#ah localization. i love you but also you change things that make stuff so much more hilarious

[vivid-wisp]

You know something really funny about this given we have the actual localization of TGAAC?

TGAA retroactively makes this scene infinitely more hilarious because now it could imply any of the following:

Herlock Sholmes was indeed a real person, but when people started writing parodies of Iris' stories, they changed it to Sherlock Holmes, AA's version of avoiding copyright

Phoenix is a dumbass who seriously forgot Herlock's actual name in-universe

He doesn't know his great great-grandfather worked with Herlock because I swear Phoenix WOULD know THE famous detective through Ryunosuke

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

@hammerhead96 I AM BITING THIS! I am so sorry it took 45 years <3

Anselm Vogelweide x gn!Reader • Rating: PG pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? • ask-travaganza masterlist •

Summary: You paint Anselm's portrait.

Warnings: Fluff, Anselm has siblings here, I'm just making stuff up, little bit of jealous!Anselm, kissing, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 2311

“Stop moving.” You glare politely at Anselm over the canvas.  

He smiles sweetly at you from his position on the chair in the middle of the room. The large floor length curtains are drawn, letting in the late morning sunshine. He’s sat at a slight three quarter angle, his scared side facing you. 

It had been his sister that had commissioned you, Adela Vogelweide, a gift for his birthday. The fact that she’d chosen you had surprised you. You knew she had enough personal wealth to hire practically anyone in the world for whatever exorbitant amount they wanted and still consider it small change. 

Adela had seen some of your pieces at a local gallery showing, the curator an old friend of yours, where she had quite loudly enquired about the price of your largest landscape. Paid three times the asking amount, and then said it was still undervalued. 

She had called you up personally after convincing your friend to let her use their phone. The first words she’d spoken to you when you picked up were, “Why are you underselling yourself?” 

Adela was brazen and kind, with a quick temper she had never directed at you. She dyed her hair black, something she delighted in telling you, except for two streaks that framed her face, those she kept in her natural grey. She had also delighted herself in telling you all about her older brother Anselm, and what a nuisance he was, a rapscallion, but a loveable one. And wouldn’t you be a dear and paint his portrait? 

This was your fourth sitting.

“You said I could move a little, my dear?” He gives you a cheeky grin. 

You poke your head around the canvas again, purposefully benign a little more dramatic than you truly need to be, because you know it amuses him. 

“Emphasis on a little.” 

His smile widens. “Am I moving too much?” He feigns innocence badly. 

You give him a look. “Yes. Stop fidgeting.” 

“My leg.” He pouts, and rubs his thigh. 

“Anselm.” 

“Yes, my dear?” 

“That leg is not the one with your brace on.” 

He chuckles and then quickly puts on a mock serious expression. “Can’t my other leg hurt? My, my, this is most uncaring of you, and here I thought you such a sweet person.” 

“Well, you thought wrong then, didn’t you?” You carry on painting, adding a little shading. Most of the sittings so far were just to get a feel for him as a subject. You’d completed several rough sketches and paintings, and taken umteenth reference photos. 

“I don’t think so, my dear, I’m a very good judge of character.” 

“Would you say that runs in the family?” You ask nonchalantly. 

“How so?” 

“Is Adela a good judge of character?” 

He pauses for a moment and then nods, “She is.” 

“She warned me about you.” You say offhandedly and Anselm cackles with glee.

“Did she?” 

“She did.” 

“How marvellous. Did she tell you I’m a wretched and depraved lust filled bloodthirsty tyrant?” 

You pause, “No.”

“What did she say?” He strokes his beard slightly.

“That you were cheeky.” 

He tuts. “Now, that is a gross misrepresentation, I will have to have words with her.” 

“Don’t get me in trouble.” You giggle. 

“Now, now, my dear. She’ll most likely tell me off for some reason, probably for my playful, but oh so charming treatment of you, wouldn’t you say?” 

You give him another look and he laughs. 

“You disagree?” 

“Stop fishing for compliments.”

“Ah, but I must. You haven’t said one kind thing to me all morning.” He folds his arms, pretending to huff. 

“First, that is untrue, second, stop moving.” 

He grins, “My apologies,” and puts his arms back down. “My dear Adela does love to scold me, despite being the younger sibling. You would think she was twelve years my senior, not junior… It is the different father I think.” He smiles fondly. 

“You have different fathers?” 

He nods, “You are enquiring about the surname yes?” 

You nod as well. 

“Well, my mother is Magdalena Vogelwiede, the only child of my grandfather who lived past infancy. She kept the family name and refused to change it when she married, not that any of her husbands would have dared to argue with her, besides all of them coveted the prestige of being part of the Vogelwiede family. All of her children were given her last name.”

“Do you have other siblings?” You ask, still holding your paintbrush but you have given up most pretences of actually working. The way he talked was almost hypnotic. Soothing. You could happily listen for hours. 

“I do, I had an older brother, Wilhelm, who died very young. When my father died, my mother remarried and had Adela and Helena. She divorced my step-father when Helena was two, shame, as I was quite fond of him. She didn’t marry the father of my youngest sister, Libeste. But that was a very good thing, he was a terrible bore.”

You smile, delighting in the fondness in his expression. “Is she still with us?” 

He nods, “She is, going very strong. She lives in Italy with her suitor, a toy boy.”

“Toy boy?” You snort. 

“He’s only sixty eight.” He chuckles. 

“Scandalous.” You grin. 

“I like him very much, his name is Alvin, like the chipmunks. Which is what he said to me the first time I met him, a very sweet man, utterly besotted with my mother, the poor fool.”

“The poor fool?”

“She bullies him so,” Anselm sighs fondly, “But he does love it. So I think they are meant to be with each other.” 

You barely manage another five minutes of painting before Anselm has to take an emergency meeting. He apologises profusely and kisses your hand when you leave. You do your best to hide your giddiness when his lips touch your skin.

The following Thursday you’re back at his house, mansion, just about to get out of your car when your phone rings. Adela. 

You press accept. “Hello, Adela.” 

“My darling, how are you? Are you well?” Her voice practically purrs on the other end of the phone.

“I’m good, you?” 

“Fine, fine, listen, I am having a small get together tomorrow night, I will send a car for you. Yes?” 

“I,” You pause, ever so slightly taken aback. “Well…”

“You are free of course?” 

“Well, I was going to work on the portrait-”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, you have plenty of time, I understand art works can take years.”

“I don’t think it’ll take me years, I mean-”

“See? You are already ahead of schedule then my darling, 8pm the car will come. It’s a small thing, barely a hundred people, casual dress. And I mean it, wear jeans and a t-shirt if you want, or nothing at all.”

You open your mouth to speak and close it again as she continues.

“I simply must introduce you to my son. Anyway, see you then, ciao!” 

She hangs up before you can even say a word. 

You’re setting up in the ground floor study when Anselm comes in. His expression is stormy, you would almost say bleak if it wasn’t for the hard look in his eyes. 

He sits on the chair without his usual exuberance, muttering a quiet “Good morning.” 

You pause, still setting up your easel. Part of you isn’t sure if you know him well enough to ask about what’s bothering him, even though he’s been nothing but forthcoming and charming with you. You swallow down your anxiety.

“Are you okay?” 

“Hmm,” he nods and doesn’t look at you.”Perfectly well.” 

You bite your thumbnail nervously, but don’t ask again. You set up the rest of your equipment in silence. 

The quiet is odd. You realise you’re so used to hearing him talk, to being swept up in his tales that now the room seems hollow and barren without them. Cold and sterile. The grandfather clock in the corner ticks loudly, echoes sickeningly. 

Nothing seems to be going quite right, your colours are wrong, the shape irregular. 

You’ve been working for around twenty minutes when Anselm finally talks. 

“Has my sister invited you yet?” He’s a little gruff, a huff in his voice.

“I’m sorry?” You look up from your work.

“Invited you… to her gathering tomorrow?” 

“Oh, erm,” You stumble over your words, the hard look he gives you is practically alien, so unlike his usual smiles. “Yes, she called me just as I got here.” 

Anselm’s expression hardens. For a moment you don’t think he’s going to speak again. “She wants you to meet David, her eldest.” 

You pause, not sure if you should reply, but you do anyway. “Yeah, erm, she mentioned it briefly… not that I really got a word in.” You laugh weakly, maybe he was annoyed at how long it was taking you to start on the painting? “Honestly, I was planning on working on your portrait, but I didn’t really get a chance to refuse the invitation.” 

He hums again, sighing and slumps down a little in his chair. “He got divorced last year, you know?” 

It takes you a full minute to realise he’s talking about David. 

“Clean break, his ex-wife was very reasonable. No children.” He sighs again, “A perfectly eligible bachelor.” He runs his hand through his hair, pushing his curls in a completely different direction. 

“Anselm,” you tut, briefly forgetting the tense atmosphere, you walk around the easel and towards him, your hand outreached to fix his hair before you catch yourself. You stop, pausing right in front of him.

He looks up at you with soft eyes. “I apologise, my love. I did not mean to disrupt your work with my bad mood.” 

“It’s alright,” you smile slightly, “We all get annoyed.” 

“I’m sure you are rapturous in anger, all dragon fire and destruction.” 

You snort. “I am not.” 

He smiles and leans forward, pressing his head towards your hand. “I am sorry I disturbed my hair.” 

“It’s fine,” you lightly run your fingers through his curls, careful not to catch or pull as you move it back into its previous style. You motion for him to sit back so that you can position the last few rogue strands. You touch his hair for a little longer than absolutely necessary, swallowing as you press your fingers deeper. 

Anselm breathes in deeply, closing his eyes for a second and presses closer to your touch. 

“Is your nephew getting engaged or something, does Adela want me to paint a portrait of him too? Is that why I’m invited?” You ask innocently as you finally adjust his hair to your liking. You drop your hand to your side, a little disappointed that you no longer have a reason to touch him.

He opens his eyes slowly, staring up at you with a small frown. “My sweet, are you being serious, or pulling my leg? Because if it is the latter, I must say it is poor form considering my injury.” He motions a little dramatically to his brace.

“What?” You shrug a little, trying to work out what the hell he’s on about.

A small smile pulls at his lips when he realises you are being sincere. “My dear Adela wants to set you up with David, tomorrow is a formal introduction of sorts.” 

You pause, a little dumbfounded and Anselm chuckles. 

“My, the look on your face, you do not seem pleased.” He, however, is the happiest you have seen him all morning. 

“Here,” Anselm stands, “I’ll get my assistant to bring you a photo of David,” the tease in his voice is undeniable. “So that you may gaze about the face of your future beloved.” 

You finally find your voice. “Anselm.” You scold.

He grins wickedly, turning to face you fully. “I do love it when you use that tone with me, my sweet. Admonishing me does suit you.” He steps a fraction closer, raising his hand to lightly brush your cheek with the tips of his fingers. “I would happily die a thousand deaths to be under your thumb.” 

You swallow. “I don’t want you to die a thousand deaths… or be under my thumb.” You say softly, trying to say that you want him safe and alive and of his own strange but endearing free will.

But Anselm’s expression falls and he lowers his hand, mistaking your words for rejection. “I apologise again-”

Panic grips your chest and you blurt out the first thing that comes into your head. “But you can be under me if you want… as in…” Heat rolls over your face and you screw up your eyes. 

He laughs happily, stepping closer again so that you are chest to chest. He lightly traces your bottom lip with his thumb. “May I kiss you, my love?” 

With a giddy rush of energy, you lean forward and press your mouth to his in a soft, sweet kiss. Anselm moans happily, wrapping one arm around you. When you break the kiss he leans his forehead against yours. 

“Please forgive my foul mood earlier, I was… distressed.” 

“Why?” You tease, a sugar rush of happiness overtaking you. 

“Because I thought you were going to spend the rest of your days riding my nephew instead of me.” 

You snort, unable to stop yourself, and quickly cover your mouth with your hand. 

“Oh no, please, let me hear you laugh.” He gently takes your wrist and litters your cheeks with kisses, until you’re giggling uncontrollably. 

“Well, I’ll have to let Adela know there’s no need for me to go tomorrow.” 

Anselm tuts and raises an eyebrow, “I don’t think so, my love, I think it will be much more exciting to turn up on my arm and then proceed to make out messily on every available surface.” 

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[wardensantoineandevka]

ah, there's the DA fandom I remember.... honestly, and I probably shouldn't be saying anything about it, especially not this long a post, but I love to yap, like this whole world state discourse rn is so funny to me, someone who doesn't even remember most of the choices being lamented over and their consequences. like, I feel like this discourse is disproportionately fans who remember everything and are super attached to all their PCs.

and, I think it's completely valid to feel upset that these choices don't carry over in a meaningful way or don't affect the new game significantly. but, like, I do also very much understand the writers saying that they didn't want to make every single player mark off a high number of choices they don't have (or don't remember) the full context for, only to have that choice affect like five lines of flavor text overall. i know that WAS super fun and meaningful to many, but speaking for myself, making me go through a whole checklist just to change some minor stuff that doesn't really factor in is a bit tedious.

when they say that, they're not just talking about new players, that also includes casual players who have been here for over ten years too, people who didn't quite like some of the other games, or people who simply don't remember what any of this means.

I totally understand what they mean about "if we're going to port it over, it ought to actually matter." I also totally understand the thing about like, a lot of the choices don't actually affect northern Thedas and many that do in an abstruse political way, they're not really relevant for Rook (who isn't a political player of that level) or even the companions and other characters (who seem way more local and organizational politics or their primary concerns aren't at the level of The Grand Political Game).

like, again, it's valid to feel stung or disappointed, but it is kinda funny to me all of the outrage (typical of this fandom) and all of the "they're saying fuck you to all the longtime fans" as someone who has also been a fan for a long time and reacted to this with "oh thank god, i don't remember what most of these story points were anyway"

[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

In Sickness And In Health (A Dio Brando x Self/Insert) Fanfic

inspired by the lovely @chaos-4baby ‘s suggestion! 🧡🧡🧡

I stifled a cough, trying to get ready for the day as my tired self stared back in the long bathroom door’s mirror. Every muscle in my body ached and felt cold. Dio had gone out on our weekly errands. I would’ve joined him… but I hadn’t been expecting to feel this bad. So I pretended to just be sleeping in later. I’d never been sick since dating Dio Brando. In all honesty? I was worried he’d see it as a sign of my mortality and that it would remind him of my human weakness. I shook my head, another coughing fit coming on.

Stumbling back to bed I collapsed on my side of the king sized mattress, groaning. I hated being sick. I felt so helpless. Our cat “Lydia” hopped up by my chest and settled there purring with concern. “Is it that obvious?” I asked. “If you know I’m sick, Dio definitely will know.”

“And what if I do?” I heard Dio’s voice from the doorway behind me.

I cursed. “I uhhhh….” I started scrambling for a way to explain that I was ‘just joking’ or ‘not really that sick’ but my brain felt slow and weak with exhaustion. So I just stayed silent. This was it. There was no way Lord Dio was going to put up with a sick human. All my doubts were creeping in. I watched him carrying a bag of supplies he had picked up at the local stores towards the side of the bed. Dio set it on the nightstand. He sat at the edge of the bed. I squeezed my eyes shut waiting to be scolded for being an inconvenience. I could remember my last boyfriend’s words when I had a fever. Then I felt Dio’s hand on my forehead. Was he…. Checking my temperature?

“You’re burning up.” He commented.

I opened my eyes. “Don’t worry I’m… fine.” I lied. “By the way, you never told me why you were going to the store? Didn’t we go shopping for food and stuff recently? I thought we were stocked up for at least a few weeks.”

Dio laughed lightly. God I loved that sound. “You were coughing in your sleep all last night, my sweet. I was simply getting supplies at the local drugstore. They have a good selection of medicine for colds and coughs.” He paused, his amber red eyes shining with mischief. “Can’t have my princess feeling under the weather.”

“I—- I don’t know what to say….” I whispered.

“Thank you Dio-sama, how can I ever make it up to you my lord?” Dio mimicked playfully, grinning.

“Thank you Dio-sama—“ I started.

“You’re very welcome.” He replied, tucking the dark velvet duvet around my shivering body. Getting up, he started pulling things out of the shopping bag and setting them on the nightstand. Cough medicine and tissues, a thermometer, vanilla honey flavored throat lozenges (how did he know my childhood favorite lozenge flavor???), and a heating pad. “These should help. At least, that’s what the man behind the counter told me.” He said, then muttered something about medicine changing so much since the 19th century.

I smiled, giggling weakly. “Well duh…” I teased. “We don’t prescribe opium and crushed lice for colds. We also don’t bleed people with leeches.”

Dio sighed. “Ah yes, those were the days.”

How could I ever have doubted Dio? Maybe it was his cocky exterior and lack of connection to his humanity…. But look at him now, taking care of me. I watched him undress, changing into his monogrammed robe. He climbed into bed with me, pulling me close. I started opening my mouth to protest (forgetting for a second he couldn’t catch human illnesses), then, upon remembering, tucked myself up against him. ‘You know you’re sick when your vampire boyfriend emits more heat than you do’ I thought, grimly.

For the next week, Dio Brando stayed in bed with me, only getting up to fetch me things from the medicine supply or grab a new book to read to me. He even sang me to sleep, his majestically smooth voice lulling me into a gentle slumber. Slowly but surely I recovered.

And when I did, let’s just say I definitely made it up to him, in the way my man loves best. I took an extra week off from my novel writing as a special thank you, spending the entire week in bed having sex with him.

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[windvexer]

A) your "the gods fucking suck sometimes" post came across my dash at a really good time in my own practice, which I feel like so many of your posts do, Chicken, and thank you for that.

B) i don't really engage with the witchcraft community except for lurking, so I guess who am I to talk, but i'm really becoming frustrated with the amount of beginner-friendly stuff on this website that tells people that 'everything they've heard about witchcraft is wrong so don't worry.' I wonder whether it comes from a place of fear deep-set within witches from a, well, Christian society of being seen as something they're not - and I don't imagine it's necessarily malicious, rather it comes from a place of comfort within their craft (ah, well I haven't suffered for years, so nobody else possibly could!) and a personal effort to distance themselves from an ingrained stereotype of witchcraft, which results in downplaying a lot of the things that align with that........

Regardless of intention people learn from that, become more experienced themselves, and when that leads to dismissing the experience of your fellow practitioners/assuming your craft and aspects of it are universal that's going well overboard

A) I am glad to hear it was helpful :)

B) At this point in time I'm not even talking about like, tricksters (and when people say that, I think they just mean "liars," the trickster archetype really needs a new PR team), demonolatry, or evil gods. I'm talking about regular, normal witchcraft!

People can have beautiful, fulfilling paths that are never dangerous, and then decide to deepen their connection by entering into intense ritual work with a local spirit for a year. And that work becomes demanding, and exhausting, and they have to make sacrifices to maintain it. And sometimes they ask if it was really the right choice.

It's not just about danger! It just sucks sometimes!

I had a tumultuous few early years of witchcraft, but even now when my path is feeling so much more comfortable and fulfilling and really like my true home, I still have responsibilities. Do I want to go to sabbat every 28 days? No! I'm lazy! I want to play Sims 4!

But I can't stop going, because I need to go. Because I love my spirit family. Because it's a part of me finding my true home in this world. I need those things.

It's just also sometimes a chore. You know?

I have spells I need to upkeep for my life to go how I want it to go. I have to take care of them. It can be tedious. Sims 4 has horses now. You know? It's 110 degrees outside. I don't want to walk around the property giving myself a sinus headache from the dust, checking on wards. But what else am I gunna do?

I'm not saying that the two modes are "safe" and "dangerous." I'm just saying, witchcraft can be burdensome. And not everyone is in a position where they can "just change it."

So yeah. I'm not trying to be on a "witchcraft is hella dangerous for real" rant. My rant is more like...

If this is a genuine faith that can carry people through decades of life, and we believe we are truly interacting with entities that have their own personhood and agendas, then from time to time things are going to get hard for some people.

That from time to time, developing those relationships will be difficult and require sacrifice. If we believe this is a faith that can allow people to work to modify their lives, then at times it will be work and feel like hard work and be something that a practitioner can't wait to be done with, because not only does Sims 4 have horses, it also has llamas that you can pet.

And pretending that can't happen, or always blaming the witch when things go badly ("just change! if you don't like your path, modify it! it's anything you want it to be! such-and-such spirits are always benevolent/will never hurt you/will never mislead you!"), isn't a service to anyone.

Idk. The more I talk about this the more I feel like my entire point is "witchcraft is just kinda like real life, it has its ups and downs." Which I could have just said that one sentence this morning and not have had to type all this lmao.

[novemberthecatadmirer]

CAUTION: extremely OOC horrible doomed ship

So yeah I do ship consensual Aredhel/Eol. Which means horribly ooc headcanons miles away from actual canon

Because I think it's more interesting that way

(That's a cursed sank ship)

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The idea of two social outcasts from different cultures each exiled themselves from their safe & prospering cities met each other in the wild. Yet Love itself is not enough. Two people cannot live forever in a dark forest blissfully away from all the troubles of the outside world and all the troubles they carried themselves.

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The way I ooc-headcanon characters:

Aredhel: Bad Boi TM, boundary what boundary, run away with me to a grand life-changing road trip, honey this mushroom is amazing it made me see Lady Nessa dancing for 3 days

Eol: the local mentally-instable witch hiding in the woods, would love to stay alone making sharp things thank you very much, for fuck's sake that mushroom is poisonous how did you survive

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I think Sindar elves in Doriath had really different words to say about their relationship... Something like "This suspicious Noldor woman came out of nowhere and ignored each and every layers of stranger-repellent enchantment and broke right into our best sword-smith's house. Then our lord who vocally hated Noldor kinslayers is now living with this sister of kinslayer (possibly a kinslayer herself!) and having picnics-under-stars. WTF is there some wicked Valinor enchantment going on with our poor mentally-vulnerable smith or something."

Ah also "Why the fuck is she dressed in all white also there's suspiciously few stain for a traveler. That's a trap right there"

Then one day they just disappeared to the north! Like, the whole political disaster for Thingol. Asked Fingolfin and the Noldor king knew nothing heard nothing. Defection? Abduction? Assassination?

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(Somehow I headcanon Aredhel to be like... the Sun. So many people looked at her and wanted to be picked by her. Especially the broken ones, who believed they could be fixed by her light. But she fixed no one; she burnt stuff. Like Silmaril but more lively and more aggressive)

[eyecicles]

Since Breaking Bad is now a topic in the fandom I wanted to ask how similar Light and Walter are in your opinion?

That question doesn’t have an easy answer. So let’s compare them:

Similarities:

-- They were both meant to be relatively good people in the beginning (yes, I know some people disagree, but this is specifically about what their creators said about them), but then something happened that made them the worst versions they can be of themselves. Neither of them were flawless at any point, but let's not forget that people aren't just doomed to be either all good or all bad. It's all about the decisions we make (+ random stuff that happens to us). That's exactly what I like about DN and BB, by the way—you can see that if things went a little differently, both protagonists could have turned out alright.

-- At the beginning, they do horrible stuff for—seemingly—noble reasons. I know, I know: they also greatly enjoy being on top, making people do what they want them to do, and taking down powerful, smart people. But I don't think they knew how much they would like that right from the beginning. The desires to change the world or financially secure one's family aren't fake, just because they are also power-hungry.

-- They also both think (know, in Walter's case) they're going to die soon. It's often overlooked that Light wrote so many names in the Death Note before Ryuk showed up, because he thought Ryuk was going to take his soul. He wanted to make a difference in the world before that happened. So they're both driven by a sense of urgency. Cancer and Ryuk aren't the same thing, of course, but honestly? Ryuk as a metaphor for a terminal illness could be quite interesting.

-- Both are extremely smart and they know it. They aren't just book smart, either, but know how to plan ahead, creatively work around obstacles, and accurately predict their enemies next moves. They're sly and resourceful.

-- They look down on other people for being less smart, less controlled or less proactive. And while Light is the one with the outright sexist thoughts, I think Walter's treatment of Skyler is partly sexist as well. He doesn't respect her autonomy, dismisses her concerns and ideas unless things get dire, confines her, and, of course, assaults her at one point. While he treats other people worse, you can't help but notice that what he puts her through resonates with many women in unhappy relationships. In any case: they're both quite arrogant and don't care much about other people's perspectives.

-- Their partners in crime (Misa and Jesse) are less brainy than them (sorry), more impulsive and emotional, and regularly get them into precarious situations.

-- Both have a member of their family on a task force meant to hunt them down. And both use that fact for themselves. Ah! They also see them die right in front of their eyes and are partly to blame for that.

-- They are seen as too nice and upright to ever do crimes of that calibre throughout most of the stories.

-- Pride plays an important role for both. Their enormous egos aren't apparent to the people around them, but you can still see it even when they put on an act.

-- Thinking about it, they also went through something similar regarding their first murders. It was more deliberate in Walter's case, but also not actively malicious but a form of self-defence. How they became murderers against their will certainly was part of what made them go down a dark path.

-- And although they become practically monsters, both are still willing to risk losing for the sake of someone they love (Sayu in Light's case, mostly Jesse in Walter's case).

-- Fun aliases: "Kira" and "Heisenberg"

-- Both like khaki pants...

Differences:

-- Breaking Bad has no supernatural elements. It feels less grand, but more personal. Kira attempts to dominate the entire world, while Heisenberg is a more local problem.

-- Light is popular; he has conventionally good looks, is athletic, and people expect a lot from him. Walter is more seen as a pushover, little more than an, albeit very smart, high school teacher.

-- This is why Light is very confident right at the beginning, while Walter feels completely out of his element. He also makes more obvious mistakes than Light. (I have to mention here yet again that a lot of what people commonly see as a mistake on Light's part was actually deliberate, like letting the entire world know that Kira exists or letting L know that he has connections to the police).

-- Walter comes to fully embrace his crimesona, while Light fights to change the world's perspective of Kira as a just God. Heisenberg is meant to be an intimidating drug lord—Kira is meant to be justice.

-- You know, Misa and Jesse have kinda similar roles, but their dynamics with Light and Walter respectively are almost opposite. Light is forced to work with Misa, has to act as her romantic partner and sees her as easily replaceable, while she practically worships him. But Walter approaches Jesse, has to regularly persuade him into helping him, and they're at the beginning openly hostile towards each other. And it's debatable what Walter thinks of Jesse in the end, but he regularly saves and protects him, even after he no longer "needs" him. (Not all that relevant, but I just realised that Mikami and Saul are polar opposites.)

-- Light pretty much ignores that Ryuk tells him he's the one who will kill him in the end, while Walter is quick to accept his eventual-too-early death. Light doesn't even take the Shinigami Eyes deal, because he wants to live as long as possible, while Walter wants to die at several points. He's in general much more miserable than Light.

-- Their endings are also pretty different. Walter roughly knew what was going to happen, attempted to make some amends, and did one last kinda noble thing before he died. Light died humiliated after his plan went completely wrong. Anime!Light's death is more similar to Walter's. At least they both got to be completely honest about who they are + their motivations right before they die.

-- There's also one important element in Breaking Bad that Death Note lacks: Walter constantly tries to save his relationships with his family, both before and after they knew what he's doing. Light manages to keep being Kira a secret from his family forever. Light isn't as conflicted, and certainly never has to fight for his family's affection.

-- Light being a young guy and Walter being in his 50s gives them pretty different outlooks from the get-go. It wouldn't surprise me if a teenaged Walter was a bit more like Light. But yeah, Light has his entire life ahead of him and wants to take on the entire world, while Walter wants to do something exciting, something that makes him feel alive before he dies.

-- Breaking Bad also doesn't have someone like L: the one true antagonist who plays a part in the protagonist's downfall even after his death. It gives Death Note a specific atmosphere. Walter doesn't have a nemesis that matches and contrasts him in equal parts, because his story is more about his family and knocking criminals down to take their place. Hank and Gus sometimes fulfil a similar role, but they're still not comparable to L (or Near).

[monsterwithasweater]

Monster Replays The Truthful Route: Part 3

Will Ryo live? Will Ryo die? Only the affinity decides.

Warning: Here be spoilers! Read at your own risk!

OMGZORZ KAITO AND MIU SPOTTED

It could just be me, but the localization of Miu's dialogue feels wonky here.

Miu: And sure, maybe we got lost somehow, but don't you think that's kind of exciting?

Kaito: Exciting? What is wrong with you?

CYCLONEMOOOON!!! 😍😍😍

Ah, yes, my favorite magic trick; the Mysterious Disappearing Miu!

I remember being on Facebook after about 5,000 years, and I saw a really sexist comment against Saki in regards to the seperate rooms scene. Oh, don't you just love the smell of sexism in the morning? It smells like turds!

Also lol at Agumon and Labramon thinking that that deviant means something that changes from one thing to another XD

Lopmon: No! Don't do that! Can't you read the room?

Agumon: The room!? How? You can read rooms!?

Ryo's just like me fr.

Aoi: ...I'm having a hard time staying calm. I know I need to relax more, but...

Aoi again: It's like how I always blank out on tough questions.

Wow, Aoi's also just like me fr.

I really like seeing Saki and Shuuji interacting with each other. Kinda wish we got to see more of their dynamic.

Minoru: The truth is I've got a rotten personality. I get along just to get by. It's nothing to be proud of.

What is it with these characters and being just like me fr?

Lopmon: I went to get some nuts...

No, Monster. Don't laugh. That's not the kind of nuts Lopmon is talking about. Be mature here...

*wHEEEZE*

Saki: It's funny, though. Talking with you feels like talking to myself, Floramon. It's weird.

I like how, even this early on in the game, you still get hints that the kids and their partners are connected in some way (well, besides the totally obvious evolution stuff, but you get what I'm trying to say, right?).

Saki: Whatever happens is gonna happen. What matters is how we act when it happens, right?

I now have yet another Gomamon! :D

Agumon: Oh, right! A RAY-dee-yo TA-WAH!

Agumon again: I wanna be super big, just like that bridge!

AGUMON WHY ARE YOU SO PRECIOUS????

If I'm gonna be 100% honest here, if I were stuck in an alternate dimension with weird creatures that could kill me at any moment, I'd probably be just as uncooperative as Ryo (not to mention the fact that I absolutely hate working in groups in general).

Kaito: Stop lying, I know you're a monster in disguise!

The Digimon! More than meets the eye! The Digimon! Monsters in disguise!

Omgzorz Dracmon?

Random thing I noticed: In Part 3, there's a big deal about Miu losing her purse and the 'Unfamiliar Woman' having it, while in Part 4, the purse isn't mentioned at all, and Miu is already shown having it.

Floramon: Hahaha, that's a funny face you're making, Saki! It's all scrunched up!

Have I ever mentioned how much I love how Minami Takahashi voiced Saki?

Something I noticed: If you choose to believe Kaito, he will smile a little before getting pissed at everybody.

Dracmon joined the party! :D

Haru: Hey, what do you think that cloud looks like?

Miyuki: A... cloud.

Haru: Then how about that one?

Miyuki: A... cloud.

Haru: This rock sure looks weird.

Miyuki: Yeah... weird.

Haru: What's it look like to you?

Miyuki: A... rock.

Minoru: Well, just look at Ryo. He seems to have warmed right up to her.

Ryo, clearly not the right person to be used as an example: Mommy... Hehehe...

(Taking a picture because I'm too lazy to type down the whole thing. Probably gonna do that more often.)

I find it interesting that Kaito says that Miu used to be 'just like that.' I think it gives more insight into Miu's character (or, at the very least, how Kaito thinks of her), and it also serves as fuel for my Miu-Miyuki friendship headcanons >:3

Another thing I find interesting: While on the cable car, Shuuji says that everybody should try to stay alert, while Lopmon just flat out says that they hate heights.

I really wish that we got to see Dracmon's evolution scene to Sangloupmon, but then that would mean that we wouldn't get such masterpieces like this.

Kaito: Can I trust you, BoltBoutamon?

BoltBoutamon: Of course, Kaito... This power... I wield it for your sake!

Putting the entire Harmony route aside, this conversation is oddly wholesome. I'm just glad that, this time around, BoltBoutamon is 100% Dracmon (and probably won't kill Kaito and the Professor, either!).

It's also similar with Aoi and Plutomon!

Aoi: Plutomon... I can... trust you, can't I?

Plutomon: Of course, Aoi... I am your ally.

Anyways, I actually really like the battle conversations the Survive gang has with each other and their Kemonogami.

Love it when the traumatized teenager has a mental breakdown.

Shuuji: Ow! You didn't have to hit me!

And if he lives, he'll do it again!

Ryo（πーπ）

I'm probably the only person that actually likes Cyclonemon.

Vegiemon: My strength matches what's in your heart!

Also Vegiemon: *main attack has them through their shit*

Man, if I didn't relate to Ryo before, I certainly do now...

Thanks to the power of friendship, cool monsters, and tackling, Ryo lives! Hooray!

Unfortunately, the threat of death still looms over Takuma and his friends. Will they survive? Will they ever make it out of this strange world? Find out next time on Digimon: Digital Monsters!

(Except they aren't really all that digital. And if you're reading this, you either already know what happens next, or you're getting a hell of a spoiler.)

(Consider yourselves lucky that I didn't make a Kemono Monsters joke like last time.)

[bbyquokka]

I’m sorry, I love you

💔 pairing: Lee Know & f!reader

💔 genre: angst (break up)

💔 synopsis: lee know adopted a new lifestyle, leaving you exhausted and causing you to leave him. Months later, you rekindle. 

💔 warnings: explicit language, drunk, slight mentions of sex, feelings of heartbreak, upset, reader struggling to do every day stuff.

💔 words: 2.7k

💔 a/n: idk what to say tbh. i wanted to write a little bit of angst so tada! i have a few ideas in my notes on my phone for each of the members that i will come to soon tm. this fic is the only one thats angst rn so i wanted to get that out off the way, lol. ive come to the conclusion that i suck at writing endings and dialog 😶 I have one more fic that i will be posting in a few days. its someone birthday coming up so theres a big hint of who is next.🤐  also, thank you all for the love on Stormy Night! i wasnt expecting such a positive response so ty all for the likes, reblogs and hello to my new followers. I hope you will all continue to like my content. Feedback is welcome, If ive missed anything in the warnings, lmk!!  ty all so so much and enjoy! 🥰

💔: master list

since you was little, you always dreamed of having a perfect relationship. You saw them all the time, on tv, in magazines, in books. the male would make the female swoon with various actives and words. watching the perfect couples meet and rekindle their love for one another made you want something like that.

entering your teen years, you dated various people, some from the opposite sex, some of the same, it didn't matter to you, you was curious and on the hunt for that fairy-tale dream of yours. to your disappointment, neither of them filled that desire buried deep within. you was close to giving up, entering early adulthood, before one trip to your local café changed your life forever.

you finally met 'the one'. he made you feel like you was a princess, his everything. he did everything that you saw and read. you went on spontaneous dates, he'd surprise you with gifts, pamper you and tell you many sweet things that made your heart flutter and fill your stomach with butterflies. over time, you fell madly and deeply in love with him. After all this time, you finally thought you met the one, you could end this endless search for Mr. Perfect and live happily ever after, just like in the movies. However, this fairy-tale was destined to be doomed.

Wednesday morning, 1:20am. you was wide awake, sitting at the dining table, picking and shuffling your food around with your fork. Your shared apartment was dimly lite with a few lamps and candles that rested in their holders on the dining table. A bottle of half empty red wine stood next to it, with two wine glasses, one half full whilst you was on your third or fourth glass. the table was decorated with fake rose petals, both plates of food untouched and stone cold. You was dressed in your best dress, hair done up and face decorated with make up. You sighed, putting your fork down and lifting the glass to your lips, sipping your wine, the rim of the glass stained with your lipstick. looking over at the clock, you bit your lip, anger slowly pooling and working its way up.

your apartment door opened, laughter filling the not-so-silent apartment. you clenched your jaw, putting down your glass as your lover made his way to the living room.

"(Y/N)!! Where are youuuuu." He sang and laughed more, making his way to the dining room. "Ah! there you are!" much to your displeasure, you looked up at him, rolling your eyes. unfortunately, this scene wasn't new to you, in fact, it started to happen on a daily basis since he got introduced to some new friends.

"You're drunk. again." you replied coldly, face showing no emotions as you looked at him.

"Uh, yeahh. just a bit." he giggled, childishly. he looked around, noticing the dining table and the food. "What's the special occasion?"

You scoffed, standing up from your seat. "you seriously don't know what the date was? what we planned on doing?" Minho scratched his head, pretending to think before saying it was Wednesday and that yesterday was Tuesday. you clenched your jaw once again, tongue in cheek.

"You're such an idiot, Minho. you seriously don't remember what we planned, what the date was. what YOU promised to me?" Minho looked at you blankly, blinking several times before shrugging. you ran your fingers through your hair, you could feel your body getting hot with anger.

"Anniversary Minho. it was our fucking anniversary and you promised me that we would do something together!" he continued to blink, giving you the indication that he didn't care.

"okay. and?" you looked at him in disbelief.

"and?! is that all you have to say to me? not even a sorry or even a fucking excuse? you could act like you cared!" Minho sighed in annoyance, becoming sober pretty quickly once he realised that you two was going to have yet another argument.

"Look. its just another day. no big deal. we will do something tomorrow if that'll make you happy. damn, you never let me do anything anymore. you're so suffocating sometimes, (Y/N)" he tutted. you felt hot tear welling up in your eyes. blinking furiously to stop them from falling, you felt your heart shatter into a million and one pieces.

"I don't let you do anything?! you're delusional and thick, Minho! the past months, I've let you get away with bullshit like this. Numerous plans we made together, forgotten because of this frat boy lifestyle you suddenly have! You'd rather be with them than with me?"

Minho shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, because they're fun and i have a swell time with them. you - you just suck the life and energy out off me with your constant nagging. you only come to me for my dick anyways"

you laughed, walking up to him, suddenly feeling a wave of confidence flow through you. you looked him dead in the eyes.

"Please Hun. Your dick isn't that great. i get more pleasure with a plastic toy than with that -" you gestured towards his dick before continuing "thing." Minho erupted into fits of giggles.

"Good joke, (Y/N). but we both know who's name you're crying out when i fuck you raw. anyways, you would never leave me."

"Wouldn't i? and why is that?" you raised your brow.

"A, you love my cock too much, no matter how many times you deny it. you'll keep running back to me just for me to fuck that pussy of yours. and B, you don't have the balls to leave me." he crossed his arms across his chest, thinking he won and got the upper hand.

you, on the other hand, scoffed, before turning on your heal towards your bedroom. you picked your already packed bag and made your way to the door. Minho was watching you and as soon as he saw your bag, his face fell.

"wait, where are you going??" he rushed to you, panicked, as you was putting on your shoes and a jacket. you looked at him, your energy drained and heart broken. but you didn't allow him to see that, instead you carried on your tough demine and swallowed your tears down.

"I'm leaving you." you replied bluntly, shrugging. you looked at his shocked face, indicating that he didn't anticipate for this day to come, neither of you did. "Still don't think i have the balls to do it? well, here i am, leaving your drunken ass. I hope your frat boy lifestyle was worth it, because you just lost the best thing that's ever happened to you."

with that, you grabbed your things, walking out off the apartment, leaving a stunned and broken Minho behind.

it had been a few months since that day. neither of you contacted one another. you wanted to, looking at his contact, finger hovering over the call icon before coming to the conclusion that he should make the first move. you was constantly making the first move in the relationship, after every argument you was always the first one to talk it out, apologise and suggest ways in how to fix it. this time, you wanted him to prove that he loved you like he claimed he did and contact you first. He never did. Probably too caught up in that ridiculous lifestyle to even give you a second thought.

you took a sip of your coffee, deep in thought. you was at your local café, sitting in your usual spot by the window, sipping and eating your usual beverage and snack. you was so deep in thought that you didn't realise someone had walked up to your table until they cleared their throat. you looked up, eyes going wide, heart hammering in your chest, emotions flooding back to you as you looked at him.

"Minho.." you swallowed as he gave you a small smile. he pointed to the seat asking if it was taken. he sat facing you when you said it was free.

"Hey. long time, no see." he placed his hands on his lap, nervous.

"Yeah, 2 and a half months to be exact." he nodded, aware that you had been keeping track. your voice laced with upset and bitterness. You took this time to check him out. Nothing much had changed, he still looked handsome as ever with the only noticeable change he had was his hair. "Nice hair, purples a good colour on you. suits you well."

he smiled at your compliment, hand automatically reaching to his hair, running his fingers through it.

"Ah, this is nothing. fancied a change. but you look well too." he smiled at you as you scoffed.

"Please. todays the first day since the break up i’ve had energy to get dressed and go out. Amazing what heart break does to you. thought i was going to become one with my bed at some point." you let out a forced laugh as Minho looked down at his lap.

"Where are you staying?"

"My mothers." Minho cringed a little as you hummed at the mutual reaction. "Yeahh. i called my friend first, she said she had enough of me bitching and whining about you. told me to figure it out on my own. so it was either sleep on the streets or go to my mothers. lets just say she was overjoyed to learn that we broke up."

You mother never liked Minho, called him bad news and a heartbreaker. She didn't support your relationship, but you being the stubborn person you are, stuck with it, claiming you could make it work which just infuriated your mother more. So the day she learned that you two broke up, she was audibly overjoyed, talking bad about him to you, her friends, anyone who would care to listen. It hurt your ego to know that your mother was always right. She wasn't the best help in helping you heal either. Soon, you didn't see the point and spent the majority of your time in your bedroom, rotting away.

The air was thick with awkwardness between you and Minho. You looked down at your coffee, heart still hammering in your chest. Thoughts swimming around in your head, questions you wanted to ask but was scared to.

"Im sorry." you blinked, looking up. His eyes were glossy with tears, his bunny teeth chewing away at his bottom lip as he picked the skin around his nails. He was nervous, you could see that, but he was sincere. You felt a lump in your throat, tears also filling up you eyes. You smiled sadly at him

"Thank you." you looked down again.

"Are you -" Minho audibly swallowed before continuing "are you not going to shout at me, be mad at me? i hurt you in the worse way possible. and just to clarify, i don't do that shit no more. i haven't since you left. i cut all contact with them and well, focused on myself to become a better person. A better person for you, (Y/N)" He went to take your hand in his which caused you to move your hand away. Minho nodded, acknowledge that it was too soon for you. After a few minutes of thinking what to respond with, you breathed out softly before speaking.

"I've spent months being mad at you. During the relationship and after. I've spent days, rotting in my bed, crying until my eyes are sore and i have nothing left in me. You was the best and worse thing to ever happen to me, Minho. You're a blessing and a curse at the same time. During the relationship, i always wondered if it was me. If i was the problem. if i was doing something that caused you to hate me so much. but as time went on, i realised it wasn't me, it was you." Minho nodded, listening carefully.

"I'm sorry i made you feel like that. it was never my intention, i was stupid and selfish to realise what i was doing and when i realised, it was too late. the damage was already done.."

"The funny thing is, it was like i was grieving for you. I mean, i guess i was. I lost my best friend, my second half. I was grieving for a relationship that we could've had. But you wanna know what the worse thing is?" You pressed your lips together in a thin line, allowing your tears to fall freely as you looked at Minho, eyes also filling up

"I thought i was getting over you. i thought i was healing, but its like my brain tricked me somehow. Because here you are, in the flesh and everytime i look at your handsome, stupid face, i fall in love with you all over again and i hate myself for that. I hate how, i cant get over you. How i cant hate you because i still love you so much!" You grabbed a napkin, wiping away your eyes and nose. Heartbreak was evident in your voice as you spilled out your emotions and thoughts to the man in front of you. You sobbed at how after all this time of what you thought was healing, you was back at square one, wondering if you was ever going to be able to get over him

Minho had tears falling down his cheeks, quickly wiping them away as he listened to his ex and the woman he still loves, express her feelings. His heart was breaking, shattering. He wanted to hold you close to him, comfort you and tell you that its different this time, but he knew that you wouldn't allow that. 2 and a half months was visibly not enough time for you. You took a deep breath, calming your breathing before continuing.

"I tried, i tried so hard to get over you and, like i said, i thought i was. but looking back, maybe i was just tricking myself this whole time. No matter how many times i opened up my photo album on my phone to delete the pictures of us together, i just couldn't because they hold special memories to me. God! i hate this so much. I still love you, Minho and it fucking sucks!" You laughed sadly as Minho did the same.

"Im so so so sorry (Y/N) if i could go back and change, i would! i know its hard to believe when the person who claims they love you, hurts you but i really, truly loved you and i still do!" You smiled softly at him, acknowledging that he was genuine and was evident that he had changed. he had become the man you fell in love with all them months ago.

Pressing his lips together, he fumbled with his jacket before asking "Should we try again..?" You bit your lip, thinking carefully about it.

"I would love to Minho. But-" He looked up at you, hopeful "But not right now. If we get back together, we have to start over again, start fresh, get to know one another again because right now, it feels like we are strangers. I need to see that you have changed, i need you to prove it because i really cannot be bothered to go through all this again."

Minho nodded, a smile creeping up on his face. "Okay, i can do that! Then, lets start again, start fresh."

you smiled softly, a genuine smile since you two rekindled. Standing up from your seat, you walked over to his side.

"I have to go. errands to run, y'know. But uh, text me, yeah?"

"I will. i'll text and call you. im determined to make this work, for us." He looked up at you, taking your hand into his. this time you allowed it to happen, feeling his soft and warm hands against yours. Your stomach doing front and back flip, heart beating hard against your ribcage, skin burning up from his touch.

"I'll speak to you later then." you bent down, kissing his cheek softly before standing up, cheeks pink. "I love you."

You turned on your heel, making way for the exit. as you opened the door, you heard Minho's "I love you too" making you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Maybe you could have your fairy-tale love story after all.

[togetherhearted]

Howdy, Would you write Silco, Viktor, Local Cuisine Boy and [a mystery character] with a reader who has a tendency to double down. If they are found in a compromising situation/position by others, their response is "Yeah this is exactly what it looks like". If they are challenged to do something, "Sure but I bet I could do [same challenge x 100]". Basically, they are all about breaking through their own limits, making no excuses for themselves in an effort to be the best version of themselves.

Wooosh, I hope I'm not too late! Thanks for waiting, I hope I did your request right. I took the permission to change few things, hoping you don't mind!

Also,mistery character is brought to you by the randomizer, as always.

Silco,Viktor,Local Cuisine Boy and Sky with an S/O that "doubles down"

"Are you insane?!" Silco questioned you, clearly upset "They could have killed you" "But they didn't" You hissed when your partner splattered alcool on your cuts.

You frowned when Sevika pointed out to you that if you were alive it was thanks to her.

"What where you thinking?!" Silco insisted, for being such a menace to everyone he had a soft spot for few people "The chembarons were trying to get rid of you. I was just trying to prevent that!" Your partner finished to patch you up "There was no need, my dear. I can do this alone."

You beamed, slamming the paper on the table "Ah!Look at this!"The other smiled smugly, before putting his down. A perfect score.

You sat down, disbelieved. "I thought I could do better than you this time, Viktor" "Eh, that's unfortunate" God, you wanted to rip that smirk off of his face so badly "Tks, just you wait. I'll ace the next test."

Viktor looked at you, now smiling softly "You can just ask me to study with you, love" His face inched closer to playfully boop your nose with his.

...Sugar, eggs, flour, everything was here.

"Really, little lamb, you don't have to do this for me" You grabbed a bowl "Nonsense, I'll show your parents that I can prepare your favourite cookies!"

The young man sighed, passing a hand through his hair, you sure were stubborn and often for trivial stuff like this.  He couldn't fight a little smile, though; your love for him matched no one.

"At least let me help?" You almost hit him with a spoon "Absolutely no. This is a fight I must win alone" He chuckled, resting his head on your shoulder.

Sky observed your hunched figure from the door, nose in pile of papers.

She was aware how much of a hard worker you were, bitterly smiling at the thought she always fell for people who put so much effort in their work; striving to better themselves and the others, sometimes forgetting about their own health.

"Are you heading home soon? We could walk together" She mumbled, loud enough to make you hear "Yeah...I should probably go home. I'm tired" Sky's eyes sparkled as you sat up and hooked your arm with hers.

[hypmic-translation]

Hypster Magazine Vol.2 Q&A

Q: What are you into lately?

Ichiro: I’m getting really into video editing lately. Right now I’m making a PR video for Tsutaya! You can really change someone’s impression of something by the way you tie together words and images on a screen, but it’s pretty easy for me to lose track of time when I can’t make it look exactly the way I want… Jiro and Saburo are helping me shoot some street views of ‘Bukuro, so don’t be afraid to come say hi if you see us! (TL note: Tsutaya is a Japanese chain of video rental shops and bookstores.)

Jiro: Playing guitar! Me and a friend of mine are planning on performing in a band at the school festival. It’s been a while since I last played, so I ended up getting hooked again. In my head I always think about doing something cool, but my fingers never do what I want ‘em to do…

Saburo: …Origami. What, you want a reason? …I’ve discovered that I can also apply it to programming, and lately I’ve been fascinated by its profundity.

Samatoki: (Sigh) What a pain… vintage stuff. S’been a while since I last collected any rider jackets.

Jyuto: Hmm, I’d have to say live painting. It’s an art form in which an artist creates an entirely new piece of work on the spot, and it’s easy for one to lose track of time as they watch the painting come together. Perhaps it’s that sense of immersion that makes me feel so comfortable. How did I get started? Ah, I just happened to see it once at a contemporary art exhibition.

Riou: A soldier such as myself has no hobbies, as personal interests and pleasurable pastimes keep us from remaining dedicated to our mission. However… once, when I was gathering information, I happened to hear a rather nice piece of music over the airwaves. I have been listening to the radio every day since then.

Ramuda: Going to horse racing arenas, I guess! I dunno much about the rules, but the jockeys’ clothes are sooo colourful and cute, it just kicks my inspiration into high gear! Getting to see them in the paddock gets me more excited than anything ☆

Gentaro: I’ve finally begun following my lifelong dream of becoming a coach. What for? Why, a grassroots baseball team, obviously. I’ve taken charge of a small group of delinquents, and my mission is to lead them to the league championship. It’s a bit of a trial and error affair, but it’s enjoyable to run along the riverbank in the sunshine… of course, that was all a lie.

Dice: Gambling, obviously! Especially horse racing, which to me is the best damn thing in the world right now! I ain’t biased towards it, though. I’m bettin’ my money on everything: cee-lo, slot machines, pachinko parlours and casinos, boat races - I’m even takin’ part in the lottery raffles downtown! Heheh, I’ve got it all worked out!

Jakurai: Currently, I am rather addicted to driving on ordinary public roads as opposed to taking the highway. It is a wonderful way to get a feeling for the characteristics of the local area, and there are many fascinating discoveries to be made by taking the scenic route. The view as seen through the windscreen can be very interesting indeed.

Hifumi: The kind of beauty products you can use at home! Whenever something new comes out I get excited about it. All the new brushes and the face masks with the electric waves...! Oh, you wanna see how it looks on me? Guess you’ll just have to come to the club and find out!

Doppo: I'm addicted to predicting the number of steps or stairs. When I get it right, it feels like something good is going to happen and it makes me feel happy. I drive a lot for work but sometimes I take the train, which is exciting because it gives me more opportunities to use the stairs.

Sasara: I’m in love with the mascot cat at the coffee shop near my studio! It never comes near me when I visit no matter what I do, though, so every time I go to visit I always bring a new joke to tell. I’m gonna make this kitty warm up to me with the power of laughter!

Rosho: I’ve been into late night restoration shows lately. It’s always exciting for me to see an old car being reborn...! I wish I could share this feeling with my students, but it’s hard to incorporate it into my lessons. I think I’ll start by coming up with some jokes about restoration.

Rei: I like gettin’ to know new people over social networkin’ sites. Whenever I find someone I think might be interestin’ to talk to, I shoot ‘em a DM. It makes connectin’ with other people real easy, which is nice and convenient. Hey, if ya happen to spot me online, feel free to follow. I’ll be sure to follow ya back.

Kuuko: When I cook, I like making the soybeans kinda meaty looking! I’m thinking of putting something as close to meat as possible in our next vegetarian meal to give my old man a run for his money! Kyahaha!

Jyushi: Lead weights are used to hold down my limbs, awakening the hidden power sleeping within me... I have devoted myself to this ritual of reincarnation, which shall grant me a new body. Of course, in order to obtain the arm strength of a swordsman, I must remember to move hastily and breathe deeply. There can be no room for mistakes here!

Hitoya: Smoked food, at the minute. Obviously, the aim is to enjoy my drink with a nice snack. Two of my favourite chip flavours at the minute are cherry blossom, which leaves quite the unique taste, and whiskey oak, which gives off a hint of Western liquor. I’ve been working on a few blends as well, I’d like to add. Honestly, I never thought I’d be so captivated by it… it’s a little bewildering. (TL note: When he says chip flavours, he’s talking about flavoured wood chips that are burnt in order to give smoked food a specific undertaste.)

[escapingmytrauma]

TRAIL OF RED FEATHERS

YANDERE HAWKS/TAKAMI KEIGO X ANXIOUS F!READER

CW/TW: Yandere behavior, mentions of stalking, kidnapping, nonconsensual drug use/drugging, anxious reader, dub/non-con, somnophilia (?), size kink-ish, minor praise and degradation, dirty talk, possessive behavior, overstimulation, dacryphilia.

A/N: Let me know if I missed any please.

W.C: 7.8K

 DARK CONTENT! DARK CONTENT! DARK CONTENT!

Takami Keigo/Hawks: Trail of Red Feathers

  The constant findings of a red feather always somehow intrigued your curious mind. It never bothered you, you just never understood how you always ended up finding them. You had even brought it up to your friends just for them to respond with, “Huh. I never see those feathers” or “I think your starting to hallucinate.” After those comments you just kept the findings of the red feathers to yourself.

Your mind trailed back to when you first encountered one. Bright colors always entice you and you could never stop your body from walking towards such a color. So, of course when you first encountered such a bold, bright colored feather you immediately picked it up. The softness of the feather brought such a comforting sensation through your fingers. You just had to rub it a little more. A bright smile surfaced on your lips as you took the feather home with you. Then, not long after you found another one; ever since then every time you found one you kept it and took it home with you.

Unbeknownst to you that a red winged, blonde haired man purposely had been leaving them there for you. It was something about your innocence, your purity that drew him to you; unfortunately, that fascination turned to obsession quickly. He would even follow you during his patrols, you occupied his mind every second and he CRAVED for it. The obsession grew substantially over the past couple of weeks to where he was now planning to keep you away from everything and everyone.

It never went unnoticed how many men looked and ogled you. You never understood the reasoning behind it, but you never said anything because your anxiety would always hit and hindered you from telling the person off. It pissed your admirer off that you never said anything for them to back away, but at the same time he understood just how anxious you got… after all you had to take your medication twice a day. The first one at exactly seven a.m. on the dot and second one twelve hours after. He had your whole schedule memorized, not that you had a routine you just liked to stay home often and avoid any social interaction, besides the walks you forced yourself to go on to get some fresh air and sunlight. He liked that, this gave him the upper hand in thinking you would not want to leave, and you would just want to stay with him.

Today your friends invited you to hang out at a local coffee shop, they were always considerate of your anxiety; but you always felt like a burden, you did not want your friends to hold back on having fun just to include you. You did the bare minimum to get ready; brushing your teeth and hair was a struggle within itself, but you forced yourself to do so. You slipped on some shoes and put a light jacket over your shirt. You stepped out of your apartment and made your way outside a small breeze fanning your face as you took a deep breath and walked your way to the coffee shop.

Halfway to your meeting point you felt it. Someone was watching you; sometimes, you thought you were overreacting, but the eerie feeling became more prominent recently. The thumping in your chest gradually became louder to where that was all you could hear; you bit your bottom lip as you so desperately wanted to go back and seek comfort underneath your blanket. A small sigh escaped your lips and you decided against that, you continued your walk as the feeling of someone watching you never left. You finally approached the coffee shop, but you had the urge to look in the direction from where you thought someone was watching. You looked up to your right but so nothing. Just a couple of strangers walking by you.

Was I hallucinating? No. I couldn’t have been.

As your name was called out your head quickly snapped towards the voice to come face to face with Cameron, her bubbly self suddenly calming you down almost instantly. She was the person you were closest to, and she helped you during your hardest times. Cameron frowned a bit noticing your tense stature. “Hey, _____... you okay?” She asked softly, genuine concern evident in her hazel eyes.

“U-uhm…” you hesitated. You did not want the start of this hang out to be clouded with your own delusions.

“Hey, when you are ready to tell me, I’m here for you!” Cameron gave you a wide smile. Relief pulsed through your blood as she gently too your arm and y’all walked inside the coffee shop.

The aroma of coffee beans immediately tickling your sense of smell. Cameron took a deep inhale as well. “Ughh... I just love the smell of coffee.”

A small giggle left your lips as you silently agreed. Cameron looked over to you with a genuine smile. She wanted nothing more than to see you happy.

After ordering y’all picked the corner table away from the crowd patiently waiting for the order and the rest of the group to show up (which was only three more). As they all slowly showed up one by one; your coffee had already arrived as your index tapped vigorously against the edge of the cup. You steadied your hands as much as you could, bringing the mug slowly up to your lips you took a small sip. The warmth of the coffee and the right amount of sweetness causing you to let out a small hum.

You heard the door chime and a couple of gasps were heard throughout the area. You looked up to see what the commotion was. A blonde-haired man with red wings walked in. You looked over to Cameron who was also in awe; you were so confused. You didn’t know who this was, but everyone else seemed to know. You tugged quietly at Cameron’s sleeve and she turned to you.

“Ah. I forgot you don’t really keep up with this sort of stuff…” she paused as he looked over to y’all. His golden eyes meeting with your eyes, your jaw dropped just a bit. That feeling again, as if someone was watching you.

Why does his presence feel familiar?

You blushed as he smiled at you. You quickly look down and fiddled with your fingers getting a little too anxious.

“He is the number two hero by the way,” Cameron finally finished out. Your eyes widened and you turned to Cameron. She gave you a small smile as you just nodded in understanding. You looked back up at the number two hero and saw how he was bombarded by so many people; yet it’s like he could sense you staring, and he looked your way once more. A small smirk appeared on his face making your face heated once again. You took another sip as you tried to focus in on the conversation your friends were having, but your mind was just focused on him, something about him, his golden eyes, his little smirk, it just edged into your mind.

Two hours had passed, and you were able to engross yourself into the conversation, chatting away about relationships and things of such. A small yawn escaped your mouth and you decided you should probably head home. You stood up to say your goodbyes to everyone and Cameron decided to give you a ride home.

“No excuses, I want to,” Cameron interjected before you could deny. You sighed softly in defeat knowing all too well she would not change her mind. Cameron said her goodbyes to everyone also and y’all left the coffee shop beside each other. Getting in the passenger side of the car the smell of sweet coconut filled your nostrils, Cameron had always kept her car tidy and it somehow always encouraged you to keep apartment clean.

“You know, I would say your anxiety has calmed down. I’m really proud of you,” she comments. A wide smile spreads across your face hearing that comment.

“Really? It’s just recently I’ve felt like I’ve held the group back so much since y’all accommodate to me,” You admit. You felt weight lift off your shoulders as it was finally said. Cameron let out a small hum.

“I can see how you think that, but hun...” She took a small breath, “If we genuinely feel like that than we are not your friends. Your wellbeing is much more important than me going to stupid club to shit faced and have a random hookup,” she finishes. You look down as you fiddled with your fingers.

How do I respond?

“Thanks Cameron, I owe you big time,” You say. Cameron parks on the side right in front of your apartment building.

“You don’t. You literally have been there for me through everything and despite your anxiety you were always able to be calm when I was crying… don’t question your ability in friendship,” Cameron reassured. You gave a small smile and reached over and gave her a huge hug that y’all both needed.

Releasing after a while you gave her a thank you and got out of her car. You watched as she drove off a small smile still portrayed on your face. You turned around walking up the steps to go inside and you stopped. There it was again, the feeling that someone was watching; you couldn’t help yourself you turned to the side and looked around. Your eyes glanced at the bottom of the steps.

A red feather.

You bit your bottom lip as your eyes gleamed with happiness. You happily walked down the steps and picked up the feather. A small chuckle interrupted your thoughts and you jumped in fright. You quickly turned around and met eyes with golden daunting eyes. It was Hawks.

“So, you’re the one who has been picking them up,” He asked.

“I-I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t know…” you stuttered out. You looked down in embarrassment, you heard his footsteps come closer and you could smell his faint cologne.

Do I give it back to him?

“Don’t be, it’s cute,” he admits, Hawks rubs the back of his neck and that is when you noticed blood staining the sleeve of his jacket. A small gasp leaves your mouth and you shyly bring it up.

“Your uhm… your arm… it’s b-bleeding,” You whispered out. He hums in curiosity and looks down at his arm.

“Oh… I didn’t even notice, guess I should probably get that fixed,” Hawks muttered. You didn’t even notice that he was baiting you to even invite him your house, this was exactly going to plan.

“U-uhm, I-I could patch it up for you…” you offered. A smile came across his face.

“You wouldn’t mind?” Hawks asked. You shook your head ‘no’, you walked up the steps as he slowly trailed behind you a malicious smirk playing on his lips. Hawks had every intention of making you his and nothing was going to stop him.

You were so nervous; your palms were sweaty, and your heart was thumping so loudly you thought Hawks could hear. Nervously fiddled with the keys to your apartment and suddenly you felt his chest push against your back as his arms reached across beside you and gently got the keys, “Let me help.”

You released the keys and watched as he got the key in and unlocked your door.  

“T-thank you…” you mumbled shyly. Another chuckle escaped past his lips as he enjoyed just how shy you were.

“Anytime sweetheart.”

You walked in as he followed behind you; relief set in you as you remembered you had cleaned yesterday. “U-uhm…. You can take a seat on the couch, let me go get some items so I can help you just a bit.” Hawks happily obliged as he watched you walk away, his eyes setting on your ass. He could not help but want you, you were just so tempting. He took a seat as he scanned your room, he spotted the jar of feathers and smirked. Hawks was so elated all the times he watched you take it into your apartment.

Your hands were fidgety as ever and you did not what to screw up his wound. You gave yourself a mental prep talk before you walked back with the items in your hands. As you walked back you saw him smile at you, but some glint in his eyes were throwing you off, it did not match his smile whatsoever. You cleared your throat and set the items down on the glass coffee table.

“So, I know you know who I am, but can I get your name?” Hawks lied through his teeth like nothing. He knew so much about you that it wasn’t necessary to ask.

“A-ah… I’m so sorry for not even introducing myself,” you answered and gave him your name.

How could I forget to introduce myself? I’ve been collecting his feathers and I could not even give him my name.

“What a beautiful name.” The way your name rolled off his tongue had you a bit speechless. It made your face heat up in embarrassment. You took a seat beside him as you grabbed the alcohol to clean his wound. You go to start but you realize that his jacket still in the way.

“Can you take off your jacket for me?” You asked. It almost felt so provocative to ask such a question. Hawks smiled and took it off and allowed you to continue, “Sorry, this might burn,” You warn softly. As soon as your fingers grasped his wrist, he went tense. Blood was rushing towards his cock, the urge to take you then and there was so tempting. His mind wandered to the most perverse thoughts he did not realize just how much your fingers were shaking around his wrist.

You were so anxious; you bit your lip hard trying to contain your nerves as you continued to clean his wound. You started wrap his bandage as firm and gently as you could. You sighed softly as you finally finished. You stood up and as soon as your fingers released from your wrist Hawks was back to reality. He wanted more of – no, he NEEDED more of your touch.

“Awe… done so soon?” He joked, but deep down he really was not. He needed a way to just get some of the drug into your system. You let out a small laugh starting to feel somewhat comfortable.

“Sorry, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was, so a little bandaging will do,” You explain. You were ready to bid him a goodnight, but before you can his eye glance towards your shelf and a smirk spreads across his lips.

“That looks like an interesting story to tell, I want to hear about it.” You gander towards what he was talking about and saw the jar of feathers. Your eyes widen in embarrassment and you were starting to get anxious.

How am I going to explain this, hm? Nice going. He probably thinks you’re obsessed with him.

“It’s not what it looks like, I swear,” you squeak out. Hawks laughs and raises his hands in surrender.

“I’m not accusing of anything kid; I just want to know how you collected so many.” You sigh in relief as your chest continues to pound in your chest giving you a minor headache. You needed something to alleviate just how anxious you were feeling.

“Sure, would you like some tea or anything before I explain?” You offer.  

“I would love some, thanks.” You gave him a small smile and walk over to the kitchen and start heating a small kettle with water. You were trying so hard to keep your nerves down, but it was extremely difficult. Hopefully, with this tea it would calm you down just a bit.

Hawks took in everything that had happened just moments prior to you walking towards the kitchen. Your reactions were everything to him. He wanted so badly to make you his. Make you say the most perverse things.

He wanted to fuck you till you begged him to stop. He wanted tears leaking from your innocent eyes as he showed you no mercy. He wanted his marks, his finger bruises on your skin. He wanted to taint your innocence.

“Here you go,” Your voice cut his thoughts off and he cleared his throat. He grabbed the mug as he needed to calm himself down. “You okay there? You seemed to be lost in thought…” You trailed off. His golden lustful eyes turned to you making you regret asking. He quickly covered it up with a smile.

“Yeah, sorry. My mind wanders sometimes.” You accepted the answer not wanting to question farther. You sat down and took a couple of sips from your tea. The hot liquid soothing your body just a bit. Hawks pointed towards the shelf still wanting the story even though he didn’t need one.

You looked over to the shelf again but tensed up when you noticed something else. The clock.

7:13 pm

You let out a small gasp, “I’m sorry, give me a moment I have to take my medication.” Without letting him reply you quickly make your way over to the medicine cabinet.

How could I forget?!

Hawks watched as you were out of his sight. This was his chance. He quickly grabbed the small little bottle filled with liquid and poured just a little into your tea. He sat back down quickly grabbing his own mug and taking a sip as he smirked to himself. You came back in a panic as you popped the pill and took a sip of your mug to swallow it down.

“Now before we get into the feathers, sorry if I’m overstepping my boundaries, but what is the need for that?” Hawks genuinely questioned.

“Well, I have anxiety, which is pretty obvious, but along anxiety can come depression, and that’s just to help prevent it from getting bad,” you explained. He hummed in understanding; you nervously fiddled with your fingers and decided you needed some of your tea. After taking another drink you go on with your story about the feathers.

“…well somehow they just ended being places where I was at an- “you stopped midway as you started to get extremely dizzy. You saw Hawks as he faked concern slowly standing up. Everything was blurry and you felt your eyelids get heavy. The last thing in your eyesight was Hawks walking over to you.

This was it. This was the time to take you. You were limp in his arms a steady rhythm of your breathing as he looked at you. If he remembered correctly, they said a little could go a long way, so a little drop must be roughly two hours, it would probably take him ten minutes to get to his penthouse. Hawks quickly lifted you up and left your apartment. He needed to move quickly to get you settled in.

Hawks walked out of the building and took you to his place. It was a lavish penthouse. It was a three bedroom with an amazing view of the city. He wanted nothing but the best for you. Flying in from his balcony so he wouldn’t get trampled by fans in the front. Hawks proceeded to walk in, the sound of his boots stepping on the tiled floor being throughout the penthouse. Walking into his room.

The room was painted a dark grey, with minimal picture frames and paintings. A big fan hung from the ceiling as it pushed a breeze evenly throughout the room. The biggest source of light coming from the window that was in the place of the right wall. Hawks gently laid you down on his bed. Looking at you, so cute, so adorable while sleeping. He clicked his tongue debating whether he should handcuff you to the bed or not. Surely you would be too anxious to fight back. Right?

Hawks decided against it and left you to be. He walked over to his bathroom where he took a shower and wanting to get out of his hero costume. A hot shower should relieve some of his stress today. He was so pissed that he couldn’t say hi to you at the coffee shop. It didn’t sit well with him, don’t get him wrong, he loved his fans and the attention, but when the attention wasn’t coming from you, it annoyed him.  

He allowed the hot water to soothe some of his tense muscles as he rinsed and washed himself. Unfortunately, being in the water forced him to take off the bandage you so kindly put on him. Oh, how gentle you are, and how sweet you are. He was going to taint you in every single way possible. Then, of course, you stay with him forever so no one could ever see just how erotic you can become, or your tears. Only him could see that.

Stepping out of the shower he dried himself off and put-on pair of gray sweatpants, not even to bother putting on any boxers; he had every intention of stuffing his cock in your tight little cunt.

His thoughts took over as he walked over back to his bedroom. You lied there so defenseless, maybe a taste wouldn’t hurt. He slowly climbed on top of you; his thighs on both sides of your waist, he watched as your chest went up and down at a steady pace, your lips slightly parted as breaths escaped passed your lips. Just a taste. His feather cut through your shirt revealing your stomach and your cleavage. Hawks groaned softly, he slowly leaned down towards your lips, he stopped right before touching them with his own.

“Just a taste Keigo,” he whispered to himself. His lips ever so softly pushed against your lush soft lips. His tongue sliding in as he wanted to get more of a taste, the throbbing sensation in his cock pushing him to go a little further. His hands touched your sides, gently digging in his fingers as he started kissing your jawline. A pinching feeling causing you to slightly stir; Keigo paused, had he gone too far? He couldn’t stop now, he had you. He glided his lips down to your neck as he gave you open mouth kisses, sucking softly, purposely leaving marks. You stir again as you’re slowly gaining consciousness, immediately taking notice of your awareness he goes lower, unbuttoning your jeans and removing them. He continues as he slides your panties to the side and runs his middle finger in between your folds rubbing your slit and slowly rubbing around your clit.

You suddenly gasp at the feeling, your upper body weakly shooting up. “H-hawks what are you do- “

“Shh... just enjoy it baby…” He cuts you off quickly placing gently kisses along your navel. Your eyes fully open and adjust to your surroundings.

Where am I? What happened?

Tears blur your eyes as you start getting anxious. You were in an unknown setting with someone you barely knew; he was also violating your body.

“I’ve waited so long for this moment,” He whispers, the blurriness of your vision only giving you lines of a golden color as you looked to where the voice was coming from. Slightly darker yellow lines appearing as well. Goosebumps rising on your skin, a breeze continuously hitting against your sternum down to your abdomen some places colder than other as if a small amount of a liquid had been put in those areas.

Your hazy mind finally registering what he had said, “W-waited… long…” You whispered out. Your head gets a sharp quick stab as you tried to process what those words meant. Your thinking got cut off short when you felt it. Something was pushed inside of you. You let out a gasp as your fingers moved down to remove it out of you. It wasn’t big, no, it felt a little thicker than a pencil. No. It was a finger. His finger was inside of you. He curled his finger just a little; a small pathetic noise escaping your lips.

“Nng… No,” The word came out so feeble. Your hands trying to pull his arm away. Keigo continued his small torture on your now slippery cunt as he added another finger in causing you to let out a whimper.

“Baby, you’re so wet for me,” Keigo whispered in your ear. You choked back a small sob not being able to form words. He slowly picked up his pace in fingering you; you could faintly hear the small gushing sounds as he continued. Keigo brought his thumb on your bud rubbing it, curling his fingers as you let out a hitched breath. You body craved for more as you could slowly feel a sensation of needing to release grow in the pit of stomach slowly overcoming the small knots that were in there prior.

“Hawk- “

“Keigo, baby. Say my name…” He quickly interjected. It was more of a demand than anything else. You bit your bottom lip in a slight defiance, you couldn’t give him that satisfaction of hearing you say his name; you turned your head away and squeezed your eyes shut. As if picking up what you were doing, he started fingering faster and rubbing your bud quicker. A moan left your lips as you tried to so hard to conceal it. “C’mon baby, moan my name,” He encouraged.

Small pants left your mouth as you felt yourself clenching tighter around his digits that were going and fast pace. You felt two fingers roughly grabbing your chin and forcing you to turn his way. Leaving your eyes closed as you could feel your wet eyelashes touching the skin below your eyes. You heard a small grunt as the pressure on your chin increased greatly.

“Open your fucking eyes,” He demanded. Swallowing slowly, you obliged to be met with almost brighter golden eyes with a fierce lustful look. “Say it.” You felt his fingers pause where they were still in you.

“K-Kiego.” It was barely a whisper, you felt so exposed in an erotic way as his name fell from your lips while looking at him straight in the eyes. He let out a small hum of approval as he continued torturing your cunt with his thick fingers. Another moan falling passed your lips as the need to release was extremely prominent.

“You’re going to cum? Hm? Are you going to cum all over my fingers?” It came out taunting and teasing as he picked up the pace; he removed his fingers that were placed around your chin and placed the palm of his hand on the bed beside your hip. Your hands that were around his other arm gripped tighter as you tried to pull it out.

“N-no, I’m not,” You said in attempt to sound firm, but it came out more uncertain than anything else.

His other hand suddenly went around throat a little too harshly causing a gasp to escape, “Don’t lie. You’re clenching so tight around my fingers,” He said as he brought his face close to yours.

Why did that make me turned on? What the fuck is wrong with me?!

The attack on your clit became more forceful and you let out a small noise as his hand was still around your throat. You couldn’t hold it, his fingers inside you, his thumb on your clit was doing much more stimulation to your body than you could account for. Your hands released from his arms as they both went on either side of you; your fingers entangling into the duvet on the bed. You arched your back a little as you shamefully released your juices onto his fingers. With deep pants you fell limp against the bed as Keigo released his grip from your neck.

A small chuckle left his lips as he brought out his fingers, “My… my…” He tsked, you looked away in embarrassment. You didn’t want him taunting you even more. “My fingers are drenched with your juices,” Keigo whispered in your ear. You were so humiliated you couldn’t even look. He brought his drenched fingers to your lips and unconsciously let out a small gasp. He pushed his fingers into your mouth as his other hand smushed your cheeks forcing you to look at him.

“Suck.”

He’s not serious… no, he is.

Not wanting to do anymore you obediently sucked tasting your juices, the erotic flavor covering your tastebuds.

“Good girl,” Keigo gently praised. Releasing his grip from your cheeks his fingers tickled your body as he started feeling your stomach and even going underneath your bra to tease your nipples. You wanted this sexual torment to end; what made you more embarrassed is that your body was enjoying this. It craved for more of his touch; you hated it.

Keigo removed his fingers from your mouth and silently moved down to where his face was in front of your still soaking pussy. You saw as one of his feathers ripped the fabric of your panties so he could fully take them off.

You quickly trying to squeeze your thighs together to shield his sight from him. He pushes his hands against your thighs causing them to spread.

“Nuh uh uh… I’m going to enjoy this…” He says with an erotic tone as he looks up at you; he licked his lips before bringing his hot mouth on your folds. You let out a small gasp as your back arched up just enough for his tongue to slip through your folds.

“Keigo…” You mumbled. You weren’t exactly sure why you were saying his name.

Am I wanting him to continue? Or to stop?

Your brain battled itself. Keigo let out a soft hum in response to you saying his name. The vibration of his hum hitting your already sensitive bud causing you to jerk a little.

He enjoyed your reactions, and he was determined to make you cum again before he fucked you senseless. Keigo slowly ran his tongue up and down on your dripping cunt enjoying the taste of you. His eyes glanced up as you squirmed, but he his hands on your thighs to hold you from continuing to do so. Your eyes were closed, and your lips slightly parted letting out barely audible breathy moans. Keigo smiled against your cunt as he continued to torture you.

His tongue teasingly swirled around your bud, his fingers digging into your thighs to hold him from going feral. You let out a small whimper and this encourages him to go faster. He puts his whole mouth on your clit and starts sucking.

“K-Keigo.. Nnngh…” you moaned louder. You felt your body wanting to jerk away, but his fingers digging into your thigh not allowing you to do so. Your clit was sensitive after just having cummed all over his fingers. You let out pants as he didn’t bother to stop, in fact he sucked a little harder causing a whimper to escape. Your vision blurred as your tears were threatening to fall from the sensitivity.

Your fingers flung to his hair and grip his blonde locks as you pulled. Keigo let out a deep groan, once again the vibration of the action tingling your cunt.

“Keigo… Please… I can’t,” You begged desperately as a tear rolled down your left cheek. He momentarily pulled and hummed as if thinking if he should stop or not.

 He looked up at you and was just turned on more of your state: your flushed face, your eyebrows knitted inward, your watery eyes, your lips parted, your visible cleavage heaving up and down with each pant you took.

Keigo smirked at you, “You can and will.”

You let out a pathetic squeak as his mouth went back on your cunt. His tongue now teasing your tight hole. He greedily sucked up all your juices, his tongue poking at your hole wanting more. He glided his tongue back upwards licking your bud. Your weak moans echoing through the room as he continued to suck and lick at your cunt.

Oddly enough another sensation of the need to release was coming despite how sensitive you were. Your fingers could barely stay entangled in his hair as your physical strength (or at least the little strength you had to work with) was leaving you. More tears leaked from your eyes they rolled down your flushed cheeks as the sensitivity was increasing.

Keigo had no way slowed or gone any softer, the sound of smacking and gushing sounds filled your ears as your orgasm was close. Your inner thighs felt sore knowing all too well that Keigo had created finger bruises in those areas with how hard he was digging into your skin.  

You let out a small yell of pleasure as your back arched, bucking your hips into Keigo’s mouth as you released another wave of juices. He sucked every single last drop you’d given him. A couple more tears escaped as you once again slumped back onto the bed. Keigo stood up away from you and off the bed. You rolled over in relief that it was over.

You heard him shuffle around a little bit before you felt the bed slightly dip. Keigo’s hand snaked under your waist as he pulled you up. You weren’t exactly cooperating, but he knew that you most likely wouldn’t. He suddenly brought you all the way up to where your back was against his chest.

You felt it. It twitched against your back. Your eyes went wide and your hands blindly behind you, “NO! Keigo,” you warned. He let out a small chuckle before pushing you down into the bed. He pulled your abdomen up and his fingers pushing you on area forcing you to arch your back.

You felt his tip tease you at your entrance. Your head shot up and before you could say anything, he shushed you.

“I promise I’ll put it in slow,” Keigo promised. He leaned over to where his breath was fanning your earlobe, “I’ll put it in inch by inch, and we’ll count together.” It wasn’t even a suggestion and you knew that.

He pushed just the head of his cock into you as you let out a loud gasp. The length wasn’t what scared you anymore, the girth of his cock was going to stretch you to the max.

“Keigo… your girth... It won’t fit,” You rambled. You did not want to endure this. He ignored you as he pushed another inch in you. Your fingers curled into the duvet. Keigo let out a small hum if approval of how well you’re taking him despite how tight you are.

“I do believe that is two baby… so repeat the number.”

“T-two.” You were breathing hard as you the pain wasn’t exactly subsiding quite yet. Keigo pushed another inch you and your breath hitched, the girth on this man was unbelievable. You momentarily felt bad for anyone that had engaged into sex with Keigo. Your thoughts were interrupted as a stinging sensation was left on your ass; you let out a yelp in surprise.

“C’mon sweetie, you can count. How many is that?” He stated he softly pinched your hip softly.

“Three.” As soon as the word fell from your lips, he pushed another inch in causing a mewl to fall from your lips. You heard him as he took a sharp breath in.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight,” Keigo groaned out. You bit your lip refusing to respond to that comment. He slapped your ass again and you let out a whimper.

“Four.” You knew why he spanked you. He wanted you to count and the fact that it didn’t feel like his voice was getting any closer scared you. You unconsciously clenched around his cock and he dug his fingers into your hips. Keigo pushed another inch into you and squeezed your eyes shut.

“K-Keigo. I can’t. Please. You’re too big…” You pleaded him.

He clicked his tongue as he responded, “Baby, you’re barely halfway,” he casually commented.

HALFWAY?!

“H-HALFWAY!? KEIGO THERE IS NO WAY I CAN TAKE ALL OF YOU!” You cried out in desperation.

He is ten fucking inches… How does he expect any person to take his length?

“Sweetie, that’s why I’ve been going slow, so you can adjust. Just try to take two more inches…” He compromised.

You felt grateful that he was at least compromising a little. As you battled whether to agree or not Keigo pushed all the way in and you heard as his waist hit against your ass. You let out a scream as the pain was increased to a maximum. You felt him extremely deep. He suddenly brought you up against his chests as he leaned his head down kissing your neck.

“Oops…” He mumbled not sorry at all. You knew he wasn’t sorry.

“You’re not sorry Keigo, you fucking son of a bi- “His hand slapped over your mouth quickly to shut you up. He held it firmly as he gently rocked against you slowly. The first couple thrusts were gentle to get you adjusted to his size, but then they became rough and hard. You moaned against his hand as he picked up the pace.

“You love it, don’t you? Hm? My cock is covered in your juices which lead me to believe you love being stuffed with my cock,” Keigo comments. Such vulgar words being said out loud caused your face to heat up. His hand uncovers your mouth, and he pushes you down into the mattress with your ass up.

Keigo starts violently thrusting into you at a fast pace. Pitiful mewls fall from your lips as he continues to do so.

“Who do you belong to?” He questioned harshly as he rammed into you again causing a small cry to come out of you. Keigo twisting his hand into your hair and pulling on it causes your head to jolt back.

“Who... do… you… fucking… belong… to…” He gritted out in between pants.

“You.” He continues to impale on you as he wanted to hear his name fall from your lips.

“That’s right baby… Now repeat the whole thing with my name,” Keigo demanded. His hand tugged on your hair harshly as you let out a whimper.

“I belong to you, Keigo,” you mumbled out, tears on the brink of spilling out from your eyes. Keigo hummed as his grip on you didn’t loosen.

“Louder baby, I can’t hear you,” he teased. You swallowed your humiliation as you took a deep breath.

“I belong to you, Keigo.”

“Good girl,” Keigo verbally applauded as he released his grip on your hair. Keigo thrusted in and out at a steady pace. He would go all the way in which caused you to clench around his cock. Keigo leaned over not stopping his pace. Tears fell from your eyes and he groaned as you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“Your tears turn me on so much more…” Keigo rasped out as he wrapped his hand around throat. He turned your head slightly as he licked off your tears as they continued to flow. Pants escaped his mouth as he picked up his pace, “I’m going to cum in you.”

“NO! You better not,” You quickly interjected. Keigo simply removed his hand from your throat and pushed your face down into the bed in response. His hands gripped around your hips as grunts left his mouth. You continued to moan into the bed as you finally realized that it had become pleasurable. His fingers digging once again into your hips just adding to the pleasure your body was feeling. He rubbed your now swollen bud causing you to cry out and clench around your cock.

Keigo groaned loudly before ramming into you releasing his seed into you. “Fuckkkk…” He rasped out as he thrusted a couple more times before pulling out.

You felt his hot semen come out and drip down your clit as you raised your head panting out. Your fingers were shaking tremendously and so were your legs. You rolled over on to your back and closed your eyes already going into a slumber; unfortunately, Keigo had other plans as his feather tickled your collarbone and suddenly cut the fabric your bra. The flimsy material exposed your nipples to him as the bra became extremely loose.

Your eyes shot open only to be met with his eyes extremely close, he dominated you in a deep kiss as his fingers played with your nipples. Twisting them, pinching them. You whimpered into his mouth as you were already exhausted from the last round. Keigo removed his lips from yours as he went down and took on of your hard, perky nipples into his mouth. Keigo sucked on it, biting down softly causing to jerk. You let out a small whine as your hands weakly pushed on his shoulders.

“Keigo, please. No more. I’m begging you,” Your voice came out so frail. He brought his face up and looked at you.

“God, baby... You’re so fucking gorgeous. Look how defenseless and exhausted you look…” Keigo smirked as he came closer and he lined his cock at your throbbing entrance, “Having you at my mercy, begging me to stop…” you felt his cock twitch and he pushed his head into your cum filled cunt. You let out a small cry, “It’s honestly so sexy… Nothing turns me on more than you begging and crying underneath me,” Keigo finished.

Your blood ran cold, you realized just how deranged and sick minded this number two hero was.

Keigo fully pushed himself in you and a guttural moan leaving his lips, “Look at that, you take my cock so good, baby.” The comment made you tense up, he was suddenly face to face with you and his hand went around your throat again, “I’m going to make you cry, beg, and sob.”

Your hands flew up to his chest, “Keigo, please don’t.” He smirked at you, his hands tightening around your throat causing an involuntary gasp escape.

“Begging already?” Keigo taunted as he started thrusting. At this point you just let whimpers come out, it was no use holding back anymore. “You’re such a good girl for me,” He breathed out in between pants.

This man was praising and degrading you at the same time and it made you wet. Keigo impales a little more harshly as you let out a small cry. He starts using his other hand to rub your clit and you immediately squirm.

“Look at that, still extremely sensitive,” Keigo commented as he released his grip from your throat and placed his hand on the side of you. You desperately wanted him to stop tormenting your clit, at this rate you would cry.

The sound of skin meeting skin, the sloppy gushy rhythm echoed throughout the room as you tried to think of a way to get him to stop.

Maybe I cou-

A harsh bite down on your neck caused you to scream. Liquid stung your eyes as you were forced to focus back on Keigo torturing your clit.

“Ah there we go, you’re back,” Keigo huskily whispered against your neck. Shivers ran down your spine and he continued to softly bite on random parts of your upper body. “There you go baby, focus on my cock filling your cunt up.” He brought himself eye to eye with you, “That’s all you can focus on… Like the little whore you are.”

A sudden flame ignited in you as you brought your hand down in attempt to slap him, but you caught your wrist just in the nick of time.

A low chuckle chilled you to the bone, “I knew you had some fire; it just takes a lot to ignite it,” He stated as if it were a fact. Keigo grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them down with one of his hands. You squirmed beneath him and he gave you a harsh thrust.

“Did it ever occur to you that you were the only one finding the red feathers?” Keigo questioned as he this time softly rocked against your hips. You looked in away in embarrassment, you knew you were the only one finding them, but it didn’t occur to you in a negative way.

“It’s been what?... two months now,” Keigo commented, with his other hand he used his fingers to rub your bud.

“Nnnghh…” Petty little moans escaped from your mouth as he rocked against your hips and rubbed your clit.

“Surely, you’re smarter than that, right?” He questioned in a mocking tone. His golden eyes staring into your own with a sly glint in them. “No… You’re just absolutely fucking naïve and innocent.” The last two words coming out harshly as he mercilessly ravaged your little cunt.

“Fuck… K-Keigo… Ngh...” You blabbered out as a few tears slip out your eyes. Keigo wastes no time in licking them up; He starts making circular motions with two of his fingers on your delicate clit. You clenched around his cock as you felt another orgasm approaching. Your wrists trying to escape a way out of Keigo’s grip.

You had no physical strength, it was gone. He was right. You are naïve.

“Two fucking months,” Keigo gritted out. The smacking of his waist hitting your most inner thighs leaving a faint stinging tingle. Your orgasm was right there, on the edge.

“K-Keigo, I’m going to c-cu- “You moaned out and he rubbed against your bud faster. You let out a loud cry as he continued thrusting through your orgasm.

He wasn’t far behind, in fact, the clenching of your cunt around him as you released was all he needed to cum. He released again all inside of you as you went limp underneath him. Little sweat beads trailing down his forehead as he rocked against you three more times to finish out his high.

Keigo removed himself from you and you weakly sat up, your eyes barely able to stay open.

“P-please no more… I’m begging you; my body can’t do it…” You whispered out. He brought you close and gave you a gentle kiss.

“I know. That’s enough for tonight… I’ll clean you up and then we can get some rest,” Keigo stated. He lovingly trailed his finger down your cheek already seeing your eyelids close.

“You’re mine forever.”

And you were all his forever because of a trail of red feathers.

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Peter Parker: Foreign Exchange Student

Spaceage Love song

Last years valentine comic, poor Mei was left out and I never ever got to do a follow up. So this year, Mei gets an entire comic to herself.

Also as an aside, i’d like for all the single people who hate the holiday because it reminds them of their singleness to look to the holiday as a day to be nice to themselves, for self care (physical, mental, emotional), and to do something nice for themselves. I typically use it as a day to buy myself something I wanted and do fun things. And to practice the continual lesson that I do not deserve self loathing and to work through negative thinking.

Be good to yourself.

93 notes • Posted 2021-02-13 17:52:27 GMT

#4

Peter Parker: Foreign Exchange Student

MYSTERY CALLER HOUR!!!

I wanted something short and silly and honestly, i had this idea back in october but never got around to it.

Felicia is the worst, lol.

103 notes • Posted 2021-11-20 21:32:41 GMT

#3

The final part of our Peter’s X-mas wish trilogy that shoulda been done earlier but hey it’s finally here. Guess Peter in this outcome finally got himself a girlfriend. Or at least that’s the local gossip according to class 1-a and 1-b.

Stray dumb musings:

I dunno if Deku gets hurt that often, i draw him with the bandages cuz I just think it looks cool. Same with Peter’s webshooters.

Felicia has completed the transformation from seductive temptress to thirsty temperamental gremlin.

TFW you just wanna adopt all three and file off the serial numbers.

At this point, this comic is dangerously close to being a dumber, rowdier, meme-ier version of archie but with way more superheroes and anime.

107 notes • Posted 2021-01-11 16:40:57 GMT

#2

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128 notes • Posted 2021-02-26 18:15:34 GMT

#1

Can't wait to see what you have in store! Hope we get to see more peter and momo moments (feel's sometimes people don't cheer enough for her, class big sis needs some love too.) Also take your time, whatever you got planned is gonna be great. Much love and peace!

Jeez has it already been a year???? Ah well, so in summary, this year Peter's relations with several girls has grown, more MHA characters made their appearance, and Peter either snarked/quipped/bungled his way through everything. I didn't get to make as much as i wanted to this year, but hopefully that changes next year.

As for what's in store for Peter in 2022?

I got an idea or two......

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172 notes • Posted 2021-06-20 22:13:34 GMT

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late night calls

Summary: It all started with a phone call to the DEA office to tell Javier about the surgery of his father. You had insisted to take care of him after Chucho told you about the surgery. That you would fall in love with his son you had never met before? Just as surprising to you as it was to Javier.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Plus size reader

Wordcount: 4.1k+

Warnings: fluff, phone sex, mentions of bomb attacks, sexism, self doubt, yearning?

A/N: I know that probably more time passed between the bombing and Javier being send back to the states but I chose to ignore it. For the plot. Hope you enjoy it :)

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*taglist in reblog

You still weren’t used to the heat. Yes, you did move to Texas because you wanted a fresh start. But the fucking heat would take some time to get used to. Nothing was holding you back in Maine. You had spent the last years taking care of your sick mother. She had died just before Christmas and with her all the family you had left. 

So coming with the new year you took a leap of faith, packed your things, and moved to a little town close to the Mexican border. You got a job at the local police station as a secretary that made a decent sum of money each month. Life was good. At least you told yourself so. 

You had made a couple of friends. Mostly the older generation of the town. You weren’t big on going out, nor had the town a big nightlife in the first place. That’s why you insisted on taking care of Chucho after he told you one day at the diner that he had to get a hip replacement. His wife had died a long time ago and his son wasn’t able to leave work.

“Don’t you have some better stuff to do cariño?” He had asked.

“What better way to start your day than on your Farm, Senior Peña.” You had winked at him.

Chucho might have been a stubborn old man, but once he got out of surgery and was in pain he was thankful that he accepted your help. That was also the first time you heard him talk about his son. Javier.

“Be a dear and call him to tell him I’m okay?” He had mumbled before he dozed off again. You had chuckled, kissed his cheek before you left him for the day to went over to his farm. Once you had taken care of everything for the day you sat down on his kitchen island and grabbed the phone, dialing the first number he had written down.

You had suggested moving into his place in his recovery time. It was a beautiful place. Mexico was just on the other side of the river down the property. But the best part about this place was the air conditioning. Okay… You really loved this place and it definitely was an upgrade to the small apartment you were renting in the city. 

Waiting for his son to pick up the phone you wondered what kind of job he would have that he wasn’t able to take care of his father. You didn’t judge him, okay maybe a little, you were more curious. You had seen some pictures of him spread through the house. But you had never asked about him.

“DEA Office, how may I help you?” A woman answered your call.

“Uhm… Is Javier Peña available? It’s about his father,” you tried.

“Oh of course. Agent Peña just got in. Please hold.”

Agent Peña? DEA? You had so many questions but they died on your tongue when the call connected again.

“This is Peña.” A deep voice said. He reminded you of his father.

“Hello Mr. Peña. I’m only calling to let you know that your father’s surgery went fine. He wanted me to forward this to you.”

“Javier, please. Not even my father likes to be called Mr. Peña.” 

“Oh I noticed that,” you chuckled.

“He’s fine yeah?” You heard something shuffle on the other end of the line. 

“Yeah. Already made some jokes and told me to make sure I feed the horses in the right order.”

“You’re taking care of the horses?”

“Yeah. I’m temporarily moving in to help your father.”

“That’s very nice of you. He never told me about you.”

“There’s not much to tell.” You got up and took out a bottle of water from the fridge. “I’m only here for the air conditioning.” You joked. He laughed.

“Fuck I miss air conditioning. Hold on.” You sat down again, hearing only damp voices.

“Fuck. I need to go. Please call me if something comes up. Dad has my home number too, right?” He was speaking quickly and you wondered what was happening. 

“Yes, he wrote it down for me. Everything okay?”

“Yeah hopefully. Just some work stuff. Keep in touch, yeah?”

“Will do Javier.”

Chucho got home a week later and he was the worst at listening to doctors’ orders. You still had to go into the station to work, but you spend your whole time worrying about him. It was funny to you how he seemingly had become a father figure to you in less than a couple of weeks. 

Of course you found him standing at the kitchen counter when you got to the ranch, the phone tugged between his shoulder and his ear, making himself a sandwich.

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” You asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I was. Then Javi called and I got hungry.” 

“Stubborn old man,” you grumbled and he rolled his eyes.

“Come on, I brought dinner.”

“Fine. Here. Javi wants to say Hello,” he handed you the phone before he slowly trotted towards the couch. Shaking your head you put the phone to your ear.

“You are really strict with him,” Javier said.

“Someone has to. Are all you Peña men this stubborn?” 

He chuckled. “You have no idea. How is he doing?”

“Overall good. Not complaining as much as in the beginning but then again I am bribing him with my delicious cooking.”

Javier and you had spoken to each other at least two times per week since the first time you called to tell him about his father’s surgery. You learned that he was a DEA agent on the hunt for Pablo Escobar. You learned that he was feeling guilty about not being there for his father and to take care of the ranch. You learned lots of things about Javier Peña. 

“Ah... Delicious cooking. Maybe one day you get to cook for me?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You teased, hearing him take a sip of his drink. Whiskey probably. 

“Just that my father is praising your cooking so much I wonder if it really is that good.”

“Oh, it is, Peña.” You found yourself smiling. You heard him sigh.

“Everything’s okay over there?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he said too quickly. Definitely a lie. You nodded.

“You wanna stay on the phone while I prepare dinner?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he whispered.

The better Chucho got, the longer the phone calls between Javier and you seem to get. It was mostly at night after he got home from whatever he had been doing at work that day intending to check in on his father. But after a few sentences, he asked about your day. About how you felt. What your plans for the coming weekend were. 

“You sound exhausted Hermosa,” he sighed. It had been a long day at work and all you wanted was to grab a pint of ice cream and drown your sorrows.

“Just the usual sexist bullshit at the PD,” you groaned.

“Want me to kill them?” Javier joked.

“You take care of your nemesis, I take care of mine. But I appreciate the help.” You sat down on your bed, knowing that this was usually the room he occupied when he was here to visit his father. 

“Noted. But if it’s any help, I had a shit day too. They seem to get more frequent the longer I stay in this shithole.”

“Maybe you have to focus on the good things of being in this country. There have to be some. The food probably. I always enjoy new food. Maybe go to a museum? I don’t want to intrude but you don’t seem like you do anything besides work and well…”

It was pure accident that you had heard the voice of a woman one night when you had called him for a change. You knew that he looked good, you had seen the pictures, so it shouldn’t be a surprise to you, that he did have a girlfriend. He clarified that he didn’t, that this was just a woman he got intel from. You didn’t ask any more questions, it wasn’t your right. That it hurt to think of him and another woman was something you chose to ignore.

“I never thanked you,” Javier said. You let yourself fall back into bed, staring at the stars outside the window.

“What for?” you asked quietly.

“Thanking care of Dad and the ranch. Listening to my drunken ramblings. You’re a good friend,” he said. You smiled, a warm feeling spreading in your chest.

“You’re a good friend too, Javi.”

Chucho didn’t need anyone to take care of him. Not when he was back to his old health after a couple of months. But he had asked you to move in with him anyway. And you loved to live with the old man. Enjoying not being on your own all the time. And you loved helping him out at the ranch. The PD was still getting on your nerves and you were seriously considering just quitting.

“I hate it. I fucking hate it. I get one dumb line after another, just because I’m a woman. That I helped to get together the evidence to put that fucker away that killed all those women last year is not even of interest. FUCK!” you complained to Chucho. He knew about all of this already. Yet he jumped from his seat when he saw that you did cut yourself while making dinner.

“Careful.” He took your hand in his, leading you over to the sink to look at your wound. It didn’t hurt that much. 

“What about if I take care of dinner today, and you go and take a bath? Javier is probably gonna call in a bit…” Chucho winked, putting a bandaid on your finger.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you frowned.

“Just that I see the way you smile every time my son calls.”

“Two whole days off? What are you gonna do with yourself?” You joked. You were laying in the bathtub, the phone in your hand as you talked to Javier.

“Don’t know. I feel like I need a home-cooked meal so I’m gonna nag Connie to cook one.”

You chuckled, crossing your legs.

“Is that water I hear?” he asked and you blushed. Why? You didn’t know. You had undressed numerous times while on the phone with him, but being completely naked and him knowing about it…

“I’m in the bathtub. Chucho’s orders. He’s making dinner before I kill myself doing it.”

You were met with silence.

“You okay, Javi?” You sucked your bottom lip in. “I did only cut my finger,” you joked.

“Just trying to get the picture of you naked in the bathtub out of my head.”

“You don’t even know what I look like.”

“Doesn’t matter. All I need is to hear your voice and I’m hard…”

“Javi…” you whispered, feeling hot all of the sudden.

“Will you tell me?” he asked.

“Tell you what?”

“If you think about me? Because you are on my mind all the time. I keep picturing how you look. If you have long hair or short hair. What color your eyes have. If your smile is only half as beautiful as your laugh. Fuck… I just wanna see you. I wanna feel you. I wanna taste you Hermosa.” 

Unintentionally your unoccupied hand had made its way down your body, your breath coming in short pants.

“Keep talking Javier…” you whispered, your hand slipping in between your legs.

“I want to touch you. Fuck I bet your skin is so soft. I’d worship you. I stay up at night wondering if I could fit your boobs in my hands. What sound you would make when I close my mouth around your nipple…”

“Shit Javi…” You moaned.

“I wonder how you taste. Are you wet for me baby?” he asked and you heard a zipper being undone on his end of the line.

“So wet. You always make me wet. I touch myself when we get off the phone, wondering how it would feel to have you here…” you whimpered.

“I would have fucked you on every flat surface in the house if I was there. The thought of you sleeping in my bed is making me lose my mind.”

You circled your clit with your fingers, a low moan coming from your lips.

“I wonder how you feel wrapped around my cock. I wonder how you sound when I make you cum. I want to hear it so badly…” You were sure he was fucking his hand and you whimpered at the thought.

“I wish it was my hand wrapped around your big cock right now. God, I wish it was your hand between my legs and not mine…” You bit your lips, keeping yourself quiet.

“Put two fingers into that cunt and make yourself cum. I wanna hear you…” he groaned on the phone. 

“Fuck Javi…” you cried quietly, two fingers inside your cunt. “I wish it was your cock and not my fingers.”

“Me too… Me too babe.” he moaned. “Circle that clit for me. Cum for me.”

Circling your clit you almost let the phone fall into the tub when you came with a low moan. You heard him cry out your name on the other end of the line before all that was heard was both of your heavy breathing. 

“Javi…?” you asked after a while, still high from one of the best orgasms you ever had. You heard the familiar sound of him lighting a cigarette.

“I meant every single word Hermosa. I want you.” You never thought you would hear these words from him or any man for that matter. You weren’t a typical beauty. You weren’t skinny, you loved food and your curves showed it. On most days you were happy with the way you looked. But you also knew how Javier looked. He was an attractive man and you knew he did indeed have a new woman every other night if he felt like it. He might be interested now, but once he would meet you, there was no way he would make true to all the things he said.

“You’re quiet.” he noticed.

“Yeah. Just coming down from the best orgasm I’ve had in a while,” you joked and he sighed.

“I might not see you, but I know that you’re lying.”

“Okay, it was the best orgasm I ever had.”

“Hermosa…”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Just let me enjoy the illusion of a handsome DEA Agent being interested in little ol’ me.”

“I’ll make sure you believe that it isn’t an illusion until we do see each other.”

Months went by and by now you were pretty sure you were in love with Javier Peña. The phone bill was taking dimensions you were almost guilty about, but Chucho only smiled not taking your money, telling you to make his boy happy. Safe to say he approved.

You had told him about your insecurities and Javier made sure to tell you every time you talked to each other that it didn’t matter how you looked. He told you that you could be green and he’d still go down on you the first time he would meet you.

And you wanted to believe him, you really did. You had told him how you looked after he tried to talk you into sending pictures of yourself “with or without clothes, I don’t care. Though you can guess what I prefer.” he had teased. Javier never made a secret about how much he liked you. Enjoyed talking to you. He told you he had stopped sleeping around for god’s sake. 

He was supposed to visit his father in a couple of weeks and the more time passed, the more nervous you became. You didn’t doubt that he meant every single word he said to you. It was years of being on the receiving end of jokes and being the ugly friend that automatically let you feel like you weren’t good enough.

The worst part was that you knew, deep down, that you were beautiful. You loved how you looked. But there still was this voice inside your head, telling you that you would never be good enough for anyone. That there was no way someone would ever fall in love with you.

It was a typical morning at work. You had your coffee and all the files you had to update. Javier had talked to you until you fell asleep, telling you that he felt like he was failing in taking Escobar down. He didn’t tell you much, not wanting you to worry or to risk someone listening, but you could tell that he was exhausted. “I fucked up, Hermosa. I really fucked up and I have no idea how to fix this,” were the words that he had whispered to you in the middle of the night. 

You didn’t ask what he meant, just telling him that you’d be there for him, no matter what.

Typing as usual you stopped as the song on the radio was, interrupted by a news report of a bombing in Bogota, Colombia. You knew that there were bombings all the time over there, and Javier always assured you that he was perfectly fine. But with how he was last night, you had a bad feeling.

“Fuck. When are they going to stop that shit over there? If I was there I’d caught Escobar years ago,” one of the officers said. You closed your eyes, breathing in deeply.

“Isn’t Chucho’s son over there pretty face?” The officer stopped in front of your desk and you opened your eyes.

“Yeah he is,” you said.

“Maybe if he would know how to do his job, shit like that wouldn’t go down like that,” he grinned and you wanted to stop, but your hand was faster. Slapping his cheek you got off your seat.

“And maybe if you would know how to use your dick your wife wouldn’t fuck your colleague over there, but you’ll never know, right?” You grinned, picking your purse and walking out.

“I’m taking today off.” You yelled over your shoulder as you walked to your car.

Javier didn’t pick up the phone. Which wasn’t what concerned you on the first day. He would have to deal with the shit that had happened over there. But when three days passed and you could see Chucho getting nervous as well you became restless. The ranch had never been so spotless. The horses had been fed in record time, and you took long rides along the river. If something had happened to him someone would have called, right? You couldn’t even reach his partner Murphy who you had talked to occasionally when Javier wasn’t at his desk. 

When a week passed and you hadn’t heard anything you were close to making your way to the airport to just fly down there. What if he died? What if he was gone and you hadn’t told him that you loved him? That you fell in love with a man you had never met before? Getting off the horse you sat down at the tree closest to the river. It was quiet here. This was the outer area of Chucho’s ranch, your favorite spot. You had joked about building a house here once when you were out with the old man and he had agreed that it would be the perfect spot. Sighing you drank from the bottle of water you brought.

Where the fuck are you Javier?

Another week went by without any sign of life from him. You had called the DEA office again but no one seemed to be able to give you an answer. You were growing restless. Working seemed to be the only thing that could get you off the spiraling thoughts of what if? You really had it bad for the man. Shaking your head to yourself you sighed as you parked your car on the usual spot in front of the ranch. Chucho’s truck was gone, he had a doctor's appointment to check on his hip and would meet his lady friend for dinner afterward. You had met her, Estella, once. She was a beautiful woman and Chucho seemed very happy with her. With a sad smile you killed the engine, getting out of the car. On your way to the house you groaned, turning around because you forgot your take out. You weren’t in the mood to cook and the pizza from that place that Javier had told you about was the best you had ever had. While you opened the passenger door of your car you heard the front door of the house open.

Shit. Burglars? You didn’t have anything on you, you could use as a gun. You knew you could probably make it to the horse stable to find something, but not in these fucking heels. Why did you wear these fucking heels? Maybe you could make them choke on the pizza? But then again you were looking forward to eating it. 

“Just take what you want, I won’t look.” You called over your shoulder, hoping to just be spared for the day. Closing your eyes you sighed when you were met with no reaction. You heard footsteps on the porch that stopped.

“Look, I’m really not in the mood for this bullshit today. So either take whatever the fuck you want or kill me….” you turned around and all the words died on your lips.

Standing there, leaning against the porch was no other than Javier fucking Peña. Alive. And looking even better than on the various pictures hanging in the house. He was bare feet, wearing tight jeans and a green shirt that was half undone. Opening your mouth to talk, all that came out was a gasp. He looked at you, his eyes mirroring the million emotions inside of you. Looking down at yourself you felt shy all of the sudden. This isn’t how you imagined meeting him for the first time. You wanted to be pretty. To wear some spanx. To have some make-up on. Closing your eyes you breathed in deep. You were happy to see him, you really were. But the ride of emotions you had gone through in the last couple of days took hold of you. Walking quickly towards him, you pushed against his chest, the air leaving his lungs in a puff.

“You fucking idiot. I thought you died.” You pushed him again.

“Do you have any idea how awful I felt since I heard the news of the bombing? You…” You pushed against his chest again, but this time he was faster, grabbing your wrists as he looked down at you. You felt the tears in your eyes as you finally looked up at him. Almost a year of phone calls and now he was standing here in front of you. Alive and warm. And smelling so fucking good.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, holding both of your wrists against his chest as he looked at you. 

“I should have called but I told you I fucked up. Badly. And I had to fix it and…” he shook his head. “It doesn’t matter now. I’m here and fuck… you’re even more beautiful than I pictured you,” he smiled a little.

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” You huffed, still annoyed.

“No?” he asked teasingly, smirking at you as he leaned down. You shook your head, biting your lip. God, you wanted to kiss him. 

“Can I at least try?” he asked, his lips brushing over your temple. You swallowed, shivering when you felt his cheek against yours. Fuck. Why did he smell so good?

“You may try, but I’m really, really mad at you Javier.”

You closed your eyes when he released your wrists and put one of his hands on your back to push you closer against him. He kissed your cheek before he straightened to his full height and looked down at you, his other hand coming to rest on your cheek.

“You’re really sexy when you’re angry,” he teased before he leaned down to kiss you. You melted against him, your hands running up his chest, holding on to the back of his neck as one hand ran through his hair, to pull him down. Kissing him didn’t come close to anything you could have imagined, his tongue parting your lips and you couldn’t help the moan against his lips. 

“Still angry?” he whispered out of breath against your lips.

“Slightly less angry,” you whispered back before you found yourself in his arms as he carried you into the house.

[benevolentbirdgal]

Purim: a Jewish holiday and wild ride from start to finish

So let me tell you about the absolute soap opera that is the Jewish holiday of Purim. The scene is set in ancient (appx. 4th century B.C.E.) Persia during the first Jewish Diaspora, in the city of Shushan (typically identified in secular sources as Susa, a now-abandoned ancient city in what is now Iran). I’m telling you, as a work of literature (even beyond theological implications for Jewish people), this book has everything: love, drama, royalty, intrigue, ego, plots, irony, mystery, and a strong female lead. 

[some non-slur swearing below]

Ahasuerus, party-loving king of Persia executed or exiled (translations argue) his wife Vashti, and had to find a new queen. Why did he do this, you ask? Well, it really starts with an 180-day party across his kingdom for all his subjects to celebrate the third year of his reign. After that absolute rager, party-bro KA has another one immediately after for a week, this time just for the capital city of Shushan. Vashti was having a woman’s party in her quarters, presumably living her best life, when party-bro sends his top seven yes-men to deliver a message to Vashti. This sleaze-ball wants her to appear at his party in front of everyone, wearing her crown, with the clear implication being only her crown. Vashti more or less tells him to pound sand (I mean, not the literal translation, but that’s the sentiment). 

KA’s advisors convince him that this is not only an offense against the king but also against all the men in the country (ah, the joys of ancient patriarchy and toxic af masculinity). KA writes a degree that women must respect their husbands so he has an official reason to get rid of Vashti. Vashti is soon thereafter out of the picture and the king is short a queen. Whether she was a Wise Lady With A Point Who Got Screwed Over or a Vicious Jew-Hating Adulteress Who Had It Coming has been a matter of furious debate for over two millennia (the Babylonian Talmud and the Jerusalem Talmud vociferously disagree on her). In any case, KA regrets it pretty quick and wants a new queen. 

At the behest of his advisors (you know, since their last advice worked out soooooo well), KA had a big contest/forcible gathering of young women from around his kingdom and a Jewish woman, Hadassah, was the winner.  Hadassah was an orphan raised by her cousin Mordechai in the city of Shushan. Hadassah is more commonly known as Esther, because she changed her name to hide her identity as a Jew (at the behest of Mordechai). In any case, KA decided he liked Esther best and she became queen (it’s specifically mentioned both that he loved her most and that the palace staff liked her because she was nice to them-it’s unclear how much of an influence the latter was). 

Concurrently, a wicked man named Haman was the top advisor to the king and the king would basically rubber-stamp whatever Haman wanted. Haman was a raging Jew-hater-this will be relevant later. 

Some time into Esther’s reign as queen, Mordechai, who has taken to hanging around the gates of the palace to keep in touch with Esther, overhears a plot by two guards, Bigthan and Teresh, to kill the king. Mordechai alerts his cousin, and she tells the king. It’s recorded in the book of deeds and life keeps moving. 

Some time later, Haman decides (after a promotion to head lackey) that he wants all to bow to him as he passes. Mordechai refused to bow to Haman every single day (citing that as a Jew he bowed to no man), and that did not sit well with Haman. So despite being prime minister and presumably having more important things to do, “genocide the Jews” made it to the top of to-do list. He didn’t like them before, and Mordechai refusing to treat him like a special snowflake was something he took really, really personally (totally can’t think of any modern politicians like that, nope). He told KA, who frankly doesn’t seem to ask enough questions, that there was a people disrespecting the king and his laws throughout the land, and could he pretty-please exterminate them. As a bonus, Haman would “donate” 10,000 silver kikar to the royal treasury (modern conversion vary, but all agree this an absurd amount on money). 

KA handed him the royal seal to do so. Haman was feeling lucky I guess so he decided the best course of action was to draw lots to pick the day for the massacre. [Purim is lots in Hebrew, so that’s where the name of the holiday came from]. The message went out to all the provinces that on the thirteenth day of the twelfth month, that they citizens and leaders should murder all of the Jews, young and old, man, woman, and child, rich and poor and take their possessions as spoils. 

As this wasn’t exactly a state secret, the Jews knew and were quite distressed. The planned slaughter was like a year out, but what the actual fuck were they supposed to do? If you lived in Persia at that point that, the empire was functionally your entire world, unless you were fabulously/ridiculously wealthy and well-connected. Having several months notice the other locals and your rules were going to slaughter you and take your stuff isn’t particularly useful when there’s really nowhere to go. 

In Shushan, Mordechai (who, although not explicitly in text, is in oral/Talmudic tradition a leader of the Jewish community) goes into mourning. He dresses in sackcloth and ashes, he weeps, and he fasts at the gates of the palace, as Jews throughout shushan and the kingdom are doing. Esther hears of her cousin’s mourning behavior and tries to send along nice clothes through a messenger, which he refuses. It is then that she learns of the decree. Mordechai (through the messenger) implores her to go ask the king if the Jews not getting murdered could be a thing. Esther explains that she could be killed for approaching the king unsummoned. Mordechai stresses the severity of the situation. Esther agrees to ask the king and tells Mordechai to have the Shushan Jewish community fast day and night (as opposed to just day as prior) for three days, and she and her handmaidens will fast too (no word on what the handmaidens thought of this).

On the third day, Esther bravely approached the king, asked him if she could request something. He said anything, up to half his kingdom (which implies to me that homedude, for all his flaws, was actually into her). Esther invited him to a party, where he and Haman would be the only guests. At the party she asks if she can another request. KA is open to it and she invites him to another party the next night. Party-bro king is obviously down and Haman is tickled to death at this second invitation. 

He goes home to brag to his wife, Zeresh, about the invite and also to bitch about how angsty he is Mordechai is still alive (this angst reignited by passing him on the way home). Zeresh suggests he have fifty-foot gallows built to make Mordechai an example on, with the king’s permission, ASAP. Haman orders the building of the gallows, feeling secure in the knowledge that his bestie the king will execute Mordechai on them. 

Back at the castle KA can’t sleep. He demands a bedtime story from the his records, because those will presumably put him to sleep. The story that gets read, ~coincidentally~, is of Mordechai saving KA’s life. Haman had sidled on up to the castle to speak to the king about killing Mordechai, and the king called him in. KA asks Haman, if he were to honor someone, what should he do? Haman is thinking “this is obvi about me” and tells the king that the honoree should be donned in royal clothing, and ride through the streets on a fancy horse with people someone shouting how great he is. KA is like great, love it, perf, go do that for Mordechai. Haman is not a happy camper but does the thing. After that, he goes home and tells Zeresh about it, who warns him that this is a very bad sign. 

Finally, that night is the night of Esther’s second soiree. Haman and KA attend. The latter offers to Esther anything she wants, up to half of his kingdom. Esther asks that her life, and the life of her people be spared. KA is like “whomst” and Esther revealed it was Haman. At this point Ahasuerus.exe stops working and he takes a walk to the gardens. He comes back to see Haman begging Esther for his life, and KA thinks Haman is assaulting her. Haman was seized by nearby guards.

One of the chamberlains is then like, hey, KA, coincidentally there’s these super high gallows Haman just had built. Why not take care of the problem that way? (The fact that the random nearby chamberlain was like yup, that dude, hang ‘em in the morning, probably says a lot about how Haman treated most people around him, even more than forcing all to bow to him). KA orders it be done. 

Not that Haman was around to be sad about it, but what happened next would have massively pissed him off, as his old job then went to Mordechai. Esther then implored of the king that the degree to allow the massacre of the Jews be reversed. The king couldn’t Cntrl+Z the order to murder-all-the-Jews, but he could issue an order that they could fight back. The proclamation was sent throughout the land, and the Jews were able to prepare. Since the royal decree had been amended, the governments (princes, governors, satraps) largely reformulated their plans accordingly, but plenty of Jew-haters still wanted to use the opportunity. The ability to self-defend meant that the communities weren’t massacred. In most of the kingdom, the Jews were now safe. Outside of Shushan, the fourteenth of Adar became a feast day. 

Shushan was still not safe though. Antisemites were still out and mad (and apparently had not learned from the previous day), so Esther asked the Jews of Shushan to be allowed to defend themselves once more. Her wish was granted, and the Shushan Jews were able to defend themselves once more (so Purim is celebrated a day later in walled cities). 

The story ends with the decision to write it down, and although there some debate on authorship, it is traditionally attributed to Esther herself cowriting with Mordechai. 

Nowhere in the book is God mentioned. Nowhere is there divine intervention (at least not explicitly). Just Jews sticking up for themselves, being brave in the face of mortal peril, and a metric fucktown of chutzpah. 

[onebizarrekai]

v3′s art is comically terrible for a professionally distributed game in a series: a compilation

in this not-essay I will list all of the mistakes and problems I have spotted in v3′s art. don’t worry, it’s entirely for fun and I’m doing this on a whim, so please feel free to not take this seriously but also it’s hilarious and embarrassing how ridiculous this is like what happened did they speedrun the whole production or what

see, there are some things you can take as meta like “they made it bad on purpose to allude to the downfall of tv shows that have been on air for much too long” but I have a very strong feeling this is not the case due to the nature of some of these errors

disclaimer, the more I study this art, the more I fear that the artists were underpaid and underslept, so if this is in fact the case, I am so sorry to all of them but also I’m going to make fun of the art anyway

anyway let’s get started!

if you study this image for longer than 5 seconds, you will see that kaede is the only one fully shaded and keebo is literally just his normal sprite pasted into the image. every other character is just an ordinary ref, hence most of them facing the exact same direction with neutral expressions on their faces. it looks like a bad edit, and is probably one of the worst pieces of art in the game. it kind of gets better from here on, but my roasting will not.

with that out of the way, here’s the problem that officially bothers me the most and clarifies my viewpoint of “this is not meta and an actual lack of company communication”

this freaking cg, which seems normal at a glance, but some wiseass was like “oh, kaede is a girl, so obviously she’s going to be shorter than the Male Protagonist™” ah, that’s funny. because if you look at the character bios, kaede is, in fact, one inch taller than shuichi and not like 6 inches shorter as she is shown here.

also shuichi’s shoulder is disproportionate and horrendous and he looks vaguely like a jojo character, but I wasn’t even thinking about that until right now.

thanks guys, 50% of the fandom who has never bothered to check these bios thinks that kaede is like 5′3 (did the developers really put so little thought into her to the point where drawing her correctly in the game didn’t even matter??)

also I would like to point out that, even though this isn’t related to the art itself, yes, a character kaede’s size being only 117 lbs is unfeasible, but this applies to literally every character in danganronpa ever and it’s not new news that it’s unrealistic

update: someone in the tags informed me that in versions of the game that use centimeters, like the japanese version, kaede is actually shorter than shuichi, which just adds another thing to the list of weird decisions the localization team made for no reason. that said, after confirming this, kaede is 167 cm in the original, while shuichi is 171 cm, which are approximately 5′6 and 5′7 respectively, but one inch is still nowhere near as drastic as it is depicted above. (in spite of this, I would rather depict kaede as slightly taller, so I’m probably going to keep doing that.)

the journey continues!

bro if you want kaede to have shoulder length hair then stick to it to begin with

you can pretend this is at an angle all you want but they definitely committed the shorter kaede sin a second time

wait a goddamn second.

DO YOU SEE THIS

no………… it wasn’t kaede who shrank. it was shuichi who got taller

speaking of which, can we talk about how shady the perspective is in this elevator pic? look at shuichi and kokichi in comparison to kaede. kokichi, who is canonically 7 inches (edit: or 5, if you’re loyal to the original) shorter than kaede, looks taller than kaede. he’s growing too. what steroids are these gays taking

running into the room, electric boogaloo: I don’t think tsumugi is supposed to be the same height as kokichi

gonta… gonta you’re lookin a bit like a jojo character there

I love how kaito’s head looks kind of like it was pasted onto his body. why is he the same size as shuichi? shouldn’t he be high school bully size or something? his torso is teensy

ah yes, white angie.

I love this cg but why is shuichi’s right hand so much bigger than his left hand

I also love how this cg looks like they literally took pictures of trees and pasted them into the background, especially on the left. the shadows are so weird, especially closer to the ceiling, it’s difficult for me to believe they didn’t do exactly that.

return of Enlarged shuichi

puberty update: kokichi is now taller than shuichi in spite of shuichi never missing leg day. what crimes will he commit

I have to mention it, guys. this has to be one of the worst danganronpa cgs. kokichi’s facial proportions look atrocious. look at the way his face sticks out like his jaw is in the wrong place. his scarf is a pasted texture. that’s it. this moment was so iconic but the cg just looks so… so… off. like something is terribly wrong, but you can’t put your finger on it.

you know what? let’s get into that ‘pasted texture’ thing.

let’s imagine you’re an artist working on a professional game. you’re assigned to draw cgs of kokichi ouma, who has a checkered scarf from hell. sure, it will be terrible to draw, but you only have to draw it once at a time! plus, perspective is pretty important, right? can you be bothered? nah, actually. let’s just copy paste a checkered pattern into the cg, because I’m sure nobody will notice. it’ll blend right in with the other cgs that someone actually put effort into drawing his scarf in, right?

no. the answer is no and I very much noticed. this genuinely looks terrible and I would understand taking a shortcut like that in fanart or even an indie game but this is a full price pc and console distributed game

(an addition: look at kokichi’s TINY HANDS in that last one)

meanwhile, they straight up forgot to color in kokichi’s scarf in this cg.

dude. I forgot about whatever the hell this cg was. anyway look at keebo please just look at him

lovin kaito’s baby arms

real talk, maybe you could argue that he’s missing muscle because he’s deathly sick, but most of his cgs don’t line up with this, and his arms just look disproportionate to his torso size (granted this is a consistent problem across all danganronpa games and a lot of characters have this weird problem, like hajime, but also kaito is bigger than hajime so I kind of have higher expectations of him) maybe it’s his stupid goatee and the way he reminds me of yasuhiro?? it creates this illusion that he’s older than he is and so I keep expecting him to look more like an adult

oh, also rantaro is missing some of his accessories in that video he made–you know the one–but I don’t wanna go back and screenshot it

also you may have noticed that I’m skipping all of the monokub cgs because I literally do not care about them and I’m not even bothering to check and see if they have artistic mistakes in them

JIMMY NEUTRON???

hey um uh kaito you seem to be missing your neck

hey guys do you like my pregame fanart

so, that done, the sprites are also pretty terrible at times. they’re not as interesting to go through, however, and downloading the full sprite sets for every character and studying every single one of them will drive me insane, so I’ll just sum some of the ones I noticed up. I made things for kaede and shuichi before deciding I wasn’t going to get into it, so here are these.

that said, other mistakes include kokichi missing his purple highlights in all of the sprites encompassing a specific pose, stray pixels all over the place on everyone, and everyone also has heavily inconsistent shading, but literally all I think about is how pregame shuichi is unshaded and two of kaede’s pregame sprites have glaring outfit change mistakes in them

anyway, thank you for taking the time to read my ridiculous ramble. in all seriousness, there’s this looming presence of some lack of communication in the development team, like with all the art and design inconsistencies, pieces and sprites that look rushed, stray pixels, and missing basic proportional stuff. these are the kinds of things that you supposedly have to pretty much have in the bag in order to get jobs in professional businesses, so it’s really weird to me that this game suffers from so many of these problems. it’s like they tried to make the art so much more crisp than the other games, but it fell on its face as they realized it was going to take longer to draw everything and they started to rush. it’s weird, because the coloring itself looks normal–it’s just sloppily drawn, and the proportions are a mess once put into the context of perspective. many of the cgs look like they were drawn by different people, and I’m still not over the fact that half of kokichi’s cgs have his scarf pasted in as a texture.

the moral of the story is that if you’re selling a game at full price that also happens to be in a series that has had 3 very good games in it already the stakes should probably be higher than this. v3 has been out for more than 3 years and it’s still $40 (did it cost more than that before? I sure hope not), and the overarching quality of the game is just not as high as the other games. I’m not saying that the other games don’t have any problems with their art at all, they’re just not as glaringly obvious and every artistic choice in those games feels intentional.

regardless, I had a blast roasting the art at 2am, so maybe you got a kick out of all this chaos.