#I'm just :') thank you Musashi

[holygrailcycle]

It's 3am and I've shifted from Riderposting to thinking about Lancer/Setanta and feeling weepy.

Because it's clear when he turned on us that it wasn't because he hated us. Like. He tried to talk to us. He tried to get through. He empathized with us. Not just his own Master but the mass of us - this patchwork of souls in whole.

And it backfired on him. Badly. Nearly got him, one of the most iconic heroes housed within the Throne, killed.

So it's no wonder he's decided to go full throttle this time around. He can't afford to second guess. Because if he tries the same trick twice, there's no guarantee it'll get the same result. He doesn't know if we'd hesitate, or slip up. If he gives us a single inch, this could be the time we actually beat him. And he can't - or doesn't want to - trust that anyone else will be willing to meet his resolve, to pick up where he left off.

Or maybe he just feels like it's his duty to finish the job. To make sure it's him, and no one else, that ends us.

I don't know whether he's grown to hate us in the time between then and now. But before - he probably just saw it as a mercy.

I mean, if you saw an animal going rabid, wouldn't killing it seem like a mercy? A kindness? Something you, a being with the power to offer this kind of ending, should do for its own sake? Isn't that what was happening to us, as far as we're aware at this point? Going rabid, losing our collective mind. A slippery slope into the depths of Madness, dragging our own Servants down with us like the most hateful kind of leash.

Can you blame him, really?

The curse of Gae Bolg is a curse of ending for the things that Cu Chulainn holds dear. He's already accepted the burden of death. No reason to look to anyone else when he's perfectly capable of getting the job done. No matter what it costs him, personally.

Cu Chulainn already accepted the costs when he chose to chase that star, all that time ago.

Of course, as Setanta - as a boy not yet bound to that fate - he might have other options still available to him. If he's willing to consider them. To see them as any kind of possibility without catastrophe being the likely outcome.

I don't know if it's possible to get through to him at this point. I just hope, before the end - whoever's end it ends up being - we get to at least share one drink with him.

It's also clear that fucking SOMETHING happened to us during our 'investigation' in the Origin War. That we weren't always a walking mass of Rage. Musashi said we were never the personable type, but that as time went on our Madness Infection got worse and worse. And even she wanted to try and save us from it... Not destroy us. Not until she had all that time to herself as a Nameless Shade, to turn her mind to the idea that maybe that was what it would take.

Was it us simply giving in to our nature, or an outside influence for the worse? I think it's a decent question worth considering and pursuing.

[bebe-writes-stuff]

Kazutora x Y/n smut

--TWO SMUTS IN ONE DAY??? crazy ik, we on a grind ho--

--bitchhh I can't write smut It makes me so embarrassed istg I PHYSICALLY CANT DO IT HELP MEEE----

The evening air was cool at Musashi Shrine, the tranquility punctuated by the rustling of leaves and the distant hum of city life. Kazutora sat on the shrine steps, his shoulders slumped, eyes reflecting the turmoil inside him. Y/n watched him quietly, her heart heavy with concern. The gang meeting had ended hours ago, but Kazutora lingered, reluctant to face the chaos of his home life.

Kazutora sighed deeply, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "I just don't want to go home, Y/n. I can't deal with my family right now."

Y/n's eyes softened with empathy as she moved closer, her hand gently touching his arm. "I get it, Kazutora. I know." She paused, a thoughtful look crossing her face as an idea formed. "Why don't you stay with me tonight? My parents are out of the city for the next three days, and I'm all alone."

Kazutora's eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and gratitude washing over him. "Are you sure? I don't want to impose."

"Of course, I'm sure!" Y/n grinned, playfully nudging him with her shoulder. "Come on, it'll be fun. We can have a mini sleepover."

Kazutora chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing a bit. "Alright, if you insist."

The walk to Y/n's house was filled with light banter, the weight of Kazutora's troubles momentarily lifting. As they stepped inside, Y/n's excitement was palpable. She dashed to the kitchen, grabbing an assortment of snacks before leading Kazutora to her room.

"Make yourself comfortable," she said, spreading the snacks out on her bed and turning on the TV. "I've got all the good shows lined up."

Kazutora couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "You're really going all out, huh?"

"Absolutely," Y/n replied, plopping down beside him and popping open a bag of chips. "Oh, and I got you some PJs from my dad's closet. They should fit you."

Kazutora took the offered pajamas with a grateful nod. "Thanks, Y/n. You're the best."

Y/n beamed. "I know," she teased, sticking her tongue out playfully. "Now, let's get comfy and enjoy the night."

After changing into the pajamas, Kazutora joined Y/n on the bed, feeling more relaxed than he had in a long time. They watched TV, laughing at the absurdity of the show they had picked. Y/n's lighthearted commentary had Kazutora in stitches, his laughter filling the room.

"I can't believe you find this so funny," Kazutora said between chuckles. "You're ridiculous."

"It's called having a good sense of humor," Y/n retorted

As the night went on, Y/n pulled out her skincare routine, explaining each step with an endearing seriousness. Kazutora listened intently, his heart swelling at her genuine care and attention.

"First, we cleanse," she said, holding up a bottle of face wash. "You gotta get rid of all the dirt and grime from the day."

Kazutora followed her lead, mimicking her movements. "You really know your stuff, huh?"

"Of course! Skincare is important," Y/n replied with a wink. "Next, we tone. This helps to balance your skin's pH."

Kazutora nodded, fascinated by her dedication. "You're really something else, Y/n."

She grinned, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks. "I just want you to feel good, Kazutora."

By the time they finished, Kazutora felt a strange mix of calm and elation. Turning off the TV, Y/n flopped back onto the bed, a content sigh escaping her lips. Kazutora joined her, and they started gossiping about random things, their laughter filling the room once more.

As they chatted, they involuntarily edged closer, the space between them shrinking. At one point, Kazutora's gaze lingered on Y/n's lips, a thought forming in his mind.

"Y/n," he began hesitantly, his voice soft. "Can I ask you something?"

Y/n turned to him, curiosity shining in her eyes. "What's up?"

Kazutora took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "Can I kiss you?"

A surprised look crossed Y/n's face, followed by a shy smile. "Yeah, you can."

He leaned in slowly, their lips meeting in a gentle, tentative kiss. The simplicity of it made Y/n's heart flutter. What started as a sweet kiss quickly deepened, the intensity growing between them. Kazutora's hand cupped Y/n's cheek, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

As their kisses grew more fervent, they found themselves entangled, bodies pressing closer together. Kazutora's breath hitched as Y/n's hand roamed over his chest, her touch igniting a fire within him.

"Y/n," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire. "You're driving me crazy."

Y/n responded by pressing her body against his, her hands sliding down to his waistband. She began to rub him through his clothes, feeling him grow harder under her touch. Kazutora groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Fuck, Y/n," he gasped, his voice raw with need. "You feel so good."

Emboldened by his reaction, Y/n slipped her hand into his pants, wrapping her fingers around his throbbing length. She started to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, feeling him twitch in her grasp. Kazutora's breaths came in ragged gasps, his eyes fluttering shut. Without a word, Y/n lowered her head, taking him into her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, and Kazutora's hands tangled in her hair as she worked him with her lips and tongue. The heat of her mouth and the expert movements of her tongue drove him wild. His climax hit him hard, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips as he released into her mouth.

As he came down from his high, Kazutora pulled Y/n up into his arms, kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her lips. "You have no idea what you do to me," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and lingering desire.

Y/n smiled, snuggling into his embrace. "I think I have some idea," she replied, her voice soft and affectionate.

[tgrailwar-zero]

(Servant Zoom) Rider, we're going to a party!! oh oh! I'm assuming Saber's got a copy of the contract she signed without reading it from Jaguar by now, can you still look into that?

CONSTANTINE: "Our Saber just left for said party before I could ask."

CONSTANTINE: "As for you all... well, you do deserve a break. Just take care, okay?"

GIUSEPPE: "Well, we'll see what we can find out at the party. Let's go."

You returned the LITTLE GUY to... wherever he went when he was in your inventory, and made your way down the Megalopolis, following the instructions that GIUSEPPE had.

You recognized the building.

And then the floor number.

And then the penthouse.

This was DURYODHANA's place. You saw that it was full of people. Some of them were fighters, some of them weren't. The boss lady herself pushed through the attendees, approaching you.

JAGUAR MAN: "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in!"

GIUSEPPE: "Madame Jaguar."

KUKULKAN: "Miss Jaguar!"

JAGUAR MAN: "So, you made it. Our Samurai is already at the bar if you're lookin' for her. Listen, I'm not gonna bug ya' over Bout stuff. Not unless you really wanna talk shop, that is. Right now, this Jaguar is sitting back and enjoying herself. The first round of fights and the finals are always the toughest to set up, so I'm relaxing. And while our 'Jishnu' is in one hell of a mood--"

Before she finished, DURYODHANA sauntered over.

DURYODHANA: "Uh-oh, my ears are burning."

JAGUAR MAN: "Ah… haha! There's my guy! Listen, Duryodhana. You're bein' real generous, lending us your place as a venue. Gotta say, we really appreciate it."

DURYODHANA: "Oh, I know. I know. There's no need to thank me. All are welcome here tonight. Drink and eat as you please- feast until you're full! No, even more than that! Dance, laugh, break a chair if you want! A window! Who gives a damn! I certainly don't! Ha-ha-ha!"

DURYODHANA: "Tonight, we have fun! It's the Flaming Bout, after all! A huge congratulations to all of my fellow fighters! Wahahahaha!"

He raised his glass, as the other guests let out a whooping cheer as he pushed his way back through the party. He seemed like he was in high spirits, considering his loss. Maybe a bit rowdy, sure, but this was a large celebration.

JAGUAR MAN: "He's spiraling."

Oh.

JAGUAR MAN: "The only thing keeping him sane is social praise. So just… ix-nay on the oss-lay, okay? Outside of that, enjoy yourselves. Mingle, chat, just don't do anything that'll turn into a PR nightmare for me, alright?"

With that, she waved and waded back into the crowd.

Well… the party seemed busy at least. You watched as KUKULKAN wandered off in one direction, and it seemed like GIUSEPPE simply vanished into the background.

You saw where KUKULKAN wandered off to. She was making small talk with a shy, yet ominous-looking man off in the corner. From the brief clip you saw, this was the WATERSIDE REVENANT.

IZOU and MUSASHI were making conversation by the bar.

It didn't take much effort to clock CITT, as massive as he was in the golden armor, idly speaking to a stylish-looking man.

You saw ORION floating by a masked man and a woman, who was idly yet irritably pushing him away with one hand.

Even though JAGUAR MAN said she was relaxing, you saw her making the rounds. Though she was also taking breaks, she just didn't seem like the type that could sit still for very long.

Then, of course, there was DURYODHANA. He was sequestered away from the rest of the party, idly drinking the night away.

[justletmewritepls]

Memories (Tokyo Revengers Mikey x Reader)

Chapter 1

Age 7

I stared at the blonde-haired boy in front of me with a confused expression. He met my gaze with a nonchalant look, holding a lollipop up to me, silently offering it. I took it and mumbled a quiet "thank you."

"We were wondering if you wanted to play with us..." he said, looking off to the side as if he couldn't care less.

I glanced past him at the door where a blonde-haired girl and a black-haired boy waved at me. Then I turned to look at my brother, who was working on his bike with his friend. He noticed me and gave me a nod.

"You're welcome to play, (Y/n). Just don't wander too far," my brother, Keigo, smiled at me. I grinned and ran off with the blonde boy.

"I'm Manjiro Sano, but you can call me Mikey," he introduced himself. "This is my little sister, Emma, and my friend Keisuke Baji."

"I'm (Y/n) Hori... but just call me (Y/n)."

"Wanna see some moves we learned at the dojo yesterday?" Baji asked excitedly.

I nodded, and we headed to the dojo. They spent the next hour and a half showing me a few moves and even teaching me some. After a while, Emma and I went to her room to play on our own.

Age 11

After school, I was walking home, heading back from choir practice. The sun was setting as I made my way through the park. It was mostly empty, except for three boys a bit older than me, standing near the swings, chatting.

But as soon as they saw me, they called out.

"Hey, cutie!" the brunette called with a cocky grin, clearly showing off for his friends. "Wanna be my girlfriend?"

I blinked, confused and a bit put off by his smugness. "Huh?"

"Come on, he asked you a question!" the shorter boy beside him said, mimicking his expression.

"Oh... um... no thank you. I'm not allowed to da—"

"Oh, shut up! Just say yes! We know you like him!" the third boy added, as the three of them closed in on me, blocking my way.

"I... You don't even know me!" I protested, hoping they'd just mistook me for someone else.

"Nah, you're (Y/n) from class 2," the brunette said, crushing any hope I had.

Before I knew it, the other two boys grabbed my arms, holding me in place while taunting me. That’s when my instincts kicked in.

I kicked the first boy hard in the side of the head, knocking him out cold. In the same motion, I tore myself free from the other two and ducked, then roundhouse kicked their legs out from under them. They stumbled back, clearly scared, and quickly grabbed their fallen friend and ran off.

I stood there, breathing heavily, trembling a little from the shock and adrenaline. I dusted myself off, trying to shake it off.

Then I heard a sharp whistle.

"Guess you didn’t need our help after all..." a silver-haired boy said, smirking as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Beside him were two blonde-haired boys—one with a scar on his jaw and the other with what looked like a fake tattoo on his head.

I let out a nervous chuckle, not sure how to respond.

Age 13

I was on the back of Keigo’s motorbike, gripping tightly as he zoomed down the streets, riding like a madman.

I punched his shoulder lightly. "Go slower!" I warned, but he just laughed it off, clearly enjoying the ride.

I frowned, my eyebrows knitting together in annoyance, before a small smile crept up on my face. Even though I didn’t want to admit it, I was kind of enjoying this.

Soon enough, we arrived at Musashi Shrine.

I jumped off the bike and took off my helmet before handing it back to Keigo.

"Thanks for the lift!" I called, spinning on my heel to run up the stairs.

At the top, I saw the boys standing in a circle, hands outstretched in front of them as if comparing something in the center.

"What are you guys doing?" I asked as I approached.

"(Y/n)!" Mikey and Mitsuya shouted in unison as they spotted me.

"We're trying to see if we can buy charms for our new biker gang, but we don’t have enough money," Draken said, clearly frustrated by the situation.

"Oh, I’ll buy one for you." I offered, pulling my wallet out.

They all lit up with excitement and practically tackled me to the ground in gratitude.

I paid for a purple charm, one for road safety and handed it to Baji.

"You should hold on to it for us, Baji," Mikey said with a grin.

"That’s right. You’re the reason we formed the gang in the first place." Draken added.

"Yeah, you take care of it." Mitsuya said, nodding in agreement.

"Take care of it for us." Pah-chin said, giving him a grin. Kazutora just hummed in agreement.

"I’ll take good care of it. You can count on me." Baji said, looking down at the charm like it was the most precious thing he owned.

I smiled softly, watching the boys being... well, boys.

"I’m sure you guys will achieve all your dreams... I’ll be watching." I said, giving a small grin.

"Thank you for buying it, (Y/n)." Mitsuya said, coming to stand next to me.

"You sure you don’t want to join?" Mikey asked, hopping closer, clearly excited by the idea.

"No, I’m good. I don’t think I’d fit in with a biker gang," I declined, shaking my head.

"Well... we promise that if you ever change your mind, there’ll always be a spot in the Tokyo Manji Gang for you!" Mikey said, raising his hands in excitement.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to hold back a laugh. "Tokyo Manji Gang? What a dumbass name!"

The boys burst out laughing with me.

"Hey! Quit it! It’s a cool name, okay!" Mikey protested, looking flustered.

---

A few weeks later

I was in my room, headphones on, strumming my guitar as the sound of the outside world faded. It was a typical Saturday afternoon, and for the first time in a while, I felt like I could breathe. The music was my escape from everything—school, the pressure, and the silent, empty space Keigo had left behind. He hadn’t been home much lately, but that wasn’t unusual. He was always out, doing something—something I didn’t want to ask about.

The door to my room creaked open, and I instinctively pulled off my headphones, my fingers still lightly pressing the strings. I looked up to see my parents standing in the doorway. My mom had her hands wrung together, and my dad looked... different. His face was pale, his eyes red-rimmed, like he hadn’t slept in days.

A cold chill ran through me. Something felt off, but I couldn’t place it.

“(Y/n),” my dad’s voice was soft, lower than usual, almost like he was holding something back. “We need to talk.”

I sat up, suddenly feeling like the room was too small. “What’s going on?” I asked, my voice unsteady.

Mom stepped into the room, her hands pressed together like she was praying, but there was no calmness in her. She looked like someone who had just been through a storm. Her eyes met mine, and I could tell she had been crying.

“Sweetheart...” she began, her voice breaking slightly, “We need to sit down.”

A pit opened in my stomach. I stood slowly, my legs trembling. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. I followed them into the living room, my heart racing with every step.

Once we were all seated, the silence stretched painfully. My mom kept looking at my dad, like she was waiting for him to say something. But he just stared at the floor, his jaw clenched tightly, as if he was trying to hold back tears.

I swallowed, trying to steady my voice. “What happened?”

My dad shifted in his seat, and for a long moment, he didn’t speak. My mom, tears brimming in her eyes, reached over to take my hand. Her touch was cold, and it sent an icy shiver up my spine.

“I don’t know how to say this,” Dad finally muttered, his voice rough. “Keigo... your brother... he’s gone.”

The world tilted. I blinked, trying to understand his words, to make them fit into something that made sense. “What do you mean gone?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Where is he? When is he coming home?”

Mom’s hand tightened around mine, and she let out a soft sob. It was then that I realized what they were saying. What they were telling me. Though I already knew when he had said it, I just didn't want to accept it.

“Keigo...” she whispered, her voice cracking. “He... he was killed.”

I couldn’t breathe. The air seemed to leave the room in an instant, leaving nothing but a suffocating silence. “No,” I gasped, shaking my head. “No, you’re wrong. He’s just... he’s just out with his friends. He’ll be back—he’s not... He’s not dead!”

Dad exhaled sharply, and his shoulders slumped. “(Y/n), listen to me. Keigo... he was involved with a gang called the Black Dragons. They... they got into a fight with another gang. It was supposed to be a small thing, just a clash. But it turned into something much worse. He... didn’t make it.”

The words were like a punch to the gut. I could feel my breath catch in my throat, like there was a weight pressing on my chest. “No... not Keigo,” I whispered, my eyes welling up. “Keigo wouldn’t... He wouldn’t be involved in something like that. He was... my brother. He...wouldn't do anything that could...that could get him killed!”

“I’m so sorry,” my dad said, his voice raw with emotion. “But it’s true. He’s gone, (Y/n). He didn’t stand a chance. It happened so fast, and by the time the police got there, it was already over.”

I couldn’t process it. My mind was spinning, each word he said ringing in my ears, but none of it felt real. Keigo. Dead. He couldn’t be dead. He was always there, always watching out for me. He was my older brother. My protector.

I looked at my mom, desperate for reassurance, for something that made this feel less like a nightmare. But she was crying, her face a mess of anguish.

“This isn’t real,” I whispered again, this time louder. “This can’t be real. He was... he was just here. We were just talking about stuff... and he promised he’d come home.”

My dad finally looked up, his eyes red and swollen from grief. “He was trying to leave that life, (Y/n). He didn’t want you to know. He didn’t want us to know how deep he was in, but... he was always trying to protect you. He was trying to get out before things escalated, but it was too late.”

The tears came then, hot and unrelenting. I felt them pouring down my cheeks as I tried to wrap my mind around the idea that Keigo was gone. My protector, my older brother, the person who was always there... gone in a flash.

I stood up abruptly, my legs unsteady as I tried to escape the suffocating grief in the room. “No. I can’t... I can’t be here right now,” I gasped, stumbling towards the door.

“(Y/n), please...” my mom called after me, but I couldn’t stop.

I ran outside, gasping for air, my body shaking uncontrollably. My chest ached like it was being crushed by an invisible weight.

Keigo... was really gone.

I had lost him.

I had lost him to a world I never even knew he was a part of.

The night seemed darker somehow, colder. And no matter how much I tried to breathe, it wouldn’t fill the hole in my chest.

A month later

I stood at the edge of the parking lot, the setting sun casting long shadows on the cracked asphalt. My hands clenched into fists, the anger and sadness mixing into something unbearable. The warmth of the evening felt suffocating, too hot, too close, like the world itself was pressing down on me.

Mikey, Draken, and Mitsuya were standing a few feet away, their faces serious. They had been waiting for me to show up, but I knew they didn’t expect this. None of them did.

I swallowed, my throat dry as sand. “I don’t want to see you guys anymore,” I said, my voice trembling but firm.

They all looked at me like I had slapped them. Mikey’s eyes widened, and Draken’s face hardened into something unreadable. Mitsuya’s brows furrowed, his usual calm demeanor slipping for just a moment.

“...what?” Draken’s voice was low, unsure, like he couldn’t believe what I was saying. “What are you talking about, (Y/n)?”

I looked down, trying to hold back the tears that burned in the back of my eyes. “I know what you’re planning. I know about the gang. The Tokyo Manji Gang. I know you want to start it.”

Mikey took a step forward, his face scrunched in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about? You knew that already.”

“No,” I shook my head, voice shaking now. “You told me about the gang, I thought it was more of a joke, but now I know you're serious, and I know what it means. I know the kind of people you’ll become... the kind of people I don’t want to be around. And not only that, but I stand a high chance of also losing you, and I dont think I could handle the pain if you were killed too.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” Mikey said softly, his tone more gentle now, like he was trying to convince me that everything was fine, like he always had. “We’re just having fun, we just wanna build a new era for delinquents. It’s not that serious.”

“Not that serious?!” My voice cracked, rising with the pain I could barely keep contained. “It’s that serious, Mikey! I lost my brother because of that world—because of the gangs! Keigo is dead because of that world!”

The words hung in the air like a heavy stone, and I saw their faces shift. Mikey's eyes faltered, Draken’s jaw tightened, Mitsuya’s hands balled into fists. They knew. They had known.

“Your brother—” Draken began, but I cut him off.

“I know what happened,” I spat. “I know Keigo was in the Black Dragons. And I know what happened with Baji and Kazutora. I know Mikey’s brother was killed because of them. And now you've lost your brother too but you still wanna continue? Baji and Kazutora are behind bars for murder! Its a matter of time before you're all dead or in jail. New era of delinquents? I don’t give a damn about any of that. I don’t care about the gangs, about the stupid names and the stupid promises you’re making.”

I felt bringing up the incident with Mikey's brother was a bit too harsh, seeing as the incident had only happened a few days ago.

Mikey’s face softened, but his eyes were sharp. “It’s not like that, (Y/n). We’re not the same as the Black Dragons. This is different.”

“It’s the same,” I retorted, my heart aching. “It’s all the same, Baji and Kazutora killed someone! You’re all the same. You’re just dragging more people into it. People like me.”

I took a step back, the pain of everything clawing at my chest. “I can’t be friends with you if you’re going to keep doing this. I can’t stand by and watch you ruin yourselves... and ruin everything we’ve ever had.”

Mitsuya was silent, his face unreadable, but I saw the flicker of emotion in his eyes. The hurt, the confusion, the betrayal—just like mine.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “But I can’t. I can’t do it. I can’t watch you turn into... this.”

Mikey took another step forward, his eyes intense, almost desperate. “(Y/n)... we’re not going to stop. This is who we are. This is what we’re going to do. It’s not just a gang—it’s a family.”

I took a deep breath, my eyes burning with unshed tears. “Then I guess I’m not a part of your family anymore,” I said, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. “If that’s the life you want, then go. But I’m not going with you. I won’t be a part of it.”

Mikey’s expression faltered for a second, the weight of my words hitting him. But it wasn’t enough. He stood tall, his shoulders squared, his eyes hardening again. “I don’t want to lose you, (Y/n). But I can’t stop. This is who I am now.”

“And I’m not going to follow you into it,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. “I loved my brother, Mikey. And I know you loved your brother too. But we’re not the same. We’re not the same people anymore. I can’t lose myself just to stay in your world.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Draken looked away, his fists clenched by his sides, his usual calm expression replaced with a painful sorrow. Mitsuya was the same, his eyes distant, but there was a sadness there that matched mine.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n),” Mikey said, his voice strained, almost cracking. “But we’re doing this, with or without you.”

I swallowed hard, the tears finally spilling over. “Then this is goodbye.”

They didn’t say anything else. There was no more arguing, no more promises. They just turned and walked away. I stood there, watching them go, my heart breaking with every step they took.

I had to let them go. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

[gorjee-art]

God I love ur art so much I just wanna squeeze it to bits- but anywho- what's your inspiration behind ur designs? By the way the lamb is posed i just- really think of aztec art for some reason, but they're all so cool GRAAAAH

Oh my gosh thank you!! That's so lovely to hear, you've made my day! As for the inspiration of the bishops and lamb, they're a cacophony of a multitude of things. Ancient Egyptian mythology, Ancient Greek mythology, Aztec mythology, The Divine Comedy, and EVEN the bible. Since the cult of the lamb is just drowning in symbology I wanted to really coat it in things that make the bishops look like GODS. Leshy was inspired by Dionysus (whoever guessed that in the tags you were absolutely correct), Heket was inspired by Demeter, Kallamar was inspired by Seth and various mythological sea creatures, and Shamura (you'd be surprised) by The Art of War, not a specific god, but rather philosophers, particularly Miyamoto Musashi who was quite the ruthless samurai turned that retired into a philosopher and painter. Narinder and Lamb are interesting though cause they were inspired by the bible. Narinder was specifically inspired by Moses and their need to correct their past ways and Sisyphus in their long journey of atoning for their sin. Lamb is inspired by a multitude of saints, Saint George and Saint David specifically with of course a healthy dose of death symbology and omens.

Almost everyone in the Cotl fandom views Lamb in a universally similar way, cutely evil or morally grey. To that I say...I don't blame you! The content is dark and grim and Lamb does it all with a smile, but I can't help but think of moments where Lamb...cries, or is scared, even enraged! When your entire kind is seemingly wiped out and you are now dead, a god gives you a promise of abilities to return back to your realm as...better, powerful, with the power to bring back the dead. What else do you really have to lose? A mortal becoming what is essentially a force of nature is so deliciously tragic and must be explored. You are no longer the helpless sack of flesh and bone that was shivering at the sight of your family perishing, you are now death, that can decide to reverse that fate, to right the wrong of your cowardice. Much like a...specific cat trying to right the wrongs of their arrogance.

My muse just-- goes nuts for this stuff, and I'm having a blast just shoving my love of myth and tale into this very silly game.

[bengiyo]

Hi Sarge, Not sure if you have answered something similar and I missed it but this is a bit inspired by the posts you made about Sailom and Nuea in Wedding Plan (I couldn’t understand why Sailom was behaving that way and really disliked him before I read your posts).

Who are the most misunderstood characters in BL? - doesn’t have to be from just 2023 shows. Thanks!

I've really struggled with answering this question, and have been sitting on it for months, because I don't generally like to create a strawman and then beat up on it. I think what I'll do is express appreciation for characters in a way I don't think I've done publicly on my blog.

Kurosawa Musashi (Ossan's Love)

This man is incredible and I love him. When I originally avoided Ossan's Love in 2018, it was primarily because commenters complained that this man's attraction to Haruta was the butt of the joke. Having watched it this year, I understand why we would have read it that way in 2018. However, in 2024, I see the primary comedy in how out of step is approach to courtship is more than the fact that he has a crush on Haruta.

I have loved every iteration of this character from Ossan's Love, to the In the Sky AU, to the current season in Ossan's Love Returns. I love how much his affection for Haruta makes him show up to support him, and I love the unhinged fights he has with Maki about it every time.

The show treats his feelings seriously, even if they laugh about his methodology. Everyone who has worked with him adores him, and I am eagerly hoping that he gets a positive resolution for his complex feelings for Haruta this season.

I'm also never getting over DISPATCH 👍.

Pharm (Until We Meet Again)

Much has been written about this scene as an example of blushing maiden, but I don't think it is. I think there's a level of Intouch trauma coupled with this being Pharm's first kiss. However, we spent about twenty minutes of this show leading up tot his with Pharm publicly telling Alex to fuck off because he's with Dean, and Pharm presenting Dean with desserts about commitment and sweet love. He also moves his arms to deepen the kiss.

I think sometimes the read that Pharm is a blushing maiden undercuts how genuinely assured he is about himself and his place in the world. He wasn't afraid to tell his neighbors to quiet down when they were loud as hell on a Sunday, and he wasn't afraid to tell Dean that he overstepped in the kitchen around sex.

I've been rewatching the show lately and am noting how explicitly these two are into each other and say so the entire time.

Seo Lee Jun (Love Mate)

I'm gonna be real: This guys sucks! We begin the show with him getting people out onto dates, disappointing those dates with false expectations, and then blocking them. He was so salty about his breakup that he was going to inflict that nonsense onto a whole dating app. Folks struggled with Ha Ram determinedly pursuing this man, but I think he did the rest of us a favor by giving this man a much needed dicking to reset his engagement with romance.

Vee (You're My Sky)

I don't think this character was misunderstood. I just think it was really cool of a show to have one of the side couples not make it because they started an ill-advised romance. I like that what started as flirting and teasing got way too serious and stressed Vee out so much that he had a whole panic attack over it. In a genre about people getting together, I like the complicated, uncertain place they left these two. Vee understood the seriousness of messing around with his sister's boyfriend and the impossibility of that situation.

[versegm]

Gudacas fake dating au. While running from the cops, Castoria pulls the first random schmuck she can find and claims to be on a date with them, so no officer she totally had an alibi she's not an arsonist thank you. The stranger goes along with it, which, neat, but really surprisingly afterwards the stranger actually takes her on a date. And in general acts exactly as if they'd been dating for real- pulling her in their arms, asking saying shit like "aw babe i'm sorry i hope the officer didn't scare you too much :< here let's get you some food you'll feel better."

After a bit Castoria realized that the stranger 1) is part of a sizeable polycule (they constantly talk about other people they're dating like "oh you know during my date with Musashi she mentioned this place, we should eat there!") and 2) is completely face blind (struggled to recognize which waiter was the one who'd taken their order even tho there was a grand total of two waiters) so naturally she comes to the conclusion that this stranger mistook her for one of their gfs. It's painfully awkward but also man it's her first positive human interaction in weeks AND she's having fun AND she's getting free food, can you really blame her for sticking around?

Six hours later it's now getting late and the stranger invites her home. Which is a perfectly normal thing to ask your gf but for Castoria it's certainly a first. She's homeless tho and has been freeloading in a barn so like... what's the harm in saying yes? If they try to kiss her or anything she'll just say she's not in the mood, they've been perfectly pleasant so far surely she can sleep on a real bed for once right?

It's now night outside and she just had the biggest dinner in her life. She's feeling sleepy but still counting the emergency exists. The stranger is getting started on the dishes when they turn to her and say "oh by the way, my name is Ritsuka Fujimaru. I don't think I ever introduced myself?"

As it turns out, Ritsuka did mistake Castoria for one their girlfriends... for a grand total of five minutes. Because even if they can't tell faces apart Castoria is five feet tall and has the personality of a wild ferret. It's just that Castoria ran into the only weirdo in town who would be used to fool the cops and then immediately think "man this girl seems to be having a really bad day tho. I'll take her to the aquarium that'll cheer her up." The handholding and pet names and all was because Ritsuka is legit just Like That.

[baki-tiene-un-simp]

Hey, I know that i've already asked agood amount of hc but could you please make an hc for retsu, musashi, mumon, sukune and jun with an S/O that was almost killed by someone like their enemy or something (like a very graphic and bloody injuries that are basically exposing the bone or the whole body is basically fully bruised) but they get to the hospital and they are in a coma and they wake up after 3 to 6 months or so moments before their S/O is umpluged from the life support and everyone thought that they were basically dead.I would like to know about their thoughts, feelings and plans after they thought they were going to lose their S/O and their plans for the future, also what they would do the person and how would they react to their S/O coming back and some aftermate.

Thanks for having the patience to deal with so many asks.

Heres a kiss for my FWACCOF(Favorite Writer And Content Creator Of Tumblr)

P.S.(I know that this kind of reads "fuck off" but I liked the acronym so I'll let it stay)

Hope you have a nice second/minute/hour/day/week/month/year/life/eternety.

Situation: Baki's men's train of thought when an enemy attacks their S/O. / Tren de pensamiento de los hombres de Baki cuando un enemigo ataca a su S/O.

Characters: Jun Guevaru, Musashi Miyamoto, Mumon Katsuragi and Retsu Kaioh.

Jun Guevaru.

"These months have been exhausting without them, so stressful how everyone seems to go on with their lives while I feel lost because they didn't react, but they have finally come to their senses. They have opened their eyes and looked at me after so long, I really missed those beautiful eyes.

Who could even think of hurting you, mi amor? What kind of monster could hurt you, mi ángel?

I must make sure that your house is protected so that this incident does not happen again. A couple of my men could regularly hang around there just to keep the perimeter clear, I'll be with them anyway so I can protect them. Oh how I've missed you…"

Musashi Miyamoto.

"It's ridiculous to take it out on someone who can't defend themselves, what logic is there in attacking others when the target is me? The discomfort in my chest hasn't disappeared since they were attacked a couple of months ago, now that they woke up I felt less… Uncomfortable, but that feeling is still there.

Is it some kind of desire for revenge? Revenge doesn't taste so bitter, besides, I'm satisfied when I use my katanas on the offender. I don't understand what happens.

I don't understand how they are still here either, their slow breathing and their lack of mobility during these months only gave me an image of what I thought was the future, I don't know how they managed to come back to life, but I will stay with them until they can explain it to me…"

Mumon Katsuragi.

"They opened their eyes, heaven has finally heard my pleas, maybe God got tired of hearing me cry at night to get them back to me. I stopped myself, I wanted to jump on them and kiss them as if I hadn't seen them in years, but I I held back; her condition is delicate and I must be careful.

The doctors haven't stopped talking about her treatment and diet from now on, that old cookbook I found at her house should help me a bit. They probably don't mind me staying at their apartment, I spend most of my time there and they need help right now.

I have to go home before them, I have to clean and change the sheets so they can rest as soon as they get out of the hospital, maybe they want to eat something after a long time? Probably, I'll take care of bringing today's dinner so that I can regain my strength after all these months…"

Retsu Kaioh.

"They are fine, they are fine, they have finally woken up and just in time, just when I lost hope of one day being able to see their eyes looking at me once more. If only I had been by their side when they needed me most, maybe if would have paid more attention to their surroundings they would not be here, they would not have suffered as they did.

The wounds have healed, but they need therapy and periodic checkups to make sure they are better. Maybe I should ask them to move in with me so that I can take care of them properly during all the remaining time of recovery and therapies, that would also allow me to be around for them when they need to do something and their injuries do not allow it.

A good diet is also vital, it could supply the pantry with foods rich in vitamins and nutrients, meat and fish, reduce sugar and bad substances for a period of time. The tea is medicinal, surely they will manage to calm your discomfort and help you sleep. I should take out the inflatable bed and offer them my bed, the important thing is that they are comfortable and rested…"

Versión en español.

Jun Guevaru.

"Estos meses han sido agotadores sin ti, tan estresante como todos parecen seguir sus vidas mientras yo me siento perdido porque tu no reaccionas, pero finalmente has vuelto. Al fin abriste los ojos y me miraste después de tanto tiempo, realmente extrañaba esos hermosos ojos.

¿Quién podría siquiera pensar en hacerte daño, mi amor? ¿Qué clase de monstruo podría lastimarte a ti, mi ángel?

Debo asegurarme de que tu casa esté protegida para que este incidente no se repita. Un par de mis hombres podrían pasearse regularmente por allí solo para mantener el perímetro libre, de todas formas estaré junto a ti, así que puedo protegerte. Oh, como te he extrañado…"

Musashi Miyamoto.

"Es ridículo desquitarse con quien no puede defenderse, ¿Qué lógica existe en atacar a otros cuando el objetivo soy yo? La incomodidad en mi pecho no ha desaparecido desde que fue atacado hace un par de meses, ahora que despertó me he sentido menos… Incómodo, pero ese sentimiento sigue allí.

¿Será alguna clase de deseo de venganza? La venganza no tiene este sabor tan amargo, además, quede satisfecho cuando use mis catanas en el causante. No entiendo que sucede.

Tampoco entiendo como sigue aquí, sus lentas respiraciones y su falta de movilidad durante estos meses solo me dieron una imagen de lo que creía era el futuro, no sé cómo logro regresar a la vida, pero me quedaré a su lado hasta que pueda explicármelo…"

Mumon Katsuragi.

"Abrió los ojos, el cielo al fin ha escuchado mis súplicas, quizá Dios se cansó de escucharme llorar por las noches para que me lo devuelvan. Me contuve, quise saltar sobre el y besarles como si no le hubiera visto en años, pero me contuve; su estado es delicado y debo tener cuidado.

Los doctores no han parado de hablar sobre el tratamiento y la dieta que debe seguir de ahora en adelante, ese viejo libro de cocina que encontré en su casa debería ayudarme un poco. Probablemente no le moleste que me quede en su apartamento, paso la mayor parte del tiempo allí y necesita ayuda justo ahora.

Debo volver a casa antes, debo limpiar y cambiar las sábanas para que puedan descansar tan pronto salga del hospital, ¿quizá quiera comer algo después de mucho tiempo? Es probable, me encargaré de traer la cena de hoy para que pueda reponer fuerzas después de todos estos meses…"

Retsu Kaioh.

"Está bien, se encuentra bien, al fin ha despertado y justo a tiempo, justo cuando perdí la esperanza de algún día poder ver sus ojos mirándome una vez más. Si tan solo hubiese estado a su lado cuando más me necesitaba, quizá si hubiera puesto más atención a su alrededor no estaría aquí, no hubiera sufrido como lo hizo.

Las heridas han sanado, pero necesitan terapia y revisiones periódicas para verificar que están mejor. Quizá deba pedirle que se muden conmigo para que pueda cuidarles debidamente durante todo el tiempo restante de recuperación y terapias, eso también me permitiría estar cerca cuando necesite hacer algo y sus heridas no se lo permitan.

Una buena dieta también es vital, podría abastecer la despensa con alimentos ricos en vitaminas y nutrientes, carnes y pescados, disminuir los azúcares y sustancias malas durante un periodo de tiempo. El té es medicinal, seguro que lograran calmar sus molestias y les ayudaran a dormir. Debería sacar la cama inflable y ofrecerle mi cama, lo importante es que esté cómodo y descansado…"

[nie7027]

{{I've had this draft saved literally since April 18th 2019 but I didn't post it back then because I wanted to finish the super5 headcanons first... which i of course havent done.

But I think it's finally time I post it.

I reread it recently and I don't think it's as spoilery of other wips as I had initially and thought and its related to the other stuff I'm gonna post soon so why not use it as a preview for it?

Anyway it finally is here. I hope you enjoy this tiny list of headcanons}}

Mob psychobook headcanons

These could actually apply to any social red but Psychobook is the one i know besides Tumblr (and no, none of them have tumblr...maybe just Seri)

Teru's

Teru's used to be the typical popular kid psychobook where used to he the typical popular kid psychobook where he posted pics of the parties he went("Crazy night guys, thanks for inviting me!), his soccer matches ("Another victory for Vinegars soccer team. You are welcome~") and trainings(even some from his personal training when it didnt end that bad), the food he ate at the new trendy coffe he went and the obligatory selfie every couple of days that will make his notifications blow up everytime with likes and comments

Now he sometimes still does those but he posts mostly pics of nice sights he finds on his bicycle routes, pics of him hanging with his friends/new family or the lastest fuck up Reigen did

He, Shou and Tome are invested in a meme competition. Whoever makes Mob laugh the loudest wins. Sadly they have to be with him so he can see them.

Rarely Terus posts a pic of him & Mob (or Mob alone) with the emoji equivalent of a gay keysmash and when he does it drives crazy the whole alumnae of Vinegar middle school, everybody wondering who is that bland looking guy and what Teru meant by that.

Mob's

Mob's used to be empty but now it's filled with pics Tome posts of their karaoke outings, pics where the body improvement club tag him and Terus, shous and tomes memes

But he rarely uses it and doesnt get to see them. Still he likes the milk memes teru found (do those even exist?)

Thats why he doesnt know he has basically become the body improvements star. Captain musashi and the others tend to photos of him with inspirational quotes (warrio male kind of) in the club page to attract new reclutees

After terus mysterious post a swarm of Vinegar students tried to add him as friend

But Mob thinks they are internet weirdos and ignores their invitation

It's actually Dimple who uses it more

Ritsu's

Ritsus used to be th pristine psychobook profile proper of a student council member. He had added the majority of the school and he made posts of the schools next event, resolutions the council had reached after their last session or answered any question any student could have but was to shy to personally ask.

His most personal post where the seldom book quotes he posted from the lastest book he read and liked.

Everything changed with Shou

The students didnt know who he was but suddenly this random kid started to tag Ritsu in even more random posts(most of them hamster related...Ritsu liked all of them?) and post pics of him AND RITSU doing the weirdest things you could imagine

Theres a pic of Ritsu with the most ridiculous susprised face(thats the most expressive people have seen him?? Whats going on?) in front of a microwave in flames. The fact shou edited it with a caption saying "And he didnt believe me eggs could explode" didnt help

Theres another of them hangin at the tallest part of the city (people dont undertsmad how is that even possible? You cant even acces that area)

And theres even a blurry pic that looks like they are running away from a police car

Shinji, who knows whats Ritsu is truly capable of, likes each of those pics

Everybody in Salt middle school is confused. But the only thing they get is Ritsus "Sorry" to Kamuro when the council president makes a blank comment in the infamous police pic.

They quickly recognize Shou as the kid that sometimes flies(yeah FLIES) besides Ritsus classroom or sneaks in the school

Shou's

The only reason Shou made a psychobook profile was to keep in contact with the espers that helped him during the domination arc

But he quickly realizes how useful it is to annoy Ritsu when he is bored

Besides the memes and Ritsu pics, his psychobook is full of interesting facts of different animals and reblogs of drawings from artist he follows and tutorials

As Mob he was invaded by a swarm of vinegar students once he appears in one of Terus pics. He accepts all of them the same way he accepted Ritsus classmates. It ends well for him because that way his drawing are seen by many peoplea and he receives lots of likes.

It takes a while but he finally unblocks Seri one day. Seri likes each and every thing he posts and makes encouraging comments on his drawings.

Serizawa's

Seri had a profile during his isolation days where he added many "friends" (random internet weirdos) with whom he talked about the things he liked and the media he consumed

Once he rejoins society with the Spirits and such cre he makes a new personal profile

He only has his family, the spirits and such crew, his school friends and the super5 added but thats all he needs

He follows many cooking and baking pages and once he learns to cook he saves the recipes he wants to try

He doesnt know if he cried more the day Shou unblocked him or they day Teru put him as his dad.

Minegishis

Minegishi only has the super5, Mob Ritsu, Tome and his coworkers added as friends

He follows many pages about plants and how to take care of them and pages that post downloadable audiobooks for Shimazaki

He rarely posts but he likes all the posts where he is tagged.

His elder coworkers tag him in lovely pictures of flowers with inspirational quotes. He likes those too.

The other super5 make fun of him for this but they secretly like them, especially those that talk about being a good person.

He follows many trolling pages too but never reblogs them. He doesnt want the other to know where he gets some of his humor sense.

Hatori

Hatori follows mostly memes pages, specially those about programming because he can "relate"

He say he understands them. (He doesnt)

He almost fell for the "delete system32 to make you computer faster" joke but his coworkers stopped him. He passed it as him messing around

Shibata's

Shibata follows personal trainers and healthy foods pages

He and Seri swap recipes they find and think the other might like

He saves exercises routines and tries to convince the other super 5 to try them with him.

Specially Hatori, he needs them.

He is only succesful when he finds those routines based on fictional characthers

It doesnt last much

He follows the body improvement club page. He actually sends some of the quotes that end up in some of the Mobs pics.

Shimazaki's

Shimazaki doesnt have a psychobook per se

It's a bot that hatori made to post "uwu" ":3" or "nyas~" every once in a while

The profile pic is the photo they took of Shimazaki wearing the prank glasses

Sometimes the other super5 post photos of their hang outs

"Its our register of Shimazakis progress!" says Hatori

Sometimes it receives messages from internet weirdos and most of them go along the lines of "Weren't you the guy that kidnapped the prime minister?".

The others are horny texts.

They delete all of them.

Tome's

Tomes psychobook can be considered the normalest of the spirits and such crew.

Even though half of her posts are cospirational thories and supposedly aliens sightings

Apart from that she has the normal amount of friends ("Seriously guys, why do you have every random you find added?") and posts a regular amount of pics of her hangouts

Besides the memes. Teru and she share LGBTQ content they find interesting

Seri somehow is the first to know about the lastest news of the videogames they follow and tags her on them

She edits Terus posts of Reigen fuck ups and turns them into memes. The super5, Ritsu and Dimble(using Mobs profile) always like them.

Its on psychobook where she organizes the telepathy club next reunion

She has been nagging Mob and Take to use their psychobooks more so they can see in time what they are planning to do

Takenaka's

Take has enough with the whole wind reading thing. Good luck trying to convince him to make a psychobook profile.

Reigen's

Since his birthday during the separation arc Reigen decided to completeley get away from his psychobook seeing as how little those persons cared for him

But he forgets to delete the app

So one day his phone cant stop blaring with notifications and when Reigen picks it up to see what the hell was going on

He had messages and messages of exfriends congratulating him for his son and saying things like "Wow Reigen, you had it very closeted" "we didnt know you were so private" "who is the lucky mother?"

Teru had put him as his dad

Reigen was having an existencial crisis and needed some comfort so he started searching Seri

Only to find him crying because Teru did the same to him

They ended togeyher as a crying mess sprawled over the couch. Only Dimple got to see them like that

So writing my fanfic "Sunflower" made me think of these headcanons but i couldnt post them then because i hadnt finished the super5 headcanons and didnt want to spoil some things. As you can see this finally shows what Ive been saying of "College funds", "Sunflower" and the "super5 headcanons" taking place in the same universe.

Really, i wrote down a timeline of how these things overlap and can tell you what the s&s crew were doing while shimazaki was fucking around or what the super5 were doing while the crew celebrated terus birthdays.

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly Roundup: Prompt reminders

TSUKIHIME

Satsuki as a harem protagonist! (preferably sfw)

Prompt: The Tsukihime Arihiko route.

guro, Can I get Arcueid and Ciel disemboweling each other and cuddling above the warm blood and guts? Romance preferred, but platonic works too.

FSN

loli, World where Illya doesn't die and her family isn't all up into her business so she can do what every 18 year girl wants, watch horror movies, drink sake, get gangbanged. The basics

MEPHISTO

castoria, chen gong, and mephistopheles face an impossible challenge: solving a problem without blowing anything or anyone up

smut, Gudako appreciates how good Mephistopheles’s cock is, visually and from a taste perspective (seriously, I bet it’s like nine inches long with a gradient on it [like the one on their arms but going from red to blue instead of from blue to red], and if you suck their dick, their cum probably tastes like strawberry yogurt).

Wholesome fluff of Mephistopheles baking brownies with Grandma Europa

Funny rivals moment: Mephistopheles teasing Archer Moriarty over how they’re technically older than him (going my their works’ release years)

i feel like mephistopheles and leonardo da vinci would make a sexy mechanical waifu doll out of bombs to prank blackbeard at least once. just some absolutely looney tunes shit.

smut, Mephistopheles uses Afterimage to gangbang virgin!reader. Bonus points for Mephistopheles having a rapid weight gain kink, and EXTRA bonus points for (this part is the most important) genderfluid Mephistopheles

smut, Castoria gangbang. Can be named characters, can be a mob, I don't care I need this girl to be the protagonist of an orgy. Bonus points if you get her covered in and/or filled with cum. Dubcon is ok, but no straight-up noncon please!

OTHER FGO

smut, I need more Dom!Guda. Doesn’t matter who subs.

anything bartholomew/guda please,, can be either smut or fluff, i just want more content of this pirate man

Goredolf/Koyanskaya? Can be smut, can be pre canon, post canon, pining, angst, anything you want! I'm just FASCINATED by the fact that this guy almost got murdered by her like three times yet have enough leftover love to hang onto the lipstick she gave him

incest, hi you know that bit in oberons valentines scene where he implies hes going to ask his caesar for money cause hes his dad in the play hes from yeah its ruining my life can i have some oberon/caesar to alleviate my hysteria about it how far you lean into the incest side of things is your prerogative but i need this its killing me

Shimousa Kiyohime gets mixed into Proper Human History Kiyohime's spirit origin and she suddenly finds herself Very Attracted To Musashi

Hi can I get uhh extremely unethical knifeplay from a Mister Hyde please? With some blood to drink? Thank you! Dubcon or Noncon is fine!

in fgo, kirei doesn't have magic resistance , so gudako could use her command seals to force him to wear a playboy bunny leotard , or model for a sexy fireman calendar. there's endless possibilities when it comes to doing lewd things to yorokobe man with the help of command seals~!

smut, if anyone feels like making like the first piece of actual content i can find wherein xu fu and yu mei-ren fuck that'd be swell. not like in a weird cruel twist or ntr thing way just xu fu getting dicked down and having a good time

[connecticutsfinestconfessions]

Personally I think Musashi would give way better sex then Barghest, I want that whore to absolutely DEMOLISH me. I don’t care if it’s destined to be tragic Yuri my gay ass needs that shit

Barghest sex would just end with her breaking my spinal cord and as mind shattering as that would be I would like to keep my spine thank you very much.

I don’t care if I get flamed for this it needed to be said.

(Still love Barg tho)

You come into my home. You walk up to me and go "Godfather, I have something to say" and I go "Say it child. For it is my daughter's wedding, I must give you this confession" and you blaspheme my wife? In front of me? On the day of my daughter's wedding?

Honestly though each their own. I'm actually not really a "Barghest fucks extremely violently" kind of girl myself, I think it's a bit antithetical to her character, but I also can't believe Musashi would end up being good for you. Come, let us discuss this philosophy.

[tgrailwar]

Tumblr Holy Grail War, Another End: Night 2 (MASTERS FROM BEYOND/Team Avenger)

Everything felt cold.

The maddening colors and sounds from Foreigner's assault stopped... but so did the sensation of your Servants mana.

They were gone.

The silence permeated for a while longer, before a voice cut through.

???: "Hey. Heeeey. Maaaasters. You alive?"

Two silhouettes, both familiar, stare down at you.

'Masculine Shadow': "Welp. They're dead. I guess Foreigner will grab the Grail instead."

'Feminine Shadow': "No, they're looking at us. Give them another moment..."

Avenger(?): "There you are. Don't freak. This is a… safe zone, from Foreigner. She really did a number on the system."

Ruler(?): "Um… hello. It's been a while."

Avenger(?): "Yo, Masters. Despite the new look, it's still me-- and this is 'Ruler', but also kind of not."

Ruler(?): "I'm just a backup that I made in case the gambling mini-game went wrong, but it seemed like a lot more went wrong instead… maybe one hundred three trillion, seventy-three billion, nine hundred fifty-nine million, nine hundred eighty-nine thousand, four hundred and ninety-five Grail Wars was my limit… I'm sorry Masters, I really biffed this. And now my main body has pushed this war to the limit."

Avenger(?): "Technically, one hundred three trillion, seventy-three billion, nine hundred fifty-nine million, nine hundred eighty-nine thousand, four hundred and ninety-four- considering the Archer debacle. But the Grail is full. Again. Since we're so close to the end. Maybe you should introduce yourself. For real this time."

'Ruler': "…Right. I'm not a Servant… not properly, at least. I'm one of the Overseer's two THGW Terminals, modeled off the Einzbern homunculi, the vessel for the 'Lesser Grail'. I guess you guys can keep calling me 'Ruler'… I've gotten used to it. I'm happy to see you all again... and I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused-- the trouble I am causing. RULER is still out there, after all."

'Avenger': "Same here. I'm the other terminal, modeled off 'All The World's Evils'- or the 'Corrupted Grail'- as a countermeasure to our 'Ruler' here. I'm as close to a recreation of the thing as a digital Grail War can get, so I'm fine if you keep calling me 'Avenger'. Nice to meet you. Again."

'Ruler': "Right now, 'I'... the current version of 'myself' that's still acting as the Adjudicator of the Holy Grail War, is currently on a bit of a rampage, and Foreigner is too. Best case, some of you will need to keep her busy, and the rest of you have to destroy the Simulacrum Greater Grail… the Overseer's main terminal, and the source of Avenger and I's data."

'Avenger': "Y'know, you really screwed things up, 'Ruler'. That's what you get for trying to suddenly take on a whole Servant's duties. Then again, I cheated my way into being a Servant too, so I can't really talk. Still... I would have wanted to avoid killing Foreigner, but it seems inevitable. But she'll make the data unsalvageable..."

'Ruler': "I know, I know... but we have work to do. Masters. Just know that destroying the Grail... that'll end all of this. Completely. The absolute end of this Simulated Holy Grail War."

'Ruler': "I've been a bad Ruler, I'm really not cut out for this job… But even as some pathetic backup data, I still have some authority. You have 5 Command Spells left, right? I think that can get you..."

'Avenger': "Hang on. I've still got all three of mine thanks to my Masters. Can you toss that in, too? Verg Avesta and Unlimited Raise Dead are kind of useless at this point."

'Ruler': "Eight Command Spells... I can really do something with that. I'm in charge of developing Spirit Origins for this Grail War after all."

'Avenger': "Hehehe. Told you there was a plan."

'Ruler': "Rider... I can't salvage his data. I'm so sorry... Still, I can salvage the others. Maybe with their memories intact... we'll have to see."

Avenger: "I'm followin' you. So whichever option is in 1st place generates those two Servants at full power with 3 Command Spells, 2nd place does the same, and then 3rd place summons a pair with reduced power. That way we can split ourselves up. Two groups of Servants go to help me fight Foreigner, and the last group goes to destroy the Grail."

Ruler: "Exactly! So, please choose wisely. This will be your final fight as Masters of this Grail War. So survive. Please. I'll be happy to answer any questions you need. My job is to help, after all!"

'Ruler' is using her authority to bring back Servants at the cost of Command Spells!

The results in 1st and 2nd place (costing 3 Command Spells each) will go to confront Foreigner alongside Avenger!

While 3rd place (costing 2 Command Spells) will accompany Ruler to destroy the Greater Grail!

Avenger's skills have changed!

Servant Skills:

'ANGRA MAINYU' (AVENGER / TGHW GRAIL TERMINAL α)

Zarich: Right Fang Grinder (C) - Reduce enemy Servant boosts by -5%.

Tawrich: Left Fang Grinder (C) - Gain a +5% attack boost.

Annihilation Wish (A) - When fully healed, gain a -20% demerit to his final score. With one wound, the demerit is reduced to -10%. With two wounds, the demerit is changed to a +20% boost.

Grail Simulacrum, All The World's Evils (EX) - When part of a battle that results in a Servant dying, absorb a part of their essence. Take a random one of their combat skills for Avenger's own use and recover one Command Spell. When victorious, inflict wounds equal to the amount of Servants consumed.

[Grail Simulacrum, SABER] Heavenly Demonic Thundering Eye (EX) - When fighting in a free-for-all, gain +10% to your final score, and reduce their scores by -5%. If fighting a Servant one-on-one, if the gap between scores is above 20%, inflict 2 wounds.

[Grail Simulacrum, RIDER] Armor of the Nine Worthies (A) - When attacked, reduces the amount of the Servant's final combat poll result by 10%.

[Grail Simulacrum, ASSASSIN] Man-Slayer (A) - When fighting a Servant that possesses a wound, gain a +3% boost. When fighting a Servant that possesses 2 wounds, gain +5% instead.

[Grail Simulacrum, LANCER] Rune Magecraft (B) - When fighting in a free-for-all, gain a +5% to combat score results. Additionally, any skills that reduce scores against Avenger will have their effectiveness reduced by 1%.

[Grail Simulacrum, ARCHER] Hero of the Endowed (A) - If fighting an enemy Servant, and the difference between scores is within 3%, take the win.

Avenger has 2 wounds! He has a +20% boost!

[tgrailwar-zero]

Guys, is it really difficult to just say we like her as a friend?

To be fair, we’re divided on a good day, but most of us like you? You’re funny, you’re smart, and you’re definitely strong—but there’s lot of super strong people out there too. We like you cause we had great times together, and we even saved the world(?) …in that time that didn’t actually happen(??) and…

… we just want our friend to be okay and happy and the good times to continue…?

Never mind, being emotionally vulnerable sucks. Pretend we said nothing.

BLACKSMITH: "…What're you makin' that annoyin' face for?"

BENNOSUKE(?): "Hehehe… hehehehehe… Did'ya hear that? They wuuuuuuv me! I'm gonna tell eeeeeeverybody! They're gonna be sooooo jealous!"

You're kidding.

There she is.

BLACKSMITH: "Excuse me? They said a lot of things, but I don't think that was one of 'em. Did you hit your head again when I wasn't lookin'? What the hell is 'wuv'?"

MUSASHI: "It's called subtext, old man. Maybe they didn't invent it in your time? Still, gosh, it's about time. I was starting to get a bit discouraged."

MUSASHI stretched, before looking over at you and nodding. The BLACKSMITH frowned, folding his arms.

BLACKSMITH: "That look in your eyes, you've reached some sorta conclusion. I guess that means you're leavin'… well, if that's what'll make you happy, I ain't gonna stop you."

The Blacksmith said... ugh, remaining still, not going back on his word.

MUSASHI: "Mm. Thank you though, for giving me a home for a bit."

The children ran up to her, tugging on her kimono.

GRANDDAUGHTER: "But you can't leave! Not yet! We'll miss you!"

You saw her smile grow soft as she knelt down, pulling the kids into a hug.

MUSASHI: "Trust me, I feel the same. I'll miss you too. Take care of your grandpa, okay?"

She hopped up to her feet, turning back to you.

MUSASHI: "I don't think so, though it's not like I've really had much of one. But... living in this Shimousa, with old man Muramasa, Onui, and Tasuke… it's a pretty lie. One that if I wasn't careful about, could live in for a really long time without realizing something was wrong. That Pretender really is a devious one."

She turned away slightly, clearing her throat as she caught her breath.

MUSASHI: "…This was the place where the human 'Miyamoto Musashi' died, and the Heroic Spirit 'Miyamoto Musashi' was born."

BLACKSMITH: "Bennosuke…"

MUSASHI: "I know. I'll take care of myself. But that means you've got to take care of yourself too, next time we meet for real, I'll be bugging you for a new sword."

BLACKSMITH: "…See you."

MUSASHI: "See you."

She readied her katanas.

MUSASHI: "Some privacy, please? I'll pull through, don't worry. I always do. But that Jaguar wants us to put on a show, right?"

She winked, flashing a roguishly charming smile. It was bewitching enough that you only just caught the upswing of her blade. The strike was swift, sudden, and perfectly painless as it neatly severed your connection to MUSASHI's dreamscape.

…As expected of a sword saint.

You found yourselves back in the room with JAGUAR MAN, who was violently shaking you as your Servants continued to yell. It was a lot of noise at once. Was this what they heard every time you got panicked? You looked back at the screen, seeing MUSASHI still asleep.

The ninth chime sounded.

PRETENDER stood over MUSASHI, still as confident as he was when you last saw him. Which... was actually a few seconds ago. Dream-time was strange.

PRETENDER: "It's but a shame, but this is where the story ends. I repeat that I only did this because you were my most formidable opponent, may you have sweet--"

Before he could finish, he was suddenly cut off.

PRETENDER: "…?!"

Two hands shot up, grabbing him by the side of the face and yanking him downwards. The entire arena was treated to a wide shot of the previously asleep samurai having yanked the prince into a kiss- on the forehead at least. This was followed by a rather brutal headbutt as MUSASHI slammed her forehead against his, the PRETENDER letting out a pained yell as he stumbled backwards, reeling from the dirty strike. The samurai spoke up, her voice loud and clear for the observing parties as she hopped up to her feet.

MUSASHI: "And thus, the lovely princess was awakened by true love's kiss! Oh, Jeran, you dirty dog! What will your fans think? Stealing a kiss from a maiden like myself? The scandal of it all!"

Before the PRETENDER could comment, the swordswoman thrust the pommel of her sword into his nose and kicked him square in the chest, knocking him into a nearby wall.

He crashed into it, slumping down as MUSASHI stretched, yawning dramatically.

MUSASHI: "Aaaawaa… man, I needed that! Hm? Why's the air so tense? Did I miss something big?"

SALIERI: "That woman…"

NERO: "She's truly devilish…"

CONSTANTINE: "Making us worry like that…"

KUKULKAN: "That's our Saber!"

You heard the PRIEST's voice echo over the footage.

PRIEST: "And… at the last moment before the tenth count, the Null Zero Samurai awakens!"

The arena burst into wild, chaotic cheers.

[writer-and-artist27]

Hello! Can you rank the lostbelts from best to worst? I thought your interpretations of the lostbelts were interesting so I want to know!

(･o･)

Well. Wasn't expecting this ask with the upcoming dawn of LB7 on FGO NA. Thank you for the interest, Anon!

If you are referring to the canon/original versions of the Lostbelts then, though, Anon, please strap in and get ready for a long list. Opinionated, at that. So be forewarned, this is my opinion, and thus I am entitled to it.

Starting from my personal favorite, then going down to end at what I feel is absolute dogshit.

Only excluding LB7 at the moment because of it not being out in NA at the time of this post (12/3/2024) and I have some negative bias already in how it took some of my closest friends out of FGO permanently with its white-washing and writing. Not happy about that.

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Avalon le Fae/Lostbelt 6. I loved every bit of it, even the frustrating parts with all the faeries, and writing for it was great.

Heian-kyo/Lostbelt 5.5. For a stealth sequel to Shimosa, Kintoki, Sei, Katou Danzo, Murasaki, and Raikou just stole the show for me. Beating Douman was amazing too.

Yugakshetra/Lostbelt 4. Pepe, Rama, Karna, and Jinako all carried. Pepe and Rama especially.

Imaginary Scramble/Lostbelt 4.5, even if not officially in title. For an event meant to properly give spotlight to Nemo and Van Gogh - I loved all of it. Kinda wish it was its own Lostbelt-event and not an interlude sort of thing.

Traum/Lostbelt 6.5. Only because of Charlemagne, Holmes, Astolfo, Salome, and so many others keeping the story up. Ruler Moriarty was what brought it down so low for me.

Ooku/Lostbelt 3.5. I still appreciate the event a lot for how it introduced me to Kama and let me get to know some of my closest friends better, but Parvati and others could've been covered better.

Atlantis/Lostbelt 5.1. The Neo Argonauts and Drake were the only things keeping me invested. Wodime made me want to castrate him. And we all know how that turned out in Passing Days.

Anastasia/Lostbelt 1. It's only here and not lower because of Billy, Beowulf, Patxi, and Atalante. Oh, and beating Kadoc's face in. I wanted to punch him in the nose and then some.

Olympus/Lostbelt 5.2. Adele and Macarios, as well as Musashi were the only characters I cared for. The Greek Gods just made me sad, and I wrote Musashi's entire arc the way I did in Passing Days just from being so angry at her Heroic Sacrifice to Chaos. Also. I wanted to kill Wodime. HARD. Beryl just beat me to it. Hell, I'm tearing up from frustration just remembering it and the fans who tried to get into my review box to try and change my opinion on him.

SIN/Lostbelt 3. Didn't really like this one that much outside of Lan Ling, the Chaldean field team in Mordred, Nezha, and Spartacus (really wasn't expecting to like him, but here we are), and I found Hinako/Yu Mei-ren very detestable, to be honest. Only summoned her back in my Chaldea because her husband visited first.

Götterdämmerung/Lostbelt 2. The only thing saving this Lostbelt from being at the total bottom of the barrel is Sigurd, Brynhildr, Skadi, Sitonai/Illya, Gerda, and Napoleon. Otherwise, this was just Ophelia's giant Otome Game and I was not living for it. This is why I haven't written a chapter for it yet. She's more wishy-washy than Charlie Brown, and I grew up with the kid.

Tunguska Sanctuary. I hated every bit of it. Nikitch and Taigong and Habetrot (along with Mash, as a given) were the only things keeping me from throwing my phone away in anger at Koyanskaya, and when U-Olga showed up in the ending, I was playing on New Year's Eve and had to get hugged by two friends and my partner to help calm down. Because the Decisive Battle Uniform was just a band-aid to my frustration with Nasu pulling yet another angst/bitter whip on an already loaded arc I wasn't happy with when Koyanskaya essentially got off scot free. It is why I only briefly touched on it in Passing Days proper, because there, she's on a nuke of death to who knows where. THAT'S IT.

...ಠ▃ಠ

Huff.

Okay. To bed with me now. Because ending on the worst bit made my nose run.

To Anon - I hope this sufficiently answers your question otherwise.

[ourlordapollo]

Okay well. Behold the products of the MvK brain rot that has consumed me these past few days.

(It's 3 oneshots.)

Hey it's about your straw villain. Yeah, a freak with ADHD hyperfixated on him and turned him into a twink. Yeah, they twinkified him. Yeah and theyre not sorry. No yeah you heard that right, they twinkified your straw villain. If it's any consolation, if you look really closely, you can see the monster he's destined to become.

Anyway @musashi thanks for the karma brainrot. It shows up a bit at the end there.

Rambling: Okay so the first oneshot is thematically distinct from the other two. The other two are all Twinkfred and some OCs.

Can't believe I have to say this but some of the characters in this work of fiction express views that I do not agree with and say things that aren't true. If that very concept blows your mind, this is not the fic for you.

Lastly, this is kind of a disjointed mess rn but I have an idea for a longer, more cohesive narrative i just don't have time for that kind of commitment rn. This is not the last of Twinkfred.

Content Warnings: one (1) very brief mention of hypothetical physical abuse, one (1) scene of not-upsetting dubcon kissing & grinding, alcohol use, non-graphic depiction of at-home ear piercing

1.

Tea soaks into the napkins where Phoenix presses them down. It must be scalding him; it's still steaming, but he doesn't flinch. Not like Miles, who does nothing but flinch. It's not usually so obvious: a sharp glare, an unkind word. It doesn't usually produce a physical result.

"I'm sorry, Miles," Phoenix says, and his gaze moves from the damp napkins to Miles' eyes and Miles does not flinch. Does not allow it. Phoenix swallows. "Did..." The weight of his hesitation is so heavy that Miles knows what's coming next, the desperate cry for connection he's trained himself to anticipate and ignore. "Did he ever hit you?"

Slowly, Miles shakes his head.

—

Von Karma's hand has already begun to swell, the skin around the puncture wounds turning deep blue. His sharp cry still hangs in the air, heavy with the raspy authority he uses when training his dogs. Walther licks his palm and von Karma lets him, stilling his shaking hand.

But Miles sees, just for a moment.

"Sir?" Miles doesn't bother asking if he's alright. The answer to that will always be a stern 'of course.'

"Speak, Miles Edgeworth."

"Why..." Even the question feels unimaginably cruel, but Miles persists. "Why didn't you hit him?"

Von Karma raises an eyebrow. "Do you think I should have hit Walther?"

"No, sir. But I know that other people hit their dogs when they misbehave." He'd seen it, a little swat on the rear of a dog that yapped at passing cars, an open-palm strike to a dog that pulled on the lead.

"We're not 'other people'," Manfred replies, eyes flashing. His voice makes it clear exactly what he thinks of 'other people.' What Miles should think of them, too. "Do you know what happens when you strike a dog?"

"No, sir."

"You make it afraid."

He pauses, and Miles repeats the word: "Afraid."

"A fearful dog doesn't think. A fearful dog acts without concern for anything but its own immediate safety. It lashes out in irrational panic, mindlessly attacking anything that moves." Von Karma's eyes are far away. "It undermines itself. It destroys. I do not raise frightened dogs."

"I understand, sir," Miles says, trying not to let his voice quiver.

Von Karma looks right through him. "Good," he says, exhaling. "That is good, Miles."

And by his sides, his hands shake.

2.

The neon lights blot out the stars, which is just as well, because Fredi navigates by them tonight, the blinking and the flashing. The music calls to him, the driving thud of deliverance on the promise he'd made to himself.

Berlin would be different.

Clouds of cigarette smoke hang low over the group of people— his people— lingering by the gaping mouth of the club. He goes right in. No identification, no pause. He just walks in.

The music crawls inside him and vibrates under his skin and a thousand bodies move in tandem, rocking him deeper and deeper into their midst.

The lights flash, illuminating intertwined couples of all genders, wearing all sorts of clothing. All the things he'd promised himself. But still, his heart stops when he sees two men pressed close, their lips locked. What would Father and Mother say?

Hands find him, anchor on his hips. He reaches out reflexively and catches the incoming kiss with parted lips. His back hits the wall. The stranger's tongue is cold against Fredi's own, his palms hot under Fredi's waistband. The strangers thigh slots in between Fredi's, touching him— he freezes.

Everything stops, just for a moment.

In the colored lights, Fredi catches a look of annoyance as the stranger pulls back. "You have to say something if you don't want it," he spits, and staggers off.

The crushing weight of his failure dims the lights in Fredi's eyes— he'd done it wrong. Everyone here seemed to know how already, how to drink and dance. How to be queer.

His hands curl into fists but the stranger is long gone.

He's found again, later, by a bedraggled group who have created their own little atmosphere inside the club.

"How old are you?" someone shouts in his ear

"19," he lies.

This new person grabs his hand and drags him out a side door, where the air cools his skin and the music pulses with less violence.

"Let me ask you that again. How old are you, really?"

"I'm short for my age," Fredi says, glaring.

"17 at the oldest," says another member of the little group, and laughs. "What's your name?"

"Fredi." There's a pause, and he adds, "Fredi von Karma."

More laughter. She smiles. "Not your stage name, sweetheart."

"I like the sound of that," titters a third person. "Von Karma."

Fredi would roll his eyes if he wasn't so used to this conversation. Their family history had not been well-documented, and Father had never uncovered the reasoning for the strange name. "Did you want something?"

"Let us introduce ourselves first!" says the one who had first spoken to him. "Let's be polite, yes? My name is Timo. This is Maren, Zissi, and Wolf."

Wolf howls. Fredi only raises his eyebrows.

He stays quiet for a moment, examining them. Wolf and Timo wear earrings in their right earlobes. Maren and Zissi hold hands, their nails short and rounded. They all wear bright colors, Wolf's shirt unbuttoned low to reveal leather straps forming an X across his chest.

"What do you think?" Timo asks, flexing. Zissi laughs and leans over Maren to swat at him, her pupils impossibly wide.

"What do you want?" Fredi counters.

Timo's jovial manner drops. "To check on you, honestly. When you see a new face, a young face like yours..."

"With lipstick on his cheek," Maren adds.

"I'm fine," Fredi says at once.

"Where are you staying tonight?" Timo counters. "With Mama and Papa?"

Despite all his plans, Fredi hesitates for a second too long. And he'd made plans; he had a little money. It would be easy enough for someone like him to find a job and he'd always been frugal.

"Ah, Fredi, Fredi." Timo slings an arm around him, blowing whiskey-scented breath across his cheek. "Don't think we don't know what this is. You're a long way from Bavaria, you know."

"I know," says Fredi, looking from face to face. They really don't seem to mean him any ill; Wolf is dancing to the beat, Maren and Zissi are kissing.

"I'm just saying, we have a couch you can sleep on. We'll even feed you if you ask nicely."

Fredi swallows. His plan... His perfect plan. He'd spent so long picturing it, his little slice of paradise in Berlin.

His little slice of perfection.

But reality looms with sharper edges, slicing his fantasy to ribbons. He doesn't know what he's doing. He's young and alone in an unfamiliar city, and these people (his people!) have chosen to be kind to him.

Fredi looks at the hoop flashing in Timo's right ear. "I accept."

3.

Zissi says, "Do you know what 'karma' means?"

"Lean your head on my chest" Timo says.

Fredi's head touches down just below Timo's collar bone. Vodka cools his earlobe. "It doesn't mean anything," he says. "There's no such place as 'Karma.'"

"Someone hasn't studied the Eastern religions," Zissi says, like she hadn't dropped out of university after less than a year.

Still, heat flares in Fredi's chest and he spits fire before he can even think of controlling it. "Why should I have?" And how dare she try to make him feel inferior? He has no reason to know anything about Asia.

His reasoning kicks in a second later and he catches her eye and softens his expression.

"This will feel cold," Timo murmurs, pressing ice to Fredi's earlobe.

"Karma is the sword of justice," Zissi says. "That which goes around comes around."

"Like the flu?" Fredi says drily.

"Very funny." Zissi rolls her eyes. "Timo, stab him."

A great pressure and a great release bore in and out of Fredi's numbed earlobe, then an uncomfortable wiggling sensation. A part of his body that had never been touched before is now open to the world.

It is the first piece of metal to pierce Fredi's flesh, but it won't be the last.

"You're sure you want both ears?" Timo asks. "The right ear is the gay ear."

"Both my ears are gay ears," Fredi retorts. It's not quite true, but he's found it's easier to just be one thing at a time. He was straight in Gersthofen; he is gay in Berlin.

"Fine," Timo sighs. "Flip over, then."

Fredi keeps his neck stiff so his ear doesn't press into Timo's chest. The cycle begins again: ice, vodka, ice, vodka. "What do you mean by justice?" he asks to keep his mind off the throbbing pain.

"The things you do, the actions you take, they have a way of finding their way back to you," Zissi explains. "Bad things will happen to bad people and vice versa."

It's a funny coincidence, that some typographical error could align so neatly with Fredi's path. He will be a lawyer and school starts soon. "Karma is the sword of justice," he repeats contemplatively.

The needle drives into his ear.

He barely feels it.

Karma is the sword of justice.

You could make a religion out of that.

[cocodotgreen]

Some more playtesting of Simynthos (cc-free version)

Sooo.... I got a bit carried away playtesting Simynthos - the cc-free version… 🙈 I just had too much fun with my test sims last time and couldn't resist finding out how their stories would continue.

I've also put some time into fixing the (minor) issues I found. The cc-free version of Simynthos will be ready by next weekend, I hope!

So how did life continue on Simynthos since last time?

(First part)

You remember Marcela, right? The one that got dumped by Avery and was hoping to find new love with her friend Cliff? Well, they went on a dinner date and it did go quite well (I'm kinda obsessed with sending my sims on dinner dates…).

They even got married and moved in together (thanks to story progression)! But it seems that Avery just had to find out whether Marcela still had a thing for him.

Look at poor Cliff! The desperation on his face! He just had to show Avery who's got the girl now!

While Avery, Marcela and Cliff were busy figuring out their relationships, their neighbor Christiana had her own kind of troubles:

She got pregnant by her boyfriend Maxwell, and suddenly it wasn't just her and her Dog Musashi anymore.

Their little boy, Marvin, is just learning to go potty.

Christiana wasn't sure whether she really wanted to be living with Maxwell. She had no wish to marry him or move in with him. So who am I to interfere?

Next part