#Like some guy just wanted to talk about hunting techniques

[martini-with-a-lizzard]

I need an adaption of Gawain and the Green knight which is literally just him sitting at the lord's table and having to listen in detail as the lord describes his hunts. Everything else in the story should be a footnote by comparison - it needs to become a really long and elaborate retelling of the lord's hunts and the twist at the end? The green Knights challenge was just him finding an excuse to get somebody captive for long enough to tell his goofy little hunting stories.

"Realistic take on arthurian legend" uhhhh no thank you. I would like my arthurian legend to be full of whimsy and unserious gags. Stop giving us that zero lighting game of thrones-esque gritty nonsense and give us more arthurian legend in all their extravagant colours and silly quests!!!

[silkscream]

CHAPTER 11: POISON ROOT

ੈ✩ gojo satoru x reader, geto suguru x reader

It disgusted you a little bit, needing them like a fiending addict. Living with yourself and yourself alone was starting to get old, though you aren’t sure how much left of you feels whole. You were always fruit split in between a blade, all the gory parts splayed out by the hand of someone greater than you.

ੈ✩ chapter cw/tags: explicit content (18+ mdni) , unprotected sex, drunk sex, threesome, oral sex, cumplay, phone sex, mentions of depression, angst, descriptions of mild gore

ੈ✩ wc: 7k

ੈ✩ a/n: here's a nice and fat chapter for you before we enter The Dark Ages <3

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“Sorry, what?”

Yaga scowls at you and you’re unfazed. Mostly, you’re exasperated.

“I’ve repeated myself twice already,” he says calmly. More so brusquely, but you didn’t care enough to gauge his reaction. You’re too busy processing his words.

“I—I know, I’m sorry,” you mutter. “But why me? Shoko’s technique is way stronger than mine.”

“Shoko’s technique is not your technique. And unlike her, you actually engage in combat.”

“Because the boys forced me—”

He brings a hand to your shoulder in an attempt for reassurance. You freeze.

“Your technique is remarkable. Stronger than you think,” Yaga sighs, almost in resignation. He doesn’t seem particularly enthused about what he’s proposing to you, but you consider that you’d probably worn him down over the past half hour.

He rolls his eyes at the look on your face. Mouth parted like an animal struck with fear. 

“But—”

“There hasn’t been anyone with a technique like yours in over ten years. I remember it. I had a family friend as a teacher here first—she talked about a boy that could regenerate cells. Practiced on plants and small animals as a child until he was able to resurrect bigger ones at your age.”

“That boy isn’t me,” you protest, your brows furrowing.

“He isn’t,” Yaga snaps back. “He died, and his death could’ve been prevented. This is why I want you to do this. I want you to be strong enough so that the same thing doesn’t happen to you.”

You swallow and look down, pretending to be interested in your thumbs. Your hands are delicate compared to anyone else’s. You had always admired people who could make something out of nothing, people who sculpted, crafted. Sometimes, you often wonder if what you do could be considered the same.

You haven’t told anyone, but it’s easy to destroy things with your hands. Much easier than it is to build anything up, to heal. 

You’d tried it during long walks through the forest. On your way back from solo missions, you’d take routes that were less traveled, needing to clear your head. Once or twice, you remember finding animals that were victims of hunting. Broken limbs, bleeding out too much for you to save. You’d practice the darker parts of your technique, letting quick rot take away their misery.

“For how long?”

“Just two months. July and August.”

You take a deep breath. You could be alone in Kyoto for two months. The boys would survive. At least, you think Suguru would.

When you tell Satoru the next day, it’s a disaster.

“You’re what?”

“Satoru,” you warn, crossing your arms. 

Dealing with him is arduous. You knew he would react this way. He looks at you with irritation, nipping at your bare thigh just to see you pout. You were in the middle of reading when he had barged in, craving the scent of your moisturizer on your inner thighs. Needed the whipped softness of your flesh squeezed in between his hands after some heated sparring with Suguru.

“You can’t.”

“That’s not your decision—”

“You can’t. What did that old man say? Some other guy had your technique and died?”

“I’m not going to die!” you huff, rolling your eyes. 

Satoru frowns, his blue eyes glowing. He was free of missions for the past week, treating you to dates whenever he could. It seems that you’ve ruined his bliss. That ugly thought in his head festered in his mind again — the need to possess you. Trap you in a glass cage to stay alive forever like you were his enchanted rose.

“Like hell you won’t,” he mutters. “Which is why you’re staying.”

“I want to get stronger, Satoru.”

“You didn’t even want to be a sorcerer in the first place! And now you’re desperate to train with your little cell regeneration? Are you gonna dabble in necromancy?”

You frown at his condescending tone. He isn’t taking you seriously. He never does. Satoru has always had his way of belittling others, but he’d sworn to never do that to you given your history. You take a deep breath.

“It’s just… an independent study, alright? This could help me in the future. I could go to medical school with Shoko or something, you know? If you’re so scared of me dying because of combat, then I could just focus on the regeneration part and—”

“And what about the other part? How you make things rot and disintegrate?” he asks you incredulously, nearly snarling.

“That’s another thing I can learn to control.”

“But–”

“I didn’t have private lessons like you! I’m not a prodigy like you. Can I just have this one thing?” you plead with exhaustion. You can see the way his eyes flicker with a quiet rage, his mouth turned down into a pout. Petulant even at his big age.

Satoru sighs heavily. He nuzzles his face into your hand, kissing the heartline. You almost feel proud of yourself for not giving into him before the conversation began. He’d come into your room wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves messily cut off, exposing the hard lines of his stomach. Just a gaze had ripped away your autonomy, brain dumb at the sight of him. 

You wanted to lick him clean before he opened his damn mouth.

“I won’t tell you what to do,” he says in defeat.

“Thanks.”

You sit with him for a while, staring at the ceiling, hair strewn around your pillow. Silence fills the air save for the sound of his breathing. Eventually, he curls into you, nose into your bare shoulder as he mumbles unintelligible things. His mouth in the shape of I’ll miss you.

“I know,” you murmur. “I will, too.”

Suguru copes by getting buzzed in the daytime. He liked the hope on your face, how the light hit your eyes in a certain way. It meant something more. He knew that you were worth more.

Lately, Suguru feels like less.

Not particularly less than anyone else, though he knows that he’s certainly less than Satoru just by default. He remembers the mission all too clearly—it’s the only thing that haunts his nightmares. The blankness on Satoru’s face, his willingness to kill a group of people just for the sake of it.

He thought he’d lost Satoru forever, that he’d fucked up the mission by letting a bullet go through Riko’s head. But then, of course, Satoru survived. Of course Satoru found a way to bring himself back to life. Everything should be fine, because Satoru came out alive, and so did he. So did you.

It didn’t feel like enough. The taste of curses started to get worse, if that was even possible. Suguru has been starting to believe that he didn’t deserve anything palatable. That the universe was working against him maybe, because his depressive spirals last longer now.

And you’re fucking leaving.

He knows he can have you whenever he wants, but he likes to lick the taste of you out of Satoru’s mouth. 

He bites Satoru’s lip and it makes the boy yelp.

“What the hell was that for?” Satoru pouts. Suguru only grins wolfishly. 

“Thought you wanted me to make you feel better. You don’t like it rough?”

“Of course I like it rough,” Satoru grunts. “But you know I hate teeth.”

“On your dick.”

Satoru pauses, rolling his eyes, then sinks his teeth into Suguru’s neck instead. 

“You smell like a dive bar. It’s fucking 3 pm.”

“Day off, bitch,” Suguru mutters.

Satoru pushes Suguru against the mattress and spoons him, rutting against his ass. It’s always a little violent with them. You used to joke about it—something about dogs and masculinity. Satoru kept wanting to fuck like it was a cage match. Bull-headed, annoying. For Suguru, intimacy always felt like a car crash no matter who it was with.

“You’re not fucking my ass,” Suguru mumbles.

Satoru whines childishly, of course.

“Ran out of lube.”

“Spit?” Satoru begs, his eyes comically large.

“Fuck you, dude,” Suguru scoffs.

“I’m trying!”

Suguru turns to fall onto the bed facing Satoru, then shoves his head downward. He feels numb despite his throbbing cock. He knows Satoru’s mouth is probably watering for him.

“C’mon,” Suguru slurs, unzipping his shorts. “You need to work on giving head.”

“Hey!”

“Not my fault she does it better than you.”

Satoru huffs but leans over the end of the bed anyway, his limbs too long to crouch on the bed. He spits on Suguru’s cock and pumps agonizingly slowly, coaxing out guttural sounds vibrating out of the boy’s throat.

For once, Suguru feels a little powerful when the Jujutsu world’s boy-god chokes over his dick. He looks down and pushes his head down, reveling in the sound of him gagging, throat slack. Not as good as you, but getting better. The drool makes him look pretty. It matched the glazed look in Satoru’s eyes.

Suguru nearly finishes right then and there, the barbed wire inside of his body starting to untangle until there’s a knock on his door. Of course you knock—the polite girl you are.

“S’unlocked,” he calls after you. Satoru makes a noise. Something in between a moan and a sound of protest.

Suguru likes your wide eyes. You’re out of your school uniform, dressed in a white number with embroidered flowers at the hem that hits halfway above your knees.

“Oh… I—”

“C’mere, baby,” Suguru rasps, his hand reaching out for you. He’s so close, threading his fingers through Satoru’s hair before pulling at his snowy mop.

Satoru coughs, his throat raw. It makes Suguru laugh. You watch like you’re outside of your own body, eyes wide. It was easy for them to get you under a spell. 

It doesn’t take long for their hands to grope you, have your dress pooling at your waist so that your bare ass is on display. Heathens. Being with them was always like throwing yourself to the wolves.

“So wet,” Suguru groans, circling a finger in the heat hiding behind your underwear. “Wanted a proper send-off, angel? Gonna miss us all the way in Kyoto, aren’t you?”

You can’t respond when your head is already so dizzy with Satoru’s teeth on your collarbone.

“Don’t talk about that, I’ll lose my boner,” Satoru huffs. 

“What a baby.”

“Stop arguing,” you roll your eyes. 

Suguru decides to be selfish, his dick already out and pulsing from the tease of Satoru’s tongue. He slides it along your folds, wetness pooling right underneath him. It makes him groan, his insides white-hot. He’d been craving this since he’d woken up this morning. The heat was making his moodiness deliquesce into desperation burning like acid in his stomach. He needed you and Satoru like a bullet begging to be lodged, piercing out of a bannister.

“Not fair,” Satoru grumbles, his knees bent as he gropes you. Rutting against the mattress pathetically as he whines, his desperation puppy-like. 

His mouth is salty, leftover from Suguru’s precum. His hair smelled like Suguru’s too—he must’ve been copying his hair routine for the hell of it. It was enough to keep him close without asking to sew himself into the boy’s skin. 

Suguru looks down at you and your blissed-out face, vulnerable before he’s even entered you. Your mouth is wet from Satoru’s kisses, spit drooling out of the corner of your pink mouth. Suguru smears it around and already imagines himself pulling out of you to finish there instead, just to see it on your lips. He’d like to see you cry again one last time.

You hum when you’re filled with him. Stuttering hips hitting slack thighs. Soft despite the violence inside him, the little voice in his head taunting him to wreck you. 

He likes you like this, first. Daisy-soft, his fingers in your mouth until you gag. Yelping in time with Satoru’s stupid whines. 

“Twigs,” Satoru breathes, his hot breath fanning your jaw. “Can I put it in your ass?”

You groan, shaking your head as Suguru howls with laughter. 

July, 2010

Gakuganji has you on a leash. It hasn’t even been a week and you’ve already gone on two missions, each that ended with you covered in blood, but luckily unscathed. Satoru would have a fit if he knew. The ghost of him hovers on your shoulder at your weakest moments — taunting you, challenging you. You know he wouldn’t be as cruel if he was with you physically, but your psyche conjures him in a way that feels like punishment. 

You can’t escape him, either. He’s needier than you expect — visiting you during off times during your weekends, treating them like serendipitous encounters. You don’t believe him, and you shouldn’t. 

(He warps to you when he gets in fights with Suguru. When he gets too horny to find someone at a bar, because if it’s not Suguru, it’s you. But he could never tell you that.)

You like to keep yourself busy in Kyoto. Whether it’s immersing yourself in your studies or practicing your technique, you can occupy yourself easily, even if you’re bombarded by images of veiny hands, long black hair, pink mouths. Blue eyes that are too bright, even in your dreams. 

You spend most of your time by yourself, anyway. It’s what you need. If not that, then you’re at the local bars with Utahime-senpai, who transferred to Kyoto months before. 

“Are you their little plaything?” she teases. You’re loosened up after a few beers, all on her tab, but the mention of the boys sobers you up immediately. You scowl.

“What?” She holds her hands up in surrender. “Everybody knows… Shoko kind of already told me.”

“Of course she did,” you snort.

“I’m just saying, you should be careful. They’re insatiable. And never in their right mind. I could advocate for Geto-kun, but I’m sure Gojo’s already corrupted him.”

Corrupted. It’s a funny notion. You wonder if you’ve been corrupted by both of them. Satoru as your first didn’t bother you. To have Suguru as your second only complicated things. You haven’t known anything else but them. You aren’t sure if this should concern you until Utahime talks about it.

“They’re kind of the same in that way,” you mumble.

“Are they both your boyfriends?” Utahime giggles.

“N-No…”

“So it’s not serious? I know I’m not much older than you, but I still went through a few flings. You shouldn’t let them keep you on a chain.”

“They’re not–”

“Are you sure?” she laughs. “You’ve been checking your phone every five minutes. It’s like they brainwashed you.”

“Hime,” you frown.

“I’m just saying,” she shrugs. “There are lots of men around here staring at you.”

“No, there aren’t.”

“Someone is staring at you right now. Behind you. Blonde. Tacky if he wasn’t like, a little hot like he is.”

“Shut up.”

She gives you a pointed look that causes you to look over your shoulder. Lo and behold, there is a man of that description making glances at you with a cocky smirk. It reminds you of the way Satoru looks at you. It makes your stomach flip.

“See?”

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you mumble.

You move past the crowd to the single stall, plastered in posters from vintage porn magazines and graffiti. Your phone’s about to die, but the group chat with you and the boys has unread messages. It’s mostly Satoru complaining, arguing with Suguru about things that you couldn’t care less about. There are separate messages from them, too. Satoru’s suggestive selfies and Suguru’s words of affirmation. You scoff at the difference between them.

When you return, Utahime grins at you like she’s plotting.

“What did you do?” you narrow your eyes.

“He came over here! I knew it. He was interested in you,” she beams.

“What?”

“Relax. He’s a sorcerer. And I gave him your number.”

“Hime!” You shove her arm lightly, groaning when she laughs.

“You need to get laid by someone who isn’t an idiot.”

You roll your eyes. The many beers are making your head swim too much for you to actually be angry. If anything, your cheeks feel warm at the prospect of someone else being interested in you. It’s not something you’ve experienced in your youth, or now for that matter, since Satoru had sunken his teeth in you so quickly.

Images of him talking to other girls at parties flash in your mind, making you grimace. Maybe Utahime was doing you a favor.

The bachelor in question is nowhere to be found. You curse yourself for not getting a good look at him. A pit forms in your stomach at the idea of him texting you – a handsome stranger who watched you babble drunkenly to Utahime. It occurred to you that you hadn’t even considered yourself something desirable in a context that wasn’t bound to Satoru or Suguru.

On the walk home, the thought consumes you. You aren’t sure if you even know yourself without them. During most of your life, you’ve only known obedience. Intimacy with Satoru was no different, you realize. You were wrapped around his finger since you were children – it didn’t matter that you were apart for years. It would always be him.

You aren’t sure if this bothers you or not. You try to push the thought away, shaking your head slightly as if daydreams of him would fall out of your head. It doesn’t work, not really. You’re drunk. Naturally, you think of his pink mouth. The veins on his hands.

You unlock the door of your room. When you enter, darkness envelops you, which you’re used to, if not for the bright blue eyes that stare back at you. 

“Jesus!” you mutter, cursing to yourself once you can get the nearest lamp on. 

“What? Not happy to see me?” he slurs, flashing you a sloppy smile. 

“Can you at least give me a heads-up before you show up randomly?”

“That ruins the surprise, baby,” he purrs, walking over to you to set his hands on your hips.   Trapping you gently. 

“You’re drunk.”

“Hm?”

“You’re. Drunk. Why are you here?” 

“Had a mission nearby. Then I went to a bar to relax. And then, I thought, warping to Tokyo would take too much for a drunk. Why not stay here?”

“I’m not a motel.”

“C’mon, baby,” he pouts. “You’re not gonna kick me out, are you?”

You scoff, moving past him to sit on your bed and take off your shoes.

Satoru chuckles, taking a seat right next to you, thigh touching yours. “You’re drunk, too. I can smell it.”

“I haven’t even been here for a full month and this is like, the third time you’ve surprised me. What’s going on with you?”

“What? Can’t miss my lover?”

He says lover like it’s an inside joke. He never says girlfriend. Never partner.

“You’re so needy.”

“You like me that way,” Satoru says, his voice velvety. He’s not in his uniform, but a light blue button-down and slacks. You wonder if he’s planned this or if he dressed up for someone else, running to you as the safest option because you’re always there. Always willing.

You’d been ready to sink into your shitty mattress and dream of him. You hadn’t been anticipating the real thing in front of you. It was stupid, how he took your breath away, as if he was still something new to you. As if he hadn’t been in the back of your mind since you were a little kid, always.

“I’m tired, Satoru,” you sigh.

“You sure?” he grins. “You smell like beer. Still trying to have some fun tonight?”

You narrow your eyes at him and he laughs. He comes closer, pinching the meat of your thigh right under the hem of your skirt, chuckling when you swat his hand away.

“So short. Who’s this for, huh?” he taunts.

You swallow back an insult the moment you look down at the way his large hands play with a loose thread of your skirt. How large they are compared to your thigh, the calloused tips of his fingers running circles in your skin.

“No one,” you breathe.

“You cheating on me, Twigs?”

“Yeah, with Utahime,” you roll your eyes.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that. Sounds hot, to be honest.”

Your cursed energy flares. You hate when he belittles you, but you could never do anything about it. You could only fall into his trap, giving into him the way he knows you will. You don’t even notice that he’s caged you within his arms, his hands settling on your hips as his body backs you into your bed. The back of your knees hit the mattress.

His breath smells sweet. It usually does, but it’s something sour this time. Something citrusy, along with the smell of something much too alcoholic. One of those whiskey sours, you guessed. You don’t realize how drunk he is until you look him in the eyes, his blue irises unfocused despite the desperation in his gaze.

“Of course not,” he grins, leaning in to inhale your scent. “You’d never. My sweet girl. My best girl, right?”

“You say that like I’m one of many,” you scoff.

“Are you jealous?” he rumbles, laughing. “As if there’s any other girl I like as much as you…”

He says girl and you think of Suguru. An exception, just barely. You realize how much you miss him, too.

Your eyes flutter closed as Satoru backs you into your bed, teeth grazing your earlobe. You aren’t sure if it’s him or the drunkenness of your brain. You don’t even notice his fingers massaging your thighs, trailing up to hook your underwear to the side to tease your dripping core. It’s his teasing laughter that snaps you awake.

“So wet… did you know I was coming, baby? Or were you expecting someone else?”

You don’t answer. Your breath hitches at the contact of his eager fingers prodding you, pushing upwards into your pulsating cunt before you can protest. The wounded noise you make only spurs him on further.

“You went to a bar, right? Were you thinking about me when you were there? Got yourself all wound up?”

You don’t reply. He’s too busy pushing his fingers to the very edge, stimulating the spot that makes your knees buckle before you can even form a thought.

You gasp, your mouth parting. Slack-jawed, eyes rolling back as you get closer to the edge before he’s even inside you. It could be pathetic if you cared, but Satoru always made everything around you melt, like you weren’t in your own mind anymore. You accepted being a body that belonged to him, nothing more.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he breathes, his lips tickling your jaw. “You’re so quiet.”

“Satoru,” you sigh. His other hand rubs the small of your back, touching the bare skin underneath your thin shirt.

He digs his fingers in further, knuckle-deep until he hears you make a pained noise. He grins at your broken moan like he’d just won a prize. He doesn’t stop, either — he wanted to hear more of those sounds out of your mouth. It was proof that you were still his, wrapped around his finger. 

You try to catch your breath as you lay back on your bed, his strong arms hoisting you up to the wall. You hiss at the feeling of his teeth on your thighs, biting desperately. Satoru was already sweating despite only coaxing bliss from you once. 

He claws at you, pulling at the buttons of your blouse and tugging your skirt down until you’re left bare for him. He groans at the sight of your silky skin, the way your chest heaves in anticipation. Everything about you is ripe, ready to break underneath his hands.

He’s less vocal this time when he takes you, pushing into you before you can say anything. He doesn’t realize how drunk he is until he does this, considering every sense of his was numb until he entered you, igniting his synapses on fire. 

You whimper from the abruptness, aching between your legs. You think that you would’ve bled if you weren’t so in love with him, but you knew better. Anything from him made your entire body warm and pliant, wet beyond your comprehension. You hated it, sometimes.

But you couldn’t hate anything about it now. You were doused in bliss.

“My girl,” he slurs. “So fucking perfect. Say it.”

You mutter nonsense under your breath.

He bends you in half, your calves resting on his broad shoulders. He chuckles at your pathetic whines.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Fuck — I – I’m your girl,” you sob.

“My perfect girl,” he mutters, correcting you. He groans when he looks down at you, his hips stuttering. His thrusts are harder than usual on purpose — he’d rather die than tell you that he’d only warped to you because he was having a panic attack in his room alone. 

He thought he could get his mind off of you, off of Suguru, who he’d assumed was angry with him all day. There were only dry texts from the both of you. No woman at the bar could compete, even if he managed to get a decent handjob in the bathroom. He could only think of you. 

Satoru knew you’d hate him for it. He was disgusted with himself. He feels it now, aching inside the cavern of his chest when you moan his name, knowing he doesn’t deserve a praising word out of your mouth.

He whines, on the verge of tears as he rides out his orgasm in your cunt. 

“Shit,” he hisses into the skin of your neck.

You can barely reply before he kisses down your stomach, licking himself out of you with his nails digging into your thighs.

“Satoru, what are you—oh, fuck—”

“Cum for me,” he slurs, lapping at your clit as he pushes his fingers into you. He pauses, mesmerized at the way his cum drips out of you, only for his fingers to push it back into the hilt, up to his knuckles.

You sob in protest, your thighs shaking as he plays with you. He doesn’t stop for a second. It’s almost as if he doesn’t realize you’re there, his heavy-lidded gaze fixed on the way your pussy swallows his fingers.

“S’too much,” you whine, grasping his wrist tightly.

“Fuckin’ love you,” he murmurs under his breath. You don’t hear him. Your body convulses as he continues to play you like an instrument. He only stops when he looks up to see tears pricking your eyes.

“S-Satoru…”

“Fuck,” he mutters. He finally retracts, licking his fingers as he looks at you intensely. “Mine… you’re all mine.”

The glassy look in his eyes is from the alcohol, you assume, but there’s something tantalizingly too real about the expression on his face. Raw with something he only buries inside his gut. He snaps out of it like it’s not something you’re supposed to see. 

He grunts when he lays his head on your lap, his fingers digging into your skin possessively as you tremble. You prop your head up on your pillow, trying to catch your breath as you stroke his hair.

“Why’d you get so drunk?” you ask quietly. “Were you alone?”

“Of course I was,” he scoffs, almost defensive. But he smells a sweetness on his skin that isn’t from you, and he knows you’ve already picked up on it. 

“You could’ve texted or called me instead of breaking into my dorm.”

“You just hate fun,” Satoru mumbles. 

Despite his attitude, he rubs his cheek against your thigh like he’s a pet. He thinks about taking you again, just to shut you up — enough to have both of you sweating, the musk of your sex drowning out any remnants from the bitch that Satoru had tried to use hours before.

Nothing could replace you and he had to live with that. 

He nips at your thigh, his mouth getting dangerously close to your core. You whine as you pull him back by his scalp, like the scruff of a dog. Satoru is always insatiable when he’s drunk, which is saying something considering what he’s like sober. His cravings for you are always intense. When he’s not in his right mind, you’re more considered prey than a craving.

You don’t have the energy to respond to him. His warmth satiates you for now as he locks his arms around your bare waist. The light breathing fanning your stomach calms you.

When you wake up, he’s nowhere to be found, but there’s a small floral arrangement on your desk. White orchids and blue hyacinths.

August, 2010 

You hate bringing anything back to life as much as you hate desecration.

It’s unnatural — though you know that nothing about the Jujutsu world is natural. Everything to you is a myth you have to deal with. After knowing Satoru for so long and seeing what nasty curses humanity could birth, you shouldn’t be stunted.

It makes you feel a bit ill when you realize how much power your hands wield. As ordinary as you’ve always been, these days you often wish that you were the true epitome of it. Only human, unable to see the horrors of the world. Left in the dark when it came to sorcery. Perhaps you aren’t cut out for this, despite how much you tried to convince Satoru you were.

His voice echoes in your mind. His pleading. The ways he wanted to protect you. He’d belittled your technique for a reason, maybe. You aren’t sure you’re cut out for this shit.

Necromancy is only exciting the first couple of times. After that, it’s the reanimation of body parts that freaks you out. It doesn’t matter that it’s the revival of small birds and rodents on a lab table. You feel like you’re playing God and not even doing a decent job of it.

It catches up to you in your dreams. The image of you getting held down, leaving you to resort to your technique. Rotting flesh. Even in your unconscious, the smell is somehow striking, as if you’re really there. Other times, you find horror in the reanimation of corpses under your hand. Split limbs coming together. Limbs that belong to people you love.

Tonight, you’re shaken by the image of Suguru mauled beyond belief. Sacrilegious violence that makes your stomach turn. 

When you wake up in a sweat, gasping, the alarm clock on your bedside table reads 1:12 am. You dial his number before you can even come to your senses.

“Twigs.”

“I told you not to call me that.”

You hear Suguru chuckle, deep and sweet like teeth sunken into cake. You’re filled with warmth almost immediately. 

“What’s up? Isn’t it past your bedtime?” he breathes.

“Had a nightmare,” you mumble.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No,” you sigh. 

“Fine. What are you thinking about, then?”

“You,” you mumble.

There’s silence on the other end. Despite this, you can still hear his grin. You can see his little smirk perfectly in your head. 

“Yeah?” his voice lowers. “What about me?”

“Y-your hands,” you mumble. “You make me feel safe.”

“Is that right?”

You make a small noise that shows your agreement, but it’s noncommittal. You hum at the thought of him. You’re sleep-dazed, partially wishing for this moment that he was more like Satoru. Able to talk your ear off without any effort from your end.

Suguru had always known you differently. He had you memorized as much as Satoru did, but uniquely, given the similarities between your personalities. He knew how you worked and he never held it against you.

Satoru would probably try to pry it out of you. Suguru would already know.

And at this moment, he knows. It’d be infuriating if you didn’t see it coming.

“You’re upset,” Suguru says.

“No.”

“You are. Or you’re pent up, which is also like being upset. Need some catharsis?”

“Maybe,” you mumble.

“Tell me what’s wrong, then. Or tell me about your nightmare.”

“No.”

He laughs. 

“Stubborn as always,” he purrs.

“I just wanted to hear your voice,” you whisper.

“You want to hear me be mean to you. You like not being in control. That’s what makes you feel safe, isn’t it, princess?”

“Shut up.”

“C’mon, baby,” he laughs. “Give me something to work with.”

Your eyes nearly glaze over as you watch the flickering lights outside of your dorm. A broken street lamp flashes on and off, shadowing your room in darkness only to illuminate seconds later, back and forth. Unpredictably so. You aren’t sure what else you should look at while you’re still so drunk on Suguru’s voice. You think maybe you’d handle this phone call better if you were far from sober.

“I fucked someone else yesterday.”

The line goes silent. Your heartbeat picks up.

After almost an eternity, you hear Suguru’s voice again. It’s soft, almost cooing. It feels awfully dangerous despite this.

“Yeah? Who?”

You swallow thickly. 

“This guy who got my number last month. Like, I didn’t give it to him — Utahime did,” you ramble. “But then we started texting and stuff and he’s… funny. He, uh, came over yesterday.”

“Did you like it?”

You imagine your throat closes up. Part of you wishes it would, that you’d just pass out immediately for no reason just so you didn’t have to have this conversation. You curse yourself for even bringing it up.

“Y-Yes.”

“You don’t sound so sure about that,” he chuckles.

“I am…”

“You don’t have to be so scared, baby. I know that Satoru took away your virginity, but he’s not some kind of god watching over you.”

“I know,” you huff.

“But you feel guilty, don’t you? Like you’re betraying him?” he teases.

You open your mouth to say something, then close it. You notice how he talks about Satoru and not himself.

“Do you care?”

“I know how you feel about me.” His answer is simple. Blunt. It almost sounds sarcastic, but Suguru often talks like he’s cock-sure about everything. Even if he isn’t, he’s always held a certain confidence that was different from what Satoru exuded. 

Satoru was a bad liar, to you, at least.

“Tell me about your boy. What’s his name?”

“He’s not–” you gruff. “Naoya. His name is Naoya.”

“That Zenin brat?”

“Huh?”

“He’s in the Zenin clan. A right bastard, I’ve heard.”

“He seems fine,” you mumble.

“Someone’s defensive,” he teases.

You pause, staring at the darkness of your ceiling. You fix your shorts, your fingers grazing the wetness of your core. You didn’t even realize you were aroused.

“I should go back to sleep,” you whisper.

“I thought you couldn’t. That’s why you called me, right? You need some help?”

“I don’t need help,” you scoff. “I just… I had a nightmare and wanted to talk to you.”

Suguru smiles. He knows you can’t see it, but he’s beaming in the darkness of his room. He’d been restless for the past few days after some disagreements with Satoru. He tried to blame the heat on physical altercations — the sun burning down to rev up the irritation in their shared systems like they were still boys. Always wanting to pin each other to the ground.

They didn’t have you to mediate, so they’d come out of arguments with bruises. Marks from skin tugged too harshly. The ghost of teeth biting down on flesh. 

“I wish you were here, babygirl,” he sighs, his tone desperate. You almost cringe at it — you always assume he’s playing with you.

“Yeah?” you snort.

“Mhm. It’s funny. You didn’t even wake me up when you called. I was already awake, thinking of you.”

“Were you, now?”

“Mhm,” Suguru hums.  “I just kept thinking about your thighs. How small your leg is compared to my hand.”

Your breath hitches and he almost laughs when he hears it.

“Can you do something for me, baby?” he asks. “Want you to touch yourself. Tell me how wet you are.”

You gulp. Your fingers prod at the hem of your athletic shorts, the nylon riding up as you squirm in your bed. Your index and middle fingers prod at the center of your core experimentally. You’re fucking dripping and it makes your breath hitch.

Suguru calls your name.

“I”m…” you stammer. “I’m wet. Why?”

“Poor thing. Maybe that’s why you can’t sleep, no?”

“I-I’m fine… I just—”

“You should play with your clit. Since I can’t be there to do it for you,” he breathes.

“What?”

“C’mon, sweetheart. I can tell my favorite girl just needs to relax. That’s why you called me, right?”

You whimper. It was maybe half-true. Suguru had stopped answering his texts as frequently as he usually did, and you missed the sound of his voice. The odd ache in your chest wasn’t something that you felt like exposing to anyone else, not even Satoru.

The silk of Suguru’s voice brings you back. You wanted to breathe him in, but he hadn’t visited like he said he would. Didn’t have the warping feature that Satoru had, which to this day, still startled you whenever it happened. Ocean eyes whipping your senses from thin air, like a lightning strike. 

Despite your recent gripes about him, you needed the both of them like you needed air. At least to make it all more bearable. It disgusted you a little bit, needing them like a finding addict. Living with yourself and yourself alone was starting to get old, though you aren’t sure how much left of you feels whole. You were always fruit split in between a blade, all the gory parts splayed out by the hand of someone greater than you.

You needed Suguru’s musk, his hair in between your fingers as he rocked into you. Your hands were too small compared to his. 

He has you panting, sweating through Kyoto’s mugginess. The dorms were in even worse shape here than on the main Tokyo campus, probably why Gakuganji was such a vapid old man. Everything was too hot and falling off the bone.

“I feel like I’m hallucinating. It’s like I can smell you through the phone,” Suguru murmurs, his voice like a mirage. You’d laugh if you weren’t so deep in your cunt, fingers pruning and pushed to the knuckles. 

Suguru knew you would do anything for him, so he made you torture yourself because he wasn’t there to do it himself.

Your groans are muffled from you smothering your face in the sheets, knees pressing down and ass up. Willing to humiliate yourself without him even being there.

“Don’t tell me you’re giving up already,” he chides.

“I’m not,” you whine.

“How many times have you cum?”

“None.”

He laughs. “What are you thinking about?”

“You know what.” 

You’re close to tears by the time he lets you cum. The sound of his voice hitting you deep in your core, insides permeated with the thought of him. Sweeter than smoked sugar.

It was the sound of his grunt that tipped you over, imagining him with black strands sticking to his high cheekbones with sweat. The apples of his face candy-pink. Where Satoru looked cherubic, Suguru looked like a girl’s first wet dream. 

“Were you touching yourself?” you pant, coming down from your high. You don’t bother putting on your underwear again.

“Obviously,” he groans. The vibrations of his voice made the speaker blow off-kilter like the audio of a shitty VHS. “Came all over myself.”

You could fall asleep to the sound of his static hums. The chaos in your gut is settled by the time your alarm clock strikes devil’s hour.

“How are things?” you ask sleepily.

“With me?” Suguru asks. “Fine. Same as always.”

“You sound tired.”

“It’s three in the morning, sweetheart,” he chuckles dryly.

“Mm. My phone bill’s gonna be so high.”

“Get Satoru to pay for it.”

The bastard probably would, if you asked.

You don’t get much out of Suguru for the remainder you’re awake. His answers are deflective and clipped. He hangs up by the time he hears you breathing, knowing you’ve fallen asleep.

He sighs in his room, rummaging for his pills. If nightmares didn’t keep him up, then the sheer unwillingness of his brain’s tranquility was often enough for him to run a graveyard shift. Stumbling in the dark, half-dead. He’d gotten productive in finishing the video games he’d started with Satoru by himself. Not much else.

His throat feels dry. He couldn’t differentiate the tastes of anything anymore. It all tasted like curses.

You keep having dreams about Suguru.

Tonight, there’s two of him.

One is the image you’re used to – hair swept up in a bun. Broad chest in his Jujutsu Tech uniform. Eyes crinkling into half moons.

The other seems to be an alter ego. A cursed version, one with eyes to kill and blood on his hands. Hands that are trying to tear you apart.

When you grip his wrist, you can see the imprint of your hand on his skin. Flesh falling away, much too easily. The air around you splinters like you’re in a glitched matrix. The Suguru you know and love falters beside you, his skin suddenly sallow. Pale as bile.

When you scream, nothing comes out.

Pseudo-Suguru smiles as your Suguru fades away into ash. You stare into his cat-like gaze, the familiar of his mouth. 

“Come with me,” he says. 

It’s the last thing you hear before your body wakes you up in a sweat. You gasp as you jolt awake, fingers curling your damp bedsheets. You’re further startled by the crack of thunder as a torrential downpour occurs without warning — unusual for late August, considering the rainy season had died down weeks prior. 

You sit up and reach for your phone almost automatically, your hands shaking as you go through your contacts. Your fingers hover over two names as you swallow thickly.

A few beeps follow the push of the call button.

“We’re sorry. The number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service.”

[sinimake]

Now, it's Johnny specific headcanons! Read Kenshi's here

Took a gap year to earn his college funds, but when he got accepted into a film school, his family wanted him to sign up for the army. So one morning, he just went out, took an interstate bus, and started living on his own.

He worked many menial works here and there, barely surviving, so he started to enter underground cage fights in the night for quick bucks. The first time he got in the ring and the announcer asked for his name, he chose Johnny Cage on a whim.

His college years were wild. Almost always drunk every night bc he's landed a job as a bartender in a local bar. Alcohol is conveniently within arms reach and is an effective painkiller to the punches he took in the ring fights. That's when his addiction started.

He got his Johnny tattoo when he was shit faced and sad. He desperately wanted to shed Johnathan Carlton name off himself, so he marched into a tattoo parlor to have a permanent reminder on his chest. People think he's narcissistic to have his name tattooed so big on his body, Johnny never corrects the meaning of it bc it is better to be seen as an asshole than weak.

One really good perk of his bartender job was talking to the patrons and hearing their life stories. It really helped Johnny's acting career in the long run, where he understands his roles deeply and delivers the portrayals from heart.

He got a golden raspberry award for his The Flesh Pits movie. Threw the tropy out of the window once in anger but now he displays it along with his other achievement awards as a reminder.

He's an ambassador of many luxury brands.

He's very timely organized person where he plans his days down to every hour. Hates when there's a sudden change in his timetable.

When Johnny and Kenshi have a movie night, not only does he narrate what's happening in the scene, but he nerds out on what exact techniques of shots and lighting are used.

A big car enthusiast. Gives his cars the names that are in Mambo No. 5 by Lou Bega. (A little bit of Monica in my life—)

Snores in his sleep, specially when he's really exhausted.

His music taste is mainly girly pop, but sometimes he belts out on old school rock songs.

Loves improv acting. Sometimes, he drops in at random improv club nights to participate in one or two sets. It is always fun to see the crowd going "is that Johnny Cage? THE Johnny Cage?" whenever he goes on the stage.

A serial double texter. Will send you random ass pictures with no context or whatever. It is especially funny bc Kenshi can't see the pics, and the voice-over feature of his phone gives him the most obscure descriptions that have the man facepalming every time.

Is a big coffee guy but always gotta have them with milk and sugar bc he can't handle bitter taste of americano.

Has love and hate relationship with paparazzi cameramen. When he's out with the earthrealm defenders, his friends sometimes get the feeling of being followed. They say the concern to Johnny, thinking some outworld danger is hunting them or something just for the actor go "no worries that's just my regular paparazzi, Jeff. HI JEFF!! HOW YOU BEEN DOING TODAY?" "I'm fine! How about you, Johnny?", "WOULD YOU LIKE SOME COFFEE? IS HOT OUTSIDE!" "yeah."

^then sometimes it's like this: "CAN YOU GIVE ME A BREATHER FOR A SEC?! YOUR CAMERA CLICKING IS SO LOUD!" "MY RENT IS DUE!" "NOT MY PROBLEM!"

He's an ambivert. Quiet night ins are as much appreciated as parties. He needs winding down moments but will go batshit insane if he doesn't get at least one human interaction a day.

[cantdothis-nomore]

How Katara, Zuko Toph, Sokka, Aang react to the reader being a windbender

Katara

Katara would think you were really cool because your bending style is like aangs

She'd probably admire you as you're one of the only ones left with your ability

If you struggled with being able to do your bending she'd get aang to try and help you and try and stay wherever you were to give you some support and make sure you were safe

She'd try and keep you away for a little bit after finding out about your bending so she could tell aang

Overall she'd think you were pretty cool and even though they all thought aang was the last person that could do that type of thing she's glad there's someone else who is there to support him while she's there to support you

Zuko

Zuko would depend on whether you were talking about before he joined aang or after

Because if before then he'd probably think you were another avatar and you would be hunted alongside aang because he'd probably assume you were another avatar

If you're talking about after then he'd be a bit wary of you

But after time he'd warm up to you and show you how he manages his firebending so you'd have more techniques to help with your bending

He'd think you were quite interesting considering that not too long ago everyone thought that aang was the last person who could do that type of stuff but now you're here and can do basically the same thing

Toph

Wouldn't really make a difference to her about your bending even though like everyone else she'd be quite surprised that there was another person like aang

She'd be happy to teach you her bending styles if you wanted but she wouldn't mind if you didn't

Unlike the others she wouldn't relate your bending to aang constantly and make them understand that that probably makes you feel a bit shit

She'd help you as much as she could and you two would train together to change things up and see what could happen if you mixed her bending and yours

But yeah, wouldn't make much difference to her but she'd be happy to help

Sokka

Wouldn't really process in his brain for a little while

After it did he'd be hellaaaa suspicious as, again, you're similar to aang

He'd be a bit jealous aswell tho cuz he can't bend but would be interested to see what yours could do if put to the test

He'd warm up to you after a little while and be willing to help you train with and without your bending

After a while he'd probably start saying he loves you more just to spite aang lmao

Aang

He would be sooooo excited to finally find someone like him

Yeah he'd be wary of you at first but after sussing out you weren't a threat he'd warm up to you pretty quick and pretty much without hesitation

Little ball of sweetness would do nothing but help you with your bending and wouldn't judge you if you fell or did something wrong

He'd be so kind and introduce you to the others and make sure they knew you weren't a threat but a new friend

He would adore having someone who could do the same thing as him because he finally had someone to share his struggles with

He'd share with you whenever he felt that he couldn't keep up with the burden of being the avatar and just all his struggles

He would adore you after a little while and see you as a source of comfort

Anywaysss slayyyyyy

Sorry its short but now I have soooo much to do but I'll try and free some more room for you guys requests ♡

[ichxraaa]

WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR?

featuring best friend getō suguru & corruption

good friends help each other and suguru has always been such a good friend.

warnings; fem!reader, chubby!reader, corruption, dumbification, fingering [fem receiving], fellation, dirty talk, squirting, getō calls you pretty.

MDNI!

It starts when you’re 15 and he teaches you how to kiss. It doesn’t feel like much back then, you’re just nervous about what to do in case your date tries to do something and Getō is kind enough to help you ease the nerves. If he is being honest it doesn’t mean too much to him back then either. He thinks it’s cute you’re so nervous about it and he doesn’t see the problem in giving you some pointers.

He’s such a nice friend.

Later that day when you tell him that you didn’t freeze when your crush went for a kiss at the end of the date he offers you a high five, followed by a small smile. He is happy for you and he thinks it’s funny how just a few hours ago you were so nervous about it.

The second time you shyly ask for some pointers on how to go down on someone. It’s been years after that first kiss you shared and you’re by no means teens anymore and he can’t hide his surprise at your request.

“What? Have you really never done it before?”

He is not judging you, you can tell by his tone that he is genuinely curious, after all you’ve had a couple boyfriends even if they didn’t last for too long.

You sputter in an embarrassed confession that a guy you were seeing made an unfortunate comment about your technique and Getō has to suppress the need to hunt him down and bury him in a hole in favor of comforting you.

“Want me to help you practice?”

You can feel your face heat up at his implication, especially when he seems so nonchalant about it. “I didn't mean it like that!”

Your friend reaches for your cheek and squeezes, amused smirk heating up your face and forcing you to take your eyes apart from his face.

Sometimes it’s too dangerous to be best friends with him. Sometimes you can’t tell if he is joking or not, and that’s not good for you heart.

“I just wanted to know if there’s something that most guys like or something…”

That’s when it starts to go downwards, cause Getō doesn’t think he’ll be able to forget the way your pretty eyes stare at him as you drool around his cock. it’s unnatural the way his cock throbs as you kneel in front of him, thick thighs splaying on the carpet as you settle between his legs.

His breath chokes on his throat when your hesitant hands reach for his waistband and your eyes widen as he helps you to take out his cock from the black cotton of his briefs. It’s cute, you’re cute and when your hand wraps around him it has him exhaling through his nose.

Something possesses him that day. He isn’t sure exactly what it is but it has something to do with the raw vulnerability you exhibit in front of him, and when your lashes end up getting wet cause he lost control at the end of the lesson but you don’t seem to mind… He feels something stirring inside him. And it drives him insane.

He starts to notice you in a way he’s never seen you before. The way you move, the way you articulate, the way your lips get glossy when you’re sucking on a lollipop and he can’t believe how long he’s gone without noticing how utterly kissable you are.

The swell of your ass as you parade in a dangerously short skirt before going out with your friends has his eyes glued to the fullness of the expanse of your legs, dimples and softness so close to reach yet so far to touch.

There are a couple of accidental brushes as he passes you by. Testing and enjoying the way your eyes get shy even if you don’t like it. He likes how you shiver when his arms sneak around your soft waist. He says he’s only doing it because the street is too crowded and you don’t have any reason to not believe him, he is such a caring friend after all.

And then one day his hand reaches for the waistband of your shorts as you’re watching a movie at his place, thumb dancing around the lower part of your stomach and your breath hitches when he places his mouth near your ear.

“Keep watching the movie”.

“Do guys know how to properly finger you?”

It’s teasing, the way his fingers hover over the hem of your shorts, and Getō can see your eyes going glossy as you look up at him. He can see your breath choking on your throat, dark eyes going opaque as he watches you gulp, trying to say or do anything about the way his hand has begun to pull down your shorts along with your panties.

He breathes against your neck, slow kisses reaching your lips until you’re gasping into his mouth and his eyes open for a second, and you look so pretty with your lips wet and your eyes closed as your hands have reached for the hem of his shirt.

It’s so exciting how easily you give in and just spread your legs for him. You’re already wet and it just feels right as his index and middle finger dive between the warm embrace of your folds. Your juices coat his fingers and when he reaches for your clit you moan into the kiss in a way that has his cock jumping and uncomfortably pressing into his zipper.

He doesn’t think he’ll be able to go back from this, it’s hypnotic the way your hips rut into his hand as his fingers slide in and out of your twitching hole in a steady pace that has you whinnying. He enjoys you too much like this,

“Do you like it?” His voice reaches your brain from a far away place, smooth and sweet and so intoxicating that has you clenching around his ministrations “This”, his fingers press deeper against your sore spot hooking and applying a come hitting motion. It’s embarrassing and too much and you don’t like how similar this feels ti needing to pee

You ask him to stop, say it’s too much but he doesn’t stop, mouth kissing the top of your head as he feels you clenching around him. He can see it in your eyes, you’re so close and he needs to see you cum, and he knows you can take it, cause your legs are trembling and your mouth is open in an obscene and delicious image, but what’s more is that you are rutting into his touch despite your protest’s.

It’s numbing, you can’t hear or think for a couple of seconds that feel like an hour. Your mouth goes agape in a silent scream as you cum in a way you’ve only heard about in passing.

“This is what squirting feels like”.

“You look really dumb right now, did you know that”. He leans down over you, tongue darting out to reach for your lips and you follow suit instinctively in a desperate need for a kiss that has him reaching to squish your cheeks between his free hands with such devotion that you’re unable to move. Getō’s eyes turn opaque as he engraves this sight of your soft eyes on his mind forever. “And you also look so pretty, you’re too fucking hot”.

He kisses you like you’ve never been kissed and you moan into him as he continues to hit your sweet spot with perfect precision. Your legs kick and tremble and you can’t feel anything that isn’t the way that you’re coming, so strong and violent that a new wave of squirt runs down between your legs in what you can’t help but think of as a pathetic display.

“Suguru…”

Your voice makes his head spin, and he ruts into your ass without an ounce of shame.

“No more lessons, what I’m going to do next I need you to know that I’m doing it because I want to, okay?”

[empydoc]

SOUL EATER AU guy & honey

check out the masterpost here!

welcome to a redacted soul eater au post! here, i try and discover what it'd be like if you merged the soul eater world and mechanics within the redactedverse. this is the sixth post in the series of posts i'll make regarding the individual characters and their listeners! we've got guy & honey on the menu. enjoy!

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guy — soul type: weapon weapon type: baseball bat compatible with: honey

guy, being an unempowered human, doesn't necessarily have any additions to his weapon form at all. even so, i have the personal headcanon that he got to grips on shifting to his weapon form pretty quickly when he was younger, purely because i have the idea in my head that he's a quick learner.

unempowered people are typically meisters, but it isn't that strange for them to be weapons. during soul resonance, one of guy's signature abilities is to change from a wooden bat into a metal bat, which significantly boosts damage (but lowers the ease of use).

honestly, i couldn't think of guy's weapon form at all for the longest time. it escaped me, because i wanted something "funny" but also something that could be taken seriously (because a weapon is supposed to compliment both the weapon itself and their meister). eventually i found that a baseball bat was PERFECT for these two, since it's a little intimidating when someone like honey holds one, but it's also literally just sports equipment.

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honey —  soul type: meister strongest meister ability: soul resonance - a technique where special attacks are made when resonating with their weapon's soul. compatible with: guy

again, like guy, since honey is an unempowered human there isn't necessarily anything special about their meister status. i like to think, though, that honey hasn't wielded anyone for a particularly long time before meeting guy- but the reasoning for that is up to you!

meisters are people who have the ability to perceive people's souls. i won't dig too far into how people's souls look in the redactedverse, because that'd be a whole other layer, but for this one time- i like to think honey saw the chaos that was guy's soul (a quickly moving, orange, constantly bouncing sort of thing) and kind of assumed they wouldn't be compatible at all, but was rightfully proved wrong in the end.

originally, honey was going to be a weapon, but something i've realised is that i struggle to decide weapons for listeners to be because i can't figure out some of their personalities very well. although, just so you know, i did debate on honey being a chainsaw.

lite backstory: for every post i make for the characters, i'll add some au backstory to really fill in some details you may be curious about!

being two people who live lives outside of excessive confrontation (as well as, in universe, kishin soul hunting- something meisters and weapons do to relieve the world of kishins, a sort of creature that creates destruction and wants to kill for the hell of it) they didn't think they'd need respective partners.

even so, akin to some others in this au, they eventually got into some trouble. when it came to a date night out, and an aggressive looking man spitting obscenities their way, guy insisted that they 'try out what they'd been talking about recently'. honey got grips of the situation quickly, and they were able to descalate the situation pretty well, but not without a few thunks to the head.

[causeimhappinesss]

Your lucky star (Joel Miller x reader)

Summary: Your town got attacked and you survived, before going to the west and then, you meet Joel. He doesn't seem to be receptive, but could he develop feelings for you?

Warning: angst, age gap, implied death of a family member, blood, some slight spoilers if you didn’t play the games

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Words: 4,7k

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot somes mistakes :)

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As far back as you can remember, you understood that life was only an eternal suffering. You had never stopped questioning the existence of your life, even if some people told you that we were all born on Earth to fulfill a particular mission. You had never understood yours.

As far back as you can remember, you had spent your time in libraries. You were born in a city that looked more like a slum, six months after the apocalypse began. Then your whole family fled and lived on the road from the time you were three until you were six, in order to find the comfort of a city that wasn’t dictated by the Fedra. You were a family of beautiful doves in search of freedom, guided by the nostalgia of a democracy, of a normal life, where children laughed out loud in the street. Your parents wanted to find a place where you would grow up and learn all sorts of things; they dreamed of a school. A hospital. Warm, cozy homes, similar to the cocoon they had worked so hard to build before the world fell apart.

For as long as you can remember, you've been happy... Because you didn't know the misery of the quarantine zones, of trafficking of all kinds to survive. No, your family had been welcomed in a small town in the countryside called Wintervale. It spanned several streets, each one prettier than the next one. Sure, there were sometimes as many as ten people per household, which justified the sentence "it takes a village to raise a child," but you were safe. The 150 inhabitants lived peacefully, enjoyed hot showers, although a limit of water was decreed, comfortable mattresses, warm blankets, a school, two doctors, a bookstore and a few stores. As for food, it was distributed fairly and the city was self-sufficient. To protect the whole town, electric fences had been installed with guard towers, where each guard was relayed for a 24-hour protection. Thus, while living a normal life, you devoured many books, of all possible genres, from fantasy to science fiction – and those used to make you laugh when they talked about the apocalypse – through historical romance. Sometimes you even read more psychological books, about self-confidence, attachments and emotions.

During 14 years, you had suffered "only" six attacks. Attacks that had caused a few deaths and, thank God, mainly on the side of the attackers. All this was just the beginning... This is what convinced your parents that you had to learn to defend yourself. In the wild, who knows who you might run into, even if you rarely went out? Creatures weren't the only dangerous things lurking in the woods and cities... Looters, rapists, cannibals, slavers... A whole bunch of deranged guys you had to avoid or kill to defend yourself. From the age of 10, you were taught how to handle a bow, a sword and firearms, in addition to defensive techniques as a counterattack. At the same time, you were taught the art of hunting, if you were ever to do so.

All this... It was beautiful.

Despite all this work, you had lost someone essential... Your mother. She had died of a long illness, incurable, according to the doctors... For lack of material and serious medicine. It took you a long time to mourn and recover from her death.

But peace and apocalypse didn’t mix well, blood would flow. You felt that this departure in your life was just a phase to prepare you for the worst. After all, wasn't the role of a mother to love and prepare her child for life?

You could feel it in your bones... Something was coming. Oh no! A clan of raiders had attacked Wintervale with one goal in mind: to take this town, leaving no survivors.

You had fought alongside your family and the other inhabitants to defend this beautiful place tooth and nail... Until you lost them one by one. You could feel the sweat beading up your face, down your neck, and then tracing a furrow down your spine. Breathless, wavering, vision blurred, you knew it was over. You were ready to give up... A bullet whistled and split the air. It was meant for you.

But your father had decided otherwise. He threw himself on top of you to push you off, and the mortal bullet penetrated his flesh with a long, agonized scream. You could feel his warm blood on your hands and abdomen. A metallic scent floated in the cold night air. Your stomach heaved, bile rose up your throat and tears streamed down your face.

What had you done to suffer this?

No, what the poor inhabitants of this city did ? Defending your territory against evil people? No doubt it was the reason.

"Please, go away," your father murmured between coughs.

You wanted to protest, but the look in his eyes, from which life was escaping, begged you to fight...

"You are too young for eternal rest... Leave..."

Through this heartbreaking farewell, having only one way out, that of death for your father, you pressed a kiss on his cheek. What a strange thing, you had never been close to him. Not an "I love you", very few proofs of affection, simply because it wasn’t common in this family... But you found yourself saying these three words, heavy in meaning, loaded with emotions, with a trembling voice.

Your throat tightened, your stomach knotted, you waited for the agitation to calm down around you, your father already dead for a long time on you, to see a flaw... The flaw was the assailants who were dissipating in the city and who left you free to go back to your house. It was a considerable risk, but you couldn't just leave. You had gone back to get a photo album, some canned food, something to drink and provide for your basic needs for the next week... You didn't have time to say goodbye to the place where you had grown up in joy. Now it looked like a graveyard on the asphalt, with corpses lying in pools of blood.

Then you had to leave everything behind and sprint towards the woods with only one gun and two full magazines to defend yourself, a heavy bag on your back.

"Goodbye"... you breathed, without taking a last look at Wintervale.

Weeks passed and you walked across the country, not knowing where to go. You just kept going with old maps you found on your way. You ended up going west, far away from your old life, since your whole family had been dead for over a month and you didn't know anyone else. You were only focused on your survival, on finding edible food and drinkable water, on saving as much as possible. You avoided the places that led to the big abandoned cities, where it was not uncommon to see gangs shooting and kidnapping each other. You had of course come across a lovely couple, but they had only shared your life for a week and a half before they were bitten by some infected. You had no choice but to kill them... Out of dignity for them, but also to prevent new creatures from joining all the others. In fact, you were hoping that states like Wyoming or Idaho would be favorable to you, that you could find a new community based on mutual aid, with no penchant for human meat. Just the thought of it made you flinch.

After months of loneliness, where you had almost died several times at the hands of runners and clickers, but also from severe dehydration... You missed your whole life. You had thought of killing yourself several times. It would have been easier. A bullet in the head, the barrel shoved in your mouth, and it was fine. You would have done it in a room that no one could open, so that your body would be left in peace, so that no one would eat it. For some reason, you kept going. Something was telling you to go on, even though you didn't know what it was.

"No matter what, you keep finding something to fight for"

And this sentence, you will remember it for the rest of your days. You had heard it from the mouth of this man, tall, slender, muscular, bearded, and especially much older than you.

You were screaming. You were biting. You scratched. You were kicking.

The man above you had already managed to take off your shirt to see your bra-clad breasts and his dirty hand was trying to get into your panties.

"Get off me, you piece of shit!" you yelled.

The man, a few years older than you, laughed. He must have been 25 or 26 years old. There was no age for sexual assault, let alone the latest outrages. This psychopath didn't seem to feel pain, despite your best efforts. You dared to hope to attract creatures, which would leave him no choice but to release you. Despite the darkness of the night, you glanced at the sky. You prayed to your lucky stars for help. Any way you could, as long as that scumbag stopped holding on with his weight, far too heavy for yours. You had been losing weight over the years and losing strength as well. In the past, you might have been able to break free from his grip. The shame was slowly overwhelming you and you were losing your strength. You were ashamed that you couldn't push him away. Ashamed that someone would defile you like that. Ashamed to live in a world like this.

You didn't have time to beg him to spare your life, when a melee bar slammed into his skull. His hot blood spurted into your face and made you feel nauseous. His eyes rolled back and his body fell to the side. Immediately, you straightened up and moved back a good meter, before looking up.

In front of you stood a man, accompanied by a little girl. He must have been in his fifties, much older than you, marked with wrinkles, memories of his experiences, his fatigue and the traumas he carried with him. A warm and icy aura at the same time emanated from the charismatic individual.

"Thank you... Thank you... Thank you..." you stammered, over and over.

It was him, your lucky star. There was no doubt.

Your savior had turned around to give you some privacy while you got dressed properly. You were still shaking with terror and wobbling. You took one last look at your attacker before spitting on him. He deserved to be pissed on... You came to your senses at the last second and cleared your throat.

"My name is Y/N..." you breathed, in a dull voice.

They turned around and immediately the teenager next to her, who couldn't have been more than 15, gave you a warm look and a reassuring smile.

"I'm Ellie and the grumpy old man is Joel."

Weren't they related? Your eyebrows furrowed, you scanned them, confused. After all, you wouldn't be surprised if you'd run into a pedo...

"He's kind of my old man. He's annoying, but you'll get used to him. He's a good guy." the girl added.

"Ellie..." growled her "dad" before rolling her eyes.

And that's how you met them. You appreciated Ellie's spontaneity, sarcasm and humor, simply because you shared it. You never imagined that you would share companionship for so long...

For weeks, you grew closer to this man with a solid shell, so hard to break. Something in him attracted you like a magnet. Love at first sight? The mere thought of him made your cheeks flush. You knew you shouldn't have perceived him as a man with whom you wanted to discover the pleasures of life... He was even older than your father. If your family was there, they would have put you in your place and tried to shake you up... But all you could see was Joel... Joel Miller. His name tasted like honey on the tip of your tongue.

September was long and rainy. You found a small house to spend the night in, while Ellie stuck around to flip through the latest comic book she'd unearthed, while eating a can of food. That left you alone with Joel to try to dig up some food in the overgrown neighboring houses, whose white paint had been peeling for ages.

"Do you think we're even close to Jackson County yet?" you tossed, grabbing some handyman tools you could use.

"We have two more days at most. Then we'll rest at Tommy's."

"Man, if you only knew how much I miss a hot shower..." you muttered.

"Did you have them often?"

"Do you really want to talk about the past, Mr. Never Talk About the Past?" you teased him, in a mocking tone.

"Why not?"

That surprising as heck, but you loved the idea, you were so curious about him;

"In that case, you should do the same." you warned him, turning around to look at him.

He scratched his salt-and-pepper beard and nodded. A real miracle was happening, so you smiled, satisfied. But you didn't know what was in store for you... If you told him about your wonderful childhood, he would tell you about his most painful experiences.

Sarah. Tess. Bill. Frank. Smuggling. Life surrounded by Fedra.

"Ellie doesn't know about Sarah and... I don't want to discuss it with her," he revealed, in an enigmatic tone.

You nodded as you followed him out of the last house you had searched. Night was already falling and thunder was rumbling as the wind picked up, crisscrossing the clotted green leaves. Then torrential rain fell on you, like the deluge announced for the apocalypse.

"Hurry!" you hurried, even though you were already soaked from head to toe.

Instinctively, you grabbed his hand and pulled him with you. Against all odds, he didn't reject your hand, but tightened his grip. His hand was warm, calloused and somehow comforting. Your heart was pounding, not just from your physical effort, but from the joy that washed over you. Your whole body was quivering. Once inside the house, you noticed that Ellie was fast asleep on the living room couch.

"I'm going to change, I'm soaked from head to toe. My clean clothes are in the bedroom," you said with an awkward smile.

"I'm following you, I left some of my things there too..."

You nodded, blushing, as your imagination played tricks on you, sending you images more erotic than the others. You shook off these embarrassing thoughts and headed for the only room in the little house. Once you retrieved your other clothes, which you had quickly cleaned and dried, you watched the man unbutton his shirt. Your eyes widened and only when his shirt fell at his feet, you turned around to face him. Your cheeks flushed, your heart pounding and your hands shaking, you took off your sweater and put on a new one, then promptly swapped your pants for another. You took the opportunity to wipe your wet hair, not wanting to get sick. That would clearly be the worst thing... A simple coughing fit could alert a lot of infected people around.

At that very moment, you felt his burning gaze on yours, sweeping over your senses, so that you felt uninhibited. This man had power over you that you loved as much as you hated it. Why did he make your hands shake and your heart beat faster? Why did his lips seem so attractive? Why did you want to curl up against his chest, wrapped in his arms? When you turned around, he had also finished and was sitting on the edge of the bed, taking off his shoes.

"Don't you want to eat? Shouldn't we wake up Ellie?" you questioned him, puzzled.

"She sleeps so well, it would be a shame to get her up just for a meal... Besides, it's better to eat before we leave, we'll have more energy."

In this world so rotten to the core, it was better to ration yourself and make smart choices when it came to food.

When Joel lay down on the bed, you realized that you were going to spend the night with him, unless you preferred the floor... Usually, you shared your bed with Ellie, between girls, while Joel found another mattress or rested on a sofa. You had never slept in the same bed as him, let alone this close. Nervous, you slowly moved closer, took off your shoes, then slipped under the covers. Eyes glued to the ceiling, stained with substances you'd rather not imagine –  probably mold stains from water infiltration – you enjoyed the softness of the blankets, even though they didn't have any warmth in them yet and they didn't smell like laundry. At least the bed was decent and you couldn't ask for more. Then you shivered at the cool air in the house and your damp hair.

"Come closer..." he whispered, in his rocky voice.

"What...?" you gasped in surprise.

"Come closer, Y/N."

You didn't have time to retort as he wrapped a warm, firm arm around your body and forced you closer. As you curled up in his arms, as you had been dreaming of doing for a while, you suppressed a smile and closed your eyes. Your heart was pounding against your rib cage, to the point that it was painful. Your hands were shaking on his chest. You dared to hope that he would mistake this for the aftermath of the rain.

"Joel..."

"Good night, Y/N." he whispered in the hollow of your ear, stroking your back.

You held back from stroking his chest, pressing warm kisses on his neck, then undulating your pelvis against his. However, you did nothing and savored the moment, knowing that it wouldn’t happen again soon. Since your childhood, your parents had taught you to cherish every magical moment, something you did, without asking yourself more questions... Questions to which you would have no answer. The heart has its reasons that the reason ignores.

The time passed and you found in the city of his brother, Tommy. The shooting had already taken place, the bodies had been recovered and their families were already preparing to bury them. Then... there was the conflict with Ellie. The situation became more complex, tense and you tried not to interfere too much between Ellie and Joel, because you understood both of their reactions. There was nothing left to do but leave for University in Colorado, was there? Before you could even say a word, Joel slipped an arm behind your back and pulled you with him, a little further away, so that Tommy and Ellie wouldn't hear anything of your conversation.

"Is there a problem...?"

"I want you to stay with Tommy and Paula."

You almost choked and shook your head. Miller pressed his hands on your shoulders and looked into your eyes. A dark look, full of mystery and danger. A look you always melted for... But this time you wanted to stand up to him.

"No way."

"Please. I need you to stay with them... I don't know what's going to happen on the way to this campus or with the Fireflies. We've been through a lot of perilous situations already and..."

His voice froze and he pinched the bridge of his nose, before looking away to the orange trees.

"And what...?"

Joel shook his head and turned back toward two others. However, you wanted him to follow through with his thought, intrigued. He couldn't start a sentence without finishing it, what's more, if you were to be separated and... maybe never see each other again.

"Joel! And what?"

He turned around and took a deep breath.

"I don't want something to happen to you."

You could have smiled and jumped of joy, but at that moment you couldn't. That serious look on his face filled your heart and brain with a poison called fear... An oppressive fear, ready to make your heart bleed.

"Nothing will happen to me. I can defend myself."

"Don’t try to make me change my mind. Do this for me, please." he insisted, in an authoritative tone.

An authoritative tone and a request more toxic than ever, the only thing missing was the "if you love me, do it"... You knew Joel and this man was capable of tying you to a tree if it wasn’t for you to not follow him. With a heavy heart, you resigned yourself to accept. What you didn't understand was that moments like this were like saying "I love you" to him, words they hadn't used in twenty years... words that were so hard to say.

Joel Miller was not a man of words.

He was a man of actions.

And that act meant more than you could ever know.

Months had passed and they had returned, when everyone thought they were dead. In the meantime, Tommy had found a nice little house for you, where Joel and Ellie would soon join you. Meanwhile, you were working as a librarian and organized activities for children. Even though you didn't technically have to work, it was the least you could do. This town offered you shelter, hot water, electricity and food, as well as protection... You felt indebted. You also got to know Tommy and Paula, wonderful people, who always taught you a little more about Joel, but with limits. You wanted the older Miller to open up to you on his own.

Joel was immediately useful to this charming community, from guarding the ramparts to collecting food and doing manual labor in the surrounding area. As he relaxed, you discovered a completely different man, with more humor and a real talent, especially for music.

He began to teach you to play guitar... but that was before he met Jolene, a sultry redhead, a widow with two children. Her husband had died two years before, of a long illness. They had met at a party you couldn't attend, being bedridden with a fever, while Ellie watched over you like a guardian angel. Yet, that night, you would have preferred her to keep Joel under control... Over the next few weeks, you noticed that he was drifting away, focusing on Jolene, whenever he had free time. You were almost forgotten.

Hurt and heartbroken, you made sure to avoid him. You didn't eat meals at the same times as him, you focused on your work, which filled your heart with a little bit of happiness, and you tried to make new friendships with people your own age. So much so that there were no more guitar lessons... and you missed it a lot. You just didn't have the strength to go back to him. Even though he never promised you anything or really showed you something, you felt betrayed. You felt so stupid for letting yourself go and falling in love with a man much older than you, who probably only saw you as a kid... Like Ellie. The very thought made you feel nauseous, twisted your stomach and made you shiver with embarrassment.

One night, after a long day, you came home. Usually Ellie was already asleep or in the shower. There was not a sound, a sign that she was already snoring under all her covers. You took off your coat, scarf, and shoes before stepping further into your house. You walked down the hallway, which opened to the kitchen and the living room, and out of the corner of your eye you saw Joel's guitar. It was in plain sight, whereas most of the time he kept it in a corner. He probably had time to play a tune before he left for Jolene's house, where he slept half the nights... In fact, you were sure he wasn't just sleeping...

Don't think about it, you're hurting yourself for nothing... your conscience whispered. But it was so hard to accept.

A throat clearing pulled you out of your lethargy and made you jump. Quickly, you turned around and saw that Joel had returned without you noticing.

"Hey... I'm going to bed, good night," you whispered.

"Wait."

You frowned and watched him as he moved closer to you. Suddenly closer, he towered over you, so that you lifted your chin and he lowered his nose at you. This proximity made you miss a heartbeat. Only about ten inches separated you, something that had not happened for so long...

"I thought we could play a song together, it's been so long," he suggested, in a warm tone.

"I probably lost everything, it's a waste of time."

You didn't say this with aggression, but as a logical thing. You hadn't practiced since he was dating Jolene and it was late, the fatigue of the day was taking its toll.

"Please, just once..."

Joel wasn't a man you said "no" to so easily, he could be so stubborn and you didn't have the head to bicker with him. No, far from it. So you nodded and followed him into the living room, before sitting on the edge of the couch. He soon joined you with his guitar, which he placed on his thighs, before tuning it.

"I'd like to play you a song... I heard it today, it's been a long time since I heard it and it made me think of you."

With your lips sealed, you admired the way he prepared himself. He cleared his throat another time and began to pluck the strings in a soft melancholy tune. You recognized the notes immediately. Your mother loved this song that came out a few months before the world fell apart. Then, his husky voice, with a so particular tone, which never failed to make you shiver, took you with it and vibrated in the air.

I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care

But it's so cold and I don't know where

I brought you daffodils in a pretty string

But they won't flower like they did last spring

And I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright

I'm just so tired to share my nights

I wanna cry and I wanna love

But all my tears have been used up

On another love, another love

All my tears have been used up

Why are you doing this to me, Joel...? you thought, your eyes moist. You had the feeling that he was doing this to torture you. How could he sing that song to you, with his eyes locked in yours, when he was in a relationship with another woman?

A tear rolled down your cheek as the last notes of music wavered in the air until they disappeared. You wiped it away with the back of your sleeve and jumped to your feet. You couldn't stand this humiliation any longer and be so weak in front of him. It was unacceptable.

"Y/N..."

"Leave me alone. Do you like making fun of me? Well, get the hell out of this house and back to your Jolene, before I beat the crap out of you!" you threatened, in a hoarse voice.

A gleam of guilt shone in the eyes of the older man who tried to take a step forward, but you pointed your index finger in his direction, in order to tell him not to move.

"Y/N, I broke up with Jolene. I have no feelings for her."

"Oh yeah? Nice? Shall we pop the champagne bottle?" you retorted, in a sharp tone.

"You're worse than me, you're stubborn. I just made a declaration of love to you.”

"More stubborn than you? Are you kidding me..."

You stopped dead in your tracks, when you realized what he had just said, confused.

"Wait... Can you say that again?"

Joel didn't like to repeat himself, you couldn't count on him to do that. Instead, his hands framed your face and he pressed his lips against yours. His rough beard teased your face, but you savored the moment. Your hands clutched the back of his neck and your body moved closer to his. You should have gotten mad and pushed him away, but your heart didn't care. For the first time, your heart was truly exploding with joy. Your heart was pounding, your legs felt like cotton and you felt like you were floating. In your bubble, you prayed that this moment would never end.

Love is a war made of battles, each one more difficult than the other and this day, you were triumphant.

*

Now, I’m thinking about writing a smut part… Should I do it?

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[dead-by-mending]

Legion members relationships with other killers

Just trying to get good with headcannons, feedback would be appreciated

Trapper : Strict dad and mischievious kids vibes. They always mess with his traps, get caught, get scolded, apologize, hug, and repeat. No one will ever know, but Evan cried over a drawing Susie made for him

Wraith : They like to hang out with him. If they want some scrap to make stuff, Philip will gladly let them take some (unless they try to take hooks). Joey tried to teach him rap, but he didn't really understand...

Hillbilly : He likes having them around, even if they cause a mess in his house. Max never had real friends before, so he's happy to have some in those meddling kids. He likes to show off his longest chainsaw sprints to them

Nurse : They don't really hang out with her too much, because of her insane nature. But whenever they get hurt outside of trials, Sally is always here to help. And she loves to have some tea with the girls

Myers/Shape : Although they're big fans of his movies, especially Frank and Julie, they usually stay away from him. Michael wouldn't let them approach without stabbing them anyway

Hag : They were surprised when they found out Lisa was actually around their age. She shows them some tricks she can do with her traps, and some tips to take care of totems

Doctor : Since Herman was labeled as the Killers' therapist, they're kinda forced to talk to him regularly. Otherwise, they stay away from him as much as possible

Huntress : Anna likes to take care of them. She teaches them some hunting techniques, and tries to cook them some stuff to eat. She always giggles to herself whenever she remembers that one time Susie accidentaly called her "mama"

Leatherface/Cannibal : From watching his movies, they know about how Bubba's family used to treat him, so they try to be nice to him. Frank even agreed to taste his chili. Obviously the human flesh bits weren't really good for him...

Nightmare/Freddy : At first they thought it was Robert Englund's Freddy Kruger, so they were excited to meet him. Then they realized how wrong they were. Susie was the one feeling the most uncomfortable around him...

Pig/Amanda : Since Saw came out after they were taken by the Entity, they had no idea who she was. But they liked hanging out with her anyway, especially Julie. They eventually got their hands on the first Saw trilogy and learned more about her

Clown : At first, they found him creepy and avoided him. But when it was clear that Kenneth didn't mean no harm (at least to them), they started hanging around his carnival. He especially liked to see Susie play with Maurice

Spirit : Rin quickly became good friends with the Legion, even if Kazan kinda disagrees. She hangs out a lot with Julie and Susie. Frank even thought about dating her, before he fell for Kate

Plague : They don't really get near Adiris, because of her Plague, but Julie and Susie always enjoy talking with her (6ft apart, of course)

Ghostface : Danny is that one funny uncle for the Legion. Even though when they first met him, they were kinda disappointed he wasn't one of the killers from Scream. He turned to be one hell of a cool guy anyway

Demogorgon : Puppy. Yes, that's it. Well not actually... When the Entity abandoned the realm of Hawkins (because let's be honest, Vecna kinda wanted it for himself), they were allowed to keep Demo

Oni : If you read what I said earlier with Spirit, then you know that Kazan doesn't like those indecent, immature and gross teenagers (yes, that's what he said). So they just avoid him

Deathslinger : They really like the old cowboy that Caleb is, even though he won't let them touch his gun. He often tells them stories about his bounties and other adventures with his gang

Executioner/Pyramid Head : They're afraid of him, even though he actually doesn't care about them. If they ever felt guilty about the store cleaner, then they probably stopped, because he never went after them

Blight : They never forgave Talbot for what he did to them with his serum. They hate him with a burning passion and never forget to remind him anytime they come across him... Problem is that he couldn't care less, he got what he wanted and moved on

Twins : They don't really hang out that much, but when they do, they always kinda enjoy it. Charlotte always likes to see Susie play with Victor. She was even surprised when she found out they knew a bit of words in French

Trickster : While the rest of the group kinda likes him, Frank can't stand Ji-Woon. They always get on eachother's nerves

Nemesis : They don't really stay near him, but Nemmy doesn't really cause them any trouble. None of them are S.T.A.R.S. members, after all

Cenobite : Same as Myers : they're fans of the Hellraiser movies (especially Frank and Julie), and that's why they stay away from Pinhead, they know what he's capable of

Artist : Probably their fellow killer that they feel bad for the most. Susie likes to draw stuff with Carmina, hoping to cheer her up with that. They also started getting nicer to crows (not that they were mean to them before, they just didn't care)

Onryo : Thankfully they watched the original Ringu movie, otherwise they wouldn't have any idea about who Sadako is. She formed, with Susie, Lisa and Rin, their own group of killer girls.

Dredge : The only time they approached it was to attack it, when they learned it consumed Maurice. Apart from that, they always stayed away from it, and they never forgave either...

Mastermind : Frank and Joey only remember Wesker from the original Resident Evil 1 (yes, it possibly released before they were taken, I checked), so they were kinda surprised with the Uroboros stuff. They quickly started to make fun of him, and he hated that

Knight : At first they were kinda jealous that Tarhos could bring his buddies in trials while they couldn't stay together. But they quickly forgot about that because they find him really cool, even though he finds them as, I quote, "insufferable brainless youth"

Skull Merchant : They wish they could like Adriana (especially Joey and Julie), but let's be honest, her power sucks and even they know it. Hopefully her new idea for it (her rework) will possibly change that

Singularity : Since they were told Hux would just attack any human on sight, they stayed away from him. But they still watched him from afar and thought he's really cool. Susie even puked when she first saw his mori

Xenomorph : Same as Demo, except that they see Xeno as kitty. They love to cause mess by having their 2 pets play together

Good guy/Chucky : They were really excited to see Chucky arrive in the realm, and even more when they learned he was going to live with them

[sorcerersandskillusers]

StormBringer: Alternate e-N-ding

The only part of Storm Bringer I found unsatisfying was N's death, he got off way to easy after everything he did to Chuuya; so I decided to write a new ending for it, where he gets exactly what he deserves.

(Context: N survives the final battle and tries to escape into the city while the Port Mafia are busy handling the fallout. things do not go as planned)

After the battle, N stumbled his way through the back-alleys of Yokohama. Still injured and unfamiliar with his surroundings, he tried desperately to find his way to a government office or military police station. If he could just get there, his credentials would get him to a safe house so secure even the Port Mafia would never find it, and besides after witnessing Guivre first hand, he was determined to continue his research no matter how difficult it might be.

His injuries from the car crash meant he had to move slowly, stopping frequently to catch his breath. He wasn’t sure how far he’d gotten, or where exactly he was but he hoped the Mafia would be too busy with the aftermath of the battle to organise any kind of hunt for him. He gritted his teeth against the pain as he slumped back against a wall. He hated pain, he was a scientist, not some foot soldier. He was supposed to be far from any of this, safe and isolated where he could study and experiment without fear.

As he lay there, panting, clutching his shoulder he suddenly heard foot-steps coming from somewhere nearby. Standing up, he tried to keep quiet as he moved away from the sound. Just as he thought he had gotten away, somebody spoke.

“Hi there.”

N stopped dead, Infront of him, sitting on a rusting, metal dumpster sat a young man, dressed in a long black coat and with bandages covering half of his face. N recognised him, he had been at the lab when Verlaine attacked, Verlaine had said something about being betrayed by him. If this person was able to betray Verlaine and live to tell the tale, he was defiantly not someone N wanted to confront.

N’s mind was racing, he had some bits and pieces from the lab on him, maybe he could cause a distraction and slip away. But one look at the kid’s eye’s told him it would be no use. They were dark, and full of an intelligence unlike his own. They seemed to scan him, seeing every tiny detail and predicting every possible action. he knew that no trick would work on him, his only hope was to try and make a deal.

“I heard how you tortured Chuuya. Your technique sounds really interesting, from one torturer to another, I wish I could have seen it myself.” The boy continued as if he was talking about a shared hobby. “Although I personally would have cut the tendons in his arms before starting so even if he escaped he would have been unable to move. But that’s just me.”

N had no idea how to react to that, was this guy really from the mafia? He seemed almost gleeful at the idea of one of his fellows getting tortured.

“I guess ill have to show you some of my favourite methods, after all you’re a big shot government researcher, I’m sure the secrets you know would be worth their weight in gold to the Mafia.” Dazai’s carefree smile didn’t change as he continued on. “Since you’re a scientist, you’ll have to tell me exactly what it feels like, all the data, so I can improve for the future. Its so exciting to have a new test subject, you must know how that feels right?”

Once N heard that, he immediately bolted. Running as fast as he could with his injuries. Running from those eyes that seemed to swallow any foolish ideas of mercy. But it was already too late. Two large men in dark suites grabbed him by arms and lifted him up, so his feet barley touched the floor. Spinning him around to once again face Dazai.

“WAIT! Wait! Ill tell you whatever you want! Ill even work for the mafia, I promise just please don’-”

He was cut off by Dazai holding a finger to his lips.

“Oh? but if I don’t, then how will I get to test out your torture methods. I need to hear what it feels like form the man himself and besides, I think I deserve some fun after all this.”

N’s shouts echoed through the alleyway, as he was dragged off into the shadows of Yokohama, a sacrifice to the spirit of the city’s underworld.

[bramble-mouse]

Can you tell me a little bit about each oc you have? (A little bit is up to you)

-🐭

Yeah, sure! Frio and Trish, I think, are probably my most documented OCs since I've got some chapters on them out via 'The Faery Doctor'. Basically, a pair of cinnamon rolls put together that will make your teeth hurt cos they are so SWEET. They often bond over a mutual love of botany, baking and knitting. 6 Revna of the Deep Woods is a horrible little witch in a pact with a mysterious, horrible eldritch entity and she lives in the woods. She's...she's very wierd. But like, kind of fun to talk to? I love Revna. She loves bones and collects them. She also has a crow familiar named Craw. She has no memory of her life before the woods, with all of it having seemingly been wiped clean. Revna has a beautiful singing voice, no social graces and has been known to start dancing if she's bored with what you're saying. Or maybe it's just to stim? There's no understanding much about Revna. Revna is essentially asexual. Aine needs more written pieces posted about her because I love her very much. She's everyone's surrogate mom, a storm giantess and basically that really cool university prof that basically just makes pizza day your final rather than giving you an arbitrary exam. She's a bit of a hectic bachelor type and her office is a complete mess of papers and books. Aine has insatiable curiosity, zero regard for the xenophobic policies of her people towards sharing storm giant magical techniques with outsiders and loves galivanting incognito on the surface via an enchanted ring that makes her not so giant (she still is like seven frickin feet tall in her 'small' form). She loves to take on new students and has a soft spot for underdogs and misunderstood folk. Eoin and Eden are my arch demon twins. Eoin is prudish, serious and uptight while Eden is kind of a big goof ball despite playing the 'sexy, dommy mommy' exterior for her summoners/contracters so she can eat their souls. In reality, Eden is the type to lay around in her PJs all day, drink milk straight out of the jug and snort when she laughs. She's honestly pretty friendly and chill if she isn't hunting you for food. Eoin kind of just wants to be left to his own devices and tends not to eat enough. Eden gets on his ass about this a lot since she worries about her brother. Hell's not exactly a friendly place if someone is vulnerable, especially as an archdemon. She winds up scaring off other demons looking to mess with him when Eoin's weaker. They are both collaborating on an alternate food source to doing the do since Eoin's functionally sex-repulsed. So far, Revna's wierd energy has been one of the better options? They have an arrangement where Revna summons him, they chill for a while and he basically just feeds off her ambient energy until she needs to take a nap. Eden things Revna's rad af and she gets Eoin out of the house and fed so like...that's a big win in her books.

These are my main guys, but I might do a follow up with some of my others later! :D Thanks for the ask.

[deckerroosevelt]

Chapter 4, part 1

“I have lived here for a week now. I have gotten used to some things here, but not completely. I have talked to the others a bit and turns out, they all have feelings and are actually rather nice people. Or then I just have low standards. I apologized to Neda and I think we are good now. Apparently she is somehow Treacher’s sister, but I have no idea how that would even be possible. Maybe I’ll understand it someday.

   Roos- Decker, as he wants me to call him, is a silly guy. Though I know extremely little of him, he seems like a good person. Decker is a bit, how to say this, interesting? I can’t really read him well, but I can’t say a single bad thing about him. Not that I would want to but the others keep him as a god or something. 

   I have gotten quite close with Treacher and Neda. Well, as close as you can after a week. Ambeth and Yumekui mostly keep to themselves. They have some kind of a sibling relationship too, except they are not related at all.

   Apparently Treacher and Neda were made in a circus a long time ago (I don’t really know, but that kind of circus is kind of out dated). And I mean literally made. A ringmaster had a technique to make dolls and give them consciousness and some abilities by sacrificing something in their life. It seems like they made Neda first, but didn’t give her a voice of her own, so she just takes other’s voices. They had sacrificed their life to make Treacher but he doesn’t have a fixed body nor face. That’s the meaning of the mask. There’s nothing under. No features at all.

   I’m not completely clear of their full backstory, but I will write them here as soon as I get them hunted down.

   About Yumekui and Ambeth, I know nothing. Yumekui has insomnia and Ambeth is addicted to one book. Just one. She’s like always reading it.

   About a week ago, I tried leaving. I met a thing who handed grapes and my nails were ripped off. Well, three, because I ate three grapes. Decker said that if I ate more than ten, I would have lost my fingers. And then every piece of me one by one. I'm lucky Decker came to help.”

[pastel-rights]

Do you have a story or just a moment, whether it's big or small, about your OCs that you haven't had the chance to share yet? Well, now's your time to do it! Go ahead and spill the beans!

...

there's so much i could say here... too much... so instead, I will put it underneath the cut since I'm kind of just ping-ponging with no real destination /lh

...

Still here? Cool!

I often think about the role Florence "An-Lee" Mulligan plays in her own universe. Of course, with An, there's a lot of things I could say for her since, well, she's an OC I've been keeping to myself lmao

Her story is somewhat connected to Bianca and Yami, if you wanted a reference point for some reason??

An-Lee is part Russian part Austrilian! I just think saying that is neat, knowing where OCs' families are from and whatnot??? She also has a notable Russian accent when she speaks.

I think for one small thing, An-Lee's name is a play on the name "Anne-Marie", who, in context of the overworld, was an infamous ghost hunter and multiverse researcher from the past. Her life is filled with the unusual and the strange, and she's often seen as an outcast by her peers and those in her digitalized city.

An-Lee, much like her namesake, has taken up an interest in ghosts and ghost hunting, as well as the history of the world and the multiverse! She even has several notebooks each dedicated to places she's never even heard of! Some of these places include the Roundtrip, the Dynathus Clan, the Azure Sea, and a ton more. All these notebooks are filled to the brim with handwritten notes, hand-drawn maps and things of the like!

Alongside being named after an in-universe historical figure, An-Lee has divine roots in a way? In my universe, there's this in-game counterpart called "Darkside" and I have her battlesuit information here that gives a little insight into her in-universe powers/abilities. I won't include it all unless someone asks but... One of her Darkside Abilities (specifically, her evasion technique) is called Digital Reboot that lets her control electronics and teleport through digital surfaces, such as TVs and phones/tablets. Basically, she turns into a temporary spark of neon-green lightning when she dodges! This comes from a canonical ability An-Lee gains in her personal storyline, one which she gained after being electrocuted by supernatural lightning. Fun times.

As for one big thing... I guess An-Lee's presence in the Roundtrip and Azure Sea is her biggest lore drops? I want to keep more of the Azure Sea for when people ask about it, so I guess I can talk about the Roundtrip a little more! The Roundtrip, in the context of the in-universe lore, is a faction of outer-world humans who follow a god named "Yamato" who takes the appearance of an intergalactic train conductor. ( Although, there hasn't been an appearance of "Yamato" in a couple millennia, leading the Roundtrip followers to believe their god has reincarnated, and now takes the form of a little girl named "Starry", but it's important to note for outside eyes, aka you guys, that Starry and "Yamato" are not the same person. It would be more correct to say that Starry is a descendant of "Yamato"? ) However, the Roundtrip train lies on an infinite track that goes round and round for all eternity. Like a cycle!

Oh and the page but. no. we're not taking An-Lee and talking about the page I'm ignoring her fandom presence /lh

[bonyfish]

God help me it's midnight and I'm thinking about fatherhood in fuckin Avatar 2: The Way of Water again. Like arguably one of the themes of the film is Having A Strained And Weird Relationship With Your Father. Huge sections of the plot would have been different if Jake Sully had taken the time to relate to his sons as people instead of reinventing the American military chain of command for aliens and making his sons call him by his call sign. His whole storyline is like, an extended exploration of the flaws of authoritarian parenting both from a practical and emotional perspective. Even the bit where an inexplicable clone of his old enemy comes back and tries to hunt him down functions as a different facet of the larger fatherhood theme, through the person of Spider. There's the whole sequence at the end of the film where both Spider and Lo'ak save their respective fathers from drowning, even as Spider afterwards leaves Alien Clone Quarich on an island or whatever and says he wants nothing more to do with him. It's a whole thing, right?

And it's been months since I've seen the film but I am still chasing myself in circles about how much of this is intentional. Like, are we supposed to be on board with Jake Sully's macho hero shit, or are we supposed to recognize that he's driving his children away and generally making things worse for everyone? Are we supposed to think he's some sort of tactical genius? Dude established his character in the first film by getting chased into the jungle by large alien fauna, after which he survived largely because a much more competent woman got a Message From God to 1. not kill him immediately and 2. maybe show him the ropes. Like yes he led a guerrilla assault against the Space Marine Capitalists but he's not a plans guy. He needs to learn to delegate that. The most compelling part of his character arc in the first film was his learning to embrace other beings' points of view with humility and grace, and now he's mostly just yelling at his kids. Is this supposed to be a nuanced portrayal of a man's connections to the world and other people being eroded by the pressures of leadership and the constant horrors of war? Is it just clumsy characterization?

Why is Jake Sully the narrator? Arguably his children are the main characters. He's giving bizarre stilted speeches about how Family Is Our Strength and meanwhile he just told his own son, to his face, that it was his fault his brother died. That's something that parents in movies do when they're the antagonist, whose influence the children need to grow past and move on from. And yet he's the narrator. And of course he gets his Cool Action Hero Duel with his nemesis at the end of the movie, whereas Lo'ak's character arc culminates with him using the skills he's learned and inner strength he's acquired throughout the film to lead his family (including his Bad Father Jake Sully) out of a sinking and on fire ship. Is this intentional?? That Jake's arc culminates in violence where his son's culminates in a daring rescue at the risk of his own life? James Cameron et al I need to know how deeply you considered Jake Sully's parenting technique when you wrote this movie.

Anyway. Thank you for coming to my 1am TED talk about Avatar: The Way Of Water. I will unlock the doors of the auditorium now and allow you to leave.

[halt-kun]

Hunter x Hunter Chapter 192 - Human Dog

let’s pick up a bit on the liveblog

So we can see Gn’s jajanken clearly did some damage

Rammot really vomited blood everywhere

It’s really satisfying to see

With this title I clearly now where we’ll end up urghhh

You clearly need a psychiatrist in your nest

Like they need healthier ways to deal with anger outbursts or strong emotions

Colt is able to enforce his authority thank god

A rift is being created in the ant nest

Cheetu was written Djido in french, I get it, they might not have made the link with the english name, it’s called a “guépard” in french

I really don’t get people who enjoy hunting, like can’t we have a ant that just enjoys taking pictures of humans on their free time

That’d be fun

Hagya is clearly a hedonist and only focuses on what brings him pleasure

Cheetu is more logical at least

TRUE

there is a bunch of humans even in the little country you’re in

probably one of the most abundant species among the macrofauna 

I’m wondering if the feline parts of Cheetu and Hagya are responsible for their enjoyment of the hunt. It probably mixed with the human personality too

Hagya is a liar

If only Rammot could die right now

Colt really wants an oligarchy

I agree that if most people just act selfishly, it’s really annoying to find a common ground

but still a lot of opinion is always better

Colt is also not a fool, he knows you weren’t very serious, he’s just not calling you out in front of everyone

They’ve already organized a work rotation system

NICE

Colt is a nice guy

Who’s dead ?

OH NGL soldiers

one of them got crushed 

ouch

I really love open spaces in Hunter x Hunter

I would love to eat with some friends here

too bad there are deadly ants and soldiers around

Yep it’s no an ants nest

This is a MINECRAFT BASE

beware of the miner here, very dangerous

They make drugs yep

I’m trying to imagine the quiproquo I could get if some of my friends took this drug

Me : “What do you mean you want some D²”

Him: Well, I’ve kinda been missing it lately, I don’t have enough money”

Me : “WHAT ?!? Since when do you go to sex workers ?”

Him: “UHHH! I usually go to my dealer”

Me : “you HAVE SEX with your dealer ?!? Is he hot ?”

Him: “What, no it’s just for the drugs”

Me : “You have sex for drugs ? Aren’t you and your boyfriend monogamous too ?”

...

ANYWAY

This is so sad

Of course NGL wasn’t the happy nature reserve they advertised. 

Still sad

all these clueless people

Kite En is impressive

I like when skills vary a bit from mental or physical fatigue

I’d probably never be able to train En, I’d be overwhelmed by the sensitive input. I could definitely train it in my apartment though or in a field and feel the little insects all around.

Let’s talk about all basic and advanced nen techniques then

Ten : pretty chill to train, I’d probably do it all the time

Ren : I wouldn’t enjoy it as much but a few times a week, no problem, definitely tiring

Zetsu : I’d love to train it, erasing my presence and making my aura disappear

Hatsu : I just need a glass of water and Ren so a few times a week would be cool

Gyo/Ryu : I’d probably do it all the time, like moving your aura around seems fun

Ken : I like to do the plank and it seems to be similar so I guess I’d enjoy doing it

Shu : Maybe sometimes with some objects but it wouldn’t be very regular

In : Pretty fun to train I bet, like Zetsu

I forgot this was next

ASSHOLE your treatment of dog is horrible, if you think this is how we treat dog you’re really lower than the lowest of scum

DOGS are GOOD BOYS

and puppy play needs mutual consent too you sicko

It was also supposed to be a trap for nice people, really rotten ants here

Poor Gon

Kite is right, you don’t have the luxury to be sentimental here

Poor guy, I hope he didn’t suffer too much

Centipede and Mosquito time

Thanks Kite, immediately estimated who was the strongest and how to fight efficiently

I won’t be sad when you die you assholes

There is a limit to who I want to be empathetic with and you’ve reached it

I’ll probably do a little break and continue later today

[translationandbetrayals]

My anime GOATs

So, the other day I was watching Jujutsu Kaisen, and I instantly had an idea… How about I ramble on about absolute nonsense about some of my favourite character designs in anime and manga? And that's exactly what i’m gonna do.

First of all, the character that gave me this idea… The man himself… Fushiguro Toji!!! I have absolutely no idea why I like this character so much. To be honest, his design is really basic, and I think that’s exactly why I like him so much… He has no OP god-like techniques (kinda), he’s just completely brute-forcing his fights with a nonchalant mood, and i think that’s really cool. Also, the fact that he has Dio’s seiyū just makes his character even better, 10/10.

And talking about JoJo’s, I want to introduce you to the second character I'm gonna talk about, and it's Bruno Bucciarati. He’s slick, smart, a gang leader, and most importantly, Italian. I mean, how could you not love this guy? The way he uses his stand, Sticky Fingers, in the most ridiculous ways, using his zippers (and kind of defying the laws of physics as well) it’s amazing. Just one thing… bro… go to a different barber (im joking, his goofy ass haircut suits his character a lot).

And finally, and without any kind of funny transition… Kamishiro Rize. This one is a bit weird, but lemme cook. When i watched the first episode of Tokyo Ghoul, i thought “Wow, she is so cute, i wonder why this show has Ghoul in the name…” And yeah, i quickly found out that this girl was a full-on psychopath that only cared about hunting weak prey. She has like the strongest type of Kagune (that weird ass red thing on her back), and is literally why the entire plot even happens, so yeah, just… insane. Also, the fact that Tokyo Ghoul is one of the first anime i've ever watched, kinda makes it have a special place in my heart :’).

Written by: Pablo Mayorga

[xoteajays]

I don't know if I should laugh or cry that it took you this long to realize the fantasy theme of the High&Low franchise..

That was obvious! Which gang represents S. W. O. R. D., they are part of SWORD district in Japan. And Kuryu represents the nine dragons.

And yes. The SWORD gangs, especially White Rascals, are all knights protecting people and places from the horrible people - in ways these guys and girls know how to do. They're protect who or what they can.

And obviously White Rascals are the White Knights, those chivalrous knights - prince charmings - protecting the damsels in distress.

~

I know Hyuga is not that short. But why does everyone he surrounds himself with seem three times bigger than him? Seriously. Kato's only slightly taller, but Sakyo and Ukyo seem twice is size (maybe because they're wider than him?). I don't know. But I think it's funny to me.

~

I'm probably dying. If this apocalypse is like Alice In Borderlands.. I'm sure if depends on which games are being played. I'll die in the Spade games because I've never been physical - I've never even participated in gym class - unless someone risks their lives for me. Then I could be die that way. Club games is 50/50 for me, that really depends on who my team is for the game. Diamond games depend on the types of the game it is.. I'm not stupid, but I would not consider myself a genius in any way. But I'm horrible with math so I would be dead in a Diamonds game that had math. And, for Heart games, that also depends on the types of game for me though. Like is the Hearts game like Hide&Seek where only one person survives (because I'll whatever I can to survive that game), or Witch Hunt where intelligence is mostly used to figure out who the killer was. And it also depends if anyone I care about is in these games too, because it depends on if I actually care about them. Unless I come across characters like Chishiya, Niragi, Bando, every of those characters.. Chishiya's stance on getting me killed besides on if I'm considered useful in some way, Niragi tortures and kills everyone, and Bando's a misogynistic serial killer who could kill me (unless we'd somehow work together in the Heart game Prison). I don't know.

But I don't know basic survival techniques to survive. And I'm serious when I say this, I don't know how to cook at all so I'd probably just die of starvation (unless I'm eating unhealthy foods like chips, something like that). But I also would rather die than use the nature as a toilet so that's just gross to me. As an only child, I'm a spoiled brat. Pampered. So I'm also like a prissy pet in that way.. I can definitely relate to that.

But if were talking about a zombie apocalypse. That might depend on the types of zombies.. The older version or the newer version of these zombies. The older version of zombies where they're slower, mindless in a way they don't know what they're doing type zombies - because I might be able to outsmart them if I'm lucky. But the newer version of zombies where they're fast, kind of intelligent enough to know what's happening area them type zombies (like Dawn Of The Dead, Train To Busan, All Of Us Are Dead) - then I would automatically be dead even before I knew what was happening. Unless I ended up being a hybrid zombie like in All Of Us Are Dead. But, with my luck, that won't really happen the way I would have wanted it to. So I'm fucked in that way.

In a nuclear apocalypse. That depends on how much foods and water is on earth.. But if the land is unsustainable where you can't grow any of your own food, barely any water, possibly cannibals, maybe rapists too. Then I probably would kill myself before anyone comes after me.

I've watched some apocalyptic shows and movies lately. Well.. Kinda.

~

The power of violence, the power of friendship, power of.. that...

All of that.

Every leader has respect for each other. Doesn't matter if they like or dislike each other, but they do have this deep respect for each other.

And, I think, their prides prevented them from working in this alliance together. Like Rocky for example.. He really wanted to fight Doubt by himself with the White Rascals. Ranmaru represents men who always harm women, so Ranmaru was that ghost - the demon - who actually haunted him is whole life when he couldn't save his mother and sister when they needed help the most. That was why Rocky was alone in a time like that. Because he really did want to face those demons alone just so he could move on. But that could be how I saw his reasonings.

The Rude Boys are about protecting their family, so self preservation could be a way to not have your family in any harm. It's their reasons.

Hyuga's a stubborn bastard.

Obviously Oya agrees on the alliance because that means a lot more people they can fight, especially when fighting these people with his friends and allies. So that's their reasons.

About Hyuga's hatred toward Mugen, Sannoh and Kuryu... Obviously the Hyuga family was an original family in Kuryu. But then they really disowned, possibly killed, - I can't remember what happened to these brothers - after their defeat against Mugen. After Mugen retired a the biggest gang, whoever was even left (like Cobra, Yamato and Nobara) became a part of Sannoh. So that's how Hyuga's hatred for Mugen or Sannoh happened. So they dishonored the Hyuga name. But so did a lot of the Kuryu gang too. So his hatred for Kuryu was much stronger, than his hatred for Mugen and Sannoh. And one thing I have noticed.. After Hyuga left prison, he said, that he wanted to takedown Sannoh so whoever left in the gang who wanted to join Daruma could make a gang like Daruma even bigger in numbers (like what they did in Tokyo Revengers) just so they could go after Kuryu when the time was right. So his hatred for Kuryu was always a lot stronger than his hatred for Mugen and Sannoh ever was. But that's how I see it. It's my opinion.

But yeah. With the Rude Boys, the first gang I would've said they are closest to is Sannoh. Cobra was always the first person helping those Rude Boys and also White Rascals too. So that's why I said Sannoh is the first choices for Oya, Rascals and Rude Boys. Daruma's just there.

~

Exactly. If episode for H&L shows are less than thirty minutes, I'm not watching videos that are less than three minutes long for any episode I'm watching. That would annoy me too much. I couldn't do that at all.

Like Izumi Curtis from Fullmetal Alchemist. Depending on which era, which version you watch of the series you're watching. She's vomiting blood. She dies in one version, but lives in another version.

But they probably already had to plot figured out by the time the H&L movies were created, maybe even the show too. Maybe. I don't know.

Even Naomi thinks they're stupid when they criticize the guys over so many stupid - and not even accurate - reasons on why the girls won't date those guys. Have fun dying alone then if that's what you want.

Exactly! That's how I was imaging their interaction going.. Women are just flirting with Hiroto, Masaki gets annoyed that his baby brother - his oblivious baby brother - is receiving the attention that he was just trying to receive from these women. Even though Masaki is smarter than Hiroto, they're both still complete himbos like the other guys.

~

Exactly. I need to stop saying that. But have you seen his smiling face though? He deserves to be happy in life. I know he's supposed to be a strong leader, but that shouldn't prevent you from being happy in life. I want Cobra to be happier, more carefree (to some extent), like in his teenager years with his friends. Or at least a lot brooding about life.

If you're only talking about my color coded characters at the moment though. They're all short, Orange being the shortest from those three characters. The height for Blue and Red are confirmed as 5'3 (160 cm is listed). But the face claim for Orange, her height hasn't been listed.. (maybe I'll be lucky if they mention her height in the newer magazine interview). But, from what I can estimate, her height may be between 4'10-5'0 from what it seems like to me. She's definitely the shortest in the color coded characters. Based on the pictures I've seen of them.

I know, I know.. It might be annoyed saying, "Blue Character, Orange Character, Red Character". But I don't have any names for them yet.

Yes! Like she would be used to Murayama's cockiness, but she would be so much happier when Murayama learns about humility whenever something like this happens to him. I'm not sure how she would really act or react to Murayama's depression about losing though, how he is reflecting over his life choices. When Oshiage comes to talk with him.

Well... Sometimes, not always, I like to incorporate some things about the real person - the face claim - into my characters. Only sometimes though. Like you already know that the three color coded characters are from an actual band that I listen to. Orange is the vocalist, and the one hobby she has is dancing - so I imagine my orange character as a person who enjoys singing and dancing (which is why they do to Club Heaven). Blue's the bassist, but she also has her own clothing line like a side career. Career? Job? Either way. I imagined her being artistic in a drawing way, something with clothes but I do not know how far this fashion hobby is. Does she only design the imagery on the clothes, or does she know how to sew torn clothes, or does she design an entire outfit like a fashion designer. Like Mitsuya from Tokyo Revengers.

So they're like sibling friends. They might have wanted each other but they needed each other, which makes sense. Especially for Hyuga.

I thought about a similar concept with my Red character when I first started creating the characters. But I wasn't sure how I would do that whole concept... I don't know if she's a fighter. But she's red like every Daruma character. If they were sibling, then I'd preferred siblings in a more childhood friend way rather than an actual relation way. Or even as cousins. Or acquaintances in way. Not sure about romantic ship. Since not every ship has to be romantic. But.. I don't know...

But I don't think that she would any part of Kuryu or Mighty Warriors, at least I don't think she would be.

Anyway.

But yeah. She is a sheltered child who couldn't live her life like normal person her age, which I can completely relate to, she wants to learn a lot about people her age and how they live their lives. Her experience, well, her experiences in life were not the same as everyone else's life.

Yes. Balance. Murayama helps her experience being youthful during a time together, and she helps him mature when he has to be mature.

So it's love at first sight for Murayama. Because sexy fighter girl is his love. And.. I don't know why I worded it like that... But I did though.

So she's only intense when she's being competitive about things? I'm able to see it like that. Calm, relaxed - I could be wrong. But has some strong intensity of wanting to prove everyone wrong. I can relate to it.

Rascals has canes and asps for weapons. When Kuryu confronted the Daruma boys, they mentioned knives and crowbars - the only time I'd seen Hyuga with a weapon was the chains he used to tie someone up so he could break their arm. Rude Boys would only use all homemade weapons. Sannoh, Oya, Amamiya and even Mugen are mostly a more hands on type of fighters. Everything is fair game for Kuryu or Mighty Warriors. Doubt will use any weapons if it means people would die.

So that would make sense for your Kuryu character to have weapons. Ryu has knives, daggers, kukri blades. So he's more into bladed types of weapons. I wish we had more of his backstory though.

My first thought was from anime and cartoons.. Someone gets hit in the head with some object, they get knocked over in some weird way, sometimes they flip around in the air before falling off a building. Like that. Imagine them falling off buildings after she hit them in the head.

~

Actually.. That would make sense for Rocky to being caring about his partner - especially woman - if she has mental disorders, like having a depression disorder. He's stern, but caring. But also gentle with her.

Rocky is literally the type of man who will help through thick and thin, healthy and unhealthy, basically all of that. He's always helping out.

Originally I wasn't gonna mention the sexual headcanons for Rocky at all, just because I have already mentioned a lot of those headcanons - like mentioning lots of sexual headcanons before. Generally speaking.

But, in regards to his tongue headcanon, that was because of an old interview Keiji was in. He made mention of his tongue. Who would've thought Keiji said some vulgar comments. But I thought it was funny. Actually.. One of those links I sent were of that interview. So you'll see that link when you're looking through links when you decide to look.

Yes. Murayama's a handsy person. Actually.. I forget where I read this. But someone mentioned they could imagine Murayama would be the type of guy who would have sex in public places. Anyway. I see him in a handsy way, casual and sexual. He's affectionate through a physical affection way. I think every SWORD leader has their own affections.

The only time Murayama doesn't win is against Cobra. Then what will happen.. Is girl just witnesses his ass get handed to him by Cobra.

So that is another headcanon we have in common for Murayama.

Maybe? I can't say much about Takeshi as a character. Next times I'll rewatch the whole High&Low franchise, I will try paying attention to a lot of the other characters so I can have more of an opinion on them.

But I could see that happening with anyone from Nameless City. Like especially if they are in a relationship with someone who is not from a city like theirs, like they're not from Nameless City, I could imagine all the Rude Boys characters taking their dates to some new places.

i’m really dumb okay!! i just hit me during end of sky (i think?) and i was was like ‘OH! SWORDS AND DRAGONS!!’. my idiot brain was slow on the uptick.

the white rascals are white knights, they’re all ‘riding into battle’, the dragons are old and wealthy. it’s all very obvious after it clicks.

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hyuga’s got a height kink. sakyo’s the tallest of the three, and actually one of the tallest in the cast at 5’11/181cm. hyuga is just pretty short and thin so it kinda makes everyone around him look bigger.

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i know i mention murayama wanting to be friends with everyone a lot, but cobra was really going hard on trying to befriend rocky. showing up at his club and not leaving until he could talk to him, offering to help him and then saying he’ll be there if rocky needs help, then later helping him to his feet and he was fully ready to help rocky fight ranmaru if rocky hadn’t told him to go. cobra really went ‘we’re going to be friends! sword alliance!!’.

the rude boys are very family + nameless first. they respect the other groups, but they’re looking out for themselves first. i can’t imagine they’re really used to accepting or even asking for help.

oya agreed on the alliance because murayama is friend-simping for cobra.

i think hyuga had some modicum of ‘respect’ - for lack of a better word - for mugen, since they just happened to be stronger fighters and he appreciates good fighters even if he hates losing. but kuryu kicked his family out and possibly killed his brothers and also kept him in prison until they had use for him, which is worse. so i definitely think he hated kuryu more.

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it somehow feels like it takes so much longer than just watching a 30 minute episode. also the subtitles are a little ‘off’, like they were translated but then not rewritten into actual english sentences? like they were just directly translated and those are the english words that correlate, but it’s not a sentence because japanese sentence structure is different from english sentence structure? like with ‘the gun’, i’m having to rewrite sentences in my brain while watching.

naomi is serving their meals and drinks and then walking away as quickly as possible to not get infected by the stupid. y’all can stay single and complaining, she’s by gonna go hook up with a tall himbo. (a very tall himbo, i think yamato is the tallest in the cast?)

masaki is doing the most to try and flirt with women and get their attention, and he’s failing bad. meanwhile hiroto is not even trying and he’s been getting people flirting with him all day.

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iwata genuinely has such a sunshine smile. it’s so funny to see the difference between him irl and when he’s playing cobra. but yea, i need cobra to be happy. he was doing the absolute most for the sword district and taking it all on his own shoulders. let him relax and let him be happy and also maybe let him get a kiss.

short girl party~~ nobody’s above 5’4~~

honestly, i just assumed you were keeping their names close to your chest and that the colour-names were just easier to make sure they were associated with whichever gang.

it also takes me so long to pick names for my ocs, especially when it comes to japanese names and there’s so many variations of kanji meanings. i usually just dig around for specific terms i want in their names. like i wanted ‘dragon’ in ryuka/ryuko’s name, hence 竜花 ‘dragon flower’ and 竜子 ‘dragon child’; and i wanted something inspired by parkour/flying for hinami, so 飛波 ‘flying wave’. i usually use this site to look up japanese names and then put them through google translate just to check the kanji.

that’s so cool! i think her being a fashion designer is neat. like putting her own spin on pre-made outfits while she builds up to making her own clothes.

she’s definitely got a little sister vibe to hyuga and he’s protective of her (maybe even a lil overprotective). they also just. shared chaos vibes. hyuga is biting and breaking arms; ryuko is slicing people up. they both go a lil buckwild in a fight and definitely leave their mark.

she wants all the experiences she missed! just like how i didn’t recognise the fantasy motifs in high&low, i didn’t realise i’d made her such a ‘princess in a tower’ archetype until later, but she so is!

the fight actually comes later after she’s already befriended murayama (and already has a crush on him). she’s actually jumping in to defend him because the ryu faction guy shows up on ryu’s order because of how close she and murayama had gotten (and ryu’s jealous). it’s a classic trope flip. she’s defending him and he’s swooning over his protector.

she’s usually chill, but she has this internalised need to prove herself, so when a challenge pops up, she’s very serious about winning. she was abandoned due to her amputation and pitied over it, so she feels the need to prove she’s just as good - if not better - than people around her. hence her overarching desire to beat p and yu and be the fastest traceur in nameless.

ryuko + ryu 🤝 bladed weapons … except ryuko would stab him if given half the chance. all these fucked up raised-in-kuryu kids and their unhinged behaviours.

yes exactly! they get hit in the head and do a full 180 spin in the air and then the rude boy they were fighting goes ‘thanks hinami!’ and zoom in on hinami in her sniper perch with her slingshot, just ‘👍’.

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rocky’s caring and understanding, but he’s also unwilling to just let them wallow and waste away. he’s making sure they eat, making sure they shower - he’ll probably even help them wash their hair.

i saw that link! and i just !!!!! SIR YOURE ON CAMERA!!! but also 👀👀👀 i see u.

murayama is handsy handsy handsy. definitely not hands-off in any way. he’s grabby, he’s picking up his gf to sit her on his lap, he’s got hands everywhere when they’re making out.

none of this takeshi stuff has evidence in canon (probably. i also need to immediately rewatch h&l), i am intuiting it. i just know him asfhkljjkl

i also got sleeping headcanons i forgot to mention yesterday. these are very ryuko/murayama + hinami/takeshi biased tho. because i love them.

so murayama enjoys cuddling, but only until he actually falls into a deep sleep and then he’s a starfish. he’s all kicked out, the blankets are half-on, half-off, he’s probably snoring at least a lil, he moves around a lot when he’s not sleeping well but otherwise sleeps like a rock. this works out fine for ryuko though because she sleeps in the most tucked-in zero-space-taking fetal position possible.

takeshi is also a cuddler, but he needs the pressure of another person on or near him to sleep well (this man needs a weighted blanket). when he was a kid, he and p - and some nights hinami too - dogpiled on each other while they slept. when he and nami eventually get together, he sleeps on his back and she’s half-lying on top of him, her head on his chest because the sound of him breathing and his heartbeat help her sleep. they’re very tangled up in each other.

also bonus oc ship specific headcanons:

murayama likes giving ryuko piggyback rides. she’s like ~9 inches shorter than him so she’s easy to pick up. also when they’re riding on his bike, he sometimes speeds up randomly to make her hold onto him tighter.

takeshi and hinami have matching friendship bracelets. hinami made them when they were in their midteens. teen takeshi was a lil embarrassed because it’s kinda a girly thing to do but he still wore it because it was from hinami and he was crushing on her. adult takeshi wears it because it’s a treasure to him and he’ll sometimes fiddle with the knotted part of the strings, but it’s a little hidden between all his other bracelets and cuffs and things. hinami still wears her’s too obvi, bc she’s in love with him he’s her best friend