#Okas Residency

[ocinfraventures]

OKAS Residency Lucknow: A Proof of Excellence Shaped by Pardos Lucknow Developers

OKAS Residency in Lucknow, developed by Pardos Lucknow Developers, has emerged as an epitome of excellence in the real estate landscape. This article delves into the myriad of reasons why it is considered the best place to stay in Lucknow. From its impeccable design and architecture to the focus on sustainable living and unmatched amenities, Pardos Lucknow Developers have transformed OKAS Residency into a residential haven that surpasses expectations.

Impeccable Design and Architecture for modern residents

OKAS Residency reflects Pardos Lucknow Developers' commitment to impeccable design and architecture. Every aspect, from the façade to the interior layouts, has been meticulously crafted to create a visually stunning and functional space. The use of contemporary design elements, premium finishes, and attention to detail ensures that each apartment exudes sophistication and elegance.

The architectural brilliance of OKAS is evident in its well-thought-out floor plans that optimise space utilisation and ensure maximum comfort. The apartments offer spacious living areas, well-appointed bedrooms, modern kitchens, and stylish bathrooms, creating an environment that resonates with the aspirations of modern residents.

Focus on Sustainable Living with Okas Residency

Pardos Lucknow Developers have embraced the principles of sustainability, and they stands as a testament to their commitment. The development incorporates eco-friendly features that promote green living and reduce the environmental impact. Energy-efficient lighting, rainwater harvesting systems, and waste management techniques are seamlessly integrated, ensuring minimal carbon footprint.

The presence of green spaces, landscaped gardens, and a harmonious blend of flora and fauna contribute to a serene living environment. These elements not only enhance the aesthetic appeal of OAKS Residency but also promote a healthy and balanced lifestyle for its residents.

Unmatched Amenities with complete safety

OKAS Residency sets itself apart with its extensive range of world-class amenities, curated to cater to the diverse needs and preferences of its residents. The development boasts a well-equipped fitness centre, swimming pool, jogging tracks, and dedicated play areas for children, encouraging an active and healthy lifestyle.

The presence of a clubhouse and community halls provides spaces for social gatherings and events, fostering a sense of community and camaraderie among residents. Additionally, the integration of modern security systems, 24/7 power backup, and ample parking facilities ensures the safety and convenience of residents.

Prime Location with access to various institutions

OKAS Residency's prime location adds to its allure as the best place to stay in Lucknow. Situated in a well-connected area, the development offers easy access to educational institutions, healthcare facilities, shopping centres, and entertainment hubs. The proximity to major transportation networks ensures seamless connectivity, making daily commutes hassle-free for residents.

Customer-Centric Approach

Pardos Lucknow Developers prioritise customer satisfaction, and their customer-centric approach is reflected in the development of OKAS Residency. The company focuses on understanding the needs and preferences of homebuyers, incorporating their feedback into the planning and design processes. This commitment to customer satisfaction ensures that it is tailored to meet the aspirations and expectations of its residents.

Partnership between OKAS Residency and Pardos Lucknow Developers

OKAS Residency and Pardos Lucknow Developers Pvt. Ltd.'s collaboration has been essential in improving Lucknow's real estate market. These organisations have collaborated to develop landmark projects that prioritise innovation, luxury, and sustainability. Their efforts have not only improved the city's skyline but also its citizens' quality of life. Pardos Lucknow Developers, as industry pioneers, continue to shape the future of real estate in Lucknow, inspiring others to strive for excellence and embrace sustainable practices.

OKAS Residency in Lucknow is a testament to their commitment to excellence. Through impeccable design and architecture, a focus on sustainable living, unmatched amenities, a prime location, and a customer-centric approach, Pardos Lucknow Developers have transformed it into the best place to stay in Lucknow. The development offers residents a luxurious, comfortable, and environmentally conscious living experience, making it an ideal choice for those seeking a premium residential destination.

About OC Infraventures

OC Infraventures & Constructions Pvt Ltd, founded in 2015, is a major real estate firm that services thousands of clients and conducts multimillion-dollar deals. They take pleasure in our ongoing dedication to excellence and customer satisfaction at OC Infraventures & Constructions. Their professional and knowledgeable team brings a plethora of real estate skills and knowledge to the table, allowing them to provide clients with comprehensive and customised services.

Their track record of over 3000 satisfied customers attests to their success. They have established a reputation for expertise, ethics, and transparency in their transactions, allowing them to establish long-term trustworthy relationships with their clientele. Their commitment to providing outstanding customer service, combined with our capacity to react to changing market circumstances, has been vital to our growth and success.

[pardosrealestate]

Okas Lucknow: Modern 2 BHK Living with Pardos Real Estate

Pardos Okas Residency, a flagship project by Pardos Real Estate, is a symbol of modern living in Lucknow. With 2 BHK flats designed to offer both comfort and style, Okas Lucknow is an ideal choice for those seeking a harmonious blend of city living and tranquility. Explore the remarkable lifestyle opportunities provided by Pardos Okas Residency in the city of Lucknow.

[weepingwillowwonder]

Horny Hazbin Hotel Thoughts/Drabbles: NSFW AHEAD [Minors DNI! 🔞] -> -> ->

This is about Lucifer

Summary: Things you SAY you don’t like because it makes you feel either: shy, scared, or pissed off, but actually really turns you on and how they would react (explanation at the end) [PART 2]

CW: Teeny tiny bit of plot, Reader is scared of the dark, A Lil crying (not in a good way), Fluff, Oral sex through underwear, Cumming in pants, Dirty Talk

Walking around the hotel during the nighttime was always tricky. Since most of the residents would be away in their rooms for the evening, that would also mean most of the lights not currently in use would be turned off. As someone who even slept with a light on and needed the security of illuminated spaces, this provided an obvious problem.

With shaky legs, you tiptoed throughout the hallway, making your way to the kitchen downstairs. Once you reach the stairway, you peer into the dark lobby area and whimper softly to yourself. How on earth did you forget to fill up your water bottle before bed? You shake your head, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than cursing yourself for being forgetful.

Taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to settle your nerves, you slide your hand against the wall searching for the light switch. “I know it’s here somewhere..” you mumble, continuing to fumble around. There’s absolutely no way you’re going down there without turning on the light, thirst be damned.

As you approach closer to the stairs, your breath picks up as the fear takes over, the sound of your heartbeat thumping in your ears. You’re so scared that you don’t even hear the footsteps of someone approaching from behind- “Hey, uh..are you oka-?”

In that moment, it takes you a more than a second to comprehend exactly what happened- At the sound of the voice behind you, you gasp loudly, whipping around to see a figure in the dark reaching for you. Immediately you cowered away, shrieking in the process, only to find a hand wrapped around your mouth as you stumbled backwards against the wall.

“SHHH! Hey! Hey. It’s me, it’s just me..” He tries to reassure you, panicking just as much at your reaction. Tears well up in your eyes as your breathing slows down and you set your hand on top of his. “Lucifer?” you shakily call his name, muffled.

“Shit..I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he takes his hand from your mouth. “I um, I saw you walking around strangely and wanted to make sure you were okay…I really am sorry…” He scratches the back of his head uncomfortably and looks away.

Having a moment to gather yourself, you swallow and nod your head speaking quietly, “I-I’m okay. I’m sorry I reacted that way. I was trying to find the light switch…” you look down at your feet, fiddling with the bottom of your shirt, “It’s dark..” Lucifer pauses at your reaction and quickly leans in to turn on the light switch next to your head. “O-oh! Here!”

When the lights turn on you look up at him with a shy smile, quickly wiping the stray tears from your eyes, “Thanks.” He mirrors your smile, a light blush dusting his cheeks, before nodding and gesturing for you to go ahead, “After you!”

You start to walk forward down the stairs and notice him following close behind, asking, “Oh, were you also going to the kitchen?” He gives an awkward laugh, “Yeah, was just grabbing a drink.” You turn briefly to smile at him, “Me too!”

The remainder of the way was quiet, with only the sound of both your footsteps being heard. Approaching the kitchen, you paused upon seeing the dark void ahead in front of you. “Um…would you min-” you start to ask before Lucifer hastily reaches forward to flip the light switch for you. “Oh! Here we go..” he says, nodding as you once again express your gratitude.

You both quietly move to grab your drinks, you filling up your water bottle and him rummaging through the refrigerator. Twisting the top to your water bottle, you set it on the counter and walk over to the cupboard to look for a snack. While shuffling through the shelves in search of a treat, a loud noise followed by the flickering of lights has you practically jumping out of your skin. Lucifer catches a glimpse of your distressed face turning towards him before it goes completely dark. “Luci..?”

He immediately comes to your side as you whimper his name, trying to ignore how suggestive the tone of your voice sounds as you call out for him. Out of fear, you press yourself close to him, burying your face into his shoulder and curling yourself into his chest.

He allows you to seek comfort in him, wrapping his arms around you while soothingly rubbing your back. “Hey, you’re okay sweetheart I’m right here..” He murmurs softly, “It’s just a power outage.” Lucifer barely feels when you nod, noting how you tremble with each breath you take. He continues to offer you comforting words, cursing himself as his mind wanders at the way you’re clinging to him. ‘It has been sometime since I’ve held someone like this..’ he thinks, blushing.

On the other hand, once you've started to calm down, an identical heat comes to your cheeks. Where fear filled your mind only moments before, now was occupied by the sounds of Lucifer sweetly talking you off the ledge. Smooth and reassuring, he continues to speak softly to you, fingers tracing along your back.

As arousal creeps its way between your legs, he seems to mistake the quickening of your breath as increased distress and guides you over to the counter. “Here,” he says as your only warning before he lifts you on top of the counter, pulling a faint squeak from you.

A familiar throb between your legs makes you bite your bottom lip as his grip brushes against the bottom of your ass. How he managed to lift you up so effortlessly was beyond you. He looks up at you worried, hands skimming along the sides of your thighs. “You doin’ okay?” Flustered, you nod before remembering he probably can’t see you in the dark, “Y-yeah.” You take a shaky breath as his thumbs strokes the sensitive area of your thighs.

Before you realize it, you're murmuring his name, earning a “hm?” before leaning in to press your lips against his. For a moment, he doesn’t kiss back, shocked. When you pull away and start to apologize, his hands find your cheeks to pull you back in. Your gentle kiss quickly turns heated as the sounds of you both making out fill the kitchen.

His hands slide back down to your thighs, making you wrap your legs around him, and grabs two fists full of your ass to pull you close. You arch against him and moan into his mouth as he gropes you, hips inching closer to him. He pulls away from your lips to trail kisses along your neck, nibbling playfully, “Geez sweetheart, I thought you were scared of the dark?” he asks, chuckling breathlessly.

Your mouth opens to respond, but is cut short by a cry when he roughly bites into your shoulder. “Fuck that’s good…” he groans against your neck before moving his hand to cup between your legs. You can’t help the pathetic way you whine and hump against his hand, even reaching your own hand down to hold him harder against you.

“Was just trying to make sure you were okay..Thought you were scared...” He grits out as he watches you beg for a moment, his own hips rolling against the edge of the counter, before moving his hand away. Pulling you into another open mouthed kiss, he brings you to the edge of the counter, gently directing you to lie backwards. Panting, you prop yourself up on your elbows, trying to and failing to see his actions in the dark. “But I see you were looking for something else~”

You feel his fingers quickly tug the waistband of your pants down, lifting yourself slightly to assist him. “I was scared!” You try to defend yourself, but only receive a knowing smirk and an ‘uh huh’ in response. He doesn't even take your pants off all the way before grabbing the backs of your knees to press them into your chest. A low moan escapes him as he smells your arousal, mouth almost watering. “Can’t wait to taste you..”

He leans down, with his tongue out, giving you a kitten lick to sample your wetness through your underwear. His lips quickly close around where you’re most sensitive and give a rough suck, groaning as you cry out his name. Your hands quickly find purchase in his hair as he messily continues to drag his tongue between your legs, sucking an increasing damp spot. His hips move on their own as you tug on his hair, higher pitched moans muffled by his face between your legs.

Moving lower, his tongue pokes at your entrance through your underwear, playfully swirling around your hole. You clench around his tongue as he fucks you as far as the fabric will let him. As your whimpers increase in sound, he continues to eat you out through your underwear. You both moan in tandem, hips bucking up, desperate for release. He moves your legs together in one hand and presses a finger against your hole, trying to wiggle a finger inside.

Your eyes roll back at the pressure of Lucifer's fingers inside of you through your underwear. Pressing further, he stretches the fabric, before pulling out again. He pants as he fingers you, leaning down to bury his face between your legs once again.

Your hands reach to the back of his head and pull him close as you grind yourself against his face. He lets you use him and doubles his efforts as you senses you getting close. Between the warmth of his breath, the firm stroking of his tongue, his finger stretching you out, and your heightened senses in the dark room, has you tumbling over the edge.

Your body tenses as you make more of a mess, a higher pitched moan escaping you. Underneath you, Lucifer’s eyes squeeze shut as he feels his own release in his pants, rutting against the counter. He continues to sloppily suck your cum through the barrier, working you through your orgasm. When he finally does lower your legs, you fall backwards against the counter trying to catch your breath and feel Lucifer sit up.

As you both gather yourselves, the lights flicker back on, making you cover your eyes in the sudden brightness. When you do uncover them, you look up to see Lucifer wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, face fully flushed. He clears his throat to speak, but is cut off by an intruder-

“What the fuck guys! We're yal just fucking on the counters?! We eat there!”

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♡ Okay, tbh while writing this, it took me a hot min to figure out what direction this was going in... 😅

[st-kitten]

707 pt.3

← previous chapter christmas special

A/N: um... i've got two small special effects for this part, sooooo see if u can use them at the right moment :")

WARNINGS: trauma, implied death by accident, a good cry honestly, violence (intended IM A GIRLS GIRL BUT SOME THINGS ARE OKA-), that shlong, sloppenheimer (kidding: oral sex, both receiving), age gap (newsflash 😒) (reader is obv 20+ and toji is idk 38?)

"can we call y/n? for cake?" asked megumi.

"i'm not sure she wants to see anybody today, kid," replied a distressed toji

"but it's my birthday..."

toji couldn't resist megumi's puppy eyes. but he figured that if there was anyone you'd listen to, it would be him. it was worth a try.

both of them stepped out of their apartment, hearing music coming from your apartment. toji felt his breath returning to his lungs. music meant you were okay. or at least alive. your singing got clearer as the two of them stood outside your door. he tried knocking but it was left unanswered. toji wondered whether it was just a recording playing, so he pressed his ear on the door. no, that's definitely her. open the fucking door, y/n!

all toji had as a sign that you were inside were was you were singing.

[mention: easy on me, by adele, again for the lyrics ft.]

"i know there is hope in these waters..." is she crying?

"but I can't bring myself to swim, when i am drowning in this silence..." your voice croaked in the end. she's definitely crying. what the fuck did i do...

toji looked around the lobby. seeing it empty, he grabbed your doorknob and pressed hard on it, tearing it apart, breaking it. he gave it to megumi. he barged inside your barely lit, dark living room, only to find you sitting on the floor, head against the sofa, looking at the ceiling. broken glasses and torn papers surrounded you as you sang at the top of your lungs, voice overcome with some kind of pain that toji couldn't understand, but just feel.

"you can't deny how hard I've tried i changed who I was to put you both first but now I give up..."

"i was still a child..."

"so go eas-" hearing the door blast open, you stopped, whipping your head in its direction.

you were about to bark at toji when you saw the look on his face. fear... then you saw megumi, holding your doorknob, standing behind his father.

toji saw your grief-stricken face. the haunting melody of whatever heart-wrenching song you were singing still echoed in his ears, reaching out from the walls like a desperate cry for help. your disheveled hair clung to your face, a stark contrast to the carefree spirit that used to reside next door.

"w-what are you d-"

"what happened?"

toji treaded carefully around the broken glass, telling megumi to wait where he stood. he knelt down beside you, pushing away the small shards.

you sat there, too horrified to say anything. why is he here? a small shaky breath left your mouth, the rest bubbling up like lava, ready to erupt.

"i don't know what i did baby, but i'm sorr-" toji's apology went unheard as tears streamed down your face and a cry tore through the air like a wounded animal's howl. it was guttural, unrestrained, and laced with a pain so visceral that toji felt it in his bones. the sound wasn't pretty; it was raw and unfiltered, like the ugly side of life laid bare for anyone in earshot.

without a second thought, toji enveloped you in a tight embrace, pulling your trembling shoulders into him. he sat on the floor next to you, one leg folded down and the other tucked to his chest. he felt an involuntary shiver run down his spine as you sobbed into him.

"it's okay..." was all he could say. even he knew that it wasn't about fixing everything; it was about being there in whatever storm was raining down on you. he looked at megumi, unsure about how his son would take seeing you break down. the child stood a silent witness to all of it, his eyes glistening slightly.

"why is it okay?" you muttered. "for parents to be your first bullies..."

"what... stopped them," you sniffled, "from just listening to me?"

toji held onto every word that came out of your mouth. a part of him was relieved that this wasn't about him.

"i didn't want a fucking cake... i didn't want a cake, i just wanted them..." your breath hitched.

"you spend half of your life raising a child in the cruelest way... your last words to each other end up being an argument and... your last words to me were nothing..."

toji felt a knot in his stomach. he watched megumi leave and go back to their apartment. he was torn between his kid, disturbed on the eve of his birthday and the woman he was cradling, on her birthday...

as the echoes of your cry faded, they left behind a heavy, oppressive silence. only your shaky breath could be heard. he sat beside you, his eyes searching for the right words as you wiped away the tears that had traced down your cheeks.

"birthdays are supposed to be happy, ya know..." he whispered to you, as gently as he could. as if the wrong words would shatter you.

"they're also supposed to be spent with family apparently..." you said, gritting your teeth. toji didn't know what to say... he wanted so desperately to talk to her. but how do you even say something at a time like that?

megumi's small steps echoed in your living room. both of you looked at him. you felt like bawling your eyes out and toji simply smiled at his son.

megumi carried a small plate with a loaf of bread sitting atop, two tiny candles buried in it, their flames flickering in the dark room. he stood in front of you, holding out the plate to you with his tiny hands.

you held the plate, placing your hands on his. you glanced at the clock, which was seconds away from midnight. you blew one candle, covering the other with your palm. and when the clock struck 12, megumi blew the other candle out.

"happy birthday, gumi," you put the plate down and hugged him. he wrapped his tiny hands around you, resting his head on your shoulder. "happy birthday, y/n," he said softly.

hours passed by as you talked to toji about your unforeseen disappearance. megumi had fallen asleep in your lap and you stroked his head. you told him about your 13th birthday, your parents death in a car crash... you left some things off the conversation. oh, how toji felt each word you said. he knew how ruthless families could be. his own was never kind to him. he told you about his scar in return, and how he felt insecure about it.

"it's kinda hot, if you ask me." seemed like you were back to being your normal self.

toji smirked. "i know. you wouldn't stop kissing it last night."

you smacked his chest with the back of your hand. but it brought you two to that conversation. toji wanted it off his chest.

"i like ya."

you looked at him, taking a shallow breath.

"not just 'cause we made out yesterday. i'm the worst person to talk about feelings and shit to, but... i got 'em. for you." toji was done with it. he didn't want to stretch it any further. not after the day you'd had.

you opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off, "sit with it for a while. ya don't need to answer me right now."

toji picked megumi up from your lap, carrying him in his arms. he pressed a soft, patient kiss to your lips. "belated happy birthday," he said against your lips, got up and left, leaving a large hole in your door.

[ambient song y/n might vibe to: jeene mein aaye maza, by ankur tiwari]

you wandered aimlessly in the convenience store, picking up things and putting them back where they didn't belong. you circled the whole store thrice until the cashier asked you if something was wrong. paying for cheap beer and rice crackers you didn't even want, you left the store.

you walked home in the evening, head in the clouds. (a cloud shaped like toji)

he liked you. his words hammered in your mind like construction workers at the crack of dawn. girls usually felt giddy after hearing a boy confess to them. the fuck were you feeling? and why was it some kind of diarrhoea? you mind went back to how you'd kissed and how good it felt. there was no doubt that you found him attractive. you liked spending time with him. but did you like him? what even would you do if you did? date him? be his girlfriend? mother to his child? how did one go about dating an older man? if anything, he'd end up with another child.

you walked by a park, watching children playing (mostly falling), building sandcastles in the pit (and falling on them), running around chasing nothing (and falling), scurrying into their parents' arms (guess what).

did you want to be that to megumi? because being with toji meant being with megumi and being responsible for him.

you sat down on the pavement, sipping on beer that tasted like toothpaste, pondering over what kind of life you'd build for yourself. you were not interested in hook up culture. committed relationships were made to sound like life imprisonment sentences. the titles didn't apply to you and especially him. what would being with toji even look like? once your little quinn project comes to an end, what then? would he grab the cash and bolt? would he stay? would he stay anyway?

the more you sat and thought about it, the more things blurred. you thought it best not to overthink it. he did tell you to not rush an answer. but you were not the most patient of all people. the one thing you disliked was how things get awkward every time someone confesses their feelings out of the blue and the other has to be the dealbreaker.

you decided to do the rest of the thinking at home. the city was twinkling with christmas lights and decorations. it was always a wonderful sight to see. it made you want to travel to a quaint countryside only to realise your long lost love for the holiday season and family values as you broke into song about reuniting with your childh-yes, that hallmark movie.

when you entered through the gate to your building, you spotted megumi near the postboxes. a very uncomfortable megumi... in the arms of a woman you'd never seen. she looked rich. fur coat, pradas, sunglasses that covered her whole face like a covid shield. megumi so didn't want to be held like that. your gaze fell on toji, who... drumroll... had the exact same expression as his kid. as you walked in that direction you could hear the conversation.

"he likes me, don't you think?" PLEASE that's what rich people sound like?

"just put him down," toji sighed.

"no, i'm gonna steal him!!!" she giggled, shoving her face into megumi. he flinched and pushed himself away from her.

"aww, he's so playful... toji, why don't you invite me over for a drink?"

megumi wiggled like a worm in her arms, trying to escape her grip. he twisted like a pretzel until she had to put him down. but she held onto his hand tightly. that didn't go unnoticed by toji who was growing angrier every passing minute.

"come on... it'll be fun," she sneered.

"i gotta look after my kid." that was all he said.

"i'm sure he won't mind... right meggy? you'll let daddy and i play for a while, right?" megumi tried to pry her hands off, but she tugged at him harshly.

suddenly, all the diarrhoea made sense. the blur cleared. your eyes narrowed as you observed the audacious scene unfolding before you. something in your head snapped and you took purposeful steps towards her, and offensive gaze locked, devoid of any remorse.

swatting her hand off of megumi's, you put the kid behind you protectively. in a millisecond, your hand swung with conscious thought, as you smashed the beer bottle on her head. the glass shattered on her scalp, cutting through the background noise like a warning shot.

"not. your. kid."

caught between shock and appreciation for your sudden defence, toji covered his curled mouth with his palm. he looked at megumi, who stood behind you, holding the ends of your jacket. the kid looked back at his father, smirking mischievously. toji turned his cackling laughter into an asthmatic cough.

the woman couldn't take a hint even when it hit her in the skull.

"who do you think you are?"

"how dare you hit me? do you know who i am?"

"i'm talking to you!!! hello!!!??"

you let her run her mouth. you weren't interested in what she had to say. you looked down at megumi. you could see the faint red strip that circled his wrist. you knew how manipulative it was to use toji's kid as a means to get to him. you already befell his threat. but you understood it all of a sudden.

the honest urge to protect your kid.

the woman eventually stomped and left, mouthing cuss words at passersby.

"so... care to explain what that was?" asked toji, folding his hands, looking at you with fascination.

"my answer," you said with a smile as you held megumi's little hand, rubbing the back of it with your thumb.

toji smirked proudly.

"what happened here?" asked the building watchman, who heard about the act of violence from others who witnessed it.

"nothing interesting,"

"they're saying you harassed a woman," he was quick to throw an accusing glance at toji.

"nonsense! just some personal drama," you interrupted. "that's the father, this is his son."

"and that's the unholy spirit..." toji mumbled to the guard, earning a death glare from you.

the three of you walked towards the elevator. you handed megumi the rice crackers you bought and he wasted no time in digging in. toji put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer as he whispered in your ear, "what does a fella like me have to do to see you smash another bottle again?"

"flirt with another woman and i'll gladly smash one on your head."

toji's deep chuckle vibrated in your ear.

megumi dragged you inside their house to show you his new sketches. he'd really outdone himself. he'd also made his father hang all the small drawings on the christmas tree they had in their living room. toji was glad that he'd found something to occupy himself with. not that he didn't want to spend time with the kid, but seeing him not get overly attached to a single parent relieved the giant weight on his shoulders.

"mmm! gumi, i have a gift for you."

megumi trotted to you like a puppy, eyes twinkling like stars.

"you're gonna spoil him."

"correct."

you gave him a cd. "i wrote you a song." megumi clutched the cd like a prized trophy. he opened the case and showed his father the cd. you'd chased down your producer's sales guy to put one of megumi's sketches as the cd cover.

"when did you even have time to do this?"

"last night. and today morning."

"you didn't sleep?"

you looked away from him, perfectly expecting a fatherly scolding. instead, toji just chortled. he left megumi to listen to your song on a loop as the two of you went to your apartment. (sorry megs, but this is a toji x y/n)

you closed the door, swearing that the hole where your doorknob used to be was getting bigger by each minute. not a moment later, toji had his arms wrapped around you, his mouth on yours. you dropped the grocery bags on the floor and threw your hands around his neck. bumping into nearly every piece of furniture along the way, you sauntered into your room, lips glued to each other. he kissed you like it was the last thing he could do in the world and you kissed him like it was the first thing you wanted to do before anything else.

"mmm... hold on," toji pulled away momentarily and said, "promise me one thing."

"what?"

"you don't disappear when shit hits the fan. you come talk to me."

you felt guilt churn inside you, recalling how you'd left toji and megumi to wonder what 'they' had done wrong to make you go distant.

you nodded. "i promise."

toji held you in his arms for a while, taking a look at your face. he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and you winced.

"ow! careful, i just got my ear pierced."

toji raised his eyebrows. he pushed your hair aside and saw a helix piercing, the edge of your ear pink and slightly swollen.

"that looks like it hurt."

"oh, it did."

"then why'd ya get it?"

"i always get piercings on my birthday."

"why?" toji honestly didn't understand this form of self-harm.

"what can i say, buddy, i love getting stabbed..." you said plainly, backing away and took your shoes off.

toji snorted a laugh at your comment. "masochist."

"aww, big man uses big words now..." you said, keeping your shoes under your bed. toji simply slapped your ass.

"sadist."

"by the way, i added some background noises to our recording. it sounds so good!"

"oh? let's hear it then," said toji, sitting down on your bed. he was glad to see you be your usual confident self. last night had him tensed with worry. even though he wasn't the source of your pain, he couldn't imagine how lonely you must've felt spending your birthday crying as life wickedly toasted to your parent's death, scarring the one day you were supposed to own with pride.

you made him listen to some excerpts, but ended up talking over them anyway, excitedly telling him how smartly you had edited some things. he just watched you with a small smile. whenever you turned to face him, his eyes fell on your piercing. he counted how many you had. nine. marking nine years of an anniversary nobody would want to remember like this. four piercings on each ear and one in your nose. did you really need the pain to validate your broken heart? did it make you feel like you deserved it?

he dismissed those thoughts from his head. it was your decision. and you bore it like an ornament, and not a scar. plus, he now that he fully took your face in, he couldn't deny hot incredibly hot those piercings looked on you. the thought of you sitting through that and showing off your piercings made his stomach flip. seriously, how much more hot could you get?

as if to answer his question, your recording played in his ear, some scene at a party with your characters failing to keep their hands to themselves. his voice blended with yours like the perfect duet. the way you spoke, changing your tone, pitch, hell, even your little laugh to suit your character made him feral. he wanted to hear you more. but not for some recording. he wanted to hear you for himself.

the moment the recording ended, toji pounced on you, grabbing your neck, careful not to hurt your ear as he kissed you roughly. you gasped, but melted on the spot. you liked where this was going anyway. toji moved his lips along yours, nibbling at you mouth. he let you catch a breath, before shoving his tongue inside, only for it to hitch again.

he pushed you into your bed, immediately hovering over you. he let his hands run up and down your legs. you hummed under his touch. he felt you shuffle underneath. he pulled away for a moment to watch you sneak your phone out of the pocket, finger pressed on a red dot.

"you wanna give your fans a show, baby?" he murmured.

"nuh uh, this is for me," you panted.

toji smirked. "gotta make this good then..." he peppered kiss on your neck, sucking on your skin. he could smell that god awful coconut perfume. to ease the weight his humongous body dumped on you, he shoved his knee between your legs, hoisting himself over you properly. you practically moaned in his mouth at the feeling of his knee rubbing against you. you had no idea what to do with your hands, so you just let them stay on your stomach lifelessly.

toji broke the kiss once more, chuckling at the whine that escaped from your mouth.

"so needy..." he growled, taking his shirt off with one hand. your jaw hung open as you took him in. the way he towered you even when sitting on his knees made him seem almost... monstrous.

toji only it thought it fair to get rid of your clothes too. he held your waist and pulled you to him, hoisting you on his lap. he took your jacket off, throwing it on the floor.

"be careful with the shirt. it's vivienne westwood."

"strip then."

slowly, taking the sweet time of your life, you pulled the shirt off, turning it right side up and neatly folded it, placing it at the far end of your bed.

"you done, sweetie?" he cooed in your ear.

"done."

"lovely. put your hands to use." he had you folded under him, back on the bed, kisses getting rougher, wetter, messier. you clawed at his shoulder, back, neck, chest, every part of him that you could touch. he licked a particular spot just under your ear that made you mewl in pleasure. like a vampire, toji bit your neck, causing you to moan softly.

his free hand unclasped your bra and tossed it away.

"would it kill you to not throw my clothes here and there?"

"thought you liked it violent, baby..." he murmured in your ear, biting a hickey on your neck. he kept switching between kissing your lips and sucking at your neck while he played with your tits, squeezing them, pinching them, kneading them like dough. he was right. they did fit in his hands perfectly. he latched his mouth onto one, making you squirm under him.

toji was absorbing your body. he felt bold; bold to take what he wanted from you. well, what he wanted was you. your body, your hips, your mouth, all of it. he wanted to show you just how desirable you were to him.

the hand that roamed your waist slowly trailed down your cargo pants. you didn't even realise when he took them off, but it was good anyway. less is more.

at an agonisingly slow pace, the tips of his fingers teased you over your panties. toji took a look at you, covered in his marks, lips pink and swollen.

he chuckled, "just how many of these stupid panties do you have?"

"I FUCKING KNEW IT. PANTY THIEF!" you smacked his abs.

"they're mine now," toji murmured as back away, spreading your legs apart with his hands, grabbing at your thighs. he kissed your inner thigh languorously making his way down to your wet cunt. he took your panties off, once more putting them back in his pockets. he dipped two of is fingers inside slowly, as if he was learning about your body. he watched your every reaction, every quiver, every hitched breath as he took his time and prepped you for himself. he curled his fingers at an optimal spot and like a cat on heat, you mewled and your legs shut tight around his hand.

"uh uh uh, i need these legs wide open, darling." he knew how much you liked it when he said that. when you didn't spread them, he smacked a hard slap on your hip, causing you to gasp and giggle as you did as directed.

"don't be a brat."

"or what?"

toji didn't retort. instead, he dove straight into your cunt, painting your insides with long strokes with his tongue. he paired it with his forefinger running up and down, inside and out, pushing against your clit. hearing you whimper and pant just made him want to tease you. recording all those dirty audios with you had him gain a mind in the game. like an illusionist, his hands disappeared and he pulled away, making you pine for him.

"toji fushiguro, i will smash a bottle on your head if you ever take your mouth off me like that again..." god, you sounded so sexy.

"ya know... it makes my dick hard when you talk to me like that."

you crunched forward and grabbed his hair, pulling him back to your pussy. toji chuckled, resuming eating you out like a man starved for days.

"oh i bet it does," you said breathlessly, throwing a few more slurred taunts his way. toji extended his free hand and shoved two of his fingers in your mouth.

"put that mouth to use, brat." he groaned in pleasure feeling your tongue swirl around his fingers, sucking them, gently biting them whenever he lapped at your cunt the right away. even with his fingers stuffed in your mouth, he could hear your muffled moans loudly. he sped his pace, slipping his fingers in and out of you, lapping at your core. he felt you clench and he took it as an open invitation to increase the pressure. you let out a long, stretched moan as you gushed all over his chin.

"is this what you ladies call girl dinner?" toji took his fingers out of you, licking them and tasting you, smacking his lips.

you laughed, throwing your head back.

"ugh, shut up."

"make me," you commented, practically waltzing into the man's next plan for you. toji's hand wrapped around your throat as he pulled you up as if you weight nothing. he got off the bed, standing in front of you as you were on all fours.

"gladly," toji slid his pants and boxers down, freeing his hard-as-a-rock girth.

"this isn't fair, toji," you cried at the size of it.

"i know, baby..." he gripped your chin with his fingers, nearly crushing your jaw. you looked up at him and seeing you on your knees for him lit a fire within him.

playfully you licked his wet lip like a kitten...

"cute. but that's not gonna cut it, sweetheart."

"i'll have you know i won the popsicle eating contest in my college..."

toji chuckled, holding his cock out to your face and smacked it against your lips. "gonna keep me waitin'?"

you took his head in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, letting the tip run between the faint slit. you bobbed your head a few times, adjusting to his length and width. you'd be grateful to have a jaw left by the time you've sucked him dry. you took his length in your, stroking what you couldn't. you felt his cock twitch and pulsate in your mouth.

"god, you're doing so well..." toji reached forward, accidentally thrusting more of his dick in your mouth, making you whimper. he picked up your phone, which had been recording every lewd sound you made and he held it by his hip. "you sound so... fucking perfect, baby... gagging over my dick like that."

he pushed your hair aside, gripping it tightly as he pushed your head further in, moaning at how good it felt to have you take damn nearly all of him.

"fuck... shit.... s' good" toji let a buffet of grunts and moans spill out of his mouth. first, because he you took him that well, and second because he wanted you to get off to his voice, just like he did to yours. he began thrusting into your mouth faster, feeling his release creeping its way up. had he known how easy it was for him to come just by getting a quick blowjob, he'd have put more work into the foreplay. but fuck, he loved every damn moment of it. how your mouth was wet and warm, how your pointed tongue knew just where to lick, how your cheeks hollowed to pull him in.

"keep going, baby... i'm almost there," he panted, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back, hips moving at a brutal pace. his mind went to you eating a popsicle for some reason and he laughed, paving the way for a guttural moan that rumbled through his mouth as he came into your mouth. you closed your eyes, letting the uncomfortable feeling pass away as you managed to swallow the barrel full of cum he just shot into your mouth.

toji pulled out, feeling euphoric. he was completely obsessed with you. he wanted to take your right there. he wanted to be inside you. fuck, he wanted to see how loud you could get for him.

a knock on your main door and a small voice calling out to toji snapped you back to your senses.

"what a cockblock," toji sighed.

you threw a pillow at him. "that's your adorable birthday boy you're talking about!"

toji changed back into his clothes, refusing to give you your panties back, earning another pillow to his face. he looked at you to make sure you still didn't have second thoughts about him. but there you were, effortlessly moving around the room, picking up the pieces of clothing he'd tossed here and there. he loved how much fun you had doing all these things with him. it made the experience twice as much worth it.

you changed into your pyjamas and led toji out of your bedroom.

"does it say 'juicy' on your ass?" he said, reading the glittery text on your pants.

"ya bet it does," you smacked your own ass, proud of your sense of fashion, no matter how ridiculous it was.

"gonna fuck that ass someday."

"fix my door first." you peeked through the hole in your door, looking at the top of megumi's hair.

you opened the door to see megumi standing in his pyjamas, holding his demon dog, yawning.

"awww, sorry for keeping your dad for so long."

megumi yawned again, nodding.

"she sang a song for me too, you know..." said toji, picking up his sleepy kid, giving you a wink. you kicked his ass, making him stagger out of your house.

"good night."

"good night..." you smiled at the two.

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Japanese construction workers on Wednesday resumed landfill work at the new site of the U.S. military base on Okinawa despite protests by the island’s residents that the move tramples on their rights and raises environmental concerns.

The planned relocation site for the base, on Okinawa’s eastern coast, has been at the center of a dispute between the government in Tokyo and the local authorities at a time of the island’s growing strategic importance.[...]

Three weeks ago, the Fukuoka High Court’s Naha branch ordered Okinawa Gov. Denny Tamaki to approve the central government’s modified landfill plan, and allowed the Land and Transport Ministry to order the work to resume by overriding the governor’s disapproval.

On a barge brought to the location on Wednesday, a pair of loader machines scooped up mounds of rock and gravel and dumped them into the sea as part of reclamation needed to reinforce the extremely soft seabed at the site planned for U.S. Marine Corps Air Station Futenma.

Tamaki, who has appealed the order to the Supreme Court, said the court ruling was unjust and goes against the will of the residents. Under Japanese law, construction can proceed while the court decision is pending. He called the resumption of the landfill work “extremely regrettable.”[...]

Tamaki, the governor, has sought a significant reduction of the U.S. military on Okinawa, which is home to more than half of 50,000 American troops based in Japan under a bilateral security pact.

Hundreds of scholars, film directors and ordinary citizens who have advocated for Okinawans’ autonomy, signed a global petition demanding the island cease to be “a de facto military colony of the United States and Japan ever since the end of the World War II.”

One of the petition organizers, Satoko Norimatsu Oka who heads the Vancouver-based Peace Philosophy Center, provided a copy of the document to The Associated Press.

“We must end the discrimination and military colonization of Okinawa,” said the petitioners, who include filmmaker Oliver Stone.

The petition urged President Joe Biden and Japanese Prime Minister Fumio Kishida to “cancel the construction of the new base in Henoko.”

10 Jan 24

[m00nsbaby]

Moon system as Venom hosts.

. . . x Spider-reader. (Disclaimer. Venom ooc, inspired in the movies so it's kind of a angry puppy, lol.)

Steven.

"What the fuck?" You had punched hard things before, but apparently, the huge black slime with eyes was getting the better of you.

With a thud on the ground, you assumed it might be time to seek an alternative because you were sure you heard your bones crack.

You closed your eyes, just for two seconds.

"Oh Gods, are you oka…" You didn't let him finish; you threw one last punch with all your might.

Something cracked beneath your hand, in fact.

"Bloody fucking hell!"

When you snapped back to reality, the giant mass was no longer in front of you, only a guy taller than you, lying on the ground, holding his nose.

"Did I hurt you? Where did he…" "He's inside me."

"Dude… that's weird." What else could you say?

"You broke my nose." "Your pet broke my spine."

Before you could even react, you received another blow. It turns out the slime, and yes, you refused to call it anything else because you refused to accept that this thing adhered to the laws of physics or logic.

"Sorry, sorry!" You had just broken his nose, and he was still apologizing to you. "He doesn't like being called a pet."

At least, both of you were even, or something like that.

His hand was stained with blood after trying to clean his nose, but he still extended it to you, and you took it to get back on your feet.

All your bones cracked when you stood up. At least, your spider sense was calm, or maybe it was because he had broken that too.

You still distrusted when he explained the situation as if you were lifelong friends.

Maybe you were just getting dazzled by a pretty English accent and big brown eyes.

'I'm not arguing with him, whatever you say gorgeous,' you thought.

He kept talking. About headaches, stomach pains, hunger, Venom.

When you sat on the cold and slightly damp concrete to catch your breath, he did the same.

You didn't tell him that this usually wasn't done between "villains" and "heroes." In fact, you doubted he even had a concept of how those things worked.

While he babbled, you wondered if he had no friends, and that's why he was vomiting his most personal secrets to a stranger he had just fought with minutes ago, or if it was just easy to vent to you because the mask concealed all your facial reactions.

He was cute.

Even with the broken nose.

Cute enough for you to ignore the symbiote staring at you over his shoulder.

I mean, the slime.

"So, can I trust that you won't eat anyone?" And he seemed sad to hear you say that.

'Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it…'

"Do you want to exchange numbers?" His eyes lit up.

You took off the mask for him. You could almost hear, or perhaps feel, the strong beats of his heart when you did it. Was it nervousness or something else you weren't recognizing?

"I won't say anything, you know, uh… about this." "Of course, you won't, because I also saw your face." You winked.

Steven Grant, as he had introduced himself, had the oldest phone you had ever seen, yet you pressed each number on the keyboard several times until you managed to type your name, and he struggled with your broken touchscreen to do the same.

Venom called him an idiot when his gaze stayed fixed on where you left, with the mask on, swinging through the cold city.

Venom also called you an idiot, multiple times.

He was apprehensive with Steven, but who wouldn't be? With time, you discovered the innocent nature he had, almost seemed like a joke that an evil black slime resided within him.

Ah, the same one that almost ripped your arm off for calling him slime.

"He likes you, he just doesn't express emotions well…" "He hates me." "I like you." Your handgot stuck on Steven's shirt when you flustered.

And it happened again when he kissed your cheek a week later.

And when he finally mustered the courage to invite you on a date.

Was it responsible on your part? No, clearly not, but you were good with instincts, or at least, that was supposed to be included in the package, so as long as you didn't get bad vibes from Steven, you could enjoy your silly crush.

Venom was pure bad vibes, but you couldn't say much about him.

He never stopped hating you, not even when you tried to bribe him with chocolates.

Well, maybe he could handle his hatred when he forced Steven to take steps closer to you and finally kiss you when he didn't find the courage to do it himself.

Even so, when you called him slime again, he hit you again. "

Marc.

You enjoyed testing his patience.

Marc and you found yourselves together almost every night, against his will. You would use the excuse of keeping an eye on him, doing your 'superhero job' by making sure he didn't eat anyone.

And to his misfortune, Venom adored you, if such things could love.

Over time, you got used to even the strangest things, like when his huge tongue touched you because apparently, your body lotion was seemingly sweet.

It reminded you of a puppy. Giant, somewhat liquid, and with eyes that were scary.

You teamed up to annoy Marc, so he couldn't use it against you.

"Marc Spector!" "Don't you have any concept of privacy?" "Don't you have any concept of time? It's 4 am."

You were hanging from one hand as if it was nothing in front of him.

"I don't even want to ask what you're holding onto."

"It's magic, Marc."

A third voice interrupted. The symbiote. "Yes, Marc, magic." "I doubt you know what that is, parasite." "Maaaarc, don't be mean to him."

The symbiote wasn't even paying attention to him, as usual, it was more interested in forming an extra limb long enough to give you a little push, and you swung back and forth now, just a few inches thanks to these playful shoves.

Marc saw you a little closer and a little farther away.

He found it amusing that hanging from something taller was the only way you were at his height.

Or did he find it endearing? Perhaps a bit of both.

"Marc likes you." It blurted out as if it was nothing, and you, still blushing, smiled in a way that made the guy roll his eyes.

"I don't like you, he got the word wrong; it was 'hate.'" Who was he trying to fool? He wouldn't get away with it with you.

"Do you know what my spider-sense is saying?" "Some nonsense, I'm sure." "Nope." "Is it warning you about this?"

Yes, obviously, Marc tried to punch you, it wasn't the first time he annoyed you with that, but this time, he felt chills when you stopped his hand with yours.

It always happened. He never managed to land the blow.

You looked at him directly, he was used to only seeing the expressionless eyes of your mask.

True, you never revealed who you were. Were you going to tell him? Maybe later, perhaps next week, or the following, or next month.

Someday.

"Don't you have a city to protect?" "I protect it from guys like you." Thankfully, the mask followed the blinks and focus of your eyes so he could see your feeble attempt at a wink.

He always felt uneasy when you had to leave, and Marc always thought it was because of Venom and how apprehensive he was with you.

Or maybe it was the constant fear that one day, he would be one of the guys you stopped every night, like the time you two met.

You knew him well enough to know that he wasn't a bad person, and Venom's instincts didn't make him a… very big threat.

But would you see it the same way if he ever lost control?

"You want me to go, I get it." You tried to dramatize while your body turned with the agility of a gymnast, hanging upside down on the web, it would make it easier for you to climb the wall afterward. "Yes, that's what I want."

No, he didn't want that. His smile told you so.

"You prefer me to leave rather than admit that you like me." "You're unbearable."

They were face to face, and Marc could feel the 'other' watching from the outside. A monster with the curiosity of a child.

"I'll see you later, Marc."

He could hear your smile behind the mask.

"Spidey?" Your heart skipped a beat; he had never called you by such a 'affectionate' nickname before. "Uh-huh?"

Marc didn't say anything else; he just let Venom handle lowering your mask a few centimeters.

It tickled, you had never felt an area as sensitive as your neck.

You didn't mind.

"You finally shut up." The truth was, you were left speechless, with your mask up to the bridge of your nose, and your lips uncovered for him.

Just for him.

He kissed you, slow, soft, and savoring every second of the contact between your lips.

Internally, Marc prayed never to be one of your "guys." Never to lose control.

"Good luck." It was the last thing he said before giving you an extra short kiss and allowing the symbiote to adjust your mask once again.

Your lips and brain felt fuzzy for a few extra minutes after that.

You were no longer there to hear the way Venom tried to whisper, "That was good." To him; he definitely had to stop letting it watch those dramatic telenovelas.

The best part of this was that he had finally found a way to make you be quiet.

Jake.

Venom and Jake were the dream team.

It turned out that Mr. 'car expert' had fit perfectly with the symbiote, except for the slightly disgusting part of… ingesting things.

But other than that, Lockley knew how to use it perfectly to his advantage.

And on the other hand, it turned out that Jake also worked perfectly with you.

You had a deal.

Was it morally right? Ehh… Meh.

Sometimes, as a city vigilante, you had to simply accept that there were worse things, and if this part helped you protect more people, then so be it.

He helped you, well, Venom did. His strength was something you definitely needed on your side, along with the extra limbs since the spider bite gave you everything but a few more legs.

You turned away on the opposite side some nights, losing sight of the criminals who fell into his hands to feed 'the other.'

Also, in Jake's questionable business dealings. Nothing too serious.

"To your left." You obeyed, stepping to the left without even looking around. When one of the guys you were fighting fell forward, you were able to see what could have hit you.

This was getting ridiculous for both of you. Fighting ordinary people felt like staying in the minor leagues.

Hey, at least they finished 15 minutes earlier than usual, looking on the bright side.

"Good thing I was around."

His ego, always his ego, which made you roll your eyes. Both of you were in an alley, the one where you hid your things at the start of the patrol.

He suggested watching if anyone came while you put on the clothes that hid your suit in case there was someone awake in your house.

He had no intentions of doing it; it was just an excuse to spend time with you.

"When are you going to tell me?" The question every damn night.

"I add a month to the count every time you ask, Jake."

"That's not fair." The serious tone in his voice made you look at him. You tilted your head slightly.

"Eh?"

A step closer.

"That's not fair." He repeated. "It's not fair that you hide it from me when you know everything about me. Not when we are…"

Jake was always so calm that it was probably the most terrifying part, perhaps that's how he balanced Venom.

"We are nothing, Jake." Low blow.

Obedient to Jake's movements, two black, viscous limbs came out of him, lightly pushing you against the wall behind you.

Ugh, you hated the disgusting walls of the alleys.

A third limb sprouted while the others kept you against the wall. Jake was always rough with you, only physically, and it was only because he knew you could take it, that it never bothered you.

It was attractive. Dominant.

"We are nothing." You repeated and this time, he heard you smile under the mask.

Mistake.

The third limb went for the mask.

You didn't move from your spot; you didn't fight. You just lifted your chin to make it easier for him to remove the mask.

Jake was amazed when he could see your face. He dreamed about this so many times that he began to feel like his silly crush was turning into an obsession.

Now, it was justified.

The limb caressed your cheek; it almost seemed like an extension of him by the way it flowed with Venom.

"Surprise."

He didn't say anything, but the way he looked at you was enough.

Venom took care of bringing you closer until your body collided with Jake's, who looked down at you.

The chill that ran through you was almost similar to your spider-sense when it warned you that something was wrong.

Although with Jake, everything always seemed fine.

He rested his forehead against yours for a while, something he always did with your mask on. It was as if he was confirming that it really was you.

You waited for the kiss for longer than you'd like to admit.

And that idiot laughed.

You felt his breath on yours and chose to keep your eyes closed.

"We are nothing, huh?" His lips brushed against yours as he spoke. "I'll see you tomorrow then, cariño." It was the last thing he said before taking a step back.

All the Venom extensions that held you were gone, and suddenly he was gone too.

He left you in the alley with flushed cheeks, wishing more than ever to kiss him passionately.

Later, you would get revenge.

And yes, you couldn't stop smiling.

I'm revoking everyone's monster fucker permits according to how y'all react to jake using venom like that

[valkyyriia]

Pokes

Arthur with the sick prompt (and tchai) preferably pre-relationship >:))

The Adventure of the Doctor's Orders

Words: 644 CW: None | SFW Tags: Sickfic, OC x Suitor Prompt: Arthur + Sick Pairing: Arthur / Tchaikovsky (Koco's OC) (Pre-Relationship)

OC: Pyetrovna Ilyich Tchaikovsky

Note: The title for this one is subject to change. I can't think of anything better but I'm not happy with it either haha.

I hope I did Tchai justice, Koco!

It started with a sniffle.

The sniffle turned into a cough.

Arthur wasn't worried, no; why would he be? Arthur hardly worried about a thing (if you were to believe his words, anyway). The way his mouth would go dry and his hands would shake every time Tchaikovsky's body convulsed with cough was purely coincidental.

Vampires hardly ever get sick, Comte told him once. They were also incredibly difficult to kill. Even the lesser vampires were more resilient than a human, albeit less so than the purebloods.

The rational thought in Arthur's brain told him it was nothing serious. Every logical part of him screamed that he had nothing to worry about.

Yet the emotional part of Arthur that he tried so hard to keep at bay wouldn't hear of it.

What if it was something serious? Tchai was sickly, wasn't she? Something didn't quite click when she was revived, and her ailments continued to plague her. It could be she had also somehow not gotten the vampiric super-healing and-

No.

Arthur stopped himself there.

It did him no good to dwell on such thoughts.

"Luv, are you okay?" Arthur asked, his concern evident in his voice. He looked at Tchai, his blue eyes scanning the girl's frame analytically. He took note of the abnormally strong shivers wracking the girl's body and how she was paler than usual. Small details, sure, but to Arthur's experienced eye, they were as obvious as a lighthouse on a clear night at sea.

Fever.

"I'm fine," Tchai argued.

"You certainly are not," Arthur replied, walking closer to her. He took his glove off and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead, checking Tchai's temperature.

Just as he expected - she was warm and her skin was clammy to the touch.

Arthur clicked his tongue. "You shouldn't be walking around like this. Off to bed with you." He shooed her back towards her room.

Tchai tried to protest, but realized quickly that it was futile. Arthur wouldn't hear a word of it.

The blatant, unhidden display of concern was enough to cause Tchai's eyes to water. She didn't think any of the residents would care enough about her to worry if she was feeling under the weather. She blinked back tears, determined not to cry in front of Arthur.

Despite her best efforts, a couple of tears slipped out. If Arthur noticed, he didn't say anything.

Arthur walked them straight over to Tchai's bedroom door and opened it, pushing her into her room with a light hand on the back.

"Go on. Get yourself comfortable. I won't look, even if you ask me to," Arthur joked, though his grin lacked some of its usual cheer.

Tchai tried to laugh, but it quickly turned into a cough.

"Strict bedrest. Doctor's orders," Arthur chided. "You're lovely, Tchai, truly; but I don't want to see you up and about until this fever's broken." He pointed a warning finger at her, slipping his glove back on and moving to head out the door.

She made a small noise of protest. Arthur popped his head back in the room. "Now, now, no need to miss me that much; I've hardly been gone for ten seconds! I'm going to get a couple of things while you're getting yourself back in bed."

When Arthur returned, Tchai had changed back into her nightclothes. Arthur placed a bowl of soup on the bedside table alongside a bottle of Rouge.

"Eat this, and drink that," he told her. "And then go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

After ensuring she followed his instructions, Arthur settled at Tchai's desk, his latest manuscript in hand. He wasn't entirely certain why he felt the need so strongly to reassure himself Tchai would be okay, but regardless, he would do his part.

Arthur promised himself he wouldn't lose her.

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[viperrot]

⇁high school sweethearts | leon kennedy | pt. 2

resident evil 4 remake leon s. kennedy x fem!band-student!reader high school au

oboes are fuckin' expensive. much to you and your brother's dismay, the school is making you pay for the damages instead of your newfound enemy. oh, and his dad wants you to tutor his daughters!

pt. 1 pt.3

content contains: mild angst, enemies to lovers, mean leon, cliches, story is told in first person, reader is a bit shy and is an oboe and trumpet player!, leon and reader are in their juniour year, fictional town set around 1980!

not proofread i am sleepy

2252 words

song rec: "the mercy of the wind" by million eyes

still on the slower side, but alas.

"Ms. (L/n)? They're asking for you at the guidance office," Mr. Kay coughs during our water break. I look up at him, confused for a moment, but I realize it was most likely to talk about that awful interaction that happened before this period between Damien, Leon, and me.

"Oh... Oka-"

"Let me go with her, Mr. Kay," Sammy demands, setting her flute down in her case beneath her seat. Before the director can say anything, the ravenette drags me by the sleeve of my shirt out of the door. She's got this pout on her lips, and I know that she's still angry.

"I can't believe that fuckin' asshole just thought it was a good idea to drop your oboe like that!" She fumes. I swear I can steam come out of her ears as she grumbles profanities about the ace soccer player. "Y'know, you'd think that he knows how expensive those things can be since he has two sisters in band, but nnooooo, he just had to go on 'n do that to you, huh? I'll show him...!"

"Sammy, it's fi-" The five-foot-nine beauty stopped in her tracks, turning on her heel to face me and slam her palms onto my shoulder.

"Sugar, it's not fine," she sighs, seeing how shocked I looked. "That oboe is your baby. You can beat up your trumpet as much as you want, but that oboe is what's gettin' you into college," she reminds me. I look down at the toes of my converse, a bit embarrassed by how I was so easily putting off my emotions. I feel Sammy give my cheek a soft caress with her thumb.

"Don't lie to yourself and put Kennedy in a shinin' light. He did something awful to you, and that's a fact. Me 'n your brother are gunna make him pay hell," the girl assures me, and I nod at her words.

"Thank you, Sammy... I'm glad you love me enough to tell me I'm being an idiot," I chuckle dryly. She slaps my shoulder softly.

"That's what best friends are for, (Y/n)!" Sammy gives me a comforting smile, and we begin walking again. The journey is a bit long considering the band room is on the opposite end of the high school, but it was fun because of how Sammy described the most grotesque ways of torturing the new boy in town. Eventually, we made it to the guidance office, and inside was my counselor, my older brother, and the devil incarnate.

"Ah, there you are," my conselor, Ms. Penelope smiles. She nods at Samantha, and I figure she's okay with my friend being here. I sit down awkwardly between Leon and Damien, shrinking in my spot to take up as little space possible. My best friend sits next to Damien, furthest away from the ex-Greenvale resident. The silence is deafening, and I feel as if I could cut the tension with a knife.

"So..." Ms. Penelope clears her throat, resting her dainty hands atop her desk. "I think we all know why you three are in here," she motions towards the boys and me. Damien grunts, and Leon is dead silent. I decide to speak up.

"How will my oboe be repaired?" I question. I see Ms. Penelope's expression turn a bit somber. Through gritted teeth, she responds.

"Well, I had asked some other people before I called you in, and they said it would be best not to penalize Mr. Kenne-"

"What.," Damien and Sammy eyes narrowed as they spoke in unison. I hear Leon stifle a giggle, and my brother immediately stands up, about to pounce.

"Don't fucking laugh, you piece of shit!" He roars, fist tight at his sides. "That thing was hard-earned, dipshit!"

"Mr. (L/n), sit down, now!" Ms. Penelope gasps.

"Please," Leon scoffs. "Nothing from your family is hard-earned. As far as I know, you bribed your coach to be team captain. It's too bad that money's all wasted, Dami-poo~ I'm here now," the blonde smiles devilishly, and I see my brother is getting ready to rip his throat out.

"You little-!"

"Boys! Settle down, please! You are not making this situation any better," Ms. Penelope orders. Like a kicked puppy, Damien retreats back into his seat, crossing his arms beneath his chest like a child being scolded by his mother.

"Ugh, Ms. Penelope, this doesn't make any sense. That was an advanced-level instrument. If (Y/n) can't get it repaired or replaced soon, she won't have anything to play for our concert season," Samantha said, trying to reason. "Surely he can pitch in a little money. This is his fault, after all."

"I'm sorry... I have no control over this. If I had it my way, I'd have him pay in full, but it was a request from our principal. The best I could do was have a fundraising event approved for your band," the brunette woman explain, her frown worsening.

"Great. Can I leave now? My study hall is about to end, and I've got an English class to catch," Leon yawned out, the sleeve of his Greenvale High letterman straightening as he stretched. Ms. Penelope pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly irritated dealing with ignorant high schoolers.

"Yes, yes. Go 'head, Mr. Kennedy," she eagerly dismisses him. Immediately, he saunters out the door of her office, seemingly very happy with himself. The door shuts with a click, and it's just us four left. Tears begin to swell in the corner of my eyes.

"Erm... So, w-what's the fundraiser going to b-be?" I stutter out, not wanting to show weakness. The counselor hands me a slip of paper.

"I recommended a bake sale. It's simple, and I know our little town never says no to a sweet treat, especially with how nice the weather's been recently," she smiles gently at me, and I feel my heart squeeze. Samantha takes the pink sheet out of my hands and grins from ear to ear.

"Thanks, Ms. Penelope. I'll be telling our director about this. Is that all you needed from us?" Sammy asks, standing up from her spot. The brunette shakes her head as a no and has us leave her alone. Damien sighs when the door closes behind us, and I can tell he wants to blow up. I take his hand in mine, softly squeezing it.

"You okay, Dami?" I frown. He looks at me, clearly distraught.

"I guess..." he huffs. "I just wish he were dead," his eyes narrow, and I know he's thinking about Leon.

"Tch, you 'n me both," Sammy clicks her tongue.

"You gunna be okay, sis? I can get Ma to pick you up if you need," Damien asks me, worried. I think for a moment, and I nod as a yes. It's a Friday anyways, and there won't be any games until two weeks. Sammy leaves Damien and me on our own, deciding to get back to the band room to retrieve my belongings. My dear big brother takes me to the front off and requested the desk-lady to call our mom. After a bit, he left me with a chaste kiss on my forehead and told me to wait for Mom and Samantha.

I sat alone in the office, patiently waiting for my mom with my broken oboe in my lap.

"Hey, (Y/n)? Can you come down here for a second?" I hear Mom call from the bottom of the stairs. I slug myself out of the bed, not wanting to leave my room. My slippers drag against the floor as I slump down the stairs, wanting to get this over with and just sleep for the rest of the day. We don't have dinner until an hour or two, so I'm curious as to why Mom would call me down so early. When I make it down the stairs, I see Mom sitting in the living room with a familiar man, happily talking to him.

"She's had a bit of a rough day, so give her a moment," I hear her tell him. I walk in, still in my school clothing. My fingers fiddle with the fabric of my shirt as I sit down next to my mother, looking at the man confused.

It's Leon's dad...

"Honey, this is Mr. Kennedy. He wants to ask you a favour," Mom sets a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it softly. I swallow dryly, a tight feeling in my chest as I stare at the blonde man across me. His hair is slicked back, dressed in black dress pants, and a maroon button-up. His eyes are a gentle chocolate brown, a stark difference compared to his son's harsh and icy hues. Mr. Kennedy nods at me, smiling gently.

"Nice to meet you, (Y/n)," he grins at me. "I got a suggestion from my little ones' band directors about private lessons for trumpet. I was wondering if you were perhaps interested? I'm willing to pay you 20$ an hour if so," he asks me, crossing his legs. My eyes widen at his price.

"O-oh, uhm...!?" I bite my bottom lip, unsure of what to say. I shoot a look at my mom to my left, silently begging for guidance. She gives me only a reassuring smile, and I look back at Mr. Kennedy.

"Well?"

"Uhm... sure," I cough. "Is it alright if they're after school every Monday, Tuesday, and some Friday nights? I would like her to have some experience with our marching band as well, if you're both okay with it," I ask him. He thinks for a moment before nodding.

In the end, we agree with the schedule. Every Monday and Tuesday, his daughters will come over to practice with me. For Fridays, they'll only accompany during home football games to get some experience playing more advanced pep-tunes, but only if they want to. I tried to tell him that 20$ an hour was a bit much, but he insisted, claiming that his daughters can be rowdy. Eventually, he leaves, and I'm left alone with my mom in the kitchen to drink some tea. Slumping in my seat, I sigh annoyedly.

"Do you think he knows about my...?"

"Maybe," Mom murmurs as she washes dishes, sometimes looking at the stove to check on the boiling pasta. "But I'm assuming not," she hums, and I frown. I didn't have the heart to tell him his son is a heartless person, and it made me feel a bit worse than it should have. I leave the kitchen without another word, stumbling back into my room to cry a bit more...

It's sunny today.

"Oi, thumper, wake up," Damien raps at my bedroom door, opening it enough to poke his head in. I'm already up, sitting in my window nook while I look through some music I played in middle school to get ready for tutoring. I look up from the sheets, staring blankly at my brother.

"Ready?" I ask him. He looks surprised that I'm awake, but he nods.

"Mom's letting me take Pa's car today," my older brother smirks, dangling the silver keys in the air. I chuckle, knowing how much he loves Dad's little Impala. I get up from my spot in my plush nook, following Damien downstairs and out the door after we bid our parents goodbye. The two of us race to the car childishly, giggling all along as we throw ourselves into the noir Chevrolet. We settle into the cool leather seats, and I immediately pop on our cassette tape that’s stored in the center console. Immediately, Toto’s “Hold the Line” begins, and we begin to pull out of the driveway. As Damien hums along to the song, I look out of the window to my left.

Today, we’re going out to get a hand-me-down oboe from a local shop that is generous enough to give me one since I’m there so often. A little temporary deal until my personal one can be repaired or replaced. As we pull out of the drive way, I catch sight of the devil across the street.

He’s sitting on the porch, and I’m confused as to how I didn’t notice him before. In Leon’s lap is what looks like a guitar, and he’s got this ugly scowl on his face as he glares at us from his home.

“What an ugly bastard,” Damien white-knuckles the wheel, glaring at him through the rearview. I glance over to my brother, seeing his brows furrow as he stares down the blonde boy across the street.

A large part of me wanted to defend Leon’s beauty. I know I should hate him, but he’s just so… charming. From the rearview, I notice how his hair is a little damp, and I assume he had showered this morning. His shirt is simply white, and I can’t see the rest of his outfit from the way he sat behind his porch. My fingers clutch the at fabric of my sleeves, holding myself back from saying something about Leon’s looks. We drive past the Kennedy household, and I can’t help but stare through the window.

Leon’s gaze pierces through the glass, and I feel myself shrink into my seat, my heart drumming against my ribcage as we lock eyes. His lips are formed in a straight line as his icy glare follows the Impala I rode in, and I can’t bring myself to look away.

Is it wrong to want to talk to him, despite what he did to me?

uhh its still slow but yk i think thats what will make it good or not i honestly just type out my scrambled thoughts and hope it works!

pt.3 here!

some lovelies⇁ @vampiramaeve @kurawooooooo @umooooo74 @estre11afugaz

[unholy-demon13]

My Fear and hunger Termina oc. Instead of an another participant I made a sulfur cult oc.

Name: Oka

Sex: female

Gender: Female

Age: look's like she's 28-30

Affiliation: the cult of the Sulfur God.

Appearance: a tall woman, plump body, rotten teeth, one eye wide open, the other constantly squinted, she wears a closed gray dress, black high-heeled boots, dark red gloves, a black cape on the outside and red inside vaguely resembling bat wings, typical for the sulfur cult face paint and either a black horned hat or ribbons wrapped around the horns. It has four horns, two large curved, and two small straight ones. Closer to the finale, she no longer wears any clothes except boots and a cape only longer, which already looks more like wings. Her body is rotting. The skin is almost all peeled off, except from the hands to elbows and legs to knees which resembles gloves and stockings covered with ulcers and gangrene. Her body resembles an anatomical model, only with organs inside. She has a hole in her right palm from which she releases a paralyzing nerve. She carries a rusty knife with him, which causes infecting wounds.

Description: A crazy, cruel maniac who has retained part of her mind. Bright and mysterious personality. She has a huge range of emotions while communicating. From playfulness, jokes ( mostly dark humor) and feigned resentment, to serious threats that may or may not turn out to be a joke. Who knows? At least she retains her usual politeness and does not use foul language. In general, despite the fact that she behaves like an eccentric, you can chat with her about serious things. But be careful, because when communicating with a crazy cultist, expect a sudden stab in the liver. All of the above does not negate her bloodlust and cruelty. She is supposed to entertain the participants of the festival, where she is free to do whatever she wants. She will stare at the sleeping participants, chase them, suddenly lagging behind and attack from around another corner, sell the participants the heads of local residents and other participants she has killed, offer her cupcakes, which are actually raw minced meat mixed with sugar, and will arrange puppet shows where a participant can become a puppet if she gets angry.

To the question " Where are you from", she will only answer that she used to be an actress of a small theater and quickly change the subject.

(I'm not sure about this part) Her room in the Rher's dimension is filled with various dolls. Mostly porcelain dolls in beautiful dresses standing on shelves and creepy wooden puppets with dry human heads hanging from above. There are also candy wrappers scattered on the floor.

She sleeps like a bat upside down.

She smells like blood, chocolate candy, and naphthalene.

[manyothermusingsofmine]

Quick Step || Drabble

Fandom: Xmen

Warnings: None (let me know)

Wordcount: 3013

Summary: Miranda got upgraded to a new opponent and uh she's having A Time TM about it.

Cause trying not to love you, only makes me love you more

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She had about ten more minutes before she actually needed to be in the danger room for the session she very much didn't want to have. Clutching onto the staff she had recently been given at Gambit's recommendation, Miranda was trying to strong will herself into not just turning the other way when a voice came from somewhere behind her

'Sugar? What are ya standing by the door for, actin' like it's gonna sprout teeth to bite ya?"

Sure, have Rogue see this, that would definitely stop this feeling of being pathetic that rang through her torso. Shooting a sideway glance at Rogue, Miranda clung onto the staff like it was her only lifeline left in the in the world.

"… Think there's still a chance for me to book it to the nearest church and beg for sanctuary? Do they still do that?"

"Thought ya weren't religious?"

"I'm not, but this might be the day that changes."

Rogue rolled her eyes at that, though it was far more out of amusement than anything else. If the girl really thought she could just vanish out of an appointment like this she was sorely mistaken. Watching as Miranda made absolutely zero progress in getting a move on, she placed her hands on her sides.

"Oh for heaven's sake, girl, just go in. Standing 'round here worrying what's waiting for ye on the other side of the door ain't helping anyone, now. Go on, or need I make ye go myself?!"

“Okay, okay, fine, damn; I get the hint!” Miranda snapped, her response fueled by her nerves.

Entering by herself instead of being dragged in by another resident of the mansion didn't mean she entered the danger room with any more confidence to her, and whatever she did had sank a little at seeing Kurt stand there. Yeah, okay. Facing a swordsman. What could possibly go wrong? Aside from just about everything.

"Och, meine Freundin, you seem even paler than usual. Are you feeling alright?"

"As alright as anyone can feel having to face someone with three swords."

"That I didn't bring."

".... Come again?"

He crossed his arms over his chest, clearly feeling at ease in the room as he claimed his space there, tail lightly and calmly swishing around him. He looked at her with a light smile on his face; was that because he was glad she showed up when she really felt like bolting several times over before even starting?

"I'm not bringing swords to a staff fight; that doesn't seem very fair with you being a beginner."

Miranda quirked an eyebrow at that, taking one hand off the staff so she could twirl it with the other, easily making it go airborne and catching it on the way down. With a similar ease she flipped it over her shoulders, letting her wrists rest on the staff while shifting her weight to her hip.

".... Not that much of a beginner. Impressive."

"Yeah well," she huffed, "turns out Gambit's favorite variety of lies is 'by omissions,' so I guess he got us both there. If you didn't bring swords, what did you bring?"

"Myself."

She blinked twice at him, not really following where he was going with this whole thing. If this was meant to be some kind of weapon training, then him not having any didn't seem fair either. He said nothing, merely shifting to a position where he held out his hand, gesturing at her to come and attack. Okay. sure. She could do that. Could she? Did she want to?

"Well, wait, hold on a minute. Just exactly what is off limits here? Are we using our powers?"

"I'm not."

"How wonderfully vague that leaves me on my end, but fine, and you sure you don't want to run out and grab a weapon? This hardly seems reasonable if I'm supposed to attack an unarmed-"

"Miranda," how did he manage to sound both so polite and so firm at the same time- However he did it, it shut her up immediately as he continued; "you're stalling."

Okay, fine. Actually, not fine; she didn't want to do this if he was unarmed from the start. Maybe that was why her attack was so halfhearted that Kurt avoided it completely by smoothly stepping aside.

"Ach, Drifting, please, I do expect a little better from someone who I've been told 'fights like a stray street cat once cornered'. Gambit's words, not mine,” he ended as a conclusion, and though it was clearly meant to be critique on her choice the tone of his voice was calm and polite

A deep sigh left her, as she slowly turned back around to him. That had been incredibly easy to dodge, but.....

"I don't want to hurt you."

She was so soft and genuine about it that Kurt couldn't help but feel his heart flutter at it ever so slightly, but he shook it off because in reality, that made the root issue clear. What if the opponent didn't give her the luxury of that choice?

"We deal with more than just Sentinels eager to destroy us. Sometimes it's other mutants we have to fight, for a myriad of reasons. If we happen to need to restrain or help a mutant who's just discovering their mind control abilities, there's a high chance you'll end up fighting someone you don't want to face off against. I want you to feel like you can hold you own in a situation like that; for your own sake."

He had been calmly and slowly approaching her, in no rush to be anywhere as he gave her a soft, reassuring smile. As soon as he felt like he had eased her mind a little, mischief started to mix itself into the smile.

He grabbed onto the staff, pushing backwards with enough force and direction to make her spin around. Getting his hand in between her and her grip on the weapon he easily twirled her hand around until it made her let go of the staff, gently pushing her off balance and claiming the weapon for himself by grabbing hold of it with his tail. As she wobbled for a moment to regain her footing, he calmly held the staff to his shoulder like it was the lower part of an umbrella.

"Besides," he said, an airy tone to his voice in order to lighten the mood, "I sincerely hope you don't assume I got where I am just by batting my eyelashes at the right people. I appreciate that you don't want to hurt me, truly; but I've been through far worse than a danger room fight with a newcomer."

"... they just gave me that," Miranda huffed, realizing how much of a completely valid call out that was as the heat of shame burned in her cheeks, "the staff."

"I'll be honest, I don't feel much for seeing you claw and bite your way out of a fight to the death today. You don't want to hurt your friend? Disarm them instead."

She exhaled sharply, something in her attitude towards this whole thing changing. At the very least, he deserved to be treated with the same respect she had for any of the Xmen and the genuine hard work they put in- and for her to put in the effort as well.

But charging with the appropriate valor did nothing as he blocked her, redirecting her energy by twisting, turning and flowing all with the pure grace of a gymnast. He guided her along his back, half spinning her by the end to throw her off balance once again, with her desperately trying to stay on her feet. Tossing the staff into his hand, he used his tail to spin her back around his way.

"I do have to say," he started, blocking her hand as it reached towards the weapon and easily guiding her backward by moving his feet in between hers so she had no choice but to back up, "our Cajun Freund was right about one thing-"

Hooking his foot right behind one of her heels he fully tripped her up, only to easily and gently catch her with his tail so she didn't actually fall flat on the floor

"Your footwork is really poor."

For a moment she didn't respond, needing to comprehend just how easy it had been for him to change her trajectory like he had- and how all of a sudden it actually sank in just how physically capable he was- had she really never noticed before just how much power he held behind his kind nature and gentle touch? She tried to ban the thought out of her head and resummon her focus

"... Okay, first of all, he called it horrendous. Secondly, how am I supposed to overpower you when you could easily throw me across the room if you wanted to?!"

"I was trying to be nice about it; and it has nothing to do with brute strength. Here," his tail pushing her back up on her feet while he held his arm out to her, "let me show you. Put your wrist against mine. The opposing one."

She wanted to give some kind of dry remark to that, but the soft look in his golden eyes made it die down in the back of her throat and she just sighed, following his instructions. He simply and slowly showed how he rolled and hooked his hand over her wrist, giving it little choice but to go in the direction he wanted it to turn.

"Try it."

She mirrored what he did, surprised when his wrist reacted much the same way and obeyed the direction she send it in.

".... And how do I know that's not you going easy on me to give me a false victory?"

"Because I would never patronize you like that. It has nothing to do with strength and all with how to block and dodge. As for Gambit, minus the decorative ways he uses to asses you, he is right. You leave your flanks wide open, your footwork needs quite a bit of help, and for a mutant so dependent on her peripheral and perception you tend to focus so hard your mind becomes a one way track dead set on completing the task at hand. Which begs the question; how did you beat Gambit?"

"By playing dirty?"

"By taking enough time to think about your plan of attack. When put under pressure you have enough insight to whisk yourself away from the line of fire to assess what your plan of attack should be. You need to start doing the same for your defense. I truly don't care how dishonorably you get out of any given fight you're in; I just want you getting out. Alive. Because I don't want to see you hurt."

Her gaze went to the ground, a small sigh leaving her as she knew he spoke the truth with the same kindness he always possessed, and her breathing seemed to ease up a little when his feedback came caveated with compliments.

"Und so," he said as he easily stepped back, twirling the staff in his hand, "challenge still stands. Want this back? Disarm me."

Okay, he knew that was never going to happen, right? ... Eh, it was worth another try if she followed his instructions and advice.

Though knowing what she was doing and what she was up against didn't mean it was suddenly easy for her to copy him. Sure, she now managed to actually turn the tides a few times, making his limbs bend to the direction she wanted to go instead of being rag dolled around with no control over the situation, but her staff remained tantalizingly just out of her reach, constantly pulled away from her grasp as she felt like she was just about to actually reach it.

Kurt even managed to use it against her, guiding the staff along her lower back and grabbing onto the end he wasn't holding yet before pulling her in and closing what gap was left between them. He had her caught- did he?

Ignoring the way her heart had skipped a beat when they were suddenly chest to chest, she seemingly trapped herself further by pulling her arms in close and dropping them down, but it was only to twist and hook both around his hands as she gave a sharp pull upwards.

He dropped the staff; and thats where she realised she had miscalculated where he would drop it. It pretty much immediately rolled under her own feet, completely tripping her up. Kurt reacted faster; grabbing onto her wrist and pulling her back the way she came- as her own feet crisscrossed each other he gave her a slight twirl and caught her in his other arm as if they had ended a dance routine in a dramatic dip.

"Don’t worry; I've got you."

Dance- it really had felt like that, and not like a slow waltz which seemed like the more logical choice for the resident German. It had felt much more like a ballet routine with a partner, or- or a tango.... When had this room become so incredibly, uncomfortably warm? She found herself suddenly, genuinely, deeply concerned that he could somehow hear her heartbeat as it raced in her chest and almost seemed to throb against her ribcage. That was just from the exercise and fear of falling at the end, right? Right?!

"Miranda?"

"Please don't drop me."

She mentally facepalmed at just how damn obvious of a request that was. Of course he wasn't going to drop her; if he didn't care about keeping her from falling on the ground he wouldn't have caught her in the first place

"I won't," he answered in a soft, warm tone, gently pulling her back up, paying it little mind that she held onto his other arm as she still felt wobbly on her feet.

'We are so close together right now; it would be so easy to kiss him,' and at that thought from somewhere in the back of her skull her entire brain just absolutely panicked.

She tapped the arm she was holding three times, handing the victory to him. Before he could see how the heat was tinting her face red, her invisibility switched on as it finally realized it had to do damage control on the situation, all while her brain was somewhere in the middle of just panic screaming and hard crashing and- She had to get out of here. Now.

 

Shoving her foot under the staff on the floor as she walked towards it, she smoothly kicking it up and grabbed it while b-lining it for the door; hitting the button to open the mechanical door with her fist.

"Miranda," she heard him call after her, "are you alright?"

God, he sounded so sweet and concerned it almost felt criminal to- would some braincell deign to formulate a damn response instead of leaving him hanging like that?!

"... Uhuh," she responded, sounding as if she was in a daze, and she hoped that later on that would help in playing the whole thing off as another bout of nausea and vertigo instead of- Her mind almost hissed at her to not repeat it, slipping out the door and finding somewhere to hide out until her heart stopped feeling like it wanted to leap out of her chest.

Kurt just stood there, gaze to the side for a moment as he thought of what happened and what made her rush out like that all of a sudden- Oh. Uhm…

As red heat mixed with blue fur, the slightest hint of purple dusted itself onto his cheeks. Maybe he had overstepped some boundary by how close this fighting style required people to be. If that was the case, he better apologize to her about it later. Or now. Sticking around here wasn't going to help much either way. He waited until the heat in his cheeks left, opening the door only to immediately run into Gambit. Wait, into who?

"... Weren't you supposed to be otherwise occupied?"

"Oui," Remy calmly responded, arms lazily draped over his chest as he stepped out of the way and leaned against a wall, "in about an hour or so- Did Gambit fail to mention that?"

"Wh- Oh, are you for real?! What was this whole set up for, then?!"

"Gambit does genuinely want your opinion on her skills, is all."

"... Well, it's as your own commentary says; flanks, footwork, one track mind. But she's a quick learner, once she's willing to listen and stops putting herself down."

"So can you help her?"

"Of course I can," Kurt answered with a small smile, as Remy barely moved from his spot while observing the blue mutant. The Cajun couldn't keep a small amused huff of air from escaping him, only slightly distracted by something rather telling.

"Well, if you're wanting to be ‘professional teacher lingo’ about this," and with his index finger, middle finger and thumb he grabbed onto Kurt's tail to stop it from wagging like it was, "you gotta stop doing that, mon ami. It's giving you away."

As it went from happy puppy wagging to cat deeply offended you dared to touch them, Gambit let go as soon as he felt the tail giving even the slightest hint that it was going to yank itself back, lest it would fling him down the corridor instead.

"Let go," Kurt said firmly while pulling his tail back to himself, "don't you have somewhere better to be?"

"Don't you?"

".... Shut up," and with that Kurt disappeared in a puff of purple smoke to get out of the conversation, leaving Gambit there laughing to himself.

"Ai, mon ami, sounds like Drifting is starting to be an influence on you. In more ways than one," he said just to himself now, before pushing himself off the wall and leaving to tend to his own business.

[arterartthings]

My Bab fun sheet

Some notes about Barbara’s abilities

Small backstory of Barbara:

Barbara Strawberry is a teenager from Ashland in Pennsylvania. She became what is now known as Specimen 5 after being kidnapped by a mysterious cult and sacrificed to entity known as The Mother. The Mother, realizing that her Followers gave her a child ‚tainted’ by the Leader, pitied her. Barbara’s body encased in clay was reanimated by Mother and slaughtered the insencere cult members. Barbara’s soul remained dorment in in her own body for decades, until one day a mysterious person appeared in House on The Hill. Just after few hours from chasing the mysterious explorer, Barbara was resurrected as herself from before the ritual. Barbara remembers nothing from the day of the ritual sacrifice (which is for the better).

With almost everyone she knew from school being adults and indeterminate state of her real family, Barbara decided to stay in the house among other monstrous residents who still recognize her as one of them and Zachary Gāng, the host of Specimen 12 who is in similar situation as the girl, taking on the responsibility of being her guardian figure.

⭐️Barbara Fun Facts⭐️

Originally, Barbara was a rip off of Oka Ruto from Yandere Simulator (I created her around 2016-17, long before the shit plumeted)

Originally, Barbara had skills of summoning demons from Goetia and that was ther reason the cult kidnapped her. Obviously, that got scrapped later on in my life

She loves collecting 80’s tech, victorian era china and overall etheric/astrology decor

She’s 1/4 American, 1/4 German and 1/2 Korean

She has a younger brother

Her favorite dish is Ramen with wontons and kimchi (her mother’s invention)

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Vore.

synopsis: an injury has impacted more than just your body, and josuke’s boldest admirers advances causes you to end up consumed by whatever the arrow that pierced you left behind... whatever monster it is

cw: bullying, some fondling (not consensual, outside party doing to josuke), self-harm, blood, swearing, nightmares, use of pet name “baby” but no gendered pronouns, established relationship with josuke as romantic partners, may be missing something but i think that’s all 

um this is based off a song (vore by sleep token) because i love. them 

Your life has been hell since you survived an arrow through the chest. Shame fills you whenever you think how it may have been better to just die. Whenever you entertain the relief in that you think of your boyfriend, your group of friends, your “promising” future.

But as you stare in the mirror - a beast stares back. 

You’ve lost the ability to see yourself. No matter what you look through, your reflection is the shape of a wolf. Angular jaws and jagged, sharp teeth mock you of the humanity you lost in surviving that day. You lived. But ultimately you feel like you’ve died. 

Splashing your face with cold water, you feel the water drip down your solemn face. Smiling hasn’t been a part of your daily routine since you’ve met the apparition grinning at you in the mirror. Its jaws open in laughter – you can hear it echoing in your grieving mind. You don’t understand how your stand, essentially another version of yourself, could revel in turning your life into hell. 

As you wipe your hands dry you see hair beginning to sprout from your knuckles. It’s bushier and more noticeable than normal. With a sign you grab pliers, quickly plucking the hairs from your hands while your reflection cackles at you. Teeth with honed edges, outline of their eyes in a devious triangle as they enjoy your daily struggle for control. 

You walk into school in your boyfriend’s hoodie to hide the hair covering the majority of your arms and because you missed him all weekend. A hat covers your unruly hair, unmanageable locks despite all the brushing and combing you attempted. Everything seems to be in double vision as you head down the hall to your classroom. 

“You’re so darling Jojo,” you hear a girl say while you open the door. She’s leaning against Josuke’s desk, propping herself up to stare right into his eyes while drawing attention to her chest. First few buttons open, she exposes her chest. “Such a good guy.” You stare with narrowed eyes as your double vision issue isn’t sparing you from witnessing how desperate she is to get with your boyfriend even with a class full of single guys wishing they were in the position Josuke is in right now. 

“Jo,” as soon as Josuke hears your voice he’s standing up and heading to you. He pulls you into a hug, lifting you off the floor briefly in his excitement. “Hey baby.” You greet with a low chuckle, happy to see him but still plagued by your unwanted company. 

Josuke rests his hands on your hips while staring into your eyes. “I missed you this weekend.” 

“I’m sorry I had to cancel our date…” you legitimately meant that. Your heart stings with having to say no to a picnic, as your preferred spot was finally free of mud and the pollen count was impressively low. But you were struggling with the beast that resides within the very fibers of your being. It was probably the closest you’ve ever been to letting this… this monster take complete control of you. “I’ll make it up to you somehow, love.” 

“I know you will baby.” Josuke smiles, ready to kiss you when you duck your head suddenly. As he got closer you realized the fangs protruding from your mouth, a development from this morning. “Are you oka-” 

“Class is beginning!” You dodge his question by using the teacher strolling in as an excuse. Josuke is skeptical but with the instructor beginning their lesson he can’t do much about it. Still he stares back at you and observes how you’re refusing to take off his hoodie, or pull the sleeves from over your hands, even as the temperature climbs and a test is handed out. 

��☆☆☆☆

You can’t seem to find Josuke at lunch. He’s not waiting with Okuyasu and Koichi like he normally is while you head outside so you guys can get lunch from anywhere but the school cafeteria. Anxiously you pull the sleeves of his hoodie further over your arms but stop immediately when the sharp black nails you wish you didn’t have begin to tear through the fabric. Koichi stares at you and he’s about to question if something is wrong when Okuyasu interjects. 

“I see Josuke!” At his words you turn to where he’s pointing, seeing your boyfriend being patted down by the same girl flirting with him this morning. She has an expression that replicates empathy but you see the devious curl of her lip when her eyes meet yours. Hair pulled back in a ponytail, she flips it as if to mock you while Josuke watches flustered. You want to believe he’s just red faced because she’s running her hands across his body, nothing but napkins and his uniform jacket preventing her from basically groping your boyfriend’s chest. 

“What’s Kiki doing with him?” Okuyasu is more concerned about a pretty girl fondling Josuke rather than him while you’re pissed Josuke has let her touch every inch of his chest, now moving down to his thighs. “What the hell!” Your friend besides you shouts in disbelief when she gets on her knees, fiddling with the buttons of his uniform while “cleaning” it. 

You simply glare at her, not knowing what to do in this situation. Observing Josuke carefully, you don’t see him actively fighting her advances. Perhaps blinded by jealousy or this beast inside you – likely both – you just head out of the cafeteria. Koichi tries to follow you but it’s like you’ve vanished once he pries his eyes from Josuke. 

Before you could see it, Josuke had jerked himself away from her grip after getting over the initial shock of her bold advances. He’s never had anyone touch him like this and he thought she was trying to be nice and clean him up after spilling water all over him, but it’s not nice to touch someone like that without consent. He stares down at her with a glare which prompts Kiki to scramble off to her friend group of girls, all utterly shocked she had the guts to do something like that. Especially in front of you. But everyone is stunned when you’re just walking away, disappearing without a word. 

Josuke turns to see Okuyasu and a befuddled Koichi, panicking when he asks where you’ve gone and Koichi only stares at him with his own confusion. 

☆☆☆☆☆

Fear weighs heavy in Josuke’s stomach when you don't return after lunch. He’s paranoid that you hate him and he doesn’t want Kiki’s assault on him to ruin your relationship. His head thumbs against his desk when his text messages won’t send no matter how many times he refreshes the app, the wifi, or resends the message. 

It feels like an eternity before the school day ends. Once he’s free, Josuke is immediately trying to get to you. Practically sprinting, he notices how his messages still won’t go out to you. Confused and already paranoid, Josuke cautiously looks around to see an ominous figure standing on top of a cell tower. Groaning, all Josuke can get out with all his frustration at the stand user trying to fight him now of all times is, “fuck!”

☆☆☆☆☆

Meanwhile you’ve been using the knives that have replaced your fingernails to pierce your skin. Holding yourself tightly at the waist, blood trickles from the open scratches you’ve given yourself with your vicious nails. No matter how many times you clip these things away they regrow – even longer as if upset you’d even dare to remove it. You’ve broken your mirror into just shards in utter hate for the monster that has replaced your reflection. Yet you still hear the creature inside of you laugh, cackling at your misery it’s responsible for. 

You don’t know why the sharp pain in your sides isn’t helping this beast be appeased. Like the Aztecs did long ago, you’d offer this evil entity blood to appease it. You first found out that hurting yourself calmed the spread of it’s influence when you cut yourself chopping vegetables. Hair began to retract and the tufts atop your head retreated like they were never there. Since then you’ve been making this sacrifice in order to hold onto who you are. You wish you didn’t have to offer this thing inside of you your blood, since unlike the Aztecs you’re not asking for protection or a plentiful harvest, you’re just begging to maintain humanity. 

It’s like with every hair that sprouts from your skin you lose yourself. Now you’re almost entirely covered in hair despite the blood dripping off your claws and pooling under you onto your sheets. Ears the biggest you’ve seen yet – thick fur pouring out from them like a wolf – you can’t seem to feel your regular ears in the thick forest on your head. Despite your normal ears being gone you can hear better than you ever have. The dazed vision you’ve had all day transforms into something otherworldly keen despite only greys, yellows, and blues being seen. Chest heaving and mouth open as you snarl, several of your teeth erupt into elongated fangs. Your human canines now protrude so long when you close your mouth, which you can barely do with how hard you’re breathing, they’re clearly visible. 

What the fuck will you do now? 

You’re ashamed that Kiki is the root of why you’re this way now. You’ve finally lost the fight you’ve been struggling to barely survive. Now you feel yourself pulled into an abyss, entirely consumed by the creature you wish would die so you can resume living. 

It’s bizarre how much energy that transformation took. You begin to nod off, falling asleep despite never wanting to be alone with what is possessing you. As you drift off you are consumed by black as you are finally eaten alive. 

In your dream you see a wolf sitting in the snow. It’s panting like a dog, eyes crinkled like it’s had a good run which the deep tracks in the snow support. You watch as the wolf swishes its tail, still mimicking a domesticated hound. When you dare to approach the go-lucky creature it bites your hand, blood splattering into the snow to turn it crimson. The wolf has narrowed eyes that show you nothing but hate. The happiness they once held has been eroded upon contact with you. 

Suddenly you’ve fallen through the snow, plummeting until you’re in a field. Daffodils, sunflowers, and daisies fan around your sore body as you lay among them. Everything has a yellow tint to it as you see the blue sky with ambiguous blobs swirling across the atmosphere. For the first time you feel serene since being cursed. 

As soon as that thought crosses your mind your head is dipped down to the cruel wolf growling deeply and gritting its teeth – until it sees you. The creature calms and you don’t know why. Until you look down and see the hair covering your body and flowers intertwined. Your eyes widen as your breath hitches. The wolf approaches you but you’re suddenly sitting upright, realizing you’ve woken up.

Frantically you check yourself to see you’re still a werewolf type beast. But you don’t feel as wrathful. For once you got some decent sleep. For once you’re not spiraling with rage. For once you… got along with this evil entity inside of you? Maybe it’s not evil after all… 

A sudden knock pulls you from your thoughts. You panic with wide eyes and your mind races in how you could hide your strange form for your parents. Wait, would they be able to see your transformation? No one can see the beast that has resided within you but they can see the hair that would cover your knuckles. “Damn!” You growl out as you rush to find a robe or something else to try and cover yourself. When you grab your satin rope your claws tear right through it which you respond to with another animalistic groan. 

“I’m coming in,” The voice you’re very familiar with narrates as the door widens. You stare riddled with anxiety because no way can Josuke see you like this. Yet by the time the door is all the way open you still haven’t moved. Your ears twitch and you feel the heavy tall at the lowest portion of your back swish before stilling. Embarrassment heats your face at Josuke witnessing your new form. You’d be hopeful he can’t see you, but his stunned expression and sweat beginning to gloss his face tells you he most definitely does. 

“Babe…” He begins before trailing off. His worried eyes see the dying blood turning your shiny skin matted and he’s rushing to you. “What happened?” You noticed when he stares up at you with those horrified blue eyes that he’s not in the best shape himself. Scratches across his cheek and a busted lip from the inside, there’s no way it doesn’t hurt. Yet he still kneels at your side as you hold your torn robe in a feeble effort to conceal this transformation. “You’re bleeding,” Josuke continues before an entity emerges from behind him. It’s your turn to be surprised by him as the apparition seems to repair your scarred sides like nothing had happened. 

“I fixed you with Crazy Diamond. I know that sounds insane!” He’s bashful as he explains what that being with a comforting light blue and pink color palette was. You believe him much sooner than he would have guessed, maybe because nothing seems weirder than abruptly changing into a werewolf. 

You nod at the end of his ramble to let him know you’ve taken it all in, more or less. “So this is my stand? Being a… werewolf?” You’re a bit bummed in your tone. It’s a little disappointing that he gets a cute stand that resembles him with a great deal of power while you become a scary dog whenever you’re pissed. “I feel like this doesn’t match my soul…” As you look down Josuke takes your hand in his before pulling you into his arms. Your height has entirely changed so as he holds you he’s only a few inches taller than him. He really notices this while you’re in his arms. 

“Woah!” He says looking into your eyes. They’re absolutely captivating, the deep color swirling much like a tsunami. Josuke is scared of getting hypnotized in the unnatural color of them while he reassures you. “Stands are odd things. I think this… this makes sense.” 

“What does that mean, pretty boy?” You quirk your eyebrow but he can’t exactly tell. 

“You have the best qualities of a wolf. You’re devoted to those you love, you’re playful but serious whenever it’s needed, and you’re the most courageous person I know.” 

“Then why did I hide this from you?” It’s painful to admit to running from him in your attempts to run from yourself. Hurts, but at the same time you feel clarity begin to cleanse your consciousness. “Why I cancelled our date?” 

Josuke stares at you and puts some distance between you so he can really stare into your eyes. His irises hold nothing but compassion and admiration while yours continue to swirl in a cocktail of fear and shame. 

“This is some scary shit. You’re a werewolf babe!” You immediately chuckle, his wide eyes and genuinely bewildered tone making you remember there’s a reason you seek his comfort for just about anything else. Why would this… new type of puberty? or whatever for you is any different? “Werewolf or not, you’re the one I love.” He rubs your hand in his before kissing the top of your head and he watches with a confident grin when your tail swishes fervently. “That’s cute.” 

“Shut up…” 

☆☆  EXTRA  ☆☆

“Do you want to sleep over? I’ve missed you.” You’re honest and direct and it’s relieving to you both that your confidence seems to be reinflating after a harsh puncture. 

“I’d love to. I’ll text my mom.” Josuke kisses your forehead as he says so, seeming to not mind the hair still covering your body. You’ve been cuddling in your bed for a while now, your tail curled around his leg while he wraps his arms around your waist. You’re the warmest you’ve ever been and there’s no need for blankets with Josuke’s warmth against your skin and your thick fur keeping him warmer than any comforter could. “This form is great for cuddling.” Josuke jokes and your nod with a twitch of your ear. 

Silence settles between you two as you listen to Josuke’s steady breathing. He seems legitimately relaxed with his head in the crook of your neck and your tail lovingly tapping his leg from how it’s wagging. 

“I want to apologize.” Josuke suddenly says and it makes your blood run cold. You’re reminded of the reason you originally succumbed to your unnamed stand. “I don’t like Kiki. I’ve never liked her. I was so startled when she started touching me I froze. I know how it looked, how embarrassing it must of bee-” 

He can’t even finish talking before you’re shutting him up with a subtle growl. The noise gives Josuke goosebumps. “It’s not your fault. She was taking advantage of you to get to me. I’m going to get her back for this.” You have a monstrous grin on your face – really only monstrous because of your massive fangs. Josuke can’t help but smile at your conniving, as he loves a prank. 

At your words your body changes again and luckily it’s far less painful. Your fangs retract enough that you can close your mouth, ears vanishing into small tufts that seem to be a part of your hair, and one of your eyes has changed color. Josuke stares in amazement once again at your sudden transformation before him. You look absolutely disheveled with torn clothing and frazzled hair, yet still precious to him. 

“I guess my stand didn’t like that I was plotting revenge with its power.” 

“Maybe this means you feel bad about it deep down.” Josuke’s suggestion has you quirking your brow and this time he can clearly see that. “Yeah, nah.” 

“You know me so well.” Once you say this our ears and tail pop out again, your tail swaying slowly in approval of Josuke’s comment. “Oh, this is weird.” He observes your half transformation before chuckling a bit about how your stand really is just a dog. “Stop laughing!” 

Josuke heaves from his laughter so you push him playfully. “I need to talk to Jotaro about this, it’s so bizarre!” You join him in laughing because well, it is odd. You’re sure other stands are weirder but your ability seems to have some interesting triggers and despite not being a great deal of energy the average person can see your werewolf form. 

“What’s your stand name?” Josuke suddenly asks and you just blink in thought. “I want to give him a name for it.” He elaborates while you take another moment to consider. 

“How about Abysmal Vore? Since when I transformed I fell into this abyss, and it was like I was consumed.” 

“You really want to include the word ‘vore’?” 

“You don’t have to make it weird.” 

Josuke chuckles as he says, “fine. Abysmal Vore for my who-” 

“I get that it rhymes but you should stop right there.” You threaten jokingly, knowing he’s going to make a stupid joke part a million. “I’m going to scare the shit out of Kiki this Halloween.” You nuzzle into his shoulder as he writes the message to Jotaro and he can’t help but smile at seeing you lively again. Even if it is to get revenge on one of your classmates. Well… is one of your classmates that harasses him and thinks he’s hers for the picking. 

“I’d be down.”

[cherryblossomsandhydrangeas]

Some Background Character Headcanons

This woman with the scales S name is "Habu". A Habu is a venomous, nocturnal snake that is native to Okinawa. It is identified by its light olive or dark brown color overlaid with dark green or brown splotches and a white belly.

These ladies S name is "Red Helens" after the Red Helen Butterfly. While this butterfly is mostly noted as having resided in southern India, it has been seen in Okinawa on rare occasions.

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Both Habu and the orange and pink masks of the Red Helens were former members of Adam, Joe, and Cherry's friend group. After Adam left for America, Habu struck out on her own while the other two banded together to form their own group.

The leader of this group (Blue Mask) is the young man kneeling on the ground in the flashback.

One thing I noticed in episode 8 is that the leader's first order to his group was to let Joe have first place. His second order is to take out Langa. I find it interesting that their first priority is Joe getting to the tournament, and it got me thinking as to just why that was. I couldn't help but think that the leader wanted Joe to go up against Adam- cause I find it hard to believe that they think they could beat Cherry, Adam, or Shadow or even win the tournament.

Since we'll probably never see them again- but I wish we could cause they're so interesting- I headcanon them as the character above. Someone who remembers Adam's previous twenty victims and hates him for it, maybe even having a friend or relative who was hurt by him. Since he's not so disillusioned as to think they could beat Adam, he looks to the next best thing, Joe, who is bigger than Adam and can't be thrown around by him and more likely to withstand a beating.

Taking out Langa was a secondary order as he is a veritable threat. It just so happens that this threat was a soft spot for Joe, and the leader ended up getting his face smashed for it. Another interesting point, since them not taking out Langa makes it so we have Joe vs. Snow, and Joe loses, making it so he can never beef Adam, and never give him the punch in the face he desired so.

I often headcanon that the group's S name is "Dusk".

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The young man on the far left no longer skates, having lost his passion for the sport.

The young man to the right of Joe I have two headcanons. One he's one of Joe's other friends that he hangs out with, and was one of the first people to start calling him "Howling". Two, that's just younger Oka.

Both young men on the right of Adam ended up becoming capmen; however, the one in glasses has stopped skateboarding due to an injury. The blonde still attends S, but prefers to stay in the background. The final still skates, but no longer attends S.

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Tsutsumu :  The Origin of Japanese Packaging

Hideyuki Oka

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Hideyuki Oka (1905-1995), a pioneer of Japanese art directors and graphic designers, used traditional Japanese packaging made of natural materials such as wooden boxes, paper wraps, bamboo baskets, and straw wraps because of his profession. Fascinated by its beautiful shape, it was collected all over the country.  He gradually became interested in the act of “wrapping” itself, and began to see what resided there as the peculiar ���aesthetic consciousness” that the Japanese culture had nurtured.

Hideyuki Oka produced a book about traditional packages under his own art direction. He has gained a great reputation overseas, and exhibitions on this theme have traveled around the world and have been held at 100 locations in 28 countries. This book is based on the “Package” published by The Mainichi Newspapers in 1972, and is a pictorial record of the 2011 “Wrap: Japanese Traditional Package” exhibition (published by Meguro Museum of Art, BNN Shinsha). This is a newly re-edited version of “Hideyuki Oka” by Ichiro Saga (Tama Art University), a design historian.

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