#I'm still in a wierd head space

[eatember]

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[rqbossman]

hii silly question for silly guy, if you could swap your brain for literally anything (the functions stay the same and it doesnt feel wierd or uncomfortable the only thing different is that ofc you know about it and if they would x ray your head it would be visible on there) what would you swap it for?

Far more Plutonium than could reasonably fit inside a human skull. At first everyone would be like "OMG he's got plutonium for a brain" and that would freak everyone right out. But then one scientist in the corner would quietly observe that if their measurements are right there is more Plutonium in there than is physically possible. They'll be ignored and shouted down, plutonium-for-a-brain feels like a bigger deal than a simple mass discrepancy. But those people would be wrong. Over time people will realise that plutonium-for-a-brain is weird yes but "there's-more-mass-here-than-the-space-time-should-be-able-to-accomodate" is far, far weirder, more exciting and more dangerous. The public are confused, "we thought plutonium-for-a-brain was the big story. What do you mean it wasn't? Shut up nerd!" Meanwhile NASA is going absolutely bat-shit trying to investigate what can only be described as a localised, stable, benign wormhole. People dedicate lifetimes of study to the phenomena and through that potentially unlock technologies for interstellar travel and beyond. Then aeons ahead in the deep future when everything we have ever known is stardust, the human galactic empire has risen and fallen and there nothing left but the weightless detritus of a once space faring civilisation there will be my humble little noggin still bouncing around perplexing those that come after... "Zarlax? I think this skull is full of plutonium?" "That's not all Firtzlebeen, unless I'm mistaken, there's too much Plutonium..."

[nightwriter357]

A window into us - Chapter 2: I'd take a papercut for you

Sooo... ifell of the face of the earth for a while, falling kind of makes sense for me but a bit wierd to do after just posting ONE chapter of a new story. Anyway, here's chapter 2, I hope you enjoy it!

Damien POV

The night is quiet, scrolling through his phone, the blue light casting shadows across his face.

His room's quiet except for the soft hum of the computer and the distant sound of his mom laughing at some late-night show, his dad was probably already asleep.

They're still in the same house, still sharing dinner, still making each other coffee in the morning. Somehow, it works. Somehow, it's stable.

He knows not everyone gets that. Not you.

You never talk about the divorce directly, but Damien's seen how your eyes go soft watching other people's parents get along. Like you're memorizing something you hope will come back. He doesn't bring it up, Damien doesn't know if he should—but he notices how you always hope things will get fixed, even if deep down, he suspects they won't. And it sticks with him.

He exhales, tossing his phone aside. He really should sleep—tomorrow's school and the end of winter break always hits weird. But then, there's a creaking sound from the window.

The window slams open, and Damien's head jerks up. 

You swung one leg inside, the hem of that stupidly soft-looking blue sweater snagging on the windowsill. Your hair was wild from the wind and snow and the curls were even more prominent than usual.

He sits up straighter, confused for a second before recognition sets in. 

Your knee knocked over the lamp on his windowsill. It seemed to topple in slow motion as he watched you. Angel, he had called you six months ago when you stumbled in through the window. You still lived up to that nickname, but he didn't dare call you that again, it might sound to sincere. The lamp finally hit the ground, the bulb rolling on the floor.

"So you've officially made this a tradition now? Climbing in here through the window on the last say before school starts?" he asked, half-laughing. 

You swing the other leg inside, glancing at him with an uneasy smile. " Yeah. Sorry. Front door felt..." You stumble and fall to the floor, knocking over the photo on the windowsill "wrong." the frame lands face-up with a crack in the glass covering his grandparents' smiles.

"Shit, shit-" You scramble for the photo, your fingers brush over his grandmother's wedding ring in the image. For a second, he thinks you'll bolt. Then you whisper, "They look so happy here."

Damien's throat tightens. The photo was taken two weeks before Grandma's diagnosis. He remembers how happy they used to be, how full of life his grandpa used to be when she was still here. "'Yeah, they were."

You stay on the ground, your eyes glued to the photo. ""Do you think they knew? Like... absolutely knew they'd always be together?"

Damien walks over to you and helps you up, watching you like you might vanish again. Damien sits back down, making space on the bed but he can see that you're lost in thought . "What's up?"

You hesitate, standing there for a second before blurting out, "someone asked me out."

Damien raises an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Ryan."

He chuckles, leaning back against his pillows. It isn't funny funny though, it's more ridiculous. "Ryan? Seriously? The guy who says 'let's ride' before every test?"

You shot him a look, frustration warring with something fragile, like he'd missed the point entirely. "It's not a joke, Damien. I'm not sure what to do."

Damien shrugs, trying to appear helpful even though he knows he's the last person who should be giving relationship advice to you. "Why? What's the issue?"

"I don't know if it's worth it. And..." Your voice lowered "I don't know."

Damien doesn't know exactly what to say to that. He's not great with this kind of thing, especially when it comes to the emotions you don't always show. He knows your parents' divorce is still a sore spot, and that it affects you more than you let on. The last thing he wants to do is make things worse by giving bad advice.

"Well, listen," he starts, leaning up slightly. "You can never really know how things are gonna end up, right?"

You look at him, hesitating. "I don't know. Everything just feels... complicated."

"It's not even about Ryan, it's more about you not being afraid." Damien said, watching you curl up beside him.

You nod, your eyes still carrying that uncertainty. "Yeah. I guess I am a bit scared. How do I even know if he's worth risking it for. I mean I barely know him?"

Damien chuckles, though it's more to lighten the mood than out of mockery. "Look, he probably isn't but you shouldn't not do it just because you're afraid of a possible future breakup, then you can never be with anyone. If Ryan likes you, he'll figure it out. Boys are idiots, but we're not that dumb."

You snort, giving him an exasperated look. "That's your advice? 'Boys are idiots'?"

Damien shrugged. Ryan wasn't good enough for you and it didn't feel right shoving you into his arms.. But telling you to give up on the idea that someone could love you was worse. Both because it was cruel and sad but mostly because it wasn't true. Even Ryan could see it and he's certainly not the sharpest tool in the shed, as Shrek would say.

You fidget with the blanket, pulling it a little tighter around yourself. "What if it doesn't work out?"

"Then you move on. " He turns to face you, his voice softer now. "You have plenty of people who love you, you won't be alone."

For a moment, you don't say anything, just lie there, staring at the ceiling. Damien can tell you're processing everything, though it's hard for him to tell exactly what's going through your mind.

He knew you were feeling bad but he couldn't think of a way to make you feel better. Sometimes things were quiet for a long time while he tried to figure it out and then when he finally thought of something half way decent to say, the moment would be lost and it would just be weird for him to respond to something you said 10 minutes ago.

He hears you take a deep breath before you speak. "I am alone though."

Damien glances over. "What?"

You're still looking up at the ceiling as he watches you. It's hard to know if you're actually speaking to him, or the stars, or even Bernard who's currently peeling at the corner. Or maybe you just need to get it all out. "My mom. She met someone. He lives like... five hours away. She's been spending the whole week there."

His chest tightens a bit. "So you're alone tonight?"

You nod, barely. "Yeah. I didn't want to be, didn't know where else to go.."

Damien doesn't say anything right away, still can't find the right words. He just shifts closer, blanket half on your legs now too. "You could've just told me that."

"I know," you swallowed. "But it felt easier to pretend it was just about Ryan."

He watches you for a second, then lies back against the pillows. "Well... for the record, I'm glad you came to me." and especially glad you didn't go to stupid Ryan..

You both fall quiet again. Damien is searching for words to break the silence but is convinced anything he says will just be dumb.

Then you speak, voice soft. "Can I ask something dumb?"

Damien turns his head. "Always."

"Do you want to shuffle your playlist again?"

He raises an eyebrow. A part of you must have enjoyed that evening this summer as much as he did. You haven't done the song game since then. "Oh really? You believe in it's power now?"

You give a little shrug. "No, just.. For fun."

He picks up his phone from the nightstand and unlocks it without another word, tapping over to his music. "Alright. Let's let the universe decide."

The moment he hits shuffle, the opening chords of Complicated by Avril Lavigne start to play through the phone speaker. Damien tries his best to contain his laughter, not being sure if you're in a mood to laugh at this.

You groan, dragging both hands down your face. "No. Absolutely not."

Damien bursts out laughing. "Oh my god."

"This is rigged," you mumble, obviously holding back a smile of your own . "Your phone is rigged."

"No, it's fate," he said, nudging your leg with his. "The universe thinks it's complicated. Isn't that helpful?"

You turn over to face him, "Well I don't want complicated. I want someone to really really like me, you know? Like 'I'd take a bullet for you' like me."

Damien snorts, shaking his head. "Pfft. That's nothing." He leaned in closer and almost whispered, still loud enough for you to hear while the music played."I'd take a paper cut for you."

You stare at him for a moment, confused. "A paper cut? Is that supposed to be better?"

He smirks, nudging you lightly with his shoulder. "Think about it, aren't there more people you'd take a bullet for than a paper cut?"

You let out a soft laugh, rolling your eyes. "'Uhm... no?"

Damien shakes his head with mock disappointment. "Alright, fine. Let me ask you something. Why would you take a bullet for someone?"

You glance over at him raising an eyebrow. "Because I care about them? Because I want them to be safe?"

"Sure," he said, his voice softening just a little. "Now why would you take a papercut for someone?"

"I don't know." You pulled your sweater down to your palms, and Damien notices your fingers digging into your sleeves just a little too tight.

Damien shifts slightly closer, his voice still teasing but thoughtful. "A paper cut isn't life or death. It's just a little sting. Something small, you'd take it on not because the other person won't survive it. Not because you have to, but because you want to spare them even a small inconvenience if you could."

You pause, it looks like you're trying to figure out the meaning of his words. "So, you'd take a paper cut for me?"

Damien smiles, and for a moment, he's sure you can notice the sincerity in his eyes. "I'd take a stubbed toe, an itchy nose, maybe even shampoo in my eyes."

You chuckle quietly, raising an eyebrow while holding your foot with both hands. "You know I stub my toes all the time, right?"

Damien's lips press into a mock-serious line. "I'm aware." Damien rolled off the bed and rummaged through his dresser. "Any sleeping shirt preferences I should know about?"

Your nose scrunched. "A clean one?" He tossed a shirt at your head.

"You know you can sleep here any night, right?" Damien tried his best to keep his voice casual, and averting his gaze as you removed your sweater to reveal the tank top underneath. "Doesn't have to be some... once-a-semester tradition."

You froze mid-fold, his T-shirt dangling from your hands. "Any night?" you repeated, voice smaller than he'd ever heard it.

Shit. Too much? He backpedaled fast. "I mean, I'm already used to only getting 20% of the bed now anyway, so the damage is done."

You snorted, throwing a pillow at his face. "Even if I say yes to Ryan?"

The air left his lungs. "Especially then," he responded. It was both a lie and the truth at the same time.

You didn't answer. Just turned onto your side, facing away from him, but not before he caught the way your lips twitched. Damien stared at the ceiling, wide awake. It was weird, before you got here he swears he could have fallen asleep any minute. But now it just feels different, Doesn't seem to be a problem for you though.

It's not the first time you've fallen asleep here.

Six months ago, it felt like a one time thing. A moment that would fade as high school started. But now you're back—through the same window, needing someone the day before school starts and you chose him again. Not stupid Ryan. Not anyone else.

Damien turns his head just slightly, watching your face as your breathing evens out. There's a crease between your brows like you're still carrying the weight of the world, even in sleep. He wants to smooth it away with his thumb, but he doesn't move. He doesn't dare.

But he wants to.

God, he wants to.

Then you shift a little closer in your sleep, your hand brushing his arm like it belongs there, Damien doesn't move away.

He doesn't want to.

God, he doesn't want to.

The alarm hadn't gone off yet when Damien woke to pale winter light creeping through the blinds. He blinked, disoriented, until he felt the weight against his side you, curled into yourself, one hand gripping the covers.

He should move. Should disentangle before you woke and made it awkward. But he still had time, and he was still kind of tired.

So he stayed. And he looked.

The crease between your brows had smoothed out in sleep, making you look younger. Like you looked years ago playing in the garden, smiling and laughing with his grandmother, collecting rocks and running around with him.

Your eyelashes fluttered a dream, maybe and Damien held his breath, maybe it was a bad dream, maybe he should wake you up. Nut then he was suddenly aware of how close your face was to his.

The alarm blared.

Damien jerked back as you startled awake, your knee accidentally jamming into his thigh. "Ow, what the"

"Sorry," he muttered, rolling away to smash the alarm button. When he turned back, you were rubbing your eyes, hair sticking up on one side.

"You good?" you mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

"Yeah." He cleared his throat. "Just... happy you didn't push me fully of the bed."

You laugh quietly, stretching you arms. "Well, you should probably get a bigger bed then"

Damien grins. "I will."

He might as well, looks like you'll be sleeping here more often. He could get a bigger bed for you, if that made you more comfortable. Damien doesn't really mind the small bed that much though..

[kornstreifs-storys]

AoR, Ch. 1, Page 7

Trigger warning: This Page will discuss death, panic attacks and greif, reader discretion is advised.

When Dune woke up again, she found herself in a strange place. At frist she thought she was still dreaming, since she could not feel the pain from her wound, but then she noticed that she could feel everything else. She looked around in shock.

The space seemed completly empty, yet she could feel that the ground was uneven and the air seemed fresh like a spring breeze. That was the second thing that set her off, first she could never smell dreams unless the smell came from the real world. And second it was fall, not spring. She started to get scared, when suddenly she heard a voice behind her.

It has been quiet some time, since I last had a visitor. It said, Welcome to my domain, young mon. The Voice had a strange a powerfull echo to it. It seemed to transmit power and Dunes fur puffed up just from hearing it. She slowly turned around, to see who had spoken to her, but when she saw the source of the Voice she immediately froze with fear.

The Pokémon that had spoken, if it deserved such a title, was composed of two rings of pure light, from which four wings sprouted. In between the rings there were three masks, one happy, one angry, one sad, but those didn't seem to be the beings face. Instead the wings were holding multiple eyes, that right now all fixated Dune. In the centre of all that mess was a keystone, that seemed to be the core of this wierd being. A third ring of light was floating a bit above the centre of the thing.

P-pp-please, d-d don't hurt m..me. Dune studdered, as she looked up with fear. The many eyes of the being blinked, than it backed of a bit. Its Voice echoed through the room once more. Be not afraid young mon, I do not mean harm. It said in what seemed to be an attempt at a calming voice. Dune looked up at it, still frightend. Wh-what are y-you? she asked.

The being, looked at Dune again. How rude of me, it said, I never introduced myself have I? Was that a question Dune thought, but she shook her head. The Being seemed thought full. Well you don't need to fread, for I am Seraphore, disciple of Azazel the great Arceus, messenger of his blessing. And this here is my domain. the being anounced with authority.

Dunes eyes widend. You're the deciple of a God? she exclaimed, then that means your a legendary! The Seraphore nodded. But then I have so many questions, Dune appeared to be frantic, like why am I even here. Why can't I evolve, what was the day without sun, were have all the other legends gone. And how did I even get here in the first place, the last thing I remember is that I was tired and fell asleep besides Kuro. She paused, Wait where is Kuro? she asked sight panic in her voice.

The Seraphore colsed it's many eyes for a second, then fixated Dune again. Breath young Mon, one question after the other. it replied, I'm afraid I can't answer most of your questions. You see Pokémon usually come her with a wish or desire, I hear that desire or grant that wish, then send them back on their journey. But I'm only allowed to grand three requests. They paused and looked out into the emtiness of the space around. I can however tell you how you got here, as that doesn't count as a request.

Dune looked down intimidated, the Legend hadn't treatend her but she couldn't help but fear their imposing Aura. Well, then how did I get here? she asked timidly. The Seraphore seemed to sigh. You might not like my answer. They claimed, but then continued anyway, It seemes that you died, on the sacred grounds of my tomb and since you had a lot of unfinished buissnes, you were brought before me.

The Legend looked back down as Dune fixated them with horror. She could bearly see them trough the panic that welled up in her. She had died? No, no! That could not be right. She had promised Kuro that she'd never leave him, he had assured her that she would be fine. He was a doctor, he couldn't have been wrong. Then it hit her. He lied to me. She thought. Then she collapsed to the ground in tears.

She could feel the gaze of the Seraphore, resting on here, it almost felt like they pittied her. But she didn't have it in her to react. The Legendary looked down at the young Pokémon before them and a deep sadness seemed to manifest in their eyes. Then they, changed their form and transformed into a human wierd, bipedal shape, without fur. In this strange forme, they kneeled down and picked up Dune to comfort her in their hug.

Their voice sounded very different to Dune now. A lot warmer and reassuring. She didn't know what strange being the legendary was supposed to resemble now, but she could feel her panic subside as they embraced her and then wispered. Do not worry young one, there is still time. Remeber, I'm the disciple of Arceus, you still have a chance at life.

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Wait Dune died, when did that happen?

Well, meet Seraphore. Will this wierd Legendary really be able to help our protagonist. Stay tuned as the following events, will form the inciting incident for this Novel.

And don't worry, we will check on Kuro an Kiara soon enough.

Seraphores Fakemon ref will be added later (here)

[blood-bank-friday]

Last thing on the fandom stuff I talked about before just to clarify myself (although I doubt someone will read this lol), I'm not saying that anyone who reads or writtes problematic (kinda dislike this word but oh well) things is automatically a bad bad villain who should be trown at a dungeon far far away. Nor am I saying that kids looking at people twitting things like "OMG the thought of Character B raping Character B makes me so horny!!I HAVE to writte some delicious dubcon smut about A grooming B" and going "What the actual fuck, I don't want this wierdo around" Is a moral failing and a sign of fall to the facism pipeline on their end. I am saying that I think both of those positions (held by the anti and pro ship crew) are kind of ridicolous.

I think that people can feel drawn to read/writte about horrible things in all short of manners to cope and to reach a type of personal fullfillment, I also think that If you can only get of to/only feel yourself drawn to works that dipict those themes in a sexualized (different from sexual!!) manner maybe you should check on yourself. Also, no one is obligated to be confortable with your horrible shit, and at some point you have to admit that making a space were saying, for exemple, "omg rape is so hot!" raises no eyebrows will eventually attract, ya know, rapists (see conservatives hangouts, frat houses and male red pill podcasters) + While is not wierd and at some degree healthy to make sure to push people that may be abusers and do some real demage to a community out (this is literally how they survive, if you guys wanna throw the 'we've been depicting horrible shit and getting of to it since the begining of time' - which I don't see as a valid argument but whateves - around I can and will throw the 'we've been pushing people out of towns and villages for being off putting and wierdos since the down of time') at some point you have to recognise that you may or may not be just using "morals" as a force to obligate everyone to follow your personal taste, and this is not how this shit works, you being a spoiled child does not grant you control over peoples hobbies, you have to somewhat curete your space, do something outside for the love of god, sometimes people being wierd will not kill you.

Somethings are harmfull and other things are not, in the end, intent is the main determinator with fiction stuff, behold the big big bummer of this whole situation, you cannot trully know someone's real intent for you don't live in their head. That's why I think it is fair to side-eye people and I think sometimes the people that consume and create the stuff that makes me disgusted could actually be doing it in a way that comes without the intention of causing harm.

Or in a way shorter manner: I think it depends bro.

If you somehow found this: this post is just an expression of my current position in all of this, whilist I will not say it will 100% stay the same forever (as pointed in a prior post I have been in both sides of this stupid """"war"""" before when I was a baby in fandom, who knows) I still think it would be very difficult for it to be changed but if you feel like talking about the topic with me send me an ask! I am a somewhat busy person and might take time to answer but we might have a good talk!

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

yknow this was a weird era of posting for me but just to revisit it for a second

can we stop to appreciate how fUCKING WIERD the SuperWhoLock x Antipastel collab album was? Like "AKR1D4" only happened four months ago and it already feels like a fever dream.

this album was teased as an SWL comeback tour w a possible collab w Mishapocalypse and everyone is SO excited. Then it drops and it's not a collab with Mishapocalypse. it's a collab with fUCKING ANTIPASTEL, the dark-rainbow bugcore electropunk band that used to have such a rivalry with SWL that ppl on tumblr drew art of their humansonas hatefucking (gog, remember fandomstuck?).

Yknow, Antipastel. the band that did MEGALOVANIA.

and like I fully thought that there was no way. SWL kept dropping hints abt where the collab was headed but I thought I was just wrong, like no way are they actually doing something with the Space Bug Guys.

...and then they release a track that features a final verse/outro by Roxy. Roxy Actual Lalonde from Antipastel

I don't think my brain has unbroken itself since that day. wtf. genuinely wtf

listen, AKR1D4 is... I'm not going to say its a GOOD album, but its INTERESTING. It's definitely a product of the late 2022-early 2023 70s aesthetic boom. It's a collab with Antipastel, which again is just baffling. It ends with an SWL cover of "Savior Of The Dreaming Dead". A lot of the lead vocals were done by Dean, who's the guitarist from SWL, and John, the pianist from Antipastel. The closest the album had to an actual signer on main vocals was Mary, who's popped in and out of both bands as a guest vocalist but never been in either band long-term. They brought in a couple new members who I really like, and hope I we see more from them. oh yeah also Carlos from WTNV was there bc of course he was.

and then Carlos dropped that unhinged surrealist sciencepunk single like three weeks ago.

...the bugpunk renaissance is so much weirder than I could have ever anticipated. not even getting into the Antipastel/MCR tribute album that Mishapocalypse dropped last month. I'm still processing biichromatiic as a Thing That Happened.

so here’s a cool fact: yknow Mishapocalypse, arguably one of the bands to found the bugpunk music genre? a LOT of their work is inspired by Goncharov- they’ve actually talked abt it as a source of inspiration in interviews, and the distorted clock ticking sound that functions as a baseline in so many of their tracks is a pitched-down audio sample of The Clock in Goncharov.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Disney and Pixar Villains x Reader || Smexcerpts

I kinda forgot it was Easter weekend despite bring at my Grandma's place for the holiday 🤦‍♀️ And I was writing this when I got home so Decided it would be a (Belated, in some places) wierd Easter present to you guys.

🥚🍫🥚🍫 Happy Easter! ? XD 🍫🥚🍫🥚

Plots / Includes:

Human!Chick Hicks- &, well, sex in a car. // Shameless groupie fucking and age difference. |450+ Words|

Hades- & his body heat. // Cockwarming and soft space-sharing post-sex. |460+ Words|

Jafar- & your self disgust. // Affair's and fingering. Lets see how many 'obscene' synonyms I can use in this one. |810+ Words|

Ursula- & her first time working with human holes. // Safe experimentation, tentacles, and public space (The beach of course). |680+ Words|

Warnings: Most of the warnings are on the Plot section. All the ��smuttiness🔞. All of it.

Chick Hicks:

You don't know what it is, about Chick- on TV, and actually in real life as well, he's repulsive. He really is. You actually came to the race in order to try and fuck Lightning... but then you met Chick, and it was all too easy, and the next thing you knew- you were crammed in the iconic green car, uncomfortable, and getting fucked unexpectedly well by the narcissistic old man, instead?

Let it be said though, that you are not the type of slut to act high and mighty, about who you fuck. And so you're quite prideful about this. Chick is an ass and disgusting, but this whole situation? Having a famous old jackass thrusting and groping you so selfishly, hidden away in just a car (Not a room, not even a stall) totally willingly and knowing you'll forever see him on TV and feel an odd combination of shame and desire burn inside you after this?

That's hot.

So you let yourself get lost in it, not holding back your moans at all and kind of hoping you get caught- that a picture of you a sweaty mess in this car with Chick's fat and hairy cock buried half inside you (With the raunchy bits blurred out, of course) ends up on Page Six. You even reach up with your hands, and pull him down by his racer's uniform to lick a stripe up his neck; Shameless.

The sound of irregularly paced slapping, your embarrassingly real whines and worst of all his terrible dirty talk fill the car and its absolutely obscene, but its perfect. Exactly what you want from him.

"You like that, don't you? Hah- such a little slut, waiting in line for a taste of famous dick. You came all this way for me, didn't you? Ha, ha. Glad to make your dreams come true, baby." He teases, probably badly but you're too close to your high to really notice.

"Oh fuck," He grunts; Your tight, young hole sucking and milking everything he has from him as he thrusts in and out with more stamina then you had previously expected.

You have to remember to give him more credit, from now on.

"Harder!" You plead, loud enough for anyone walking by the car to hear. They would know what's happening without even peering into those dark windows. "Harder, harder! Please- "

"I'm working on it, baby, hold on- " You bite down on his shoulder as he starts shoving himself in even harder, one of your hands slipping into his hair and tugging.

And ohhhhhh, fuck. Does he enjoy that, shuddering out a sigh and fuck under his breath. Who knew Chick Hick's had a pain kink?

Well, you think, a satisfied smirk slipping across your lips as your eyes fall closed, now you do-

Hades:

Everything about Hades ran hot, it was just him. His temperament, for sure, but also his skin (From the top of his head and and the tips of 10 long, spindly fingers right down to his cock- and it got even hotter when aroused), the divine blood racing through his veins... and his thick cum, too.

You loved to just sit with Hades like this; Set in his lap, like a pretty little prize bestowed upon the God, after getting fucked silly. His searing cock still wedged in your meat and forcing your nerves to stand on end for minutes after you finished.

And his seed warm comforting dripping out around him because you're just- entirely too full.

You stretch your body up to brush kisses over his shoulders, smiling when you realise how boiling his skin still is, even minutes after he finished, and glance up to his face to see how he's doing.

His hair is still flushing orange every now and then, embers flying red into the air above you before dissipating. In fact- you come to realise, watching him, that Hades fire is crackling. Like a campfire.

Giggling softly, you look down again but reach up with your arms, entangling them comfortably around his strong neck; Careful not to get burned though. A gentle mewl escapes you at the stretch, feeling pleasantly dozy and well-satisfied.

You could take a nap right here, actually, the feeling of his warmer then natural cock nestled inside you acting like a hot water bottle...

"Uh uh uh... " An ironically icy looking finger touches suddenly to the soft skin under your chin, guiding you to gaze back up at him and that smirk. A familiar, dangerous tone in his voice captures your full attentions back, far too easily. "Did I say we were done? ... No, I don't think I did." His thumb and forefinger hold your chin in place, arching your neck back to look down at you, or your mouth. "Trust me, you're gonna wanna be awake for this."

"Mhmmm," A lazy grin spreads across your face in anticipation, the soft skin of your arm gliding across his shoulder as you lean closer to his face; A little, mischievous glint in your eye as you tilt your head to the side. "But you do all the work, because you're making me sleepy~ "

He grins back, a warm and prideful tone to it as he looks fondly at you. "No problem doll... " His hands, almost hot enough to brand you if he needed to - which you both know he doesn't, - fall down to your thighs, spread wide across his ample lap causing you to let out a little whimper, and he grips them like they're his- before his lips appear by your ear, and under his breath Hades whispers; "Lets see if we can fuck sense back into you for once, huh mortal?"

A shudder escapes you involuntarily just before his toasty lips connect to yours once again and a hot tongue re-enters and warms your mouth.

Jafar:

Why you let him treat you like this, you have no clue. Its pathetic- You're stronger then this. Better then this.

"Oh... And what might you be doing in here, Y/N... ?" Jafar asks, shifting swiftly from surprised to indecently pleased as easily as a chameleon switches patturns- almost without even thinking about it. Because being fake is as natural as breathing, for Jafar. His eyes slip from you on his bed to the perimeter of his private chambers. "In my room... "

But you hand yourself over entirely- you do things that are ridiculously obscene, for him. With him. And why...?

"Close the door." You demand, almost hissing. You don't want anyone to know you're here, to know what you're doing with him of all people- And he's just standing in the open doorway like he's not too bothered either way. Its infuriating and terrifying at the same time, and he just looks amusedly to you for a moment despite the urgency in your tone, thinking how cute your- demanding things of him, - and you get the picture and give in, hesitently. "Please."

"As you wish, my dear... "

And the door latches closed behind him. Your heart thumps so loudly inside your chest that you can hear it in your ears as his cat-like gaze flickers over your body in its entirety- stopping not-at-all subtly over things he certainly shouldn't gawk at so openly.

Shameless, you think, as his tall figure towers over you.

You have no logical rational to offer for it. He's not particularly smooth, he isn't insanely sexy, and he certainly has no redeemable features that you've discovered as of so far.

"Now my dear... I can determine myself why you would turn up here so desperately... But I'll take it from here~ " He sets his staff down carefully against the wall before turning his poisonous gaze back on you, a smirk slipping across his disgusting mouth. "Why are you still clothed?"

You gape. "What kind of question- "

"Unless you desire only the flavour of my snake tonight, which I assure you I would be perfectly happy to provide to you, I suggest you get to your feet and bare yourself for me. Now."

You have nothing except how your heartbeat picks up in speed when his eyes zero in on you when he knows you want him to do things to you, and how the foul way he talks to you can make you deliciously slick in point 7 seconds.

You're throbbing already at the degrading way he talks to you, how what he says makes you want to report him but the way he says it keeps you there.

So you stand.

First goes your lower clothing, hooking your thumbs between your skin and the waist band and peeling it down to the ground before stepping out. You cant help glancing at Jafar before even picking at your upper clothing, and your heart drops at the sight of his vile gaze consuming your genitalia like he's a starving man- even when you just fucked eachother this time yesterday.

Taking a deep breath, you do away with the last bit of your outfit, and he takes his time from then on. He doesn't even touch you for a few minutes, just letting you stand there feeling stupid and cold and absurdly wet. Your face is stony but every other biological response screams for him to do things to you. Please. Hurry up already.

Whatever he wants.

He's a pig, who genuinely believes that women should be silent, that their mouths are for nothing but assurances and a mans pleasure. A narcissist, who thinks he's above everyone else- including the Sultan, and you. And he's cruel. The disgusting man really has no seemingly rectifiable features.

And yet-

When his hands finally get to you, theirs no foreplay. Jafar goes straight to last base, long fingers slipping up easily into your soaking whole and rubbing in there, exploring in there- and you let out a needy moan, hands grasping for purchase at the fabric encasing his sides.

His other hand glides too-gently, creepily, snake-like in fact... down your side. From your back, to down your ribs, to your hip where he teases like he's going to stop and touch around the back, before continuing down your leg and drumming his fingers against your skin as low as he can go without adjusting his height.

Your eyes slip up to his, hatred and disgust glazed over by want, and a nasty grin spreads across his face. "Up, my dear." He says gently, like there is anything between the two of you apart from carnal desire.

You obey, lifting your leg so he can hook it over his hip and spread your hole open wider for his greedy taking- digging in deeper with his fingers - one, two, three, - , before leaning down and smothering your lips with his in a kiss that's full of far too much tongue, and far too much intimacy.

The fact that its unbelievably sexy, just makes you hate yourself.

-You cant help needing him.

Ursula:

"You know, darling... " The sea witch starts, her gaze affectionately on your bare, lower privates as she floats closer to the rocky edge of land, where you sit with your legs spread for her. "I've never done this with a human, before... " She trails off chuckling, as if its such a weird idea that she's even surprised she's doing it. A thick finger finds your entrance and gives a shallow, experimental thrust, and she bites her painted bottom lip excitedly when its wet and curiously squishy, and you buck up into her touch. "Doesn't that make you feel special?"

"Uh-Uh... " Sure. "But do you know what to do?" You're already totally turned on, but you're more then happy to give her a helping hand if she doesn't know what to do with... this, kind of, genitalia. It'd be hot.

Her finger goes in again, rubbing up and down before emerging a second time, causing you to curse and throw your head back. Maybe she's already got it figured out, actually. "Oh," Her voice goes darker and huskier, undeniably aroused by all this, herself. "I think I can work it out. You just lay back and look pretty."

"O-okay... " Oh god, you cant help but think as you do as she says, looking up at the evening sky. Ursula is going to wreck you.

And you are so going to let her.

As you focus on the clouds moving ever-so-slowly above you both, the sunset's pinks and oranges lighting them up, Ursula all but devours the oddly sexy thing in front of her, with her beedy eyes. Its like nothing she's ever brought to orgasm before, and surely other mercreatures would consider her a freak for wanting to put her mouth on it, but really- who cares what they think? More of you for her~

To start off, she decides to continue doing what seemed to pleasure you already; Pushing her finger inside the slick whole and stroking the walls inside, setting a sensual pace that seems to get her pet's delicate thighs shaking, in no time. And oh god, does she like that.

"Hmmm," Ursula hums, wondering as she touches you. How would you react to something... bigger...

Before you realise what's happening, something wet and slimy wanders into you, a fatter, squishier appendage stuffing itself gently into you and a wanton moan escapes you at the full, plush feeling; Hips raising to get more of it. "Ahhhhh~ " More more more-

You recognise that its a tentacle and you're basically now a hentai model, but what do you care- its unbelievably hot, and it fills you way better then any measly dick could. Ursula is going to yank an orgasm from you in no time and you cant wait.

Ursula chuckles, watching her tentacle disappear into that curious, tight little hole and getting mesmerised by it. She loves how your hips desperately roll, wanting more and more and more, wanting the tip deep inside you- and she gives it to you. Pushing deep inside, until she finds a block.

Then she pulls out, before thrusting her entirety right back into you at top speed, making you see white for a fucking second. "Oh my god!- "

They are just the perfect little toy, Ursula thinks, chewing on her bottom lip at the obscene sight of her tentacle shoving into the tiny, unfamiliar space.

When you come you come hard, oozing cum around the appendage and letting it slip onto the rocks beneath you- especially when Ursula takes herself out of you again. She watches the creamy fluid drop out of you, glancing at the rest of your body to see an adorable look of peace washing over you, before a mischievous smirk slips across her lips.

"I wonder if you taste as spectacular as you felt, darling?"

You're just trying to breath, coming down from your high, so you're slow on the uptake but get the picture when something humid comes down on you.

Ursula takes you entirely in her mouth, not caring to take it slow on herself, and gets a good taste of you for the first time.

And certainly not the last.

[universallychaoticpan]

Hi! So I was stalking ur Levi x reader fanfics bc the first one I read was where Levi stitched reader its ROMANTIC UWU but then I ventured farther down and OMG THERE ARE SO MANY ANGST I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT!! Im literally crying right now and being extra depressed! (My sister just gave me the "Ur fUcKiNg WiErD" look) I need a break, my heart is too fragile for this (do it again)

Anyway do u write for my favorite russian criminal Fyodor Dostoevsky (his last name I freaking love his last name and I can't even pronounce it right! I WANT HIS LAST NAME isn't that hard to understand!!!) If ur up to it can i request how a relationship with Fyeda would work? With a s/o who is smart but is VERY chaotic and mischievous , sometimes even s/o doesn't understandhow she survives. Also his s/o is part of the Angles of Decay, and her ability is that she have black wings and she control the wind through her wings, its a VERY destructive ability. Yeah i really just want to recreate that power couple feel with fyodor.

Hi hello hi!!!! You're back! I'm happy! Sorry it's taken me so long to get to this, as always random things get weird for me sometimes. And yes, I did have a period where I just wrote Levi angst for no reasons other than I had a lot of sad ideas haha. Fyodor's last name is absolute goals; it just sounds super pretty so yeah I totally get you. Anyway, I loved to finally write this! You always send super fun requests so it's awesome for me to work on them. As always, enjoy and come back soon. <333

Another long night, another trail of blood and bandages scattered over the darkened space of your room while you sat on the edge of your bed. Covering your chest with your arms, you felt goosebumps rise along your skin as Fyodor's long, delicate fingers brushed softly along the gash tearing the soft expanse of your bare back, wrapping around your side. The slight sting and the strange gentleness of your lover's hand was electric; you closed your eyes against the pain and let your head fall back, wisps of black encircling your shoulders as Fyodor worked. He hummed contentedly when the winter air became pleasantly warm, sweet, winding around him and pulling his hair away from his pale face. When he looked back at you, the meaning of Decay of Angles swam towards him amidst a flurry of black feathers; your face, the wind you called to your fingertips whipping the sheets up around you.

"Careful, love," he reminded you. "Your power is such that should it get away from you the effects would be...gloriously disastrous."

You pulled him up beside you, laying back until his body was beside you, his arms holding him up above you. "Oh come now, darling," you purred, "where's your sense of fun?"

"You've had your fun tonight, lyubov moya; now if I may ask, how did you manage to get out of there?"

Your eyes flickered back and forth, from his mouth to his eyes with that same mischievous smile on your sweet mouth. "The port mafia gives itself far too much credit. The worst I got was that pesky cut you just oh so lovingly patched up, zolotse."

His face darkened. "still, dorogaya, it doesn't change the fact that they managed to hurt you. You made it out by the skin of your teeth and you know that. What's more this is the fourth time something like this has happened-"

"Third."

"Excuse me?"

You could see the frenzied look in his eyes, the way it was slowly growing, sharpening the shadows of his face as the breeze you'd called continued to sing around your room. "This was the third time. And somehow, I managed to make it out every single time. I make it out. Every. Time."

Despite your assurance, he was rattled; it was strange to see him that way. It almost scared you, how you saw the shadows in his eyes grow long and dark as he peered down on you.

"This is our life, luchik moya; we play with death. You know that. We gamble our lives and we win. Isn't that such a wild, lovely thing?"

And you were right. You were the gambler of the world he aimed to build. You were unpredictable; your charm was your inability to be held down into anything. You were beautiful and fierce and would run off the edge of the world, hand in hand with him and a smile wide as the sky breaking over your face. This was your life; flirting with the end, playing with fire and hissing in pleasure when your fingers were on the wrong side of a blade just long enough for your skin to split.

His eyes were still boring into you, dark pools of rich nightfall, the wings nestled at your shoulder blades wrapping around you both until your bodies were pressed together, his face so close there was just him. And you stared back, into those eyes that would be oh so easy to loose yourself in. Like the dizzying joy when one dives deeper, deeper, the mind slowly leaving them as their lungs scream for air until all was sweet bliss. That was the feeling of being loved by Fyodor Dostoevsky. Once, he had been the only soul in the world who could make you feel small. Now, there was no one who ever made you feel more grand.

His lovely apocalypse; your darkest heaven.

The gambler and the puppet master.

Who could ever compete with that?

[lowkeyclueless5137]

The Extravagant Sea Club I

There will be a pattern in this tittles :3

Here's the start of the 2nd Palace of the series.

What we will cover:

-Palace exploring

-discovering about the victims

-theorising why Floyd was tied in with all this bullcrap

-chasing a bird :3

The last one is just for funsies :3

Or is it? >:3

Smol warning: even if it's uncomfortable for me too, I will have to allude to more... 18+ themes... But not on the violent side... -3- y'all know what I'm talking about...

I'm talking about the real birds and bees thingie... ;-;

Also! I forgot to drop Ace's codename... ;-;  so we will drop it in here on the go...

Now onto the chaos!

So... A nightclub...

Ace voices everyone's concern about it, saying that in what on earth's name did they stumble upon? Vil is the level headed one who notes that for now, they seem to be seen as guests, since they aren't in the thief attire. Nonetheless, they should proceed with caution.

So stepping in, it was notable the excesive amounts of neon bulbs that still weren't on, as it was day. Display glass where, apparently, nothing was displayed into.

It wasn't a singular building, there were more smaller bars and clubs, all around small dark streets that seemed to be patrolled by security cameras and bodyguards at the doors. The people that were passing by in a hurry were almost akin to the daytime Tokyo: Busy with their own work. The difference was the hats/cloaks or hair that covered their faces, which also had masks. There were small stalls where the owners seemed to sell drinks and food.

Which was wierd. Why was everything looking so normal?

Using the sign instructions, the group headed towards the 'town square'. In there it was a more circular aera, with a fountain, which had above a big sign with a program:

Free days and Holidays: Day

All day-errands & taxes

Monday-Saturday: Night

9-10-arrival

10-11- Settling in

11-12-display start

12-13-bar start

14-20-show

20-21-cleanup

21-22-Closing hour

22-9-sleeping

It was a program... And they so happened to go on the 'day' program.

So walking around peacefully, a few things were to be noticed: the lack of apartments or spaces to live, the fact that most people seemed to wear coverings for something underneath, the tax system, which seemed to be extremely strict and monotone.

But they didn't fund any safe room. All the buildings were off limits and guarded. Not even the 'locals' entered any building. They would just stay outside.

So they had no other option than to leave, not without putting a reminder: the palace was off limits on days when school isn't in session.

Returning to the real world, it was necessary now for them to gain an inside person from Kosei high. Vil does know a guy: Rook Hunt. Rook was an exchange student from France, mostly recruited for his archery talent. So since he was staying at the dorms, Rook was easy to get to meet with.

And BOI... Vil only had to press 'dial' for Rook's number and the blonder was already there. Like damn... What did this one eat?!

So meeting Rook Hunt! The French exchange student of Kosei high!

After the short intros, Vil did ask Rook about possible rumors regarding his principal. The blonde seemed a bit too extra with his way of speech, but Ortho thankfully spoke that kind of extra language and so he squeezed out of the whole poem just a few things.

The Kosei principal had a favourism amongst students. Especially female students and teachers along with quite wealthy ones. Coming from a wealthy family as well, a lot of people, even from outside Kosei, try to be on his good side.

It was enough for our group to confirm that indeed, there had to be a hierarchy system in Kosei, one that in order to climb up, you had to do some dirty work.

With that, the group had to go each to their home, so they said goodbye to Rook.

Unbeknownst to them, the blonde had yet another meeting with someone. One in which conversations lead to dropping one pelicular name: the Phanthom thieves.

Back at Leblanc, Ortho and Riddle were meet with a cage on the counter, one in which an Ash grey and white birb was chirping.

Ortho recognised it as Chonky, Idia's bird. Riddle was curious about it, to which Ortho explained that Chonky was Idia's bird for a long time. Idia took great care of them and usually Chonky would fly around the older brother's room when Idia was in there. If Chonky was at Leblanc, it meant that either Idia was cleaning up his room, which was rare, or Idia was out for the day and asked Futaba to change Chonky's food.

The birb seemed to be awoken as it rose up. It was small and round, more like a fluff ball, with big, beady eyes and a small beak when sleeping, but when up, it was more or so slender looking, with big wings and a long tail. It was a parrot. :'3

Maybe Idia picked the name when the birb was sleeping. Because that one was surely anything but 'chonky'. :'3

Futaba also returns from the kitchen when the birb finished looking around. And suddenly, Chonky started to stirr around and chirp. The woman told the 2 that she still is surprised how Idia manages to handle such an energy ball of chirps and screeches, but it was more Idia's attachment to the birb and vice-versa than anything else.

Luckily, Idia came in a bit later. When asked about where he went, he revealed that Vil holded him a bit more in the shopping district and that the trains got delayed. Chonky seemed to recognize their owner as it chirped to attract Idia's attention.

Futaba told Idia that it isn't allowed for chonky to fly around the cafe, because their feathers will spread around and cause a mess. Idia did only stick his hand in to pet the quite eager for affection birb.

Ortho tells Riddle that Idia got chonky before entering 2nd year at high school, after he won at a science contest with his invention. He plans on participating this year too, but this time he didn't yet reveal the invention to the other students/public, but Ortho knew what it was and he swore to secrecy.

Idia mentioned how the next week, he will have to go and so some errands. So before Riddle could have a say in it, Ortho offers for both of them to watch over Chonky.

Riddle never had a pet before, so this will be... More like a free trial. :'3

The next day, school was in full swing. Unfortunately for Riddle, Jade seemed to have 'fallen behind' with the lesson, so Mr Vanrogue assigned Riddle to show Jade and help him understand the subject. So Riddle planned a bit later at Leblanc. :3

So with that out of the way, our group immediately had to hurry after school and get to the metaverse.

This time, the whole floating club city was at night (despite still being day in the reality). A lot of colorful neon lights, suggestive adds and little to none people brimming on the streets.

But even so, those people wore either more night clothes fit for the club, or sparkly bath suits, that were meant for anything except taking a bath.

Still, our group was not seen as enemies.

Now still with the bodyguards at the entries, it was noticeable a few signs: Entry fee, VIP entry and Free entry. So far, only one building had the free entry, being the largest one of them all.

The tallest one was a tower like club, which had a sign out of pink hue neon, spelling 'the office'. That one had to be where the treasure was hidden.

It was clear they had to climb the hierarchy and gain access to the more VIP clubs in order to get to the treasure.

The first club was more or so simple. With a bar connected and people on the dance floor. And unfortunately, at the bar, everything was varieties of alcohol.

They needed to find a more easy to pocket shadow and get from them a pass to the higher level clubs.

So setting their target onto one which looked more defenseless, Vil was the one who passed around and pretended to be interested in dancing, only to pickpocket the shadow and escape. Unfortunately, he got caught when the shadow pocketed themselves and realized that the card was missing.

Cue changing into the thief attire... And a club fight. :3

Spade somehow got his hands on a bottle of alcohol, so he slammed it in the barman's head, knocking them out before they could pound the alarm and therefore gaining access behind the counter for Flame, who was trying to rummage through it and deactivate the alarm sistem.

And also steal sum money. They are thieves after all. :3

Heart(Ace) joins in stealing the money, Poison throws a table, Spade punched a bunch of people and Rose set on fire the couch. We do not ask how... It just happened to be flamboyant. U-Ub

But they had to get out quick and return to the reality.

Unfortunately the stolen money were fake ones. They could only use it in the metaverse or make a money shower to be a bit of gremlins. :'3

But Riddle is in time to LeBlanc, a bit before Jade also comes for their 'remedial studies'. Riddle was a bit suspicious, especially when Jade showed to have understood the subject already. Riddle was highly suspicious when Jade actually understood, but insisted that he still didn't really grasp the subject entirely and that it would be better is they Could also study another day. Riddle scheduled him on Friday, so he wouldn't have to deal with him for a few days.

The next day, it just so happened for the Kosei 2nd years to have more shorter classes. So when our Gang got our of school, Floyd was waiting for Jade at the Shujin school gate, along a few other girls, talking in between them. All of them were from Kosei high, if it wasn't obvious from the uniforms.

And unfortunately, the very first person Floyd spots and approaches immediately is 'Goldfishie'.

Yeah... Riddle is currently carving again death... Not only Ace looked more than ready to add fuel to the fire, but Floyd managed to attract attention as well. Thankfully, Vil had a bit of student council work, so he wasn't going to be out soon to witness this clownery.

Since 'goldfish' is Jade's classmate, it meant that he must've know where Jade was. That's Floyd's logic, although Riddle made it clear that Jade was gathering up his stuff and probably talking with someone on the hall... But also... Pls... Floyd... Stop poking Riddle... He's already way too red.

Well the bothering gets stopped when Jade, the man of the hour, comes by. It seems like he sure did expect Floyd to be out this early, therefore he nudged his brother to go to their mom together, along the rest of the girls from Kosei that happened to have the same road as them.

Ace, the lil shit™, tho said outloud that Deuce has the same road home and also that today, they decided to study at Deuce's place. Riddle wanted to loudly protest, but Ortho slammed his mouth shut and confirmed Ace's statement.

Meanwhile Deuce panicky texted his mom that apparently today he had guests over out of the blue. Bring out the fine cute panda China... U-U/✨

On their way tho, Ortho noticed something strange. All of the girls, Floyd included, seemed to have bruises and/or bandages. One of them didn't talk at all, but also Floyd's gesticulating was in a certain pattern, his hands often making some way too controlled movements to be random. He even stood a bit to think before proceeding with the speaking and gesticulating. It seemed like the girl had a similar gesticulating.

So when each of the girls was safely dropped to their homes, the next on the list was the Nijima residence.

But it seemed like both the twins and our group was headed to the same apartment. Both parties were all like 'why are you going in here?' 'no, why are YOU going in here?'.

Deuce clears out that he just goes home, proving his point when he opens the door with his house keys.

And surprise surprise! It seemed like a group dinner was commencing. Yusuke, Haru and Makoto were in there. Add to that aunt Sae came also.

Deuce 'Let's go study elsewhere' Nijima, everyone!

But yeah... It was awkward, except for Floyd who was all like 'Hello, mama!'. Of course Haru was just smiling and greeting her son.

But in the end, the study group retreated in Deuce's room. To 'study'.

Yeah, Ace got a good laugh when he saw the big baby chicken plush on Deuce's bed. Rip annoying ginger, you probably will be missed. U-Ub

But Ortho pulls out the 'invisible ink notebook'. And they start to brainstorm on it. They also were texting on the gc with Vil to keep him updated on their strategy. They needed somehow to create a link in between the club buildings. Ace Brought up the possibility of a fire exit. Every modern building in a big city has a fire exit. Vil suggested vents as well, so in the end, the group decided to fashion a special ropeway in between the buildings roofs. But for that, they need to secure a route, explore the buildings and deactivate the security sistem for each of them so that whenever they return, to not be in danger of a fight, or the palace ruler to figure out their little plan.

Unfortunately, they are cut short from the brainstorming by Makoto, who asks them to get the twins as well in their little 'chat'. It was awkward even for the woman, so it was clear it was meant to distract anyone and let the 'adults to talk'.

And boy was it awkward o-o;

Thankfully... For what it felt like an eternity, Yusuke comes to pick up Ortho and Riddle. Ace makes as well an excuse to leave, much to Deuce's dismay.

The next day, Deuce comes to school very much scared. When asked about it by the group, the bluenette said that the twins interrogated him until their mom had to pick them up. And they were scary af.

It was clear... The twins were onto them.

Fortunately, they had the high ground at Shujin. But since they were investigating Kosei, that's where the twins had the advantage. So they chose a not so suspicious spot to meet up and go to the metaverse.

~~~~~~~~

As the world wrapped around and showed the Extravagant palace, the group of thieves looked in between them. "Let's go... We need to secure a route to the next club..." Poison declared, the group hurrying through the streets and entering the first club they previously got the security down.

But unknown to them, a few steps were heard.

"What do you say?" "I must admit... I didn't expect something so grand out of them... You did well..." "Merci! Now, monsieur mastermind... What might your mind plan next?"

One of the 2 smiled a bit, covering their mouth with their gloved hand.

"We will look around, dear Hunt-senpai..."

~~~~~~~~~~

Meanwhile, our group managed to get to the roof of the first club via stairs and slaughtering the staff before they could report anything... :'3

So much for gentleness... TwTb

But in the end, here they were, on the roof, with a rope, a bow and a grapple arrow. They needed to pass over the street to the other club, so now Heart was going to shoot it, while the others made sure they weren't seen.

Fortunately they zipline across quickly to the next club, but since it was taller, they landed on the fire exit stairs. So by this, they entered through a window and took out a guard.

Fortunately they were close to the security room. So a nice sneaky sneaky and fighting and they were in, with Flame entering in the system and deactivating the alarms.

But that's when they noticed the fact that the clubs had a connection in security. Mainly they discovered that apparently the other clubs could send a signal for more staff to the nearby clubs. It wasn't under the alarm section, but it could get more security as well.

And in their first cleared club, it was called for more security, cause being 2 intruders, both seemingly armed.

Oh Riddle was sure throwing a casket about it once they counted heads and realised that no, they were all in there. The adults promised to keep out of this (due to mostly their schedules and the possibility of police getting back on their tails), so while it was a fair chance of being them, it was also a chance of someone else.

So by deactivating the staff call function in here, the thieves returned to the first club, to deactivate the other staff call function.

And boy did they witness a show.

It was none other than Rook and Jade who were wrecking havoc, the 2 trying to get out. So the thieves come in to rescue them and drag them off from the scene, not after Ortho disabled the 'call staff' function.

In the 2nd club, they find a safe room.

That's where they decided to disarm both Rook and Jade (the bow, arrows and a pocket knife) and interrogate them over it.

Rook immediately rats out that it was all Jade's plan. He was just a mere pawn. Again, where is this man's loyalty??? Jade spills out that Rook agreed to go by his orders in the first place to snoop on Vil.

Yeah... The interrogation turned into both trying to rat each other out. Smh teens... -3-

Heart is the one who decides to out a stop to it, by demanding for them to shut up for God's sake. U-U9

So Poison explains that they are in a cognitive world, one in which they will die if they aren't careful. It seems like both Rook and Jade were quick to understand and not make a whole goddamn scene(like our residents one braincell duo). So at least there was that reassurance.

'Getting in the next club would be easy' they said. 'you just gotta make another zipline' they said.

Not really, cuz the 3rd club had no roof entry and it was one of those 'entry fee' kind of club. Thankfully Heart and Flame's gremlin energy assured that our boyos got the money to enter.

So what was in that club? First of all, a bigass dance floor. Second of all, a stage for performers. 3rd, a bit less of people, as most were looking at the performances displayed in there.

Rook immediately realised who those performers were: Kosei female students. Jade is as well taken aback by this, since this was how the director perceived the poor students.

And it only made both to start and boil with rage.

Poison warned that... Unfortunately... It meant that something similar would undergo in the real world, but less drastic than this. As an example, Flame only gave out Neige's Palace, where students were perceived as either prisoners or loyal knights.

Wierdly enough, there was an observation room, where you could see if certain security points in the aera were on or off... There were also 2 tunnels to other 2 buildings.

So to get things faster, they split into teams. Flame stood in the observation room, managing communications for now.

Team 1- Rose, Spade and Jade

Team 2- Poison, Heart and Rook

With team 1:

Jade seemed to be quite silent, but nonetheless, he did make it clear that he would want to know why they were looking into his brother. It wasn't that hard to realise what Jade really implied.

Jade wanted to know why the Phanthom thieves wanted to initially target Floyd of all people.

Well, Rose explains (since Spade would rather keep his lips tight around the twins) that initially, Floyd was requested on the Phan Site, under the pretext that he was a very dangerous delinquent. Of course, when his name didn't get any kind of hits on the app, they rose a brow and had to look more into it.

Jade seemed to be quite reassured by the fact that his brother did not have any rotten desires.

Although, Rose does ask why didn't Floyd transfer schools or anything similar. Jade is quick to respond that Floyd got in there based on a scholarship, as he is labeled as a 'genius'. And another motive was a bit weirder:

That Floyd was against the idea of a transfer.

So the only way Floyd would change schools, would be if he gets expelled. Jade does note that by now, it seems his brother would poke the limit, but not enough to cross it. The thieves already knew that he actually meant Floyd had beef with the principal.

In the end, they reach towards the security room. It was on a hall, guarded. So to not trigger them up, the trio found a vent they used to sneak in the security room.

Of course they had to ambush and silently take the shadow from inside, but for now, Rose and Spade were making sure no one noticed the fact that they were in there instead of the guard, while Jade was trying to turn off the security from Flame's Intel. He isn't a skilled hacker after all. :'3

But suddenly, the alarm blared, because of the building near them demanding 'more staff'.

So now the guards entered the security room and noticed the trio. And ofc they called on more back-up. Bc things can never be easy now... -3-

Why did the alarm go off tho?

Welp... Team 2 has the answer to that... :'3

~~~~(Tw for blood)~~~~

"Let's hurry!" Heart demanded as he and Rook were shooting at the shadows that tried to get in, while Poison was trying to turn off the security system and the 'staff call' function.

beep!

"there! Let's go!" Poison demanded as Rook and Heart followed in tow, the blonde thief making a few blind shots with the gun, in hopes of distracting the enemies.

After a bit of running up the halls, the 3 took a drastic turn, hiding in a dark room. "Where did we end up?!" Heart wheezed. "I think there has to be a lightswitch..." Poison mused.

"Wait..." Rook halted. "It oddly smells like perfume... Perhaps a Mugler..." He mumbled. "A who?" even in the darkness, it was obvious that Heart was tilting his head. "A designer... European fashion..." Vil cleared out, using his fingers to feel around. "I found the sw-"

CLICK!

A gigantic hall with changing rooms and vanity tables on the sides. Glass cases on which swimsuits with different motifs were displayed, under them different labels. The smell of perfume came from the bottles stocked on the tables, from designers all around the world.

"This... Is messed up..." Heart mumbled, containing in a gag. "Let's go until the guards break the door." Vil mused. Even if he locked the door, he could still hear bangs on it. So they had to hurry.

But only 2 pairs of footsteps were heard.

"Rook?" Poison turned around, to see the blonde boy frozen in his place, his eyes taking in all of the room's pervy glamour. "Rook! Snap out of it!" Poison grabbed the hunter by the arm, but Rook took it out immediately, starting to walk towards the other end of the hall.

"Alright, ya wierdo... We gotta buy time!" Heart demanded, pushing in front of the door a vanity table.

But Rook kept walking, looking only at the end of the hall, where one big glass box was, in it a trophy resembling a Martini glass instead of a bathsuit. The gigantic glass was made out of diamond, sparkling as it wasn't filled with anything yet. The only thing that said anything about it, was a golden plate at the top of the case.

'Archery Club Medalist: Mikan Takashi's prize'

Rook opened his mouth, only a breath getting out before he closed it again. The blonde's eyes were as big as plates, hand moving slowly as it touched the glass box gently, feeling it cold against his gloved hand.

BANG! CRASH!

"Damnit!" Heart cussed as the shadows entered in. "Get the guns!" Poison demanded as he pulled out his own gun, one hand getting to his ear to press on the ear piece. "Flame! We are in a bit of trouble in here~" the blonde mused. "Oh yeah... Kinda sucks for y'all..." The other was heard. "WHERE ARE YOU?!" "Shooting some guys down and stealing money... Why?" "FLAME GET HERE!" "Funny, Rose called me to them too... But again... There are sum dudes here that are blocking the entri-"

BZZZ!

"The comms got down!" Heart summoned his persona, trying to keep the shadows away.

Wosh! Splat!

An arrow pierced through the air, stabbing a shadow right in the head. On the arrow, a glove was tied. It was silence, as everyone looked towards the direction of the arrow.

If... He considers our passions... And our futures... As mere toys for entertainment...

Rook groaned, hands letting go of the bow and arrows, the weapon falling on the ground. The blonde gripped onto his face, yelling in pain.

I am thou... Thou art I... Beauty is a luxury... And the price for a rotten soul is ugliness...

"It is time..." Rook breathed out, fist up as he slammed it into the glass case.

Crack... Crack... CRASH!

The glass box shattered as all the shards fell over Rook, cutting him as the blood dripped off in some more severe cuts.

"To purge these unsightly desires!"

Ripping off the mask, all the blood ignited in blue flames, raising up and creating gushes of wind that pushed everything aside. The shadow with the arrow in their head rose up wobbly.

WOSH!

Another arrow, this time in flames, shot right through it, splitting up the first arrow and successfully killing the shadow for good. As the flames cleared, Rook stood there, arm pointing towards the mass of shadows as behind him, his persona which holded a bow, being the one who shot the arrow.

"L'AMENER SUR!"

~~~~~~~~

(Explanation format :3)

Yeah... That was what blared the alarms first... Team 2 was quite aggressive, but returned first to Flame who tried to free off the entries.

Now back to our team 1.

Rose and Spade were holding off the guards while Jade was hurrying on the security panel. The communications fell down mid way, so the last they knew of Flame was that his entries of access towards them were blocked.

And if you asked Rose, this meant that the palace ruler already knew of their intentions and set them in a trap.

A clever trap that could have been avoided if only they didn't split up...

~~~~(Yet another blood TW)~~~~

"Jade! Hurry up!" Rose demanded, summoning one of his personas to shoo off the shadows. "It's useless on my end... They are resistant to ice!" Spade noted, entering a defence position as his moves were limited.

The tall boy ducked in time a stray attack, before looking again at the screens. Everything was going well until the communications were cut off. Now he didn't know what to do next. For all that is known, he could activate the alarms and do much worse.

He needed to understand... He wanted to know why his brother always got in trouble. He wanted to see why everyone was so secretive about everything regarding Floyd.

Secrets... They are the bane of safety...

Jade felt an unbelievable shot of pain through his head. It was as if his skull was split open as he could helplessly gasp for air. His legs became weak, the only available support being the table from the security room.

Isn't it unfair? How the ones you care about the most... Suffer in silence? How they lie to you and tell you sweet nothings just so you wouldn't find out the truth?

Jade let out a choked sob, right hand trembling as it grabbed onto his head, nails digging into his own skin as the left hand digged painfully in the metal of the table. He grunted and breathed laboriously as he rose his gaze to look at the screen. If only he could push a bit more. He had to think, to figure it out.

But the sounds around Jade started to be drowned. He found himself in absolute silence, eyes closed shut as he tried to hear something.

Knowledge is an expense... Are you willing to pay for it?

"I... Will pay..." Jade breathed out.

Very well... I am thou, thou art I... The price for your desires will come back for you... The contract is sealed. Now use me to fulfill your greed for the things your dear ones never told you!

Rose and Spade were quick to stop in their tracks once they heard a blood curling scream. Looking behind them, they only saw Jade standing tall and steady on his feet, something in his hand as the head was raised up, tilted so his golden shining eye could be seen properly as he just showed a terrifying smile, face all covered in blood.

Then he laughed like a lunatic.

As if it was a chain reaction, Jade's laughter ignited the blood into blue flames that instead of crawling onto his body, spread across the room, raising up in a wall of blue embers that separated Jade from everyone else.

The embers swirled before they opened like some theater curtains, dissappearing. Behind, the now dressed in other clothes, Jade something akin to teather stage personified. The boy in question rose his hand, pointing towards the shadows.

"I advise you... To consider me a threat..."

The persona immediately summoned in the said aera a debuffing spell, before raining attacks on the shadows as they disappeared. All this time, it seemed like the persona was holding onto Jade's hands, the boy also holding some puppet wooden crosses, meant to control it.

~~~~~~~~

(UWU explanation format OwO)

It turns out Jade's persona was a support one, a Navi for short. But those kind of attacks tiered Jade way too much, that now Spade had to summon Chariot and carry the other 2 back to the others.

And because they were busted for now, they had to go back to the real world.

After that, Rook was more than down to take the principal of Kosei. Meanwhile, Jade said that he needed a bit more time to consider helping them out.

Back at Leblanc tho, Riddle and Ortho notice a wierd costumer that was drinking some coffee and reading a newspaper as a small child was drawing on a paper at the table. They didn't put much mind to it as Futaba told them he was a just regular and his nephew.

Idia drops by, saying that he will go out and that someone need to watch a bit chonky whole he is gone. Ortho with Riddle offer to do so.

They accidentally left the bird to get out of the cage and the whole night the 2 chased it through the attic.

Meanwhile, at the Kurusu residence.

~~~~~~~~

Jade groaned as he plopped on the couch from the living room, bag tossed at his feet. He was drained from energy, not only from the awakening, but from the overall physical effort he made today. Well his dad sure was right when he said he needs to take seriously PE.

"Neeee! Jade! Where were ya? I waited for ya before the subway had to leave! I missed the earlier train because of ya!" A voice whined as Jade creaked an eye towards the one who said it.

Floyd just came in, his schoolbag over his shoulder. From the bag, a fur covered head popped up. The cat looked at Jade expectantly, but the boy was way too tired for that as Floyd set down the cat.

Morgana was the family cat. And Floyd always took the pet with him everywhere. Jade usually had Morgana nudge him when he was doing homework. Rarely he got the cat outside on a walk like Floyd does on a daily basis.

"Woder what did this one do to get tired? Floyd seems to never run out of energy..."

At the new voice, Jade immediately snapped out of his sluggish mood. "Woa... What has gotten into ya out of the sudden?" Floyd asked. "I... Nothing... I just thought I heard someone talk..." he grumbled, before raising as he grabbed his bag. "I'll be in our room... Doing my homework..." he declared, heading towards his room.

Although Jade glared at Morgana. He knew that cat talked. And that he wasn't going crazy. But as if his glare was picked up by the cat, Morgana returned the glare as well, while Floyd holded the cat on his shoulder, gently scratching Morgana's nape. "Let's go and see where mama is!" He mumbled, although in a sudden sour mood, as he left the room as well, towards the kitchen.

Jade was definitely not going crazy. He shook his head as he tried to concentrate onto finishing his homework, but his mind kept going elsewhere. With no other option on hand, Jade grabbed his phone and dialed a number.

Ring... Ring...

"Oh! Jade-senpai!" Ortho's voice was heard from the other end as on the background Jade swore he heard yelling and screeching of a bird. "Riddle-San is currently a bit busy at the moment..." the boy added. "No worries... I just have a small question regarding the... Metaverse..." Jade mused. "Shoot it..." it was a small pause.

"Do... You suddenly understand what cats say after a first trip to the metaverse?"

~~~~~~~~

And here we finish it with this first part! :3

Now Floyd might think his brother is going nuts... :'V

But we have 2 more members! :D

But for now! I leave y'all to theorise on what might be going on in there :3

Until next time! Buh bye!

[bowl-of-shortness]

*Sending this anonymously since I'm not out* (please don't try to out me, I will cry. If you think you might know who I am, pls don't ask if you're right. I have anxiety and I'm scared to share this as is)

So what you said about being asexual and demiromantic and not feeling like you can contribute to conversations, I FELT that.

I feel like the only way to join conversations about attractive people is by lying. I feel so guilty because I have never figured out what else to do. They all just look like people?

I've literally created a checklist in my head of society's standards because I have no idea what else to judge on. Calling everyone beautiful feels so fake but to me they just... are. People are only "ugly" to me when they're mean. Like to me, beauty is based on personality and I dont understand how other people do it. How can you rate a face without a story? (Like I can only do that when I assume things about people's lives based on their looks??? And it's normally wrong assumptions because "don't judge people based off looks alone" is correct??? Yet people just... do this? Like "they're hot" but isn't that what you're not supposed to do, like???)

I recently came out to my best friends as ace, and even then, they still bring it up every time they're rating people or talking attractive characters, as in the "we know you have no opinion or whatever" and I hate it. Like now that they know I'm ace, it feels like they're actively pushing me out of conversations or want to see what an ace rates them as. (They wouldn't if I asked, but it's kinda fun to participate, I feel more normal. Even if I am just lying) I feel a bit uncomfortable rating people because they think it's based of asthetics but to me I'm just making up numbers. (Its less lying now that they know I'm not sexually attracted to people, but it still hurts. It's nice that they recognize I don't relate and I'm not banning a conversation topic, it just hurts and I'll just take it silently instead of making a fuss. I guess this is just what I was just born to endure, huh.)

Literally, people used to ask me if my ex (SO at the time) was cute or whatever and I always said yes. I was making it up because ya know, I didn't feel that way. I had NO sexual attraction to them but I sold that lie to be normal. I finally came to terms with the fact that I am asexual recently, almost a year to the date I broke up with the only SO I ever forced myself to have. (That tale is a tragedy and I have massive amounts of guilt for the lies I told them to sell that I was a normal hetero cis person. I did so much wrong by them and I hope someday I can forgive myself for it.)

I thought I was bi when I first let myself belive I'm not a normal straight because I felt the same level of attraction across the gender spectrum. (I accepted how I felt about the person of the opposite gender was a crush and then realized I felt the same way about someone of the same gender. That was a crisis) Zero equals zero, wasn't really lying.

Anyway, all that to say that:

You are valid and realateable AF. Conversations about attraction is so uncomfortable and isolating and I'm so thankful you're brave enough to bring it up

I'm also really trying to figure out if I'm panromantic, or demiromantic, or whatever and I'm unsure what to do. Why can't there just be an accurate uquiz.... :(

Like, I think I may be demi something because I have literally only ever had "crushes" on my best friends. I'm not 100% sure what a crush is, but I'm assuming that when I tell myself "don't think of your friends like that, that's wierd" that I'm just mad at myself for acquiring a crush on my bestie.

I have no one to talk to about this because they are firm believers in not dating friends (both have been burned) and I am terrified they'll find out that I can't imagine a relationship with anyone other than a best friend. Like what do I do? I'm so tired fam. I don't think they will be mad if I tell them I'm demi romantic (I'm currently going with panromantic since that just seems easier) and I'm scared they'll find out I realized my sexuality through crushed I had on them, since they're opposite genders and I've had the same "crush" on both of them.

Only wanting romance with friends is so hard because to most people, friends aren't for dating but for talking about potential dates and I hate it.

It's nice to know that I'm following a fellow ace person who gets the romantic struggle. I think you're an icon, and I'm glad that you're in a place where you can be out.

I know we're not close or anything, but I'm really happy to know that there's someone else out there who I can relate to when I can't say a word anywhere else. I hate keeping up the charade, but I'm not in the kind of place where I can drop it. If you're interested in my situation and why I'm forever closeted, I've got quite the tale. but I've ranted enough here. (I won't force my life story on you, I know you want a positive blog and this ramble isn't very positive. I can shut up and vanish if you never want to hear from me again)

Thanks for having your anons on <3

I wish I could dm you and just chat (if you were even interested) but I can't (IRL people know my Tumblr and I dont want to make a new one unless it's necessary.) If there's anything you wanna chat about, I hope I stumble across it on my dash. I hope its okay if I hide behind anon asks.

Thanks for representing people like me. Sorry for the ramble, I guess I needed to get more off my mind than I realized. Thanks for being a safe space to vibe for a while. It's nice to be around other, perfectly valid people like me. I look up to you in a sense ♡

(But seriously, if this is too much drama and you don't want me to do this again, you don't even need to post this I won't bother you again without your consent)

I- wow.

That’s really all I can say.

I’m very glad that you feel just as recognized here as an asexual as you should be. And I know what every single one of these struggles is like. Personally, I never Liked to force things onto myself which has been Both a blessing and a curse.

It’s great because I don’t have to deal with a relationship but over time people stop wanting to be around you for it. But eventually, I found a friend group who respected what I did and didn’t want to talk about. And unfortunately even though some people may be nice and friendly to you, that doesn’t mean that you and that person are going to click.

I think you might want to start being more open about not wanting to talk about these things when you’re around them, and if that’s scary and difficult, start small. I get it. But the more you stay quiet and the more morning is going to change.

So yea, I don’t mind the ask! I guess I didn’t even realize that me just openly existing as Aspec was a huge thing to a lot of people, so I’m glad I could help, I hope everything gets better for you anon. Have a lovely day/afternoon/evening 💖💖💖

[originaldanganronpascenarios]

Saimatsu oneshot

A oneshot I forgot to write about things they forgot to say lol

3rd person POV

After graduation everyone moved on with their lives. Most of the students went their separate ways and one of those was Shuichi. Even though he still was pretty close friends with Kaito he didn't spend much time with him as they used to. But the real thing that was constantly bothering Shuichi was the fact that he didn't say to Kaede how he felt back when he had an opportunity to... Now he just regrets it since even though it was months since everyone parted ways he still felt something for her. Nobody knew where she was or what she was up to.

On top of that Shuichi felt lonely and his only distraction was work. He knew that it was pathetic what he did but at this point he just couldn't care less about being a waste of space.

He was exhausted and felt empty but he never gave up. Once in a while he'd meet up with Kaito and that's only time when he can forget how things turned out even if it wasn't that bad.

Today another full month passed after graduation and to Shuichi it was a day when he remembered every failure like every other month. Currently he was with Kaito in a ramen shop "What's wrong? Is it the usual?" he said calmly they both knew that yes it was 'the usual' and Kaito just couldn't stand it "Look man if you will just look back at everything you won't be able to move forward" he said it once again it almost felt like they were repeating same conversation over and over again but this time Shuichi's response was different "We both know you are right... Maybe it won't hurt to try..." as soon as he finished Kaito smiled "That's the spirit!" the two continued discussion but every once in a while Kaito was looking at his phone nervously. Shuichi of course noticed it "Is there something wrong?" he asked.

It caught Kaito off guard "What- no! Everything is fine!" he looked a bit surprised to wich Shuichi sighed "If you need to be somewhere right now I'm not stopping you"

"It's nothing really!" he said putting his phone back in his pocket. The two continued hanging out like nothing ever happened. Soon they parted ways yet again.

Shuichi started heading home and he took same route as allways.

As he passed by the park he heard a nostalgic tune... "Clair de Lune" it made him think even more about Kaede and it drove him crazy. It almost felt just like he was back at Hope's peek sitting in the music room next to Kaede who played it for him. But it couldn't be the truth. It just couldn't.

To prove it to himself he decided to follow the music he finally had to get ov-... Wait a second... she was there.

He couldn't belive his eyes he moved towards a woman playing on a keyboard on a park bench. Not controlling what he said or his movements he said "Kaede?" wich made the girl sit up and look at him.

She was super happy to see him "Shuichi!?" she stood up and hugged him "Oh my God it's you! So Kaito wasn't lying when he said you'd be here!" he hesitantly hugged her back.

That's when he realized that when Kaito was texting someone it was probably Kaede...

She freed him from her embrace and smiled "So how where you all the time I was gone?"

"Where were you even? Why didn't you say anything?" he felt kinda wierd asking so many questions out of the sudden but he needed to know.

"You didn't read my letter?" she asked a bit surprised

"what letter?" now she got him curious.

"I left it in your locker a day before we graduated. I didn't wanted to forget about it and also I thought it whould be better than leaving you sms... Not that I even could since my phone was broken! I also had a lot of rehearsals planned and couldn't even find time to see you in person" she looked away for a moment and smiled again "But I'm so happy to see you again. You have no idea how much I missed you!"

"I missed you too" he smiled hearing her voice was something he wanted to hear for so long.

"Okay so since you didn't read my letter I'll just say what was in it okay?" he just nods to it "It's kinda long so let's sit down" the two sat down on the bench.

Before she started to explain he spoke up "Kaede sorry to interrupt you but can I say something"

"You didn't interrupt me since I haven't even started yet but sure!"

He felt his heart beat like crazy he didn't had his hat on so he couldn't even try to hide his embarrassment. Still there was no way he'd back off now "I-I wanted to say that for a very long time and since we are talking about things we didn't say to each other..."

"yeah?"

"I think I love you"

There was a moment of silence and after few seconds Kaede let out a sigh of relief "Gosh and here I thought I was going to be looking like an idiot as I tell you about my huge crush on you I still have" she laughed slightly after the statement. Now Shuichi was just stunned after her statement... His eyes were wide and he looked like he was about to say something. But no word came out of his mouth.

She put her hand on his shoulder "Shuichi are you okay?" by the tone her voice it was clear that she was worried. It brought him back to reality "I'm sorry I am just shocked you feel the same!" he looked away blushing as she giggled "So... That makes us a pair then?"

[radhakawaii]

LET ME TELL YALL ABOUT THIS WIERD ASS DREAM I HAD

I was coming home from college (well, the one I'm no longer going to), and i sat in the train, it was empty (AN EMPTY TRAIN IN MUMBAI WTF) and it had like 5 minutes to leave, so i decided to get down and buy soda or something. So i leave the train, and just as a was about to go to back, the train left, with my belongings inside it. I was devastated, imagine losing your drawing books, your Nalanda ruler, your laptop, your t square and other expensive arch stationery

Lucky for me, a classmate (who isn't that much in touch with me but he's a chill guy i like him #noromo) finds me having a breakdown on the platform, and tells me to stay in the hostel for that day. But I'm still angsty over my stuff getting lost. And this guy pulls out a spare of everything from his pocket. Everything that i lost, brand new, unused, in his pocket. I was too sad to notice how odd that was.

Then we go to the hostel, which apparently didn't have any objection letting a girl stay for a night now that i think about it, and i meet some more seniors. I enter my friend's dorm room and the beds are arranged in this spiralling pattern and you access them with metal stairs (not ladders) and they had enough space that you can sit up without your head hitting on the upper bunk. I have no idea how many beds there were or how tall the room was. The room was extremely messy, but somehow i was able to navigate. One of the seniors asked me to relax and played some Ghibli movie on the tv (an old timey tv was mounted on one of the bedframes) and left for some student council thingy where i was able to hear that was being yelled at for not shaving his beard so he started shaving right there. I decided to ignore that and watch the movie, which is when I woke up

EDIT: I forgot one detail, that my friend, talked with me the whole time in marathi. Fluent marathi but in a heavy accent. Irl he is gujrati and I've only heard him speak hindi and english, his marathi is broken at the best

[welllpthisishappening]

I'm so happy to find another bellarke fan who just got into the show 😭

LAURA (can I call you by your name? Is it too wierd? SORRY) YOUR TAGS. I'M DYING.

Oh, hai there. So, for reasons (mostly based on the lack of Bellarke kissing) I put off watching The 100 for a ridiculously long time, while still having a lot of feelings about Bob Morley’s hair. And I read so much fic. Like. It is absurd how much fic I read. And also the original YA books.

And my motto was always let me know when they kiss and I’ll watch the whole goddamn show. Until! My husband got the flu on New Year’s Day and I needed something to watch and as I was scrolling through Netflix I landed on The 100 and was like...yes, ok. Let’s do this .

Now we’re here.

With one fic posted and a five-chapter fic that will not be five chapters when it’s finished and a whole fic bouncing around my brain that I tag flailed about here. In my head, it’s going to be very cool. Like what if when the apocalypse happened they still went to the ark, but it was like...a space station??? And then people who were rich and cough, cough, the Wallace family, dictated where those rich people went IN TIME. It’s shady, obvs. Like the human race survives, but only by existing out of normal, linear time. Something, something...Octavia runs away IN TIME and it’s up to TIME AGENTS Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin to find her, partnered for reasons I am sure I will come up with eventually. They bicker, they banter, they MAKE OUT THROUGH TIME.

I really am going to finish the hockey fic first and then I’m real psyched to start writing this. Because I am nothing if not trash for a good time travel story. 

Also: yes, absolutely call me Laura.

[houseswolo]

Day 2 - 'Tis The Season To Be Thirsting

"You make me fly!"

Let's meet some more Thristies!

Athena

(Tumblr: @lilia-ula | Ao3: Lilia_Ula)

What got you into Star Wars?

ROTJ made a huge impression on me as a child. I fell hard for the Ewoks and had a soft spot for Salacious Crumb, the little wannabe Gremlin Jabba kept as a pet. So, I fell in love with the original trilogy backward, starting with VI and ending up with A New Hope. 😂

What made you a Reylo? Lightbulb moment!

Most definitely the subtext within their interactions in TFA. JJ and crew made sure I'd notice the hotness therein. *bless 'em*

Why do you write / make art?

To bring scenes I'll never see on the big screen to life. I'm shameless, a complete gratuitous writer.

The Object of your Thirst…

With my penchant for villainous crushes, Kylo Ren will ever wear the crown.

Which Adam look do you like the best?

TFA Kylo, aka the Grim Reaper I wish would kill me softly, closely followed by Dark Space Prince™ in TLJ. His coloring and features are made for black, and it flusters me endlessly that he humors my fetish by wearing TONS of it off screen.💦

Which part of Adam do you like the best? 

I'm so gonna sound like a creepy dude when I say this, but ah well. His eyes slay me. He is a master of portraying intensity and emotion, and it is best focused in his gorgeous eyes.

Favorite Star Wars Movie

The Last Jedi

What do you like to write / draw / paint the most?

E-rated erotica with feeling behind each thrust

Your TRoS Prediction

Oh, c'mon, I'm a red-blooded Reylo. They gonna tango.

If you were an aesthetic... (colors, images, feels....)

Your destination is a dark, foreboding castle bordered by steep mountains to the North. You ride through flowering orchards an elegant state of decay, the fragrance of blossoms beguiling your senses while the imposing sight of the stronghold fills you with growing dread.

If you were a candy bar, what would your name be?

Drama Creme

What's your ideal environment for writing / creating? 

It takes me time and quiet to submerge, and those commodities are in short supply IRL. Hence, the molasses-in-January pace of my output.😭

Are you a dom or sub? 

I switch but am happiest as a sub.

What's the most exotic/wierd place you've gotten intimate?

There have been more glamorous places, but I'll spring for weird: on a lit-up bench in the middle of City Hall in Honolulu. 2 am. *okaybye*

What's your kink?

Wait, What? Like, as in only one? *dies laughing*

Meaning behind your nick / ID name

Means "Red Lily" in Hawaiian, an ode to my daughter's middle name, my roots and the color red, which tends to dominate the field in my subject matter.

Do you like it rough or soft? 

B O T H

Favorite fic you wrote or favorite art you made

This Way Lies Ruin

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Cecelia

(Tumblr: @queenoferebor | Twitter: @queenoferebor12 | Ao3: Cecilia1204)

What got you into Star Wars?

I am an OT girl. I fell in love with a galaxy far far away as a kid and especially Han Solo, who was my first love. Forty-two years later and I'm still here, even more involved now that fandom is a thing and meeting my soul-sisters from all over the world. I loved the adventure, the romance and the whole concept of good and evil and redemption that SW gave me. I dragged my kids to the movies and I know I'll still be watching them until the day I have to sit right in front of the screen, with the sound at full blast, just to watch my babes in my old age.

What made you a Reylo? Lightbulb moment!

After TFA, I was pretty angry at Kylo, won't lie. Then I read Reylo stuff on Tumblr and before TLJ came out I tried my first Reylo fic and boom, I was hooked. It's basically my fave trope: redeemed bad/misunderstood guy that sees the light when he meets the love of his life. I mean, I'm a Sansan and Dramione, Beauty & the Beast shipper, so it fitted the bill, really.

The Object of your Thirst…

Originally, and for many, many, many years, it was Han Solo. That man could have made me burn up on Hoth. Then along came his son, Ben/Kylo, and while I didn't see it at first, now, hooley dooley but I thirst for him now. I would not not say no to a threesome with both father and son! Just saying 😏

Which Adam look do you like the best?

I'm a complete hoe for shorter hair, so Paterson, Phillip Altman and now Daniel Jones get my hormones racing. I would not say no to a jonesing on his desk on that basement. No, siree!

Which part of Adam do you like the best? 

All of him! Like, what's not to like? Narrowing it down is hard because I would lick that man from head to toe but it was his eyes and hair that got my attention. I could drown in those eyes and I've always had a hair kink, and his is perfection. Then there's his shoulders, arse, hands, mouth.....

Favorite Star Wars Movie

Was Return of the Jedi and then TLJ. If we get the Reylo pay off in TRoS, that could become my new fave

Your TRoS Prediction

Ben and Rey will declare their love and bone like bunnies in the Millenium Falcon. A girl can hope

What's the most exotic/wierd place you've gotten intimate?

Probably a stairwell. Near a railway line. Not nearly as sexy as it sounds, lol

What's your kink?

Hair. I love hair. And HEAs. If it doesn't have a happy ending, I'm not reading or watching, sorry. I don't want to be sad.

Use three words to describe yourself.

Happy, optimistic, loyal

Meaning behind your nick / ID name

I'm a mad LOTR and Hobbit fan, so that's where Queen of Erebor came from. The 1204 is my birthday

Do you like it rough or soft? 

Soft. I like romance but every now and then...

Favorite toy

My Satisfyer (clit stimulator) is currently my go to.

Favorite SW character besides Kylo and Rey

Han Sol. I really am a Hoe-lo for Solo!

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Y’all are weird

Jason x reader I fr couldn’t come up with a good name

I stared at Jason's Robin suit waiting for Bruce and my brother Dick to come back they went looking for the read hood I told them to take me with them but they said that he was to dangerous.

"I miss you." I said touching the glass Jason's costume was in. We had a thing when he was here before he...died.

Flashback

"Y/N! We're the hell did you go!" Jason yelled.

"I'm right behind you Jay." I said piping out behind Jason. He jumped in surprise.

"How do you still do that."

"Because I'm faster and way more sneaker than you."

"Yeah what ever." He rolled his eyes.

"Wanna go in the pool." I suggested

"Race you." He took of racing as I ran behind him I was met with his shirt on the floor along with his pants.

"Boys." I proceeded to take off my shirt and pants showing my bathing suit. As I got to the pool I saw no sign of Jason any where I looked every where.

"Jason where did you go!?" Then out of no where ice water was poured in me.

"Oh your so dead Todd."

"Catch me if you can!" Jason yelled running around the pool. I was so close to him so I ran as fast as I can and tackled him into the pool. As we fell into the pool together I still had my arms wrapped around him. We were still under water he wrapped his arms around me witch got me surprised. We were looking at each other deep in our eye I almost forgot I needed to breath. Before I went up for Air Jason pulled me closer to him were our chest touched. Then he pulled me into a kiss. We swam up still kissing. Then we finally pulled apart I couldn't help but smile.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"Fun."He smirked. I smirked and pulled him into another kiss.

"What was that for?" He asked.

"Fun." He just shook his head and we continued kissing. After that he asked me to be his girl friend and of course I said yes. Little did I know 3 months later I would lose him.

3 months later

Jason told me about finding out that his mother was alive.

"Jay I'm telling you I don't have a good feeling about this."

"Why?"

"Because out of no where she shows up and in Gothem of all places. Doesnt it seem..i don't know spacious."

"Y/N don't you want me to be happy."

"Jason don't try to pull that on me you know i do.."

"Then why don't you support me in going."

"Because I want you safe Jason!"

"And I want to see my Mom Y/N!"

"Fine do what ever you want! But don't come back to me telling me it wasn't what you expected or it was a joke."

"Who said I'll be coming back." And with that he got on his motor cycle and left.

Later that night

"Y/n have you seen Jason." Bruce said.

"Yeah he left a few hours ago." I said bitterly

"Where?" He said with concern in his voice.

"To go see his mother somewhere in gothem." When I said that he broke out in pure panic. He told me it was a trap his mother is still dead and Joker was on the lose and wanted a bird for him self.

It was 4 am when we got the call Jay wasn't coming home at all I was with Dick and Alfred in the Bat-cave then Bruce called told us everything I was angry but all I could've done was cry on Ducks shoulder. I never got over that.

End flash back.

I Sined. I never got over that or him. I had to go through a ton of shit like I had a fight with Bruce and Dick about why not kill the Joker. We had a fight about it but I kinda under stood. A year after Bruce let me become Batgirl. Every time we came face to face with Joker I had to hold all of my anger in so I wouldn't have had killed him.

"Y/n/n " I was pulled out of thought when I heard Dick call me. Bruce was already sitting in front of the computer with a face of shock, confusion and anger. I turned around to see Dick with a black eye.

"Dick what happened?" I was shocked because it's been forever since he got one last time he got one was from Jason.

"Red Hood."

"Of corse. Why aren't I surprised. Ever since he's came here shits gotten worse." I said tossing Dick an ice pack then I started to put on my Batgirl costume.

"Y/n what are you doing?" Dick asked

"Going after the Red hood what else."

"Y/n don't you don't know what he's capable of I mean look at what he did to me."

"Dick I can handle myself."

"Y/n/n this dude is bad."

"And I'm worse." With that I left the bat cave to find the red hood. I went to an abandoned apartment building right we're the Red Hood was.

"Hay isn't it past your bed time. I mean the Bat wouldn't want his little bird out this late." Red hood said in a tanting way. But I wasn't in the mood for tanting I just wanted to punch something.

"Not in the mood to hear your shit so hears how it's gonna work I'm gonna kick your ass then take to to Arkham is that good, oh wait I don't care."

"Oh look she's a little feisty isn't she. You know it's sad, I kinda like you the other one wasn't so.. I don't know."

"I'm done talking." I growled tackling red hood from the roof to the alleyway.

We were on a punch, kick, hit battle.

I kept punching him I don't know why maybe out of rage and just to hit him. But I don't see when he pulled out a taser. He tezed me making me back away to regain my balance. But I couldn't he attacked me. He was way more stronger than me. He kept punching me in my stomach, face, side he punched me so hard to were I couldn't feel my arm for a minute. He hit me so hard that the knocked my mask off. I couldn't feel much to care I wouldn't have even cared if he killed my right there and then.

But, he stopped. I don't know why but he did. I looked up to see he took off his helmet I looked at his face, and I saw a tear?

Then I passed out

Jason's Pov

Why would they let her be a super hero are they stupid. I mean she did give me one hell of a beating.

Oh god did I kill her.

I checked for a pulse there was one a strong one. I made her pass out. How could I have hurt her. I mean I didn't know. But still.

"I'm sorry Y/N ." I said holding her body trying not to cry. I missed her so much but I never thought I'd get to see her again I never lost my feelings for her. Then I heard footsteps running towards us. I let go of Y/N and went into the shadows. I saw Nightwing jump down from the roof.

Dicks pov

I told her not to go now look at her Alfred said she might have a concision. I knew she wasn't able to handle him but from the blood on her knuckles looks like she gave him a beating. Then she got up.

We're am I it looks like a hospital. I sat up but my head was pounding. The a man with dark hair like mine came running in.

"Y/N are you ok." He hugged me. I pushed him away.

"Who are you?" I asked my head was pounding I looked in the mirror I had bruises on my arms at least I don't have a black eye.

"It's me Dick." I gave him a questioning look.

"Richard Grayson, your brother." He said gently sitting next to me showing me pictures of us as kids he explained what happend to our parents and that Bruce took us in. And how he's Bat man.

"Hay Y/N it's been a long night and it's 6 so let's go to your favorite dinner and get y/f/f ok." I nodded because I don't even know what that is. I went up stares to put a sweater on as Dick went to get his car.

When we got there Dick told me to go sit at my booth as he ordered.

I just stared into space. Then the bell for the front of dinner went off. Someone with a black hood walked in he was going to pass my booth so I looked up at him he had a black eye. He glanced at me and gave a small smile then he looked as if guilt washed upon him. Then I looked at him closely as he stopped. He looked familiar. Then it hit me.

"Jason?"

He looked up at me then everything hit me from last night. Freaking Red Hood but Jason's alive and In front of me.

It took a while for me to get up and walk over to him. But I did. I walked over to him and gave him a hug he hesitated for one quick second then bone crushingly hugged me.

"H-how are you here?" I asked with tears

"I-I can't explain that." He said I didn't care I mean I did but not at that moment.

"I missed you y/n/n."

"I missed you to Jay".

Dang. He got fine I said on my head looking over Jason. I saw he was doing the same thing.

"I got lucky." We said at the same time we just giggled.

"Yall are wierd I'm leaving." Dick said getting up i gave Jay a kiss payed for our food and left.

I have my Jay bird back 😉

[transmandrake]

Well, went to see avatar 2 yesterday. Had a lot of thoughts on it, that I have almost certainly forgotten.

To sum up, if you liked the first one you'll like the second. It unfortunately and unsurprisingly has similar weakpoints/critiscisms to the first, but, I think plotwise its stronger than the first (which isn't hard to do lol) but simultaneously has bigger weak points (at least 2 aspects that... contribute nothing)

Full spoilers obviously, but uh. Theres not really any huge revelations here. Its the first one again with more layers and also less on account of parts already being done.

The good:

The creatures obviously. Not asss strong as the first but well water-based life has a lot more restrictions tbh. Theres a reason a lot of unrelated fish look the same. The setting felt less alien and I'll be real Subnautica has already, excuse the pun, blown the standard for ocean spec bio out of the water, and wellll look, if its true they made these films ages ago but couldnt release them, thats a shame, it would have felt more innovative in a pre-subnautica world.

The Na'vi felt a lot more fleshed out in this one, a good sense there's a lot more to them than. Uncomfortable Space Native American Metaphor. However a bad point ahead completely dries up a ton of, and a ton of future, development to them as Not Just Space Native American Metaphors. Siiiiigh.

I liked that we got to see, well, more Na'vi who werent avatars! People critiscise their designs for being too human but the sequel makes it WAY more clear that the avatars are essentially *half human* and that the actual Na'vi are considerably more alien looking. This take annoys me so much I am a Na'vi Design Defender this is my Hill to Die On except the feet. God i hate their people feet. And that they dont have the neck holeess whhhyyy???

Stronger plot! Yes it's essentially the same film again in terms of Moral or whatever but its less of a straight course. The beginning was very strong, though I honestly felt it was contrived the reason they leave at all. I think staying in the forest and developing it more would be a better idea plot and setting-wise but its fiiiine. Its been ages maybe moving on was a good choice long term.

The sorta side plots of the kids, the outcast whale, they were good! I liked them! It added a bit more than just Same Movie Again but Water.

The bad:

Its still Avatar. It still has, a lot of questionable choices. Why does the water chief guy have a cape made seemingly of feathers. Have you seen a single feathered animal in avatar. Why not. Dried fish fins. Sea plant fabric. Something that isnt Feathers. You and I know why its feathers. And its a shame. Same as the first movie, it burns inside me there probably were innovative original ideas that got scrapped in favor of making the Na'vi read as. Well. Space Native Americans and now Space.... Maori? Like, the tattoos. :///// C'mooon its a cool idea in concept (whale tattoos. Amazing.) but youre just... taking that.. its just. Siiiigh. I really do hope its true this is actually like, technically a ten year old movie. It doesnt of course *excuse* all that but if you had decades to make another and you didnt listen to a major critiscism of the first that is easily fixable? Unexcusable.

And uh hey why does Jake have dreads. Maybe I didnt notice this in the first in which, okay, that's established if still a Wierd Choice, but uhh. I dont remember any of the navi having dreads, or curls or whatever at all... Their hair is kept around their neural link whip thing... Why'd they. Do that. The new water people had some curls which was cool, I shouldve paid attention to notice if they still had the neural hair braid. Cuz i really hope they just have a tentacle sticking out of their head when the hair isn't there that'd be cool. But yeahh ummm. Giving the White Guy dreads. I'm more of a benefit-of-the-doubt giver you can maybe tell but uhhhhh. I can't really think of a plausible reason for that choice that makes it not look. Bad.

Oh I forgot, the bad point I mentioned. The film translates Na'vi.

*sssssssiiigggghhhh*

Whyyyyyyyyyyy

You made a whole languaaaageee

Theres so much culture you could have addeeeeeddd via the languaaaageee

There is the sea sign language which I hope was a conlang at least. But uugggghhh.

It's just crushing. The whole reason I make conlangs, this movie. And well it's not gonna happen anymore.

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Some of the plot points are useless. Why does the human kid exist. I thought he'd be a cool way to take the plot but uhhhh they do nothing with him! His only contribution was funny backtalk (which the other kids did better) and saving the Colonel. Which. Whhhyyy.

And the dreads again. Why? The colonel's a pasty white guy. Its already wierd for him to have a kid that wasnt mentioned or foreshadowed at all but. Huh???????? What. Why.

Speaking of, I really liked the Colonel as a villain in the first movie for his over the top villainy and generally likeable hateableness. I'd be fine with him being a returning villain... but hes just not as interesting and hes just. Boring this time. And well he's not dead so he's coming back again. Okay. I'd have preferred the exploitative whale hunter guys to have been the main villain here. They weren't developed much at all. Did they even get names???

In general the villains motivations were wierd. He just wants to kill Jake. What happened to unobtainium. The whale guys want the whales eternal life juice, cool. That goes nowhere really in favour of Kill Jake. Why aren't they colonising the forest now they know he's gone. I still don't see how him leaving was a good idea.

Conclusion:

In general I work on a basis of liking things as I know they Could Have Been rather than What They Are. Avatar is one of the best things ever from that point of view and I will defend that point of view, because I like being contrarian and well I want. More things like it to succeed.

But it's not that in reality. It's flawed, but in a way that is fundamentally... fixable. It's not like where I don't like something because at its core it cannot Get Better. But the Avatar in my head's real good.

Again, if the rest of it's creative production went how the music supposedly did... we were robbed.

Here's to a bunch more maybe? Hopefully of continuous improvements but uhh it's Avatar. I would be happy with more of the same which is prolly what its gonna be so yay for me and my low standards?