#Maybe with the new baby it'll be a different story

[masquenoire]

Hey everybody, sorry to have been so quiet lately! Nothing too horrible going on, I assure you but between cleaning an entire house from top to bottom, starting overnight shifts early, setting up a biiiig snake vivarium and getting a new baby to love and care for, it didn't leave much time for writing but now things are settling down! Officially starting overnights tonight and not... you know, Tuesday, but things are as good as they are busy! Hoping to start somewhere tomorrow inbox-wise after a GOOD sleep now that the nerve-wracking part of installing a gigantic vivarium is done for now!

[richeeduvie]

hey👋 😊🤗

where’s wedding bells pt.2 😠😾🔫

Wedding Bells (Part Two)

Stewy H. x Reader, Roman R. x Reader (complicated), Kendall R x Reader (minor, minor as in what Baby was when she was groomed by him) here yall go damn!! (jk it's been long overdue after my failures I love u guys)

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PART ONE (OUT OF FIVE), AUTHOR MASTERLIST After assuring Roman that Stewy being your date was nothing but a platonic necessity for Shiv's wedding, the start of the night has decided on proving you wrong. It's much to your dismay...maybe not so much Stewy's (for the most part), but most certainly Kendall's. Knowing the aspects of the "DogandBone!AU" do help add content to both parts of this story, but you do not need to read anything prior to understand it. If you would like to, you can go onto my masterlist linked and browse through the masterlists/content of my succession characters. All are content for DAB!AU. Or you can simply search up the tag. (Stewy's POV next!)

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The ceremony was beautiful, vows mandated. Knowing Tom as your technical boss, you're sure he wanted to say something from the heart. Knowing Shiv...Shiv, Shiv, your only girl friend Shiv...you know she wouldn't have that.

Roman took to looking bored next to Tabitha. You caught him making quips to her and you hate to wonder what he was saying, if he'd tell you the same things if you were his date.

Or maybe there's just some different with you that you wouldn't get the default comments out of Roman. Something just for you.

Maybe that's true for the past, before Tabitha and the now. You hate to think that, you think to not be over it already - you were asking Roman the what ifs of finding someone for you and you've got nothing to show for being ready to find that someone. That not-Roman.

Almost. Not really. No, you won't say you do have something to show for you. That something being taking looks at Stewy in the aisles.

Feeling your heart skip when he caught you taking those looks.

You were to not figure what the fuck Stewy was thinking at your stares when you were supposed to be gooey-goo over the new marriage of your friend. You were and are to not think about the way he met your eyes. You were to not notice the way Roman's head quickly, curtly snapped to follow where you were looking.

And now it's time for pictures!

"Has new, tanner dick brought you cause to lie to me?"

Roman kicks the grass, cut and too green underneath the both of you. What he's wearing isn't much different than his suits day to day at Waystar, but he looks nice. You don't know how to feel about how you don't feel the warm roll throughout your body at the sight of him handsome. Like he's not your boyfriend anymore.

He never was, he wasn't ever anything but the only person you've ever been in love with. Felt your loins on fire for, if you want to be gross about it.

You tilt your head.

"What?"

They're flashing pictures of just the bride and groom and it leaves Roman to whine to you on the sidelines. Stewy...in fact him and Kendall are nowhere to be found. You just know it's got something to do with whatever will ruin this family again. It'll be by tonight and forgiven in two weeks. At least the way you've grown into Roman over the years isn't something of a complete waste, you get understand the family you're working for for the rest of fucking time. Life.

Frank waves to you, you wave back.

"Ow! What the fuck?"

Roman's slapped your hand down mid-wave.

"You told me you just needed a date and you were too stupid to go with the obvious three-way Tabitha and I offered. Okay. I accepted that like I wasn't being fucked, but then you're fucking Stewy with your eyes, opening legs with your irises at my sister's wedding. Bridesmaid gangbang."

"...Are the bridesmaids gangbanging Stewy?"

Roman's brows are perpetually down, nose flared. You've shat on the grass, basically. The joke's bombed.

"You. Stewy...and his of color cock and his smarmy eyes. You think you can find out the number to his shaft shade by now? With all the times you've-"

Your eyes dart to where his fist opens and closes, then to where his neck rolls and head jolts. It's like a visual cough.

"Jesus Christ, you know what? Let me just not quip bullshit, I can be serious. I think I deserve that, maybe?" He sniffs.

And there it is...or there it isn't. No automatic, instinctual rush to comfort Roman and hold him or punish his insecurities with teases or insults punchier than his. Nothing.

Because you see Stewy coming up behind him.

You've always noticed he holds himself well, ever since you were younger. But now...no.

But then, you look into Roman's eyes, brown - facing rejection or no-care he's always so sure of. You sigh.

There it is. The rush.

Roman leans into your palm on his bicep.

"I'm going to ask if you've been keeping track of how many times you've ridden him. Or he's ridden you. You've taken to American Paint Horses."

"...When the fuck did you know pony breeds?"

"When you started fucking the brown kind."

Jesus. Roman.

"Roman! Fucking cool it. You're being...like, racist. Cartoonishly racist over something that you've made up in your head."

"It's not racist. Stewy's brown. Shocker. You went from me, not brown, to him. That's a fact. I didn't press negatives onto the color of his cock or our cultural differences in...fetishes."

Roman blinks, he turns to Stewy smiling at you before he's talking to Kendall.

"And did I make it up? Really."

You blink. You sigh.

It just slips out.

"You went from me to Tabitha. Should I whine?"

The words already leave a bad taste in your mouth once they leave it. They're not even particularly jealous-sounding, it's more of a casual tease to bite Roman and his hypocrisy. Still, it reeks on your tongue - it's a gag of admittance and by Roman's smug fucking face, you know he knows it too.

It's a slow growing smugness, too. First it's comprehension of what you said in the first place, then it's realization - life breathed onto his face.

Complete satisfaction.

....She still likes me. Wants me. Fuck it, knew it. Her vagina cares enough to be jealous. Knew it, knew it. Knew it. Thank God, I thought I was fucking done for and ready to be shot out back.

"I'm joking, but it's also a genuine question...because you're doing that over something you're making up in your head, Rom."

Roman puts his hands on his hips, lips pursing out.

"I just question the stares, you baby. That's all I'm doing. It's fair, they were like - fucky eyes."

No.

You don't know what they were.

"No. They weren't. And I-"

"Okay, now the family together!"

You turn to the photographer, Roman doesn't.

"I don't think you get to think over who I stare at, may-"

"Fuck you. Of course I do. I don't deny you from commenting on Tab's love for me as a result of pussy envy. I don't. I won't...and we..."

Roman turns to his family gathering, Shiv's blinking quick at him. It's like she's cursing at him to hurry the fuck up. He turns back.

"We can talk about it. Past the bullshit."

...Really?

"Really?"

The word on your tongue is more sarcastic than it is in your head. And there, in the pause...it's like Roman's pulling back from the openness of himself. Taking what he's put out away.

"Me and Tabitha and you...sure."

"...Mm. Shiv's waiting for you."

"Like, do I have to stop playing bits here and be fun for you to actually still have fun with me-"

"Roman, hurry the fuck up, dude! Seriously."

"Cool it! I don't care that it's your wedding, Shivy Ginge. I'll set fire to your minge."

He taps into his British roots there before he's off. Not before he kisses your knuckles, though.

"I just fucking miss you, weirdo. I want conversations. I just...I don't like...do things in spite - not towards you, even though you're being fucking weird. I don't make wounds and shove my dick into them as a gotcha."

It's said as he moves off. They take photos - the Roys...your Roys. You smile at Kendall when he smiles at you. Your thumb rubs your knuckle, you won't think about his kiss.

"Tabitha, just get it here."

But you don't think anything at all when they let Tabitha into the frame. It's easy for her. Rightfully so, but it's on your skin on a knife and you don't feel that's right.

But you don't feel it go away.

It hits you like the first time you cried as a child. It's a childish hurt and you can't make it go away as you watch the camera flash and Roys and Tabitha smile, as they bring Rava into the picture taking. Rightfully so.

It's a nail in the coffin, the confirmation what Roman has with Tabitha is real.

Your love, it still here thumping at your heart, is not.

Why are you about to cry?

"Hey, you."

You turn to the dark-haired, clean bearded man at your side. His knowing but soft voice.

"Hey, Stewy."

"What's with the glossy eyes?"

The burning is against the sudden, unwanted warmth you feel. You don't want to feel warmth at how Stewy's so close to you. You've been close to him before and nothing - nothing like what you feel with Roman.

But here, everything with what you feel with Roman. Maybe something new, something giddy that differs because Stewy isn't Roman, he's Stewy. He exists differently.

And now Roman exists away from you.

"Weddings, you know?"

Stewy smiles thin, brown eyes light.

"...Yeah. No. But even if it was yeah...I don't think it'd be Mr. and Mrs. Wambsgans getting me leaky. How's your legs from your formal-attire workout."

"...Upright planking?"

"Exactly."

You are sore. "It was a workout. At least I didn't have to listen to DIY vows. That would've been the real challenge."

Stewy leans you. You try not to breathe, you don't know why.

"I don't know, I think it'd be fun to see a Roy attempt romantics in public. Do you remember Ken's wedding with Rava?"

Yes. You won't be mean in your thoughts, genuinely.

"Yeah. The singing during the dinner was cute, I'm glad he chose to put that stunt there instead of the altar."

Stewy puts his hands in his pockets.

"Isn't that fucking right." His voice is warm, almost teasing - well...always teasing, even if the conversation is genuine. You know him well enough to know he's not fucking with you, laughing at you in the bore of small talk. It's just how he talks.

You also know him well enough to know his cologne is wearing off.

"You're not going to join the happy family photoshoot?"

"No. Have no reason to."

You and him haven't been facing each other in your talk, eyes to the Roy family with Tabitha and Rava as the reception beings to bustle inside.

You wonder if Stewy feels the tension too. If you're crazy - if you're childish for thinking he does or if you're both for feeling it yourself in the first place.

"That's a same, you're basically a fifth child. Which makes whatever you had with Roman incested. Which makes it less hot. I know, I'm weird, not...illegally weird, though. For the most part...so, the honorary incest is not hot, now that I think of it."

Stewy takes his hand out of his pocket. You see it out of the corner of your eye and you feel his touch on your back a couple seconds after.

You don't see how he pauses, you couldn't know how he thinks about how this touch is going to feel on his skin.

What the fuck happened, man? What happened that now things are...fucking coiling inside him. Like he's a boy - or no. Gross, cartoonish to describe it like...now it's just different with you. What fucking happened?"

Stewy smiles.

"You're perfume is disappearing on us. I don't want to be sniffing up on your sweat follicles while we're dancing, princess."

You shiver.

Why the fuck are you on fire in the best way possible?

"What a bore, right? Let's get inside."

Shiv fixes the waist of her dress.

"Yeah, honey. Photos are a bore, but important for our memoralization of our love...tonight, right? And I think we're supposed to let everyone go in first before we come crashing as bride and groom."

Photos are done. Everyone separates and even in the fire, you look to see if Roman's watching the flames. And....

Of course he is. But then you realize that you didn't tell Kendall that Stewy's your date. You didn't think you had to, but his eyes catching to where his best friend holds you is where you remember that yeah, Stewy's his best friend. The only reason why you know Stewy is because he's Kendall's best friend that he introduced when you were 14. You'll give him more leeway than you give to Roman. Even though it's still a date you needed, it must be weird for Kendall to see without context.

"I think you looked very beautiful up there."

You turn to Stewy, heart beating quick. Too quick for you to judge yourself for it.

"For Shiv's sake, I won't say you outdid her but...you were the closest bridesmaid to doing the out."

You smile to break away from that tension - between him and between how Kendall's hand drops from Rava's waist, how his eyes blink low from afar.

"You were examining all of us up there to figure that out?"

It's a joke you think warrants another smarmy-charming reply.

But all Stewy does is just hold his head up with something....serious along his face. Nothing under a tease, just eyes not blinking before he looks to the grass.

"No."

You can't stop your smile from falling before the photographer comes up to the both of you.

"Hey, you two want a photo? Cute couple."

"Oh, we're jus-"

"Sure. Have at us."

Stewy says it as charming as he says everything before he pulls you close by the waist.

"Oh, I can smell you better now. Smile, princess."

You do with every roll of fire on your skin. Your stomach turns over.

Maybe it's not childish...it's just new, it's just how you feel. What you hate is that you do, that it's Stewy. You have a right to new people, a new person to feel like this for...but not Stewy.

But it is, for some strange, new reason.

The camera shutters on you and him.

"Can I kiss you? It'll be modest. Cheeky."

It doesn't take you more than two seconds for it to slip out.

"...Sure. Yeah."

"Alright, yeah."

Stewy says it quietly before he kisses your cheek.

Oh, God.

The camera shutter, you might be...shuddering. You smile anyway. The photographer smiles too.

"Alright, make sure to catch the bouquet!"

They walk off and Stewy doesn't let go of you. You realize that he was holding it before the photographer came up for photos.

...Just breathe, just breathe.

And you do, Stewy's face doesn't stop you from breathing, you're able to breathe into it. Because of it - suddenly.

With his smile, with his smile.

...Maybe you'll indulge, maybe you have been indulging.

"I-"

You were going to, just before there's the sound of immense gagging. Vomiting.

"Fuck!"

"Rome?"

"Roman? What the fuck?"

Stewy turns to the commotion, brows rising up.

"Oh...oh. Fuck. That's disgusting."

It's Roman puking chunks onto the grass. Tabitha stands over him, complete ohs and rightful confusion on now knowing what to do. His father, Logan just looks completely disappointed.

Roman's hunches over. He's holding his head in what you know to be complete pain.

What the fuck?

"Roman?"

Of course, he doesn't answer you. You go to go up to him, but there's a hand on yours.

"I think we can go inside. Roman's vomit breath will meet us there, it looks like he's got enough people to check on him and his insides."

"I don't th-"

Even after everything, or because of everything, you still try and go to Roman. But Tabitha's hands rubbing his back stop you.

It takes the breath out of you.

Yeah, it's just...he'll meet you inside. Roman's got comfort, he decided it wouldn't be you and that'll stop hurting.

Roman will stop hurting a lot easier than you, you're sure. It'll be okay, you've got the rest of your life to take his insults of tonight.

"Okay, yeah. Let's go."

You hear the last of the gags as you and Stewy head inside to the start of the reception.

"I think they got my favorite desert, actually. I don't know how. If I'm feeling sultry and you're feeling consensual, I'll fork it into your mouth for you to try."

"...Sounds sultry. Okay"

You neither lean or move away from his hand on the small of your back. You let him pick something out of your hair.

"Roman, what the fuck? You okay, bro?"

"That was...you okay, son?"

You won't catch how Roman can't catch his breath. He can't recover. He can't come up from his knees. He actually lowers.

Tabitha's hands feels like bees, unfuckingfortunately. Roman crawls away and jolts at her palm finding him again.

"Stop! Just- it's fine. Stop. Sorry, sorry, Tab's. Dad, I'm good. I'm-"

He hacks. He can't breathe.

He knows why he can't breathe, but where are you? Where are the hands that actually feel like life digging back into his lungs?

Roman looks up.

What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?

Where are you?

"Roma-"

Whoever's talking to him gets interrupted by more vomiting. He's choking on it.

"Oh fucking Christ. I'm going, I'm going inside, Pinky. Someone get him water. Absolutely disgusting."

He would say he doesn't know what he did, but he does. He just doesn't...but he's sorry.

Where did you go? Why don't you come back?

"Roman, baby-"

"Don't fuckin-I said! I said stop. Sorry, you'll touch me later. I'm sorry."

He really fucking is, but someone else will be. If Roman sees Stewy in there...the bullet in Roman's head will be his to blame. That'll make him feel better.

Roman wipes his mouth, his eyes. He sniffles.

"Are you cry-"

"No! Tabitha, stop! Shiv - go get banged, it's your wedding day."

He can feel eyes. So, he's right. Staring does mean things.

"Fuck off!"

[songbirdseung]

photobooth / sim jaeyun

synopsis: take a picture, it'll last longer

pairing: college students jake x reader, strangers, campus crush

warnings: none?? maybe college?? lol, lmk if i missed anything

wc: 1k

Sitting outside, eating lunch with your friends in one of the park-like areas of your university was a common occurrence. But today was different. Today, you caught a glimpse of the new foreign exchange student from South Korea.

You were the friend who was always single, the one who constantly complained about being alone but never really ventured outside the house. You never made the effort to ask anyone out. Yet, something inside you compelled you to get up from your picnic blanket and approach the attractive stranger.

"Your soup is going to get cold, YN. What are you even looking at?" Yuna asked, trying to match your line of sight. Eventually, her eyes landed on the man sitting on a bench. "Oh, Jake. I see."

"Jake? You know him?" you asked. Yuna nodded and explained that he was in her science class. He was known to be a smart guy, originally from South Korea but also from Australia. You looked back at where Jake had been sitting, but the bench was now empty.

"Awh, is little baby YN finally falling for someone?" Sunghoon teased.

Ever since that day, you had a new endeavor: to find or at least catch a glimpse of Jake every day. Whenever you got out of class early, you would rush to Yuna's science class, knowing Jake would be there. Naturally, your friends teased you, calling you obsessive and a stalker. Unbeknownst to you, you weren't very discreet because Jake had definitely noticed your love-filled stares, thanks in part to his friend, Jay.

"Do you know her?" Jay asked one day while he and Jake were playing soccer with other people. Jay had noticed a girl sitting in the bleachers with her friend. That girl was you, and you had convinced Yuna to watch Jake practice.

"Don't forget about me when you start dating him," Yuna nudged you playfully.

"Oh, please. Like you didn't avoid me for a week when you started dating Sunghoon," you retorted with a grin. As you both playfully argued, Jake paused, took a good look at you, and shook his head at Jay.

"This is actually the first time I've seen her," Jake admitted.

A week later, there you were again at Jake's practice, but this time you were by yourself. Deep down, you knew you were being kind of creepy and weird, but having a crush makes you do the strangest things. Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t pay much attention to the game, simply spacing out until the very end of the practice. You snapped out of it only when Jake made his way towards you, his Aussie accent pulling you back to reality.

"Hey, space cadet!" Jake called out with a grin, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

Startled, you blinked and looked up at him. "Oh, hi. Sorry, I was just… thinking."

"Thinking, huh?" Jake laughed. "Must have been some deep thoughts. I'm Jake, by the way."

"Yeah, I know," you replied nervously. "I'm YN."

"Nice to officially meet you, YN," he said, extending his hand. After you shook it, he continued, "So, I’ve noticed you’ve been around a lot lately. Do you always come to watch soccer practice, or am I just that interesting?"

You blushed, trying to find the right words. "Well, um, maybe a bit of both?"

Jake chuckled. "Don’t worry, I’m just teasing. Jay told me you’ve got a bit of a crush on me."

You felt your face heat up even more. "He did, did he? That’s… embarrassing."

"Not really," Jake said with a smile. "It’s kind of cute, actually. So, tell me more about yourself. What’s your major?"

As you both started talking, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You found yourselves laughing and sharing stories, and it felt like an instant spark, as if you had known each other your whole lives.

"You know," Jake said after a while, "I feel like we’ve been friends forever. This is nice."

"Yeah," you agreed, smiling. "It really is."

Over the next few weeks, your friendship with Jake grew stronger. You found yourselves hanging out more often, whether it was grabbing coffee after classes, studying together in the library, or just chatting about life.

One afternoon, as you were both sitting under a large oak tree on campus, Jake turned to you with a smile. "So, YN, tell me something I don't know about you yet."

You thought for a moment, then grinned. "I can play the guitar. Not many people know that about me."

"Really? That's awesome!" Jake exclaimed. "You have to play for me sometime."

"Only if you promise not to laugh if I mess up," you said, nudging him playfully.

"I promise," Jake said, raising his hand as if taking an oath.

Another day, you both decided to go for a hike in the nearby hills. As you reached the top, the view took your breath away. Standing side by side, you both admired the scenery in comfortable silence.

"It's beautiful up here," you said softly.

"Yeah, it is," Jake replied, looking at you instead of the view. "Thanks for suggesting this."

"No problem," you said, feeling a warm blush rise to your cheeks. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

As the days turned into weeks, Jake became a constant presence in your life. One evening, after a particularly grueling study session, Jake looked at you and said, "You know, I really appreciate having you around. You make everything more fun."

"Thanks, Jake," you replied, smiling. "I feel the same way."

One night, while sitting on a bench after a late-night coffee run, Jake turned to you with a serious expression. "YN, I've been thinking… We've become really close, and I don't want to ruin our friendship, but I feel like there's something more here. Do you feel it too?"

Your heart raced as you met his gaze. "I do, Jake. I’ve felt it for a while now."

He smiled, reaching out to take your hand. "So, what do you say we give this a shot? See where it goes?"

You squeezed his hand gently, feeling a surge of happiness. "I'd like that a lot."

From that moment on, your relationship with Jake blossomed into something even more special. The bond you shared, built on a foundation of friendship, grew stronger with each passing day.

[ellieslittleburrow]

The reader is Jensen's 15-16 year old daughter whose mother abandoned her when she was a baby. When Jensen marries Danneel, Danneel becomes a mother to her. However, in the present day, she worries that she will be abandoned by Danneel and begins to have nightmares. The reader then explains this concern to her mother and father or uncle Jared.

Warnings : family fight, fear of abandonment.

A/N : when given multiple choices, choose all of them hehe. Enjoiiiiiiiiiii ❣️

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"Mornin' honey!"

Danneel, is she really abandoning you or are you just obsessing over the idea?..Not sure.

For the past few weeks, you've been obsessing over that question-and the more time goes by, the louder your brain screams it and the heavier it weighs on your shoulders.

"Hey, sweetheart"

You instantly recognize the voice and turn around. "Uncle Jared-Hii-It's been a while!" Enthusiasm fills your voice and Jared spreads his arms wide for you to jump into. "How are you doing?"

"I've been swamped with work, how've you been, honey?"

How i've been? The words somehow snap you back to your own reality, and all that enthusiasm almost fully melts and you're about to be zone out again when your dad speaks.

"What about me, why do i not get a hug?" He continues. "You know that these days, i talk to her a lot less than i do when i'm elsewhere in the world. Comes morning and wooosh." He swings his hand like a bat. "She's gone." Your dad grabs ahold of your head and ruffles your hair, causing you to roll your eyes, hauling your head away with more force than you would've liked.

"Maybe she's got a new boooooyfriend or someone that she needs to spend time with, huh." Jared smirks, saving you from what was to come.

You tug your hands into your pocket. "Childish. And maybe she does." You raise your eyebrows. "And today's no different-"

"uh-"

Your uncle's eyes turn wide, and you slowly step back. "Sorry uncle Jared." You shrug your shoulders, turning on your heels.

"But-i had so many plans for us."

"Sooooorry." And as you wave them goodbye and close the door behind you, your heart stings. You miss your uncle to death, it's been a while since the last you saw him, and whenever you do, it's the best day ever for you. You watch movies, tell stories, ask for advice, cook.

But you can't do that today, that thing with Danneel hangs heavy in your heart and you feel that- it'll be too obvious, in your eyes, in your voice, everything. So you halfheartedly choose to go. Whatever, right? Uncle Jared can come back another day.

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Back in your neighborhood, you snoop around the house, looking for your uncle's car, which turns out not to be there. You exhale a breath. Good. Now you can enter the house-small talk-pretend like you have to call your best friend and fly away.

But when as you opened the door to the house, laughter and noise fill the room, causing your heart to sink to your stomach

"Oh-finally. I'm honored to finally be good enough for her." You recognize your father's sarcastic tone and all you can do is puff. As you round a corner to the kitchen, you force a smile, readying yourself to pretend.

"Hi, honey." Danneel smiles and you smile back at her.

"Hey! Uncle Jared-where's your car?" You go straight to the point, surprising everyone and given the looks on your parents faces, it's not the good kind of surprise.

"it-uhhhh...it-your dad drove me here."

"Oh." You say. "Okay." The words are so blank you find yourself crossing your arms over your chest. Who are you protecting yourself from? Yourself?

"What's it with you these days, kid?" Your father takes on a slightly aggressive tone, one you hear very rarely, causing you to step back a discreet bit. "You don't spend time with us anymore, you don't eat with us-" He pauses for an aggressive second. "Don't think we didn't notice you staying up all night."

You sigh and gradually, your thoughts are louder than external noise. You would do all those things, it's not like you hate them. But-but-it's your mom. It's Danneel. She might be on her way out of your life, and how's that going to affect you? Has she thought about what that would do to you? She might be leaving. She might leave at any moment, in fact, she might be thinking about that right now.

"You know we work-right." Your father's bitter voice yanks you back to life and you realize-your eyes are stinging.

"Danneel could be gone for months and this is what you do about it-"

Those words burn at your soul, casting a even more worried look on your face.

"Jensen, calm down." Danneel butts in but that worry had already melted into anger.

"OH I BET SHE CAN'T WAIT TO LEAVE. JUST LIKE THE OTHER ONE DID."

A mixture of your name-in a growling raging voice- and a gasp coming from Danneel is all you hear as you sprint upstairs to your room. You kick the door closed and sit on the bed. What have i done what have i done-She deserved it-She will leave-but what if-

"Sweetie-"

A gasp fills the room as fear sets in.

"it's uncle Jared. I'm coming in, okay?"

Your shoulders slouch in relief. And as soon as your uncle enters the room, tears start streaming down your face.

As Jared sits beside you, he places his hand on your back, swinging left and right in the gentlest manner. "What...What was that all about, y/n?" He sounds hesitant but he proceeds. "You know all that wasn't true, none of it-"

You shrug. Because you don't know!!!! You don't know if it's true or not. "I just...I....I-" You burst into tears. "I don't know anything, uncle Jared, i don't know anything anymore."

"Well...Would you be willing to discuss your not knowing with your mom and dad?"

You shrug, leaning back on the bed to snatch a pillow and bring it over your thighs and in the meantime, your uncle leaves the room and a few moments later, your parents are there.

You lower your head down in shame. "It's not that i'm staying up all night, dad..I just can't sleep." You start just as they come in the room.

"Well-is that why you're actin-"

"NO."

"Then wh-what was that, baby?" Your dad seems to have calmed down. And you thank god for that.

You'd shrug once more but that wouldn't do much this time, so you breathe in and speak. "I....I'm scared." You bring the pillow to your chest.

"Of what?"

"Mo-Danneel...leaving"

Danneel sighs before you get to finish your sentence. "Where'd you get this from, honey? Why would you think that?"

Why would i think that? You scoff. "Well-" You whip your head to the side, locking eyes. "My real mom left, why wouldn't you?"

Danneel jerks her head back in surprise, replying with a finger to her eyebrow-to calm herself down. "Honey-Uh-Honey i would never." A thread of pain runs through her voice. And swiftly, she steps off the bed and kneels in front of you. You startle but-You don't show it.

"I wouldn't do that to you-Look me in the eyes, y/n" she commands in the softest tone and your eyes meet hers. "I love you I love you. I would never be able to live without you honey i would nnnnever."

Tears pool at your eyes again and you're in no state of mind to control yourself. "You mean that?" You ask, sniffing to stop the snot from running down your nose.

"I absolutely do!" Her voice is unshakably certain, resulting in the emergence of a tiny smile on your face. "I'm staying here- i'm not going anywhere. I promise you." She rests her hand on top of yours. "Okay?!"

You need a moment to let it all sink in, so you just keep quiet.

"Okay?" But Danneel breaks the silence, insisting on an answer.

And you do believe her-It's not like you don't! You very much do. So you do answer.

"Okay."

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Hope you peeps enjoyed this! See ya 🥀🥀🥀🖤🖤🖤

[mikodrawnnarratives]

I just remembered a project I worked on for a while in like 2021 (maybe 2020) and it had a LOT of akumatized marinette's

That was the idea behind the whole thing but man I did one by one and found some of the most obscure akumatized marinette au's

Sooooo I'm dragging these drawings up from the ashes and maybe it'll be a nice surprise for some of y'all to see

yall got ✨fanart✨

and possibly reminded of miraculous ladybug HA

usually these were done on different canvas's (that were like 250x250) and then just... copied onto a larger canvas??? Mistakes were made and I was insane

A handful of these akumanette's were actually made by me cause apparently... roughly 18 other marinette's wasn't enough

Click for quality and this is a long post

First of all, shoutouts to my own akuma abominations creations.

First image, the ladybug with the red long hair? yeah the idea was the akuma bug seen in canon in like, s2 (also shown next to her) but updated for the new look in s4. Vry original we'll give it a 6/10

I don't remember too much for the middle one that is slightly dimmer. Though I do remember that was the kind of IDEA behind her. She's also holding a knife cause of course. Why have magical powers to kill people when you can harness the power of K N I F E 7/10

I remember a little more about the jester marinette in the back. She had a whole thing with medieval research, jester research, and she also wanted to stab Lila cause everyone wanted to stab lila at the time. 9/10 cause I had a fun time with her

Then the robinhood poster mari was a robin hood akuma mari. 3/10 not original

NEXT

Slightly canon to downright canon

Ladyblanc was a popular akumanette idea so slightly canon, I didn't base it off of anyone's au

Ladybug and Marinette are there because what's the fun of a crossover if the og doesn't get to panic along with the rest of them????

Last image, not talking about persecuter, we'll get to her in a bit. I just thought it would be funny at the time if I included Chloe and Antibug cause... haha

Antibug is kinda an akumatized lb rip off soooo

OTHER'S AU'S

what you've been waiting for

Thank god I kept track of credit (pats past me on the back)

First of all, at the very front we got @zoe-oneesama 's devil au that made an updated appearance in her scarlet lady au, love to see it

You'll also notice little devil bug on lb's knee in the sketch

Alopeka is to the left of Devil au, by @piearsonist

hi betcha you never would have guessed you got FANARTED HA

This is a post that explains that akumatized marinette, and you'll find more if you go to her page

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND

Princess justice at the right by @kibouwmlb (also, hello hi, surprise) and honestly it is SUCH a pretty design OMYWORD I love the watercolors

Twiddling her thumbs, minding her business. Remember the release of Descendants 3? Yeah, Queen of Mean baby. And MORE by @shiinaeu hi you are a legend to me

This was so fun to draw at the time and I was experimenting in ways I hadn't before. Peak youtube miraculous ladybug fixation meeting art interest. First one of the characters I did fun fact

@edendaphne betcha you didn't expect fanart of that one scorpion akumanette well THINK AGAIN (also, crazy that this was around when I did your dtiys I just realized, huh)

ANd then slightly more obscure, though the post does have 173 ish notes so, is @skullqueensart 's akumanette right here

Why does akumanette have sunken cheeks here? I have no clue honestly. Take it up with me from 3 years ago and maybe you'll get answers who knows. She's also just... chilling. Looking at nothing. Into the abyss.

Not now chloe's, we are discussing persecutor now.

Love the story idea honestly and the akuma design is so god tier AKUMA that oof @yiprincessart I love it

Oh uh, and chloe will be fine

:)

CAN👏I👏 TALK👏 ABOUT👏 HER

She is the moment, she is beauty, she is grace

@artist-from-outersp-ace I love her. She looks so SO pretty!! At the time I loved your artstyle and I still do!! Too bad at the time I didn't know that Tumblr works by reblogging. I will be amending that.

I also remember being SO frustrated when drawing her that I didn't get a timelapse saved in time to show the drawing process :(

But I did love figuring out folds in the dress and the coloring process! Figuring out how to replicate elements in your art!

srs guys. Look at the RUFFLES

Alright, we are all agreeing to be accomplices and bystanders to Akuma jester marinette's NOT MURDER murder of Lila in the background? Okay good.

@lunian I have fanart for you~

And when I tell you I struggled with her design, I STRUGGLED. I ended up satisfied in the end but the curls bro, we lost the curls

But I do love her concepts and powers and I did back then too

And next to her, Okay, I never fully finished, mostly because I couldn't figure out how to get the hand to work with the tray balance thingie

@ladybub made this Lady Justice design and I WILL BE THERE when the comic updates. Or... if they aren't able to continue the comic that's also fine too <3 Life happens

Still love this au and the unique way for Marinette to get akumatized! Me and my sister bonded over our love over it!

I think this might be the first akumanette that isn't on tumblr to my knowledge. They are on Instagram tho @stivenwithani

Anyway I really liked the concept and the design just, reeked, of akuma that I included her

Okay more that I didn't really finish

We got another Princess/Lady Justice akuma idea at the left. Which I never kept track of the credit DANG IT I WAS DOING SO WELL

I'll update if I find the credit but man the OG did really well with the art.

And I have this akumanette comforting Lacrima from... a very graphic and whump fanfic Longest Night, read the tags

Anyway, Lacrima needs all the love she can get (also, funny enough, is the oldest out of this "gathering" of akumanette's)

It's not finished but hey @p-artsypants I gave angst ridden Lady Lacrima friends and fanart so.... yay...

AND THEN THE LAST ONE

was victim to so much reposting I could never find credit for it- UNTIL NOW

but the artist unfortunately deactivated their blog so that explains why I couldn't find their username all that time ago

It was a cool idea and I always love when creators take inspiration from how similar Marinette's name is to another word for a kind of puppet "Marionette"

But before I forget, I'll end this post on one of my akumanette's that I tried to squeeze in but never got to. But I did make more art for and I remember the story!

I remember having a background planned but I never really got around to it. Basically the story was that marinette got akumatized but managed to take off her earrings in time. I think the reason for her akumatization was connected to figuring out the secrets that Emilie had been hiding with the peacock miraculous (BEFORE we knew that adrien was a sentimonster).

Tikki had to bring the earrings to Chat Noir and he had to find someone that looked ENOUGH like Ladybug that Hawkmoth wouldn't notice as much that Ladybug wasn't actually there. Enter Mireille cause at the time a few people were pointing out how similar she looked to the dupain chengs.

Akumanette's powers had something to do with casting depression? I think? In the form of dragons? Oh, Also she travels by walking on the dragons so thats cool

I don't remember everything but I did have a lot planned for her.

10/10 just because I had a fun time with her

[ayyy-pee]

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

WC: 1.5k

Summary: You and Suguru get a little adventurous in the bedroom one night.

Story Warning: Smut, Oral, Ass Eating (SUGURU'S) WOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO, Male Masturbation, Cumshots, Profanity because I am who I am, Ass Play??

AN: i literally don't know why i did this lmfaooooooo it's just a short lil drabble i HAD to get out of my system, so hope you enjoyyyy

"Relax, baby. I got you," your boyfriend coos softly.

Despite the reassurances from your boyfriend, you did not relax. Instead, your breathing quickens, your heart pounds harder, your arms tremble as the weight of your body seems to get heavier and heavier.

"Suguru...I don't know about this..."

"Don't know about what, baby?"

"This..." you motion behind you, waving your hand in the air. "You doing…” Another wave, “that..." of your hand, and Suguru chuckles...from behind you.

Currently, you're naked. He's naked. You're both fucking naked on the floor, bodies slick with sweat from your last round of love making. Now you’re bent over on all fours, ass in the air with Suguru's large hands palming your ass, preparing to try something you’ve never done before. 

You know exactly how you got here. You could've been asleep now, snuggled into your boyfriend and snoozing comfortably.

But nooooooooooooooooo.

For some reason, when Suguru turned to pull you into his chest so you could settle in for the night, your horny little thoughts spilled from your mouth like a dam burst open.

"Wanna eat my ass?"

And Suguru, who was halfway to dreamland's, eyes snapped open.

"...Pardon?"

"Eat my ass, babe. Then let's do anal," you giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I've never done it before. Want you to be my first time."

Against your thigh, you could feel Suguru's cock stir.

"R-right now?"

"I mean, yeah…Right now."

And now you're bent over in front of your boyfriend, heart thundering behind your ribs in anticipation.

"It'll probably feel a little weird at first, but...you might like it..."

You nod quickly. "Okay...okay, just do it."

“If you don’t like it, we can stop.”

You nod again.

With your approval, Suguru gently spreads your cheeks, hissing when he sees your little hole puckered and waiting for him.

"Oh...baby, you look so good like this," he sighs, leaning forward and pressing a kiss so lightly to your hole, you barely feel it. But what you do feel is enough to make you yelp and pull away from Suguru’s pursed lips.

"I can't! I can't do it.” You shake your head, ass inadvertently shaking enticingly in Suguru’s face. “Maybe another time. But definitely not tonight." 

"Baby..." Suguru whines. He was really looking forward to trying this with you. Something different, something new. Your sex was always good, but this was uncharted territory and Suguru was ready to explore it with you.

"Nope! I just don't think I'm ready for that. I'm sorry babe, but you gotta understand. I mean, it's not like it's me eating your ass."

A drawn out pause. A long sip, if you will.

Complete silence.

A staredown.

"I'd be open to it," Suguru voices, shrugging, a smirk playing on his lips.

Eyes wide, you inhale deeply, turning from your position to sit and look at your boyfriend.

"...Pardon?"

"Yeah, I'd let you eat my ass if you wanted." He pinches his chin between his thumb and forefingers, eyes staring up at the ceiling as he makes his case. "I've never thought about it before, but I guess I could be into it. Satoru says it's life changing. At least when Nanami does it to him."

You stare your boyfriend down, brows pinched in thought. Never in your life had you thought about putting your mouth on another person's ass hole. Yet, you had just asked Suguru to do the same to you and he was willing to because you asked. Because he loves you.

"Okay."

Suguru's gaze slides back down to yours. "Yeah?" A beaming grin spreads across his face.

"Yeah, yeah, let's try it!"

Suguru leaps up from his place on the floor, lifting you as well and carrying you back to your bed. He sets you down on the edge, and then lays back, propping himself up on his elbows. He spreads his legs enough for you to lay between them.

You peek up at Suguru who is watching you intently, tongue flicking out to run along his bottom lip. "Don't think too much about it." He tells you, though his chest rises and falls quickly with anticipation. 

Your vision drags down from his face, along his torso, down the length of his cock, his balls and then the space between his ass. This is all new to you, taking control like this with Suguru. He usually dominated the space when it came to sex. Now it's with you all the power.

Gently, you place a hand on each of Suguru's muscled cheeks, spreading them apart until you're met with his hole. You actually don't think you've ever seen Suguru's ass hole before. But it's cute; tan around the rim and small, tight. You slowly inch closer, your breath ghosting over his opening and it twitches. The tiny movement does something to you, instills a confidence in you that you didn’t have before. Paired with the sound of Suguru’s ragged breathing as he leans back on his elbows and watches you, your nerves melt away.

You stick your tongue out, pressing the tip to Suguru’s hole, just barely tasting him before you flatten your tongue and lick a straight line, licking over his hole and between his balls, making Suguru cry out. You peek up at him, taking in his already flushed cheeks and his tensed abs, flexing under the soft lighting of your bedroom lamp.

His reaction is so strong, so fucking sexy to watch…and you’ve barely done anything. You want to feel him melt into you more. You press a wet, tongue filled kiss to Suguru’s opening, absolutely reveling in the long deep groan he lets out as his head falls back with pleasure.

“Goddamn, baby. That feels way too good,” he pants, running a hand through his dark locks. 

You wish you could see him, wish you could watch his face while he comes undone on your tongue. You love hearing his rough sighs when you kiss him, his sharp gasps when you run your flat tongue over his hole. You love the way his hips buck up involuntarily when you slip the tip of your tongue just barely inside him, the way his little hole clenches around nothing when you gently blow on it. It all makes your inability to see his face worth it. You’re being rewarded in so many other ways.

Suguru’s hips come up again, grinding himself into your mouth as hard as he can, deliciously broken noises falling from his lips as his hand slides down his torso to grab hold of his stiff cock. He strokes himself leisurely, watching as your tongue glides around the rim of his hole.

“Fuuuuuck, do that again, please. Please do that again, baby,” Suguru whines when you lasciviously lick from his taint to his hole. So you do, you repeat the motion, licking the same spot and making it as slobbery and wet as possible. And Suguru whimpers, so soft and so quietly it makes you moan in return. Your fingernails dig into the strong flesh of Suguru’s ass, and you can feel him pumping himself faster. You can feel the way his legs tremble beneath you, hear the rough breaths rushing past his lips.

“I– I think I’m gonna cum, baby,” Suguru whines. “Shit, ah– yeah I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Keep going, I’m gonna–”

You lick a few more times over the hole, spreading Suguru open further for you before pushing your tongue inside of him. You feel Suguru reach down, gripping his balls, a deep groan ripping from his throat as his back arches off the mattress.

“Oh my godddd, fuck!” Suguru moans through gritted teeth, stroking his cock hard and fast as cum spills from the tip, hot and sticky against his core. His hips are still jerking, grinding sloppily against your tongue in an attempt to get you deeper.

You’ve heard Suguru make plenty of sounds during sex. But this one? This one was different. And it may be your new favorite. 

You hold your tongue in Suguru’s ass, letting hips slowly grind to a halt, thighs shaking as he finally begins to come down from his release. He lets go of the vice grip on his balls and sits up, his hand caressing your cheek and you know it’s your sign to come up for air. You sit back on your heels, just as Suguru collapses back, eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath.

He’s got a goofy grin on his face, arms lying above his head like limp noodles. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, taking in the mess he’s made all over himself.

“So? How was it?” You ask with baited breath.

Suguru inhales deeply, rubbing a hand over his exhausted face. “Remind me to thank Satoru later. Definitely life changing.”

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[solomons-poison]

Still thinking of Silvio, just buried under a pile of children. Very likely all boys. Each time, Emma is hoping it'll be a girl. Just one girl. Maybe she gets one with her very last child, who is absolutely spoiled to high heaven (truthfully, they all are, the palace is constantly filled with the noise of rowdy children having fun who are just as loud as their father 💀).

The first kid isn't planned and he has a bit of a breakdown about it. He hovers so much during the first pregnancy, barely letting you leave the palace and worrying so much about when you try to lift things. He's leaving meetings to check on you and (begrudgingly) getting Rio to check on you when he can't. He worries about your food and drinks and wanting to make sure you're getting all the nutrients you need. He's thankful for being by the sea to get plenty of fresh fish, and pesters Prince Keith for trades in herbs and remedies to help your morning sickness and such.

Silvio learns how to braid hair just for his daughter. He loves bringing back all sorts of items from his trips overseas, different books and toys and artifacts. Carlo is accidentally like a second uncle (Emidio is completely blocked from meeting the kids). It takes a lot of convincing to allow Silvio's father to see the grandkids, and is only allowed with strict supervision for a short amount of time.

Silvio play fights with his kids all the time, often pretending to be a pirate. Or they'll act as the pirates while he's the dashing prince coming to save the kidnapped princess, Emma. He teaches them how to swordfight (including fighting dirty....) and takes it upon himself to show them how to work and command a boat.

Silvio, who's struggled with being honest with his feelings for so long and couldnt really be honest because that'd make him vulnerable, working so hard to overcome that for you and his kids. He tries his best to tell you and his kids how much he loves you guys. He really struggles with it, muttering it for a while, face red, blurting it out in a shout sometimes. But he improves with it. He wants to make sure his kids always feel wanted, in a way he never got to.

The first time he holds his first baby, his jewelry gets in the way, between baby trying to put a pendant in their mouth and Silvio almost accidentally hitting his kid with his heavy chain. He spends a long time after the birth of his first kid dressed down without his usual bling, and it's the most casual and least flashy the palace staff have ever seen him. Sometimes he has spit-up stains but of course they're scared to mention it to him unless he's going to an important meeting or something.

He puts his kids to bed with stories about his trips on the seas, the kinds of people he's met, countries he's visited, rare treasures and new creatures he's found. Usually they're enraptured by his stories. But once in a while, they surprise him by preferring your storybooks to his experiences, getting him upset that some fictional story is more captivating than his real life experience, making him pout for the next week.

[undead-cypress]

More p3r livebloggin/shitpost thoughts. Sorry for the crunchy pictures, literally I'm just too fried to import pics from my PS4.

Because I'm the way that I am, I noticed the paintings hung in the Hierophant/Lovers boss shadow building are real paintings. One on the left is a crop of Liberty Leading the People by Eugene Delacroix, and on the right is Le Cyclops by Odilon Redon. IDK why they picked these paintings because. Why would a painting of the French Revolution be in this kind of hotel but I have some theories?

The hotel they're in is pointed out to have a French title and modeled after French design, for some reason. Les Champs de Fleurs is pointed out in the game meaning a field of flowers. Now -

Liberty Leading the People is a painting about the July revolution that overthrew the French monarchy. The boss event is in July but there's more -

Le Cyclops is about the play(s) about Polyphemus (the cyclops from the Odyssey that Odysseus blinds and tricks) and his love of the sea nymph Galatea, and the drama that ensues. There's many versions of the play but in classic fashion most of them don't end well, with Galatea rejecting him in favor of someone else, and Polyphemus killing them both. This painting in particular is basically Polyphemus creeping on Galatea as she sleeps on a hill of flowers.

I THINK these paintings are meant to represent the reverse hierophant and lovers. Overthrowing of the corrupt hierarchy, and rejection of choice. Also French.

There's one more painting but I have NO IDEA what painting it is

So many paintings have winged babies in them I can't go through them all 😭

Oh yeah linguistics bonus - the boss event takes place on 7/7, aka Tanabata. Some might know it as Japanese Valentine's day. Story goes Orihime and Hikoboshi, lovers separated by duty and the milky way, can meet during this festival as a flock of magpies make them a bridge over the milky way. Milky way, in Japanese is Amanogawa 天の川, literally "river of heaven". An older version is also sometimes used, ginka 銀河, derived from Chinese meaning "silver river". And here is where we get the name of Shirakawa Blvd. 白川...... White River Blvd.

I THINK that's why they named the hotel Champs de Fleurs. The classic Greek mythology of heaven is Elysium, basically a field of flowers in the sky. Kinda as the companion to the river in the sky. Not to mention it's a reference to the famous French street Champs Élysées, literally "Elysian Fields"

Imagine me standing in front of a conspiracy wall covered with red string. That's me all the time with p3

Ok back to shitposting

This is the most emotion I've seen the Mc make all game so far 😂 7 meals back to back will do that to ya. Name I picked was Dank Hour, so I guess it kinda fits. Munchies will do that

Those are her hooves!!

OH MY GOD. HOLY SHIT HANG ON

These puppets are massive

Gameplay thoughts -

- I miss the fatigue mechanic ok. Now there's NOTHING stopping me from spending five hours in Tartarus getting massively over leveled. Also miss it thematically and an excuse to go drink Edogawa's potions for courage boosts

- RIP shuffle time. The new one is good with the variety of cards but man make them fly around again that was fun

- Tartarus looks good. I was skeptical of how they're gonna make a randomly generated dungeon look good on current consoles but. It looks really good and plays well. And I love the added bonus bosses.

- I do miss being able to actually stealth around with different weapons and hunting rare shadows with a bow though. The unstable formations in p3p around half and new moons were also something I wish they incorporated, but maybe it'll come up later? Because the new Tartarus environment would be perfect for some stealth mechanics.

- I don't know if this is because I'm p3 Georg and an outlier that should not be counted but I'm playing on merciless and it's SO EASY???? I'm almost to August and I've ONLY died three times. I'm playing with a 3 people party as a debuff because it's too easy otherwise.

- ailments kinda work different than they used to and I still haven't figured out... What they really do yet. Distress used to guarantee criticals, now I'm not sure what it does???

- the theurgies are broken as hell wtf. This is too much power. I was really hoping they'd bring P2/dds style fusion spells back

General thoughts:

- they still haven't invented weather yet lmao rain was invented in 2011 I see

- Pleasantly surprised by the added cutscenes and hangout events in the dorm. They're actually pretty thoughtful and reflects on the character growth throughout the game instead of just ill humored filler (cough p4 cough). They really nailed it this time.

- Aigis trying to talk to plants and bugs and the meaning of lifeeeee 😭

- the club is simultaneous hilarious and terrifying in the way that they didn't animate the dancers. I get why, but it's so funny. It's just a room of statues with blank faces. At least there's more than five people there

- there's two poster of the Foo Fighters in the station outskirts. Why them specifically? Also if the movies at the theatre have hidden meanings I WILL find them.

- Mitsuru just stands like she's posing for the camera all the time and her idle AND angry animation being a hair flip is so funny. Hello. Flips hair. Come to the command room after dinner we have new mission. Flips hair. I'm going to execute Mr Ekoda for his despicable inaction. Flips hair

- Idk where else to put this but that scene on the roof with the watermelon hits different when you know a watermelon that size in Japan is, depending on the season and economy, at least $50. Junpei really splurged there to cheer up Ken 🥺. That entire scene was great. Why DON'T we watch Akihiko punch the melon open, what an inspired suggestion

- speaking of fruit, if you look at the care package Akihiko got from his parents there are mangoes in there. Mangoes that size and color are like $30 each.

- the dorm. Could be modeled better. Idk if it's the lighting or the textures but... It looks unfinished.

- they kept the little overworld icon that travels between locations to not go over the bridge even though it'd be a shorter route. Nice. There is an instance where it does use the bridge, when you first go to the police station and Junpei is following you around. Also very nice touch. Whichever dev is responsible for this detail I see and appreciate your work 🫡

- was not expecting even the NPCs to be fully voice acted. They're all so charming!

- at the beginning of the game it tells you to put your things away in the closet. Highlighted. But we can't open or interact with the closet in any way??? Why was closet highlighted??? Did the game do that just to call us gay??

- and also where's my silly outfit???? Everyone has gotten butler and maid outfits except the mc. Where's my goofy outfit I want one too.... Where's the clown outfit from the dancing game.... Where's the maid outfit.... Once my pc arrives I'll absolutely be installing the emo mod. Let my besties reveal their true 2009 forms

[critter-genfic-events]

Alternate Meetings Fics!

Ever wonder what it would have been like if your favorites didn't meet in a tavern (or fighting some chairs?). Maybe if canon was a little darker, or sometimes a little kinder. Maybe they got to meet a little earlier, or missed their cue? Well, here's six fics that explore this behind the cut - and as always, comment and kudos if you like them!

kintsukuroi (broken pieces laced with gold) by Ford_Ye_Fiji (34932,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Caleb Widogast & Nott the Brave

AU Series where Veth rescues Caleb from Vergesson

Reccer says: Have you ever wanted early Caleb to be even more messed up and Caleb and Nott to be even more codependent? Because this is the series for you! Lots of amazing hurt/comfort

The Star and the Wildflower by devil_seabird_king (ShaaKi) (8173,Teen) Warnings: suicidal thougts Pairings: Caduceus Clay & Essek Thelyss

A series where Essek is taken to the Clays for healing as a child, and meets Caduceus then

Reccer says: Usually when you see this pairing, it's at the end of their long lives - it's really fun to see how they could influence each other as children

Deep Seas, Deep Secrets by RedTeamShark (1496,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Fjord & Jester

They’re each other’s little secret. Jester, sneaking out of her room late at night. Fjord, swimming away from the safety of the depths. (A fic where Fjord is a mermaid and Jester visits him from the docks)

Reccer says: Mermaid Fjord! Fjord making a pact for legs! This is amazing!

Precipice by faridsgwi (29215,Teen) Warnings: Pairings:

In the early 800s, the Empire conquered and annexed the Menagerie Coast. Now, as the Dwendalian military machine continues to demand fresh recruits for their war in the northern wildlands, a group of young conscripts in Rexxentrum find their destinies drawn close together.

Reccer says: There's so much here! I love the concept and the worldbuilding, and it's fun to see how and when canon will intersect with the story - and what all has changed

where the ache came from by cestmabiologie (1703,General) Warnings: Choose not to warn Pairings: Laudna & Imogen Temult, Imogen Temult & Otohan Thull

AU where Imogen was raised with her mother adjacent to the Ruby Vanguard - Imogen and Laudna meet for the first time at the Malleus Key in the Tishtan excavation site.

Reccer says: It's so fun how this plays with canon and imagines an Imogen that was raised in a much colder environment.

Otherwise by Erisette (13783,Not Rated) Warnings: none Pairings: Kaylie & Scanlan Shorthalt, Scanlan Shorthalt & Vox Machina

"Every year you've been alive is a year I could have been a better person." (Scanlan meets Kaylie when she's a baby. It changes nothing and it changes a lot.)

Reccer says: I love every character in this and the insights into them. I just would've loved for the fic to be longer!

This is one of our weekly communally-generated gen rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation. Please note that the summary and content notes are provided by the reccer, and may be different than what the author has provided. Please assume good intentions all around. <3

And hey, anyone includes you!

November 1st, it'll be time for Beauregard Lionett - followed by One shots, Imogen, and then Character Studies!

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[moonsandmobilityaids]

Stupid Ideas

Pairings: Poly!marauders x disabled!reader Summary: Sirius wants to ride around on your lap. Warnings: Improper use of wheelchairs? idk but check the weight limit on your before doing this Series Masterlist

When Sirius first suggests he should sit on your lap while you steer them both around the room, you're certain he's pulling your leg. But the glint in his eyes tells a different story, and you can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

You're tucked away in your usual spot by the fireplace, the warmth seeping into your bones and chasing away the chill that seems to make your joints lock up and your skin feel like paper. James is lounging on the couch opposite you, a grin playing on his lips as he watches the scene unfold. Remus, ever the voice of reason, sits next to him with an amused expression, shaking his head at Sirius' antics yet making no move to intervene.

"Think about it, love," Sirius says, wiggling his eyebrows in a way that suggests he's far more serious than his playful tone lets on. "It'll be a right laugh."

Your brow furrows, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth despite the incredulous shake of your head. "You're mad, Sirius Black."

"Perhaps," he concedes with a theatrical flourish, "but isn't that part of my charm?" He's already moving before you can protest further, his body folding easily onto your lap as though it's the most natural thing in the world. And maybe for Sirius, it is.

He lowers himself carefully, seeming mindful not to put his full weight on you at once. He's heavier than he looks, but you brace yourself, prepared for the additional pressure. It's different, certainly, but not unbearable. His body is warm against yours, a stark contrast to the chill seeping in through the windowpane. It's oddly comforting.

"The chair is going to tip over," you warn, your fingers tightening around the wheels. The balance shifts precariously as you adjust to this new weight, the chair creaking in protest. It's awkward, and your movements are jerky, but somehow you manage to keep both of you upright.

Sirius' laugh rings out, a carefree sound that echoes off the walls. His arms are slung loosely around your shoulders, his trust in you absolute. "You've got it, baby girl," he says, his voice warm with affection.

Remus lifts an eyebrow from where he's perched on the couch, a book forgotten in his lap. "I give them two minutes before they tip over."

"Five galleons says it'll be less," James counters, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He leans back against the armrest, arms crossed over his chest as if settling in for a show. There's a gleam in his eye that speaks volumes of his amusement at Sirius' theatrics.

"Such faith you have in us," you retort, shooting them a mock glare before returning your attention to the task at hand.

A deep breath fills your lungs, and with a firm push, the chair begins to move forward. It's heavier than usual, but Sirius isn't entirely dead weight—he shifts slightly to assist you, his movements awkward yet determined. A strain tugs at your muscles, but it's not unpleasant. Rather, the steady rhythm of pushing, the subtle resistance met by each small victory, is oddly soothing. And beneath it all, there's the warmth of Sirius, a constant presence that anchors you amidst the chaos.

"Are you all right?" Sirius's voice is a low murmur, close to your ear.

You give a small nod, aware of the warmth radiating from him even through the layers of your robes. "Surprisingly, yes."

A chuckle rumbles in his throat, vibrating against you. He plants a quick, playful kiss on your temple. "Told you it would be fun."

"You never mentioned fun," you retort, rolling your eyes even though he can't see. But there's laughter bubbling up inside you, and you can't quite suppress it.

With another push, you propel yourselves forward. The chair creaks under the added weight, moving slower now, but neither of you seem to mind. You navigate around the common room, skirting past tables and chairs with more grace than you expected. James and Remus have returned to their books, feigning disinterest, but you catch the hint of smiles tugging at their lips. They're used to this—the easy camaraderie, the chaos that follows wherever you and Sirius go.

The couch looms closer, and a sense of victory surges through you. But just then, Sirius shifts in your lap, not out of discomfort or accident but with deliberate motion.

"What are you doing?" you question, tensing as you feel his movements disrupt the precarious balance you've managed to maintain.

"Just getting comfortable," he replies, but the smirk you hear in his voice belies his casual words.

"You're going to tip us over," you warn, your fingers tightening around the wheels. But if anything, his movement only grows more exaggerated.

"Tip us over?" There's a note of mischief now, unmistakable even in its subtlety. "Now why would I do that?"

It happens before you can brace yourself: A sudden lean backwards, a strategic shift of weight. The wheelchair wobbles, teetering on the edge of stability, and your heart leaps into your throat. Your gasp is sharp, cut short by the abrupt lurch of your stomach as the world tilts sideways. You reach out instinctively, grasping for the armrests, but it's too late. With a quiet laugh from Sirius and a surprised yelp from you, the chair tips, spilling both of you onto the floor.

For a moment, there's silence save for the distant chatter outside the portrait hole. Then, Sirius's throaty laugh echoes off the stone walls, filling the room with an infectious energy that has your lips twitching despite yourself. It's ridiculous, really, the pair of you sprawled out on the carpet, limbs entwined like some strange modern art exhibit. But it feels right, somehow—because it's Sirius, and with him, even falling seems like an adventure.

"I believe that's five galleons, Remus," James says, a smug grin spreading across his face as he looms over the two of you, arms folded across his chest.

Remus merely sighs, though there's a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he fishes out the coins. "I should've known better than to take that bet," he concedes, casting a glance at the tangled mess that is you and Sirius. "Especially when it involves you two."

"Easy there, love," he murmurs, concern lacing his voice. He shifts beneath you, still chuckling softly as he helps you sit up against the worn leather of the couch. "Worth it, though."

He leans in then, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your lips—a taste of apology and affection that has your heart fluttering despite the ache in your back.

"Next time," you say, shaking your head but unable to keep the smile from tugging at your lips, "you're the one pushing me."

Sirius's grin is a flash of white in the dim light, his grey eyes sparkling with an impish delight that promises more mischief to come. "Deal."

[yxngbxkkie]

rivals (l.k)

hey! i'm back with the skz street racing! i do apologize at how long it's been. the only thing is that i had to completely start over his fic, so the idea might be a smidge different than what was explained. it's 90% the same, but yeah 😅 i hope you guys like it! 💓

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

"Who's that?" You ask your boyfriend, Dal, while tapping his forearm. Your gaze focuses on the brunette across the street.

The frown on his lips is noticeable from where you're standing, his arms crossed over his chest. Dal releases a quiet grunt, and he rolls his eyes at the sight of him. "That's Lee Minho. He thinks he's hot shit just because he's quiet," he mentions, grabbing a hold of your chin.

Dal forces you to look away, meeting his eyes instead. "Maybe he's just quiet," you try to defend him.

"Baby girl, trust me," Dal mutters, releasing his grip on you. "He's an asshole. Stay away from him, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," you agree with a nod, grabbing a hold of his hand. "I trust you."

He smiles at you before roughly pressing his lips to yours. Heat crawls along your skin, doing your best to pull away from him. PDA isn't your favorite. Knowing other people are watching makes you feel embarrassed.

Dal proudly pulls back from you, giving your hips a little squeeze. "Come on, let's go meet the others," he offers, tugging you along with him.

You snap out of your thoughts when a hand snakes around your waist. Dal nuzzles his face in your neck as he stands between your legs. "Do we have to do this here?" You ask him.

"I just want to love you," he sighs.

A scoff leaves your lips as you look away from him, seeing Minho across the street. Today marks one year since Dal's warned you about him. You've yet to speak with the man as your boyfriend refuses you to go near him.

You recall the stories Dal has told you about him. How he'll play dirty just so he can win the race. How he's a womanizer, collecting women like trophies.

But looking at him now, watching him talk to the person beside him makes you think otherwise.

"Baby girl," Dal tsks, capturing your attention, "I need you to stop looking at him."

You furrow your brows, wondering why he cares so much. "Looking at who?" You play off, hoping to skip past the possessiveness. "There are multiple people here, handsome."

Dal rolls his eyes before glancing in Minho's direction. "There's no one else really over there, baby. No one goes around him except for Kim. I don't know why he'd want to be around him but whatever," he rambles off as he grabs your wrist, tugging you off the back of his car.

"That's his name? Kim?" You ask, not daring to look back, knowing it'll make him more upset. "Only reason I was looking is because I've never seen him before. Is he new?"

"Kim Seungmin is his name. He's not new," your boyfriend bluntly explains. "No one knows the reason why he disappeared for a while."

You hum in response, watching Dal as he walks towards the driver's side door. He grabs his wallet from inside, slamming the door shut afterward. "What are you doing?" You ask him, knowing the next race starts in ten minutes.

"I'm going to get something real quick," he mutters, quickly glancing at you. "I'll be back. Don't move."

He walks away from you before you can say anything else. A small sigh comes from your lips as you look around once again. Some people are finishing up the last touches to their vehicles while others converse, waiting for the race to start.

You find yourself looking in Minho's direction again, only to find his eyes already on you. Your heart jumps in your chest, not expecting him to stare so… sharply. Your gaze turns into a glare, the comments Dal has made about him coming to the front of your mind again.

Panic shoots through you as Minho pushes himself from the vehicle, making his way towards you. Shit, what do I do?! You silently question yourself.

"Y/N, right?" He asks as soon as he stands in front of you.

"How do you know my name?" You counter him with narrowed eyes.

Minho motions his head towards the direction your boyfriend walked. "Dal talks about you to everyone here. I figured you knew," he mentions.

"No, I didn't know," you mumble, feeling a bit embarrassed. Just how much does he say?

"He makes it seem like you know. But, I'm not surprised that he's full of shit," Minho rolls his eyes.

You shake your head, refusing to let him talk about Dal like this. "And you're any better?" You ask him, anger laced in your voice. "He's told me the stories about you, Lee Minho."

The brunette lets out a chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm sorry, what? What stories?" He tilts his head, and his arrogance starts to annoy you.

"Your collection of women that you sleep with?" You recollect, raising an eyebrow. "Your behavior is disgusting."

Minho's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not knowing what you're talking about. "I don't collect women. You can't be that dumb, right?" The insult slips past his lips.

"Fuck you," you scoff, walking away from him.

Dal rounds the corner, almost running into you. Both hands rest on your arms, keeping you from falling on your ass. "Where are you going?" He asks. "I thought I told you not to move."

"I was trying to get away from Minho. He tried to talk to me," you inform him, your hands gently playing with the zipper on his sweater. "You told me to stay away from him, remember?"

He hums before kissing your lips. "Let's go see what the asshole wants," Dal seethes after pulling away, tugging you back towards his car.

By the time the two of you show up, Minho is about a quarter of the way back to his own vehicle. Dal shouts his name, gaining his attention as well as the attention of people around him.

"What do you think you're doing? Talking to my girl?" He asks instantly, raising his arms to shove the brunette.

Minho swiftly steps out of the way, avoiding being shoved roughly. "You introduced her to everyone else here, so why not me?!" He counters Dal's question, raising a brow. "Are you afraid she'd leave you for me?"

You and Dal scoff in unison. You didn't realize how much of an ass Minho was up until now. "For you?" Dal laughs, a smirk playing at his lips. "Dude, you've slept with half the women in this city. Why would anyone go for you?"

A crowd starts to form around the two of them and you begin to feel slightly uneasy. Minho taps his chin with his index finger, humming loudly. "Ah, right, I'm being pinned as a womanizer," he mentions before shaking his head. "I think I realize what's going on here."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Dal growls, growing irritated with Minho's attitude.

"Everyone here knows the record you have with women," Minho states, motioning towards multiple women. He points to one with platinum blonde hair, remembering her being with him a few weeks ago. "He was with her three weeks ago. I saw them down the alley."

Your eyes widen, looking towards the woman he's pointing to. "You're full of shit," Dal says, "I don't even know who that is."

"Of course you don't. I'm done with this conversation," he announces. "You're a fucking idiot."

Minho walks away, sliding into his vehicle. He revs his engine once before driving towards the starting line. The crowd begins to dissipate, and Dal walks over to you.

"He's lying, right?" You ask him, avoiding his touch.

"Of course he's lying, baby girl," he tells you with a scoff. "I told you how much of a dick he is."

He tries to touch your arm again but you stop him. "I need some air away from you," you tell him, walking away from him before he can say anything.

You run your fingers through your hair. You don't know what's worse, witnessing Minho's personality or finding out your boyfriend is possibly cheating on you. You find the woman Minho accused and you quickly make your way to her.

"Excuse me? Can I ask you something?" You call out to her, giving her a small smile. She looks at you hesitantly before she nods her head yes. "Was what Minho said true? I just want the truth. I won't get mad, I promise."

She releases a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but, yeah. I swear to God he never mentioned having a girlfriend," she confesses, placing a hand over her heart.

You swallow the lump in your throat, trusting her honesty. "Thank you for telling me," you tell her before walking away.

You try your best to keep the tears at bay, blinking rapidly while staring at the pavement. Your footsteps slow once you hear Minho's deep voice.

"I swear to God, Chan. I'm going to stop coming to these. This guy is the absolute fucking worst and it's killing the vibe," Minho says into the phone.

You stop in your tracks, turning your head to see the brunette sitting in the driver's seat. His door is open, his legs sticking out of the vehicle.

Minho's eyes meet yours and he can see the unshed tears in your eyes. "I gotta go," he mentions before hanging up. He lifts himself up, shoving his phone into his pocket. "Hey, are you okay?"

You let out a dry laugh and lick your lips. "I'm absolutely fucking peachy. I found out that my boyfriend's been cheating on me. Not how I thought my night would go," you spit at him.

His dark eyes look down at the concrete sidewalk. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your relationship," Minho sighs, slowly reaching a hand out to touch you. "He's been on my ass ever since I started street racing. I just wanted him to shut up."

"I'm sorry I believed his lies," you whisper loud enough for him to hear.

"It's okay. You didn't know, and you were being a supportive girlfriend," he shrugs his shoulders. "I forgive you."

A laugh escapes your lips as he gives you a sassy smirk. He's pretty cute… You think to yourself as it grows quiet between the two of you.

"Hey, do you think you can drive me home?" You ask him after a minute or two, looking up at him.

"Yeah, sure. Although I have a race to finish first," Minho laughs, motioning his arm towards his car.

You shake your head and reassure him that it's fine that you're willing to wait. He slides back into the driver's seat, shutting the door afterward. His eyes meet yours after he fastens his seatbelt, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you going to get in?"

Your eyes widen at his question. "O-Oh, I don't normally ride in the car during races," you stutter, shaking your hands back and forth.

"I'm not going to leave you standing here by yourself. Especially with him still around," Minho nods towards his passenger seat. "Get your pretty self into the vehicle."

You press your lips together, knowing that you won't be able to get out of this. "Okay," you whisper mainly to yourself, walking around the front of his vehicle.

He leans over the passenger seat and opens the door for you. You thank him and slip into the leather seat, shutting the car door immediately after.

"Y/N!" Dal's voice captures your attention, glancing out the window to see him walking closer to Minho's car. "What are you doing with him?! Come on, let's go!"

"You lied to me," you tell him, trying to keep yourself calm. "I asked you if Minho was lying, and you told me yes. But, I found out that he wasn't."

"Baby girl, listen," Dal starts to explain, his hand reaching for yours. "She meant nothing to me. Why would I need her when I have you?"

You let out a dry laugh, scoffing immediately afterward. "You're so full of shit," you shake your head. "We're done."

Anger flashes through his eyes, and he does his best to try and force you from Minho's vehicle. "Yah! Have some fucking respect," Minho curses, leaning across your body to shove Dal's hand out the window. "You don't get to treat her like that."

"Fuck you," he spits at the two of you before storming off.

Minho's hand gently grabs yours, feeling your heart starting to flutter. You meet his eyes, providing him a small smile. "Thank you," you whisper, squeezing his hand.

He laces his fingers with yours, a smile coming to his lips. "If you're free tomorrow, I'd love to take you out to lunch or dinner," Minho offers, leaning his head against the seat.

"Are you asking me out?" You chuckle and bite your lip.

"That depends on what your answer is," he says before starting the vehicle.

Other racers line their cars up with Min's, hearing the announcer state that the race will start within a couple of minutes. He releases your hand and places it on the head of the stick shift.

"And if I said yes?"

Minho glances over at you. "Then, yeah, I'm asking you out," he mentions smugly.

You hum in response, a light chuckle leaving your lips again. "If you win the race, I'll go out with you."

He licks his lips and revs his engine. "Only if I can kiss you for good luck," Minho counters, his need to feel your lips on his very high.

Your cheeks blush and you don't hesitate to agree. The two of you meet in the middle, your nose brushing against his before his lips press against yours.

One of your hands finds the jacket he's wearing, gripping it tightly. The kiss is shorter than you like, a whine escaping your lips when he pulls away. Minho hums before slowly opening his eyes.

"If I win, can I kiss you again?"

"Yes," you whisper as a woman walks in front of the line of cars.

Minho glances back at you as you settle into your seat, buckling yourself in. The woman raises the flags for about ten seconds before swiftly waving them down.

"Hold on tight, pretty," Minho smirks while shifting into gear, speeding down the lit streets.

~

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[nico-esoterica]

Controversial take, maybe? Nah, it won't be.

It's the Law of 'You.'

It's all about You and what you say is true consistently. You don't have to listen to anyone's rules or guidelines you don't resonate with. You also don't have to force yourself to think or 'do' anything. That includes trying to make a concept work and click that you see success stories from but you simply don't align with. You don't like the person, the phrasing, it gives you the ick or makes you uncomfortable/anxious, whatever.

That doesn't mean you're missing out. Everyone gets what they want by thinking it's theirs regardless of negative thoughts, shitty feelings, history or circumstances. You can call it assuming, being, knowing, attracting, creating, whatever you want. Then continuing to choose that story. You can even forget about it! You didn't change your mind about it so it'll still happen.

You can also mix and match. You can have a soup of different supposedly opposing spiritual ideas and beliefs and say they all work and are compatible because you say so! Believe in magic! Organized religion! A pantheon of deities! Saturn whipping your ass to make you learn! Pixies, Lucifer, and Krishna, baby.

A deity literally blew up my spiritual line recently because she fucks with me being powerful and wanted to give me advice. A Goddess recognizing a Goddess. And she was FINE with me not worshipping her despite her having worshippers. I could just tell that she just loves my energy and my potential and wanted to bless me with wisdom and it's appreciated. But I don't worship anyone other than myself :) However, that was a great experience and I was open to it. I can do it all!

There doesn't have to be consequences, divine punishment, or your religious traumatized ass whipping yourself through guilt because you think you need to be reprimanded for thinking you're 'grown enough' to assume control. Be logical, illogical, think like a child or in magical terms, use placebos for everything and fuhgetaboutit, whatever you want! There are NO rules unless you decide you wanna adhere to some. Nothing can occur without your permission, baby, because you can assign new meanings to anything in life you want. If something unfavorable happens, you change the meaning or how you perceive it.

CREATING YOUR REALITY SHOULD FEEL EASY, FUN, AND SEXY. YOU'RE THE CAPTAIN SO DRIVE THE DAMN BOAT!!!!

[deathlooksgoodonyou-if]

AAAAAAAHHH!!! Just found your If and I can already say that I can feel myself bitting at the bars of my cell, this is SO GOOD!

I'm already obsessed about so many different parts of this story and the demo hasn't even come out yet!! So I'm going to do what my little heart and messed up brain can and word vomit about my little fucked up MC!

So, you said they had a rough upbringing and that their situationship with Jules was also not healthy, so I did the sane thing and started projecting on them!

My little guy, my baby boy Kyrin, is absolutely not coping well and he mostly decides that any mean thoughts or emotions that surface are nothing important and immediately bottles them up for another day, month, year. They will never let anyone see under their mask because, well, why would anyone need to know? They like this version of him, so no matter how many things he has to say or thinks, they won't ever see the light of day.

And he does his best to seem like a well adjusted member of society, he even makes some friends (which to him is an epic win!!), and then he meets Jules.

And sadly, for everyone involved, it seems they match each other's freak.

Kyrin and Jules share something in common. Love is strange and scary for them, never having felt this strongly about anyone before, they have no idea how to handle it.

Kyrin, completely fumbling this whole new human experience, loves too hard and too bright. He wants Jules to like them, to spend time with them, to get any shred of attention from them as he can. And he doesn't even understand why.

Jules, of course also doesn't understand this love thing, and is in result scared by it.

The obvious happens.

It's when Jules begins dating another person that Kyrin's mask breaks. Years of anger, grief and a thousand other things finally breaking the camel's back.

Things get messy. Kyrin is angry. Jules is angry. They can't find a middle ground. Bridges are burnt.

And then Jules is murdered.

Kyrin is left alone, mask broken and a whole lot of emotions to sort through for the first time in a long time.

At this point, in the present, Kyrin is less of a wet cat and more of a feral stray kitten. Scared, angry and functioning entirely on his fight or flight mode.

With everything going on, he will absolutely choose to close himself off from others, feeling terrified of being so vulnerable and with so much in his plate that putting on his mask is near impossible at this point.

I have ideas of what I want his story to be, no pressure to add anything of this of course.

His main arc would be obviously getting his shit together and finally figuring himself out as a person but that's going to be pushed far back on the line of things to care about with the whole murderer on the lose and the incarnation of his grief, loss and self hate coming to haunt him.

For romance, it'll be a real hit or miss as the only one I can see him even willingly getting close is Mia and that is mostly because of the whole 'She will hurt you' part. After Jules passing, Kyrin absolutely doesn't believe they can or should be loved and that train of thought will only be reinforced by the new mean Jules in his head.

Of course, this is a big maybe because if that sanity stat does what is says, and by god I hope it does (little guy so fucked up that he is taking control of the narrative!!), then Kyrin will either kill someone or himself before the story ends. I want that stat as low as it can go!

Either way, this is going to be a really messy ride with an even messier ending and I can't wait for it!

kyrin is such a gorgeous, gorgeous name! He gives off major "I confuse instinct for desire. Isn't bite also touch?" vibes. 😭😭

I love it when people talk about their MCs in my asks. It helps me understand what y'all want and write them better. 🫶

[zireyka42]

Hello stranger or anyone.

I'm not that popular on Tumblr I don't want to be too. I always been a bit artist and I feel like I'm a artist so I just wanted to delete that app as the way of artists do, with A Farewell Speech

That'll probably won't be any beneficial for you but I'll write about some of my feelings about social media and all about nowadays' news.

Have you ever just felt that when you open social media and you felt like no change? I mean I don't know if that's just my problem but social media is not my thing. I opened it again and again and same news about my country, same news about world and same news about Palestine.

Its been 2 years since I opened that account and I'll keep the account maybe years later when I opened this I'll find something different but now I don't want to get used to deaths of little children or innocent people. Because if you see so much about something you'll get used to it at the end. I have a psychology too and I need to keep it normal if I don't want to be crazy one day. I'm not saying I don't care about Palestine or things like that and people in there suffer much more than I do but I don't know. I'm just pissed of these news I think? I'll still do my boycott but I can't do anything further than that, I wish I was able tho and seeing a baby dead... I do not have anything to say about it! Just why?? Was that baby a terrorist? Hell no but still... Why? Why world happened to be a place like no one cares about anyone? Why seeing my friends laughing behind someone else and humiliating them supposed to be normal to me. Why I should be respectful for everyone? Just say "shut up" when you see someone talking about some shit behind someone else. Don't believe it what you've heard till you see with your own eyes because world started to be a place where you cannot trust anyone. Every one of three person is alone nowadays and what's hurting about that, you know? Its TRUE. We are social creations and we are alone? No one wants to care about someone else's problems but when it comes to their problem everyone should listen.

And Im gonna talk about something else too. I trusted Marvel and Disney. And the other celebrities. You've supposed to be the heros I always imagined about. But I learnt that What I grew up with was a lie. Peace was a lie. These children movies taught me how I should help the poor ones, or whoever was got bullied. But now you help the... Bullies. They taught me that I should embrace the differences but what the hell are you doing now? I TRUSTED YOU. I chose you as a good example, as a role model. If you are an actor you should know that children are prone to choose you as a role model that means you.are.the.responsible.one. You are the adult one!

Well. At least I know that Allah will punish these people. Everyone in this earth has a right. I hope that bullies will be punished like in the end of the movies, indeed it'll happen...It's the only thing I can trust about.

Sorry that I couldn't finish my story in this account. But I can tell how you will image the end. "Well once again the candle was burned to help you to find a way out and do you know how to keep the candle lit? Turn your back against the storm. Yes it'll head you to where you started but just isn't it the way of life goes on... Eventually you'll return to soil."

Bye<3

[lovelenivy]

you know what hate crimes md enjoyers, idk if this has been done before but i wanna start like a little tag game: i wanna know your favorite seasons in order, what you think is the best episode each season, your personal favorite ep from each season, any honorable mentions if you have them, and your least favorite/worst episode in your opinion. i'd also like to have you sort the main characters/fellows from favorite to least favorite, plus tell me your favorite ship (and optionally, a ship you enjoy and think is underrated)! feel free to toss in any explanations for why you chose what you did. (: kinda long, but oh well – feel like it'll be fun.

i'll go first (so you can see the format) – listing seasons from the best imo, to the worst, and the episodes.

Seasons:

1. Season 3

Best episode: one day, one room (?)

Favorite episode: merry little christmas

Honorable mention(s): cane and able, words and deeds, family, needle in a haystack

Least favorite episode: que sera sera (?)

it was hard to pick the best bc i'm biased towards merry little christmas, but i don't know if it would be the best of the season exactly. as for que sera sera, nothing really wrong with it but honestly i had a hard time picking a least favorite too. great season – to me it's like the classic house season.

2. Season 5

Best: birthmarks

Favorite: under my skin

Honorable mention(s): the softer side, last resort, both sides now, painless

Least favorite: big baby (?)

i literally just barely remember big baby compared to the rest, i think, no matter how many times i see it. amazing season though, honestly so up there with s3 for me that it became a tough choice.

3. Season 6

Best: help me

Favorite: wilson

HM(s): the down low, broken (part 1 & 2), baggage, lockdown

Least favorite: epic fail, remorse (?)

help me is such an amazing episode, it always makes me cry. epic fail is extremely annoying tho and idk why, like after i watched it more than once or twice i started having a hard time rewatching it. and honestly every time i watch remorse i get pissed off on thirteen's behalf and it's just not a fun feeling. not a bad episode though. i know a lot of people don't like s6 but i love it.

4. Season 2

Best: euphoria (part 1 & 2)

Favorite: no reason

HM(s): skin deep, distractions, hunting, clueless

Least favorite: sleeping dogs lie

i recently rewatched euphoria and it's so fucking good i legitimately cried. sleeping dogs lie isn't a bad episode, it just is frustrating to watch for many reasons. another classic house season.

5. Season 4

Best: house's head/wilson's heart

Favorite: house's head/wilson's heart, 97 seconds

HM(s): mirror mirror, you don't want to know, frozen, living the dream

Least favorite: the right stuff

nothing really wrong with the least favorite – it was honestly a tough choice. also i couldn't pick a favorite, it was so tough. i honestly really like this season despite how short and different it is.

6. Season 1

Best: detox

Favorite: detox

HM(s): three stories, histories, control, mob rules

Least favorite: heavy, everybody lies (pilot)

the pilot being orange just makes me laugh the whole time so it's hard to watch, and chase's insane fatphobia in heavy is just disturbing, which is the only reason it's a least favorite. for the best i was torn between three stories and detox, but i think detox is better. s1 is ranked so low bc of general weirdness.

7. Season 8

Best: the c-word, everybody dies

Favorite: the c-word

HM(s): dead & buried, twenty vicodin, nobody's fault, post mortem

Least favorite: we need the eggs

we need the eggs isn't bad, the case is just ??? weird and kinda sad tbh idk. i haven't rewatched the c-word yet but i remember it fondly, so i couldn't really choose a best episode. is picking the finale kinda dumb? maybe, idk. i like a lot of episodes from season 8 surprisingly, like most of them, but it's so different from the previous seasons with cuddy absent and the late addition of two new main characters that it can't be any higher for me.

8. Season 7

Best: after hours

Favorite: after hours, out of the chute

HM(s): unwritten, bombshells, the dig, moving on, fall from grace

Least Favorite: two stories

god i really can't stand rewatching two stories. idk what it is but the fucking kids that house gets stuck with in the principal's office are so annoying ??? probably my least fave episode in all of house. but despite how s7 is at the bottom, it did have some great episodes. just wasn't my favorite season at all, especially as someone who isn't really into huddy.

Characters:

from favorite to least favorite of the main characters –

1. House (of course)

2. Wilson

3. Thirteen

4. Cuddy

5. Chase

6. Foreman

7. Kutner

8. Cameron

9. Amber

10. Taub

11. Park

12. Adams

13. Masters

favorite ship: hilson (house / wilson)

underrated ship: thirteen / cameron, or chase / foreman

Tags:

anybody that wants to participate! i know it's kind of long so no sweat if you don't want to do it. i'm also indecisive so i had trouble picking episodes lmao

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I Need You

Death Note L Lawliet x gender neutral reader

Slight NSFW content // Fluff // Third and final part //Click here for part 1 // Click here for part 2

Summary: Despite his blushing, you're convinced L isn't interested in you after your flirting is rejected. However as you pass the bathroom later that night, you hear L groaning your name and you decide to confront him.

"Ah-ah..ahh, Y/N I-I n-need you Y/N! Ngh!".

You blushed as you pressed your ear against the door, you knew it! L was interested in you! Well...his dick and hand was at least. You had left your bedroom for a bathroom break but as you reached for the door handle, a loud grunt erupted from the other side, followed by the phrase: "Ah-ah..ahh, Y/N I-I n-need you Y/N! Ngh!".

You felt like such a sick pervert for listening but you couldn't help but feel so giddy and happy. You had such an adoration and fascination with L, who wouldn't? He was so mysterious and intelligent; yet remaindered you of a baby panda with his dark, doe eyes and pale skin. You greatly respected his dedication towards any case and found his dry humor and social awkwardness to be endearing.

Annoyingly however, L was always so calm and collected, so you'd do anything to see him flustered and at a loss for words; especially if it was between groans while thrusting sloppily inside your mouth. And since you were impatient and hated to not get what you want, (like L) you decided to make your move.

Which ended up with you asking L to spank you....oops. But despite his rejection, you still had the confirmation you wanted.

"Why are you always hunching over Ryuzaki?" Misa blurts.

"You're back would be hunched over too if you were carrying the entirety of the Kira case" you quip back.

"Thank you Y/N. However by that logic Misa your straight posture would indicate that you aren't doing much for the Kira investigation" L replies flatly.

"That's so rude! It's not my fault that you won't let me do anything! Besides Light's opinion is all I really care about, so back off!" Misa wails.

"Hey relax Misa, last time I checked beauty and charisma doesn't crack a case" you reply cheerfully.

"Awwwww! You're so sweet Y/N, you're definitely a lot nicer than Ryuzaki!" Misa huffs before runing off to cling onto Light.

"I really need to bake more treats for you Ryuzaki, it'll keep your mouth busy so you won't be able to make anymore snarky remarks" you chuckle while rolling your eyes.

"For your treats? I'd annoy Misa everyday".

Now that Misa had dragged Light off with her, and the task force was out on a mission, you decided to confront L.

"Ryuzaki...I want to talk about the comment I made last night...ya know...the one about.." you trail off.

L puts his tea cup down and turns to you, "There's no need to worry Y/N, if you let me have your last piece of cake then we can forget about it".

"Who said I wanted to forget about it?" you shoot back.

L sighs, "You need to Y/N".

"Why?".

"Because I can't entertain the suggestion you made last night, it would be inappropriate and it's not relevant to the case".

To you, L was a puzzle that wouldn't give you all the pieces. To L, you were another one of his relentless cases that he wanted to pull away from, but always went back to because of a new clue.

You roll your eyes, "I heard a different story last night in the bathroom".

"I don't know what you're referring to" L says now turning his gaze away from you.

You raise from your chair, lean down and softly moan in L's ear, "Does Y/N..I need you..Y/N ring a bell?"

Those words and you're hot breath against the shell of L's ear sends shivers down his spine, "I still don't know what you're talking about" L quivers while biting his lip.

You smirk against L's cheek, "I don't see how lying is going to benefit you Ryuzaki, don't you want what you were thinking from me?".

L pauses.

"M-m-maybe...I just.."

You interrupt L mid sentence by gently kissing his lips. L's eyes widen as his lips remain still against your soft pecks. You stroke his cheek reassuringly and he begins to tenderly kiss you back. Your kisses are passionate and slow until needy L picks up the pace and bites onto your sweet, soft lip. L had never driven on pure instinct, he always planned everything 10 steps ahead and analyzed even the tiniest variable. But for once, all that could go through L's mind was more, more touch, more pleasure and more you. L pulls you into his lap and you straddle him, you both moan as you start grinding against his harding cock.

"Y/N...God!..f-faster please..." L pleds.

You grind harder and faster onto L's crotch without a second thought, L holds your hips to guide you and breaks the kiss, his hot tongue now draging up and down your neck. "Ryuzaki" you breathlessly moan, "You know my real name, use it Y/N" L groans, "L!" you cry.

L whines as you suddenly break away from him, "Are we stopping Y/N?".

"N-no I j-just" you stammer, "I'm sorry?" L asks bewilderely. "It's just that...Matsuda is standing right there".

"I'm so sorry Ryuzaki! And Y/N! I promise I wasn't trying to watch, I just forgot something!" Matsuda stammers.

"Ugh Matsuda you idiot! Leave!" L snaps.

"Yes Ryuzaki! Sorry Ryuzaki, let me just..."

"Now" L barks.

You both watch Matsuda run out the room.

"We should probably stop, it's inappropriate and not relevant to the case" you grin.

"Let me spank and fuck you first" L smirks.