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MysticTober 2024 - Day 15: Bad End: Waiting.

Rating: T (Violence) Prompt: Empty/Hurt WordCount: 2225 Summary: Saeran is saved. They've made it to the party at long last. But they didn't account for every variable, and it's going to cost them. Author's Notes: MC in this fic is named Abigail, nickname Cal, and she's the feature MC of a new full-run messenger fic I have in the works with a friend, @rogue-knifehead. If you're interested in more shenanigans with Cal, including "how did we get here" and "but what's the good ending like", stay tuned.

Saeran looked around the party venue, somewhat uncomfortable as he stood near the bar with Vanderwood. He knew what the plan was. He knew what was coming, and still, he felt like he was going to be sick.

Vanderwood quietly put a hand on his shoulder, and he turned to look at the former agent.

“We’ve planned for this. You have to trust them to do their part, or what’s the point?” Vanderwood was right, of course, but what Saeran was most afraid of were the parts of the savior’s plan… no, of Rika’s plan that he didn’t know about, that they couldn’t plan around. He wanted to be sure they’d be fine, but some of the pessimism that he’d steeled himself with before he left Magenta was soaking back in, despite his best efforts. If something happened to Cal, or to Saeyoung, or heaven forbid any of these other idiots… he would never forgive himself.

Cal was busy greeting the rest of the guests as they entered, and Saeran was honestly happy to stay out of the way, out of the spotlight. Things were already tense, and he didn’t particularly want to draw the attention of the Believers he knew would be in the crowd. They were unlikely to clock him at first glance - he was wearing a white suit, and Unknown.. Ray… they wouldn’t have been caught dead in white before they left. White was the Savior’s Color. But when Saeyoung had offered it to him, he knew. It was his best chance of blending in. Sure, sure, it had pink lapels, which made the pink tips of his hair stand out more, but was that really a bad thing? Zen had said he looked a bit like a KPop star trying to dress down, and he thought that seemed… odd, but then he knew nothing at all about music these days. Or any days, if he was being honest.

Everything he did know about Mint Eye’s infiltration plans they had a counter for. Jaehee had completely rebuilt the presentation from absolute scratch overnight, even including the graphics they’d been planning on using, given how much Saeran knew about the embedded subliminals, it was the safest choice. Saeyoung had made new firewall algorithms to keep out hacking attempts. Jumin had doubled the number of bodyguards, adding an equal number of plain-clothes operatives amongst the partygoers as his usual black-tie squad obviously keeping things orderly. Vanderwood was, while a guest themselves, his very own bodyguard. No one had even had to ask them, they appointed themselves. It was probably because Cal was worried, but Saeran wasn’t going to turn down the friendly gesture. The agent was part of his life at this point, no matter what else happened.

The party had gotten well underway, and nothing untoward had happened. Everyone seemed to be relaxing, but Saeran was more and more on edge. Something was wrong, and he knew something was wrong. He’d moved over to stand with Cal, Vanderwood at his side as usual. He looked up, and saw something that broke the thin layer of ice holding back his panic. Cal was holding the teal and pink sport bottle he always saw her with on the cameras, about to take a long drink of water. Only… she’d left that bottle at the apartment.

“Cal!” He called to her, his voice choked with panic, reaching out towards her bottle. She stopped suddenly, just as his hand reached hers, and the motion sloshed the water out of the bottle to splash at his feet. His panic spiked into abject terror as the liquid soaking into the cuffs of his tuxedo pants wasn’t white but distinctly…. mint green. The smell of it wafted up to greet him and he clapped a hand over his mouth, his jaw locked tight against his body’s instinctive response to purge.

Cal looked at Saeran and knew she needed to get him out of there and to a bathroom where he could vomit in peace but also where she could try to rinse the teal liquid out of his cuffs. The smell was wretched, sickly-sweet but also acrid in a way that made her hair stand on end. She almost drank that the way she drank water. She’d have had half of the bottle down her throat before she knew she had a problem. A shiver ran down her spine, and she knew that later she was going to fall apart, but right now Saeran was in no way capable of handling the situation, and it was his turn to be not-okay. She’d worry about her own mental situation later. As usual.

“Can you take him to the bathroom? I’ll catch up.” Cal said to Vanderwood, who nodded, and started leading Saeran out of the banquet hall toward the restrooms.

She capped the bottle, turned, and caught Zen’s eye. She’d only met the actor in person today, but he was just as insufferably narcissistic and affectionate as he had been in the messenger. Surprisingly uptight due to the internalized misogyny, but just as good a friend in person as in text. Way taller than she expected, and definitely as hot as advertised…. oh. Her focus was shot. Apparently her look gave something away, because he came over immediately, sensing the problem, and she handed him the bottle.

“Take this to Jaehee. Do not open it. Do not drink it. Tell her it’s evidence, and that Rika is or has been here.” Zen nodded, and she almost couldn’t tell that he’d been shocked by what she’d said, but the slight widening of his eyes gave him away. He turned and walked off, and Cal took a breath before turning to head out to catch up with Vanderwood and Saeran. Sure, Vanderwood was perfectly capable of taking care of Saeran and protecting him, but the thought of leaving Saeran during all of this made her intensely uncomfortable.

Cal hurried down the hallway, grateful in that moment that she’d chosen to wear flats. She was short enough that heels wouldn’t have made a difference in height for her the way it did for Jaehee, but the flats definitely let her move faster and more silently. She paused to take a breath when she reached the bathroom. She knew they’d chosen the family bathroom so Saeran could have some privacy, which would also be much less awkward than her sitting in the men’s room with him. She was so caught up in her thoughts, she missed the telltale sound of heeled footsteps.

“Looks like they got a little careless, and left their new party planner all alone.” A saccharine-sweet voice said behind her, and Cal swiveled to see a blonde woman, taller than Cal but still short, with piercing green eyes. This must be Rika. She thought, considering the photos she’d seen, the woman looked sharper somehow.

“Is there something I can do for you ma’am, or someone I can find? I’m just on my way to the restroom, but—” It’d be easier to get out of this if she didn’t try to accuse Rika of anything right off the bat….. despite the sheer number of things the woman had done that were horrible, not to mention illegal. She had to convince Rika to go back to the party, where all of the guards were, where people who knew what she looked like would spot her, where everyone would be safer.

“Oh, I’m here looking for you in particular.” Rika said, taking a step closer. “I’m surprised you managed to notice I was here before you drank your water. This would be so much easier for you if you were cleansed, Abigail.”

Cal shivered. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her given name, but hearing it from Rika just made her incredibly uncomfortable. “Ma’am, I think you should go back to the party.” Cal said, hoping to get her to leave the area Saeran was in. “I can’t really help you with anything out here, but if you look for anyone with an RFA lanyard, I’m sure they can help you out until I return.”

“Hmm. So formal.” She stepped closer again, almost toe-to-toe with Cal, who refused to step back. She had to keep this woman from getting to Saeran or finding out where he was, no matter what. He was safe with Vanderwood, so long as Rika couldn’t get back in his head. “That scent…” her eyes flared hot. “You. It’s You. You Did This.”

Cal flinched. She wanted to stand strong in the face of the suddenly angry woman in her personal space, but the fire of that anger burned so hot and fast that it overwhelmed her.

“You stole Ray from me.” Rika continued, her voice shifting manic, with a sharp laughter to it. “So, who else will you take from me? Will you take all of my believers one by one? Will you hold all of the RFA in your tiny hands so that none of them are free to come to Paradise?”

Cal took a breath. “I have so many things I could say to you, Rika.” She hated how airy her voice was right now, but this woman was legitimately frightening, and at this point she was just trying to buy time so that someone would come check on her.

“Lies, of course. Would they be the same lies you told my Ray?” Something in her tone was terrifying. All of the light had gone out of her eyes, and Cal felt herself starting to tremble from the adrenaline.

“Alright, I think we should both calm down.” Cal said, holding her palms out and taking a step back from Rika. “We’re getting agitated, and that never helped anyone.”

“Ray promised me that he would stay with me. That he would help me reach the pinnacle of our paradise together. Why would he break his promise?”

Was she not listening to anything I just said?

“You stole Ray, and now V has also gone missing. I created the Mint Eye and saved people… What is all that ever for, without them? You’re just the same… You’re just like those people who thrust me into darkness! I trusted them. Trusted… Believed in… And now my light is gone. My sun. My moon. I truly loved them, and you took them from me. They will only come back to me when you’re gone.”

Rika lunged forward and grabbed at Cal’s collar, pulling her forward even as she sank a knife into her stomach, its blade hot and sharp.

Cal sucked in a breath through her teeth, the pain robbing her even of the voice to scream.

“I’ll finish this scene for the both of us.” Rika said darkly, plunging the knife into Cal repeatedly before pushing her away, allowing her to slump to the floor, boneless.

Saeran heard what could only be Rika’s voice raised in anger, and struggled his way out of the panic that gripped him simply at hearing her. If Rika was here, if she was somewhere that he could hear from the bathroom, then… Cal was in danger.

“Vanderwood… Cal…” He rasped out through the panic, and Vanderwood nodded, leaving the restroom.

Saeran scrambled to his feet to follow the agent, making it out of the door just in time to see Cal slump to the ground. The Savior was laughing and running the opposite direction, and Vanderwood looked at him and then at Cal, and at her attacker. The shock at seeing Cal covered in blood broke through the panic, and Saeran nodded at Vanderwood.

“Go get her, I’ve got Cal.” He ripped his phone out of his pocket and dialed Jumin, calling for help, even as he sunk to his knees next to Cal, his suit jacket pressed against her wounds to try and keep as much blood in her body as he could.

The party had been shut down at that point, everyone sent home, and an official investigation into Cal’s attack and the cult began. They couldn’t sit back and let it continue in quiet, not now that someone had been grievously injured by its leader. Saeran told them everything he could, no longer afraid for his life while Cal’s hung in the balance.

Surgery to repair her injuries took hours. Long hours under the knife, and so so much blood. Even after the doctors proclaimed her stable, she didn’t wake. They said this could happen, with her body under so much stress, she’d slipped into a comatose state. She could wake up anytime… or never.

“Saeran, you need to get some rest. Go home, shower, rest. Take a few days for yourself. I swear to you that we will call the instant something changes.” Jaehee was worried, of course, about him. And for Cal.

He looked up from his vigil next to Cal’s bed and shook his head. “She could wake up. I need to be here when she wakes up. She needs to know that I’m fine. That everything is going to be alright.”

Jaehee sighed, knowing she wasn’t going to win this argument. They’d had it countless times in the past three weeks. She’d saved him, all of him, so many times. Waiting for her was the least he could do.

Wake up, Cal, I need you. We need you.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysme saeran #mysme unknown #mysme ray #bad ending fic #teaser for upcoming longfic #mystictober 2024 #mm_mystictober2024 #saeran/mc #saeran/cal #mysme vanderwood #mysme zen

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 7 months ago

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Hi! Could I request a BG3 matchups please? Males only please, I'd prefer monogamous

She/her

Gemini

Intp

5w4

Chaotic Good

Appearance: 164cm. Brown wavy hair, dark Brown eyes. Curvy body I guess? I'm pale with visible beauty marks like on my lips. I wear glasses/sunglasses. I've been described as cute and a tease because I always bite my lips out of habit lol. I often have a tired/annoyed expression or a smile. I wear comfy clothes and even pj outside. Or cliché villain clothes, no in between. I try to wear gloves to stop myself from bitting my nails.

I appear as cold and very sarcastic. But I can be charismatic when I want. I'm always polite unless I dislike you (you'll know it because I become passive agressive). How I act depends on how you act with me, unless I'm in a bad mood. In that case I isolate to not break hearts too much. I act flirty around my friends and is known for sometimes playing with hearts (I'm oblivious to it). I'm petty and can go very far out of spite or vengeance. I curse a lot and will call you out on your bullshit with no issue no matter who you are.

I'm moody and not a morning person AT ALL. I'm brutally honest and it affected some friendships because people sometimes won't dare to approach me. I'm also socially obvious to a lot of things. I'm very curious and have a short attention spawn.

Getting along with me is easy peasy. As long as you're not whiny or a hypocrite we will get along. Now getting to know me is....nearly impossible. No friend of mine has managed to make me spill my problems even thought they share theirs and I help them out. My trust issues and daddy issues are too important for that lol. I don't open up and bottle my feelings all the time till I shut down or explode. I isolate a lot when I have problems or I'm just thinking (I love daydreaming). I'm rebellious but also a smooth talker. My friends know I have good intentions and would never wrong an innocent person. I'm the smart but reckless friend cuz I'll always hype up bad ideas for fun. I can be a bit naive. Even thought I have morbid curiosity and shared dubious experimental ideas....morals ain't my Forte. I'm more logical than emotional. I'm ambitious and can't stand my own failure. But I'm also lazy and a procrastinator which is a terrible combo. I'm always willing to debate and learn new things because knowledge is very important to me. I'm creative and innovative, I know when to get to business. I'm very competitive and try to hide it. Yeah I have an ego, so what? if you don't have a solid argument with me, I'll destroy you.

Despite that, I joke a lot and never take anything seriously. It happens that I underestimate people (I beat them later sooo). I'm a big tease and love to rile up people and see them get angry. I subtly insult people when they piss me off.

Because of that, I get very lonely and I'm misunderstood. I don't recognize my own feelings and mask that pretty well as it fools everyone. i don't consider myself to be a good person for some reasons. I envy easily and get annoyed easily because I want to succeed above all lol. Oh and I love money.

I mostly kin Malleus, Floyd, Furina, Diavolo from OM, Douma and perhaps some ratio or dottore.

Hobbies: Reading (mystery, thriller, fantasy), true crime, video games, manga, drawing, baking, fighting sports (sparing and shooting), learning, daydreaming. I love space and mad scientists stories. My aesthetic is definitely related to those subjects as well as the sea and stars.

I'm insecure about my weight despite not being overweight.

In a relationship, I'm the most chill person. I don't get jealous or clingy. You can do whatever you want. I'm always here to give you advices because helping you out, giving you my time and giving you gifts is my love langage. It bothered my last boyfriend because he thought I wasn't emotionally present and isolated a lot (which I did. I warned him that I accepted out of boredroom and didn't love him but he still went ahead. Then he emotionally cheated on my bd and everyone noticed but me lol. I separated from those friends cuz none told me and I value honesty a lot). I love cuddles but I'll take time to accept physical touch. I enjoy a partner that can keep up with me and be patient and honest because I value honesty. I also love receiving gifts because uh...I grew up with them validating love. I hate whiny and cowardly people.

A/N: Holy details Batman! Thank you so much for your detailed description. It gives me a lot to go on. For you my Gemini Anon, because you wanted a monogamous male result, I think your best match-up would be… Gale!

☸ Gale is a great guy for you! He’s loyal and kind, and very adept at communicating (in his own way lol). He’s equally interested in science, and very driven. He appreciates your inclination towards logic rather than emotion.

I don’t know if I’ve said this before, but I hc Gale as a Sagittarius, which means you being a Gemini, are VERY compatible! You both crave adventure and appreciate being part of something bigger than yourself, but you both also relish the need for independence. This means when you need someone to venture on a journey with you or support you in a difficult time, the other is ready to be relied upon. At the same time, you both value loyalty and commitment when it’s done right. The only thing you’d need to look out for is potential differences in approaching problems. As a Gemini, you see multiple sides of things, however as a Sagittarius, a lot of situations appear in black and white to Gale. You’ll need to communicate on behalf of the grey areas in between for him to see from your point of view.

Gale thinks you’re adorable. And beautiful! “Adeautiful”?? Is that a word? He loves it when you wear glasses (it’s a secret turn-on of his, shhh! Don’t tell anybody! lol) and he thinks your changing fashions from one extreme to the next is exciting. Whether it’s a pajama day or full-on regalia day, he loves what you wear. (Although if he’s being honest, he much prefers jammy days with you. This man puts comfort > style.)

Gale is glad you’re polite, mainly because he doesn’t think his poor heart could take it if you were rude to him. He cares for you so much and doesn’t mind that your facial expression isn’t always one of excitement of joy. He also appreciates how you’ve learned to have an edge with other people. He can be a bit of a pushover so it’s good for his partner to be able to put their foot down and call people out on their bullshit, as you said.

Don’t worry about being socially oblivious, Gale’s right in the same boat, lol! He’s not always ignorant of the social workings around him, he just gets so caught up in magic or history that he tunes everyone else out.

Gale would argue he has a strong moral compass and while that’s true, he also has an insatiable curiosity. Similar to how he ended up with the orb inside his chest, he’ll push boundaries if magic is his end goal. His logic and ambition can get in the way of his best interest. Given the right persuasion, especially any persuasion from you, the two of you could end up in some pretty reckless or precarious situations if you’re not careful. Thankfully, as an expert in putting his foot in his mouth, Gale’s usually quite adept at getting it back out. (And if all else fails, he can always cast fireball!)

Gale is fine with a good ribbing every once in a while, he rather appreciates back-and-forth witty banter. But he doesn’t appreciate mean-spirited jokes or insults, so do watch your tongue in your moments of anger and irritation. Gale hides his feelings as well, so you may not notice when a barb hurts him, as he doesn’t wish to let anyone know he feels vulnerable or sad. He’ll share an insightful thought or comment before brushing it off with a joke, or a pun. He doesn’t want to feel like a burden. That being said, he understands the pain of being isolated and misunderstood. He was abandoned and completely misunderstood by his own goddess, believe me, he knows the sting of abandonment better than anyone.

Gale is so thankful you’re a woman of ambition! He has great ambition and always wants to share such glory and achievements with his partner. He’s also interested in stories about science, and mad scientists as well as astronomy, so he’s very happy to share lengthy discussions with you about such topics.

Gale thinks you’re perfect, just the way you are, even if you don’t feel as such. He’ll remind you with little trinkets he’s picked up here and there (They may be magical, maybe not. Depending on how ‘hungry’ he was that day.) He doesn’t need flashy declarations of love to know that you’re still loyal to him, your continued presence and support is enough.

Gale loves cuddles! He loves getting into his comfy purple camp clothes and snuggling up with you next to a roaring fire. (Tara likes it too because she enjoys the added warmth from your body heat. Also because she gets to report back to Mrs. Dekarios that a new family member may be on the way.) However slow you need to take it, Gale will respect your wishes. I see him as someone hesitant to share physical/sexual intimacy due to his past with Mystra. He needs to learn his human body again, and who better to learn it with than you?

He is incredibly kind and patient whenever you’re involved. He does his best to communicate his thoughts and emotions concerning your relationship. Any book on scientists or crazy experiments he is always so excited to gift to you.

With you, Gale abondans his goddess. He is so grateful you’ve shown him what true love and respect are like.

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#gale x reader #gale imagine #gale x tav #bg3 x reader #bg3 imagine #bg3 #gale #bg3 matchups #matchups

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skania · 1 year ago

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Hello, what do you think about the parallel between

Hikaru Kamiki—Airi Himekawa to Aqua—Akane

And

Hikaru Kamiki—Ai Hoshino to Aqua—Kana.

If Aqua as Kamiki so they said Akane is Airi because they both a famous actress and Kana is Ai because she is famous idol.

Will the story repeat itself? will they have the same story? but i didn't think so. The patterns are similar but the stories are different.

But seeing from the storyline, Akane—Aqua is similar to Kamiki—Ai. Akane and Kamiki come from the same theater and they are both very talented actors and actresses who have star eyes. And Ai—Aqua came to Lalalai when there was a project workshop.

I also found Akane's lines and the lyrics of the same Idol song. Where Akane says "Lies turn into truth" and is also present in the lyrics themselves, broadly speaking the core meaning of the song and Ai's own story match very well. Where Ai also wants the lie to become the truth. So far I've only seen "lies become truth" in Akane and Aqua's relationship. This can also be seen clearly from the development of the story between Akane and Aqua.

Indeed, the Kana-Aqua relationship looks similar but it looks more like Goro-Ai. Aqua and Kana have the power to motivate each other. Kana who hides her potential as an idol and actress is motivated because of Aqua's support. Meanwhile, Aqua, who no longer had any interest in becoming an actor, was motivated when he saw Kana and Himekawa Taiki's acting. The funny thing is that Aqua entered the world of actors (again) thanks to Kana's request. and Kana entered the Idol world thanks to Aqua's request. Their pattern never looks to romance (only on Kana's side and no reciprocity from Aqua).

Meanwhile, Akane and Aqua seem to have reciprocity and their relationship is developing towards romance. I'm neutral and care about the storyline. This is from my perspective as a manga reader and anime viewer ONK. I've read the manga many times and the thing I caught was like this.

And also some people believe that Aqua—Akane—Kana similar to Tokyo Blade relationship between them. And will be like that in the story.

How about you? Your opinion always blows my mind. You are a neutral person if it goes to the storyline even though you are an Akane stan. It's rare to find an open-minded ONK fan.

Hi there anon, thank you for the thoughtful message! To be honest with you, I'm holding off from drawing any parallels between Ai-Kamiki and Aqua-Anyone because we just don't know enough about their dynamic yet. I feel like once we finally see this Ai in motion, we'll all be able to have a clearer outlook about her relationship with Kamiki.

For now, I get the feeling that when she met Kamiki, Ai found that "somebody to practice [loving] with".

It's hard to tell whether Kamiki was looking for the same thing because we don't know enough about his background just yet, but it's safe to assume that he was every bit as broken as Ai was—likely even more so, if his murderous streak is anything to go by.

But yeah, all in all, I'm kind of stuck here waiting for more information. I don't really like trying to predict Aka because he can sometimes do things on a whim, like the fact that Ai wasn't supposed to die at all when ONK started serialization lol

I'm actually kind of shocked to learn that people are already trying to draw parallels between Kamiki-Airi and Aqua-Akane though, because we haven't even gotten a single flashback involving them. The only thing we know is that there was a very inappropriate age-gap between them, which seems to imply Airi was a very messed up individual who took advantage of a child. I fail to see how in the world people can relate that to Aqua and Akane.

As for Tokyo Blade, I do think it's more complicated than some make it seem. Akane plays Sayahime, who was supposed to be Touki's love interest until the mangaka caved in and started pandering to fans, but Akane doesn't fit that role in the actual story. She was never presented as the main heroine, so Tsurugi never stole her place. If anything, Akane's role in the story for the longest time was to be Aqua's ally, so she is the one playing Tsurugi's role.

Yet, Kana doesn't quite fit Sayahime's circumstances either, because her screen time didn't lessen and most people do seem to ship Aqua and Kana over Aqua and Akane.

So I don't really think either girl is a 1:1 fit for either role. I do, however, think Aka's biggest meta commentary was this panel right here:

This is the way people saw Akane up to that point, and Aka knew it so he lampshaded it. He even has Akane acknowledging that if she allows things to carry on that way, she won't stand a chance:

It's also interesting to note that from this arc onwards, Akane truly steps up to be the one standing by Aqua's side. So once again, it's a matter of seeing where Aka is going with it, though I completely agree with you that Aqua and Akane are the ones who have gotten all the big development milestones.

Even when you isolate their moments and simply put them side by side, the magnitude and intimacy jumps out to the eye.

I feel that we can objectively say that there is just no comparison. Aqua and Akane are out there saving each other's lives, getting to know each other, guarding each other's secrets, hugging, kissing, dating, breaking up yet still fighting to keep the other safe, etc. Meanwhile Aqua and Kana seem perpetually stuck, the distance between them hasn't lessened. Their relationship hasn't evolved.

Of course, this doesn't necessarily mean that they won't end up together either way, because this is a fictional story after all and the author can do whatever he wants. But it does beg the question of why in the world has Aka kept his supposed endgame so static while Aqua and Akane got all the mutual development lol

Thank you once again for the compliment anon! I think it's because I've won and lost love triangles many times, so I've learnt to recognize the signs that point towards both sides of the equation 😂 There's also the fact that I'm in this for Akane, so whether or not she ends up with Aqua is besides the point as long as Aka does justice to her character and to their dynamic.

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I forgot to mention that Tokyo Blade-wise, I've always felt like this scene may be foreshadowing! If anyone is mortally wounded, I am fully expecting Aqua to get his miracle (be it through his own medical merits, through the Crow Girl or by any other means).

#onk asks convos #my aquakane meta

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azzyisepik · 2 months ago

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— DAY 18 ; NOCHE DE ESPECTÁCULO —

For this day of Mes De Los Tres Caballeros, I didn't have much motivation to draw, so take this story instead!! I haven't written in a while, but I decided to write this story not only for fun, but to also save myself some time so I can also start drawing some personal things, rather than things catered to the event.

The night sky was hypnotic, the way the stars would stand so still yet somehow look as if they were dancing to a melody, and ah, the way the moon robbed the sun of it's glory, shining oh so bright from stolen light. It was beautiful, it was almost like you'd been caught in a trance.. Oh, to not love or at least admire the talent the world produced once it hit 12:00 am, it’d be a crime!

.. Then call Panchito a criminal. Panchito was never a fan of the night, he found it boring — how everyone was so silent, how the darkness made it hard to travel with his beloved horse, Señor Martinez. The night wasn't a gift, it was a BURDEN. And he'd never find himself batting an EYE at that moon, that selfish globe that so rudely took the sun’s work and got all the credit. And those stars? Those stars were nasty little gremlins, following the moon’s order like the minions they are! Yes, Panchito couldn't STAND night. So why in God’s name was he out at this time?

Panchito was sitting on the cold grass, alone, staring at the ground. He refused to look up, he couldn't, it'd be too painful, especially with the news he had just received. The temperature of the turf felt like it was attacking his tail feathers, mainly because each time he tried to rest them onto the greenery it was like the sward attempted to freeze him. However, the rooster didn't really care at this point. Slowly laying down, he let the cold embrace of the lea affect him, closing his eyes, still in distress.

He pondered to himself — how? How on Earth could somebody live such a happy, long full filling life and then just pass away like that? And not only HOW, but WHY? Why did God make these decisions and why did he, of all people, have to suffer the consequences? He didn’t understand. It hurt him, it hurt him so much that he couldn’t even bare to think about it, yet here he was.

A small, yet somehow so impactful tear went down his cheek. Brushing against his feathers, tears started to uncontrollably roll down, and at this point, he couldn't stop. He silently cried to himself, the once so loud rooster was now lonesome, sobbing in a quiet environment and for once in his life, he matched that environment. Why? Why did the Lord above take away the one person who he loved the most,

Why did his mama have to leave so soon?

shedding tears with his eyes closed to refrain from gazing upon the sky and, in his opinion, it's disgraceful stars, he hadn’t even realized that a familiar duck was approaching him.

Donald quietly walked over, trying not to alert his weeping boyfriend. Staring down at him, he wondered if he should sit down with him. Sighing, the white fluffy waterfowl crouched down and laid beside the red rooster.

“ Mind if I join? ”

He asked with a soft, tender tone in his voice. Panchito opened his eyes, immediately staring at his boyfriend, trying not to look at the sky. He didn’t want to pay any mind to it at all, he hated it and it hated him. Well, at this time, at least. Panchito wiped his tears, trying to act as if nothing had happened, automatically acting all giddy and energetic, as one would say.

“ Ah, Mi Corazon! What are you doing up so late? Should you not be sleeping with Zé? ”

Donald put on a grumpy face, not falling for this facade.

“ Chito, you can be honest with me. ”

“ What do you mean? I'm fi- ”

“ You can be honest with me, Chito. ”

Said Donald in a stern voice, he wasn’t going to let his partner bottle up his emotions, oh he wouldn’t even DARE. And so, he awaited for a response after a long pause.

After a few seconds, the silence came to an end, with Panchito finally giving in.

“ .. Am I that obvious? Well, I suppose I cannot exactly hide it from you, no? Ah.. I’m just.. what’s the word, hm? Torn, I guess. Denial, perhaps, but I cannot accept it, patito. She.. She was so young. Happy, HEALTHY, even. So why? Why did she have to leave? Was I simply not good at taking care of her? Did I not do a good job? I just.. Why?? That’s the question, Donald, and it's not even rhetorical, yet I’ll never receive an awnser. ”

Panchito said. He really was torn, as he described, he had no idea why his mother had to die like that. Why she had to leave the face of this earth, why she disappeared. It pained him so much to know that he couldn't even be there when it happened, that he couldn't even be there to support her.

“ Well.. Listen, man, the first thing you gotta know is that it isn’t your fault. You don’t have the money to go back to Mexico right now, we all don’t have money to go where we need to go to right now. You can’t control what happens and you can’t control anyone’s fate, there’d be no difference if you were there. In the end, she still would’ve died. ”

“ But you do not understand, Donald, maybe I could’ve helped her — she was sick, I could’ve at least- ”

But before Panchito could even finish his sentence with tears streaming down his face, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“ Hey, if it makes you feel better in any way, she isn’t really gone, is she? ”

Panchito stared at Donald, an expression of confusion yet almost anger began to form on his face.

“ Look, up there. ”

He pointed to the sky, the one thing Panchito had sworn to avoid.

“ She’s there now. She may be dead, but she isn’t gone. Because now, she’s simply just the stars. And not even the stars, she’s everything up there. The moon, the blue inky abyss.. Even the clouds, on a foggy night. That’s all her. You just gotta remember that. ”

Suddenly, everything Panchito was trying to avoid started to feel more.. appealing to him. Comforting, even. He gazed upon the stars, and stared at the moon, and now, it seemed to him as if the moon wasn’t ROBBING the sun, but rather borrowing it’s light. Taking turns during their show, and working together, like a team.

“ ¿Los Estrellas, ah? ”

“ Yeah. ”

“ .. Yo veo. ”

Everything around Panchito started to change, and now, for some reason, the night sky had brought him a feeling of warmth, rather than hatred. It was no longer a burden to him, and it didn’t feel selfish anymore. It eased him.

“ Ella es hermosa. ”

THE END

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togetherhearted · 8 months ago

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Hi! May I also get a match please? For twst, Reverse and HSR

She/her

Gemini

Intp

5w4

Asexual/heteromantic

Chaotic Good

I'm insecure about my weight despite not being overweight.

I speak Arabic, French and English. I'm an only child. I study electronics and want to work in space related studies.

Thanks!

Of course you may!

Always a pleasure to see peolle jumpjng on this silly game of mine.

That said,I hope my intuition guided me to the right path as I matched you with these lovely guys.

#debby matchups #matchup #twisted wonderland #honkai star rail #reverse 1999 #jing yuan #trey clover #x reverse 1999

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whiskersz · 9 months ago

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Hi! It's me for the matchups exchange hehe

She/her

Gemini

Intp

5w4

Asexual/heteromantic

Chaotic Good

I mostly kin Malleus, Floyd, Furina, Diavolo from OM, Douma and perhaps some ratio or dottore.

I'm insecure about my weight despite not being overweight.

I speak Arabic, French and English. I'm an only child.

I hope it is not too long. Have a great journey!

Hello there! Super excited for this matchup exchange as it’s my first one! I’m not going to lie, it took me a while to get you figured out, but I think that ultimately I managed to pick the perfect match.

What’s your favorite cocktail? Cause this guy’s gonna mix it for you, as I match you with...

Husk!

I think Husk is a good match for you for a number of reasons. First of all, even though he might not look like it, he’s very patient and observant, as shown in one of the episodes of the series too. He easily reads people’s emotions, so he doesn’t need you to be open about them to understand if you’re going through something. If bottling up your emotions is your go-to coping mechanism, he’s not going to think twice about calling you out on it and on whatever you’re actually going through. He might do it a bit harshly at first, but his tone is quick to change into a gentler one as he doesn’t want you to get defensive and build up more unnecessary walls between you two.

Husk is not really afraid of getting called out by you; he’s got nothing to hide, so while this aspect of you calling people out on their bullshit might intimidate somebody, he’s not included in that group of people. If anything he’s going to call you out first as I mentioned earlier, and he’s going to make sure that you’re always sincere with him from that moment on.

He’s also not really bothered by your habit of cursing a lot, as he does so himself. He thinks some curse words are pretty hilarious if used at the right moment, and he won’t hide the occasional chuckle when you curse over something that he finds particularly funny.

With the flirting however, he’s going to act annoyed over it at first...because he is. A little bit. He actually genuinely likes you as a person and ends up catching feelings for you in the long run, but by God, why do you have to be such a tease? It’s not really typical to see him blushing, but he’ll end up having to turn around or hide his face a lot around you because he just can’t help but get embarrassed by some of your teasing. He’s glad his fur kind of conceals some of it, at least. He’s eventually going to start teasing you back, mainly by calling you pet names seemingly out of nowhere. What comes out of it is a very fun friendly and perhaps romantic banter.

What really did it for me was when you said that you need a partner who can both keep up with you and be patient and honest; Husk can very well be this kind of partner, even though he leans more towards having a pretty low energy but I don’t think it’s an issue as you don’t seem to have the highest energy yourself. Though he loves when you bring out your charisma, he thinks it’s very attractive.

Speaking of attractive, he absolutely loves your beauty marks, he reminds you this almost every day along with reminding you that you’re beautiful in general. Husk is a gentleman at heart with his partner, so he’ll do it in a very sweet and genuine way, and he will never be vulgar with his compliments. If you like pet names, he will use those for you, especially things like ‘doll’ and ‘bella’, which means beautiful in Italian.

Husk admires the fact that you can defend yourself, both verbally and I’m guessing physically, since your hobbies include fighting sports. It’s another thing about you that he finds infinitely attractive. Still, in moments of danger, he will never let you defend him and do nothing for you, if anything you’ll either be asked to stand back so he can do all the work or you’ll be fighting back to back and looking out for each other.

He really appreciates you not being clingy in your relationship, as he sometimes needs his space, but he’s a cuddler at heart so once you get comfortable with physical contact he’ll be all over you as long as he has your permission. During cuddles, his cat instincts slightly take over, especially when he’s sleepy...so you might get asked to scratch him under his chin or behind the ears, don’t fret though as you’ll be rewarded with a good amount of purrs.

I honestly do not think that Husk is a morning person either; if he’s grumpy during the day, imagine when he’s just woken up. When you two wake your bed is a mess of intertwined limbs and feathers he’s lost during the night while moving around, and none of you has any intention of getting up and making the situation better. Instead you opt for taking those sweet five more minutes under the covers, his tail wrapped around your waist protectively.

He also takes an interest in listening to you talk about your hobbies. I have a feeling that he’s not a fan of many hobbies honestly, but you could get him into something, such as reading. Spending hours together in silence as you read your favorite genre of books or stories and he picks up some Action novels sounds like a good time, no? Especially when it’s a bit cold outside, and he has you curled up against one of his warm wings.

Hi hi ^_^ it’s me again! I wanted to say that this was very fun to write and to inform you that I was really about to match you with Adam, because you really sound like a person who could keep up with him; I ultimately decided not to do that because you mentioned that you’d rather be in a relationship with a patient person, and that you don’t like whiny people – which he kind of is, let’s be real with each other. Anyways! I hope you enjoyed, and that my choice wasn’t a flop :D Here is an Husk ^^

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the-bar-sinister · 13 days ago

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Deicide: Red Shift (47895 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 11/?

Summary: A mysterious signal is drawing ships across the Grand Line to a place called Elegia for the first ever concert by the rising star singer, Uta. Following the signal are Cross Guild and fallen emperor Shanks, the Charlotte family, the Donquixote Pirates and the shattered remnants of Law's crew, and Kid's crew, and Cavendish and Bartolomeo.

And the Straw Hats and their captain Luffy, who hasn't seen Uta since they were both little children at their idol Shanks' knee.

Perhaps this meeting was ordained by fate. Perhaps, in the end, there was only ever one tragic outcome possible.

But Luffy has other plans.

catch up here

The guard room was fairly large, but it still wasn't large enough to hold the Straw Hats and the Donquixotes. Usopp was fairly sure that all told there were more than two dozen of them, none of them wanting to take their eyes off the others while Luffy and Law were upstairs… working things out. However they were going to work out. Usopp was not at all sure that things were going to stay as civil as they were, not with the way Sugar was looking at him.

The small woman…girl? Woman? The small doll stood just out of arm's reach of him with one bright eye narrowed, the other, the one under her monocle, seeming to hitch just a bit wider on what looked like old scar tissue as relay ed through inhuman porcelain skin.

The look of silent, seething fury on her face was unmistakable though, her lips in a sharp frown as she flexed her fingers by her side with a soft series of clacks.

Usopp tugged at his collar and fought with himself whether to try to strike up a conversation, or just to try to hide behind Franky. All around the room, quiet, tense conversations were starting between members of the two crews who had, for the most part, been serious enemies for a while.

Not all of them, though, Usopp was still boggling to see Bepo there among them, and saw that the bear mink was now waving down Carrot with a large grin on his face.

Geeze…now this was a situation Carrot had never expected. On one hand—she was glad that things weren't erupting into all out violence! On the other, well—she remembered Dressrosa well, and the people they were now crammed into a room with were the masterminds of that whole stupid mess.

BUT—well, people change, right? That was the only reason she could think of why she'd see Bepo, one of the few other minks she'd seen in her time venturing outside Zou, hanging out with them along with Law, the guy who, ya know, had basically asked them to take these guys all out for him.

Still, she couldn't contain her excitement when Bepo waved over to her with a smile, practically leaping across the room with rabbit-like speed to tackle him in a hug with an exclamation of "GARCHU! Wow, long time no see! Since what? Zou?"

Bepo huffed out a greeting in return and nuzzled against her happily, squeezing her in his big arms. "I think! I don't think we were even in the same room for a minute on Wano!"

"Yeah! I know right? Things were crazy on Wano—I don't think I had a minute to THINK with all the chaos. All that ninja stuff—and then the infiltration, I'll be honest Bepo, I have no idea what you were even up to on that little island!"

"I was captured for a while," he said with a sigh. He had started running his claws through her hair, straightening and brushing it. "Other than that I was mostly following around after Law. How about you?"

Carrot nuzzled him affectionately. So many people on the grand line didn't understand the importance of minkship— of the casual intimacy of touch between friends who cared for one another.

"All the way to the Donquixotes, I guess! That's gotta be an interesting story!" she laughed quietly. "Gosh, after Wano? Well….things kinda went sideways when Luffy's ship got boarded by Emperor Shanks—you know, the guy he used to look up to?"

"Shanks?" Bepo blinked. "You guys got boarded? For real? That had to be scary!"

Actually, now that she thought about it, even Bepo had been more shy last time they'd been together. She'd chalked it up to him having lived with humans for so long, but something seemed to have changed now.

She nuzzled against him again, her curiosity pinging stronger as she looked up at him with her bright, wide eyes. "It was kind of scary. But they had a big fight and Luffy drove him off—I'm not gonna air my captain's dirty laundry but—but Shanks was saying some pretty cruel stuff."

"That's awful." Bepo shook his head, nuzzling her closely and snuffling at her ears. She noticed that the crest of his fur had been braided. "As I think you heard, we didn't have a much better time after Wano…"

"Yeah!" Carrot frowned. "I…I can't believe that big JERK sunk your ship and took out your crew!" Her sharp nails scritched his fur by his neck as she huffed happily, ears twitching against him "we'll kill him for it, someone here will at least!"

She looked up at him with a half smile "but something good must have happened—you've definitely opened up since Zou!"

His ears flicked as she scritched him and he made a pleasant grumbling noise. "Well… I've been trying. Um. The new crew is a lot more open…"

She watched his gaze flick over to some of the Donquixotes, in particular a quite tall man with braided hair.

The tall man seemed to catch his eye, grinning from ear to ear as he waved—distantly, Carrot felt like she remembered him from Dressrosa, though his name didn't come to mind.

"They're open, huh? I guess I can see that—they always kinda had the feeling that they'd be fun if they weren't, you know…trying to kill us." Her nose twitched a little as she bumped Bepo again with a smile. "Who's that?"

She watched him bristle and his ears flush as he smiled bashfully. "Oh uh, that's Buffalo." He gave him a little wave, as the man noticed them looking at him.

"Buffalo—oh!!!" Carrot hopped a little as she remembered. "He hit me with that spinning thing of his in Dressrosa! It got my bees all out of sorts! Hi Buffalo! Glad we're not enemies anymore! Glad I'm not bein' asked to kill you!"

Buffalo seemed to freeze up slightly across the room before his smile turned a little confused and he managed a "t-thaaanks? Me too?"

Zoro had known this day was going to be weird, but he did not understand how weird it was going to be until he found himself crammed in a room full of Donquixotes and nobody had their weapons drawn. That was almost a shame because you could cut the tension in the room with a knife. His good eye bounced from familiar face to familiar face— he was surprised how low his gaze was when he got to Pica. It looked like he'd managed to cut the guy down to size after all.

At some point the cook had started to move. His long-legged swagger carried him across the room and towards a lone girl in the fishnet shirt, short shorts and a smoldering cigarette as she tapped her foot against the ground in a sort of tense, anxious irritation.

For some reason the thought of 'maid' came to mind despite her utterly maid-like attire.

Zoro was already moving to intercept the cook's shitty attempt at inter-crew diplomacy before his brain was fully in gear and he realized that 'maid' came to mind because he'd seen her in a maid outfit in Dressrosa.

That certainly didn't stop him from moving to intercept, though conversation of some kind at least had already started by the time he got there.

He came in mid sentence, Sanji leaned on the wall near the woman "--now I'd hate to ask such a beautiful woman about someone else, but…"

The girl outside of her maid dress had gone a little pink, shifting from side to side as she waved her hand and chewed on the end of her cigarette. "Fuck, don't worry about it! I mean, I'm worried too."

Zoro furrowed his brow. What the hell was the cook worried about? He crossed his arms, frowning and was about to ask when the synapses connected. Oh, the girl that had collapsed. Chopper and Caesar had her in the other room, doing some kind of examination on her. Hadn't she been the one that Sanji was talking about after Dressrosa?

Before he left for his big wedding.

Zoro gave him a warning look instead of interrupting him for the moment.

"Yeah, I'd bet—it's troubling your pretty face," Sanji purred as he smiled around his cigarette. Between the two of them, the corner of the guard house was filling up with dueling scents of different tobacco mixtures and smoke. He glanced sidelong, seeming to meet Zoro's eye before he leaned in closer. "so why don't we reassure one another, Baby 5."

Baby 5 blinked.

"Uhm…" she took a long puff from her cigarette and glanced towards Zoro briefly. "I mean, the doctors don't seem to be screaming and runnin' around, so Violet's probably just, I dunno— fuckin' overwhelmed. Maybe it's all the voices around here? It's crowded."

"It wasn't that crowded on the bridge when she collapsed," Zoro interjected. He didn't bother to add the rest of his thought— if that were the case, wouldn't she have collapsed while they were in the concert area?

"Mosshead, d'ya know how far she can SEE? This whole island's well within her range. She's pickin' up everyone here and then some!" Sanji snapped back "Baby 5, don't pay any attention to him, he's got as much good sense as he's got a sense of direction."

"Well, I mean—" Baby 5 chewed nervously on her cigarette with a scowl—Zoro could see as she turned each of her fingers into gleaming knives one at a time before they faded back to human flesh. A repeating tic that she performed a few times in succession. "The last thing she said before she collapsed was 'I'm blind' and somethin' about the island."

"Yeah, what was that about?" Zoro shrugged. He certainly didn't know. He didn't know why Viola was even there, anyway. He was pretty sure Sanji had said that she'd left the Donquixote family. But maybe the idiot cook had just had the wool pulled over his eyes.

Baby 5 continued as Sanji's brow furrowed—was it concern? Confusion? Who knew. "Poor Violet—I mean, whatever's fuckin' happening did a number on her. I hope she's gonna be alright. I mean—she came back to the family, so we've gotta look out for her."

"Hahah…" Sanji laughed, before he noticed Zoro glaring his way and the bravado leapt back into his voice to send him leaning playfully on the wall beside Baby 5.

"She'll be alright, Baby 5…, ut you show your colors beautifully, you know. A lovely, smoldering flower like yourself— overwhelmed with care for one of your own. Even one who I'd been told had— well, left the Donquixotes for good!"

Here it came. Zoro was going to have to be ready to field it when Sanji inevitably got his feelings crushed. Again.

"Well yeah, she was a fuckin' traitor for a little bit," Baby 5 bristled—literally bristled with what looked like hundreds of knives' edges—before she flashed a broad grin. "But she came back to us—she actually saved the entire family from her father and helped us track Doffy down to bring the family back together! She's always been onna us, even if she —hey, uh, you alright man?"

Sanji's shoulders were shaking, and he'd gone white as a sheet as he pressed his hand to his face "---and now she's back with the Donquixotes, after all that—huh."

"Don't faint there, cook," Zoro growled, putting his hand on his shoulder. It was a tease, but for a moment with how pale he looked, he was actually worried.

"I ain't gonna faint, Mosshead!" he snapped back—though he gave him a thankful smile "I just really—I dunno I thought she really did want help gettin' out of the Donquixotes. It's just a bit of a surprise."

"I mean—" Baby 5 leaned forward with the clinking of her metal fingers as they phased through different weapons again. "We were surprised too, you know. We thought she turned her back on us forever, went back to bein' a princess or a queen or whatever. But—I dunno. We ain't as bad as everyone thinks we are."

Zoro glanced up at the ceiling, thinking of Luffy. That was probably what Law was telling him, too.

A fishman! A fishman! Another Fishman!!!! Derringer couldn't stop his excitement as he practically bounded around the other man inside the guard house—the SUPER TALL and BUILT LIKE A BRICK HOUSE Jinbei, the first son of the sea.

Oh ho, he was a famous one. A warlord, a former Sun Pirate—as far as fishmen went he was prooobably the most famous ever, ever! And now here he was, in fangs distance to little ol' Derringer—the half fishman reject, the Donquixote's special little guy. Him!

He giggled eagerly, his hand covering his mouth as he watched Jinbei's expression with pin-pricked red eyes "gooshhhh" he tittered. "You're handsome, Mr. Jinbei, has anyone ever told you that? You look positively De~li~ci~ous~!"

Jinbei cocked his head at him, looking down as he towered over, practically blotting out the light. "Actually the last time someone told me I looked delicious, it was a threat."

"It could be a threat if you want it to be a threat!" Derringer laughed, batting his long eyelashes at him as he leaned in closer. He wanted to see how he reacted—he wanted to see what this legend was like! Was he anything like him? Did he feel the fighting fish blood fever? The anger? The excitement? "Or, ya know, whatever!"

"Or whatever, hm?" Jinbei's wide mouth formed a smirk, and Derringer could see his fangs peeking out. "That's a dangerous proposition, young one. Especially in circumstances like these."

Despite his words and his calm manner, there seemed to be a teasing sparkle in the older man's eye. Baiting him, if only a little.

"I'm not scared of a little danger!" Derringer said proudly "I grew up a fishman in the North Blue an' Dressrosa!!"

And everyone knew how fishmen were treated, even half-fishmen—maybe even especially half-fishmen.

He leaned a little closer, the sharp edges of his sharp teeth showing as he snapped them. "and anyway, a tussle would proooobably spice this place up a bit. A little sweat, a little blood—a little exertion! I mean, it's the big reunion of the Straw Hats an' the Donquixotes! Let's get freaky with it!"

Jinbei laughed and he laughed merrily. "You remind me of old friends, young one. But I won't break the peace unless my captain gives the order."

Derringer's eyes practically sparkled as he leaned in closer, closing the distance—where was the fun in staying apart? I mean, they say fishmen had to stick together right? So why stay so far apart? Besides—wouldn't it be funny to see his face when he smooshed up right next to him? He pressed against him with a batting of his eyelashes.

"I remind you of old friends?? Really really?"

"I could tell you stories, if you have the patience to listen to them."

Patience…eughhh…sometimes he felt like he'd had the patience removed from him and put somewhere else. His mind moved so quick—he got so distracted—he usually responded to a request for patience with a few playful bites and indulging an appetite.

But that being said—Jinbei wasn't just handsome, he was a connection to a culture Derringer hadn't ever known—his own. He nuzzled up against him with a broad grin. Just this once, just this fleeting moment he'd grow a little patience to listen "I'm dyin' to know, Mr. Jinbei~"

Nami's teeth were on edge. She cast nervous glances towards Giolla—she hadn't forgotten that fucking modern art shit she pulled on her and Chopper. She wouldn't forget it for a long time, either. It'd be a cold day in hell when she let herself be turned into a painting again. She looked at Doflamingo slouched in his weird and birdlike stance—the man they'd worked so hard to beat, just standing there while Law explained himself.

She was in the middle of the cocktail party meet-and-greet from hell and there weren't even any cocktails.

"This is absurd," she muttered to herself.

"Sure is," an unfamiliar voice answered from somewhere above her on her left.

She looked up to find one of the Donquixotes— in a similar slouched posture to their illustrious leader— slumped against the wall next to her with a pack of cigarettes in his long fingered hands. He was wearing a cape, and had a broad brimmed hat that cast a shadow over the top of his face in a way that only brought more attention to his wide lips.

"GEEZE!" Nami startled, nearly fumbling her climate rod that she was using as a makeshift prop to lean on. "Fuck! How the hell does a guy your size sneak around like that?"

He waved his hand dismissively and shook his head– though there was a wide smirk on his face. "Ah, I'm not that stealthy. Want a smoke?"

He offered the pack of cigarettes down to her.

"Says the guy who crept behind the master thief," Nami snorted as she eyed the cigarette pack curiously.

She didn't smoke often— sure, sometimes she would, especially with Sanji on nights when they had watch together. She'd also smoked a little back in the day, with Arlong and the Arlong Pirates before she made her bid for independence.

Reaching out, she plucked one of the cigarettes from the box with a thankful nod. "Thanks uh…what's your name. I don't think we wound up fighting—mostly I was dealing with your artsy buddy over there."

"Giolla huh? That must have been a hell of a fight." He chuckled and snapped open a silver lighter, first for himself, and then leaning down to offer the open flame to her. "It's Diamante. You?"

Diamante. He was one of the big leaders of the whole group.

Nami sputtered as she stuck the cigarette between her lips.

"....Oh uh, hey there—big guy." One of the big four…three? Of the whole Donquixote Pirates was looming over her and offering her a cigarette like they were buddies.

They sure lived in interesting times, huh? She leaned forward and caught the end in the open flame "mostly it was annoying honestly. Really turned me off art for a while."

She took several short pulls on the cigarette until it lit. "I'm Nami. Straw Hat's navigator and—well, I figure you guys already know I'm a catburglar too."

He snapped the lighter closed once her cigarette was lit and tucked it in his pocket, still slumped down closer to her level.

"No shit? I used to do a little burgling now and then. Bet you're a hell of a lot better at it than I ever was. No damn cat, that's for sure." He took a long draw on his cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke thoughtfully.

"You were a burglar?" Nami's curiosity was piqued.

Sure, the Donquixotes were probably all a bunch of assholes, even if Law inexplicably forgave them or whatever—but it wasn't every day she got to talk shop with a fellow thief. "I mean—not to toot my own horn here, but I did rob the East Blue blind before I left it—and helped in a grand heist to rob the Gran Tesoro." She blew a stream of smoke towards him on an exhale and smirked. "How about you? Why don't you tell me about the sorts of places you used to hit."

Doffy stood in the doorway between the room where most of the crews were nervously hanging out, and the room where the doctors were looking after Violet. He had been surprised to see Caesar Clown with the Straw Hats— but grateful, at least.

He had too much on his mind, his wheels were spinning. He needed a drink. His new Corazon was upstairs negotiating with Straw Hat Luffy– or possibly 'negotiating' with him if they were all lucky– and who the hell knew what was wrong with Vi. And all of everybody was on a hair trigger.

He really needed a drink.

This was supposed to be a fun concert.

"Can you believe how weird this concert has been?" A familiar voice cut through his spinning thoughts, as a cold and strangely fluid weight suddenly bumped into his side before solidifying into a pair of arms wrapped around his. "Doffy, remember me!?"

Doffy jolted, and his fingers tensed reflexively, but then he blinked down at the suddenly familiar intrusion. "Vivi! Oh! It's been a while, hmm?"

The last time Doflamingo had seen the former Princess Vivi had been about two years ago, when she and Croc had shown up in Dressrosa looking for a Devil Fruit for her. That had been a hell of a time. and seeing here now was an… adequate distraction from his restless nerves, for the moment.

The Alabastan woman eased up on his arm to nod her head, before she turned her starlight eyes towards him with a broad smile.

"Almost two whole years, which—with everything that's been happening? It feels like forever!" Her voice dropped lower and she murmured "I heard about what happened in Dressrosa—I'm just glad you're all okay. I was worried! After everything you did for me, I felt terrible hearing about it."

Doffy softened, and he put a hand on Vivi's back. It was sweet that she cared. They'd lost people in Dressrosa, dear people, but thank hell the majority of them had made it out alright. And he'd managed to avoid Impel Down– thanks to Crocodile.

"I can't imagine you heard good things," he chuckled darkly, glancing at the Straw Hats. "I see you managed to rejoin your crew. Crocodile said as much."

Vivi chuckled with him, brushing her hair over her shoulder as she leaned against his hand.

"Yeah , I'd actually found them again basically right after Dressrosa—if Croccy and I had caught up a little sooner maybe I coulda convinced them that things with you weren't as bad as they seemed." There was a bit of genuine regret there—it sounded genuine at least, and her eyes flicked downwards as she took a deep breath. "But at least it put him in good proximity to find you and your people, huh? Small favors."

"Small favors," he agreed with a sigh. He wasn't surprised she at least felt a little bad. They'd had a good time when she'd visited with Croc. He'd shared some Uta dials with her. It seemed like everything in the Dressrosa disaster had conspired to go just wrong enough to make the whole house of cards come tumbling down.

But the Donquixote family moved on. They persevered. They'd rise again. Vivi being here now, and Law being here now— this wouldn't be another disaster. Already he could see that the building tension in the room had cooled to a low simmer as other conversations struck up. "Did you hear about Cross Guild at all?"

Vivi perked up again, and as she looked up there was that little shimmer of starlight that the fruit he'd helped her get had bestowed. She grinned widely with a nod.

"Yeah, I heard a lot about it—I had a call with Croccy recently and he told me some. It's a huge pirate alliance, right? You're in it, and a bunch of other famous pirates. It's a real meeting of the minds!"

"Any chance we might see the Straw Hats signing on?"

Vivi looked from side to side before she leaned against him conspiratorially. "Hell, I hope so! I've been kinda thinking of how to pitch it to the Captain. I mean—he loves his independence as a pirate, but…he's kinda been softening on people like Croccy and Mihawk and everyone, so there's a chance I can get through."

Doffy smiled as he thought he heard noise from upstairs. Maybe it really wasn't to be another disaster. As long as they figured out what was wrong with Violet…

It'd taken several curious glances from across the room, furtive out of the corner the eye type glances and a few open stares before he finally registered why the random 'Donquixote' pirate lingering near the back looked so familiar.

A doggish excitement overtook him as he bounded through the room with a couple of murmured 'i'm sorries' as he shifted past the other people talking to grin down at her.

"Komurasaki!"

She wanted to be called that, he remembered from their last conversation—the one on the banks of Wano, where she wanted to leave Princess Hiyori dead as the world thought she was. He respected that, she was taking the chance to be her own woman, right? Like he was trying to be his own man, even with the looming of his idolization of her father.

But man, she looked different—she wore her hair more relaxed, gone was her kimono in favor of the sorts of things he saw Nami tend to wear around the ship. She looked good, but hardly like the old Komurasaki he'd seen only a few weeks ago. And it wasn't just clothes deep.

Did he look different? Sure, he'd dressed up for this festival—Luffy had practically insisted with the goading of the rest of the crew. He'd thrown on 'jeans', a sturdy, rough, and coarse material that he found he'd rather liked, and one of the logo-bearing concert tees under a large jacket of the same 'jean' material. He'd even gotten a collar, studded in red and white, which had been teasingly pressed in his hands. He looked different—

But did he look different like she did? Had he changed into a man of his own like she'd changed, so clearly?

"Komurasaki," he said again with a doggish grin. "Wow, I didn't expect to see you here!"

Her cool, oceanic eyes swept over him, taking him and his changes in much in the same way that he had looked over her. She smiled, and there was a slightly crooked edge to it, a little different from the placid and practiced smile of the great Oiran.

"Nor did I expect to see you. Yet another strange circumstance."

"I'd say! I know you'd left with Law, so if we ran into him it meant you had to be somewhere, but—" he could feel his phantom tail wagging, he couldn't help it. He was excited. He'd wondered a few times how she'd been doing—and it seemed that she was doing well. His eyes fell on the crookedness of her smile, his own hitched wide and excited.

"But I didn't expect we'd be runnin' into you at my captain's sister's big festival."

Her eyebrows raised curiously and she lifted her chin. "So Miss Uta is Straw Hat Luffy's sister? I had no idea. Fascinating. We came mostly because the young master seems to be quite the singer's biggest fan."

Yamato's head tilted to the side, his pale hair obscuring his vision of her for a moment. "I mean, it was kinda a surprise for me too—but Miss Uta's his long lost sister. He didn't exactly get around to tellin' me what happened though. We wound up wrestlin' instead. Luffy's kind of an 'oni' sorta guy."

His brow furrowed as there was a sudden flash on something she said "---the young master?"

Komurasaki flicked a slender hand toward Vivi and her conversational partner– the leader of the Donquixote pirates. "Doflamingo."

Yamato rubbed the back of his neck, feeling one of his fangs slip over his lips as the confused expression crossed his face.

"---Doflamingo's the young master?"

The guy was clearly older than a lotta the people here, him and Komurasaki included. You'd think he'd have graduated to just 'master' by then, right? The people outside Wano sure were weird— but anyway, weren't they saying on the bridge something about Law, that pirate captain, being part of their crew now?

"Huh. Law's—he's with these guys now, huh? Guess it makes sense you'd join up too. They seem—" Captain Luffy seemed to hate 'em, but—still. "Kinda fun? Showy. Like a walkin' theater show."

"That's right," she nodded. "They rescued us after Blackbeard destroyed the Polar Tang. We would likely have been dead in the water without their assistance. And I would very much describe them as a theater show. It's… delightful."

"I can tell you like it!" Yamato grinned "I mean, Komurasaki, you look like a whole new woman! Like you fit right in!"

He put his hand on his hip, feeling the hushed vibration of jean against whatever formed the comfortable shirt that clung a little tightly to his body. "I'm—" his smile faltered. "I'm sorry your captain lost his ship, and I'm real glad these fellas saved your lives. But it's gotta be something to live in a theater show every day!"

He flashed a broad and toothy grin. "gotta find yourself now that we're outta Wano, right?"

"That's what I'm trying to do," she nodded. "And it seems you're doing the same. I do like your outfit– you fit right in with your own crew."

Yamato flushed as he grinned wider, his whole body vibrating.

"You really think so? I don't—I mean, I've been worrying that I've been kinda the same ol' Yamato from Wano! You really think so?" That doggish excitement rolled through him as he bounced on his heels. "The outfit—it's called 'jeans', aren't they neat? Captain Luffy and Usopp and everyone helped me pick it out. They even got me a co—" he flushed, and pointed to his neck "you know, a necklace."

"I love it," Komurasaki nodded. "I was just envying it in fact. Do you think one would suit me?"

Yamato tugged his collar thoughtfully, feeling the sharpened studs against his claw-like nails "Honestly, yeah? Especially if you're leanin' into the style of these folks here. I think that girl over there's wearing something like it," He pointed to the girl in the fishnets talking to Sanji and Zoro.

He looked Komurasaki over, admittedly—it wouldn't have suited Hiyori, and even the refined oiran Komurasaki it wouldn't have either. It was kind of brash, it carried connotations. It wasn't dignified—but Komurasaki seemed to be trying to move beyond that kinda life. Maybe it suited this new Komurasaki real well. "I think it'd suit ya well."

She followed his gaze. "Yes, Baby 5 wears one fairly often. I wasn't sure how common they were," she chuckled. "If you think it would suit me, perhaps I'll consider it a second time. But– you worry you're the same old Yamato, hmm? That's funny, I hadn't thought you spent any more time being Yamato at all. I'm going by just 'Saki' now, by the way."

Yamato flushed—she wasn't wrong, he guessed. He'd spent pretty much all the time she'd known him being someone else. Being 'Oden'. Even before they'd met he'd spent pretty much every moment trying to emulate the dead and infamous samurai.

He rubbed his neck.

"Baby 5 huh? I mean, they're common enough… I like 'em. They feel nice to wear, you know? I think you'd enjoy it, " he hesitated before he continued, not sure how open he wanted to be. His father always hammered home how a man kept that sort of thing to himself. "Just Saki…That's pretty cute, I'll remember that," he chuckled, crossing his arms under his heavy chest. "You hadn't thought it, huh? You thought I'd still be ah—goin' around as Oden?"

"I had no idea, really. I didn't want to make any assumptions. You were fairly insistent about it for a while, after all."

Yamato grimaced, his long and jagged teeth clacking together as he glanced towards the ceiling "yeah uh, I'm sorry about that—I…I mean," he was faltering, the awkward feeling of hesitation welling up inside him.

Was he embarrassed about the way he emulated the man? He'd wanted to be anyone but the 'oni princess' so bad, and the only time anyone aside from his father respected him as a man was when he'd taken on the mantle of their lost hero. It was all he had in the prisoner's pit. That and his father's expectation that he'd rule the Beast Pirates.

"I'm tryin' to be just Yamato now," he murmured, his shoulders sagging slightly "whoever that is outside of the prison."

"Then I think you are making a fine start at being Yamato," she nodded. "The jeans are a very handsome look if you don't mind my saying."

Yamato flushed deeper , bobbing his head with a sheepishness of his smile "thanks, Saki. You're pretty clearly makin' a hell of a good start at being Saki, too."

He lightly punched her arm with a grin. "You think so? I never wore nothin' like this before, but I'm not gonna lie, I kinda love it."

–

Usopp stood nervously in the corner trying to avoid gazes as around him the tension started to strangely ease. People were actually talking to each other. It was madness.

Sugar was still staring at him.

Her eye narrowed again as she took a sudden step towards him.

"God Usopp," she said slowly. "You were very mean to me in Dressrosa."

Usopp had no idea how to respond to that. He was mean? They had been enemies! They had been on opposite sides of a guerilla war! Sugar was turning people into dolls?

"I mean, uh… it wasn't personal?" he offered nervously.

"I shoulda turned you into a doll. I bet you'd become a silly armadillo toy or something," she continued in a monotone, taking another step forward. "But I didn't. So now there's only one thing you can do."

Usopp took a step backwards– only to find his back was already up against the wall. He glanced from side to side, wondering where he'd call for help if he needed it— and he was feeling like he might need it.

"W-what can I do?" he asked thickly.r

Sugar tilted her head up imperiously, and stuck out her hand.

"Say you're sorry. Maybe make me laugh. It's the least you can do to make up for making a fool of me." Her eye peered deep into his as her hand hung between them "I'm sorry for the way things went out of control in Dressrosa, and for turning your friends into dolls. Now it's your turn. We are both adults, here."

Usopp felt like his jaw was on the floor. She just wanted him to say he was sorry? She… she was sorry for the way things went in Dressrosa? He felt like he had entered some strange and parallel universe where everything was topsy turvy.

On the other hand, hadn't Zoro and Perona been getting along just fine apparently for two years? And he guessed they had Caesar Clown actually traveling with them…

It felt strange, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"I'm… sorry?" he blinked, croaking it out. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry for making a fool of you Miss Sugar."

Sugar reached her hand up and patted his elbow, about as far as she could reach with her diminutive height.

"Good boy. I forgive you. I have a big heart." She paused before a rather wicked grin cut across her face "you're still going to have to make me laugh sometime. That is a promise."

Usopp tittered nervously and gave her a sloppy salute. She had touched him! And he wasn't a doll! That was a good sign, right?

"You got it! I'll uh, try to come up with some jokes."

And try not to feel like he was going to pass out.

#usopp #bepo #nefertari vivi #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote family #dellinger #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #one piece #one piece film red #film red #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #archive of our own #ao3 #fic: one piece deicide

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leorawright · 9 months ago

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Hi! Can I have a romantic genshin matchups please ^^

She/her

Gemini

Intp

5w4

Asexual/heteromantic

Chaotic Good

I mostly kin Malleus, Floyd, Furina, Diavolo from OM, Douma and perhaps some ratio or dottore.

I'm insecure about my weight despite not being overweight.

I speak Arabic, French and English. I'm an only child. I study electronics and want to work in space related studies.

Thanks!

FINALLY SOMETHING FOR GENSHIN IM SO EXCITED!!!

For you I've chosen...

Ayato!

He can also come off as a bit emotionally unavailable when you first meet but he quickly warms up to you and you know he cares

Its a common occurrence for you two to exchange gifts and Ayato spares so expense for you

He never pushes you to show affection, and he'll wait patiently until you're comfortable

Whenever he has time, he loves debating with you

If you shut down or isolate yourself, Ayato will leave food outside your door with little encouraging notes until you're ready to come out again

He'll go along with your chaotic ideas to make sure you don't get hurt but he'll never stop you from trying something

He never tries to hide anything from you and whatever questions you ask him, he'll answer them honestly

He enjoys your honesty since most people just say something nice to appease him and he takes your opinion to heart

Sometimes, after a long day, he enjoys walking along the beach near the Kamisato estate and stargazing with you

He supports your interests and buys you whatever you need to further your expertise

#matchups #ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader

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petitelepus · 8 months ago

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Hi! It's me ^^ Here's my info!

She/her, Gemini, Intp, 5w4

Asexual/heteromantic

Chaotic Good

I'm insecure about my weight despite not being overweight.

In a relationship, I'm the most chill person. I don't get jealous or clingy. You can do whatever you want. I'm always here to give you advices because helping you out, giving you my time and giving you gifts is my love langage. It bothered my last boyfriend because he thought I wasn't emotionally present and isolated a lot (which I did. I warned him that I accepted out of boredroom and didn't love him but he still went ahead. Then he emotionally cheated on my bd and everyone noticed but me lol. I separated from those friends cuz none told me and I value honesty a lot). I love cuddles but I'll take time to accept physical touch. I enjoy a partner that can keep up with me and make it fun. I also love receiving gifts because uh...I grew up with them validating love. I hate whiny and cowardly people. I don't fall first and don't make the first move. I like a partner that can be possessive to be honest.

I speak Arabic, French and English. I'm an only child.

Thank you! I'm waiting for your info ^^

I match you with Kyojuro Rengoku!

The two of you may come off as total opposites at first when meeting. Kyojuro is loud and bold and the total opposite of your cold and sarcastic appearance, but he doesn't let it define you. You may appear as one, but he wants to see if there is more to you than a cold outer shell.

You're stars and sea and he is sun and fire.

But this is only the first impression and he wants to get to know you deeper.

Kyojuro is an extremely warm and genuinely kind person. He would never hurt anyone or their feelings on purpose and he tries his hardest to help people around him.

This kindness of his can come off as confusing to you because you aren't sure if people like him really exist.

When he realizes his feelings for you, he asks you to step aside with him for a moment, apologizing for any inconvenience he might cause, but he has a good reason for wanting your attention.

"Hm! Young lady, I wanted to talk to you in private because I have fallen for you!"

You can't believe your ears, "Huh?"

"I understand we don't know each other yet, but I would love to get to know you better and spend more time with you if you allow it!"

You don't say no, but you aren't saying yes straight away either.

He is polite and respectful, this man respects women, so he doesn't give you a reason to isolate yourself or act out, but if you do somehow get upset, is there for you.

"My little Spark, is something bothering you? Please let me know so I can fix it."

Your cursing can make him flinch as he isn't used to ladies cursing like that, but he doesn't want to offend you by telling you how it's not really ladylike to curse like that. Instead, he smiles and apologizes later if you spoke too harshly.

While some may think that you are brutally honest, he finds it refreshing if not a little funny also.

Kyojuro is aware that you can be petty and vengeful so he tries to warn people to not get on your bad side, but if they do, they probably deserve it.

You're a good friend to those who have earned your trust, but despite this, you don't trust anyone with your heart or troubles. Kyojuro won't force you to tell him if something is bothering you, but he will let you know that no matter what, he is there for you and always on your side. He wants you to know that you can trust him.

You're smart, yes, highly so and you have a unique way of seeing things and those are just two of many qualities that set you apart from other people. You value knowledge and Kyojuro respects this because knowledge is power.

You set yourself goals and failure is not an option. Kyojuro admires this, but he tries to tell you that failures are part of life also and you shouldn't fear them. You can hate them but don't fear them.

Kyojuro can tell when you are feeling lonely and misunderstood. He knows you wouldn't hurt someone for the purpose of being mean MEAN, but sometimes people are put off by something you might have said.

Despite this, you are deep down a good person and Kyojuro tells to you every day so you will never forget it. So what if you envy something or someone? It's a natural feeling and everyone feels that way sometimes. That doesn't make you a bad person.

Once Kyojuro was three days late from meeting you because of his job as Demon Slayer and Hashira and as an apology he had brought you a pretty gemstone pendant that reminded him of your eyes.

You were a little pissed he was late, but you turned from a tiger into a kitten when he gave you the pendant and that's when he learned that you loved gifts.

Kyojuro loves to see how your pretty brown eyes immediately focus on the little parcels he brings to you when he is gone a little longer while hunting Demons. Bringing you gifts becomes his way of showing his gratitude towards you and is a way for him to spoil you.

The Flame Hashira provides you with books of all kinds so you won't be lonely and bored while he is away. When he catches you daydreaming he carefully approaches you so he won't scare you and when you snap out of it, he asks what you were thinking of so hard.

Kyojuro absolutely loves it if you will bake something for him. The man has a huge appetite and if something tastes good also then he can't help but gorge himself. He makes sure to let you know he likes your baking.

Whenever he catches you biting your nails he gently grasps your hand and kisses the back of it, reminding you that you are trying not to bite them.

He loves how supportive you are of him and how you are always trying to help him, give him advice or just give him a present or better yet your baking.

If you ever feel insecure about your weight, Kyojuro picks you up and spins you around, laughing at how light you are.

Kyojuro honors you and your limits and does not try to pressure you into a physical display of affection. You will hug or cuddle him when you are ready, but when you do Kyojuro's body is like a furnace and so nice during those chilly Winter days.

He is also very impressed by how many languages you can speak! You're so talented and smart, he is so proud!

Kyojuro doesn't think he is a possessive partner, but when Tengen's hand lingered a little too long on your shoulder, Kyojuro asked him to remove it for it was making you feel uncomfortable. Was it really, or was it just Kyojuro?

Doma is Yandere for you!

Oh, what a sweet little thing you are! So pretty, so curvy, skin so pale, and pretty beauty marks. You certainly are unintentionally teasing Doma each time you bite your lips. Would you like it if he took a bite?

You caught Doma's attention because unlike everyone else, you didn't immediately bow before him or worship him like humans usually did.

You were a novelty to him and he wanted you and what Doma wants Doma gets. No matter what.

Doma doesn't care if you are cold or sarcastic. To him, your acting out is cute, because you seriously think that you can offend him?

Curse at him, hiss at him, spit at him, he loves it all.

You're such a little tease, rejecting his love for you and it makes him even more excited if that is even possible.

You don't need to like him, but he certainly likes you enough to keep you around and not eat you. Even if it means locking you in the basement where no one can find you.

It doesn't really matter if you are a morning person or not, since there is no light other than a small lamp at the corner of the basement so you don't need to worry if it's morning, day, or night.

When the night is over and the sun rises, Doma comes down to the basement where the sun doesn't reach, to spend the daytime with you. That's really the only way you can tell what time it is.

When he spends time with you, he tries to sweet talk you into giving yourself to him like his followers have done and just love him.

You don't fall for that, you are way too smart to be manipulated like that, but Doma loves a good challenge and is even a little masochistic. But more than that, he is a sadist through and through.

"Hey hey, won't you tell me you like me? You would make me so happy!" He laughed in a good manner but you cursed at him and shouted, "You're sick!"

"Yes indeed, I'm lovesick!"

Being around him doesn't make it any easier to trust and you can't trust anyone, him or any of his followers. If someone actually found you in the basement, Doma would have to silence them, for good.

He trusts that his followers are loyal to him, but he doesn't want to share his little secret pleasure with anyone.

And if it came to it that he would have to dispose of someone because they interacted with you then he would totally blame you on their unfortunate fate.

"If you loved me, this wouldn't have happened."

Doma, this bastard, will absolutely rub your daddy issues, your insecurities, and your failures in your face, loving and enjoying the feelings he brings out of you with them. You may be logical, but he brings out the worst in people.

"Ooh, are those tears I see?" He grinned and you glared at him murderously, not able to form words due to your sobbing and hiccupping.

This just made him more excited, his rainbow eyes twinkling, "So sweet, may I lick them?"

"Fuck off!"

Despite liking you, Doma doesn't try anything inappropriate with you. He finds messing with your head much more amusing than anything else.

Sometimes he wonders how you would taste, and he does voice out his morbid curiosity but never acts on them. Scaring you is much more fun than actually eating you and losing you for good.

You can dig out some impressive curses and insults when you have all the time to think of them. It's almost like a game to Doma, to see what you come up with next time he comes to see you.

Being imprisoned can be lonely. Extremely lonely. As time passes, you start to miss human contact. That is when Doma knows that you are most vulnerable to him and his manipulation.

He tells you that if you behave, you may gain some rewards. Better food, some charcoal and paper to draw with, and maybe a book or two so you wouldn't be so bored when you're alone.

Doma thinks that the two of you are in a relationship, but his view is twisted to his pleasure.

If you ever decide to give in and love him, he promises to take care of you and all your needs. He won't necessarily offer to turn you into a demon, mainly because he enjoys having such a huge power over you.

Plus, there is something so beautiful in such a short and fragile life as human life. Holding you in his arms is like holding the most fragile thing ever. One wrong move and he could destroy it, he could destroy you.

But if you don't give in and start to fall into depression instead, Doma will take you out enough to give you a taste of freedom, a breath of cool and fresh air of the night, and see the stars twinkling in the sky. It could all be yours one day if you just did as he told you to.

Oh, and yes, Doma is possessive as Hell over you. He won't share you with anyone and that is probably the main reason why you are locked in the basement in the first place.

That, and it would be troublesome if you tried to escape and he would have to hunt you down.

#demon slayer matchup #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #imjustabeanie #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #doma #demon slayer doma #yandere #DARK #It's Doma guys #kimestu no yaiba doma #I hope you enjoy your matches!#And to everyone wondering we are making a Matchup trade so that's why they could give me this much info #Normal INFO Amount is still 200 words!#ENJOY!#matchup

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vampr1x-bl00dx · 8 months ago

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Hi! Can I get a genshin impact matchup please?

She/her

Gemini

Intp

5w4

Asexual/heteromantic

Chaotic Good

I mostly kin Malleus, Floyd, Furina, Diavolo from OM, Douma and perhaps some ratio or dottore.

I'm insecure about my weight despite not being overweight.

I speak Arabic, French and English. I'm an only child. I study electronics and want to work in space related studies.

Thank you!

Hi! And of course! Thank you so much for requesting

I see you with….

Venti!

For one you two would personally get a long with one another easily! He’ll definitely wait for you to warm up and open up to him

He would understand your trust issues and would do anything to earn your trust

Another thing is that you two would definitely make bad decisions but he’ll definitely take the blame for you because he wouldn’t want you to get into major trouble

He’ll definitely gift you wine (that he stole) and sing you songs he wrote to help you calm down from anything

He would honestly be honest with you and would enjoy having fun with you on your adventures

He would also let you daydream and let you tell him about you day dreams

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eternalwritess · 8 months ago

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Hi! Can I get a hazbin matchups please?

She/her

Gemini

Intp

5w4

Asexual/heteromantic

Chaotic Good

I'm insecure about my weight despite not being overweight.

I speak Arabic, French and English.

Thanks!

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓴!

You both met at a bar most likely. Maybe not the hotel bar but a bar for sure

Your style is one of the many things that stood out to him first with the whole villain looking vibe he wanted to see who you really were and struck up a conversation

"𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗?"

You barely gave him any conversation but that just made him more intrigued to get to know you. He began asking more and more subtle questions trying to trick you into spilling something but you never gave up and at the end he was amused by your tactics

You and him would meet at that same bar for quite a while until he invited you over to the place where he worked and you agreed wanting a drink

At the bar you ended up calling Alastor out on something unknowing that it was him and he really admired you for it and ended up hyping you up

You gave him a lot of mixed signals at first lingering stares, soft touches, and subtle remarks mixed with you most likely disappearing for a while

One time you came over and Angel ended up messing with you a bit too much and you became spiteful of him and ended up mixing some weird ass powder into his drink that got him way too high. Husk called you out on that one and you shrugged it off

"𝙱𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢'𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠," "𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛?"

You both tend to meet more during the evening or at night with neither of you being a morning person

Husk doesn't mind your honesty, if anything he respects you for it a lot. After all not a lot of people have the guts to say whats on their mind. Especially in Hell.

One thing you both have in common in your love for money. He loves gambling and even though he's trying to get better every now and then you and him might play a game of poker or a small betting game every now and then just for fun

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚢'𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝?"

Husk isn't a hypocrite although you might end up poking fun at the fact that he used to be an overlord and is now owned by one every now and then just to get on his nerves a bit for fun

Husk doesn't mind your curiosity at all, although if it gets too out of hand or might end up hurting you in a way he will pull you back and make sure that you're okay and not getting yourself hurt

If you're curious about anything dangerous he will actually most likely warn you and try and get you to stray away from it. If it works is up to you

Husk will never make you feel lonely or misunderstood and he'll always try to reason with you if he feels that you're acting off in some way

Husk wouldn't mind doing some of your hobbies with you... that being said you may have to drag him into doing that with you but he'd end up liking them sooner or later

Husk is a very patient soul and honest with you. He sees no point in lying and he's fine with physical touch and it'll most likely also take him time... just don't touch the ears-

Over all you would both be a very caring and calm couple <3

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