#ah well probably fun to figure out code for

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

i keep having a lot of thoughts about like, modularity in tabletop systems/hacks, and how i wish there were more shorthand to denote 'do what's most fun for you, there's like three different ways to implement this mechanic if you want to implement it at all, but this is what it's For and how whatever you do with it will affect your game.' it vexes me

[oh-no-its-bird]

Fic where, in practicing to get edo tensei right, Orochimaru uses Izuna as a test subject and tries to substitute DNA to make it work, using Suigetsu's bc like it's extra flexible or whatever bc shape change

Edo tensei mermaid Izuna locked in a tube somewhere in Oro's lab,,

He's SO mad about it and has literally no information ab what's going on at all bc hes locked in a fucking tube !!

Bonus points if Orochimaru doesn't even specifically know who he is

They unearthed him w the rest of the founders on a whim but bc no one really requested him specifically, the body just kinda sat there and eventually got mixed in w the rest of the Uchiha corpses, till Orochimaru requests an Uchiha corpse and they shrug and send him over

He still has Madara's eyes too (left alone either by oversight / or bc they decided not to pull them before he got mixed in w the other bodies, who had by then already gotten scooped of their eyes so they assumed he'd already been harvested)

Ok but like. No one even tells him what happened/where he is/that madara made the village. Why would anyone?? The only one Izuna sees regularly is Orochimaru, and he doesn't know those facts would matter??

Izuna doesn't even know what Konoha IS, he isn't gonna recognize the name

From Izuna's perspective, he died in his bed and then BOOM. Tank time.

Orochimaru might tell him it's been some years since his death (thinking he died in the massacre) and even if Izuna doesn't believe him bc like, enemy, enemy territory, he sure as fuck probably won't be thinking "Ah yes it's been decades since my death and my brother went against my dying wishes to make that village"

Tho he might get nervous and start picking up those cues when he sees the tech

Oro mentions offhand that the Uchiha were all killed and Izuna immediatley assumes the Senju won the war and loses it

He'd figure it out eventually obviously (probably after being set free, most likley by Sasuke w Suigetsu) But he'd also probably keep that to himself, bc like, enemy territory n stuff

Mermaid shapeshifter Izuna terrorizes the shinobi world,, Sasuke doesn't know what he just unleashed.

Ok actually but like. Suigetsu's shape-shifting but bc Izuna has a fire chalra nature, make it liquid fire shape-shifting. Fuckin, fire mermaid Izuna. He has an awful time retaining his form and actually for the first chunk of time, him being in that tube is genuinley just for the best. He keeps turning into liquid fire with no real solid body and can't put himself back together for hours.

Izuna hears his brother is still alive and running Akatsuki and is so down to clown till he realizes THATS NOT HIS FUCKING BROTHER HOW DARE YOU USE HIS NAME

Anyways oh my god Izuna on team Taka,,

He and Sasuke would be SUCH a dynamic actually, they look alike so much?? Sasuke doesn't recognize him but he's clearly a close relation, so there's some mystery there. Sasuke is like super shaken by finding a member of his clan and Izuna, by that point aware that apparently the rest of his clan is dead, is sticking to him like GLUE. Sasuke is bitchy little brother coded and Izuna understands this is probably karma bc he is also bitchy little brother coded

They probably clash a lot, especially bc both are expecting to be in charge here, but ultimately I think they'd get along better than Sasuke does most people, and there's also that bonus vulnerability of like. Izuna is an older Uchiha boy who's trying to brother him (with a noticeably different brother-ing style to Itachi too) and Sasuke has been alone for so, so long.

Sasuke accidentally calls him nii-san then promptly has several break downs about it

Suigetsu and Izuna either get along ALARMINGLY well or they hate eachother. I think I wanna go with the first bc it sounds more fun. They couldn't talk to eachother in the tanks but they could still see eachother, so maybe they kind of developed some sort of code to communicate?

They are "cause problems on purpose" friends. They're also "wdym I can't kill him???" *looks of genuine confusion* buddies. They're giving Sasuke the biggest headache actually, someone stop them. If you leave them to "take care" of a problem, there will be carnage.

Also, like, Izuna literally has Suigetsu's DNA in him. That's a thing.

Mmm maybe some complex thoughts ab how Izuna has effectively become a bloodline thief against his will (the ULTIMATE taboo for shinobi from his era) and he's like, actually fucked up about it.

Running joke where they refer to each other as cousins, could be funny. They argue over who's the bastard child (it's Izuna obviously but he won't just take that title lying down)

Izuna is like, in his 20s, and Karin is around 16 or 17 at this time I think?? She definatley has a bit of a crush on him (which helps take the edge off Sasuke) but like, he's not acknowledging that beyond patting her on the head. She'll get over it eventually. (Sasuke hides behind Izuna when Karin is trying to flirt w him and Izuna absoloutley laughs at them both)

Izuna is actually really impressed w Karin's sensing abilities specifically. I think he'd be a bit on edge around her at first, bc Uzumaki -> Senju ally. But he'd quickly assume she's a deserter (he has no idea the Uzumaki are pretty much wiped out rip) and becomes cautiously chill after a minute or two (also when he first escapes, he REALLY doesn't have the luxury to pick and choose his allies. He's instantly attached to Sasuke and cautiously fond of Suigetsu, and Karin seems to have Sasuke's trust at least, so he'll keep an eye on it but otherwise trust Sasuke's judgment)

Izuna and Karin besties arc where they paint eachothers nails is a must. I love the take that Izuna is really into fashion n stuff and he and Karin should like, trade hair tips or smthn. Karin knows modern soap brands where as Izuna bought his soaps from clan vendors who no longer fucking exist, so like, it's definatley helpful.

Karin is the only one of them to have any real hint of where tf Izuna came from (tho even she doesn't have the full details) it'd be cool if she was the one to figure out more details ab his general mystery— maybe something about her chakra sensing gives her a hint as to how old he really is?? Or she finds the paper trail that hints towards the bodies being mixed up???? Idk but she deserves to have an "aha!" moment

Also Izuna's medical knowledge/standards are NOT up to modern and Karin is so mad about it, she's giving him hella lessons on first aid n shit and he's very, very interested in all this free medical knowledge

I know the least about Jugo so bear with me on this one pls— I think Izuna would find Jugo to be pretty fascinating as a person actually. He enjoys tentatively poking him with sticks, and comes to genuinley like him as a person (when he's calm) pretty quickly

Also cats love Izuna so he gets bonus points from Jugo bc of that, they can bond while petting Izuna's contracted cats or smthn idk

Yeah I really don't know much ab Jugo so that's all I have to offer sorry

Ok let's backtrack a bit, back to Orochimaru ->

Fun scene towards the very start of the fic, where Izuna still has no fucking clue what's going on, but recognizes Orochimaru as a member of the Orochi clan. He says as much, and Orochimaru has to pause.

No one's mentioned his clan to him in years. They haven't been relevant in Konoha since Orochimaru was born— even before that, they were barley relevant. Izuna should not know who they are.

(The only reason he does know is bc they had a neutral to positive relationship w the Uchiha back in the warring era, and Izuna had visited them once before)

Immediatley, Orochimaru is squinting at this guy. He's giving Danzo a ring asking who exactly he got sent over, but Danzo doesn't actually have anything to offer him??? The paperwork is a mess and there were a LOT of Uchiha. He's not registered as a shinobi tho.

Hmmmm.... ok.

Orochimaru is suddenly aware there's some kind of mystery here now, which is dangerous for Izuna. Izuna is, again, in enemy territory, and he's able to pick up on the fact that Orochimaru doesn't actually know who he is. This ofc means that HE sure as hell won't be telling him.

Maybe he bares his teeth and sarcastically says he's the second coming of Uchiha Madara (not even that big of a lie when u think ab it)

Pivoting time ->

Izuna is listed in the data books as like, being equally as talented as Madara and I think we should talk ab that more actually

I love Tobirama but he really did get him by surprise

Izuna just got cocky and taken by surprise!!

HE DIDNT EVEN GET COCKY HE JUST LOGICALLY DIDNT EXPECT TOBIRAMA TO FUCKING INVENT TELEPORTATION

Then he went down in the history books both in canon and out of it as the weakest of the 4, that's so tragic

Izuna gets mermaid edo tenseid and (once people know who he is) everyone is like "Ok well at least he's uhh. The weakest of the 4 right?? I mean tobirama killed him when they were like only 19/20 so we'll probably be fine???"

Then he just fucking bodies them all bc hes a nightmare actually AND on whatever special test trial edo tensei steroids they gave him

Izuna is fueled on rage and spite and he's full up on both

Imagine he gets the full story of everything that happened while he was dead too, like.

Ok so Madara goes against his EXPRESS dying wishes and makes his village. (what the fuck!!) Then backs out (yay!!) but in an awful way that effectively fucks over the entire clan for years to come (nii-san what the FUCK)

Then gets literally backstabbed by Hashirama (HE FUCKING TOLD YOU!!! WHAT DID HE FUCKING SAY!!!!!)

Then the Uchiha seem to thrive and like. Ok. He's still mad about it, but at least something... kind of nice came out of it.

THEN BOTH THE VILLAGE AND MADARA'S(?????) SCHEMES KILL THEIR ENTIRE CLAN

Izuna is SO mad at literally everyone, holy shit. The only one safe from his rage is Hikaku, god rest his poor, poor soul

Actually, I think it'd be funny if Izuna was like, indescribably extra awful mad at everyone— but then is like. Normal mad amounts at Tobirama, who was a bitch but at least didn't seem to carry on a personal fucking vendetta against the Uchiha like EVERYONE ELSE INCLUDING FUCKING MADARA FOR SOME GODDAMN REASON

Izuna is going like, "FUCK you, FUCK you, OH, EXTRA FUCK YOU—" then squints at Tobirama and goes "...fuck you." Then goes back to screaming

To be clear, Tobirama absolutely contributed to the end of the Uchiha, but like. A) it'd be funny, and B) at least his seemed slightly less on purpose than literally everyone else

There's also I think a difference of like. Izuna never expected Tobirama to suddenly turn around and be pro Uchiha

Where as everyone else (again, including his brother!!) Was like. A genuine betrayal

Tobirama fucking over the clan was never a surprise

He never pretended to be on their side (like Hashirama lowkey did)

Tobirama vs Izuna but it's them getting to relive their rivalry where as Izuna vs literally anyone else is emotionally charged as hell and filled with demented screaming

Leaving it there for now, I might actually try to write this one but who tf knows

[ghostiidasponk]

ROMEO F. SENN-HEISER

Diasomnia 3rd year - Film Research Club

OC INFO BELOW THE CUT

Thank you to @thehollowwriter for the OC template! :D

Basic Info

Name: Romeo F. Senn-heiser

Homeland: Land of Pyroxene

Species: Human

Birthday: March 15th

Age: 18

Height/length: 180.34cm

Dominant hand: Left

Family: His sister, Delilah.

Preferences

Hobbies: movie watching, scriptwriting

Likes: His buckwheat pillow, Sticking to the script, Observation, His sister (PLATONIC PLATONIC PLATONIC PLATONIC GTFO).

Dislikes: Terribly made improv., Talkative people (hypocrite), Loud noises.

Favourite food: Onigiri.

Least favourite food: Onions.

Personality:

Romeo is a mostly quiet individual, however tends to be surprisingly talkative when communicated with. “A total yapper” -Ace. Although not necessarily introverted, as he will only approach people so long as they are interesting enough.

Hyper-intelligent, with a vocabulary that may intimidate those who try to talk with him at first.

(He is very Will Wood coded.) His way with words may also be seen in the scripts he writes for the Film Research Club, often going to Vil Schoenheit for criticism because of his respect for the artist. Would also consult Rook Hunt because of his passion for poetry, as well as his observant eye.

"Ah, my vigilant comrade, your astute observations have illuminated the shadows within my script, like a lighthouse piercing through the fog of my narrative. Your insights are a beacon, guiding this vessel of creativity away from the treacherous rocks of oversight."

-Romeo to Rook

Outside of his club activities, Romeo will either be seen strolling around campus, reading in the library or sleeping in Diasomnia, however, he will only go into Diasomnia either before or after Malleus’ group has arrived to avoid Sebek’s shouting.

On weekends, he goes home to help his little sister out at home because their parents are mostly working abroad.

Romeo has two moods, do something and finish it as quickly as possible or procrastinate til the very end. It all depends on his interest on the activity, much to everyone’s surprise.

"Ah, why the look of astonishment at my dalliance with procrastination? The homework, a dreary endeavor, devoid of inspiration and zest. Any rational soul would recoil from such tedium, seeking refuge in the more vibrant realms of imagination."

Over all a total nerd and a good older brother figure. May not get along with everyone, but his ‘unique’ thinking tends to keep peers entertained, unbeknownst to him.

Some Fun Facts/Extra Info:

> Probably neurodivergent

> Aroace

> Tends to be very doting with children (NOT IN THE PEDOPHILE WAY GTFO) as they remind him of his little sister back at home, Delilah.

> When asked about his glasses, he will start yapping about how they were a gift from his sister.

> His parents work abroad and only come home on winter break to spend time with the family. He doesn’t talk about them much.

> Cat person.

> Based on the guilty gear character 'Bedman'.

> Horrible, and I mean HORRIBLE with sports.

Flat colors

(the neon green hurt me)

[dearyuls]

#. > 0 | 1 | 2 <

CHAPTER ONE.

> please read the prologue (0.) for content warning.

The loud blaring of your phone alarm had woken you up from your dreamless slumber, you dragged yourself out of bed just so you wouldn't have to hear it for a second longer.

Work today.

You sighed to yourself, stretching your arms above your head, letting a strange sound that you wouldn't let another human hear due to embarrassment as your limbs readjusted from being unmoving for countless hours.

Peeking through your blinds you saw that it was cloudy... You'd better prepare for the worst, clouds mean worries and uncertainty in your mind, you heavily associated weather with the tone of your mood, and so, today must just be one of them days.

Time to get ready, you don't want to end up being late, you'd worked too hard to even afford this apartment, late mornings were just something you'd need to suck up to, what a stupid world, having to make yourself unhappy just to be allowed to live, it really was pitiful.

You sifted through your closet, you had so many clothes just so you were prepared for any type of situation, it kind of overwhelmed you! You ended up picking a cute blouse and then a cute skirt with some tights, your usual outfit, it's not as if you wanted to wear cuter clothing to appeal to people, you just thought it looked good, and so you wore it! You couldn't care less if people were watching you.

Half an hour later after you'd properly woken up, you grabbed your bag and headed out to your shift at your job, you were a worker at a local bakery – you didn't man the kitchen, that would mean you needed to wake up even earlier! Instead you were the clerk, you sold the baked goods, sorted out displays, took phone calls, and occasionally when the bakers asked you'd help out, it was honestly a pretty fun job, you just felt lucky that you hadn't been forced into an office for the rest of your days, you really couldn't complain about the hand you'd been dealt with.

You were actually friends with the owner, the two of you were close friends during your high school days, and, when they told you they were planning on starting a business, you had nothing but support for them, even when they were struggling you still would come and help, and they in turn, offered you a job working there! It's not everyday your friend randomly gives you a career opportunity, and so you graciously accepted.

Opening the doors, a bell rang, and, a yawn slipped from your lips, the scent of freshly made cakes drifted around you, invigorating you to do your best today! Not that there was an overly heavy workload on your back.

"Ah, Good morning, I hope you slept well. "Eom Shin, the owner peeked his head out from the kitchen, his white hair pinned up as he was dressed up in an apron, another reason you enjoyed your job was having no dress code, if you weren't walking into work naked, you were fine.

You smiled at him, giving the man a wave. "I slept ... good. "You were lying, waking up before noon was a struggle. "It's good to see you're in good spirits!" You'd known Shin for so long you could read the emotions he felt easily, he was dull in tone when he spoke, but his face was simple for you to understand.

"Yes, I came up with a new...." combination" to try, we'll need to experiment but, I think it'll sell fast. "You'd opened your mouth to ask him, but he already figured you out too it seems.

"I'm keeping it a surprise, Be ready. " You deadpanned as he disappeared back into the kitchen, you followed in his stead so you could retrieve this morning's goods that were cooling, time to get ready for a long day of interacting with people!

He wasn't much of a talker, your work conversations were normally short, btu, after you've known someone for a few years, things tend to dry up, but you weren't sure if it was that or just his composed attitude. It was normal to you though, he did have a lot more to do than you, and probably was a lot more stressed, it's not like you were about to start complaining.

Shortly after you, your other in-house employee arrived, you were currently organising some filled- croissants onto your display as the ding of the bell sounded out again, you turned and met eyes with the dishwasher, Tae Iseul, you waved to her again and she bounded over to you, wrapping her arms around you, you couldn't help but let out a chuckle, stepping away from her. " I can't do my job if you're planning to latch onto me Iseul." You patted her head for a second, knowing she was about to start talking to you about her day, unprompted, She was very active compared to you, animated and lively, you'd have to say you were more of a passive person, so, the two of you were a good match, you weren't sure if you had become friends quickly due to you getting along well, or just because the girl was chatty in general.

" Oh. My god. You won't believe what happened to me this morning! So, I was getting out of my bed and then I-"

She went on and on for a good five minutes, telling you some mundane story as if it were the most important moment of her life up till then, you nodded to let her know that you were listening, you were lucky to have someone like her be your friend, it meant you'd never get bored, she would often spam you with texts in both the work group chat and on your social medias, you always replied when you could, you were baffled at how she had so much energy all of the time.

" Oh that reminds me, are you free tomorrow tonight? I feel like going out! You need to come with me, pleeease! Please, please, please! " She latched herself onto your arm as well, shaking you as you tried to write on the little signs of what the prices of your items that day were, as much as it was a bother, it was nice at the same time. " I promise we'll have fun! Plus the day after we have the day off, so you have all the time to rest afterwards! "

" Sure, Just text me the details tonight! " You replied as she started to use her puppy dog eyes on you, before a bright smile filled her face

" You're the best! I loveee youuuu! " She sung as she started to walk to the kitchen, probably to let Shin know she was present and to get started doing her job, instead of talking to you. You didn't have time to say it back, but she wouldn't mind it, you didn't do it half of the time anyway, you knew it wasn't a serious I love you, more of just a " thank you. "

You knew there were more employees working there, but you weren't on a talking basis with them, just passing smiles if you were in the same part of the bakery, so, this meant you could finally focus on getting everything set up, your most important thing on the to-do list!

When the time passed 10AM, you switched on some faint, calming background music, and skipped over to the front of the store, flipping the "Closed " sign over to "Open".

Customers came and left, some of them sat inside, enjoying the ambience, since you had a few tables set up near one of the windows, most of them were couples or old women, and you'd answered one phone call regarding what you put into your food, wanting to allergy check before coming, you hadn't been called back to the kitchen so far, and it had been a nice shift for you, that was until a certain person entered.

You didn't like to judge people based on their appearances, people go through shit, it isn't their fault, but this guy was just reeking of sleaze, you didn't let it bother you at first, maybe this was a bad day for him or something, he could be lovely.

" Hello! Welcome Shins' bakery, what can I get for you today? " You gave him the customer-service smile, and waited for his answer, the second his mouth opened you had to stop yourself from covering your nose, perhaps you should give him a complimentary mint. Yikes.

" I'll have ummm...one of those. " he pointed a finger with a crusted, bitten nail to one of your slices of carrot cake, ready to ask him if he'd like to take it out or if he's going to stay inside and eat it, when, a smirk finds its way onto his face. " and uhh..I'll also get your number, sunshine. "

Your face visibly cringed, you were thankful for the counter separating the two of you, lord knows where those grimy hands had been.

" So, the carrot cake will be a takeout, then! " You replied in a forced chipper voice, you didn't want to get a complaint, but, you didn't want to give him a chance to stay with you, he was a creep for sure, nobody asks someone out like that if they have good intentions. You brushed it off, getting the cake out and putting it into a box with a little fork, before bagging it, there was always the chance that he was the type to give up after first rejection...?

" Ya didn't hear my order properly sweetheart. " He leant over, and you took a step back.

" Let me take ya out. " He stared at you, making you feel uncomfortable, not that type of guy at all.

" Unfortunately, that would be very unprofessional of me, mister. I'm not allowed to accept any advances from customers. " You were lying through the skin of your teeth, but, it was better to lie and stay safe than say you didn't want it.

You saw his face contort into a scowl as you rejected him much clearer this time, you looked around somewhat frantically, but to your dismay, nobody else was at the storefront right now, and you couldn't just ask the customers for help.

" Does it look like I care what your rules are? I can provide for ya if ya ditch this place. " You scoffed, why would you risk anything for a complete stranger, and a creepy one at that... at least he had believed what you said, so you could keep going with it. But his blatant disrespect to you was really irking you out, why did he not just listen to you for the first time, had he really just came in here in order to ask you out? Theres no way right?

" Well, I enjoy my job, I'm very sorry, if you're not willing to pay and then leave, I'll be taking it up with my manager. " Your tone was more stern now, wanting to get the point across but not wanting to sound angry or threatening. Interacting with people could be so awful sometimes, it made you want to rip your hair out.

The man looked like he was about to reach over and choke you, and you were frightened for a split second, your heart dropped, before he seemed to concede, leaving the store without even taking the cake.

You took a deep breath of air in, thank god that situation had been avoided.

You look to see if anyone else was coming inside before you retreated for a few minutes, you needed to calm down after that.

Hopefully you wouldn't end up with anymore creeps today.

--

For the first time in a long time, Yul was feeling ecstatic, he was so happy! After all of his hard work, he was finally being hooked up to a job! It wasn't anything too big yet, but, being new in the business, he was grateful that he'd been given a chance to do anything.

He wasn't taking any photos today, but he was meeting up with the establishment to talk over pricings and times, it was some sort of nightclub, so he figured he was going to be out late on whatever day they wanted him in, but he was exhilarated, his first gig.

He was only wearing a simple outfit, a black sweater with black jeans beneath it, he kept the hood up to cover his hair in public, just to draw less attention to himself and his more feminine appearance, since he couldn't just peel his facial features off.

He hung his camera around his neck, as an accessory, and also so he could snap a photo of whatever he pleased when he was outside, with work being unguaranteed for him, he had to be ready at all times for spontaneous jobs.

He was a little nervous at the same time, going out to meet people, reintegrate into society after everything, he felt like curling into a ball and locking himself inside and never leaving the house again! He couldn't do that though, he was getting better step by step, he knew not everyone outside was staring at him or recognising him, how would they? Nothing came of what happened, but, he was still nervous it would catch up to him.

If he thought anymore about it he was sure he wouldn't make it out of the door, so he slapped himself in the face and made himself leave, he couldn't ruin the first good opportunity he had been so graciously given..! He didn't believe he worked hard enough for it, but, maybe whoever was up there had been smiling down on him that day..!

His pace was quick, he didn't want to stop and talk to anyone, or even look at anybody for too long, or those horrible, horrible thoughts would come back, he thought, maybe they wouldn't, he hasn't tried out of how nervous he is, he really has become a wreck, he'll work to get better though, he's sure of it, he just needs time, he's ready to face what he did, it's just difficult for him to stomach it without throwing up.

Yul shook his head, and put his headphones in as he was walking, if he listened to music, he wouldn't have such worrisome thoughts bothering him, he could imagine he was somewhere else, perhaps in the clouds with his dear beloved------

He was doomed. Maybe he could never recover, he changed his mind on it.

He didn't think of her as much now, which was definitely a start, he's been able to sleep without thinking of her a good 5/7 nights a week, that was amazing from him, but he still wanted to do better, why was she still in there? Couldn't she just get out? He wanted his obsession to fade so badly, he would dig his fingers into his brain and spill it all over the surrounding floor just so he could be rid of it.

It was torturing him with a smile on its face, and all Yul could do was deal with it and hope it would get better, hopefully it would, one day. He wouldn't just be like this forever, moving on is a natural part of human life, loving and losing is what it means to be alive.

He bit the inside of his cheek, a new habit he'd picked up, if he kept thinking about such thighs too deeply, he'd drown in them. He had to stop. He needed to stop. He closed his eyes and grabbed at the fabric inside of his pockets to get some of his excess stress out, squeezing it helped him a little, and he kept walking.

After around twenty minutes of letting soulless music flood into his ears, he arrived outside of the club he was going to be taking photographs in, and he sighed to himself, this couldn't be that bad, make sure you keep up the good impression you made the first time Yul..!

He took his hood down, and removed his headphones, and he stepped inside, his first step back into the world.

--

Thankfully, after that man had left, nothing had came up for you, you'd let Shin know about it and he was sure to check over the CCTV in case he was a bad character, which you had thanked him for, at least something could be done for you.

After finishing up your cleaning duties at shopfront, you were just about to leave, with 5PM passing, your shift was over! The long days weren't too bad, especially when you got phone breaks and the job didn't require strenuous work. You took your hair down from the ponytail it was in, you'd only put it up for work, normally it would just be down, and bid farewell to Shin and Iseul, offering a wave to your other co-workers who were leaving, and you stepped outside.

It was dark, probably from how cloudy it was earlier, you thought to yourself, but not dark dark, you could still see everything out there, you readjusted the strap of your bag on your shoulder, and made your way home, you walked the same way back that you walked there, so, in theory, there shouldn't have been any disruptions to you..and, you bumped into something?

No...someone.

Cursing your special awareness, which had never been overly good, you looked up, ready to spew apologies to whoever you had accidentally bumped into, then you saw who it was..

" Fancy seein' you here sunshine. " the man from before your shift was standing, blocking your path, he must've been in hiding and waiting for you, since you hadn't seen anybody walking your way when you were looking up before.

" ...why are you here? Um..could you please move, I need to get home. " You spoke nicely, now you weren't in a controlled environment, this was a much more dangerous situation fpr you, you needed to play your cards carefully to make sure this man kept his hands away from you.

He laughed, looking down at you, and immediately you regretted making eye contact with him, the way he looked at you was if you were prey.. you absolutely despised it.

" I've been waitin out here since ya rejected me...Now you're outta work, why dontcha come back to mine, pretty? " he stepped closer to you, and you stepped back again, oh god, You were outside, nobody was around you, it was kind of late, and you weren't very fast, neither did you fancy having to touch this thing either... what would you do if he wouldn't accept your rejection now..? Worry was setting in, the man was looming over you, he was tall, and that was scary when you were by yourself and unable to hide.

" W-why have you been waiting so long...couldn't you have tried to find another woman..? I'm sure that wouldn't be difficult for you..." Flattery may work? If you're nice enough he could let you leave perhaps....?

Wrong. This only made him smirk more, reaching out to grab you by the waist.

" Oh, so ya think I'm good lookin'~?" ..absolutely NOT. " I saw you n' couldn't help myself... I need you sweetheart, come on...just say yes.. I'll treat ya so good.."

You winced as he grabbed your waist, his touch was rough and scary, your mind was spinning.

" Let go of me please, I'm uncomfortable with being touched by strangers. " Your words fell on deaf ears as the man let out a hearty chuckle.

" But, I'm no stranger to ya.... We met earlier silly. " his eyes darkened as he grabbed you tighter, your heart was beating faster than it ever had before, what were you supposed to do? You couldn't think straight.. you were so worried, you'd heard stories about this kind of thing, but you presumed it would never happen to you..

He was leaning in closer, you leant back, but he was holding you in place, you had seriously frozen up in fear and were too panicked to scream or call for help, your lungs felt like they were filling to the brim with blood.

Just when you had thought hope was lost, you saw your saving grace through your peripheral vision.

Lunging quickly, you grabbed the strangers arms, pulling yourself away from him with all the strength your adrenaline had gifted you.

" I can't go with you because I-I um..have a boyfriend! " You proclaimed as confidently as you could as you held the strangers arms with both of your hands, digging into it, hoping you weren't causing them too much panic. " I'm already taken so..please leave me alone! " Without thinking you hugged their arm, getting real close to them, in this situation, you just had to take the shot that maybe not everyone was an awful person.

The guy looked down at you for a second, examining your face and then looking up at the man standing next to you, before puffing his chest out.

" Yeah, Leave my girlfriend alone, creep. " The guy had protected you...you thanked the stars for your quick thinking.

" Oh? Ya think ya can fight me shrimp? " The creep hadn't backed down, squaring up to your " boyfriend", with an eyebrown raised, his arms crossed over his chest.

" Wanna find out? " the guys voice seemed lower this time, you were too busy clutching onto him for dear life to see that from his sleeve on the other arm, he had pulled out a knife, holding it with clear intent of violence.

The creep stayed silent, looking down at the knife sourly. Bringing your fists to a knife-fight was never a good idea. He kicked the ground, clicking his tongue. " Whatever, I'll be back for you, bitch. " he muttered, before walking off, luckily for you in the direction of the shop instead of the direction to your house.

You shivered in fear, you'd have to let your boss know about this, and you'd need a new lock on your door, as well as having to look behind you no matter where you go..this was the worst...why did people like him get the right to exist...

After the man had walked out of eyesight, you let go of the random guy you'd grabbed, bowing your head to him profusely. " I'm so sorry for dragging you into such a scary situation... I could've gotten you hurt as well.. I wasn't thinking..ah—um..thank you so much for helping me anyway even though you don't know me ..i" you'd started to ramble from how worked up you were, and the guy shook his head.

" It's no problem, you were in danger. " He looked down at you, and his eyes widened slightly, a gasp slipping from him lips, which confused you.. did he recognise you...? You didn't recognise him, when you finally did look up at his face, you couldn't deny how exceptionally pretty he was...how had such a charmer scared such a brute off? Maybe his reaction was from seeing how horrified you looked...you must've traumatised him because of that...

" Still ... thank you! " You proceeded to give him your name, letting him know where you worked, promising him that as a that as a gift for saving you he could come in and order whatever he liked on the house, meaning you'd just take whatever out of your paycheck, he didn't say whether or not he'd take you up on it.

" I'm Chae Yul, " ,what a lovely name, " are you sure you're feeling alright? " , he asked you with concern as you were shaking like a leaf, you seemed to catch on and tried to steady yourself, you were still coming to terms with the fact that , that had actually just happened.

You nodded your head. " I'm good..I'm okay. I'm just glad you were here to step in. I should..really get home. I'm not far now. " You said to him, but, it was more so you could calm yourself down, home was only five minutes away, if you ran it would be shorter.

Yul looked at you again, staying silent for a second.

" I could stalk you home if you'd like. "

He looked at you, you looked back up at him.

" Oh mygod I'm so sorry I meant walk i-it came out wrong! I meant I could walk you home..I wasn't mocking your situation or anything I didn't mean to—" he was cut off by the sound of your laughing.

A beautiful carefree smile was on your face as you laughed at his blunder, but it didn't make him angry that you did it, you weren't like the people who bullied him... there were no traces of your fear on your face for a second, it made him..happy?

" Y-you..i-i..." you spluttered through your laughs, looking up at him as you smiled, unable to frown about your prior situation. You wiped a tear from your eye as you looked at him.

" You're funny, Yul. " you spoke his name with a smile as you shook your head. You shouldn't give your address to a stranger, even if they did save you. " I think I'll just call my friend and walk home, bit, thank you for your offer..."

You turned around , thank Yul one last time before you started your walk home, dialling your co-workers number, ready to listen to her ramble about nothing, if you'd have looked back, you would've seen two purple eyes piercing into you.

[charkie-ee]

team bolas rojas gas masks designs??

in THIS day and age?????

it may be more likely than you think..

this was my first time drawing a series of different gas masks, no idea if they’re accurate at all, but it was really fun!!

**notes & closeups under the cut :-D**

it’s a lot of notes so be prepared for an info dump.

NOTES:

Philza: honestly, what more is there to say than “CROW MAN!!”? aside from his goggles being glow-in-the-dark, theres not much more to the mask design. however, i decided, “hey! this is purgatory! i can fuck up these characters!” so, he has a ripped ear(?)wing and messily cut back hair. (i didn’t pay too much attention to the hair in this design, i was mainly trying to get the gas masks down, but maybe i’ll go further into later.)

Cellbit: this is definitely one of my favorites, he looks pretty scary, i would NOT stop my car if i saw him on the side of the road. its based off of a cat mask(obviously) and a painted white streak goes through his mask, inspired by his hair. i didn’t include it, but circles in the goggles are supposed to retract with different emotions (kind of how cat’s eyes do, saucer and dagger pupils.) he’s also covered in blood because he’s going through it lore wise.

Slimecicle: ngl, it was my first time drawing code charlie(other than all the wips i have that i’ll never finish),but i think he’s pretty spooky. his mask is the worst quality, like it USED to work well until he wore it out. thus, there are broken air tubes that let the gas in. (he should probably get those replaced.) the holes for his horns are kind of like an airlock, so the gas can’t enter through them (phil helped him make it.) however, it makes it difficult to take off.

Baghera: baghera’s mask is kind of built like charlie’s, except in much better quality. aside from the loose air tubes, the mask almost goes all the way around her head, not letting even the slightest bit of gas in. theres also a plastic duck beak on top of the regular breathy-thing(i have no idea what i’m doing, so, no, i don’t know the technical term for that) to give it the “bird touch.”

Jaiden: jaiden’s mask was FUN. like i kinda went overboard. i did these all on different days, and this was the night after the big egg battle day. i saw she had fnaf bonnie ears along with her bird gas mask, and said “ok cool. i’ll add that.” she has the same feather/beak thing i gave to baghera. also, hair-wise, she gets a hair bun and her brown roots showing through(we love messy haired cubitos ^^)

Foolish: foolish was interesting, not sure i like the final product, but i’m tired, so it’ll do. his mask is based off of a lemon shark. he gas glowing green eyes and golden splotches on the leather. the air tube foolish has is REALLY long. like unnaturally long. so he wraps it around his neck to get it out of the way. the other members are extremely concerned it’ll choke him one day, but foolish thinks it’s cool and will scare other teams away. kind of like a “yea, i’m crazy, i could choke and die at any minute, and i don’t care.” phil, being the protective father figure of the group, does not like this at all.

Carre: and finally, we have carre. ah, sweet, sweet carre.(he is my favorite.) his mask is based off of a snow leopard because i hc he’s half feline. carre has the lightest, and most simple mask, since it’s entirely plastic, and more so based off of skiing or snowboarding goggles.

ANYWAY, i hope these notes make sense, excuse my rambling about silly designs, i tend to doodle messily, and not really have a plan when i draw, lol.

thanks for reading, BYE!

[synthleeius]

hiii~ 💕 if requests are still open, could I possibly request lee!lyney with ler!traveler? I think lyney deserves a good gettin' ehehe

Magic tricks

hello!! ⭐️

this was SOO fun to write ive been dying to write for Lyney UGH

i hope it was okay i wrote Aether instead of Lumine, i just find him easier to write. enjoyyy🫶

Lyney flared out the stack of playing cards, smiling smugly at the traveler standing in-front of him.

"Traveler~ Be a dear and pick a card for me, will you?" He asked, holding said cards out to him.

Aether simply tilted his head after being stopped in his tracks, shrugging before sliding out a card from the middle. "Hello to you to, I guess."

"Ah, my apologies.. Hello, Aether. Remember that card, yes?" He corrected himself, confirming Aether had a memory of his pick before taking the card back.

"Now, prepare to be amazed, dear traveler!" Lyney exclaimed, shuffling the cards in a way that told Aether he had done this many times before. "Was.. this your card?"

As he spoke, he pulled a card from the top of the deck and flipped it to Aether's view dramatically. The black diamond card glistened slightly, and the shorter just chuckled. "It might've been."

"Ta-da~" Lyney hummed, sliding his cards into a pocket.

"You know, ive been practicing my own magic lately, Lyney." Aether replied, huffing a laugh at the excited expression the other showed.

"You have?" He gasped, "Well, I've obviously taken a toll on you! Who else would you get inspiration from, hm?"

"Lynette." The traveler cut him off slightly, watching the magician's face drop. "Pfft, relax.. I was just kidding, it was you."

"You tease.." Lyney crossed his arms over his chest, before his smile returned. "Though, you'll have to do a trick for me. And maybe if your lucky, I can teach you a thing or two~"

"Isn't that against the magicians code?" Aether joked, laughing softly before taking a few steps closer to him. "I can show you a trick. You'll have to close your eyes though."

"Well, how could I ever say no to a offer like that?" Lyney smirked, letting his arms fall to his sides and closing his eyes.

"Thats good," The shorter praised, moving to stand behind him. "Prepare to be amazed, Lyney~"

With that, he dug his fingers into the backs of Lyney's ribs and wiggled his nails gently into the skin. The taller gasped loudly, falling back into Aether's chest on reflex as he laughed.

"Aether!" is the only word he managed to get out before he was cut off by his own giggles. "stohohop thahat! Thahats uhunfair!"

"Well, I think its pretty fair." He replied in a unbothered tone, like he was completely oblivious to his hands that were now spidering down to his hips.

"Wehell Ihi- don't!" He yelped when he felt Aether's hand linger towards the side of his thigh, barely grazing over the fabric of his tights. He tried to move forward out of his grasp, but the traveler held a firm arm around his waist to keep him as still as he could. "Ihi'll fall!.."

"Huh.." Aether pretended to be deep in thought, before scribbling his fingers into the squishy surface. "Not gonna lie.. that kind of sounds like a you problem. I'd be happy to help though, if you'd do something for me."

The squeal the magician let out earned a few strange looks from the passerby's, his knees buckling slightly before he pushed them back straight. "Whahat do yohou wahant?"

"Well, thats no way to ask is it?" He asked rhetorically, sensing that Lyney might actually fall if he continued in that particular spot for any longer.. So with that logic, he moved up to squish pouch of skin at his sides.

"people ahare staharing! I hahave a reputation yohou know!" He argued, squirming back into the figure behind him like that would make the sensation any less unbearable. "Juhust tehell me!"

"Well.. its simple really, all you have to do is.." Aether paused, moving to whisper in the other's ear. "-admit that you like this."

Lyney gasped and moved his head away, squeezing his already shut eyes. "Wihill- will yohou stohop?"

"Probably not." The traveller shrugged, laughing at the whine that tore from Lyney's throat. "Okay, okay! I will.."

"Yohou behetter.." His laugh turned to soft breathy giggles as aether switched his squeezing to soft in poking and prodding.

"Ihi guess.. I guess its not horrible?" He whispered, his cheeks flushing up in embarrassment. "Now.. let me go! I have a show soon y'know, I'm a magician, not a toy.."

"Alright, alright~ I had my fun." Aether sighed happily, releasing him from his grasp. "And before you ask, yes, I'll come to your show."

"You know me too well, dear Traveler.." Lyney turned around, a genuine smile on his face. "Now, I'll be taking my leave. I'll be searching for you in the audience~"

So he left as soon as he came.. Aether had half the mind to tell him to fix his hair up, but he was more looking forward to hearing the way Lynette questioned him about it.

[themysticaldrumstick]

Hear me out, MC is in the beauty or maybe even the fashion industry? And if this company is something they've created with their own two hands from nothing instead of it being a case of an already existing one switching leadership roles, they probably are also the face of their brand too, which isn't much of an issue when you're young and hot, but now you're in your 30s? Signs of aging are popping up and your body's changing. Sure, MC's still hot, but are they just 30s hot? Not to mention it's kinda hard to feel that way when the nature of beauty and fashion is so superficial and reliant on youth, youth that is slowly slipping away from you. I mean I don't think 30s is old at all but especially for women it's hard out there. Also twink death???? Do you stop showing up in your brand's advertising and marketing? Do you shift audiences? Do you change aesthetics if it was originally so heavily tied to you as a person? Do you double down and risk being seen as an old person trying to stay as young as they were before? At what point do you transition styles? And who do you find comfort in when it seems like you're running out of time, everyone around you is already coupled up, and you've had no luck after your divorce? And you know, if MC modeled for their brand they're probably on advertisements that the ROs see out and about, means nothing to B who has no idea who we are until the vacation, might be bittersweet to M who's probably happy MC is doing well after they lost contact, and hell for post divorce E who just can't escape their ex.

On a more lighthearted note, I think it's funny to imagine a MC that goes from super cool and rebellious to full on parent stereotype. Sorry you had to find out this way dear son that your kinda cringe dad who wears hawaiian shirts with cargo shorts and sandals with the most aggressive tan lines and hairy legs used to be everyone's dreamy bad boy type back in the day. People used to give everything up to be with him but now he hosts a neighborhood cookout every month and falls asleep at exactly 6:47pm in his recliner while the TV's on.

Haunts E? Yeah, that sounds like something MC would do. Pretty sure B would be freaking star-struck, and have hearts in their eyes instead. Hey, don't cut M slack, they'd be highly into it, trust me.

MC's son, looking at them starry-eyed: Teach me your ways!

If you are the same anon, who talked about untapped angst potential, I see it. I see it, now. Currently omw to the computer as we speak ✍️ Also bad-boy MC turned good sounds like fun to write.

Ah, the flavor text.

(Totally ignoring the fact that I have to slave away for it. I spent ten minutes figuring out why the code kept giving me an error only to realize how terrible my indenting was.)

[tastybluesprite]

Hi!! I was thinking maybe 58. "I shouldn't have agreed to this." with lee Raph and ler Donnie? Maybe he made some invention that could help them on a mission but it ends up just tickling Raph? Take all the time you need and hope you sleep well! 💖

Testing

First off sorry wish I got a better quality image lol. But this was the only one I could find of these two that fit the vibe of the fic. ANYWAY! I had a lot of fun writing this. I hope you enjoy! I love these dorks so much.

58. “I shouldn’t have agreed to this.”

Prompt list

“Hey Donnie… you called?” Raph entered his younger brothers lab. Donnie had been in his lab for a good week or two. They didn’t see much of him except for when they ate dinner (he’d end up sleeping through the mornings from pulling all nighters on the mysterious project).

When Raph walked in, he expected something pretty big. But all he saw was Donnie standing there, looking quite proud of himself.

“Hello my dear Raphael. I have an important job for you!” Donnie informed him. “Me?” Raph wondered. “Why?”

“Well, I figured that I’ve learned my lesson with letting Leo touch my precious tech, and Mikey… well he couldn’t stay still long enough to pay attention.”

“Well, I guess I’m honored you called me. What for?” He asked.

“I have completed the assembly for this tech invention I’ve made. All I need to do now is test it and make sure it works so that way if need be, I can fix it.” Donnie explained.

Raph looked around. “Um… where, is it exactly?”

“Ah! Well, it’s right here!” Donnie exclaimed, proudly shoving a small disc in his face.

Raph tilted his head slightly in confusion at the disc. He knew it was probably something important, but he couldn’t help but feel sort of confused.

“What does it do?” He asked the scientist.

“It’s gonna be a new devise I’m making for all of us. They’re going to be escape pods, for if we ever need. Not that we should ever need them… but still.”

Raph looked at the tech. It didn’t seem like it could hurt anyway. Why not. He nodded with a smile, indicating his agreement to help.

“Wonderful!” Donnie exclaimed. He grabbed the device and hooked it to Raphs mid section.

Donnie pressed a few button on his wrist controller. Suddenly, Raph felt something tighten around his arms, pinning them to his side.

“Ugh no!!! It’s all wrong!!!” Donnie cried with a groan.

“What happened?” Raph asked.

“It was supposed to encase you in a large protective box that would launch you back to the lair. Of course I haven’t quite yet put in the coding to let that happen. I only wanted to test the closing mechanism-“

Donnie was completely lost in his rant about the escape pods. Raph wore a goofy grin. His brothers love and joy towards his tech was really nice to see, especially from someone who was so monotonous.

“Ehm… Donnie?” Raph interrupted.

Donnie, finally broken out of his info dump, turned his attention back to Raph again.

“Oh! Right…” Donnie muttered as he went to undo the machine, pinning his arms.

Then a sudden thought flooded his brain. It was as if a light bulb turned on. He noticed just how vulnerable Raph was in this position.

Smirking, he began lightly spidering his fingers against his neck.

“W-wahahait Dahahannie???” Raph yelped and erupted into a stream of giggles.

“Sorry Raphala… this is too perfect of an opportunity not to pass up.”

“N-nohohoho!!” Raph let out a small squeak when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

“Ihihi shohohuldnt hahave ahahagrehed tohoho thihihis!!!” He complained through his giggles, trying to avoid the tickling.

“Oh please… you and I both know you like this…” Donnie countered with a smirk.

Donnie squeezed his hands in between Raphs arms, still pinned by the tech, and dug into his armpits.

“NONOHOHO DAHAHANIHIHIE!!!!” Raph cried through a burst of laughter.

“What was that? I’m sorry I couldn’t hear you over all this laughter, you’ll have to speak up!” Oh Donnie was evil. But Raph knew this already.

All Raph could pretty much do was thrash around in place and kick his legs as he tried enduring the sensations.

Soon Donnie stopped, pulling his hands out of his underarms.

Raph thought maybe he’d finally undo the machine, but that thought was quickly wiped away when he felt a horrible tickling sensation on his spikes.

Raph shrieked and was overcome with hysterical cackles.

“NOHOHOHO DAHAHANNN NOHOT THEHEHERE!!!!!” His kicking and thrashing became violent. When his laughter grew silent, Donnie understood he probably had to stop now.

He got to work with undoing the machine and Raph was finally free.

“Sorry about that Raph. Couldn’t resist…” Donnie grinned sheepishly.

Raph smiled back. “Oh don’t worry! At least now I have an excuse to get you back.”

Donnie stopped grinning. “R-Raph? Raph don’t. Please I swear I’m sorry!” He slowly began backing away, suddenly regretting setting him free.

Raph chuckled. “Sorry Don. This is too perfect of an opportunity not to pass up…”

The purple lovers cackles could soon be heard throughout the lair as Raph wrecked him to pieces. He was suddenly glad that he agreed to help Donnie.

[ukigumos]

Normally I’d send in separately, but I figured this time around I can just send in one thing for two muses. This is my first lil drabble gift for ya. Essentially, you are free to do what you wish with this drabble. You can reply to it, post it as it, hoard it like a dragon, treat it as canon (or otherwise), etc. Hope you like it!

-

“Ou! Hibari!” The athlete jogs right up to Hibari with his classic, friendly, dog-like smile. He found Hibari while there weren’t many others around, which was perfect considering Hibari hated crowding. He made sure to tell the others to go on without him first so there was less of a ‘crowd.’

“It’s a day early, but, Haru says that it’s always better to be early than to be late.” He holds something out for Hibari to take.

It was a bento box carefully wrapped in a purple cloth.

“It’s your birthday tomorrow, isn’t it? Didn’t think we’d be able to find you tomorrow, so… the idea was to give you something today.” A sheepish grin followed by a lighthearted laugh.

How Haru knew about his birthday, he didn’t know. She simply answered with, ‘Haru has her sources,’ whatever that means.

He wasn’t sure if Hibari would accept the gift or not, let alone appreciate it.

{"Don’t you worry, Yamamoto-kun! Haru is 90% sure that he’ll accept it if you hand it to him in the morning. Though, you should probably do so when others aren’t around."}

That’s what she said but—Yamamoto still wasn’t so sure. Hibari was like a cat, it could hiss at you at any moment unprovoked. He wasn’t sure what he’d tell her if Hibari rejected the gift for he didn’t eat anything prepared by others. Just something about the guy gave off the vibe that Hibari would only accept gifts from a very select number of people.

He thought that maybe there was a stronger chance of him accepting the gift if it came from Haru (she was a hamster, after all). He fails to understand that Yamamoto was so dog-coded that he was basically a shiba inu when he smiles.

“Haha, Haru told me her plans a few days ago to make a bento for your birthday and I thought it sounded fun, so I asked to join in. She made the hamburg steak, while I had the easy job of making the onigiri. Haru showed me how to cut the nori to make them look like birds.”

They turned out cute if he had to say so himself. Though it was a bit awkward visiting Haru’s home so early in the morning to prepare the bento, it was also kind of fun (so as long as he can ignore the stares boring into the back of his head from her father)!

Ever the team player, this one.

“There’s something else, hold on a sec.” He starts to rummage through his school bag looking for it. He had it tucked away carefully in his bag somewhere, but it may have shuffled when he was walking.

.

-Mini Flashback-

“Hahi? What Hibari-san likes?” Haru raises an eyebrow at the fact that someone who attends the same school as the upcoming birthday boy was asking this of a person who goes to another school. Shouldn’t he know more about Hibari than she does?

“Well, you know, you had that phase of interviewing people, right?” Yamamoto chuckles at the fact Haru wasn’t bothering to hide her look of confusion. Maybe during her interviews, or her time visiting the birds she picked up on something he didn’t know.

That seemed to be a reasonable explanation for Haru as she started thinking about it. “Haru thinks… he likes hamburg steak. He takes naps, and he really likes animals. He has a nice smile when he interacts with the Hibirds, you know?”

Knowing he likes hamburg steak was the reason why she planned to put it into the bento she was going to make for the prefect.

There was something else that Haru noticed that he seemed to like, but she wasn’t going to speak on that just yet. “Oh- you know? Haru may have an idea. How about this?”

- End Mini Flashback-

.

“There it is. Ah… here.” Yamamoto places a small object on top of the bento and sheepishly smiles. It’s a small bird plush holding a small toothpick flag with a dog drawn a bit clumsily on it.

The craftsmanship between the flag and the bird plush was day and night, so it shouldn’t be difficult to guess who made what. “Haru made the plush herself. She thought maybe the birds would like having a friend. Haha, it’s a bit clumsy, but I made the flag. You can’t have a hamburg steak without a flag, right?” He grins sheepishly, feeling a bit embarrassed by how the flag turned out.

It at least had the structural integrity to survive being placed in his bag, but the dog he drew on the flag was a bit… simple. He wasn’t an artist, but you could at least tell what he drew was a dog. (Haru wouldn’t lie to him to spare him his feelings, right? She said she could tell it was a dog)

“Right, Haru said that once your finished with the bento, she’ll come and pick it up some day in the future. Haru’s been getting some tips on cooking from Tsuna’s mom, so the taste is guaranteed.” Before the morning bell rang, Yamamoto had to get going to class.

With a casual wave of the hand, he starts briskly walking to class.

In the bento was the aforementioned hamburg steak, the bird onigiri Yamamoto made, tamagoyaki (a classic that Haru wouldn’t budge on), and a small salad. There was also a note that sat on top of the lid of the bento box.

[A very happy birthday surprise, right? ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ Make sure to eat everything for the nutrients! ]

UKIGUMOS - »❝浮雲❞«

Birthdays were trivial in the eyes of Hibari Kyouya. The idea of participating in the tradition seemed rather pointless to him. In fact, until it was brought up, he had forgotten.

Birthday. Tomorrow. Suddenly, that explained the restlessness of Kusakabe Tetsuya.

Being pulled aside by Yamamoto Takeshi made his heart skip. There was a stutter to his heartbeat and Kyouya couldn't pinpoint why. Perhaps it was from genuine surprise to be approached first, especially after it felt like he was being avoided.

Kyouya simply let the student talk, unraveling the bento to check its contents as he listened. It wasn't because he didn't trust the two that worked on it, it was more so a force of habit. To his delight, inside contained his favourites. Despite his cold demeanour, Kyouya had an appreciation towards art and this was... cute. The cherry on top had to be the plush and flag, however.

If one were to look closely, they'd notice the tiniest twinkle in Kyouya's eyes. His deadpan look veiled his sudden good mood.

Once Yamamoto Takeshi's back was turned, a small smile slipped and he called out.

"Yamamoto Takeshi, your tail."

He pointed to an untucked portion of Yamamoto's shirt towards the back.

The next day on his birthday, his desk would be occupied by a little bird plush and an empty bento box. His birds had taken a liking to their new friend, it seemed. Kyouya twisted the toothpick flag between his finger and observed the poorly drawn dog. He snickered to himself. Cute.

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Loud laughter, pure and free, comes from a figure who zips across the sky from the world of code. Wild and free, their pink wings wrapped in green chains don't hinder them at all.

They zip through the Hub, a large grin on their face. This was exhilarating, amazing, pure, and almost heavenly. Neither had felt so energetic until now.

They easily open a portal to a universe and land in it, bouncing on their heels. They look around before rushing towards a nearby lake and peering into it.

Two eyes stare back at them, a beautiful pink with light green scelara. Their charcoal black skin is painted with freckles, both hot pink and neon green. Their hair is long, going to about the middle of their back, and is pink with green highlights. Their cloak, long yet form-fitting, was green with black chains around their waist. The stripe in the middle was a magenta, and their hood had they same appearance.

They grin.

"I.. look.. amazing!" They cheer, hands touching their cheeks. The fusion between the other two had just been something to try, see if they could do it, and they did. It worked.

They sit down, messing with their hair. They looked more like Overseer, so they guessed they were more a boy.

He hums. What would his name be?

He thinks and thinks before snapping his fingers. "Network! I can be Network! Because Overseer is always out and finding out stuff, and because Abyssal has so many friends."

Proud of himself, he places his hands on his hips before frowning. He couldn't exactly.. go and introduce himself, could he? While he doubted Abyssal's friends would be mad at her for being in love with Overseer, they'd probably be annoyed she'd been lying to them.

He plops back down with a shrug. Ah well, that was their problem, not his.

He feels the code inside of him unwind and he chuckles. This had been fun.

His code separates and reforms into two beings, Abyssal and Overseer. With the pink Admin immediately collapsing into a heap and kneeling down with a hand wrapped around his stomach.

"Codes above, I feel like a truck hit me.." Overseer groans.

His only response from Abyssal was a pained groan.

".. we're going to do that again, right?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely!"

[moonless-if]

Hello, I just finished playing the Moonless demo! I have to say, the customization options are amazing — the number of options presented honestly threw me for a loop in the best ways possible. I had a blast designing my MC :D

I'm already so excited for what's coming next!! And... a little apprehensive. The game description says MC is an illune, a moonless guard under the royal family — which the current MC is quite obviously not. And the character description for Rainn flat out tells you that they're a figure from your past, and you'll be "reuniting" with them.

(And, from what I've gathered, the illune doesn't even exist yet.)

All things that don't bode well for the grand heist MC and Rainn will be embarking on. ...Well, that's a bit of an understatement. It's practically a stone cold guarantee that their heist will (one way or another) fail. And that MC and Rainn will somehow be separated, going on to lead very different lives in two very separate worlds.

😌😌😌✊🏽 I can already sense the incoming angst of their reunion. Yes, I'm apprehensive, but also. Angst. 😌✊🏽

I also really appreciate the variety of conversation choices you offer — playing an IF is so much more fun when you're allowed to build your character past the basic shy/bold/sarcastic responses :D

I can't wait to see what comes next! I The world you've built in the prologue alone already feels so full and alive. Getting to see it expand is a journey that I'm very happy to be a part of.

Do take your time, though! I'm well aware that writing and coding so many details and variables must take ages. We'll all gladly be waiting 😊 Good luck, and have a good day!! Ah, and though that was quite a few days ago, I'm glad your dog is okay! My best wishes to the two of you💙💙💙

hi and thank you for the ask! seeing it pop up in my inbox and reading about the dots you've connected really brightened my day! 💖

short answer is you're right about 99% of your theories and that makes me so happy! 😍 because while i do enjoy there being stuff to unravel and figure out, i don't want it to be entirely impossible to do it, so... yeah! mc is not an illune yet and the heist will fail no matter what you do (so don't feel bad about that) and mc and Rainn will go down separate roads until they're reunited again in chapter one (most likely ch1 at least)!

the order of illune does exist in the prologue, but it's in its infancy, so very small and not publicly known (mc and Rainn have no idea it exists for example).

i won't go too much into it since i hope it'll become apparent in the game why the order is unknown in the prologue, but the reason why i decided to make the prologue almost a prequel of sorts was both to establish a relationship with Rainn from the get-go, rather than that only coming up in possibly flashbacks or discussions with them further into the story, as well as establish how mc came to be recruited into the order of illune.

and oh yes, there will be angst between mc and Rainn. how much depends on how you want to play it, but you can't avoid it entirely. another reason why i actually wanted to write the prologue in the way i'm doing it, cause otherwise you'd reunite with Rainn again and i'd have to tell you what happened and make you decide in the moment how you feel about it, rather than building it in the prologue and then letting you stew in it for a bit.

when i first started writing the moonless, the prologue was just going to be a brief maybe like 2-5k words glimpse into all of this, but as i got into writing it the story felt very much like "this is mc and they did this and then this happened" and it just felt very inorganic. i realised that because only mc gets recruited and not mc and Rainn, i really needed to show how that happened (or half the reason at least) and why they fall out of touch and don't reconnect in the years between the prologue and chapter one.

and just like you've deduced, to get to that point, the heist will likely fail. honestly, i probably could've had a version where you succeeded with the heist and the rest still works out the way it should, but i don't wanna 😂 both because of the extra added work it would be and because that's not as interesting to me as making you auto-fail.

that's not to say there won't be some variation to how and more importantly when the heist fails 👀 there'll be lots of tiny variations that's basically just flavour text, but if you make it as far as you possibly can, and with the "correct" stats, there'll be a lil something extra in it for you (the reader) as repayment for you (mc) failing the heist 😎 i will put together a small guide on how to get to the "bonus content" for those who want it, but once i'm actually done writing it.

as far as customisation (both appearance and personality-wise) goes, i'm happy you feel like there are plenty of options! 💖 when i release the rest of the prologue (hopefully at the start of this summer, if i can keep up my schedule!) there will be some re-write of what's already out, but any appearance options that might disappear will come up later (i always planned for there to be a pt2 to character customisation in chapter one, for things that might've changed between the prologue and ch1, so if any options are missing, just know that they'll be added later!)

as far as personality/conversation options, those are being rewritten as well, but really only to add more choices, so hopefully the rewrite will only make it better! 🫣

like i said, i'm hoping to be done with the rest of the prologue by early summer, but i still have a ways to go. to compare, my detailed outline for the prologue is around 17k words, which is about the same length is what's already out of the demo lmao!

again, thank you so much for your kind words! it means a lot that you took the time to write down and send me your thoughts on the story, and it's a real shot of motivation for me to keep writing!

[gauravsinha]

Decoding Recruitment Tactics: The Hidden Psychological Playbook – A Humorous Guide to Surviving the Corporate Hunger Games

Let’s be honest—job interviews can feel like a high-stakes game show where the prize is your future employment, and the challenges are designed to test both your nerves and your sanity. Welcome to the world of corporate recruitment, where psychological tactics are not just used—they’re mastered. But fear not! I’m here to help you decode the hidden playbook of recruitment trickery with a smile (and maybe a little dark humor) along the way.

1. The First Impression Gauntlet: The Recruiter’s Laser Eyes

You walk into the interview room, heart pounding, palms sweaty, determined to make a great first impression. But guess what? The recruiter’s already decided your fate based on the first millisecond they saw you. That’s right, it’s called thin-slicing, and they’ve probably categorized you before you’ve even said hello. You thought that firm handshake was just a nice gesture? Nope. It’s code for “Am I hiring a strong-willed leader or a jellyfish in a suit?”

Tip: Walk in with confidence, but don’t overdo it—you’re not auditioning for The Wolf of Wall Street. And remember, while you’re trying to sell your skills, they’re silently judging how you’ll fit into their office clique. It’s basically high school, but with better coffee.

2. The Illusion of Choice: Pick Your Poison

“Do you prefer working in a team or independently?” Ah, the classic trick question. They’re not interested in your personal work style; they’re probing to see if you’ll be a loyal office drone or a wild card they can’t control. The illusion of choice is just that—an illusion. Whatever you pick, they’ve got a pre-programmed response ready to evaluate how well you play by their unspoken rules.

Tip: Answer like a true corporate chameleon: “I thrive in both environments. Adaptability is my middle name.” You’ll confuse them just enough to keep them guessing—which is exactly where you want them.

3. The Halo Effect: When One Good Thing Makes You a Superhero

Congratulations! You mentioned you once solved a tricky bug in five minutes flat. Now you’re the office genius in their eyes. This is the halo effect at work—one shining moment, and suddenly you can do no wrong. But be warned: it works both ways. Mention that you once took an extra day to finish a project, and now you’re the office slacker. It’s like they’re building your LinkedIn profile based on one anecdote.

Tip: Keep your stories balanced—don’t oversell or undersell yourself. And if you do mess up, just say, “I learned from that experience, and here’s how.” Boom. Now you’re a reflective genius.

4. Anchoring Bias: The Salary Minefield

Let’s talk money, shall we? You might think you’re negotiating, but what you’re really doing is playing a game of psychological tug-of-war. They drop a number on the table—probably lower than you expected—and watch as you mentally adjust your entire life around it. That’s the anchoring bias—their way of getting you to settle for less without you even realizing it.

Tip: Come armed with your own numbers. If they throw out a lowball figure, counter with your researched range. You might not win the full amount, but you’ll definitely shift that anchor closer to your dream salary.

5. Confirmation Bias: The Self-Fulfilling Prophecy

Here’s a fun one: confirmation bias. If the recruiter decides you’re a go-getter in the first five minutes, they’ll spend the rest of the interview finding evidence to support that. If they think you’re not a fit? Well, good luck climbing out of that hole. It’s like being cast in a reality show where the script is written as you go.

Tip: Consistency is key. Make sure your resume, LinkedIn profile, and interview answers all tell the same story. The more you reinforce the positives, the harder it is for them to twist the narrative.

Wrapping Up: The Final Boss Fight

By now, you should see the recruitment process for what it is—a strategic game of wits where the deck is stacked, but not unbeatable. Understanding these psychological tactics allows you to play along without losing your mind (or your sense of humor).

So, the next time you find yourself in an interview, just remember: it’s all a game. A game where you might be the underdog, but with a little wit, strategy, and perhaps a wink here and there, you can come out on top. Just don’t forget to smile—it keeps them wondering what you’re really up to.

#sandhayati #Recruitment #CareerAdvice #WorkplacePsychology #Leadership #InterviewTips #CorporateCulture #JobSearch #WorkplaceWellness #CareerGrowth #LinkedInTips #WorkplaceDynamics #HR #JobInterviews #Hiring #CareerDevelopment

[runningmiller]

As Seen On TV

Summary:

Two villain accidentally run into each other on the job and try their hardest to act cool about meeting their soulmate.

As a D tier villain, most of Morgan's shenanigans were classic high level crimes, stuff the guys in the mid leagues couldn’t ignore, but the big leagues didn’t notice, which is good cause why would anyone want S level heroes to notice them, even if the whole point of becoming a villain was to get some of the respect Morgan always deserved? Besides, being a villain is fun, there is real joy in putting together a team for a high security heist he'd been tipped off about.

Yeah Nightcrawler planned to do it himself, but his nieces first gold fish died and insisted he be there for the funeral.

Everything was going great, exactly as planned. Every code dug up the days before worked, distractions were going without a hitch, the whole operation was going smooth. Which is exactly why he wasn’t at all surprised when the wall in front of him blew out completely.

What’s a good heist without the plan being messed up entirely in chaos?

Morgan chokes slightly on the dust clouded air, thankfully the mask filters the worst of it, but it does nothing to help with blindness. Morgan can only wait for the dust to settle before hearing another person coughing. Ah makes sense, if a wall went down, something probably went through it, or in this case someone.

If someone is thrown through a brick wall and survives, it’s a hero or villain, and this is a bigger fight than he came prepared to deal with. He crouches, edging down what’s probably the half way point of where the wall was and where it sounded like that person is. If this is an unrelated fight, they’re probably not after the same goal, so he might as well make a dash for it. No reason yet to leave empty handed.

“Ha, you really thought you could just fling yourself at me? Dude, it was like batting away at cotton ball. Well, except you went way further.” The laughing made him falter, looking up there's a figure walking through the brand new doorway, it was the same yellow glowing eyes piercing the dust cloud that he’d seen on TV a hundred times. The cities, the countries, maybe the continents only S tier villain.

Villains have a chill camaraderie in general and it’d be pretty cool to just watch this guy do his work if Morgan wasn’t in damage proximity and the villain wasn’t know to be able to make reality it’s plaything. Most theorize the only reason they haven’t done anything world ending is it would simply be too boring for him.

All the dust instantly falls to the floor, revealing the man himself, Alex, with one arm pointed straight down, hand flat, palm facing the floor, the look on his face of a mildly amused cat playing with a bird. And also Morgan crouching directly in front of the injured hero.

Alex double takes to Morgan, a surprising look of recognition in his eyes, and realizes they’re in a casino “Oh hey, I’ve seen you on TV a few times, are you doing a job here?”

Morgan stutters a bit before rising to his feet, “Actually yeah man, you mind if I go get the cash while you’re busy here?”

Alex’s eyes widen slightly, looking over to where the vault is, eyes shooting between this villain before them, and the vault they were trying to break into “Oh, no, go ahead, sorry for interrupting you.”

“Oh no, really it’s not a heist worth doing if something doesn’t go drastically wrong.”

“Oh okay, well hey, want me to keep the cameras off ya?”

“Actually if you could have them notice me and my crew just as we’re leaving, that’d be great publicity.”

“Yeah, sure, no problem.”

Morgan makes his way to the vault, walking casually backwards, “Hey you know Timebomb right?”

Alex replies fondly, “I do, they added some of the coolest atmosphere to my best work.” like he's remembering some of his best photo ops. Technically, live footage of horrific crimes, same difference.

“Nice, they know how to contact me if you wanna hang out sometime.”

“Sounds good man, see you around,” Alex returns their focus on the hero who's trying desperately to sneak away with a few broken ribs, “Come on man, now you think you can just leave? We haven’t even done the whole ‘you’ll never succeed bit’! you know there’s a process to these things?”

As Morgan piles into their get away car, he can’t help the smug look he gives his wrist, his soulmates first words.

”Oh hey, I've seen you on TV a few times, are you doing a job here?”

His parents always insisted that surely a hero soulmate will set them back on the proper path, just like the rest of the family. That they’d need to temper that independence and stubbornness so he could be their sidekick.

Why be a sidekick when you could be literal partners in crime?

[scribbleagain]

2/22/24

It is nearing the end of the work week of my latest attempt at consistency. This is my first journal to commend an attempt to change for the better. I bought a planner. the word "planner" seems strange and old. I can feel the sweater vest, smell the steam coming from a hot iron, and hear the crisp creases on a button down on it. an agenda book. that's what it is. like the good old days with the holographic covers that bobbed and weaved when you would tilt it to and fro. Anyway I love it. I like taking a pencil and scratching off every item. (I will soon do so again after finishing this newest addition to my agenda book). I haven't journaled in years. I don't know when I last did so in a serious way. It'll probably be better today because of the time that has passed since my last one.

or maybe worse.

the phone could have kept an agenda. I've actually done it before. but crossing something off with my pencil is a different feeling of accomplishment than tip tapping away on a screen. it's not the simple action. the phone is conflated. I do too many other things on it. Life used to be more sectioned off. one thing - one responsibility. I think when the phone started doing one more thing it was the beginning of the end. colors on my screen. it would blink from the default green to an orange and a red and a blue and whatever other colors. why. why did it need to take another step forward. because after that and texting with a full keyboard. and then taking pictures. we all fell apart in some way didn't we? people i mean. I think I did. it was all just too much happening in the palm of your hand. that eventually you couldn't remember anymore what it is you really wanted to do in the first place.

but this agenda book. silly little book. only has one job. to remember what i said i needed to do. and to do it and it rewards me the satisfaction of crossing it out. like homework in gradeschool.

I wake up in the morning, groggy as all hell but at a particular time now. because I wrote down that i said I would. and dare i let my day start by being unable to cross out an item on my agenda! the horror, what would that mean for the rest of my day. It let's me take my dog for a walk. do a few arm curls and shoulder presses. such a silly simple thing. writing and crossing things out.

I was watching a show "this is us" for the first time these past few weeks. ah it started in a really uncomfortable place for me for some reason. I figured out it was because I wasn't watching this show to relax or have fun. I was watching it to get mentorship. as soon as i came to terms with that the discomfort faded.

I was watching my role models in these fictional characters. living in ways that I wanted to live. but never saw before.

no one's perfect. but i think most of us try to be our best. but sometimes we need to have role models show us how.

I guess I never had that. and I guess it's a weird and new feeling to finally learn.

If I'm a dad one day, I want to be a good dad. I know I won't be perfect. Same with being a husband. a friend. a brother. but i'll try and it's good to have some ideas and examples of what that looks like.

I've also started reading godel escher bach. What a fun and challenging read. but even before talking about the book. What a discipline it is to sit down and read a book every day. to be present for each word. and to allow yourself to be taken down a path in your mind. for me a skill that is regrettably quite rusty. So far the book is pushing my understanding of what it means to think. and how that pertains to ai. I have some ideas that have spawned from shower thoughts and transformed to full on mini essays. It feels like passion. and it makes me feel fortunate to be alive in such an exciting time in history such as this.

I've started to teach coding to a small group of people for free. I don't really think I know why I started this. Maybe a mix between loneliness and looking for purpose. But it's going well some people are taking it quite seriously and learning. People relying on me, in small quantities, always brings out the best in me. And along the way I've learned a lot about myself as well.

I'm excited to approach some of my biggest weaknesses. accept some. and work on others. I've learned that I'm not necessarily a person you want to hang out with every week. I'm a little cynical, a little off putting, a bad drunk. these believe or not are things i'm just accepting about myself (though the drinking will be done less frequently, though probably with vengeful vigor). And then there's speaking. the way I talk, the cadence, the pace, the pauses, the way i talk over people or explain too much, my lack of brevity or pithiness. and that is something I want to work on. To listen to others more, to think more and use fewer words. To learn not to come on too strong. but still show excitement and joy. I think I'm ready for that to be the new me.

which reminds me.

off to my next item. "find youtube speech lessons"

the last agenda item after the "journal" I am finishing now.

[quizlyco]

Ah, love! That inexplicable, exhilarating, and sometimes perplexing force that has fueled countless poets, musicians, and probably a fair share of ice cream sales. We're diving into the intriguing realm of relationships with a quiz that's more thrilling than a rom-com marathon: the Love Language Test. Picture this: you, a detective of affection, armed with nothing but a metaphorical magnifying glass and an arsenal of charming questions designed to uncover the mysteries of your heart's preferred communication method. If you're ready to decode the signals your heart sends faster than a speed-dating round, buckle up! This Love Language Test extravaganza is about to take you on a journey more riveting than a soap opera plot twist.

Now, what's the deal with love languages, you ask? Well, it turns out that just like ordering coffee or choosing a Netflix series, expressing and receiving love comes in different flavors. Think of it as the ultimate relationship buffet – and this test is your golden ticket to finding out which dishes your heart craves. But let's not get ahead of ourselves; we've got a love-filled odyssey ahead, complete with twists, turns, and maybe a few unexpected emojis.

Chapter One: The 5 Love Language Test – Unleashing Cupid's Secret Code

If your love life were a classified document, the 5 Love Language Test would be the key to the vault. Developed by Gary Chapman, this test is like the Da Vinci Code of relationships – minus the creepy albino monk and with way more heart emojis. The concept is simple yet profound: we all have a primary love language, a unique way we prefer to give and receive love. It's like figuring out if you're more of a handwritten love letter person or someone who prefers love in the form of spontaneous dance parties. The possibilities are as endless as a romantic sunset – well, almost.

Chapter Two: Love Languages Unveiled – Decoding the Alphabet of Affection

Now, let's dig into the juicy details. Imagine love languages as your relationship alphabet, with each letter representing a distinct way of expressing and receiving love. First up, we have "Words of Affirmation" – the poets of the love language world. If you find yourself swooning over sweet nothings, heartfelt compliments, and the occasional "You're the peanut butter to my jelly," this might just be your love lingo.

On the flip side, there's "Acts of Service," the love language for those who believe that actions speak louder than words. If you've ever felt a surge of affection when someone tackles your to-do list or surprises you with breakfast in bed, you might be fluent in this language.

Next, we have "Receiving Gifts" – the love language that turns every present into a love note. If the sight of a thoughtfully chosen gift makes your heart do a happy dance, you're likely speaking this language.

"Quality Time" is the love language for those who believe that undivided attention is the ultimate currency of love. If you'd rather have a deep conversation with your significant other than watch a thousand cat videos, you're in the right zone.

Last but certainly not least, there's "Physical Touch" – the love language that thrives on hugs, kisses, and the oh-so-intimate high-five. If you're the type who believes in the power of a well-timed cuddle, this might just be your love dialect.

Chapter Three: The Love 5 Language Test – Navigating the Maze of Emotions

Now that we've got the basics covered, let's talk about the Love 5 Language Test, the ultimate tool to navigate the intricate maze of emotions. It's like having a love GPS that guides you through the scenic route of affection. Whether you're a seasoned relationship explorer or a love language newbie, this test promises insights more revealing than a tell-all memoir.

The Love 5 Language Test isn't just a quiz; it's a journey of self-discovery, a chance to unearth the treasures hidden within the caverns of your heart. Picture yourself as Indiana Jones, swapping the fedora for a metaphorical love cap, ready to face the challenges of romance armed with nothing but a questionnaire and a thirst for emotional adventure.

Chapter Four: Love Languages Testing – Cracking the Code of Connection

Now, let's get to the nitty-gritty of Love Languages Testing. It's not just about answering questions; it's about embracing the quirks and idiosyncrasies that make your heart beat a little faster. Think of it as the ultimate personality test for your emotions – a chance to understand yourself and your partner on a level deeper than a late-night conversation about the meaning of life (or your favorite pizza topping).

As you embark on this Love Languages Testing adventure, keep in mind that there are no wrong answers – only opportunities to unravel the beautiful tapestry of your emotional landscape. So, grab your metaphorical love magnifying glass and get ready to decode the subtle nuances that make your heart dance with joy.

Chapter Five: Love Language Book Test – The Literary Adventure of Love

For the bibliophiles among us, there's a Love Language Book Test that takes the romantic journey to new literary heights. Imagine your love life as a bestselling novel, and this test is the annotated guide to each plot twist and character development. It's like joining a book club where the only membership requirement is an insatiable curiosity about your own heart.

Dive into the pages of the Love Language Book Test, where each question is a chapter waiting to be explored. Will your love story unfold like a classic romance novel, a thrilling mystery, or maybe even a science fiction epic? Only the pages of this test can reveal the narrative arc of your heart's desires.

Chapter Six: Love Language Exam – A Crash Course in Emotional Intelligence

If you thought exams were only for classrooms, think again! The Love Language Exam is your crash course in emotional intelligence, where your heart takes center stage as the protagonist of a love-filled saga. It's time to put on your emotional thinking cap and answer questions that will make your heart do a happy jig.

Approach the Love Language Exam with the enthusiasm of a student embarking on a journey of self-discovery. There are no pop quizzes or trick questions here – just an opportunity to delve into the depths of your emotions and emerge wiser, more attuned to the symphony of your heartstrings.

Chapter Seven: Test of 5 Love Languages – A Symphony of Affection

Now, let's talk about the Test of 5 Love Languages, where your heart becomes the conductor of a symphony of affection. Each love language is like a musical instrument, playing its unique notes in harmony to create a melody that resonates with the depths of your soul.

As you navigate the Test of 5 Love Languages, imagine yourself as the maestro of your own emotional orchestra, guiding the strings of words, percussion of actions, and the sweet melodies of gifts, time, and touch. The result? A love composition more enchanting than a serenade under the moonlight.

Chapter Eight: Love Languages Unleashed – The Power of Understanding

By now, you're probably wondering, "What's the big deal with love languages, and why should I care?" Well, dear reader, understanding your love language and that of your partner is like unlocking a treasure chest of emotional riches. It's the secret sauce to creating a connection that goes beyond the surface, a roadmap to navigating the twists and turns of a lasting relationship.

In the grand scheme of things, knowing your love language isn't just about deciphering your own preferences; it's about learning to speak the language of those you hold dear. It's the difference between saying, "I love you" and expressing love in a way that resonates with the unique melody of your partner's heart.

Chapter Nine: Test on Love Language – A Journey Beyond the Surface

As we approach the final chapters of our love-filled saga, let's talk about the Test on Love Language – a journey that goes beyond the surface of sweet gestures and tender moments. It's an exploration of the intricacies that make relationships as diverse and fascinating as a bouquet of wildflowers.

Consider the Test on Love Language as your passport to the uncharted territories of emotional landscapes. Each question is a stepping stone, leading you to the heart of your desires, aspirations, and the intricate dance of your affections. So, buckle up for the emotional rollercoaster, because this test is about to take you on a ride more exhilarating than a first kiss.

Chapter Ten: Love Languages Reimagined – A Tale of Everlasting Connection

As we reach the climax of our love language adventure, it's time to reimagine the concept altogether. Love Languages aren't just a set of categories; they're the building blocks of everlasting connection. It's not about fitting into predefined boxes but embracing the fluidity of emotions, the ever-changing dance of love.

Picture Love Languages as a kaleidoscope of emotions, constantly shifting and evolving with each passing moment. The beauty lies in the unique patterns that emerge when two hearts intertwine, creating a tapestry of connection that's as timeless as a Shakespearean sonnet.

In conclusion, dear reader, the Love Language Test is more than just a quiz; it's a journey into the heart of what makes relationships tick. It's the compass that guides you through the labyrinth of emotions, helping you decode the secret language of love. So, grab your emotional toolkit and embark on this adventure – because the greatest love story is the one you write with your heart.

[bubbledumbbinch]

Yandere! Idia Shroud x Camgirl! Reader SMUT

A/N: Hello! This is my first fic I've posted on tumblr, and I'm not used to using it at all. I hope this turned out okay and you enjoy! This is a College AU, implied magicless world, and reader is a camgirl.

This fic is purely 18+, minors do not interact.

Word Count: ~4.4k

Warnings: dubcon, brief mention of blood, non consensual drug use (aphrodisiacs)

Friday night, 11:24pm, 6 minutes before your scheduled time to start “work”. You had just finished putting on your makeup and outfit, now trying to hype yourself up in the mirror.

'I can do this. This is gonna be a great show!' You told yourself, while staring at your reflection wearing the revealing outfit. Tonight’s choice was a catgirl maid costume; the maid dress just barely covering your body and showing a large amount of chest. A choker with a bell on it, cat ears, and thigh high socks.

Giving yourself a nod of encouragement, you sat down in the chair in front of your desk, where your laptop and webcam were situated, along with your ring lights, one at each side of the desk so you were well lit for the camera. Making sure you were logged into the site, your camera angle looked good, and your laptop was charging, you waited.

You loved your side gig as a camgirl. You were able to appeal to multiple people’s sexual desires while also being able to bring yourself to pleasure, sometimes more than once per stream, if there were enough donations of course. You were also able to make a decent amount of money while doing this side job, paying for college while having fun was a pretty big plus. And, if you were gonna be honest, the validation of being attractive to so many people really made you feel a lot better about yourself.

You quickly noticed your clock switch to 11:30pm. Time to start. You clicked on the set of buttons you pretty much knew by heart to get the show started. Once it did, you started up some music to fill the silence. Just some cute electronic music to dance in your chair to while you wait for the viewers to come in. You didn’t really have as many as the big camgirls but you had a few loyal people come and watch your streams, which set your heart at ease.

5 viewers

cay-kun @ 11:31pm: wooow y/n-chan, you look so cute! excited for tonight’s show~

User18535 @ 11:32pm: fuck you’re so goddamn cute, i love your tits. can’t wait to see what that pussy looks like

10 viewers

You playfully giggled while reading the last message, winking and sticking your tongue out while flashing the camera your panties from under your skirt. While waiting for more people to join, you also made a point to talk to your viewers, asking about their day and what they’ve been up to recently, which they loved you for.

25 viewers

User58273 @ 11:34pm: You look so kawaii, I wish I could have you service me.

40 viewers

Glancing at the viewer count, you decide to officially start.

“Hi hiii~ I’m so happy to see you all here tonight! Let’s have some fun, hmm?” you started playfully. “Do you guys like my outfit?” Messages of “yes” and “yeah baby”s began flooding the chat and you grinned. “Well, I have something that will be a real treat for you all~”

You reached over to grab something that couldn’t be seen by the camera or the viewers.

~~~~~

Idia was browsing through the site full of nude streamers, trying to find a person to watch so he could relieve his tension from this week. It was midterms season and his Computer Science teachers were giving him hell by making him do in person presentations, exams, and assignments that kept piling up. It took a lot of time away from gaming and side projects of coding his own programs. He also unfortunately didn’t have his little brother Ortho with him in college, as the university didn’t allow them both to attend “as one student”. Ortho definitely eased some stress as someone he could trust and talk to, but Idia’s parents decided to keep Ortho at home to “prevent Idia from being distracted”, much to his dismay.

Idia was at least blessed to not have a roommate, so he could at least have his own privacy for nights like this. Idia’s eyes landed on a thumbnail of a girl that was dressed in cat ears and a lewd maid outfit and was intrigued. He clicked on the video icon and was met with your figure bent so that your ass was up and legs were spread on the chair you were previously sitting on. The girl on the stream had her panties down to her knees and was currently lubing up a cat tail butt plug.

“Ah, I’ve never used this before so, bear with me, please!” She pleaded, eyes looking directly at the camera. Idia was intrigued now this was her first time using it. He felt like this was perfect timing, almost like she was doing it just for him. Until he saw the comments flooding in from different people who were probably thinking the same way.

“Put it in already”

“Go slow okay~”

“don’t force yourself if you don’t want to! >//<”

“Tch,” Idia scoffed to himself. “Seems like she has simps already. No use in being interested in someo-“

“H- here it goes!” You moaned, starting to slowly shove the length and girth of the butt plug into your tight hole. “Aaanh~ it’s stretching me out...” Your eyes pricked with tears while your face contorted into pure pleasure with a hint of pain, all while staring at the camera. Every so often he could hear the little jingle from the bell on your choker.

Idia felt his pants getting tighter and his palms were starting to sweat. The face you made at him was just too unreal and he needed more. He palmed at his growing erection while you shivered at the feeling of being filled by the toy. Pulling his sweatpants down to his ankles, he started stroking his cock lightly.

cay-kun @ 11:38pm: oh y/n-chan the way that stretches out your hole is so sexy~ definitely taking a screenshot for later!

User39748 @ 11:38pm: SHIT i wish i was there fucking you with that in your ass

Blushing, you turned around so that one of your legs were in the chair while your other was up, effectively showing the camera a view of your pussy and butt plug. “What do you want me to do? I’ll just play with myself until someone makes a donation and tells me what I should do! Highest bidder within the next minute~.” With that, you looked into the camera again while soaking your middle and ring fingers with saliva and bringing them to your clit, rubbing small circles into it.

Idia realized that, even now, he wanted to have some kind of control over you. He had a lot of disposable income, being from a pretty rich family. The blue haired boy grabbed his credit card and began to type.

Ignia has donated $100!

Your eyes widened and you gasped slightly. Idia bit his bottom lip at the sight. “Ah, Ignia! Thank you for the donation, you’re new here! Welcome, what would you like to see me do~?” You smiled while looking at the camera. Idia felt like you were staring into his soul and he was sweating profusely. He thought for a minute, gulped, and decided to send a message.

Ignia @ 11:43pm: I want you to keep watching my messages and do what I say, kitten. First I want you to grab a vibrating dildo if you have one and put it at the lowest setting, then fuck yourself slowly with it.

Idia would never have the balls to be this bold with anybody. But this is the internet, so fuck it, he’ll be truthful and just say what he wanted.

You nodded and proceeded to grab one from the table of toys you had next to your desk, lubed it slightly, and did what he told you to. You moaned at the intrusion and the feeling of being filled. “Mmh, it feels so good..!” You cried out.

Ignia has donated $50!

Ignia @ 11:45pm: And by the way, call me Master. You don’t get to cum until I say so.

You shivered at this stranger’s boldness and quietly spoke, “Yes, master...” you looked away shyly from the camera and closed your eyes for a minute, thrusting the vibrating device in and out of your wetness. A couple of moans slipped through your mouth as you felt your juices spreading onto your legs.

Ignia @ 11:47pm: Faster. Fuck yourself faster for me, kitten, and put it on the medium setting for me.

You did as you were told, fingers trembling to follow what the stranger had told you. Your (h/c) hair was starting to feel moist from your layer of sweat and your body was heating up, causing your breasts to stick to the costume.

Ignia @ 11:49pm: Take your tits out and play with your nipples

You panted heavily and lowered your chest area’s covering, revealing the sheen of sweat around your tits. Flicking your left nipple while working the dildo with your right, your hands were occupied with pleasing yourself as this stranger commanded, moaning out. “Aah, m-master, f-feels so go-ood~!”

Idia was smirking, stroking hard at his cock at the sight and idea of you actually doing what he said almost made him cum then and there, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t help the rapid beating of his heart when you said the last sentence. Idia felt special. The power he had over you was addicting and he wanted to see you push yourself over the edge under his command.

65 viewers

User58273: Fuck this is so hot, I wish I could be your master too

Seeing this comment somehow made Idia seethe. He didn’t want to share you, even though this was his first stream with you. You made him feel special. He started typing out his draft of what to reply to the thirsty viewers.

Draft: Ignia: You stupid bastards, no, I’m not going to share her.

Before Idia could send the message you spoke up in a moaning voice. “*pant* N-no, my master tonight is I-Ignia, haanh~”. You were still playing with your nipples while fucking yourself well with the dildo, a light blush decorated your face and beads of sweat starting to form on the sides of your face and your body.

Idia’s jaw dropped. ‘Does she actually really want me?’ He was getting hot, too hot for his own comfort. Usually he wouldn’t last this long during his sessions but he really wanted to see you fall apart under his command. He paid for it, after all.

“Master~ I’m getting close, I- I wanna cum soon!” You whined, pleading (e/c) orbs staring into the camera with your mouth open from panting heavily.

“Cum already, don’t hold yourself back”

“Just keep going babygirl”

“Let yourself cum”

Once again, Idia scoffed in annoyance, but he noticed you never acknowledged any of the other commenters, waiting patiently for the words to come from him.

Ignia @ 11:55pm: put the toy at the highest setting, fuck yourself til you cum, then keep pumping it while you ride out your climax.

Upon seeing those words, your fingers work to put your toy at the highest setting inside your dripping cunt. You closed your eyes while you try to imagine the user who was giving out the commands, imagining them slapping your ass and fucking you until you could see stars. The feeling of both of your holes being filled was overwhelming now, and the hot feeling built up in your core faster than you realized. Idia could see it too, the heaving of your chest was picking up rapidly.

“M-,, ma- master.! I’m cumming!!!” You shrieked. Closing your eyes with your tongue unintentionally lolling out, you released a silent scream as soon as your orgasm hit. It felt like a knot inside of your body had come undone suddenly. Your orgasm had your pussy clenching around the toy that was still vibrating intensely inside of you, stimulating you longer and making you release high pitched screams.

Hearing your words before cumming had Idia teetering on the edge, but watching your facial expressions and your moans made him finish suddenly with a grunt, his pale cock spurting thick white cum all over his hand. Still, Idia kept stroking his length while you were riding out your high, overstimulating himself to match your actions on the stream.

You pulled out the toy weakly and turned it off, putting it down on a towel next to your desk.

Ignia has donated $5!

Ignia @ 11:59pm: Spread your pussy lips babygirl, I wanna see your tight hole.

User39748 @ 11:59pm: I agree with Ignia

cay-kun @ 12:00am: ah~ I also agree. Let’s see you spread it, hmm~? Oh, can you also do a lil ‘nya!’?

You checked the chat and blushed heavily, post-orgasm shyness now taking over your mind. You hesitantly shifted in the chair while spreading yourself open with your pointer and middle finger, showing off your glistening folds with your lightly abused hole. “Nya...” you held up your other hand to do the signature “catgirl” pose, playfully sticking your tongue out too.

Idia was cleaning himself off but he could feel himself twitch again, staring at your meek form. You were so gorgeous and he really wanted to see more of you, making sure to press the “Follow” button, so he wouldn’t miss another stream.

After a few seconds, you decide to end your show, feeling extremely tired and needing a shower from sweating so much. “Thank you so so much for joining me tonight! I hope you guys have a wonderful rest of your evening~ take care and I hope to see you all soon!”

Small tips ranging between $1-$10 started to flow in along with messages of “take care~” “see you soon!” “great show baby ;)”.

You clicked off and you sighed deeply. Looking at your earnings tonight, you made around $200. This was probably the most you’ve made in one single stream, and $155 of that was from Ignia, a new follower and the one who pretty much commanded your entire show tonight. It really turned you on to have someone do that for you and it was the first time a viewer made you do something that felt so lewd that made you cum so quickly.

You stood up from the chair, cleaned up your desk and toys, and headed for the bathroom. Taking off your makeup in the sink, you jumped into the shower to clean yourself up.

~~~~~

Idia tentatively bit his shirt sleeve, his blue locks framing his face. Something inside of him told him that he needed to talk to you more. He had already typed out a message to send along with his friend request. He was scared - scared of being rejected by someone as pretty as you, especially now that he had already felt so attached to you, or rather, what he’s seen from the stream tonight.

Yellow eyes closed tightly as he clicked to send the friend request to you.

~~~~~

Jumping out of the shower, you throw on a head and body towel and started to brush your teeth. Walking around the room you realized your laptop was still on, and there was a notification box front and center. Curious, you clicked on it.

“One new friend request and message”.

“Friend Request: Ignia

Message: Hey, this is the user from your stream earlier. I just wanted to say I really enjoyed your stream tonight. You seem nice too, so I’d like to get to know you more. If you’re interested just feel free to add me back, no pressure ofc.

Thx

Ignia”

You blinked a few times, pondering what you should do. You had gotten messages from guys before but they only said cheap compliments and asking for private shows. You were single so there wasn’t anybody holding you down and this guy didn’t seem to radiate any bad vibes. His dominant nature over chat really turned you on and you were curious about him, so you decided to accept his friend request and send a reply.

“From: y/n-kitty-cat

Hi there :) I decided to accept your message, cause why not? You shouldn’t be that creepy, right? ;P anyway, I’m glad you enjoyed my stream tonight <3 I hope you can come to future ones too!! I’d like to see you around more ;)

❤️

y/n”

You sent the message and went to the bathroom to finish brushing your teeth and your other nightly routines.

Idia couldn’t believe his eyes - you had actually messaged him back and you were really flirtatious!! That meant he was different in your eyes, right? It has to be true! He was determined to meet up with you, eventually. His dick throbbed at the idea of having you to himself, pleasing him with your mouth, doing all those lewd faces you made on the stream... his mind wandered while he pushed his pants down once again and thought of his muse who was now his “friend”.

~~~~~

After a few days of messaging back and forth, you and Ignia had ended up exchanging numbers and using text to communicate almost daily. You found out things like what your majors in college were, finding out his real name was Idia, which was a pretty unique name, and realizing you were both from the same city. Well, it’s not like Idia hadn’t already done his research - the night he became your friend he had stalked all of your social medias under a throwaway account and scrolled through every photo and bit of information he could find about you. He was becoming so hyper fixated on you he needed to know more, who could blame him? Idia just hoped he would be seeing more of you in your streams so he could watch you get off again, maybe with his assistance.

Unfortunately for you though, you realized you couldn’t stream as much because midterms were also kicking your ass. You apologized to your viewers with a blog post who luckily understood and wished you luck, saying they looked forward to your next show.

Idia couldn’t see your pretty face from the stream, which made him yearn. He told Ortho about his crush on you and when the small boy told Idia to “just tell you the truth and meet up with you!” he wanted to shut down completely. But, he wasn’t completely opposed to the idea of you being in his room, exactly where he wanted you. Sighing, he picked up his phone to send you a text.

Idia: “hey”

Y/n: “hey there! 😉”

Idia: “soo i was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime”

Y/n: “omg 😱 like irl? I’ve never even heard your voice before lol”

Idia: “ik, i’m a bit shy in person.”

Y/n: “i see, so is the life of a gamer and a shut in?😏😂”

Idia: “hah, yeah i guess lol”

Y/n: “soo, what did you wanna do?”

Idia: “idk, anything you want. Except go outside. And be in public.”

Y/n: “pfft, that takes away like any idea at this point HAHA”

Idia: “ya lol i prefer gaming in my room tbh”

Y/n: “oh, then maybe we can just hang out and play games or something like that?”

Idia: “Yeah, why don’t you come over to my dorm, we could game and eat snacks”

Y/n: “Sounds great! This Friday then, 6pm?”

Idia: “Sure i’ll text you the details later”

Y/n: “Awesome :) see you in a couple days then ;)”

Idia: “cool”

Idia threw himself on his bed and screamed silently into the pillow. Idia wanted more than to just be your friend but unfortunately was also extremely shy, especially when talking to new people in person. But as he was sexually attracted to you, he knew he would have a hard time hiding it from you. He had hoped to initiate some kind of sexual interaction when you met up, wanting to indulge in your sinful reactions himself. He didn’t even want to think about anybody else seeing you like that. Idia was growing possessive and realized that if he were to get you where he wanted you, he needed to do a little bit of digging. Which meant searching the web for something that would help make you more agreeable to something sexual. He knew he himself couldn’t make you agree to it, he was too nervous to initiate that! He knew what he needed - an aphrodisiac.

Composing himself, he got onto his computer and compared his options as well as looking for advice on how to please a woman. His eyes widened and lips trembled as he realized he was definitely way too shy to initiate as much as other men do, but he was determined to try anything if it meant your attention.

~~~~~

Today was finally Friday, and the current time was 5:30pm. You styled your (h/c) locks and put on a light amount of makeup, not as much as you would when you streamed but enough to make yourself feel pretty. You also decided that you still wanted to be cute, even if you and Idia were just friends at this point, and wore a tight crop top, a high waisted black skirt, and some thigh high socks since it was a bit breezy outside. You topped it all off with a (f/c) cardigan so you could at least feel comfortable in the sleeves. Packing your bag, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror, did a little peace sign and smiled, feeling cute as hell. You grabbed your keys and walked out of your dorm, heading towards Idia’s campus.

You parked at the place he told you to and gotten out of your car, looking around for him. Shit, you just realized you didn’t even ask him what he was gonna wear or what he really looked like, which was pretty dumb in hindsight. You did catch a glimpse of a tall lanky guy with fluffy blue hair and a striped t-shirt, who was fumbling around on his phone and didn’t realize you was standing right by him.

“Excuse me,” you interrupted his peace softly, causing him to jump up and squeal in fear. “Oh!! I’n so sorry, I’m just looking for someone and I didn’t know if I was in the right place?”

Idia froze. It really was you, in the flesh, looking at him and taking his appearance in. You were gorgeous, even more so than he would have ever thought, and your voice brought tingles to his spine that made him shudder. Idia realized he was being quiet for a longer than acceptable time and he looked away. “H-hi,, y/n...” he mumbled barely even audible.

“Oh!! Idia? Is that you? Hi!!!” You exclaimed, seemingly really excited. Your mouth was curved into a wide smile too.

“Huh, you sound really enthusiastic...” Idia whispered, thinking he really said it in his own mind instead of out loud.

“Of course I am! I’m finally done with midterms and now I can relax and have fun with my new friend!” You said, bumping your shoulder with him, causing him to hold his breath.

Idia gulped when he realized what you said. Friend. Right, that’s all he was to you. At least for now. But hopefully that would change soon, right?

“Y-yeah. Let’s go inside.” Idia muttered, turning his back and walking.

Based on his demeanor, you almost forgot that Idia was the one who was so dominant during your stream the other week, since his attitude was so shy in real life. But, you pushed that thought to the back of your head, today was gonna be a fun day with a new friend, and that was strictly it. You didn’t really want to make your side job as a sex worker into a big thing that would make real life friendships difficult.

~~~~~

After he led you through the halls of the dorm, he brought you to a door and opened it up. Inside it was a bit messy, but an organized mess, one where the owner definitely knew where everything was. He had a pc setup with multiple monitors, RGB lighting which was mostly set to shades of blue, and a really nice gaming chair to go along with it. He also had a shelf with different manga series along it and other consoles for gaming, a bed, a door that led to a bathroom, and a mini fridge. Pretty nice for someone who lived without a roommate, you thought.

You walked over to his bed and flopped down onto it. Idia couldn’t help but think about the many times he had masturbated to you on those sheets that you were now sitting on. He was wondering what kind of panties you were wearing too, when he was suddenly interrupted.

“So! I guess we should get started on some games, yeah? I think I wanna play a fighting one against you! I’m totally gonna win~” You smiled up at him playfully.

Idia let his personality slip when games were brought up. “Tch, you really think you’re gonna win against me ? Think again.” The blue haired boy smirked down at you, which lit up the fire of competition in your heart.

“Let’s go then, dude.”

~~~~~

After about 15 minutes of close battles but still losing every one, you groaned and put the controller down on the floor where you and Idia were positioned in front of a monitor. You had developed a small sheen of sweat on your face from the stress. “Hey Idia, do you have anything to drink? I’m so thirstyy~” You looked at him and pouted, hoping he would maybe have some soda or water for you.

“A-ah, yes I do...” he stuttered a bit, seemingly nervous about something. He shuffled over to a mini fridge near his desk and brought out a cooler bottle. “Here, I made this sweet tea yesterday and you can drink from it...” Idia handed you the cool bottle and you observed it suspiciously. He was starting to feel his breath hitch and wondered if you had caught on.

“Hm~? Drinking from the same bottle already? So intimate!” You teased him, lightly elbowing his side. “Well, here goes nothing.” You tipped the bottle into your mouth and the tea tasted like sweet peach, with a slightly bitter aftertaste.

“Hm, it’s... interesting. What kind of tea is it?” You inquired, looking at the contents and sniffing it.

“I-it’s a recipe I found online! It looked good so, I decided to make it, I- I thought you would like it...” he shyly put down his head, trying to hide his suspicious nervousness from you.

“Okay... well it’s pretty good! I’ll drink some more, thanks for thinking of me~” you said as you gulped down the drink for a few more seconds. “Mmh! I think that cooled me down, let’s play more rounds!”

Idia looked back at you and sighed in relief. “Y-yeah, let’s do that.” He didn’t know how long it would take to work but at least he could distract his nerves by playing some games.

~~~~~

You started to sweat and feel hot. Unbearably hot. You cleared your throat and pulled off your cardigan and folded it to the side, but it wasn’t enough. The heat spread from your head, to your torso, and to your lower regions. Feeling hot and a deep... itch that you couldn't quite reach, in your crotch, you decide to change the position in which you were sitting, from crossing your legs to having them right underneath you, to feel some sort of friction in that area. You could feel yourself blushing intensely while the blue haired man next to you was still immersed in the game you both were supposed to play.

Watching him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his fingers moved on the controller, his thumbs and pointers expertly moving across it. You started thinking about how they would feel playing with your nipples and clit - wait. ‘What am I even thinking about?! Snap out of it!’ But, you also couldn’t help but think about when you were close to beating him during a round, his voice changed to a lower, frustrated one, and he even let out a little growl. Even now you noticed the way his eyes were so glued to the monitor with a small scowl on his face. Thinking about that sent throbs and heat to your growing wetness.

WINNER: PLAYER 1!

“Fuhehe, I knew I could beat you again~ but for some reason it felt like you weren’t trying as hard this round.” Idia put down his controller, finally took a glance at you, and his breath was caught in his throat.

Your (s/c) body was covered with a layer of sweat, cheeks burning and your eyes looked glossy. You were also panting slightly, rubbing your legs together softly to try to create more friction. “A-ah,, hey... do you think you could lower the temperature in here? It- it’s getting really hot. Maybe I could have more of that cold tea?” You breathed, trying to sound more stable than you were.

Idia was dumbfounded for a second and totally forgot you had drank the tea that he mixed with the aphrodisiacs. He gulped as he leaned closer to your face, observing you. “Is... is there anything else I can help you, w-with?” Idia placed a hand on the floor near your thigh and watched as you tried to scoot away from it.

“D-don’t do that... it’s...,” you whimpered, back now touching the side of his bed as you leaned away from his touch. Since when did he smell so good? His scent radiating from his proximity sent tingles across your body.

“Do what?” Idia experimentally reached out to touch your arm, fingers grazing your back slightly. You couldn’t fight back the moan that slipped out of your mouth. “Haah~ I-Idia...” you breathed, looking at him with pleading eyes. You really weren’t planning on doing anything with your new friend, so why was your body disobeying your mind?

“Y/n... you know you can tell me if there’s a-anything you need.. I’ll help you.” Idia’s eyes were still wide and the way he looked at you made you start craving. You wanted him - no, you NEEDED him to touch you more. You never really thought about it, but, Idia really was attractive. It’s not because of your hazy mindset that you realized it, but the way the blue lights illuminated his pale skin and make his hair almost glow, you were just focusing on it more. He was... cute.

“I-...” you started, looking down at his hand on your arm, and then back at him. Staring at his lips, you felt your arms move around his neck as you pulled him closer. Your lips smashed against each others messily and you released a soft whimper against his mouth. The reality hitting you, you moved your head back suddenly breaking the kiss. Your body was still hot.

“F-first...” Idia was stuttering. “First... kiss...” Idia stared wide eyed at you, lips still trembling. He blushed and turned away, his brows tilted upwards as if he were troubled.

“Oh, oh god, I’m so sorry....” you breathed out, scared you had fucked it up with your friend.

“Haah.. more...” his eyes suddenly turned back to you, seemingly darker than before. “I want more of you, y/n...” with that, he brought his lips to yours again and moved them sloppily against your own. He even took the liberty to bite your bottom lip with his sharp teeth, causing you to yelp. Idia used this opportunity to shove his tongue past your mouth and moved it against your own, causing you to moan in pleasure while you could feel your panties starting to drench.

Idia pulled away from you, cheeks tinted pink. Both of you panted for breath, your clothes now feeling sticky due to sweat. He scanned your blushing figure and saw an opening of your skirt that had shown off your lacy panties. Idia gulped and dove his head towards your clothed pussy, breathing in the essence and shuddering loudly, which made you gasp.

“Idiia, no... we, we shouldn’t...” you whined. But you could feel your body was not agreeing with your words. When the tip of his nose grazed your clit you bucked your hips against his head, letting out a moan at the contact.

He lifted up your skirt to your waist so he could see your facial expressions. Suddenly, his wet tongue experimentally slid up your clothed pussy, piercing yellow eyes locked onto your glazed over eyes. You shrieked at the sensation and felt embarrassed that he could get you like this, and you were still wearing your panties.

“Hhn, you wore these for me, didn’t you..?” Idia said, which made you blush. “No, I- I didn’t...” you muttered weakly, trying to avoid his gaze

Idia’s grip on your thighs suddenly got tighter and he looked up at you with furrowed brows. “Don’t lie to me, kitten. I know you want me, like how you did on the night we met, on your stream.” Idia firmly told you. It seemed like it was more like he was convincing himself. "N-no Idia, I... I don't want to-" you started, until you were interrupted.

Idia’s teeth bit suddenly into your soft thigh, causing it to bleed a bit. You knew it would leave a big mark later. “AH!! F-fuck!!” You grabbed onto his blue hair and felt your pussy clench onto nothing. Why, why are you enjoying this? It was like Idia’s personality had changed, from the shy person you met outside his dorm to a more possessive and rough one. You were a bit scared of him but why was he making you feel so good?

You didn’t have time to think as you felt him move the fabric of your panties to the side so your drenched cunt was fully visible to him. He stared in awe and took in everything - the shape, size, and how wet you were. You brought the back of your hand up to your head and panted with embarrassment. “Idia... mmh...”, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your body was still wanting more and after your mind was fighting the feeling so much, you decided to let it be. “Please...”

Idia met your eyes and saw how glossy they were. He lifted your body onto the bed so that you were now lying on your back while he was still in front of your crotch. You softly breathed in and out, causing your chest to rise and fall in your sweat soaked top. He snaked a pale hand under your shirt to grope your breast in your lacy bra, cold fingers sending shivers through your hot body. Idia couldn’t resist any longer, he suddenly shoved his wet muscle onto your pussy with fervor. You gasped and threw your head back onto Idia’s plush pillow, and shoved your hand on the back of his head pushing it deeper into your legs. Idia couldn’t contain himself and moaned into your heat, sending vibrations through it. “Oh- aaanh~ Idi-aaa~....” you sighed and whined. He took this opportunity to lower the cup of your bra below your breast and pinch your pert nipple in his fingers.

“Fuck~!” you screamed, feeling hot tears flowing down your face. Your body couldn’t take it much longer. Your core was building a familiar sensation but it was all too overwhelming and coming too fast. “It feels so good!!” You squealed, squeezing your thighs together so you were caging his head. Idia focused his energy lapping hungrily at your clit and then pushed two digits of his free hand through your wet hole, pumping them in and out. Your panting breaths were becoming shorter with each pump.

“Idia~ I’m close!! I’m gonna cum..!” You looked at him between your legs, and he lifted his mouth off of your cunt for a brief second. He stared into your eyes with his yellow ones, which stared at you intensely, licked his lips, and spoke.

“Cum for me then, kitten. Don’t hold back, cum all over my face.” With that, he dove back in and pumped his fingers into your core and flicked his tongue on your sensitive pearl even faster than before. Idia’s hips were rutting on his mattress, precum wetting his undergarments.

“Oh god - I’m cumming, I’m cumming~!!” You screeched and squeezed his head with your thighs, squirting his face and sheets with your cum. His tongue darted around your pussy licking off your juices. You breathed heavily, riding out your high. It took everything in him to stop himself from cumming right then and there - he wanted to save that for later.

Idia leaned up to where you were and kissed you passionately, and you could taste yourself all over his mouth. You moaned at the taste of your own juices on his tongue. Still exhausted from Idia eating you out, your body somehow craved the feeling of being filled. You sat up and got up from the bed and for a second he was afraid you were getting ready to leave. You removed your drenched shirt in front of him as well as your skirt, underwear, and bra. Still wearing your thigh high socks, he stopped you before you could remove them. “I, I want you to keep those on...” he licked his lips as he stared at your socks squeezing your plush thighs, the mark he made earlier with his teeth was visible and bruising now.

Following your lead, Idia was removing his own garments, tossing his shirt to the side. He was lean, not too skinny but not muscular either, pale all over. He also removed his pants and swung them over to the floor. Idia avoided your gaze as his erection was now very much so noticeable in his boxers, and you could even see a dark spot where his precum had made a mark. You felt your vagina tremble at the sight of it. It’s been a long time since you’ve had a partner and the anticipation was starting to get to you. As for Idia, well, everything was his first.

You knelt down in front of his bed and his legs and reached out to touch the head of his penis through the boxers, making him twitch and breathe out. “Mmh,...” you pulled down his underwear to reveal his lengthy cock. He wasn’t extremely girthy but he made up for that in length. The head of it was a shade of pale pink and dripped with clear liquid. You took some of the clear liquid in your hand and began teasing the head of his dick. Opening your mouth, you also gave it a few kitten licks while you pumped the base. Idia let out a few grunts and threw his head back, causing you to grow wet again.

Idia felt himself getting too close to orgasm which made him grab your head to stop you from going further. He lifted you up again and placed you on his lap, your dripping cunt hovering over his standing cock. Your body was hot again as you stared into Idia’s yellow eyes, a pink haze dusting his pale cheeks. Remembering he was a virgin, you looked at him hesitantly. ‘I- I don’t know, are you sure you want to lose your virginity right now?’ was what you were planning on saying, until he spoke up.

“Y/n... I need you. I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a while. I- I'm gonna put it in...” Idia whispered, panting slightly. As he was lowering your hips, you couldn't say anything as you felt his tip graze your wetness and you whimpered at the feeling. He kept bringing your hips down until you felt him all the way inside, head of his dick kissing your cervix. You threw your arms around his neck and moaned into his ear, causing a grunt from your partner. Not giving you time to adjust, Idia started thrusting in and out sloppily into your hole, squelching and moaning sounds filling the air of his usually quiet dorm.

“Oh Idia, please, pleasepleaseplease-!” You screamed, not even knowing what you were pleading for. Your (h/c) hair was sweaty and you felt your eye makeup starting to run with every tear you shed. Idia’s loud grunts filled your ear, causing your heat to build up.

“*pant* Mmh, y/n...” he paused and started thrusting into you slowly but hard, pulling you back so his forehead could touch with yours, blue hair still frayed in his face. “You have, *pant* no idea... I would masturbate to your pictures every. Single. Night. I jerked off on these sheets and used your photos of you smiling, you weren’t even *pant* n-naked... Does that, *pant* make me a sick pervert? No matter, you're here with me now, and I'm mmh, making you feel good, right?” Idia confessed, yellow eyes staring into yours with infatuation and obsession. You felt your breath hitch in a feeling familiar to fear. He was lovesick. Not the same person you thought you were messaging for the past few days or gaming with earlier. He looked deranged.

“I... Aaanh~!” You were cut off by a particularly hard thrust into your cervix. Idia licked your neck while thrusting into your abused hole. “I’m gonna breed you, kitten. W-wanna see you drip with my cum.. mmh, you want that?”

You were so close to your release that you didn’t even care about what he was saying. “More Idia, more!!” You breathed. Closing your eyes and now using your own hips to grind into his cock.

Remembering a particular position that grabbed Idia’s attention, he lifted you up, dick still hard inside of you. He placed your back on the bed, your head on his pillow while he brought your legs up to your chest. Idia continued to thrust into you, your face now in full view. He held your wrists in one hand above your head so you couldn’t hide your face from his eyes.

“Idia...” you breathed out. “I- Idia!!!!” You felt your orgasm approaching fast while he pounded into you relentlessly. “Haaanh~ I’m close!!” You moaned shamelessly.

“Hnnh, that’s r-right, y/n... mm, cum for me...” Idia breathed out in between his panting. With that, Idia thrusted faster until the knot that was building in your lower regions finally released. “Aaanh~!! I’m cumming, Idia, c-cumming all over your cock!!” Your face contorted into one of full bliss, eyes looking straight into his with your mouth in an o-shape. The walls around Idia’s length clenched tightly, milking him of his seed. Idia came suddenly with a groan, pumping it deep within you while riding out his high. "Fuck, y/n!!"

Idia rolled you both to your sides, his dick softening inside you. You both panted hard as you faced one another. You opened your eyes to find him with his eyes closed, blushing at the sight of your naked bodies still intertwined even after your climaxes. “We, we actually did it...” he whispered and opened his eyes. “!!!!” He made a mildly surprised noise, eyes widening and turning away.

“Eeh?! What’s wrong!?” You said, wondering if something was on your face. “N-nothing it’s just.... I’m surprised we... you.. you’re staring at me... I’m sorry, I’m still not used to people doing that...” Idia said shamefully, darting his yellow eyes to and from you periodically.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Eek!! Why,, are you laughing at me?” Idia frowned and hid his face in the pillow. “Well.. your personality is different when you’re having sex versus not. It's interesting.” you told him, tracing a finger along his arm.

Idia blushed intensely, throwing his arms around your neck and hid his pale face in your neck. "Mmph..! I-, I like you, y/n..." he breathed into your neck. "I wouldn't be able to handle you doing this with another person so... will you be mine?" Idia pulled back to watch your face as you contemplated.

Idia's words from earlier suddenly flooded your memories. He looked insane when he confessed to his perverted actions and it evoked an uncertain emotion akin to fear. Your body felt paralyzed. But in the moment, with Idia's lightly pink tinged skin and unsure eyes, you had to admit it made your heart flutter, too. "Yes, Idia..."