#anyway mmmmmm nature

[yumchillidogz]

Sonic and nature. Im projecting

[cinderellakinnie]

i dont think i can let any of my irl friends watch rent 2005 bc i worry itll become painfully that i have on multiple occasions tried (and failed) to have rogers hair

[k-hotchoisan]

mmmmmm been thinkin abt photographer!san right nd he is know for his boudoir photography but his latest client’s got him in a chokehold like god how is she so fuckin sexy nd he can’t focus at all bc fuck all he wants to do is fuck her senseless— HELP

Your wish is my command Angel! Thank you for being patient 😘

As always, enjoy 🩷

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<Choi san x fem!reader>

Synopsis: encouraged by your friend, you give boudoir photography a try after recovering from a break up, you find yourself doing more than just be a model.

Genres/warnings: smut, boudoir photographer!San x model!reader, sexual tension, unprotected sex, cream pies, mention of oral

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies

“Boudoir photography?” You reiterate. Your friend nods.

“A friend of a friend of a friend tried it recently and apparently she’s been full of confidence. Her boyfriend adores it too!” Your friend squeals.

You scrunch your eyebrows, wondering how semi-nude photos taken by a professional photographer in this niche would boost one’s confidence.

Your friend’s eyes dart to you again, and then your phone pings. You look at the link your friend sent you. It’s a referral code for a promotion. You turn to her, gaze still dripping with skepticism.

“Come on, just try it. You’re a lovely person and you deserve to see it for yourself! Boudoir photography might really help at not being constantly self critical.”

You weren’t an entirely insecure person, and you were sure of that. It’s just that, after the rough break up with your ex, and seeing them move on instantly (like two fuckin weeks) with a new partner, undoubtedly was a gut punch to your self esteem, while you were still stuck grieving over the lost relationship and wasted time.

You’ve heard of boudoir photography, but you’ve never actually understood the concept of it, considering that it was niche, and that you don’t really know the point of it. You glance down at the referral link before deciding to just fuck it and sign up.

San is working overtime again, meticulously editing and touching up the photos. It’s become a natural part of him to almost be a perfectionist, whether when on the ground taking photos of the model or the post editing process. But he never loses the sight of letting the women shine naturally through their photos. After all, in such a niche market, they picked him. Definitely, he has his mix of male boudoir models, but the women evidently take up a higher ratio. He understands that one of the most important aspects of boudoir photography is trust and comfort with his models, which has them coming back for more sessions, sometimes even with their partners.

Setting up his own business in such a niche market was difficult of course, and he’s grateful that he’s managed to make a name for himself. But sometimes he’s grateful that his good looks are an added bonus to drawing in his clients.

His email pings and it makes him pause his work. Maybe he should finish it tomorrow. San glances at the fresh email that sits in his inbox.

An appointment via referral.

He opens it, and looks through the client’s information. At the bottom box for comments, sits a short question.

[Just wondering, what should I expect for my appointment? Is there anything I should prepare?]

He takes a moment before he drafts a reply.

[Hey there! Nice to meet you. I’m Choi San, boudoir photographer of Woodie’s Studios. First of all, thank you for choosing our studio for your boudoir experience!

Regarding your question, come in with an open mind. For what to wear, you may bring a set of clothes/lingerie of whatever you feel confident in.

I don’t bite, I promise!]

He reads the reply a second time before he hits send. It’s not as if it’s the first time he’s gotten questions like these anyway. His train of concentration is broken, so he decides to call it a night.

You reach the opaque door of a clean-looking studio apartment. The sign has San’s studio name and logo imprinted on it, so you’re sure that you are at the right location.

You press the door bell and it chimes a lovely tune. There is a quiet pause, before the door handle clicks and the door itself pulls back. Before you stood a really, no, an insanely good looking, tall male. His glasses rest loosely on the bridge of his nose as his small eyes meet yours. His brunette hair is slightly messy. He wears an expression of confusion at first, but it turns into something unreadable. You think for a spilt second that he may have gotten the wrong client, but your rationale reminds you that you did send him photos of yourself so he’s able to recognise you. You blink once, then twice because you were starting to get lost at how handsome your photographer was.

“Choi San..?” you say, with a small tilt of your head.

Then it’s his turn to blink, and he snaps out of that small trance he seemed to be caught in for a few seconds. Then a smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he greets you.

“Hey! Y/n right? Sorry, was tryna recognise you. I promise I don’t usually take that long to process”, he chuckles, pulling the door wider as he ushers you in, reminding you to switch out your shoes for the apartment slippers.

The hallway San brings you down is brightly lit and spilt into a couple of sections which you assumed one of them would be the photo studio itself. A couple of posters of pin up girls hang on the walls, all of them beautiful and stunning.

He then stops at a glass door and pushes it, to what you assumed to be his office.

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get you a cup of tea. Any preferences?”, he gestures. You shake your head as you let yourself sink into the velvet couch, gingerly leaving your bag of clothing beside you. San gives a polite nod and excuses himself to the pantry.

And the moment the door shuts behind him, he tears his glasses off the bridge of his nose and hooks the branch onto his collar.

His hand is placed over his heart.

San has photographed many different women over the course of his career, some breathtakingly beautiful. But none has ever made his heart skip a beat and caused his words to be stuck at the back of his throat, not like you did. He doesn’t know what has gotten into him. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how you looked like—the pictures you sent served that purpose. Maybe it was the fact that he never expected you to look like that in real life, and for once, he almost doesn’t know how to react. His thoughts are all over the place as he paces into the pantry to prepare your tea. As he’s dipping the tea bag into the piping hot water, he begins feeling self conscious—was his hair too shrivelled? Did he smell bad? Was there something on his face? He tightens his grip on the mug and hastily makes his way back to his office.

San returns, with a smile on his face as he settles the cup onto the coffee table before you, and he joins you, seated on a velvet armchair across you.

“Take your time”, he reassures. “We can start after this, if you’re feeling comfortable, or we can just talk a little to ease your nerves.” It doesn’t take you much to think—you opt for the latter of course.

San laughs and nods. “I get that a lot, especially from first time female clients. It’s valid of course, having a male being your photographer for boudoir can sound off-putting. Perhaps looking at my portfolio might put you slightly at ease?” He reaches out for a large and thick leather-bound photo album. You let it rest on your lap as you receive it with a soft “thank you”, and flip the album open, and you’re instantly awestruck—San’s work spoke for himself. The models were diverse, both in nationalities and body shapes, all equally stunning and sensual in their own expressive ways. The only common denominator was the glint of genuine emotion and confidence reflected in their eyes.

You wonder to yourself—could you look and feel as confident as them? As you skim through the pictures, you feel yourself falling in love with the models as well—their genuine smiles when they do and the gazes they give.

When San catches himself staring at you being absorbed in admiring his portfolios, he feels his cheeks flush and he looks down, wondering what you think of it all.

“I see why you have so many clients. The pictures are gorgeous”, you say, shutting the photo album and handing it back to him. San flashes a sheepish smile and mutters a “thank you” loud enough for you to hear. The silence in the room remains a for awhile as you sip the tea, letting it calm your nerves. You don’t even know it but the person with actual jittery nerves was San himself, a feeling that he never expected to feel since the last time he did was when he started out this business three years ago.

“So… what’s the goal of being a boudoir model, if you don’t mind me asking? Like was it a long time thing you wanted to try or was it something spontaneous?” He asks to break the silence.

“I broke up with my ex recently”, you respond curtly, before taking another sip of the tea. Damn, this is some good ass tea. San blinks at your reply, unsure of what to make out of the bluntness. Before he attempts to reply, you continue, “and my friend sent me a referral to your studio, and I thought to myself, why not? I want to feel confident in my own skin. Also, I think it’s an interesting way of self exploration.” Your gaze meets his, and it’s his turn to look awestruck. You try to ignore the flutter in your chest when he laughs softly, when his smile reaches his eyes. It’s the way that he’s confident of his craft, and it’s making you warm up to him even more.

Your fingertips tap on the mug softly. Your gaze lands on the photobook once more.

“Does taking such risqué pictures affect you when you first started out?” You ask before taking another sip. San ponders about the question for awhile. He has people asking him that before, but for some reason, he wants to be slightly more transparent with you.

“I don’t see about my clients in a sexual way, even if they physically look appealing to me. In the end, self confidence and comfort always comes first, and I think that’s what I enjoy seeing in my clients when they become more comfortable in their own skin. People don’t understand how difficult it is to fully love yourself”, he replies.

That’s when you understand why San’s photography studio had so many recurring clients.

“Why boudoir? I think sensuality and intimacy is a form of art. It’s beautiful—watching people discover parts of themselves they never knew existed and falling in love. You don’t have to be conventionally attractive to be a boudoir model.

The money’s good, of course, but the satisfaction of watching my clients giving me feedback of them realising they deserve to love themselves more, or discovering other sides of themselves is nothing short of rewarding.”

By the time he’s done explaining, you feel a rush of confidence in yourself. It’s only been about ten minutes since the both of you just sat and talked, but you see that he definitely prioritises your comfort before he even begins the sessions. You ball your fingers into a fist, meeting San’s gaze with determination, telling him, “I think I’m ready.”

San’s eyes brighten up. “Great! You can use the bathroom to the left, and I’ll meet you at the photo studio just opposite the office.” He stands up, opening the door for you, and you bow slightly in courtesy as you head to the washroom to change. San’s heart beats faster, wondering what you’re gonna wear for the shoot.

San is fixing the sheets of the bed, then the studio lights at the perfect angle he wants it to be. His heart is still racing as he walks over to the tripod, glancing over at the door from time to time, awaiting for your arrival.

He perks up when he sees you walk in with a bathrobe on and he greets you cheerfully again, trying to hide his excitement.

You wave back with a smile, letting the environment of the photo studio sink in. The basic package for first timers consisted of a bed shoot, so it’s no surprise you see a bed in the middle of the room, covered in white. The bed looks comfy and you giggle to yourself, wondering if you’d end up falling asleep mid-shoot from how nice the bed looks.

“Anytime you’re ready”, San reminds you, carrying the tripod in one hand, his biceps flexing as he does, and it makes you blush slightly, which was ridiculous. Why are you swooning over your handsome photographer carrying the tripod with one arm? Suddenly you’re self conscious again, your fingers clutching against the black bathrobe. It was frustrating that you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was making you nervous, but you weren’t about to back out.

San continues to adjust his camera on the tripod, and his gaze absentmindedly shifts towards you, and his breath gets stuck in his throat, watching you undress from the bathrobe, revealing a white button up over black lace lingerie. It’s not anything new, but for some reason he can’t seem to tear his eyes off you—the way the panties hugs your hips and the bra cups your breasts, the garter belt hugging your waist and the straps hanging past your panties. He watches you climb onto the bed, eyes shutting briefly as you sink into the mattress with a soft smile.

He’s not confident that he’s able to last through the shoot, not when you’re looking like that.

“Is it too cold here?” San asks, trying to divert his attention from his perverse thoughts. You pop up from the sheets, the collars of the shirt slipping past your shoulders, obviously too big for you. That does nothing to help him with his thoughts.

“No, I think the temperature’s okay. Shall we get started?” You ask, buttoning up your shirt, the white material pathetically sheer that San is able to see the black bra peeking through.

The sight of you in an oversized shirt on, with no pants, just your underwear on is like a meal for San’s eyes. He hides behind the camera to hide his flushing cheeks, only to face your body through the viewfinder, watching you preparing to pose as you position yourself at the end of the bed, turning your body slightly to the side with one leg up, your thighs in full view, with the sleeves of the shirt covering most of your fingers, and your gaze right into the camera lens.

San takes a deep breath. Forty five minutes. He can do this.

“Sure. Ready whenever you are, y/n.”

It turns out to be a very agonising forty five minutes. While the both of you were cracking jokes during the shoot, San finds himself getting more distracted when you gradually remove your shirt, and when your poses grow ever more risqué—at one point you remove your bra and fit your shirt over again, which definitely made San grow very restless when he’s unable to tear his eyes away from your bare chest.

Midway through the shoot, all that swarms his mind is wondering how your body would feel against his, how your bare skin would feel under his hands, what kind of faces you would make when you’re under him.

What kind of noises you would make for him when he fits his cock right into you. He wants to fuck you so hard that your mind goes blank—so good that you’ll never remember your ex.

San blinks, his finger still on the shutter button. He doesn’t know what washed over him, but what he does know is the taut feeling in his pants, and he internally heaves a sigh of relief that he decided to wear cargo pants. Nonetheless, he hopes that it isn’t obvious. Well, it shouldn’t be, as long as you don’t ask for close up shots.

“San! Could you come closer for my close ups?” You call out, letting the collar of your shirt fall off your shoulder once more, revealing your bare shoulders, and reminding him that you were still braless underneath the loose clothing article.

Fuck.

San forces a smile, unlatching his camera and trying to walk normally without letting his erection steal your attention.

He reaches to where you are, reminding himself to stay professional, but when he meets your playful gaze, all he wants to do is pin you down. Your eyes twinkle with allure as you prepare your next pose. You get it now—the confidence that slowly trickles into you after every photo taken. You’ve never realised that you had this side of yourself, not until now, and you love it.

The close up shots only spell another layer of doom for San—he adores the budding confidence that you exude, but it makes it even harder for him to hold back, watching you make sultry expressions and poses close up. Through the viewfinder, his eyes try to focus on taking the photo but he finds himself being entranced by your stare. He counts down, then taking a few shots, not missing the growing smile you had.

San puts his camera away, reaching forward to your face to remove a stray hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear, and his touch is warm on your face. It’s then you realise how physically close San is to you—you smell his cologne and it leaves your mind blank for a spilt second. He’s absorbed in fixing your hair, combing the strays off your face, the sound of his quiet breathing the only thing you hear. You look away, wondering if your heartbeat is loud enough for him to hear, and you hope it isn’t. San gives you a soft smile when his eyes finally meet yours.

He pulls back, preparing to take his camera for the next shot, but his leg gets tangled in the sheets.

Everything happens in a spilt second—his knee that shifts forward at first, pressing against the sheet that has unknowingly tangled around his other leg, then San trying to get up quickly with the tangled leg, realising a little too late by the time he falls right onto the bed.

Right onto you.

He almost squishes you. Almost. But he lands above you, supported by his elbows just in time before his body is in contact with yours.

Your heart races, way too quick for you to even process what just occurred. All knew you was:

One; San is right above you,

Two; his lips are hovering over yours,

Three; you feel something pressing against your pelvis.

And San stares down at you, his heart beating in his ears. He takes in the sight of you below him—eyes looking up at him through fluttered lashes, your heat radiating against his skin, your lips slightly parted in surprise.

As well as the strain in his pants when his eyes instinctively lower to your bare chest, your nipples peeking through your shirt, and that his little problem is just resting right on you.

“I’m sorry”, San whispers, breaking the silence that had hung between the both of you. “This usually doesn’t happen…”

You crack an amused smile. “Usually?”you reiterate teasingly. A tint of red flushes San’s cheeks and his clothed erection presses harder against your bare skin, and it makes you bite your lip.

“Fuck. I mean, this never happens. It’s just.. I’ve never felt this way about my boudoir models…”, he trails off. “I think you’re fucking stunning since you entered the studio, and I think you’re even more stunning now.”

Your heart flutters at his confession and this time, you feel yourself blush. A soft laugh escapes from the male above you when he sees you avoid eye contact from the shyness. His strings of rationale—yelling at him to stay professional—is snapping. He’s not lying. He’s never felt so attracted to any of his models before, until you, and now that he has you trapped under him, he doesn’t want to lose that chance.

“Should we end the session here?” San asks, with a quick glance at your pretty red lips.

Your fingers are playing with the dangling silver chain that he wears. He lets you, waiting for your response before he catches your gaze dances back to meet his again. Your hands shift to caress San’s jaw, and he takes it as a sign to make his move. You inhale softly as you feel his lips press onto yours, and it makes your head spin with glee. He tastes so heavenly, and your legs clench at the feeling that flutters between your thighs.

San slightly presses his body weight onto you, his erection only growing harder against your thigh. But it looks like he’s taking his time.

His fingertips warm your skin, and he lets them slip up your body, until he’s at your chest, barely covered by the sheer cotton material. His thumbs grazes against your nipples, and you gasp in between open mouthed kisses. You feel him smile, and he applies pressure, and the sensation goes right to your pussy.

He pulls back, watching your lip stick smudged, and your eyes dilate. You can’t help but feel entranced by San, and now you’re wondering how his face would look like when he falls apart.

And it makes you excited.

San lulls you back from your thoughts when you feel his lips suck softly against your neck, and now your fingers are playing with his soft locks of hair.

He’s slightly embarrassed at the way he’s growing even harder when he gingerly peels the white shirt away. His hands cup your bare tits, and he lowers himself to your left tit, giving it a couple of hungry licks and sucks, leaving your back arching and your mouth agape from how ticklish his tongue feels as he flicks your nipple. He doesn’t neglect the other nipple, giving it the same attention as he relishes in the way you fall apart for him. When he has his fun of sucking and making sure your nipples swell while you moan and tug his hair, he pulls away.

He sits up, pulls his shirt over his head and you’re left drooling at how chiseled his body looks. San unbuttons his pants and yanks it off, alongside his boxers, and you watch with awe as his cock springs out—hard and heavy against his abdomen. Your panties are tugged off you in no time, and you don’t miss the way his cock twitches when his eyes land on your slick covered cunt.

“You’re gonna be the death of me”, you hear him mutter before he collides his lips against yours once more. You squeal when you feel his fingers press onto your clit, giving it small rubs, watching and soaking your reactions—your whines and whimpers. There is a dull buzz in your mind every time your bundle of nerves get stimulated, and it builds up in your tummy.

“Oh god, you’re getting even wetter”, he sighs, his fingers completely soaked.

“It feels good. So good. Keep doing that”, you whisper, your fingers pressing against his arm. Your moans only grow louder as San picks up the speed on rubbing your clit, and it’s sending you over the edge way quicker than you wanted to.

San lowers himself to your head, and his husky voice vibrates in your ears.

“That’s it, keep coming undone. Let your mind shut off. You look so fucking beautiful like that.”

“San, San, fuck. I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck-“

Your eyes roll back as your orgasm washes over you, your body tensing as pleasure becomes the only thing you know. You barely catch onto the dirty things San is telling you, but you know he’s encouraging you to cum on his fingers like a good girl.

He makes sure he has your orgasm drawn out as long as possible, your mind completely blown out at that point. San sucks off your arousal on his fingers, before giving his cock a few pumps.

“You taste like heaven, babe. I’ll get a taste of that cunt soon, but right now, I really can’t wait”, San huffs, trying to keep himself composed as he slowly fucks his hand.

“San, hurry up, please. I need you, so fucking bad”, you whine, your fingers pulling your wet folds open for him.

His breathing goes heavy at your words. “Damn, the shoot really got you heated,” San teases.

“I can’t help it if my photographer makes me wet”, you reply with a playful smile.

Something seems to snap in San when he hears that—all he’s thinking about is wanting to drive his cock so deep into you that your mind completely blanks out.

So that’s what he does.

San lines up his cock to your entrance and pushes and inch in. His eyes dart to your face, licking the bottom of his lip when he watches your face contort into pleasure. His hands stroke your thighs as he pushes in a couple more inches, soaking in your broken moans as he stretches you out. He forces himself to stay composed despite the fact that you’re squeezing him with your warm and soft walls.

He manages to bury himself right to the hilt and he gasps at how perfectly fitted his cock is in you, an uncontrollable moan escaping his lips when he feels you convulse around his cock.

“San, you’re so big. I’m so filled”, you whimper through glazed eyes, his cock completely cutting off other senses as your thighs tremble. A smile tugs at his lips.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, pretty”, San tells you. Despite that, he waits for your green signal before he pulls out and drives his cock right into you.

Your mind switches off the moment his cock is fucking your pussy, because that’s all that matters. It’s so good. So fucking good.

His hands slither to your wrists, and has them pinned over your head as his cock pistons into you. You swear he’s driving you to be cock dumb by the end of this, but not like you fucking minded anyway.

“Look at you. Growing stupid over my cock already. So fucking adorable.”

You only nod in reply, biting your lip as his cock continues to render you speechless. Now San has completely flooded into the smallest crooks of your mind. San has his mind blank, his eyes darting from your fucked out expression to your bouncing tits.

Your cunt flutters once again and tears are pooling at the corner of eyes. The sounds of wet skin slapping echo around the studio.

“…wanna touch you”, you mutter. Despite the face that you loved that he was holding you down, you are feeling desperate to feel his skin as you dance on the fence of your orgasm. San releases your wrists, and he props himself better as he continues to pound into you, hitting the soft, spongy spot over and over again when he has your legs folded. When his pulls out, his cock is covered in a creamy mess. His head spins and his ego inflates at the thought him being the one who drove you to this point of mind blanking pleasure.

“No, no, I’m gonna cum again. So good. San!” His name leaving your lips as a whine. Your hands are gripping onto the loose unbuttoned sleeves of your shirt. His hands take yours and places them on his on his sides, and he groans at the way you’re clawing him.

“Shit. Fuck!” San curses when you cream on his cock even more on top of your walls hugging him tightly. You let go on his cock with a pleasured sob, legs twitching.

It’s not long before a long drawn out moan San releases as his warm cum completely floods your tight hole. He swears he wants to keep his cock tucked in your pussy because it feels that fucking good.

His face—oh, his fucking face when he orgasms. You barely recover from your second orgasm to watch San fall apart while he empties in your pussy, and it almost drives you to your third orgasm. Almost.

The both of you remain still for a moment, only breathing filling in the silence. Then, San slowly pulls out, watching the way his cum leaks out of your abused hole.

San pulls back, and he realises that he’s never seen a more beautiful sight—you, splayed out in nude, only covered by a measly white shirt that inevitably drives him crazy, with cum leaking out of your pretty hole while your body twitches against the white sheets.

He thinks that it’s a pity that his camera is out of reach, because it’s such a beautiful shot.

You glance at San with a shy smile as he hands you your panties. He hooks the your legs into the panties and pulls it up to your hips. You feel another load stain your panties while your thighs twitch.

San dresses himself quickly and extends his arm for you to take as he leads you off the bed. He knows he’s got extra work to wash the sheets but that’s the least of his worries.

What throws you off is when he pulls you into his arms and kisses your temple.

“I promise I’ve never done to any of my clients”, he reiterates.

“Unprofessional”, you tease, your hands sneaking up his shirt.

“Can’t fucking help it. I never knew fucking an Angel in my studio would be this exhilarating. It makes the thought of washing the bedsheets bearable”, he teases back, letting his fingers tangle in your hair.

Your mind goes completely blank when he tells you to wash out the loads in you, so he’ll fill you up once more when he brings you home, which earns him a slap on the chest. He gestures you to go change up, watching the way you remove your shirt to reveal your bare back, and he makes a mental note to start fucking you from behind.

And back at his place, he does. His eyes are hyper focused on the way your ass bounces on his cock. A loud slap reverberates in his room followed by a whimper.

He stills in you, spilling his load once more into your abused cunt as you cream all over him once again.

Then he has you wrapped up in his arms, peppering you with kisses as you’re teetering off your high.

“Stay over, won’t you?”, San requests, tucking a lock of hair behind your ears. You’re beginning to feel completely enamoured by the male. You nod as you melt into his arms.

San thinks it’s ridiculous how hard and fast he fell for you, but he’s confident that you’re his favourite model, ever.

[tubbypeddle]

Hi! I know it was awhile ago but I was the requester for the Bucci Gang w/ autistic s/o dhdbdbskd. I absolutely loved it!! Now dare I ask but do you maybe also have any headcanons for an autistic s/o but with La Squadra? I love them sm dhdhdjdkdn and I'd really appreciate it!! Especially with any comfort ideas you may have for it too! (as a possible bonus hehe) Love your writing and thanks again!!

Hi again!!1!11!!

I apologize for taking forever answering this one. I was working on a secret little project and forgot to clear out my inbox like I've been meaning to.

anyway i was super excited to start this one

(author's note: credits to gif owners, of course, i don't own them <3)

anyway (again)

Risotto

Risotto is very firm by nature. Or, at least, he is after you've met him.

When he finds out you're autistic, he might become a little more firm with you. He puts in place rules for you to follow that may seem a little unfair.

But it's dangerous, being associated with him.

It's not intentional, but he thinks of you as weaker than him. He feels a stronger urge to protect you than everyone else. Everyone else in the Execution Squad have Stands to defend themselves. You may not. He does not want you to be taken advantage of.

It may take a big argument to clear this up, because he's rather dense when things aren't being spelled out for him word for word. At least, in situations like these.

After that, though, he takes more time to observe you so he can note what makes you happy. So he's less likely to upset you in the future.

Ghiaccio

He's definitely a little autistic. I imagine him a little like Sheldon from Young Sheldon LMAO

No but seriously, he's quieter with you. You understand him in a way that's different from the way the others understand him. He still gets very agitated very quickly, but it's different with you.

The two of you can bond over your hatred for textures, too. Velvet or velcro feels like hellfire on your skin. (oops a little projection on my part)

He doesn't ever point any of his anger out on you. And if he even suspects that you might've been upset by his outbursts, he's quick to apologize.

The others make fun of him for it. They call him soft, like snow instead of ice. But he can't bring himself to care. Not when you're the only one on the team that could even begin to comprehend his thoughts.

Melone

Despite his...very obvious gooning, he is still a genius. He's observant, he's technical, and he probably knows you're autistic before you tell him.

He subtly prompts you to talk about your special interests, just so he can listen to you talk. Other than Ghiaccio, and maybe Pesci, he might be the most understanding, even though he's not autistic himself.

He definitely is a little neurodivergent himself, but he's not autistic.

It's not often that he gets you gifts for ur special interest, because he'd rather listen to you talk about it while he's working. It's like listening to a podcast while he works.

He eats all the food you can't eat easily. It's not like he minds.

Prosciutto

Mmmmmm, truthfully, you might get along with him the least.

He's a nitpicker. And, as an autistic myself, I know it's hard to differentiate between when he's just picking at our flaws, or when he's just saying things to say them.

He nitpicks to make you as perfect for him as what he believes he deserves. It's a weird complex.

Someone who's autistic has a harder time just brushing off his coddling and aggressive doting because he's all up in your face about it.

That isn't to say that you don't get along with him at all. He's rather sweet when he's not, y'know. He does things for you, he gets you gifts, all that fun stuff. It's just about the nitpicking that you two get into arguments about, really. Because he does like hearing you talk, and he does sweet things for you, too.

It's really just that one habit that you can't get over. It takes a lot to break him out of it, if you have the patience for that.

Formaggio

He's a great communicator boyfriend. He likes talking to you a lot, and listening to you in turn.

It's a pretty smooth ride into the relationship with the two of you. Since Formaggio is very open to talking out any of your issues calmly, rather than starting an argument, or avoiding a topic entirely until resentment starts to build.

You can appreciate his straight forward attitude on communication.

It doesn't take long for him to clock what your interests are because of his easy communication.

Out of all of the gang, he's the smoothest about how he goes about finding out how to get you gifts. He'll ask you to talk about your interests, which isn't out of the ordinary for him, while mentally noting which things you're more into, which ones you've expressed wanting more content for.

And, what do you know, figurines and books will appear in your room as if Santa came early.

Illuso

He doesn't exactly understand it, or why you act the way you do sometimes. But he likes you well enough, so he's willing to learn.

He takes the food you won't eat, he keeps the textures you don't like away from you. He memorizes what your reactions to things mean, how you stim, even.

Most of this is not intentional. He's just good at stuff like this. He's a very keen people watcher, which is why he's usually assigned to stake outs or kidnappings. (He's a stalker)

(Man in the Mirror makes it easy)

He mentions your interests off handedly, just because he likes to see you light up.

Pesci

(i hate this gif so much LMAO stop caressin him like that)

Similar to Formaggio, he's an excellent communicator. You're a lot nicer to him than his fratello, at least.

He enjoys your straightforward attitude and tendencies. It's a lot easier to understand than Prosciutto's aggressive corrections.

He might be a little dense, so he won't pick up on your autism for a long time. You might even have to tell him straight up that you're autistic because he won't piece it together himself.

But that's okay. He makes up for his density by being a sweetheart.

He also will take the food you don't want to eat. He's not picky.

He likes to learn about your interests so that he can have in depth conversations about them with you. If your interests are a little morbid, he may get a little squeamish, but he can deal with it, he assures you. He's a grown man. In the Mafia. He can handle something a little morbid, he's seen worse.

(he can't, but he tries to anyway)

Gelato and Sorbet

They're a package deal, because of course they are.

Gelato might not notice at first. Not like Sorbet does. Sorbet had actually graduated from university, with a bachelor's in psychology. So he definitely knows you're not neurotypical, at least.

They're both very open to your mannerisms, though. Neither of them are bothered by petty things like how you eat your food or what blankets you like more than others.

They're more than willing to accommodate for you. Changing one thing about their routine is a small price to pay to make sure you're comfortable with them.

Gelato is almost aggressive with how he'll defend you about what makes you comfortable, while Sorbet is a little more composed. But no less deranged, really.

Both of their first instincts is violence, in different ways.

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good god this took me way longer than i wanted it to, but my life got way too complicated way too fast, so i was a little distracted. sorry for the wait!

[charonyx]

My mans

LOOK AT HIM

He's so majestic

Also he was able to come home at 50 pulls!!!

That's the earliest I've gotten Malleus in MONTHS.

Thank you for blessing me on your birthday Malmal 💚

Posting some more of his sprite. Augh I love how he looks with dtrands of hair in his face.

I knew he'd still look gorgeous and majestic when he woke up. And! We also get a sprite where we can fully see his scales that we can put in our home screen. So beautiful...

And his groovy also!

It's so fun! I love when we get to see any magic in action in card art. To think many of his morning routines he doesn't even have to think about. Also seeing all the make up he uses flying about is mmmmmm lovely. Seeing his nails does make me wonder, how long does his nail polish last? Or do his nails naturally look like that in a bipedal form? Still many mysteries around you Malleus~

Seeing how his magic works just made me want to feel it. If he helped his partner in getting ready with make up, they must feel like a princess or in a fairytale *longful sigh*

Anyways, great Malleus card, love him!

[gaillol-13]

Imma be real with yall. Even tho Vengeance Most Fowl was outstanding, I still think Curse Of The Were-rabbit is my favorite W&G movie.

Probably cuz the latter has more stuff that I love ALOT. (This post is just an excuse for me to ramble about my comfort movie)

Horror movie. Like, "experiment gone wrong" and creature horror. In this case, the rabbits!

Lots of food in it (like wallace, Im not the biggest fan of veggies but the movie makes them look so scrumptious and refreshing mmmmmm~)

Bunny :)

BIG BUNNYYY :D I love how big the were-rabbit is! Absolute unit of a rabbit! Big boi! And he's so fluffy too! IMAGINE HUGGING THIS FELLA

Victor quartermine. Don't get me wrong, Feathers is a beautifully written antagonist, definitely the number 1 villain. But I adore how Victor is sort of a cartoony villain whose still poses as a genuine threat (also "Your loyalty is moving. Sadly, you won't be." IS SUCH A GREAT LINE WOW)

Tottington is such a great character. I love her outfits and her kindness and her autistic whimsy :) such an icon.

The fact that Wallace's plan was to straight up lobotomize rabbits so they would stop eating vegetables is crazy (technically an actual lobotomy is more painful and scary but u know what I mean).

I rlly like how the color green was used in this movie for some reason. Yknow? With the brainwashing and the veggies? I like it, shout out to the color green :)

WALLACE IN A ROBE OH MY GOD

I'm sure we all know this rn, but I'm just crackers about dirty jokes! So yeah safe to say that the secret garden scene was definitely one of my fav parts hehehehehehe~

Honestly. As a child, I yearned for the horrors. Like, if yall seen my Itthigss au, you'd know what I'm talking about. Anyway, I love the body horror of Wallace becoming the rabbit. I love the horror of both Wallace and Hutch slowly losing themselves as the movie progresses. I love the horror of Gromit realizing that the beast the townsfolk want to kill is his closest friend (imagine if Gromit could still see his master's facial features behind all that fur, he can see his friend, but now it looks so wrong and unnatural). And I definitely think that if Hutch looked realistic, he'd look uncanny and horrifying. Like, both Hutch and Wallace have been shaped the wrong way, they wouldn't look natural anymore. Now, they're a otherworldly man-made horrors. Imagine how scary it is, knowing that a part of you is in the wrong place, and it affected the other person's way of living.

Thats all the analysing ill do for now.

[hydrangeyes]

Brushing up on my writing through pit diving publicly into COTL:

- I have this AU (a solid one) called Death's Shepherd. I wanted to play with the idea that the Lamb has always had an affinity to death (as I have ideas on worldbuilding) even before the massacre/genocide.

- a pinch of death and violence (war), however, in this life, they have gone down the road of death. Obviously.

- This whole Au was going to be very picky with what was taken from canon, for example:

- was going to have it where the one who waits originally wasn't going to kill the lamb. That while it very much was a chance/option, I wanted to play into the info that he /was/ tampering with life and was planning to do a switch a roo of sorts. This still would have required the sacrifice of the lamb's followers, but the one who waits figures it was a price worth paying. The lamb.... not so much.

- speaking of the one who waits and a crown on two heads. After the one who waits is defeated, it is quickly noted (by some) that Narinders' soul is tainted due to his past research/experiments. As Death should have never brought life into the world.

- which is what I'm playing with. Resurrection is one thing (especially if the body and soul are still attached) but bring whole new lives, new souls into existence? Reconstructing spuls and willing them back into their past bodies? Mmmmmm yeah that has its reprocussions.

- I also wanted to play with the crown. Where whole yes, the lamb is the new death deity, the crown is the essence of death itself, like *trying to find the words* they just are. Idk how to explain it lol but yeah.

- everything else is fairly the same, tho I am cooking up having the goat be more involved main story wise.

- the goat becoming the new war deity (goats not as wiped out but damn are those numbers low, as when the hunt for lambs first started, alot of goats were either mistaken as lambs or were protecting them).

- anyway, this was based on an idea of the lamb having to navigate their new ascension; the nature of being a deity/what it means to be one; who can and can't be: of course, typical shipping mess (i guess, they'reboth a mess but like a puzzle piece and all that); the actual damage that happens when wiping out whole as DEITIES with no back up; and wanting to see how funny it would be if Narinder was force to be the Life deity rather than death (I have a whole thing about this)

- still tinkering with Nari's design and the Lamb's Names (They will have 2)

[prince-liest]

i know i left a comment on the fic too but mmmmmm the latest radiostatic fic is chef kiss. love every about it, especially the talking about gender with two people from different decades and alastor discovering an avenue of sex that is mentally interesting without encroaching on his boundaries with sexual contact

very good 👍 👏 👌

Thank you so much! I genuinely really love writing characters trying to talk about their feelings, needs, and identities in a way that isn't in line with modern queer-informed sensibilities. Because queer people still existed before we had words for them (or even defined identities in certain ways), and they did talk about those things! They just saw them differently, and I like poking at how their personal views and ability to discuss the matter helps characterize them.

Alastor being ace is never explicitly going to come up in 666 in those terms for the same reason, unless I finally get Rosie involved in a fic somewhere, because neither of them know what that word even means (and I am absolutely pulling from my general impression that even many not-perpetually-online queer folks don't know about aroace concepts). But that doesn't mean they're not clearly navigating what they see as Alastor's personal preferences! It's one of the things that I think canon pulled off really well: making this clear, on-screen delineation of yes, this character is ace that was funny and natural without, like, having Alastor turn his head to stare directly into the camera and declare that he identifies as something, haha.

Anyway, ahem. That's my soapbox, thank you for attending the lecture, hahaha. I'm glad you enjoy the way I write this!

[draconym]

Mmmmmm talk of the Catholic Church being the reason people don't touch other's daemons is something that never really was clear to me because I haven't read the books since like 2007 and instead was a part of an online daemon community talking to our daemons lmao (I still do). But that's such a fascinating thought. If daemons were real (with some changes as were debated on the forum), how would various religions feel about it? It would always be somewhat intimate, you wouldn't want a stranger running up and touching your daemon but people hug and kiss friends and family, queerplatonic relationships are well heard about now. Would the queer community be more willing to open up and let friends and others touch their daemon because the queer community is so intimate in the right time and place, it's such a fascinating thought. Would former Christian atheists have the same holdings over only partners touching daemons? Would different sects of Christianity have different thoughts? You mentioning theater and the Catholic Church has my mind running wild. Artists with daemons in general is fascinating to think about.

Also, something that's always been on my mind as a wannabe zoologist is zoos and daemons. If we take daemons into our world where there aren't talking polar bears and such, how do wild animals react to them? Do daemons smell like their human? Will a pet cat recognize a mouse daemon or try to eat it? Will a pet dog adore their human but be wary of their human's hyena daemon?

Honestly the hypotheticals of daemons both in Lyra's world and our own are fascinating to think on, and something I still think about to this day as I talk to my daemon, despite leaving that community a long time ago. Sorry for this random rambling but you have opened up something inside me lmao

I don't know about you but if my good friends always had little animals hanging out with them you bet I'd ask to pet them. There are plenty of people in the real world who have been socialized to be afraid of loving platonic touch, and plenty of people who haven't, so it's not that big a leap to imagine that in Pullman's fantasy world, close friends from more relaxed societies might briefly touch each other's daemons.

Also it's been a long time since I've read the books but I do think it's canon that nonhuman animals react to daemons as they would a human; whether the daemon is their same species or a prey animal, animals can somehow sense that daemons are human/dust and not Animal in nature, and are therefore less interested in them. So I think our pets would usually treat our daemons as they would treat the rest of us.

Anyway do keep talking to your daemon because I think it is a cool and fun way to process your thoughts. :)

[2n2n]

ch 120

OFF WE GO

First off... I like how tiny itty bitty Amane feels in this promo image... I wonder if drawing the grown-up Amane is making Aida-sensei reaaaaaally mentally shrinkify the 13 year old boy, really impress in her mind he's young, small, weedy ... he feel soooooo little boy here

ughhh i was soooo excited for the full color spread of Amane x Nene-chaaaaan... OHHH THE GHOUULLLLLL!! red red red ... makes Nene-chan's red eyes feel like Amane's destiny, right? ♥♥♥♥

classic horny horny horny panels hahaha mmmmmm... sensei loves to put Nene-chan in such gripping peril...

I'm so fascinated by well-chan's perspective on human desires, expectations.... I don't see it as an evil entity, but a confused and mixed-up one. Human's desires are what dictate a kaii's nature ... humans revered the well, prayed to it, honored it, and created a narrative wherein bodies offered to it were to be grateful, thankful, eager to fall to the bottom, offered 'paradise'.. it was seen as a protector of the village, something it relied on, necessary for peace & prosperity, a pillar of the community, a God, not a Monster ... different.

all the same, the people thrown into it resent it, wither bitter and resentful ... there's nothing consistent or easy to understand about what humans want, whether they like or dislike, respect or fear, want or dread... I feel there's nothing 'obvious' ... I don't think there's an opportunity to become something 'nice' in a human, comprehensible sense. Just a mess of the extremes fed into it for centuries ...

in some way, I have to find its sentiments beautiful... or pure, for what they are.

mouuuuuu;;; made me emo... how sweet of an impulse for Nene-chan... the well entity exists outside of conventional time and order of events, right....? I think it can be confused and mixed-up (as much as Tsukasa can in every timeline...) easily, there must always be shades and impressions deep down corridors of itself... I really love what Tsukasa being merged with it seems to do to his mind, so I'm really endeared by this poor muddled little Amane, mess of stimuli.... beautiful sad girl crying....

such an Amane-like expression, it makes me feel forlorn....

these poor twins..

sweeties... lost confused things..... threadbare...

pretty girl crying in your hazy memory... what a perfect 'first impression' of Nene-chan to stick inside of you... poor confused creature, Amane....

I really appreciate you Nene-chan!!!! you're right you know, that's not the right age at all!!! I don't blame you for trying to rationalize it... in moments like this Nene-chan feels like such a direct audience surrogate ... when she does things like try to postulate about the injured Amane in the Bookstacks, you know, calling out the obvious thing in plain sight, which we'll be pulling apart as not-the-case....

I'm happy its said plainly that he's killing many people... it's funny we've abandoned a world where Amane has murdered one person in a passion, for another world where Amane is made to kill wantonly, without a personal touch...

it makes the previous Amane's actions feel entirely self-directed, doesn't it? Not under a curse, but his own decision... something important, a special reason....

I want to know why that would was so precious... I believe it is our most precious reality...

anyways, Kou having been killed by Amane is so great ahahhahaha, I love it!!!! Really thrilled us when reading the MANGAUP like UWAAAAAHHH!!!! I don't feel anything about particular panels... but it is a great decision.

So many people came to the Red House, I had thought "how are we going to divide up all of these people sensibly?" because of course, you can't constantly have 5 characters interacting in every scene, it's too many cooks in the kitchen (not that a lot of things don't do that wwwww, but I feel AidaIro tend to create a tighter cast for insular events).... simply killing off Mitsuba and Kou for this timeline is hilariously efficient, GODBLESS!!!!!!! They got so many panels for the early chapters this arc so I feel there's no love lost... and we'll certainly have to deal with Mitsuba's exploding body when we get back to 'our' timeline anyhow.... so, it's a solid move--!!!

I kindof loved how they got 'shelved' for the latter half of the far-shore arc (and again, it was a fine counterbalance to all the Kou/Teru we got at the start of that with the train.... they simply had their turn).... I loved how they were like facedown in a puddle while other important events happened wwwww... I sincerely think AidaIro give all of their characters their due time, and aren't as quick to abandon characters or relegate them to being randos as a lot of (particularly shounen) manga....

I'm sure some people won't like it, but I feel we were given such a clear image of Mitsuba & Kou's life in this world. If I cared about them, I'd be happy to play in that space for ages. It's a well-constructed little playhouse.

we're all so curious...

he's the most interesting thing in the entire universe, in every universe, isn't he?

it must be said that this is a well-drawn and interestingly-constructed panel... sensei is very good at a scary crop.

GODDDDDDD seeing Nene-chan pulled towards the well is the scariest thing ever, but it also makes me feel hungry with a deep profound lust ... ouhhghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh give the girl to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I prommy to take good care of herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ouuuuuououuuuu *shakes this off of me*

anyway.

Love to see Teru blast Kou--!!!!! What an amazing situation HAHAHAHAHAH this is like a dream, I love this for Teru....! I've always imagined he'd completely back Kou no matter what, but this situation is interesting... it's not 'his' Kou, at least... he's wanting to 'go back' to the one who is stupid and helplessly dependent on him, innocent and naive ... but ah, it's still miserable and horrifying, I love for such a real trauma to strike Teru! Ahhh having to exorcise your cute little brother like an old yeller situation.... hahahaahahaaaaa. Heehoo---!! AIDAIRO-SENSEI'S PARTY!!!

go ride that train together lads.... lol... it's really funny .... they doied.... RIP... I'm sorry, but I kind of hope this arc lasts years in real earth time and they're just gone for that long .................................... I would like to focus on those who are left behind , and even how this influences Teru and Akane's demeanor overall... well, even Aoi... Teru is typically such an obnoxious guy, and able to play off a lot of emotions... I know Akane has a lot of sympathy for that poor dumb animal, deep down, perceptive to Teru's lonliness (though it doesn't alter how annoying or ungracious Teru is, Akane is just too kind to ever really abandon him...). In a situation like this even Aoi has to be grounded... an interesting dynamic left behind here--!!!!!!

I like how harsh and without any kind of pleasantry or flourish... don't have anything left inside of you for performances of grace!!!! I like it I like it.... show me the realest Teru ... !

So edged with the inner chambers of the well-chan </3 let me see her </3 </3 </3 ohhhh let me seeee </3

I like the small detail of Akane using his phone flashlight to peer into the well's depths....

you've never looked better, Teru! I want to see you like this (: let's stop jerking people around and being capricious, alright...? It's a deflection at the best of times anyway, isn't it.... in one way or another.

I'm eager for the next chapterrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What a wonderful turn of events!

huge fan of what we're left with here!

[anyacad0]

just finished Tgcf book 1 and here are my thoughts (I have seen the donghua)

Xie Lian is so much sassier inside his head. Wish we could’ve had Howard voice all that sassiness

every time it says “Xie Lian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry” or “Xie Lian felt like [x emotionally expressive behaviour]” I die inside a bit. You’re allowed to have emotions it’s okay

Nan Feng being allowed to swear is a very welcome change, as was the running eyeroll gag

Hua Cheng. Mmmmmm. I feel like he suffers the most from lack of voice acting. MXTX spares no words when it comes to describing him but even then James Cheek is very sorely missed

That said, one thing the donghua doesn’t convey is how Xie Lian sees San Lang and is immediately head-over-heels “oh my this is the most beautiful man I’ve ever met”

I was never bothered by the complexity of the backstory watching the donghua, I feel it was pretty well-explained, but naturally it’s easier to follow in the novel

I was pretty surprised on how understated Hua Cheng’s first appearance is in the novel. It felt like the whole scene was over so quickly, without even a chapter break afterwards. And Xie Lian’s reaction afterwards is just “huh. Anyways” although it seems like “huh. Anyways” is kind of just his way of life at this point

generally I just love how I can actually see things from Xie Lian’s perspective now instead of just the perspective of someone on the other side of a screen

Overall, enjoyable read, although I suspect I’ll enjoy it much more once I get past the point where the donghua ends.

[daddymothxxx]

[.ooc.]

I am the eepiest beast known to man

work/training stuff had me on site for four hours during a time of day not natural to me hhhh

Anyway, I been up since 6am on 3 hrs sleep and mmmmmm i gotta stay up until tomorrow morning to reset my sleep schedule back on track for my nightly shifts HOBOY

all that to say that i have collected all things into drafts and hope i will get over 'the wall' and onto a second wind later tonight, but either way I have things collected

thank you for yoru patience

ill probably be more active on discord rp wise (less clicking around and effort over there)

[ultdete]

LEON. 🎤 give us some Saihara Details. Does his passion truly lie with detective work? Internally, what was his struggle with having to confront his friends with their crimes? Were there any points in which he wished to hold himself back, despite Kaede and Kaito's encouragements?

GRMGMGMNONNMMNMNMNMNMRNMNMM <- me eating the mic.

Mmmmmm... honestly, I don't think his passion lies within detective work, or the "detective" title in general. Not throughout the entire game anyway... I'm trying to think of how to put my thoughts into words properly so bare with me!

At first, he feels iffy about the ultimate detective title, even coming off as if he didn't want it. He felt it to be untrue and that he didn't live up to it, and I think that emotion carries out throughout the game. Despite his resolves (i.e. realizing he needs to have more faith in himself if he wants to survive / even feel the Slightest bit connected to his given ultimate title), he still resents his abilities, no matter how good they are. And let's be honest, this guy's pretty damn good at deducing.

To me personally, Shuichi always valued knowledge and honesty. He wants to understand every detail; what makes a person do what they do, what makes them lie about what they're lying about, the reason they feel what they feel. He sought solutions, but wanted to understand the details behind it all. Uncovering the truth is what detectives do yeah, but I think Shuichi wanted to understand things on a more moral ground, from every angle. He sympathized with good And bad things his classmates did. He has a big heart, he's extremely empathetic. But at the same time, he can be cynical. Personally I love the moments when he's at his lowest and throws empathy and logic out the window to vent out his frustrations, it's got to feel like hell! Trying to wrap your head around so much while feeling So Much, it's got to be stressful.

I'm torn though, because a big thing about him throughout the game is him coming to terms with his ultimate title and trying to live up to it. "As the ultimate detective, I will solve this!" "As the ultimate detective, I will show everyone the truth!" woagh...... the pressure. the realization. waogh......

And Shuichi has survivor's guilt for days no doubt. His friends loved him dearly and he loved them back. It was hard to accept, but I know for sure he healed over time and looked back on a lot of the encouraging words Kaede and Kaito said to him. They're right, he shouldn't hold back! And he shouldn't feel bad for bringing darkness to light! It's understandable he developed a fear of uncovering the truth (after the case he solved that awarded him the ultimate title AND solving the cases that resulted in the execution of his best friends), but in the end, Kaede and Kaito encouraged him to seek the truth. For them, himself, and for their classmates. They wanted the killing games to end, and I think they were very brave for involving themselves in dangerous plots to help reach that goal. And no doubt it was painful! You're lining up the evidence that your ultimate skills easily, naturally snuffed out plain as day so the culprit (your FRIEND) will be executed! It's gotta hurt. And I know for a fact that realization there was a big thing that hesitated him from seeking the truth. The more right he was, the more it probably felt like a curse to him. "My deductions bring nothing but pain...!!!" I'm sure is exactly what he felt / still feels. But like Kokichi said, in which Shuichi even agreed, sometimes suspecting your friends is just what you have to do. It's a life or death game.

I don't think he ever got proper closure either.. Closure from the pain of accusing his friends, watching them die. The bittersweet ending of V3 "if this is all fiction, then that means there's unlimited possibilities for us to find our hope! The death of our friends was fictional!" ermmmm..... idk to me that's too easy. No doubt this guy is IN MOURNINGGGGGG and the survivor's guilt plagues him. I'm also just <3 at angsty / realistic ideas like that. so.

I realize I probably didn't even answer your question properly because again I am so bad at putting my thoughts together dfjggfh so TLDR; I think rather than solving cases in the name of an ultimate detective, he seeks solutions / the truth in the name of a curious cat who wants to observe things from every possible angle and protect his loved ones as a friend / human being. I wouldn't say he's outright passionate about detective work, because it has brought and still brings him pain, but I think he's definitely come to accept the talent and that yeah, I'm pretty damn good at what I do.

[iffoundreturntosea]

November 19, Day 323/324

Day 323 2015

The moon this evening. Elly told me I needed the rest of the moon in my picture

#beautiful #fall #texas #2015 #moon #halfmoon #closeup #sky #evening #outdoors #lookup #picoftheday #project365 #day323

Day 324 2016

Mmmmmm OJ

#oj #orangejuice #orange #yellow #red #november #shadesoffall #picoftheday #project365 #day324

Day 323 2017

Not the salt of the Earth

#grass #yard #outdoors #nature #fall #morning #salt #packet #trash #pickitup #throwitaway #everydayisearthday #nastytrash #november #picoftheday #project365 #day323

Day 323 2018

Light as a leaf 🍃

#texas #fall #autumn #nature #outdoors #sky #clouds #fallingleaf #leaf #leaves #fallleaves #november #picoftheday #project365 #day323

Day 323 2019

It's a bit late...

#soda #sodacan #coke #cola #can #toolateforcaffeine #carbonatedbeverage #nationalbeveragewithcaffeineday #november #november19 #2019 #nationalday #nationaldaycalendar #picoftheday #project365 #day323

Day 324 2020

Grateful for any snuggles I can snag from my Leo 💙

#leo #kitty #cat #catsofinstagram #snuggles #cozy #purr #grateful #november #november19 #2020 #picoftheday #project365 #day324

Day 323 2021

My "what the hell was that?" face. TGIF!

#justme #cartooncarrie #tgif #whatthehell #november #november19 #2021 #picoftheday #project365 #day323

Day 323 2022

I didn't have the correct pasta but I made pasta chips anyway. Not bad for a first run

#pastachips #toastedpasta #ricenoodles #yum #notbad #marinara #november #november19 #2022 #picoftheday #project365 #day323

Day 323 2023

Collecting dew

*note Leo fully focused on chowing down on grass*

#carrieandleo #morningdew #dew #grass #imissmybuddy #feeltheloss #november #november19 #2023 #picoftheday #project365 #day323

Day 324 2024

Fresh nails, fresh apple. Yum!

#fresh #dailytheme #apple #honeycrisp #nails #ring #november #november19 #2024 #picoftheday #project365 #day324

[unfinshedsentec]

Can I ask to add onto the seriously injured series with Shinichiro, Hakkai and Izana?

request 2: can you do sanzu and the Haitani brothers please?

Hey love! Thanks you so much for requesting❤️❤️I’ve gotten a lot of requests for pt.4 of seriously injured, so it’s kinda mixed with this other request (I’m so sorry I really hope you don’t mind)

Anyway, I basically did sanzu instead of shin, but if I ever do a pt.5, it’ll be with shin! Hahaha I really hope you like Thai anyway <333

when you get seriously injured pt.4

reader is gender neutral and there are manga spoilers (obviously)!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

characters: sanzu, hakkai, and izana

tw: cursing, blood, guns, injury, drugs, and death

Sanzu (future)

You met Sanzu when you joined under him as his assistant in Bonten. At first, your relationship was tense, and you were fully terrified of him, but as time passed and you spent most of your days by his side, you began to warm up to him.

Soon enough, you had a one-night stand. And then, you began a relationship. Albeit a closed off one.

You mainly stayed under the radar because of the dangerous work Bonten does. Yes, you were still well known as Sanzu’s assistant, just not as his s/o. Sanzu wanted to keep you safe, so you both intended to keep it that way. But, one of the hard parts of working at Bonten was there was always somebody else watching you. There were always enemies on the look out for weaknesses.

You happened to be Sanzu’s weakness. And the enemies found that out.

The moment they did, they were ecstatic. Not only had they found a way to weaken Bonten, but they also found a way to RUIN Bonten’s vice president.

It was pretty much the perfect opportunity, and the enemies naturally took that opportunity. That’s why you were trapped in a dark room, bound to a chair and gagged, while being recorded.

“Look who we have here~” the guy in front of you began, talking to the camera. “It’s THE Sanzu Haruchiyo’s precious s/o”

“FUCK YOU” you tried yelling, but it was muffled by the gag.

“Awwww poor baby, are you angry?” he mocked laughing at you, before delivering a harsh kick to your gut. You coughed; the wind being knocked out of you. “Shut the fuck up”

Another guy then walked in, and delivered more blows to your face, stomach, legs, etc. Each hit became progressively more painful, and as time passed, it went from the normal punch in the face, to a broken leg. It only stopped when the guy standing in front of the camera spoke again.

“Now, to the famous Bonten…” the guy began, talking to what was going to be Bonten, and your boyfriend. “You guys are either going to give us $300 million dollars, or” he continued, pointing at you “The Vice Prez’s s/o dies”

“MMMMMM”

“Get it here by 7, or else”

Then the camera turned off and the guys left, leaving you all alone, beaten up in the dark room.

It stayed that way until what you presumed to be a couple hours later, some more guys came in and started stabbing you in nonlethal places like your legs, arms, feet, etc.

You screamed in pain with each stab they made, feeling the cold metal pierce your skin. A horrible burning pain spread throughout your body and as time progressed, the pain got worse. Being able to see all the blood and your wounds only made things 10x worse.

Then they left, leaving you alone bloodied up, bleeding out, in excruciating pain. You were left like that for what seemed like days, when finally, someone came into the room again. You quickly recognized this guy to be the guy you first saw, and the one who recorded everything.

“Welp, it looks like your little boyfriend doesn’t care enough about you” he began, pulling a gun out and putting bullets in it. He then pointed it directly to your head, and his hand holding the trigger.

You screamed hoping to get him to stop. The feeling of the cold metal against your head was more than enough to make you freak out. You cried, and silently begged for Sanzu to save you, but he didn’t. And the guy holding the gun to your head, only held the trigger.

“It’s too bad really” he said, sighing. “You would’ve been a good toy”

*bang*

The man shot you, the impact blowing you and the chair to the floor. Blood poured out from your head and mouth, soaking into the carpet below you.

He sighed again, thinking about the mess he’d have to clean up from all the blood that surrounded your head, when suddenly someone came rushing in the room yelling.

“BOSS, WE HAVE AN EMERGENC-“ that guy fell on the floor dead. And behind him was your boyfriend himself, covered in blood, smirking.

“Now what do you think your doing to my precious Y/n?”

“Ha, it’s too lat-“and then Sanzu shot the guy and killed him, in true Sanzu fashion. Then, he made his way into the room, only to find you lying on the floor with blood covering you. Multiple wounds were on your body, your face was extremely pale, and there was obviously blood pouring out of your head.

Sanzu stared at you, before waltzing over to you and kneeling down.

“What’re you doin’ Y/n? You can’t die so easily” he muttered, stroking your hair.

“……”

“Get up Y/n!”

“………..”

“GET UP!”

“………..”

Sanzu yelled and yelled and yelled for you, but he never got anything in response. All he heard after his yells were silence, or the sound of gun shots outside of the room.  Your skin was shade of blue, and your body felt nothing but cold. Your expression lacked any life, and the smell of the room you were in was full of the sickening and all too familiar smell of pure blood.

Sanzu was too late; and now, you were dead.

That day was the day Sanzu lost any normalcy he had. Any last sense of being human, and having morals was gone. He was nothing now expect a murderer. It was like he wasn’t even a person anymore. Just someone who was an empty shell that happened to be living.

And to think, it all happened because he lost you, the most important person in his life. And now, he would never be the same again.  He would never be a person again, at least not without you.

 Hakkai

In your relationship with Hakkai, you were the brave one.

You would be the one to start fights, do reckless things, and just be much more violent. At first this scared Hakkai, but after he got to know you, he saw how sweet you were, and he quickly fell in love.

Soon enough, you started your relationship with Hakkai. And, of course, with Hakkai came along with Toman.

Often times, you’d help out Toman, going along with the in fights and helping them win. You weren’t an official member, but many of their members acknowledge you and your strength.

That was exactly why you were here, next to Hakkai, fighting off some guys.

It was a brutal fight. The other gang had more members, but they weren’t as strong. In a way, that made Toman and them more even. Of course, their main focus was Mikey too, so they failed to recognize the other insanely strong members.

Needless to say, the battled field was even.

Until the other gang started playing dirty.

You were knocking out guys left and right, Hakkai behind you watching our back. The other team was quite startled by you, so you quite easily took care of guys. Soon enough, more people started coming for you, and you and Hakkai knocked out more and more guys.

While, at first this was fun for you, it quicky became tiring. You were constantly fighting guys, you weren’t getting a break, and now, the stronger ones were showing up.

And as I said, they were playing dirty.

When the strongest one you had met walked up to you, you presumably just did your usual kick in the dick and punch in the face. However, the guy caught your foot, and threw you across the area. Hakkai, went up to the guy to give him a good punch, only to get an insane punch in the jaw, effectively knocking him out.

The guy then waltzed up to you and straddled you, only to pull out a ridiculously huge brass knuckle and began punching everywhere from your face to your stomach, namely your ribs and throat.

It didn’t take long till you could no longer breath.

You wheezed for air, but nothing happened. You coughed and coughed and desperately tried to get anything in, but you got nothing. Your heart was beating in your chest and pounded in your ears. All you felt was pain, pain in your chest every time you tried breathing.

“Hmm, looks like I’ve done enough” the guy beating you said, before getting you up and walking away, leaving you alone gasping for air.

Your vison was blurring. You could see the guy walk away, and slowly you gained hope! But after you found yourself unable to move, and you blurrily saw you boyfriend laying in the pavement unconscious, you lost all hope.

You were going to die.

Your body was going numb, you couldn’t breathe, and you could feel all strength in your body go away. Nobody was there to help you either. Everyone else was unconscious around you; so, there was no one to help you. You couldn’t even scream for help.

Slowly, darkness surrounded your vison, and as your lungs burned from the lack of breath, your eyes closed. The last thing you heard, was Hakkai’s screams of help.

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Hakkai spacely woke up only to hear complete silence around him. There were no yells of anger, no groans of pain, no crazy laughs. It was just quiet.

He was dazed from the unusual silence, especially considering that he vaguely remembered being in a fight. All though his vison was blurry, he could vaguely make out unconscious bodies around him.

It took him a bit, but he eventually made his way onto his feet, hopefully to look for you. He looked around but found nothing.

Until he heard a faint wheezing.

When he turned around, he saw you, lying on the pavement, covered in blood, crying and wheezing. Blood covered your mouth, and your eyes were a horrible bloodshot red. Your skin was a sickly blue too.

Hakkai immediately panicked and made his way toward you. He could tell you were unconscious, because as he went to pick you up, you went limp. However, your chest still lightly went up and down, and your skin was still warm.

Immediately, Hakkai screamed for help. He scrambled around looking for anybody to help, but the area was almost dead. He reached to his pocket to look for his phone, but it was broken, likely from the impact of his fall. So, he continued screaming, hoping someone would come.

And someone did.

A tired Draken came trudging around the corner after he heard screaming. At first, he was just purely confused, but after he saw you lying there, unconscious and covered in blood, he rushed over and check on you. You were still alive, to Hakkai and his relief.

Immediately, Draken called the ambulance, and waited them out alongside Hakkai who was crying and loosing his shit. He calmly tried comforting him, but Hakkai was worried for you.

Hakkai didn’t want to lose you, he couldn’t. It was only natural for him to be hysterical.

Luckily, the ambulance came pretty quickly, and you were saved!

You woke up to your family, friends, and of course, Hakkai, all being happy hugging you and telling you how much they love you.

It turned out you had a collapsed lung, and it took you awhile to recover, but with the help of the doctors and love from your family and Hakkai, you recovered! Now, you’re alive and well! Of course, you’re happily living with Hakkai, who is beyond ecstatic, and you have a happy future ahead of you!

Yay!

 Izana

As amazing as dating Izana is, it’s also one of the most stressful things there in the world.

You’re constantly worrying about him, his safety, and his happiness. You know he cares for Tenjuku, but you also worry that it will corrupt him even more and make him someone beyond saving. You worry that being the leader of a gang full of crime could potentially make him even lonelier. And as far as you were concerned; you weren’t going to let that happen.

That is exactly why you hung around Izana A LOT.

As his s/o, you often joined him in random meetings, beat ups, or just little things where you could be with him. Obviously, you just wanted to spend time with him and just be in his presence, but you also wanted to make sure he wouldn’t get corrupt.

Some of the Tenjuku members didn’t mind this. In fact, most liked you. Others however, not so much.

Some of those members just hated you with a passion. They hated that you were a weakling who was at the top solely because you dated Izana. They hated that they had the ability to be in your position, but they weren’t because someone who has no idea what they’re doing is there instead. And they thought you were using their boss for power.

Obviously, that wasn’t the case, but it was still what they thought. In fact, they were sure that it was the truth.

They were so sure they thought you had to be eliminated.

So, they did what they thought was best. They came up with a plan that would “save Tenjuku”. And today happened to be the day it was executed.

You were just walking home from a Tenjuku meeting. Izana usually would walk with you, but he had some things to talk to Kakucho about, so you offered to just walk home by yourself. While he was hesitant, Izana let you go seeing how confident you were.

So, you were walking home by yourself, simply humming along to the song that played in the headphone that was only in one ear. You groaned, a little tired from the busy day you had, but deep down, you were happy too as you got to spend more time with your boyfriend.

Briefly, you thought you heard a resulting sound behind you. Immediately, you shot around.

“Who’s there?!” you asked, only to get nothing in response. You were wary, but ultimately you just figured it was a racoon looking for trash or something.

So, you continued on your way. And it was quiet this time.

Too quiet.

You almost started to get scared, simply from the burning feeling in your gut telling you something was wrong. In a way, you had a feeling you should run. But you saw no reason too. You just figured you were overthinking again, so you continued, just periodically looking over your shoulder to be sure nothing was there.

Of course, nothing was there.

Until you looked over your shoulder again and saw someone behind you, just smirking.

“Well, well, well” the guy in the Tenjuku jacket said, approaching you. Each step he took toward you, you took one back though. “If it isn’t the famous Y/n L/n”

“Ummm hello?” you mumbled still backing up.

“You know you shouldn’t be all alone” he replied, walking faster.

“Yeah…well Izana’s busy”

“Really…” he began, his body language quickly becoming more violent. “That means I’ve lucked out”

“Huh?” you said trying to run away but… you weren’t fast enough.

“Get em’ boys”

Suddenly, you were tackled on the ground by a Tenjuku member, one that was much bigger than you. This one had brass knuckled, so each and every punch he landed on your face and body hurt a billon time more than the usual punch.

Suddenly, another guy appeared, heading towards your legs. At first you thought he was going to touch you, but instead, he broke your leg.

“AHHHHHHH” you screamed in pain. You could already feel your vison blurring for the beating your face and eyes were taking, but the feeling of your bone being snapped in half and poking at your skin hurt even more.

By now, you had no idea how many guys were there, but there was a lot. Each and every one was either watching you get beat up or were throwing punched at you left and right.

You could feel another punch to your face, a kick to your ribs, a crack of your bones going out. Sticky, cold blood covered your body, and you screamed.

You needed help. Or else, these guys would kill you.

But no one came.

With each scream, you begged  for your boyfriend to come and stop this, but you still felt all these insanely painful punches on your body. You feel the excruciating pain of multiple bones being broken and at this point you couldn’t see anything.

Hell, you couldn’t breathe anymore.

It was like being in hell. It was just pitch blackness and pain….at some point you weren’t in pain.

You were just numb. There was no pain, no hope, no nothing. It was just numb.

Until you heard one voice.

“HEY, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” you heard a familiar voice yell…one that was beyond angry.

It was then that all the punched stopped. You no longer felt the impact of people kicking you around like a rag doll. Instead, you heard screams. There were screams of apologized, screams of pain, screams of regret, etc.

There was just screaming, until there was nothing. Then, you felt warm gentle hands hold you, and a soft comforting voice.

“It’s okay Y/n…you’ll be okay” Izana whispered, stroking your hair while he lifted you had Kakucho drive you and him to the hospital.

“….I-Izana? ” you mumbled, barely able to get anything out.

“Shhhh love, don’t talk. Just relax”

“I-izana….I don’t feel so good….” You felt a burning liquid come up your throat as you coughed…and coughed and coughed and coughed. Izana, meanwhile, was still holding you and stroking your hair while you vomited blood all over him.

“No. You’ll be fine, just fine”

“Nooo...Izana” you said, chocking up.

“You promised me, remember?” Izana began, his grip on you tightening. “You promised me you wouldn’t die…and you would stay by me, remember?!”

You could feel a certain light begin to enter vison, and slowly your body in a way, felt painless.

“….Kakucho” you mumbled, calling for the man driving you through the bustling Tokyo.

“Hmmm?”

“You better take care of Izana for me”

Suddenly, your body went limp, and the horrible smell of death filled the air. Your face was a grayish-blue, and your expression was blank.

Izana gripped onto you, yelling. He kept yelling at you to come back and be with him. He kept telling you about your promise, but it turned out you couldn’t keep it.

You ended up dying that night, leaving Izana alone and leading to the exact corruption you wanted to avoid.

At least you met again when he died!

“I’m on my way, Emma” vibes

//end!

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[neitherfatenorthestars]

felix x mc x rime being three chaotic mages

random headcanons | these have been on my mind forever and ever. this is for felix and rime enjoyers who wish they could nerd out about magic and other things more because magic is so cool,, some of these are self-indulgent and also i'll be leaning a little into felix and rime's generally more questionable hobbies if ykyk (cw brief mention of dissection, i'll point it out again below) (gender-neutral MC)

felix and mc and rime are the only ones actively practicing magic in the gang: mage solidarity

we as a society cannot forget how felix and rime were Top Students who literally ended up dating because they spent so much time at the library studying together, what a dream relationship story i love libraries

felix and mc often get carried away very late into the night because they get so engrossed in discussions about magic and new spells they could experiment with, so rime has to drag them into bed before they completely ruin their sleep schedules

unLESS felix or mc bring up a point of contention that intrigues rime—well, then rime gets fired up and joins their very heated discussion until they either reach a unanimously agreed-upon resolution or pass out on top of one another from exhaustion

sometimes, felix and mc walk into the kitchen for breakfast, their eyes meet, and this happens:

MC: ...Felix.

Felix: MC.

MC:

Felix:

MC: I still think that-

Felix: And I already told you that-

and so on so forth about whatever magical concept they're currently studying together while rime silently watches over his cup of latte

i said before that banter was sexy and cute but academic discourse?? mmMMMM a whole other level

bonus points if sage or anisa are there to be like ?? 'rime what are they talking about. how long is this gonna go on for.'

whenever there's some magical mystery the gang encounters that needs to be solved, felix gets called on first (i think felix has read the most books compared to both rime and mc considering the timeline and just felix being felix, therefore giving him the broadest scope of knowledge) but if it gets tricky rime and mc join in on the brainstorming and the three of them huddle together in hushed tones and very serious mutters while sage and anisa are just like 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️

okay these headcanons are about to get Real Specific so there's a lot of 'if your mc _____' because i want to write these headcanons but also don't want to make any assumptions about your mc

(the mention of dissection is for this point and the next 2) if your mc is not squeamish about felix's taxidermy you probably won't be squeamish about this i hope: the gang fight an unidentifiable dangerous creature and once they defeat it the three mages investigate but they can't figure out its nature and origins so anisa and sage are like okay what do we do then?

cmon cmonn taxidermist felix, knife-loving rime and mc who has been influenced by them both? they look at one another with this unnerving glint in their eyes and say, "well, we dissect it of course."

deadass—

Felix, MC and Rime: we're going to dissect it, as you do

Anisa and Sage: no we don't????

i just love the idea of felix and mc and rime sharing the same brain cell in various contexts,, anyways

if your mc is kind of clumsy, maybe even the type to run into every table and doorframe they walk past: rime is always ready to heal every little scrape and bruise but he will absolutely be insufferable about it. "i wouldn't have to keep doing this if you were just a little more careful, sweetheart." he acts all exasperated but his touch is so unbearably gentle it makes mc shiver

if your mc picks up felix's habit of using spells for the most trivial things: with both of them throwing magic around, sometimes there's a magical mishap or two but it keeps the place lively (anisa scolds them once or twice but felix and mc just look at each other and suppress the urge to grin)

upon hearing that felix was not much of a healer, mc in canon expressed their interest in learning healing. if your mc is into studying beyond felix and rime's areas of expertise: they're always ready to hear mc rant excitedly about every new subject they study and are happy to help with whatever mc needs to further their research. whenever mc learns a new spell or technique they've never heard of they are always sincerely in awe.

yesss let us bask in the glory of learning ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿