#and they talk like Animal Crossing characters

[kxsagi]

heyyy it’s 01/05 so i wanted to request a blue lock fic with the characters finding readers jealousy adorable? with isagi, sae, rin, nagi, and others? ty!

“𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦? 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐥”

a/n: if my man giggles at another girl’s jokes, i’m pushing him down the stairs

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, kaiser michael, ness alexis, shidou ryusei

isagi yoichi

he’s so confused at first. like, genuinely puzzled when you glare at a waitress who calls him handsome. 

“love… you know you’re the only one who calls me that, right?” he says as if it’s a codename. 

once he realizes you're jealous, he gets all flustered and smiley. 

you pout? he melts. you roll your eyes? he giggles. you cross your arms? he starts poking your cheeks to make you laugh. 

“you’re jealous? of her? love, she doesn’t even know me like you do. you’ve seen me ugly cry after missing a penalty. she could never.” 

kisses your temple 400 times until you stop being fake mad. 

itoshi sae

you try to be subtle. keyword: try. 

but he catches it instantly. 

“you’re staring like you want to fight her.” 

cue your smug little shrug like ‘maybe i do.’ 

he leans down real close, eyes lidded and smug. “you know i only like one girl enough to deal with her attitude 24/7. and she’s standing right here.” 

he acts like he’s unbothered but the moment you look away, he has this soft little smile like yeah... my girl’s possessive. hot. 

next time someone flirts with him, he wraps an arm around your waist just to watch you smirk like that’s right, mine. 

itoshi rin

oh, he’s obsessed with it. 

you’re fuming and he’s just standing there trying not to grin. 

“you’re mad?” 

you: “why was she touching your arm?” 

him: “i mean. i do have really nice arms.” 

bastard. 

he fully uses it as an excuse to tease you. every time you get possessive, he’ll lean into your neck and mumble, “mine,” just to make you say it back. 

but if someone gets too bold, he’s not smiling anymore. one cold stare and they’re gone. 

then he turns to you like, “happy now?” 

(you are. you’re very happy.) 

nagi seishiro

thinks it’s lowkey funny that you’re huffing over something so “small.” 

“you jealous again? that’s kinda cute.” 

deadpan, lazy grin, but he scoots closer anyway. 

he starts being annoying about it. uses it as a way to get your attention. 

“someone looked at me today. you gonna kiss me or fight them?” 

but he actually gets really clingy when you’re jealous. like he’ll throw his arm over your shoulder in front of people and go, “mine,” like a sleepy toddler claiming a toy. 

and he always looks smug when you glare at someone. like, that’s his girl. look at her go. 

kaiser michael

oh. he lives for it. 

“you’re jealous? that’s so sexy of you.” 

literally eggs it on just to see you snap a little. 

“schatz, should i give her my number? you look like you’re gonna push me down the stairs.” 

he’s not going to. he just wants to see that sparkle in your eyes when you’re about to fight someone. 

kisses you all over when you get feisty. “you care about me soooo much. it’s adorable.” 

and he starts getting even more possessive back. if you get jealous, he’s clinging. arm around your waist, hand in your back pocket, whispering “mine” in your ear with that cocky smirk. 

ness alexis

ness is clingy by default. but the second you get possessive? he goes full anime blushy mode. 

someone complimented his eyes and called him “soft boy material.” 

you didn’t like that. at all. 

you pulled him away mid-conversation like “he doesn’t talk to strangers, sorry.” 

he was literally glowing. “oh my gosh. that was soooo hot.” 

“i was serious.” 

“even hotter.” 

he starts fluttering his lashes like a cartoon schoolgirl. 

“are you gonna fight someone for me? steal me away? ruin their credit score?” 

you make one vaguely aggressive comment and he’s spinning in the air like a ballerina. 

sometimes he acts extra petty just to provoke people so you’ll act mean and protective. 

it backfires. you punish him by ignoring him for two hours. 

he cries into kaiser’s shoulder and kaiser tells him to “be normal.” 

he never learns. 

shidou ryusei

oh. oh he’s INSANE about it. 

“awww, you wanna bite someone? that’s so hot.” 

he deadass starts wagging his metaphorical tail when you get mad. 

“do it. scratch their eyes out. c’mon. you’d look so sexy in mugshots.” 

you: “i am one inch from strangling you.” 

him: “kinky.” 

he loves it so much, he starts acting even more scandalous. 

“you’re mine,” you snap. 

he groans like you just proposed. “say that again but with a little more ‘i’ll ruin your life’ energy.” 

he posts selfies with you captioned “don’t touch or i’ll bite” with a smiley face. 

you hate it. he lives for it. 

“you really like when i get crazy,” you mutter. 

“baby, i like it when you get homicidal. you’re so hot when you threaten violence.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[brownsugarcoffy]

Soul & Sanguine (2)

Summary

1976. Chicago.

Jackie Dubois, a confident and ambitious woman from a small town in North Carolina, has come to the city with big dreams of making a name for herself. But her reality is far from the glamorous Hollywood life she imagined. She’s stuck working as a waitress at The Pharaoh’s Den, an exclusive nightclub with an electric vibe and a dark undercurrent. The club’s owner, Elias's "Stacks" Moore, is every bit the enigma—smooth-talking, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. On the outside, he’s just another businessman, but behind the scenes? He’s a vampire who rules a world of blood, power, and temptation.

As Jackie gets drawn deeper into the tantalizing and dangerous world of the club, she starts to realize there’s far more at play than she ever imagined. Stacks sees something in her—something he’s willing to help her cultivate, but at a cost. He offers her a deal: the chance to rise to the stardom she’s always dreamed of, but accepting it means stepping into a world of darkness, immortality, and secrets she isn’t prepared for.

Characters: Jackie Dubois (OC) x Stacks" Elias" Moore (Vampire/ 70's gangster)

Warning: Blood, Vulgar Language, Violence, N-word, Sexual content & more...

Chapters: PART (1)

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Stacks had been watching her all night.

From his corner table, dimly lit and wrapped in shadows, he sipped slow on his dark liquor while his eyes followed Jackie’s every move. The way she glided between tables, not once looking in his direction, not even acknowledging his presence—it didn’t sit right with him. He wasn’t used to being ignored, especially not by women like her.

But what intrigued him most was the way she carried herself. The curve of her hips when she turned. The natural sway of her waist, that figure she didn’t seem to flaunt���but couldn’t hide. She didn’t flirt, didn’t linger at tables. She was beautiful, yes, but there was something harder beneath the surface. Something dangerous.

Her afro was perfectly shaped, round and soft like a halo of rebellion. She looked like she stepped out of a dream and walked straight into his club with fire under her skin and no patience for nonsense.

She'd switched tables earlier, clearly avoiding his section. He caught it immediately. She thought she was being slick. But Stacks had been in this game too long to miss something that obvious. He didn’t like it. Not one bit. Still, he let it slide. For now. Because it was clear—she didn’t know who he was.

But then, something shifted.

From his seat, he saw her approach the bar and lean in close to one of his best dancers—Marietta. They spoke quietly, Jackie looking animated and frustrated, her hands moving as she explained something. Stacks tilted his head slightly, curiosity piqued.

Marietta’s face changed the moment Jackie nodded toward the back table. Her eyes went wide with a kind of horror he was used to inspiring. Then she looked—right at him.

Stacks grinned.

That grin alone was enough to make Marietta grab Jackie by the wrist and pull her with her like a storm warning just hit. She rushed her cousin through the bar, past the velvet curtains, and into the safety of the dressing room.

Inside, the room buzzed with the low hum of music and muffled conversations. Perfume lingered heavily in the air, mixing with hairspray and warm makeup lights.

Jackie yanked her arm free the second the door shut behind them.

“Girl, what the hell? You almost snatched my shoulder out of place.”

Marietta leaned against the door like she was trying to keep something out. Her breathing was quick, eyes wide with disbelief.

“You don’t know who that was, do you?”

Jackie rolled her eyes and  shrugged. “Some slick-talking fool sittin’ in the back with a grill full of gold and too much cologne. Why?””

“The man at the back table,” Marietta said. “Is NOT some regular nigga off the street.”

Jackie crossed her arms. “He was actin’ like some regular nigga off the street.”

“No, baby,” Marietta said, voice tight. “That’s Stacks. As in Stacks. The man that runs this whole damn club. All of it.”

Jackie frowned. “I thought the owner was some guy named Reggie?”

Marietta shook her head, stepping closer. “Reggie ain’t nothin’ but a name on the liquor license. Baby that’s nothing, but the cover up. Stacks is the real boss. The streets, the money, the girls—everything in here runs through him.”

Jackie’s stomach dropped. She turned away, running a hand across her forehead. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” Marietta said. “And he been watchin’ you like you the last shot of whiskey on the shelf.”

Jackie swallowed. Everything clicked now—the intensity in his stare, the way he didn’t press when she skipped his table, the dangerous grin when their eyes locked. He let it slide because he was studying her. Testing her.

“I don’t care who he is,” Jackie muttered. “Him and his crew disrespected me like I’m some hoe.”

Marietta nervously sighed. “And he probably liked that you didn’t fall in line. That’s the part that worries me.”

“He doesn’t even know my name,” Jackie stated.

“Not yet, but trust me he will. Just take my advice and try not to bring much attention to yourself. If he asks you to get him or his crew a drink just, does it and don’t let the smart mouth get you in trouble. Do not converse with him!” Marietta warned her cousin as she began to get ready for her next performance of the night. Something about Marietta tone told Jackie that there was something more that she wasn’t saying.

Somewhere beyond the walls, deep inside the bones of the club, Stacks leaned back in his leather chair with a slow, deliberate grace. A grin played at the corner of his mouth like a loaded secret; his fingers coiled around a crystal glass filled with aged bourbon. The low pulse of bass from the dance floor below throbbed through the walls like a second heartbeat.

He’d found something he wanted—and Stacks never walked away empty-handed.

He hadn’t had a new plaything in months. The fresh meat with the perfectly shaped afro and eyes full of fire just had to be the one to challenge him. The way she carried herself, proud and distant, her curves wrapped tight in that little black uniform—it stirred something primal in him. Something old. Something hungry.

Stacks had been watching her all night from his usual corner table, hidden beneath the low light and cigarette smoke, eyes locked on the sway of her hips as she floated between tables like she owned the damn floor. She didn’t know who he was yet. That made it even sweeter.

When he saw her talking to Marietta by the bar, something tightened behind his ribs. The dancer’s body language was stiff. Tense. She was getting ready to warn the girl. He could read it in the way she leaned close and whispered, her wide eyes betraying more than she realized. Stacks didn’t even need to hear the words.

He read them.

The curse of immortality came with many gifts—some a burden, some a thrill. Reading minds was the one that never stopped tasting sweet.

Marietta had seen him once before for what he truly was—back when her sorry excuse of a boyfriend, Timothy, had stolen from him. Stacks remembered the blood. The betrayal. The taste of fear in Marietta’s mouth when he killed Timothy right there in her apartment.

He’d spared her, not out of mercy, but strategy.

Now, she was his star dancer. A silent witness. A living secret.

Stacks set his glass down and waved a waitress over with two fingers, his accent thick and sweet like syrup over hot cornbread.

“Go find Reggie, sugar. Tell him I need a word ‘bout the new girl—fro and fire. The one talkin’ to Marietta.” He stopped the waitress that had walked past him.

Not ten minutes later, Reggie stepped inside the office, wiping his hands on a towel, looking slightly winded.

���She’s Marietta’s cousin,” Reggie explained, folding his arms. “Jackie. From North Carolina. I hired her last week. Needed the help, and Marietta vouched for her.”

Stacks’ grin widened. ���Well now… that’s real interestin’.”

He leaned forward slowly, resting his elbows on the desk. “Means I already got one hand around her without even touchin’ her.”

“You want me to send her up?” Reggie asked.

Stacks paused, lips twitching. “Nah. Send Marietta instead. Got a few words I wanna lay down first.”

A few minutes later, Marietta stepped into the room. The air in the office thickened.

Stacks didn’t rise. Just watched her with eyes too still, too ancient.

“You wanted to see me?” Marietta asked, arms crossed tight over her chest.

He motioned to the chair in front of his desk. “Sit a spell.”

“I’d rather stand.”

He smirked. “Suit yourself.”

Stacks stood then, slow and smooth, like shadow stretching at dusk. He walked around the desk, his steps silent on the hardwood floor, his presence swallowing all the light in the room.

“I got my eye on your cousin,” he said finally. “I want you to hook me up. Bring her to the party at my penthouse tomorrow.”

“No,” Marietta said instantly, her voice sharp.

Stacks clicked his tongue. “Didn’t ask for no debate, baby. I’m tellin’ you.”

“She’s not like that,” Marietta snapped. “She’s just here to work.”

He chuckled low in his throat and stepped closer. “Ain’t that always the story? Just here to work… til they see what I can give them.”

“She’s not for you,” she said again, this time quieter.

Stacks’ voice dropped to a purr. “You forgettin’ Timothy already?”

That stopped her cold. Her spine went rigid. The name hit like ice water.

“I remember,” she whispered.

“You was standin’ right there,” he said, stepping behind her. “Pink robe. Barefoot. I let you live. Made you a star.”

Marietta’s fists clenched.

“You said if I didn’t talk, I could keep my life.”

Stacks leaned down, his mouth inches from her ear. “And you still breathin’, ain’t ya?”

She turned to face him. “What do you even want with her?”

His eyes darkened, black as ink. “She’s got somethin’. I don’t know what yet… but I want it.”

“I won’t do it,” Marietta whispered. “I won’t help you pull her in.”

Stacks gave a soft laugh and pulled away, his voice now calm, almost amused.

“You will. Or I’ll come get her myself. Ain’t a wall thick enough to keep me out when I need somethin’.”

He turned his back on her and reached for his bourbon again.

“You got ‘til tomorrow.”

Marietta stood frozen for a moment, then slipped out the door like a ghost, leaving the devil in silk shoes behind—smiling, sipping, and plotting.

The door clicked shut behind Marietta, but the echo of her heartbeat still danced through the room like fading jazz.

Stacks stood motionless for a moment, fingers brushing the rim of his glass. The bourbon inside had gone still, but inside him, a storm churned.

He closed his eyes.

The old blood in his veins whispered like smoke winding through ruins—ageless, restless. He’d tasted nearly everything in this city at one point or another. Chicago had bled for him over and over since the 1920s—gangsters, flappers, crooked bootleggers, blues singers with broken hearts. The faces changed, the sins stayed the same.

But that girl.

That girl with the soft Carolina drawl and the untamed afro like a crown of black silk…

She had something different in her.

Stacks didn’t know what it was yet, but he felt it humming beneath her skin—like electricity in the bones. Her anger. Her pride. Her heat. She reminded him of something he couldn’t quite place—something he’d forgotten before jazz was even born.

And that made her dangerous.

He wasn’t used to not knowing.

He moved back to the window and stared out across the club floor. From this high, the dancers looked like ants in glitter, grinding for rent and validation. But he didn’t see them. Not really.

His mind was wrapped around her.

Stacks tilted his head, letting the night wrap around him like an old coat.

“Jackie,” he whispered, finally tasting her name in his mouth. It slid off his tongue like a psalm and a threat all in one.

It wasn’t just lust.

It was need.

She had woken up something in him.

The blood-hunger he kept so tightly caged stirred every time she walked past his table, oblivious to the predator watching her from the shadows. He didn’t just want her body—he wanted her mind. Her fear. Her devotion. He wanted to peel her open slowly and see what she was hiding behind those guarded eyes and snappy mouth.

Why’d she come here? What was she running from in North Carolina?

He’d find out.

He always did.

And when he finally broke her wide open—when she called out his name in that sweet southern tongue—she’d either belong to him completely… or she’d burn trying to resist.

“Mm,” he exhaled, his accent thickening like the fog rolling off the Mississippi. “Lord help that girl. She don’t know what door she done walked through.”

Stacks drained the last of his drink and licked the inside of the glass. The night was young, but his patience was older than sin.

And tomorrow?

Tomorrow, Jackie and him will stand face to face.

And that would be the beginning of the end.

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[blackcatanna]

Very obscure reference but this wine has Gunthy from Techno Banter (as yet unreleased indie club bouncer game by Dexai Arts) energy!

[seagull-scribbles]

An enchanting neighbourhood

[beebfreeb]

Wait I just found drawings of Resetti I did like, last year, and never posted because I got horribly sick for 2 weeks.

[wishyoudwell]

its so very endearing to see the boys act childish and playful…acting their age, they’re just teens! (and well, i guess no one knows fours age-)

[waspgrave]

The people who are like ‘well personally I’M glad there’s no oppression or racism at all in veilguard’ fascinate me. It must be so interesting to crave content only appropriate for Disney channel when you’re an adult

[momentomori24]

Just thinking about Wolfgang representing a sheep, but could also be representing a lamb because he's the first to die. The lamb, on top being representative of Jesus Christ, symbolises purity and innocence. Wolfgang will be the only person in the group who has no blood of any kind on his hands as a result of the killing game. He never got to kill anyone nor was he be forced to condemn someone else to death in the class trials to survive, and now he never will. By virtue of dying first, he remains the most spotless and untainted student of them all.

[stllmnstr]

just watched en- drama for the first time why am I kind of gagged

[gamebunny-advance]

Random Question Time

[zippityzap]

Yeah so the localisation of the Professor Layton is fucking wild

[skunkes]

i need more AC and Magicians Quest life sim "clones" in the way of like

I don't need realistic graphics!!! Just a simple cute player character and lots and lots of clothes (easier to put on simple characters!) and furniture...and I also think life sims with dating Now are kinda polarizing wrt art styles and (lack of) diversity which is why I do actually wish u cld date in AC and such (well not anymore since the franchise has gotten a bit sour to me)...

this isn't even just me "being a furry" since a lot of characters in magician's quest are like. living objects. i was dating a TV when I last played 😭 but ykwim...it's less about being a furry or w/e and more it's much easier to project traits onto "Universal" cute designs and silhouettes than hoping that 1. the art style for the human characters is pleasing to you 2. hoping there's a character that's your type 2a. picking between potentially samefaced characters 3. why's there always just one non white person 4. where are all the fat and old people 5. -

[strewbi]

With my eyes and ears I saw her in person. they could never in my life IN MY LIFE MAKE ME HATE MEGAN THEE STALLION

[alter-koker]

is flick from animal crossing nh dating cj the little beaver guy?? i feel like it is being strongly implied

[razzafrazzle]

prob only the first draft but!! mrs. shrunk.

[image description: a reference image of an animal crossing original character named cas. cas is a yellow axolotl woman with pink eyes, glasses, sideswept hair, and a mole underneath her lip. she's wearing a large red and pink sweater with a with button-up underneath and a long black skirt. next to the main drawing are doodles of her with her gills tied into a ponytail without her glasses and her with dr. shrunk. end id]

[snowytiger]

just made another self insert for a fandom i barely know anything about and might do self-shipping with their characters....feeling cringe (but also really good)