#I WANT TO SEE THIS IDIOT SHINE IN BATTLE PLEASE

[iamtheeternalbread]

It pisses me off SO BAD when Chilchuck keeps saying he can't fight. Why? Cause in the course of the manga, this lil dude manages to blind a dragon in one eye with a cooking knife he THREW AND ONE-SHOT A PHOENIX ON HIS OWN.

Sure he may not have been able to pierce through the ice golem for example and his small build isn't very practical for battles. But i'm still sure that if he were to fight at a distance he'd be able to deal some pretty good damage in addition to having an almost-perfect accuracy.

[redheadspark]

hii, i genuinely love you so much and your work is something that makes my day. who am i kidding, YOU make my day but anyways would you pretty please do azriel from ACOTAR with #4?? unless someone else asked alreadyy. LUV YOUU

A/N - This is cute! Thanks for requesting, anon!

Idiot

Summary - You both were idiots. But idiots in love

Warnings - Fluff and angst mixed together

“We’re not done with this conversation!”

“I am!”

“Well, I’m not!”

You felt the shake of the front door of the townhouse as slammed shut behind you, the pictures on the wall even shook from the impact while you were stalking into the front entry way.  The heat behind you was almost grazing along your back, all because of the Illyrian who was fuming and was attempting to stop you.  You even felt his shadows wanting to lick at your sides to stop you, but you were not going to fall for that trap.

Not when you and your best friend were in the middle of a fight.

Being best friends with Azriel the Shadowsinger and Spymaster of Night Court was not easy, it was downright testy.  You two met right after Rhysand became the High Lord of Night Court, you were part of his Inner Circle as Head of Security in Velaris.  It meant you and Azriel had to work close together for those year Rhsyand was gone and Under The Mountain, both of your main objectives was to keep Night Court and Velaris safe from any danger outside of the border.  It was apparent from the very beginning that you both were head strong and stubborn in your ways and methods of working for Night Court, you were gentler and more social with the people.  On the contrary, Azriel would rather hide away in his shadows and work alone.

Plenty of meetings with the rest of the Inner Circle shows the pair of you arguing over the best methods and strategies.  Cassian could only watch as you two were nearly growling at one another over the tabletop.  He sighed, Armen rolled her eyes, and Mor simply smiled.

She knew, you two had it bad for one another.

Perhaps she was right: you did had feelings for him. You thought of him as handsome, beautiful even.  The way he would cary himself through the shadows or even with his wings made you loose for breath a few times.  You also admired his loyalty to Night Court, placing his neck on the line to keep the citizens safe.  Sometimes it was dumb on his part and uneasy to see, but you admired him all the more.  HIs smile, the way he voice sounded warm yet raw, his hands that were scarred but always gentle in touch with others he was helping, his hazel eyes.

You did love him, and yet he agitated you with his protectiveness.

He knew you could handle yourself in a battle or fight, you are not dainty flower or a damsel in distress.  Hell, he saw him take on a few of his recruited Illryians at the camps in the mountains, but that never stopped him from wanting to keep you on the safe side.  Not that he wanted you not to fight at all, that would be silly on his part since he knew Mor was a fighter as well as Armen.  That was not an issue to him, he didn’t love them as he loved you.  

You had no idea that he loved you, inwardly loved you.  He kept his feelings to himself, something he learned him his childhood.  Feelings were going to get him hurt, the were going to make him vulnerable. He couldn’t be either of those, not with the job he had. For so long Azriel was good in letting his feelings be buried and not be a distraction.

But tat went out of the window when it came to you, and apparently everyone but Azriel himself knew.

He loved the way the sun shined in your hair, how you were fierce in your fighting skills, how you loved dark coffee in the morning with a good book to read.  The small little things about you grew on Azriel as well, no longer how you too were stubborn in your ways.  

The others could see it: two forces about to collide but in the best way. It was all about timing.  

When will it happen?  When will you two finally realize that you loved one another and let that love grow? When will you both push your egos aside?  

This afternoon one of those fights you two had.  Azriel wanted you to stay in the city with the citizens while Azriel and Cassian were attempting to do a small rogue mission to another Court.  To you, it made no sense since Mor was already taking care of Velaris and security was alrighty tight.  When you brought it up, Azriel shot it down within seconds without a second thought. It ended up in the pair of you in a yelling match at the House of Wind, Cassian finally having enough of the two of you yelling at one another and kicked you out to head back to the Townhouse before he got another headache.  

“You don’t want me there with you and Cassian because you think I can’t handle it, fine!  I don’t wanna argue about it anymore!” You huffed at him as you walked into the parlor, shrugging off your jacket abruptly you almost pulled your hair out of its pointy tail.  Azriel was right on your tail, his feet stomping on the ground and hitting the hardwood floor in such a violent way as his hazel eyes were glaring at you.

“I didn’t say you can’t handle it—“ He started to say, but you whirled on your heel to face him.  He stopped, you both being chest to chest with one another as you glared up at him since he had a few inches on you.  His shadows even back off when you faced him with fire in your eyes and your finger hitting his chest hard, perhaps they were just as surprised as you were.

“You didn’t have to say it, but I knew you meant it,” You growled at him, Azriel’s eyes narrowing as you spoke again, “I can handle myself and I’ve shown that I can!”

“I know you can—“ He tried again but you cut him off.

“Yet you never let me help you and Cassian when I know I can!  It’s been years, Azriel, years and you still won’t let me try!  Do you think of me as weak?!”

It was like you punched him in the chest’s his eyes softening as you asked him that. You saw the shift, he shook his head as the anger was not on his face.  It looked like remorse, maybe uneasiness.

“No, that’s not—“ He attempting, his voice softer and no longer lace in anger.

“Am I a threat to you in how I handle a fight?  What is it that is making you stop me from being with you and helping you?” You asked, your voice almost raw from how you were pushing yourself and this conversation a bit too far.  It was then as Azriel finally snapped, the resistance he had within himself was no longer there.  Like a damn opened and everything he was trying to confide was now coming out like a massive flood in a river.

“YEAH BUT I LOVE YOU!” His voice boomed.

You both were frozen in your spot, watching each other as his voice rang in the Townhouse.  You were watching him with wide eyes, your heart beating hard in your throat.  Your ears were ringing, your skin was running hot, and all you could think about were those four words he said to you.  All this time you never thought that he would love you, maybe even like you.  He seemed too far away for someone like you to catch his eye, someone who had too much baggage.  You were selling yourself short of course, according to Mor anyways.  She told you that you were worthy of love from whoever would take it and hold it close.

And now it seemed to be Azriel.

“I love you,” he said again, his voice softer now like a breath as he clenched his hands tight against his sides, “For a long time I’ve loved you.  And because I love you, I don’t want you with me because you can get hurt.  I have nightmares at night of those close to me getting hurt because of me, and you’re the one I fear the most.”

You realized it then, he was protecting you.

The times he pushed you away, redirecting those conversations of you helping out.  Azriel was attempting to keep you out of arms length and out of harms way.  You were too stubborn to see it, and you felt foolish as Azriel was scanning your eyes to see what you were going to say or how you were going to react.  

Heat was still under your skin and in your veins, but you did the one thing that you could do.  You reached up to cup the back of his neck, his cool skin against your palm as you finally spoke.

“You idiot,” you mumbled, pulling him in to crash his lips against yours.

You both were kissing each other as if you were needing air. His arms around your lower waist to cradle you close, your fingers digging in his dark locks to feel his skull against his palm, his scent invading yours as your eyes closed and drank in this moment.  No longer were you going to be stubborn in your ways and in how you felt, there was no longer a need to be afraid or hesitant in how you felt, it was all out in the open.

Freeing.  You felt free for the first time in some time.  

Azriel gently moved you until you were against the wall, he was still kissing you but was slowing down his lips on yours as you were leaning into him a bit more, your own hand reaching up to cup his jaw as he inhaled sharply.

He pulled away and eyed you with a twinkle in his eye, “That’s a first for you: calling me a idiot and then kissing me”

You breathed out slowly as you grinned from ear to ear, “Well you were an idiot for doing that to me,”

“Fine, I’ll be your idiot,” He hummed, shrugging as he dived in to kiss you again, you sighed against your lips while his fingers were clinging to you delicately and yet with possession.  To see and feel this side of Azriel, soft and almost pliant in your hands and in front of you, you were entranced with him all the more.  That hard exterior was gone, the toughness that he carried seemed to be replaced with something soft, something real.

Something laced with love and affection just for you.

“Is it safe to say that I love you too?” You asked in a breath as his lips moved to kiss along your neck slowly and deliberately.  Azriel chuckled against your skin, making your cling to him a bit more since you felt the I vibration.

“I would hope so since I have no intention of letting you go,” He growled, his lips lowering to your collarbone.  No more than a minute ago you two were heat at one another to the point of ripping each other’s heads off, and yet now you wanted to rip each other’s clothes off.  

It seemed accurate.

“How about you won’t let me out of the bedroom?” You asked in a challenging way, Azriel looking up at you with a glint in his eye.  A flicker us lust there in his bright orbs as he scanned your own eyes. That adrenaline was back, where it was once laced with anger was now laced with something else. 

He cocked a grin at you: challenge accepted.

He hoisted you up, you gasped as your legs went around his waist while he framed your hips and walked the pair of you to the master bedroom on the second floor with ease.  

The End. 

[frostfro]

Filthy Pirates

If the straw hats were actual "pirates"

Luffy x fem!reader

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Yandere luffy? I think…

Ooc luffy to some degree

Contains very dark and mature themes so please read with caution

If you want a link to my op list it's here

!Happy Halloween!

It seems you had the wrong misconceptions about these pirates… Everyone says they're good people! But they don't know that it's all a lie. Further from the truth.

These people were pirates for damn sakes. Mean cunning and cruel, if they got into a situation killing is the only way.

Your body was hot and sticky from sweating. The clothes you wore now torn barely clinging as you had been previously beaten in battle you refused to get beaten for the sake of your pride.

They had almost beaten you into submission….almost.

They took your home. And now it seems he owns you to…

Your hands tied behind your back and your ankles tied together. Tape tied onto your mouth to shut you up. As your screams and cries are all deaf in their ears as they hide you away on their ship beneath the deck.

Suddenly the door burst open. Your eyes squinted from the sudden shining rays from the sun, slowly your eyes adjusted to that of a man. The same man you manhandled you down here and tied you up.

His heavy footsteps were loud in your ears,as he approached. His endless frown along with that piercing scar had you backing away with fear.

“Don't make this harder than it needs to be brat.”

His booming deep voice was loud making you flinch as you mumbled out apologies, sounding like whines and whimpers to the man no doubt. How humiliating.

Your submissiveness seemed to please him, he let out a short chuckle smirking before approaching you.

He bent down tearing your ropes freeing your limbs. He looked at you as his hands were on the tape of your mouth.

“Scream and I'll break that little neck of yours.”

Your brows furrowed in fear as tears damn near flowed down your face.

“She needs to be unharmed for the captain, Mosshead, remember.”

You look up to see a blonde man. He scared you terribly but not as much as the green headed man in front of you right now.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“You don't think I know that.”

He grumbled out ripping the tape roughly from your mouth making you gasp out in pain from the ripping sensation.

He grabbed you by the waist before slinging your body over his thick shoulders making you lose the breath from your stomach.

The yellow haired man yelled at him, something along the lines of you shouldn't be rough housing a lady in such a way.

They both begane bickering back and forth.

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You were roughly thrown on the floor in an entirely different room you were in before.

You hung your head low, your heart pounding in fear.

The man that tied you up now you know his name as zoro spoke up with a frown.

“You better be lucky the captain sees you in high regards.”

He looked down at you, his scowl deepend before his gaze lessened up once he made eye contact with his captain.

Your eyes remained on the grown before you saw two sandled feet stepping in front of you.

Your heart sped up as you looked up slowly, and saw the man you saw on all the posters in the tavern of your island and both the grandline.

He looked down at you. He didn't have any facial expression, he just looked at your face blankly, almost like he was curiously checking you out.

He looked up at zoro.

“You said she was on that island?”

His voice had a slight tint of gravel to it. You found it appealing to listen to despite your hostility and fear towards these pirates.

“Yeah, she was bold enough to attack us.” He scoffed looking at you. “What an idiot.”

You lowered your head and deflated at his harsh tone as you sat down there embarrassed and humiliated.

“Alright then! I'll take everything from here. Thanks Zoro.”

He nodded with a grunt, looking down at you before leaving the room.

The silence was very loud. Too loud. You could feel him boring his eyes into your head. You refused to raise your head and look at him once more.

“Stand up, I wanna look at you.”

He took a step back for you to have some room.

You stood up, slowly looking away from him.

Thoughts began to swirl in your head. Was he going to kill you?!

His head tilted as he remained to look at you. He sighed before speaking again, as a smirk begane to form on his face.

“Ya know you caused a lot of trouble for us.”

You panicked.

“I'm sorry! I didn't know it was your crew!”

He let out a breath through his nose. As he smiled at your little reaction you gave him.

“Nah I don't buy it my flag is huge no way you didn't know.” He pointed up. Referring to the flag that hangs proudly on the Sunny.

“I- uh.”

Shoot you didn't know this guy was smart? What the hell was all those rumors you were hearing then!

It's like those bastards purposely set you up for failure, bunch of sellouts.

“Listen, don't kill me! I'm useful!”

You protested.

Luffy smirked, as he raised a brow curiously.

“Really how so?”

There was no guts way in hell he actually planned to kill you. You looked too cute not to steal. Well you wouldn't know that after all your friends and family were pathetic. It didn't take long for some piss poor threats to make them submit and hand you over to them with zero backlash.

He almost felt sorry for you. Well almost.

Well it didn't matter now. He has you and now he has to plan the act out smoothly. Because no way in hell he'd let you go.

He looked at the way your eyes darted around trying to find an answer. They slowly start to drift down to your body. Clothes tattered with holes leaving for supple skin open for his eyes. He'd have to thank Zoro for that later.

“I know of a way.”

You snapped out of your thinking and looked at him with relief washing over your features.

His eyes were half lidded briefly before returning to a smile.

He walked closer to you and lifted the hole with his index finger that was hanging below your left breast. Teasingly lifting and lowering the cloth.

“I think you know.” He smiled.

Your eyes widened.

You nearly debated if you ran would you even have a chance.

“Don't bother running from me.”

You flinched, you looked up at him.

His eyes dulled over as his smile went away completely.

Okay okay! I'll do what you ask!”

Your voice streaked out. Panicked, you didn't want to get killed now when he's giving you an opportunity like this one!

His aura shifted, now beamin with that smile you'd always seen on those wanted posters and newspaper covers.

He didn't hesitate, as he grabbed that loose hole in your clothes and tore everything off in one fluid motion. He mentally scoffed those idiots really didn't like you to give you cheap clothes? He'd be sure to eliminate them all personally.

Your jaw was slackend, it took a moment for you to register that your top half was loose and the coolness of the air hitting your now exposed tits.

He was quick before you could even react to cover yourself, he pounced on you.

You landed on your back with a harsh thud as he pushed you down on top of you.

Two hands full of your tits happily squeezing away, eyes glued to the way the fat spilled from his toned hands.

You were frozen, you didn't know how to react. He then squeezed a bit more and he started to trace a thumb over your nipples. Making you snap back into your senses as you grabbed both of his wrists.

He stopped to look at you. But he had a playful glint in his eyes. That look made your stomach drop as he pulled your hands off his wrists to replace them with his own hands and pinned them harshly above your head.

You let out a small pained sound at the fact that you couldn't manage to get your hands free.

“Heh, you better get used to this if you wanna live.”

He lowered his head to whisper in your ear slowly. He couldn't help but to tease you.

He bit your lobe and licked a long stripe up and down your neck making your body shiver uncomfortably.

You sighed and you just gave in.

“Fine, just be gentle.”

You said softly, embarrassment covered your facial features as you looked away from him.

He gave a half chuckle mostly because well he was planning on doing the opposite of just going soft and easy on you.

He felt his pants tighten at the thought of doing you nice and hard.

He smiled and gave into his temptation.

Roughly parting your legs making his way between you as he lifted your hips to rut himself on your clothed cunt.

Moving his hips back and forth as if we was actually fucking you.

Your legs twitched from the new sensation the friction he was creating, on your clit made you warm up with arousal.

You couldn't help but to give in and grind your hips back in time with his own movements.

He lowered himself down against you chest to chest as he started to move with more fever, hooking his hand firm against your thigh making sure you remained open for him.

You let out little gasps and deep breaths as the pleasure started to become more intense. Your brows furrowed as you took your arm to hold onto his back to leverage yourself.

His breaths and grunts filled your ears making your pussy gush with even more arousal encouraging you to let out some more noises of your own.

He then stopped to lift himself up and undid his pants, not caring to ask you to take off yours as he tore them all off anyways.

He stared at the wet patch between your folds taking a finger to stroke up and down. Your hips twitched everytime he took a finger up to the good if your clit and down again.

His mouth watered he wanted to taste you so bad, but he held himself together he wanted to take you first.

He easily tore off the remaining clothing keeping him away from your pussy. He slotted himself between your legs as he easily slid inside of your slippery walls. It was messy. The feeling had him shivering with pleasure as his brows furrowed.

You watched his face start to change with pleasure. His little button nose had the faintest of pink on them along with his cheeks.

You stared at him, he is pretty cute to look at. You didn't want to give in but, the more you look at the situation you don't think that this guy was actually planning on killing you from the beginning.

You were too lost in thought to busy staring at the man, he grunted as he softly grinded himself in your walls not yet thrusting.

“You're so cute, can't hold back anymore.”

You blinked and the next thing you know he's emptied himself from you then thrusted into you the sudden fullness of him made you gasp as a moan slipped from your lips.

His thrusts were uneven and fast but it still felt so good. He got too caught up in the feeling of your walls clamping on him. He bit your ear lifting both of your legs up higher making his cock head hit that spot over and over.

He couldn't stop his own noises after wearing your cute voice. His grunts now turned into moans as he started marking up your neck.

He was nasty with it licking and sucking on your skin everywhere, while his lower half pounded into your pussy squelching and contracting around his shaft.

Your eyes filled to the brim with tears dripping down your face from pleasure as you clawed his back. He let out a low grunt gripping on your thigh. The grip became tight then he trailed down to grip the fat of your ass.

“F-feels good! Gonna cum-”

He laughed, as he slammed hard into your g spot making you scream, throwing your head back, eyes and toes curling.

“Do it c'mon!”

And it didn't take long with two more deep thrusts. You came shaking like a leaf gripping his shoulder blades no doubt leaving nail marks.

He didn't stop, he kept hitting that delicious spot now chasing his own release, as you started to cry out pleas but he laughed. Slapping your ass and pulling you up on his lap and lifting you up by your ass to thrust you on his cock.

“Oh! My gosh! Wait!- angh! Can't!.”

He kissed you messily nibbling on your bottom lip.

“Yes you can, m not stopping.”

He said in your ear he sped up his thrusts while despite your words your body arched as you moved your hips slightly to meet his thrusts to hit that spot that made your eyes roll.

“Gonna cum!”

He let out a low grunt grabbing a fist full of your hair pulling your head back. Making you yelp as he thrusted deep and slow milking out his own orgasim he sighed brows furrowed as he bit into your collar bone.

Your pussy clenched, and you squirted all over his torso making him groan out. His eyes were glued on your cunt for a minute making sure to remember that for when he plans to eat you out.

He trailed kisses and licked all on your chest. He looked up at you through his eye lashes as he continued to kiss all over you marking you all up. He let go of your hair and grabbed your throat but didn't squeeze it to an extent.

“Mine, you're not leaving.”

You nodded your mind still fuzzy as he still remained inside of you.

He smiled, kissing you all messily. He slapped your thigh, you yelped, moving your thigh slightly away from his hand, not that you could even try to move.

He sighed as he emptied himself from you, his essence spilling from your pussy in globs as your pussy started clenching. Almost as if it wanted to keep it inside.

He scooped you up with ease, and headed towards another spare room, plopping you down.

He quickly climbed on top of you and started kissing you, making you wake up.

“Wait too tired”

“But I'm not tired. Oh well.”

He started touching your pussy again, mouth covering over.

“W-wait I'm too-!”

He licked a long stride making your legs shut around his head.

His hands remained firmly on your thighs. His eyes rolled back as he inhaled and slurped you all up.

…..

So then now you're now a straw hat member and an exclusive member for the captain of the ship. Not a completely bad way to go.

[crying-fantasies]

Filming/photographing

Masterlist

Featuring Cyberverse! Soundwave, smut/angst, CW: fingering, kissing with tongue, denied orgasm (from SW’s part), mentions of war.

Humans tend to be so insecure about themselves.

It's sickening, how their psyche has been twisted to never be sole enough, always pursuing the example of others, reaching levels of bad health and stupid dress codes to fit right in their own unnourished culture, fed by idiots and narcissism-centered idealism.

His tanks are heavy with worry when he catches you once again listening to the lies of your brethren, almost believing them when it is all you can hear.

He knows what the lies of others can do to the ones simply unfortunate enough to listen, and Soundwave would never let you be poisoned by them again as he captures your interest in him, dragging his servos over your soft, giving body as it yields and bends, skin moving like ripping waves as your weak electromagnetic field pulses along with his.

Maybe it's low, most likely degenerated, he is a mech on a mission when his knee makes contact with yours, legs falling apart to give him way as you follow his frame and lay on the mattress, the light on his visor, a furious invigorated red that burns with the passion only a lover could achieve.

A lover who with enough of the self-hatred stares you give yourself in a mirror.

He pauses and inquires, “Do you know how I see you?”, there is no broken contact between your eyes and his optics if only his visor is the only thing separating you both as his helm looms over you, “do you realize how I see you? Do you understand how I want you?”.

There is no answer, it pains him, to see you like this.

Is it so hard to let you know?

The answer, Soundwave realizes, isn't complicated at all.

“Would you want to see yourself through my optics?”, you squirm under him, fingers over his audial receptors making an effort to get him closer, but he wants a direct affirmation before he flashes the recorder inside his optics.

Soundwave, as a skilled negotiator, can make you see the positive outcomes of the deal, he begins to enlist them, numbering one after the other with his battle mask pressed over your sweet, little port and making you shudder against him, weakly trying to close your legs and stop him, he is sure that is the last thing you want, eliminating any doubts you may have about previous experience, but as a lover, he can hardly contain himself from creeping his digits over your body, making you sing and dance on his servos, you're already smiling nervously, arm over your eyes in an attempt to cover yourself before him, the smile only makes itself tighter as he can't contain himself anymore and the music spills from his frame, the deep bass of his growl and the music makes you vibrate, being so close to him, a sweet symphony fills your mouth, moans and whispers, his spark shines with affection and he can feel his modesty panel quickly being more of a hassle than a necessity, but alas, he can only do so much.

Primus condemns the fact he can not ruin you as desired.

Your affirmation, coming in between moans, finally reaches him, no second is wasted as his optics flicker again, a recording engraved in the deepest parts of his databanks, starting with your eagerness to discharge the fabrics and enticing him with bedroom eyes, fluid movements as he once again presses a digit where you want him, his whole servo manhandles you and pressed over pliable flesh, his digits leave a path that makes him repeat the action as many times he desires. “My spark, you will understand your magic once I'm done”

In between ragged breathing, the realization made you laugh and look at him, perplexed, “Did you just rephrase The Police?!”, Soundwave hums, pleased by your good taste, as always, as his forehelm presses against your head to make you lay relaxed over the mattress once again, digit dangerously playing with your port, coating himself in your desire before he is sure to make it as comfortable as possible.

You sing for him, a lustful symphony as he pumps into your body, every fraction and movement engraved in his memory, every fall and rise of your chest, every tremble streaming across your body from head to toe, the warmth is enough to suffocate as Soundwave presses his battle mask once again over your middle, optics capturing every detail and keeping it for his own, a pleased grin is all you can see as he tunes up more vibration in his voice, his sole digit still mimicking what he could do to you if the opportunity to get his servos over a mass displacement mod were real, but he can't, so all he has to do is make reach your limit with passion overwhelming your incipient electric field, make you fall apart, sing a designation taught to you after long nights of the shared company as he can only grit denta and snarl a deep growl by the pressure over his spike as his valve can only clench over nothing as your little hands come to hold him in place as tremors take over and he indulges you if only a little more, if only a little longer, as his battle mask finally recesses and gives you full access to kiss him all you desire as his designation blooms breathlessly from your lips and dies with his derma over your now frail body, a perfect angle to show your exhausted yet pleased face that makes his engines purr at the sight, trying to snuggle you with the side of his helm as he can hear the thundering of your little heart.

You fall apart, and Soundwave shows you later on, how beautifully you did so, he has just cleaned your body of any body fluid in excess and your breathing is only increasing once again as he projects the recording, the way you unravel in his hold, leaves you speechless, and your face reaches a new level of glow and warmth, it makes him feel proud, finally able to silence the lies in your head, showing you the most obvious and beautiful truth.

As you walked over to him, there was no need for words, he lowered himself to your level, gently tracing fingers over his audial receptor, prompting him to sing, your smile and the warmth in your body signaled another intimate moment.

You brought him close before whispering, "It's time to wake up, big guy."

Back on Cybertron, the planet nearly conquered by invaders, Soundwave is jolted back to reality, away from the recording of a better time, a happy memory, as he takes in the devastation, a moment passes before he fully comprehends the gravity of the situation, and overwhelmed by a mix of sorrow and anger he admonishes himself to pull it together before focusing on the task at hand as Hot Rod calls out to him.

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Yeah, hand me the prompt of Kinktober and, somehow, I'll make it steamy and sad at the same time, make it longer than I wished for but still believe it's good.

Also, finally settled into working with different continuities.

@tf-kinktober2024

[yurinaa-world]

platonic dr ratio with child reader having a personality of madoka magica? the reader is a magical girl and dr ratio idk taking care of their clumsy behavior? i dont see anyone writing for platonic dr ratio and i really need a bit of comfort😭

write whenever you want or idk

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Dr. Ratio platonic! x Gender-neutral Reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with a student reader that has the personality of Madoka Magica

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff and spelling mistakes,

𝒱𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈 𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜

He doesn’t like your clumsy behaviour at all. Please watch you run around during battle; it might be worse than looking at an idiot's face. You're unpaired and should think of a plan before you jump.

A lot of the time, he’ll have to fight alongside you since you’re illiterate and can’t figure out where the enemy's weak points are.

But don't think it’s the battlefield is the only place he’s going to teach you. Count the classroom also because now you’re officially his student, and he’ll ensure you’ll become the best. He’ll make you shine like the star you meant to be! But this means you're going to have to do math…You'd rather fight than do the math!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

Your teacher, Dr. Ratio, immediately stopped you from leaving his class. You already know the problem since he’s 100% going to yell and lecture you for hours because of your poor grades. “Yes si..-" You swiftly turned back but went a little fast and fell right backwards. You were finding yourself on the floor while in a bit of pain.

“Enough with this Tomfoolery.” He sighs, watching you get from the ground. “Sorry, dr. ratio " “It’s Mr. Ratio to you.” “Sorry, Mr. What seems to be the problem?” You scratch the back of your neck, a little nervous. "The math test you did yesterday. Why, no earth, did you get 8 out of 20." 

You might have rushed it a little, so you get out there since you were the only one still doing the test. You didn't know it would be this bad! Now you'll have to do extra work. "really? but I tried my best!" Your words weren't convincing at all to him. "What? Are you trying your best to fail? It's as if you weren't even reading the paper and just doodling on it," he disappointed expression as he turned your test in his hands so you could look at it.

It's just a bunch of cats in black ink and nonsense answers to the questions. "From tomorrow, you're getting extra work," Dr. Ratio goes over to write in his book. You sigh, knowing this is going to happen. 

"come on, it was just a couple of mistakes!" 

"12 incorrect answers."

"I'll do better next! Please!" you clasped your hands together. Hoping he shows you a little mercy, but no, he will never show you any mercy. If you can learn it when he's being nice, he'll beat you instead.

 "you're right; I ensure you’ll get a perfect score.”

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[inmediaslex]

HEIGH HO

HEIGH HO

THIS MOVIE FUCKIN BLOWS

A week ago I made a promise to you all. I said I’d see Snow White and hate it for you so you could be free to watch The Day the Earth Blew Up. I have kept that promise. Thank me. Thank me for enduring this so you can live your life not fucking watching Snow White.

Now I must give a quick kudos to Rachel Zegler who tried so hard to save this mess. In other films she is a radiant star brightly shining for us all to behold. Here she’s a match in a mine shaft. Yes. She is light. But her fuel is scant and her glow is meaningless. Because she is in Snow White. Please God let her have a career after this. This is not her fault. Nobody can stand there in the pretty pretty Snow White dress and spin speeches of La Redistance and not look like a fucking idiot. The fact that the speech would work in a different costume just speaks to Zegler’s power. Would I follow her into battle to recreate the benevolent communist monarchy of Pre-EQ [insert kingdom name here]? Hell yes. But is this character Disney’s Snow White? No.

Okay enough praise. Let’s talk Snow White.

First off what the fuck did they do to the Seven Dwarfs? No seriously what the fuck are these terrifying homunculi? Their heads are as tall as their bodies and they have wrinkles that’re just uncomfortable to see. Yes the retooled Heigh Ho is great and by far the best song in the movie but my God these designs. They look like someone snuck onto the set of the Minecraft movie and stole some of those godawful pig goblin people and gave them plastic surgery. Which, if my theory about them being last minute additions to this movie due to fan outcry is correct, might actually be what happened. Pretty sure every scene with these damn things was thrown together in reshoots with poor Rachel on a blank set dancing with herself. Especially since there’s another merry band of seven we are later introduced to alongside Prince… Robin Hood?

Okay he’s not a Prince. He’s a dude named Jonathan who robs from the rich and… and robs from the rich. He’s just a bandit who targets only the Queen. This smarmy bastard has such a quick flip flop of personality that I’d swear a changeling got him while Snow White was blinking. He starts stealing food from the palace. Food only. Then you see he’s been stealing silver which is never brought up again. Then he takes an arrow for Snow White and is suddenly filled with righteous fury and wants to save the kingdom. And his buddies the Seven Merry Men just kinda go with whatever he’s doing at the time.

But there is a kingdom that needs saving from the most blank faced villain of all time. The Evil Queen, portrayed by a new Disney audio animatronic, is an impressive performance for a robot, but really shows that no matter the amount of effort you go in trying to replicate human emotions there is just something missing.

…

After a quick Google search I have been informed that Gal Gadot is in fact an actual human person who simply cannot act unless she’s fighting WWI with Chris Pine. I retract my previous sentence, and now must add a hearty “what the fuck was that?” Gal, honey, you’re playing the very embodiment of vanity and hateful contempt. Every second on screen should be filled with malice, dripping with pride, and simply bubbling with selfish hatred. Where the hell was all that? Aside, of course, from the glorious scene where she transforms into the Hag. In this moment we see her using guile and subtlety to trick Snow White into taking the Apple. Playing directly into Snow White’s mind and twisting her own good nature and love of her father onto her. It’s really quite beautiful and easily Gadot’s best scene. Potentially the best scene in this sack of ass.

Look. It’s a pretty movie. At least when they’re out in the woods. The Queen’s city is drab and terrible to be in because of course it is that’s the point. The woods and Dwarf Cottage look great though and I’m glad I got to zone out staring at the backgrounds while this movie happened in front of them. This just is not it though. Hoping this and that Lilo and Stitch movie tank this live action thing they keep doing, but as it stands this just… this ain’t it. We gotta get this to stop. It’s just tarnishing a beautiful legacy.

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, at its core, is about making the emotional beats work. It’s not a tale of a revolution. It’s one sad little girl escaping abuse and finding a better life away from the person who caused her harm. It’s about someone being shown love and kindness for the first time in her life and the warmth we can all feel from that. It’s not about the political upheaval. It’s not about overthrowing a monster. It’s about one little girl who is such a shining beacon of love and joy that nobody with a soul could stand to harm her. Rachel Zegler made me believe she was that person. That she was such a kind and loving person that she could be the fairest of them all. But that’s all the Snow White that was in this movie.

Someday when spring is here

This fad will find its end

And Lex will sing

When Disney stops this thing

Someday when the remakes downtrend

[resurrection-of-soul]

Flashback | PSYCHOBREAK 12

Writer: Akira (日日日)

Characters: Koga, Adonis, Kaoru, Rei

Rei: Kya~✰ Undead~♪ Do youw bwest~ Don’t wose~♪ Koga: I was hopin’ he’d show up, but… What the hell is that idiot senpai doing?!

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Time: The next day, the day of the "Flashback" live.

Location: The underground live house near Yumenosaki Academy

Koga: “♪~♪~♪”

Koga: (Damn it! I was tricked…!) (The hell’s up with you, Sakuma-senpai? Weren’tcha actin’ all cool yesterday, sayin’ stuff like, “I’m gonna give it my all tomorrow”!?) (So where the hell are you!?) (The start time we were advertisin’ in all the promotional materials n’ such has already come n’ gone!) (So even though it’s just us, we still had to start the performance!)

Adonis: ……

Kaoru: ……

Koga: (Ughhh? It can’t be helped in Adonis’s case, he’s real meek despite his imposin’ looks!) (This is his first live performance, so he probably got overwhelmed n’ blanked out!) (But Hakaze-senpai- or rather, Playboy! You’re our senpai at Yumenosaki, ain’tcha? So why’re ya tremblin’ from nerves like a total newbie?!) (What was with that “I’m the kind of man you can rely on” crap?! Ya damn liar!) (Everythin’ 'bout this performance seriously sucks! UNDEAD’s the worst band ever!) (Guess I already knew this is how it’d go, though!? Whether it’s practice or whatever else, we fell short on aaall a’ that stuff! There’s nooo way some impromptu band’ll just crush the competition without even rehearsin’ once, right?!) (Of course we’re a fuckin’ mess! This ain’t some manga, after all! Miracles like that don’t happen!)

Koga: (Damn it, damn it, this is so embarrassin’!) (Sakuma-senpai’s even lendin’ me his power! If it still ends in disaster, ain’t it clearly cause I’m too weak n’ inexperienced?!) (I’ll end up puttin’ a black mark on Sakuma-senpai’s brilliant battle record!) (I don’t want that to happen! That’s why! I’ve gotta do somethin’ about this! I have to…!)

Kaoru: Calm down, Pup~ Relax, relax~ ♪

Koga: Haah!? Th-th-th-this ain’t the time to be calm! D’ya even understand our situation right now, ya damn playboy!?

Kaoru: First of all, could you at least try to understand that panicking won’t help? Sorry. It’s pretty pathetic of me to act like some know-it-all senpai now, huh… You’ve probably figured it out by now but, see, this is my first time standing on stage. And, well, actually performing on stage really is totally different from just watching from the sidelines, huh? I can’t breathe properly. The lights are hot and blinding. The sweat’s making me feel all gross and clammy. My mind’s filled with these sorts of trivial worries; I can’t focus at all. My heart feels like it’s skipping beats, and my limbs feel numb. It feels like I’ll just collapse if I don’t brace myself… It’s scary, isn’t it? The real deal. Standing on stage like this… I’m finally realizing that, even though it’s way late.

Adonis: Me too… I’m sorry, Oogami. It seems I’m just as nervous as he is. In the past, I used to do little dances with my mother, who was a singer at the time. In those days, I was young, carefree, and fearless: I had my reliable mother by my side. Without even thinking about it, I could naturally behave appropriately. Perhaps it was thanks to my mother’s guidance. She was the one who made me shine. But right now, I don’t have that guidance. I have to lead myself. It makes me anxious, and afraid… I feel as though I am lost in the dark.

Koga: That so? Guess I can’t be your guiding light, huh? It’s hopeless. Sure enough, without Sakuma-senpai around… I’m useless.

Adonis: Speaking of Sakuma-senpai… I just noticed, but isn't that him standing in the pit?

Koga: Ah?

Adonis: Talking to you guys helped me calm down a bit, so I am able to pay more attention to my surroundings now… Look, Sakuma-senpai is in the audience, waving a glow stick.

Rei: Kya~✰ Undead¹~♪ Do youw bwest~ Don’t wose²~♪

Koga: I was hopin’ he’d show up, but… What the hell is that idiot senpai doing?!

Adonis: It’s a mystery. However, he appears strangely pleased.

Kaoru: Th-that's so unfair, Sakuma-san! You’re also a member of UNDEAD, so like!? Get up on stage!

Rei: Ahaha. I know, I know. Wasn’t expectin’ to hear that from you though, Hakaze-kun. You seemed to be the one with the least motivation n’ sense a’ camaraderie out of us all.

Kaoru: Okay, whatever, just hurry up! C’mon, quickly! If you don’t do your job properly, I won’t pay you the commission fee, y’know?

Rei: Aw, geez~ You’re so hopeless, N*bita-kun³… You get all anxious and stawt cwying when mama isn't awound, huh~? Thewe, thewe ♪

Kaoru: …You probably didn’t know, but, Sakuma-san, you totally just stepped on a landmine. Don’t look down on me too much, ‘kay?

Kaoru: ―I’m not just a spoiled crybaby anymore.

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Rei is likely mispronouncing UNDEAD on purpose here. It’s normally rendered in all-caps ENG, but here it was written not only in JP, but in hiragana as opposed to katakana (which is what's typically used for foreign words).

Rei says ganbae rather than ganbare, and makeyuna rather than makeruna. Children often have trouble pronouncing “r” sounds, so dropping them from words makes you sound childish. Combined with the mispronunciation of UNDEAD (You know what else children are bad at? Foreign words), he’s purposefully acting cutesy in an obnoxious, over-the-top kind of way. Ganbae in particular is somewhat infamous as it was popularized, for lack of a better word, due to a story about a middle-aged man shouting it at the top of his lungs while standing among a crowd of young girls at a PreCure show. So, yes, Rei is 100% being cringey and embarassing on purpose. I chose to render this as uwu speak because hearing a punk teen at a rock concert speaking this way would generate the exact same instinctive, visceral “wtf is wrong with you?” reaction from bystanders.

Yet another Doraemon reference. For those unfamiliar with Doraemon, Nobita, the main character, is an extremely lazy boy who constantly skips school and is unwilling to put real effort into anything. All this gives him a reputation as a dumb and frivolous person who can’t do anything without help, but he’s actually fairly intelligent, as well as kind and generous. (As a side note: Doraemon (who Rei has compared himself to on multiple occassions) is a magical wish-granting robot cat who came from the future in order to help Nobita onto a better path in life.)

[medea10]

My Review of [Oshi no Ko]

Oof. The spring anime season of 2023 was kinda lax with the sequels and reboots. This was welcoming news for me as I was happy to take on any and every new anime that dropped. And I was ready to give the top prize to Skip and Loafer or even My Love Story with Yamada-kun. But then, this anime smashed in like Jack Nicholson in The Shining. This anime was already seen as the most, highly-anticipated anime to enter this season. Of course, the creator also made Kaguya-sama. It’s going to be awesome! And that’s stiff competition as Demon Slayer and Dr. Stone both returned with positive feedback. On the day of its official release, the first episode alone was seen as #1 on all of MAL. Gee, how long did it take for the FMA fan-idiots to nuke the score of this series? About four weeks. Guys, get another hobby.

Besides becoming the #1 anime on MAL with just one episode out, Hidive received the highest amount of traffic to their website for the first time ever. The music video released by YOASOBI for Oshi no Ko trended for a full week and as of May 17, 2023, the video reached 100 million views. Add to that, YOASOBI’s single has been dominating on the global Billboard charts. Manga sales have exploded. This anime is definitely one to behold. Let’s hope that nothing happens to the anime to make it falter.

Before I talk about the synopsis, I should really go a little further when it comes to the first episode. We all know, the average anime episode is roughly 21-25 minutes as it varies. This of course doesn’t include the length and time of recaps, openings, ending themes, or previews. But then, you get several episodes that are 40-50 minutes. I call that the, “Aniplex wants your attention episode”. Yeah, it’s because most of those I see are in Aniplex animes. Especially the Monogatari series. But in most cases, these are just the first or last episode. I just learned to accept it and enjoy the extra-long episode of SAO or Demon Slayer. Plus, it’s just their way to fill in as much content for the season. Oshi no Ko’s first episode clocked in at a whopping 82 minutes. This first episode alone could have been a feature-length movie. Japan actually did put the first episode on the big screen weeks before the television premier. This seems to be a missed opportunity for Sentai Filmworks.

A REQUEST: I do have a request for those blindly stumbling upon this review. If you are reading this part and have not watched at least episode 1, I kindly ask that you close this page and go watch Oshi no Ko’s first episode. Do not even read the synopsis to the episode. It is best that you go in blind. If you have already done so, please disregard this message and let’s get at it!

Ai Hoshino is an idol in a group called B Komachi. She is loved all around Japan. One particular fan (Sarina) loves her dearly. It’s the one thing in her life that gives her joy as she is currently battling a rare form of brain cancer. She dies. She was only 12. A doctor (Gorou Amemiya) who befriended her kinda got into Ai shortly after Sarina’s death. And now he’s hooked. One day, Gorou gets the surprise of his life as one of his incoming patients is 20 weeks pregnant with twins. And surprise, it’s famous idol Ai Hoshino.

Oof. I’m sorry, seeing them talk to a 16-year-old girl who is pregnant is not a pleasant topic I like to talk about nowadays. You all know the country I hail from and how angry I get talking about real world topics.

Gorou took care of Ai for the next twenty weeks to ensure a safe and healthy delivery. The night Ai went into labor, Gorou was murdered by a man who asked him about the whereabouts of Ai. In his final moments, Gorou recalled a conversation he had with Sarina about what it would be like to be the children of a famous idol.

With that, Gorou died and is reincarnated as one of Ai’s twins (named Aqua). The other twin (named Ruby) was Sarina reincarnated. We watch Aqua and Ruby grow as Ai’s children. But their identies were shielded from the public due to fear of Ai’s career being ruined forever. Still though, when Ai is with her children, it’s some of the happiest moments of Ai’s life considering her life prior to idol fame was dreadful. As for the kids, Aqua got into acting and Ruby got into dancing. And even though it took several years, Ai’s popularity began to grow past just being a teen idol and was ready to perform at a super dome. This happiness was shattered.

The stalker that killed Ai’s doctor stabs Ai in her residence and with Aqua as a witness. In Ai’s final words, she was able to give out a sincere “I love you” to her children. Ai is dead. The stalker killed himself. The children’s biological father could be the source of all that has just occurred. Aqua is ready for revenge.

Now, at age 16 is when the real story begins for Aqua and Ruby. Ruby has ambitions of becoming an idol like her mother, but Aqua wants her to steer-clear away from that business because of what happened to their mother. That doesn’t stop Ruby’s ambitions as she ends up restarting her mother’s old idol group B Komachi. As for Aqua, he gets several television appearances. He has no interest in that stuff, but this is the only way to get answers about Ai and their possible biological father as he might be the key or the reason behind Ai’s demise.

BETWEEN THE SUB AND THE DUB: Oh good! Rie Takahashi is in the main cast. Oh…she plays Ai. That’s just sad. So, is Ai still technically a main character even though she gets killed by episode 1? Just curious! As for the sub, Sentai has a dub out. My premature thoughts went straight to Monica Rial. I’m sniffing around to see if she’s even in this. I can sense Rial up in here.

several research voice actor moments later

Okay, Monica Rial isn’t part of the main cast…but her sister is. I was close and thought that either one or both Rial sisters were going to be there. I thought these people did a good job considering the major hype to the anime. I know I usually never give glowing recommendations for any dub done by Sentai. This, they did fine with. This is my first time hearing most (if not all) the main cast.

JAPANESE CAST: *Aqua is played by Takeo Ootsuka (known for Tem on Beastars)

*Ruby is played by Yurie Igoma

*Ai is played by Rie Takahashi (known for Emilia on Re:Zero, Tomo on Tomo-chan is a Girl, Megumin on Konosuba, Ena on Laid-Back Camp, Sumi on Rent-A-Girlfriend, and Mash on Fate/Grand Order)

ENGLISH CAST: *Aqua is played by Jack Stansbury (known for Mendou on Urusei Yatsura 2022)

*Ruby is played by Alyssa Marek

*Ai is played by Donna Bella Litton (known for Ran on Urusei Yatsura 2022)

SHIPPING: This…can get really ewwie really fast.

Gorou’s obsession with Ai was borderline Lolita fetish. A grown-ass man obsessing over a 16-year-old idol can get really creepy really fast. I do give him props as he remained completely professional as Ai’s OB-GYN. Now, what happens when Gorou dies and is reborn as Aqua? Oh, he loves Ai! It’s just that Aqua was careful as humanly possible. That’s my tip-toeing around the scene where Aqua turns down being breast fed by Ai. Ruby doesn’t mind drinking from Ai’s teat.

16-year-old Aqua kept getting asked by his castmates for the reality show he was in what his ideal woman was. He tip-toes around it, but we all know he’s describing Ai. His mother! A woman who died over 10 years ago. And again, HIS MOTHER! Though, nobody else knows that fact so he just tip-toes around it by being as discreet as humanly possible. Because of Aqua’s looks, he’s a prime target for thirsty girls at his school. But thanks to the reality show he was in; he ends up in a fake relationship with Akane. Totally doesn’t help that Akane starts acting like Ai! Because those two “hooked up” during the reality show, they must keep up appearances with their relationship in the public eye.

We could end that shit topic here if not for little miss Kana being little miss tsundere whenever Aqua is around. Oh boy, Kana is a true tsundere here.

SADDEST MOMENT: That first episode killed it in more ways than one. There’s no doubt that every main character here has had their hardships in the past. Ai had parents that abandoned her and she winds up in an orphanage. When Ruby was Sarina, she was suffering from that rare brain cancer where it was a struggle just to walk. And as for Aqua, they never did find his original body. But I was not prepared for what happened when Ai answered that door in episode 1.

I was thinking that stalker guy was the father of Aqua and Ruby and we’re going to have this whole thing throughout the series. Instead, when I watched this guy try to kill Ai, I immediately got flashbacks of Selena. Oh yeah, who could forget that death?

Yes, everything about Ai’s final words killed me. The animation, the delivery, everything! And Rie Takahashi knocked it out of the park!

DO THESE STORIES LOOK FAMILIAR TO YOU?: So, I might be going out on several limbs here but hear me out. Watching Oshi no Ko, do you draw any kind of correlation to any character’s backstory and seen it with an actor who might have gone through this same sort of thing? This story delves into the dark side of the entertainment industry and mostly in Japan. But being American, I can’t help but draw connections to the sad stories I would see in the entertainment industry in the U.S.

When I watched a crazed fan attack Ai, I will always immediately think of what happened to Selena. Seeing Kana try to stay relevant due to being a child actor, I think of a lot of child stars that went on after the height of their careers and while there are some success stories, there’s…well, it didn’t end well for actors like Bobby Driscoll and Dana Plato. Look both of those up, it’s quite tragic. I know these are American actors and most of the story is revolved around what happens in the Japanese entertainment industry. I’m just using these an example because I learned about these tragedies and lived through some of them (especially Selena’s death). Despite all of those stories being decades old, a lot of dark things still take place in this day and age. And with the addition of social media, being an entertainer has become worse.

The Akane storyline…ouch. First of all, social media comments are toxic. I will admit, I used to “Egosurf” a lot in my 20s when I was somewhat relevant on certain sites. It did not do well for my mental health. But I’m not like Akane. I’m not an entertainer. I’m a dork that likes to write reviews for animes and proud of it. If someone on Tumblr tells me I suck, I just ignore it. I probably won’t even see it knowing me. Tee-hee! Back to the matter at hand though. Akane wasn’t really seen as anything special in the reality show she was in with Aqua. She didn’t stick out as much as her other co-stars. Despite it being kinda like a reality show, these kids are still acting or doing what their supervisors say. Akane decides to do something impulsive and it backfired. BADLY!

This resulted in people on social media exploding with hatred for Akane with the most disgusting of messages telling her she’ll never act again or just blunt ones that say “Just die”. Despite the episode clearly stating this is a “work of fiction”, you know they got inspired by the real-life tragedy of Hana Kimura. Kimura was a female professional wrestler for the most part. In 2019, she was in a reality show called Terrace House. During an episode, Kimura got in a verbal argument with one of the castmates. From what I’ve read, they asked her to stir the pot a bit and fight with the other castmate. After this episode aired, fans took to social media and posted a lot of hate-filled messages towards Kimura. This sent her in a deep depression. Two months after this episode aired and all of the horrible messages were blasted at top speed, Hana Kimura committed suicide.

I don’t want to say Oshi no Ko blatently used this one particular story for the Akane storyline. But I’m also not saying that either. This is eerily too similar. It also doesn’t help that this episode aired days before the anniversary of Kimura’s death. I know it’s coincidence, but weird-ass timing. Thank God Aqua saved her from jumping off the bridge. While Oshi no Ko is a work of fiction, what happened to Hana Kimura was not. And bullying the woman’s family is not helping anything whatsoever. Yes, Kimura’s mother is pissed at the anime for airing a story similar to the events that drove her daughter to suicide. She has that right! Don’t bully her because she’s mad at everyone involved with Oshi no Ko. If I was in her shoes, I’d probably be pissed too and for a long time too. Moving away from that dumpster fire…

And the biggest kudos goes to Hidive. At the end of episode 6, they put up a message to prevent suicide and well, you know what? I’m going to do so here too.

As someone who has unfortunately been in dark places like some of these characters, I encourage others to seek out help as well.

ENDING: Since the events of episode 1, we watched what Ruby and Aqua want to do with their lives. Ruby is committed to becoming an idol like her mother. Slowly throughout the season, she and Kana joined Ai’s old production company and started up the idol group Ai was in, B Komachi. It was just the two of them until the end of the reality show Aqua was in. That’s when Aqua suggested to his castmate Mem-Cho that she should become an idol in the B Komachi revival. This is an interesting mixture for an idol group with the daughter of an idol (though nobody knows that fact), a former child star, and a Youtuber that’s 25 going on 16 depending on her applications.

Kana puts up a brave face in front of Ruby and Mem-Cho. But you can tell that Kana is scared. She’s been tossed around since becoming older, nobody bought her single when she recorded songs, her own mother even gave up on her, and all of these rejections kinda caught up to Kana. Regardless, Kana went up on stage with Ruby and Mem-Cho as a rookie idol. B Komachi got their chance at an idol festival to perform. It’s a start compared to a lot idols in other animes. On stage, it was clear that the audience was mostly there for Mem-Cho due to her popularity through the reality show and her Youtube channel. But Ruby got some attention from an audience member who remembered the original B Komachi and noticed Ruby kinda got that same aura as Ai.

Kana felt a little despair while performing on stage. But then we get a déjà vu trip as Aqua is in the audience doing a glow stick dance. Yeah, it was a lot like what happened when Ai was performing, doubt was swarming her, and then the twins start doing a glow stick dance. I guess the performance went well. It’s just that after that we see more tsundere moments from Kana. Mem-Cho finally sees that Kana likes Aqua. And then there’s some friction when we learn that Kana and Akane know each other and are rivals. And when I say rivals, I mean they are like Ash Ketchum and Gary Oak in the first season rivals, they are catty bitches. They’ve been at it since they were children.

A popular anime is about to be adapted as a stage musical. Akane and Kana are set to be in this production. The gentleman that Aqua has been in contact for a while now set him up with a role in that same stage musical. This theater company was apparently where things changed for Ai when she was an up-and-coming idol.

Could this be Aqua’s big lead to possibly meeting his biological father? That’s a question that won’t be answered today. At least season two is greenlit.

Soooooo…after watching episode 1 and the hype that came along with it, did the rest of the season grab my attention? Yes. It totally did. I mean it wasn’t at the hype it was when I had just watched episode 1. After one viewing of episode one, I had to tell anyone who would listen to me that this was awesome. There were however several other episodes that grabbed me. Yes, it was the Akane-centered episodes. Let’s just say any time I saw moments with Kana and Ruby trying to do idol stuff before Mem-cho came were a little boring. I just felt like they were just there and nothing else. Probably just a reminder that yeah, they exist, now let’s go back to Aqua doing what he’s doing.

Am I excited for season two? Oh yes, I am. I’m doing my best not to look at any manga spoilers. It’s hard. Every so often, a spoiler drops on Twitter and you just want to look. Or someone on Youtube will say something about a new chapter and you just want to take a quickie. NOPE! I’m going to stay strong and just practice good patience.

Medea read up about Aqua and Ruby’s father

No self control whatsoever! Not one iota of it. Whenever season two drops, it’s going to be a biggie. Will the anime continue to be a smashing hit when it returns? That’s for the future to decide. I truly hope for the best. As long as they stay with the original material and the same studio that’s animating it, I think we’ll be good. Full recommendation!

FINAL (IDIOTIC) THOUGHT: So, is Ai going to be the next member of Franchouchou on Zombieland Saga?

…I’m going to sit in the corner and think about what I just wrote.

All 11 episodes are available on Hi-Dive.

[grizzledyoungimpact]

Whumptober Day 9

Prompt #9: "You're a liar." Pairing: Brandon Cutler/Kelani Johnson (OC) Mentions Of: The Elite, Jay White, Angel Micheals (OC), Nolee Angle (OC), Cassidy Cabana (OC) Verse: Slight Main AU

The pain of realizing that her half-sister Nolee was behind the attack on Jay White wasn't even the part that hurt Kelani the most. Did it hurt her to see that Nolee had been able to hurt their half-sister Angel so badly due to her attack while the rest of the Elite were hiding behind that stolen devil mask? Oh, absolutely. Kelani was soft when it came to acts of betrayal and this was certainly no different.

Especially not when she realized that her Brandon had been the one holding the camera during the attack.

Brandon Cutler had been Kelani's first, well, everything. When she had been working with The Best Friends against The Elite, Brandon had given Nolee her first kiss. Granted, it was so she would drop Trent Baretta during a battle royal, but it had been her first kiss none-the-less. After that, Brandon had given Kelani both her first real date and then her first real relationship. She loved Brandon with all of her heart.

What she didn't love was how Brandon's "friends" treated him.

Kelani didn't like hearing Matt and Nick tell Brandon to shut up. She never liked to hear the Jackson brothers call him Landon. They were his friends, his closest friends, and in Kelani's eyes they needed to treat him better. Brandon simply smiled and shrugged it off. These were his friends, after all. The things the boys said were just jokes in his eyes. The way they worked him so hard between on-and-off camera work was just how it was because of the two contract situation.

All Out 2023 had been where it all began, or at least that weekend. Friday night Kelani and Brandon were supposed to meet up for a dinner date. She had sat at the table for almost two hours before she realized that he wasn't coming. It broke her heart and dinner was consumed in tears, but she told herself it was fine. All Out was for AEW like WrestleMania was for WWE, and she had experienced enough of those with her father to know how busy they could be. When Brandon didn't meet her the next day to go to the StarrCast even, Kelani again pretended not to let it get to her.

But this?

This was proof that he had been colluding to get rid of AEW Champion Cassidy Caban for a while, all alongside Nolee and The Elite.

Kelani was half done packing when the hotel door opened up. She refused to turn around, afraid to look Brandon in the eyes. Was this the man she had fought against the BCC with, side-by-side, bound together in their own bloodshed? Was this the man she wanted to spend forever with?

"Kelani...I..."

"You're a liar," she sniffled, moving to get into the bedside nightstand for her hairbrush and medcase, "I trusted you and you lied to me."

"You wanted me to be taken seriously, didn't you?" Brandon rubbed the back of his neck, almost sheepishly.

Kelani quickly turned to face him, "Of course I did! But you blew me off on dates for weeks. You continuously lied to me! I know The Bucks suck at relationships, but I never thought you'd take their advice."

Brandon looked at his feet, daring to look upset about his own lies and the situation he caused, "I know I had to be sneaky sometimes and I'm sorry. I'm...I'm tired of being the joke everyone wants you to leave."

"You lied to me! YOu lied to me and that hurts more than anything else! You stood me up and made me feel like an idiot, all the while you've been planning with the rest of the Elite," Kelani slammed the suitcase on the bed shut.

"Where are you...Kelani please..." Brandon's gentle nature seemed to shine through as he placed a hand on her shoulder, "Stay."

"I can't," Kelani refused, hands trembling as tears streamed down plump cheeks, "I won't."

[writingsofanomnivore]

Wishing well- Oikawa Toru x Reader

fluff/angst? a bit bittersweet. this feels like a very shitty piece. might delete. based on a song I really like.

"I threw a coin in the wishing well; I thought it was free.”

Sunlight peeked through the wooden slats near the well, casting a golden glow that reminded you of a certain someone’s eyes. The gaping well beneath your fingers seemed to peer up at you, its depths reflecting the silver shine of coins that almost blinded you. You wondered who else had thrown a coin, what they wished for, or, as in your case—for whom they wished. The 500 yen coin between your thumb and finger suddenly felt so heavy, as if begging to join the others inside. So, you threw it. Let it go, like that one boy you so dearly loved.

“I wrote you a letter, baby,

Signed it from me.”

The letter sat in the book, lying lifelessly as if it did not contain the words you wished to utter to him—words you’d never said, words that required more courage than you could ever muster. You still remembered writing it a year after he was gone. It wasn’t his birthday, New Year’s, or even Valentine's Day, but you still wrote it, signing it, “from me,” knowing your ‘lovely’ handwriting was quite distinguishable.

“Yn-chan!! What is this? I cannot read a word!”

“What are you talking about, Shittykawa? I knew you were blind, but not this blind.”

“a) Rude. b) I bet you a ramen bowl that no one other than you can read your handwriting. Don’t pretend I haven't caught you squinting at your notes trying to read what italic mess you’ve conjured up.”

“Hmmph!” With a huff, you took it back, ignoring the cries of “I was just kidding, Yn-chan!!” and “Yn-chan, please!”

“I’m looking around this town,

Everything’s changed.

That old liquor store has been sold away.”

Your ‘secret bridge’ is gone. A whole road has been built atop it. The water beneath it is now solid brick. The old grandma you’d meet on your way home has moved to the city with her grandson. The cat who would purr into Oikawa’s hand looks at you every day, as if asking where that loser is. Everything’s changed—for better or worse, you’re yet to know.

“I see your reflection in every scene.

I miss your long brown hair just blowing for me.”

Peering at the glass window, you somehow saw his reflection behind you. A part of you wished to turn around, but the wiser part didn’t want to be disappointed, so you looked ahead. Wind entered through the window, and the image of brown hair flowing flashed into your mind. Fluffy brown hair blowing in the wind—it was unfair how one could be blessed with so many things. You couldn’t even be mad because, at the end of the day, it was your love who was the blessed one, and you were the only one getting to admire his beauty. So, with a sappy smile, you looked at him like you always did.

“If love was a feathered wing,

I hope you’d see,

There’s a whole wide world even if it ain’t with me.”

Though these moments are bittersweet, it feels nice to know you’ve grown up. You’re not that same 17-year-old sneaking out to meet someone your parents didn’t know about. You’re not the same 17-year-old saving money to buy Tooru charms, little bouquets, and keychains for his bag. Now you’re 21. You’ve learned how to deal with idiots, stand up for yourself and others, manage deadlines at work, and made new friends. A journey everyone makes, and just like that, you hope he is doing the same. Learning, experiencing the little joys of life, the hardships, and battling each one with grace. Though a part of you wished you could be by his side when he plays his first match in university to cheer him, to be part of the audience when his serve hits the opponent's court—you’re glad he can experience these moments.

“So long to the summer.

You were always my friend.

So long to my lover.

You were there till the end.”

And now summer’s almost gone, marking the third year without you, friend, lover. The sunlight slowly fades as the sun begins to set, making the park chilly. Walking out of the park, you knew this wishing well would not bring him back into your arms, but maybe, just maybe, you will keep wishing.

[winters-on-the-wing]

DUDE.

STOP TWISTING MY HEADCANON TO MAKE IT FIT YOUR STUPID IDEAS. PLEASE.

i TOLD you that i don’t want you spinning my headcanons to turn them into jegulus and you aren’t listening to me.

i’m not using lily as a supplement for regulus. i’m saying that james would chase after lily when he wouldn’t chase after regulus. using jegulus just for sirius angst is stupid. pretending that james would ever fall for regulus just to try and fix him is STUPID.

“it’s also just a big concept that james believes he can change regulus” WHERE? are you talking about the dumb jegulus fanfictions where james is portrayed as nothing but a human prop, a knight in shining armor who constantly saves poor wittle baby reggie from danger? yeah those fanfictions suck and i’m not going to endorse anything about them.

JAMES LOVES SIRIUS. IN THIS HEADCANON THAT I CREATED, JAMES IS IN LOVE WITH SIRIUS. the lyrics of beyoncé’s “jolene” DOUBLES DOWN on this. and you would know that if you actually read my post and listened to the song instead of frothing at the mouth at the sight of james, sirius, and regulus appearing in the same sentence.

“there’s a thousand girls in every room who act as desperate as you do”

this lyric shows that REGULUS is the one fluttering around james. nowhere in the song does it suggest that james is the one pursuing regulus.

“me and my man crossed those valleys, highs and lows and everything between”

“i KNOW my man’s gonna stand by me, breathing in my gentle breeze”

do these lyrics SOUND like sirius is afraid of regulus swooping in and stealing james? NO! BECAUSE HES NOT! the whole point of my headcanon is that regulus is trying to steal james but he never will because james LOVES sirius and sirius KNOWS IT.

so no.

just apologize for misunderstanding MY headcanon and trying to take it over with your idiotic concept and move on.

god i cant STAND jegulus shippers who act like everything is their property, like they can take something that’s clearly prongsfoot and try and twist it into some stupid amalgamation of stale booktok tropes when i clearly stated a boundary, that i want my headcanons to be respected.

you don’t see me reblogging jegulus headcanons and saying “WELL ACTUALLY JAMES LOVES LILY SO THIS IS WRONG”. you don’t see me doing that. cuz that’s stupid and weird and wrong and dumb.

i scrolled through your blog, i wanted to like you. your takes on james are extremely fascinating. giving him ocd. fleshing out what makes him tick, what makes him so brilliantly burning bright at all times, how he’s just on the cusp of explosion. it’s truly fascinating.

but i cant STAND when people like you act like this about the ideas that i came up with. it’s MY idea. and you’re blatantly ignoring my boundary to try and convince me of a headcanon that’s not even good. it’s like- genuinely dogwater. you think you’re the first one to come up with that? “sirius is yearning and james wants the wrong black brother 🥺” and “james tries to see the good in everyone so he chases after regulus to fix him 🥺”. i’m sorry that’s the stalest thing i’ve ever heard in my life. it’s just angst porn that doesn’t even fit the characters.

james wouldn’t waste his breath on a death eater. he literally casts a spell to put soap in snape’s mouth because he can’t stand the idea of muggleborns facing oppression, his entire LIFE is spent FIGHTING AGAINST that! he wouldn’t waste his breath “aww babey reggie…can’t you see that racism is wrong…? 🥺 baby come on stop being racist…for me…? 🥺” that’s not who james is that’s not how james fights battles! that’s not WHO james fights battles with! regulus didn’t just make a few dumb decisions, regulus dedicated his LIFE to the death eater cause, he WANTED muggleborns dead, he WORSHIPPED voldemort and blood supremacy and the ideals of the death eaters until the exact point in which he realized that voldemort didn’t care about blood supremacy, he cared about his OWN power. regulus wanted BLOOD SUPREMACY and only switched over when he found out that voldemort didn’t care about that as much as he did. and you think james would fall in love with someone like that when the sheer SUBSTANCE of james’ SOUL is justice, freedom, fighting for a FAIR WORLD. that’s not tragic or angsty, that’s illogical. that’s a HALLMARK MOVIE.

okay rant over if you apologize then we can maybe be cool but god you chose the wrong day to play with me i’m SO OVER THISSSS 😫

“jolene” reimagined by beyoncé but it’s how prongsfoot sirius feels about regulus every time he’s buzzing around james

[malfoyswand]

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

summary: draco malfoy pays you a visit in the infirmary after the battle of hogwarts, leading to healing for the both of you.

word count: 1.5k

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: none, besides mention of the cruciatus curse being used

➪ masterlist

You were woken up from your slumber by the feeling of a cold ice pack being pressed upon your head. Sighing softly in relief, you were thankful for the care Madam Pomfrey had provided you these last few hours. 

To be honest, you weren’t entirely sure what led you here. You could remember preparing for the battle against Voldemort and fighting off a few Death Eaters. Then, the world went black. 

Madam Pomfrey had been kind enough to fill you in. According to several students, one of the Death Eaters had used the Cruciatus curse on you. You fell to the ground and hit your head, causing a concussion along the way. The Death Eater had assumed you were dead after using the curse so many times, and left you lying there. 

But still, you don’t remember anything at all. Then again, you were not thinking about fighting off the Death Eaters at the time. Your mind was on something, someone, entirely different. 

“Thank you, Madam Pomfrey.” Your voice harshly spoke out as you winced slightly before opening your eyes. However, it wasn’t Madam Pomfrey holding the ice pack against your head. 

It was none other than Draco Malfoy. 

Only then did you realize the looks both of you, rather him, were getting. Your ears could hear the whispers of classmates besides you, asking each other how Malfoy had the nerve to step into Hogwarts after all his family had done. 

“Are you real?” That was all you could manage to say, oh, how idiotic that must have sounded. But truthfully, you thought this was a dream. 

You hadn’t truly gotten the opportunity to look at him up close for nearly a year, until now. His skin was much paler than before and his hair seemed to shine brightly in the setting sunlight. He looked like an angel who was here to pick you up and carry you away. 

The sound of his laughter drew you from your thoughts. “Even in the aftermath of a war, you still manage to find a joke. That’s talent, (Y/L/N).” 

You wasted no time in sitting up, wrapping your arms tightly around the Slytherin man before you. You weren’t sure if it was more for you or for him. 

“Draco Malfoy! I told you, keep her laying down, or else you’ll be kicked out of here, understand?” Madam Pomfrey wasn’t exactly too pleased with the Malfoy family, or any of the Death Eaters for that matter. In her view, they were the direct cause for every bed in the infirmary to be full. 

“Yes, Madam. My apologies.” Draco spoke softly, as if he was afraid to upset her. He helped you lay back down before sitting on the edge of the bed, keeping the ice pack pressed against your forehead. 

“I know I must be the last person you may want to see right now. But I have a reason I’m here, I swear it.” He continued to speak, his eyes scanning nervously over your face. 

You wouldn’t go that far, but you were confused to see him. You hadn’t spoken to him in almost a year, since the two of you had broken up during the sixth year. You knew he was a Death Eater, and you tried to love him through it. It was only a matter of time before Draco was ordered to eliminate all distractions, including you. 

It had been painful. You knew Draco Malfoy was not the villain of this story, but so many had painted him to be so. He never wanted to try to kill Dumbledore, or to destroy Hogwarts. The school was his home, a place of comfort where he could escape from his family. Unfortunately for the both of you, he had allowed the opinions of others to cause a division in your relationship.

He breathed a sigh of relief once he realized you weren’t going to force him out of the infirmary. “I tried to look for you during the battle, (Y/N). Once we..” He winced slightly at the notion of referring to himself as part of Voldemort’s army. “..were inside the castle, I was looking for you in every room he forced us into. My father became aware of what I was doing, he wouldn’t let me out of his sight to look for you on my own.”

“I should have done more to get free of his grasp, I could have prevented you getting hurt.” His eyes were full of despair and self-hatred as he looked at your head, along with the various bruises along your body. “I was praying to some higher power that I would find you first, not another Death Eater. Merlin, I wish I did. I never-”

He was interrupted by the sound of your own voice. “Draco, please, stop. None of what happened is your fault, okay?”

What he confessed left you speechless, you didn’t quite know what to say. You didn’t think his focus would be on finding you, his ex-girlfriend, during the battle. If anything, his focus should have been on surviving. Why would he even bother searching for you, what would have happened if he did find you?

“But it is!” His voice raised slightly, causing every other patient to turn their heads towards you two. After everyone went back to their conversations, he continued in a softer tone. “It is, don’t you understand? I should have followed my gut and never become a Death Eater. Bloody hell, I should have left my family behind while I’m at it. I would have saved this entire school a lot of pain.”

There was a bit of truth in his statement. In an ideal world, he should have never given into the pressures of his family. But the real world was much more complicated. Deep down, Draco lived to please his parents. He wanted to make them proud of him more than anything, the Malfoy family name survived only on his broad shoulders.

At least, the old Draco cared about the opinions of his parents. You weren’t sure about the one sitting in front of you. This one seemed much more restless and daring. 

The old Draco never would have expressed his feelings and regrets in such a carefree manner, even to those he trusted. He never would have shown up in a place that held much of those regrets, just for a girl he used to date. Nevertheless, he never would have shown up with his platinum blond hair a mess with bags under his eyes. 

“Draco, calm down.” You reached out slowly to place your hand on top of his, your thumb slowly caressing his hand. The movement was a familiar one, it was as if your body simply knew what to do when Draco was upset. Although, it used to be him comforting you. 

A soft smile appeared on his face, his fingers interlocking with yours. His eyes went back up to yours, it was as if he was searching for an answer inside your eyes. You squeezed his hand, telling him in a nonverbal way that everything was going to be fine. 

“This is pathetic. I should be the one comforting you, as you’re the one in a hospital bed.” He spoke, earning him a soft laugh escaping your lips. It was quite ironic, in all fairness. However, seeing Draco processing his feelings openly was a comforting thought. 

“You are comforting me, you know. I was surprised that you came back to see me, after everything.” The silence was heavy for a moment. That ‘everything’ held every moment that happened between the two of you. It held every conversation, every stolen glance, everything both of you were too afraid to say to the other.

He sighed softly, tilting his head to the side. “Even after all this time, you’re still surprised when I do something nice for you. Don’t you understand that I love you?”

His confession made you feel as if your breath was caught in between your throat. If you were honest with yourself, your feelings for Draco Malfoy didn’t stop the moment he left you after becoming a Death Eater. It had continued, as if your love for him was a ghost that wouldn’t leave you alone. It lingered in every room, its presence never faded.

In fact, the one thing you do remember during the battle is searching for him too. While you defended yourself, your mind was only focused on whether he was somewhere in the castle. You wondered how you could escape this situation and take him with you, safe from here. 

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spring that on you, especially right now.” You could faintly hear him cursing himself, you realized you hadn’t even responded to him.

“I love you too.”

That caught his attention. His eyes widened, a glimmer of hope returning to him. A slight smirk then appeared on his face, you could see the tension in his shoulders almost disappear into thin air. 

“Those were four words I thought I would never hear from you again.” He spoke softly, bringing your hand to his lips for a moment. “Now, I want you to rest that pretty head of yours and get better. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Yes, sir.” You laughed softly before closing your eyes. You knew the two of you would have more difficulties to address another day, but for now, the simple joy of Draco sitting by your side gave you an overwhelming sense of peace.

[seineroses]

𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒.

(𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮, 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮) 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇g 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 </3

𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 @obsesxxsed

𝗖𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝘆; 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁

𝒄𝒘; 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 </3

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐔

𝗜𝗧 wasn't supposed to end like this..? You two were supposed to retire live a peaceful life away from the sacred demons

If 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲 hadn't been so cruel, you would be happily jumping in her arms smiling under the shining sunlight

Here you are..your body cold, eyes dull, not showing the ethereal smile that adorned onto your face, easily showing true happy emotions she couldn't display

She needed to think of happy memories of you, but all she could think about was seeing you jump into battle, pushing her aside

As they all say, ❝your actions have consequences❞ getting cut onto your stomach, her eyes widening in horror. 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬..? 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠?

She doesn't want to go through it again, no.. No!! You weren't supposed to die-- she was.. supposed to live happily now

Who's gonna comfort her? Make her laugh when angers rises? You of course! No one else can ever replace the feeling of contentment she had by your side

So why? Why are you in her arms bloodied? This wasn't what she asked for.. Maybe she'll see you again

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲.

𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈

"𝐍𝐚𝐢-𝐤𝐮𝐧!" Yelling from the distance running as fast as you could towards the serpent pillar, also known as your boyfriend

"(Name)-?" Getting cut off, jumping straight into his arms making you both land on the ground

Laughing happily on what just happened, 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝘆? Why are you here crying in his arms, blood seeping out of your mouth?

"Y-you idiot! Why'd you jump in?!" Tears falling down his eyes, wetting your uniform "You could've died..Nai-kun"

"It would've been better if you didnt-! Please don't leave me..!" Wailing againts your chest as the Kakushi could only watch in sadness

" 'm sorry..don't want you to die.." Muttering the only words that left your mouth as your eyes threatened to close

"N-no! don't close your eyes! You're going to be j-just fine..!" Tears landing on your cheek as you gave him one last smile

"𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿.."

𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐔

"Tomioka-kun were on a mission together isn't that nice?!" Showing your natural bubbly aura that filled the room with such happiness

"Im delighted to see you ecstatic as always (Name)-san.." Patting your head softly, nodding at his words before walking to the destination

"Wahh-so scary im getting chills! What about you Tomioka-kun?" Clinging on to his arms, as he turns flustered at the sudden affection

"Mhm.." Hearing a faint rustle as the natural bubbly self disappears, furrowing your brows

Holding your katana tightly, as Giyuu grits his teeth, not long before hearing a loud scream, widening his eyes staring at you,

Or the so called illusion, as the demon quickly attacks him in his state, not thinking about what may happen you quickly jump into him getting your body sliced in half

"(NAME)?!" He saw red, gripping his katana tightly as he killed the demon in the most brutal way possible

"No-please..!" Holding your frail body as he wails in agony, he already lost everyone he loved.. But why you?

"I-i should've been more cautious.. Letting my guard down so easily stupid..-stupid!" Yelling on the top of his lungs

"Why..?" Maybe if he were a better Hashira this would've never happened,

𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻..

𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗯𝘂'𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂? <3

[stonedregulus]

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Never Let You Go

Rating: T Ship: James/Regulus Chapters: 1/? Word Count: 4.9k Summary:

Parent Trap but make it Jegulus. OR The time James and Regulus came up with a stupid idea so that they’d never have to see each other again.

Your Mess Is Mine

Rating: E Ship: James/Regulus, Barty/Regulus Chapters: 1/3 Word Count: 3.2k

Summary:

For Cece: Who may or may not have inspired this entire story by taking a bite out of a stranger’s banana on the train. Not a euphemism.

Until You’re in My Arms Again (Remember Me)

Rating: E Ship: Harry/Ron Chapters: 6/? Word Count: 32.6k Summary:

Three years after the Battle at Hogwarts, Ron and Harry are trying to figure out their feelings for each other without ruining their friendship.

Tell Me Pretty Lies

Rating: E Ship: Evan/Regulus/Barty/James, Sirius/Remus, Hugo/Noah Chapters: 3/15 Word Count: 24k Summary:

“James, I love you, but you’re a fucking idiot,” Remus said, crossing his arms.

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Storm!verse:

With You I’d Dance in a Storm

Rating: E Ship: James/Regulus Chapters: 13/20 Word Count: 92.1k Summary:

James is like the sun. He shines down on everyone he meets, helping them feel warm and happy, helping them grow and thrive, and yet he has no idea how much that means to everyone he touches—he has no idea how dreary it gets when he's not there. But when the clouds shift, and he's able to shine through all the shit the universe has put in his way, he brings people back to life. Regulus wishes he was like that. But he's not. Not even close. No one needs him. — The reason sex ed was implemented at Hogwarts.

I Have Always Been A Storm

Rating: E Ship: Euphemia/Walburga Chapters: 1/3 Word Count: 1.4k Summary:

“Mum?” “You know…” she pauses, pursing her lips as if she’s thinking through her words carefully. “I knew someone once who made all the wrong choices. She made them out of self-preservation, not because she cared about anyone else. In the end, it only tore her from all the people she ever truly loved.” ☆★☆★☆ “I know you like I know my own mind, Walburga Black. So you can try to hide from me and your emotions all you want, but I still see them. I still see you. I know you.”

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Unexpected Visitors

Rating: E Ship: James/Regulus Chapters: 6 Word Count: 9.6K Summary:

Walburga and Orion show up for Christmas. Regulus aims to please his gaslighting mother while also attempting to stand up for himself. — Walburga finally rises from her chair seething as James sneaks past them to join the kids in the garage, “I have done nothing but love you and want what’s best for both of you, but you think I’m so hard on you! You have no idea what it’s like to grow up not good enough for your own mother. I may have been hard on you both but it was out of love!” “Oh? We don’t know what it’s like to never be good enough for our own mother? I’m sorry, did you blackout for our entire childhood?”

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Prove It

Rating: E Ship: Regulus/James Word Count: 7.8k Summary:

“What are you doing here?” A voice asked. It was rough and raw, as if the person had been recovering from a cold, and even though they were clearly at an advantage holding James at gunpoint, there was something gentle and curious about it. “Just doing my job,” James responded easily, attempting to turn his head slightly to get a look at the person holding the gun against his head, but the metal stayed pressed firmly against his temple, not allowing him to move more than an inch.

Something of Mine

Rating: M Ship: Barty/Evan Word Count: 5.3k Summary:

“You didn’t want to get clean for him?” he asks. “There’s only one person I’d ever get clean for.” Oh, fuck off. Fuck completely off. “Don’t say that to me,” Evan says because the only other way he can think to respond is to scream directly into a pillow, which he can’t really do at the moment. “I’m serious.” “You don’t get to do this, Barty.” “Why not?” “It’s mean. You’re being mean,” Evan’s voice hitches in his throat, and he can feel hot tears building in his eyes

Baby, Kiss It Better

Rating: M Ship: Darco/Harry Word Count: 7.7k Summary:

HD Sudsfest 2022 Prompt: Character A needs help from Character B, their physical therapist/sports therapist, to take an ice bath. Character A is extremely reluctant/complain-y about it. 🫧🫧🫧 Harry has been avoiding his team’s athletic healer for five years now, but a broken ankle requires him to ask for help from his former boarding school enemy, Draco. Has Draco changed? Have Harry’s feelings about him?

I Stayed There

Rating: M Ship: Barty/Evan Word Count: 2.1k Summary:

“I can’t lose you again.” & “Don’t raise your fucking voice at me.” + Rosekiller — It’s like he’s been transported back in time to that place he tends to haunt when he’s left alone with nothing but his thoughts. When Evan told Barty he’d found someone. When he told Barty he was happy. When Evan left him there in that restaurant. When Barty realized he’d been living in a fantasy of his own design thinking the boy he’d loved, loved him back.

Sorry About the Blood in Your Mouth

Rating: E Ship: James/Regulus Word Count: 1.7k Summary:

Regulus kills Lily and then he and James fuck covered in her blood. That’s literally it.

Broom Closets

Rating: M Ship: Regulus/James Word Count: 626 Summary:

James and Regulus find an empty broom closet

Unobservant As Ever

Rating: T Ship: Sirius/Remus/James Word Count: 471 Summary:

Sirius, Remus, and James are chaperones for the Yule Ball.

Snow

Rating: M Ship: Teddy/James II Word Count: 1.6k Summary:

James and Teddy meet for a blind date

Raw Geggs

Rating: M Ship:Sirius/Remus Word Count: 1.1k Summary:

Wolfstar and toddler Harry make Christmas cookies.

Onesie

Rating: M Ship: Sirius/Remus, James/Regulus Word Count: 840 Summary:

Regulus and James have a surprise for Sirius and Remus.

It Was Only A Kiss

Rating: T Ship: Harry/Ron Word Count: 834 Summary:

Ron & Harry celebrate New Years Eve

[heli0s-writes]

Your writing is amazing! If you’re taking requests for writing could you do Steve x Reader makeup sex after a fight? You could include the fight if you would like but you don’t have to. Thank you! Have a great one!

a/n: aaah this took so long but thank you for sending it in! this is about desire and self/mutual destruction. see the following quotes for more information on where my brain lives 24/7: (1, 2, 3, 4). and this poem, by Ada Limón.

“perihelion” is the closest point to the sun in a planet’s natural orbit.

warnings: emotions- what are they even! cursing, brief smut & angst. 1.6k words. please stop reading if you are not 18+

brooklyn after dark masterlist

perihelion*

“You’re an—”

“—idiot, I know—”

“I don’t think you do—" Sharp curses and agonized fingertips, your hand curling around his neck to wrench him away for a second before you shove him back, letting his split lip gush over yours, the dark copper of his blood sending a droplet into your mouth. “The most idiotic thing—”

“—on this side of the universe, I know—” Steve hisses when you bite, pull at his skin until the almost-healed again cut opens up wider, “—shit—”

“You deserve it,” your tongue darts out, lapping at his spit and teeth and the very essence of him as if there already wasn’t enough of it sticking to your palms and fingers and optical nerve each time you close your eyes. “So fucking mad at you.”

You shove him onto the bed, climbing on top and straddling him, yanking at tufts of his hair, fisting it into a rat’s nest until he’s staring up at the ceiling, the jutting point of his Adam’s apple like a buoy in a tempest.

“Honey,” he winces, “honey. Had to.”

He grunts when you shift your weight until you’re practically sitting on his chest to keep him breathless—to keep him from saying anything else so stupid.

You already yelled at him earlier, right in front of the team when your short circuiting brain couldn’t hold it in anymore after watching him rush back in. Deciding that the point isn’t solely for Steve, anyway, but possibly for all of them to quit being such self-sacrificing morons and get their heads on straight because at the end of the day, for all their heroism, numbers and logic never lie.

“If, on average, Steve Rogers saves 800 civilians every year, but runs back into a building rigged to explode to save 1 life, and he dies—how many civilian lives will he be potentially not saving because he won’t fucking be there to save for the next 10 years? 20 years? 30 years? How long is a super soldier’s shelf life? 40? 50? You’ll be 120 and still swing like a battering ram, Steve. So, tell me—is it truly worth it to get your reckless fucking head cracked open for just one fucking person?”

There wasn’t even a shred of dishonesty or hesitation as he confirmed, “yes.” In his dirt-covered, ash-soiled, profusely bleeding from an open forearm gash glory, he stood tall and swallowed thickly, knowing the hell you’d reserve for him later, and he said “yes.”

Because he’s immovable and he’s principled and he’ll always, always say yes.

You want to kill him yourself sometimes. Simply precipitate the heartache you know is in your future as long as you’re with Steve. As long as what you feel for him makes you selfish, makes you want to keep him from the fight and the fury of the open world. From the inevitable, legendary death of Captain America as he perishes— as he’s wiped from the face of the planet, wiped from ever being in your arms again— while saving innocents. Those hapless casualties caught up in whatever cosmic battle of good and evil and since he’s a shining beacon with the power to safeguard them, he’ll do it to his bitter end.

You want to kill him yourself because he’s made you into something of a coward. Because instead of trusting his strength, all you trust is fear—a lodged knife telling you he might never return.

Well fuck that. Fuck that. Fuck all that.

“C’mon,” he urges, hands up in defeat.

He’s smiling into the ugly popcorn ceiling, one side of his lips curled upward, jaw slack, easy and yielding because Steve offers himself to everything like this: headfirst, wide open, like he’s not just a man at the end of the day, and like he can’t die same as those casualties he’s overzealous about rescuing.

“Don’t you think about me,” you ask after a long moment of staring, the anger dwindling down to a soft bewilderment, and you feel wounded just a slip away. One wrong word, wrong touch, and despite the last three hours of incandescent rage, you’d break into sobbing, confused pieces.

Your fingers unwind in his hair, returning to your side and trembling starts from the pit of your stomach before it rises up to your chest, then to your throat where it hovers high and brittle. “Don’t you think about me, Steve?”

“Of course I do,” he replies, still smiling, finally allowed to tilt his chin down to meet you. He reaches to hold your wrists, index and middle fingers on your pulse, letting the feverish beat bleed into him. “I’m always thinking about you…” he trails off, taking a moment to sit up and maneuver until you’re in his lap.

He burrows into your neck, nosing up your ear, and he’s sincere when he says, “and I think that if it were you, and you were trapped somewhere and someone could have saved you—"

You wrap your arms around him, blunt nails digging into his back through the silky stretch of his undershirt to interrupt but he only shakes his head mulishly, “If someone could have saved you, and they died doing it, I wouldn’t blink twice.”

“That’s not the point—”

“It is,” he argues, “It’s the only point, because if they were doing numbers and math and decided that your life wasn’t worth it,” he breathes, focused and vicious, “Sweetheart, you don’t know what I’d do. You don’t know what kind of hell I’d raise. And it wouldn’t matter for a second who it was because I’m more selfish than I look. Especially about you. Always, about you.”

He’s chillingly serious, gone so earnest that you can barely hear him over the sound of the blood in your ears. He says it plainly, clinically, like reading data of scientific research—like he’s pored over every possible outlook, quadruple-checked his work, and firmly came to one enormously irrefutable fact:

“I have to lead by example so that everyone else will do the same. It’s not their fault so don’t yell at them anymore, okay?”

He laughs again, rolling into the bed on his back with you landing on top of him, arms absurdly locked around each other. And it’s all so ridiculous. Steve with his sense of duty, his sense of fairness and loyalty so goddamn fierce and shameless.

You retreat, shoving your hands into your eyes because you can’t stand looking at him for another second. He’s a fulgent blur of midday sun behind your tears, hot and blindingly true and it hurts you to the marrow. A part of you is on the verge of laughing inappropriately, helpless.

“So what you’re saying is we’re going in circles.”

Steve shrugs, only sitting back up and kissing you, nudging your hands free and wiping your eyelids with his lips. Once, twice, five times, like there’s been no fight. He kisses you in quick, joyful pecks, and presses the happy line of his grin into your cheek.

“Yeah, but I’m okay with that, I can handle that. You can yell at me again,” he says, clever pink mouth stamping your skin with each sentence, muffling words here and there. “As long as you want, as much as you want, as loud as you want, and I’ll take it. Yell at me. Fight me. Kiss me. Fuck me. Fuck me until you’re finished.”

You scoff, trying to dodge and realizing you’re only half-heartedly doing so— forfeiting, finished— because he really is the sun, and you’re just a nominal planet caught in his spell, mindlessly circling, forever destined to orbit him. To watch him explode in the distant future and getting caught in the blast because there’d be no way to go on without Steve Rogers.

“Jerk,” you declare, “Jerk. Dumb jerk. Dumb, stupid jerk. Asshole—can you—can you try--” you lurch your face at him, catching him on the lips, kissing hungry and desperate and broken, “—try to stay alive.”

Because I’m in love with you, is what you mean, because I can’t be without you, don’t you get it? I’m sufficient and whole and I don’t need you, but I don’t want to be without you and that’s the ultimate mark of being ruined because of another person and I’m so utterly ruined, utterly fucked.

Steve kisses back, panting now, fumbling at your pants and then his own clothes, stripping until the pile of fabric is a mass at the foot of the bed, trying to entangle his flushed limbs the same way with yours.

“I’m here,” he licks his palm, slicks himself up, thrusting inside wetly at the end of each word like he’s trying to drive the point home into your soul. Quick like a blade, a reflex, a flashfire.

“I’m right here,” he says, at your collar, his teeth clamped over the bone as if hanging on the edge of the earth with it.

“I’m alive and I love you,” he whispers, then moans, then collapses into keening light—too fast, too hot—and you’re destroyed, because what else is there to do but be destroyed by him?

“And I love you,” he says again, as you burn to ashes, “And I love you, and I love you, and I love you.”

[miadzudza]

New chapter sounds like it offers a logical and consistent development, I'm not disappointed at all

I'm new to this fandom, although not quite new to the manga itself. In the past few months, I'd read it a couple of times. But this is the first time I got to wait for the new chapter release, the first time I had to seek spoilers, and the first time I faced fandom response in real time, as new information keeps coming.

SPOILER WARNING

I'm honestly surprised by the reaction of the fans. It made me feel like we're not reading the same piece of work. Because I'm not disappointed, not even hurt (yet) - this kind of development is exactly something I expect at this point of the story. To be completely honest, I expect worse. Much worse. One of my own predictions is, not only Yashiro having sex with someone other than Doumeki, but him setting the scene especially for Doumeki to see. Yes, I think Yashiro would totally do something like that down the road, in a desperate attempt to gain back control. His way of embracing love is going to be long and messy, because there really is no other way for him. People fantasize about these two having a mature conversation about how they really feel and then enter a healthy loving relationship - but I don't torture myself like that. :D Was Saezuru ever a fan service? I don't think so. It's a dark story, with dark characters, in a dark environment. There will be more angst, pain, heartbreak, loss and death before it ends. And Yashiro will certainly not lose the battle against his heart easily.

The first time Yashiro opened up about his feelings, it was during a dissociative episode (in a bathroom scene in Doumeki's apartment). I expect something like that to happen again. Circumstances may be different. Something has to trigger Yashiro to drop his defenses, like the last time. My prediction is that it will happen when he gets drunk (alcohol seems like a perfect underused tool to mess up his inhibitions). That is also the only way I see him making the first move. Doumeki, on the other hand, is playing smart for now. The pain he is causing Yashiro by being cold and distant, is a safe kind of pain (for Yashiro at least), the type that won't make him run away. Although, it is highly unlikely Yashiro will run now when he knows Doumeki is in danger. He would want to find a way to address that problem, and I'm dying to see his manipulative self taking control and shining again.

I knew Yashiro would face some sort of sexual dysfunction after his pre-timeskip sex with Doumeki. We have to remember: that sex retraumatized him, and in Saezuru - sexual trauma has consequences. Chapter 46 practically confirmed he was struggling with anorgasmia (even Doumeki surprisingly asked Yashiro if he was pent up). But the first hint, I think, was when he was masturbating in chapter 44. He was so aroused, but he couldn't finish. Doumeki would probably find this fact (that he's the only one who can please Yashiro at this moment) very romantic, he would want to embrace him, but I can see Yashiro angrily screaming at him "Idiot, you broke me!" I hope we get some flashbacks from the last four years, showing Yashiro's struggle to enjoy violent sex again. And I wish I could find more spoilers about his sex with Inami, containing translations paired with the pictures. What I found very encouraging is one fan's translation where Yashiro referred to his first sex with Inami as rape. Pre-timeskip Yashiro would never admit that to himself, so he clearly made some huge progress. He doesn't look like he's even pretending to be enjoying the sex. Those are baby steps for fans getting new chapters every 2-4 months only to see more pain and struggle, but realistically, Yashiro's progress can't be rushed. It was a smart decision from Yoneda Kou to give the characters four years to process their feelings and evolve. It means she doesn't intend to drag this story forever, so we'll get conclusion soon enough.