#although I DO want to rant about her design a little

[strawberrystepmom]

cw: alcohol mention, suggestive. narumi x f!reader. anatomy is mentioned (breasts). reader works for the jakdf as a seismologist and is specifically not japanese or from japan. | word count: 1.2k, reading time: 5 minutes.

“Tachibana is such an asshole.” 

Narumi’s rant, the one that started while you gently scrubbed his back in the shower after scurrying back to your apartment hand in hand, has managed to continue all the way into your bedroom. 

“I swear to anyone listening I’m going to make him run until his legs fall off tomorrow.”

Tonight marked the third time the first division has invited you out to enjoy drinks and dinner with them in the three months you’ve officially been here. They intentionally sat you and Gen next to each other, pouring gratuitous amounts of alcohol into both of your cups the moment they were emptied. 

“That’s not very nice,” you tut from your side of the bed, comforter still pulled down so your boyfriend can climb in beside you. He does so with a groan, instantly reaching for your chest to squeeze one of your t-shirt clad tits. 

“It’s not very nice of him to look down your shirt while I’m sitting right fucking there either, now is it?”

Your nipple pebbles in response to the stimulation and he chuckles to himself, kicking the blankets around his legs until he’s settled.

A night out that turns into a grudge isn’t an entirely uncommon occurrence for him. Every time you come along he ends up frustrated that someone wants to grab your attention from him, asking you questions about your personal life and how you’re finding Tokyo now that autumn has slowly started to give way to winter. Does everyone have to be so friendly all the time?

Turning your head to face him for a moment, you raise a brow and smirk. 

“Are you jealous?”

Sighing, he tips his head back against the pillow that has been designated as his since the first time he slept over and stares at the ceiling.

“No, I just don’t want him thinking he can look at what belongs to me.”

A puzzled giggle escapes you, Gen still kneading at the soft flesh of your breast. 

“Is that not the textbook definition of jealousy?” There’s the faintest trace of a pout across his handsome features, dimly lit as they are in your dark bedroom. “Besides, it’s not like you publicly claim me. He has no way of knowing and I have a feeling that if anything, he was trying to distract me long enough for Shinonome to talk to you.”

The pout is gone, replaced with gritted teeth. A nerve has been struck, although you didn’t quite intend it to end up that way. It’s enough that he had to watch you be ogled by another man as you graciously leaned forward to fill his cup as he has done yours, now you’ve brought up his subordinate he knows bothers you thanks to her open admiration that leans on more than just hero worship in your opinion. 

Clearly he isn’t the only one suffering from a little condition that starts with a J and has a tendency to turn someone green. 

“That’s your decision not mine,” he shoots back, shifting onto his side so he can curl his body around you. His grip on your flesh will leave behind marks if it goes on too long. With a hiss, you reach for his wrist but he untenses his fingers before you can. The touch returns to the same gentle massaging motion although his mouth remains open and sneering. Narumi sighs and his second hand joins the first in squeezing. 

“Even if they found out, what would they do? Kick me out?”

You turn onto your side, facing him, fingers making their way around the back of his neck to gently scratch his neck and scalp the way you know he likes. It isn’t hard to make him putty in your hands and although you try not to resort to extremes, you need every tool you can get when he’s this worked up. 

His eyes flutter shut and the clench in his jaw slowly relaxes under your gentle touch, softer than maybe this level of petulance deserves but love makes us all soft in ways we don’t always expect. 

It’s why the fear of being found out always tinges these intimate moments with a bit more gray than you’d prefer. You used to simply like Gen. Enjoying his company gradually turned into being unable to function without it which has now led to this, two bodies in one bed, both smelling a bit of sake even though you showered together before peeling the sheets back. 

Somehow being here with him feels more fleeting than loving him from just over 5,000 miles away. 

The fraternization policy at the JAKDF is loosely enforced for enlisted members. Unfortunately, you are not enlisted nor is your work that of killing kaiju which automatically makes you slightly more disposable than your partner. 

“Maybe not you but they’d definitely fire me. Then I’d have to go home, we’d be long distance again, and you’d never get to sleep at night.” Shaking your head, you lean in to press your nose against his. “Not an ideal situation.”

He dips his head to press his nose right back against yours. 

“I could just tell them you’re essential to keep me happy,” he offers and you giggle. “I’m not joking. Keeping me happy should be their first priority anyway.”

There is a bit more humor in what he’s saying than he’ll let on, especially since you both know his subordinates are onto you to some extent. 

Giggling, you rub your nose against his again. He takes it further, dipping his head so that your lips brush against his. Ever greedy, he kisses you so much it almost makes you forget what you’re about to say. You break away before any further distraction can appear, lips still touching even if they aren’t locked. 

“Let’s pretend that you gave them such an ultimatum. What would you even say?”

The once gentle scratching against his scalp has become light tugging at his dark strands of hair and his knee has shoved its way between your thighs, the room growing warmer with each touch. Any distance remaining between the two of you has now been diminished, skin touching skin while he gazes down at you with heavily lidded eyes.

“I’d remind them of how difficult I was before being able to cum in you all the time.”

Opening your mouth to dispute his claims, or to at least ask him to have some decorum, he takes the opportunity to kiss you again before you can. His tongue slides between your teeth to tangle with yours, hands sliding from your chest to your hips and ass that are now being squeezed and kneaded.

Pulling away to catch your breath, lips slicked with spit and pussy resting warmly against the taut muscle of his thigh while he grinds it against you, you giggle breathlessly.

“And who else can say that they do that? Certainly not Tachi –”

Gen captures your lips once again, preventing another man’s name from spilling out of your sweet lips hurriedly. He can let bygones be bygones and if tonight keeps up how it’s going so far, he won’t make him run until his legs break in the morning for stealing a peek.

Maybe.

[izelthewashbear]

Y'know what? Screw this, I just spent the past 2 hours studying for a test tomorrow, so have a random incoherent rant about why Rendog in Life series symbolizes rebirth, as well as his connections with the moon. Cuz why not. Featuring random things I learned during my myths and religions class. Bear in mind that I just finished studying and my brain might be slightly fried, so I might just be blabberin nonsense.

Right off the bat, the most important aspect - being beheaded and thus turning into the Red king. Quite obviously, he was literally reborn into this role - a role of protector of his own people and slayer of the ones who wanted to harm them.

Okay but first, let's go a little earlier than that. Ren's first death was forced upon him (no shit) by Grian's trap, being set off by Jimmy. Without that death, and being reborn as a yellow, he would probably never create 'the test' which resulted in his beheading - or either way, even if he died differently, I'd happen after his first death, so either way, after being reborn. Rebirth into a yellow made him realize the only way to beat his enemies (by that I mean the desert hippies) is to be like one of them - a red. And for that, he needed to be reborn as one.

But let's go a little further than that. One thing that came to my mind lately - many cultures and mythologies equate east with life and birth, and west with death. Quite obviously - the Sun, the thing that gives and symbolizes life, raises from the east and sets on the west. Where was Dogwarts located on the 3rd Life server? On the eastern side of the map, almost the furthest point east. And where was Monopoly mountain, the desert, their biggest enemies, located? Along the western end of the map. Monopoly Mountain is actually the furthest west point of interest on the 3rd Life server map.

Shadow Alliance and the way they speak about the Moon immediately made me think of lunar mythology - part of mythology all about obviously the moon, but also things like the moon phases, the ebb and flow of the sea, even menstrual cycles. The endless cycle (another mythology term). Repetition and rebirth.

In Double Life, him and Martyn want to take Pearl on their side through the Broken Hearts Club, because Ren perceives Pearl as someone powerful and worth having on their side. Although he does, indeed, speak about her more so like a threat that's better if it's on their side, rather than against them. And I don't think I even have to mention the obvious connection between Pearl and the moon, like cmon.

One more note for Ren and the moon - he's half dog. Some people interpret him as a werewolf. And of course there is a connection between the moon and werewolves - the transformation, the change, one would even say being reborn into something new. Damn, I should make my Ren design into a werewolf-

You could say "Okay but Ren is gone in Limited Life and the cycle of rebirth is still there"- is it? I'd go as far to say that for the sake of this comparison, deaths in Limited Life do not even have to count as actual deaths. People do not automatically go to different colored lives. In session 3, when Grian is AFK, there isn't even the death screen as someone dies - it's like the death doesn't matter, you're just put right back in, losing some of your time. But dying by running out of time? That's a whole different beast. It's coming for you. You can't stop it, no matter how well you play, how many times you die in the meantime. And once it reaches you, there is no rebirth. Without Ren, there is no rebirth.

Adding Secret Life based on ideas people suggested in reblogs and comments:

1. Ren taking over Tango's body. If we associate Ren with rebirth, and Tango is often associated with fire, what does that combine into? A phoenix. (I could insert Phoenix!Jimmy propaganda here but I won't)

2. The fact there is no health regeneration. You cannot get back to full health by just using potions or eating. The only way to get health back is to either complete your task. Which means - you only get to regenerate if you comply with the Watchers. Aside from Ren, the Watchers are the only way you can survive. Which could be exactly why they took him out.

The moment Wild Life starts, everyone immediately starts out on 6 lives. As if they're being made up for all the health they lost while Ren was away.

Very small nitpick, but the second wildcard is how Ren dies for the first time. The whole wildcard of ep 2 (eating the items) is all about messing up with their regeneration. And since Ren just got back, it's as if the regen aspect is still a bit messed up.

Martren. Like. Martren. C'mon. The idea that your loved one dies, so you take a part of them and you become something else. Like c'mon. What else is there to say.

If you have any of your own ideas drop them here, I might add them (and credit you ofc)

[lavender-butterfly-cookie]

Man, imagine being Elder Faerie cookie and trying to rest in peace after White Lily cookie seals away the beasts...

Only to find out that they have children who, although are mortal, are still more powerful than even their parents.

Time for a little rant about the children of the beasts- They are more powerful than the beasts because unlike the beasts, they were born with the power of the souljam infused in their very dough. This is only the case with the beast children, since the beasts were created with the souljams. This means they don't need to have any souljam in their possession to use their power

Fun fact!- originally the storyline with the beast kids is that they would have only met their parents when they were teens. I originally wanted it to be a story where the beasts were sealed away and kids were under the care of their parents servants and were trying to find their parents without knowing that they were in the silver tree. The idea was scrapped because it would have messed with the canon timeline too much.

Lastly, I have thought of making more fanchildren and here's my reasons for why I haven't made anything official yet:

I was waiting to see how Silent Salt and Eternal Sugar would look like for me to base their children's designs off them. Now that Eternal Sugar cookies design has been leaked, I can finally start working on her child (a son cuz I keep creating daughters)

Rich Cheese cookie was originally supposed to be included, but I never found the time to draw her. Also, I felt like changing her name to Gold leaf cookie, since Gold leaf is very fitting for her. Till now I'm still working on what to do with her.

Burning Spice cookie and HollyBerry cookie give me the same issues. HollyBerry is canonically a grandmother already, meaning I can't really create a fanchild for her. To top it off, I can't give Princess cookie a fanchild just to compensate because in my au, she should be roughly around the same age as the fanchildren.

With Burning Spice cookie, it's really just a situation where Capscaisin cookie and Chili Pepper cookie, although not canonically proven, are considered Burning Spice cookies children. It brings me to a point where I feel obligated to make the fanchild his grandkid, which would make one of the two be a parent. This is the main issue, because I don't see Chili Pepper cookie being a parent and I ship Capscaisin and Prune juice cookie, which complicates my life even more-

[numberonetacostan]

I don't rly see this talked a lot but I absolutely love the differences between the two bowties that Taco/Apple wear and Mic/Mepad wear!!

The black invisibow (I absolutely love that name-) has sharp edges but a circular middle while the white one has a softer edges with a sharper middle. I feel like this is sort of giving us a message with Taco and Mic and their personality’s, Taco is rude, uncaring and betraying in nature and whoever speaks to her, but has a soft middle (literally!). She truly does care for those close to her even if she doesn't exactly know how to show it correctly (which we see the most in truth or flare- wanting to cause a bit of trouble like always yes, but still very concerned for the well-being of contestants like Suitcase). On the other hand there's Mic, she's kind, a bit naive and still and always will care about those around her (like how she never wanted to hurt balloon, she trys her best to win challenges not just for her but for her team, and how she was even able to bring out kindness in Taco). But she does have a tendency to be rude and "sharp" when she needs to, and it shows the most when she eventually cuts off taco (and also when she gets mad at herself in her diary or at Cheesys crap however I can't blame her on that lol)

These parallels even show with Apple and Mepad!! Mepad is well, Mepad I don't think that needs explanation (live, laugh, Love Mepad) but we definitely see a little bit of his sass when working with Taco and definitely when cutting ties with Mephone4. And then there's Apple, although I've never rly payed attention to her all that much I do notice that when hurt she lashes out and is quite rude (we see this most with Marsh) but is also extremely loving to those who befriend her (and obsessive as well, again look at her interactions with Marsh). And hell I can even say the same with Bow herself but you probably get the point-

Am I reading to deep into this? Probably but I'm so hyperfixed on this gosh darn show and these characters to gaf. Hope you enjoyed this little rant!! :D

-⭐️🍓 (Ik I just sent a ask a few days ago but I just had to share this discovery!! :3)

Hi Starfruit!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for submitting an ask!! :] No worries that you sent an ask a few days ago, you're free to send in as many as you want as long as you following the rules!! <3

Bowtie time!! I do love how they reflect the personalities of their wearers, especially tacomic!!! I mean, it's me so obviously I'm going to love the tacomic, but they're just so well designed!!

Also, yeah, Mic is so patient actually. With all the chances she gives Taco, that Taco needs because she has a lot to learn(!), and the fact that is takes her so long to yell at Cheesy, she tends to give people a lot of grace! I would have killed Cheesy if he was talking to me like that. I'd eat him. I'm mostly joking but I'd get so fed up with him.

Live, laugh, love Mepad!!! He's generally a super patient and understanding guy, but we see that firmness and sternly protective spirit come out when he's arguing for Taco's revival and standing in front of the contestants & Mephone4 in the finale. I'm sad now. I miss him so much!!!! Mepad plush WHEN I need 12. Uh yes apple!! Apple can be rough around the edges but is genuinely just a babey I think.

I did, indeed, enjoy your little rant!!!!

[cherryxmouse]

I know we have been over this a lot in the past few months, but I also wanted to rant about why I dislike Natlan and what Hoyoverse is doing with Genshin Impact right now. And to keep it a little more comprehensible, I'll sort my complaints into three categories:

The character designs

The characters by themselves

The quest

The way Natlan doesn't even fit into the games lore

So, first of all, I wanted to talk about the character designs, something a lot of people have talked about already. Although I do like some of the designs, they just don't look good for what they are supposed to represent. For example Kinich. If you asked me what country or culture he was inspired by, I could never tell you, because it's not obvious. If you told me Citlali was supposed to be a Shaman I wouldn't have believed you, because there is nothing about her design indicating that she is. A character's design is very important to show what the character does, what their role is and sometimes (like in Genshin Impact) which culture they are supposed to be from. I've seen people on TikTok do better redesigns of the Natlan cast, ones which actually look like they are inspired by the different cultures the characters are supposed to be inspired from. And to think that people doing this in their free time, without getting any money or help for their designs, it's honestly embarrassing that Hoyoverse can't do better. If it hurts you that much to make characters based on a culture or country (in which a lot of dark-skinned people live) perhaps don't make a Nation based on those cultures/countries. And it isn't just the fact that the character designs have no real representation, some of them also don't look like they belong into the game of Genshin Impact. Like Mavuika, who looks very out of place with her motorcycle and biker suit, next to Kaeya or Yae Miko who look like they don't know what electricity is. It seems like Hoyoverse got tired of the high fantasy aesthetic they are using for Genshin Impact, and are now using the sudden modernisation of Natlan as an excuse to not do any research on the cultures and countries they are basing Natlan off. And regardless of the racism, it still feels weird to suddenly have motorcycles and dj's and roller skates in the game, when Mondstadt still uses horses to get around. And (and this isn't just Natlan) character designs have been becoming increasingly 'fan service', like that new character Varesa, Mavuika's body suit which has an entirely pointless zipper going all the way down and the weird angle of Mizuki's burst animation. Genshin Impact has always been fan service, but I feel like it mellowed down with Fontaine and is now coming back even stronger.

Now to the characters themselves. I feel like the characters from Natlan are all kind of... cluttered. They have too much going on for them, too many motives. For example, Xilonen is a blacksmith, a cat girl, a skater and a dj all at the same time. And while these things are cool, they have nothing to do with eachother and it's also hard to show off all of those attributes for a character without it being overwhelming to users. I feel like a character should always only have two (or in some cases, three) things going for them, so that you can properly show them in the character design, idle animations and game play. Other than that, I also find it sad that there are this little playable male characters in Natlan. The rate of playable male characters has been steadily declining ever since Sumeru, but it feels weird that we've only gotten one male character from Natlan up until now. It kind of feels like Hoyoverse is catering more to their perverse male audience instead of anyone else. Another big thing that bugs me is Mavuika's character as a whole. I know that she, since she is a Himeko variant, has kind of a predestined role as a character, but then I feel like they shouldn't have made her an Archon. That way, they could've done more things with the Pyro Archon. Ignoring how out of place she looks like with her design and play style and how she doesn't represent Māori (which she's supposed to be) I also find it weird, how Mavuika, who should be a flawed person, considering she's a human Archon, has no flaws or anything that pulls her down whatsoever. She is loved by everyone, her sacrifice was taken over by Capitano, has no flaws like being rash or brutal or something you'd expect of a war deity (although I understand that it would probably be stereotypical to make a would-be dark-skinned women dumb or aggressive) and also has no other conflict to her character whatsoever. Her character just feel so bland and boring because there is nothing about her making her interesting or even flawed like she should be for being a human tasked with an Archons job.

Now we come to the story quest. Personally, I do like the fact that the NPC's actually die and dissappear fully after the war, because it adds something new and dark to Genshin Impact. But the quest is a little too obvious with the message (I think) it's trying to convey. Like, we get it, you are stronger if you work together. The way they handled it made the quest feel like some kind of disney movie. Especially because the tribes were already working together and living peacefully alongside eachother, so there wasn't even a conflict to overcome.

Now we come to the last point in my rant, and the one that bugs me the most. Natlan as a Nation makes no sense if you put it into the lore that existed about it beforehand. First of all, where does the Nightsoul's Blessing and 'red-lava-that's-keeping-it-alive' come from? Why is it never explained in the game? I know it's just there to make the characters meta so that anyone would pull for them, but then at least pull some kind of explanation out of your ass. Another thing, and I spoke about this before, why are there motorcycles and dj equipment and roller skates in Natlan? I know you could argue that Sumeru has the Aksha System which is practically wifi and Fontaine has a lot of animatronics, but at least those were explained and had relevance to the story. Mavuika's motorcycle is never explained or used at any point in the story. Also, wasn't it said at one point in the game, that Khaenri'ah was the most developed Nation? And if Khaenri'ah, as the most developed country, only had like ruin gards, why does Natlan, which isn't known for it's technological advances suddenly have all of this modern stuff? Especially because it doesn't even fit into the aesthetic of Natlan whatsoever, I mean Fontaine was at least fully steampunk, but Natlan is just 'technologically NOT advanced tribes' AND 'motorcycles'. Another thing, wasn't there this whole story line about this Vanessa and her family fleeing from Natlan to Mondstadt? So first of all, if everything is all fine and dandy (except that later the abyss attacked), why did she have to flee? Nothing was wrong in Natlan during that time. And another thing, why are Vanessa and her family called 'children of Murata'? It makes no sense, because according to the game no Murata ever existed. Mavuika has been Archon twice now, so there isn't even any sense in the time line anymore. Also, why do the (Archons of the) other nations warn us so much about Natlan and tell us it's a place full of war and dragons, when, other than the abyss attacking, there is literally no conflict. It just feels like they did all of this foreshadowing just to then change the whole story line.

Anyways, that's it (for now) if I remember anything else I wanted to say I'll add it, thank you for reading to this point (if you did) and what are your thoughts about Natlan?

I actually have a rewrite of Natlan I did during New Years Eve (so before the whole story finished), maybe I'll dig it back up, redo it a bit and then post it if anyone is interested...

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

I think we syncronized our brains, cause I had Inko's Persocom named Joy in my drafts...

Joy - Named after the famous Pokemon Nurse, Joy's main function is to notice when Midoriya Inko is going to be affected by one of the dizzy spells that she gets due to her Quirk. She has the tradional pink hair and blue eyes that her namesakes have. Very soft spoken. Enjoys watching cooking shows.

So we scrap the War. Good, because I'm of the belief that AfO should have died in Kamino and therefore disrupted everything plot wise.

Uff, Bakugou hitting rock bottom is hard, but probably needed? He's not a bad person, but he DID do a colossal mistake.

He simply... Let his temper get the better of him and hit before he could be given a proper explanation on the Persocoms. His parents didn't help, since THEY themselves didn't listen when Inko explained what Izuku's Quirk did. And Mitsuki DID rant a lot about Inko cutting them off over a 'toy'.

But Kirishima proving himself a good friend/person is *chefs kiss*. The rest of the Class start including Bakugou back into things after they realize just how horrible he feels about it. But they keep a close eye on him, since recovery isn't a straight line after all.

As for Izuku's first Persocom, I love your idea of Usagi being the first!

Just imagine: little 6y old Izuku who has started to be ridiculed by his peer dues to his 'quirklessness' (Personal Companions has very specific requirements after all), all alone, and what does Inko do?

She takes her son to a shop where children can customize little remote control toys (think Build a Bear) since he's developed an interest in robotics (his Quirk, wanting to be used).

The shop has everything. And something clicks inside him.

'Rabbit shaped. Kind, but strong like All Might, to be able to help him as a Hero.'

And when Inko, who is explaining their situation to one of the workers hears the gasps, she turns around to see her sons hands and eyes glow green and watches as pieces of steel bend and circuitry weaves around it, everything getting covered in soft fake fur in the end. No one makes a sound, understanding that this is a child who is using his Quirk for the first time.

Her son breathes on the little rabbit, and suddenly the trance is over, green glow disspearing, as he stutters a 'Usagi?' out.

The little rabbit stirs, and takes a look around before settling on Izuku, and takes a step towards him...

And promptly trips on her own, bit too long, ears.

(That shop becomes his first supplier. Due to his Quirk needing materials to work he gets a good discount.)

The little profile I'd done for her:

Usagi - The Battle Rabbit, she's strong enough to send a 3 Pointer through several walls. She is the first Persocom to be built to look like an animal, and although she's taller than the rest of her sisters, who top at 16cm tall, she's still only around the size of a Netherland Dwarf rabbit (who, according to my research, can go from 22cm to 30cm), at 25cm tall when standing. Sassy is her default mode, and is the physical manifestation of the 'I'll kick my own ass' meme by the time U.A. starts. Her fur is fluffy and beige in color and she has brown eyes. Her ears are lopped and disproportionate, at 15cm, and she sometimes trips on them. Enjoys 'naps' in the sun and is a BIG Mirko fan.

He actually gets permission to show Uwambi who it’s inspired by and she is flattered.

Uwabami, is SUPER flattered because of all the Rescue Heroes, he picked her to inspire him for a tiny helper. She's aware that most people think she's an all show and no substance kind of hero.

Their little commercial is a big success.

Medusa - The first Search and Rescue Persocom, Medusa's design while not very child friendly is practical. Much like the woman of myth, instead of hair Medusa has mechanized snakes on her head, with three of the snakes having a radar and three others have a sonar. Soft spoken and polite. The skin on her shoulders and neck has a emerald green scale pattern. Wears sunglasses to mess with people. Can and will prank you.

And she's not the only one. You cannot tell me that Mirko wouldn't show up at U.A. after the Sports Festival to demand that 'the little green one with the kickass rabbit' intern with her. Usagi is so excited that she accidently enters Standby Mode.

Lol, yeah, my thoughts. I'm currently working on the plotline for this myself. I have so many projects. I need to finish one before I do anything.

Yeah, Bakugou hits rock bottom, but he gets stopped before he hurts himself. He's in a lot of therapy, and his family gets dragged into it. Mitsuki isn't as willing to listen to anyone, but when she gets some pretty harsh truths shoved into her face about how fucked up her actions are, she has to start taking a closer look at herself. It's a slow process, but they make it.

We also find out that Masaru encouraged a lot of their attitudes because he wanted to seem better than them in a really weird form of narcissism that ends with divorce. I see too many 'he divorced Mitsuki because she's bad,' and I want him to be at fault lol.

I think Kirishima ends up the closest with Bakugou after all this, and they remain friends. Maybe not all the class can reconnect with Bakugou, but Kirishima ends up Bakugou's best man at his wedding and all.

I absouletly love the idea of little Izuku making his first robot this way and how it would 100% draw so much attention from everyone, and he gets so shy about it. Course you have people wanting him to make them PeroComs to but he's not ready, and then when he tries... well, Katsumi happens.

(And it's so funny, isn't it? Katsuki never notices until he's in therapy at age sixteen, but far too many people have stopped talking to him about that. Not because he lost their chance to get toys but because they saw how she acted. Even though he was the star, some teachers wouldn't look him in the eyes. How some tried to get him into some sort of anger management.

It's so funny, isn't it?)

I love writing Uwambi as an actual good hero, so the idea of her loving this little robot and their commercial is so into my mind. I adore the image of it being for sunglasses in the commercial. It is perfect.

Mirko stealing Izuku to have him be her first intern is beautiful, and she loves that little robot. She totally commissions a costume just like hers, and Usagi is so into it. Izuku has to deal with his robot pulling off Mirko's moves.

It is beautiful.

[inawearyworld]

free if you truly wish to be: chapter iv

shit goes DOWN. as y'all have probably gathered. bc. yknow. the plot of the movie. but first there's a song yayyyyyyyyy

2023!wonka x oc, this chapter ~2.5k

god, i love musicals.

(edit: realized after posting that i was looking at the wrong page of the screenplay while writing this and therefore royally screwed up the song structure of a world of your own but it’s fiiiiiiine)

once again, thank you mat for that interview taking a typical one-dimensional dahl villain and letting him be a more complex character. also i should probably throw a content warning on this one for depiction of a slightly abusive relationship

but i promise everything's gonna be okay soon-happy new year everyone!!

part three fic masterlist part five

While going through a time of personal growth involving trying to unravel one’s identity from that of one’s rich and powerful husband, it often happens that there are advantages to said husband being wrapped in worry over a new business rival-and, therefore, spending far more time at the office.

Wren’s favorite advantage at the present moment was that she was the only one to watch the mail come in.

Deep purple stationery was the signal she looked for-and steadily received, then returned with her own emerald letters-every day. The notes included scrawled updates regarding the operation to allow the earnest young chocolatier his day in the sun, anecdotes about the group of launderers that supported it (who she’d snuck out to meet often enough that they now felt like a second family), tales of a mysterious orange man, and exchanges of advice, witticisms, and Shakespeare quotes.

The handwriting was inexperienced, and there were more than a fair share of spelling errors toward the start of their correspondence, but she didn’t care a whit.

We’ve got the shop, Willy had written one day. For now, the task is digging through its decrepit debris and designing its decoration. (The credit for those words goes to Noodle-she says hello.) There are so many possibilities, I barely know where to start.

Start with the “why”, Wren wrote back. That’s what I always do. If there’s a piece I’m struggling to sing and I lose motivation to practice, I go back to the reasons I love the piece, even all the way back to the reasons I love the arts in the first place. Maybe there’s something in there for your shop-what made you want to share your chocolate with the world? (And hello to you too, Noodle!)

My dear Wren, came the reply, you’ve just given me the best of ideas.

He told her then about his mother and the inspiration she provided. Wren would be lying if she’d said a tear hadn’t fallen onto that particular letter.

As for how to keep him safe from the Cartel, police, and every other corrupt authority, Wren did her part by becoming Florence again whenever necessary. She acted less suspicious around her husband, leading him to be less secretive-although the gain in information was miniscule, it was better than nothing.

Felix’s rages would range anywhere from tittering, jealous rants to scheming monologues during which his whole being seemed to take on a lower, darker, more calculating tone. She’d listen carefully to all of these, tactfully calling out anything that might get him to consider he was wrong, but that had little to no effect.

Plan B, then, she’d realized, is all I can do.

So, whenever Felix seemed particularly incensed or just on the verge of coming up with how to destroy his rival, Florence would swoop in with wine and dark lipstick and a low-cut dress. She’d endure being his caged pet songbird, his doll, his perfect plaything, only because she had the growing feeling that things were about to change.

If Willy’s shop becomes successful enough to be completely undeniable, maybe the Cartel will finally acknowledge him as an equal. Maybe I’ll finally be seen as an equal, too. Maybe things will finally be truly fine.

So, night after night, she’d sit on her husband’s lap, twirl his tie, and kiss his neck until he’d forgotten the name of Wonka.

The same could not be said for her.

~

Due to just how glamorized she always had to be while in public, it didn’t take much to come up with disguise enough to be able to visit the new shop on its opening day.

With a fluttering sense of hope, Wren approached the fourth building of the Galeries Gourmet, blending in seamlessly with the sea of soon-to-be-wonderstruck passers-by. She cast a few nervous glances to the window of the Fickelgruber office, at which the man stood in his usual stance. There was no chance, though, of his recognizing her trademark ginger flame amongst the crowd; it was safely tucked under a dark, low-brimmed hat.

This could have set her mind at ease, but the fact that he looked even more smug than usual as he surveyed the ground below him made her nervous.

Did they plan something?

She was distracted from this worry by a sudden flash of color at the long-empty shop’s door. Willy Wonka stepped through, looking more himself than she could have ever imagined. He addressed the crowd with a flourish, and she marveled at his ability to combine showmanship with authenticity.

He took a skeptical older man’s arm, leading him to the shop’s entrance, and began to sing.

All at once, the shop transformed before all of their eyes, flooding with color, and the music settled into a sparking pulse that thrilled Wren to the core.

Willy grinned, fully in his element, and the doorway went dark. Gloved hands presented chocolate wonders as their creator sang them into existence. When he lit a match, the store seemed to come alive, and Wren gasped.

If his letter was anything to go by, the sight he had created was an homage to his childhood on his mother’s boat, brought to life in a way nearly too beautiful to be true.

Willy and the other man danced up a bridge of sorts as his song continued, proudly offering his shop as a world for each of his customers to call their own. Overtaken and lifted by the enchanting environment, Wren squealed with the rest of the crowd and ran into the shop, ripping the hat from her head and allowing her auburn curls to tumble freely down.

She threw her head back and laughed aloud. Her lack of makeup, and plain blouse and skirt replacing the usual emerald-colored finery, gave her assurance that she wouldn’t be recognized here; this was the closest thing she’d experienced to liberation in a very long while, and she relished it, along with the sweetly simple soar of Willy’s voice across his song.

When she looked up at him again, he was sitting on the boat that floated on the circling chocolate river, and she noticed he’d already been staring with a sideways grin. As the bassline that came from nowhere launched into a rollicking chromatic vamp, he tipped his hat to her, and she gave an enamored wave.

The second verse passed, and suddenly he’d reached her, extending a hand which she took without a second thought. He helped her onto the boat, then pulled her alarmingly close, but before she could say a thing about it, a cloud of smoke appeared around them.

Wren blinked and realized that she and Willy were now at the base of the massive chocolate tree in the center of the shop.

“How did you-”

But he only smiled and started to dance his way up the tree.

“A world of your own,” he sang, then gestured an invitation straight towards her.

This’ll be easy enough, she thought, nearly bursting with joy.

“A place to escape to,” she continued, running farther up the tree to meet him in the middle. His expression filled with awe upon finally hearing her sing, and they began a whirling back-and-forth.

“A world of your own-”

“-where you can be free!”

“Wherever you go, wherever life takes you…”

“This is your home,” she sang to him, twirling herself into his arms and beaming with pride. He’s found it-he’s created it.

“A world of your own,” they finished. He looked at her for a moment, seeming struck, then kissed her hand and disappeared through the branches of the tree to continue with the song’s bridge. She let out a dazed and happy breath, taking a moment to let her gaze roam the shop from her perch in the chocolate tree.

She didn’t know what would happen next, but she’d be damned if she wouldn’t let herself enjoy this moment.

~

What did happen next was…as an understatement, not what any of them had hoped.

She wished she could say it was a complete surprise, and she wished she could have done more to stop it. The candy started having disastrous effects, the customers understandably balked, and it was clearly not Willy’s fault in the least. In a blur, the shop was in ruins, and Wren sat in shock with the little group who’d worked so hard to make it magical.

The candyman himself was devastated; not just by the massive setback, but by the absence of his mother’s spirit. Wren and Noodle sat by his side, but Abacus ushered them up. It broke Wren’s heart to think of leaving him like this-if the truest and most trusting dreamer on Earth can be broken down, where’s the hope for the rest of us?-but she somehow still felt she had to follow the group out.

She felt a hug around her waist and a held-back sob, and looked down to see Noodle clinging onto her. Wren immediately knelt to her level and hugged the girl close, finding it hard now to keep back her own tears.

“Terrible shame what-”

“Florence?”

Slowly, she opened her eyes, her breath dropping to the floor.

Slugworth had spoken first, a smooth and practiced opening to what would have turned into a gloat. The voice that had interrupted him was genuinely shaken and clearly belonging to her husband.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered to Noodle, who nodded. “You can go, you shouldn’t have to see this-”

“Florence,” his voice came again, at a loss. She took a breath, stood up, and faced him with tears in her voice.

“Hi, Felix.”

Silence.

Slugworth looked with growing puzzlement between the woman and the girl, and Felix could only stare at his wife with dawning realization.

“You’ve been working with him,” he said simply, every usual quirk of inflection having vanished.

For a moment, the wash crew surrounded her in an attempt at a shield, and she heaved a breath to keep back a sob-of fear, of gratefulness for these friends that had become family over the past weeks, of everything suddenly crashing down.

“I’ll be okay,” she said quietly to the wash crew and perhaps to myself. “You all should go. Like you were going to. I’m sorry.”

They didn’t move.

She looked at Piper, whose worried hand was on her arm. There was an unspoken vow of protection between the women in that moment, but Wren’s eyes pleaded, so Piper nodded sadly, took Noodle’s hand, and the group left.

Wren was almost afraid to look at Willy, but she did; the boy was staring at the old chocolate bar in his hands, looking as if he could barely process a thing.

The sympathy in her gaze must have been far too obvious, because she suddenly heard footsteps, felt a hard grip on her wrist, and gasped in pain as it was yanked up and backwards.

“Darling,” Felix hissed with a sinister edge, though his voice was breaking, “I don’t know how or why this betrayal-”

“Betrayal?” she finally cried out, breaking free from his grasp as Willy rushed between them. “You lot have just poisoned dozens of innocent people, all for a business rivalry, and I won’t-”

“If you want your family not to starve, you had better lower your voice,” he barked.

Every speck of air seemed to leave the room.

“...My family?”

“I may have been distracted enough for the past weeks to ignore the mail that came in and out of our house, but I had not always been that blind. I thought your compassion to be an incomprehensible gesture, but I let it slide. When I felt like it.”

…They haven’t gotten everything I’ve sent.

They haven’t-

“In fact,” he continued, “it served as what was almost a pleasant reminder of the truth. For your family, for your stupid dream, and for your sweetly dependent soul-you need me.”

“If you knew I was poor, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because it’s the same way for me!”

This was the peak of what had been a building explosion, and this was the moment in which they both remembered there were other people in the room.

“What?” the four besides him breathed, almost in unison.

“Oh, you heard right,” Felix launched into speech, the characteristic gestures starting to work their way back into him. “I came from nearly nothing, just the same. But I did what I had to do to climb to the top. I cast them all away, left my old life behind completely, and I suppose it was a foolish hope to think my wife would do the same. But she-but you-you are nothing but a guileless, deceitful bleeding heart.”

“I…”

Tears blurred her vision.

“I am…genuinely sorry that you felt you had to hide your past, but that doesn’t excuse trying to make the rest of the world match your insecurity and fit your little chocolate mold. And if that makes me a bleeding heart…I’m proud of the title.”

For a moment, the man looked as if he would allow his wife’s words to affect him.

Then his face, normally so expressive, turned completely cold.

She’d lost him.

She’d never truly had him to lose.

But she looked at Willy, and she thought of the wash crew, and she realized she finally had a truer support system. And if she could try to start over, find some other way to earn money to send to her family without interception, and some other way to reach the dreams that felt so far away at the moment, she knew Felix would be wrong: she didn’t need him.

After a long silence, Slugworth cleared his throat.

“Get her out of here. We have business with Mr. Wonka.”

What?

Her and the younger man’s eyes widened, and they grabbed each other’s hands on instinct, but a small number of policemen came around the corner of the shop door at Slugworth’s order. They clamped hands on her shoulders and dragged her away from Willy as the Cartel stood silently and watched.

“Wait-wait, no, I-”

“Wren-”

She struggled, fought, kicked, but was forced into the backseat of a police car-

“Let me go, you corrupt bastards-”

“Wren-”

“Let me-”

“Just drop her somewhere in town,” Felix said coolly. “Somewhere that isn’t my home.”

“WREN!”

The car door was slammed, and the last thing she saw was the Cartel advancing on a dazed Willy, opening a suitcase of cash.

All she could do was scream, and the scream turned into a cry.

They did indeed drop her somewhere. She burst out of the car the second it had stopped, and the officers drove away without a word.

Sick with worry and trying to regain her breath, she looked around, almost fainting with relief when she saw the laundry building. Piper, having heard the commotion, stood outside, and they looked at each other for a moment before Wren fell sobbing into her arms.

This is not over.

[viisoul]

MAKE IT UP TO YOU!

{dom!sanemi , sub!reader , degrading , overstimulation , use of the word ‘bitch’ , choking , modern au.}

when y/n’s new pair of shoes are ruined because of her clumsiness enemy, her enemy is forced to apologize and make it up to her, but it seems to go a little further than just that.

"you fucking asshole!"

"oh, shut up, you whiny bitch!"

"you ruined my shoes! i hope you die!"

"shut the hell up! the shoes were ugly anyway!"

y/n l/n, the forever enemy of sanemi shinazugawa, was currently fuming because of his clumsy actions. y/n was always a spoiled daddy's girl since birth. her dad bought her anything and everything she wanted. he was filthy rich, after all. she lived in a huge mansion with a huge bedroom just for her. she'd always gotten the latest designer clothes or bags, and the newest shoes.

today was yet another day in college, y/n and sanemi arguing over every little thing. however, it was lunchtime. sanemi doesn't usually eat lunch food, so he just got a red fanta out of the vending machine. unfortunately for y/n, she was walking towards sanemi and she hadn't realized it.

the poor girl bumped into him, the red drink spilling all over her brand new white shoes and her outfit. though, she was more concerned about her shoes.

"you shut up! i think they're cute! you just don't have any fashion sense, you tacky motherfucker!"

as sanemi was about to say something else, his eyes shifted over to his friends before he spoke. "tsk. you're embarrassing me. i don't have time for you."

sanemi purposely bumped her shoulder before walking over to his small group of friends, as she walked off to the bathroom to clean off her shoes as much as she could.

when y/n made it to the bathroom, she sighed lowly. she put soap on a tissue and wet it, scrubbing her shoes roughly. although y/n was spoiled, she was very appreciative. she was happy with anything her dad gave her. it'd hurt her deeply to know that the thing that was given to her from one of the only people that actually loves her had gotten messed up.

she exhaled, throwing her head back as she let the shoes fall from her hands and onto the ground. despite scrubbing as much as she could, there was still a reddish pink color on her shoes. now she had to deal with the embarrassment of walking around with dirty shoes. hopefully bleach would do the trick when she got home.

y/n slipped her shoes back on, throwing the napkins away in the garbage before walking out. as she walked out, she saw sanemi leaning against the wall next to the boy's bathroom.

"what are you doing, you creep?" she murmured.

sanemi pushed himself off of the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

"tsk. i already don't wanna do this."

"do what?" she stared at him in confusion.

"look, i'm sorry. okay? i'm sorry about messing your shoes up." his cheeks were tinted with the reddest color possible, and his expression showed his embarrassment.

"oh? sanemi's apologizing for once?" she teased.

"shut up!" he hissed. "if you want, i can... make it up to you."

she paused. "...who's telling you to do this?"

"shino— nobody! i'm doing this on my own! now, do you want me to make it up to you or not?"

"um... how?"

"i'll take you out to dinner—, to your favorite restaurant."

"ha! unless you're planning to spend a couple hundred dollars at least, i think not."

"...whatever. it doesn't matter. so, do you wanna go or not?"

"um... sure." she replied quietly, thinking that if she said that, it'd change his mind.

"give me your number. i'll pick you up at six." he held his hand out, expecting her phone.

after exchanging numbers, y/n left to go home early with her dad. she ranted to her father, who was off of work that day, for what felt like hours on end about sanemi. her father could only awkwardly listen to her as she paced around the spacious living room.

y/n's father was used to listening to her rants. especially about sanemi. he'd suggested switching schools, yet, for some reason, she always insisted on staying.

"his dumb white hair and those ugly scars all over his disgusting face—! i hate him!" she groaned, holding her head in her hands.

"listen, sweetheart, i'll just buy you another pair."

she sighed. "daddy, that's not the point. he ruined my shoes on purpose!"

"mmh. did he apologize...?"

"w-well, yeah. he said he'd take me out as an apology..." she said lowly. "it's not something he always does."

"maybe he finally realized what he did wrong." her father smiled, though, on the inside, he was raging.

how dare someone as poor as him make his sweet baby girl so angry like that?! he was just as furious as she was, if not worse. he wanted to pounce on sanemi as soon as he got the chance.

"okay, fine." she exhaled.

"where's he taking you out at?"

"i don't know. he said he would take me out to my favorite restaurant—, but you already know it costs a couple hundred."

he pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. "that boy... i'm gonna have to give him a good talking to."

"what time is it?"

he checked his watch. "five thirty."

"ah! he said he was gonna pick me up at six!" she rushed to leave the living room, hurriedly going to her bedroom.

she looked through her huge walk-in closet, looking for a dress that wasn't too over the top, yet fancy enough. she wore a tight black dress with a slit going up to her thigh, that had a black belt with her first initial in gold on it, laced with small diamonds. the dress had spaghetti straps and was quite low in the chest area. she'd also worn some black heels to go with her dress.

for her accessories, she wore some expensive gold hoop earrings and one necklace that had a famous brand on it. lastly, a gold tennis bracelet and her watch.

she then put on a small amount of makeup, having the thoughts of impressing no one—, not even sanemi... maybe just a little. she glossed her lips and stared at herself in her vanity. y/n couldn't help but take a picture and post it.

"y/n!" hearing the loud calling of her name, she stood up. she checked her watch, seeing it was already six fifteen. she was fifteen minutes late

the boy had just arrived at y/n's house, and god, was he shocked. he knew she was rich and all, but to live in such a large house? he'd almost thought she lived in a castle. he whistled as he got out of the car.

sanemi then walked up to her porch, which that alone was big.

he rang the doorbell.

not long after, her father came out. his eyes were practically piercing into sanemi's soul. sanemi swallowed thickly.

"hi—." his voice cracked. he then cleared his throat. "hello, sir. i'm here for y/n."

"why are you here for my daughter?"

"to take her out."

"on a date? so, you think you're worthy enough for her?"

"uh... it's not really a date. i'm just— making something up to her."

"you messed up her brand new shoes, didn't you? the ones that cost more than you could ever afford?"

sanemi clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, deciding not to respond.

"however, not many people would do this for someone they dislike. i appreciate it. i'll handle getting her another pair, just make her happy tonight. you understand?"

"yes, sir."

in an instant, her father grabbed sanemi's collar, pulling him close to him.

"and you better have her back home by nine. even one minute later than that and you're gonna get a piece of my mind. i want her here like she was before she left. i may not be here by nine, but i have cameras everywhere outside and inside of the house besides her room and a gps on her phone. if she comes back pissed off like she did today, you better fucking believe your life will be over and you'll see the rusty gates of hell. you hear me?"

"y-yeah, i hear ya." he muttered, nodding his head slowly.

"y/n!"

after her father called her name, the girl rushed down the stairs and to the front door. the sound of her heels clicking against the floor indicated that she was close. the clumsy girl bumped into her father's back, rubbing her nose.

"ouch..." she muttered. "sorry, dad."

"mmh. it's fine."

she stepped away from him, standing right in sanemi's view. sanemi could feel his cheeks grow hot upon seeing her.

"hi, sanemi."

"hey, y/n."

"well, i guess we should hurry and go now. i know my dad has some type of curfew for me."

"yeah, nine pm. any later than that, sanemi. remember what i told you."

"yes, sir. i'll bring her back by nine."

"good. that's what i like to hear. now, let's see if you'll make it happen."

the man then kissed his daughter's cheek, hugging her side.

"love you."

she giggled. "i love you too, dad."

she walked off with sanemi, as her dad watched her leave.

sanemi opened the door for her, and then went inside of the car himself. she looked through the tinted windows, watching as her dad closed the front door.

"sanemi,"

"huh?"

"honestly, i'm not that hungry. if i ever do get hungry, i could just go for a fast food restaurant on the way home."

"what are you implying?"

"i don't wanna go out to eat. i wanna do something fun."

"like?"

"let's go to a club." she grinned.

"hold on, your dad has a gps on your phone. what if you get in trouble? no, wait, i'm gonna get in trouble."

"oh—, come on. don't be such a pussy."

"i'm not being a pussy. if you think i'm gonna get in trouble because you wanna get drunk and party your ass off, you're thinking wrong."

"you're so lame."

sanemi rolled his eyes. "fine."

"there's one across the street from my favorite restaurant. it's less expensive, too. on ******* street."

"oh... that one."

"hm? you been there before?"

"yeah, once. it was fun, i guess."

she smiled. "well, come on! let's go!"

—

as the two arrived, they were greeted by the blaring music, colorful flashing lights, and people talking loudly. she grasped his hand, pulling him over to the bar.

when he sat down, he stared at her confusedly.

"i wanna have a couple drinks before we party, 'kay?" y/n said, taking off her jewelry and placing it inside of her purse.

"i didn't know you were a drinker."

"i don't do it much. i just have two or three before i stop. it's pretty rare of me to drink anyway."

"so, what's with the change now?"

"i just wanna have fun. take this night as a night to forget about what happened today, i guess."

he sat there quietly, lips pursed together as he stared at her. whatever this swelling feeling was in his chest, he wanted to get rid of it immediately.

when the bartender took their orders and gave them their drinks, they had a quite nice conversation with each other. honestly, the two realized they weren't as bad as they'd thought. however, they were only convincing themselves that it was just the drinks getting to their heads.

after y/n's third drink, she let out a relieved sigh.

"that was good. you drunk yet, sanemi?"

"i should be asking you that... but no. i'm nowhere near drunk."

"okay, let's go party, then!" she grinned, running off to the dance floor.

he paid and tipped the bartender, rushing after her. sanemi grasped her shoulders, stopping her where she was before she could get any further.

"calm down! at least wait for me."

"okay, sorry. come on."

she walked with his hands on her shoulder towards the dance floor in the huge crowd of people. she then grabbed one of his hands, bringing him in front of her. the smile on y/n's face made sanemi's heart flutter. he shook his head.

he was embarrassed to be seen with y/n, being that she was dancing nonstop to the loud music. he just stood there awkwardly, arms crossed over his chest.

"sanemi~!" y/n groaned. "you're being lame again!"

"uh? how?"

"why aren't you dancing?"

"i don't dance."

"okay—? no one's gonna judge you if you try."

"no."

"please?"

"absolutely not."

"i'm not having fun if you won't dance with me!"

"oh, well."

"i'll tell my dad."

"okay, okay! how am i supposed to dance?"

"want me to show you?"

"um? how're you gonna do that?"

"just do whatever your mind tells you to do, 'kay?"

"what do you m—?" his cheeks began to get red as he watched the girl stand in front of him, the slight contact of her hips on his his making his adam's apple bob when he swallowed. "w-what're you doing?!"

she laughed. "dancing, duh!"

she danced in front of him, their bodies touching and grinding against each others. sanemi could only awkwardly try to follow what she did. feeling her pressing against his dick made him horny, however. he wasn't thinking about dancing.

he was getting turned on, and so was she. she could feel his hardness pressing against her inner thighs. sanemi moved his hand down, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer to him. they followed each other's movements, enjoying the fun of dancing until he moved his hands down a little too far.

"y-you—! stop, you dickhead!" she turned around, glaring daggers at the boy.

"mm? you don't like it?"

"we— we're in public...!" she stammered, not wanting to admit that she did, in fact, enjoy it.

feeling sanemi's big bulge in between her thighs made her even more turned on.

"so... you do like it?"

she crossed her arms, refusing to answer.

he could only smile arrogantly. "you do."

sanemi grabbed her leg, placing it on his hip. she struggled to keep her balance, but he kept his hand on her waist.

"what time is it?" he muttered.

"it's only seven..."

"mmh. you wanna go back to your place?"

"huh— why? we've barely even been here!"

that cocky grin on his face told her exactly why. she swallowed the knot in her throat, smiling right along with him. she put her arms around his neck and brought him in closer.

"you wanna fuck me?" she asked him.

"hell yeah."

she pursed her lips together. sanemi removed her arms from around his neck, grasping her hand as he walked out of the club.

—

stumbling inside of her room, sanemi kicked it closed without departing his lips from hers. he pushed her against the wall roughly, items on her shelves rattling and some even falling over. he groaned, hands roaming up her dress. the mere contact of his cold fingertips on her skin was enough to get a moan out of her.

he pulled away from her, unzipping her dress. he gave her a look before gradually tugging it down. she stepped out of it, kicking it elsewhere. sanemi unclasped y/n's bra, letting it fall from her shoulders. his calloused hands immediately grasped onto her breasts, kissing her once more. she let out a dragged-out whine at the feeling of his fingers pinching at her nipples.

he moved his lips down her jawline and her neck, sucking on her skin harshly. his teeth scraped at her delicate skin as he bit on it, the flat of his tongue pressing against the spot he'd bitten. she could feel herself getting wet at his touch, getting more turned on than before.

"sanemi—," she choked out, instinctively placing her hand on his chest. "let's go to the bed."

he then scooped her up in his arms, walking over to her bed. he dropped her down, her eyes widening in surprise as she stared at sanemi's expression. y/n's lips curled into a nervous grin as she sat up, only to have him crawl on top of her.

he grasped her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

"you havin' second thoughts?" he raised an eyebrow.

"w-what—? hell no."

"mmh. thought you'd chicken out."

"i'd never. even if i did, you probably already came in your pants from just kissing me." she said with an arrogant grin on her face.

"oh, is that right?" he smirked, looking down at her bare chest before staring into her eyes.

she nodded. he roughly pressed his lips against hers once more, the two falling back onto the bed. she wrapped her arms around his neck. he moved his hand down her abdomen and between her legs. he played around with her underwear, leaning back down to kiss her.

before he could, she spoke up.

"go on, take them off. you know you want to."

hearing her words, sanemi unabashedly ripped her panties off, throwing them across the room. he dipped down to kiss her, spreading her legs out wide. he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, rushing to get his garments off.

he pulled his pants down, palming his erection through his boxers. he ogled at her rather vulnerable figure, grinning to himself.

"you're kinda hot."

"yeah, i know." she replied. "y'gonna fuck me with your eyes or?"

"nah, i'm gonna fuck your brains out."

"i'd sure like to see it."

"oh, you're gonna see it." he began pulling his boxers down, only for her to grasp his wrist. he raised an eyebrow, confused at her actions. "what?"

"can you uhm—... take your shirt off?" she muttered, eyes trailing off elsewhere.

he hummed, unbuttoning his shirt. he let his shirt fall from his shoulders and down on her bed. she stared at his abs and the scars going across his chest. it was so hot. she could barely keep her composure.

"yeah, i know." he repeated her words. "don't cum yet, i haven't even put my dick in you."

she rolled her eyes. "uh-huh, okay."

sanemi pulled his boxers down, his dick springing out and tapping against his abdomen. digging in the pocket of his pants, he pulled out a condom. she watched as he opened it, getting ready to slide it on. she could only grin, giggling at him.

"what's funny?" he asked, grasping his cock in his hands.

"you were planning this, huh? i'm that irresistible?"

his eye twitched. "shut up."

"make me."

sanemi grabbed one of her legs, holding it up so he could align himself with her entrance. he pushed himself in without a second thought, a loud squeal coming from her mouth. she covered her lips with her hands, staring up at him. the two locked eyes, a cocky grin growing on his face. he laughed derisively, sending a light slap to her thigh as he shoved himself in deeper.

"ha! you should see the look on your face right now!"

"s-shut the fuck up!" she said, her voice slurring and a string of expletives coming from her as he began moving his hips back and forth.

he chuckled, mocking the noise she made. feeling her clench around him, he groaned and picked his pace up. she grasped onto the sheets, feeling pure bliss at how deep he was inside of her. he didn't hesitate to touch all over her, grasping onto one of her tits while his other hand was tightly holding onto her thigh.

he bent down, kissing her lips sensually. she moaned into it, her stomach getting butterflies once he forced his tongue in her mouth. their tongues pressed together, mixing their saliva with each other's as he relentlessly thrusted into her.

pulling away, he stared her in her eyes while he began to speak. "y'like me fuckin' this slutty pussy? hm?"

y/n nodded absentmindedly, the feeling of her being pounded against the bed by sanemi much better than she'd ever imagined.

"use your words, bitch."

she choked out a 'yes', her eyes beginning to roll back. his hand suddenly went around her neck, squeezing it tightly, but not enough to hurt her. the feeling of sanemi's rough hand around her throat was turning her on even more.

y/n would have never thought she'd be in a position where sanemi was fucking her brains out.

"s-sanemi," she mumbled.

"what?" he asked, the pace of his thrusts not ceasing.

"rub my clit." she said.

"you really are a dirty slut." he said with a laugh, moving his free hand down so he could find her clit.

once he did, it was like paradise for y/n. he was balls deep inside of her, pounding into her like there was no tomorrow while he choked her, called her names, and added more stimulation by rubbing on her clit.

she was a moaning mess, whining and practically screaming his name and several different curse words.

"it feels good, yeah?" he asked her, slightly panting.

her eyes were squinted shut and her face was a bit scrunched, biting down on her lower lip.

"yeah—!" she nodded quickly.

"you're a whore for me, right?" he circled his fingers faster on her clit, making her whimper loudly.

"mhm~!"

"say it." he tightened his grasp on her neck, making her chest raise.

"fuck, i'm a whore for you! i'm a slutty little whore just for you!"

"that's what i like to hear, bitch." he let out a throaty groan, his adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed. he stared down at her, seeing how vulnerable she was just for him.

she heaved a short, yet rough exhale. "sanemi!"

"what is it?"

"m-make me cum, please." she blurted out.

"mmh? you wanna cum on my dick? is that what you wanna do, bitch?"

"yes!"

"don't worry, i'm gonna make you cum, whore. more than once, too."

"d-do it then."

and so, sanemi was like a monster. he made her bed rock back and forth, creaking as it tapped against the wall with his movements. he'd also successfully made her scream and claw at him for mercy. it was quite a sight for sore eyes, if someone were to ask him.

moving his fingers around her cunt, he gathered some of her wetness on his fingertips and continued rotating them at a face pace. it was then he let go of her neck, holding one of her legs up close to her chest. it was then he'd hit a whole new spot, making y/n's back arch.

"oh, god, sanemi! t-there, right there! m'gonna cum!"

"right here? that's what you want? you want me to fuck you just like this? yeah?" he questioned her with a grin, thrusting into her pussy harder. it'd created a squelching sound, along with the sound of their wet skin clapping together.

she yelled out a curse, sanemi tensing up as she clenched around him. he grunted, slowing his quite animalistic pace and staring down at her. she breathed heavily, covering her eyes with her arm.

"holy shit." she muttered. "that was so—..."

"it felt good, didn't it?" he laughed.

"very."

"i could say the same with you... but we're not done yet." narrowing her eyebrows, she moved her arm away from her eyes and stared at his cock that was still rock hard.

she swallowed thickly, a smile growing on her face. she didn't mind. nodding her head, she spread her legs once more, welcoming him for a second round.

—

y/n's hands rested on sanemi's shoulders as she bounced mindlessly on his dick, her head thrown back to give him space to kiss on her neck. his hands were grasping on her ass and he couldn't help but laugh at how worn out she was.

she was so sensitive, she'd orgasmed several times that she lost count. honestly, she'd probably gotten all of her hate for him fucked away. she let out a drawn out moan, biting her lower lip.

she rolled her hips against his, going so slow so she could calm herself.

"sanemi~." she slurred. "it hurts... i can't take it anymore."

"you can. you can take it." he mumbled against her skin, leaving yet another mark. "i think you just need help."

"then help me, dumbass." she said, stopping her movements.

tightening his grip on her skin, he began bouncing her up and down on top of him more roughly, and she could only whine at how sensitive she was. it hurt so bad, but the pain felt great.

pressing her lips against his, she moved her hand down in between her legs and began rubbing her cunt unrelentingly. they shared a sloppy, yet slow kiss, both of them getting tired and ready to finish things off for the night.

their lips smacked together as sanemi moved his hands off of her, hoping she'd take the lead. curses slipped from her mouth as her eyes were shut closed, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and beads of sweat fell down her body. their chests would press and stick together as they leaned in closer to each other.

they were unable to resist one another's touch. he hummed, moving her hand away from in between her legs. she opened her eyes, watching as he licked her fingers, soon sucking on them. her eyes widened, her stomach tingling.

"tastes so good." he muttered, tensing up and groaning. "keep riding, baby. i think i'm close."

her heart fluttered at the name, but she nodded and continued moving her hips so slowly, but in a way that felt so good. her moans were like music to his ears, so melodic, and not the mention how good she rode him. he knew that after this, no one could compare to her.

staring at her figure, he saw one hand down on her bed while the other gradually massaged her cunt at the same pace as her riding. her eyes were closed and her lips were pressed together, so concentrated on getting him to reach his climax.

he exhaled, feeling his orgasm creep up on him. he groaned, catching his lip between his teeth. he cursed, feeling his cum spurt into the condom. she smiled, reaching her own with a soft, drawn out whine.

they panted, y/n's hand going on top of his. she leaned her forehead against his, kissing him gently as she slowly inched off of him. he caressed her face, deepening their kiss. it felt so romantic and meaningful.

sanemi sucked on her bottom lip before they pulled away with a smack of their lips, y/n falling onto her bed. she stared at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath. it was then that sanemi sighed, staring up along with her.

"y'know, your dad's gonna fucking murder me?"

"yeah... i know." she mumbled. "good luck."

♡

[frightt]

GOD. the makeup and accessories system in Infinity Nikki is such a breath of fresh air from Love Nikki's system

(no i have not played Shining Nikki so I'm sorry if anything i mention here already was fixed in SN).

Thoughts Below

Of course with LN being a 2d game it has its limitations (and there's stuff to be said about letting players choose what layer they want accessories to be on) so creating any sort of outfit that uses a lot of accessories is bound to have some overlap/clipping. While there is places for you to be able to dress up with the sole purpose of looking good (Competition, Starry Corridor), the player is mainly creating outfits for the sake of story progression or other scoring events (like stylist arena). And god, uhm, most people in comp just use paid/complete sets. But that's another thing and I will not rant about that one today. I'm sure every LN player has tried to just make a cute little outfit and "oh that veil would look so good but GOD the overlap. that is horrible".

They've taken so much time and put so much care into IN to make sure that the accessories DONT look bad when you wear them with other things and certain hair styles. gone are the days of your pigtails sticking out of your hat. I've probably spent at least an hour just going through the different accessories and hair combos so i can see what changes from each one.

Some favorites of mine

[Image ID: Three screenshots of the Infinity Nikki character customization showing the different placements of a small flower hairclip. The left depicts Nikki with a hairstyle that has a side ponytail, the hairclip is placed on the character's front right side. The middle depicts a hairstyle with two low pigtails, the hairclip is placed towards the front center of her head. The right depicts a bob hairstyle, the hairclip is placed on the back left side of the head. END ID]

Also to note is that this hairclip gives some of the pony/pigtails little bows (visible in the middle screenshot)

And a hat one too

[Image ID: Two screenshots from the Infinity Nikki character customization. The bottom shows Nikki with the low pigtails style. The top shows her wearing a hat, no pigtails visible. The hairstyle item used in both images is the same. END ID]

Its just so good!!!! the attention to detail!!!!!!

AND GOD DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE MAKEUP. Firstly the ability to pick and choose different mascara, eye colors, eyeshadow/blush, lipstick, and eyebrows!!!!! LN's makeup system was HORRIBLE. Another, kind of, issue of the 2d design, although I'm SURE they could have done better. For those who have not played LN, the makeup was all one item and had the foundation/skin color built into it, thus applying a makeup would use the foundation color for your face. Setting a light skin color and a dark makeup is. not good. and even then LN does not have very diverse makeups (at least not ones easily accessible to players). They have a 'diverse' range of skin tones you can collect for free (which they only put in like 3 ish years ago? maybe?) but most of them are shades of grey for some reason. I've never seen anyone in Comp or SC take advantage of this, but during the main story or other scored events it can be. annoying. when Momo is unintentionally telling you to do blackface because you need a good lively score.

IN does not do this to you. thankfully. They give you 3 skin tones off the bat. technically 4 if you include the skin tone if you don't select any, which is just slightly darker than the White skin tone. And as far as I can tell there is no way to set your face to a different shade than your body. The "base makeup" item is essentially eyeshadow and blush. Makeup seems to be just a fun little thing you can do, since it's not connected to the completion of any sets or have any stats attributed to it. (The skin colors also do not have any stats, which is good). (There is makeup that go with certain sets, but they are not required)

Other little things I really appreciate is a rework of the tagging system. So glad that some of those tags are gone, and it makes sense that they would slim it down a bit. I do understand why they also reworked the stats system, but I do also miss it. <- That all being said, I have not gotten to any stylist battles yet so I do not know exactly how the tags or stats impact the gameplay

That is all for now! If I said something that seems incorrect please let me know :)

[stealerofthe2ndbraincell]

ARCANE ACT 3

LIVEBLOG TIME ❤️❤️❤️

The final episode wow.

I am not ready for this in the slightest.

One thing before I get into this:

Regardless of how this show ends, it's still going to be one of my favourites of all time and I don't see that changing anytime soon.

I think it's a true testament to how good Arcane is in so many areas that I fully believe a bad ending won't spoil it for me. Although, that may be naive, who knows.

Arcane Season 2, Episode 9: The Dirt Under Your Nails.

I am so nervous.

IMMEDIATELY a beautiful Jinx shot. Notably without the usual intro.

Oh I have such a bad feeling. Well we know what she meant by burning it all down then....

She's already cut her hair by this point.

EKKO!! THE KING RETURNS.

He's using his time travel!!

GIRL YOU'RE STRESSING ME OUT.

I'm not getting over the monkey toy. Never.

These little flashes forward are making me even more nervous.

I'm not knowledgeable in weapon design, but the difference between the Noxian weapon choice and Piltover's is immediately a detail I find quite interesting.

Why do I have a bad feeling Loris is going to die in this scene.

Holy shit Ambessa.

I do like that the big battles aren't really going the same route as s1's final act if that makes sense.

I completely forgot about shimmer wow.

DAMN IT I KNEW IT. LORIS :(((

Oh no STEB!

Of course the bomb wasn't going to work. it's not even a third into the episode...

I'm surprised Stb survived the gas.

MADDIE

(insert that Jürgen Leitner rant except specifically aimed at Maddie)

"I did appreciate your warmth" MADDIE THE FUCK

H a h.

That was Mel, right???

IT WAS MEL.

"(chaotic humming in the distance)" I KNEW IT was Jinx based solely on that subtitle.

I AM OBSESSED

This was exactly what I wanted, thank you.

Timebomb to the RESCUE OMG

YES RANDOM PIANO BOY WHOSE NAME I CAN'T THINK OF (I'm so sorry if he's a reoccurring character that I've completely blanked)

OH GOD VIKTOR IS OUT OF THE ORB

I'm genuinely at a loss as to how Ambessa would be taken down rn.

Speaking of new looks that I'm utterly in love with:

I am so worried for Steb

AND I WAS RIGHT TO BE THE CYBERMEN ARE BACK

SEVIKA NO

No

She's alright

Right????

RIGHT????

"You are no Medarda" obsessed. Her turning those words on her MOTHER was superb.

Okay hands down the funniest bit this entire season. This is the reason you don't have a villain monologue in the middle of a war! :D

NO RANDOM PIANO BOY!!!

Absolutely gobsmacked.

So much of this episode so far has left my jaw on the floor WOW.

Okay so I've run the limit on images being used, so I'm going to post this and then add to it in a reblog. I would usually plan to just cut them down , but I have so much I want to point out in this finale.

[babyrdie]

Love your modern patchilles headcanons so naturally I’m gonna request some modern sapphic patchilles headcanons?

You see, I actually intended to answer the Cassandra ask and then close the askbox as I explained in my rant/post, but this anon coincidentally sent this ask on the exact day I was going to close the box (because that's the day I was going to answer the Cassandra ask, which was supposed to be the last one for a while). I could ignore it, of course, but I kind of find this little guy familiar. I'm assuming it's the same person who sometimes asks me about Fem Patrochilles, and in that case I won't reject a nice anon. Also, this person must be craving for sapphic content (I know this because this was my feeling trying to read Shinomitsu fic and Inosaku fic and finding them mostly as background couples lol) and it's cruel to deny sapphic content in this case. So I changed my disclaimer, now this is the last ask I answer for now lol

Well, first of all… modern AU is much more flexible. The tricky part of making Sapphic Patrochilles is trying to keep the mythical themes and gender roles of Ancient Greece consistent without making the characters completely unrecognizable (Phyrra is easier, but Cleopatra… there's just no way to keep her identical to Patroclus without making her completely nonsense to the world she's in). But modern AU? I think that'll be an easier job.

First of all, the context!

Considering how difficult it is to accurately translate Thetis and Peleus into a modern dynamic, I'm going to stick with the usual "they had a loveless marriage, got divorced and aren't doing well, but love their child" modern dybamic. In that sense, I imagine that Thetis came from a very rich family, and as such, she's kind of the mom who wants her kid to start doing various activities. Luckily, Phyrra was the kind of kid who was excited about doing these various activities. As a result, she's kind of the talented person, you know? She can sing, play, dance, swim, run, get good grades, etc. She was also a very active kid, always running around, climbing trees, jumping off waterfalls, that sort of thing. Peleus mostly got custody of her because, although Thetis loves Phyrra, she really hadn't planned on having kids and didn't know how to handle the idea of ​​having to take care of one on a daily basis. They still remained close, with Thetis phonecalling or video chatting daily, visiting with some frequency and discussing with Peleus over who would get to spend time with her on important dates. Peleus never remarried and preferred to simply be a single father. Peleus' best friend Phoenix is ​​kind of her godfather ("kind of" because it's not the literal baptism godfather, it's more like the person designated to help the parent). So Phyrra is kind of in that thing where her family isn't exactly ideal, but she's okay. She's not really traumatized. Phyrra also liked to visit the family farm a lot, which was managed by Chiron. In adulthood, Phyrra invested in being an Olympic runner and quickly proved to be a prodigy. This story is how I imagine Achilles in Modern AU and, honestly, I didn't feel the need to change anything from the basic ideas in Phyrra's case.

In the case of Patroclus/Cleopatra…here's the thing. My modern Cleopatra seems more like Patroclus than my ancient Cleopatra, precisely because gender roles don't confuse her story to the same degree anymore. Then we have Menoetius and Philomela, who are pretty normal. Cleopatra, however, had a temper as a child, so she once got into an argument with a classmate, Clysonimus, and when she pushed him down the stairs, there was a horrible accident. Luckily, she wasn't convicted of a crime because she was really young and it was very accidental, but it became difficult to stay in the same city with all the people staring and whispering. So they moved. Menoetius and Peleus knew each other, and wanting to have someone he knew in the new place, Menoetius decided to move to the same city. Peleus, knowing Menoetius and already aware of the situation, encouraged Phyrra to be friendly with Cleopatra. They gradually became childhood best friends and Phyrra even taught her things she learned from Chiron. Cleopatra was once allowed to visit the farm because that was where Phyrra's birthday party was going to happen that year. There, she developed a love for horses, having already been passionate about animals before. In adulthood, Cleopatra pursued a career as a veterinarian. This is also my Modern AU story for Patroclus and again, I didn't feel the need to change things for Cleopatra.

Now, let's get to the silly headcanons. Hope you enjoy!

Phyrra was a onesie kid (most of them gifts from Thetis or Phoenix, truth be told. Peleus wasn't a clothes guy), but Cleopatra was a dress kid, though she always wore shorts underneath.

Cleopatra kept her hair mostly braided. She refused to cut her long hair, but it was also a hassle considering how active she was, so the braid became her signature style. As a child, Phyrra's hair was long, but as a teenager she cut it short and decided to keep it that way for the rest of her life. She thought her long hair was beautiful because it resembled her mother's, but Phyrra decided that she still found it more comfortable to have short hair.

Phyrra and Cleopatra used to swim together, although it was never Cleopatra's passion like it was for Phyrra. Phyrra also found it amusing to watch Cleopatra take off her swimming cap because it was always shocking how you wouldn't expect her to have such long hair underneath it. Phyrra joked that it was like those cliché scenes in romance movies where the guy takes off his motorcycle helmet and shakes out his silky hair.

Phyrra initially disliked waxing because razors always gave her allergies and she refused to use hot wax. But because of her running, she felt it was necessary because it was uncomfortable to run because of the friction with hair. She tried razors again, but again it always itched and left annoying little bumps. Bravely, she tried hot wax after doing a lot of research on the application. Hot wax was a traumatic experience. When she found out about it, Cleopatra asked her why Phyrra didn't just get laser hair removal and Phyrra kind of felt stupid for not having considered it sooner. So Phyrra became a regular at laser hair removal clinics because it was actually more comfortable for her to run that way. Cleopatra doesn't shave often, but since she doesn't have allergies, she just uses a razor when she needs to.

People would assume that Phyrra's favorite type of movie was action, but she actually has a soft spot for romantic comedies and animated movies. Cleopatra isn't a movie person and usually just watches whatever the other person wants. However, she does enjoy movies that involve animals in some way, and she used to watch animal documentaries even as a child. Phyrra also enjoys documentaries, but she is more eclectic in that regard.

Phyrra doesn't wear a regular bra, only a sports bra. She also prefers boxer panties. Contrary to popular belief, she is vain, so she has several products for her skin and hair. Cleopatra kind of doesn't like it when Phyrra uses her styling cream, because according to Cleopatra, her hair is much curlier and needs the cream more than Phyrra's wavy hair. If Phyrra wants it, she can buy it!!

Phyrra sleeps with a blanket even in hot weather. She simply loves the softness of the blanket. Because of this, she usually wears short pajamas to compensate for the heat. Cleopatra usually sleeps with either two braids or a satin cap. She is the type to wear old clothes as pajamas. Phyrra is also the tactile type who always wants to sleep cuddled and, although Cleopatra loves sleeping cuddled with Phyrra, it's torture when it is hot because 1) sleeping cuddled in the heat is torture 2) sleeping cuddled in the heat with THE BLANKET is even worse.

At some point in her life, Cleopatra will have a total of 9 pet dogs. Not anytime soon, though, because for a considerable amount of time she slept in environments that wouldn't allow for that many. Phyrra kind of thought the number was exaggerated, but she could never say no to Cleopatra.

At the wedding ceremony, everyone expected Phyrra to opt for a white suit, but surprisingly she wanted both her and Cleopatra to get married in dresses. The reason is that she wanted to wear the dress that Thetis wore when she got married because she had always thought it was beautiful and thought it was a shame that it had unfortunately not been worn at a happy wedding. She wanted to re-signify this by wearing it at her wedding, which she was sure would be happy. The ceremony wasn't religious as it usually is, it was more of a symbolic event (it wasn't in a church and there was no actual priest, for example).

Neoptolemus is the product of a college pregnancy and his parents have never dated, but they're on good terms. Custody is shared, but the child is mostly with his father instead of Phyrra. Neoptolemus thinks Cleopatra is really cool. Thetis, Peleus, and Phoenix kind of spoil him.

Both Phyrra and Cleopatra wear glasses. Phyrra's are for reading, Cleopatra is nearsighted.

[evaslytherpuff]

Okay, since you're an Omi girlie, I'm going to ask for 19, 24 and 35 for the 50 OTP Things for Ominis and Vivian! <3

Hi, Becki! How are you? I hope you are doing well!🫂❤️ Thank you for asking about my favorite couple. I’ve been having major writers block and I’ve been dealing with a lot of family issues and loss in my life. It’s been chaotic and honestly, heartbreaking. Answering these questions has really been helping me and inspiring me. It makes me want to write.😍 Thank you for submitting them!🥹🥰

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names?

Vivian definitely does it more than Ominis.🤭 She has so many for him. Love, Darling, Prince, Mon Amour, Chéri, the list goes on. She knows he loves to sleep and take naps whenever he can and she is the only person who can properly wake him up. (That he allows to wake him up.😂) She will whisper all these cute names to him and stroke his hair or back until he wakes up with a smile.

Ominis has a few for his curvy queen.❤️ Darling, My Love, Princess, his Little Serpent. (When she’s in her Animagus form.) He will playfully tease her about her height but secretly, she loves it, especially when he kisses the top of her head. Although she is much shorter than him, she is not a pushover and that is something that Ominis adores about her.

24. Who is the talker/ Who is the listener?

Vivian tends to talk and Ominis is a very good listener. Vivian isn’t really shy and she’s confident with who she is. She’s a French girl with a passion for fashion and loves talking about all her designs with Ominis. He is also her business partner and she will not sell a design without his approval. They make a dynamic and powerful team in the fashion industry. Ominis will also listen when she goes through one of her rants in French and does his best to calm her down.

Vivian listens to Ominis as well. He’s able to be himself with her and she’s always telling him how he can talk to her about anything. She doesn’t judge him or make him feel worse about himself. People are often surprised to discover that Ominis actually has a silly and humorous side. Vivian encourages him to just let go and enjoy life, especially after everything he has been through. He loves to cuddle and play with her cat Willow. Ominis and Vivian bring out the best in one another and even a few students envy their relationship.

35. Who goes overboard on the holidays?

Hands down, it’s Vivian. lol. She will design matching costumes for them, plan to go to a couples baking class for Christmas, have Ominis spend the holiday with her grandmother in a cozy cabin, buy lots of candy for Halloween and feed it to him. Ominis may not enjoy the costumes or large crowds but he loves how happy it makes Vivian and if she’s happy then he is happy. She will reward him for being a good sport as well with lots of steamy sex.🤭 He’s been a good boy in her eyes, he deserves it.😁

I had so much fun answering these! I thank you once again for submitting them, Becki.🥰❤️

[zarenillia]

[The following will NOT contain spoilers for TEVI, but is a lengthy rant with basically no direction. Viewer Discretion Is Advised]

There were issues with TEVI's story, and I fully enjoyed it regardless of them, and the music is really incredible.

But the gameplay. Oh boy the gameplay (somewhat affectionate).

To start with, I like the crafting system. Not only is it pretty good game-wise, but it really helps emphasize that component of Tevi as a character.

I like the orbitars, they have some really good options, and their whatever it is Burst Gauge thing is pretty neat too, although can be a bit confusing to try to switch around to the one you want while you're busy fighting, as it's desire to add more quality detail over Ribbon's ui actually kind of hurts it. In RR, Ribbons attack options are color coded, and while switching them not only does the bar near your health change but there's also a prompt near your character. In TEVI that's still pretty much the case but since they're icons that are color coded to the two orbitars themselves, trying to swap between them without looking near your health bar can be a bit frustrating when you use the wrong one. C1+C3, S1+S3 look functionally alike, though C2 and S2 are a little more distinct in terms of icon of the others of the same type. Granted you'll never really be confused on if you're on S or C (which I was on S for most of the time, holy fucking shit does S1 kick ass).

Supposedly ranged builds are pretty powerful, but I mostly used melee, using charged shots to add damage, as one generally did in RR outside of 0% runs, especially as that seems to be encouraged in TEVI due to the amount of sigils that change attacks at certain combo levels, and combos in general are a mostly melee thing, unless you're using basic shots and then you're probably using mana and depriving yourself of charged shots. But maybe magic sigils fix that problem, again I mostly did melee so I wouldn't know. Maybe I could try doing a magic run, it seems like a game I'd like to play again as I did with RR.

Speaking of which, Cocoa Mode 2.0 with Cocoa 2.0 in Vena. Please. I need this. I loved Cocoa's playstyle. I loved her bombs. I want it back. And I'm sure we'll probably get it back since they're working on DLC.

In terms of character design, while I do miss the very gay all girl cast of RR, I do love TEVI's characters (yes even the men, they're good characters), and I do find it hilarious (and comforting to an extent) that despite the changes in theming and in character aesthetics, TEVI continues RR's tradition of not allowing characters to wear pants. Well, quite a few do, but for the most part everyone is still pants-less. Yet also with significantly more details to off put that so the game also doesn't feel as sexualized as RR does. Like just compare Tevi to Erina. They're both wearing bunny suits and have ears, and yet Tevi has a lot of details that put that off to the point that you might not even realize that's what it's supposed to be, with the belt and pouches, the leg strap, whatever the hell she's doing with like some kind of coat or jacket. The characters also feel a lot more developed in TEVI. I mean RR's cast had character to them, but most of it was based on character tropes and "oh yeah she's hella gay, but for Character D, unlike Character C who's gay for Character B who seems gay for Character F but will probably come around to C eventually." But none of them have character moments like what happens throughout TEVI's story. Which I would love to go on a tangent about, and might on a separate post, but not yet (see: top of post).

Also, voice acting???? I do like it, even though I don't really understand Japanese at all, it does still add tonal indications that really emphasize the energy of not only what people are saying, but also of the character themselves. If a character is feeling really emotional, on the verge of crying, you can feel that in the VA, if they're starting to get annoyed, you can feel that. If they're very currently not taking their job seriously and are basically on a vacation, you can feel that in their energy. Along with the words themselves and the character sprites to go along with it, character dialogue feels so much more advanced than in RR. TEVI's story can be a little dark, and sometimes you can hear the effects the events are happening on the main 3 through their voices. There's times you can hear Tevi's voice cracking with just pure unadulterated rage and anguish, and I love that. You can hear characters falter as they realize the full scope of what was happening just outside of their vision all their lives, all the things they never knew, were never told. And I think the VA work really contributes positively to that, even if you don't listen to the full thing. You can hear it in just the first couple words of each dialogue.

I guess that kinda concludes my rant. Standard recommendation that you should play both TEVI and Rabi-Ribi, and I look forward to the DLC of TEVI and eventually when RR2 comes out. Unless you hate metroidvanias. Then they may not be for you. Ender Lilies and Ender Magnolias (which is still in EA during the posting of this) are also pretty good. Hollow Knight and Cave Story+ too. Also Dust: An Elysian Tail, Lost Ruins, Touhou Luna Nights.

Also BASED ROLEO BASED TRANS RIGHTS LMAO

[daydreamwhumpinc]

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Hey, Hi, Hello, I am Daydreamwhumpinc or just DreamINC. Female (She/Her), 22 yo, AroAce.

Just a little about this blog, so you know what to expect....

Content:

Whump- First and foremost, this is a whump blog. Will reblog (anything that I reblog belongs to the original poster, please go and show them some love- they have much better blogs anyways LOL) and post many whump related screenshots, gifs, lists, writing prompts, and just silly rants. WHUMP IS NOT A KINK, PLEASE REFFER TO WHUMP WIKIPEDIA IF YOU WANT TO KNOW MORE. Also, I prefer male side characters and bromance, so not going to be a lot of female whump here 0_0

Reviews- I'm always on the hunt for more media to consume. So I often get brainrots and have so many things to say about tv series, fanfics, games, movies, kdramas, manhwas, webtoons etc. So I will probably write up some reviews, recommendations, and just general thoughts from time to time.

Fanfics- I will share a fanfic recommendation once in a while. :) Will write some of my own when UNI stops kicking my ass. IF THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR WANTS THE RECOMMENDATION TO BE TAKEN DOWN, IT WILL BE DONE SO IMMEDIATELY!

Fanarts and Writing Prompts- Some fanarts will be posted (ORIGINAL ARTISTS WILL ALWAYS BE CREDITED AND IF NEED BE, THE POST WILL BE DELETED IMMEDIATELY) and will even post some of my own fanart when I am not dead inside (Although I will link my art instagram and tumblr later if anyone is interested :))

[Artwork and Character Design belongs to me. Please do not steal or trace]

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big bang excerpt, as heavily requested in my poll

hi everyone! here's an excerpt from my big bang, which is like 70% done. the basic premise of this fic is that steve gets a thrill out of seeing eddie in his clothes, so he keeps concocting situations so that eddie has to wear an article of clothing of his. Here's an excerpt from the third section:

“Hey, Eddie, isn’t that Steve’s shirt?”

Eddie looks down at the shirt, then at Steve, as if to confirm that what Vickie’s saying is true. Steve has been trying steadfastly to not look at Eddie for their entire quarry hangout, largely unhaunted since the events of 1986 and ready to welcome swimmers. They’re flanked on either side by families and groups of younger teenagers, all out for a day at the lake as if nothing stranger has ever happened in this town. And honestly, maybe for them, nothing has. 

Eddie’s wearing a shirt to protect his skin from the wicked sunburn he got the last time he hung out at Steve’s pool, and well, yeah, it is his shirt. A Duran Duran shirt, because he begrudgingly admitted their deeper cuts were pretty good. Maybe it was swiped by mistake. Steve doesn’t know. He’s surprised it took him this long to notice, actually, but maybe that’s because the shirt looks so natural on Eddie already, like it was his all along.

“Robbie, look at his shirt,” Vickie says, like Steve’s not even here. “Isn’t that Steve’s?”

Steve’s head twists in Vickie’s direction. He knows he needs to control himself – what with the looks that Eddie has been shooting in his direction, like, maybe be a little more supportive, dipshit? And when Eddie’s giving you that advice, you know you’re being a dick. He’s trying, okay? She’s nice. She’s nice, Robin, pinky promise. It’s just that although Robin and Vickie have been dating for about a year, most of it has been out of Steve’s line of sight, so he’s finding little things to be annoyed by as if they’re fresh. Like this whole “Robbie” business. That’s his nickname for her. Even Eddie knows that, steering around it entirely by calling her Robert. And how would Vickie know that Steve likes Duran Duran? Do they talk about him behind his back? What does Robin say about him? Not that he cares all that much, just in the way that anyone would want to know what’s being said about you. Not that he would know, anyway – she’s hardly ever home anymore to say anything to him. 

“Pretty sure,” Robin says, just to annoy him. She winks at him, because he knows that she knows it’s his.

“How do you know what my clothes look like?” Steve says. Vickie can’t possibly. He knows he’s just trying to catch her in a lie.

“I mean, I just figured,” Vickie says easily, smiling, like they’re sharing some kind of joke, which they most certainly aren’t. “Robbie wouldn’t wear something like that and you like Duran Duran. So it’s the only logical conclusion.”

Steve doesn’t know a whole lot about space, has zoned out during pretty much every single one of Dustin’s rants about what the Hubble is doing, but he does know about black holes. The concept of them is fascinating, this all consuming force that takes in everything around it just by virtue of existing. Steve isn’t so dramatic to think that he himself is a black hole, but sometimes he wonders if his jealousy qualifies as something quite so powerful. If the jealousy caused by Robin choosing someone else over him, even though he doesn’t really see her like that anymore, could suck in everything around it. If the anger at how Vickie’s been subtly distancing herself from Robin all day could obliterate everything here. If his fear of Eddie regarding anyone else but him with fondness could pulverize galaxies. If, after all that, it would be a tranquil nothing, and he’d be alone like he probably should be.

“Victor, it would seem that it is Steve’s shirt,” Eddie says, startling Steve out of his little spiral. He’s using that affected voice he sometimes puts on to ease tension, a noble duke by design if not by lineage. God, Steve really must be making things so goddamn tense right now. “I think it looks better on me, personally. What do you think, Steve-O?”

All three of them are looking at Steve now. He wishes they weren’t, wishes he could just walk off and dive into the water to avoid their line of questioning. But he’s already made a big show of not swimming today, not wanting to sit in dampness when he drives Eddie back to his place, so he can’t go back on it now. How does he respond to that? He could go on the offensive, say that he himself looks way better in it, but something feels tryhard about that, in poor taste considering the rapport that he and Eddie have been building as of late. But he’s reluctant to go too far in the other direction, lest he make Eddie uncomfortable, like being too complimentary sometimes makes him. He has to be careful. He has to do this right.

“Looks better on you,” Steve decides, because it does, plain and simple. He shrugs to add in that extra hint of nonchalance, to make sure that Eddie knows that he’s not being too gooey or sincere. Can’t have that.

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For the character ask! Fearne please: 5, 7, and 12~ :3

Fearne my beloved :3 (I go a little bonkers)

What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Depends. I often think of the song Envy Green by the Arcadian Wild because of an Imogearne animatic I want to do in the future, and I also think of Lara Lynn’s cover of Wolf Like Me cover which was on Fearne’s playlist (Ashley Johnson is a genius).

Lately, I’ve been thinking of the song Passerine by the Oh Hellos, mainly because it’s a song I put in my Cyberpunk AU playlist specifically for her.

Honestly I have a lot of songs I think about, but those are the main 3.

What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

The art is spectacular! I don’t see her a lot in fics and I don’t see any takes on her either (Which I’m happy about because I’ve read bad takes on the other witches and I’m glad I haven’t seen that for Fearne), but THE ART!! It’s so pretty! As a design, Fearne can be interpreted in so many ways! And all are so good!

Fearne with square goat pupils, Fearne with different types of horns, Fearne with a goat beard, Fearne with a giant fluffy dress, Fearne in a not so fluffy dress, Fearne with a goat nose, Fearne with a human nose, Fearne with long ears, Fearne with face patterns, the list goes on and on and I LOVE IT!

I obviously have my own preferences for my particular Fearne design, but I love that she is a character that can be interpreted in any way imaginable!

What's a headcanon you have for this character? (I know this says ‘A’ meaning one, but I’m gonna do what I want!)

I surprisingly don’t have a lot of head canons for Fearne, but I’ll give the small ones I have.

I imagine she is ambidextrous, either just in general or through practice. Gotta be able to use both hands when you’re stealing things.

She has fangs and a little tooth gap. The gap is just a fun little design choice I came up with and the fangs are something I think fits her Druidic nature. The fangs are different from Laudna having sharp teeth since for her they’re just sharper while for Fearne it’s because of the natural animalistic magic she has. (And yes, I also head canon that Keyleth has fangs too, although Fearne’s are much more animal-like)

My main head canon though is that Fearne has blue blood. Technically this was disproven when Matt Mercer described her blood being crimson when she was killed by Otohan, but I still hold sapphire blood Fearne close to my heart! (I could go on a rant about the exact reasons I head canon this, but that would probably be a different post)

I obviously have others, but I think 3 is enough for this post (If someone else asks me this I’ll add some others).