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castiel-barnes · 2 years ago

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General Sent Me.

Eventually: Chapter 1 | Masterlist.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader.

Summary: It’s the first day on a new base, and the General suggest that your new squadron Commander shows you around base.

Warnings: Mentions of planetary invasion by the First Order. Some crying. Homesick. Poe being a sweetheart.

Wordcount: 1.3k

Tags: @phoenixhalliwell

The D’Qar base was a lot smaller than the previous base you were stationed on. The transition from the New Republic Defense Fleet to the Resistance, was decision that was easily made. The Republic Fleet had opinions on which you did not agree with, ones such as not helping smaller outer rim planets that were on the brink of invasion. They didn’t want to fight.

You had just been in a meeting with General Leia Organa. You had struggled not to freak out as you stood with someone who has such a high and respected reputation. Pressing a button on a comms link, a medium sized spherical droid with orange and white decal rolled into the office.

“BB-8 will you please take Lieutenant Y/L/N to Poe please.” She addressed the droid who beeped joyfully at the name of his owner,

“Lieutenant, Commander Dameron will be expecting you. You will be joining him for a tour of the base, and a possible flight to asses your flying skills.” Leia continued now addressing you, giving you a soft smile. The droid who you now knew as BB-8 looked up at you with curiosity.

“Thank you General.” You smiled back to her and followed BB-8 out of the door.

He lead you through multiple corridors that seemed to go on forever, but he finally led you down some stairs that opened out into a hanger. From across the hanger, you saw a mop of brown curly hair appear as he seemed to hear BB-8 come down the stairs.

Lean. Thunk. Lean. Thunk. Lean. Thunk. That was all that could be heard as the spherical droid rolled down the stairs. The brown haired man walked over to you and BB-8 smiling.

“You must be Lieutenant Y/L/N. I’m Poe Dameron, Commander of Black Squadron.” Poe introduced himself holding his hand out,

“I am sir. The General sent me down with BB-8, she said that you would possibly give me a tour of the base?” You replied.

"Please don't worry about formalities with me. Just call me Poe." Poe smiled leading you to your quarters first so you don't have to carry your kit around,

Poe led you around the entire base, telling you where certain things were and how busy the base can get. As the tour of the base came to an end, Poe bought you both back to the hanger.

"Do you want to rest? Or go for a fly?" Poe asked wanting to test your abilities,

"Go for a fly, I didn't fly here so I feel a little couped up and a bit twitchy if you know what I mean." You explained, not happy about not flying to D'Qar.

"I know exactly what you mean." Poe smiled and directed you to an X-Wing that he explained was now yours.

Getting your pilot gear on, you walked over to the X-Wing and started preparing for the flight you was about to take. It hadn't been long since you left the New Republic, but new X-Wing meant getting use to how it works and how it acts. Walking up to it, you done the pre flight checks and climbed into the X-Wing.

"You'll find it is perfect working order." Poe smiled as he climbed up into his cockpit. You nodded and sat in the pilots seat, flipping switches and the hum of the engine started.

The X-Wings lifted off the floor and you followed Poe out of the hanger over the skies of D'Qar. The planet itself was beautiful, forest stretched for miles and even a waterfall or two.

Poe led you through different routes, ones that weaved in and out of tight spots. Ones that required attention and awareness. A lot of people outside of Black Squadron, struggled to keep up with Poe at the speed he went and with the manuevers he performed. But not you. For the whole of the test, you kept about 10 feet of his tail.

"It doesn't seem you learnt that in the Navy." Poe stated as he took his helmet off, his curls flattened to his head.

"My dad taught me. But I was deemed to much of a maverick." You spoke fiddling with the strap on your helmet,

"Don't worry. They didn't like my type of flying either. But you done well, and I'm amazed you kept up." Poe smiled and squeezed your shoulder softly. You smiled back and nodded thinking to your father.

"Get some rest. It's gonna crazy." Poe continued,

"Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow then." You smiled and started walking away before something came to mind. "Comm- sorry. Poe is there like a spot which is just out of the way? Sometimes I just need a moment to myself." You asked knowing that your room won't help.

Poe thought for a second and then thought of a place he went a few times. He motioned to walk to the door then pointed to a hill which had a bunch of trees on top.

"Up there. It's out of the way and not many people go up there." Poe spoke. You nodded and thanked him, then went off to bed. This was the furthest you had been from home in a long time. Though your home isn't how you remembered it in your childhood.

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Few days later - 03:42am:

You had woken up in the dead of night, memories had been plaguing your mind. You just needed to get out of your room. Placing a thin jumper on and your flight boots, you exited your room as quietly as possible so not disturbed anyone else.

However, you weren't the only one who was awake. Poe was still up for no reason apart from finishing reports. BB-8 decided to wonder round base, when he saw you walking down the runway towards the hill rubbing your eyes and sniffling. He knew he had to tell Poe.

BB-8 rolled in with a trill of beeps, voicing his concern to Poe.

"What do you mean you just saw Y/n?" Poe asked,

'I saw Y/n walking to the hill, and I think they were crying.'

"Okay buddy. Okay. I'll go check on them." Poe stated putting on a jacket and boots then walked out the door. It took him about 5 minutes to find you. Hearing light sniffles from a tree, Poe approached quietly but making himself noticed as not to startle you.

"Hey Y/n, you doing okay?" Poe asked kneeling next to you,

"Not really... I'm sorry you have to see me in such a mess." You whispered almost too quiet that the wind carried it.

"It's okay you don't have to worry about that. Do you want to talk?" Poe responded now sitting on the grass next to you.

The only light around was the stars and the twinkling lights from the base. It was far too early for the sun's to come up. Though you had only been in the rebellion for the last few days, the people in it were more welcoming and more understandable. You knew you could trust Poe.

“I feel really homesick. I really miss my dad.” You spoke not looking at him,

“I felt like that the first time I left as well. It’s normal to feel that way. Leia will allow you to go back home if you want.” Poe stated trying to give you some sort of comfort. You shook your head and a small hiccup escaped from you.

“I couldn’t Poe. That’s the thing, I can’t go back. I had to escape and leave because they took over.” You explained tucking your head into your knee’s. Poe’s eyes softened and he rubbed your back softly, he didn’t know how you felt but he knew that he just need to be there with you in the moment.

“Y/n. Whatever happens with this war, I will try my best to help you free your home world.” Poe explained. If the Resistance could free one planet, then it was a start.

Poe wrapped his jacket around you, and just sat with you until you stopped crying. He only knew you a few days, but knew that for a newbie in the Resistance it can be a bit more chaotic.

#poe dameron #star wars #star wars sequel fic

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neteluvr-library · 1 year ago

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OKAY ITS ME IM BACK AT MY RE-READ OF CARDIGAN...i thought i would be able to knock out the entire cardigan series in a weekend but i just realized its gonna take me longer than that AHAHA anyway im just really excited so without further ado...

This place filled you with so much warmth. It was clear to you the bond these people had to each other, to the clan, to the nature surrounding them, was something you will never experience for yourself, something your mum talked incessantly about every day, and you suppressed a small cry at the sudden loss of a connection you didn’t even know you longed for until now.

I feel this exact same way except its about the fact that i live in a non-walkable city 😒 AHAAH just kidding...but not really. i want to hold atan and tell her everything will be alright. BABY YOU GOTTA LET YOURSELF BE PART OF A COMMUNITY THO!!!!! i cant imagine how alienating (get it..) it must feel to grow up so close to such a tight knit community, but not be apart of it. it's like being a fish in a glassbowl.

“Y/N! I have missed you so muchhh, you have to ask mum and dad to let me come to the lab more often, I never get to see you anymore!!” She cried in your neck, still holding on to you for dear life.

TUK WILL ALWAYS BE THE CUTEST!!!! i love their relationship throughout the entire cardigan saga. i will be really sad when the next movie comes out and tuk is grown ):

HONEY YOU GOT A BIG STORM COMING!!

Neteyam couldn’t stop staring at his baby brother’s back as he carried you in his arms, and he couldn’t stop the twinge of jealousy that bubbled deep beneath the surface.He got to carry you, he got to touch you, he got to laugh with you every damn time he pleased, and now he gets to introduce you to your new life.

WELL THATS TOO DAMN BAD NETEYAM I WONDER WHOSE FAULT THAT IS!!!!

“Guys, I know I have not reacted in a way appropriate for the sheer insane size and meaning of this gift, but I promise that despite my very slow processing times, I am incredibly grateful and happy for this. I cannot believe something like this is even possible, and I can believe even less that it was done for me! But while I struggle to comprehend the magnitude of what’s going to happen to me, let’s open some presents!!”

THIS ALWAYS MAKES ME GIGGLE...like atan just got a life changing gift and the only way she can respond is with this formal ass thank you. NERD ALERT!!!!!! but also i don't like opening gifts in front of people because i cant hide my facial reactions so this is valid.

You may think you know everything because you sit here hunched over books written by humans who couldn’t see even if it hit them in the face with a stick, but you know nothing about the real world. Nothing about what’s waiting for you starting tomorrow, if you do this. Tell Norm no.”

BRO HE MAD!!!! SUCK MY DICK NETEYAM...the audacity of him to think he can leave atan behind then tell her what to do. i know its his defense mechanism but DAMN!!!

I always expected you to outgrow me. I just had an ounce of hope you would have enough decency to do it while looking me in the eye. I felt like I earned that, after all the blood, sweat and tears I gave you.”

): ): ):

andra bb i always feel like im in your mentions, replies, inbox, and likes and i feel so annoying AHHAAH but please excuse me because im going to try and annotate chapter 4 and 5 (its 12 am so i might not finish) BUT I REALLY WANT TO ANNOTATE MY FAVORITE CHAPTERS SO IM PUSHING ON

Illicit Affairs | Chapter III: Exile

Pairing: Neteyam x Human!Reader (later Avatar!Reader)

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X

Synopsis: Your 18th birthday has finally arrived, and with it, a gift that will change your life and your relationships - forever.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, cursing

Word Count: 3,9k words

A/N: Hi Guys! The 3rd chapter is finaaally here, and 'm happy to say that whilst so far everything's been mostly intro and world building, things will be picking up very quickly. Hope you enjoy this story of two very broken people finding each other <;3

"You were my town Now I'm in exile, seein' you out I think I've seen this film before So I'm leavin' out the side door"

You didn’t dare look back at Neteyam. No, you kept a straight face and your gaze forward as you walked towards the village, engaging in small talk with your 3 friends, who were more than willing to fill in the silence by themselves. They knew you liked to keep to yourself and knew better than to take it personally.

Your friends also knew, despite not mentioning, that this is a colossal feat, getting you out of the lab, getting you to leave your comfort bubble that you, willingly or unwillingly, built for yourself the past 18 years. Kiri fondly remembers you as a child, wild and free, running around barefoot on the grass and mud as if Pandora and her trees were just your own personal playground. She took a small gander at your feet, now safely covered with a pair of black Converse sneakers, the likes of which she’s seen other humans wear before and tried not too dwell on all the moments that lead you here.

You arrived at the village after a long, pleasant walk. You were fascinated with the Pandora flora, and wondered if you were ever going to get used to it, ever not have your breath hitch in your throat at its beauty. You hoped not. Your heart started to race as the sound of people idly chattering filled your ears. Soon enough, you began to see fire and tents, as the Na’vi were making their way back home at the dusk of another day. You saw some of them removing game from the back of their pa’li, others filleting a huge fish that you recognised as a dinicthoid, and as you walked further in, saw kids running around playing with toy ikrans and laughing amongst themselves, as their mothers lay on the ground watching them in adoration.

You made your way to the biggest tent you could reasonably see, one that you quickly recognised as the Sully family tent. It was ornate and adorned with intricate designs and two large fire lamps framing each side of the opening. It was a sight to behold, and you realised that it hasn’t changed much since you last visited. You also started to take note of the stares boring into your side from all around you and felt grateful at how close you were to the tent’s entrance.

Almost on command, Jake Sully peered out of the tent and you watched as a wide smile replaced his previously confused expression. He was a handsome man, as much so now as he was in the still frames of your past. He was dressed in celebratory garments, a fiery red loincloth dropping from his waist and a dazzling beaded neck piece that matched. He had several arm bands circling his arms, and you took note of the way the colour palette matched that of Toruk, and how well that seemed to compliment him. He was a handsome man, you thought to yourself. Damn the Sullys and their genetics.

“Y/N, my God you’ve grown. What the hell happened??” He said, enthusiastically. He circled you curiously and eyed you intently. You tried not too blush at the sudden scrutiny and how it mirrored your own just a few moments ago. “You have time to lift weights in between experiments??”

You let out a small laugh. “Hi, Jake. It’s good to see you, it’s been a while.”

“It’s been too long. You never visit, but we’re hoping that will change soon.” He said, then eyed the kids behind him, and whatever expression he was met with made him quickly bite on his bottom lip and turn around, as if to stop himself from saying any more.

A small shriek came from behind him, one that you instantly recognise and you smile widely at the little girl, who, since you last saw her, somehow became as tall as you.

“Tuk-tuk”, you say warmly and watch the animated figure jump up and down and encircle you roughly in a bear-hug. Damn, she’s stronger than you already, you sighed.

“I know, dear girl. I missed you, too. I’ll make sure it will never be this long before we see each other again, how does that sound?” You speak to this child you love like your own sister in Na’vi, her English skills the least proficient. She nodded her head vigorously and with that, let go.

She took your hand in hers and made her way into the tent, and you felt relief flood your being at finally being out of people’s sights. Two majestic women, tall and mighty as the Valkyries in your mum’s Norse Mythology books stood by the fire. They were chatting softly to each other and stopped as they heard you come in.

Neytiri and Mo’at looked at you intently and you felt yourself cower under the intensity of their gaze. Neytiri slowly approached you with movements so nimble and fluid you were thinking she could have made a career as a ballerina back on Earth.

After a while, she kneeled on the ground in front of you and placed her long, toned arm on your much tinier shoulder.

“My Child, you have grown so much.” She smiled kindly at you, and you felt yourself tear up at her choice of words addressing you.My child…

Before you could stop yourself, you felt your arms cross the space between you and circle her neck. The necklace she was wearing scratched your skin painfully, but you didn’t care. “I see you. I’m sorry.”

Neytiri’s arms tightened around you and you heard a smile in her voice as she said “Oh, my sweet child, you don’t have to be sorry.”

You spent the evening catching up. You told them about your work in the lab, about how you all scrambled to find any cure or at least partial treatment to the illnesses that seem to have escalated recently among the tribes’ people. They tell you about training, Lo’ak and Neteyam’s training as well as Kiri’s, who has been spending most of her time learning the ways of the Tsahik, having a natural skill for it.

You find yourself drooling at the delectable food, and are happy when Mo’at calls everyone to the meal around the fire pit in the centre of the tent. You wait for everyone to get a portion first, and smile fondly when Neyriti passes you a leaf with all the goodies on it. You dig in, realising how famished you actually were.

“So, Y/N”, Jake starts, “how does it feel being 18? I remember turning 18, don’t remember much else about that day though”, he says, smiling proudly to himself.

“Feels just the same as being 17, I’m afraid. Was really hoping the Universe might give me some sort of sign or epiphany or, anything, really, but, in reality, I feel the same as I did yesterday, and all the days before that. The food’s much better today, though” You finish with a grin, as you dig into another piece of teylu.

“Right, well, about that.. us and the kids thought, with you spending so much time on your own, you deserve a special birthday and some special gifts. Now you can see them in the corner of the tent there, but I warn you, you’re not allowed to open them until back at the lab.”

You peered over his shoulder curiously, and were again disappointed to have to wait for a surprise you didn’t want in the first place.

“After dinner, we can all go back to the lab, and you can open them in the hub while we watch, we know how much you love being surprised!”

“Wow, going out after curfew, I actually do feel kind of special.”

“You should, kid.”

Putting all the wrapped objects on the back of a Pa’li, you watched as Jake mounted his own and motioned for you to get on, in front of him. You did as you were told quietly, and the entire family made its way towards the lab. It was a much quicker journey back, and soon enough you found yourself dismounting in front of the cold heavy walls of the hub. Before you could enter though, Lo’ak passed you a cloth of some sort, and wordlessly asked for you to tie it around your eyes.

“Oh, come oon!”, you said with a deep groan, but obliged regardless. What was the point of resisting now. You knew one thing though, you were very excited to go back to bed tonight, as the emotional toll this day was taking on you was, although not worse than expected, heavy enough for you to feel its weight for days to come.

As soon as you entered the lab and removed your mask, you put the covering over your eyes, and felt Lo’ak, you knew, pick you up from the ground and carry you bridal style through the halls of the hub. You couldn’t quite tell where you were going, but you heard snickering behind you, and soon enough, Lo’ak put you down carefully and turned you around to face him.

“Now, Y/N, you’re gonna turn around and we’re going to need you to not pass out. Deal?”

“What? This is strange, guys.”

You felt him turn you around and felt gentle hands unwrap the cloth covering your eyes. Your eyes took a minute to adjust to the bright artificial light of the lab, and then pause.

One. Two. Three.

You couldn’t quite comprehend what was clearly displayed in front of you. You recognised your surroundings quickly enough. The Morgue, the other humans called it. A room where the avatars of the dead humans, now serving no purpose, were kept in their respective incubators. Your eyes were immediately drawn, as if on instinct, to your mum’s avatar. You never came here, you couldn’t. Your gaze then shifted to the incubator to the left of your mum’s, the one that hosted Grace Augustin, Kiri’s mum. On the right of your mum, though, there was usually an empty incubator. There, now floated and twitched a body, blue, tall and strong, connected to an artificial umbilical cord. You peered at it intently, something about it making you shift uncomfortably towards it. Suddenly, you felt yourself stiffen in shock, and heard a loud thud as the mask and the connecting oxygen pack dropped to the ground. The new blue body looked like… you.

Neteyam, just like the rest of his family, has known about this for months, maybe longer. Norm, his dad’s closest friend, came to the village one day and announced to the family that him and the rest of the scientists worked tirelessly for years to figure out a way to make you an avatar, and with a lot of help from your deceased’s mother’s work and research, as well as some of her DNA, they cracked the code. The newly made Avatar was a miracle of sorts, nobody having thought it would be possible to create on Pandora, so far from all the resources normally used to make one back on Earth. But they did it, and it will be ready in time for your 18th birthday. Norm wanted to make sure, if it succeeded and you accepted it, they will in turn accept you in the village, just like they accepted Jake so many years ago. He wanted you to be able to have a life, not just a body, and be able to finally be free of the shackles you have created for yourself for years on end.

Neteyam couldn’t tell how he felt about it, partly due to the fact he’s stopped himself from thinking about it since he’s found out. Whilst his siblings and even parents were buzzing in excitement, he was scared. If you were to now be there, in the village, in his life, every day, he will be forced to deal with you, with the two of you, and the feelings he knew were buried in him for a reason. He stopped at the top of the stairs of the room where he knew the Avatar lay. Nobody cared about him at the moment, and, as a result, was relieved to figure out he doesn’t have to join you in the room and see your future body, currently inanimate and floating in liquid he didn’t know or didn’t want to know the origins of. If this was to happen anyway, he’d rather meet you properly, and see if the same flicker of curiosity and unruly smile could ever reflect in the same way it does on your current face, the one that still haunts his dreams.

You couldn’t formulate words… or thoughts, for that matter. You stared at the Avatar for what it feels like hours, and finally, Norm cleared his throat and spoke.

“I know this is a lot to take in. But we wanted your 18th to be special, Ace. We have been working in secret for years to get this done, because you deserve it. You deserve the world, and you can’t have it in this lab. This world also deserves you. So now you can go and show it what you’ve got.”

“We’re so happy for you to join us, my child.” You heard Neyriri join in.

“Do you want to see the gifts we made for you?” Tuk jumped in, enthusiastically.

With a last look at your Avatar, you turned around and faced the people you knew would be looking at you expectantly. You didn’t know what the feelings you were feeling were, but they were all fighting to take over, and you felt yourself becoming dizzy. Steading yourself, you recognised that words will have to appear on your tongue sooner or later, and you managed to get out a whisper “Sure, Tuk-tuk, let’s go!”

Everyone around you exchanged weird looks; they really thought you would be a lot happier about this than you were. You tried your best to put on a happy smile and react in the way you knew people would be wanting you to; after all, this was indeed an incredibly nice, thoughtful and attentive gift, not to mention damn fucking impressive, and whatever trauma the thought of having to pilot this Avatar brought in you, it was something you were going to have to deal with by yourself, later.

You made your way slowly towards the recreation hub where all the packages were placed on one of the long tables. You chuckled awkwardly and took one of them in your hands. The wrapping, you realised, was the same material like the one used to make the Na’vi loincloths.

The one you held in your hands currently was blue. You unwrapped it, careful as to not damage it at all, and was shocked to see a dazzling necklace, one of the most beautiful ones you have even seen. It was a leather chocker, which adorned green and red stones, and it reminded you a lot of the bracelet you were currently wearing. You turned around and looked at Kiri, whose masterful hands you knew crafted it. She was sitting on one of the benches and you couldn’t help become emotional looking at your friend, your amazing friend, who you have known all of your life, and who always collected trinkets from the woods, trinkets that now will decorate your new body.

The next package was heavier, and upon opening it, you were shocked to discover a rider’s mask, like the one the Na’vi wear when flying an Ikran; it was brown and braided and had bones adorning it. The lenses were translucent and shone in iridescent hues as you looked at it from all angles. You were in awe at the inadvertent admission that someone thought you capable of one day passing the Iknimaya, and you felt quite confident in saying Lo’ak was the master behind this gift.

“I thought, you will definitely need it one day, and I wanted to get a jump start.” He says, as if reading your mind. “You may not know it now, but I think you were born for this, Angel.”

You had no words to say to that, but were touched at how Lo’ak always seemed to believe in you more than you believed in yourself. You took a silent oath to try to live up to the version of you Lo’ak kept with him in his heart.

The second to last package was also quite small and seemed to rattle as you picked it up. As you unwrapped it, you didn’t quite make sense of the bundle of feathers and chains, but eventually Neytiri kindly stepped in and untangled it, and you realised it was a top, a beautiful, sheer top, and you found it hard to believe this will actually cover anything. You were excited to put it on though, and felt a tingle of anticipation for tomorrow that was not there before… these were yours, for your body, for your future, a future where riding your own Ikran might be more than just a dream of an out-of-reach fantasy.

“Thank you so much.” You wanted to say more, you wanted to tell them the turmoil in your heart and how scared you truly were, and how you wish they would understand and reach over and heal the broken mess that was your mind so you could finally just go, get out of this place and make your life something actually worth living, but you couldn’t make any other words come out. So you just said thank you.

As the family and the scientists continued chatting, you managed to slip by unnoticed out of the recreation hub and made your way down the hall, looking for the missing Sully you knew would be somewhere in here, by himself. You were so mad at him, so much resentment had built up in you from the year you’ve spent apart, from the less than ideal reunion, and from his continuous attempts to avoid you at all costs. It was your birthday, for god’s sake. He could at least pretend to be happy to be here, even if only for the sake of the memories you shared.

You found him in your room, looking over the books in your makeshift library, mindlessly playing with something in his large hands. His ears twitched as you approached, an obvious sign he heard you, but made no effort to acknowledge your presence. You half smiled at the view, and tried not to remember all the other times he has been in your room, just like he was now. You sat on your bed and waited patiently for him to speak, like you once used to do. It might take some time, but he always spoke.

“I don’t think you should do it.” He says, without looking at you.

“You think I shouldn’t do what?”

“This, the Avatar thing. I think it’s a bad idea.”

You sat there, in silence for a while while his words twirled in your mind like his green bracelet was twirling in his hands. You didn’t realise your mouth was wide open until you felt it dry up and you swallowed involuntarily in response.

“Excuse me?”

He turned around to face you and you saw a hard look mark his features, the old Neteyam, your old Neteyam merely a long-forgotten dream.

“You’re not going to make it, Y/N. You haven’t spent more than a week outside in the past 3 years. You may think you got this, cause you work out in a dark stuffy room with some weights and jump a rope, but it’s not going to mean jack shit when you’re out there, in a wilderness so harsh it claims brave Na’vi men and women’s lives every day. You may think you know everything because you sit here hunched over books written by humans who couldn’t see even if it hit them in the face with a stick, but you know nothing about the real world. Nothing about what’s waiting for you starting tomorrow, if you do this. Tell Norm no.”

The rage you felt blossomed like deadly nightshade and you knew whatever it was you once felt for Neteyam was dead and buried six-feet-under in that moment. You let out a bitter chuckle and rose up from the bed, placing your body in front of him.

“You know, when I saw you standing here, in my room, after all this time, I felt some sort of sick hope. I hoped you had finally come to your senses and decided you would apologise for the way you’ve treated me. For the way you left. I’m not stupid, believe it or not. I never expected whatever we had to last. After all, it was only a matter of time before the mighty future Olo’eyktan realised his attentions are better focused on more worthwhile things, like training, or, I don’t know, finding the best future Tsahik. I always expected you to outgrow me. I just had an ounce of hope you would have enough decency to do it while looking me in the eye. I felt like I earned that, after all the blood, sweat and tears I gave you.”

“You know, I fucking hate surprises. I just never thought you’d be one of the reasons why.”

The silence felt heavy and all you could hear was your panting breath, as you were trying to reign in your tempestuous emotions and the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Get the fuck out of my room, Neteyam.”

You found yourself forcefully taking the bracelet from his much larger hand and removing yourself from his path, motioning towards the open door. He left without saying a word and you shut the door behind you with a loud thud.

So far 18 was not your favourite age.

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chuuyrr · 3 years ago

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venom

tokyo revengers x reader

masterlist of the series

chapter six. make it official

warning(s): manga/anime spoilers, strong language, slightly ooc with crack-ish themes(?), mentions of blood and violence

small reminder: i can't tag some of you for sumn reason in the taglist, so make sure that tagging is enabled for you!

notes: idk why but i had to rewrite this chapter like eight times ??? i guess final exams are really messing my writing up—also fluff at the end, couldn't help myself but dont worry, i plan on writing other scenarios with the other members of toman. for now enjoy the mikey and reader interactions :)

as for my bb! scarletwitch! fushiguro! reader series—it is currently on hold. will get back to it sooner later (maybe when the jjk movie comes up? idk i kinda lost motivation and i got so many requests in lined for it so its kinda stressful to think of how to write a scenario and such <\3 so sorry!!)

another pathetic excuse slipped past your school. it started with you falling down the stairs and now a car accident. you were beginning to wonder how they easily believed you and rie's excuses. when you came at school with a few patches on your face, your classmates gave you a few strange and terrified looks.

you were wearing an oversized black jacket to hide your arms once again, but the exposed skin on your thighs was visibly bandaged.

nonetheless, they expressed concern for you—believing that you really had gotten into a car accident just from the look of your current state. bearing the title as the queen of st. ishiyama and toman's girl, they spoke nothing of it despite the glances they gave you. you could tell that some of them weren't as gullible as the others and believed it was more than a car accident.

as usual, you went on with your day at school. rie was absent since her parents forbade her from going in order for her to get some rest, so classes went by quick with you having no one to talk to. speaking of rie's parents, fortunately they didn't stop the two of you from being friends. you were extremely grateful for rie who covered up a couple of details that involved you and toman.

by the time lunch came, you were alone at the rooftop. eating an onigiri you bought from a convenient store beforehand while leaning against the railing, gazing at the feathery and crystalline horizon.

"oi, [name]-chan!"

ah, he's here again.

you glanced past your shoulders and nearly dropped the onigiri you held in your right hand. "toman?"

stood before you were the founding members of the infamous gang that had your back when you went against moebius. they were still dressed in their school uniforms and to your surprise, they even took takemichi along with them. clearly, you weren't expecting to see them here with mikey and draken.

"did you guys just skipped class?" your tone dropped, pointing out the obvious.

draken answered, letting out a long breath of sigh. "mikey insisted it."

"school's boring, it's only right we go somewhere." mikey argued, retorting to draken's statement.

"we all know you came here just to see her." and just like that, draken ended up getting punched on the arm by mikey.

you pinched the bridge of your nose when mikey and draken began to argue with each other. takemichi panicked, instantly mediating the argument of the two. you were then approached the first division captain of toman.

the ravenous haired boy grinned, holding out a hand for you to shake. "hey firecracker, nice to see you up and about. the name's baji, keisuke by the way. i don't think we've formally introduced."

you accepted his hand and shook it, returning his compliment. "thanks, i'm [surname], [name]."

"you've already met mitsuya and pah?" baji glanced at the two captains who glanced at you curtly as you nodded your head.

"have you been well, [name]-san?" mitsuya asked, striking a conversation with you.

you nodded, smiling a bit. he appeared to be the calmest out of the bunch. you loved the aura radiating from him. "i'm good, no worries about it. i do kind of feel rusty after getting hospitalized though."

you then flickered your eyes to mikey and sighed. "i still can't believe he literally pulled you guys out from class just to come see me. that's stupid."

"it's not stupid, mind you. i have something important to tell you!" you, along with the captains, turned your head towards mikey who faced you—childishly pouting with his arms crossed.

you raised a brow, placing a hand on your hip as you nibbled on the onigiri who haven't finished eating. "what could be so important for you to skip class and come see me?"

leaving takemichi and draken's side, mikey's aura as the commander of toman appeared and took over the atmosphere. in response to this, you shoved the rest of your food in your mouth before striding to meet him in the middle of the rooftope and mirrored his drastic change of demeanor.

"join us."

you gazed into his eyes and saw desperation. the way he asked you wasn't even a request, it was a demand.

i'm repeating history again.

for a split second, your mind resurfaced the memories you held onto. from how you paved your way into the delinquent life, your first and last empire of girls at your previous school, you fighting moebius and now—sano, manjiro offering you a once in a lifetime opportunity.

with that, a fit of laughter broke from you.

pah glanced at you in confusion, scratching the back of his head before turning to baji and mitsuya. "what is she laughing for?"

"oi, [name]-chan. what's so funny?" the childish and carefree aura that mikey held returned when he saw the look of amusement and laughter on your face.

you clasped a hand over your mouth to surpress your laughter while clutching your stomach. "oh my god, mikey."

"stop laughing! i am serious." mikey shot you a lighthearted glare.

you cleared your throat, subsiding your fit of laughter. you shook your head, now folding your arms across your chest. "yeah, not happening serious."

"ouch, the rejection." baji commented in an exasperated manner before laughing.

mitsuya glanced at baji. "why do you sound like they broke up or something?"

"what do you want? name your price." who would have thought mikey could be this persistent just to have you?

you quipped, tapping your chin with your fingers as you rolled your feet back and forth in a thinking manner. "anything, huh?"

"do you want to be a captain? your own divisio— "fight me, manjiro."

everyone looked at you as if you had lost your marbles. they eyed you from head to toe in unison, sharing the same exact thoughts. you had a death wish.

"there's no way i'm hitting a girl." mikey immediately waved his hands at you, clearly disliking your request.

you answered persistently, folding your arms. "you have my full consent to hit me. if you win, i'm joining toman without any questions but if i win, i'm not joining. those are my conditions."

mikey looked at you with uncertainty evident in his eyes. he never doubted your abilities, in fact he was confident that you were more than capable of protecting yourself. just like the rest of toman, they had a moral code of not using their violence against girls.

fighting you was against his will, but the temptation to have you was strong.

"i want the rest of toman to spectate our fight later at the musashi temple, midnight." you answered firmly.

"this girl is crazy." baji looked at you, chuckling. "but she's got confidence, i'll give her that."

"[name]-san against mikey-kun?" just the thought of it scared takemichi.

"alright, i'll accept your request." mikey sighed in defeat. "but don't blame me if you end up going to the hospital again and you better mean your second condition."

"you'll bring me there regardless of the outcome, i just know it." you chuckled, flashing him a genuine smile of yours. one that could make someone like him fall hard for you. "and i never go back on my word, that's a promise."

you were quite ecstatic.

you weren't scared of how it was going to turn out. in fact, it doesn't matter at this point because right now. this was your chance to analyze and learn from the invincible mikey himself. after getting hospitalized, you knew you were going to be rusty. so, what better way to get yourself conditioned and warmed up? simple, a fight against a gang leader.

"oi, you two cannot be serious." draken intervened, stepping in between you and mikey. "you just got out of the hospital and you are seriously going against [name] just for her to join toman?!"

a yawn escaped your lips.

you proceeded to walk away from mikey and draken who began to argue about the deal you had just made. you trotted towards takemichi who looked at you with extreme concern in his eyes.

"[name]-san, are you serious about this? you're going to fight against mikey-kun, the invincible mikey!" takemichi expressed his worries vocally.

you belted out a chuckle. "hey, michi. have you forgotten what i told you?"

"forgotten what?" takemichi blinked, confused.

"i used to take down gang leaders before, so what are you taking me for? i plan on taking down mikey, or at least get some fun out of it just like in the old days." with you shoveled your hands in the pockets of your oversized jacket.

"are you doubting me?" you quipped and immediately earned a shake of a head from him.

"n-no! i think you are just as skilled as him [name]-san. i'm just concerned for you that's all, you just got out of the hospital."

you could see why mikey and the rest of toman had taken a liking for the young boy. he might be weak to fighting and to women, but he had a good heart that genuinely cares for the people around him. with that, you reached your hand to him and gave his shoulder a pat.

"thank you for saving rie back then and for the genuine concern, michi. i appreciate it."

rie was going to kill you when she finds out about this deal and fight you impulsively arranged. it was a good thing she was absent today.

midnight blue deepens over a broad and starlit sky. your silhouette wandered beneath the moonlight, making your way towards the tori gate and steps of stone. from a distance, faint whispers gradually became audible to your ears when you had finally reached the top.

from there, hundreds of gang members gathered before the musashi temple and adorned by their black and gold embroidered uniforms. a smile rose on your lips when they took notice of your presence; heads turning and eyes staring. their voices hushed down not long after you had began to stride towards the very front. the crowd broke in half, paving you a clear path towards your goal.

they all seemed to be mesmerized by the sound of your boots, clicking against the pavement along with your graceful yet powerful walk. head straight forward, you ignored their gaze and simply continued before halting at the commander of toman himself, sano manjiro. stood along side him was draken and to your surprise, yet again, takemichi was there.

you simply glanced at the three of them before turning your attention towards the hundreds of toman members.

"everyone, standing before you is [surname], [name] of st. ishiyama! as requested, toman will officiate and spectate her fight against the president." draken's voice boomed with authority. "two simple conditions will follow; if [name] wins against mikey, she will not join toman but if she loses, she will join toman."

whispers and murmurs filled the atmosphere at an instant. you could tell that they have mixed emotions at draken's statement. you knew some of them thought you were insane or were simply confused.

they had heard of you before, your name was literally rising to fame in the streets of tokyo. you were the female delinquent. you were the one who went head-to-head against moebius to avenge the girlfriend of the third division captain's friend.

"why is the leader fighting his girlfriend?" you caught onto one of their common murmurs. you had nearly forgotten that.

"lovers' quarrel maybe?"

"but, didn't draken say she's not under toman yet?"

they went on and on until draken's voice had boomed once again. his authoritative voice silenced the entire crowd.

"everyone silent! [name], mikey, get into place."

everyone circled you and mikey as soon as you and him strode down the steps. the two of you were about two meters away from each other when got into place. mikey took off the oversized toman jacket hanging on his shoulders and you rolled up the sleeves of your black blouse. you combed your hair and tied it in a ponytail with the hair tie adorning your wrist. you also made sure that the laces of your heeled, combat boots were tied. it'd be an embarrassment for you to trip and lose balance because of untied laces.

you widened your stance; legs kept apart, feet firmly on the ground and closed fists across your body. you huffed the lose strands falling on your face and straightened your posture.

"ready when you are." you glanced at mikey.

mikey cleared his throat and smiled, "ladies first."

and that was all you needed to hear.

you made a straightforward dash towards the blonde boy and just as you had expected, he lifted his leg to high roundhouse kick you. you immediately reacted on time, bringing a closed fist to block it. everyone watched in awe at your keen reflexes. you proceeded to grab his raised leg, pulling him close to you before ramming a fist to his jaw.

mikey kicked his other leg in the air, successfully sending you backwards and made you lose you hold onto his leg from the recoil. you regained composure and darted yourself to him once again.

you raised an arm on time when he threw a hefty punch at you, you caught his other punch the second time and twisted it before flipping yourself upside down, hooking your legs around his neck firmly and throwing him to the ground. unlike before, you failed to pin his arm down this time. mikey learned from the sambo-move you pulled on him during his first encounter with you. using his untamed strength, he flipped you over so he was on top instead of you.

his hand made its way your throat to pin you down and raised his other over his head to punch you. you kicked both of your legs, pushing him away from you and kicked yourself back up. you stroked the vicegrip he had on your throat seconds ago.

you threw yourself at him, hooking your legs around his chest and neck sent him spinning as he struggled to get you off him. you made your way behind his back, you brought an arm to lock him by the neck and repeatedly rammed your fists at his head. suddenly, he pushed his head towards you and successfully headbutted you. once your hold onto him loosened, you jumped off him but not before you kicked your legs square on his back and used him as a boost to back flip in the air.

once you landed back on your feet, you slid left and right, narrowly avoiding his kicks. you ducked right on time for another high roundhouse kick and found yourself an opening. you aimed a closed fist to his face. mikey brought both of his arms to block it, leaving his back wide open. with a triumphant smirk on your face, you pivoted your foot and rounded a kick on his back. mikey looked at you, stunned as he gasped at the harsh blow on his back.

"holy shit, she just feinted a frontal attack.." chifuyu, the first division vice captain, stared at you in shock with his mouth hanging agape.

takemichi finished chifuyu's sentence with the same look of awe plastered on his face. "to roundhouse kick mikey-kun!"

you proceeded to duck when mikey retaliated against you with a kick. from then on was a cycle of give and take of fists and kicks. the two of you were just as skilled with one another, it was almost impossible for any of you to outspeed or overpower the other. even if one of you happened to find an opening, the two of you would just easily turn the tables.

"so, this is the female delinquent of tokyo." baji watched your keen precision and reflexes. "no wonder moebius wanted her."

"she has an interesting fighting style too." mitsuya had decided to speak up, coming up with a good hypothesis from his observation.

"interesting?" takemichi asked, confused.

"yeah, [name] is attacking and defending at the same time. she uses a mix of sambo, systema and krav maga; a russian military self-defense and martial arts." mitsuya pointed out right on cue when you rammed an opened hand to his face while locking his raised leg with your other. "and right now, she's using krav maga against mikey."

you took a step back, catching your breath for a second. you were surprised at how mikey was able to catch up to you. clearly, he's a prodigy of his own martial art. the hand you were using to block his kicks was now aching. you might be skilled, but it doesn't mean you were actually invincible. you failed to stop this one kick and stumbled backwards from the recoil. you spat out blood to the side before wiping your lips.

his tornado kicks were no joke.

taking a sharp intake of air, you charged him head on once again. you already learned enough from his style. mikey obviously favors kicks more than punches. apart from that, he always aims directly for the uppermost part of the body and has lightning-fast reflexes.

you lifted your left leg, imitating his high roundhouse kick which mikey mirrored. as your legs clashed against each other, you reached your hands out and grabbed his locks of blonde hair before yanking him down to your right knee, lifting it as you dropped your left leg.

"shit, she got mikey." draken's eyes dilated at the sight of his best friend getting kneed in the face.

with your fingers still holding onto his hair, you yanked him his head up to see his half-lidded eyes. he was still conscious even after that. you clenched your free hand and aimed it directly towards his face, but to your surprise he caught it right on time. you released your hold onto his hair to raise your arm, deflecting the punch he threw right after.

at this point, both of your upper limbs were now aching from all the hits you took. but even so, you weren't the only who's gradually becoming tired. their leader was also beginning to get exhausted just as you.

the two invincible delinquents aren't so invincible after all.

you were shaken off from your thoughts when mikey made his next move. you stepped back as he darted towards you. you slid to left, simultaneously catching his fist. however, you failed to calculate the move that preceeded. the closed fist you caught opened and intertwined with yours. he twisted your arm behind your back and made you kneel with force.

you lifted your head up to at him with a smile adorning your face. he was impressive; he lasted more than ten minutes with you.

mikey's imposing and commanding aura drastically changed when a look of perplexity became evident instead.

what were you smiling about?

"i withdraw."

with that, an uproar of surprised looks and gasps echoed from the crowd. even mikey couldn't help but hang his mouth in agape from your statement.

"what?" mikey muttered.

the conditions you set meant nothing to you. you only made them just to get a taste of mikey's prowess and to analyze his attacks upclose because you knew he wouldn't agree to fight you and hold back.

obviously, he was holding back during your fight, but you paid no mind to it. you weren't exactly using your full concentration either because you didn't want to push your limits this time. you could have continued on with the fight; you still had a lot of fight left in you despite the ache in your limbs but you had just gotten out of the hospital and you knew rie would kill you if you let hell break loose. you didn't want to make your friend worry, so you ended it there.

either way, the fight wasn't a serious one. if anything you were just fighting for your pride; for the fun of it, nothing more.

mikey continued, still in a state of disbelief. "is this a trick? do you.. mean it?"

"i mean it, i withdraw from our fight." you pressed on, reiterating before releasing yourself from his hold to stand and dust your clothes off.

once you got up on your feet, mikey gently pulled you by the arm to stand next to him. he glanced at you for a second, before turning his attention towards everyone who spectated the fight.

"the second condition of [name] has been met." he began. "as stated by herself, she has withdrawn from our fight."

the moment you made the lives of the moebius members hell with your untamed strength, there was no turning back. you had already involved yourself into the delinquent life once again.

"starting today, [surname], [name] will now be a part of the first division, under baji, keisuke."

at first, you didn't want to affiliate yourself with tokyo manji gang. you've had quite the experience with gangs of men in the past. they paid no respect and would always look down upon you and your girls. it was a patriarchal, delinquent world. it was also the very reason you delved yourself into the delinquent life and carried on the motto, women protecting women, but seeing how they fought on your side and for their friends that day, you knew they weren't just any delinquents.

in fact, they reminded you of your girls.

you weren't going to regret this.

"it is an honor to be officially a part of toman. everyone, thank you for spectating our fight." you raised your head high and before your gaze fell onto the first division captain.

"baji, keisuke—i look forward to working with you!" you claimed next.

you were joined by the captain and his vice. baji peered down at you before placing a hand on the top of your head to give you a quick headpat as chifuyu glanced at you with a smile, "welcome to the first division, [name]-san."

this was going to be one hell of a rollercoaster ride.

you learned from rie that each division had their own purpose and the first division happened to be the attack unit, it was definitely a fitting role for someone like you who was a relentless and expert combatant.

after the fight took place at the musashi temple, toman had dispersed right after being dismissed. instead of walking home, you were persistently brought to the hospital (just as you had expected) by mikey because your arms were aching from the hits you took and much to your dismay, the hospital remembered you and him.

you ended up scowling at mikey the entire time because the nurse who treated you couldn't help but comment and coo at how sweet your boyfriend was to care for his girlfriend who always got into fights. if only the nurse knew who really mikey was, but you were too tired to say a thing. once you were patched up, you were given a couple of painkillers, ointment and was advised to get some rest—or more like told mikey to look after you which he cheekily agreed.

"when will you stop?" you groaned, walking outside with mikey trailing after you.

mikey laughed, "never! i told you so didn't i? you're my girlfriend now and more importantly, an official member of toman."

"aight, i'mma head out. my free trial as a toman member has ended." you rolled your eyes, scoffing before walking away only to get yanked back by mikey who tugged on your blouse from behind.

mikey told you with exaggeration. "didn't you hear what the nurse said? i'm looking after my girlfriend! i'm fetching you home."

reluctantly, you hopped onto his motorcycle and settling your feet onto the passenger pegs while grumbling "girlfriend my ass" under your breath. mikey hopped on not long after but before he pulled the two of you and his ride from the side, he turned his head over your shoulder and flicked your forehead—making you flinch for a second and look at him with confused, wide eyes.

"what was that for?"

you clasped a hand over your forehead as mikey playfully huffed a sharp exhale and retorted. "for saying stupid things."

"as if i'd ever let you go when i just got you."

with that, he smoothly pulled his babu into the road and whisked the two of you away. you leaned against the back his neck and held onto his shoulder instead of his waist, quietly rubbing your forehead and grumbled. but when you felt his warm hand interwined with your free one, you perked your head up and immediately pulled your hand away from his as a reflex which discreetly made him frown.

"so, why did you withdraw?"

mikey spoke up, momentarily gazing at you from the side mirror before returning his eyes at the road. "i've seen the way you fight, you could have taken me down even after i locked your arm."

you answered before closing your eyes to lean your head onto his back. "because i wanted to withdraw, now shush."

"wow, you've gone soft for me?" his laughter filled your ears as your touch sent sparks and warmth to his chest. "have i finally caught your interest, [name]-chan?"

perhaps you were going to regret this after all.

"i'm going to jump off your motorcycle, manjiro."

"hey! at least call me mikey if you're gonna do it!"

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nongnaos · 2 years ago

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bl / gl tag game

I was tagged by @icouldhyperfixatehim in probably Feb/Mar but I literally just had not watched enough bl/gls to actually do this. Then got tagged again by @talays-portkey recently (it is no longer recently, this has been in my drafts, 98% done for a month??) and was like ohhh I can probably do this now!

your all time favourite bl character and why

I'm gonna say Pat and Pran both bc bb is SO dear to my heart and I feel like they are a good representation of "opposites attract" bc they handle things/think differently a lot but are so similar it works.

what's your one character from a bl you wanted to punt into the stratosphere ( you only get one so choose wisely )

Honestly none? If there has been any show where I've really disliked the leads then I've probably given up watching, as for side characters I'm willing to forgive a lot in fiction that I probably wouldn't IRL. Also shitty people give the story more drama and I do live for the drama. One thing that I do find bizarre and I struggle with are characters who ship other characters in the show and will tell them, or post about them on social media... it's just something I would feel weird about if it happened to me (and I can't imagine that happening realistically as someone who grew up in Ireland in the 2000's.)

the best music moment from a bl

Ok ok, living for bb and the rooftop kiss but the very specific moment when Pat is telling Pran all the things he liked when Pran was gone (I didn't need to compete, or be paranoid, or know what your GPA was etc) and Pran is clearly upset about it and then he says "but it was so depressingly lonely for me" and Pran looks back at him and it's the moment where everything starts to change and just as Pran looks back into Pat's eyes with hope for the first time there's a little 4 note drum roll (@10:14) and it just perfectly encapsulates that feeling of anticipation when your heart skips a beat, I just [muffled screams into a pillow]. Also the Not Me industrial sounding background music. It was so different for a bl but works perfectly with the aesthetic and the feeling of the show. Same with Heartstopper, great soundtrack, perfect vibes for the show. Also the intro song for The Eclipse, I really love it too!

what's a popular heterosexual text that you would like to see adapted into a bl / gl ?

Looove a cheesy romcom so maybe a GL 10 Things I Hate About You, or maybe one day my dream of seeing A Cinderella Story with Austin Ames realising she's a trans girl will come true!!! Or the lesbian 13 Going On 30 where she goes to the future to realise she's in love with her best friend (a girl, sorry Mark Ruffalo) and realises she's gay and maybe that's why people picked on her at 13 bc they all knew she was ✨️different✨️ and she goes back and is like "i know being gay is scary rn but it actually does get better and I've seen it!!". Coyote Ugly!! The Prince and Me!!!! Gimme lesbian romcoms I beg!!! Most of these gave off wlw vibes anyway, making them gay now would just be righting the world.

a scene from a bl that always makes you laugh ?

We Best Love where they almost get caught on the couch and Shuyi introduces himself overly formally and Shide just laughs at him and Shuyi gives him the 👀🤨 (gif)

Also, that moment in Semantic Error after Jaeyoung gets asked to work on Sangwoo's project and he's in slow-mo dancing down the stairs like "yeah, I'm gonna ruin this kid's life".

what two random bl/gl characters would make hilarious exes ?

Not hilarious but Namu from Not Me and Ink from Bad Buddy. They meet when Ink is taking scenery photos and sees Namu's graffiti and they get to talking and they have similar ideas and ideologies, Namu starts bringing Ink to protests and Ink brings her to some exhibitions etc etc they stay friends after bc wlw.. and then in the future the BB gang inkpa&patpran all start attending protests together. (Didn't P'Aof say patpran would definitely be joining those protests if they were in the same show? Like it all makes so much sense)

biggest disappointment ?

The way Not Me just sort of fell off in terms of storyline in the second half. Its only a disappointment bc those first episodes were incredible and the show deserved better.

who would be the funniest person to watch a bl in its entirety and which one would you make them watch .

Tankhun, and seeing as we've seen his reactions to steamy scenes and action or horror shows I feel like we should watch Manner of Death? I haven't seen it yet but I've heard it's steamy and mafia based so he could pick apart the mafia stuff and go wild at the smut.

best wardrobe moment / or character wardrobe from a bl

Shuyi's emo boy wardrobe from season 1 of We Best Love.

Wei Wuxian's emo boy wardrobe but make it historical.

Ink's lesbian art teacher vibes from Bad Buddy. (Extra shout out to Pat's ep 12 teal shirt and Pran's jumpers)

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triptuckers · 4 years ago

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General - Poe Dameron

Request: nope Pairing: Poe Dameron x wife!reader Summary: a general arrives at the rebel base, along with new recruits. Finn is taking a liking to the general, until he finds out exactly who it is. Warnings: none Word count: 1.2K A/N: I’ve recently watched all of the star wars movies (finally) and I am totally in love with them. I’m also in love with poe, so here’s a little something! please keep in mind that I don’t have a lot of star wars knowledge, so I’m sorry if there are any (obvious) mistakes in it. enjoy reading! :)

Poe wipes his dirty hands on a towel and steps back to take a look at his work. His X-wing was in need of a wash, but now it’s back to the clean, shiny state it was in a couple of weeks ago. Ready for the next mission. He looks down at his little white and orange droid.

‘What do you think, buddy?’ he says and BB-8 beeps happily, earning a chuckle from Poe. ‘Yeah, it looks good.’ he says. ‘Should we go get Chewie, show him what a clean ship looks like? He might get some inspiration out of it for the Falcon.’ BB-8 beeps nervously and Poe chuckles again. ‘Yeah, maybe you’re right. I wouldn’t want to piss off a Wookiee.’ says Poe.

Just as he bends down to clean up the pile of materials he used to clean the X-wing, Poe hears footsteps come closer and looks up to see Finn walking toward him, a smile on his face.

‘Hey, what’s up?’ says Poe. ‘Came to see my shining, and very clean X-wing?’

‘The new recruits are here.’ says Finn, clearly not interested in the X-wing. Poe frowns as he looks at him. ‘Already? Thought they weren’t supposed to be here ‘til tomorrow?’ says Poe.

Finn shrugs. ‘Guess the general found a shortcut.’ he says. ‘Want to come and meet them?’ ‘Of course, and scare them a little of course.’ says Poe. Finn shoots him a “are you sure about that?” look and Poe raises his hands defensively. ‘Kidding. I know Leia doesn’t like it when I do that. I’m always just messing with her when I do that. And with the recruits, of course.’ says Poe. ‘Lead the way.’

As Finn takes Poe to the Medbay, where the new recruits are getting a standard check-up, he fills him in.

‘There’s so many more than we thought there would be. The ship landed and those doors opened and people started coming out of it and they’re fighters, Poe, really useful. We might actually win this war now.’

Finn is super excited and Poe just listens to him go on, also curious to see the new recruits, and if they really are as good as Finn says they are.

‘The one that recruited them all, the general, she’s really got a talent of picking the good ones. And her ship, oh, you have to see her ship. She’s nicknamed it the Destroyer because of how many tie fighters she’s taken out. How cool is that? Owning a ship that is literally called the Destroyer. And she’s-’ ‘did you say destroyer?’ says Poe, interrupting him.

‘Yea, and it’s one hell of a ship.’ says Finn. ‘Never mind the ship, who’s the one who recruited the new ones? The general, do you know her name?’ says Poe, as they turn a corner and enter the Medical wing.

‘Only a nickname, not her real name, she was in and out. Introducing herself quickly and then moving on to talk to Leia about the information and recruits she gathered. She introduced herself as Y/N/N, says her full name is-.’ ‘too formal.’ says poe, finishing his sentence for him. ‘How’d you know that?’ says Finn. A smile breaks onto Poe’s face. ‘Where is she?’ he asks, ignoring Finn’s question.

‘Last I saw her she was talking to Leia in the corner of the Medbay.’ says Finn. Without another word, Poe takes off, running toward the Medbay, closely followed by Finn.

‘Hey!’ says Finn. ‘Slow down! What’s going on?’

Poe ignores him as he speeds through the doors of the Medbay. He quickly scans the room, his eyes going over the faces of everyone who’s there. His eyes land on Leia, but he’s more interested in the woman that’s standing in front of Leia, her back to him.

He starts walking up to the two women, shouting your name as soon as he’s within hearing range.

‘Y/N!’ he says, and upon hearing your name, your head shoots up, looking for the source of the voice. You see Poe and your face lights up.

‘Go.’ says Leia softly and she gives you a little push. You smile and nod at her before turning around and making your way towards Poe. He’s running towards you and brace yourself just in time before he crashes into you, holding you tightly.

While you stand there, holding him, giggling happily and pressing kiss after kiss to the top of his head, Finn has caught up and walked over to Leia.

‘Who’s that?’ he asks. ‘That’s the general that got us all the new recruits right?’ ‘That’s her.’ says Leia as she looks at you and Poe. ‘I didn’t know they knew each other.’ says Finn, also looking at the two of you. ‘Of course they do!’ says Leia. ‘That’s general Y/N Dameron.’

Finn’s eyes widen and he looks at the two of you. ‘Dameron?’ ‘Surely Poe has told you all about his wife?’ says Leia, as she turns to face Finn. ‘He can barely shut up about her.’ ‘Well, yes, he told me about her.’ says Finn. ‘But I just thought he was messing with me. From the stories he told me, she sounds amazing. Didn’t think Poe could pull someone like that.’

Leia laughs and pats Finn’s shoulder. ‘Trust me, everything he’s told you about her is true. She’s a good fighter, smart, and a heart of gold.’ says Leia.

Meanwhile you and Poe have finally let go of each other and he smiles at you. ‘I missed you so much, sweetheart.’ he says and you smile and lean in to kiss him.

‘Missed you too.’ you say. ‘But don’t worry, I don’t have to leave soon. I can stick around for a while. Spend some time with you.’

Poe’s smile widens at your words. ‘Finally.’ he says. ‘You’ve been away for way too long. Come on, let me introduce you to Finn.’

He takes your hand in his and walks over to Leia and Finn. He smiles at Leia and turns to Finn.

‘Finn.’ he says. ‘This is Y/N Dameron, my wife.’ You hold out your hand for Finn to shake. ‘I've heard so many good things about you.’ you say. ‘It’s so good to finally meet you.’ ‘It’s nice to meet you too.’ says Finn as he shakes your hand. ‘Poe’s told us a lot about you.’

You eye your husband, knowing the kinds of stories he can tell. ‘Only the good things, I hope.’ you say. ‘Too good, actually.’ says Leia. ‘Finn thought Poe was messing with him, and that you didn’t exist.’

‘Yea, but, I mean the stories he told are amazing.’ says Finn quickly, defending himself. ‘And he messes with all of us, I figured I’d play along in case he was messing with me again.’

You chuckle. ‘Well, I promise you I’m not half as amazing as all of the stories he tells. Most of the times he adds a lot of drama to them.’ you say. ‘Not to all of them.’ says Poe. ‘Want to grab a drink so you can tell us all about those new recruits?’ ‘Sure!’ you say. ‘Are you in?’ you say, turning to Finn. ‘I’d love to.’ says Finn.

You, Poe and Finn say your goodbyes to Leia and make your way to the dining hall. Finn is already asking you questions about the stories Poe had told him, but you don’t mind. Judging from the stories he told you about Finn, you were excited to meet him, and you look forward to getting to know him as much as he’s looking forward to get to know you.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Jo

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all-my-love-for-harry · 4 years ago

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Show off.

summary: artemis likes to show his daddy off and harry takes every opportunity to make his son proud.

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based on these requests:

"for the single parent series, could there be one where harry and the reader go to artemis’ school for like parent teacher interviews or like harry goes for a school father’s day kinda thing? thanks!"

and

"wait so what about artemis like showing his daddy off🥺 cause that bb just knows how awesome his dad is and he wants everyone to know it"

and

"For my shy little boy can you write something were parents go to schools to talk about their jobs and Artemis chooses Harry and introduces him as his that and harry gets all mushy and happy to talk about his job and tells funny/cute stories about Artemis and Y/n while they were on the road with him. Please."

and

"hi I love my shy little boy series! could you write something about Artemis calling or telling his friends at school that Harry’s his dad or like Harry attends Artemis school event??"

a/n: hi! sorry for taking so long, i haven't been inspired lately but here we are again! hope you enjoy!

you can find more of my shy little boy here

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･:

November, 2019.

Starting on a new school has never been easy, especially if school year has already started and you’re the last one to join. Making the decision of putting Artemis in another school wasn’t an easy one, but surely the most practical one. After moving in with Harry, Artemis’ school ended up too far from home, so his parents made the decision to choose another one that was closer to their house.

It was hard at first, the poor boy would cry trying to convince his mummy to let him stay, sometimes faking having the flu or a headache. Y/N would sigh and try to explain to him how he had to put on a little effort, she understood it was hard for him to leave his teacher, his friends, a routine he was already used to. However, closing off and refusing to talk to his classmates didn’t make things better.

Slowly but surely, Artemis started to accept the changes. He started talking to a few kids, opening up to the idea of making new friends. He’d talk about what he liked, disliked and, of course, he’d talk about his mummy and daddy.

“My daddy says we treat people with kindness!”

“My mummy packs me breakfast every day.”

Those were some of the things he’d usually say to his classmates. However he held back a little when it came to talk about Harry, having his mummy explain to him before how not everybody had the best intentions when it came to them, so sometimes it was better to not say too much. But Artemis couldn’t help it, he loved his daddy too much.

One day, he was at school sitting beside one of his friends, a little girl named Allison. The teacher had giving them permission to use the last minutes of the class to do whatever they wanted, and Artemis was coloring a book next to his friend.

"What's your daddy's name?" The girl asked.

"Harry," He smiled. "Harry Styles."

Much to his surprise, the blonde girl let out a high-pitched laugh while shocking her head. “No, he isn’t.” She stated. “Harry Styles’ a rock star. That’s what my mummy says.”

Artemis furrowed. At this point, he was well aware what his daddy’s job was, but to him Harry’s always been a normal person. The man who dated his mummy and now was his dad too. “He is!” Allison just shook her head again, making her pigtails move as well. It frustrated the boy how she seemed to not believe him, when he was obviously telling the truth.

So he crossed his arms across his chest, pouting. The teacher has noticed the little disagreement the kids had, and she secretly took the girl’s side. It had been a little over a month since Artemis had arrived to the school and she was yet to meet the boy’s dad, as Y/N was always the one who picked him up. Soon enough, the parents of the children started to show up, and the classroom became emptier.

There were a few kids left besides Artemis that were still waiting to be collected when Harry showed up. He was excited to meet his son’s teacher since he wasn’t able to before, he’s been pretty busy since the album release was approaching therefore his time was being consumed by meetings and last minute trips to the studio. He walked down the hallway with a big smile on his face, looking down at all the small humans with their parents. He must admit, if there was one thing he didn’t like about Artemis’ new school, it would be the uniforms. The tiny, navy blue polo his son had to wear under the long sleeve shirt with the logo of the school embroidered on his shirt was a little too formal on his opinion, but it was part of the rules.

Harry’s smile grew at the sight of his son waiting for him. “Daddy!” Artemis was the one who spotted him first, getting up from his chair and running towards him. “You came!”

“Of course I came.” Harry said, his hands ran through the mop of curls Artemis had. “Go for your bag, I’ll say hello to your teacher.”

Artemis did what his daddy told him, and when he passed next to Allison, he made an ‘I told you so’ expression. “Told you I wasn’t a bloody liar!” The little girl opened her mouth in offense, but to be fair she didn’t believe him when he told her.

“Hi, I’m Artemis’ dad.” Harry offered the teacher a smile as they shook hands. It was still surreal to him introducing himself as a father, and it never failed to put a smile on his face. “I’m sorry I didn’t come earlier, things have been a little hectic at work and I’ve been out of town.”

“Uh, It-it’s okay. It’s nice to meet you Mr. Styles.” The woman in front of him was nervous and he was sure she wasn’t aware who Artemis’ father was. “I don’t know if you’ve received the email yet, but we’re having a small gathering with the parents on Wednesday so they could come talk about their jobs to the kids and stuff.”

He nodded. “Thank you for telling me. I’ll talk to my girlfriend about it but you’ll see either of us here.” He gave her one last smile before he took Artemis’ hand in his. “Let’s go, baby. Say bye to your teacher.”

“Bye!” The little boy waved to her before turning his attention back to his daddy. They walked outside of the school at to his car, Harry listening closely to what Artemis was telling him. “Allison didn’t believe you were my daddy!”

“She didn’t?” He asked as he lifted Artemis to put him on his car seat. “Why wouldn’t she?”

“She said her mummy told her you were a rock star or something.” He shrugged. “But you can be both right? A rock star and my daddy?”

“Of course I can be both!” He exclaimed, kissing the top of his head.

Harry carried Artemis’ backpack inside while the small boy ran towards the living room, in look for his mummy. “She’s in her office, mate.”

“Is she working?” Harry hummed in confirmation.

While Y/N was working in her office, Harry helped Artemis clean up before they started lunch together. When the food was ready, she finally came out of the room and went to find her boys. “Hello, darlings.” She said.

“Mummy!” Artemis ran towards his mum and gave her a hug.

The family of three ate happily, conversation never dying down because of the small bubble of joy that couldn’t stop talking with his parents. He’d talk until he became too tired he had to be put down to his afternoon nap. Harry was putting everything in the dishwasher when Y/N came back down, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind.

“I met Artemis’ teacher today.” She hummed in response. “She uh, did she tell you about the parent thingy?”

“What?”

“You know, where parents go talk to the kids about their jobs.”

“Oh, I didn’t think they’d do that.”

“Have you gone to one?”

“Yeah, last year at Artemis’ old school. It was fun.”

“It’s on Wednesday.”

“I think it will be good if you go.” Harry turned around to see her, thinking she wasn’t serious. “What? You don’t think so?”

“No, no. It’s not that. I just thought you’d want to go.”

“I’m sure Artemis would want you there, your job is more interesting.” She joked, making hum frown.

“That’s not true.”

“You’re right. But i still think you should go."

Taking a deep breath, Harry entered the classroom. He has has a little wardrobe crisis trying to decide what should he wear to the event. He didn't want to be too formal, quickly deciding that a suit wouldn't be the his first choice. But he didn't want to be too casual either, his job might not require a tux and a tie but showing up in sweatpants and a hoodie wasn't a choice either. So he settled for a pair brown slacks that he paired with a white button up shirt and some gucci loafers.

He wanted to make his son proud so he has also prepared for any questions the kids might have. He didn't consider his job to be more important than the others, but the children would probably be interested when a man with an unconventional job walks in.

There were already a few parents standing in one side of the classroom when he arrived, and a man was in the middle of explaining what he did for a living while standing in the middle of the room. Harry immediately spotted Artemis sitting on a chair, however he was looking around the room trying to find his daddy.

When his hazel eyes met Harry's green ones, the little boy smiled widely, glad he was finally there. Harry made him a sign, silently telling him to pay attention to the other parents until it was Harry's turn.

It had been fifteen minutes since he arrived and he was finally next in line. Currently, a middle aged woman was explaining how she was an accountant and trying to make numbers sound interesting to a bunch of five year olds. Nonetheless, Harry clapped when the woman finished talking and that encouraged the kids to clap too.

The teacher made him a sign and Harry stepped in the middle of the room. "Hello, my name's Harry."

"That's my dad!" He heard Artemis exclaim from his seat.

"That's right." He chuckled. "I'm uh, i'm a musician, which means i make music for a living." He started saying. "We all like music, right?" The children cheered. "I love music, and the reason why i do what i do is to try and make people feel something through my music." Harry was actually trying to make it interesting, so he decided to add a twist. "My job also makes me travel the world constantly."

"Have you been to Japan?" One boy asked.

"I have, yes. I like to learn from the countries I visit, and Japan is one of our favorites. Right, pal?" He looked at Artemis for confirmation. "Last time I was there, I took my family to this beautiful place to eat. Unfortunately, they didn't have forks and we had to eat everything with chopsticks. My... girlfriend didn't know how to use them, and in one wrong move she sent flying a piece of sushi to the table next to us, can you believe it?!" The kids laughed.

"What else do you do?"

"I tour the world, and bring my music anywhere I can. Have you ever been to a concert?" Some kids nodded and some others shook their heads. "Well, concerts are a lot of fun, you'll see when you get older. One time i forgot my passport at home, and couldn't get on my flight. I had a concert to give!"

"And what did you do?"

"Artemis here delivered it, right son?" The curly haired boy nodded shyly at his dad.

"Where do you get your inspiration from?" One little girl asked, raising her hand before speaking.

He smiled, not expecting that question from a child. "From life, honestly. As you get older you try and find a way of expressing yourself and art is very important. You see, there's a lot of ways we can comunicate without having an actual conversation. It can be through a painting, or a poem, perhaps even dancing. I chose to do it on a song. What i write about? Things that makes me happy. And what makes me happy? Well, that's easy. My family."

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honeygingergemini · 4 years ago

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Hey bb I'm here for two things! If you do taglists can I be added to all your cevans characters? And to request a daddy Steve and princess reader. Maybe her innocence and sweetness turning soft daddy on? Or anything you'd like. Thank you❤❤

Hello :))) First I’m so sorry that I took so long to get this put a lot of stuff happened in a short amount of time but its finally finished and I hope you love it!<3

I’ve read this a thousand time but I know there’s still typos please ignore them <3

warnings: innocent reader, fingering, attempts at dirty talk and praise kink

word count: 1.9k

My Little Princess

As much as you try, your mind keeps replaying the conversations from work. You and the other ladies of the office always eat lunch together and gossip about office drama. Today was no different. The trending topic of the office today was Michelle and her engagement. The dialogue quickly changed from how big Michelle's ring is to what she had to do to get that ring. Or better yet, what she had to suck.

“I bet she blows him off every night.” Kim spills between bites.

“Blows?” All five heads turn in unison eyeing you with suspicion.

“Uh yeah babe, blow job.” Tina mutters in a condescending tone you don’t catch.

“What’s a blow job?”

You squirm from embarrassment. Hours later and you can still feel the twinge of humiliation bubbling in your chest. Of course it would be you, of course it had to be you. The only woman in the world who’s never given a blown job. It’s not like you didn’t know what a blow job was, because you did! You just hadn’t known it had different names. You shuffle again, blowing out air from your nose.

“You okay, princess?”

“Hmm, yeah yeah, i’m fine.” You tuck yourself closer into Steve’s arm trying to focus on the movie infront of you, but you can’t.

“You’ve never given Steve a blow job?” Amanda asks, genuinely curious.

“W-Well uh- no.” You fumble with your shirt, not wanting to meet anyone’s gaze.

“Wow, true love actually exists, he looks at you like you’ve hung the moon and stars and you’ve never blown him off.” Kim touches your shoulders. “My dear you’ve won the jackpot, whatever you do, do not let him go!”

Your mind begins to wonder. Thoughts of uncertainty creeping in to fuck with the foundation of your relationship. Have I been doing enough? You and Steve have been together for a year and you thought everything was going well, but now you’re not so sure. You thought your sexual life was moving perfectly, up until today. You two haven’t slept together but you’ve done other things to satisfy the primal needs. Heavy petting, hunching, intense kisses that leave you dizzy. Never once in any of those moments did you feel they may have not been enough for Steve but now that's all you can think of. What if he’s bored of me?

“Hm.” You turn again causing Steve to pause the flick you two are watching.

“What’s wrong, doll? You can’t keep still today.” You untangle yourself from Steve and turn around to face him. Your knees press into the couch, putting you in a comfortable kneeling position.

“Steve.” You begin fumbling with your fingers. “Are you… bored?” Your voice is small but your heart is loud.

“Of?...”

“Are…. are you bored of… like of... of me?” You peer up at Steve through shy lashes.

“No.” His face twists with disgust and confusion. “Why would I be bored of you, we’re just watching a movie”

“No,” You cut off the clueless man spread out before you. “Do I… satisfy you?” Steve’s face remains blank through three blinks then his boisterous laugh appears, sending tiny swords through your center and brings you to a death by embarrassment.

“Steve, I’m serious.” But that only fuels his laughter more. “Steven!” Your whine pulls Steve from his laugh and he sees you’re physically uncomfortable.

“Baby? Doll, come on…” Steve’s large hands grip your head to face him but you shuffle out of his hold. “Hey, where is this coming from?” You chew your bottom lip contemplating whether or not you should reveal the conversations plaguing your mind.

“If you didn’t satisfy me, I wouldn’t be with you.” Steve grips your waist and pulls you onto his lap straddling his thighs. “Hey.” His head dips down to meet your low eyes. “You please me, you always do.”

“So it doesn’t matter that i’ve never given you a blowjob?” Your mouth moves faster than your mind, further embarrassing you. Your question is met with a deafening silence.

His face is full of concern and now you're upset with yourself for even bringing this shame home with you. “Princess, where is this from? Seriously.”

“Well, the ladies and I were at work and Michelle got engaged so then we started talking about blowjobs and i didnt know what one was, well I do know what a blowjob is i just didn't know it’s formal name and-”

“Hey!” Steve cuts off your soft rambles causing you to breath. “Look at me?” Hie large fingers cup your chin and bring your eyes to focus on his warm blues. “You’re enough for me.” He seals his words with a kiss. The kiss was sweet. Affirming to my insecure soul. The next kiss was less noble but just as passionate. The familiar burn sets in your chest as the kiss grows more heated. Steve’s skillful tongue wraps around yours in a way that is profane. A soft whimper escapes you as your boyfriend pulls away from you.

“Stand up for me baby.” Steve commands through hasty breaths. You quickly stand before him, chest rising with anticipation. Steve’s sizable hands familiarize themselves with your body like they've done time before. He takes his time squeezing your breast. Even through the thick material of your top you can feel Steve's hands radiating heat into your skin. His hands then find your midriff rubbing his calloused hands into you making you squirm.

“Steve,” You cooed impatiently.

“Yes pretty girl?” His hands are placed on your hips now, working your jeans down your legs. His lips find the trimmings of your lace panties, placing soft microscopic kisses along the ‘v’ of the material. You intake sharply when Steve's lips meet your clothed mound.

“Turn around for me sweetness.” you spin slowly moving on a form of autopilot. “Sit back.” He holds your waist guiding you to sit back down on his lap. He brings his knees between your legs before widening his stance, leaving you unable to close your legs on your own.

“Baby?” His hands trail up your midsection, to tweak your beaded nipples through the thick material of your top. “You know how much i love you, right?” With each word warm air caresses the skin behind your ears. You feel amazing, he hasn't done much and you feel over the moon. A light pinch brings you to reality. “Hmm baby?”

“I’m sorry,” You apologize for your hesitation “Yes I know how you love me.”

“How much.” His colossal hands continue their assault on your chest. He gently pulls a nipple between his index and middle finger. A soft moan leaves you barely audible.

“A whole-” Your answer is cut off when you feel heat separate from your own grazing your pussy. Unbenounced to you, Steve's hand had made his way to your slit and began to slowly circle the area. Another soft call leaves your silk lips.

“Answer baby”

“You love me a whole lot, to the moon and all the stars and back”

“That’s right baby,” He pushes his finger into your clit with a little more pressure than before. “To the moon,” He pulls your panties up wrapping the moistened core around his thick fingers “To every single star.” His fists tighten as he prepares for destruction “And back.” he pops the fabric of your under garments and you gasp. His lips meet your neck again and place more kisses to your pulse points.

“You know how much I love you,”His fingers introduce themselves to your slick folds. The sounds of light sloshing make you aware of just how turned on you are. Your head falls back unable to maintain even breathing. “You know, so how could you let one conversation mess with your mind?” The conversation that once brought you immense embarrassment was now a complete after thought. Steve's fingers were torturing you sweetly. Your clit vibrates against his tough skin as his warm slick lips meet your juggler leaving open ended kisses.

“You’re so pretty baby.” kiss. “My little princess.” kiss. “You gonna let me make you feel good?” Instead of a kiss Steve licks down towards your collarbone.

“Yes.” You hiss unsure of how to react. You’ve had intimate moments with Steve before but nothing like this. “Yes Stevie, please make me feel good.” Steve pushes his nose into the back of your neck inhaling deeply,

“You're so sweet honey, so polite.” His left hand is firmly pressed against your core while his right hand runs underneath your top lifting it to reveal one breast. He presses down on your clit causing you to whimper.

“Stevie.” you whine. Your body begins to wither on top of him. “Please baby, I need more” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you grind into Steve’s stiffness. Steve dips his middle finger into you. “Mmhhmm” you cry out from the pleasure. Your skin is hot and your ears hear a slight ringing.

“You see how you make me feel, doll?” and you do. Your hips gyrate over his in a circular motion. You feel his hard stomach against your back then his well built member pressing firmly into his denim causing you to moan. Your music only fuels Steve more.

“One day,” His ring finger joins the middle one and he speeds up his violation. “Instead of my fingers it’ll be my dick in you.” Steve’s control is admirable. With every dip of his digits a wet click follows as a response. The once light sloshing is now replaced by intense leaking. You can't remember a time you've ever been this wet. Your arousal is overflowing. “I’m gonna fill you up baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

“I love this sweet pussy.” He whispers more so to himself rather than to you. All you can do is moan.

“You’re gripping me so tight baby girl… you like me playing with your pussy?” Your head is spinning, Steve’s voice is the only thing cutting through the white noise of your mind. Steve has never spoken to you this way. His words ignite a fire in your core as the familiar build of an orgasm approaches. He takes notice of your approaching release.

“I want to see you squirt pretty girl,” Your hips jolt forward as Steve curls his fingers within you. “Come on, be a good girl and squirt for Captain.” He’s now slamming his fingers into creating a vulgar splashing everytime his palm meets your mound.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god.” Your voice raises higher with each connection. Your right nipple is exposed to Steve taunting him. His lips wrap around the nub causing you to arch closer to him. He swirled the muscle in his mouth around your nipple in a way that was heinous.

“Please Stevie, please.” You sink your nails into his high attempting you bring your bodies closer, if that was even possible.

“Come on, I want my sweet girl to feel good.” The combination of Steve’s lengthy fingers continue their manipulation to your internal walls, his right hand presses firm semi circles into your pleasure button and you see white. Your orgasm ripples through you like an intense wave. Your literal wave splashes across Steve’s thigh and he chuckles. You’re faintly aware of him licking your arousal off his fingers.

“Stevie…” You sobbed from the stimulation. “Stevie.” His name is the only thing coherent in your mind.

“I know, I know pretty girl.” Steve coos. His hands slow pace calming you down through the aftershocks of release. “You look so beautiful when cum.” He smiles widely as he smacks your thigh.

“I can’t wait to see you do that on my dick.”

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violetarks · 4 years ago

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Ok what about Todoroki, Bakugo and kirishima with a S/O that has a very intimidating Dad and brother!

Hope this was better

Take care bb:)

s/o with an intimidating brother and father

anime: my hero academia

characters: bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, kirishima eijiro

summary: your brother and father scare your boyfriend a bit.

a/n: afab! reader, she/her pronouns used, third person pov

↣ bakugou katsuki:

"Katsuki, please just wear the tie." Y/N groaned, tilting her head at him, "It'll look good on you, I swear."

Bakugou rolled his eyes, standing in front of the mirror with his arms crossed over his chest. "Y'know it doesn't even match, right?" He huffs back, "Isn't getting me in this stuffy suit enough? Why do I have to wear that stupid-ass tie anyway?"

Y/N stared at him through the mirror. She had half-lidded eyes and copied his pose. With her arms over her chest and her chin tilted upwards like Bakugou, she replied, "Because, we have to dress formal for the dinner. It's a suit and tie event."

Bakugou closed his eyes, shaking his head. "Ugh, fine. But get the red tie." He told her.

Y/N pat his back with a smile before going to the counter to grab the other tie. The rest of their friends watched them from afar.

Kirishima had helped Y/N pick out a suit for Bakugou and Kaminari picked out a matching outfit for Y/N. Bakugou made sure to stick around during that in case 'Dunce Face had some disgusting plan'.

The two were off to Y/N's father's birthday, which would be held at some fancy restaurant they couldn't pronounce the name of. Y/N was a bit worried, to say the least.

Her brother had been nagging her to invite her 'closest friend' to the party. He knew that she would text this certain person often, even before Y/N was moved into the dorms. She passed it off as texting someone about homework, and then laugh at what the person had said.

Y/N believed that now would be a good time to introduce Bakugou as her boyfriend. Her dad had caught wind of what was going on from her brother when he so casually mentioned it at the dinner they had together last week.

Right now, Y/N walked arm in arm with Bakugou into the restaurant. She told the person at the front that the reservation was under 'L/N', and they were shown to their table.

"Y/N!" Her mother called over the chatter of the rest of the restaurant, standing up and walking over to her, "How are you, dear?"

Bakugou unwillingly let go of Y/N watching as her mother hugged her closely. He's never seen her with her family before. He felt a little out of place.

"Oh? And who'd this?" Her mother asks, pulling away from Y/N.

The H/C-haired girl tugs Bakugou towards her, wrapping her arm around his. "Um... This is my boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki." She says, wearing a smile on her face, "Katsuki, these are my parents. L/N Meika and L/N Benjiro."

She gestures to her mother and father. Her mother waved as her father raised her brow at him. Bakugou shifted in his spot.

"And my brother, Hiroto." She finishes, the boy in the dark blue suit standing up.

Hiroto held a hand out to Bakugou. "Nice to finally meet the guy stealing my sister away." He said, false smile on his lips, "Would you mind telling me how you two met?"

He didn't know whether it was the strong grip on his hand or the way Hiroto's words made his heart stop, but Bakugou suddenly felt uneasy. He was stuck in his boots.

Y/N had explained that Hiroto was only five years older than her. But he seemed very protective.

"We're... in the same class." Bakugou ended up explaining, moving his hand away from Hiroto's.

Y/N felt the tension between them, tugging Bakugou towards their seat. She sat in between him and Hiroto, Meika and Benjiro in front of them. Bakugou gulped, furrowing his brow. He's never felt like this before and he hated it.

Being intimidated was not normal for him. He was usually the intimidating one.

During the dinner, they talked about family reunions and UA events. Anything to get their minds off of the seriously worried aura Bakugou was letting off. Everyone felt it.

"So, Bakugou, what's your quirk?" Benjiro questions, leaning back in his chair.

"I can let off explosions from my hands using my nitroglycerin-like sweat." He explained, eyes darting away from Y/N's dad. His stare was cold.

Usually, he'd out the person and say he wanted to fight them. But this was Y/N's family. He needed to make a good impression. And he doubted that they'd want their precious Y/N near anyone who could potentially harm them.

"Wait, aren't you that kid who won the Sports Festival?" Hiroto questions, tilting his head to the side.

Bakugou nods his head, holding a neutral face. But Y/N widens her eyes and clenches the skirt she was wearing. Oh no.

"You're the one who wanted to continue the fight even when you knocked out your opponent." Benjiro stated, looking displeased with the fact, "That wasn't a very good scene."

Bakugou knit his brows. "He held back. I wanted him to fight me with his all." He pointed out, leaning forward in his chair.

"You were practically threatening him. He was passed out, Bakugou." Y/N's brother added on, glaring at him from the side, "Is that how you treat my sister? Do you threaten her?"

"Hiro!" Y/N grumbled, giving him a look.

"Y/N's strong. She can handle herself." Bakugou told them, harsh tone as if his words would burn into their minds, "I don't treat her like that. If I did, she'd try to kick my fucking ass."

Y/N turned to him, nudging his knee under the table. She warned him to hold back on his profanities for the first few times meeting them. Mainly because her mother wished for her to find a well-mannered man who only spoke nice words.

Meika was surprised, but did not say anything. She was only listening to Bakugou's intentions behind his words.

"I'd kick your ass too." Hiroto claimed, pulling his glass to his lips.

"I'm up for a challenge." Bakugou said, glancing at Hiroto from beside Y/N with a smirk on his face, "If you are a challenge."

Hiro leaned forward, glaring right back at Bakugou. He had a grin of his own. "Who the Hell do you think taught Y/N all that she knows? There's a reason she's interning at my agency." Hiroto remind Bakugou.

Y/N let out a low sigh. This was not how she hoped everything would go.

But Benjiro only chuckled, "Fine. Once we head back to our place, you and Hiro can spar."

"Dad—" Y/N mumbled out, Meika giggling at their antics.

"What, Y/N?" Benjiro questions, arms crossed over his chest, "Don't believe your boyfriend can beat Hiro?"

Y/N, suddenly feeling competitive from her father's tone, only grins. "He'd beat Hiro any day." She claimed.

Bakugou glanced at her. She smiled back and began talking about fighting plans against Hiroto, to which her brother said wasn't allowed. She and Hiroto began to argue playfully, saying he had info on how Bakugou fought from the Sports Festival.

Meika started a conversation with Bakugou about his family. He answered them with ease. Talking with Meika was easier than with the other two because of how approachable she was. She was nice.

It was on the way to the L/N house that Y/N got to speak with Bakugou again. They were walking since it wasn't that far. She had her hand in his and leaned her head against his shoulder.

"What did you think of dinner, Katsuki?" She questioned, brushing her fingers against the suit jacket.

"It was fine." He replied, staring at the floor, "Your brother's a fucking nutcase with all those questions, through."

Y/N giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "I think they like you. My brother hasn't had a good fight in a while."

"I'll make sure to give him one."

↣ todoroki shouto:

"Y/N, do you want to get something to eat?" Todoroki questions, holding her hand gently as they walked the streets, "There's a restaurant I quite like that my sister takes us to."

Y/N smiled at him, swinging their joined hands a bit. "Sure, I'd love to check it out." She told him, holding her bag to her side, "After lunch, we're heading to the ice skating rink?"

Todoroki nodded his head, crossing the road.

The two of them were finally on the date they'd been planning for the past two weeks. Y/N was fine with waiting, understanding how his father would intrude on his life. Endeavor had some better intentions, but Todoroki wanted nothing to do with it all.

It made him wonder how Y/N was with her family. She mentioned how they were hardworking and barely had any spare time. Even her brother, who was only three years older than her, was focused on his work. They did their own thing and Y/N did hers. But she was still close to them.

In fact, her brother came to drop off some of the clothes she left in her room when she moved into the dorms.

Kaminari told Todoroki about the 'hot, older guy' hugging the half-and-half's girlfriend. Todoroki peaked out the window to see Y/N waving at the said guy as he left.

He decided not to press on.

So Todoroki knew nothing of her family. But she knew a whole lot of his.

The bell rung as they walked into the restaurant. Y/N was too focused on Todoroki and his soft smile to realise he was guiding her to a spare couple's table. As she sat down, she watched Todoroki continue talking about the skating rink.

He was just... so pretty?

It wasn't until a familiar voice called out to them that she snapped out of her daze.

"Good afternoon, what can I get..." The voice halted, "Y/N? What're you doing here?"

Y/N blinked, looking up to to her brother holding a notepad and pen in his hands. She then looked around, realising that — oh my God, yes, this was her parents' restaurant.

She clenched her shirt under the table nervously. "O—Osamu!" She said, lifting her shoulders, "I—um..."

"Y/N?" Todoroko spoke quietly, reaching out a hand to now rest it on her on set on the table. It seemed more irritated than reassuring. "Are you okay? Do you know this person?"

Todoroki recognised the guy as the one who supposedly hugged her at school a couple months ago. He was wary.

Osamu raised a brow, hand on his hip as he saw their hands. "Is there something you want to tell us, Y/N?" He says.

"Oh? Is Y/N here?" Y/N heard her father call out.

Oh shit.

She stood up, letting out a sigh as she gestured to Todoroki in front of her. As her father and brother gathered near her, Y/N explained, "Dad, 'Samu, this is my boyfriend, Todoroki. Shouto, this is my dad, Riku and my brother Osamu."

"Wait, boyfriend?" Osamu repeated, holding out a hand as if to say 'stop please', "What the Hell do you mean, boyfriend?"

Y/N groaned, pointing at the two of them, "I mentioned me having a boyfriend last week at Atsumu's celebration for his game, remember?"

"'Atsumu'?" Todoroki mumbled. Y/N explained that it was her other brother.

Dad nods his head, glaring at Todoroki. Osamu, instead, waves his hand around and says in a high pitched voice, "What? I thought you were joking! Messing around!"

"I showed you and 'Tsumu a photo of him!" She gestured to Todoroki as he stood up and shook Riku's hand, "We were holding hands!"

Osamu looked away. "Oh, that could've been anyone else." He claimed.

Y/N squinted, pulling Todoroki's collar down as putting her hand on his head. "He's got red and white hair." She stated, to which Osamu rolled his eyes at.

Riku shook his head. "You're Endeavor's son, aren't you?" He questioned and he slipped his hand away.

Todoroki clenched his fists. "My name is Todoroko Shouto." He told him, feeling Y/N place her hand over his, "But yes, he is my father."

Osamu crossed his arms over his chest. "Have you hurt her?" He asked Todoroki, towering over him. Just a little.

Todoroko shook his head and said, "I would never."

"And if you ever do, I'll make you wish you'd never met her." Osamu sneered, glaring down at the younger boy.

Y/N smacked his arm. "'Samu! Stop! You'll scare him off!" She said, only half-serious. She didn't think Todoroki would be scared of, but she did want Osamu to stop.

Todoroki might look calm right now, but his heart was beating so fast. He was hoping they didn't see right through him and notice it. By the way Osamu was glaring at him, Todoroki wouldn't be surprised if he did already know.

"You treat her like a princess, you hear me?" Riku warned, giving Todoroki a cold gaze.

"I try to. And I'll keep trying." He says confidently, lifting his chin up, "I'm here for Y/N."

"No, you're here by chance." Osamu retorts bitterly.

"Then, I'm staying for Y/N." Todoroki tells him, holding onto Y/N's hand tightly, "It's nice to meet the both of you, but I would like to let you know that I give Y/N my all. Nothing less. She deserves it."

Osamu brings up the corner of his lip in a wary motion. He then sighed, shaking his head, "Fine by me. Just be glad I wasn't Atsumu. He would've gone crazy."

Riku raised a brow before patting Todoroki's shoulder. "If you're doing right by my daughter, then you're in the clear. Be sure you stay there." He warns the kid before going off.

"Okay, idiot, what do you want?" Osamu questioned, pen to notepad now.

Y/N sat down, feeling a weight off of her chest. "Two bowls of soba. One hot, one cold." She says, smiling at her brother, "And some of your onigiri to bring back to the dorms."

Osamu nodded his head, writing it down with a neutral expression. "Right. Make sure you don't tell 'Tsumu, he'll crack the shits." He tells her, walking off.

Todoroki let out a deep sigh after that, other hand holding his chest, "That was... seriously draining."

Y/N placed her hand on top of his, brushing her thumb over his outer palm. "You did well, Shouto. I think they'll like you. Especially 'Samu." She informed Todoroki sweetly, "He likes to cook. So you'll be good with him."

"I hope so. What about Atsumu?"

"Just worry about getting on Osamu's good side."

↣ kirishima eijiro:

Y/N groaned, hanging onto her boyfriend's arm, "We have so much homework! I don't think I'll get it all done in time..."

Kirishima chuckled, letting her head rest against his shoulder as he was used to guide her, "Well, we can always ask Bakugou to help us. He can't turn down both of his best friends, y'know?"

Y/N hummed, lifting her head as they walked together, "I guess... But he hits my head with my book when I get the question wrong..."

Her boyfriend clutched her hand in his, pressing a kiss to her head. "Aw, sorry Y/N, I'll try to get him to stop. He does it to me too." He says, other hand rubbing his neck, "I don't know if that's a good way to help us study."

She agreed, wrapping her other arm around his.

The two were so comfortable around each other. The whole class knew them as close-knit and always on the same page. So it was no surprise when they found out Kirishima asked Y/N out only a month or two after knowing her fully.

Kirishima usually hung around her and Bakugou. Y/N used to just be around Mina and Kaminari until getting to know the others. Kirishima immediately wanted to get to know more about her.

She tried to be as open as could be about anything he asked. She mentioned that her brother would be visiting soon from a university trip.

"Y/N." A voice said, rather quiet for a call or shout.

Y/N looked up from the pavement, locking eyes with a certain somebody. Then after a gasp left her lips, she released Kirishima and ran towards the person.

"Giyuu!" She shouted, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing him into a hug, "I haven't seen you in ages!"

Giyuu pat her back with one hand, the other holding his bag of food. Beside him was an older man, smiling at the two of them.

"It's nice to see you two, Y/N. I've brought some things for lunch." Giyuu states, holding the package up, "Are you hungry?"

As she nodded her head frantically, Kirishima watched from the sidelines. He furrowed his brows before sheepishly calling out, "Uh—Y/N? Who's this?"

She turned around, smiling at Kirishima. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him towards Giyuu and the other man. "Eiji! This is my dad and my brother. Suijin and Giyuu." She stated, pointing at them each. "Dad, Giyuu, this is my boyfriend, Kirishima Eijiro."

Giyuu tilts his head to the side. "'Eijiro'? Is this the one you talk about?" He asks.

Y/N hummed in response, "Yep! The same one."

Kirishima would've commented on that if he wasn't getting stared down by Y/N's father, Suijin. He felt cold and shivery under his gaze. He's never felt like this before and he didn't like it.

"So you're the boyfriend?" Suijin said, low voice making the boy's eyes widen, "I hope everything Y/N says is true."

Kirishima frantically shook his head up and down. He was sure that he could speak, but the words were knocked out of him. Kirishima goes to open his mouth and speak.

But as soon as Giyuu turned to him, Kirishima shivered for real, holding onto his bag tightly. "I—It's nice to meet you, both of you!" He said loudly, bowing at them.

Y/N blinked. "Eijiro?"

He stayed bowing. He felt as if he needed to show how respectable he was. He wanted to prove that he was a good person. Maybe if he did, then those icy stares would reduce or even be directed away from himself.

He didn't even know if they were intimidating people deep down. But they definitely seemed like it. And that fact made Kirishima worried.

"Eijiro, you don't need to..." Y/N whispered, hand on his back.

Suijin then laughed out loud. "You're funny, Kirishima!" He pointed out, showing a hearty smile, "You didn't need to bow, if you're Y/N's boyfriend, then we already accept you!"

Kirishima blinked a few times before standing up straight. "Really? You do?" He said, a bit confused.

Why was this big, scary man saying he accepted him to easily?

Giyuu nodded his head, his cold gaze ser on Kirishima unknowingly. He didn't see that his stare made Kirishima shake in his boots. He was simply just looking someone in the eye as he spoke.

"We've heard from Y/N that you're a good person. We believe her." Giyuu claimed before turning around, "Want to join us in our picnic? There's enough for all of us."

Kirishima held his breath before feeling Y/N squeeze his hand. "Eijiro? Are you okay?" She asked quietly, pulling him down to her.

He shot up, shoulders relaxing soon after feeling her kiss his cheek. "I'm... fine. Just didn't think they'd be so nice." He stated.

Y/N walked towards her brother and father. "They might look scary, but they're softies at heart. Like you." She informed Kirishima, squeezing his arm, "You're my softie."

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #kirishima eijiro #kirishima #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima x reader #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia #anime #anime x reader

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dearestpartnerofgreatness · 4 years ago

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can i request mai fashion headcannons

Of course! Thanks so much for the request!

She taught herself how to sew when she started carrying her weapons around full time and needed to insert secret pockets/compartments into her clothes; as a result, whenever something of hers gets ripped or needs a new hem, she just does it herself instead of relying on a servant or seamstress

Her oxtail hairstyle is considered to be somewhat old-fashioned, but she insists on it because it was how her grandmother used to wear her hair and bb Mai always thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world

Childhood portraits of her with her hair bows make her cringe, but even so, she can’t hide her smile when Zuko tells her how cute she looked back then

After the war, she integrates some earth tones into her wardrobe (as we see in the finale) but despite Ty Lee’s attempts, she still refuses to wear anything pink

She formally apologizes to the Kyoshi Warriors for insulting their outfits, admitting that they look cool and it was racist to say otherwise. They accept her apology and introduce her to their off-duty style, which she finds very comfortable for traveling (she decides to forgo the headwear though).

Both her and Zuko favor more casual garb when going to town (Mai in her pants and tunic from S2 and Zuko in his S3 outfit)--the first few times, everyone stops them to comment on how much they loved Zuko’s performance in “The Boy In the Iceberg” and wow, doesn’t he look so much like the Firelord! Mai is more than a little smug about how easily she’s able to fly under the radar.

After she becomes Fire Lady, wearing dark nail polish and “depressing” makeup becomes a popular Fire Nation fashion (much to her mother’s annoyance).

#mai #maiko #atla #mai headcanons #atla headcanons #avatar #avatar headcanons #a:tla #avatar the last airbender #avatar: the last airbender #mai atla #atla mai #fire nation

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rpgmgames · 5 years ago

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November’s Featured Game: Grimm's Hollow

DEVELOPER(S): ghosthunter ENGINE: RPG Maker 2003 GENRE: Indie RPG, Adventure WARNINGS: Discussions of death, losing a loved one, grief SUMMARY: Grimm’s Hollow is a spooky, freeware RPG where you search the afterlife for your brother. Reap ghosts with your scythe, explore haunted caves, and eat ghostly treats on your journey through death.

Download the game here! Our Interview With The Dev Team Below The Cut!

Introduce yourself! *BB: My name's Bruno and I did some of the music along with Nat! I’m super happy to have participated in this game! *NW: I’m Nat Wesley, a.k.a. Natbird! I’m a composer available for hire with a few projects in the works. I’m honored to have had the chance to work on the soundtrack to Grimm’s Hollow! *GH: Hello! I go by ghosthunter online; I started developing RPGs with a friend in school when we found out that we both enjoyed RPG Horror. I enjoy art, webcomics, cartoons and narrative-driven indie games a lot. I bought RM2K3 on sale and started pouring pixel art into it, before learning how to do things like chase scenes, cutscenes, etc. I used to fantasize about making my own game, drawing dungeons and ghosts in the back of my sketchbooks, before I finally started Grimm’s Hollow. Now I’m near the end of high-school, and I’m hoping the best for uni!

What is your project about? What inspired you to create this game initially? *GH: Grimm’s Hollow, originally, wasn’t as ambitious or personal. It was simply just going to be “my first game”, something that I could finally put my doodles and RM2K3 skills to. I wanted a game that a younger me would have enjoyed, back when I first discovered the classic RPGMaker games and replayed them constantly for those endings. That was my initial inspiration. It eventually evolved into an action turn-based RPG that relies on timing, yet it’s mostly narrative-driven. You traverse death in search of your sibling, and try to make an escape. There are unexpected pieces of me that ended up in this game, some of which I’m still noticing even now.

How long have you been working on your project? *GH: Since the summer of June 2018.

Did any other games or media influence aspects of your project? *GH: Standstill Girl, OFF by Mortis Ghost, Undertale, Over The Garden Wall, and the animation medium in general.

Have you come across any challenges during development? How have you overcome or worked around them? *GH: Many! Making your first game is such a giant learning curve, that the list of challenges goes on. I would say that the most difficult issue I encountered (and that, in some ways, I am still facing after release) is working around the limitations of the game engine I am using. I wanted to see whether creating an engaging but simple 1-party RPG in RM2K3 (without going completely custom) was feasible, and I experimented with quick time events as part of that. I worked around the engine’s built-in formulae so players could see progress when they upgraded their stats - although the game might display as defence as “10”, in reality the game stores it as 40 since the engine splits defence by 4. Since I did not want to create an RPG which was too complex for my first game, I also scrapped traditional staples such as armour or weapons. There were also issues such as having an appropriate “game over” handling event which wouldn’t shoot you back to the title screen after you lost a battle; getting RM2K3 to play a small cutscene where you faint and respawn somewhere else was tricky. I felt that if the player had to reload after a loss, it would disrupt the game flow.

Have any aspects of your project changed over time? How does your current project differ from your initial concept? *GH: Like I mentioned before, the game started off impersonal. I just had a soft spot for a spooky cute aesthetic, and I wanted to indulge in that. It was (and in its essence, still is) meant to be a short story, to keep the player invested for the short game length - nothing grandiose. The original draft did not have Baker play a role in the narrative - he was just an ordinary shopkeeper NPC. For a long time during development, Lavender did not even have a name. In the very first draft, she was a silent protagonist the player could name and customize. But she played a very active role in the final outline, so it was hard not to give her own unique voice when one emerged from the narrative naturally. I am glad I did; she grew on me quite quickly! Grimm was virtually unchanged from beginning to end. The only difference was that a close friend suggested that he seemed like he would be into drinking Oolong tea - so that’s what he offers you when you meet him. Timmy also did not go under massive overhauls like Lavender and Baker did, but his relationship with Lavender became much more fleshed out as I wrote the narrative. In other facets of the game’s design, there were not many changes to the original prototype.

What was your team like at the beginning? How did people join the team? If you don’t have a team, do you wish you had one or do you prefer working alone? *GH: It was just myself, doing the art, writing, programming, etc. But halfway through creating the second cave, I realised I would need a very specific sound for Grimm’s Hollow. So, I contacted Nat for music, but I also created a post on tumblr calling for a composer since there were many tracks to make. I met Bruno as a result! I am very happy with their work and I am so grateful I’ve got to work with them! (Some players are asking for an OST release, which is in the works).

What is the best part of developing a game? *GH: I really enjoyed the early stages of development: creating new tilesets, sprites and maps and piecing them together in the editor, then taking a small screenshot and sharing it with my friend over summer vacation … It was nice to see the game’s world slowly come together. I think that’s what I enjoyed the most from beginning to end: that sense of world-building, that sense of relaxation from making a small cosy game. The latter started to disappear as work and other responsibilities started to intrude, and pressure began to seep into development time - but I never stopped loving making the world and characters. I also want to say that, by lucky chance, I have met a lot of kind people from making my first game. I’m very grateful for that, so thank you to everyone.

Do you find yourself playing other RPG Maker games to see what you can do with the engine, or do you prefer to do your own thing? *GH: All the time! Other RPG Maker 2003 projects are great inspirations for pixel art tilesets, as well as how to code harder features such as custom menus. They’re also just fun to play.

Which character in your game do you relate to the most and why? (Alternatively: Who is your favorite character and why?) *GH: Lavender and Timmy are relatable to me in multiple ways. I can’t elaborate on Timmy since that would go into spoiler territory, but I somewhat relate to Lavender’s insistence on managing her life on her own - sometimes to her own detriment. I’d say the most fun character to write for was Grimm. He can be unintentionally silly while speaking in the most formal way, but also very caring too. Everything he does and says was easy to write, whereas I had to think harder for the interactions between everyone else - especially for very crucial scenes regarding their development. That being said, my favourite is still the game’s central two siblings. I can not pick between them for the life of me.

Looking back now, is there anything that regret/wish you had done differently? *GH: I wish I started testing even earlier! Not only does it give you a good sense of what’s missing, but seeing people enjoy what you’ve made yet get hindered by bugs is a very strong incentive to fix your game immediately. When I was lacking motivation or was stuck, I found that good feedback and support made me motivated again. I also wish that I could have pushed the deadline a little further, or perhaps released the game on Early Access since it will take me a while to refine post-release bugs - but as it is, the 31st of October really was the deadline for my game due to external circumstances (no, that deadline wasn’t just because it was Halloween!). Other than that, I wonder if using an updated version of RPG Maker would have produced the same game …? It’s hard to tell, but I hope people enjoy it for what it is - I will be working on that post-release patch soon!

Do you plan to explore the game’s universe and characters further in subsequent projects, or leave it as-is? *GH: There are no current plans, but I would be happy to have the opportunity to improve and expand on the game. As it is, the game’s released for free and done as a hobby, so I would struggle to do that by myself.

What do you most look forward to now that you have finished the game? *GH: Earlier on, I was really looking forward to players’ reactions. Games are made to be fun, and I would have felt distraught if my game didn’t achieve what it was set out to do. Yet it was not just about the gameplay; it was about the narrative. I hoped that what I found funny, the player would too; what was heartfelt to me, was heartfelt to the player as well. Like sharing a laugh, or just a good experience together. I hoped they would enjoy the feeling that went into it, despite the struggle of making it against circumstance and limitations. Now, I look forward to resting and sleeping once this over. I want to explore my other interests, improve, and explore new media. I want to relax, and refocus again like I was before the heat of development.

Is there something you’re afraid of concerning the development or the release of your game? *GH: Bugs! Some are easy to fix, but others are harder due to the limitations of the engine (e.g an error in one ending is caused by an overflow error).

Do you have any advice for upcoming devs? *GH: Show your game as early as possible, to as many people as possible. As soon as you have something playable, it’s ready for feedback. You’ll see if that game mechanic you spent hours refining works, or if it doesn’t work and why. You’ll understand what players enjoy and what they want more of, but also what they don’t like or don’t enjoy. And you will definitely encounter bugs. You’ll be able to pinpoint and fix minor problems early on that can easily become a larger issue later. You’ll be able to fine-tune your game so its best bits shine, and the difficulty is just right.

Question from last month's featured dev @dead-dreams-dev: Is there anything you’ve added to your game for no other reason than because you’re hoping fans will get a kick out of it? Fanservice, fourth wall breakage, references to other games, jokes, abilities that are just ridiculously overpowered and badass, etc? *GH: It’s hard to say; game design is trying to find the intersection between what’s good for the player, what the developer enjoys, and what’s feasible to implement. Every decision made should be conscious of that … I think a lot of the game’s early light-hearted jokes was not only made because I enjoyed it, but I hoped the player would “get a kick out of it” too. But more so, I think it’s because I would struggle to write a story which is serious and bleak from beginning to end. The game is a little self-indulgent in the narrative that way.

We mods would like to thank ghosthunter & team for agreeing to our interview! We believe that featuring the developer and their creative process is just as important as featuring the final product. Hopefully this Q&A segment has been an entertaining and insightful experience for everyone involved!

Remember to check out Grimm's Hollow if you haven’t already! See you next month!

- Mods Gold & Platinum

#rpgmaker #rpg maker games #indie games #pixel games #rpg #adventure #cute #grimms hollow #grimm's hollow #gotm #game of the month #gotm 2019 #2019 #game of the month 2019 #november #november 2019

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spookyold-saintjm · 5 years ago

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The Day’s Still Young

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Poe Dameron x reader

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Warnings: none; pure wholesome content

a/n: I was feeling soft today so here ya go. This was basically inspired by the beginning of 101 Dalmatians but. Y’know. With droids. Enjoy! x

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Finn was on his way to lunch when Poe jogged up to him in the long hallway leading from the hangar, repeatedly calling out his name.

“Finn! Hey Finn, wait up!”

Finn spun around just as Poe reached him and clapped a hand atop his shoulder to hold him in place. “Poe? What’s wrong?” he asked, somewhat taken aback by the mildly urgent tone in his friend’s voice.

“Have you seen BB-8?” I sent him off to get something.” Poe’s head swiveled as he scanned the hallway, his eyes focused toward the floor as he spoke. “I got caught up running through charts with Snap, and haven’t seen him since.”

Finn shook his head. “Haven’t seen him anywhere. Probably just got distracted again helping somebody else out with something.”

“That’s what I thought too,” Poe replied as he and Finn continued their way together down the hall. “But it’s been over an hour.” He sighed a short breath, reaching to nervously fluff up the dark locks of his curly hair. “Gotta take a look at him once I find him, see if his wiring’s gone screwy or something.”

BB-8 had lately been notoriously guilty of taking a bit longer than was necessary to run any errands, or had found multiple excuses to drift away from helping out Poe with his work. Duties had definitely been picking up around the base over the last few weeks, and Poe was perfectly fine with his droid helping out others who might have needed it every now and then, but it had started to get a little out of hand. He was beginning to worry that something might be wrong with his trusted droid. Something BB-8 wasn’t telling him.

Finn helped Poe scan the halls, but they were unsuccessful in their search.

Or so they thought, until a different BB unit rolled by, beeping and squealing as it sped by them in the opposite direction.

BB-8 followed right behind.

“BB-8!” Poe and Finn both shouted in surprise and traded stunned glances, but the droid paid no mind to either of them as he followed hot on the heels of the unfamiliar BB unit. Poe bade a hasty thanks and goodbye to Finn before jogging down the hallway after them.

Poe called for his droid again with no luck, though once they reached the end of the hall, BB-8 had caught up with the other droid. The two were exchanging quick, shrill beeps as their heads swiveled sideways and back while they rolled circles around each other.

Poe was breathing hard once he reached the pair, and hunched over to brace his hands against his knees as he stared down at his companion in an exhausted confusion.

“Buddy, what’s the matter with you!” He breathlessly exclaimed. “Where have you been?!”

The droid wasn’t listening, but was instead chattering excitedly away at the new droid. Poe opened his mouth between gasps for air to speak again, but was cut off by the sound of another human’s voice, calling out from the adjacent hallway.

Poe quickly rose and stepped around the droids to peek at the source of the sound from echoing around the corner—

And found it. Immediately, because you thudded hard into his chest and nearly sent him tumbling on his back to the floor.

You both gasped in surprise, and you grabbed onto the man's arms to help him steady himself as he caught his fall.

“Hey, pal,” you grumbled as you quickly let go of his arms and stepped back to face him. “How about you watch where you’re—”

But your words were suddenly sucked dry from your throat, and you all but completely froze in place as you processed who now stood staring with slightly widened eyes and a dropped jaw across from you.

“Oh! Commander Dameron!” You immediately took a couple extra steps back to give him more space, your face burning at the full realization of who you’d nearly just knocked to the ground, then almost had an outburst on. You shook you head quickly, holding your hands out as if you were surrendering as words uncontrollably began to tumble out of you. “I am SO sorry, are you okay? I didn’t mean—I was just looking for my droid and I—”

A quick succession of beeps called both of your attentions away from each other, and the black and teal BB unit giddily bumped itself against your boots. You quickly kneeled down by the droid, running your hands along the orb of its body to check for any damage.

“Nine-vee, I told you that you can’t just go running off like that! What if somebody gets hurt, huh?” You glanced back up to Poe again, biting your lip in preparation to receive some sort of reprimand. “I apologize, Commander. Lately she's been so strange. I can’t keep up with her sometimes.”

“I can relate, actually.” Poe glanced back at BB-8, who was peeking earnestly around his owner’s leg at his fellow droid and the new human in their company. “I’ve been having a similar problem with BB-8, here.”

BB-8 knew when he was being scolded, and slowly let out a low, cooing beep as he ducked his head.

Your BB unit, on the other hand, continued to chirp out some sort of enthusiastic explanation, repeatedly gesturing toward the orange and white droid who now hid behind halfway behind Poe’s leg. BB-8 seemed to perk up a bit at that, and the hum that rolled out of him was almost dreamy as he innocently looked up to his owner.

And it seemed to click in both of your minds.

“I think—” you started, dusting off the knees of your flight suit as you stood again. “I think that they might—”

Your glances switched back and forth between each other’s droids once more as Poe finished your thought. “I think they like each other.”

If droids could blush, BB-9V and BB-8 would have been doing so as they hesitantly looked over to each other while resting beside you and Poe.

When your eyes met again, you and Poe bursted out into laughter at the scene that had just erupted before your eyes, any tensions between you immediately dissipating.

“I’m y/n, by the way. Y/n L/n.” You hesitantly reached out a hand as you introduced yourself formally, and Poe was quick to take it with a firm shake.

“Poe Dameron,” Poe replied, though of course you already knew perfectly well who he was. Your hands separated and dropped to your sides as you both watched your droids slowly move back towards each other, heads lolling to one side and then the other while they blinked with glee.

“Never seen anything like it.” Poe mused aloud, slowly shaking his head in amusement you both looked down at the curious peculiarity of the situation unfolding between his feet and yours.

“Guess this explains why she’s been running off so much lately.” You concluded, and you both chuckled again before looking back up at each other.

Something seemed to suddenly spark in Poe’s memory. “Hey, you’re new to Gold Squadron, right?”

Your heart stuttered in your chest and your eyes widened at the declaration. “I—uh, yes, how did you know that?”

Poe nodded in approval, a smile crossing his face that nearly had you melting to the floor. “I’ve heard stories. Most of them say you’re pretty good.”

You blinked at that. “Most of them?”

Poe shrugged, a playful smirk twitching up the corner of his lips. “Yeah, the other ones say you’re pretty great. Maybe almost comparable to me…but I’m not so sure about that.”

Ah, yes. This really was the Commander Dameron you’d heard so much about. Cocky, but charming. And pretty damned handsome, if you’d let yourself admit it.

You shrugged dismissively as you crossed your arms over your chest, playing along. “Well, the day’s still young, Commander. I’d be open to test that theory.”

Poe’s eyebrows raised at your sharp reply. Cute and bold? You would get along with each other just fine.

After all, it seemed like your droids planned on continuing to spend some time with each other. What harm could it do if the two of you did the same?

“You’re on, y/n,” he replied, gesturing with his head toward the door that led out to the hangar. You felt your smile widen as you fell into step alongside him. “And you can just call me Poe.”

Both of your droids watched for a moment, then beeped what sounded just like small giggles as they began to follow behind, eagerly listening in to every word and every laugh you and Poe exchanged.

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iggy-of-fans · 5 years ago

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Of Being a Ladybug 8

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MASTER LIST PREVIOUS

Cons of getting caught

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Bruce went for a quick shower. He wanted a few minutes to talk to Alfred before Maria joined them for lunch. As far as he had seen that Maria is a creative and tactical genius. Plans formed in her head faster than even he could keep up with and she was always a few steps ahead. But because she was so many steps ahead, she relied on that rather than getting physical with her opponent. Even Tim never pulled his punches. He admitted that he had been out smarted, but in cases like the Joker or Scarecrow, you also had to be physical.

Deciding to focus on schooling instead, Bruce walked out of his bathroom and picked up his cell phone to call Gotham Academy. Sure, she was a few credits short of graduating, but he’d found that formal schooling went a long way with kids. Being around others their age and immerse themselves into the drama of day to day life had broken many an outer shell. He understood why that wasn’t an option in London, what with Adrien Agreste living just a few blocks over and attending the school Maria would have been in too, but here there was no connection to stop her. A knock on his door stayed his hand.

“Master Bruce, a moment before lunch?” Alfred’s voice seeped through the door.

“Of course, come in. I wanted your opinion with Maria either way. I was going to call GA to have her enrolled, and maybe introduce her to ballet or modern dance to help her with her flexibility. And the costume… I think pink and white instead of pink and black, to make her stand out more. I am also concerned about how quiet she is. Her old files said she was class president and vocal against bullies. Maybe she will regain some of that with being in a classroom…” Bruce rambled off, dressing without looking at his clothes.

“About that, Mater Bruce,” Alfred finally interjected, “Miss Maria went out early this morning, as I am sure you noticed. She mentioned Gotham Library, and that is indeed where her tracker stayed, however I received a call from Mr. Fox, asking about why Maria was there and applying for work. Mr. Fox also seems to think that a formal classroom setting would put Maria more on edge.”

‘What…? Okay brain, back up and start over….’ So she wants to work, okay. He personally did not believe that anyone under 18 should need to work, as they should be focusing on being a child and on their schoolwork. He knew from personal experience that many kids in Gotham worked part time. But 14… was a bit young. He frowned. And formal schooling causing anxiety? Well, sure but she would need to grow out of that eventually… then again… Bruce remembered that there had been complaints of severe bullying in her profile, so maybe not then. And she was about to graduate too, anyways. Finish her High school from home and allow her to take university classes, just like Tim. And working would allow her to socialize outside, without attending school. He nodded. Okay.

“And the dancing?” He asked.

“I believe that would be an excellent conversation to have with Maria” Alfred smirked. Ah, of course. No making decisions without the child’s in put. He could do that.

“Best not to keep her waiting then, Alfred” Bruce placed his hand on Alfred’s shoulder and smiled at him as he passed to go downstairs.

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Alfred left the cave after thirty minutes to get started on making lunch. While the food was cooking, he chose to investigate Marinette Dupain-Cheng, rather than clean. He had, of course, read Maria’s file from Diana, but it seemed… incomplete. Maria was forcing herself to not be like Marinette, and that meant huge parts of her life and personality were missing. Alfred tapped his chin in thought as he saw her multiple school awards, extensive volunteer experience, and contests won. Hm. Marinette was passionate about the things she liked: sewing, crafting and creating, baking and helping. Hm. He looked at his oven, only used to roast potatoes and meat and occasionally to bake a cake. That might work. He decided on a whim to also go online and have a sewing machine, in hot pink, delivered to the manor. A welcome home present.

When he finished cooking and then cleaning, Alfred went upstairs to talk with Master Bruce. Surely they could come up with a schedule that would allow her the time and ability to socialize.

After their discussion, Bruce went ahead downstairs, while Alfred stayed back to knock on Maria’s door. No answer. He opened the door slightly to listen in case she was in the bath. Nothing. Peeking through the door, he noticed the sheets were crumpled slightly. Ah. Must be asleep.

Going downstairs he found Bruce reading the Newspaper, patiently waiting for Maria.

“I am afraid that Miss Maria will not be joining you for lunch. I believe she fell asleep after the gruelling training today.”

Bruce smiled and nodded, digging into his lunch and pulling a notebook out to take notes in. A to-do list.

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Bruce was vibrating as he led Maria into the dining room. He had believed that jetlag and training had been enough to knock her out until dinner. Imagine his surprise and worry when Maria was not in her room when they called her for dinner. And imagine his horror when he noticed her tracker having been ditched. He was about to launch the bat mobile when he recalled Maria looking for a job. He went to the computer and hacked the camera feed in the café. There she was, running back and forth from the coffee machines to the customers, a bright smile on her face. He sighed, his blood still thrumming in his years. He had left at 10 PM to make it on time for the 11 PM closing time. He was shocked when Krista, the owner of the café brushed off his offer to drive his own ward home. So she did not use his name to get the job.

When they reached the dining room, he pushed Maria down at the table with a cold plate left sitting there since 6 PM. His own was also untouched, worry churning his insides and making his appetite non-existent. He sighed, wiping his down his face with both hands. Maria wasn’t a Gothimite. She had no idea the troubles and dangers around every corner. She was new, and from what he understood from Lucius she was expecting this to be a temporary home for her, instead of permanent. It seemed despite his track record of permanently adopting strays, Maria felt like she was not welcome here.

He took a deep breath, “Maria, I realize that my not being here to greet you personally perhaps gave you the impression that you were here temporarily, but I want you to know that isn’t the case. You are here to stay as long as you like. This … I … Let this be your home Maria, as much as it has been for me. We cannot replace your parents, and I am not Diana, but we do want you to be comfortable here.”

He said this while looking at her bowed head. Her hands had been in her lap, but raised to her tear stained eyes. Bruce frowned. How many times has she had to cry so silently that no one even noticed she was crying. He stood from his chair and pulled her into his arms. How long has she had to be so strong? He let her cry herself out and put her to bed. She’d be starving by the morning, but she needed the rest. Walking from the room, he shut the door on a sigh.

“Master Bruce?” Alfred stood in the shadows of the hall.

“Clear my schedule for the morning. I think I’m needed here for the week” he whispered, before retiring to the cave.

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astro-break · 4 years ago

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Quick first thoughts on the first ep of the Hypmic Anime. Spoilers beware (and im writing this as I watch so :p)

Otome’s speech is.... questionable from a persuasive point of view. Manga did a great job of introducing her (which you can read here) but they really cut out the more terrifying parts of her speech and how she uses force to show people that she's not to be messed with

Its cool seeing everyone in their respective environments though. thats cool. Though they could have added Sasara and Kuuko (shhh i know why they didn’t let me dream)

I love how poppy the typography is. Its amazing how the visuals just leap out at you. The OP does a great job of this. The first few seconds before the title really gives me Persona 4 OG OP vibes with the influx of information given. The rest is a clear concise and streamlined way that still gives character. Animation is sparse but still carries across a general idea of each character and shows off each character object. Rendering is really nice and pays a bit of homage to the posing artwork thats done for the MVs. They also do their division hand signals and thats cute

Love how the OP has blatant HifuDoppo and DRB matchup foreshadowing

so far I really like what theyre going for. BB is about brotherly familial bonds and they show the goods and the bads. Jiro and Saburo bickering right out the gate really cements the fact that they get along like cats and dogs but you can still see that they love each other, working together when the situation calls for it

Now the 3d models. Theyre... not great but usable if you don’t look too hard. They serve their purpose and don’t actively detract from the viewing experience.

Visual typography in the rap itself are fun and poppy but they dont.... speak to me? like theyre there yes and I appreciate them but the only ones that got me excited were from Ichiro’s rap

I take my words back the group portion was kickass and I apologize

I love how they interpret the Hypnosis Speakers though. Esp. Saburo’s organs. That was super creative and I love it! If there was one thing that I felt was missing from the franchise was a deeper exploration of the speakers but the anime puts a new and fresh spin on it! Love it, especially with their attack patterns!

If the production team ever feels inclined to, Id love to see those info sheets on Otome’s desk released. There seems to be very interesting info and stats written out about each member (like capabilities, personal status etc.) They all seem unique too so I really really really hope they release images of those sheets

OOOOOOOOKAY MTC. I have such a big biased for them so Im very torn to see what unfolds

Rio striking out on his own is interesting. Out of everyone in MTC hes the biggest team player yet here he trusts his teammates to go ahead. This either displays Rio’s willingness to trust his teammates or it becomes very OOC if the anime wants to set him up as a lone wolf like character

I love how they specify its a drug deal. It means that Jyuto surely will show up and it also shows that Samatoki knows Jyuto’s motives and willingly gives black market info that he knows aligns with Jyuto’s goal. Thats A+ detail writing there and a great establishing characteristic for both of them

OOohhhhhhhhhhhhh man Asunama-san’s voice acting is god tier his work as Samatoki is phenomenal. He pulls of Samatoki’s threatening voice so well with those almost calm words before his voice becomes loud and confrontational. Those rolling syllables in contrast to Komada-san’s almost lyrical and airy speech and Kamio-san’s strict and enunciated words is such a delight to hear. It just speaks to how amazing and great these Seiyuu’s are in order to pull of such amazing work

Im so biased but MTC has such a better rap than BB im so sorry. Just by watching Samatoki’s part, the imagery is amazing. Even the arrival of his Hypnosis Speaker was awesome and sent a shiver down my spine. using the lyrics to form blades and blood was such a great thing to do. Theres so much more variety that just him standing there and shots of his hypnosis speaker. The old fashioned vignette shots, the four panel spread, the nods to old Kurosawa era films are great and I love these small details. Even the typography looks better.

Again, the interpretations with the speakers is fresh and new. Its great and I love the different imagery and attack patterns. Each one is so unique but carries across each different style of rap.

The 3d modles aren’t any better tho lol

(Hi this is Astro who is reading over their assessment again and making a note. Yeah I’m a bit harsh on BB’s rap. I’m not going to change it since I still stand by it and this post is supposed to be a documentation of my first impressions. I think one of the reasons why I’m so harsh on BB is because of their dynamic as a trio of brothers. They Have to have a more uniform approach than the other divisions. Which in of itself isn’t a terrible thing, it just doesn’t catch my eye as much as MTC did. Thats all! I definitely don’t hate BB, they’re maybe my 3rd favorite division out of the current lineup [not including TDD era teams like Kujaku Posse, MCD, and Naughty Busters] its just that their rap was pretty meh)

Samatoki crouching like a real gangstar and the cigarette kiss killed me

sadjkhfjkasdghsadjkcsdjhsdfsjhf im dying i love these trio of dumbasses so uch oh y fod someone save me aaaaaaaa (Astro note here! yeah i died when the jyuto and samatoki’s stomach growled im weak please. Samatoki’s face is just so precious and funny I might set it as a profile pic somewhere)

But also my initial assessment of Rio possibly being characterized as a lone wolf is very much jossed and im very thankful for that. It seems that Rio was simply trusting his teammates to carry out their part of the plan while he carried out his own. I like that, it really shows how much of a team these three are and that they genuinely trust each other. He’s also comfortable enough around them to invite them to dinners after work casually and not just for special occasions.

I really love MTC guys

Oooh! we get Ramuda on his design process which is really cute. the inside of his studio is super cute and retro and i love it. the poppy old music you would hear in a cafe or 90′s resturaunt is also really cute (astro note: yeah i know that in ARB you see the interior of Ramuda’s office but its kinda different seeing it animated)

the translation i have has gentaro speaking in early modern english (Shakespearian english for those who aren’t english nerds like me) but from what I can hear, he doesn’t speak in a particularly old fashioned way? Its more formal than old? and hes speaking without any of his character persona lying thing that he likes to do (as he refers to himself as “Shousei” throughout the segment where hes in Ramuda’s office which is kind of his default pronoun of choice). so its kinda odd for the translation to go in that direction but im not complaining

Gendice banter is gold but it feels... flat? a little? it doesn’t have the same impact as in the drama cds or in the manga? i feel? Also Ramuda using gratuitous english is??? idk how to feel about that

kjshf thats against the rules Ramuda omgggg,,,,,,,, (astro note again: while watching i was under the assumption that using your hypmic for monetary gain such a as buskering [which is what FP is doing] is against the rules. May not be the case but whatever)

FP’s rap might be my favorite in terms of tune and lyrics though. It’s a nice laid back bop and really gives of chill vibes. the integration of 3d and 2d is really nice and i love how they play off each other in the rap. The wordplay is so fun with little nods here and there and the beat is poppy too so it really energizes me.

Ramuda’s rap concerns me slightly since he makes very subtle and small nods towards his past (being created in a laboratory, warfare, and his overall very unpleasant life experiences) but spins it into something cutesy. It could be a coping mechanism, it could be me overthinking it. But it does make me worry a bit. Gentaro and Dice’s rap really play off each other with Gentaro sticking to stories and Dice taking up the baton by carrying on that same imagery but putting his own spin on it.

the self awareness of how scattered they are as a team is interesting though. It doesn’t seem like something you’d speak about in a rap? but i guess since its not really a do or die situation they can afford to be looser on things like this.

Right off the bat, i don’t like how they handled Hifumi and Doppo in relation to Hifumi’s fear of women. Slug made a post once talking about this and I echo many of his sentiments. Hypmic has never been very tactful about tackling this particular issue and while I didn’t have high hopes that the anime would be any better it hurts to see Doppo take away the one thing that allows Hifumi to function within society.

Doppo’s breakdown mirrors a lot of my own mental state when I spiral though its shown a lot quicker than what happens to me oof. that hits close to home. though Jakurai’s advice is. Questionable. Its not the best advice to give to someone but we have no idea what kind of doctor Jakurai is so ill let it slide

Jakurai’s pose looks like hes going to do a mahou shoujou transformation lmao

I don’t have many thoughts about the rap though again. How they visualize the rap is interesting. the different imagery is quite interesting for each of them and the typography is nice a distinct but im still on the fence about the visuals here

The sound is in the same boat. The sound effects either drown out the rap or are too quet but some parts are nice at least. When they talk about Tokyo’s beating heart, the heartbeat sound is a but distracting especially since its only played once. But the imagery is at least nice

I wonder if for the eds they’re going to take a similar approach to what Enstars did and have a four different endings, one for each division. I love the blend of styles here and it really accentuates that although they’re different they mesh well together.

Ramuda’s silhouette though is hilarious. Love it.

:p and thats it. Uh not bad for a first episode. Established all 12 characters really nicely and their dynamics. I had some problems with it but then again nothing is perfect. I look forward to what they show us next week

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