#bUT IM ALREADY SCREAMING YELLING LOSING MY MIND

[banqanas]

When i saw the footage of jsb3 performing chain breaker, i had a thought “i wonder if we can see honest boy in jsb land” but i didnt wanna get my hopes up bc omi is vocalist so ofc they'll play his (solo) songs

SO THE SURPRISE I GOT WHEN I WATCH JSB LAND AND SEEING HONEST BOY !!!!!!!!!!!!! I CANT BELIEVE I GOT TO MEET HONEST BOY IN JSB LAND 😭😭😭😭😭

[bangcakes]

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[orcelito]

Ok I'm thinking about kabuto backstory again and thinking about how unfair and fucked up it all is like

> be Danzo

> threaten local orphanage mother into returning to being a spy (by threatening the kids there)

> force them to send One Kid too because he "lost a man" while obtaining the intel he's threatening her to spy over (the kid is Kabuto, who volunteered bc he overheard them threatening the mother over this) (Danzo knows he overheard)

> train kabuto to be a spy while orphanage mother is off on her long spy job as well

> bait spy mom with the promise of keeping kabuto safe to keep her agreeing to work with you

> decide they both are too good at their jobs (????) Of being spies (that work for you?????)(they've been loyal this whole time????) So they're too dangerous and both need to die

> keep mom and kid away from each other as kid grows up

> literally DOCTOR FAKE PHOTOS of the kid growing up to make it seem like he looks totally different now???? So she won't recognize him?????

> give her the assassination assignment of killing the Real Kabuto (who she won't recognize) so they'll kill each other

> whoops, Kabuto survived and killed her instead, oh well at least Orochimaru's watching him now

I'm just like. How fucked up is it to threaten these people into working as spies for you "for the good of Konoha", and then decide that these people (who have given NO INDICATION of intending to betray Konoha) are too good at being spies and thus Too Dangerous and should be killed for it. But no he can't just kill them in a normal way. He had to manufacture an entire scenario so that they'd kill EACH OTHER while making the mom not recognize him (with the express purpose of breaking the kid's spirit) like BROOOOOO I know you ordered the whole Uchiha clan to be massacred (conducting genocide for the sake of 'peace') actually now that I think about it he ordered this of itachi. Ordered him to kill his own family. Of course Danzo would get off on making a mother and son kill each other "for the good of Konoha" he's almost fucking cartoon villain level of horrible past the point of logic EXCEPT there really are people this awful that have existed. Plenty of them. And they have also justified it as being "for the good of [nation]" like that's the Thing, he's a war hungry nationalist that has decided He Knows Best so he's going to fuck up SO many people's lives, up to and including his own damn citizens!!!! And this bitch thinks he deserves to be kage?!?!?! Fucking Hiruzen letting him run wild like this. He knew Danzo was stealing children and indoctrinating them into a murder cult (where, keep in mind, he purposefully raises kids in pairs so they view each other as family AND THEN ORDERS THEM TO KILL EACH OTHER)(AGAIN!!!! with the family killing, what is his PROBLEM) but Hiruzen just let it fucking happen. Spineless fucking piece of shit. He fucked Naruto up he fucked Orochimaru up he fucked up Royally with Danzo like come ONNNNNNNNNN

Rattling the bars of my cage rn at how awful Danzo is and how he was able to just. DO THIS???? I know the bitch is dead but he's not dead enough. Give me the glock.

[arolesbianism]

Alright boys pack it up no more rain world posting new oni dlc is coming out in less than a week

[doll-for-you-11]

Fantasy I can't stop thinking about:

I slip on a short skirt and crop top. I just got rejected and need to get some validation of men stating at my ass. I walk around and take a few different trains in random directions.

Almost every guy ive passed has either blatantly stared, or catcalled and Im feeling better about myself. Ready to go home, I realize I don't know what train Im on, and Ive never been to the station we're approaching.

The train is basically empty. Theres one guy accross from me, but he's ignored me most of the time so I feel fine. I stand to wait at the doors for when we stop. Feeling him stand and get very close. I try to step forward but theres no space. "Theres no running bitch". I freeze unable to get away. I feel his hand on my hip, rising to my chest, groping me as he grinds against me, pressing me to the door.

As we stop I see other people on the platform and sigh hoping he'll stop when the doors open and I can run. As the doors open I try to take a step but am stopped by a hand grabbing my ponytail. Getting dragged off the subway by my hair. My clothes ripped off as Im being degraded and abused. The man that grabbed me loudly saying disgusting, humiliating things as he drags me along like a ragdoll.

By the time he gets me to the middle of the platform, Im naked and sobbing. A crowd gathering around, all the men who have been "working late" and the creeps stalking the subway for new prey.

He throws me to the ground, laughing as I try to crawl away. Wrenching me back again by my hair, as I scream out in pain. Looking around hoping someone will help, but all I see are buldges and hungry eyes.

He wips me around, slapping me, threatening my life if he feels any teeth as he pulls his cock out, shoving it all the way down my throat as I violently gag around him. "Fucking good little whore, take it".

You moan as you wrap your hand in my hair and begin to face fuck me so harshly my lips and throat are bruised before I even run out of breath. Drool and precum pour down my chin, dripping onto my tits turning them into a shiny, sticky mess. You fuck my throat like you're trying to destroy any brain cells I might have left. I feel your hot cum spew down my throat. You hold your cock balls deep telling me to swallow, but I gag, dripping some onto my already dripping tits. You rip your cock out and slap me accross the face, throwing me to the edge of the crowd.

I look up at the man in front of me and he just laughs, kicking me back towards you and following, pulling his belt off as he goes. I feel your hand come from behind me, gripping my throat and pulling me to my knees as the other man binds my wrists with his belt. My mind is still reeling from your raping of my throat, I dont even fight back and you remove your own belt, pushing my face down into the other mans still clothed crotch.

He humps my face, humiliating me as the crowd laughs. He holds my head down as you begin whipping my ass with your belt. Im trying to get away as I scream in pain, but he's too strong. You ask the crowd for a number, someone yells 50 and you tell me to count. It hurts so bad I lose track and you restart again and again and again until my ass is black and blue and my eyes have clouded over from the pain, my tears soaking the mans pants.

He flips me over onto my back, pulling out his hard cock and straddling my head. He slaps me with his cock, his pre cum joining the streaks of mascara on my cheeks before forcing himself down my throat and pushing down with his full weight sitting on my face, grinding his hips as his cock fills my windpipe.

Struggling to breathe I dont notice your belt trailing up my legs until you whip my cunt with it. I jump, forcing his cock impossibly deeper as I choke and panic. You altrinate between my pussy and tits, whipping harder and harder as I writhe, my hands pinned and bound under me, the other man on my face.

He pinches my nose and laughs as I begin to lose consciousness. Just as I'm about to black out he pulls me upright and savagely fucks my throat, pulling out to coat my face in his hot sticky cum. I cough and sputter but before I'm able to catch my breath you're pushing my face into the ground and ramming balls deep into my cunt. Using my hair as a handle you pull me to my knees.

The other man sucking and biting my nipples. Groping my bruised tits hard enough you can see his finger prints. "Look at you, you disgusting cum dump. Your cunt is dripping, theres a fucking puddle under you and you want to act like you didn't want this? That cunt is an open invitation when it drips like that." He slaps me, rubs my clit, slaps me with his cock and fucks my tits all while youre animalistically fucking my dripping pussy.

You join in growling in my ear. "Little bitch thinks it can get on the fucking train wearing a skirt that barely covers its ass and not get used? You that stupid you little whore? Or did you want this? Huh? Was this what you wanted? Get raped and ruined in front of a crowd ? Put on a little show? Yeah?" You fuck me harder and faster, my eyes rolling back as I cum around you harder than I ever have before.

"Did you just fucking cum?" The man abusing my tits asks. "Did you just cum from getting raped? Are you that much of a dirty rape whore?" You pull out throwing me to the ground as the other man pulls me on top of him pushing me down on his cock and thrusting up using my tits as handles to slam me up and down painfully.

You get behind me pulling my hair and whisper in my ear "we're gonna see just how disgusting of a cunt you really are". You ram your cock into my virgin asshole with no preparation besides the slick from my cunt already on your cock, matching the other man in speed as you thrust in and out, your cocks stretching me out like a used fleshlight.

The pain shocks me enough that my jaw drops in a silent scream, my eyes rolling back as my body goes limp. My mind shutting off as I become a living sex doll. You reach around harshly rubbing my clit. I scream as I arch against you cumming, but you keep rubbing my sore oversensitive clit. Making cum non stop over and over. My whole body shaking uncontrollably.

I hear laughter and see other people recording and jacking off. It feels like forever before you both cum and you stop rubbing my clit. Your seed flooding inside of me as you both groan in satisfaction. You pull out and I whine at the feeling before you pull me off of the other man and toss me to the ground.

I can barely open my eyes but I begin to feel something falling on me and look up to see the crowd gathering closer, coating me in cum and piss as I lay broken on the platform.

I feel disgusted with myself, how could I have cum from that? But I can't help but moan as I feel the cum dripping from both holes and the showers of it coating my body. Soon enough I feel more hands on me, I hear men saying what I know are disgusting perverted things but I can't make it out.

The sun is starting to come up by the time they all finish with me. Im too broken to move, but some part of me is okay with it. After all, If I stay here, they'll know where to find me when they want to use me again.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Ermermerm soooo… can u plz do a lil fic where like, reader is a hardworking person and is like working a 9 to 5 job or wtv and one day they get yelled at by their boss and since reader is pissed they come home and takes the frustration out on Kunikida by fucking him HARD and goes on multiple rounds ermmmm…. THIS IS SO BAD IM SORRY ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Ur fics r my girl dinner. Anywayz… luv u nini!! Thx 4 putting up with me ;3

- 🎀

No no no, it’s alright bae, I don’t mind. Your ideas are always so good too, I’ll work on the other ones soon, it might take a while but.. oh well

Dom!reader x sub!Kunikida

Reader is gender neutral

Warning: pegging (you can read it as strap or not, it’s not mentioned)

“Ugh, who does he think he is?!” You vented, seemingly annoyed. “Screaming at me like that, son of a bitch. Hey, kunikida, the fuck are you doing?” Your grip on his waist tightened, basically pinching him. He arched his back and yelped a little, “ah..! What are you- mhm, doing.” The male was riding you while you held him by the hips, giving him instructions and commands. “You are doing a horrible job, fuck it, I’ll do it.” Without giving him any warnings, you changed positions and got up, caussing him to fall onto his back.

“Ah, y/n?! I- UgH-Hngnn!” Kunikida gasped, now in the mating press with your arms forcing his legs to be raised to his chest. “You see I didn’t have a great day.” He moaned as he felt you deeper inside him, all thanks to this new position. “And I really don’t have any patience now.” Right before you started moving, his reached out to you, his shaking hands gently grabbed your arms. “P-please.. it’s the third round, I can’t do anymore…!”

That was the truth, he’s been riding you for a while now. Though just because that needy whore’s been pleased, doesn’t mean you were satisfied with his performance. “I’ve expected more from you.” You admitted with a cold gaze. Kunikida flinched as he saw your expression, shyly avoiding eye contact. He did kind of expect it, but it still surprised him when you suddenly started moving. Since he was stretched already due to the previous rounds, you were able to move faster from the start. Snapping your hips against his while panting slightly, using your anger as energy and his body as stress relief. “Ah-ahHhAa!” The Blondie cried out, tears rolling down his pretty face and decorating those flushed cheeks. His glasses were placed away on the nightstand, at a save distance. There were times were they broke during your sessions.

His body trembled with each thrust, he bit his lip to suppress those deliciously embarrassing moans he’d make. It was of no use though, because the pleasure was too overwhelming, so much that he was losing his mind. “What’s the problem, kunikida? You are normally so cool headed after all~” you teased him, not stopping with your relentless pounding. Fuck, you just loved that humiliated face of his. The way he shook underneath you, eyes pleading for your mercy, it was absolutely stunning. Like a drug to which you got addicted, and you couldn’t get enough of it.

“Ah- uHhh..! Y/n, y-y/n, MHmmm!” The man whimpered through clenched teeth, you always had to embarrass him like this and he was never able to get used to it. What happened at your work this time? One day he was definitely going to kill that boss of yours. Since when you get furious over them, in the end, he’s always the one to suffer. “What are you thinking about, getting distracted like this?” Your question pulled him out of his day dream, startling him a little. He wasn’t even able to respond before you considered it unnecessary and moved even rougher. Taking away from the speed and instead focusing on reaching deep inside him.

Kunikida could swear he saw stars, the way his entire body tingled each time you touched him was rendering him to a mess. He was getting closer to the edge, his legs wrapped around your waist to keep you closer. You felt a shiver down your spine, he was too cute when like this. “Ah.. ughh, y/n..!” The male groaned again, he used all his strength to whisper a warning but the words didn’t want to come out, “I’m- mhHmm! C-close..” it was just too much for him to handle, he was already sensitive from the previous rounds. It’s not his fault you feel so good.

You didn’t slow down, there was no need for it. Watching him all twitchy and messed up like this was your favourite thing to do after all. He clenched around you as he came, leaking his cum all over his belly. It dripped down his shaft in an erotic way, all the way to his hole, soaking his thighs and the bed. “Uh..HhhMM.!! Ga-gahhhHh..” a chocked out moan slipped from him, lasting until he finished his load. Some tears rolled down the sides of his face, or maybe it was sweat? He looked at you with trembling eyes, a hint of need and undeniable ecstasy present. “Good job.” You praised him, before turning him around onto his belly, licking your lips as you did. “Let’s keep doing that until you forget my name~” Those desperate eyes turned into one of fear and curiosity soon, he just pressed his face against the pillow as he let you do whatever you wanted. What a good little stress relief~

(Tag: @nvllxiety)

[scekrex]

Hi!! I love ur stories sm and im gonna ask anonymously for my first time cuz im lowkey shy LOL 🥲..

I was wondering maybe a Adam x Male reader where they had a huge argument, reader mentions something mean about Eve or Lillith to Adam after he says something petty, and Adam reacts without realizing and accidentally hits Reader. (by instinct) Then in shock, reader storms out and doesn’t come back home for a couple of days. (Or you can make it as long, or as short as you want!) You can make it as angst to your liking, and maybe add a makeup (fluff) at the end!! :)) I just think it would be interesting to see.

Thank you, and take care of yourself ! ❤️

Can do, the fluffy end is probably not as fluffy as it could've been but idk it just turned out the way it did ig

All this pain and the words that I cannot say, at least I'm trying

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, hitting (without consent), low-key toxic relationship

note: not beta read bc fuck you

The air felt tense, the vibe wasn’t as happy and cheery as it had been only moments ago and your neighbors were complaining about the loud screams and yells that kept coming from your apartment and yet neither you nor Adam got it together to simply leave in order to calm down. To be fair, it was your apartment so if someone was in the position to leave it was Adam. The argument between the two of you wasn’t just a tiny thing, it might have been the biggest fight you ever had with him.

The screaming and yelling was loud, the arguments were weak - not only his but yours were too. And yet you both found yourself too prideful to actually admit that to that. Hell would freeze before you would give him the boost of being right by admitting you were wrong, no way you’d admit to that to someone like Adam. And then he said something that caused you to snap.

“Maybe if you wouldn’t be so fucking complicated it would be easier to love your bitchy ass,” Adam yelled at you, his voice already sounded raspy and broken, his body language told you that he was not the only one who was slowly growing tired from fighting - you were too. You clicked your tongue, then responded in a quiet yet annoyed tone, “At least I didn’t lose the fucking women God created for me and only me, you did. So be my fucking guest Adam, if it’s so hard to love me, break the fuck up.” The shock in Adam’s eyes was visible, it was paired with betrayal that he felt, the comment had hit exactly the right spot to actually hurt the brunette and while you regretted it immediately, you did not apologize for it. “Leave them out of this, this shit’s between you and me, bitch,” the first man growled angrily and suddenly the betrayal and shock were overplayed by anger - pure rage vibrated through his body and he made it obvious. You simply crossed your arms over your chest, why though? Why did he get to say mean things about you and you were not allowed to shoot queally mean things back at him? “It’s not my fucking fault you were a horrible person in Eden - horrible enough to make the devil seem nicer. Maybe I’ll go down and suck Lucifer’s dick-” you were not able to finish your sentence.

Adam raised his hand and slapped you across the face. It stung, the part of your cheek that he had hit turned red but worse than that was the fact that he hit you. He had never hurt you physically before, yes there had been fights, yes there had been arguments but never had he hurt you before in any form or way. Your mind was blank, your body felt numb except for your cheek and all you were able to do was to stare, stare at him, stare at his hand, stare at the wall behind him. Before Adam was able to apologize through the fog that had clouded your brain lifted and you stormed off, you grabbed your backpack on your way to the front door and just as the brunette you called your boyfriend was about to say something, you slammed the door shut. From the hallway you heard how one of the picture frames fell to the ground and broke, you couldn’t care any less.

-

Adam just stood there and watched because what else was he supposed to do? He knew it was too late to apologize, he knew he fucked up badly and that there was the possibility of you breaking up with him and if he was completely honest with himself he deserved it. He had never been the perfect boyfriend you deserved, he had always been out of line, loud and simply too much but you had always assured him that that was simply who he was and that you loved him for who he was - but was that still the case? Did you still love him after that? Because it was one thing to pick fights with each other far more often than other couples did but it was a different thing entirely to hit your partner, Adam was very aware of that. And yet he had still raised his hand against you, a thing he had sworn to himself to never do had been done and he wasn’t able to simply undo it. A weak apology wouldn’t do either, not after that.

He wanted to go after you but he knew you well enough to be aware of how stupid that idea was, the fight would only continue outside of the apartment and he would only cause things to escalate even more and that he really didn’t want. He wasn’t even sure why he hit you in the first place, it had just… kind of happened? He didn’t know. What he did know was that you were gone and that you’d surely spend the night at someone else’s place and while he hated the idea of it, he was smart enough to know that it was for the best to have a little distance between you and him for the night. Surely you’d come back the next day and you two could sort things out.

-

But you didn’t come back the next day. Or the day after. Or the day after that day.

Adam was freaked out to say the least, he was worried you might secretly dump his ass, stop by when you knew he wasn’t home to pick up your stuff and just disappear. His wives had left him and he was convinced you would leave him just like them. You weren’t his husband yet, you could simply disappear if you wanted to and that scared Adam, it scared him deeply. Because deep down he knew that afterlife without you wouldn’t make any sense, that he was simply a lost soul without you by his side.

He was sitting on the couch, waiting for you to come back, he had canceled all the appointments and band meetings to simply sit on the couch of your apartment and wait for you to come back home, that was all he wanted. He wanted to know you’re safe. But he didn’t know shit because you weren’t answering his calls or responding to his texts, you did read them though. It was driving him crazy to not be sure of anything despite the fact that you were gone.

Where were you?

When would you come back?

Would you come back to begin with?

The brunette jumped off the couch when he heard a key in the lock and his face reflected the relief he was feeling when he saw that you were the one opening the door. Without thinking twice he rushed over to where you stood, the front door still open behind you. The first man pulled you into a bone crushing hug, mumbling sweet nothings under his breath as his wings wrapped around your body in protection. “Fuck, you’re back,” he whispered, sounding so lost, so hurt, so scared. You weren’t hugging him back but you also didn’t try to push him away or get out of the hug in general.

What were you supposed to do? Hugging him back felt wrong after he hit you but pushing him away seemed even worse - yet you wanted an apology. An honest and emotional apology with an explanation of why he did what he did. But you got none of that, instead you listened to Adam who was brabbling everything that he had worked so hard on to bottle up inside of him. “Don’t fucking leave me, do what you want, punch me, scream at me, kick me out but don’t fucking leave me.” And if Adam would be more emotional than he was he would’ve cried, would’ve broken down in front of you while holding you. But he wasn’t emotional and therefore didn’t cry. What he did was that he made sure you understood how desperately he needed you in his life.

And while that was not what you wanted - an apology - it was okay for the moment.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Me and the Devil (Walking side by side)

Or the Cannabalism arc gets resolved by Atsushi making a deal with the Demon.

Atsushi knows that he shouldn't be here. Kunikida would lose his mind if he knew. No matter how he could try to spin it, this was the most reckless and impulsive move Atsushi had ever made.

Which said a lot considering he met Dazai by fishing him out of the lake on the brink of starvation.

But Kunikida didn't know he was here. No one in the Agency did, maybe Ranpo would've figured it out if his mind wasn't on more pressing matters.

Atsushi wonders if Ranpo would've stopped him, had he known his plan. Maybe Ranpo already knew, and had simply let him go without another word.

Atsushi doubts it but one could never know with Ranpo Edgoawa. It wasn't as if it mattered, Ranpo was off with the others on their personal mission.

Atsushi was supposed to be with Kunikida, investigating a lead. He'd have to apologise to Kunikida later for not showing up.

That is, if there was a later. At least Atsushi wasn't wearing his Agency uniform, at least he wouldn't be ruining their image.

"I must say, I am quite suprised to see you in here." Says Fyodor, taking a sip of tea as Atsushi stands by his table.

He looks the picture of relaxed and somewhere deep down Atsushi wants to punch him.

Fukuzawa was dying. Without him the Agency will fall apart. Atsushi has never seen Ranpo so serious, so distraught.

No one has.

Kunikida is trying his best to keep it together. But like the rest of them, he was falling into despair.

Mori was dying.

Without him the Port Mafia will return to its more visceral and brutal ways. Atsushi knows little about those days, but knows it would destroy Yokohama.

If Mori or Fukuzawa is killed by the other organisation, it will result in all out war.

This is what Fyodor wants. And here he is, sat in a cosy cafe. Listening to music and drinking tea while ruining everything.

Atsushi feels sick just looking at the man. But he doesn't punch him, he doesn't yell or scream. Atsushi has come here for a reason.

To bargain.

"I'm not here to fight you. I came to talk." Says Atsushi, keeping his voice light like everything was fine. Fyodor hums, clearly intrigued by this new development in his plans.

He puts his tea down and gestures for Atsushi to take a seat.

"Than talk, would you like some tea?" Atsushi sits down, ordering for himself and let's the tea cup warm his hands.

"Shibusawa told me that you're the one who sent him to me. He said I had the ability to save him, to save countless." Atsushi looks up from staring into his tea. "He wasn't just talking about my ability, was he?"

The intrigue in Fyodor's eyes only grows but he remains as casual as ever. "He wasn't. But that's not what you want to ask me, is it?"

Atsushi takes a sip of his tea, slow and deliberate. He makes a show of looking around, as if making sure no one he knew was here.

"What would you do if you had the book?"

Fyodor's easy going smile turns viscious. There's a glint in his eye that shines dangerously. It reminds Atsushi, if he ever forgot just who he was speaking too.

Atsushi knows Fyodor could have him killed at any moment. The hospital said had the sniper aimed any higher, Dazai would've been killed instantly.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky is a dangerous man. And yet Atsushi is not afraid.

Not of him.

Atsushi's afraid of losing his friends... his family. The Agency is their home, and Atsushi won't let them lose it.

"And why, do you wish to know that?"

Atsushi shrugs, leaning back in his chair and adopting a carefree air. Something he's seen Ranpo and Dazai do countless times.

Never say they didn't teach him anything.

"Im the guide, aren't I? If I'm going go be coerced into finding it, I want to at least gain something from it. Don't you think?"

He takes a sip of tea as hums, thoughtful. "Fitzgerald wants to bring his dead daughter back to life for his wife. Which is noble and all, but it doesn't exactly do much for me. I have no one I want to bring back. So I'm asking Dostoyevsky, what it is you want with it?"

There's a silence before Fyodor laughs.

Atsushi says nothing, he gives nothing away even if inside he's a little panicked.

"My my, you really are something aren't you? Shibusawa didn't tell me just how ferocious you truly are." Fyodor shakes his head, amused. He rests his elbows on the table, his chin ontop of his palms and leans forward.

"I want to rid the world of all special abilities."

He says it so plain, so casual as if it meant nothing but Atsushi knows it means everything.

This is what Fyodor wants more than anything.

Atsushi mirrors his position, resting his chin atop his palms and leans in. "Now that, that I can work with."

Fyodor tilts his head to the side and smirks.

"Oh?"

Atsushi chuckles. "I grew up in a cage. I spent every waking moment of my life reminded that I was a beast of calamity. That all I did was bring misfortune onto others. My ability has taken everything from me. It has ripped out my humanity and turned me into a monster. It's not a gift, it's a curse. Why would I ever choose to keep it?"

Fyodor studies him before nodding approvingly. He sits back and Atsushi does the same. "It's rare I meet someone who shares my ideals in such a manner. And I wouldn't let such an opportunity go to waste."

He takes out his phone.

"But nothing is free in this world. What do you want in return?" They both know already but Atsushi doesn't comment on it.

He sits up straighter and looks Fyodor in the eye, unwavering. "I want Fukuzawa Yukichi of the Armed Detective Agency and Mori Ougai of the Port Mafia to be cured of the Cannabalism ability."

Fyodor chuckles "is that all?" He teases before becoming serious. "Very well, I agree to your terms. I trust no one knows you're here."

Atsushi nods, he even turns out his pockets to show that their empty. His phone, Agency badge and uniform are stashed in a bin somewhere.

Much like when he left the Orphanage, Atsushi came with only the clothes on his back. He left no note, he couldn't give them any clues.

"Very well. I accept your terms, Atsushi Nakajima." Says Fyodor, extending a hand to him.

This was it.

The moment Atsushi stepped foot into this cafe, he knew he might as well be signing his own death certificate.

But it doesn't matter to him.

There was no way Fyodor was ever going to get the book. He could torture him, starve him, drown him, whatever he wanted to break Atsushi into complying.

Atsushi would not budge. It was nothing he hadn't had dealt to him before. He hadn't been lying about his ability being a curse.

He was dooming himself to a life of isolation and agony. Walking back into his cage and handing over the keys to his tormentor.

Never to know freedom or love again. It was Atsushi's worst fear. What he dreaded more than anything. But this was for the Agency, and for them Atsushi would give up everything.

Atsushi was nothing compared to them. He bought misfortune onto others and pretended he was human when he was anything but.

He was a monster. He would only bring them pain and suffering. But now he could atone for everything he'd done.

None of this would be happened if Atsushi hadn't gone to Yokohama. If he hadn't joined the Agency, none of this would be happening.

He'd deluded himself into thinking he deserved a place to belong. And now they were suffering from it.

This, this was Atsushi's karma. This was the price of his mistakes. For ever thinking he could ever belong in the light when he was born into darkness.

He was abandoned by the world. He was abdoned by his parents and no one had ever wanted him. The Orphanage had been right about him, the Headmaster had been right about him.

But now he could fix it all. The Agency and the Port Mafia would be saved. There would be no more suffering caused by him. The book would never be found and no one would be hurt trying to pursue it again.

Everyone would be okay. So what if it cost Atsushi everything?

"Than we have a deal." Says Atsushi, shaking Fyodor's hand.

(Sequel, You don't know what I'd do (for you) Part 1

[keirawantstocry]

sorry i feel so annoying sending more but i have so many THOUGHTS in my head it hurts

thoughts of tubbo being pissed at fitpac and cutting all contact with them and the entire island trying to get him to talk to them and fitpac gets so fed up with him talking to everyone but them and just corners him in his factory and asks him what on earth is going on!

sorry the thoughts are too much i have to write them

-🐚

don't apologize! and as for your last ask i don't think im going to do it just because it's too suggestive! <3

To say that Tubbo was pissed off would be the understatement of the year. He was so incredibly tired of feeling like he was being ignored and passed up for someone better. At first he had thought Fit and Pac dating would be fine. But now they were going on dates but themselves and it was so crystal fucking clear that they didn't need him anymore. They didn't want him. They had their little families. They had each other. And they were leaving him and Sunny all alone. 

He isolated. Who could blame him? And when time after time they didn't come after him, they let themselves be pushed away with no complaint, it confirmed Tubbo's suspicions. 

Annoyance was all he could muster up when the banging came at the door. 

“Whaddya want?” he called, in an already ticked off voice while not moving an inch away from the desk he was sat at. 

The pounding at the door didn't stop. 

Tubbo leaned back in his seat and groaned, setting down the new toy he was tinkering with to surprise Sunny. He had been trying to figure out how to get a sound piece in it for days so he could gather the recordings he had of her singing to place it in. A perfect picture of her bright future. 

He pushed back from the desk, slamming the doll down in frustration. “What do you WANT?” he yelled. 

“Open the damn door!!” came the response back and Tubbo nearly groaned at the familiarity of that voice. Fit. 

He stood, anger already pulsing through his veins, thick as his own blood. Click went the lock of the door before he flung it open. 

To his surprise and annoyance, both Fit and Pac were there. 

“What. Do. You. Want.” 

Fit ground his teeth together visibly while Pac's eyebrows dipped down in concern. “We want to fucking talk to you man. You've been avoiding us for weeks. We're fucking worried!” 

Tubbo scoffed. “You're fucking joking right?” 

Fit looked down right exasperated. “Joking? Dude. You've been ghosting us for months.” 

“Fitch,” Pac said, interrupting him with a hand to his arm. “How about we all calma and sit down. Try and think reasonably, yeah?” 

Tubbo huffed. He didn't want to agree. Nothing in him wanted to agree but Pac's voice was so soft and endearing and he just wanted to melt into it. ‘NO' his mind screamed. “Okay,” he said. 

They sat on the floor. It felt right considering how much time they had spent stretched out on top of each other on the factory floor all those months ago. But those memories hurt. 

“Tubbo,” Pac said in the soft curled voice of his. 

“What,” Tubbo said, hating how his voice broke on the singular word. 

“Talk to us. Please? Don't leave us out of what you're going through.” 

Tubbo pursed his lips tightly, trying to hold back the tears threatening to escape. “Nothing's happening. I'm not going through anything.” 

To his surprise, Fit was the one to reach his hand over and thread their fingers together. “Tubbo, please. We don't want to lose you.” 

Tubbo looked up and let his eyes meet Fit's hazel ones. He looked… genuinely concerned. “But,” Tubbo said slowly and hesitantly. “You guys don't need me anymore. You have each other.” 

Both of their faces dropped. “What are you talking about?” Fit asked. “We needed you then and we need you now. We aren't morning crew without you. It would be what? Morning two? That's dumb as shit.” 

Tubbo couldn't help but laugh a bit. “Morning Two does sound like shit.” 

“Exactly,” Fit agreed. “And in the same… sense I guess. Us without you is shit.” 

“That's a stupid analogy,” Tubbo muttered but he felt warm. Probably just the heat of the day. Not because it made him feel cared for. 

“But it's true,” Pac chimed in. “We aren't morning crew without you. We aren't us without you.” 

“But I have to ask,” Fit said hesitantly. “What about Fred?” 

“What about him?” 

“I thought he was your boyfriend. Hasn't he been around here taking care of you?” 

Tubbo laughed humorlessly. “Nah. We went on one date. It was fun, sure but it didn't mean anything.” 

Fit squeezed his hand and it was slightly sweaty and normally it would disgust Tubbo but now it was just an honest admittance that he wanted to be here, holding Tubbo's hand. “I'm sorry.” 

Tubbo shrugged. “It's fine.” 

“It's not,” Pac said. “But we can't help you if you don't let us in. Don't lock us out. We want to be here for you. Anytime that you need us.” 

Tubbo squeezed Fit's hand harder in his own before reaching out to grab Pac's with his other hand. “Okay.” 

Pac smiled at him. “Thank you.” 

“Can we get out of this hell hole now?” Fit said, patting his own knee and trying to stand but Tubbo kept his grip strong on their interlocked hands. 

“Hey! What the fuck are you calling a hell hole? I have excellent fucking taste in,” he spluttered. “D-design!” 

Pac laughed while Fit shot him an unbelieving look. “Yeah. Okay. And that's why Sunny asks us to come over and decorate.” 

Tubbo gasped. “That backstabber!! Betrayed by my own offspring.” 

“She's not your offspring,” Fit protested. 

Tubbo dropped his hand and shot him the nastiest look he could muster. “Yes, they are. I gave birth to her.” 

“Okay, okay,” Fit surrendered, not being able to stop himself from laughing. “You gave birth to her.” 

“Well no shit,” Tubbo huffed but there was no réal heat to his voice. They had come after him. Nearly broken down his door to get to him. So maybe. Just maybe. They really did care. 

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ummm can you write rika x reader where the reader is hopped up on aphrodisiacs and wants to get fucked stupid by her. maybe with a strap with fake cum in it too?

Women I love women holy shit.

Afab! Reader x Rika

Rika coos watching you grind into her hand. Her grin widening hearing your sweet voice desperately whimpering her name.

Your core practically melting the palm of her hand pressing against you're drenched sex was not enough.

" Patience Doll~" Rika chuckled, lifting your hips up as you feel her fingers gide just barely passed your folds.

" Let me play with you for a little while longer Darling and I'll fill you up nice and full~” Rika purred.

She pressed her lips against your body peppering kiss along the skin. Grinding her thumb against your clit, her finger is tracing up and down your entrance occasionally just barely dipping deeper only to pull out with every buck of your hips.

Yes, Rika could punish you for your lack of obedience tonight but, wasn't it already punished enough to give you aphrodisiac and tease like this? And besides the whimpering drenched mess of sight underneath her, pulling and crying out for attention for more was going straight to her pussy.

Your juices coated the tips of her fingers her red eyes more ridiculous as she brings her fingers up and licks them clean.

"mmh... you taste so sweet Pretty~ I could just do you up..."

Giving you a playful look her hands grab your buttocks lifting you up, with nothing but the bed against your back and your legs and her arms supporting you.

"And I think... I will!"

You lose your mind feeling her soft wet tongue Glide against your soaked cunt. Arching your back when her tongue presses deeper.

You couldn't help but grind your cunt against her face, wanting more and more. With the blazing heat deep inside of you turning into mush from the inside out, you are so close yet it wasn't enough to satisfy you, you cry out for more.

"P-please! R-rika, I-i cant take it! N-need your cock!"

Aw... she could see tears starting to form in your eyes do you really need her that badly??

She moves her lips from your mouth glistening with your juices. She lifts your leg over her shoulder pressing the head of her toy against your entrance. You try to reach out and touch your lover only for her hands to grab yours pinning them above your head.

You squirm trying to rub yourself against her toy.

"Rika!Rika! P-please! Fill me! Fil-AAH YES YES YES!" You cry out, when she finally spears you open.

She could never get enough of your screams, how you squeak and squeal her name while you try to take more and more! And she was happily to give you more squeezing your wrists before taking a hold of your other leg folding you in half completely. Pressing you into the bed she slams down.

"h-hahah! your sooo cute baby~ we should have tried aphrodisiacs ages ago!" She laughs watching your face twisting in pure pleasure.

You lose yourself, drool dripping from your mouth your brain frying thinking of nothing but her cock, your fingers dig into your thights. All you could do now is lay there and take every pound of her cock.

"mmm~ you're squeezing around me so tightly, you're being such a good sweetheart~"

She wraps a hand around her throat.

" I think you deserve a reward, don't you think?

She squeezes once

" I'll fill you up how's that sound?"

She moved faster. Another hand wrapping around your throat.

"h-haha I'll make you nice... and full I'll make you mine would you like that pretty? Would you like to be filled up with my cum?"

"c-clos-" was the only thing you could mutter,

"huh? Speak up pretty I didn't hear you tell me you want me to fill you!" Rika said this time more firm

"r-rika...please... S-so close-"

"I SAID LOUDER" she yells her hand coming down onto your ass. You break as you come on her cock

"PLEASE RIKA IM CUMMING FILL ME! FILL ME NOW!!"

"oh-h thats a good p-pet, fuck I..im so wet... Im gonna fill you up."

All you remember was feeling warm liquid from her cock spill deep inside of you.

Immediately she lowered your legs off of her shoulders and scooped you into her arms. Peppering your face with kisses while her fingers glide through your hair. You are already gone your chest rising and falling as your eyelids flutter close.

That was so hot fuck you are so hot the images of you underneath her will be burned in her mind for hours when she plunges her fingers in and out of her cunt later.

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

Hii i know im late but either kuron allura or lance for the ask game thingy you rbed like two days ago?

(i know i always pick these three but idk i just rlly like hearing your thoughts on them<3)

Yay!! I am so sorry this is late. Also heads up this gets long and really salty-

Kuron-

favorite thing about them- He's trying so much! He is not great at it and he was very much Doomed since the beginning and he lost every agency he never had to begin but my god he was Trying! He did not know he was a clone but he felt he that he isnt him and Haggar was still scouting in his head but he was still trying until he couldnt, my god i love him!!

least favorite thing about them- Other than the fact he fucking died??? Kuron babygirl please dont go behind your teams back and dont yell at people, i know you are Going Through It™ but still

favorite line- "Like i am not like myself" HAHAHAHA HAHA FUCKING KILL ME!!! orz

brOTP- Lance and Kuron relationship that lives in my head and has a special place in my heart, also Veronica and Kuron because i am too deep in That au i will make it a thing if only just for that au

OTP- Do i have to answer this one? I guess Kur.ance if you twist my arm but to be honest i still prefer it as platonic or qpr. I am not much of a shipper and he has aroace swag to me. Oh, also Kuron/getting to live as his own person aka the best ship ever

nOTP- I guess Kuron/Keith and Kuron/Lotor? Mostly because my rather uhhh negative opinions on Keith and utter disappointment with Lotor's character and annoyance with both of their stans

random headcanon- i have already talked about him being fan of reading but did you know he also writes sometimes? It is not *great* and almost all of them are wips because he is never sure how to end a story but he is trying

unpopular opinion- if i see one more "Kuron the evil mean clone" i will scream.

Other than- ok. You know how much i love him right? He is one of my favourites and i like him more than Shiro, you know that right? I need you to know and remember that when i say the next part.

Entire clone arc was just not needed. Like you could have had the same effect with Shiro being mind controlled and i personally feel it would have been better. Clone arc just overcomplicated an already messy plot, added even more elements and questions that went absolutely nowhere, left behind a shit load of plot holes, became the final nail in the coffin of Shiro having any possible arc or development, and added a new sympathetic character just to kill him off as a plot device.

And the entire "You are my brother Shiro, i love you" who is it for? Literally who is it for? It would have been much more heart wrenching if it was mind controlled Shiro but we clearly established that is not him. That guy is not Shiro, and Keith as i recall had like 3 on screen conversations with him, 2 of them being strained and then Keith just fucks off with the Blades for most of 3 seasons. It is not for Kuron cause narrative is insistent that he is ~evil~ tool and later on they use his body to get Shiro back. So like, who is it for? Other than to show how sad and angsty and great and amazing writers pet Keith is of course but that is the whole goddamn show.

Like i love him and he did not deserve any of That and i am going to keep making up aus where he lives but the entire pointlessness of clone arc angers me so much

song i associate with them- Being a basic bitch here but Control by Halsey

favorite picture of them-

honestly every scene with him having long hair is just>>>

Allura-

favorite thing about them- Allura is just so genuinely kind, like she goes from one traumatic event after another and loses everything she had and she is rightfully angry and hurt and upset but she still remains kind and does everything so that others dont have to go through what she did and so she sacrifices what little she still had

least favorite thing about them- why is she fucking dead 🥺🥺? Girl wake up, also as much as i love her i am not forgiving her for entire using-Kuron's-body-to-bring-Shiro-back.

favorite line- "So how would you rate your bloodlust level from 1-5?" Let her be silly please!!!!

BrOTP- Allura and Shiro!! Also Allura and Hunk!!! And a number of interactions between Allura and Lance post s3 too!!

OTP- Free my girl hasnt she suffered enough?? (I do have soft spot for early season sha.llura moments and many allurnce moments)

nOTP- i guess l0tura and k@llura? For similar reasons as above

random headcanon- pre-Altea's destruction Allura was the most daredevil person ever. You could dare her to eat a ghost pepper and she'll do it just to prove she can

unpopular opinion- No longer saying 'the situation is much more nuanced' and 'she was traumatized, it is understandable' about the galra reverse racism bs and instead going she was 100% in the right actually. If this fandom can forgive Lotor for getting thousands of alteans murdered and straight up lying to the woman he says he loves about her own people and forgive Keith for abandoning his teammates and almost getting them all killed by claiming they were sad and traumatized than they can also forgive a black coded genocide survivor not liking a race that has been colonizing and murdering the entire universe for 10000 years including her own people

song i associate with them- Queen of Nothing by Crane Wives

favorite picture of them-

Look at her smile

Lance-

favorite thing about them- my boy?? My most favourite boy??? Literally everything?? Ok but seriously i have talked about this before but he is complex to me, i love there is so much duality in him he is someone who is kind would die for a person he met like 2 days ago and did not get along but also is just an absolute obnoxious cunt. He is an emotionally mature guy who understands his own feelings but also is just sooo douchey class clown. He wants to be a cool talented hero, he has the capacity to be that but he wants to be seen as one and in his attempts he ends up screwing himself over and comes out looking as anything but that<33!! And he is loyal and goofy and lovable i love him

least favorite thing about them- i would not have liked this fucker if i met irl specifically s1-s2 him at all. Also the fact they did not even give him an arc like why would you do this to him. Also his fanbase, i cant tolerate 70% of his fanbase and the fact that i still love him is a testimony of my love for him itself given i have hated characters and left fandoms for far less

favorite line- "You ever notice how far the planets are from each other, Coran?" Why did they have the goofball say shit like this if he was meant to be just a goofball

brOTP- Everyone <3, he deserves more friends but mostly Hunk, Kuron, and Allura

OTP- i like most Lance ships actually, though there is a specific han.ce au i have in my head that i adore

nOTP- *sighs* kl4nce. It's just sooo Everywhere, i go to Lance's tag and it is all this ship, nearly every s8 fix-it thinkpiece i have seen moans about how Lance was reduced to Allura's bf only to reduce him to Keith's bf and all of them yell about how the only problem with vld was that kl didnt become canon as if all the racism in the show doesnt even matter, and i am so goddamn tired of this like i cant even joke about Lance having terrible taste in men witjout someone bringing Keith up, and i dont hate the ship (and sometimes i even enjoy it) but i am done with this

Random headcanon- he can play violin pretty well! But he also hates playing violin

unpopular opinion- this is coming from someone who only likes and cares about Lance ships but i think he shouldnt have had a romance arc with anyone. I have said this before but he is so obsessed with keeping facades and the romance loverboy is one of those facades. At most he should have had like last one out of beach city episode from steven universe, where he gets a partner by just being himself instead of the flirty loverboy persona

song i associate with them- Top of the world by Greek fire

favorite picture of them-

He looks great when he is on the verge of death

[bonefall]

Seriously the only good cannon couple I can think of is Fire/Sand. That's it. And Maybe Crooked and his cannon mate I forgot her name x_x lol

I'd say that Oak/Blue is pretty cute too (though Crooked/Blue would have been massively superior) and yeah, Crooked/Willow is excellent.

I guess Crookedstar is 100% boyfriend material, lmao

waIT WAIT CLOUDTAIL X BRIGHTHEART IS SOLID... Cloudbright is very good.

Firesand

Honestly though I'm not a fan of canon Firesand. It's easy to forget how much they fight in TPB and I don't think their personalities mesh super well... See, people forget how much agency Fireheart has in TPB, constantly sneaking around, breaking rules, trying to find the truth and feeling immense pressure from the general horrors

But Sandstorm's equally fiesty. There's no need for her to be around to push him to do things, he already is doing them. So there's situations where Fireheart could obviously use the backup, but Sandstorm is actually acting as a "traditionalist" or yelling at him in already stressful situations.

The example that always comes to mind is Cloudtail's abduction. It's traumatic! Cloudtail gets crated, he's screaming for Fireheart to save him, he races down the road chasing after his nephew, tears his paws open, until he loses track of the car.

So Sandy comes up to lick him and she says, "It'll be fine maybe he wanted to be with twolegs" and Fire SNAPS, like, "IM ALONE IN THIS CLAN NOW, CLOUDPAW IS ALL I HAVE!" And Sandy gets MAD, "Ohhh he's all you have ay? WHAT ABOUT MEEE". Cold shoulders him for a few chapters until HE apologizes to HER, while his nephew is kidnapped!!

Sandstorm in general

I wish Sandstorm developing as a person was more on-screen, instead of just slowly happening over time. I wish they both apologized to each other.

This is not a Sandstorm hate post though, I really do love her. I think she's a great balance of being supportive of Firestar and being someone who stands against him. I like her fire in the clan. I like that she's generally a dependable ally of his, and I like her being the mother of his kits (though I prefer them as QPR; Aro Firestar my beloved)

I'm just not fond of their scenes when they're supposed to be romantic. I strongly feel like they work best as allies and close friends.

[crowning-art]

TGCF SPOILERS

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IS THIS A JOKE!!!?! I"M REALLY OUT HERE UGLY CRYING OVER A BAMBOO HAT???!!!

I ThoUGHT ALL THE EMOTIONAL PARTS WERE DONE!!!! DOWNFWJNWNFLWFNLW

Damn, this part wjnwkjfnwlfn, I think this paragraph speaks for itself

“You aren’t the God of Misfortune, but they would rather believe that you are, unwilling to believe you aren’t,” White No-Face said. “Once upon a time, you defied the heavens and created rain for Yong'an, yet now they won’t even donate a cup of water to you. To pierce you with a hundred swords might have been done out of desperation, but now, they’re not even willing to do something simple like helping you pull out a sword; they all found the task too difficult.

I know I already put my reaction up there for this scene but it deserves a second reaction:

The rain seemed to have stopped.

No.

The rain didn’t stop. It was something that was placed over his head, helping him block off that pouring rain!

Xie Lian whipped his head up to look, and saw someone crouched before him, pressing that bamboo hat that was on his own head on Xie Lian’s head.

…It was that man who was just cussing loudly at him!

IT WAS AN ACTION OF ONE SMALL INSIGNIFICANT MAN, ONE WHOSE NAME WE WILL NEVER KNOW AND HE DID AN ACT THAT WILL BE REMEMBERED FOR CENTURIES T-T IT WAS THE ACT OF A MAN WHO CHOSE TO PUT ASIDE DIFFERENCES TO HELP A FELLOW PERSON! IT WAS THE ACT OF GIVING UP YOUR OWN PERSONAL COMFORT TO PROVIDE COMFORT TO SOMEONE ELSE! IT WAS SUCH A FORGETTABLE ACT THAT SAVED MILLIONS OF LIVES NOT JUST NOW, BUT IN THE FUTURE! IT WAS SO SMALL YET SO LARGE THAT NO ONE PERSON COULD CONTAIN THE MAGNANIMITY OF THIS ACT I CANT IM ACC CRYING FROM THIS I CANT FONWOFINOQFNOEF

IT TOOK JUST ONE PERSON TO BRING HIM BACK! ONE PERSON OH M GOD I CaNt I cant my heart is so overwhelmed rn It's like suddenly the initial stabbing scene doesn't matter anymore, yknow?! There is still kindness left in this cruel ugly world, it's like no matter how harsh the land, there will always be a small white flower growing even when there is no water or light I CANT WJNWJNCWLNCLKW

“I SAID FUCK YOU!!! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, TO DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THIS?? I AM THE CROWN PRINCE!!!”

Upon his face, two lines of tears were already streaming down from his eyes.

One person. Just one.

Really.

Just one person was enough!

INCOHERET SCREAMING

Under the rain, Xie Lian was holding that sword up, and he said darkly, “As long as you use this sword to pierce me, you won’t be affected by the Human Face Disease.”

I. AM. LOSING. MY. MIND

'MY DREAM IS TO SAVE THE COMMON PEOPLE' IWBIWUBCC HE DIDN'T FORGET HIS DREAM I AM FULL ON SOBBING OFHWHFWIHFWHFW

Xie Lian had his back turned to him. “If a day isn’t enough, then let it take a month; if a month won’t do then two months, three months! If I can’t save ten thousand, then I’ll save a thousand; if I can’t save a thousand then I’ll save a hundred, TEN, EVEN IF IT’S ONLY ONE!!!”

AND IT IS THE SAME PEOPLE SHOWING HIM KINDESS SNJSSJSJ OH MY GOOOOODDD

Xie Lian didn’t receive the excruciating pain he anticipated, but instead there was a loud and clear, “YOU CAN’T!!”

“…”

He whipped his head over to look. The one who knocked that black sword down was actually that little water merchant!

Ok I am obsessed with this random old woman lol

The wife of that little merchant kept elbowing him, but when she heard that she instantly exploded, yelling with her face red, “MOTHERFUCKING BULLSHIT, WHO’S SHORTCHANGING?? COME THE HELL OUT AND SAY THIS TO MY FACE!”

ahh so he chose banishment of his own will the second time. I dunno why baby boi was so ashamed of his shackles. He should have worn them with pride. Honestly, knowing how they came about, I don't think any crown he could ever wear would be compared to the beauty of these shackles T-T

Also it's super cute how he's helping build Mu Qing and Feng xin's temples, like an act of paying them back all they did in the past. And also love how he's trying to get their followers to get along (foreshadowing him matchmaking them in the future mayhaps?)

My heart cracked a little (not that it wasn't already cracked enough lol)

Jun Wu looked at him intently, and after a long while, he said, “Xianle has grown up.” This should’ve been something Xie Lian heard from his elders. Unfortunately, his father and mother had no more chances to say it.

wait Jun Wu killed White-No face in FRONT of Xie Lian....what in the heck is going on?!?!?!?! I am the edge of my seat!!

THE WHOLE HUA CHENG SCENE WHAT THE HELL I CANT IT"S LIKE CAN THESE TWO CALM DOWN!!!!! IF YOUR DREAM IS TO SAVE THE COMMON PEOPLE MY DREAM IS ONLY YOU AND HE LIVED UP TO IT I WILL CRY I CAN'T PLZ COME BACK HUA CHENG I AM BROKEN BEYOND WORDS

He said to it, “I hope we shall meet again.”

Even after he had gone into the distance, that tiny, little red flower was still dancing in the wind.

The white flower and the red flower T-T

IT WAS ALWAYS ONE PERSON THAT HE NEEDED TO BELIEVE IN HIM AS WELL AND THAT ONE PERSON AS BEEN WITH HIM ALL ALONG I AM CRYING BDUFJDJDJFJFJFJFJJDJFJFJFJ I CANT FJCJCJJVJFKFKD PLZ DJDJXJJDJDJD THEY ARE EVERYTHING TO ME

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i did not expect the last 3 chapters to be so wild, but damn....book 4 was wild. I feel like a war veteran coming out of a long drawn out battle....that I finally won...after losing so many people. I am fundamentally changed as a human, god this was insane

....and there's still book 5 left (immense dread)

[fulldenimjackett]

ramble alert:

i am playing five night at freddys IN REAL LIFE right now because i am house sitting for five nights (must sleep in their house) and their cat is the devil i guess. im already not a cat person, they make me nervous and im pretty sure im allergic to them but this cat wont leave me alone for a second. i am typing this at two am because he keeps jumping on my head at screaming in my ear. tried locking him out of my room and he pounds on the door and screams. then he throws up on my bed for some reason so i am sitting wide awake on the couch, he is poking me and yelling i am losing my mind. this is night one

[zyonsay]

Wildfire, Chapter Six MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Adrenaline rushing, body aching, fire dancing

Reader: Male

Warnings: Injury, fire, crying, inaccurate details because Zyon doesnt know his shit

Now playing: 'Gilded Lily' by Cults

AN: This one is heavily inspired by the race in Bahrain 2020, where Grosjeans Fireball crash happened. Also, don't sue me over details, im not and engineer, nor am i a doctor lol.

Anyways, Lando's stream has me dying. I fantasize about him in dress shirts daily, but this... i need him to fuck me.

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(Here is the previous chapter)

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Nervous beeping, people talking, the rattling of wheels on the floor.

The sanitary smell, the bright lights, the excruciating pain running through your limbs. You couldn’t manage to open your eyes. A hazy feeling wrapped around your head, your skin itched and burned, and each breath felt like a knife to your lung. Where are you?

.

.

.

“Lights out and away they go!”, the adrenaline surged trough your veins and your car roared forward. Max, along with Lando and Charles were in front of you, choking down the opportunity for you to pass them.

But this is just the opening lap, there was plenty of time for you to ensure your podium. The McLaren behind you was trying to push its way past you, but you kept your brutal pace, managing to overtake Charles’ velvet Ferrari. Your next goal was to rush past Lando, so it would be you and Max at the front, an easy 1-2 finish. The tires felt good, and you were confident you could do it.

Christian was advising you to keep pushing, saying your pace was good. The track was lit, and the sky was already dark. This race was exciting for you and after all it was also the second last before the winter break. You’ll be able to enjoy some time with your friends and settle down for a bit, which was difficult during the race season. Your mind almost drifted off, but you focused back on the situation at hand: The race.

Then, after a sharp turn suddenly, you lose control. The car wasn’t responding as it was supposed to. Your heart stopped beating for a second as you tried everything not to crash into the wall at 160 m/ph. But there was nothing you could do.

The redbull crashed into the barrier with a loud groan and the screeching of metal. Everybody’s eyes widened as a big, glowing ball of gas erupted from the car, which looked to be broken into two pieces. “Who was that?!”, Charles yelled into the radio as his heart rate went trough the roof. Lando had seen your car in front him. The usually loud brit was quiet and had a bitter feeling in his mouth.

The flames grew bigger and bigger, the power train assembly was separated from the survival cell. Your limbs felt heavy, and you had almost no power to clamor out of the car. The safety car had stopped near the crash and more and more people were rushing to the giant fireball. Firefighters were now trying to extinguish the fire, which on one side was smart. But you knew the contents of the fire extinguisher would swallow the last part of oxygen you had, especially because they were spraying it way to close to your head. You felt a sharp, stinging pain on your neck, but you had no time to think. You needed to get the hell out of there.

A person in a yellow safety vest held out their hand to you, you recited ‘thank you’ over and over in your head while gripping their hand. Horrified, you ran from the demolished redbull. The flames were licking at your heels and a sudden wave hit you from behind. Another part of the car combusted. You smashed against the floor as you felt a sudden snap in your heel. A big part of the car’s cover hit your leg. Terrified screams erupted as two people reached out to you, but before you could hold onto them, your head spun, and your vision faded into black nothingness.

Your Labored breaths and anxious whispering surrounded you. Vision blurry, body aching and mind hazy. The room smelt clean, even sanitary. “Doctor, he’s coming back!”, a loud voice rang in your ears. People rushed over to you, one of them leaning slightly over you. “Yep, good job guys!”, he then exclaimed, earning a few pats on the back. Your vision cleared up a bit, but you were blinded by a bright light. One of the nurses dimmed the light, after noticing your antics. “Welcome back”, a man with grey hair and a face mask talked to you. His eyes darted across your face, examining how pale you were. “I gave you painkillers, you might feel a bit woozy, but it should help with your injuries.”, now you were awake. The word injuries sparked worry in you. “How bad is it?”, you croaked. Your voice was hoarse and raspy. “I’ll come talk to you a bit later about that, but you should rest now. It’s no good for you to worry in this state.”, the older man gently put a hand on your shoulder as you sunk into the hospital bed. Naturally, you were still worried. The man’s words weren’t exactly calming, if it was something small, he would just tell you, right? Right?

The thoughts raced through your head like the cars on the track. And at that moment, the disappointment set in. You remember the crash; you remember barely starting the race and then smashing into the wall. A heavy, bitter feeling sat in your chest. The crash happened after Q1, so Redbull couldn’t call in the reserve driver. You fucked up. You fucked up big time.

But before you could drown in self-deprecation, you heard the squeak of the door handle. A familiar pair of eyes. Christian rushed over to you, gently putting a hand on your shoulder, as if you were made from glass. The feeling of failure snaked its way up your back and around your throat, like a venomous snake. “Chris, I’m sorry.”, you sounded weak. As much as you hated crying, in this moment you couldn’t hold back the tears. They streamed down your face as you spilled apologies for messing up. Your Team principal shushed you, pulling you into a gentle hug. “It’s alright, I don’t care about the race. I just want you to be ok.” Looking over his shoulder you saw a man standing by the door. And in that moment, you could’ve dived out the window for good. Max fucking Verstappen just watched you cry like a little boy. Although your best efforts, you couldn’t stop the big fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Please tell me you won.”, your voice was barely above a whisper, but loud enough for the Dutch to hear you. He nodded. If you couldn’t score any points for the team, you were happy that he did. A weak smile made its way onto your face, before you grimaced in pain. Christian quickly scrambled outside, to find a nurse or a doctor, leaving you and Max in the room. “How are you feeling?”, Max awkwardly asked. He was unsure as hell, of course, he didn’t exactly like you, but he felt terrible about your accident. His heart froze when he saw the Redbull behind him disappear and erupt in a giant Fire during the Race. If he was being honest, you were on his mind for the rest of the Grand prix.

“Shitty.”, your mouth pulled into a straight line, the frustration in your voice was very apparent. “I’m so sorry for failing the team.”, the look you gave him looked sincere and apologetic. “Don’t apologize”, he sounded upset, “We’re just glad you’re alive. Those moments of silence after the crash scared me to death.” He now looked directly into your eyes, his gaze softer than usual.

“My apologies, but I need a moment alone with y/n.” The doctor entered the room, bidding Max outside, where Christian was waiting. Fear now gripped you, a chill running down your spine and it felt like electricity ran trough your veins.

The older man had a file in his hands while he looked at you with pity. You felt awful, so, so vulnerable. The look in his eyes made you wince, the fear of a bad diagnosis lingering above your head.

“Your Achilles Tendon is broken. From what I’ve heard you were hit by a piece of the car?”, you nodded absently, the words flying past you like a gust of wind.

“The Achilles Tendon connects the muscles in the back of your calf to your heelbone. If sudden pressure is applied to it, it can rupture partially or fully. Yours is fully ruptured, but we executed a surgery.” Tears were welling up in your eyes again, the injury sounded serious. “It will have to heal for around six months. This means no sports, unfortunately.” This was it; you began crying again. Six months? The doctor pitied you, but there was nothing more to do. He wished you a good day before leaving you to yourself. The tears now rolled down your cheeks in streams and your sobs became louder. Sad, Angry, disappointed; A wave of emotions washed over you. You let out a frustrated scream, you wanted to punch something. Throw something around. Just find a vessel to let out all the rage.

What you weren’t aware of was that Max was still standing outside the room. He felt bad for you, not pity, but he understood you.

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how many times can i re-read the parts of this fic i already wrote instead of actually continuing?

that is a trick question the answer is infinitely

here's an excerpt because why not >:3 (i would call it a snippet but it is TOO LONG LIKE EVERYTHING I WRITE)

Din didn’t initiate physical contact all that often, but Cobb knew that they still liked it – leaned closer just the tiniest bit when Cobb was next to them; relaxed against Cobb’s body when he went in for a hug, and rarely was the first to pull back; held his hand tightly, with their thumb either drumming a beat on Cobb’s or absentmindedly moving their fingers in other ways, like it was impossible to keep them still. Cobb didn’t mind. He loved it.

He watched them do the same with Omera – they were so in sync it was obvious that they’d known each other for a long time. There was a little pull in his chest when he watched them interact, longing for a similar connection. Most of the time, Din saw it, noticed it, somehow – would roll their eyes at Cobb until he smiled, and then maybe nudge his foot with their own or rest a hand on Cobb’s leg.

To his surprise, Omera noticed, too. She was just watching, at first – smiling, yes, warmly and somewhat gently, but she didn’t say anything. The first time she reached out to touch him it was just a hand on the shoulder, but Cobb found himself not wanting her to pull away. Her hand was warm, so warm he could even feel it through the fabric of his jacket. Then, one time, she kissed his cheek to say goodbye.

And when she reciprocated his smile once she’d pulled back, Cobb had the sudden urge to kiss it, kiss the warmth that was in that smile, find out if her lips were as soft as they looked. Wanted to find out how she’d kiss him, if it would be slow or urgent.