#Stick Stunt Biker

[entertainment4you]

Here we’ve categorized some crazy bike games for kids that parents would love to introduce to you. Here are the 7 best bike race games online to try out:

[akiragatr]

Anyone else remember as a child hoarding the tiny scraps of blue sticky tack that was sometimes left over on the backs of their school projects, trying to collect enough of it to play with like a small glob of clay? That stuff was worth its weight in gold to nine year olds.

[thelaughingmerman]

I think it’d be great if Spotlight needed glasses mostly because I am in love with the idea of custom prescription crown shaped sunglasses. Mildly extra, kind of iconic.

[barney-james]

Provoked || Chris Evans x Reader SMUT

Warnings: spanking, choking, hair pulling, breeding, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex/face fucking (female and male receiving), dom/sub relationship, dirty talk fuuuuuuuuck

A/n oml this idea won’t leave me alone i’m in such a cevans mood ugh

*not my gif*

With his comforting warm arms wrapped around you, and his chest pressed to your back, there is no place in the world you would rather be. You’re passing time with your boyfriend between dinner and the party the two of you are expected at in about two hours. You had found some random movie on cable to watch while you waited for it to be time to get ready.

Chris sat against the headboard in the middle of the bed, and you sat between his legs with your beck pressed against his bare 0chest, his chin naturally sitting on your shoulder as he holds you against him with his arms around your waist.

Neither of you are paying much attention to the movie, but blankly staring at the screen just enjoying each other’s company and warmth. A loud sound comes from the movie, breaking both of you out of the trance. The two main characters had just barged into their apartment with their lips attached and hands roaming, knocking over a lamp in their wake. You watch the scene as the couple removes their clothes and falls onto the bed. Being a movie aired on television, it didn’t show any of the interesting parts, just faces, sounds, and kisses. But that was enough to get Chris stirring behind you.

You feel his hips push against you slightly and his new semi pressing into your lower back. His hands roam your body, and you feel him leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and over your shoulder. You tilt your head to the side with a smirk on your lips, giving him better access to attack your skin. Chris’s hands leave your waist and slowly venture down slower to between your legs. Each hand on your inner thighs, spreading your legs. 

You chuckle and push yourself away from him and off the bed. You head to the bathroom without glancing back at your boyfriend. “I have to start getting ready,” your smirk evident in your voice. 

“Y/n,” he calls after you, and you turn around to look at him before reaching the bathroom. You see his hand stoking his hardening member through his low hanging grey sweatpants and you know there are non boxer briefs under those pants. The sight sends a tingle to your apex, and you bite your lip as you subtly clench your legs together. But to your dismay, the action does not go unnoticed.

Chris cocks an eyebrow at you and sits up, one leg hanging off the bed as he faces you. “Did you just look me up and down,” he smirks, “and then bite your lip?”

You don’t respond, just keep staring at his perfectly sculpted body, still biting you lip.

“’Cause if you did -” he slides his other leg over the edge of the bed “- we’re having sex.” He stands up, still feet from you, yet still towering over you. “Right now.” He says sternly.

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes and turn back to the bathroom. 

“Why don’t you come over here and make me?” he torts from behind you, a seductive tone in his deep voice. 

You slowly turn back to him and take a few steps towards him, just out of arms reach. You let your stare wonder down to hid obvious bulge. “No,” you begin, looking up into his lust heavy eyes. “No, I don’t think I will,” you tease.

Right as he launches himself forward trying to grab you and pull you to him, you turn and run into the bathroom, playfully screaming and laughing. Chris is right on your heels, but you manage to close and lock the bathroom door before he can get you. 

A loud bang fills the bathroom, and you know Chris had just pounded his fist against the door. You loved seeing this sexy, playful angry side of him. A pool began to form in your panties as you thought about how far you can push him. Your aching core was craving attention. You knew your unspoken rule to no truly touch yourself, and you were fighting the urge to go out and jump into his massive arms and let him have his way with you. But you were having fun, pushing him little by little.

“Your ass is going to be eight different shades of red after that stunt, baby girl,” you hear your boyfriends rough voice muffled from the other side of the door. Pretending you didn’t hear him, you play your shower playlist loudly and turn on the shower, waiting for it to reach the scorching temperature you love as you remove your cropped t-shirt and biker shorts that you wear around the house. 

Just as you’re about to remove your silky thong and matching bralette, you feel a big pair of hands roughly grab your waist and pull you backwards. You squeal at the sudden contact. 

“Chris!” you yelp, jumping slightly. “How’d you get in here? Did you pick the lock?”

He presses his lips back to your shoulder and hums against your skin. “Nope.”

“What did you do?” you push your butt against his hard cock. 

He hesitates a moment, then says, “Got impatient. Ripped the door nob off.”

“Chris!!” you yell. “What the hell?”

He shushes you. “Not important, baby. What is important is the situation you left in my pants. You know you wanna fix it for me.” His hands wander up from your waist and grip your breasts tightly.

“Bite me, Chris,” you moan teasingly. 

“You better watch that pretty little mouth before I put it to work,” he growls in your ear. 

“Baby,” you whine as his hands fall from your breasts and rest in the waist band of your thong. “They’ll be expecting us.” You are incredibly turned on, and definitely want Chris to have his way with you, but you just love seeing how far you can drive him before he snaps.

“They won’t notice,” he starts sucking harshly at the sensitive spot on your neck, knowing exactly where it is. 

You let out a breathy whine. “Chris stop,” you giggle as his fingers ghost up your bare stomach, tickling you in their path. “i’m going to this party,” you try sternly but fail. 

Chris’ strong hands tightly grip your hips. “No. You’re not,” he says with his lips against the shell of your ear, his voice deep and demanding. He spins you around by your hips so your chests are only centimeters apart, and you look up through your eyelashes at him as innocently as you can. “Tsk, tsk,” he clicks his tongue. “Innocence isn’t going to work tonight, sweetheart.” His hands leave your waist and come up to your shoulders, gently resting there. “Down,” he demands.

At first you’re taken aback. Of course you’ve seen this dominant side of him, but you love it so much your left dumbstruck every time.

Chris becomes impatient and pushes down on your shoulders roughly, making you fall to your knees in front of him with a small gasp. You look up at your boyfriend with doe eyes, wanting him to instruct you. 

“Go on,” he says harshly.

Your hands slide up his legs a couple times while you graze your lips over his covered erection teasingly before carefully pulling him out of his cotton pants. You softly grab his length, your small hand barely fitting around it, stroking it while you kiss around his aching member, avoiding it for the time being. You still your hand at the base and lean down, licking a strong, slow, wet stripe over the vein on the underside of his cock, and flick your tip over his leaking, red tip and collect the salty precum with a small moan. You kiss his slit and wrap your lips around his tip, barely sucking. 

“Stop teasing, doll,” he groans, and you pull back from him completely, looking up at him pleadingly. Of course he knows what you want, and he wants it to, but he loves making you beg and ask him for what you want in dirty words. He hums a chuckle as he strokes your hair. His hand leaves your hair and caresses your face, this thumb lightly pulling on your lower lip, and you gladly let it into your mouth and suck it sensually. “Say it,” he growls down at you. You cock your head to the side in a clueless manor. He pulls his thumb out of your mouth and grabs the back of your head by your hair, eliciting a whine from your parted soft lips. “Say. It,” he says with his teeth clenched as he looks at you with hard eyes, pulling your head back to make you look at him. 

“Fuck my mouth,” you say quietly, just above a whisper.

“What was that?” he grips your hair tighter and you moan. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“Fuck my mouth, Chris,” you whine, wanting him to seriously have his way with you now. No more teasing. 

“Hmm, good girl,” he praises, releasing your hair and swiftly pushing his sweatpants down the rest of the way and stepping out before taking hold on your hair once more. You lean your head back into his touch and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out flat against your chin as you wait for him. Chris grips his throbbing cock and slaps it against your waiting tongue several times, moaning softly, before straightening out your head and pushing himself into your mouth so far he hist the back of your throat, a making you gag around him. He only stays there a second before pulling out and roughly pushing back in. When your jaw tries to instinctively close, his hand leaves the base of his length and grabs your face, forcing your jaw to remain open for him. You moan over him while fighting your gags, just wanting to please him as obscene wet sounds fill the bathroom space and drool drips down your chin, your pussy getting wetter by the second. Chris thrusts so hard into your face that you’re almost falling over, and your hands grip the back of his thick thighs to steady yourself. Only a few thrusts later, your tap your hand against his thigh, telling him to stop, and he pushes himself all the way into your mouth one last time, and you feel him twitch in your throat before he quickly pulls himself out, leaving you gasping for air, looking up at him.

His thumb wipes the drool of your chin before holding hit in his hand. “So hot, baby. And so good,” he commends you. His hand in your hair pulls you up to your feet and drags you out of the bathroom and over to the bed. He sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls you over his knee, roughly spanking you a countless number of times, leaving you moaning and slick dripping down your thighs after soaking through your panties. He rubs his hand over your ass cheeks, soothing some of the pain before pulling you up again and pushing you on the bed.

He grabs your ankles and drags you down towards him at the foot of the bed. He admired your flushed state and feels himself throbbing, but ignores it for the moment so he can treat you. He kneels down in front of you and pushes your legs apart, leaving your soaked thong on display for him. “I haven’t even touched you yet, baby,” he teases. “Awfully needy for someone who would rather be at a stupid party, aren’t we?” He leans down, blowing hot air over your clothed core, and licks a stripe up the material between your legs, placing a kiss to your covered clit when he reached the top. His hands slid up your thighs, and he hooks his finger into the small waistband, pulling your thong down your legs. He doesn’t remove it fully, but rather leaves it at you knees as he pushes them up to your chest, your bare glistening cunt now fully exposed. 

He surprises you, not teasing you and just diving right in. His beard tickles and burns your sensitive skin in the most delicious way as his tongue moves through your folds and pushes against your hole, lapping up everything you have to offer. Your head throws back against the mattress as you moan loudly, and your hands grip the sheets. They’d much rather be in his hair, but your legs are pushed against you and you can’t even see the beautiful man between your thighs. Your neediness makes the warm knot in you tummy form a lot faster than normal. Chris drags his lips up your clit, flicking his tongue over it, the sensitivity making your hips jerk involuntarily. One of his hands leaves from under your thighs, his adjacent forearm now holding both your legs down. His hand slides down your soft thighs and his thumb presses teasingly at your entrance. It disappears, and not a moment later you feel him thrust two of his long fingers into you roughly, not letting your tight pussy adjust at all as he pumps them in and out and curls them against your perfect spot. 

“Oh god!” you yell, whining. “Chris! I’m gonna cum, baby,” you warn him. 

He removes his mouth from your clit just to utter a quick “Do it, baby girl” before his lips wrap around you and suck your clit into his mouth harshly, quickly breaking the knot. You reach your favorite euphoric state, moaning his name loudly as your legs shake against his hold. He sucks you and moves your fingers in you, ridding out your high. Chris laps his tongue through your folds one more time, then drops your weak legs. 

He kisses over your thighs, across your hipbones and up your body. When he reaches your barely covered breasts, he swiftly removes the silk material, leaving your peaks to harden in the cold air. He takes on of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. You arch your back, pushing your chest into his mouth as his other hand massages your other breast. He moves to the opposite side and repeats, until he’s happy with the erectness of your nipples. He continues kissing up your chest, leaving wet kisses and sucking the soft flesh. His hand finds its way between your legs, and he lightly rubs circles over your your still sensitive clit, your hips jerking up into his hand. He presses down on your sensitive bundle as his lips love up your neck and across your jaw. As his lips attach to yours in a hungry kiss, and his tongue forces its way into your mouth to explore the familiar space, his finger falls from your clit and through your fold. He chuckles against your lips at how wet you still are and you whine into his kiss.

He removes his lips from yours, pecks you one last time and stands up. His strong arms wrap around your upper back and pull you farther up the bed, giving him room to kneel on the mattress in front of you. He runs his hand through your wet folds, collecting your juices on his fingers and rubbing it over his cock, getting himself ready. He thighs again, pulling them over his own and your pussy up closer to his cock. He leans over you as he aligns himself with your entrance.

As rough as Chris can be, and as much as you love the rough side of him, he always enters you slowly at first, giving you both time to adjust as to not hurt you. And of course he does that now. He presses his lips to yours passionately as he bottoms out and you moan loudly as his thick cock fills you up perfectly. He groans at the feeling of you wrapped around him. 

“Fuck, baby girl,” he moans, leaning his forehead against yours. “Always so tight for me, fuck.” He pulls out most of the way, only his tip left inside you, and pushes back in slowly, he picks up the pace, setting a steady rhythm. “Hmm, so good wrapped around me like this.”

Your hands grab his cheeks kissing his lips softly. “Chris,” you plead as your lips detach.

“Hmm?” he responds. 

“Harder. Faster, baby,” you coax. “Please.”

He chuckles. “As you wish.” He straightens his back as he stands up, his large hands grabbing hold of your hips. He looks at you with a dirty look before relentlessly pounding into you. He groans at the quick pace of your tight walls compressing his cock. You moan loudly as he thrusts up, hitting your g-spot every time. 

“Oh, fuck,” Chris moans, throwing his head back for a moment. “You like that, baby? You like it when I pound my cock into you?”

“Oh, fuck, yes,” you moan, fingers gripping the sheets again. “Fuck, Chris! Don’t stop.”

He continues to pound into you with a force that shakes the bed with every thrust. You moan each other’s name in strings of profanity. But then a phone starts ringing and buzzing on the nightstand next to the bed. You ignore it, knowing it’s not yours, since yours was still in the bathroom. 

Chris stills inside you and reaches for the phone but it is just out of his reach. “Help me,” he pleads, looking at you sweetly.

“Really?” you scoff. “Now?”

“Just get it please.”

You huff and stretch you arm to grab the ringing phone and hand it to Chris.

“Hello?” he says, answering the phone as he removes one of your legs wrapped around your hip and leans it on his shoulder. “Oh, sorry, dude. We’re not going to be able to make it tonight.” You conclude he is talking to the host of the party, silently priding yourself for having been right about them noticing the two of you weren’t there, but your thoughts were broken when Chris’ massive hand closed around your neck. You through your head back, loving the pressure he’s applying. “Why cant we? Oh. Uh,” Chris smirks down at you, puts the phone on speaker and puts it beside your head. His hand leaves your throat and rests at the base of your neck.

You look at him with wide eyes and mouth agape, astounded by when you know he’s going to do. He grabs your hip tighter with one hand and leans ever so slightly on the one resting on your chest. He pulls his hips out of you, and thrusts up, hitting your g-spot even better with the new angle.

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stop his plan, but he pulls your hand away from your mouth, cocks an eyebrow at you as if to tell you to be loud and pounds into you even harder than before, making you moan his name so loud it was almost pornographic.

“Good girl,” he says and kisses your forehead. “That’s why,” he says into the phone and hangs up, then throws it off the bed. He straightens back out slightly, leaning above you once more and his hand slides back up to your throat, applying the perfect amount of pressure. 

Sure your arms would not be able to hold long enough to stay in his soft hair, your hands wrap around his wrist as he fucks you into the mattress and your moans waver with the harsh rhythm. The knot in your stomach is exponentially reforming with every thrust and Chris can tell from your pussy clenching around his cock. His hand on your hip slides down to rapidly rub your clit. 

“Fuck, Y/n,” he moans. “I’m close, too, baby.”

“Chris,” you pant, trying to form words. “Don-don’t ruin th-the sheets,” you struggle out.

Chris looks you in your eyes, his crystal orbs clouded with lust and love. “I’ll just have to cum inside you then, doll,” he groans.

The knot swells with those words, on the brink of breaking. “Yes,” you plead. “Please, Chris. Fill me with your cum.” You continue to moan, Chris’ pace is faltering as he gets closer to his edge with your encouraging words. He drops your leg off his shoulder, removes his hand from around your neck, and leans down over you completely, his sweaty body hanging over you. “Please,” you moan. “Fuck, I wanna feel you cum inside me, Chris. Please, cum for me, baby.”

“Yes, baby,” he kisses you. “I’m so close.”

His fingers rub at your clit faster pushing you farther as he stares down at where your bodies connect. 

“Chris!” you scream as you cum around him, your pussy throbbing around him. 

You feel his cock twitch inside you as it had done in your mouth, but he doesn’t pull out like he did then. He looks at your face in the state of pleasure he gave you. His lips connect to yours in a loving kiss as his hips jut forward, jerking as he bottoms out and covers your walls with streams of his hot cum, him moaning into the kiss the whole time. The feeling alone adding to your sensitivity making you cum all over again and you moan into him, too.

He stays still inside you as you both come down from your highs. After a moment, he begins to soften inside you, and he pulls out slowly, both of you groaning at the loss of contact. He pecks your lips one last time before he stands off the bed, and goes into the bathroom to get you a warm washcloth as always. 

You can feel his cum starting to drip out of you, and as he turns off the water and comes back into the bedroom, your fingers slide down your body and push it back into you as stare at him, shocked from the sight as he brings his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“What?” you say innocently. “I don’t wanna ruin the sheets.” You give him a cheesy smile as he walks over to you, gently cleaning you with the warm cloth. 

“Fuck, Y/n,” he sighs, looking into your eyes lovingly, his having now faded back to their usual sky blue. “I love you, so much.”

You smile and sit up, gently placing your palms on his cheeks and pulling him into another sweet kiss. “I love you, more, Chris,” you giggle after breaking the kiss before falling back onto the bed. 

Once he finishes cleaning you up, he goes to throw the cloth into the laundry basket, and you adjust yourself, laying your head on the pillows on your side of the bed.

When he comes back again, his hand softly grazes your hips. “I may or may not have left some.. marks,” he frowns.

You look down at your hip, and see a faint hand shaped bruise starting to form. You gasp at it and look at his sad expression. “Hey,” you say to get him to look at you. “You didn’t hurt me, Chris. I’m fine,” you assure him. “I’m better than fine.” You pull his arm towards you and he gets the message and crawls back onto the bed. You hold your arms out for your post coital ritual, and he collapses on top of you with his head on your chest and his body crushing yours in the best way. 

“Baby?” he says, lifting his head to look at you.

You hum a ‘yes’ as your fingers slide into his soft hair as they’d been wanting to all night. 

“Don’t cover up the bruises and hickeys. Let everyone know I’ve marked you as mine.”

You kiss him again. “I won’t cover up,” you assure him. He smiles and lays his head back onto your chest. The two of you stay like that until your both asleep in each others arms. 

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A/n holy fuck I about bust a nut writing this (not proof read)

[thebooki3h]

Lukadamianette Au Part 2

First Here Next

We begin where we left off, with Luka and Marinette on one of the dates Luka Planned. Just because it makes sense in this, Luka and Mari arrive a week early

Because Mari is emancipated and excused herself for the first week of school before the trip during which the class is still in France bc they just ended summer and all that jazz. also I have decided that the trip has turned into a half semester exchange program even though this doesn’t make the most sense, but the French school thought the class could use a reward and tbh they just wanted to get the Akuma class out for awhile. Also this way they aren’t in Gotham for a whole semester of senior year. The trip is planned for the first half of the first semester of senior year. I know that this doesn't make a whole lot of sense but just stick with me.

They go sight seeing and basically on a week long date bc the following week begins the Wayne sponsored exchange program and when Luka has to work for Jagged. One day they go to museums, the next the go to famous parks around Gotham (which are thriving thanks to Poison Ivy), the next they see all of the famous villain spots (which are surprisingly popular tourist destinations bc for the most part they don’t get hit twice in short periods of time) which is a good cover for studying past bat battles. They take days in between to rest and use the inspiration they gained to make new songs or clothing designs. 

They share hotel room bc Mari’s parents stopped being her parents a long time ago and lost their say and bc Jagged says they are grown up enough to be responsible for their actions (which brings a blush to their cheeks every time bc “daaaaaddddd” “uncle jaggeeedddd”)

Mari also makes it her mission to visit all of the non chain coffee shops at least once while they are there bc coffee became her best friend when she was active as ladybug. She meets Tim in almost everyone because Tim also drinks coffee obsessively. Luka is more of a tea drinker because coffee interrupts his musical thought process and tea is less harsh. Marinette drinks tea when she wants to relax but coffee is the fuel of the gods. She expresses this to Tim and that's how they become acquainted bc finally someone understands his love for coffee. They exchange numbers after they run into each other for a fourth time. (Luka silently thinks that he might have to talk to Mari about her obsession of coffee again and if there is a rehab center for coffee drinkers) Tim learns that Mari is from the exchange class very quickly based off of Luka’s French accent as well as her light French accent that is mixed with a couple things he can’t quite place.

The class arrives, Lila ofc tried to pull something to leave Mari behind and she thought she was successful so she was gloating. She ofc took credit for the whole trip claiming that she was super close to the Waynes and that she helped Damian acclimate to his new school (she actually knows that Damian didn’t start living with his father until 10 bc why not). Mrs Bustier tries to check in under both her name and Lila’s name, both of which don’t work because they are A) an hour and a half early and B) all of the reservations are under the contest winners name (they have to ok their chaperones to use their name) C)Mrs Bustier told Mari to make all of the reservations under Mari’s name anyway and she totally forgot that. 

So the sit in the lobby for an hour, Lila has the whole class riled up bc Marinette isn't there and it is al her fault that they can’t get in to their rooms. Marinette shows up with Luka 15 mins before the class was supposed to show up (they had just gotten lunch at a cafe that jagged had recommended) and she is laughing and happy, which causes the class to BLOW UP in her face. She ignores them and checks everyone into their rooms. Kagami and Chloe share a suite bc they are rich in their own right and upgraded their shared room bc they are dating and signed up to be roommates. They got this okayed by Buister in writing JIC. Marinette as the contest winner also got a suite (the room she had been staying in with Luka that she just extended the booking for)

Lila and Alya obviously make a big fuss about them getting special treatment but bustier can’t do anything because Mari won’t let her. She secretly thinks Mari is a lost cause now but she tries her best to get her to see that she has to be a role model. Mari actually planned the whole trip and she did a fucking fantastic job bc its Mari and planning something is what she is great at. She has all of the bases covered including iternerary, bookings for food, emergency contact info, health info, info on Gotham, safety procedures and the whole shebang. All of which had to be approved by  Bustier and that Bustier has copies of but totally ignored.

The next day they try to pull the let’s leave an hour early to leave behind Marinette stunt. Not only does that fail because the tour can’t start until the contest winner is there, but they arrived before Wayne tower was even open to the public. Because jagged is extra he shipped Luka and Marinette motorcycles to Gotham bc they were going to be there for a couple months, they also got special permission from Wayne enterprises to park their bikes in the employee parking structures from Tim once he heard that they rode bikes as expensive as Jason’s. So she left early from the hotel with Luka(bc she knew that Bustier would leave her behind somehow) to go meet up with Tim at a new coffee place (one of his favorites). They end up riding on their respective bikes to WE together so they can hang out before the tour. Luka goes to a recording studio to meet up with Jagged, but not before a very passionate kiss goodbye, which makes Tim blush. (Tim may not seem like the biker type but he is a bat and he lives with Jason so he not only knows how to ride a motorcycle well has one, so it may not be his favorite mode of transportation but he’ll live)

So he and Marinette walk to WE about a half an hour before the class is supposed to be there in the middle of a debate on how best to brew coffee (Mari insists its French press) and low and behold they are there yelling at the receptionist. Mari gives Tim a look that says I’m so sorry you have to see this and yes I was not exaggerating walks up to the receptionist and apologizes for what she is about to do (not for the classes actions bc fuck them they can apologize for themselves she has learned to not take responsibility for others actions and she won’t let all that work go to waste). She then proceeds to yell, much louder than someone of her stature presumably should “SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I STG I WILL BREAK JOKER OUT OF ARKHAM AND LOCK HIM IN A ROOM WITH ALL OF YOU WITHOUT FLINCHING” this is shocking to everyone, especially mrs bustier who is  scandalized  that her role model student would do something like this.

Tim had a feeling that something video worthy would happen so as soon as she walked away he started recording, and he was NOT disappointed. The video gos straight to the batfam gc and Luka immediately. He powered off his phone then he proceeds to start laughing and applauding. Upon seeing the CEO’s reaction the rest of the employees start applauding as well bc damn those kids were rude. Tim then walks up to Mari talking at a speed no one but Mari, Chloe and Kagami could understand (bc the class is not fluent in English no matter what they would tell you). Mari proceeds to blush once he informs her that he sent a video to Luka (he does not tell her about the batfam gc)

Chloe and Kagami are immediate intrigued bc this is NOT what they picture when Mari said she met someone who loves coffee as much as she does. they may be hella gay for each other but damn that man is ripped. They join the convo while the class remains befuddled bc who knew Mari even swore. in the back of his mind Nino is reminded of a young blue-eyed girl who lost playground privileges for a week bc someone made fun of his glasses and proceed to punch said someone in the nose. But he shakes it of because Mari hasn’t been like that in years. 

Bustier eventually collects herself and gently, so as not to cause an Akuma (apparently she didn't get the memo), reminds Mari that they are here for a tour and she needs to get the class their passes.  So Mari leaves her friends to get acquainted and goes up to the receptionist, to whom she apologizes for her actions again, and the receptionist replies with a laugh and a “honey, you just made my week, there's no need to apologize I should be thanking you” (she does thank Mari). Mari gets a special pass bc she’s the contest winner to which Lila and Alya (then the rest of the class for the most part) proceed to throw a hissy fit over. The receptionist is so over them though and doesn’t even blink. 

Then their tour guide shows up. (its Dick and his assistant Damian). Damian proceeds to scold the class for a solid ten mins (which coincidentally leads up to their scheduled time to start the tour). Dick slides off to talk to the receptionist and his brother who isn't working and is talking to real people for once. Just for that they are his favorite out of the class. Tim unfortunately has to go to work so they talk to Dick to get acquainted until the tour has to officially start. 

Los tres amigos are the only ones who pay attention to Dick at all (he leads the tour bc he’s been there the longest but Damian throws in a comment here or there mostly related to shenanigans his family has gotten into but overall useful facts. for example these windows are reinforced because our CEO (Tim) leaned up against one, fell asleep and fell through the window to the office below.)

The rest of the class is focused on Lila who is talking a whole bunch of nonsense about the Wayne family and how she has helped them with their business. Some things actually sound kinda legit, but Mari and Co. know that it is BS. Dick tries to bet bustier involved but she makes an excuse for Lila and goes on her phone and doesn’t really pay attention. 

Eventually the class tour turns into Dick talking to Mari, Chloe and Kagami while the class vaguely follows them. Damian doesn’t really say anything because he generally doesn’t do well talking to strangers and these girls seem ok and he is still insecure (not that he would ever admit it to anyone ) about social interaction now that he has figured out how people who weren’t raised as assassins act. That is until Dick starts talking about shenanigans that his brothers get into, and Damian jumps in correcting him because  I did not try to tackle Todd, Grayson I did tackle Todd quite successful and also Alfred won’t let you into the kitchen anymore because you almost burned down the east wing of the manor not  because he is territorial over the kitchen. And Mari hadn’t really paid attention to Damian until now but OH MY KAWAMI he is hot, and how did she talk so long to notice that. 

She ends up taking a pic of Damian without him noticing (he really doesn’t notice which is a feat in itself but Dick does and he will  be teasing Damian about it later bc obviously) and she texts it to Luka bc if she is going to freak out over his hotness she wants Luka to do so too. ( he sees the pic in the middle of recording and he ends up needing a water break bc gay panic and he really is extremely handsome. Recording gets delayed even longer bc jagged cannot pass up the opportunity to tease him son and he does so mercilessly and Mari totally knew what she was doing when she sent that picture) Luka ends up demanding that she gets Damians number or he will because that man is fine.  

Mari now knows that the stuttering idolization that she had with Adrien wasn’t really healthy and Luka likes to remind her all the time that she can be smooth when she wants to be (sometimes unintentionally but she practices on Luka because she loves to see him blush). Mari then makes it her mission to compliment Damian as much as possible so that it is crystal clear and very obvious that she is flirting with him. If he even shows a little discomfort in a negative I don’t like this kind of way she will stop because she will not make someone go through what she went through with Chat Noir and unwanted advances.

Chloe, Kagami and Dick immediately notice that she is flirting with Damian. Chloe takes a video for Luka bc she knows that he would want to see this and Dick takes a video for the Batfam gc. 

Just to be clear Mari and Luka have talked about seeing other people and maybe adding a third person to their relationship as long as they talk about it. that line of communication was opened when Mari sent a pic of Damian to Luka and when Luka asked for his number that was his “go ahead” for her to flirt with Damian. Lila doesn’t understand how that works and neither do the rest of the class so that is a point of contention between the class and Mari. She would NEVER cheat on Luka, she loves him and he is the most important person to her in the world. Something that Juleka understands (she just doesn’t like Mari bc of Lila she knows how polyamory works this is why her and Luka aren't as close as they used to be)

Moving on... the batfam gc blows up for a second time that day and so when the class goes to the cafeteria Tim just has to see this for himself. Mari tries not to be obnoxious in her flirting so she compliments Damians intelligence by asking him questions that weren't included in the tour, and she asks him about his interests and is like that must have taken a lot of time to perfect you must be very dedicated. Damian isn’t used to genuine compliments especially from strangers so he is very flustered by it but he makes no indication for her to stop. 

The day winds down and the class has some free time before they have to go to dinner but the do have to leave the tower. Mari does actually get Damians number (he thinks she must be very well trained to get his number that quick bc he refuses to accept that he gave it to her because he likes her) Mari promises to ft him later bc he promised to let her meet his dog and she doesn’t want to wait until the class has dinner at the manor to see Titus.

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Spring Anime 2021: Embarrassment of Riches

So this current anime season absolutely stinks, which just makes the last one look even more impressive. Well, maybe not all of it...

Zombieland Saga Revenge

First off, you don't need to tell me that the following is a severe outlier opinion. We good? Ok. ZLSR is, in a word, subpar. I liked S1 back in the day, but it was already in the process of getting lazy towards the end. S2 continues this trend and is basically just another idol show. And as someone who actually does watch other idol shows I have to say that it's not a particularly good one of those either. The zombie gimmick has mostly stopped mattering and we're just doing what every idol show does, only with the odd occasional sight gag. The alleged subversive qualities mostly amount to a flashback for Yuugiri, which is admittedly the best part of the show but feels like it barely has anything to do with anything. Apart from that, it's a bunch of generic idol plots, rehashed character beats, shoddy attempts at twists (while not connecting to any setups from S1), and the obligatory "idols give us hope" ending, which is terribly hackneyed and flat out bad. Tae gets further memed into the ground, because of course she does. And there's stuff that was simply never good to begin with, like Kotarou and his comedy schtick, which gets truly insufferable now that there's no qualities to distract from it. It really makes me think that S1 wasn't even all that good to begin with and seems like an attempt to turn this surprise success into an easy money longrunner with no edge and no ambitions. "The idol show for people who don't watch idol shows" indeed, but not the way you mean it. 4/10

Bakuten

But not to dwell on the failures, with the second show we're already above the cut — barely. This one got my attention with its really impressive performance scenes early on and it totally sticks to that, which is even more impressive. But besides that? Well, this is by far the most predictable show in a season where I watched an unambitious Kiraralike and put ZLS on blast for having no ideas. The characters are a mixed bag, some are cool (Shida, Asawo), some are very annoying (Mashiro), but those are the supports. The main cast is extremely one-dimensional, which is fine until they try to heap a ton of pathos on their lead, which doesn't go well. But I guess execution matters, and Bakuten is slick enough to get by. Writing this down in stark daylight I feel like I overrated this show somewhat (I actually put it over the next one originally, which definitely doesn't hold up when thinking about it), but I was indeed mostly entertained. 6/10

Yakunara Mug Cup mo

Yeah. Of course Mug Cup definitely doesn't invent or subvert anything either, but it's a pretty good Kiraralike that's always entertaining to watch. Explaining the qualities of such a nothing genre is as difficult as ever, but it mostly comes down to me liking the characters and it having nothing to annoy me. It's shorter than normal, which is a plus for slim shows like this. And yeah, you can make an excessive amount of dick jokes with the clay fondling. That helps too. Looks are just fine, pleasant but nothing out of the ordinary. Comfy low-effort anime. 6/10

Vivy: Fluorite Eye's Song

This one is decent, but sadly still a major letdown. Because the first few episodes of Vivy were excellent and kicked ass, but then it became increasingly clear that the writing can't cash the checks the ideas wrote while the action starts running into severely diminishing returns. Vivy just keeps slowly getting worse and worse as it goes on, not by a huge amount each episode but by the end there's a pretty sizeable gulf between potential and result. Going into detail would probably be a little much for this venue because there's a lot, but from the top level view the issue is that while Vivy has good fundamental ideas and steals at the right places, it just isn't a smart show — it's schlock, and by the end, poorly thought out schlock that tries to smooth out every problem with liberal application of the big feels hammer and le epic twist at that. Yeah, couldn't tell that the Re:Zero dude was aboard here, for sure. That said, it still works pretty well as entertaining schlock that is not to be taken too seriously, and the characters are generally just very fun to watch even when they're doing stupid things. Still, I can't in good conscience rate this higher than Beatless, a show that looks like butt but properly executes on its ideas. 6/10

Super Cub

So this is 100% a Honda commercial, and I got really mad a Yuru Camp last season for being a blatant shill. Yet I'm feeling this, what gives? I think the main difference is that Super Cub is specifically a commercial for one product (and a very iconic product at that), while Yuru Camp is so all over the place that it ends up mostly a commercial for consumerism in general. And when Super Cub goes too hard on the product (which it does), it's at least pretty entertaining. That's something about Super Cub in general: It goes hard. Your regular Kiraralike this is not, because it's uncommonly slow, focused and moody - yes, it almost measures up to Yuru Camp at its best and demolishes it at its worst. Also, it's just extremely amusing to see sadblob Koguma grow a huge grizzly biker beard and become a badass outlaw dad to her goofy wife and cute daughter, all thanks to the power of afforable personal transportation. Needless to say, that can get unintentionally silly, but Super Cub has so much charm that it doesn't matter — it's great when it's good and still funny when it's not. 7/10

Shadows House

Shadows House turned up with a lot of potential, and I have to say it at least delivered on most of it. It has some problems; notably I'm not a fan of how the entire middle turned out to be a tournament arc of sorts that seems curiously inspired by Resident Evil memes, crest-shaped intentations and boulder punching included. I also think that this is a show that would be perfectly fine without explaining much, but I guess it is a shounen manga after all so we got dumped on eventually anyway. At least that came late - close relative Promised Neverland didn't show that much restraint. Shadows House is generally well written though, with great characters, interesting interactions and a great hook. But what really makes it memorable is that it's exceptionally good at the cute/creepy contrast, something that is often tried but rarely works as well as here, with great character designs and very appropriate production. I hope this gets a sequel, because it seems like it's just getting started. 7/10

SSSS.Dynazenon

Coming in with a fondness for Gridman, Dynazenon didn't have to do much to convince me. The surprise though is that it's not a rehash even if it's basically the same show, a character drama where occasionally huge and goofy fights break out. Dynazenon is Gridman done better, and the interesting part is how it accomplishes this - mainly by being far more conventional. I do appreciate that Gridman went for something weird and almost experimental, but that only really paid off towards the end while most of the show was a distraction/holding pattern. It just didn't feel like there was enough material for a full series there, more like a movie maybe, if even that. Dynazenon fixes this by just being a TV show, with an actual cast of characters that each have their own arc. And by spreading the material this way, Dynazenon ends up having a lot more nuance than its intensely focused predecessor, while having the same themes and not actually being any deeper. In a way, Gridman ends up looking like the spinoff in retrospect, while Dynazenon is the full package. 8/10

Thunderbolt Fantasy S3

So how good was this season? So good that Thunderbolt Fantasy doesn't end up at the top, that's how. And all the elements that made Tbolt such a sure thing are still there, big hammy puppets doing stunts and scheming never gets old. However, I do have to note that at this point, the writing appears to have gotten too comfortable. I don't expect it to ever top the amazing S1 ending, but at this point it's like Tbolt has stopped trying to deliver on endings at all and seems in the process of retooling itself into a longrunner instead. Barely anything gets resolved in S3 (the climax is that the climax of S2 is resolved again, for good this time... maybe), and everything else is just setting up plotpoints for the next season. Tbolt is truly lucky that it doesn't actually need to resolve anything to be a great time, but at this point I have to say that I'd appreciate it if they wrapped it up with S4. 8/10

Nomad: Megalobox 2

Speaking of sequels to shows I liked, Nomad doesn't so much improve upon its predecessor but steamrolls right over it. This is a tall order, since Megalobox was surprisingly good for a sports shounen and had a real nice, heartwarming ending that Nomad instantly negates for purposes of drama and everyone being extremely miserable. That sounds like a pretty terrible idea - and it would be, if Nomad wasn't as excellent as it is. To call it not the same show would be an understatement, because it's a true sequel, not just the same characters doing their thing some more, or new characters doing the same thing as the old ones did. Indeed my biggest problem with Megalobox was that it still closely adhered to its genre template and was very predictable; Nomad fixes this issue thoroughly. Nomad is about questioning what being a hotblooded shounen protagonist eventually leads you to, and how to fix everything you screwed up by being one. You could call it a deconstruction, but that term has been so abused for cynical, edgy "thing you like actually sucks" takes that I feel like it doesn't really fit here. Nomad isn't cynical at all, it's just a character drama about some boxers past their prime, and it being a sequel to a show that is indeed rather formulaic just enhances the experience. My biggest issue with it was that I really like what they did with Joe in this story, so the big focus on Mac's backstory felt like a distraction for a long time. But in the end that turned out to be absolutely necessary to make the ending work. The ending's just great, by the way, and I shall say not more about it. 9/10

Odd Taxi

Yeah boy, here's the show that has apparently become somewhat of a "greatest show you didn't watch" meme, which I can feel smug about because I don't need YouTubers to tell me what's good and followed this from day one. Anyway, Odd Taxi is indeed great, the greatest show in a few years even. What starts out as seemingly a relaxed hangout show in the vein of Midnight Diners quickly turns into a psychological murder mystery while never losing its quirky humor. The character writing is outstanding, with even small bit players being on a level that the average anime wishes it could have for leads. And the rollout of the mystery is exemplary, with answers given and new questions raised every episode with a satisfying and logical payoff in the end. This is also the rare anime that has rock solid production from the first to the last second; it's never really flashy but excellently done and highly consistent nonetheless. And the music just owns. I have a few complaints, mainly that there's a few logical weaknesses in the story (which wouldn't even register in a lesser show, but sticks out here since the rest is so immaculately constructed) and that the ending overextends on the emotions when the rest of the show is so reserved and dry in comparison. But those are only the reasons why I didn't give it perfect marks, and I almost did that anyway. 9/10

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A Mondo Owada/Kazuichi Soda Fic

Monday: Flowers, Festival, Fireworks

Summary: Mondo has a special plan for the school festival, and only the best mechanic in town can help him.

Kazuichi Soda’s heart sank when he heard some rumbling down the street. He only worked the shop for a few hours after school, but it was always this last hour that had all the worst customers. When he finally saw a Kawasaki motorcycle pull into the shop’s parking lot, he knew he’d landed a last-minute headache. It was mostly the heinous pompadour on the driver. 

Man, ever since I dyed my hair pink I’ve gotten nothing but punks hanging around me at school. Now I gotta deal with em here, too?

Kazuichi grumbled in his head. He’d seen biker gang-types at school before, but he’d done his best to keep his distance. 

People like that...can’t be trusted.

Not wanting to interact any more than necessary, Kazuichi went back to his tinkering and waited for his latest headache to walk into the office next door and order properly. His dad could handle all of the talking. 

Mondo Owada pulled up and parked just outside of the shop. Seeing someone working in the shade of the garage, Mondo took two steps away from his bike before squinting to see inside. He could tell someone was there, but they kept working, instead of greeting him. Instead of looking around for an attendant or sign, Mondo shouted across the parking lot. “HEY ASSHOLE, DOES KAZUICHI SODA WORK HERE?”

Kazuichi jumped at the sudden mention of his name. He started to duck under his work bench, but his hand caught a wrench sitting on top. His head tucked under the top of the bench just in time for the wrench to tip off the edge and onto his head with a light, but dense *thwack.*

"Ow!" whined Kazuichi, standing back up and rubbing his head involuntarily. "Who… who wants to know?"

Mondo had wandered a bit closer by now, and could finally make out the mechanic's face under the shade. "Mondo Owada, and what do you mean who wants to…Oh hey, there you are, you son of a bitch! Pink hair, just like they said," Mondo chuckled. "I've been looking all over for you, you little shit."

Kazuichi picked up his assailant wrench and started fidgeting with some metal pieces strewn about his workspace. He was trying not to make eye contact until he could figure out if he was relieved the larger boy was happy to see him or threatened by his abrasive way of talking. "Look man, I don't know who sent you my way, but my dad handles the orders in the office next door. If you got something you need, take it up with him."

"No man, my business is with you. Special order. My buddies told me no grease monkey in town would take this job, expect you. Sounds to me like you've got what I need. So hear me out, man."

Here we go, another punk buttering me up so he can ask whatever he wants of me. I'll probably say yes too, damn it.

Kazuichi tried to stay focused on the *very important* scraps in front of him. He'd have an easier time keeping his nerve if he didn't look the biker in his eyes. They were...a little distracting. And intense, definitely mostly just intense. "Come on man, not like I don’t have my hands full already, you know?” But the mechanic knew it didn't matter. It’s not like he was going to risk a black eye over one job, and with a sigh, Kazuichi caved. “Alright fine, what do you want? Illegal rewiring or something?"

"No, what? I want rockets on my bike, man."

Kazuichi felt those words fly through his skull and come right out the other side. “Wait, what did you just say,” the boy stammered, barely able to contain his optimism.

“Jesus Christ, I said ‘rockets,’ man. Like fireworks? I’m trying to plan a stunt for fuck’s sake. And I heard you were the guy to go to.”

The young mechanic started seeing stars, and briefly questioned how hard he’d hit his head. “A, a motorcycle stunt?! With fireworks?! That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever heard of!”

The neat but snaggle-toothed grin from the mechanic gave Mondo a pause, before he shot back with a smile of his own. “Well I’ll be damned, so you do have what I need. With a crazy bastard like you with me, I might just pull this off!”

“Yeah, yeah! I can totally think of some ways to rig up some extra gadgets on that ride. This is gonna be so...what, exactly?” The mental image of the muscular biker riding through the sky with streamers and colored smoke trails had become so vivid in the boy’s mind, he’d almost forgotten how little he knew about this plan he was agreeing to. “Sorry, guess I got a little carried away. What’s this all for?”

“You don’t know, man? We go to the same school right?” Mondo shook his head, then sat in an empty stool across from Kazuichi’s workbench. If he was going to have to explain all this, he was going to be comfy. “It’s for the school’s fireworks event in a few weeks. This dipshit in my class got put in charge of the show this year, but he’s got a giant stick up his ass. Said something about how we couldn’t set off anything that was against school regulations. So I say ‘Fuck that.’ If he’s not going to put on a decent show, I’ll do it my-fucking-self. So, are you going to help me, or am I just wasting my fucking time?”

“Are you kidding me? That sounds awesome! No one’s ever asked me to put rockets on something before. Last time I did that, I got smacked for messing with the school’s field striper.”

“That was you? Oh man, that shit was fucking hilarious! All those assholes in the field, running after it and shit? You’re a fucking genius, you goddamn weasel!”

Kazuichi broke eye contact again. This guy had some nerve bringing up one of his mess-ups like that and being so...nice about it. “Well it wasn’t supposed to do that. Not exactly like that anyway. I wasn’t finished yet, okay!”

“Well, I’ll come by a lot to see how it’s going, so there won’t be any doubt from me on how you’re doing,” Mondo said, getting off of the workshop stool he’d helped himself to.

“What, are you nervous I’m going to mess up your bike or something? I know what I’m doing, man! I’m not just some dipshit, you know!”

“No duh, dipshit,” Mondo retorted as he put his hands on his hips, “you wouldn’t be going near my bike if I didn’t think you knew what you were doing. Why do you think I’m all the way out here, talking to your grease-monkey ass? I’m just pumped up, that's all. Shit’s gonna be awesome, you know?”

Does this guy...believe in me? I haven’t even done anything yet, and he’s already excited for my work?

Kazuichi couldn’t help but second-guess his suspicious first impression of the loud, vulgar boy. He was very used to being asked to make and do all kinds of things. But any time he can remember doing something for his father or ex-best friend, any praise for him came much later, much milder, or not at all. “Yeah, you’re right. You’re right! This is gonna be totally awesome! Leave it to me, Mondo!”

Kazuichi stepped out from behind his workbench and stepped closer to Mondo, offering his hand to the other boy. Mondo reciprocated with a smile, and the two boys shook hands enthusiastically. When they stopped shaking, Mondo said, “I can’t wait to see the look on that asshole’s face when we kick the shit out of his lame-ass fireworks show. You’re gonna come with me and watch, right?”

“Of course! No way I’d miss a stunt like that! I gotta make sure it goes off without a hitch.”

“Alright, it’s a promise then!"

With that Kazuichi slunk behind his table again, ready to resume work. To his surprise, Mondo made himself at home on the same stool, rather than making his way out.

After a brief lull in the conversation, Mondo spoke up. "So...uh… what kind of rockets were you thinking? Cuz I got some guys under me that could get us some pretty crazy shit."

"Yeah, you got it!"

"Oh, uh… I'm not quite sure. Honestly I've got some projects to get to before I can work on your bike. You might wanna bring it by tomorrow. I’ll come up with something by then." Kazuichi was a little nervous to be put on the spot, but he wasn't lying. While much of what he'd been nervously tinkering with was junk, he had a pretty sizable to-do list on his clipboard, and only an hour before he'd be reporting in with his dad.

Mondo scratched at the back of his head and said, with less fire than before, “Yeah alright, I’ll get out of your hair then. I’ll see you tomorrow. This Summer Festival is gonna be fucking awesome though!”

“S-Summer Festival?! Wait, your stunt is for the Summer Festival?” Kazuichi began nervously clawing at his beanie. This new realization might have hit his head harder than the wrench did moments ago. 

“Yeah, no shit man. What other school event would have fucking fireworks at it? You seriously just now put that shit together?”

“I usually skip school events, so I wasn’t really paying attention to the schedule. But I had plans for this one. I was going to ask Miss Sonia to go with me...” He hadn’t thought about her in a little while, but with how busy he was about to be, the thought of asking the Ultimate Princess out seemed more daunting than normal.

Mondo had been chuckling at the mechanic losing his cool over a silly mistake, but he wasn’t laughing at this. “Fuck that, man. You should’ve thought of that before you made a promise to me. Tell your girlfriend you’ll catch up with her later or something, I don’t fucking care.” 

Kazuichi felt all of the anxiety pooling in his stomach rise up at this comment. He snapped back at his new friend, “Miss Sonia’s not my girlfriend, okay?! That festival was gonna be our first date, you know? If she...had time...and wanted to go...with me.”

Kazuichi thought he heard Mondo soften his tone just a little as he scolded back, “Look man, if it means that much to you, fine. Ask this girl out if you think you’ve got a chance... I won’t make you go with me if you don’t want to. But don’t fucking promise that quickly like it’s not a big deal, got it?”

The biker’s words hit surprisingly hard when he lowered his voice. Kazuichi muttered remorsefully, his guilt growing. “Look man, it’s not that I don’t care about giving my word or some shit like that. I just...this could be my big chance! A big festival with an awesome fireworks show *I* helped make? This might finally be my big break! She might actually say ‘yes’ this time!” The mechanic did his best to sound optimistic, but... 

God, it sounds so fuckin’ pathetic when I say it out loud.

But what sympathy Mondo had burned away quickly. He leaned forward in his stool and fired off, incredulously, “what the fuck do you mean, ‘this time?’ You mean you already struck out? How many times have you asked this chick out?”

“I don’t know! You think I’d keep track of something like that? Geez, are you trying to make me depressed?”

“Like hell you don’t know! I’ve struck out the past eight fucking times I asked someone out! But you better believe they were eight different people!” 

...people? What’s this guy implying? And what’s his problem, anyway?

“Look Mondo, I just...only have eyes for Miss Sonia. I haven’t fallen for any other girls...er...people, since I first saw her. And besides, she could change her mind, right? You can’t say she won’t!”

“It doesn’t matter if she changes her mind, you dipshit. If she said ‘no,’ there’s your answer. Fucking done. If she has second-thoughts later, that’s her fucking business. Leave her alone man. Go find someone else.”

That’s it? Just give the fuck up?

The mechanic was indignant. “Hey man, she’s not just some school girl, she’s a fucking princess! I’d never find someone like her if I gave up now!”

“I don’t care if she’s a princess or the goddamn Prime Minister! She’s a girl who’s not. Fucking. Into you. Jesus man, have a little self-respect! You’re the most capable mechanic in this city and you’re a fucking high school student! You’ve got the second-in-command of the largest biker gang in history asking around town for your mom-and-pop bike shop. You’re seriously gonna grovel on the ground like a fucking pig for people that don’t even like you? Do you wanna feel like a useless piece of shit? Because I can stomp you into the fucking ground if that’s how you wanna feel.” Mondo sounded angry now, and a little hurt. But he didn’t move toward the mechanic. He just burned his stare into the other boy’s eyes.

The gangster was more intimidating now than he had been the entire time he’d been in Kazuichi’s garage, but just this once, Kazuichi kept Mondo’s intense stare. He didn’t know what to say right away. 

I just met this guy today, and he’s gonna act like he knows me so well? He’s just another asshole here to kick me while I’m down.

But that feeling didn’t stick. It couldn’t stick. The biker had been loud. He’d been vulgar and aggressive and pushy. But he’d...believed in Kazuichi. Seen him as more than a fuck-up, more than a punk, more than...a pig. 

He said he wants to go with me. When has anyone wanted me around, when nothing else needed to be built? Who else has liked me for what I liked or what I was passionate about?

When he did manage to speak, he finally broke Mondo’s stare and looked down at his tools. “What am I...doing, man? You came into my garage, what, twenty minutes ago? And you can already say shit like that to me? How am I supposed to handle another two weeks of you cutting me to my core like that, huh?”

Mondo was ready to snap back, but the slight vulnerability and joking tone of Kazuichi’s words made him rethink speaking too quickly. But eventually he did speak, and his tone hummed with the smile he was forming. “Well, if you can learn to quit being a dipshit, I’ve got no problem easing off of you. You’ve got a lot of good to you, Kazuichi. When you’re not being a dumbass.”

“Well, you’ve got two weeks to help me work on it. Guess it’ll be payback for this special order of yours. And then...we’ll show that festival what the hell the two of us can do.”

“You got yourself a fucking deal, Soda.”

It was a deal neither boy needed to shake hands on or promise to keep.

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My first prompt to you! Um um okay -thinks- OH, uh, if you'd like, Coldflash, biker gang!au? 50s, modern, or futuristic! Up to you ^-^ Maybe they're in opposing gangs and form an alliance? Maybe Barry's their science guy who Len takes an interest in? Maybe Barry's a new meta that the Rogues gang take an interest in recruiting? -flails- I dunnoooo >.

Ha. Ha. OMG, so this has apparently been sitting in my askbox for two years I’M SO SORRY.

Do I have more prompts that are two years or older? Yes. Yes, I do. I’m trying, guys.

For now, I hope you all enjoy this one! Welcome to a No Powers AU where motorcycles are only mentioned sparingly, and everything is PG. ^^; (Also on AO3)

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Everyone in Central City knew to leave the Rogues out of the races. They were intense, unpredictable, and you were more likely to crash your bike trying to avoid their stunts than lose the pink slip fair and square. They brought too much attention to the scene. 

Even Cisco agreed, and he was so into Lisa that aliens could see it from space.

Despite the unanimous exclusion, Barry wasn't entirely surprised when the Rogues showed up at the Friday races anyway. "Told you they wouldn't stick to the ban," Oliver murmured.

Barry shrugged. "The Lian Yu team didn't like it either, but they learned." 

He folded his arms over his chest and cocked his head to the side as he counted them. Lisa, of course, with an uncustomary sulk on her narrow, gorgeous face; Mardon, easily recognizable with his visor popped up; Rosa Dillon, popping gum loudly as she inspected her nails.

Sara swaggered up to Barry and stood at Oliver's side. "You want me to take care of them?"

Barry shook his head. "No. They're a Central group. They'd be offended if outsiders read them the rulesheet."

Sara snorted and rolled her eyes. "Territorial bastards, all of you."

Barry laughed and ran his hand through his hair. "We're not all that bad. Square up. We're doing this the right way." 

The three of them gathered together in a triangle, and Sara said, "On three. One. Two. Three."

Oliver beat Barry's paper with scissors, and Barry scowled good-naturedly as he turned to Sara for the second round and lost again, rock to paper.

"Cheer up, kiddo," Sara said, reaching up on tiptoes to ruffle Barry's hair. "They wouldn't have wanted us to be the ones to send them away."

Barry sighed and turned to the Rogues, who—bizarrely—had stayed back patiently, as if they were waiting for someone.

Barry straightened his shoulders, took a deep breath, and walked toward Lisa. "We don't want any trouble with you."

"If it were up to me, we wouldn't be here." Lisa folded her arms over her chest, her glare intensifying.

Barry folded his arms over his chest. "It's not up to you?"

The sound of an engine cut through the air, and he turned to meet the newcomer—his bike was a gorgeous and sleek Ducati, painted in blues and silvers. Barry was impressed despite himself. Whoever the newcomer was sure had a sense of style.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Lisa's scowl morph into an amused grin, and then the new rider kicked the stand down and pulled off their helmet. 

Barry's breath caught in his throat. He was frozen, catapulted instantly back to the past, where he was fifteen and everything he wanted was encapsulated in the man next door who always had motorcycle grease on his hands.

His palms were sweaty. He wasn't even wearing his good jeans, and he was going to kill Lisa.

"Hey, Lenny." Barry's voice was weak and thready, but he didn't even care, butterflies coming to life in his stomach with a surge of nerves. The narrow blue hazel eyes. The smirk. Oh, god, he'd started going silver.

Leonard gave Barry a slow once over, and Barry gravitated a step or two closer. "It's been a minute, kid."

Barry licked his lips, his heart pounding like a drum. "Yeah, it's… I didn't even know you were back."

"Trainwreck's been blowing up my phone over this racing gig you've got going on. Thought I'd come see what the excitement was all about." He got off his bike and dangled his helmet off one of the handlebars before he turned his attention back to Barry. He stepped closer, and his voice was low in a way that sent shivers down Barry's spine when he spoke again. "Maybe you and I can come to an arrangement."

Barry jerked his head to point out Oliver and Sara. "The arrangement has to make sense to them, too."

Leonard shot them a dismissive glance and fastened his attention back on Barry. "Let 'em race. I'll keep them under control, and anyone who gets too frisky is out. Cross my heart." He drew an X over his heart and smiled, the slow curl of his lips leaving Barry reeling.

Without a word, Barry turned on his heel and walked back over to Oliver and Sara. 

"Rawr." Sara arched her eyebrow. "You okay there, Barry? You look like you've been hit by a truck."

"Whatever he said to you, the answer's no." Oliver said, crossing his arms over his chest and glowering past Barry.

Barry gathered himself together with a small shake of his head. "He said that if we let them race, he'll keep them following the rules. He'll take care of anyone who doesn't."

"And you believe him?" Sara asked.

Barry nodded. "Lisa and Len were my neighbors growing up. Lisa's a bit out there, but Len kind of keeps her under control. Mostly."

"Mostly." Oliver frowned. "Yeah, that's exactly what I like to hear about the group that almost got us all arrested."

"I trust him, Ollie," Barry said firmly, narrowing his eyes. "I mean, yeah, chances are Lisa dragged him back to Central because I'm more likely to listen to him, but it'll backfire. She hates being under his thumb."

"That'll be interesting," Sara said, shooting another look toward the Rogues.

"Fine," Oliver spat. "Fine. But only because I trust you." Barry beamed at Oliver, who scowled for good measure and turned back to his bike. 

Now that they all agreed, Barry went back to Len. "Okay. They can rejoin. Keep your promise, or they'll be ejected permanently this time."

Axel whooped, punching Mark's shoulder in excitement, and Lisa shook her head, sauntering up to Len's side. "Guess I should've pulled out the big guns months ago."

Barry pursed his lips as he looked at Lisa, but he couldn't find anything else to say, so he just shook his head. "No funny business this time, okay?"

Lisa smiled another one of her enigmatic smiles, and then turned back to the other Rogues. "We're free to mingle, ladies and gentlemen. Have fun, and remember to behave."

It was going to be a disaster.

Barry sighed softly to himself and headed back to his own bike. It took a second for him to realize that Len was walking along with him. Barry turned just enough to see Len without stopping. "Are you racing?"

"Depends," Len said easily, giving Barry that crooked smile that he loved way too much. "Is the Scarlet Speedster going to be on the track?"

"Ugh, you've heard that one, too?"

Len shrugged. "I like the alliteration."

"Well, the answer is no," Barry said firmly. "Not tonight, at least." He steered them away from the noise of the crowd as the races began in earnest, and stole another look. "How long are you staying?"

"Haven't decided yet. 'M staying long enough to make Lisa regret asking me to come back." They laughed together at that, and then fell quiet, watching as Shawna won her race against Zari. Len cleared his throat, and Barry startled, embarrassed that he was so hyper aware of Len, even after all these years. "Lisa told me you went to college in Keystone."

"Uh. Yeah. Aced my classes, too."

"Should I be hurt that you didn't visit me?"

Barry rubbed his hand over his face. Fifteen minutes, and Len was already pulling out all the embarrassing feelings he'd had when he was sixteen. His flustered, agitated longing. He stole another look at Len and promptly flushed when he realized Len was looking at him. 

"You know why," he whispered. "You know why I didn't visit."

Len stared at Barry for another long minute, and then nodded once, short and sharp. "Okay."

"Okay," Barry echoed, although he didn't really know what okay was in this context. "Great. It's been nice seeing you again."

"Are you still living with the Wests?"

Barry startled again and fought the urge to just throw up his hands and walk away. This was stupid. He was stupid. He was supposed to be done with this a decade ago, and it was freaking impossible, how Leonard Snart just breezed into his life and made him a skittish teenager all over again. "No, I've… I've got my own place."

Len nodded again, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "Do you remember the stink eye Joe used to give Lisa when I brought her over to play with you and Iris?"

"No," Barry said honestly. "Joe was never the one I was looking at."

Len swallowed and looked down at his feet. "Barry, I—"

"Can we just—not do this now?" Barry interrupted, running his hand through his hair as he looked away, toward the next race that was setting up. "I'm embarrassed and we're in public, and I don't want to talk about anything tonight."

"Okay," Len agreed, and Barry was grateful that he could at least follow the flow of his thoughts this time. "Give me your address, and I'll come around. Wednesday, maybe?"

Something blue-screened in Barry's head, and he heard himself say, "Sure. Bring dinner. Pizza or something."

Leonard shot him a cautious—almost grateful?—look and nodded. "I can do that. Wednesday, then."

There was a low droning in Barry's ears as he held out his hand for Len's cell and accessed his contacts. It grew into static when Barry realized Len still had his old number programmed, and he wondered with a brief flash of alarm if he was just going to have a panic attack right here.

Somehow, shockingly, he managed to give Len his phone back and then walked away, toward the other side of the long stretch of road they currently occupied, all like he was a perfectly normal person who knew where his body was. Someone handed him a beer, and he twisted the top off, staring at Len from a distance. His focus was intent on the current race, and Barry struggled to take a calm breath.

"He could pick me up without breaking a sweat," he breathed.

"You better believe it," Lisa said with a laugh, and Barry jolted back to himself in surprise. "You're still a beanpole, honey."

"I can't believe you told him to come back, Lise. He should've had nothing to do with this."

Lisa pouted, twirling her long, dark hair around her finger. "Can't a girl feel bad? It's an apology."

Barry turned to face her, a frown pulling at his mouth. "It's a fucking mind game, and I don't appreciate it."

Lisa dropped the pout. "Maybe I want you guys to be happy together. Ever think of that?"

Barry raked his hand through his hair. "If you brought him back just for me, I'd say you're crueler than I thought you were."

Lisa raised her hand to his shoulder, pausing when he shrugged her off before she even touched him. "Barr, listen—"

"I'm fresh out of ears tonight," Barry admitted. "I'm going to head home. Just… please. Stop trying to help me, okay?"

Lisa's mouth twisted into another small pout, but she nodded and stepped away.

Barry caught Oliver''s eye and silently let him know he was going, and then he went to his bike, unclipping his helmet and straddling the seat with a surge of relief. There was nothing like being on his Triumph—maybe some time out on the road would help clear his head.

He revved the engine once and spun around to face the road. Another second, and it was just him and his bike and the asphalt beneath his wheels.

No Leonard Snart needed. 

~*~

Come Wednesday, of course, he was a wreck.

Barry woke up too early, a headache pounding in his temples and a message from STAR Labs about one of the laboratory samples he'd processed the day before. Running into work at least shifted his anxiety from Len into a more tolerable work anxiety, and he was able to focus on the lab's backlog of testing samples.

Around six, he got his first text from Len, a simple: Name the time and your pizza toppings.

He needed time to get home and take a shower, and he was about to ask for pepperoni when it occurred to him that it was pork. 8pm and a veggie lovers?

You remembered. :)

Barry took a deep breath and pressed the phone to his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut. That little smiley face was going to end him. 

Of course. See u later.

Concentration thoroughly shot, Barry turned to some paperwork that needed to be filed and used the rest of his shift to get caught up. He skipped out a little early so he could take a shower before Len came over, and then burned some of his restless energy by picking up around his apartment.

At 8pm exactly, there was a knock on the door. Barry counted to five so he didn't seem so eager, and then answered it. Len was dressed down, in dark jeans and one of those moisture-wick long-sleeved shirts, and a chill of sheer want raced down Barry's spine. Just as Len promised, he was balancing a pizza box and a six pack of beer in his hands.

"Hey," Barry said, like he wasn't falling apart at the seams just from seeing Len again.

"Hey." The corner of Len's mouth curled, and Barry stepped aside to let him in.

"I'll get plates," he said unnecessarily, and he stole a minute to get himself under control as he got plates and napkins. "Get it together, Barry. You can spend one night catching up with him."

Hardly satisfied, Barry grabbed everything and headed back into the living room.

The first few minutes were quiet as they got their food and drinks and started in. Barry was trying to avoid looking at Len without looking like he was trying to avoid looking at Len, and he wasn't entirely sure how successful he was.

After two slices of pizza were eaten in the awkward silence, Len cleared his throat. "What is it that the Central City Citizens do?"

Barry grinned, relaxing against the couch as Len brought up a safe topic. "We do coast to coast drives, some charity. I really want to become a local chapter of BACA, but we have to ride with them for a year before they'll consider us."

Something in Len's face lightened as Barry talked, and he looked down at his plate, fiddling with a bit of leftover crust. "So you don't participate in turf wars."

Barry rolled his eyes. "Len. Of course I don't. We have a zero tolerance policy on drug running and murder. The Rogues even mostly agreed. The races we have aren't exactly legal, although it's a good way to blow off steam and kind of have fun together."

Len nodded, setting his plate on the coffee table and turning his full attention back on Barry. "What got them pushed to the sidelines?"

Barry set his plate down and mirrored Len's position, resting his arm on the armrest of the couch as he curled his foot beneath him. "They're thieves and sometimes they make bad decisions that reflect on the rest of us. Mark and Axel decided to rob a bank and go on a high speed joy ride. Got the attention of the CCPD, and then led them almost directly to the rest of us."

Len frowned. "Looks like they aren't serving any time."

Barry shook his head. "Lise has contacts with some lawyers around town. She got it thrown out of court on a technicality. Which, fine, I don't have any hard feelings. But I will stop their behavior from jeopardizing the rest of us."

Len smiled again and nodded in agreement. "I'm proud of you, kid."

"I'm not a kid," Barry said fiercely, meeting Len's eyes. "And I didn't do it for you."

"Touche." Len cocked his head, turning on the laser-focus that Barry had sometimes envied when it wasn't directly pointed at him. "How are you, Barry?"

"I'm fine." Barry met Len's gaze straight on—he wasn't a child anymore, and he wasn't afraid of looking at someone just because he was attracted to them. "Iris is a reporter now. Lisa still comes over for Sunday dinner at the West house. You're the one who left."

"I didn't leave because of you—"

"It sure felt like it!" And there it was, the hurt and embarrassment bubbling to the surface like a lanced wound, the way it always did when he thought of Leonard. "I told you how I felt, and you were practically gone in a week."

Len sighed. "It was bad timing, but I can't say I was sorry about the way things worked out. You were sixteen. What was I supposed to do?"

Barry bolted to his feet. "I love you!" The words dropped like stones between them, leaving ripples of shock in their wake. "Loved." Barry's voice cracked, and he desperately hoped that lightning would just strike him dead where he stood. "I loved you. You could have at least said goodbye. I'd earned that, at least."

Len looked away from Barry, staring at the carpet with a distant, thoughtful look in his eye. "You're right. You did. I'm not perfect, Barry. Sometimes people just screw up."

Barry sighed and turned away from Len, crossing his arms over his chest. "I thought I was over it. That I was over you. And you just waltz back in and turn me inside out like it's nothing."

"It's not nothing." The couch creaked as Len stood, and he took hold of Barry's elbow, turning him around with a gentle touch. His eyes were so dark. 

Barry swallowed and struggled to find his courage. "Don't look at me like that. Not unless you're going to do something about it."

Len stared at Barry and raised his hand, brushing his fingertips against Barry's cheek. It sent shivers racing down his neck, goosebumps rising against his skin. "You're always so impatient."

"I know," Barry admitted. "It's something I've been trying to work on." His fingers twitched at his side. "And maybe there's nothing between us. Maybe it's all been built up in my head for so long that real life can't possibly match up—"

Len pressed his fingers to Barry's mouth, halting the flow of words. "I'm going to kiss you now, if that's okay."

Barry responded by stepping into Len's space, curling his fingers around Len's shoulders and pulling him in. It shouldn't have been good—their lips met a little off center, and Len tasted like pizza and beer, but then Len's hand settled into a solid weight against the small of Barry's back, drawing him in, and the heat of Len's body soaked into Barry in a way that made him want to melt.

Len pulled away first, and Barry licked his lips, dropping his head to Len's shoulder in defeat. "Shit," he said wretchedly.

"What?" Len asked, cupping his hand over Barry's nape and stroking the sensitive skin with his thumb.

"I'm so into you," Barry confessed, and he startled when Len began to laugh.

"Really?" Len's voice was rich with warmth and surprise. "When were you going to tell me? I had no idea."

"I can't believe you're mocking me!" Barry protested, raising his head to glare at Len, who pulled him in and pressed a gentle kiss to Barry's jaw that made him melt again. "You're not fair." He turned his face to try to steal another kiss, and paused. "We can't tell Lisa about this."

"We'll play it cool," Len agreed. "It'll drive her crazy."

Barry stepped away and looked earnestly at Len. "I'll slow down. I'll wait until you're comfortable."

Len averted his eyes, his gaze skittering over the coffee table. "I ain't Grandma Esther's china, Barry."

Barry laughed, soft and embarrassed. "Okay. I take your point. Let me put it this way instead. The Diamonds are playing against the Starlings tonight. Do you want to stay and watch?"

Len smiled, so fast Barry would've missed it if he hadn't been watching like a hawk, and nodded. "Sounds good."

"Just so you know," Barry said as they settled back against the sofa and he turned the TV on, "they're going to get absolutely dusted."

Len shot him a glower. "Those are fighting words. You wanna go?"

Barry smiled until Len turned his attention toward the game. A warm, fizzy sort of hope bubbled in his chest. Maybe this time, he'd be lucky.

~*~

[devintrinidad]

I haven't watched it Akadama Drive the way through. But I have seen a lot of it. It's almost too gorey for me. But the visuals are a real treat and it definitely has the cyberpunk cool factor down. Swindler was a great main character! (I never shipped her with Cutthroat. I knew the psychopath was that. A psychopath and I bet he was going to turn on them at anytime. And he did! Never be distracted by the childish antics pretty boy serial killers!). 

I'm interested in the future of AD. I heard the last episode was getting a special Directors cut including a alternative ending. I also heard the AD creators were happy to hear AD is doing well in the west so fans are wondering if that means their hoping to make a S2? I don't keep up with AD news so I'm not sure if that's their intention or not. But I did hear a fan theory that S2 could be about the bad guys using technology to bring at least of the main characters back to life (considering Swindler had a religious themed death and both her and Courier's bodies could easily be recovered. Plus revival through tech is such a Cyberpunk staple) because Brother and Sister are still targets and they were would where to look for them. 

So maybe AD still has a bright future ahead with more content to explore the world (I honestly think Hacker could easily be a main character in any sequal). 

Onto the CAW/AD verse.

I could totally see 3803 being this epic biker chick.... Who gets lost easily. But because she does all these crazy stunts, her enemies (who don't know her yet) think she's planning everything to confuse them. X D 

I could see 1146's akudama name being Bodyguard. Because when he's not acting like one for 3803 and Platelet. He's taking up bodyguard jobs for anyone who needs them. For the right price and reason. If you're a scumbag who hurts innocent people, he'll kill you on the spot. But be nice enough to return the moneyto your corpse. Unless 3803 or Platelet needs something, then he'll strip you of all your dough and leave you penniless. He has a very ruthless rep. But he's so good at what he does, his help is in high demand. Ecspecially for someone who needs a bodyguard they can trust (and they know they aren't or won't act like scum around him to earn his wrath). He's fine with helping criminals. Just not ones who do a lot of harm to innocents or are involved in nasty business like trafficking or something.

Story wise things change up.

The way I see things here is that Cancer is the one secretly in charge and why things are so wrong. He's this absolute monster of a human being who gained immortality hundreds of years ago. He went nuts and caused wars and blew up the moon. He wants all the power and has created societies in his own twisted corrupted image (basically his dream in canon coming true here). But he's noticed after awhile things always go bad under his leadership and nearly everything dies. Instead of starting over again and again. He's decides to find a way to force everyone to become immortal like him so that even if they're killed. They'll have no choice but to come back to life like he does. If he has to suffer this, then so does everyone else. 

That's where 3803 and Platelet come in. For decades, Cancer has been collecting and experimenting on people in secret in order to figure out how to gift them with his immortality. 3803 and Platelet are surviving lab rats who managed to escape during a explosion happening in the building. 3803 is the closest he's come to achieving his goal. 3803 would later tell 1146 she has no idea how immortal she is and it scares her to death that she might be unable to die like Cancer. All she knows is that she can take a lot of damage and recover in time. She's been able to age a little. But she hopes she's not being paranoid about looking younger and smaller for her age (Macrophage, another Akudama who knows her secret, tells her it's common for girls like her to look younger then they are and that she has gotten bigger since they first met. But 3803 is still a little concerned). 3803 also has no idea about Platelets status in all this since she's never been badly hurt and she's aged normally. But she's also never gotten sick a day in her life and she was put in the same cell as her. The scientists saying all she needed was a little tweaking and they'd both be closer to becoming their goal. 

Ohhh, I didn't even think about 4989 and the others being 1146's enemies. I assumed they'd follow his lead eventually. Say they're dissapointed in him. Because yeah things are corrupt. But that's no reason to become a criminal and abandon their dreams of making the city a better place. They weren't there when he turned traitor so all they've been told is he got beguiled by some witch (3803 gets a very exaggerated and unpleasent rep along the Executioners for turning their top soldier against them. 1146 was already having serious doubts on his own but the organization puts the blame on her regardless). Eventually they get told by a superior officer if they can capture both 1146 and 3803 alive, they'll take 1146 back instead of executing or throwing him in jail. They'll strip him of his Akudama name and only punish him by putting a bomb collar on him until he redeems himself to them. It's not ideal. But for their friend they'll take it. They do eventually find and fight 1146 and even manage to knock him out and tie him up. They're prepared to fight 3803... Until they meet her face to face. From the rumours, they were expecting this buff scary woman who could rip their faces off. Instead they meet this determined but petite girl who looks like she'd hurt herself trying punch them. Even worse she's holding this little scared crying girl calling her big sis in her arms. They're the picture of defenselessness and it's suddenly making them not comfortable with this. This goes two ways: either they decide to cool down for a sec and let 3803 and 1146 explain themselves and then make the choice to leave and become akudamass too. Or, they harden themselves and take her anyway. 3803 promises to come quietly if they let her little sister go (they don't suspect Platelet is the Akadama Bomber). 3803 is hoping if she goes alone, She can at least convince Cancer Platelet died years ago and was a failed test subject. They agree and 3803 has to push Platelet away and yell at her to go (she knows she'll go to Macrophage so she'll be fine) because Platelet knows what's happening and is desperate enough to almost throws a small bomb at them (but 1146 would get caught up in the blast and 3803 glares at her to obey so she doesn't). The WBC squad does feel bad since they're not used to dealing with vulnerable women and children who can't fight back. 

When 1146 wakes up in a room with his superior officer telling him he's back and not getting a bomb collar. He's getting brain surgery and it's a surprise what that's going to be. Needless to say, 1146 is pissed beyond words. He's going to be forced to be their top dog somehow again. Platelet is alone and scared. 3803 is going to be carted off to Cancer so Cancer can make things even worse. Needless to say he manages to make his case to his friends who see definitely now know being a Akadama is better then this. Half of them go to rescue 1146 before he gets brain surgery and the others go get 3803 before Cancer can.

That's my idea of it anyway. Cause the WBC squad would actually be really good akadamas.

Now when it comes to 1146 fighting allies a lot. My initial idea was before he left, 1146 was the best of the best alongside NK and Killer T. They were the power trio that stood above the rest with a 100% success rate in missions once all three worked together. But unlike the WBS squad. They stick to their Executioner roles. I see this because in CAW canon, despite being softies inside, both Killer T and NK have this 'don't get chummy with civilians' mentality. Killer T ecspecially getting on 1146 for wanting to interact and go soft with them. In AD verse, NK and Killer T ultimately believe the Executioners are a nessecary evil at worst because the world needs them to be (Idk, you can keep the germs and make them monsters that Executioners have to fight to keep the city save too. Of course all of them are secretly made by Cancer to convince the most 'noble' of Executioners to keep the corrupted status quo).  When 1146 left, they took it personally. Particularly Killer T. NK keeps things more professional, but both want Roto resolve things with 1146 and see it as their duty to take him down. They don't believe 1146 about the whole conspiracy of a immortal Cancer ruling the world and doing all this other unbelievable stuff. Even when they see 3803 surviving a lot of damage, they chalk it up to her having access to some high tech she stole. Either way I'm conflicted on them being tragic villains who refuse to stop fighting 1146 and capture 3803 under orders or villains who get redeemed at the end. 

But Akadama Killer T. Tell me more? What's he like?

Other stuff-

Macrophage is called Hacker. Both because she can hack her targets into pieces with her axe and because she's a famous computer hacker. She found 3803 and Platelet years ago after they had escaped from the underground lab. She was reasearching for fun what the base was and discovered its use for making immortality. She took the two girls in to raise as if they were her own and trained them how to survive as Akadama (more so 3803 since she's older). When Macrophage isn't a assassin for hire, she's using her hacking abilities as mission control for 3803 when she's on the job. She helps her not get too lost and handles money transactions. They see her as the mom they never had despite that she's really only around 14 years older then them. 

Platelet loves blowing things up. She likes building things too. But bombing things helps her little family out more. She'll often plant tiny bombs all over the city and has Macrophage use her computer to keep track of them so she can detonate them when she sees a use to (like blowing up anyone chasing 383 while she's on her motorcycle). She adores 1146 and loves having him be part of her family. Partly because he's so strong and protective she doesn't have to worry as much about 3803 as much with him around. It's unknown just how much the experiments affected her too. All that's known is she's never been sick and barely needs any sleep to operate and always has nothing but energy to spare. She gets scared easily when 3803 might get taken away because her big sis has always been there for her and she's terrified of Cancer destroying her life and family again. If she lost 3803 she doesn't think she'd known how to live ob without her.

Cancer refers to all his experiments as his children. He calls 3803 and Platelet his daughters in particular and plans on having them back and fully like him so they can be his perfect family. He's actually known them since they were babies since, before they escaped, they've spent most, if not, all their lives in his care at the lab.

In this verse, 1146 is a much more aggressive pursurer of 3803's affections. He's still shy about making moves and acts stoic. But it's apparent he's interested in her early on and after awhile he makes no secret he wants to marry her. It always surprises her when he talks about wanting to marry her because he's too shy to flirt with her or even ask her on a date. He's both unable to make the first move, yet is very blunt about his desired intentions. She on the other hand is more hesitant. With her unknown immortality status, she's afraid she can't grow old with him and would deny him a normal wife. He simply says he wants her and no one else will ever do. 

3803 feels bad about him becoming a criminal. He's fighting his friends and comrades and has a huge life sentence on him all because he protected he. He tells her even if he has never met her. He knows sooner or later he would have left on his own and been branded a Akadama. Meeting her just have him another reason to believe in protecting others. Plus she does let him live with her and her for free. She still tries to pay him for his services when he protects her on the job. Initially he takes the money. But after too long she finds out all he does with the money is buy her things she was planning on getting later anyway. He basically was doing her errands for her. She gave up after that. 

 1146 is very protective of 3803's secret and has killed people over it to protect her. Those people being top high level Executioners who are in on Cancer's existence and his plans. 1146 knows the moment Cancer can get 3803 and confirm her ID. There's going to be a lot of trouble. He's made it a goal to either turn those people to his side or kill them all until there's no one left. When Cancer hears of this, he calls him a kind killer. 

Macrophage once jokes 1146 should be called Husband instead of Bodyguard because that's what he acts like with 3803. All overprotective and lovey dovey. He hates it when other men flirt with him and scared them off. 

Cancer is actually more aware of 3803 and Platelets activity then anyone thinks. It's just that he's immortal so time is a little for him. He kind of enjoys watching them hide and run and wondering how far he can push 1146 in his efforts to protect them. 

That's all I got I think. Putting in Cancer kind of changes things up but I also think he strangely fits in there very well. 

Any other ideas you have?

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Oh my! It’s been a while since you’ve made such a long and lovely submission! First things first, yes, Swindler is best girl!!!

Heheh, I found Cutthroat/Swindler to be somewhat cute, but I had a feeling things would turn out for the worst when the team ultimately separated after Doctor’s betrayal and the fight with the Executioners. It was a pretty cool dynamic and I love how Swindler ultimately turned the tables on him.

(I’m a bit leery as to why he could see her “red halo” from so far away, but I suppose it was due to insanity/supernatural influences).

And yup! There was going to be a director’s cut. A Youtuber actually translated the tweets that directors had regarding the director’s cut and discovered that it was going to be an extra seven minutes of footage and would feature scenes that would help flesh out the last episode more.

It’s super interesting.

LINK HERE

Ooohhhh, a season 2 where we can see best girl and Courier to come back??? To be honest, I like the series where it stands. It had a message, stuck with it, but managed to punch it all in with masterful animation techniques and storytelling. One of the characters that I think would definitely come back, should probably be Hacker. He was a god of cyberspace and savvy with technology.

Someone once speculated that he’s smart: he would definitely upload a backup of himself somewhere.

(Another person thought that Hacker must have saved himself on Swindler’s phone because his drone icon was there after his final parting gift).

I think the best way to add onto the series would be to revisit their backgrounds? Then again, I checked out the available manga chapters that have been translated thus far, and it seems they might delve a little into that territory.

Maybe a one shot episode where we get to see all the Akudama go about their daily lives where they sometimes interact (unknowingly) Durarara style (another great anime you should watch if you have the time).

Hacker as main character??? Yes please???

3803 would definitely do crazy tricks, hahah. She’s simultaneously skilled and unskilled with her bike. She’s like the... Captain Jack Sparrow of the series except instead of being drunk all the time, she’s somewhat clueless and innocent.

Bodyguard is such a lovely name. Like... I can picture it and it really fits. Not only does it satisfy his canon role of protecting, it actually helps him from actually killing too many people unnecessarily. He’ll do it if he has to, but his main goal is to protect his charge, not go after any assassins and whatnot.

Ooooohhhh, I love Cancer here! You make him out to be some terrible god of destruction and chaos and I absolutely adore it. And the motive for immortality makes more sense in this au then in the canon for AD, hahah. But yes, I imagine after years of destruction and infamy, he would definitely feel lonely and bitter.

So of course, why not drag the rest of humanity down with him?

3803 and Platelet both being somewhat immortal beings? Yes??? And Macrophage being one of their true confidants? Also yes??? (WHERE ARE YOU GETTING ALL THESE GOOD IDEAS???)

I know later on you’ll talk about Macrophage being a hacker (because of major hacking skills in tech and in killing), but what about this: she’s the Doctor from AD. Not a backstabber, but one who was somewhat affiliated with the idea of immortality. Maybe she was one of the scientists who helped raise 3803 and Platelet and after discovering that all the rest of the experiments died and only two remained, she decided enough was enough and got them out of Cancer’s hold.

Hmm... how about we combine Hacker and Doctor to create Scientist instead? She’s cold and ruthless underneath her ladylike vibes, but she truly does feel for the plight of 3893 and Platelet.

I don’t know, it would make for an interesting dynamic.

Oooohhh, I love the confrontation with WBC squad and 3803. They’re so geared and ready (4989 is definitely sweating bullets while the others reassure him). Also, you know how in AD canon that the Executions are always in pairs? Let’s have 2001 and 1145 the original pairing before he broke out. Then, 4989 with 2626 and 2048 and Eosinophil while 2001 gets stuck with Band Cell. Because, why not.

(Or, we go back to one of my most heinous friendships I ever created, 2001 and Dendritic Cell).

Can I also say that Bomber is such a bomb name for Platelet? (Pun completely intended).

And yeah, the WBC squad are definitely really uncomfortable when they undergo some cognitive dissonance here... perhaps it’s starting at this moment that they realize that Akudama aren’t that different from normal people... or the Executioners.

Bomb collars and surgery for 1146??? Ooohhhh, he must really be the top Executioner... I wonder if he’ll reunite with 2001 again as his partner or get someone new who can help control him. Because NK and Killer T are definitely partners.

On a side note you mentioned that they think that Executioners are a necessary evil. It’s like your acknowledging and somewhat hinting that they know this is wrong and that Akudamas aren’t inherently bad, but do so anyway because of a corrupt legal system. I love it. It really adds to the depth of the characters.

And yes, we need tragic villains with feelings.

As for Akudama Killer T... Maybe he went through some mental breakdown before realizing that the Executioners aren’t always right )if they were ever right in the first place). Perhaps he breaks like 1146 did, but instead of using his skills for constructive purposes, he goes all out and doesn’t care about the law anymore. He sort of becomes 1146’s foil. They’re both rear Executioners, both saw the errors of their ways, but while 1146 becomes a protector in his own way, maybe Killer T decides to become a mercenary.

I don’t know, I love parallels and showcasing how far characters have done.

(I REALLY WANTED PUPIL EXECUTIONER TO BECOME AN AKUDAMA OR AT LEAST HAVE A MOMENT TO HERSELF, BUT IT NEVER HAPPENED. AT LEAST THE DIRECTORS CUT IS SAID TO ADDRESS THAT).

Cancer as a father?

Cancer as a family man?

I... that’s a concept I never considered. Just, I can only imagine him playing with all of his experiments, knowing that one day, most of them will end up dying. He probably favors 3803 over Platelet because of how close they are in physical appearance/age and acts creepy about it.

(Is this my Abnormalities!verse writing urge acting up again, probably).

Hehehe, why but blunt 1146. That is so cute and adorable. He and 3803 constantly dance around the issue, especially due to the whole immortality thing, but he makes it clear that he doesn’t care. Though he doesn’t know it, he’s actually quite suave when he finally convinces her that it’s the time they spend together now that matters so they won’t regret in the future.

3803 swoons.

Husband??? Yes???

Macrophage as confirmed 3803/1146 shipper? Why not???

Ooohhh, Cancer is more aware than what was already expected... I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA!!!

So I know that I said earlier that Macrophage would be a combination of Hacker and Doctor, why not also make Cancer have Hacker elements? Think about it, he’s practically immortal and it was never truly confirmed how immortality works in AD canon. Maybe his immortality is due to a combination of high technology and organic stuff. Maybe, he can upload his consciousness at will so that he can “supervise” his children. It also adds credence to the whole “3803 had high tech to help her stave off heavy damage” that Killer T and NK think is what’s going on. I don’t know, I just think it would be cool to have Cancer be a god in the physical and technological world.

He would be so OP, but that’s what Cancer probably would want in CAW canon, so there, hahah.

Hmm, anything else? Let’s see, Killer T as an Akudama would definitely be more of a Brawler character... I don’t have anybody down for Hoodlum... But who do you think would be a best fit for Head Executioner? At first, I wanted Helper T, but I realized that he doesn’t get super utilized in canon, so why not make him Executioners alongside Regulatory T. Seriously, they don’t get enough screen time (especially Regulatory T).

As for the majority of Akudamas, most are definitely pathogens or germs, but I’m assuming some of them are actually Normal Cells... Normal Cells with benign mutations, but somehow get the attention of Executioners.

But yeah, this was an awesome little au. I’m down to read some action packed nonsense with these characters. You should definitely try your hand at writing this, hahah!

[rosedavid]

could we maybe have a part 2 of the tj as a biker gang leader headcanons? 🥺💗

Sure!! :) Part one here!

When TJ realizes he has a huge crush on Cyrus, he starts trying to do a bunch of stuff to impress him. One day, when Cyrus is watching them practice, he attempts to do a crazy stunt on his bike which leads him to crashing. It may not have impressed Cyrus, but it did cause him to run over and worry over him which was almost as good. 

When TJ starts to get in with a bunch of bad people who want to join his bike gang, Cyrus is the one who is able to pull him away and remind him of who he really is. 

At school, people start to notice how soft TJ is around Cyrus, and they mistakenly think this is how he acts around everyone know. He shows them that the open side of him is reserved only for Cyrus and his closet friends, though. Just because he’s Softer doesn’t mean he can’t still be an intimidating biker leader. 

He and Cyrus start dating which leads to turbulence within TJ’s bike gang. Some of them are kind of angry about it, not because Cyrus is a boy but because he’s so different from them. TJ is quick to defend his new boyfriend, though, and those who he lets stick around find out Cyrus is super cool. 

Cyrus actually becomes the bike gang’s ‘water boy/equipment boy/snacks boy’, leading to him becoming a favorite of many people in the gang. TJ gets jealous easy, though, and the others often have to promise him that “We’re not out to steal your boy, Kippen, don’t worry.” 

After getting over his initial jealousy, Cyrus gets to know some of TJ’s bike gang better and becomes really good friends with them. They all hang out together at The Spoon sometimes even. 

TJ loves it when Cyrus wears his leather jackets because he looks so good. Cyrus claims he looks silly, but TJ promises him he looks amazing. Plus, the jackets smell like TJ, so that’s a bonus to Cyrus. 

Meanwhile, TJ will borrow Cyrus’s soft sweatpants and hoodies sometimes when he is having a rough day. If someone stares at him weird in school when he’s wearing them, he glares at them as if to challenge them to say something. 

Cyrus loves to paint TJ’s nails black to match his Intimidating Biker Guy persona. 

Somehow, TJ convinces Cyrus to learn how to ride his bike. He’s really bad at it, but he manages to figure it out in the end, and TJ is super impressed. Afterward, Cyrus claims, “I’m never getting on that bike again unless you’re behind the wheel.” 

TJ gets Cyrus his own, specialized helmet to decorate with stickers so he doesn’t always have to borrow TJ’s. Cyrus, being a big proponent of safety, absolutely loves it. 

Of course, we can’t forget about Andi and TJ! They’re still best buds forever. They constantly go on rides together and practice racing. They also find out they have a shared love of music and art which they later bond over. Motocross is still their number one activity to do together, though. 

More Andi Mack Headcanons Here!

[those-women-in-red]

─  the mirrors surrounding you did as they were meant to, reflecting back a spitting image of GEMMA CHAN but it’s clear something is wrong from the moment that a vision of SMOKE IN THE AIR strikes you.  perhaps it was a passing daydream in the frenzy of the funhouse. you reassure yourself  -  you’re ADA WONG,  a THIRTY-TWO YEAR OLD ACTRESS whose virtue lies in your + CHARM & + INTEGRITY, although you’ve been told that you tend to be quite - UNTRUSTWORTHY & - TWO-FACED and you’re associated with CHANCE ENCOUNTERS, LIPSTICK STAINS ON A NAPKIN and GETTING THE LAST LAUGH IN ANY SITUATION by those around you.  suddenly,  however,  you’ve found A SILVER CHARM on your person - was that always there? from the moment you leave the funhouse,  memories from your life in RESIDENT EVIL have begun to return - leaving whoever you had been before in the mirror’s reflection behind you.  you can almost hear MY FAVORITE GAME by THE CARDIGANS following in your wake. ( she/her, female ) 

 What you need to know

Full Name: Ada Wong

Otherwise known as: The Bitch in the Red Dress

Age: 32

DOB: UNKNOWN

Ethnicity: Chinese-American

Gender: Female

Pronouns: she/her

Occupation: actress 

ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral

MBTI: istp; the Virtuoso

Canon

A skilled women in her youth, Ada Wong was a less than innocent bystander in the collapse of Racoon City. Originally, she was the women in red, placed at the right place at the right time for an unsuspecting Umbrella researcher. She went undercover, posing as his girlfriend in order to retrieve access to the G-Virus sample for a rival company. She would’ve gotten away with it too, if it wasn’t for some biker babe, a cute blonde in uniform and a bullet in the shoulder.

Since then, she has traveled the world, working for who or whatever company could afford her services. Spain, Eastern Europe, China, if there's a crossroads and some trouble, no doubt Ada is at the centerfold of it.

A women of many talents and many secrets, she’s never in the same place twice, nor does she ever tend to stick to one side. It’s best you stay away, danger is one of her favorite games, after all.

Her life in ALUCARD

Ada Wong grew up as an only child to two busy parents, neither which gave her enough attention growing up. Because of a rigorous schedule of work, travel and playing with others, Ada was forced to be independent. She took her studies to a in-housing school, where a fascination with butterflies, acting and a life behind the camera grew.

She got a big break in high school, interning at a local broadcasting studio. That sent her passion for the screen flying; background character, stunt double, a dumb soap opera nanny, you name it, she picked it up. Any dependency she had towards others soon became non-existent, and Ada devoted her life to becoming a star, and later, a stunning career.

Now, after a devastating engagement, a flopped movie and an incident that left her out of work, she retreated to ALUCARD for a temporary residence. Although, with how peaceful everything seems to be here, she feels a certain urgency to act, to stay even. Time can only tell what she might choose.

Wanted connections 

Friends, other characters that share her interest, maybe a relationship given how hard her last one crashed.

[eye-raq]

Nasty Things That OC/Reader would say.

So this is a request from an anon. I did a few prompts with things that Erik would say so I figured it would be cool to make a prompt list with things that OC/Reader would say to Erik or any other male or female fictional character if you want to change up the wordplay. 

“Hey, Daddy”

“Yes, Daddy”

“You plan on coming over later, right?”

“I need your lips on me...all over me...”

“He just feel too good girl.”

“If you grab my throat all ima do is smile. You messing with a freak, baby.”

“I don’t know why me and my pussy are never on the same page. IM MAD. She takes it upon herself to get all wet as soon as he comes around,” *shakes head* “weak bitch.”

“You know you’re horny when the heart in your coochie start beating,” *laughs*

“Look at Daddy, you see that face? I ride that face every night.” *flicks tongue*

“Moaning is one thing that men can do right and they refuse to do it...selfish.”

“Erik is always talking about FiX YoUR AtTiTuDe I’m like no, fuck it out of me.” 

“I love it when he licks his lips and looks me dead in the eye talking about some don’t play wit me. Real shit all calm like,” *hisses*

*watching him roll up having you wish you were the blunt*

“Oh you love this pussy, huh?” 

“You either gonna eat my pussy or shut the fuck up.”

“Daddy loves me.” 

“Just wanna sit on his lap and feel him get hard.” 

“Where have you been all day? You forgot about me?” *fakes anger* 

“All you had to do was tell me you wanted your dick sucked. You know I love sucking dick.”

“Forreal he so damn freaky. This nigga then converted me into a five star freak.”

“He likes it when I play shy. He said it makes his dick harder.”

“My Daddy always gives me presents.”

*smiles softly with a lip bite*

*strokes back hair purposely slow to gain his attention*

*wears tight biker shorts and sundresses with no panties*

*grabs his dick instead of his hand while he’s driving*

“He helps me pick out my nail colors” *smiles*

“You like the way I rock my hips on this dick?”

“Bite my neck, shit, act like a vampire.”

*kisses his neck to get his attention*

*suck his dick while he washes your hair*

“You wanna watch me play with my pussy?”

“I’m horny as fuck. I know you gotta go to work babe but let me just sit on it.”

“We should make some food, watch a movie, fuck, cuddle, then fuck again because you know that’s how we do.”

“I’m high as hell right now and all I wanna do is fuck in the back seat.”

“Baby, baby, babyyyyyyyyyy.”

Him: yes baby girl?

“Hi.” 

“You like the way I throw this ass back on you? Feel good don’t it Daddy? I got you moaning.” 

“Eat this good pussy. Don’t stop...fuck, lick it just like that.”

“You didn’t fuck me, i fucked you.” 

“Make me.”

“I got a belly ring with Erik’s name on it because I’m the realest bitch to ever do it!” 

“Why he gotta look at me like that?”

“Can you suck my nipples?” 

“I like that I don’t have to ask Daddy for nothing. He already knows when I want and need something.”

Him: you look good

“I taste good too.”

“Put both of my legs over your shoulders.”

*Licks lips seductively*

“You hear how wet my pussy sound?”

“Daddy, I love this big dick.”

“I’m freaky for one nigga and one nigga ONLY.”

“My man is sexy, hung, and he smells the fuck good.”

“I love it when you touch me like that.”

“Grab my booty.”

*moans in his ear*

*lick his earlobe*

“Stick three fingers in my pussy, baby.”

“Feels like heaven, doesn’t it?”

“Fuck, shit, ooooh,” 

“I want you to buy me a necklace with your name on it so you can watch it hang while I ride your dick.” 

“My mouth is salivating for some dick right now.”

“Once I’m comfortable with you I turn into a porn star.”

“Let’s make our own movies to cum to later.”

“You like this arch?!”

“Tell me how much you love me while I bounce on the dick.”

“Yeah, I like to bounce on his dick! It’s big, and fun.” 

“He does nothing but encourage me while I fuck him that shit is so sexy to me.”

“Girl I get so damn horny when he grab the headrest of my seat to reverse his car.” *moans*

“Fuck, you look so sexy counting money.”

“Choke me out.” 

“Fuck sex can I come lay my head on your chest and vent? I mean...we’re gonna fuck regardless but can we talk first?”

“He like to ask me how my day was while fucking the shit outta me.” 

“Let me make him mad real quick I need some back breaking sex.”

“I love Daddy’s good dick.”

“Spoil me, Daddy.”

“I’ve been a very bad girl.”

*grabs his dick through his pants in public*

“Suck on my neck that shit is relaxing.”

“I’m a shy freak.”

Him: Ima choke you

“Okay and ima like it, the fuck.” 

“I’ll let erik do anything to me. I’m all about the freaky shit.”

“His dick is so fucking good it makes me wanna go back in time and loose my virginity to this nigga.”

“I’m tryna give one nigga my heart and all my throat.”

“You ever cry while having sex? I do all the time me and Erik fuck. That nigga be so deep.”

“Wanna wet his fucking face up.”

“I just want some sex so nasty that there will be absolutely no question that I’m going to hell.”

“I’m not perfect but I’m loyal, fun, and nasty as fuck.”

“I love it when you call me a good girl ‘cause we both know I’m not.”

“My body wants you badly.”

“Spank me. It’s the only way I learn.”

“Get in bed and play with me.”

“Tie me up and play with me, Daddy. Pretty please?”

“Send me a nut video instead of a dick pic.”

“I love that aggressive shit though, Erik. Grip my little ass up and show me who the fuck Daddy is.”

“He say my flavor is so delicious.”

“Lets fuck?”

“Tease me until I’m begging for it.”

“Sex so damn good I can barely walk in the morning.”

“I like to fuck Erik when he fresh out the shower. Body all wet...dreads dripping...dick even prettier with little droplets of water on it...skin smelling like raw Shea.”

“I can be so damn nasty in my head I gotta tell myself to chill.”

“Erik, come here, let me make you feel better.”

“You sure you don’t wanna fuck tonight, E?”

“He loves my thick thighs and pretty eyes.”

“Babe, I bought some butter pecan ice cream! Remember the last time when you ate it off my pussy…”

“This man gets me wet just by talking to me. Shit, just by looking at me. Him breathing in air makes my pussy wet.”

“Don’t just look at my ass eat it.”

“I love the way you fuck me.”

“He mad cuz Erik stunting on him. Your loss dumb ass.”

“I want you in my life, nigga. And in my guts and in my throat.”

“Don’t touch my thighs! My pussy like a splash park right now.” 

“You gotta rub your ass against his print by accident on purpose.”

“My pussy gets too wet for me to be out here getting played.”

“Everything is all fun and games until he’s hitting you from behind and he grabs the top of your shoulders and starts demolishing you. You can’t move, run, breathe, it’s too much going on.”

“I’m tryna get on your dick baby not on your nerves...just kidding ima get on both.”

“You wanna argue or get your dick swallowed?”

“I wanna sit on your lap, give you kisses, and call you daddy all day.”

“I love when a nigga take control, sexy as fuck.”

“I need my soul took. I think that’s why I’ve been so damn salty lately.”

“Getting my titties sucked feels sooooo good.”

“Rather be with you and all yo good dick, Erik. Problematic or not.”

“Niggas be good as fuck until you lick on their neck and ear. Yeah, little bitch you like that, huh?”

“He told me to call him Daddy and he asked me who pussy this is. I told him yours and locked my legs around his waist.”

“Erik, I could be sucking your dick until I make you cum right now but you mad right now.”

“Just come over and we’ll watch Netflix or make a sex tape I don’t know we’ll see what happens.”

“I have sex in my head all the time.”

Him: if you suck my dick while I drive that tells me you’re willing to die to make me bust a nut. I love you, crazy bitch.

“I love you too, Daddy.”

“I want to be slutty but only with one person, you feel me?”

“Princess in the streets, Daddy’s good girl in the sheets.” 

“I want some head until I cry, until my legs start shaking kind of head.”

“I miss my baby.”

“If you touch my thigh under the table in public just know you gonna be getting some later.”

“He eat my pussy and finger it at the same time...he’s the damn devil.”

“Shit, for you I would fuck on the first date.”

“You better not pull out.”

“He makes me his cum bucket all the time.”

“Cum so good.”

“Why your dick taste like sugar?”

“And? I want some more dick.”

“Erik can eat my pussy for hours and I wouldn’t stop him either.”

“The veins in his arms drives me crazy.”

“He so damn sexy. He needs to hurry up home so I can praise him and fuck him.”

“Sometimes I want it rough and wild. Other times I want it slow and sensual.”

“Me and my pussy not friends no more she always betrays me.”

“Shout out to the dude I fuck with. You the shit baby.”

“He stay getting in my guts but wanna kiss me soft.”

“I wear the smallest and tightest shit just to make him mad so he can fuck me and ruin it.”

“Stop covering my ass in this sundress!”

*sucks on his bottom lip*

*licks his chest*

*moans his name*

“Erik so bold he’d take a pic with my tittie in his mouth.”

“I sleep naked on purpose so he can wake me up in the morning with some head.”

“Erik always takes care of me.”

“Don’t Tell me what to do.”

Him: if I say bend that ass over, what you gonna do?

“Bend that ass over.”

“This nigga always talk to my pussy when he eating it. Talking about some pussy you so pretty and pussy you taste so fucking good, where you want my tongue next?”

“If you kiss my neck I’m not responsible for what happens next.”

“

[noirandchocolate]

Today’s trip to the Ren Faire involved:

Me being a goth again, Bast being a goth witch, and Kat being a kickass biker bee

My aunt and her tiny dog wearing matching frilly witch costumes

Getting there so early we could actually take pictures of things without 5,000 other people walking through the shot

Potato soup bread bowls (!!!)

Wandering into a magic show

Dogs doing cute tricks

A guy riding a unicycle with a small audience child on his shoulders

Audience children being adorable in general

A lady doing acrobatic stunts hanging suspended several feet in the air on streamers of fabric and I still don’t know how she could just DO those things

Jousting with real fake blood!!!

More audience children, one of whom declared that he was a king cobra, which means he is venomous

Bees? (Bees. A bee on my finger. A visit with my sistren. Also honey sticks and bee lip balm.)

Magic supplies and potpourri

Skeletons

So many people complimenting my aunt and exclaiming in surprise nearby, because her tiny dog in a tiny dress was amazing

A smaller but still significant number of people complimenting the rest of us on our outfits, including four who recognized my JTHM Z? shirt

“Greek nachos” which we’re like tiny mini gyros

Combat juggling involving mouse traps

One of the combat jugglers having rainbow socks

An impromptu visit to the juggling stage by the filthy poetry man, who said to us a filthy poem about cheese that was probably the subtlest in his repertoire because there were children present

Window shopping all kinds of things

Furries everywhere, some in cool jackets

Gazing impressed at everyone’s Renaissancesona outfits

Many, many dogs

My best fucking friends

[prairiesongserial]

11.2

Friday didn’t know what she had been expecting, but the morning light revealed a different dimension to the Madsen and Graves Circus. In the dark, the circus had seemed more forbidding, more cold and clinical. In the morning sun, Friday was blinded by reds, purples, and turquoises. The trucks were rusted at the edges, painted in stripes and zigzags of color. Some of the wagons they towed were beautiful little houses. Others clearly held supplies, and weren’t meant for living in or showing off to guests.

Friday wandered around as the smells of breakfast chased her. She felt steam on her skin, though for the life of her she couldn’t figure out the source. There was one thing that still bothered her about the circus, that still struck her as creepy. All of the caravans and trucks were strung round with chimes and bells, so that the mildest wind set them off in a dissonant clatter. The sound made Friday’s skin prickle. She wandered back the way she had come.

Soon Val crawled out of their tent to find her, his hair sticking up. He tried to flatten it at the same time as he stepped into his boots, and nearly fell over. Friday took a few steps nearer to the tent to save him from hurrying on her account.

She was about to open her mouth and say something - she didn’t know what, she’d figure that out while she was saying it - when the sound of jazz trumpet slammed into her chest, buzzing through every bone. Friday looked for the source of the sound, head empty of any thought except desperation to make it stop, but she didn’t see the musician. The clamor of boots on wood joined the trumpet as half-dressed carnies fell out of tents and caravan wagons, some with toothbrushes sticking out of their mouths. Friday let them flood past her and Val.

A window slammed open on one of the wagons, this one fuschia with turquoise trim, and Johannes stuck his head out.

“Shut up, we get it!” he hollered. He slammed his hand down on the windowsill, then retreated back inside. When he reappeared on the steps of his wagon, he was flattening his hair with spit. The white - blond, really, now that Friday saw it properly - was sticking up. The brown side looked okay.

Johannes was dressed like a normal human being today. He wore black slacks and suspenders over a button down with sleeves that may have been a touch more on the romantic side than the practical.

“Nice bedhead,” he said to Val as he passed. Before Val had time to respond, Johannes was already talking to someone else, then yelling at his brother Ezra. Something about the calls to breakfast needing to be “Mezzo piano, not mezzo forte, you dick.”

Friday and Val followed the crowd, and eventually she spotted John’s dunn head among them, as well as Cody, who was still wrapped in a blanket. Breakfast was bread and oatmeal, just about as good a meal as they would have gotten at the convent, except Friday already knew she was going to miss the nuns’s fig jelly.

No one got up after they were finished eating. They sat on scattered chairs and stools that had been left out the night before, or squatted over the dewy grass, or ate standing. Friday soon learned why. Ezra and Johannes stood more or less in the middle of the crowd, Ezra with his trumpet braced against his shoulder casually. At the mere sight of it, silence fell. Ezra lifted it slightly, and was met with a chorus of shouts of dissent. He relaxed again, clapping Johannes on the shoulder.

“Spotlight’s yours,” he said. He wandered off a few paces, squatting with another cluster of carnies and resting the trumpet on his knees.

“Alright,” Johannes said, voice the perfect volume to reach everyone without losing quality. It was actually impressive, and Friday found herself listening more to the voice than the words.

“Alright, here’s the plan,” he said. “We’re rushing today. Ten hours on the road. Then we make it to Everglades City tomorrow.”

This was met with groans.

“We used to stop in Tallahassee,” someone complained.

“Well, you can be my guest and phone them to ask why they don’t book us anymore,” Johannes snapped.

There were murmurs. Friday didn’t catch any particulars, but it seemed the carnies had their theories.

“Straight through to Everglades City, which means we’re moving fast, and we’re only stopping once before we camp.” Johannes attempted to smooth down that tuft of blond hair again, but it sprang back. He seemed to notice that everyone was still looking at him and made a big get-out-of-here gesture. Everyone clattered into movement, bowls finding the wash basin, and carnies finding something to make themselves useful.

Friday found herself in the bed of a truck, feeling unsafe. The other carnies with her, seven in all, were wise to how this worked. Some sat on pillows, while others had gotten more creative, sitting on bags of rice and laundry sacks. Friday, Val, John, and Cody were the only ones whose bottoms felt every bump in the road.

Johannes was one of the carnies in the truck bed with them. He sat in a wing-backed armchair lashed down with ropes, and he had dolled himself up for the journey, too, having added a two-tone silk vest to his ensemble. His hair lay flat.

Friday wasn’t sure what she thought about Johannes riding with them. He had his own fuschia-and-turquoise wagon which had to be a lot more comfortable, and being the leader, surely he had something better to do than babysit the newbies. On the other hand, he looked pretty cozy in that armchair. Maybe this was his preferred mode of travel. Friday was just a little too on edge to ask.

“So,” said Johannes suddenly. He hadn’t addressed them since the trucks started moving, but now his two different colored eyes pinned first Friday, then the rest of the four of them. “What’s the backstory? How came you to the Madsen and Graves Circus?”

“You kidnapped us,” Cody said. His guitar lay in his lap, and every bump made it twang an out of tune complaint.

Johannes waved one hand lazily in a curly-cue. “You know what I mean,” he said. “You weren’t born a foursome of stunt bikers. Handy work on the bridge, by the way.” he sighed. “I wish we could have a Globe of Death, but the trucks just don’t have the horsepower to drag all that around.”

He stared at them, propping his chin in one hand. It wasn’t an aggressive gesture, as it might have been if Johannes had been anything other than utterly relaxed.

“Do you play?” he asked Cody, nodding to the guitar. “Well?”

Cody blinked up at him.

“I, uh… I busked, for a while,” he said. He held up his three-fingered hand. “Kinda can’t anymore.”

“Learn to play left-handed,” Johannes said. Friday was fascinated by him; he had no sympathy at all. “And what about you, hm?” Johannes continued, looking at John now.

John gave him a glassy stare. For a long moment, neither of them said anything.

“I can’t do anything like that,” John said.

“What can you do?” Johannes pressed. “Sing? Dance? Juggle knives? You have the look of a well-coordinated man, John.”

“Leave him alone,” Friday snapped, and Johannes’s eyes flicked back to her.

The rustle of leaves and branches against the sides of the trucks ahead of them in the caravan warned them to duck, and they all did so as one. The low branches sang as they whipped the air where their heads had been. It had only taken once for Friday to learn this one. They all straightened again.

“Alright, what about you?” Johannes asked. “Friday,” he added, testing her name as if he wasn’t sure about it.

“I’m a performer,” she said. “I sing, dance, and I may not juggle knives, but I do mean burlesque.”

That would hold his attention for a while, if she was lucky.

“Where did you do burlesque?” Johannes said with interest. A couple of the other carnies were paying attention now, too.

She explained the Ace of Spades to them, and while she hadn’t meant to, once she’d started, she couldn’t stop: she laid out everything. All the girls, the routines they would do, the funny customer stories.

A couple of the carnies in the truck with them did the burlesque tent, and she found herself enjoying comparing notes with them. The customer stories were pretty much the same, but still fun to tell.

Friday lost track of the others for a while, but her ear caught part of a conversation between Val and Johannes.

“I was - am - a priest,” Val said quietly.

He wasn’t dressed like it. If his priest stuff was clean, he usually preferred it. But today he wasn’t even wearing the collar.

“That’s wonderful!” Johannes said, clapping his hands. “I’ve always wanted a priest for the circuit. Ezra will love this. You know, our mother was the priest before she retired. She wasn’t a real priest, obviously, but she had the whole get-up and would do a sermon, squeeze a few silver pennies from the respectable crowd. I never understood why she didn’t want to be the ringmaster, when it was her circus. But that was Mame, she did things her particular way.” Johannes crossed his arms behind his head as the truck ran over a particularly bad bump in the road. “A priest...” he said again.

Val looked uneasy. He wasn’t saying anything yet, but Friday knew he had a good, long lecture in him for Johannes. It might have to wait until he had his feet on solid ground.

They took their break somewhere in northern Florida, and everyone scarfed down an early dinner. Johannes disappeared for a while after they ate, taking a hunk of bread with him. Everyone was busy, running around trying to squeeze something or other in before the trumpet ordered them all back into the horrible truck beds.

Friday knew what she was going to scramble for: she was going to find something to sit on for the next six hours. She didn’t care who it belonged to. Combing through one of the truck beds, this one laden with junk rather than room for passengers, she found something even better than a pillow: a slim mattress. There would be room for her, Val, John, and Cody to sit.

She was hauling her prize back to the truck - it wasn’t hard to find, with that armchair - when the trumpet started up again. The carnies had a different attitude, now that it wasn’t half past dawn.  Those who knew the song joined in, some whistled along, and others just ignored it, singing competing songs or talking and joking over it. But everyone moved toward the center of the circle of trucks. Friday heaved her stolen mattress over the lip of the truck bed and left it hanging halfway.

This time, it was Ezra alone waiting for the circus, trumpet dangling from one hand. He tucked his light brown hair behind one ear as he waited for the circus to settle in.

“Whaddaya want?” one carnie heckled.

“Ha ha,” Ezra said, shooting him a glare. “Look, we have to get some things straight about Everglades City.”

“Aw, you’re kidding,” someone else said.

“I know you all know, but the newbies don’t,” Ezra argued. “And you’ll want to do it even less when we camp for the night after ten hours in the trucks.” He cleared his throat. He was clearly less of a leader than Johannes. It didn’t appear to come as easily to him - his voice was softer, and his clothes much less flashy. Still, Friday was interested to see how fully the circus gave Ezra their attention.

“So,” Ezra said. “So, the thing about Everglades City is, the four newbies won’t have anything to rehearse in time. We perform the night we arrive. But that doesn’t mean anyone can wander off, okay? There’s a reason Johannes doesn’t plan for even a minute of downtime in the city.”

Well, that was interesting.

“You just don’t want us spending money on the moving pictures,” someone whined. “I miss the movies.”

“You miss Madeline Bellamy,” his friend said.

“Yeah, well, I’m gonna get her autograph this time.”

Friday was having trouble tracking this conversation. She nudged her neighbor, a very tall woman with black hair cut square under her chin.

“What’s a moving picture?” Friday asked.

The woman smiled down at her with a light in her eyes. “Oh, sweetheart, you have to sneak away. You’re telling me they don’t have movies where you’re from?”

Friday gave her a frustrated look, and finally the woman whispered an explanation.

“It’s...well, it’s just what it sounds like. The pictures are projected up on a screen, and they move.  You have photographs where you come from?”

Friday nodded. They were an expensive luxury, but that at least she had heard of.

“So, it’s like that, but the people in the photographs move around,” the woman said.

Friday snorted. “Yeah, okay, fuck you, too.”

“No, for real,” the woman said. “So, see, Madeline Bellamy is a movie star. She’s the princess of the Bellamy family, they run Everglades City. Circus doesn’t make much money there because the movie business is so strong, but Ezra and Johannes’s mom knew the head of the Bellamy family, so…” the woman finally shrugged. “It’s a lot to take in for your first show with us. But you’ll be okay. I’m Andie. It’s Friday, right?”

Friday looked up at her with a grimace of disbelief. “Yeah,” she said, her attention straying back to Ezra. He had lost control of the crowd, somewhat.

“Look, alright! We can be done the meeting,” Ezra hollered. “Just - newbies. Stay out of the way, don’t attract attention. And for God’s sake don’t split up.” Ezra waved them off with much the same gesture Johannes had used to end the breakfast meeting. Friday was close enough to hear him mutter to himself as he began to make his way out of the circle. “...better be done with the phone, we still have to go over the scene transitions.”

Then he was gone, and everyone was cracking themselves up making predictions for Madeline Bellamy’s latest movie. The name Bellamy echoed across the circle, and Friday wasn’t sure she liked it. She knew she didn’t like what Ezra had said at the end - that bit about not splitting up.

She spared the circus a last glance. She found Val first. He was talking to the tall woman, Andie, who was showing him a juggling trick - with batons, not knives. Cody and John didn’t look exactly at home, but they were more at ease than they had been last night. Friday didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. Satisfied, she strode off for the truck. She had a mattress to finish stealing.

11.1 || 11.3

[insomnihan]

han’s Entire Thoughts and Feelings on CLC’s “Devil”

THEYRE BACK SO IM ALSO BACK ON MY BULLS HIT STAYING UP UNTIL 2AM TO WATCH IT AS SOON AS ITS UP aka its TIME AGAIN to be a loud CHESHIRE™ ON TEXT POST

there are no read mores here so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ its my brand

ALRIGHT SO-

THE SONG IS A FUNKY JAZZY BOP™ AND A HALF its the kind of song you just literally BOUNCE in your seat and make you sway from side to side THAT CHORUS IS INSTANTLY CATCHY AND ADDICTING TO LISTEN TO i love the guitar and horns and that weird laser whistle sound????? so much throughout the song!!!!!!! theres a part that goes ‘i tried to be so polite’ that elkie and seungyeon sinGS UUUUUUUUUUGGGHH THATS SO SATISFYING TO MY EARS THERES SO MUCH SEUNGHEE I NEARLY CRIED SHE SINGS THE CHORUS TWO (2) TIMES HER TONE IS INCREDIBLE AND WHEN SORN SINGS IT AFTER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- (THE SECOND CHORUS WITH YUJIN IS FANTASTIC TOO) YEEUNS RAP OKAY LISTEN I LOVE HER RAP BREAKS IN THE MIDDLE OF THEIR SONGS AND THIS ONE DID NOT DISAPPOINT THAT INSTRUMENTAL BREAK PUNCHED ME AND THERES MORE YUJIN AND EUNBIN!!!!!!! THEY KILLED THEIR PARTS THEY WERE SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!! no im not gonna talk about seunghees breath from the first second we know how i feel

THAT BRIDGE with eunbin and elkie was pretty interesting it stays upbeat and it passes really quickly i dunno why but it felt a little off??? i dunno why??? it just does to me??? i feel like it ends too soon??? just a smidge tho- and it barely makes it to three (3) minutes???? (no is about the same length) but im still BOPPING

sidenote: apparently seunghee mentioned (i dunno where tho) that this song is similar to pepe and that sure is true lmao

THE DANCE remember when i just mentioned how it makes you wanna bounce and sway WELL THATS BC theres a move in the chorus that does just THAT!!!!!! the moment i saw it i copied the move like I GOTTA IN FACT the choreography for the entire chorus is SO fitting like its just lots of hip and shoulder movement BUT it just feels so RIGHT- during yeeuns rap part theres a little bit of a move they did thats similar in their song ME and lowkey i thought that was cool!!

THERES SOMETHING ABOUT that hip move that murders like the way they swivel around first and their hand movement with it and then leading into the side to side just SO SATISFYING TO WATCH especially during the last part in that darker setting!!!!!!!

seunghee starts the dance............................... thanks........ the dancing during eunbin and elkies parts during the bridge was lowkey kinda funny but i found myself following and copying it like sticking my hands out like they did in the video BUT overall it goes with the vibe of the song VERY well!!!!

THE VISUALS the overall video premise reminds me red velvets russian roulette like they are REALLY trying to KILL EACH OTHER IN THIS MV (or at least injure each other) with the soap slipping pushing sorn off that chair dropping that thing on yeeuns head that vacuum literally THROWING DARTS and LIGHTING FIRES and THE MOST DANGEROUS OF ALL....................... stepping on legos.........

SUPER COLORFUL............................ BUT FINISH IT WITH BLACK AND DARKNESS i thought that was interesting LIKE i knew it was coming from the teaser images but i DONT HATE IT the song is called ‘devil’ after all going all dark and lowkey menacing at the end is welcomed here!!!!!! i feel like its supposed to lowkey represent their concepts from debut to now yknow???

I LOVE ALL THE BRIGHT COLORS THO especially the yellows and pinks BUT THEN paired with colors like that blue and green and salmon color or whatever like THAT is just P L E A S I N G™ to my eyes there was ALWAYS a bit of all these colors in nearly ever scene and theres just so mucH BALANCE its pretty refreshing™ if you ask me

BUT THAT ENDING WITH ALL THAT LOWKEY CREEPY (but like not really) PROPS LIKE ALL THOSE BARBIE HEADS AND EYES LIKE THATS AESTHETIC™

SOME SCENES THAT I LIKED AND WANNA MENTION:

FIRST SCENE WITH THE ALL OF THEM AT THE TABLE SURROUNDED BY DESSERTS I WAS HOOKED I KNEW I WASNT GOING TO LOOK AWAY FOR A SECOND 

FIRST DANCE SCENE WITH THE BLUE AND PEACH COLOR OR WHATEVER COLOR THAT IS 👌

THE BATHROOM WITH THE HOT PINK WHERE SEUNGYEON AND YUJIN WERE IN and then made her fall over with the soap and seungyeon acted like she was eating it in the middle of a bathroom

THE ROOM SEUNGHEE AND SORN WERE IN WITH THE YELLOW CHAIR (love putting her in yellow chairs i guess) nearly lighting her on fire seunghees face after makes me laugh lmao

THE DARK GREEN AND ORANGE.............................. Y E S

THAT ALL YELLOW ROOM ELKIE AND EUNBIN WERE IN and it contrasted with elkies bright pink dress and eunbins darker outfit my eyes feel so blessed™

THE DARK SCENE LIKE THEYRE IN A HAUNTED MANSION WITH THE FLASHING LIGHTS I LOVE-

I CANT EVEN DESCRIBE IT I JUST LOVE LOOKING AT THEM

(okay but that chair sorn was on only had one leg i just wanted to mention)

AKA I LOVE EVERY SCENE I LOVE THIS C H A O S™

T H E M

OKAY DENIM ON DENIM YOU DIDNT HAVE TO ATTACK ME LIKE THAT™ AND the construction boots????? really?????? in front of my carton of barbie heads?????? YOU ABOUT TO MAKE ME WORK FROM HOME????? why would you do this if you KNOW HOW I FEEL????? but................... thank you i owe yoU MY LIFE- maybe its just me but at the moment ive been really feeling more brighter things so this.................... is some good food and like i know theyre supposed to be menacing but those black outfits make them look like an all-female biker gang more than anything-

also LEGS™

you usually save the best for last HOWEVER SEUNGHEE a whole WOMAN™ SHE REALLY KILLED ME THIS TIME AROUND i mean is there a time she doesnt kill me lets be real FIRST OF ALL BLACK HAIR BUT ITS STILL THE SAME LENGTH THANK YOU that dark green dress just suits her SO well!!!!!!!!!! also i just love green SO CLASSY™ with the headband and black heels pls- THAT light blue denim on denim with black crop top with the little pony tail...................... at ease i LOVE that look on her so much i dont think yall understand!!!!!!! then the BLACK DRESS!!!!!!!!!! the shoulders out!!!!!!!!!!! the thigh high boots!!!!!!!!!! when she does that dance move with her hips her figure accentuated by her belt.................. at ease x2 (also that one second of a scene where shes smiling over her shoulder in the black outfit i just wanted to mention-)

yujin pls that pink plaid outfit with the pink heels with your purple beret youre sO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LISTEN that denim with the crop top jacket???? with the orange and pink twin braids I CANT SHE LOOKED SO GOOD WITH THAT OUTFIT ON AND THEN THE BLACK LEATHER (is it leather) and the little two BUNS ON THE TOP OF HER HEAD!!!!!!!! A LOOK™!!!!!!!!!! i just always always think shes just so cute but also so fierce????? it breaks my neck i dunno how to describe it i just really like her face????

SEUNGYEON BETTER LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE WITH THAT PINK AND GOLD TOP WITH THE BLACK SKIRT STUNTING WITH HER BEAUTIFUL TAN SKIN she looks so so SO GOOD with the short hair BUT LIKE i love that hairstyle in general so thats to the SURPRISE OF NO ONE shes wearing a darker blue denim but i cant understand the shirt??? is it a jacket wrapped around like a shirt??? so the black outfit with the leather shorts and then she threw the jacket at the camera like the Baddie™ she is................ thanks-

must you be so beautiful sorn??? the braids with the clips in the dark denim with the black crop top i cANT- THIS HAIR COLOR IS STUNNING ON HER I DUNNO HOW TO DESCRIBE THAT COLOR BUT IT LOOKS SO GOOD SHE IS SO FINE™ DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT YELLOW FIT WITH THE PLAID YELLOW BERET HOW COULD SHE LOOK SO GOOD WITH SO MUCH YELLOW ON????? that black outfit with the single bun on the top of her head and her hair is like super straight and the boots to her knees im SO-

yeeun you always kept your bob pls keep iT FOREVER- the one piece dark blue denim with that big green clip in your hair YOU MAY BE FIERCE BUT JUST LIKE YUJIN YOURE CUTE™ that red dress with the black heels and then they gave???? you extensions???? for your high pony tail with the black bow??? its cute but i mean i feel like that wasnt needed??? it wouldve looked great with just her short hair i dunno fashion FINALLY the last black outfit with the black hat and one glove and black boots that outfit HITS like pls punch me

DOES ELKIE JUST............... HAVE TO look like a princess?????? like she just always looks like a princess i cant explain it!!!!!!!!! SHE JUST FEELS SO PRINCESS-LIKE honestly i feel like its bc whenever they kinda make her hair wavy or something like that it just makes her more classy looking??? the denim two piece and her skirt is actually half light and half dark blue honestly thats a Look™ its cute!!! that hot pink dress with the one sleeve im HERE FOR IT!!!!!! PLS SHE LOOKS SO CLASSY!!!!! the black outfit is just a black dress BUT the black combat boots and her silver accessories like literally kill me with that hammer youre so stunning™-

so we agree that eunbin took that pink wig from jisoo right?? from ddu-du ddu-du?? jk but IM SO GLAD TO SEE HER MORE IN THIS MUSIC VIDEO!!!!!!!!!! WITH MORE LINES!!!!!!!!!! ANYWAY the light blue was fitted rather loosely but it still looked SO BOMB ON HER and her hair was so straight and that really made that whole Look™ that black dress with her kinda messy hair with combat boots while she was vacuuming elkies hair is an ABSOLUTE LEWK™ I LIKE IT A LOT!!!!! but seriously something about that pink bob is like............... im not sure if i like it??? i think i do??? the grey hat and fringe really pulls that whole look together honestly

tldr: *chefs kiss*

LIKE this was their style and sound of music i believe in the beginning and its nice to hear it again in a new way!!!! its fun and the instrumental even after listening to it so many times im still dancing along with it!!!!!!! i slept late as hell (bc yknow i had to watch this mv) and had to wake up hella early but I AM PUMPED FOR THE REST OF MY DAY!!!!! i mean like no which also barely hits three (3) minutes but im sure just like with no im not gonna mind that duration

IN CONCLUSION: MY MOOD WAS LIFTED TENFOLD LISTENING TO THIS I FEEL SO ALIVE NOW

[grailacademy]

Welcome To Grail Academy - Chapter Twenty-three: Between Youth

Voshkie sneezed into the patterned handkerchief he’d had folded neatly in his breast pocket. He should make a point to call the maid and have her clean all this dust and cobwebs in the archives hall once he returned to his office. When he ran his finger across the countertop of the abandoned reception desk, a visible trail showed the grime still left on the table. This portion of the city hall was built like a mausoleum, with file cabinets lining each wall and reaching all the way to the high ceiling. He had no interest in this place. It was old, empty, it reeked of rotted and moldy paper. People still used the archives hall from time to time, but only as often as one would use a library when one could just as easily look it up on a scroll. Voshkie pulled on the small chain attached to a desk lamp, and watched the yellowing source of light until a hand was placed on his shoulder.

“This way, sir,” Reed motioned, his hand sliding down the governor’s shoulder to straighten out the handkerchief Voshkie had haphazardly stuffed back into the pocket of his suit. Voshkie didn’t mind his associate’s unhealthy attention to detail; it was actually refreshing to him. Someone still cared about political manners. Voshkie followed Reed down through the maze of file cabinets, drawing further and further away from the light of the desk lamp. Their journey ended at an innocuous looking beige drawer, where Reed tugged the handle forward and handed off a series of manilla folders to the governor. “That is everything we’ve compiled on Kuro and the Hedge Witches,” Reed began, “I’m sure you’ve noticed how light the files are.”

Voshkie opened the files and skimmed over the smudged letters. Threat to the city….acts of terrorism….experimental narcotics….gene-splicing….grimm DNA….border control….stunting the growth of Calicem…. All the newspaper clippings and police reports were thin. None of them had the full story.

“This is all of it?” Voshkie closed the papers and waved the files above his head. “Every mention, name drop, crime report, sighting, everything?” He wanted to be sure. Reed nodded, clasping his hands together in front of his stomach. The files made their way to rest under Voshkie’s arm as he turned around and walked out of the archives hall. “Good.”

“KNOCK IT OFF, BLAINE!” A muscular woman with a red bandana tied around her head shouted, inserting herself in the middle of the brawl on the dance floor. Another beer bottle shattered on the floor when she shoved what seemed to be the instigator of the fight away from the rest of the bikers, dragging him out of the bar by the back of his jacket. He yelled out a few obscenities, clearly drunk, before stumbling out onto the sidewalk. “I’ll be back for you, dickheads!” he called out, “You’ll see!” The rest of the bikers simultaneously flipped him off, and the one standing in the center of the group, with perfectly quaffed hair, responded by hollering, “Eat shit, Blaine!” The woman slammed the door to the bar shut, and the bikers turned to laugh amongst themselves. The chaos of the space had died down, at least for now.  

Esmerelda made a motion with her hand, turning her finger in a circle, to signal that the trio should spread out and see what they could find. Nico skipped away to the bar while Bernard headed towards the jukebox. Esmerelda snapped her game face on, and approached the behemoth of a woman who had tossed the drunk biker out of the bar.

“Excuse me,” Esmerelda inquired with a honeyed tone as a slender finger tapped her shoulder, and the woman looked down at the girl the way a wolf looks at an injured deer. “You need something, honey?” The woman quipped.

“I was wondering if you had seen anything suspicious around here in the past few weeks?”

The woman laughed heartily, crouching down to meet Esmerelda’s eye level. “Honey, do you know where you are? You see the kinds of folks we get?” She motioned to the populous of the pub’s customers. “Suspicious activity is how I keep my job.”

Bernard watched the discs in the jukebox with an intense look. His finger continuously pressed the shuffle button on the machine that flipped one record to the next. Over and over, quickly, taking only milliseconds to read the title of the song, album, and artist. Standing in a corner, pressing a button. It was all he was capable of doing until he found an agreeable song. A man in a tan jacket looked up from his game of pool, the brim of his hat just low enough to hide his face. He set the cue down and snuck up behind Bernard, who jumped from the sudden contact. “You’re a long ways from home, ain’t ya?” He smiled warmly, ignoring the boy’s compulsive shuffling on the jukebox. Bernard was frozen, staring into the face of the man next to him.

“What are you-”

“-Wow, look at this! Such a stroke of good luck. Here I am, sent all the way from Vocatus to find you, and I thought I’d have to search the entire city. But I didn’t have to lift a finger! It’s as if the gods dropped you right into my lap.”

Bernard opened his mouth, but closed it again, clenching his jaw to stop himself from speaking. He looked around the bar, wary of the eyes that fell on him. He kept his back to the patrons, and spoke under his breath in a language he was sure nobody but the man next to him would understand, taking every precaution to keep their discussion hidden.

“Todavía tengo un mes.”

“Queremos asegurarnos de que está utilizando su tiempo en ese mes con prudencia. Y si me preguntas....” The man gestured to the sleazy bar they stood in, and then to the jukebox that Bernard had stopped methodically flipping through. “....Esto no parece ser un uso sabio del tiempo.”

“Estamos buscando a mi amigo.”

“¿Estamos?” The man tilted his hat up at the mention of other people, and his eyes searched the establishment until they fell on two people of similar age to Bernard, both standing out in the crowd. He sighed, “....Por qué no estoy sorprendido.” Bernard stood stiff as the man stroked his trimmed goatee.

“No me digas que realmente te preocupas por ellos.”

Bernard tried to bring himself to speak, but he was once again cut off. “No, claro que no-”

“No son la razón por la que estás aquí!” The man raised his voice, garnering attention from a few of the surrounding bikers and patrons. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and spoke in a low voice, “We sent you here to train, not to be in some cheesy after-school special.” The man pulled the brim of his hat down and buttoned up his jacket, preparing to leave. Before he disappeared into the night, he gave Bernard a word of warning. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint El Santo Diablo. He expects big things from you.” Now that he was alone again, Bernard hunched over the jukebox and tried to hide his anxious, frustrated wheezing by furiously flipping through the discs.

Night on the Grail Academy campus was strange. Especially for those who didn’t actually attend the school, like Lolanthe and Aurum, and the Herculean figure standing behind them in a large black cloak made from boarskin. As he stepped forward, the breeze blew under the flaps of his cape and partially revealed a sliver of something sparkly underneath. Lolanthe complained, “Does you really need to wear that?” The man grunted and flared his nostrils, the tusks of the boar pelt that functioned as a hood on his head shifting as he did.

Aurum ran his hand over his cleanly shaved head. “I don’t see a problem with it. Let the man play dress-up if he wants to,” He said, his thumb running along the side of the envelope he held. He looked over the blueprints: the school, the dorms, the arena, and the clocktower. Lolanthe snatched them out of his hands and inspected them herself, disgruntled. “This is why nobody takes us seriously.” They both looked back to the man who towered over them, his arms crossed and his expression hidden under the shadow of his hood. Then they returned their attention to the school whose lawn they stood on, uncomfortably silent with all of the students away on Winter break. “Let’s get this over with….”

Nico spun on the stool at the bar, his back against it with his elbows on the counter, spreading out as much as he could sitting between two other people. To one side, a man with a loose tie hanging off his neck sipped at his drink. To the other side, a young woman in a flowery dress chatted with the bartender. Nico leaned towards the man, sticking his chin out with a smirk.

“Hey there, gorgeous~”

“Hey.”

“Have you ever hooked up with a rock star?”

“....No?”

“Would you like to~?”

Nico waggled his eyebrows, the smirk on his face growing. The man rolled his eyes and shook his head, finishing his drink before standing up and leaving. Nico frowned for a moment in disappointment, but just as quickly as it fell, the sly smirk rose back across his cheeks, and he swiveled around to the other side to lean towards the woman.

“Hey there, gorgeous~” He was about to use the exact same pickup line, but the woman held up her hand to stop him. “Nope.” She huffed and walked away, leaving Nico in the dust.

Rejected. Twice. It knocked Nico down a few pegs, for sure. He sat alone at the bar, wallowing in his sadness until he heard the raucous laughs of the bikers who had been in the fight when he first entered the pub. They were cackling over some dirty joke that their leader had made, drinks spilling out of their glasses as they clapped while the leader combed and smoothed back his hair with a grin. A plan was brewing in Nico’s brain. They seemed like reliable sources! Maybe they had some information about Yorick’s whereabouts. He drifted over to the group and tapped the gang leader on the shoulder. The men fell silent and stared at Nico. Or rather, they stared at his fingertips grazing the precious leather of their leader’s jacket.

“Are you sure?” As Esmerelda interrogated, her bangs fell in front of her face. “There’s been no Boost deals here? Nothing?” The woman scratched the side of her head under the bandana, shrugging. “Not for a few months. Too many cops patrolling around the bar for anything to happen.” Esmerelda sighed, arms crossing over her chest as she tapped her finger against her forearm, thinking. The music bouncing in the background made the ice cubes on some of the drink glasses rattle, and she could feel the bass pulsing in her chest. “Very well. Thank you for your time….” She turned to walk away, but what the woman said next stopped Esmerelda in her tracks.

“You Grail kids been poking your noses around here a lot lately. I’d watch out if I were you.”

“Grail kids? Do you mean there have been other students in here recently?”

“Well, yeah….not many, mind you. But it’s easy to pick ‘em out in a crowd.”

“What did they look like?” Esmerelda lurched forward with intent, listening.

“There’s this tall girl who’s a regular here. Letterman jacket. Usually has a blue haired chick and a cat faunus following her around, sometimes a kid in a lab coat too. Buncha’ weirdos.”

“Anyone else you can remember?”

“Hm….I think, yeah. New one been tagging along with them, ponytail and goggles. Real fidgety.”

Esmerelda had to hide her glee as she shook the woman’s hand. “Thanks, you’ve been a big help.” She snaked away with a keen smile, slipping up to Bernard’s side, who was startled and hugged his shoulders to his neck when she arrived. “He was here,” She murmured, “With Queenie and the others.” Bernard nodded, and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a cacophony of hollers and grumbles that erupted from the group of bikers that formed a huddle on the dance floor. Nico stood at its middle.

“Boys, boys, boys! Please! No autographs, I’m a very busy man”, Nico tittered. One of the bikers shoved him in the shoulder, making him fumble backwards into the arms of another biker. This one shoved Nico back into the center of the huddle. “Listen here, ya gutterpunk,” the gang’s leader spoke out, combing back his hair into place, “Nobody touches Morado’s jacket. Nobody.” His goons repeated him with cackles, “Yeah, nobody! Morado’s king ‘round here!”

“Are you seriously talking in third person?” Nico raised a brow at Morado before turning to address his underlings, “And you guys let him do that?” Morado snarled at him. Nico threw his hands up and looked off to the side. “Jeez, you are a stereotype. But hey, I don’t judge! You do you. I can see you don’t want to answer any questions, I get it, I got it. Now, I’m part of a very famous and influential musical group, don’t bother looking us up, I’m sort of a celebrity.” Some of the bikers stepped backwards out of the huddle, not wanting to have to add assault and battery of someone famous to their criminal records. There was no humanly possible way to become more smug than Nico was at that moment, his smile stretching the corners of his mouth like rubber bands. “Yeah, that’s right, VIP coming through. So I’ll just squeeze past-” Nico began to slip through, but the biker’s hand that pushed his chest and thrusted him backwards stopped him. “Not so fast.”

Nico’s artificial smile quivered. “You’re in a band?” Morado glanced at the other two people standing by the jukebox. “Prove it. Play something.”

The sweat was starting to drip down the side of Nico’s face. He laughed nervously, “W-well, we don’t have our instruments, and we still have to do our vocal warm ups, uh-” Morado lifted Nico off the ground by his jacket collar. His arms flexed underneath his jacket sleeves, and Nico squeaked when he feld his feet swinging back and forth, a yard above the floor. “SING, LITTLE MAN!” The man roared in Nico’s face, shaking him. His goons closed the circle around them and whooped and cheered, excited to watch their boss in action. Nico swung his leg upwards like a hatchet, nailing Morado in the crotch with the heel of his boot. He let out a wail and dropped Nico to the floor, and the boy scrambled to his feet. Esmerelda and Bernard rushed to his side when he was assaulted, but Morado easily stepped between them once he recovered.

The gang leader cracked his knuckles with a menacing glare, the other bikers pulling out an array of weapons from their pockets and forming a wall behind their king. The reflections of their switchblades glinting in the overhead fluorescent lighting, Morado hissed, “See, Morado was just going to give you a quick pummeling and send you on your way. But now? Now, you’re dead meat.”

The music from the jukebox stopped. Esmerelda and Bernard pushed themselves past the barrier of bikers, and Nico braced for the impact of Morado’s fist in his face. But it never came. His clenched fist was raised in the air, his arm wound back and ready to launch, when the bouncer burst into the pub and yelled, “IT’S THE PIGS!”

Almost on cue, a drunkard sitting at the bar screamed out “SCATTER!” and threw the bottle of beer he was drinking from on the floor. The glass exploded like a small firecracker, and in a chaotic flurry, all of the bar’s patrons flew off in separate directions, breaking more bottles and flipping tables as they all made their escape before the police arrived. The biker gang dove through the exit in the kitchen, Morado warning the trio, “This ain’t over” before fleeing the scene. The lights flickered off. Esmerelda grabbed Nico by the arm and hefted him up, the three of them crawling out through the overhead window in the women’s bathroom.

“Great, now we have another enemy”,  Nico growled. Esmerelda brushed snow off her coat, the flakes sprinkling to the ground like powdered sugar, and she held up a finger in front of his face. “Correction. You have another enemy.”

Voshkie dialed a number on his scroll and listened to the dialtone. He stared into the embers that sizzled in his office fireplace, stoking it ever-so-slightly with a metal poker. He glanced down at the files in his hand. The building’s maid picked up the line. “Yes, Kelly? Could you to come in to the office early on monday? The Records Hall needs a good cleaning….yes, of course….yes…” Voshkie let the files fall into the fire, page by page, watching them turn black and disintegrate. Everything on Sable. Everything on the Hedge Witches. Everything that could compromise his position in office. “....Yes. That should be fine. Just make sure it gets taken care off. I have a mess of my own to attend to.”