm hand, separating them quickly to follow the heat. His biceps flexed deliciously. Under my skirt, through the fishnets and the tiny, lacy panties I wore.

"Fucking shit," The man moaned loudly, finding me, predictably, soaking wet. It was one hot, sticky mess between my legs.

The keen that left my mouth might've been embarrassing, yet it only spurred Tony on. Gently parting my lower lips, he gathered the moisture, suddenly withdrawing from me. My confusion met his amusement in the mirror as he stuck the two fingers in his mouth, moaning obscenely and loudly at the taste.

The corners of my mouth lifted, happy. "To-ony," I whined, my pussy aching for more. Now that I had felt the relief and pleasure of his touch, I didn't want it to end.

"Princess," He replied, seriously and sternly. I shuddered at the scratchiness of his voice. The hand that I was missing returned, stroking over the outside of my pussy with broad, soft motions. I arched, presented myself into the touch. "So eager," Tony mumbled into my shoulder, catching a bit of my skin between his teeth.

His fingers dipped deeper, delving in between the puffy, engorged flesh and stroking once, twice, before finding my clit. The pads of Tony's fingers were rough, hardened by manual work and hours spent in front of his inventions, making, tinkering, creating. The friction was perfect. I followed each stroke with a fluid motion of my hips.

"Tony, fuck," I slurred my approval, needing him to know how amazing he made me feel. Tony's form pressed closer, both of us melting, molding into each other.

"Baby girl, what do you need?" His raspy voice tickled my neck. I was sure there would be an array of marks decorating me come morning and absolutely loved the thought. I belonged to Tony Stark, in body and heart and mind and soul.

"I want to cum," I had no shame left. "I want to feel you."

He groaned, rutting into me. A squeak was all I managed to emit as two thick fingers plunged inside of me with a wet squelch. My pussy immediately took hold of the situation, squeezing and rippling around them. I was so close, my nerves pulled up taut like an overtaxed string. The effect this man had on me was positively unholy.

My clit throbbed under his thumb. Tony somehow managed to reach every single sweet spot on my body, effortlessly, easily, like he'd done it a thousand times.

"Ohmyfuckinggod, Tony," I came hard, shuddering, drenching the fingers inside of me. The moment I began sagging in his arms was the moment they tightened around me; I felt Tony grind helplessly against me, saw his own eyes slam shut and his brow furrow.

The hand that was in me withdrew rapidly as he hastily popped the button on his pants, freeing his cock and giving it several desperate tugs. I couldn't see it; I had to settle for the sensation of his hand, his hips rubbing against my clothed back.

He came quickly, with a loud shout. My curiosity got the best of me and I used the brief moment of his weakness to turn around, take a good look at him.

Tony was a fucking mess with a fucking gorgeous cock. Thick and veiny.

My face was level with it before he could have opened his eyes. I wanted, craved to know how he tasted. With gentle kitten licks, I collected the stray drops of cum running down his hand, careful of the rapidly softening, sensitive flesh.

His eyes popped open in surprise. I smiled at him, unseeing, collecting as much of him as I could.

"Fuck, Princess," He breathed. "I'm just a man, I'm pushing fifty," Gently pulling my head away but holding it mere inches from his cock. Indecisive.

I reached over for his hand with my own, popping finger after finger in my mouth, collecting every drop of cum like it was nectar. I could be good...I If properly motivated. The salty musk was all the motivation I needed at that moment. He pulled me in for a filthy, sloppy kiss once I was done, both of us humming, vocalising the shared pleasure.

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‼️SPOILERS‼️

I am kinda extremely disappointed with the last chapter. Like wtf was that??? 138 chapters of story building and character development thrown out of the window just for the sake of the kinda happy, kinda bittersweet ending. Eren's actions are almost justified because he was "doing it for the sake of others". No sir, you are a mass murderer that started a genocide. There are so many loose ends that ended up not being addressed at all and the whole thing with the smiling titan and Eren's mother was just ??? Why even mention it if you are not going to explain why the fuck he decided to kill his own mother. All of my tears for Jean and Connie was absolutely pointless as suddenly they are all free. Yay! The entire chapter felt more like fan service, than an actual chapter. Till chapter 138, attack on titan is a modern day masterpiece and Eren is a brilliant, brilliant character. I genuinely cannot wrap my head around the fact the Isayama decided to end this mind-blowingly deep and brilliant series with a final that is mediocre at best. That said, the final scene with Mikasa and the scarf is pure work of art.

This is, of course, my own opinion ♥️

aot 139 spoilers

ofc this is your opinion, and our opinions differ drastically lol, i’m not gonna try to convince you to see my pov but i will counter everything u said LMAO

i talk ab 139 here and here 

138 chapters of story building and character development thrown out of the window just for the sake of the kinda happy, kinda bittersweet ending.

i mean like when you think about it, literally everything led up to that moment,,,, like did yall want everyone to die? yall wanted eren to kill everyone? im confused LMAO. eren’s goal the whole time was to get freedom and kill all titans and he technically did both of those things— the goal he had since s1. mikasa got her character development which i talk ab here, eren got his developement (reverting back to his former s1-3 self), reiner no longer wants to be dead, all the other characters moved on, etc. all that devlopement is there, the story built up to that moment but a lot of people are solely focused on 139, isolating it as a chapter and aren’t paying much attention to the big picture.

also,,, isayama has said for YEARS he wanted to do a bittersweet ending, he just delivered it lol

Eren's actions are almost justified because he was "doing it for the sake of others". No sir, you are a mass murderer that started a genocide.

nobody really justified eren’s actions, they just understood why he had to do what he did, and what his actions brought for them. they aren’t agreeing with his actions they are agreeing with the motive behind his actions. in that other post i linked at the top i say, (in relations to armin & eren) 

“armin thanks eren for doing what he did to free them. not thanking eren for for mass murder period. it’s because of eren that the curse is lifted and that they are free and that’s what armin’s thanking eren for. mass murder is inexcusable, and eren knows that. that’s why after he panics and goes “but i dont want to die!” he comes to a realization that all the people he killed didn’t want to either, that the only way to atone for his sins is by dying himself. even if he didn’t die he would’ve probably been executed, or imprisoned for the rest of the life. just like in mikasa’s ova, “eren’s death is inevitable, no matter what reality you go to eren will always die because he carries death within himself.” in another translation of the chapter armin thanks eren for being the bad guy so that they could win. he knows what eren did was bad. he’s not excusing it, he just understands why eren had to do it and that eren had no choice if he wanted them to be free.”

There are so many loose ends that ended up not being addressed at all and the whole thing with the smiling titan and Eren's mother was just ??? Why even mention it if you are not going to explain why the fuck he decided to kill his own mother. 

one thing about isa’s writing style is that nothing is ever handed to you, everything is foreshadowed and you use context clues. it’s actually a pretty common style of writing— you give your reader 2+2, not 4. 

he mentioned it because you should’ve understood that part— eren sent the smiling titan to eat his mom because in the scene when the smiling titan had went into the walls the first person it should’ve ate was bertholdt. bertholdt was on the ground when the smiling titan had walked passed him— and usually titans are supposed to eat any human they encounter in hopes of finding a titan shifter to revert them. if the smiling titan had ate bertholdt it would’ve disrupted the path that ymir laid out for eren, messed up future events and the ending of aot wouldn’t have turned out like the ending of aot (with eren freeing his friends and breaking the curse of ymir), so he had to keep the smiling titan moving forward and his mom happened to be the next human she encountered, therefore his mom had to get eaten instead. 

season 4 episode 3 bestie

also,,, in the chapter 139 eren literally says “it wasn’t bertholdts time to die yet.”

um did u miss that

since you didn’t specify what wasn’t addressed i cant say much about that part but to me most things were obvious and i personally was satisfied with the ending. i have no questions, maybe besides going more into depth with ymir’s case 

All of my tears for Jean and Connie was absolutely pointless as suddenly they are all free. Yay!

lol well then i guess my tears for armin dying in s3 were pointless, i guess my tears for levi “dying” was pointless, i guess my tears for eren “dying” (like 3 times) were pointless— it’s happened so many times before why does it matter so much this time 😭,, and even then it makes the most sense of any other time; the curse of titans was broken therefore there are no more titans therefore they go back to their human state. if u want jean and connie to be dead just say that LMFAO

that said, the final scene with Mikasa and the scarf is pure work of art.

i agree

but anyways the rest is just you expressing your opinion, and if you think it’s mediocre or any of that, that’s perfectly fine. we’re allowed to have different opinons and you expressed yours in a well manner so thanks for not being like some other fans who have shitted heavily on isayama, said some unruly things, said they’d never watch anime again,,, so i hope u have a good day bestie 

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Just found your page and I have to say I am very impressed, love your work 💖

Alright, that’s it, you sent me the glittery heart emoji.......that means you’re getting the one where hatter and aguni go to COSTCO BABEYYYYY

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✨Scenes from a Japanese Costco: The Inherent Drama of the Free Sample Counter✨

(Bonus points if you get the song reference)

Concept: Aguni and Hatter (who we will be calling Takeru because it’s his actual name) share a Costco membership. Hilarity ensues.

Warnings: bad flirting, betrayal, untempered drama

Rating: ‼️PG-13‼️ for one line of suggestive dialogue (flops miserably, don’t worry)

(I’m a Netflix-live-action-only watcher and this follows a lot of my headcanons (since we didn’t get to see Hatter much #rip) so like if this feels ooc it probably is, I’m just tryna have fun here)

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Takeru is not a religious man—not even a little bit, not even by a long shot—but he considers visiting the free sample counters at Costco a holy experience. Queuing up, humbling oneself before the altar (or, in this case, a white plastic table)—it all feels like something Michael Corleone would do in The Godfather.

And, like Michael Corleone in The Godfather, Takeru is not immune to jealousy. Especially when Aguni is chatting to the lovely lady handing out small, toothpicked cubes of cheese.

She’s laughing.

She’s laughing and she’s giving him a second sample.

Betrayal stings like a slap. They have a system, dammit! Takeru flirts, Aguni swipes extra samples while the employee is distracted, and they reunite by the cases of bottled water to split the spoils.

It works.

(Sometimes.)

Apparently, whatever Aguni’s doing is working, too, because she’s—oh no! She’s writing something on a piece of paper. Something that could be a...a phone number?!

Well, that does it.

Takeru is declaring war.

He unbuttons another button on his shirt—the dreaded third button, reserved only for the most provocative and flirtatious situations—and channels every ounce of charm in his body into a dazzling smile.

The look on Aguni’s face as Takeru saunters (yes, saunters) over to the table is cautiously unimpressed—he must’ve noticed the third button and his friends furrows slightly at the thought of things to come.

“Well, well, well,” Takeru says, leaning a casual elbow on the edge of the table, “what a beautiful sight, indeed.”

“It’s cheese,” the woman at the counter says, voice false-cheery and smile forced, “Would you like a sample?”

“I wasn’t talking about the food, darling,” Takeru says, “but since you’re offering...”

It’s not that he’s expressly trying to be sexy, eating a cube of cheese off a toothpick in the middle of a decently-crowded Costco...but, well...

Maybe he always wraps his lips around skewered foods in a slow, appreciative manner. Maybe he simply can’t help the deep, contented hum that purrs itself from his chest. Maybe his eyelashes are fluttering because the fluorescents are just a smidge too bright.

“Delicious,” he says with a wink—and there is no ‘maybe’ to this part of the equation. Takeru’s eyes roll towards Aguni, whose unreadable expression elicits a flicker of glee in his heart.

Time to go in for the kill.

“So,” Takeru flirts, “what do you say? You give me another one of those delightful little samples, and I take you to dinner tonight? I do so enjoy eating out...”

He doesn’t have to see Aguni’s face to know the man is rolling his eyes—but, as they say, all is fair in love and war, and Takeru loves petty revenge.

“I’m sorry, sir, but we only allow one sample per customer! And besides,” She turns her gaze towards Aguni, smile growing noticeably wider, “I already have plans for tonight!”

“Oh.”

Takeru looks at her. And then at Aguni. And then at the cheese samples. Then back to Aguni. Then back to the cheese. He stares at the little toothpicks for a long time.

“Takeru?” Aguni asks, voice tinged with concern. Takeru grits his teeth.

“You know him?” The lady asks, sounding genuinely pleased at this turn of events, “I didn’t realize he was your friend!”

“Apparently that is debatable,” Takeru snips, ire rising red and hot behind his eyes. With a lightning-quick hand, he snatches up three of the cheese cubes and stuffs them angrily into his mouth.

Realizing that he can no longer speak, mouth so full of (mediocre) cheese as it is, he settles for a pointed glare thrown in Aguni’s direction before storming off to sulk in the processed snack aisle.

Aguni waits until Takeru has stormed out of sight before reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

“Excellent work,” Aguni mumbles, discretely holding out a thousand-yen bank note, “Implying we had a date was an especially nice touch.”

“Please,” the lovely sample lady says, waving his hand away, “Witnessing that was payment enough. And those gardening tips you gave me are top-notch, too.”

“Plants are often preferable to people, in my experience.”

“Agreed.” The sample-slinger leans leftwards, trying to catch a glimpse of Aguni’s melancholy companion, “You gonna tell him this was all a set-up?”

Aguni turns, peering down the aisle to see a slumping Takeru staring blankly at a bag of sour cream and onion chips. He chuckles to himself.

“Maybe on the way home.”

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y’all cannot tell me aguni wouldn’t fuck with takeru literally constantly just to set him off I mean COME ON