#I really shouldn't have gotten her though and saved for something else

[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: Reacting To Your Tattoos

A/N: I have so many ideas for The Boys cast! Be sure to look out for more posts! I'm updating my request list to include them 😊 I'm sorry I've been a little MIA! I'll be getting back to requests asap! Hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated 💜

Butcher loves them. This is not the moment to say something, to react, but he definitely takes notice. You got hurt, really hurt, and the only way to save you was for Annie cauterizing your wounds, buying you a little more time. Butcher didn't need to hold you down, you'd already gone limp, losing all color in your face. He begs you to wake up, to stay with them. There was so much blood. So much red. He was covered in it, seeping through his shirt. Your jacket was thrown off, the collar of your shirt torn, ripped, for easier access to your shoulder and they both discovered the tattoos. Your chest, your arm, neck, you were covered. He had a feeling there were far more, wondering why you never showed any of them. You were always so bundled up, he never even questioned it. He warned you this was going to hurt, though he wasn't even sure you could hear him. Still, as Annie's hands grew bright, he cringes, hoping you were too out of it to feel anything, hoping this would all seem like a far away dream. Hoping you won't mind the large scar that will warp your ink.

Hughie is pretty intimidated by them. The Boys are already a scary looking group, but meeting you, he thought you were going to bite off his head. Your body was pretty covered. After getting to know you, he realizes how wrong he was. You're snarky and stubborn, but you're also thoughtful and funny. If it were up to you, you'd never hurt a fly, just Vought. Still, every so often you'll do or say something that reminds him of that first impression, especially when you feel threatened or your friends are threatened. You'll show up with a few new ones, filling in the gaps. When it comes to open wounds you're ready to treat it with a strong drink and duct tape. When it comes to your tattoos, you're meticulous in your aftercare. He's never seen you so serene looking as when you're taking care of them, so gentle. Something about that makes him feel like he shouldn't be witnessing it, but he's grateful that he is. When they're in tricky spots, he's the first to offer to help. He works with nervous hands, afraid he'll do something to ruin it. You just laugh, walking him through it.

Annie knows all about your tattoos. They are, after all, linked to the V in your blood. You didn't start developing them until your late teens, your parents assuming the V they injected was a dud. Images started appearing and with them, your powers. By the time she met you, you were covered. You didn't like showing off to The Boys. You still had a long way to go to gaining their trust. Parading around the fact that you were a Supe wasn't going to help. Still, when it was just you and Annie you were less reluctant to show her. All kinds of images adorned your skin: weapons, insects, animals. You liked the weapons the best. The thing could project itself from your skin as if it were real. In seconds, you had a sword in each hand, as real and sharp as if you'd physically gotten one. The best part? Your skin was indestructible. Every few months, maybe years, a new tattoo would appear, giving you a leg up in the fight against Vought. She thinks you have by far the most interesting powers of any Supe she's met.

M.M. hates them. Because they're linked to the V you got as a baby, he sees them more of a warning than anything else, the way brightly colored animals are poisonous. He hadn't realized the first time you met, what they were from, and you were smart enough not to tell him. It was only when you were fighting for your life did you use your abilities: the circles on the back of your neck, layered, you let out a sonic scream that shattered windows, set off car alarms, and drew blood. The group that had attacked you were coughing it up, it was running down their necks from their ears. M.M. was far enough away not to be affected, but the way he tells it, he was *this* close to having his insides turned to goo. Some were safe enough to run away. The ones who were closer dropped dead with a wet squelch. He trusts you even less for not telling him. When he breaks the news to everyone else, he's shocked to find out that they either knew (like Annie) or they were unfazed, more impressed than anything else, like you'd become this great asset. You apologize profusely, but you know it'll be a long time before he can even look you in the eyes.

Frenchie thinks they're so cool. He went with you once and got one of his own: while you were getting a rather large piece finished, he wants to get a smiley face on his ass cheek. Despite the discomfort, Frenchie's all giggles. He's more than excited to show this off to everyone he decides to moon. You try to tell him how to take care of it, but he waves you off. He's eager to show The Boys. He's lucky it heals properly and by the end of the week, everyone he comes into contact with has seen it. Besides that, his favorite thing is to study the ones you have. They're intricate and beautiful and some of them are pretty silly. You never understood the sentiment that there had to be some grand kind of meaning behind them. If you like it, you get it tattooed. He asks questions about them, most done all over the world or, a couple, in prison. He thinks you look badass, especially when you shed the bulky layers and show off what they normally don't get to see. Your back piece is his favorite. When you're wearing something with a low back, or disregard a shirt completely, he can't help but watch you. You're careful, covering them with clothes or makeup so that whatever illegal thing you're doing can't be traced.

Kimiko asks a lot of questions. Did it hurt? Why that image? What does it mean? How long did it take? You never mind, in fact you like talking about them. You spent enough time getting stabbed, you wanted someone to ask. She especially loves the ones on your hands. They look beautiful as you sign back to her. Some are still a little raised despite how well you took care of them, those are her favorite. She touches them delicately, afraid it might hurt, but you assure her they're all healed. She watches when you're getting changed together, how they move with your skin and muscles. They make her smile knowing you feel so much more at home in your body because of them, something you admitted to her late one night after a few drinks. They help you like yourself, covering up insecurities, making you feel cuter/cooler than you would without them. She's always the first to notice when you get a new one, making a point regardless of the situation to tell you how nice it looks and that she likes it a lot.

Bonus! Homelander thinks they're horrendous. Disgusting. Just another way you've defiled your body. He can't stand to look at them and made sure you understand that. Around him, you keep them covered, either by clothing or makeup. You know better than to draw attention towards them. Regardless of how you acquired them (Compound V or just an aesthetic choice) you know not to bring them up or let anyone else bring them up. A-Train noticed the one of the back of your neck and that put Homelander over the edge. You were both thrown out of the room. You consider yourself more than lucky. He could have killed you, both of you, but he was feeling generous. He had bigger things on his mind. You knew working for Vought would lead to sacrifices, uncomfortable situations, but being interrogated by Homelander about your tattoos was never something you ever considered. He thinks about using his lasers every time he sees them poking out from your sleeve or pants. But he needs you. As long as he needs you, you're safe. The moment you stop being useful, he's going to cut off every individual image until there's nothing left. Until you look normal again.

[ohithankyou]

decided to watch all of buck’s breakups last night and here are (part) of the conversations/how each of the breakups played out to compare and contrast if you so desire. i didn’t include the entire conversations because it would be too long and i think the parts i included capture the core of the breakups well enough.

note: information in square brackets is just some context i included since i didn't add the full conversations

buck and abby, breakup, 1x10:

[after abby’s mom passes and she books a ticket to ireland in an effort to find herself and what she wants]

abby: “. . .i care about you so much. you’re amazing. and these last few months, i think you've gotten me, at least halfway, to the person i want to be. but I've got to do this [go to ireland/travel] so that i know i have something to give.”

buck: “i’m excited for you. almost as much as i am, um, sad for me. i’m gonna miss you.”

abby: “i’m gonna miss you, too.”

[when buck is dropping her to the airport]

abby: "you're not gonna come in with me?"

buck: "i learned a while ago, you never go beyond the glass doors."

abby: "i must be crazy to be leaving you behind."

buck: "you're not leaving anything behind. you're moving toward something. and i'm gonna be right here when you come back, okay? go on. you got this, okay?"

abby: "take care of yourself, okay?"

buck: "you, too, abby."

buck and abby, ‘closure’, 3x18:

[after abby and buck meet for the first time since 1x10 when she and her finance are in a train derailment and buck + the 118 save his life]

abby: “. . .i just had no sense of self. i had to leave everything that i knew so that i could remember who i actually am.”

buck: “and you did, right? i mean, you did remember, but you still didn't come home.”

abby: “yeah, i know. i think i was afraid that if i came back, i would become that person again. because i missed you. i wanted to see you. but i didn't trust myself.”

buck: “because being here, being with me, you might lose yourself again?”

abby: “yeah.”

buck: “i’m glad to see you happy, abby. you deserve it.”

—

buck and ali, 2x18:

[after buck’s leg gets crushed under the fire truck and it hits ali what it means to be with a firefighter]

ali: “. . .look, it’s not like i didn't know you were in a dangerous line of work when i met you, you know, ten stories up of a collapsing high rise.”

buck: “exactly.”

ali: “that was one day. one day of my life, evan. it’s every day for you. i’m just starting to really understand what that means.”

buck: “wait, so-so you want me to quit my job, that's what you're asking me to do?”

ali: “no, i would never, i would never ask you to do that. listen. i know it's who you are. i’m just not sure. if it's…”

buck: “…who you are.”

ali: “hey. i don't know yet. okay?”

—

buck and taylor, 5x18:

[after taylor publishes the story about jonah buck had asked her not]

taylor: “. . .i’m sorry you're still upset about the story.”

buck: “you’re not sorry for what you did, though.”

taylor: “the story was gonna come out regardless. if i hadn't have broken it, someone else would have.”

buck: “you couldn't have called me first? no. you-you just, you figured i’d be fine. i’d get over it.”

taylor: “buck, i wasn't trying to hurt you or anyone else. i was just trying to get the truth out there. a truth the public has every right to know.”

buck: “this is literally our first argument all over again.”

taylor: “which is why we shouldn't be having it. you knew who i was when we started dating.”

buck: “i guess i thought i could learn to live with it.”

taylor: “i don't want to be something you have to learn to live with.”

buck: “and i don't want to keep on making the same mistakes. i need things to be different, taylor.”

taylor: “okay. i’m willing to try that. clean slate.”

buck: “yeah. just not together.”

—

buck and tommy, 8x06:

[after bucks tells tommy that he also dated abby]

buck: ". . .my relationship with abby was—it was the most transformative of my life. until now. look, i-i think one of the reasons that i am so comfortable with you is-is 'cause you're so comfortable with you."

tommy: "i wasn't always that way."

buck: "i know, i-i do. and honestly, it just makes me admire you more."

buck: "i want you to move in with me. i want you to move in with me. i-'m ready to take the next step. and i'm not saying let's get married or engaged, even though we would have the right, thanks to the brave people who came before, including you. all I'm saying is, why be apart when we can be together?"

tommy: "evan, that is so sweet but I can't move in with you."

buck: "and why not?"

tommy: "because, i know how this ends."

buck: "uh, wh-what's that supposed to mean?"

tommy: "look, evan. you're an incredible guy. big-hearted. hot as hell. funny. impulsive. but what you're feeling right now is... is new. and it's exciting, and it feels like forever. but you're still figuring yourself out. and that's good."

buck: "what are you saying?"

tommy: "i'm saying no matter how bad i wanted to be, i'm not your last. i'm your first."

buck: "well, hey, they-they can be the same thing."

tommy: "but they usually aren't. if i were to move in with you, you wouldn't mean to, you wouldn't plan for it but you'd end up breaking my heart. and i, i don't think that i could deal with that."

tommy: "i should go."

buck: "wait, wait, wait, hey, hey, um... wait, d-did you just break up with me?"

tommy: "yeah. i guess i did. believe me, i didn't see it coming, either. should've known that parking spot was too good to be true. i'll see you around, buck."

[imthepunchlord]

What's your thoughts about the unifications?

Conceptually, unification works. Honestly, I think it makes sense being able to dual wield Miraculous. Especially working off positive and negative energy/yin-yang.

It works off that theme of balance, having two different energies being able to work together.

But, much like anything in canon, I feel the concept could've gone farther.

Like, I think it'd be neat that unification could lead to animals that don't exist as Miraculous:

Ladybug + any feline creates a Leopard themed hero.

Any bug + any reptile creates a Dragonfly themed hero.

Any reptile + any bird creates a Dragon themed hero.

Any cat + any bird creates a Griffin themed hero.

Horse + Fish could've made a Seahorse themed hero.

Cat + Goat could've made a Chimera themed hero.

Not that they really went that way and just went weird with the naming, combing the names of preexisting heroes instead of letting characters name themselves and working off their own unique personalities. Like, instead of Pegabug, I could've seen Marinette calling herself Appaloosa or if you want to go punny, Appleloosa.

I also think that dual wielding Miraculous shouldn't be that difficult, as pairs are something that always exist, and I can see the body handling matching with two different types of magical energy. Now, wielding more than 2 I can see being set up to take a toll on the body as there's more magical energy to work off of, and the higher you go the more tired you're going to be.

Though I could just be biased as I feel the temporary heroes weren't necessary and Marinette and Adrien could've juts unified with the rest and continue to handle things; I also feel that, post meeting Fu and him able to see that they were trustworthy and dedicated and were able to succeed despite HM having the being an adult edge, they should've gotten a 2nd Miraculous to have full time, not only to help give them a boost, but also allow continued growth.

Ladybug/Tikki did help with Marinette's growth in confidence and being a leader, but there's nothing else TIkki is adding to her growth (which I find it's kinda debatable how much Tikki really added to Marinette's over all growth), but at this time, Ladybug and Tikki just work off this is a responsibility than something for Marinette to grow as a character. And now she's developing an Atlas complex and that anxiety is getting worse with the pressure and expectation of the role and no one there telling Marinette she needs to prioritize and value her own needs and wants. I don't even know if this girl knows how to relax at this point. And that there is the next phase for Marinette's growth. She needs to learn to put down boundaries, to say no, to not involve herself as much, and think about her own needs and wants, cause you can't really help others until you help yourself.

Cat/Plagg was good for Adrien to gain that independence he wants, be more rebellious against his father, and to self-prioritize. But now he prioritizes his wants way too much, doesn't really treat heroing with the seriousness required nor has he stepped up as a leader and equal to Ladybug, and still readily endangers himself, to the point of self-sacrificing. And that's the next phase for his growth, get a Miraculous and kwami that will address those, learn to be more serious in fights, not to say he can no longer be a wisecrack but save the flirting and pranks for night patrols not akuma fights, step up as a leader and truly share that burden, which would've helped his partner rely on him more and trust his capability more, and address that self-sacrificing. Either learn to be more cautious or think a little bit more before acting. Like, great, you saved your partner by sacrificing yourself, but you also left her alone to deal with things, and what if the fight went poorly because she was alone, and she fails, and that sacrifice was pointless. I don't know how many more times he did so, but man it needed to be addressed.

Another factor is that unification could've been extra interesting in that combing Miraculous could've created new powers through the combination of preexisting powers.

Like Shelter + Venom could've created Shell Shock, where hitting the shield would shock and stun a target.

Shelter + Cataclysm or Clout could've made Bombshell, put up a protective dome and it sends out a destructive blast or shock wave around you.

Mirage + Cataclysm could've made Nightmare, where the illusion creates someone's worst fears.

Second Chance + Cataclysm could've made Hissterics, getting a target to live in the worst timeline.

Time travel could've existed as a unification power through combining Horse and Snake/Rabbit, if the latter still has a time power.

Though neat an idea it is, it is something that would work better with fewer Miraculous, as 19 that canon has is a lot of powers to think of possibly combining. That is 361 matches to think about and how they make a new power. And now that I got 35 I won't be doing the concept either, even more so as I'm going with Miraculous having 2 powers to offer.

So unification is a neat concept, but I think it could've gone further if they were more creative. Definitely prefer it to the potions.

[fadeling]

helia week ✨ 03

day one | day two

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11. How did the Warden react to the truth of the werewolf curse?

I like to think that helia canonically went to the dalish clan first because she didn’t think it’d be wise to show their faces in wider civilization, but secretly mostly because she just really really really really really really really wanted to visit one. even with tempered and realistic expectations she just couldn’t help herself. she grew up with a fascination for them, after all. real ones know her tattoo lore

It was pretty cool, different than she thought it would be but a good kind of different for the most part. on first impression she couldn't shake the feeling that Zathrien was something of a con man, being that old for basically no reason is just kind of strange when no one else in the clan shares that.

the reveal makes a lot of sense. it's disappointing to know that even the dalish can have dumbass, violent leaders who prioritize a thirst for blood over the good of their kin - even if there were valid reasons for it to exist. he's alive far past his time though. thinks it's time for him to fertilize the land with his body and bring change instead of stagnation. she means this in a gentle, positive way

12. Did the Warden end Zathrien's curse?

yuh. she thought it was a beautiful thing to see :) she'd never really gotten to see spirits or demons or anything like this AT ALL before and it was reassuring in a way - i guess - to know that it doesn't always have to end in violent expulsions and truly fighting for your life against mist and fog. nature heals as it's always meant to. that's a fact she knows she needs to remember dearly during her time fighting against the blight. it keeps her open-minded to magic things too

13. How does the Warden feel about the Deep Roads?

Haunting. it was a bustling ancient civilization a millennia ago and now it’s a suffocating crypt for the damned and deserted. sometimes literally. It thrums with a power she doesn’t understand but her blood responds to it. every step she takes is somehow both a daring achievement and nothing special. it's musky, and dark, but there are many moments where she finds herself in awe of what came before here. There’s creatures she's never seen before. they're alien. this isnt even mentioning the darkspawn she's constantly sensing, and the fact these halls and caves turned into a playground for the remnants of ancient corrupted gods. this place isn't for her.

so... she wouldn't say she likes it... but it's not something to be overlooked, either. she has a sort of reverence or respect for it

14. What did the Warden think when they saw the Archdemon in the Dead Trenches?

So one of things that inspired a lot of helia's characters is the sentiment that sometimes you must do without hope. Ever since this journey began she'd always felt iffy on whether or not they actually stood a chance against the archdemon, but she's willing to take the gamble - she Has To in fact. In some ways she's kind of proud to be the one on the job, better her than some poor guy just trying to make ends meet on the streets, right? Saves them a bunch of grief. She's to take on that pain.

I would say that the moment she first gazed upon the archdemon is when her blood first ran cold and her stomach sinks at the thought of her task. For as unsure as she may have been, she discovers that she was, in fact, operating with hope in her heart and in that instant it's all swooped away. She feels it all, how truly hopeless it all is.

And yet she will do it anyway. Helia will steel herself for it. It being hopeless doesn't mean it shouldn't be done... but she will admit, it felt scary.

15. Who did the Warden choose as the new King of Orzammar and why?

Ugh this whole questline is such a pain in the ass for her. It's hard to make these decisions as if she knows best for a society she isn't a part of, and on top of that she has no love for nobility so she's not exactly inclined towards either. Helia would rather see the system torn down and settled that way, but that wasnt realistic nor plausible (nor her business) in her current situation so... the choice that was easier to make seemed to be bhelen. She didn't like either of them, but opening up trade and the casteless (whom she empathizes easily with) is easier to swallow than Harrowmont's drive for traditionalism

It's a lesser evil, she supposed. It still doesn't sit right with her and she really had to grit her teeth through this whole situation. I think she felt like she wasn't prioritizing the people's needs well enough just because she needed an army at the time.... but oh well... she's sure that the citizens will kill bhelen if they have to. As is their right

[gemini-queen42]

So, kept seeing cool Batb x Pokemon au art.. (*ahem* @Luni-mina they've got great art *ahem*) which ofc inspired me and immediately made me start thinking abt what pokemon Ophelia would have. Realistically she probably wouldn't have this many?? but also they're mostly plant pokemon so like.. she's a gardener guys it makes sense TRUST. plus I'm mega indecisive and I literally did a whole notes file & a google slideshow to narrow them down this much so 😭😭

I imagine if the curse doesn't happen in this au, she'd get her character arc via getting a bounsweet and having to deal with its shenanigans through all it's evolutions- learning to be more outgoing & social through her pokemon, or rather her pokemon dragging her into it lol.

Bonus doodle: Based on the Florges lore about how they take really strict & good care of their chosen garden, doing so for hundereds of years. I feel like it makes sense for the castle to have that going on, so Ophelia has a Florges for her boss basically.

& then there's a Lilligant that's just.. there, in the gardens. Ophelia kinda just assumed it was considered apart of the gardens and cares for it just as she would anything else- when they cross paths once in awhile, that is- but she's kind of realized she doesn't actually have.. like, any confirmation of that. This Lilligant could belong to someone. or be a wild one that just wanders in. But Florges doesn't seem to mind, so Ophelia will just carry on as usual.

I planned to post these with OTH x pokemon doodles as well (because I had Several Ideas) but I want to finish those sketches more so I'll post them l8r lol

[under cut is slideshow screenie & me just rambling abt her pokemon a lil]

first off- I am SURE each of her pokemon has like, an Actual Name but *I* Have not come up with them yet so. oops. srry abt that

She's had her pokemon through all their evolutionary stages besides Vileplume (got as a Gloom) and Cherrim (got fully evolved). I don't have a sure timeline of When her pokemon evolved and whatnot so I've just drawn them fully evolved. She isn't one to do pokemon battles so they were able to evolve via- other means, ig. Cultivating them like plants idk.

Fomantis I think is implied that their energy storage thing is to save up to evolve (iirc) so Ophelia would've just supported it in that.

Leavanny is more of a mystery to me? Tsareena would be picking fights of its own accord, so y'know.

I imagine she got her Gloom (plus got it evolved to Vileplume (necessity due to Glooms smell)(Vileplume has, surprisingly, no mentions of a bad smell in its pokedex entries. unless I missed something lol)) & her Fomantis before working for the castle- Fomantis evolving into Lurantis sometime into her employment.

(to clarify how she got Fomantis- it wouldn't have been a Personal Gift, rather someone needing to not it for whatever reason and Ophelia happening to be around to take up the offer of caring to the lil one.)

Sewaddle she would've gotten while working at the castle, not sure of the story though- probs found it hanging around the garden chewing on something it shouldn't lol. Since she got Swaddle though, it's helped her out with pruning & such around the garden.

Absol keeps near her and is the one to pull her out of her daydreams if she zones out to far or needs to pay attention to something.

Her other pokemon also probs help her around the garden, but not to the same extent. Just little fetch quests probably. Well, Tsareena would probs do more.. once that whole arc happens lol

uh i think that's it I HOPE that's it I ramble too much hope u enjoyed the art and maybe the ramblez ig idkokbye

[greenpervert]

there's basically three aspects to being good at rape. getting off, traumatising you, and getting away with it. the thing is they all work together

for instance i don't want to wear a condom, fuck that. but that does leave more evidence. so what i need to do is get you so scared that i could hurt you again you won't retaliate. the best way to do that is to make sure you don't see me coming. hide, attack from behind, strip you down before you can adjust to what's happening.

during, though, I want you to believe you've got a chance, that you can fight me off and get away. Not by screaming or calling for help - i need to get you alone - but if you try and kick me off, your squirming is going to feel so fucking good. plus, every time i let you get hopeful I get to see you realise it's not going to work one more time. And the more obvious it becomes i'm just toying with you, the more obvious it becomes you're completely in my power. I can do this at any time and you'll never see it coming. and if you understand that you understand that you really shouldn't do something stupid like tell anyone.

once you've realised how little you can do to save yourself you're probably going to stop resisting as much. I still need to get off though. If i can get you to clench by hitting or choking you I will. I might try a few different positions with you, see what makes your cunt feel best. Another time i might try your ass if i want tighter, but for your first time i need to breed you, make you my bitch.

Do you see? The more scared you are the better it's gonna feel for me and the less likely you are to cause problems for me. The better it feels for me the more you're gonna have to cope with being attacked but giving me so much pleasure. And the more I know I've gotten away with it the more i can just relax and enjoy your choked-off begging me not to cum in you til you give up on that too.

stilllll thinking ab this (24ish minutes so far) but i just have to say im rlly enjoying how this is explicitly rhetorically presented as rape theory it’s rllyyy getting to the part of me that secretly in college always wanted to get taken advantage of by my dyke prof. currently considering a lab component to the course w/ hands-on demonstration super hard because im basic. or, you know, my prof threw some work my way under the table proofing her articles before she sent them to journals/cleaning up research/bibliographies and whatnot; finding notes like these in her papers would have been a dream come true i didn’t even know i had. obv i’d go ‘talk’ to her ab it after i sent it back supposedly only purely interested in her theory. couldn’t tell anyone else ab it because i wasn’t supposed to be working for her. etc.

edit: i edged to this for 48 minutes <3

[issilya]

[OC tag meme]

@irreverentarchon not letting me go even though I already owe you the "OC as a god" one (but this is quicker yay).

She has no pictures I can share so I guess I should at least do a tl;dr about Bambi, my CPRed Solo? Let's see, she's in her early twenties and wants to become the legend of the Afterlife, to the horror of her older brother who raised her (ex-military working as a fixer) and to the delight of her younger brother who's a rockerboy and treats her as a source of inspiration and adores her. tl;dr she's stupid and ambitious and tries to be a badass even when she can't and shouldn't, thinking her Sandevistan and a gun will solve all problems. Yes, she's as obnoxious as the nickname she goes by.

Anyway: crossing out the things she (probably) hasn't done. For some of those I'm just going with "what happened in the campaign" and not "in the course of her entire life" because I think it's more fun that way, and for "permanent" effects.... I'm going with long-term instead, because not many physical things are really permanent in Cyberpunk.

Killed Someone Under Orders | Had Someone Killed On Her Orders | Killed Someone In Self Defence | Spared Someone’s Life | Invented Something | Been Hungover | Kissed Someone | Slow-Danced | Been In A Long-Term Relationship | Had Sex | Had Sex And Regretted It | Had A One-Night Stand | Had A Threesome | Experimented With Her Sexuality | Had A Kid | Adopted A Kid | Wanted To Have A Family With Someone | Done Something On Impulse She Regretted | Gone Traveling | Had A Bounty Put On Her | Eaten An Insect | Been Groped By A Stranger | Been Groped By Someone She Knows | Been Dumped | Dumped Someone | Smoked | Gotten High | Flirted With Someone To Get Free Drinks | Put Someone In A Headlock | Won a Bet | Lost a Bet | Forgiven Someone Who Wronged Her | Indulged In Petty Revenge | Hallucinated | Has A Noticeable Physical Defect | Gotten A Noticeable Scar | Been Permanently Disfigured Through Injury | Kneed Someone In The Groin | Had An Unattainable Crush | Laughed Herself To The Point Of Tears | Been Kidnapped | Been Sexually Assaulted | Been Brainwashed/Hypnotised | Had A Recurring Nightmare | Been Bullied | Bullied Someone | Experienced Survivor’s Guilt | Been Tied/Chained Up | Given Someone A Massage | Received A Massage | Been Backed Up Against A Wall | Shot Someone | Stabbed Someone | Saved Someone’s Life | Cheated On Someone | Been Cheated On | Been In An Open Relationship | Had A Friendship With Benefits | Been In A Queerplatonic Relationship | Had A Stalker | Been Betrayed | Been A Traitor | Been Possessed | Been In A Bar Fight | Been Thrown Out Of A Bar | Been Arrested | Broken Out Of Jail | Been To A Funeral | Been To A Brothel | Had Surgery | Broken Someone’s Trust | Broken Someone’s Heart | Had Hes Heart Broken | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Anger | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Spite | Gotten A Piercing | Gotten A Tattoo | Used A Fake Name | Been Beaten Up | Been Tortured | Tortured Others | Been Abused | Been Blackmailed | Gotten Away With A Crime | Framed Someone Else For A Crime She Committed | Shared A Bed Platonically | Been In Love | Suffered From Sleep Paralysis | Been Forced To Flee Her Home | Learned A New Language | Joined A Rebellion | Fought On The Losing Side Of A War | Fought On The Winning Side Of A War | Became A Godparent | Became An Aunt/Uncle

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Starters from my own writing (part 3)

Quotes from a few of my own fanfics. Adjust pronouns as needed. Feel free to combine them or send in more than one. Specify muse for multimuse blogs. And this meme you CAN reblog from me. X)

Part 1 here. Part 2 here Part 4 here Part 5 here Part 6 here Part 7 here

"Don't try anything, ______."

"You, tell her to knock it off. Now!"

"Start talkin' ______. What's goin' on?"

"______, what have we done to you?"

"How can you people do this?"

"He is one of your own! He trusted you! All of you!"

"You seem to care about him. Why do you and not them?"

"What did YOU do? Why do YOU care?"

"I didn't realize people's lives meant so little anymore."

"Oh boo hoo, ______, you lost your little toy. No one cares."

"I would NEVER treat ______ like that! Ever!"

"You know, they say you shouldn't kick a man when he's down."

"______.....a-are you okay?"

"Why him? What did ______ do wrong to deserve this."

"I can understand your pain. But there is only one way to save the ones we love now."

"I'm not going to ask anyone to do this with me, as it may very well be a suicide mission."

"I'm aware it's a crazy thing to do. But it's also the right thing to do."

"That's right, come and get me."

"You will NOT be allowed to destroy my people, vile witch!"

"Hold on, ______. Just a little longer."

"Where do you think you're going?"

"______, you're bleeding."

"You're safe, ______."

"I'm here. Everything's okay now. You're okay."

"I thought I lost you, ______."

"They all know about us now. We don't have to hold it inside anymore."

"I love you, ______. I love you so much and I never want to lose you again."

"You sure, ______? This the one you want?"

"Ohoho, ______ would LOVE this."

"How could I not love him, though? He's smart, he's sweet, he's.....well, just look at him."

"You've certainly got yourself something special, ______."

"I don't deserve him, but I'm gonna do whatever it takes to not lose him."

"I'm happy to help any way I can. You name it, I'll make it happen. Just call me Santa."

"You should probably get going. You told ______ you wouldn't be too long."

"I am not going to want to move tomorrow."

"Come on and lay down for me, I'll make it feel better."

"You're wearing your sweater backwards......also, that's actually MY sweater."

"You would not believe how weird it was getting condolences and flowers for someone who's not dead."

"Really? I'm 'guy who dies first'? Gee, thanks for the confidence."

"You're more like 'first guy we actually cared about to die'."

"How's 'guy ______ cried like a baby over' sound?"

"Alright enough gab flappin'!"

"A little help, guys? Please?"

"Trust me, you'll want this to remember."

"Is this different from just going to a market?"

"I'll explain it more when we get to town."

"It's okay, ______, I've got something planned for just the two of us anyway."

"You gonna take us for a ride, big guy?'

"What's not to like? He can probably tell how sweet you are."

"Now I can see your beautiful eyes."

"So that's what you do, eh? I think I like that tradition. A lot."

"You sure I'm checked out on this class of vehicle?"

"I'll be right here beside you, I'll help if you need it."

"How did you get this, sir?"

"Damn, I have something on my face, don't I."

"It's gotten pretty late, what do you say we all retire for the night?"

"______, you said you would tell me. Why are you so hesitant to tell?"

"You just spent the whole day making sure today was perfect for me. Of course, any day spent with you is perfect in my book."

"Oh god, Oh ______ I am so sorry. See? This is why I didn't want to tell you."

"I wish I was there to comfort you when you were little."

"______, how.....how did you get this?"

"No matter what, I'm so proud of you. Love, ______."

"Ooh, that drawing is so cute! Look, ______ did it when he was little!"

"I have something else I've been working on for you, too. A.....more special way to say what you mean to me, ______."

"It's probably not very good, but I wrote this for you, ______."

"That was beautiful. And your voice is beautiful.....Thank you."

"I hope you like what I've got for you."

"______.....you have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you. Thank you so, so much."

"I have come to a very important decision."

"I...I didn't want to say anything earlier, but....I-I have one more gift for you. A-A r-really important one."

"It's okay, ______. You're going to do great."

"I want this to be a good experience for....both of us, but especially you."

"People tend to stare at beautiful things. And you, my love, are absolutely breathtaking."

"You are so goddamn beautiful, ______."

[purposefully-lost]

Chris reached towards the dash to shut off the AC. He'd been parked in the farthest corner of a travel stop parking lot for the past hour, and now that the sky had been dark for a while, the air had finally seemed to cool down. He leaned against the window as he listened to his phone ring for the third time, counting each repetition until he was certain it was just going to send him to voice mail again.

"Hello?" Asked a voice on the other line. He'd been so sure that he wouldn't get an answer that it had to repeat itself. Chris blinked as it registered that he'd finally gotten through, sitting up in his seat.

"Hey," he started, before he broke into a grin, something that was more for the man on the other side of the phone than it was anything else. "Hey, Charlie, how've you been?"

"Uh.. fine," came the answer. "S'been good. Hey, I uh, I- I'm sorry I missed your call, the other times. I was kinda busy."

"Busy doin' what?" Chris asked, and now the grin was genuine, a teasing tone slipping into his voice. It was hard not to tease Charlie, sometimes. The kid just made it easy. "It's almost eleven. You're not workin' this late, are you?"

"N- no, I just.. I had shit to do. Clean, or whatever. Wh- why're you callin', anyway?"

"I can't just call 'cause I wanna hear from you?" He asked. His smile started to slip. He glanced up at his review mirror and frowned when he realized he was no longer catching a glint of something wet when he looked towards the backseat. The blood had dried. It was gonna be a real bitch to scrub it out and he wondered if he shouldn't just get something to lay over it to save himself the trouble. Couldn't be helped now, though. He had another target he was waiting on. "It's been a while, man. I just wanted to hear how things were goin'."

"Well, uh..." There was something hesitant in Charlie's voice. There almost always was, but there was a catch to it just then that, for Chris' whole life, had always seemed to spell trouble. He frowned as he Iistened. "It hasn't been too bad. I've, uh... I've mostly just been.. workin', so, y'know. Uh.."

"You've gotta get a hobby or somethin'. You still keepin' an eye on those horses for Charlotte?"

"Uh, yeah, sometimes, I guess. I guess- I- I guess I did, uh, meet someone, actually. Kind of. That's been..." There was a short sound from the other side of the line, a half of a laugh that sounded like the happiest thing he'd heard from Charlie in a long time. "That's been goin' good, actually."

"Met someone?" Chris teased. That was the kind of thing he wanted to hear! The last time they'd talked, Charlie had sounded like he was having a real rough time. They all were. But maybe he'd finally gone and got himself some friends, if not something even more than. "What's her name?"

"Uh..." There was a long pause. He was starting to wonder if Charlie had either forgotten or was just plain bullshitting him when he finally continued. "Uh, Victory. He- I- he goes by Vi, usually."

He? Chris paused, letting that settle, then fell into another laugh. He! God, of course it would be a he. He heard Charlie start to stutter again and quickly cut him off. "Victory?" He asked. "That's one hell of a name. Maybe I'll have to come by and meet this guy sometime."

"Yeah," Charlie said, and then a little more energy poured into his voice. "Yeah, you- you should. He's.. he's really somethin'." Chris could hear the smile as it must've found his brother's face. "He's been really good to me. I'd love for you to meet him."

"I'm happy for you, man. Listen, I-" He glanced up and cut himself off. A truck he recognized had just pulled into the lot. He mouth set into a hard frown. "I've gotta go. I'll see you around, though, alright?"

"Yeah, I'll--"

Chris ended the call. It was time to go.

[sunny6677]

Flames.

Summary: Skid is saved from a situation he never thought he'd be in. But now he has to heal from everything he went through. And he doesn't know how.

Chapter 11: Keender.

TWS: REPETITION, TRAUMA, NIGHTMARES, SKID HAS A NIGHTMARE, PEOPLE BEING ASSHOLES, PEOPLE SIMPING OVER A LITERAL ABUSER, UNFORTUNATELY REALISTIC DEPICTIONS OF HOW PEOPLE TREAT BAD PEOPLE WHO HAPPEN TO BE SOMEWHAT GOOD LOOKING, PHYSICAL ABUSE, CHILD ABUSE.

(SERIOUSLY. SKID GOES THROUGH A LOT IN THIS SHIT. BE WARNED. YES, THIS IS A STORY ABOUT HIM SLOWLY HEALING FROM HIS TRAUMA, OR AT LEAST TRYING TO. BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN ITS NOT SOMEWHAT DARK. BE WARNED. DONT WORRY THOUGH, IT DOESNT ROMANTICIZE ANY OF THE DARK THINGS IN IT THOUGH. IT IS POTRAYED AS A BAD THING. THIS IS JUST ABOUT SKID HEALING FROM A BAD EXPERIENCE.)

(I ALSO PARTIALLY WROTE THIS STORY TO KINDA COPE WITH MY TRAUMA, SINCE WRITING ABOUT PEOPLE SLOWLY HEALING FROM THEIR TRAUMA KINDA MAKES ME FEEL BETTER ABOUT MY OWN EXPERIENCES.)

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Skid wouldn't be going to the candy store for a little while.

Well, that was at least what his mother had told him. She had apologized to him, saying she shouldn't have brought him there and that she should have known better. And despite Skid's pleads for her to know she did nothing wrong, she refused to believe otherwise.

As of now, Skid had already been suited back into his pajama's. They felt comforting against his skin, like a warm hug being pressed against himself. In all fairness, he really did need a hug right now. The sky was now a color of midnight black, stars speckled across the plane of the source of the darkness from above. The moon was shining brightly and peacefully from on high. Skid could hear the faint chirping of the crickets from outside.

As of now, he was in his bed. His mother had decided that maybe it was best he got some rest for the night. He had been tucked comfortably beneath the fuzzy covers of his blanket. His knees felt weak and numb underneath the blanket. And for literal minutes now, he had basically just been laying there in the dark, staring up at the ceiling helplessly. What was a kid like him to do?

Pump was already gone at this point. His mother had sent him off, saying that maybe Skid would need to rest for a little while. Yet, even as Pump left, Skid could see a concerned shimmer in his eyes. Pangs of guilt shrouded Skid internally, like a knife being forcefully shoved into his chest. It pierced deeply, as if a physical wound had really opened up inside of him. Skid was really starting to wonder just what was wrong with him.

He turned over. He could hear the muffled sounds of the TV from outside of his door, despite it being closed. His mother was still in the living room, most likely sitting on the couch and attempting to watch something in order to forget most of what had happened today. Skid gulped. Internally, he scolded himself for.. for what had happened today. He didn't know why he broke down in the candy store today, but he felt as if it was all his fault.

Skid weakly looked upwards. A thought entered his mind. He considered perhaps attempting to get out of bed and apologizing to his mother, but.. she'd be angry, wouldn't she? If he had gotten out of bed. No.. she wouldn't. She wasn't like that. Skid knew that so! So why did his mind seem so intent on portraying her like she was going to hurt him even though she never did?! Was it a fear? Some kind of anxiety?

Or maybe he was just ungrateful..

Skid grumbled weakly. He raised up one of his hands, and lightly bonked himself on the head. What was he thinking? Treating his own mother like she was some sort of monster... just what was wrong with him?

As he laid there in silence, he suddenly heard the audio from the TV switch to something else. Despite it being outside, he was able to tell that it was clearly on something else entirely now. It wasn't anything important certainly. He considered just trying to sleep for a few moments more, and possibly apologizing tomorrow so his mother wouldn't be worried for his own sleep. A part of him kept thinking that for whatever reason, she would be angry though.

Then, he blinked. He could hear what the voice on whatever channel his mother was watching was saying. Judging by the firm but professional tone in the male voice that was on the channel, he assumed that most likely, it was the news channel. He arched a brow—wondering why his mother would be watching the news late at night.

He then heard, and began to process the muffled words of the voice that was speaking. "Last night, there was a 35 year old man by the name of Keender Roosevelt arrested for kidnapping and possibly child abuse. He was faced with charges, but some individuals online have taken a strange liking to him."

Skid clenched his sheets, his eyes widening.

The voice continued to speak. "Most of the followers online are young women, who claim that Keender shouldn't be in jail because reportedly, he's 'too handsome to go to jail'. Some individuals online try to claim that what he did was justified for various reasons, and some even empathize with him. Some have even written fan letters to him."

Skid's pupils shook, water beginning to form in his eyes. He didn't understand exactly what he was hearing.

"Other information about Keender Roosevelt reportedly states that he was a failed screenwriter. Supposedly, the monster had a wife and a son of his own at the age of 28, but the two apparently mysteriously went missing. The last reported sighting of Keender's son had apparently been—"

...the voice stopped. Judging by the sudden clicking sound, and the muting of the audio, the TV had most likely been turned off. His mother had turned the TV off. In the gaps of his hearing, all Skid could hear now was the sound of the air conditioning and the chirping of the crickets.

Skid clenched his sheets yet again, tears slowly seeping out from the corner of his eye. People.. liked Keender? But—but why? He didn't even understand any of what he had just heard. In the silence, Skid continued to lay on his bed, his eyes wide open in the dark.

Skid then heard the sounds of distant light footsteps.

He then clenched his eyes shut, burying his face into his pillow. He hoped to god that soon he'd drift off to sleep and forget all about what he had just heard. The footsteps drew nearer, Skid's skin grew clammier and more tingly. But even as it did, Skid felt his muscles become numb, and the world around him slowly began to fade into the cage of slumber that resided within his innocent mind.

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In a hazy vision, Skid was in a car. Upon the hot metal seating of a car, in fact. He was in the back seat of a car. The seat beneath him felt hot, warm. Painful, even. He could feel it underneath his tiny legs. It ached, and he wanted so badly to squirm in his own slight agony. Yet for whatever reason, he didn't. He held it back. He held back the urge to quietly whimper.

He could feel heat against his pale skin. The warm summer air of.. wherever he was. Most likely, the AC in the car wasn't on, and due to that, it felt warmer than any fire that could be started. Skid could see the light blue sky outside, and various cars that were parked near. He didn't know where he was, but it almost felt familiar.

In the car he was in, Skid could see various items. Stacks of unmoved clothing, bags of opened snacks, an empty can. He could smell something foul, but he wasn't really sure what it might have been. The sun blazed it's glow upon him, and he held back another whimper. His eyes clenched tightly shut. His skin felt clammy and hot, and he could feel a wet feeling in the corners of his eyes. He felt weak.. weaker than before. He didn't even know what was happening.

"Jesus fuckin'.. I swear to.." He heard Keender's masculine and rough voice speak from in the front of the seat. Skid raised his head up, not out of curiosity, but to see what exactly it was that Keender had been cursing to himself about. As he raised his head, he could see Keender in the driver's seat with a cigarette held between his slender fingers. There was a light red cut on one of his fingers. Skid already knew what it was from. He had recalled a few days ago that Keender had somehow given himself a paper cut whenever he was trying to take a piece of paper from Skid. Skid internally blamed himself, feeling at fault for what happened.

Even so, Skid couldn't tell what Keender was mad about. A wasp buzzed from outside, and lightly ran into the car window that was beside Skid. Hesitantly, Skid spoke up. His voice still sounded meek, as it usually did whenever he spoke to Keender. "I—I'm sorry.." He didn't know what he did. But he assumed that Keender was most likely cursing because of him.

Keender turned his gaze toward him, and a chill went down Skid's spine. A bead of sweat slightly trickled down Skid's cheek. He held back the urge to whimper in the sheer fear of Keender staring at him. Keender then grumbled, saying, "Sorry for what, kid? And didn't I tell ya not to speak unless I spoke to you? What the fuck are you speaking for?"

Skid merely quietly whined in response, looking off to the side. Keender looked away from Skid, sighing. "Jesus fuckin' Christ.. whatever, kid. Just don't talk, okay? We'll be back at my house once I'm done smokin'." Keender stated. Keenders lips then lightly touched his cigarette, and outwards came a puff of smoke. Skid couldn't exactly see his face when it was turned away from him. He was weirdly glad he couldn't see his face though.

Skid then looked away. Beside him, there was a chipped cup of water. It was something Keender had gotten for him while they had been out on this little trip of theirs. Skid didn't really know why Keender decided to take him. He was going to consider yelling for help whenever Keender wasn't looking, but considering Keender was with him at all times, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to do that.

A bit of thirst internally pulsed inside of Skid's throat. He was longing for something to drink in this heat, and his water was the only thing he had. He looked at the cup, his eyes feeling dry from how many times he had cried today. He then lifted up his hand weakly. It shook slightly, violently even. It was hard to really hold onto things with how weak he had been lately. Yet even so, he continued to reach out for it.

Finally, his palm touched the cold glass. He held back a whimper, and let his fingers clench onto it. Then, carefully, he began to slowly try and grab it so he could pull it toward himself. Successfully, he managed to grab it. Tightly, with his hands clenched around it, he pulled it close to his dry lips. He needed something to drink right now. And fast.

He then tipped the cup, and let the liquid enter his mouth. It felt cold.. a bit of a chill ran down Skid's spine when he drank it. But it tasted weirdly good even so. Water never really tasted good to him. So maybe the heat was just affecting him? He then slowly stopped drinking it, and slowly pulled it away from his lips.

Skid then began to try and put the cup back where it was. A puff of smoke went out from Keenders lips again. His hands kept shaking, yet he tried to keep them steady. Steady. Steady. What was steady? He was starting to forget the meaning of the word because of how long he had even been around Keender.

Then, it slipped.

It fell from his hands, and onto the fuzzy messy floor of the car. Liquid poured out from the cup, and it fell with a hard thud. It was almost a miracle that it didn't break. Skid gasped softly, his voice barely audible. He immediately looked upwards at Keender, his gaze helpless. Already, Keender had been looking back at him. "What.. what the fuck?" Keender cursed. Pants began to violently escape Skid's mouth. Keender leaned his head over to see whatever had just fallen. In the darkness of the floor of the car, Keender could barely see.

Keender then looked back up. And judging by the sharp glare in his eyes, it was clear he wasn't happy. His brows were furrowed, his mouth was drawn back into a snarl. Skid opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He suddenly felt a hand wrap around his neck, and with a push, a sharp pain formed on his face! His body contorted further back into the seat of his car, and on instinct, he began to curl up into a ball.

Sharp, hurtful slaps began to be inflicted on different parts of Skid's body. Skid covered his head with his hair, and his eyes remained tightly shut. He could tell it was Keender who was slapping him, even though his eyes weren't even open. Keender began to yell violently, his voice tinted with an unpredictable rage that had been unleashed from him like a volcano. "You little brat! I just fucking got that water for you! How could you?!"

Skid whimpered. Sobbed. Cried. But there was nothing to be done in this situation, no one was around to help him.

He began to cry, whining. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

A final blow was landed near his head, and in that last moment, he sobbed again, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm.."

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Skid began to writhe violently on his bed. His legs began to kick, his arms gravitated towards his eyes in an effort to hide his tears. The tendrils of his hair were now messy thanks to his constant tossing and turning. His eyes were completely wet with tears that he had presumably been crying while he was asleep. A pitiful but tiny scream began to escape his mouth. He whined, over and over through tears and gasps, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

The door immediately opened. In this moment, he wasn't able to tell who it was. But whoever it had been approached fastly toward the bed, and two arms were softly wrapped around his body. A hand went to his head, stroking it gently. "Agh!" Skid yelped. It wasn't hurting him. But he couldn't help but yelp anyway.

"Shhh.. shhh.. its okay, it's okay.." Skid heard his mother's voice speak. It was only then he processed that it was his mom speaking to him. He began to cry more in the realization. "Mama.. mom.. mom!" He whimpered. His eyes were still shut, tears pouring out from them like a waterfall.

His mother continued to presumably hug him, speaking in a soft tone, "It was just a nightmare.. its okay.. I'm here.. you're not there anymore.." She seemed to have known what happened despite not even being there herself. Was Skid really that obvious?

Skid sniffled again, his sobs becoming quieter. He opened his eyes. He could see his mother's concerned face in the dark of the room. His hands instinctively went to her, and he could feel her shoulders beneath his hands. "Mom.." He quietly whimpered. "Its okay.. you don't have to tell me what happened. You're here now. You're safe." She assured him.

Skid let out one last sniffle, and began to quietly cry, for it was all he could do. But even with his cries, he could have sworn he heard sniffles coming from his mother too.

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[elibean]

Thanks for answering my ask. Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks....

of course, thank you for asking! :D oooooh sure!! i'm not sure I have 10, actually ^^; let's see...

yukine!!!! my darling sweet baby boy. ha i bet y'all thought it was tsuyu, huh? most people do. i fell in love with yukine after reading ahead in the manga when the anime was airing (and i do believe this bit was untranslated at the time?) and learning that he takes the hit from yato. this baby bratty child doing something so brave and selfless when just chapters before he was hurting yato....good good stuff. and he's only gotten better from there. and he gets to keep his brattiness! he's a tsundere lil baby but he loves fiercely and would do anything for yato and hiyori and... and after learning his backstory and everything else and GOD I LOVE HIM

tsuyu. i don't have nearly as compelling a reason for loving her as much as i do as i did for yukine. she's....she's a cute frog girl.....idk what you want from me. she is a good character in her own right, she's strong and human (like when she broke down bc she felt bad for telling them they shouldn't save bakugou) but as her nature as a very very side character, she doesn't have a whole lot of development or much to work with. i like her and she's cute. the end!

dazai. he's alllmost tied with tsuyu. actually i thought about reordering those two. i'm not really sure. i just have way more tsuyu merch than dazai merch (though that doesn't mean a whole lot bc i hardly have any yukine merch at all BECAUSE IT DOESN'T FUCKING EXIST anyway). i love how morally grey he is...well, almost morally black lol. like dude has murdered and tortured people but is still on the side of the "good guys". his backstory with oda is great, the idea that he's on the side of the good guys not because he WANTS to but because it's what his friend wanted; and also that he doesn't even really care either way, that it's not like he had some deep change of heart or anything but just. was that devoted to his friend is just. mwah, good stuff. i don't like how he's written sometimes as like, he knows EVERYTHING and is ALWAYS 5 steps ahead of everyone else; gets kind of annoying, sometimes, but i still love him.

- the rest// yeah ok now is when we're starting to falter. from here on down i don't really have a solid order. i adore amajiki (and i love how hori made a joke about him being...well, a stand-in for hori in some ways lol), i love kirishima, i love deku (i ADORE deku as a protag i think he's great). i love rin from yuru camp. a recent fave is lu guang; love how he's willing to risk EVERYTHING for cxs and is a total hypocrite, but for him to properly make this list is gonna depend heavily on how the show writes his background, his motivations, and the resulting fallout and how that's handled. oh i love tanuma from natsume yuujinchou too! he's wonderful. oh big fan of atsushi too!! and poe....ok i'll shut up now hehe, these are all "characters i like a lot" but like, not characters i actively think about often (with the exception of lg bc of current brainrot...again, we'll have to see if that holds up and he can get properly added to this list)

[linagram]

>:D Now you have to tell me what songs you'd assign to Eiji and Miki!

OKAY OKAY so i actually did have some t2 covers for them in mind, but i don't think they're gonna get a new profile this time because uhhh, i feel like "the end of the first trial" and the pre-t2 vds show their personality changes well and also if i tried to describe their t2 personalities more, it would be like "but you will see that in one of the future vds!" or "but i can't say much about it because spoilers!", like sure, i have to keep a lot of info about my prisoners secret too, but when it's the guards who are like, literally the protagonists, it's very hard to hide everything. and i didn't want to make a whole new profile just so for their covers (and possible voicelines) soooo yeah i'll talk about them here! also i was too lazy to draw their t2 versions.

Milgram covers.

Eiji: Yeah, he gets Bring It On this time. I had to do it to him. I also thought of giving him Harrow, but let's be honest here, I like to joke about Eiji and Kotoko's similarities, since both of them are so passionate about justice and both of them punish the guilty prisoners, but.. That's where their similarities end. Also, I don't know much about Kotoko, I'm not like, her biggest fan here (though I don't dislike/hate her), so I can't say much about her, but I feel like Eiji is more.. uh.. Basically, sure, he wants to punish all criminals and he wants to see them in pain, but it's not because he wants to make this world better or anything. He's just really obsessed with revenge and he wants to feel in control for once. Honestly, it's actually kinda scary to think about, because like.. What if Eiji went "You know what, maybe I shouldn't focus only on criminals AND I SHOULD JUST HURT EVERYONE". I feel like it really could happen if after T1 there were more guilty prisoners and not the innocent ones. Also I just think his Bring It On cover would sound really cool and that last scene with Fuuta looking anxious and staring at his phone and realizing what he had done?? LITERALLY T2 EIJI SEEING EVERYONE'S VERDICTS AND DOUBTING HIMSELF.

Miki: She gets Triage! I feel like her cover would sound really soft and pretty :) The lyrics sound a lot like her T2 version: yes, she's still blaming herself for Asahi running away from home and not protecting him enough and she also wants to help the guilty prisoners, but also now she knows how much influence she has over everyone here. She can save them. She can save both innocent and guilty prisoners. So please, give her another chance. Yes, she thinks she's worse than all the prisoners here and she thinks she's the worst older sister ever, but also, she's one of the guards. Most prisoners like her and Eiji is willing to listen to her. She's indispensable.

DECO*27 covers.

Okay, this one was hard because to be honest, I was just kinda planning to make them follow in Es's footsteps and cover Hibana together dkdksdlsl. But I tried my best to assign them separate covers.

Eiji: Hmm, I don't think it sounds like something he would sing because I imagine Eiji usually covering more "loud" songs, but I decided to go with At! Now, again, as with pretty much all DECO*27 songs, this one is about a romantic relationship, but hear me out. Like, look at the lyrics. "The day after you die, I wonder what I would eat", "If I voiced it out, you would have gotten mad at me, so I'm keeping that in my head", "Why is it when I'm certain of it, I end up wanting to cry alone".. Or how about "The day after I die, I wonder who you'll rely on"? Or "And I'm surprised, you've been having the same thoughts as me"?? OR "UNTIL THE FAR, FAR FUTURE, LET'S KEEP HURTING EACH OTHER"?? OR "BECAUSE UNTIL WE GET TO UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER, I'LL NEVER LEAVE YOU"?? OR "HITTING AND SHARING THIS EXPERIENCE TOGETHER BECAUSE WE'RE WRONG, WE'RE SHINING MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE NOW, RIGHT??? Yeah, I think you know who I'm talking about. I was so shocked when I read the lyrics because?? THIS IS LITERALLY KEI AND EIJI'S RELATIONSHIP?? Like, even lyrics like "So as we feel troubled, let's tell each other "I love you"" sound a lot like them because GOD THEIR DYNAMIC IS INSANE. Eiji constantly reminding Miki how much he hates Kei for everything he did to Eiji and having understandable reasons for wanting to kill him, but instantly going "protective older brother (who is actually younger)" mode when he sees Kei suffering?? Like seriously, if he could kill Kei, he would. But he didn't. Kei is injured, but still alive. Why did Eiji hold back? Is it because he's still scared of him? Is it because he's so used to Kei's abuse that it feels weird to do the same thing to his older brother? Is it because in a very twisted and also sad way, it's too hard for him to let Kei go and he actually loves him?

Miki: I decided to go with Find the Light! (Both songs are also from the same album, so yay, they match!) The lyrics sound so much like her T2 version and they actually sound a bit scary in this context: "The light slowly vanishes here in this dark world" (her talking about Milgram in general and how there's three guilty prisoners now and the prisoners' relationships are starting to become more toxic and even her relationship with Eiji is a bit different now), "Loving yesterday but hating tomorrow" (She actually gets to hang out with some prisoners sometimes and she ends up having fun, but then she remembers about Trial 2 and Trial 3.. and yeah, those thoughts scare her), "Only a monochrome black and white is reflected in my eyes" (The whole "Innocent or Guilty" thing), "Pushing back the needle of hopes with a finger" (She really is the guilty prisoners' only hope right now and the innocent prisoners also have to ask her for help too).. Some of them are kinda wholesome though, like "So that even if this voice breaks, cry out with a voice that reaches out to recolor the darkness" or "The smiles that I want to protect are right here".. Miki is such an interesting character to me, because at the same time she's a very naive girl who genuinely wants to help others, but also, just like Eiji, she really wants to be in control. Not for the sake of revenge though, but for the sake of stability. She just wants everything to be peaceful for once. And if anyone tries to disturb the peace, well, here's another reminder that she's still one of the guards.

Non-DECO*27 covers:

Again, I wanted to give them one song as a duet and that song is Punishment Game by Kururingo! Like it describes their T2 dynamic so well, or at least that's how Eiji sees their relationship now. Miki is mostly chill about it, but Eiji is slowly starting to see her as a rival. Some moments are so fun to imagine with them too, like "You're wearing that docile expression just to hide your own nervousness, am I right?", "You look like you're enjoying yourself", "You’re trying to keep up that quiet personality, but it’s falling to pieces, I can see it on your face", "No way, could it be that I was the one struggling uselessly this whole time?" and especially "Punishment game, but I'm not laughing, the person on the other end of the strings that move this world, who is it?"/"Hmm, I wonder who it is..".

But if I had to give them separate covers..

Eiji: Hitori Yurari by Kanaria and Maretu! Again, IT'S BECAUSE OF HIS DYNAMIC WITH KEI. IT'S A BIG PART OF HIS CHARACTER PLEASE UNDERSTAND ME. (Or maybe I'm just in that mood because Kei's profile is next and I'm. I'm looking away from his VD. His album trailer voiceline is also such a huge spoiler actually.) But honestly, I'd just love to hear his cover and I think it would sound so cool! The lyrics describe his and Kei's dynamic well too, like Eiji constantly repeating "There's still just no love at all" and also some hints about Kei's past are also there ("You're reeling alone, reeling alone in your dreams, you cried under the shade of a tree in an empty corner") and also lyrics like "Complaining about this and that, you looked down on me, "I love you!", "I hate you!", such an absurd character" and "The way things have gone, I'd prefer it if you'd fall down into hell" AND THE SONG ENDING WITH "I CRIED UNDER THE SHADE OF A TREE IN AN EMPTY CORNER" AND "I WANT TO LIVE WAY LONGER THAN YOU"?? YEAH.

Miki: This one is probably a bit sudden, but.. I decided to go with And Then You Became The Moon by Kikuo. I JUST HAD TO GO WITH A KIKUO SONG FOR HER THIS TIME IDK WHY LIKE I FELT LIKE I HAVE TO DO IT. Now, why this song in particular? Well, this is a cute song about two children playing in the snow and then both of them dying in a blizzard and becoming the Moon and the Star. So, uh.. Miki and Asahi <3 LIKE. THIS SONG SOUNDS SO CUTE AND SO SOFT BUT MIKI SINGING IT MAKES ME SO SAD. She literally thought her little brother died and she blamed herself for it 😭 Honestly, I feel like this song would sound cute as their duet too. I think Andou siblings' voices would sound very soft together. And also the lyrics like "At the very bottom they are together forever" are making me go :') because.. yeah.. It literally took both of them becoming a guard and a prisoner to finally reunite.. So yes, both guards get songs about their siblings this time!

[razorfst]

Andrei wasn't the one who was used to providing comfort. That wasn't who he was, not even close. He was the one that made people upset, they feared him if they didn't respect him. There was one thing he was certain of and that was that his mean trusted and respected him. Not a single part of them questioned him and he valued that, they were family not just in the name of who they worked for but in a feeling as well. That never extended outwards, his trust having to be earned for that to be the case. Sure he could lie and put on a mask to the outside world who nothing of the criminal behavior he took part in, but in the end that was all it was. This? This was an unknown situation but he was trying his best to handle it the proper way he knew how. Part of that was making sure she didn't get lost in the flashbacks, that was something he at least understood from his own experiences. Though he had no one to ground him, he could at least provide that for her. His words, honest, bot entirely sure if they were the right ones but it was the least something that was true. They were dead, that entire building had been wiped out by him and his men. He only watches her repeat him, seeing as the words do at least something else to calm her aside from his touch. Seeing her come back down, come to the present, he had thought it might be time for him to leave. She might have sense the movement because the next words to leave her mouth was a request that caught him slightly off guard.

Remaining in his seat, his position readjusting to the slight movement he had just done. The fear with which she meets his gaze is hard to ignore, it keeps him in his spot and in that moment it also has him make his decision. She doesn't need to explain because in a way he already understood why that was something that frightened her, strangers touching her after what she had been through. And even though he was one himself, he had still gotten her free. "I'll stay. You don't....need to explain." He says it in as comforting of a manner as he could, not sure if it was effective but he was doing his best. Maybe it was because of the fact he had saved her that made her feel safe and he wasn't about to ruin that or have her retreat more into herself, so he stayed. Her look was enough. She didn't know but Andrei could understand to an extent, her frightened look almost reminding him of how he had been when he was a child. A family he thought loved him had betrayed that feeling and showed their true colors. It was what sent him on the path that eventually got him sitting beside her bed, though it hadn't been something he saw coming at all. None of it really had been, but he was used to adapting when he needed to and this was going to be one of those situations. And as much as he would like to finish what he had started, he knew he had to wait until things with her got better. A sigh leaves him as he nods, his hand still holding her's. Patience, something he would have to work with it seemed. "It's fine, I shouldn't have asked you so soon."

His brow furrowed as she tried to say something else, something that the Romanian couldn't quite understand. But then he remembered, patience with her. Then there it was, the word owe. It made Andrei sit up more as his expression grew slightly serious before his head shook slowly. "You don't owe me anything. I don't want you thinking you do." Andrei wanted that to get through to her because it was how he felt. There was nothing she needed to do to make up for what he did. Maybe it was because he hadn't been there originally to help her but in the end it didn't matter, she didn't need to do that. "I will stay because....for some reason my presence helps you, I'm not going to take that from you." Though he would need his hand back if he was going to work a bit from her room. "But I will nee to step out from time to time, for your family and my own work. That's all I ask. And if there is anything you remember, you tell me. I'll handle it from there." There's a small pause, a look towards the door and then back to her. "And I hope you don't think I am a cop, but also don't tell them much of anything else. What they know, from what I told them, is enough." There's a small squeeze to her hand, a reassuring one. "Everything has been handled, alright?"

@kookheiress

⸻   the   pressure   of   the   squeeze   pierces   through   gruesome   flashbacks   ,   her   own   grip   tightening   like   a   vice   as   though   his   hand   were   a   lifeline   .   doe   like   gaze   peers   up   into   stoic   emerald   ,   lower   lip   quivering   mildly   as   she   nods   in   response   to   his   reassurances   .   in   truth   the   entirety   of   the   little   wolf   trembles   ,   each   blink   just   enough   time   to   picture   the   faces   of   her   captors   behind   fluttering   eyelids   and   elicit   a   new   whimper   of   agonized   vulnerability   .   ❝   not   there   anymore   ,   ❞   emma   parrots   quietly   ,   timbre   soft   and   distant   as   panic   gives   way   to   dissociation   .   ❝   they're   dead   .   they're   dead   ,   they're   gone   .   ❞   sculpted   brows   furrow   with   concentration   as   she   repeats   the   words   like   a   mantra   ,   watching   in   her   mind   as   the   bodies   fall   and   her   wrists   are   freed   from   shackles   dipped   daily   in   wolfsbane   .   lashes   lift   ,   gaze   flitting   down   to   where   the   marks   have   already   healed   themselves   over   with   smooth   ,   unmarred   dermis   .   good   .   at   least   something   is   healing   .   it   appears   as   though   the   scrapes   and   bruises   the   poisons   had   allowed   her   to   sustain   have   all   faded   ;   she   hopes   that   was   before   anyone   got   a   decent   look   at   her   .   but   the   last   day   or   so   has   passed   in   such   a   blur   that   the   blonde   cannot   for   certain   pinpoint   nearly   any   specific   event   succeeding   the   moment   she'd   been   freed   from   the   basement   .

❝   . . .   could   you   stay   with   me   ?   ❞   emma   breathes   ,   a   surge   of   panic   tightening   her   chest   as   she   fluctuates   between   visceral   fear   and   abject   numbness   .   ❝   i   hate   it   here   ;   they   keep   coming   in   to   run   tests   and   take   blood   and   every   time   they   touch   me   i   just   feel   -   ❞   breath   quickens   ,   eyes   shut   tight   as   another   flashback   sends   her   free   hand   shooting   out   to   lay   atop   strong   forelimb   .   palm   flattens   against   battle   -   worn   dermis   as   she   grounds   herself   again   ,   swallowing   forcefully   and   directing   a   timid   gaze   back   up   to   his   visage   .   ❝   it   would   just   . . .   it   would   be   a   lot   less   terrifying   if   you'd   stay   .   ❞   on   her   very   best   day   ,   words   do   not   come   easily   to   the   youngest   martin   ;   not   when   it   comes   to   communicating   what   demons   plague   the   inner   workings   of   her   psyche   .   in   her   freshly   traumatized   state   she   finds   it   nearly   impossible   to   vocalize   all   that   she   feels   ,   all   that   she   fears   .   she   can   only   hope   that   each   unspoken   word   is   clear   enough   behind   petrified   ,   empty   irises   which   until   now   -   until   him   -   had   been   entirely   devoid   of   hope   for   the   majority   of   her   captivity   .   

emma   knows   that   he   needs   information   which   more   than   anything   ,   she   wants   to   provide   .   but   each   wave   of   panic   sets   her   back   the   moment   she   begins   to   think   about   the   events   of   the   last   two   years   ,   frustrating   the   little   wolf   to   no   end   .   ❝   i   want   -   . . .   i   want   to   help   ,   ❞   she   whispers   ,   offering   another   timid   squeeze   to   large   ,   rough   hand   as   she   attempts   to   steady   her   breathing   .   ❝   i   think   that   if   -   if   you   just   -   . . .   ❞   shoulders   slump   as   she   comes   to   realize   just   how   treacherous   it   will   be   to   journey   along   the   road   to   recovery   .   to   come   face   to   face   with   each   nightmare   lived   through   .   each   man   ,   each   icy   rinse   ,   each   no   and   stop   and   please   that   had   done   absolutely   nothing   in   the   face   of   her   living   ,   waking   hell   .   in   her   current   state   ,   it   seems   as   though   peace   is   a   concept   hidden   deep   inside   a   vault   to   which   there   is   no   combination   .   but   this   man   is   the   reason   she   can   once   again   see   the   sun   .   he   is   the   reason   that   while   she'll   be   haunted   by   memories   for   the   foreseeable   future   ,   she   will   never   again   be   haunted   by   those   men   .   ❝   i   can't   -   if   you   stay   with   me   for   a   little   while   ,   i   think   i   can -   . . .   i   owe   you   my   life   . . .   i   want   to   try   .   ❞

[crapolicedolls]

paid for a yo sd yesterday 🤡🤡🤡 purely so my dollsbe pumpkin can have a similarly chubby fruend his size

[kookiecrumb]

innocent reader sitting on jungkooks lap 😏 yk what happens next.

.... not me making this a firefighter!jk x reader because i have been thirsting over them lately o.o

Fun Fact: I came three times after writing this.

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jjk || Burn

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wc: ~ 1K

pairing: classmate!jungkook x fem!reader

warnings: smut!, fingering, wh*re, reader has a nice ass, cumplay/small breeding kink, innocent!reader, unprotected sex, stl, nippleplay (f&m), horny grinding, rough sex, semi-public sex

a/n:

... I wrote this while I was in highschool.

I'm 18. The characters are 18. They're in highschool cause I was in highschool and could legally have sex. Totally legal and realistic story.

here.

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You had math class with him sophomore year. You would actively avoid interacting with him because he had his clique and his girl or whatever at the time, and you weren't running with them. What you did do, though, was stare wistfully at him every once in a while, just a glance.

He liked to get funny with the teacher, and ask ridiculous questions to distract her so that the class wouldn't have to do any work that period. You appreciated that. You're a natural procrastinator, so you took advantage of the instructor rambling about something you couldn't care less about to do your English homework.

"Oh really," Jungkook would smirk at the teacher, smiling as if he was truly, genuinely interested in how her landlord is out to get her or something.

Maybe it is kind of cruel. You do feel bad sometimes when he does that. She just needs someone to talk to, but it's not the students' job to console the teacher and care about their problems. You're just here to get a piece of paper that says you made it. Made what? No one knows.

Jungkook never pays attention to the class anyways. The tests are always open notes so when the time comes he taps your shoulder and asks for your "help."

You can't deny him.

That'll be your downfall.

He leans over his paper, chewing his lip with a delicate downward gaze. His fingers thump against the table as he attempts the problem. Awkwardly glancing up towards you, he meets your eyes. "Just this one time," he laughs. This is the sixth time he's said that, as a matter of fact.

The only reason he gets away with this sort of thing is because he's a firefighter. You know he won't have to know half of the stuff he learned in Pre-Calculus to fight fires and save lives. It's quite noble. Otherwise, you would have told him to figure himself out.

"Ah, thanks, y/n, you're the best..." he'd say when you finish the test for him. You make sure to explain how you got there, too, just so that he'd learn something. It was a good thing he was infectiously cute and had a heart of Gold.

That's not to say that he was innocent, exactly. Even though you had nothing to prove it with, you were sure that he's been with the girls he sits next to by the way they were so comfortable around him. They were pretty, but his eyes always seemed to be somewhere else.

He was often late to class, which resulted in him gathering multiple tardy slips, which amounted to a few days of detention before graduation, senior year.

At that point it had been two years since you'd been in a class with him, but he got so much hotter. You pry your eyes away every time he slips past you in the lunch line.

His presence has gotten so much more intimidating to you. His sense of style has elevated. He's quieter now, and he doesn't run with the same crowd anymore. People say he's fallen off. You're curious as to why, even if it is none of your business.

"I got fucking detention," he says through a breath to his friend, next to him. They're standing in line for the usual: chicken strips with a carton of milk and a fruit cup.

"Nah, when? That's fucked up, they shouldn't be allowed to do that, man," his friend rasps back.

"Thursday. That's like...the day before we graduate." He smacks his teeth. "S'bullshit."

You reach into your pocket to pull out your folded pink detention slip given to you by the assistant principal. It's uncharacteristic for you to step out of line, and even the administrators know that. You never get called down to the office or anything.

It just came out of you. You got yelled at by a teacher for stepping out of line and you now face the consequences. You're almost relieved. It's about time you get a break from all of it.

The line is moving, so you put away your slip, wall forward, and tell the nice lady what you want for lunch.

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You're the bookish kind. Freshman year, you tried things out, got a taste of the freedom that came with getting older, but quickly fell out of the culture once you got invested in your academics.

You've gotten to know a ton of nice guys around campus, each with their own impressive academic portfolios with thriving social lives-- all eligible bachelors who have similar goals and career aspirations. None of them satisfy the kind of excitement you seek in a man. That's why you secretly like the bad boys-- Namely, him.

He strolls into the detention center on Thursday, slamming the slip on the table in front of the administrator who puts down her microwavable stir-fry to examine the banal paper. "Mm," she says, shaking her head. "I'm gonna need your ID and your phone, sweetie," she smiles at him.

Jungkook slips his fingers into his back jean pocket and pulls out a destroyed ID from freshman year as he sets down his phone, face up on the table. You watch him unfold from the table and approach you with his laptop under his arm.

He plops himself across from you, with a labored sigh. This is a four hour detention and you only brought one pair of underwear. He doesn't care, though. Why would he care?

He lifts his eyes and smiles at you, face rejuvenated by your company. "Hey," he nods.

"Hey," you say back.

He unravels his computer charger and plugs it into the wall, going under the table, and temporarily out of sight from the administrator. You close your legs quickly.

Jungkook appears from underneath, looking like he knows something he shouldn't. "Isn't that against school dress code?" He refers to your skirt.

He looked at your skirt, which means he must have watched you close your legs. "Yeah, but..."

"--I mean we graduate Friday, it's not like they're gonna withhold your diploma for wearing a skirt to detention, right?" He finishes for you.

His fingers reach for his ears, cooling them down as he glues his eyes to his laptop. "Cool. It's pretty."

A few seconds later, he says, "It's a nice skirt."

He's still on that? You readjust your posture and cross your legs, trying to comfortably do the remainder of your school work. You need to take a piss. It always happens after you get turned on.

"Excuse me, miss!" You raise your hand politely. "I need to use the restroom." You pull down your skirt and rise from your seat.

You get the okay to go, taking the hall pass and leaving your stuff as-is. The school bathrooms are nasty, as usual, but there's no one here so at least there's no line.

You push the soap dispenser and groan when you realize nothing is coming out. Frustrated, you snap the cap off your hand sanitizer and rub it on your hands, walking out.

Temporarily blinded by the brief frustration of the bathroom situation, you do not realize that Jungkook has taken over your seat and sit down...

On him. With your skirt.

Immediately upon feeling a warm body beneath you, you rise up and look back in alarm. "I didn't mean to sit on you, I didn't know that you moved, I'm so so sorry, that must be so awkward, I really...really didn't mean to--" your excuses come flowing out like water from a stream.

"I really am so sorry--"

Jungkook glances down on his black jeans and notices at a spot darker than the surrounding fabric. He fixates on it as your heart beats out your chest. "Uhmm..." You purse your lips.

At that moment, the administrator stands up from her station, holding her phone and darts out of the room. Later you'll learn that some kid pulled the fire alarm.

Jungkook watches her walk out and automatically lock the door behind her. "She's not coming back, so why don't you make yourself comfortable."

What?

"Since you decided to ruin my jeans, I get to ruin you. Is that not how it works?" He pulls you towards his waist again and wraps your legs around his body. Gradually, he buries his nose in your chest and kisses your chest, feeling the pounding of your heart quiver. "Isn't that right, y/n? Or do you need me to make it into a math problem?"

You gasp softly, spreading your legs just a bit further to find a prominent bulge pulsing just under your pooling arousal. It's pure excitement. "Yes~" you sigh.

"That's right. Smart and pretty, what a combination," his fingers cradle your face and leads your lips to his venom, kissing you until he can't stand you rocking on his cock like that. "You're such an obliviously innocent little thing," he grabs a handful of your ass and kneads it as your hips grind flush against him.

"I'm not," your voice hitches. Fuck.

"Really," he breathes near your ear as his thumb slowly rolls down the adorable pair of panties you wore just for today. "Really..."

You try so hard not to moan when the cool touch of his fingertips graze your soaking wet pussy but it's just too much for you to keep quiet, there's only so much you can take.

He sets you down on one of the tables with your legs crossed. You place your ankle under your cunt and ride it softly as your eyes fall upon him stripping down for you.

You carefully tug down your shirt and pull down the straps of your bra for him to see your tits. He smiles brightly, like a puppy.

"They're so cute!" He pulls his belt out of the loop and pulls his zipper apart before hopping up there with you and forcing you down on the table as his mouth latches on to one experimentally. He tends to them diligently, suckling softly before popping off. They're shiny with his saliva.

He trails up, peppering the smallest kisses before pulling you down toward him and grinding his clothed girth against the length of your cunt. Your chest flutters, as you pull at his shirt. He tosses it off and you immediately get to work on his chest, marking his tanned skin as you receive the flowing pleasure he provides you.

"You could have said so," he groans. "Could have," pants "said you needed me like you do."

"I don't, I didn't--" you mewl. His fingers penetrate you, pressing against you firmly and thrusting languidly. You hesitantly arch.

He catches your lips in a hungry kiss and pins you down with his hips, his pants riding down his thighs until he finally plunges the head of his cock inside of you. You grab him closer and scratch his back until red streaks appear along his shoulder blades.

He hisses sharply from the pain of pleasure. "Fuck-- fuck," he groans. "That stretch feels amazing, oh my god," he sighs. You run your fingers through his black hair and tug him to kiss you deeply.

You can't feel your knees. Your skin feels like it's pleasantly burning from his particular touch.

He rolls his hips softly, pushing in and massaging your thighs. "God, you're so good to fuck," he whines before he thrusts in roughly. You watch his face contort to bliss, his groans ripping from his chest.

You reply to them weakly between quick breaths. Your moans are shallow and wavering, as the tension only tightens inside of you.

Watching this, Jungkook gradually withdraws from you and folds his fingers between yours before asking you to breathe in. "You'll have more fun that way," he insists.

He splits you again until he's sure you've adjusted to him nicely.

"Good girl," he thrums. You place your hand on his chest and play with his nipples, tugging at them playfully between your fingers. He kisses your ear in response, humming pleasurably.

He snaps his hips up and adjusts himself inside of you. His eyes narrow as his body finds a good angle to abuse your cervix. He rolls in and snaps, pulling your hips flush against his cock several times before kneeling and pounding in again.

His arms drape over your body and kiss your back while his thumb and index furl against your throbbing clit, pushing delicately while you spill your limbs on the cool table beneath you. "Holy fuck, Jungkook..." you gasp.

"Fuck me," you rasp. "Harder, harder, harder please~" you whine.

Jungkook uses his thumb to snap the strap of your panties against your skin.

"Mh~!" you cry.

"Patience is a virtue." He grabs a fist full of your skirt and pins you against the table with your ass up. "You could be the school whore if you wanted to with an ass like this," he grunts, his arms shaking from force.

He smacks it hard to watch it jiggle. You roll your eyes in pleasure, your knees barely holding up your body. "I want to watch you take my cum," he commands. "I want to see you full of it, dripping from your cunt."

You kiss him again, biting his lip as you feel his hips stagger. With a sharp breath, you convulse around him, your orgasm coating him generously in your cum. He shakes, his hands gripping your ass harshly before he fills you completely.

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Episode 13 season 2 🛳

And everyone cheered! 🥳

I really wanted with everything in me to post this episode immediately after it came out, but things happened and it's only now that I have a chance to do so, let's get started.

I know if you guys are at least a little like me you screamed the moment you heard Lucy's voice for the first time after months and you screamed even more when the camera showed her 🤭

"You applied for the job to avoid dealing with your feelings for me."

Do you want to know how much Kate loves Lucy? She mentions the real reason Lucy applied for that assignment as a way of letting her know she can say it, plus it's fun to call her out 🤫

"I miss you."

I love the fact that this call exists, that it was just them catching up, talking about things not too important and taking the opportunity to let each other know that they already want to see each other again 🥰

"Be careful."

Nothing else to say, I love that they love each other and I love their love

Now, I've been saving this for a month, let's talk about Special Agent Afloat Lucy Tara in all her glory 🤗

Let's start with the fact that I know for a fact that she never believed what happened was what it looked like

Lucy is still a junior agent within NCIS, we are used to seeing her taking orders and not giving them, giving ideas and waiting for them to be approved, but in this case we got to see her work on her own, proving that no matter if she is the least experienced agent in her team, she can stand on her own

Another thing I loved to see in her, is that she immediately noticed the sailor getting uncomfortable in the presence of his superior and then gave him the opportunity to get out of there, he didn't say anything but she immediately noticed the change of attitude in the way he expressed himself as opposed to when it was just the two of them

Once again when talking to the "fun boss" she knew something was wrong, Lucy knew she was the one who was hiding something and for a moment she thought it was the sailor the woman was dating

One thing I can't not mention is the way she didn't hesitate to clarify the authority she had within the case, she was the one who was going to solve what had happened and the moment he asked something he shouldn't have, meddling in her work, she made sure to make this clear to him

My baby has grown so much 🥺

Once again Lucy proving she's smarter than all of us

Pausing just to tell you how lovely it is to me that Ernie and Lucy were having video calls while she was on the boat, it shows how much they love and care for each other

Back to the case, I told you guys that she knew something was wrong. Even though everything is technically solved she knew it couldn't be that easy, she knew there was something else she wasn't seeing, and she was right.

She casually unpacked everything while making time to find exactly what she knew was there

That's the expression she always makes when she knows she's right and we love to see it

And trusting her instinct, not settling for the answer she had gotten, she found the truth

This episode became one of my favorites, because it allowed us to see how much Lucy has grown as an agent and to see her work on her own using everything she's learned and proving she can do it. I think a lot of Jane's example, she always looks for the answer of things until she is sure that what she got is really the truth and Lucy proved to have learned this during this episode.

That's it for Lucy in this episode. I'll be back later with Kate's scenes

Lucy episode 13