#SO LONG TO ADJUST TO AAAAAA

[bakatenshii]

HIIII ANGELL its so nice seeing you on the dash again ᵕ̈ do you have any nail updates?

WAAAAHHH NONNIEEEE HI HELLO IVE MISSED UUUUU <333

i do i do! but because ive been cheering more ive had to cut them short(er) so only a few fun acrylic sets (ಥ_ʖಥ)

[zaczenemiji]

Curtain Calls and Curveballs III

Kenji Sato x Actress!Reader

Synopsis: Your long-standing feud transformed into a legendary public dynamic where you navigate your high-profile careers, and confront your true feelings.

Word Count: 1,629

Genre/Warning: Confessions, Enemies to Lover, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn

Author’s Note: The last part aaaaaa im gonna miss this 🤧

PART ONE | PART TWO

MASTERLIST

With every passing year, you were getting a step closer to your dream. The stage became a set and curtain calls became wrap parties. You no longer had rehearsals, you had takes.

There’s no audience, there’s cameras instead. Your live performances were now edited ones, and changing costumes didn’t have to be done so quickly anymore.

Projected voices and exaggerated gestures were no longer your thing. You were now more subtle—nuanced. Micro-expressions and quieter dialogues became your new thing.

These are the many changes you went through to become who you are today, the It Girl of Hollywood. You were known for your sharp wit and an even sharper tongue; thanks to the thorn on your side since high school.

Your rivalry with Kenji became the stuff of tabloid legend. Your public feud became a part of your brands. This time around, though, it was you who had the unerring knack for getting under his skin.

How the tables have turned, indeed. And Kenji looked forward to your verbal sparring matches even more so than before.

Whenever Kenji had a big game, you would inevitably tweet something snarky. And whenever you had a new movie release, he would make a point to mock you in interviews.

It was a dance you two perfected through the years; one that hid the truth neither was willing to admit. The world knows, oh they do. “The more you hate, the more you love,” as they said.

Your one-of-a-kind relationship with Kenji is all over social media, with fans and fellow celebrities alike piqued by your long-standing rivalry of sorts.

“Okay, (y/n),” your manager said. "I need to brief you on something before we get to the studio."

The two of you are headed to an interview with your one and only enemy, Kenji Sato. The limo you were on glided smoothly through the bustling streets of LA.

"What is it this time?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “Another last-minute change?"

"Not exactly," she answered. "There's been a lot of buzz on social media about you and Kenji."

“Buzz?” your eyes widened. "What kind of buzz?”

"Well, let's just say the world is very interested in your... dynamic," she replied, smirking.

You took your phone out and started scrolling through tweets, heart racing as you read the comments from various celebrities.

You couldn't help but smile at the comments, a mix of embarrassment and amusement swirling inside you. "Wow, they really think we're... in love?"

It seems like the world ships you two. You can’t blame them. Sometimes you wonder if you’re giving too much away that they’re starting to notice.

But everyone knew already. They have done so since high school. The only ones who didn’t know, or rather, didn’t admit, were you and Kenji.

You were a study-first type of girl when you were a student. And now, you’re a career woman who loves her job. Somehow, there is currently no spot in your life for dating.

Your agency tried, they really did. They tried putting you in a love team with other actors but for every interaction with Kenji, the fans seemed to love it more.

But no matter how you deny it—to others and to yourself—there is something that you refuse to face, a repressed admiration blanketed by faux hate.

Meanwhile, in the studio, bright lights were beaming down on Kenji as he adjusted his jacket. He’s tossing a baseball form hand-to-hand as he waits for you.

In a short while, the door swung open. You walked in with the grace of a seasoned actress, smile dazzling and eyes sharp. You made your way to the stage, commanding attention.

Kenji’s smirk widened as you approached. You looked elegant and sophisticated in the chic dress that you wore. You always did. You were always so beautiful and smart, and all so dense.

“Kenji!” you said with a mock sweetness. “I didn’t know they let amateurs in the show.” You sat down on the couch next to him.

Kenji leaned back in his chair, still tossing the ball. “Well, they needed someone to balance out your overacting,” he replied.

The host, catching the vibe, jumped in with a chuckle, "Welcome, both of you. The dynamic duo, or should I say the dynamic rivals. How are you feeling today?"

Kenji shrugged, his eyes never leaving you. "Feeling great,” he answered. “Especially now that I know (y/n) here is going to try and one-up me."

You crossed your legs and leaned back, matching his intensity. "Oh, Kenji, it's not about one-upping,” you said. “It's about showing the world who truly deserves the spotlight."

The host laughed, clearly enjoying the energy between them, "Well, let's dive right into it. You two have a practically legendary history. Care to share how it all started?"

Kenji glanced at you, his expression playful. "It's simple,” he answered. “(Y/n) has always had a talent for annoying me."

You rolled her eyes, "And Kenji has always had a talent for being easily annoyed."

The host leaned forward, sensing an opportunity. "But there's got to be more to it than that,” he said. “You both always seem to have this... chemistry."

Kenji smirked, leaning closer to you, "Chemistry that explodes, you mean."

You shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm, "Yeah, the kind that blows up in your face."

The host laughed, clapping his hands together. "So, Kenji," the host said. "You’ve got a big game coming up. How do you feel about (y/n) always commenting on your games?"

Kenji chuckled, glancing at you. “Honestly?” He replied. “ I look forward to it. Keeps me on my toes."

You smiled, a genuine one this time. "And I watch every game,” you said. “Gotta make sure l have enough material to roast you."

The host raised an eyebrow, "Sounds like you two are more invested in each other than you let on."

He then turned to you. "What about you?” He asked. “How do you feel about Kenji's constant critiques of your acting?"

"I think he's secretly a fan,” you laughed. “Why else would he watch all my movies?"

Kenji leaned closer, his voice low, "Maybe I am. Or maybe I just like seeing you try so hard."

“You wish,” you met his gaze, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Please, Kenji, you couldn't handle me if you tried."

Kenji leaned ever closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Is that a challenge, (l/n)?"

“Maybe it is,” you met his gaze, heart skipping a beat. "Do you think I do not know about the flowers being delivered to my set—where they come from?”

Kenji was silenced, blush creeping on his cheeks. “Like, come on, Kenji,” you continued. “Flowers, seriously? For who knows since when—just ask me out already!”

The people in the studio gasped at the revelation. Everyone else was on the edge of their seats.

You weren’t dumb to not know where those flowers came from. It started with the very first movie you filmed and it continues until now with the latest one that has just been released.

“If you knew, then why didn’t you say anyt—“ Kenji was cut off by you, “Because I was waiting for you!”

The tension in the air seemed palpable. No one said anything, no one made a move.

“You were too busy chasing a ball! And you were so happy with it, I didn’t want to interfere!” you continued.

“Yeah, well!” Kenji said, thinking of a good comeback. “You were always paired up with another man, I didn’t wanna ruin your love team!”

“Then I’m glad none of them ever worked!”

“Thank heavens! Dinner, later at 7PM, Michelin-starred restaurant, your pick!”

“Fine!”

At that moment, everyone in the room burst into squeals. The floor beneath you shook with the intensity of people jumping up and down at the same time. Even the host stood and did a victory dance in front of the camera.

It felt as if the world rejoiced in unity. This was a memorable day for all the fans that were watching live.

The celebration of each person in the room had blurred as you and Kenji stared at each other. “Took you long enough,” you said softly. Kenji chuckled, “You weren’t so dense, after all.”

Without hesitation, you leaned close and threw your arms over his shoulder, hugging him. He hugged back, tighter, for he was also waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity.

The screaming in the background loudened at your interaction but none of you paid mind. To you, Kenji’s hug felt warm and comfy and oh-so lovely.

The years, no matter how long it has been, were all worth it for this moment. If there was anyone who knew you best, it was Kenji. The same goes for him.

Your phone, in your manager’s care, beeped with so many notifications. Checking your account on her tablet, she was greeted by over a hundred thousand tweets in just a few minutes.

That night, the two of you didn’t go out for dinner as said on TV. Instead, you treated your team to the dinner at the Michelin-starred restaurant you picked while you, with Kenji, stayed at home.

You found yourselves dancing together in the comfort of your living room. The air was filled with a soft melody, and as you swayed to the music. Kenji realized how natural it felt to have you in his arms.

"You know," he murmured, "I never imagined we'd be here." You remembered high school, the graduation ball, your first dance with each other.

“I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time,” you said, head on his chest.

“Wow you’re even dense with yourself,” he chuckled.

“Shut up,” you replied. “And you’ve always been a dork.”

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[devildomwriter]

They React to an MC Who Relaxes to Scary Videos: Headcanons

Lucifer

• Believes you’ve certainly become well adjusted to the Devildom but watches you carefully to make sure you haven’t become too careless about the danger around you.

• Likes it when you come to show him something and will verify anything for you if he can.

Mammon

• How are you falling asleep/relaxing to this he’s literally screaming? He cannot understand your taste in videos and does not share it.

• “The doll moved! It moved! That’s not fake, MC! MC! Aaaaaa—“

• The ones with little kids and animals getting scared scare him the most because they “know what’s up.”

Leviathan

• He’s only really scared when it involves a weird-looking doll but he’s definitely holding his breath and trying not to look away for most of them.

• He wonders how you can practically fall asleep to ominous noise and the narrator explaining what creepy things are happening

Satan

• He thinks it’s cute and he can’t explain why. Something about you smiling down at the screen and showing him videos that fill most people with dread makes him smile and simultaneously proud of his fearless human.

• Definitely calls in some favors so you’ll have more authentic videos to watch soon.

Asmodeus

• He really doesn’t want to watch but will so he can snuggle up to you. Some freak him out but a few make him laugh, he is a little demented after all, he’s just good at hiding it.

• Will ask you to show him more so he has more excuses to cuddle you and if he’s lucky you’ll be relaxed/distracted enough that he can paint your nails or do your makeup without any fuss.

Beelzebub

• Doesn’t really get why you find it calming and relaxing but watches with you. Not a fan of jump scares because he’ll spill the food he brought with him.

• He makes a habit of true horror snack nights with you so you should be prepared to find long playlists of scary things.

Belphegor

• He thinks it’s kind of funny but is also worried he may have desensitized you because it doesn’t get much scarier than a demon killing you while laughing maniacally

• Whenever you’re relaxed he is too, so he likes finding ones to show you so you can nap together.

Solomon

• Thinks it’s funny that you can relax to these videos. He enjoys watching them with you and takes notes of places he may need to exorcise/investigate

• It’s not hard for him to go out and obtain footage for you of even scarier things. This means he can spend more time with you while also getting work done so it works out perfectly.

Thirteen

• Gets a kick out of the humans getting scared by it and thinks it’s cool how unphased you are

• Decided pulling a few pranks on humans herself would be pretty fun and that way you’d have some more videos to show her.

Simeon

• Thinks it’s kinda of cute if not also mildly concerning that you can fall asleep to people screaming in terror and dolls looking at you ever so creepily

• Not as concerned about you being in the Devildom anymore and looks forward to you showing him more “scary” videos.

Raphael

• Is making a mental note of places in the human world he needs to visit to send the demons away

• Is just as invested in watching with you but doesn’t relax because now he feels like he’s at work

Luke

• He’s scared, he will not watch with you and doesn’t understand how you can relax to this, especially since you now have irrefutable proof that demons and spirits are real.

• “Why’s it the doll!? It’s always the doll!? Aaaaah—“

Mephistopheles

• Isn’t necessarily scared as he is curious as to which demons or spirits are behind the videos. Might research it to get interviews on what it’s like messing with humans.

• Will point out details you missed and find more authentic videos to show you.

Barbatos

• He thinks it’s cute but is worried you’ve become too desensitized, you are still a human after all.

• Is able to use his powers to verify what really did happen and secretly encourages a few spirits to cause some mischief on camera so you’ll have more fun videos to watch

Diavolo

• He finds it amusing and reassuring at the same time. He believes this means you’ve adapted just fine to the Devildom and he doesn’t need to worry about you being too scared in the future

• He likes to watch them with you and as the future demon king is able to verify what is and isn’t real

[pukefactory]

aaaaaa i’m back!!1! got another request for you, rush <3

there’s barely any content for him unfortunately, so can i request looey with a reader who isn’t a part of his circus group…but desperately wants to be!! they’re not really good at acts or anything (juggling, tightrope walking, etc) and get really upset because they just want to bond with their balloon boyfriend over something he enjoys :(((

i thought this was cute so i hope it’s okay!! :) thanks in advance!1! (also loved ur recent work with vee and mpreg astro admittedly… it was just so silly but you wrote it so well /nm!)

- anon who sent that shrimpo request hehe… 🦐

Hello, Shrimpo Anon! It’s great to hear from you again. You’re absolutely right about the strange lack of Looey content—it’s such a shame. I hope this gives the little balloon boy some well-deserved attention. This is another adorable request, and I truly hope you enjoy it!

Thank you so much! I’m really glad you’ve been enjoying my recent works. Even though the Astro mpreg piece was intended as a joke, I decided to put in some effort to challenge and expand my writing skills. I’m thrilled you liked it all the same.

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆CIRCUS MAXIMUS⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

➜ Summary: A compilation of headcannons featuring Looey and reader who wants to be part of his circus crew

➜ Character(s): Looey (Dandy’s World)

➜ Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, SFW,

➜ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

✧ The moment you express your desire to join his circus, Looey is both intrigued and slightly confused. He’s thrilled that you, his partner, want to learn how to perform and share his passion for the arts. Your enthusiasm and determination immediately captured his attention. Anyone taking interest in his profession fills him with joy, and your eagerness to become part of his circus has him beaming with excitement. Though surprised by your sudden interest, he can’t wait to see where this new adventure will lead.

✧ It’s obvious to both of you that you lack any real experience in the art of clowning. Your knowledge is limited to watching Looey train and perform with his team, and while you may recognize the names of acts and some techniques, you’re completely lost when it comes to executing even the simplest tricks. Fortunately, Looey is more than eager to teach you. Whether it’s juggling, tightrope walking, or magic tricks, he’s thrilled to share his expertise and guide you through anything you wish to learn.

✧ Despite Looey’s unwavering support, there are moments when you can’t help but feel frustrated when things don’t go as planned. You want to connect with him on a deeper level and show how much you care by immersing yourself in his passion. Looey is quick to reassure you, reminding you that even if you decide this isn’t for you or find it too difficult, he’s already thrilled that you cared enough to give it a try. He assures you there’s no pressure to continue if it doesn’t feel right. His comforting words always leave you feeling inspired, and before long, you’re ready to jump back in with renewed determination.

✧ When you begin your training, everything feels overwhelmingly difficult and almost impossible to grasp. However, Looey is incredibly supportive and constantly motivates you to keep pushing forward, even when you stumble. Struggling to juggle more than two objects? No problem—he’ll patiently show you how to adjust to adding a third. Losing your balance on the tightrope? That’s fine too—he’ll walk right behind you, steadying you and helping you find your footing. Looey is the ultimate cheerleader, always providing the encouragement and confidence you need to persevere and keep improving.

✧ Even though you’re improving and working hard, Looey makes sure you take regular breaks during your practice sessions. He ensures you have a comfortable spot to relax between sessions and always brings you food or water if you need or ask for it. During these moments, he’s incredibly attentive, showering you with praise as his tail wags excitedly (though he doesn’t seem to notice). Occasionally, he gets so caught up enjoying time with you that you’ll need to gently remind him when you’re ready to resume training.

✧ Looey isn’t the only one guiding you through your training—the rest of the circus troupe steps in to help as well. Each member brings unique expertise, so it only makes sense for them to share their knowledge and teach you a variety of performing skills. However, despite their contributions, it’s evident that Looey remains your primary mentor. He tends to get slightly uneasy if your focus shifts away from him for too long. Whether it’s due to jealousy or concern for your safety, both you and the troupe can tell that, above all, you’re considered his trainee only.

✧ When you’ve finally mastered your skills and are ready to perform for a large audience, Looey ensures you receive the recognition you deserve—even giving you plenty of time in the spotlight. He personally prepares a special introduction, building up excitement among the crowd before, during, and after your entrance. Throughout your performance, Looey enthusiastically claps along with the audience, though it’s clear he’s the most excited of them all. He flashes you a proud smile and showers you with praise, hyping you up even more before you leave the stage. Once the show ends, he rushes backstage to give you a huge hug, celebrating your accomplishment. To say he’s proud of you would be an understatement.

✧ After such a big performance, it’s obvious you’re exhausted, so the rest of the day is dedicated to unwinding and relaxing with Looey. Since you’ve put in so much effort, he leaves the decision up to you on how to spend the evening. Whether it’s watching TV, reading, or simply resting, he doesn’t mind as long as you’re comfortable and able to recharge. You’ve earned it after such an eventful day, and he’ll be ready to support you when you’re prepared to do it all over again.

[eurydicees]

AAAAAA! tony-award winning costume design for wicked 10000% deserved that tony: some thoughts

despite my usual area of disinterest in costumes, i've been going crazy about the wicked costume design all morning and i need to share my thoughts. because holy shit this design is crazy and more people need to know about the details of it. long post under the cut, you've been warned.

DESIGNER

susan hilferty!!!

she's fr a genius

her other broadway credits include spring awakening, funny girl, into the woods, and many more

also the taylors swift speak now world tour lol

side note about the wicked costumes, but the coat hilferty wore to the tonys that year was embroidered with the signatures of everyone who she wanted to thank for the award she would turn out to win. this included both the star cast and all the actual makers who contributed to the costume build :') (source)

preface to the rest of the list also: some of the sources here refer to international, touring, or other replica performances; the information is still all roughly if not exactly the same as the information to broadway.

THE DESIGNS

THE IDEAS

she describes the costumes as "twisted edwardian":

it's a contemporary eye on edwardian looks with an asymmetrical and twisted silhouette. for the non-animals, the idea was using high fashion to "distort" the human figure. (source)

asymmetry was the whole point! and it's very very intentional when costumes are balanced (more on that in the glinda section)!

on a similar note, she talks about how the show is "the struggle between individuality and uniformity" and how that's something represented in fashion trends, and in this design. (source)

INSIDE EMERALD CITY

they used sooooooo many shades of green, which is maybe obvious, but it's also an incredibly daunting challenge. the central colors are always green, but it shimmers and shifts with movements (and with the lighting design, but that's a different post). some examples of ensemble costumes below! (source)

ensemble costumes from the australian production--each production riffs off the last one; hilferty is always adjusting and adding things for each new opening. (source, source)

over 6,500 feet of ribbon is used in the emerald city scene. (source)

many of the costumes also use animal furs and feathers. this is also something really obvious and important in madame morrible's costumes. (source, quote below)

also it's important to me that everyone knows that elphaba and glinda's quick change between shiz and emerald city is ~14 seconds. crazy. (source)

#GELPHIE MOMENT

there was always an emphasis on their relationships to each other and to the world around them--it was important to show the way elphaba and glinda are so deeply connected even as they are diametrically opposed to each other. their "ultimate" looks are framed as elphaba grounded, connected to the earth, and glinda connected to the sky. (source)

there was also very much intention to have them stand out amongst the ensemble in different, but equally impactful ways. (source, quote below)

ELPHABA'S COSTUMES

she's visually grounded, sensible (ex. the boots in shiz). her costumes are intended to be earthy--the colors of her dresses aren't flat blacks, they're beautiful tones of earth, coal, mica, gems. (source)

there are so so so many layers and beading to the dress, but the inside of the dress is all smooth fabric to prevent getting caught on anything. (source - video)

her wicked witch of the west dress is 40 yards of layered fabric all stitched together. the intention was to create a continuous sense of rising earth; think like a stalactite. it's a heavy dress probably. (source)

included in those 40 yards are 50 layers of gathered ruffles made of 45 different fabrics for the skirt alone. it takes 3 weeks to make. (source)

hilferty's sketch below (source) vs final broadway costume (source) below! second photo really shows all the details of the layers and colors talked abt in the prev points.

the hat!! putting it on on stage covered the actresses' mic, so they put a mic in the hat. i love problem solving. (source)

elphaba's shade and contour makeup is purple, to pair with the green skin. it takes about 25-45 minutes to apply all the makeup. (source - video)

GLINDA'S COSTUMES

9 costume changes, 7 unique costumes! (source - video)

while everyone else is asymmetrical and has a literal twist to their silhouettes and necklines and such, glinda (and the wizard) is the only costume that is truly balanced at center, with the left and right being the same. this isn't quite true of thank goodness (perhaps a nod to how this scene provides a secret look at her unhappiness), but is really visible in her popular, one short day, and bubble dress looks. (source)

speaking of the blue bubble dress! it's intended to look lightweight and airy, but it's about 16 pounds of layers and layers of petticoats and sequins as well as a harness for her flight. one of the monkeys hooks her into the harness onstage. (source - video, source)

there are 45 petals in that dress that take 3 days to bead and 1.5 days to sequin, all by hand.

there are over 68,000 hand sewn beads are on that goddamn dress and 100,000 hand sewn sequins. i'm trying very hard to stay neutral on this post so it can be a future reference but that fact alone makes me insane, do you understand how much insane work that is, oh my god. (source - video, source)

below is hilferty's original sketch for the dress (source) compared with the final piece!! (source)

the blue bubble dress is inspired by a 1950s dior dress. comparison below, as well as close of up the sequin details!!! (source, source)

the quick change between this blue bubble dress and the shiz outfit is completed by 2 costumers in ~15 seconds. (source)

OTHER LOOKS

fiyero's dancing through life pants are inspired by riding clothes and polo uniforms. (source - video)

the shiz students!! they all have individualistic costumes but there's a pretty obvious through line to them--reminiscent of a school uniform while also providing room for self-expression of everyone in the ensemble. (source, quote below)

madame morrible!!! she has four distinct looks throughout the show that are specifically tailored to each and created for morrible that goes on stage. it takes roughly 6 weeks to create them for new actresses; usually the same stitcher will work on one piece because they know it so well. (source - video)

CREATION & MAINTENANCE

THE PROCESS

for research, hilferty asked young girls about their image of "goodness": what does goodness look like to young girls? the answer was princesses and brides, so she studied historical dresses of queen elizabeth II and lady diana to influence glinda's design. (source)

embroidering, stitching, beading: all starts with hilferty's sketch, is interpreted and drawn into a pattern that is drawn in pencil onto the fabric. this alone will take 7+ hours. (source - video)

the specific type of beads and stitches are chosen. fabric is stretched out taut and then beads are hand sewn on, one by one. (source - video)

MAINTENANCE

the team: wardrobe supervisor + assistant, 12 dressers on the show, 4-8 day workers for maintenance between shows. (source - video)

these are built to last, but still with so much use and thus room for wear and tear, every piece gets looked at every day and repaired if necessary. (source - video)

MORE FUN TRIVIA

there are over 300 custom pieces, over 200 shoes, over 230 hats and pairs of gloves, and 30 masks in the show. (source)

every principle, ensemble member, standby, understudy, and swing has a costume unique to them, and they altogether do an average of eight complete changes per show. (source)

with every new production, hilferty is still adding and adjusting, and she still wants to do more. icon. (source)

everyone who plays elphaba is required to have green painted nails all the time (and the production doesn't pay for nail care, which is fucked up but that's a different post), though they can vary the shade with costume permission. (source)

about 70 wigs in the show that each take 18-40 hours to initially make. (source - video)

ok i need to go make lunch lol so stopping there BUT thank you for reading and isnt it sooooooo cool isnt it so neat ooohhhh you wanna appreciate theatre technicians and design SOOOO bad !!!!!!

[mitraoki]

daze. (chuuya x reader)

note; @akutagawasbitch love u thank u for giving me inspo to write for bsd again TEEHEE🥺🤍 was obsessed with the idea of jealous chuuya so hopefully this fic did him justice AAAAAA-

cw; not really proofread, reader is a little more feminine (they wear a dress), reader is also not in any of the organizations, suggestive, drunk chuuya!!!

masterlist.

when they said it was supposed to be a party like always, chuuya definitely didn't expect to be met with hundreds of other faces he'd never seen.

he certainly did not expect for you to want to tag along, too. it wasn't like you haven't already - sometimes curiosity gets the best of you, and you couldn't resist your ravishing looking man in one of his best suits.

a suit that you'd picked out for him during one of your dates. wine red - just the way he likes it - traces amongst the silky black fabric. it was tough choosing between a bowtie or just a tie, but he preferred the tie; tucked underneath the vest that hugged his build perfectly. buttons glimmering gold under the chandeliers and a rose that he'd picked to match the one clipped on your hairdo.

you seemed to give chuuya motivation to go when he saw your outfit for the night. a dress that complimented his color palette, with the set of jewelry he'd bought for you one fine day. you felt really proud of how well you dressed (just for him, mostly.), so there you were, strutting down the steps of your shared home, an elegant twirl in the end to show him your completed look.

if you looked closely, you could've caught him drooling. he walked towards you, gloved hand loosely wrapped around your waist.

"i'm so in love with you."

"oh, you. i cannot take my eyes off of you either."

it felt so surreal that his boss decided to have a party out of nowhere, but you soon learnt the sole purpose being gaining new intel from a neighboring organization. this was just his way of thanking them. quite extravagant, but thrilling nonetheless.

"old man has so much time on his hands," chuuya grumbled, his arm entwined with yours. "or maybe it's because he wants us members to make up with 'em."

"hey," you slapped his shoulder playfully. "you gotta let it loose once in a while. i bet he even prepared your favorite drink tonight."

"for real?"

"mhm."

he sighed. "i'm only doing this because i love you. oh - and i also wanted you to see me wear this," he raised his head, adjusting his fedora triumphantly.

***

it didn't take long for chuuya to be dragged away by one of his colleagues. the so called ice-breaking session was currently underway and he promised to be back with you the moment he was done. you giggled as you heard him curse under his breath, followed by a toothy smile when he was greeted by a new face.

you found a seat nearby to wait when you met higuchi, a familiar face you've come across every time you tagged along for small matters (at this point he might as well recruit you here, but you'll leave that decision to him).

"higuchi, right? gorgeous as ever. where's um...," you wiggled your finger around, trying to remember the pale-skinned man you always saw her with.

"y/n! you look lovely yourself," you watched her rosy cheeks turn red within seconds as she fanned them off before continuing. "you mean akutagawa senpai? i was told to wait for him here. he seemed to be in an okay mood tonight, so i didn't want to be the first to ruin it," she concluded, straightening the fabric of her dress.

the two of you continued chatting. you followed her around, being introduced to other members of the port mafia. many of them were familiar faces, so it was nice to call them acquaintances now.

it wasn't until you noticed the back of the hall serving a variety of drinks. your ears picked up that it was first come first served, so why would you miss the chance?

though, there's always one thing you always forgot when you attended parties.

the watchful eyes around you.

you and higuchi lost each other in the slowly growing crowd in the drinks corner, so your first mistake was to assume she was the one snaking an arm around your waist.

your second mistake was thinking that it was chuuya trying to pull you away from the crowd.

chills ran down your spine as you peeled yourself away from the foreign arm around you, eyes glaring up at the bigger figure.

"do i know you?"

his words were only drowning along with the background noise, which only infuriated you more.

how long has it been since i last saw chuuya, by the way? you thought to yourself. he promised he would be back soon-

you watched as a gloved fist landed its first hit on the man's face.

did it all happen in a flash? was it in slow motion? you didn't know, you couldn't tell - he continued jabbing more punches around his face, adding a few more to his chin, his jaw.

you finally realized it was your boyfriend when a wine bottle flew past your face. it was gravity he was manipulating - it was nakahara chuuya.

"chuuya! stop it!"

he froze. his once droopy eyes darted towards the now broken wine bottle, back to you, and the man now laying on the floor.

he let out a frustrated grunt, tossing the bottle to the side.

"hear that? yeah. 's my name she's calling," he drawled, squatting to get a better look at the man. with the position he was in, it was like he wasn't ready to show himself till chuuya left his sight.

"touch her again and you would see your grave next."

restless, you grabbed a hold of his arm, hoisting him up only to end up stumbling from his weight.

he's either going to regret this, or brag about it to me, you thought, you inner self shaking their head in defeat.

"we'll get this mess cleaned up; he's drunk. why don't you bring him home, my dear?"

***

you walked in, with him abruptly freeing himself from your hold.

"honey, you're gonna fall. come on."

being drunk was no biggie for chuuya's strength. despite the different world he was in, he seemed to have heard you loud and clear.

it didn't even take five seconds and he had you pinned against the wall, arms slamming against each side of the hard surface.

"what are you-,"

"i'm sorry."

"wha-,"

"i'm sorry, baby," he finally looked into your eyes, the same droopy look you saw in the event earlier. only this time, it was mixed with rage, confusion and regret.

"okay," you whispered, placing a hand on his cheek. "chuuya, let's see if you're hurt anywhere, okay? then we'll talk-,"

he practically crash landed into your lips, causing his fedora to slip off of his hair, landing with a soft thud against the floorboard. you didn't realize until this very moment that it had been quite a while since you felt this sensation with him.

he forcefully pulled himself away from you, worried you might do so first.

"i.... i just... i need to kiss you."

his words were firm. his eyes flickered down to your lips before looking back into your eyes once more, and you could tell they were pleading, begging for you to say yes.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his figure in close to yours. doing the honors, you closed the final bit of gap between the two of you, earning a satisfied grunt from his throat.

he pushed you back further against the wall, keeping you trapped within his embrace. his hands now gripped each side of your waist, fingers digging themselves into your fabric like they were trying to find your skin. he tasted like wine - you figured he actually found his favorite on display. his teeth was sinking into your bottom lip. it didn't hurt, but you could tell he was tugging at them.

chuuya let go but left long, luscious pecks on your lips, allowing you to catch your breaths in every interval. his breath was now hot and heavy, his tongue successfully finding its way through, and exploring your mouth like he had been craving for it all night.

that's how he'd always kissed you. he craved for them. and if it were a meal, he would take his time with it, relish it even.

but he also does this when he's jealous. obviously you could tell what he was feeling right now.

you could feel him smirking through the kiss as he heard a soft moan escape you. with that, he moved you away from the wall, gracefully landing you with a plop! onto the sofa.

"you're drunk," you whined breathlessly, finally pulling away. all he did was silently chuckle in response, removing the first two layers of his clothing. the tie made a loud whip sound when he loosened it, as if reminding you to get a grip of what he was about to do to you.

rolling your eyes in amusement, you helped him remove each button of his shirt, sitting up a little to help him slide it off of his body.

he wasn't done with you though. he leaned in closer to you, causing you to lay back down. his lips continued their journey towards your exposed collarbones, reaching at one of the straps of your delicate dress as he pushed it further down your shoulder.

"....i'm sorry i wasn't there when he touched you."

"god, chuuya. i don't think he's gonna dream of it after this," you giggled, fingers tracing his exposed skin. he breathed in sharply as he held your wrist tenderly, kissing it.

"i'm sorry for being so rough with you."

"you did not hurt me at all, chuuya. i promise."

you reached for the back of your dress, but your action was soon cut off by his hands once again.

"let me take care of you, baby. please."

all created content belongs to mitraoki. reposts/remakes are not allowed.

[deadly-espresso]

(bri, avery, simon)

AAAAAA SO MANY PALS I CAN'T TAKE IT

ok now the pal makeovers are done (hopefully)

(so yeah now the communications case 3 remake is now here (it was a pretty fun challenge since i had such little information to work with) and you can view it here)

(i think bri's redesign was my favorite of all of these makeovers for case 3 because i felt like bri's original design suffered from a bit of "generic cuteness" syndrome, because you'd think there would be something mildly unsettling about a girl that's starved themself for so long, so i ended up making some adjustment to their looks to them that uhh suggest that they're pretty damn tired under that fashionable exterior. idk if the new design actually looks any creepier than the original but i do like the new eyes)

[thorarms]

Thor is banished, stripped of his powers, and forced to live in Midgard for many years. What kind of life do you think Thor would built on Earth?

Aaaaaa this is such a fun question!!

Short answer is im not so sure lol

Longer more rambling answer full of personal headcanons under the cut :)

I mean, i presume this is after loki visits thor on earth and lies to him about frigga forbidding him from returning. Im also working under the assumption that thor doesnt actually hear from anyone from his old life again, because adding them in doesnt really feel in the spirit of the question imo.

Short term we know from canon that he feels directionless and initially focuses his energy on helping jane with her research. Thors a smart guy, and could probably help jane fill in some of the blanks in her research before she has observational evidence of like, asgard existing.

I think initally he would crash with jane, and would look into getting his own place, probably in new mexico because he's started making connections there.

Personally i headcanon that thors lightning powers manifest as a sixth sense, in that he would be able to sense electricity around him (kind of like how some sharks do with ampullae of lorenzini). So i reckon that losing that specific sense would initally be really hard to adjust to, but he would adjust.

*note. This is about where i searched "what is there to do in new mexico" because all i know about the place are it's in a thor movie and the roswell thing happened there also i kinda wanna go hiking and stargazing in new mexico now*

Honestly i think that, early on at least, thor would spend a lot of free time stargazing, partly from homesickness and partly bc apparently new mexicos an amazing place to do that. I think he would spend most nights looking up at the stars wondering if his loved ones are looking down at him.

He would probably initally make ends meet doing some sort of manual labour, maybe something with horses. He might not have asgardian strength anymore but hes still a pretty big guy. He could probably still tame a wild horse if he really wanted to (i dont know how strong you have to be to do that).

In terms of like, long term life goals, im not entirely sure. Thors entire life up to this point was about assuming the throne, and now he has to not only let the past 1000 years ago, he has to build an entire new life from the ground up. I think what would be especially challenging is the lack of time (assuming he's been turned mortal and only has like 50-60 years left). I think that realisation would force him to look inwards and figure out what he really wants in life.

To me, thor at his core is a good man. He likes helping people. He needs that sense of purpose. I think he would end up building quite a charitable life for himself. Maybe he moves, maybe he stays in new mexico, truly i have no idea. But i think at the core of his life is the need to do honest, meaningful work that benefits people.

I hope you find this an interesting answer! It feels like such a ramble of ideas (truly my brain is not working today i cant organise my ideas for shit rn). This was really fun to think about i spent a lot of time in work thinking about this, tysm for asking this!! :)

[dangermousie]

It honestly is adorable that he literally bought a book about sweet things women like and is trying to implement it.

But there is this underpinning of impermanence and loss under the sweetest things.

God, they are so sweet and the fact that they are cobbling some normalcy out of an insane situation is incredible.

But! Then he gets into an elevator and gets a call and letters appear and yeah...

The way his face changes and he's back to his traumatized self! LJS is so good.

And then he gets back to the room and gets another call and aaaaaa!!!! First time I watched, I screamed!

The thing is, this is the narrative fighting back, in a different way than it fought against dad, but just as hard - it is refusing to let Yeon Joo and Kang Cheol to turn this into a "sweet romance." It has been a vengeance narrative for too long, it cannot allow a traumatized protagonist with a nemesis to become a happy adjusted person in love who is looking for nobody. It is narrative trying to maintain its world. Kang Cheol was first created by YJ to basically be a triumphant shoujo dream yes, but it's been written by Dad as a vengeance action world for so long, that it has transformed and does not want to revert - that and the readers' expectations all play into it. All those millions of readers tuned in to see KC fight crime and search for the murderer of his family; if there is no story like this, if Kang Cheol acquired sentience and self-awareness and refuses to do this - because there is no real murderer, because YJ is the one real thing in the fake world - then the narrative itself WILL create a murderer and, because this is the only way to force KC also back into the narrative, will have that murderer try to harm someone KC loves now. KC has escaped the control of the author (he's escaped Dad's control and YJ never wanted control), but he cannot escape the control of the narrative.

The narrative refused to let Dad kill KC before he found and fought with the killer and that saved KC. But the narrative's refusal to let KC ride off into happiness with YJ now is the opposite - the narrative has no care for KC's happiness or life - all it wants is that final confrontation, with whatever the outcome, and it will warp the world, both worlds, to get it.

[sleep-drunk-kitten]

HELLO 👋🏼👋🏼👋🏼 your first ask on here, and i will make sure it will be me!

first of all: i deserve to be beaten up by how long it took me to properly read and share this. you can have the honor to go at me. but for now!!

THE ISEKAI STORY?? HELLO??? it was amazing. i know you showed me a bit already but reading it again was so much fun again i swear. i can't wait for the rest.

bless sunoo for being here, without him we would all go insane, especially poor y/n. i love how you displayed their emotions so effortlessly, it always felt right and you can already see how close those two are - which is probably a very good thing judging by what seems to be happening to y/n soon. but i believe in those two!! if not i will personally make sure to get into that world and change a few things up.

but yeah, i really really loved it so far and I can't wait for more!

NINAAAAAAAAAA 🥹💗💕🩷

Noooooo please don't worry about taking a minute to respond! You were already so helpful and encouraging with beta reading etc 🩷 I wouldn't even have started this blog if it weren't for your support!!

And aaaaaa I'm glad to hear you say that 🤭 I spent a lot of time trying to build up a good dynamic between them, and I'm really happy with how it turned out too 💕 our main girl really does need all the support she can get! Since things are probably gonna get more rocky from here.... especially once the prince makes an appearance 😉 you know who he is, and I plan on making the main character as true to your average girlie totally unfamiliar with royal tongue twisters and polite roundabout nonsense as possible, so you can imagine how that'll go~

And you're the only person who has permission to portal into the world and make adjustments 🤭 love youuuuuuu 💕🩷🩷

[cassyapper]

What do you think a hypothetical "meet the parents" situation be like for Jotaro and Kakyoin?

HM good question

i guess we kinda already have the answer for holly lol it was very swift and reciprocal amicability but even if they met outside of circumstances like that, i think it'd be mostly the same. holly is very sweet and it's easy for her to be motherly to anyone younger than her esp someone who can be as polite as kakyoin. i think he'd be very overwhelmed with it tho 😭 if it were different circumstances than canon i think it takes a bit of both a) just getting used to and b) making their relationship more personal before kakyoin like. adjusts and is able to like accept it me think. once he does it's very easy for him and her to team up against jotaro. there's art where holly kisses one cheek and kakyoin kisses the other and jotaro is blue-screening ohhh i lvoe that shit i eat it up i do not care i know it's cringe i dont care it's fun

AAAAAAS FOR JOTARO MEETING KAKYOIN'S PARENTS....

i do think the nuances of it would depend on which au ur looking at (if it's a kakyoin lives, if it's a kakyoin lives and was never injured au (cowardice btw), if it's a no-journey-happened au, reincarnation, etc etc etc) BUT i will say:

i dont think they would hate jotaro, no matter what. even if kakyoin is dead and jotaro is visiting after the fact to apologize/explain, i do not think they would hate him. probably uncomfortable with him, but they would not hate him cause he is literally a kid too. it's not his fault all this shit went down. he didn't ask for it. and it's the least they can do for noriaki now to watch over his friend. i have a post about this here

i think that ^ is echoed in kakyoin-lives aus. they would never hate him. like no matter their opinion on the adults in the situation, they'd see jotaro as a victim too. i think they'd be glad someone as big and strong as jotaro was there for kakyoin while whatever happened, happened. even if theyre a little weirded out by jotaro cause he's just so yknow. bizarre. el oh el. i think just by nature of like, kakyoin's parents being such normal people, that they never completely understand jotaro so while they see that he makes kakyoin very happy and theyre happy for that by extension, they def just don't get it 😭 but with how dedicated jotaro is to their son i dont think they'd feel that they need to get it tbh. esp cause since meeting jotaro/the rest of the crusaders, kakyoin begins learning how to reach out to them, too. basically im saying, i dont think kakyoin's parents and jotaro would ever get on like holly and kakyoin do, but i think both parties would come to respect each other and bond over their love for noriaki if nothing else. kinda like a teammate/coworker relationship than an outright friendship/familial bond. but yeah

okay tis is long SO SORRY! these two just eat my brain like moths to clothes you know how it is

[snailvibes]

YOU YES YOU I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN AGENT 4 REUNITES WITH MOMARIE AND 3 PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW I MUST KNOW PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW THE FLUFFY TO THE ANGST

AAAAAA OMG OK OK TY I LOVE GETTING THE CHANCE TO TALK ABOHT THIS STUFF WOO

SO 4 reuniting with Momarie and 3 and Callie WOO

Also; PLEASE keep in mind that ALL of this is suspect to change. If four is in the dlc all of this would very much be changing depending on when the dlc takes place. But until then and I state otherwise this is all a part of my splatoon canon

to the angst first Cus that’s what’s most prominent and what you all need to know; Alterna and the situation worsening there, especially with Craig being kidnapped, ended up accidentally taking a little bit more priority than regularly checking in on Four. I imagine alterna doesn’t have good reception so to check in on her daughter while doing agent work Marie would have to regularly step back out to the edge of the crater, which used to be manageable Cus they weren’t doing much important things, but when Craig got kidnapped and Possom came along Marie was able to do that a lot less to the point where she couldn’t do it at all for a while. Four already was dealing with separation anxiety away from her family for this long, and the fact that check ins from her mom and eventually all 3 of them became nonexistent made those thoughts kick you that they were abandoning her or maybe something horrible happened and either way they wouldn’t come back.

So when finally things WERE all dealt with and Four had the okay to come to splatsville for a bit to visit before everyone had to move back to inkopolis, she’d already gone through this long period of being away from her main support group (she distanced herself from eight a bit because she was becoming a little self destructive), and then when coming to splatsville should’ve been just a happy reunion, she kinda got thrown into a lot at once. Everything with Alterna, the fact that instead of contacting her they hired someone else (no one told her at first Craig hired Possom, not the others, and they didn’t contact her for her safety not that she wasn’t good enough), but also Marie was developing feelings for shiver at that point as this was all a little bit after the end of storymode, and four just did NOT have time to process it all and all the sudden changes in her life. It all just resulted in a mix of her bottling stuff in and not telling her family and gf about how she felt with them all gone and hardly contacting her, but also being a lot clingy with all of them and hating the idea of being away from them. Also she really didn’t like Shiver at first lol

But going to fluff ofc Callie Marie and Three have time to calm down from the whole thing and focus on others now, including the fact that four is acting off and refuses to acknowledge it. Marie’s more than glad to let her daughter be clingy so her and callie can take time to be with her again because they did miss her a lot, and Three puts a halt on all agent work so she can spend time with her girlfriend a lot more and also try and figure out what happened. To skip a lot of beating around the bush eventually four does break and admit to them how much she missed them all and how worried and lonely and scared she was (conveniently leaving out the stuff with Mariver Cus that’s an issue for the future) and how everything was just happening too fast and she couldn’t handle it. So the 3 take time to let four adjust on her own terms better instead of throwing her into things, letting her ask about Alterna and apologizing for going MIA and promising itd all never happen again, and just taking all the time they need in splatsville to be together and calm down until they can do it all in inkopolis where everyone can be home again.

[lshark-cs]

Iron God Chapter 45 [Dakko]

Dakko woke up to a sweet trilling song. He pulled himself up and opened the window of the barn where they’d taken refuge. It was just before sunrise. He expected to see birds. Or anything else small and cute. He certainly didn’t expect to see a full-grown lightningfisher out in the pasture.

His heart skipped a beat until he recognized it was Yayaba. He didn’t know Yayaba all that well, but she at least wouldn’t bite their heads off. 

Lalek rose next. “Singing real pretty, Yaya.” She stretched. “She’s a morning girl.”

Dakko looked back at her. “What about you?”

Lalek shrugged. “I can be up and at it anytime. I never get tired, not really. That’s my power.”

“Huh?” The boy’s eyebrows rose. “I thought your power was that you were incredibly strong.”

“Common misconception.” Lalek grinned. “Though I guess you could say it’s a berry in the bread. If I never get exhausted enough to quit, I can work out all I want, can’t I?” 

Dakko grinned. “That’s actually amazing.” He held up his own scrawny arms. “Maybe you could teach me how to get stronger?” He ran a hand through his hair. “And cut my hair?”

Lalek gave a hearty laugh. “Sure thing, kid.”

Ido bolted up to the open window and squeezed in next to Dakko. His eyes widened at the sight of the lightningfisher. “Wow!” His face lifted in the biggest smile he’d possibly ever worn. “Good morning, Yaya!”

The lightningfisher lifted her huge wings off the ground and spread them wide. Electricity shot up from her elegant streamlined head. Then she stretched forward like a dog wanting to play.

Ido squeezed himself out through the window and waved to Yayaba. She made a warbling call that, with some imagination, sounded like her name. Aaaaaa-yaya-ba! 

Ido bent his knee in some odd attempt at a bow. “I’m Ido!”

Dakko looked at Lalek. “Think they’ll be friends?”

“Oh, quite naturally.” The woman leaned her side against the wall.

Yayaba spread her wings out again and sent an even bigger crack of lightning up into the clouds. Then she looked down at Ido and cocked her head to one side.

“I think she wants you to do it too,” Dakko suggested. 

Ido nodded. Then he ran a bit farther out into the pasture, closer to Yayaba. A few minutes later, he clapped his hands together above his head and blazing sparks exploded.

Yayaba shrieked and then sang brighter. She dipped her huge head down and nudged Ido, but not hard enough to knock him backwards. Ido laughed and patted her head. Dakko smiled and felt warm again.

Lalek didn’t look quite as happy. She smiled, but there was strain behind the expression. When he noticed it, Dakko had to ask. “What are you so worried about?”

She pursed her lips and sighed. “You were up later than me. Did Rizval come back at any point last night?”

“Huh?” The boy shrugged. “No, I haven’t seen them. Maybe they got distracted.”

Lalek shook her head. “Rizval never gets distracted enough to wander off for this long.” She looked up. “I remember when they left, they were going to Staffen’s place to see if anything else needed doing. Maybe the town council knows something.”

Dakko bent down and adjusted one of his knee braces. “Are you scared, Lalek?”

“Quite honestly, yes,” she admitted. Then she called out the window. “Ido! Are you coming with us?”

Dakko thought for a moment. “Ido, if you are coming, stay a little ways behind us. Jump in if things get really bad. All right?”

“Can do. Where are you going, anyway?” Ido kept petting the lightningfisher.

“Looking for Rizval,” Lalek replied. 

With that, Dakko and Lalek left the old barn. The boy still walked with a limp despite his new joint braces. Thankfully, Lalek made no comment. It was never comfortable to bring up his missing toes. At least he still hadn’t lost any of his fingers to frostbite.

He looked over his shoulder. Ido looked like he was saying goodbye to Yayaba for the time being. The lightningfisher kept on singing. Dakko smiled. Watching his brother make new friends was one more thing to help him feel warm.

He tugged the woman’s sleeve. “Lalek?”

She looked down at him. “Hm?”

“I was just thinking…” Dakko paused for a moment and thought about how best to say it. “Before he died, Haode told me he had allies in town. Do you think that’s true?”

“If it is true, it won’t be for long, I’ll tell you.” Lalek glared dead ahead. “That man was a pack of problems.”

Dakko averted his gaze. “Yeah.” He trudged a few more steps before asking something else. “What’ll you do to anyone who’s still on his side?”

“Beat ‘em up.” She said it with no hesitation. “Make it so they don’t get any ideas like that ever again.”

He swallowed hard. “Would you kill people?”

“Huh?” Lalek gawked at him. “Of course not. Why would I ever?” She turned to face him and rolled back both her sleeves, revealing naked, unbranded skin. 

Dakko raised an eyebrow. “You’ve never killed anyone?”

“Exactly.” She pulled her sleeves back down. “Not once in my life. I’m the only one in this order who hasn’t ever taken a life.” She grinned. “Proud of it, too.”

Dakko grabbed her arm tighter so he didn’t fall. “How do you manage that?” 

“I know a hundred ways to break a person without killing them.” She clenched and unclenched her fists. “I’m certainly not above maiming people, but I’ll never be the reason they die. Still, anyone had better think twice before getting on my bad side.”

Dakko tried to look away.

“Hey, don’t worry about a thing.” Lalek gave his arm a tug. “Long as I’m around, no one ought to be getting on your bad side either. How’s that?”

He let out a nervous giggle. 

Walking halfway across the town wasn’t as much of a challenge with Lalek helping him. His new joint braces also helped immensely. Rizval had made them with such care and attention to detail. Maybe they could also make him new shoes to help him walk easier. That possibility excited him. Then the excitement turned right back into anxiety when he remembered they hadn’t seen Rizval for a concerning amount of time.

He looked up at the sky as a breeze swept over their heads. Yayaba was silhouetted against the pale clouds. Then he looked over his shoulder. Through the throngs of people going about their days, he caught a quick glimpse of Ido blending into the masses. Feeling more secure now, Dakko moved quicker. 

When they came to Staffen’s house, no one seemed to be home. No humans, at least. Two very large, ashen-feathered birds perched on the front porch’s rails. Their heads were bald and off-white, the color of weathered old bones, with deep pitlike black eyes and sharp beaks. At the sight of them, Dakko stopped in his tracks.

Last time he’d seen gravebirds, it had been at Haode’s funeral. They had consumed his remains in eerie silence and left nothing to decay. A more respectful fate than to rot under trodden soil, at least according to Xigon. Dakko couldn’t disagree. There had been an odd beauty to the ritual – an unexpected sense of peace and reverence throughout.

Right now, though, the sight of two gravebirds leering down at them from the deck rails made Dakko’s skin crawl.

Lalek, however, seemed untroubled. She passed between the two of them. “Good morning.” Dakko tried not to squirm at the fact she’d just greeted them like friends. “Come on, Dakko. They never harm living creatures.”

The one on the left cocked its head at him and made a clicking noise with its beak as he passed by. Dakko grimaced. Not knowing what else to do, he imitated the sound by clicking his tongue. The bird spread its wings and leaned forward, as if bowing.

Dakko reached for Lalek’s arm again, but stopped. “Why is nobody here but gravebirds?”

She squinted. “That is pretty strange.” 

There was a slight creak as the upstairs window opened. Dakko looked up and his eyes shot wide open. There was a child with a bow drawn, aiming for Lalek. With barely an instant to think, the boy threw himself at Lalek and they both careened over the railing. The gravebirds took flight, scattering their ashen feathers. An arrow jutted from the half-rotted wood where they’d stood mere seconds ago.

He and Lalek made eye contact. Panting, she whispered in his ear. “No matter what happens, trust me.” Then she got up and yanked him up roughly, pinning him against her chest like a human shield. A dagger – dull but still cold – brushed against his neck. She called up to the child in the window. “Try that again and the boy dies, kid.”

“Mama!” The archer turned around and called to someone else in the room. “Ma, what now?”

A haggard-looking woman took the child’s place. She looked familiar. Dakko’s eyes widened in surprise. The woman’s patchy eyebrows rose. “Dakko?”

So that was what Haode had meant by allies.

“Styzian.” She turned to glare at Lalek. “Give me the child and we will let you go for now.” 

“Why should I?” Lalek pressed the dull blade harder against Dakko’s throat. He tried not to panic even though he knew she wouldn’t hurt him. “What could I possibly have to fear from the likes of you?”

“If you don’t release the boy now,” Pileated Woodpecker threatened. “You’ll bleed like the comrade you’re missing.”

He felt Lalek tense. She seethed as if fighting back tears. She and Dakko both knew Peck was talking about Rizval.

Dakko took a few deep icy breaths, then whispered to Lalek. “I’ll be fine. Just let me go.” 

Lalek froze up.

“Do you trust me?” Dakko whispered. 

Only then did she drop him and sprint away.

Dakko sat there and tried to collect his thoughts. Every way this could possibly go wrong raced through his head. He couldn’t suppress a chuckle at the irony. Here he was, tasting only a miniscule crumb of the fear that had all but tortured Haode to death long before his new master had come along to finish the job. It tasted the way the gravebirds smelled. Metal and decay. And so cold.

He had only one small thing in his favor – for once, he trusted himself.

The front door opened and Pileated Woodpecker came to his side. “Do you remember me, Dakko?”

He nodded sheepishly.

“Come inside with me.” She offered a hand to help him up.

He lifted a trembling hand and clasped hers tight. The thick gloves he wore meant she’d feel none of his cold. He still felt it, though. It ached deep in his bones. He followed her inside and up the stairs. A small pack of children were waiting, including the girl who’d nearly shot Lalek. Dakko shied away from them.

“Go play outside for a while,” Peck instructed the lot. “And Skylark, shoot us some supper if you can.”

“Yes, mama.” The girl slung the bow over her back and ran downstairs. The others all followed her in stampede, leaving the room a mess and Dakko alone with Peck. 

“Is that better?” Peck asked. “Poor thing. You must be scared. What’s happened to you?” 

“He’s dead.” Dakko broke down in icy tears. “Haode is dead.” Hearing himself say it brought genuine anguish. He’d tried so hard not to think about it as of late. “I watched the master kill him and I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t –!”

“Shhh, I know.” The woman softened her tone. “I’m sorry you had to see that. You and most of the children here have that in common.” She took his gloved hand again. “I’m so sorry for your loss. And I’m so sorry I couldn’t stop Styzia from capturing you.” 

“Am I…” Dakko choked as a sudden pain filled his chest. “Am I safe now?”

“Yes, of course you are.” Peck squeezed his hand. “I’m so happy we could save you, Dakko. That we could free you from your captors. Whatever they’ve done to you – I promise you, those wounds will heal.”

“What they’ve done to me…” the boy pinched his eyes shut and lowered his head. He raised his other hand to claw the ice from his eyelids. “What they’ve done…”

Dakko looked up, met Peck dead in the eyes, and took a deep breath in. “What they’ve done is given me warmth.” He filled his lungs, felt the air chill until it burned his airways. Then he gave a twisted smile.

Peck scowled. “What do you mean?” 

He leaned in close, as if to whisper a secret in the woman’s ear, then let out the breath he’d been holding. The air was scalding cold, liquefied and fuming white mist. It poured over her face, freezing it in an expression of sudden terror, filling her mouth and throat before she could scream. Her flesh froze so hard it cracked. Her body fell and shattered like glass against the floor. 

 Dakko leaned over her, drooling liquefied air, and whispered a grotesque echo of Xigon. “You have nothing to fear.” Perfect words spoken over a perfect kill. “Peace be with you.”

He stumbled to the fireplace across the room, grabbed an iron stoker from the mantle, and held it over the glowing embers until it was red-hot. Then, without fear, he pressed the heated iron to his wrist. He seethed and cried and laughed all at once. It hurt. It was warm. It was shameful. It was strength.

Haode had been right all along. Styzians were monsters. And Dakko was proud to be.

[sierrawr]

hey love, so glad to see that ure back 🤍

id definitely love to see siren rewritten to be a one shot! it could just be me but id love to see more of the backstory and the incidents leading up to the accident AND OFC MORE JAYYN INTERACTIONS <333 how long do u expect the oneshot to be tho?

love, 🤍anon

🦋: Hi my dear, I'm happy to be back too! ❤️ It's refreshing to know that I got a positive feedback from you, and of course I wil definitely take that into consideration while rewriting "Siren." While writing my answer to your ask, I realised that it has become an essay 🥲 so I use number form in attempt to make it short and easy to understand (but damn it's still to long and I'm lowkey overthinking, but here we go, aaaaaa!)🤧:

Plot/storyline changes.

Majority of the plot and story line might be change but i can't guarantee to what extend as I'm struggling to keep up with the previous one (bcs it's complicated af and idk how did I even though of that (but I did not regret writing it!) Writing "Siren" is one of the best thing because I never thought how invested I can be while writing a fic untul I worked on "Siren" 🥹🩷💕.

2. What can I guarantee.

All I can gurantee is a better and clearer storyline with lots of interaction between the main characters and a sparkle of "hook" in the plot. So, absolutely more interaction with Jay is coming up and you can look forward to it as I remember you always long for interaction with jay (not that i'm complaining, I don't judge my readers' comment, NEVER) lol 😂.

3. How long will the oneshot version of "Siren" would be.

This another thing that I can't confirmed but, it will not be too short (who likes way too short fic when we wanna add the drama in it right?). I will try to make it around 1k words minimum, but if you have any suggestion about how long you want it to be, I can adjust that for you (lowkey feel like I'm doing a request fic from you, lol. but again, It's one of the best thing when the writer and the reader give each other feedbacks and opnions, and vice versa. fanfic also connects people like music does! ✨✨

[02chois]

thanks! i think it’s mostly just adjusting bc my meds got upped last week and that week or two before my body gets used to it sucks :’) but yeah esp with the weather being all over the place so many people are sick here too

i really have no idea what’s going on and i should probably email them but ughhh

ahhh that sucks! i hope you can get through these weeks as well as possible and have something nice planned afterwards so you can rest!

truly 😭 txt are so much bf material pls

i have so many Thoughts abt soobins lips it’s unholy

but omg imagine just, lazy afternoons with him and he’s exhausted from work and melting against you and he’s just so warm and comfy and it’s the coziest thing ever 🥺🥺 -hyuka anon

Hello!! I'm back and I'm so sorry that u haven't replied to your ask for such a long time 😭😭 but I really missed u and I'm glad to be back <33 I hope you're doing well and that you're taking care or yourself!! 🩷🩷

Have you gotten an email from them yet? It's been a while oof it must be frustrating tho 😭

And omg pls do send some thoughts 👁️👁️ I'm deprived of prompts rn hAHBSJA

And aAAAAA that's so nice and soft 🥺🥺 that would be so warm tho and his arms would be around you, hands gently stroking your skin and he's tiredly listening to you talk and he's answering with quiet hums and small nods 😭 and even if he's just doing that, he's listening intently because it's the only time the two of you could be together without interruption hdbsjdj

[legendsofimagines]

⋆ ★: ̗̀➛ The Odyssey Universe + Swain

A/N: AAAAAA my first post!!! I'm so nervous and honest to god about this T__T. I mostly just wanted to ramble about my speculation and interpretation of what Swain might be like in the Odyssey Universe and I had a lot of fun talking about Swain in general. Thank you for reading and just a reminder my requests are open!

ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃᶦⁿˢ: ˡᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵃˢᵉ ˡᵒʳᵉ ᵉˣᵖˡᵃⁿᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ， ˢᵏᶦⁿ ˡᶦⁿᵉ ˢᵖᵉᶜᵘˡᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ， ʳᵃᵐᵇˡᶦⁿᵍ ， ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇʳᶦᵉᶠ ᵐᵉⁿᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᴿᵃᵘᵐ/ᵀʰᵉ ᴮˡᵃᶜᵏ ᴿᵒˢᵉ/ᴶᵃʳᵛᵃⁿ ◦

⋆ ★: ̗̀➛ SWAIN ，THE GRAND GENERAL ◦

In the base lore of the game, Swain appointed himself as the leader of Noxus almost overnight and took on as the leader. Swain quickly then formed the Trifarix Council, and this triadic group replaced the former emperor and was created with the motivation of preventing yet another tyrannical rule in Noxus. Swain believed in establishing this council, that balance would finally be restored in the nation once more. By integrating this system of governance into Noxus, the Trifarix then ushered in a new era of strength for their nation as they ruled with their iron fists, decidedly crushing anyone who dared oppose them. 

Under the rule of the Trifarix, the three men in power held to represent Noxus' core values: Vision, Might, and Guile. Swain himself stood to personify the value of Vision within the council by providing a clear direction for the future of his nation. 

Taking note of this, it is a recurring trait of Swain's character that he assumes a powerful role when his character is recontextualized into many of the skin lines he's put into. Whether as the leader of Noxus or as the mastermind architect behind an age-old traditional festival, Swain always seems to be in control. Yet, it would not be right for him to assume such an "all-powerful role" as he normally does if we were to place him into the Odyssey universe- Especially when we consider how Demacia and Noxus are now one nation, the Demaxian nation, and how Jarvan is positioned as the king of Demaxia. 

While Jarvan remains the king in the Odyssey universe, there are still positions of power within the Demaxian kingdom, such as the Ordinals. Kayn, an existing Ordinal in the universe, suggests that these figures act under the order of the Demaxian army, although his loyalties lie more with himself than anyone else. Swain would fit perfectly into the role of an Ordinal, given his military expertise. However, there is one major obstacle: Swain's deep-seated animosity towards Jarvan, which has resulted in a long-standing rivalry between the two in the base lore.

I am aware that League in the past has not been afraid to adjust character dynamics within skin lines in order for the narrative to be consistent, but if I were to completely throw out this dynamic between the two just so Swain could be in a position of power, I personally would feel like I would be tearing an important part of his character away from him. 

Now this is the fun part: speculation.

⋆ ★: ̗̀➛ SWAIN ，THE GRAND ORDINAL ◦

While Swain's animosity towards Jarvan presents a major obstacle to him being an Ordinal in the Odyssey universe, I still believe it's a possibility. Kayn, an existing Ordinal, has shown that loyalty to Jarvan is not a prerequisite for the position. In fact, Kayn's own mental state has been called into question. Therefore, it's not inconceivable that Swain could also be an Ordinal, even if he doesn't agree with Jarvan's leadership. 

However, when considering Swain's character, there are certain aspects that must be preserved. These include his representation of vision as a value, his relationship with Raum, his desire for balance, and his distaste for Jarvan. With these in mind, one possible scenario could be that Swain becomes a disgruntled Ordinal who sought out the position of power to serve Demaxia but eventually realizes that he disagrees with the king's ideology. As an Ordinal tactician, he operates in the shadows to incite a change and reform the nation's rule, aiming to bring balance and order to Demaxia. 

Regarding Swain's bond with Raum, I intended for it to be a complete contrast to the relationship between Kayn and Rhaast in the Odyssey universe. Essentially, I envisioned Swain occupying the opposite end of the spectrum to Kayn, but I will delve into this idea further later on.

In the original League of Legends lore, Raum was a powerful demon imprisoned deep within the Immortal Bastion in Noxus. Despite his mysterious origins and motivations, numerous factions, including the Black Rose, sought to capture him for his immense power. However, it was ultimately Swain who was able to gain control over the demon. After being gravely wounded in battle, Swain was approached by Raum with the intention of manipulating him for his own purposes. But Swain proved to be more cunning than the demon, outsmarting him and absorbing his powers for himself. As a result, Swain gained an arm and access to the many secrets and knowledge that Raum had hidden away. 

With regard to Raum's character, I came up with an idea that deviates from the original lore. In the base game, Raum was a demon trapped in the Immortal Bastian of Noxus, and he had his own motivations that are still unclear. Raum was pursued by many, including the Black Rose, who wanted to harness the demon's power. However, it was Swain who caught Raum's attention when the man was wounded on the battlefield. The demon intended to manipulate Swain to further its own agenda, but Swain turned the tables on Raum and absorbed its powers, gaining an arm and all the secrets that the demon possessed.

My idea for Raum in the Odyssey Universe is inspired by the prevalence of Ora Augmentation, which is common among the existing Odyssey skins. While thinking about the dynamic between Kayn and Rhaast, I remembered that Rhaast was an alien trapped inside an Ora-infused scythe. This got me thinking: "What if Raum was an alien trapped inside an augmented prosthetic that was manufactured for Swain?" or even better, "What if Raum was nanotechnology developed by the Black Rose in this universe, and by extension the Black Rose be a rebel group that wants to overthrow Jarvan?" This idea allowed me to reimagine how Raum could fit into this universe. 

This new perspective really sparked my imagination. The notion of Swain harboring a secret resentment towards Jarvan, all while serving him dutifully, was an intriguing one. But what if this hidden alien presence inside his prosthetic, unbeknownst to him, slowly began to corrupt Swain's motives and desires? Perhaps the prosthetic was originally intended for medical purposes, but it was deliberately augmented to grant Swain extraordinary abilities, effectively turning him into a deadly weapon.

Of course, these are just ideas rather than me trying to prove that this is the end all be all for what Swain would be like in the Odyssey universe. I’d love to hear anyone's input and ideas about this topic to get some outside perspectives. ^__^  I might also draw this idea out whenever I have some free time…