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narrators-journal · 1 month ago

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Hiiii me again. Gonna yoink a lil sign thing at this point.

I actually want you to pick the kinktober prompt. We've been asking you to do themes, but I wanna see one u want with my blorbos, so. Any number, yandere akechi, with maybe yandere joker.

🐦‍⬛(this looks like a crow for me)

This one was another one that I flip flopped on. There’ve been a few kinks on this list that I wanted to try, like used panties, sensory play, and crossdressing so I picked a FEW prompts here lololol. But, for this one, I ended up struggling to capture the yandere energy u requested, so I had to widdle down which ones I really wanted to try. Which, I hope didn’t negatively impact this little ditty at all, bc I think I did pretty well with some light experimentation and variety again lmao. I also decided to swap the yandere focus here, tho whether Akechi is one too, is up to the reader. I hope you enjoy! Thanks for asking so much, btw, I’m glad you like my works so much.

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: Voyeurism, stripping, and temperature play are the more overt kinks here. Masturbation is the main bit of spice here, Yandere behaviors as well, tho only stalking mostly. No direct violence this time.

The cold bit at Akira’s fair skin like a dozen needles while he sat under the shadowy cover of one of the trees in Goro Akechi’s sideyard. But, he bit down the powerful shivers that may have shaken the branch he perched on and simply watched the shadowy bedroom through the window he’d found. Until the light of the detective prince’s bedroom flick on so that the brunette could see go about his usual routine.

Okay, so it’s nine o’ clock now, and his nightly shower should be done within the hour. With any luck he’ll be asleep by midni- oh? The stalker’s thoughts about slammed to a halt midway. Because, as he thought them, Goro Akechi stepped into the view of his window. The only window that didn’t have the curtains pulled shut to keep the bitter cold that attacked Akira out. Wait...so, does he know I’m out here? I knew it was odd that only one of his windows didn’t have the blinds down… The ravenette thought with a bit of a grimace, even though the possibility already had his cock pressed to the fabric of his pants.

Though, Akechi didn’t do much, even as he stood within his line of sight. He cleaned the dirt out from under his nails, examined them for any signs of blood, and began to empty his pockets to prepare for his shower. Not a glance nor a smirk tossed out to the phantom thief that sat out in the cold with his pants now undone and his semi-hard cock in his palm. Meanwhile, the dark-haired stalker mused, Surely he doesn’t know. I mean, he’s a cop, he wouldn’t let me just stalk him, would he? He’d frame me for something to get rid of me. To himself, even as he began to slowly stroke himself just to keep his dick warm, some spit applied so that the friction was a bit smoother.

Yet, with each loosened button of the detective’s crisp, white shirt, Akira’s grip on himself grew tighter and his strokes a bit faster. The ease granted by his own spit swift to dissipate beneath the heat of his palm. Even if the winter air around him should’ve countered the warmth beneath his skin. But, even if it didn’t, the contrast of the cold air on his achey cock against the warmth of the rest of his body did something all on its own to the ravenette.

Which, mingled and mixed with the thrum of electricity that zipped into his veins when Akechi finally let the expensive button-up fall to the floor of his room. The detective’s well-muscled, lightly tanned chest exposed to the stalker as if to purposely feed into the fantasies that swirled through the ravenette’s head. Together, the two sensations seemed to co-conspire to draw out a lewd moan and give the phantom thief away to the brunette. Yet, that didn’t stop the show. Regardless of Akira’s state, Akechi continued to undress with the unzip of his pants and the slow, careful fiddling of the button of his pants.

Oh come on, how do you not know how to undo your own pants? Akira thought at the brunette while he watched him struggle so helplessly to get the metal button through the small opening. His hand’s steady strokes firm and slow as he waited, only sped up when the detective finally got his pants loose and let them slip ever so slightly down his hips to reveal the waistband of his boxers.

However, before he could drop them entirely like he had his shirt, Akechi must’ve remembered something, because he left the view of the window to head towards his closet with nothing for the eager ravenette to cling to but the few centimeters more of boxer that he could glimpse before his darling left his sight. And, for a long, painful moment, Akira feared that he’d opt to change out of sight so that the stalker would be stuck with a chilled hard-on and the flu. But, thankfully, Akechi did return, and while he was missing his pants, the ravenette could still milk his anticipation just a bit longer because his boxers were still on.

So, while he’d missed the slow reveal of his darling’s lightly scarred skin, he could still edge himself just a bit longer in the time it took for Akechi to talk on his phone. He could still take the time to study the subtle, mesmerizing curves of the muscles in his arms, or the many, many scars that the detective had earned from his job and his hobby. Or, maybe he could just admire the vague outline of his darling’s cock in the fabric of his cliché, boring ass blue boxers, the way that the breathable fabric hugged his asscheeks. All the while, his hand never stopped its movements.

It was almost enough to make Akira dizzy. The restless thrum of need, the tight squeeze of his fingers around his twitchy cock, the near sadistic chill that swept in to wash away whatever warmth his palm gave, it made the dark-haired phantom thief’s breath quicken like a dog’s. All while Akechi did little more than sway from foot to foot with his back to the stalker, completely oblivious to the man’s lewd game while he talked away on his cellphone.

God damn it, will you hang up already, motherfucker? Before I orgasm? Akira thought with a glare to the brunette. Who seemed to hear the impatient thought, because not a moment after he’d strung the words together, he did finally hang up the call and tossed his phone back towards his fancy bed. Once he had, his thumbs hooked into the elastic band of his boxers.

In that instant, Akira’s heart leapt into his throat. His hand forced to a stop so that he didn’t orgasm at something as slight as a mere inch more of Akechi’s flesh. That way, the stalker could thoroughly drink in the slow, teasing reveal of the man’s well-defined ass and the way that the fabric slid down the detective’s lightly tanned legs, even if that left his erection to freeze in the winter night. After that though, he let himself return to a slower pace with a gentler grip on himself. Something just firm enough to return some warmth to his twitching cock, but not enough for the sudden shift in temperature to instantly shove him over the edge before he even got a glimpse of Akechi’s dick.

Which, the detective, again, took his sweet time to reveal. Which, again, made the ravenette debate if his darling knew he was being watched, because it wasn’t normal for him to linger so long in front of an uncovered window without so much as turning around. Come on, please, please, please hurry up. I can’t wait much longer. Especially if you know I’m fucking out here, Akechi! The phantom thief plead, a small shiver seemingly a confirmation of that thought. Yet, this time, the brunette must’ve ignored his psychic signals, because all he seemed to do was fiddle with his shoulder-length hair or something that Akira couldn’t see on his face.

So, it wasn’t the view of his darling’s cock that shoved Akira over the edge, it was the continued tug-o-war between the temperature of his erection. The warmth of his strokes, then the sadism of the winter’s chill, then the returned salve of warmth on such tender, engorged flesh until the next tidal wave of heat to zip up his length was his orgasm instead of his hand.

While the dark-haired man managed to swallow down his moans, the sheer force of the release? The rush of oxytocin and seratonin that seemed to wash reality away? He had a harder time against that onslaught. So, when he came down from the high to find himself in the snow between the roots of the tree with Akechi giving him a smug wave and grin from his window, Akira wasn’t entirely surprised. Still gonna kill that bastard one of these days, though…

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #Akeshu #Yandere!persona 5 protagonist x Goro Akechi #persona 5 protagonist x Goro Akechi #scenario #ask #Goro Akechi #Ren Amamiya #Akira Kurusu #yandere #not sfw #lemon #minors do not interact #spicy #mdni #kinktober 2024 #kinktober #kinktober2024

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bougiebutchbitch · 2 years ago

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Fuck it, okay, they’re Yondu-feels.

Just. Imagine.

Your parents sold you into slavery as a baby.

You are to become a cybernetic soldier, fighting for your imperialistic masters. You’ve known nothing but hardship, struggle and trauma. No one cares for you. No one protects you. You have no childhood - you grow up quick and you grow up alone.

At some point, you escape. A bunch of rowdy space pirates take you in - your first friends, your first crew, your first family. You want to help them. You want to impress them. You want to impress the whole damn galaxy.

You’re not just a slave anymore. You’re a Ravager.

So, you work your way up. You get your own crew, you take your own jobs. Still, there is Code to be aware of. Laws even among thieves.

The first and foremost law is close to your heart, as well as that of many others from your gang of outcasts and misfits, the castaways of the galaxy:

Don’t ever deal in kids.

You don’t think much of it. Like you’re gonna push little babies into the sort of hell you crawled your way out of.

But that isn’t the way the old god sells it to you, is it?

“They’re my children,” says Ego. “They have no one else - their mothers are mortal, and they’ve passed away. But I can care for my wayward offspring. With me, they will have family again. With me, they will be loved.”

So, you bring him one child.

And another.

They’re all so excited to meet their daddy, and Ego pays a sweet fuel-fee, with bonuses for swift delivery.

But eventually, you start to suspect. Because every time you drop a new kid off, there’s never any sign of the others. By the time you realize (by the time you stop denying what you’ve been a part of) it’s far too late. Your friends know. And they hate you for it.

One fucking rule. One rule above all others. And you broke it.

You’re out. Stripped of the flame, banished from the fleet. Your new family - gone. Your future - ruined. You’ll even be barred from their afterlife.

But you still have your ship. You still have your crew - the dregs of them, anyway; thieves and killers and far, far worse. And there’s a new message on the comms from Ego. Telling you about another kid of his - a son, on a backwater planet called Earth...

You scoop the brat up. Of course you do - if you didn’t, another merc would. One who’d actually deliver him to his daddy.

He’s a sobbing wreck. Ma just died, or whatever. Plus, apparently alien abduction is pretty traumatic.

Half your crew wanna take him to Ego for one last paycheck. The other half wanna toss him out the airlock. They certainly don’t think he’ll be useful, and your insistence that he be kept on as crew is met with scoffs and sneers. Accusations that you’re becoming the one thing you can never, ever afford to be: soft.

So, you yell at the kid until he quits crying. You tell him he oughta be grateful to you, since you stopped your crew from eating him alive (slight exaggeration, but hey. You’ve always had an odd sense of humor.)

You smack him around, too. Not for the fun of it - just trying to teach him how to fight. You’ve gotta toughen up this squishy little Terran. You can’t let him be soft either, because the galaxy won’t be soft on him.

Even when you give him presents, they’re guns.

Years pass. The kid grows into a somewhat decent thief. He has plenty of opportunities to run back to his primitive planet, but he never does. You tell yourself that means he’s happy. Hell, you gave him the entire galaxy! He oughta be grateful.

But it doesn’t change the fact that you can’t ruffle his hair, except when you’re alone. Can’t hug him when he cries or tell him how proud of him you are. Can’t tell him you’re so glad that he keeps dancing, keeps laughing, keeps smiling.

It doesn’t change how he takes his Milano out on longer joyrides every time, like he’s considering not coming back.

(Not that he’d run. He knows you’d hunt him to the ends of the universe.)

Your lone, exiled crew make a name for themselves, working the worst jobs around - the ones the others in your old gang won’t touch. Which is good, because anyone who deals with you immediately loses the right to deal with the other 99 factions. That’s your punishment.

(As much as you resent it, you can’t deny it’s deserved. When you confront Stakar, years later, on a planet of neon and snow, you still won’t be able to look him in the eyes).

The ship is held together with rust and hope, and every time an old, trusted crewmate dies, they’re replaced with a scummier, crueller one. You rule with an iron fist. First hint of weakness, and they’ll be on you like sharks. They’ve gotta be tough to survive life as an outlaw - but you’ve gotta be toughest of the lot, to survive them.

You certainly can’t be seen to care for the Terran.

But you do, anyway.

When he finally betrays you (steals from you, deserts you) he knows damn well you’ll come for him with everything you’ve got. You demand that the bounty be alive, not dead, telling yourself it’s so you can kill him yourself. You race to save him when he’s dying, telling yourself the same. You punch him in front of your crew, but grin when he makes you an offer to make all your money back, with interest.

Fool kid ropes you into saving the entire galaxy. Little thanks you get for it. He robs you again and makes his own way, with his own crew - and as you open the orb and realize the little shit outsmarted you one last time, you can’t help but grin, because you know this ain’t goodbye.

Goodbye comes later, on a monster of a planet you’ve flown to far too many times before.

By now, you’ve lost everything. Your crew. Your rep. Your weapon.

All that’s left is him.

And as you fly him up through the atmosphere -

As you slap the spacesuit onto his chest instead of your own -

As freezing tears bud at the corner of your eyes because you know you’re exiled from the afterlife of your kind, and as he screams ‘no’ in your ear when he realizes what you’ve done -

All you can do is cup his face as you die, and stare into the eyes of your son.

#gotg #yondu #yondu udonta

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eldritch-shitposting · 1 year ago

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Someday I'll get around to writing some sort of worrying Magnus Archives and Yugioh crossover. I just can't decide if Yugi is aligned with the Eye or the Dark. Obviously he's super vulnerable to the Lonely, but that's more the Fear that would devour him than the Fear that would empower him.

Meanwhile, Yami is the Dark, no questions asked. though the pair of them have some real big Stranger energy with the unsettling twin thing going on.

Thief King is the Desolation, hands down. Burn it All. The. Fuck. Down. Though he does do a lot of string pulling, I wouldn't actually put him with the Web. More like Desolation aligned with the Web so he can get to the Burn It All Down stage of his plan. I mean, it's really hard to kill a dude who is a shadow living in a fucking puzzlebox.

Mokuba is real vulnerable to being devoured by the Dark, but honestly, I wanna say he'd align with the Web. He's a scheming little shit.

Seto, meanwhile, doesn't have Web energy at all. To be fair, he's got big ass "FUCK FATE" energy. Gozabura was clearly a servant of the Slaughter and the whole Death T thing has big Slaughter energy. But that's the part of him that Yami Mind Breaks, isn't it? The Seto we get after that? He's actually got big Hunt energy. Always pursuing his opponent, his victory. Just because he doesn't want to eat his prey doesn't make him any less of a Hunter.

Ishizu is so obviously Web that it hurts.

Marik is super vulnerable to being devoured by the Buried. Hell, all of the Ishtars are. Marik also hates the Dark. I'd say Yami Marik aligns with the Slaughter, but the non-psycho version? I'd actually say the Vast. Going from the tight and impossible spaces of the Buried to throwing people off of blimps amiright

Ryou is a tricky one. The GM part of his nature seems pretty web, but that's only one interpretation and a later one, really. I actually want to put him in the Lonely, with the way he fades into the background of every narrative. He's there, but so easily forgotten, constantly. It's either that or the End.

Tea, Joey, and Tristan are all a little harder to peg. They have a lot of Protagonist energy that makes them harder to nail down what kind of otherworldly horror entity they'd go with. Where I'd want to put them would depend on what is happening in the narrative, but mostly all three of them scream 'hapless person who gets utterly wrecked by dark powers surrounding them' so, I mean. There's that.

Weevil is so Corruption it's not even funny.

No, wait, it's hilarious.

#yugioh #the magnus archives #crossover

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sugarsquirrelcookie · 2 years ago

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Cookie Run: Ovenbreak 2022 Cookies Ranked From Worst to Best:

Now before I actually get to the ranking, I just want to say that this year of Ovenbreak has been a rough one. Sure a lot of the cookies we got have great designs but just about every update was either a lame rehash of a past event done worse, or something new but executed really poorly.

For the most part, these cookies will be ranked based mostly on design/personality but they’re game play style and the update they came out in will also be taken into account.

Last thing I wanna say is that this is all just my opinion and not some definitive list to be taken seriously.

Without further ado let’s begin:

22. Candlelight Cookie:

Well someone has to be bottom of the barrel and sad to say that’s this cookie. If the 6th anniversary update wasn’t so bad Candlelight’s update would probably be considered the worst for me. Not only was that update lackluster, Candlelight as a character just doesn’t stick out. Boring personality plus boring gameplay/story equals a pretty underwhelming cookie…

21. Lilybell Cookie:

In all honesty I feel bad for Lilybell. Not only was she overshadowed by Poison Mushroom in her update, but also by BlueLily in terms of narrative and character growth (also coming out in the years most controversial update doesn’t help either). She was definitely a cookie that went just as quick as she came. The only reason I think she’s above Candlelight is because I actually like her design and personality. (I also like the theory’s of her and Blue Lily having some connection to White Lily from Kingdom)

20. Choco Ball Cookie:

Honestly a cookie I wanted to like but yet, here we are. Don’t get me wrong, he’s okay as a character but man I just didn’t like his part in the story. Being a natural born soccer star doesn’t give you the right to act like a showboating jerk. I also don’t like his skill either. Was never really fond of skills that take timing and delays to fully utilize (Yeah yeah that’s a skill issue on my end but point still stands). But hey at least he dabs.

19. Peperoncino Cookie:

This is about to sound strange but I feel like Peperoncino came out in the wrong update. With as interesting as his character is I don’t think his story should have just been one giant advertisement for the first legendary treasure. At least his interactions with Cauliflower towards the end of the story were fun. He’s also another cookie who suffers from having to perfectly position his skill so he’s not really that fun to use. Despite all of this I still hope we can see more of his story someday.

18. Crowberry Cookie:

I hate to phrase it this way, but I feel like Crowberry is just diet Roguefort. It’s a thief but just not as charming or charismatic. The character didn’t quite stick out to me either but unlike Candlelight, the design is at the very least appealing. It’s just weird how they popped in and out of meta for certain events and even got a costume within the same year they were released.

17. Cherry Ball Cookie:

One of the few things Cherry Ball has going for her is her design and personality. There isn’t much else to say about her really. The only thing that pins her so low is again, the kinda high skill ceiling her skill has. Although I do like how her, Cherry and Cherry Blossom are related (Someone has to be the tame one compared to the other 2). Also is it just me or does her trial theme music remind me of Mario Party music.

16. Blue Lily Cookie:

Another cookie I don’t really have that many thoughts on despite how new they still are. Her skill is fine (RIP Mole Maniac) and her design is pretty solid, though definitely could have used a little more blue. Im not the hugest fan of her personality though. But hey, at least she’s guaranteed a costume soon.

15. Rambutan Cookie:

If I’m being honest, Rambutan is in a pretty weird spot for me. On one hand, I do like her. She’s got a pretty solid design and great personality. Her skill also isn’t that bad (though I wish my brain would quit mixing up the buttons). Overall she is a solid addition to the cast.

On the other hand, she really did peak in her own update. After her, the guild squad, and Gingerbrave’s group all merged together, she kinda fell to the background, only having relevance when Lychee was involved. I can only hope that her story gets a good ending.

14. Rebel Cookie:

Unfortunately I never got the chance to play LINE Cookie Run so I never really got the chance to know Rebel. That being said he is also a nice addition to the cast. I like the subtle design tweaks he got from his LINE design, and his super epic costume is one of my favorites from this year. The only reason he’s down this low however is once again, his play style is not too fun for me and the massive grind fest the Yakgwa Village update was. (Also playing him in raid run wasn’t fun either)

13. Snakefruit Cookie:

Snakefruit is also another weird one for me. Part of me doesn’t really care for them in the grand scheme of things but even I can’t deny how much of a big role they played in the Lustrous Longan Palace update. Their design is nice and their ability is fun to use. One of the few cookies I actually wouldn’t mind seeing a super epic costume for. I wonder if they’re gonna show up when Gingerbrave and co try to confront Longan again in the future or are they just..ya know…gone.

12. Lollipop Cookie:

How on earth Lollipop ended up this high is honestly quite surprising to me. Cause in essence, she should be lower since her design and ability isn’t nothing to write home about. But what puts her much higher is her story (and to an extent Butterbear). The idea of the once being an abandoned doll only to be fixed and brought to life by Butterbear is honestly so heartwarming. He is just as much a holiday miracle to her as she is to him and it’s just super wholesome.

11. Cauliflower Cookie:

Cauliflower is such a guilty pleasure for me. Her positive attitude and overall optimism is just so adorable. And her oblivious nature is just so funny to me (honestly me for real.) She definitely is a cookie I wouldn’t mind seeing more of if it means we get more of her research escapes.

The only thing i do have to dock points for is her skill. While not bad by any means, sometimes it can just pop up at the wrong moments, causing you to either miss important rainbow bears, or miss her skill jellies entirely trying to get high scoring jellies.

10. White Ghost Cookie:

Ha ha funny slide animation go brrrrr. Ok jokes aside I walked away liking White Ghost more then I thought I would. While the event itself was a bit of a chore, I actually kinda liked the “Spooky live footage” vibe the story gave off. That, and White Ghost and Black Garlic’s interactions were sweet.

White Ghost as a whole just seems to be packed with so much easter eggs, from her design inspirations, her multiple sliding animations, and of course, not showing up on the E-Z Camera. Her only downside is that her ability is a little awkward to use. Other then that, another solid addition to the cast.

9. Butterbear Cookie:

Huh, 2 NPC’s in one update. Not that that’s bad thing. Now right out the gate the only that bugs me about ButterBear is his ability seems to take too long to charge. Maybe Im just crazy but who knows. Other then that no major complaints. His design is simple but for what he does it definitely works out better for him. I also like how it’s heavily implied that ButterBear used to be a holiday cookie at one point. I mean, in a way he still is but now he just helps with making toys. His interactions with Lollipop and Eggnog are wholesome and pretty much solidifies his spot this high up.

8. Vagabond Cookie:

Honestly Vagabond is such a fun cookie me. He’s so laid back and relaxed. Definitely a cookie I’d vibe with. I also like his ability, since I’m a HUGE fan of rhythm games. All that plus the little hint in the story where he mentions his family being wrongly arrested elevated him from just a fun guy, to a fun guy with mystery. Really the only thing that drags him down is the grind fest update leaving a bad taste in my mouth.

7. Dr. Bones Cookie:

Great tingly bones do i adore this scrunkly! Dr. bones is quite a funny cookie when you get down to the fact that this confirms that cookies do in fact: HAVE BONES (ok this has probably been confirmed in the past at one point but let me have this). Dr. Bones is just such a funny and charming cookie with their over the top diagnosis. Their ability is even funny in the sense that they actually resuscitate other cookies back to life. And with their pet having a revive skill, it’s no wonder that this doctor still sees tons of play.

6. Pizza Cookie:

Dr. Bones may be silly and funny, but Pizza is just down right relatable. As an overworked underpaid retail worker I totally get the struggle. While I don’t go to school, i can imagine that juggling both a job and schoolwork can’t be easy, or fun. While she definitely isn’t as high scoring or still in the meta as Dr. Bones, her dry personality and just how relatable she is really left a strong impression on me. Here’s hoping Pizza gets rest soon. (Also this doesn’t count towards anything but if you run her in the Lustrous Longan Palace breakout, you’re technically forcing her to deliver pizza during the end of the world 😋)

5. Lychee Dragon Cookie:

The absolute scrunkly if I’ve ever seen one. Realistically speaking, Lychee Dragon kinda shares the same problem I had with Rambutan but considering their role in the story i think it’s more fitting for Lychee to slither into the background, acting as a sorta penultimate boss before the final boss (which is Longan in this case). Lychee just overall left a strong impression on me, both in terms of story and just how long they sat in the meta. Though I do wonder why the sudden design change. The final version of Lychee Dragon we got isn’t bad by any means, I’m just curious to see what the full beta version looks like.

4. Poison Mushroom Cookie:

All right I’ll admit it, Poison Mushroom is probably this high due to kingdom bias. Kingdom bias aside Poison Mushroom is just too adorable to sink any lower. Their costume is cute as well (as well as the one Licorice got to match). While yes, the anniversary update was a complete disaster, at least Poison Mushroom was entertaining.

My only major gripe and really the only thing keeping them out of the top 3 is: WHY ON EARTH DID DEVSISTERS THINK IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO GIVE THEM VOICE ACTING?! It’s uncanny at best and infuriating at worse (Like Shroomy Boi I love you but if you don’t stop talking I’m gonna scream). And worst of all when you turn off the voice acting, you get no sounds at all. See the thing that makes Kingdom unique compared to Ovenbreak is the voice acting and injecting it into Ovenbreak is just a weird move to make. I can only hope Poison Mushroom is the only Kingdom Cookie to get this treatment otherwise I don’t think I want anymore Kingdom cookies in Ovenbreak.

3. Longan Dragon Cookie:

And here we are in the top 3. All the hype surrounding the ivory dragon’s awakening was worth the wait in my opinion. First off, Lustrous Longan Palace has such a banger soundtrack. From the remixes we get of the other dragon’s themes, to even the theme of the Longan palace itself (the palace gates OST being my favorite). Just about every song in this breakout slaps.

But onto Longan themself. Their design and personality is so intimidating, and I love it! Even their ability, which we are able to catch a glimpse of their dragon form is awesome and being the first dragon with a costume, i must say it’s cool looking and the angst potential is so there. Truly a threat the rivals even the Cookies of Darkness themselves.

2. Black Garlic Cookie:

Black Garlic is so funny. Ok first off, her interactions are golden, from the funny ones with her livestream, to the sweet ones with White Ghost. Her skill is also unique in the sense that any, and i mean ANY jelly caught in the box when her camera goes off gets collected (which I just figured out yesterday). Also can we talk about the fact that her chat during her skill consists of cookies who should definitely not have access to a computer let alone know what one is (Dark Enchantress, Millennial Tree, Longan Dragon, ect). Then theres her champions league skin. I like how she clearly just breaks into places she’s not supposed to be in all for the name of ghosts. She is definitely a Cookie I wouldn’t mind seeing again.

1. String Gummy Cookie:

You all saw this one coming.

Even though Operation: Save the Future was a bit of a downgrade from the first Operation: Timeguard event, the event still managed to hold my attention and intrigue. Both Croissant and Timekeeper were on point in this update but the real star of the show was Definitely String Gummy. While stern and serious, he definitely does leave a strong impression from his entrance alone (he really did say cookiegun didn’t he). All jokes aside, he’s and all around great cookie. His ability is also great to use as well.

What really sells him though is the story. String Gummy goes through so much to try and put a stop to the time manipulators, and as you learn more about him and his connections to the director, you kinda begin to feel for him. Even with the choice of keeping him in the past or letting him go back to the future, both endings are not really great options. You keep him in the current timeline, he don’t get closure. You send him back to the director, he gets to watch them die in front of him and go back to the past. No matter what option you pick String Gummy gets screwed no matter what. He’s such a tragic character and I honestly want to see where his story goes if Millennial Tree’s relationship chart is anything to go by: “I hope this child’s future isn’t too cruel.”

Anyway there you have it. The 2022 Ovenbreak cookies ranked from worst to beat. I know it’s a little late and we’re already knee deep into the first update of 2023 but hey I’ve never done so much character analysis before and my brain is pooped. If this does well, I MIGHT do one for the 2022 Kingdom Cookies but don’t hold your breath on that.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak #squirrel does character analysis #I’m not tagging all these guys #but if there’s anything missing or misgendered let me know #I’ve been using the wiki but I know how iffy that is sometimes

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the-unconquered-queen · 1 year ago

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I know this might be reaching and I have not read CoP II that far yet BUT - please bear with me for a second - what if the illegitimate child is a) one that is older than all the Thorne-siblings (and there might be some clause to incorporate them into the royal line even if you aren't related to the acting monarch by blood?), b) the one lower than Tristan (and the favourite) or (and this is the wildest theory yet, so sorry about that) c) it was Julianna herself? (I know the last one is wildly out of character/story concept but it would would also fit with the latest problematic thinking from PB on several other things)? I know the last one is kinda unrealistic but also ... ? (Also, seprate issues: Dirty Little Secrets sounds like Desperate Housewives in all the best first season glory and I kinda like it; and I feel very conflicted about my BOLAS replay rn where I romance Mal, where Aerin might be a viable option as a love interest ... I will have to replay this several times to get all my couples won't I? I DO NOT have enough time for this!)

Splitting this answer into parts

1) There’s the possibility that the secret love child is someone other than the known Thornes, but when you think about it, who have we met that could fit the bill? The only non-Thornes MC has interacted with all book are basically Juliana’s moms, Eveline, Ruby, Luke, and the jewel thief—no one who could make for an interesting enough reveal (we could still meet more people but we’re probably more than halfway through the book and the setup would need to be satisfying), so I’m more inclined to think it’s someone already in the family who everyone thinks is Maksim’s child. If it’s not, though, then yeah, it would have to be someone either older than Trystan or someone younger who would be second in line for the throne, otherwise the whole succession thing doesn’t matter anyway. And while Juliana would be an interesting twist, I don’t think PB has the guts to include the reveal that Trystan’s first love was an incestuous relationship with their half-sister. And in-universe, I doubt the queen would have allowed it, let alone arranged that engagement.

2) I’ve never actually watched that, so I wouldn’t know, but I hear people comparing it to Pretty Little Liars, which I have also never watched. I’m looking forward to it coming out for everyone and just avoiding all spoilers in the meantime.

3) I feel you big time. I’m in essentially the same conundrum myself rn. My last pt (the one that would be imported into b2) had my MC end up solely with Tyril, but I really want to romance Mal (I have some scenes with Mal bought already from my first pt and I really, really love him and wanna romance him). Also I’m like 99% sure Aerin is the other new LI and just imagine how delicious his route will be (the special dialogue after his betrayal if he likes MC is so GOOD and I already have his scene bought).

The problem is that I have an elf MC, and according to Blades canon, monogamous elf lovers are really rare and essentially soulmates, and I really want my MC to have that with Tyril. I wish I knew if they’d acknowledge whether you have that bond or not (kind of like the PM ending where you get diff dialogue depending on whether you’re monogamous or poly) so I could know whether to stay on this path or if it really doesn’t matter if I go for other LIs too. I had planned to have more pts before b2 because I never expected it to come out as early as Sept 1, so that plan’s gone bust. I have just enough time to do one last pt to carry into b2 but I’m too indecisive about what I wanna do, because since some scenes in Blades are only for one LI (coded for your main), it’s not like I would get to experience Mal’s full route if I also have Tyril as an LI, so I don’t know what to do at all.

#ask #answered

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greentrickster · 2 years ago

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...thought about this some more, because of who I am as a person, and came up with more stuff. >>U

Okay, so, first off, Phoenix actually lands on his feet pretty well after the knowledge of demons is made public, just because he’s been Monkey King’s lawyer for awhile now. Likewise, Edgeworth also rolls with it because he’s dating Phoenix, so he also knew. A result of this is that, due to Edgeworth’s foresight, Phoenix has done a few barters for his services over the years with Monkey King wherein he got paid with legal texts regarding the various non-human legal systems over the years, on the grounds that, as his lawyer, he needs to be prepared for this stuff.

This was genuinely just Edgeworth trying to make sure he and Phoenix were both prepared in case of classical Monkey King Shenanigans (you better believe they read through the entire Journey to the West in record time after Phoenix got hired and everyone in the friend group got copies for New Years for unspecified reasons)... except then the DBK family and MK thing happened, and suddenly they are the only lawyers in the city with any idea how to handle this insanity. Which is a relief to the more human citizens and a shock to the demonic ones when confronted by mortals who actually know the intricacies of their laws. Miles puts up a better front than Phoenix, but there’s a lot of internal screaming at the office (and external screaming when they get home for the night) those first few months for both of them.

In regards to other members of the gang, Larry actually also knows Pigsy (though more recently than Phoenix does), because they fall for all the same demoness’ traps. Larry views Pigsy as a sort of friendly rival in the world of romance, and will generally greet him with a big old ‘Hi, Buddy!’ whenever he sees they’re caught together again. Pigsy, in contrast, has a more ‘Oh, it’s You’ response to Larry.

Kay definitely has a three-legged-crow somewhere in her ancestry, but other than that I’m a little unsure how to handle her, just because LMK is absolutely a Chinese setting and while the three-legged-crow exists in Chinese, Japanese, and Korean folklore and mythology, it’s not the same three-legged-crow, and I’m not sure what the best direction to take with this would be, given that Yatagarasu is the Japanese variation, but LMK is very solidly set in Chinaese mythology (which I don’t want to detract from). And also because, you know. Real World History involving these nations. o_oU Don’t wanna step on any toes or cause distress just ‘cause I’m too Canadian to realize I’m doing something wrong until too late. She’s definitely still a Great Thief, however, and she’s pulling heists to steal the truth even as all this gods and demons nonsense goes on around her.

On more solid ground, Trucy is still learning sleight-of-hand magic, but also actual magic-magic. Girl found herself some books and she has been studying. She’s not very strong yet, because she’s still young and doesn’t have a proper teacher, but she’s got the talent and drive to be equally skilled in both of her crafts. At the moment, she benefits from being able to easily and quickly shift between illusory magic and actual magic, which can make it much harder for those not in the know to judge the true extent of her powers. She’s about the same age as MK and Mei, but she doesn’t know them.

Finally, Phoenix absolutely has at least a drop or two of actual phoenix blood in him, which is 100% why Monkey King hired him. Not because of like calling to like or anything, but because, “Oh, hey, you might actually survive being my lawyer for a decent amount of time!” (Because being the Monkey King’s lawyer sounds like... just such a dangerous job. So so dangerous.) This comes with the minor catch that now Monkey King has to deal with the fact that he has a lawyer who’s trying to keep him on task about certain things that he doesn’t want to be kept on task about.

For his part, Phoenix can’t believe he’s at a point in his life where he has to point out to one of his clients, “You can literally be in two places at once, can’t you just send one of your hair clones down to do your paperwork, please?”

Okay, Lego Monkie Kid goes way too hard for it to be as hard to get your hands on as it is State-side. Like- the characters, the animation, the action, the humour, and an absolutely fantastic spin on/continuation of Journey to the West! I’ve been watching it on and off since the first season came out, but it’s one of those shows I have to be careful about because I go from 0 to 9001% invested in the space of two minutes and that’s a lot. Furniture is expensive, I can’t afford to regularly chew all of mine up over a single show, you know? Gotta make this stuff last!

Anyway, if you’re interested, you can find all of seasons three and four over on the completely free HappyKids app (which is, in a surprise twist… actually, genuinely free as far as I can tell and also has an impressive amount of Ninjago on it if you’re fond of that series already). As for the first two seasons, they’re available on Amazon Prime, so that’s where you should watch them, not, I repeat not, on www. wcoforever. net / anime / monkie-kid where the first three seasons and pilot that starts all this off are available for free. Because that would be, you know. Bad.

Oh, and did I mention the Monkey King is voiced by Son Goku’s English VA in this series? Because he is, and they’re using the Son Goku voice combined with the Sun Wukong character, and it’s amazing.

#lego monkie kid #ace attorney #phoenix wright #lmk monkey king #miles edgeworth #kay faraday #trucy wright #lmk sun wukong #larry butz #The Monkey King's Ace Lawyer AU

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eveenstar · 2 years ago

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Can i request for eyeless jack with a demon SO :DD thank you

Heya! This request has been on my mind for a while. I just ✨️had✨️ to do it. Hope you like it!

Eyeless Jack with a demon S/O | Headcanons

Alright so this is a very unique mix, not only because Jack is a cryptic but also because you're technically higher than he is on the "food chain".

You're probably a lesser demon, you know, just minding your own business and maybe helping a few witches here and there. That's how you met Jack! It wasn't actually that pretty, the first meeting. He had broken into your favourite witch's home while you were happily feeding off whatever food she had left on your mini altar, and once the strange energy passed by you like a clinging plague, you lashed out at him.

Like I said; it wasn't pretty. Objects were thrown, Jack was lifted up from the ground and against the wall and you were sure you would've killed him right there had your witch not distracted you, and causing Jack to slip past your fingers and leave through the same window he used to come in. That was the moment you noticed he was no ordinary thief, but a cryptic, due to the way his body twisted and moved - like a starved beast.

You didn’t see Jack for a while, even after you lingered around the house while helping setting up protection symbols and spells. It was during a walk through the woods that his energy signature invaded your senses, softly, like a breeze. Being a demon, one doesn’t fear any beings lesser than you, so you followed the signature that led you to a cave system, hidden away by moss, vines and tall bushes.

Jack didn’t see you come in; unless the demon shows itself, no one can see it. The cryptic was too busy eating away a plate full of fresh organs to notice the sudden change in the ambience.

Click click. His hollow eye sockets met yours - that was interesting, you thought, he was so...humanly monstrous. Jack was fast to act - like a ravenous dog whose home had been intruded, he reached for his make shift knife.

After the realization hit, the cryptic was confused (although he refused to allow you to see it) as to why there was a being such as you in his den. That was the bloom of a relationship.

Jack is a unique cryptic and it is one of the things that fascinate you the most. You have been around for hundreds, if not thousands, and so you have seen all sorts of creatures roaming Earth. But Jack, the one you fell in love with, is so much different.

Jack knows you're a demon, and he also knows you have witches who set up altars and offerings for you, which means you have preferences. That's okay. Jack has preferences too! Kidneys are his favourite organs so he'll try to share them with you.

It's up to you if you wanna eat organs with your cryptic cavemen boyfriend.

You and Jack set up a deal. Witches are totally off his hunting zone and you won't interfere with his meals. I mean, it's not like you care much for what he does to humans. You're not human either!

Bringing up the species difference again; Jack is not entirely fascinated by you, but he still acts like a somewhat curious puppy in the early stages of the relationship. When I say "curious puppy" I don't mean it in a cute way. He wants to know if he can do more...morbid stuff to you and if you can die.

Look, he's not stupid, but Jack's mind functions half a beast half a man. He has animalistic instincts and he's a creature of habit. This means he'll try to set up a very, VERY gruesome altar for you with human or animal parts, and organs. Oh, and blood, lots of it.

Honestly, not even I know if he does this to mock you or to actually praise you because he chose you to be his partner. Maybe both. His human half only knows mischief.

Parenthood is not possible. Demons can't crossbreed with any other species and Jack...is Jack. Even if it was possible, Jack would probably be aggressive with the kid because he's territorial of his space.

Moving on to a much more advanced stage of the relationships...Demons live forever. But unfortunately Jack is one of the few cryptics who aren’t immortal, but he does have a large lifespan so you can still enjoy a few decades together. You can see he's fairly young, at least in his 60s or 70s, because of the way he acts and plans. Don't worry, you two still have time.

To end this with a cherry on top; A demon and a cryptic dating is a VERY unique experience. It's very rare or maybe you two are the first ones to ever break boundaries! You two are so different but Jack's curious - yet morbid - nature make it a much more thrilling experience.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

#eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack headcanons #eyeless jack #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader

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dienamights · 4 years ago

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Ex’s and O’s | K.Bakugou

» Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader.

» Word count: 6.7K

» Genre: hurt/comfort, Smut MDNI, Prohero!au

» Summary: Its bad enough that you’re spending your ex-boyfriend’s birthday curled up in bed, wearing his merch, drinking away your sorrows, but what’s even worse is having your eardrums pierced by the blaring music upstairs at the party thrown just for him.

» Warning(s): Smut 18+ MDNI please, hurt/comfort, mentions of alcohol, dubcon since reader is under the influence while getting dicked down, drunk sex, oral sex and fingering (female receiving, we getting fed tonight), one pussy slap lol, manipulation, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

» Author’s notes: Hello! aaaah I’m actually pretty excited about posting this fic! First of all, its Bakuhoe’s birthday! and what better way to honor it than to feed you all some good ol angst sprinkled in with some good dickin’ down. Its been years since I’ve written smut and I’m actually really fuckin proud of it, yet real nervous but I hope you enjoy! Secondly, this fic is a part of Bakugous Birthday Bash! I’m so excited to read everyone’s work, thank you everyone for holding this event and allowing my ass participate to create this with you all ♡ be sure to read everyone’s contributions, I know it’ll be more than amazing since everyone worked so hard!

Happy Birthday to our favorite King Explosion Murder♡♡

Lastly, I wanna thank everyone for their support and helping me reach 200 followers already! You guys are the cutest thing ever and I promise I’ll update more frequent the minute I’m out of uni late june fml, thank you @tteokdoroki for giggling with me when i wrote cock for the first time lol

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Rolling out of bed and flailing onto the floor as a start of your day ensures you that the following 24 hours will ultimately suck ass. Getting up and readying yourself for the day by looking through one of your cardboard boxes for your favorite Dynamight hoodie, the back of your mind keeps nagging you, trying to remind you of something buried deep in your subconsciousness, and you have half a heart to try and remember, because for some odd reason, you feel so fucking weary, as if the few steps from your bed to your bathroom are somehow now endless miles, almost making you breathe out in relief after finally reaching it.

And as you are making your coffee, that odd feeling keeps annoying you again, prodding at your brain to remember something, something. And ultimately, that's when your eyes fall to the counter. You knew this day was coming and you were dreading it for months, so as you look at the calendar on your kitchen counter, you frown, the quote of the day you always love reading so much long forgotten when your eyes fall on the date.

“You’ve gotta be kiddin' me.” You mumble at the calendar on your counter hatefully with furrowed eyebrows, as if it would either reply or change its date, it doesn’t do either, and your lips curl downwards even further. As in immediate response, you pick up your phone, your coffee pot tossed aside as you dial the number of the only person you could think might help you right now.

“G’morning y/n -” you hear Kendo’s voice through your phone, and you honestly want to sob right then and there, but you hold yourself, barely and speak over her overly cheery voice first thing in the goddamn morning. “It's Kats- Bakugou’s birthday” you whimper at the slip up, being so used to the first name basis you were in with your now ex-boyfriend.

“Yeah, was kinda hoping you would’ve forgotten.” She sighs, tugging at her bangs and pulling back her phone to check the time. “Tell you what, I get off work in an hour, then I’m spending the day with you. I’ll get tequila, I know you love your shots.”

“Ken, it's like 10 right now..” you can’t help but pout, having alcohol in your system as an escape to help you forget about the entire day still sounding better than the urge to cry and crawl into a hole, even if it's at the start of your day. “Y'know what? Get those gummy worms I like too.” “Bet.” you hang up with a sigh, moving back to the kitchen to sift through your bubble wrapped kitchen utensils, barely forcing yourself to prepare breakfast as to not have your liquor on an empty stomach.

You loathe the fact that you remembered his birthday, always reminded of him no matter how long ago since you’ve last seen him, being the center of the media’s attention for years as the number 6 hero in japan has its perks, well, in his case, but to you? Nothing but trouble and heartache as every channel you flip through plasters his face, whether it be about some big rescue mission he partook in or a new rumor about a potential lover to the explosive hero, followed by him almost attacking a reporter, yelling to them about ‘needing to mind yer goddamn business and keep my fuckin’ name outta your mouths’. Therefore, you opted long ago to stay away from the TV to avoid seeing him, his captivating rubies for eyes, covered by that goddamn mask you like to push up to his forehead, sweeping his bangs away and exposing his sweaty forehead that he bumps against yours as he makes love to you, still in his hero costume, all battered and dusty and so incredibly hot you have to-

You grip your coffee mug tighter, almost to the point of breaking the handle off of it, placing it rather roughly onto the table before pushing your food away, appetite gone with the thought of whatever paradise you were thinking you were in before now long gone and never coming back, all because of you, of your action, of your mistake.

Kendo walks in with a bright smile on her face, as if her overly cheerful attitude will balance out the void you’re slowly but surely falling in. She shakes the bag of snacks in your face as you blink your eyes back into focus. Dragging your heavy feet across the floor to get to your kitchen to retrieve the shot glasses. Only kissing her cheek in thanks when you snatch away whatever it is she brought with her to lift your mood.

She eyes the boxes by your kitchen, the four placed haphazardly in your living room and the one you're using as a stool while filling your shot glasses, tongue sticking out to try and fill each one to the brim without spilling any on the new coffee table that she failed to notice before is still wrapped in bubble wrap that prevent any damage during the moving process.

“y/n…” you hum in response, a frown falling on your lips as the third glass spills a bit and the liquid pools on the plastic.

“Don't you think that you should’ve probably unpacked a while ago? Hasn't it been, what, five months?”

“I didn't know you were gonna come here to harass me about my life choices, Kendo”

She flinches away, your tone venomous, almost feeling it as a slap to her face, before leaning in when she sees your eyes start to water.

“If I did, that just means it's true… that just means it happened, and I did the stupidest thing- you know what,” you wipe the few tears that managed to escape away with the sleeve of your sweater, looking down at the shots in front of you. “It, it doesn't matter anymore just- can I just drink and try to forget about how my life has gotten nothing but fucking worse since the day I left him?”

You questioned your worth that one time, that one time all those months ago. Thinking that by doing what you did and leaving, he’d drop everything and run behind you, chase after you and win you back, but he didn't, and as you sit surrounded by the evidence of how much of a failure you find out you are without him, you regret ever questioning it, ever questioning him. Because to you, living in denial was so much better than whatever hell this is.

So all you could think of is to just drown yourself in alcohol until your mind is too numb to think of the possibilities of how you could have avoided this, how you could’ve been a less of shitty person, and stop imagining how your life would be now if you just swallowed all your insecurities and just stayed. Despite the neglect, despite not being prioritized, because in some weird twisted way, those lies held you with warmth that you were never able to find after uncovering the ugly truth you’re living in right now.

You lay on your living room floor, the alcohol swirling in your system and clouding your vision as you trace imaginary shapes in your ceiling, the voice of Kendo muffled as she rambles on and on about her day, the amount of outlaws she bitch slapped - a term she uses to get a laugh from you - and how she considers herself the unluckiest being in the whole world for having Monoma as a partner of all people, seriously contemplating who she should beat up first between him and the villains.

“Must be nice,” you voice, low and slow, scared of how Kendo would react to what you’re about to say, yet your intoxicated self unable to stop your mouth from uttering the words. “To have a purpose in life, to not be quirkless and lost like us.” your face twists in an ugly scowl at your ceiling, but mostly to yourself for putting a downer on whatever mood your friend is trying so hard to build, proven by the hitch of her breath before she enters your peripheral vision when she leans over you, all upside down and pouty.

“What’re you talki-” the shrill ringtone of her phone breaks you away from each other as she leaps to fetch it and silence the god forsaken thing by answering the call. “Battle Fist here, yes sir, I was partnered up with Phantom Thief for the patrol at area B, n-no sir I wasn’t informed.” Kendo breaths out in irritation, pinching the bridge of her nose as she starts tapping her feet aggressively on the floor, eyes falling onto yours when you look up at her all weary and sad, knowing what she would tell you once she hangs up. “That dumbass is gonna be the end of me I swear.” She crouches down to your level and kisses your forehead, promising to be back in the morning with hangover food, before she leaves and locks the door behind her.

Now you’re left all alone, back aching from laying on the hardwood floor and eyes watering as you feel your loneliness eating you up inside, the god awful music thumbing loudly in your ears followed by the cheer of people as you-

Music?

You sit up abruptly, groaning at the dizziness of the swift movement as your hands fly to cover your ears, a failed attempt of ensuring your brain doesn’t begin to spill out from them, because of the loud voices, the bass shaking your entire fucking apartment by how strong it is, and you curse yourself for falling for the scheme the landlord pulled you in, paying half of the rent everyone did, just because you lived right below the penthouse that hosted the loudest parties in the area, 4 days out of the fucking week.

The money hungry shameless bastard praised the apartment the minute it spiked your interest all those months ago, selling it so well you actually moved in the next week, anything to stop feeling like a burden to Kendo as you couch-surfed her apartment. Only to realize within that first week from your downstairs neighbors that he rents the penthouse to host parties of all sorts, and due to its location in the city, it was pretty popular, yet you didn’t have the money to move out again, nor the heart to concern your friend with your problems, as she was a hero with other responsibilities aside from taking care of your hopeless self.

So you get up, barely gathering yourself onto that elevator to tell off whoever the fuck will answer the door first to turn the music down. You pound the door with your fist repeatedly the minute you reach it, the door opening so suddenly you almost punch the man standing in front of you in the chest, the cool air created from the door cooling your warm cheeks as you squint at your victim for the day.

“Welcome!”

“Listen here, you buttfaced moron” you start to chew the person’s ear out, your sight blurring yet still able to notice how bright his hair is, how fiery and familiar it looks, and you’re certain you’ve seen it somewhere before. “I’m trying to drink away my regrettable life choices and cry over my ex-boyfriend, so if you would just turn down the-”

“y/n?” oh, that’s where. Your stomach drops as Kirishima looks down on you, the bright smile he flashed to whoever he was welcoming now dropped with his eyes almost bulging out at your presence, you both stand in silence, the boy unbuttoning the collar that suddenly feels like it has a chokehold on him while you cross your arms and hope the floor would swallow you a floor down back into the comfort of your home.

Kirishima basically is shutting down the second his eyes lay on you, breaking a sweat as your eyes never waver, despite how you fail to stay standing straight, what was he supposed to say? ‘Hey we’re throwing a birthday party for your ex-boyfriend because he's been feeling depressed from the day you dumped his ass’ ? No! He wouldn’t do that to his friend, but what was he gonna say now?

Well, he didn’t have to really think about what to say to you, because his other friend didn’t hesitate to push him forward, slurring something along the lines of ‘lettin the hot ladies in so they can take a look at the prettier blond, aka moi’. In his moment of panic, the redhead stumbles forward, his cup slipping from the tips of his fingers and meeting its doom by the floor, whatever was filling it now staining your pants as you both look at the mess between you.

“Woah bro, we said you gotta get’er wet but not- '' Denki's cackle stops him from continuing whatever filth he was gonna spew out - thankfully - before his eyes drop down to your chest, or more like what was covering it. “Hey! You a Dynamight fan? Hey Bakuhoe, comere for a sec.”

Dear God, move, for the love of all that's pure in this god forsaken world, move! Run!

All you could do is shake and breathe in short segments as your widened eyes meet his unamused ones, the garnets in his eyes glistening at your sight, he stands straight and so tall, suited up in his usual attire. Dressed for the occasion, words aren't able to describe his beauty. You try not to let your brain be dazzled by how incredibly handsome he looks. He is wearing a dress shirt, in the deep color of wine that complements his eyes, dress pants hugging his long legs, not to mention the open collar, and no tie. He looks like a long, lean Lothario.

At that your eyes drop down to the floor, specifically the now stained carpet, your hands wrenching the end of your hoodie to distract yourself from the piercing rubies that haunts your dreams.

You build up some courage, enough of it to lift your head to continue what you came here to do, so you open your mouth, and drop a few IQs while you’re at it. “The m-music is loud and m’tryin’ to sleep,'' you mumble, noting how Kirishima leans down to make up the words you are saying over the sound of the blaring music while Bakugou narrows his eyes at you as if disregarding his sight will make him hear you better. “So, if you could turn down the heat, that’d be,”

“You squiffed?” The blond grunts, leaning his face close to yours to inspect it, and he catches a whiff of alcohol in your breath, his eyebrows furrowing at your response. “No I'm not squinting-”

“Yeah you’re drunk alright,” he huffs at your less than intelligent reply, pushing his glass of whiskey - you figure since it's always been his drink of choice - against Kirishima’s chest, telling him to lower the fucking volume and grabs you by your bicep. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.” you stumble at the force used against you, no matter how weak it actually is, before you barely straighten yourself to push his hand away. “I can walk down all by myself, thank you.” Of course you’d expose where you live, you dumbass.

He doesn’t question your integrity, just continues to basically drag you to the elevator before pushing your apartment door open when you choose your floor, irked to find your misplaced trust in the people of the complex by not locking your door after leaving. He barges into your bedroom and tells you to change out of your fucked up pants and proceeds to saunter to your kitchen to get you water, eyeing the boxes that he comes across during that small trip.

He stands awkwardly by the door when he sees you standing in the middle of the bedroom, sifting through countless moving boxes with your pants on the floor, thrown next to a pile of clothes that he can only assume that its supposed to be your laundry ‘basket’, until you opt against wearing any since you can't seem to find anything to replace them. And when he asks you if you just moved in, his expression sours when you shake your head no and explain to him that you’ve been living for months in this space, after chugging that cup of water like you’ve been parched for days.

“Birthday party?” You ask out of the blue as you play with the strings of your hoodie, your ears perking up at the confirmation hum you receive. “Hmm, thas’cool… I-I guess.”

Bakugou’s impassive as he gently pushes you onto your bed, eyes meeting yours as he covers you up with your blanket. “Get some rest, I’m leaving.” He said, slowly stalking away from you and barely reaching your door as your big mouth talks on its own. Your body sitting up and facing his retreating back.

“That's what you always do, you always leave”, you utter and you see him stiffen his shoulders before he spins to face you, so fast you almost want to check up on him about getting a whiplash.

“Hah?” it's one syllable, but it shakes your very core, that one sound making you almost shake, overwhelmed by the amount of emotions, the amount of pain that one sound has. He steps closer to your bed, the stomps of his feet sounding like gun shots in your ear, and you pathetically lift up the blanket to cover yourself up, cowering behind it like it's some pseudo shield that might protect you from him.

“I’m the one that leaves?” he growls at you, his eyes sizing you up when you react to his forceful approach, leaning back to look down on you, but his lips are still curled in a frown, he tries to hold himself from blowing up at you, his feelings oddly enough still raw in his chest the moment he lay eyes on you the first time since you left, threw him away and walked away, probably finding someone better, probably finding someone who you tolerated, unlike himself, but when he sees you straighten up your back to rebuttal him, an automatic response to whenever he raised his voice at you from all those years ago, he knows he is in for a fight.

He snarls when you nod at him, your eyes hard and glaring up at him, not knowing that your silence is by your better judgement since you don't trust your voice, knowing it’ll fail you, probably crack and show him how much he actually is affecting you by his closed off posture and demeaning look down at your frame.

“Real fuckin’ rich of ya, y/n.” He snaps back, his hands brought up to his hair, tugging at it. “As if you didn’t pack your shit,” he kicks at yet another cardboard box fucking spewed in your room, noting its heavy weight when it didn't move but an inch by his action. “Dropped your keys by the fuckin’ door,” as an emphasis, he throws your apartment key at you, making sure it doesn’t actually hit you, but falls onto your lap. “And left. Without a single fuckin’ word, like I'm some lowlife who didn't deserve an explanation, like I didn't deserve anything! And-” that hurt, goddamn it.

Exhaling deeply, he focuses on how your eyes look a little less glossed over, a little more sober, but holding fear, and he almost steps back and out when he looks at how you’re fighting tears, almost wanting to bust his own kneecaps than to see you like this, always wanting nothing for you but to be happy, to never upset about anything no matter how small it might be.

Then why did you leave him? Left him to drown by his lonesome self, waves of his insecurities and sorrow crashing into him, pulling him even further down to his inevitable doom.

Despite the fact that you both yearn for each other, long to feel one another, engulf yourselves in the others presence. You both stand your ground, eyes glaring despite the emotions hidden behind them, mouths shut and curled into ugly scowls regardless of the words you wish to speak to each other, whispers of promises into each other's ears about being together forever, in spite of not knowing what the future holds.

Bakugou breathes out again, recalling all those months worth of coping mechanisms to exercise when placed in anger inducing situations like this one, the time in therapy spent to better himself, to control himself, to be the best version of himself, for you, hoping that one day you’ll pity him enough to want to come back, knowing full well he would never hold a grudge against you and welcome you back with open arms, intending to never repeat whatever it is he did that made you think of him as so unbearable you couldn't spent another day with him.

You on the other hand, are barely holding in the tears, wanting him to just leave your sight, so you can go back to the world of denial where he didn't look like straight out of a magazine, looking as captivating as always, as if your absence did not have an effect on the hero, of course it wouldn't, why would a quirkless extra have an effect on the great Katsuki Bakugou, that's what he used to call them, right?

“Just leave, Bakugou-” his ears pick up the way your voice breaks at his name, the way you utter it sounds so horrendous, because you aren’t meant to call him Bakugou, you’re meant to call him Katsuki, Katsu, Suki, your Suki. Not- “I hate you.”

The room suddenly spirals. The floor panels misalign themselves into zigzags. Bakugo’s eyes shatter like a glass window. He tries to hold himself against the tears that threaten to fall, stomach wrenching as if reaching from inside of his body, but it’s useless. He brings his hand up close to his chest and sinks his head, letting the words overtake him.

Oblivious to his internal struggle, you pile whatever courage you have left in another attempt to ask him to leave, aware that your body wouldn’t aid you in pushing him away physically, you open your mouth, only to gasp after a moment of silence when he pounces on you and grabs you by the neck, sliding a hand behind your head and leaning your face impossibly closer to his “you fuckin’ hate me? show me you hate me then,”

Then he's pressing his lips against yours, your half foggy mind all too surprised by the flow of motion you can only try to keep up with his feverish kisses, you try to pull away, to push him away, to no avail, Bakugou only stopping his assault on your lips to growl at them again “Show me then, hah?”

But he wouldn't even let you, his grasp on your neck loosening to circle around your back to push you to him even more. His kisses get more and more aggressive, trying his best to show you how much he was hurt by what you said, by what you did, after all this time, almost begging you to not let him have to voice out whatever he’s feeling because he would do so much of a worse job than he is doing now.

The hands you placed on his chest in a failed attempt to push him away are now just placed over his pecs, welcoming their warmth and the way they flex under your touch, your right hand clenching over where his thumping heart is, and he almost sighs in relief, the movement feeling like it holds together all the broken pieces of his heart to make it whole again.

Almost like that gesture calmed him down, Bakugou’s rough touches start to soften, very caring as they glide to your hips before sliding underneath your - oh my God it's your special edition Dynamight hoodie! His amused chuckle tickles your lips as he pulls away when he feels you stiffen at the realization, barely letting you breathe in ease until he places his lips against your ear. “Love how m’still the only one sprawled over yer tits.”

“But I still want the real thing, lemme see ‘em, hm?” And just before throwing a dumb retort and embarrasing yourself even further, the article is tugged eagerly off of your body and thrown haphazardly on the floor. Earning yourself a low whistle when he realises you’re wearing nothing underneath. Bakugou all but shoves you onto the bed, spreading your legs when you try to rub them against each other for any friction, wedging his body neatly between them as his teeth gently bite your soft buds, pulling them slightly before captivating the nipple entirely.

His tongue flicks against your hardening nipple while keeping a watchful eye at the sinful expressions your face makes, his one hand toying with and twisting the other nipple while the other slides down to tease your needy cunt, pressing his fingers against your -fucking soaked- panties, swearing under his breath at the feeling of your walls trying to clench around his fingers just from that one movement. Sitting on his haunches, he lifts your hips with ease to pull your panties right off, eyes travelling between your heaving chest and your exposed pussy. Before lowering himself and finding comfort in biting and sucking your nipples again.

Bakugou’s smirk grows with your moans as his tongue dances over your sensitive nipples, he presses his finger against your walls, and you immediately keen at the prodding feeling that almost feels foreign after all this time apart. His thumb pushing your pussy lip to the side to see you suck his finger in like the good girl he knew you always were.

“Ba-ba-ba,” you struggle to talk, your drool collecting at your lips, stopping you from forming any words as you feel a breeze hit your spit covered tits, whining at the feeling and wanting him to pull your nipples in the warm cavern of his mouth again. Bakugou’s eyes focus on the spit line connecting his bottom lip to your nipple before disconnecting it to smash his lips against yours in an effort to shut your blabbering up.

“Ba-ba, what? y’better not be callin’ me Bakugou with my fingers deep in yer pussy baby, its Katsuki for you, yeah?” he taunts with a fake pout that immediately turns into a grin at the way you hold your pathetic sobs, pressing another finger in your tight cunt, reveling in the wet sounds your pussy makes as he thrusts his fingers in and out of it, soaking his fingers in your slick as he curls them, eager to hear the squelching sounds it would make when his cock is shoved deep inside you. “Or better yet, lemme hear you say Suki, hmm?”

“Suki- p-please, eat me out” you throw your head back and bring your hands down to play with your clit, showing him where you want his lips to be, as if the blond doesn't already know where it is, and he scoffs at the thought, slapping your hand away and giving another slap to your clit, earning a moan from you from the sharp pleasurable pain.

“Yea, yea I fuckin’ know already, needy slut,” he growls, keeping eye contact as he circles your clit with his tongue before sloppily eating out your cunt, making a mess of both drool and your arousal, mumbling “my needy slut.” to himself, and you do hear it, yet you brush it off with the thought that your lust must be messing with your brain.

Your chest still flutters at his words and your walls clench in on his fingers as he curls them again in a way you didn’t know would make you yelp like it did. He thrives off of how your body responses so easily to him, your back arching and the squelching getting louder as his fingers pick up speed, his tongue so skillful in drawing circles around your clit before sucking it again. A whine escapes you when he draws his head away from you, only for you to see the way his eyes darkens, his chin glistening from your arousal when it catches the light.

“Let go for me princess,” he whispers uncharacteristically, making you question if the glint in his eyes is from his desire for you or something else. “Lemme see you fall apart for me, alright?” the way he’s almost begging you to come undone for him takes you by surprise, and your body curls in on itself so fast, not realizing your orgasm was creeping up on you until it hits you. The knot in your stomach breaks as you gush around his fingers, white crossing your vision as he slows his pace to help you come down from your high.

Your shuddering body lays on your bed, eyes unwavering as they meet Katsuki’s, his fingers stuffed in his mouth as he moans around them at your taste. It's all a blur after seeing that unravel, and you’re so woozy that you don’t register him discarding his clothes until he lays above you. Placing himself between your legs as he pumps his cock, hardened from seeing you fall apart on his tongue and fingers, his tip leaking precum and burning a bright red.

His movement is almost too quick for you as he dips his head into your leaking hole before pulling right back, a breathless chuckle escaping him when you whine and roll your hips and try to suck him in again, wanting to feel the stretch of him inside of you.

“Didja wanna say somethin’ princess?” he taunts you, one of his hands holding you down by your stomach while the other is wrapped around his length, teasing you in the ways that he knows drive you crazy, he leans in, using the tip of his cock to spread your pussy lips open and running it along your slit to coat it with your arousal.

“Katshu, p-please I-” you hiccup, your fists tightening on your bed sheet as you try to rock your hips up get more than just his leaking tip, but your begging is always interrupted when he isn't hearing what he wants you to say.

“Say you love me.”

You freeze at his demand, your widening eyes looking up at him before you pout your lips, not thinking about surrendering to him, no matter how much you want your cunt stuffed full of him right now.

“I don’love yooou-” you gasp as katsuki’s grip onto your waist tightens and you feel as he gives a thrust into your sopping cunt, arching your back at the burning stretch of being filled up by his thick cock. Katsuki’s hand traces down your left thigh before cupping behind your knee, hiking your leg up and out, close to your chest to expose more of yourself to him, wanting nothing more than to see his dick seething in and out of your tight pretty pussy, and by almost muscle memory, you did the same thing with your right leg, replacing his hands with your own, presenting yourself to him.

“Y’see that? Fuckin’ know you like the back of m’hand, y’think someones gonna- ah, take the fucking time to work you like I did?” he's right, absolutely right, he ruined you for any other potential lovers and he loved it with every fiber in his being, knowing this means you’re always going to be wrapped around his finger. You moan as he pushes more of himself into you, bottoming out and holding one of your tits and squeezing when he feels your walls do the same to his cock.

You hate it, after all this time, you’re still a blubbering mess the second he was one fucking inch deep in your pussy, sucking him in and clawing at his back begging for more. No self respect, no dignity, you hate it, how come after all this time he gets to come here and fuck you like you belong to him, like you’ve belonged to him despite everything that has happened.

You only realize that your eyes are closed when Katsuki’s breath hits your face, and you open them wide, noting how wet your lashes have gotten from your tears, only for him to kiss at the tears gliding along your right temple and licking the ones on your left. He breathes out a chuckle and when he leans to look at your eyes, the humor and menace you expect to see in his eyes are nowhere to be found, clouded by a solemn look instead.

“What? Yer cryin on me now, huh? Y’think a few tears are stoppin’ me?” His voice is masked so well, because he sounds like he was simply enjoying a game, like an imp that had branched from a demon. “C’mon, not gonna tell the birthday boy you love’em?”

“I don't love you, I hate you, h-hate you-” you keen as drool pools at your lips, your body betraying you as it shakes from pleasure, letting go of your legs to wrap them around his slim waist, to bring him in closer, if that was even possible, stopping his deep thrusts that were brushing up against your cervix, it feels pathetic, denying him the pleasure of telling him you love him while clinging onto him like he's your last breath of fresh air, because in a way, you feel like he is, like him leaving would just collapse your lungs and stop your heart from beating, you know that he’s gonna leave you. While your spent body would lay on your bed and you'd cry because you didn't tell him you love him, yet you wouldn’t ask him to stay, knowing deep down that you don't deserve it, you don't deserve him.

You feel his weight on top of you as he rests his elbows by your head, his lips brushing against your ear as he repeats again with every shallow thrust into your warm insides, his cock twitching from time to time in your walls. “You love me.” he says it once, twice, thrice. Every time his voice lowers more and more to a broken whisper, almost a plea instead of the cocky taunt he started off with.

Your legs are starting to ache from the grip they have around him, so you loosen up, your mind easy since his thrusts haven’t been rough nor painful. And when you do, you notice two things immediately, first, your thighs are so soaked from how he's making you feel, probably ruining your bedsheet at this point, second, he pushed his chest away from yours to look you directly in the eyes, one hand molding around your thigh to keep it from wrapping around him again while the other is placed on your stomach, his thumb inching closer and closer to your clit, wanting to toy with it, toy with you, but not ready to give you any satisfaction until you admit to him, please just tell him, that you do still love him. All insecurities, all battle scars, all emotional constipation as layers he covers himself with, that no one gives a fuck to peel off, to see who he really was, except you.

His red eyes lock onto yours as your chest heaves with breathless sobs at the lost of his warmth, and when you think he's lowering himself back down, he pulls out suddenly, sending a shiver down your spine as you gasp, now feeling like you're frozen over, your tears coming from lack of both pleasure and warmth.

Suddenly your face is met with the pillow and you feel his hands on your hips as he lifts them up and off the bed, your half intoxicated, half aroused mind barely registering that you’ve been flipped over on your stomach until you feel his cock prodding at your cunt, easily sliding in like they’ve been made to be warmed up in there, when you know Katsuki would argue that your pussy was made just for him and to warm his dick.

He presses his chest against your back, pushing you onto the bed as he thrusts his hips roughly, pulling out fully before seething himself right back in, your moans and whimpers muffled by your pillow from being pushed down by his hand as his other holds your hips firmly.

Then what happened next probably shocked him more than you, despite how delirious you’ve become due to his relentless thrusting, his dripping tears feel cool on your bare warm shoulder, one by one as his groans and moans turn into strangled sobs, before Katsuki digs his teeth into that shoulder, to both hear you scream and to muffle his cries from you.

“because I love you” he sobs, detaching his teeth from their grip and kissing the bite marks before resting his forehead against it, but his thrusts never cease, getting sloppier, as if the confession is pushing him off the edge. Dragging the tip of his nose from your bitten and bleeding shoulder to the back of your ear, his own face flush and warm against you as he breathes harshly against your ear and kisses along it.

“So-” he moans again, the hand behind your neck now turning your face so he could see your fucked out expression, the tears streaming down your face and the drool that pools under your cheeks, with your tongue lolled out and your eyes barely focusing on his form.

“You better say you do too, becau-”

“I love you.” you gush, like saying it is a breath of fresh air, your eyes never leaving his teary ones, your gaze so intense and fixated on him with no regards to the way the snapping of his hips against yours is shaking your entire body against the bed.

With new found vigor from your confession, Katsuki grabs onto the meat of your ass, hammering into you from behind with force that pushes you against the bed even further, your pulled hair jerking your head back so he can listen to the lewd noises you are making, long forgotten the will to cover your pleasure and hiding your moans.

Your ass heavily slaps against his thighs as he grabs your hips with both hands and pounds into your sopping wet cunt, relishing in the way you’re begging for him. “Y’like it when I fuck you baby, hmm? Like it when I stuff you so fuckin’ full of me?” He growls, feeling you push your ass back every time you repeat ‘yes’ to his questions. “Yes, yes love it, love you, please please don’t stop, please ‘Suki. Yes, gonna cum ‘Suki please” you weep, your head pounding from the grip he had on your hair and your eyes crossing as you feel his thrusts stutter, getting sloppier when you bounce your ass against him, his hand coming down and slapping it.

“That's fuckin’ right, cum on this cock, c’mon baby” he brings four of his fingers to rub your clit with urgency, and you can’t help but arch your back as your orgasm hits you again, screeching as you feel your walls tightening on him, squeezing him for what he’s worth. “F-fuck ah, y-you’re so- Fuck” his heavy weight falls on you as he fills you to the brim with his milky seed, forehead pressed against your shoulder as he rocks his hips against you, pushing more of his load inside before slowly pulling out, gaze flutters down to where your bodies were once joined, seeing your mixed arousal seeping out of your hole and he has half a mind to push it back in with his fingers.

But he flips you over effortlessly, the sight of your crossed out eyes and wet cheeks squeezing his chest at the realization he might’ve been too rough on you, so he wipes your cheek with the palm of his hands and revels in the way you lean towards him, turning your face to kiss his palm. “Say it again.” barely a whisper, as you flip his hand and kiss the back of it as well, and he almost repeats himself, thinking you didn’t hear him, but your hands reach up and cup his face, bringing him towards you. “I love you Katsuki” and goddamn if that wasn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever spoken. “Again,” “I love you, Katsuki” “Again,” you giggle, and he knows that's probably what angels sound like.

Your thumb brushes over his warm cheeks, red from showing vulnerability, and you pull him even closer, “Happy birthday, ‘Suki.”

“Yea,” He breaths out, his lips barely brushing against your bitten and bruised ones. “It really fuckin’ is.”

aaaaaaaaah! Hope you enjoyed it! Lemme know what you think of the smut, I also changed my writing style from past tenses to present tenses or tried to at least

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jessmalia · 3 years ago

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Just curious, what is it about Percy/Annabeth that you don’t like (other than the stans)?

I'll happily explain! Just a quick disclaimer that it was a while ago I last read the books.

The entire thing was kinda surprising, cause on paper, percabeth should've been the perfect ship for me. They've got this enemies/rivals to lovers, bickering married couple vibes, unique nicknames etc. I love these tropes, hell, I’ve written them myself, but in percabeth's case I just don't think they're done very well.

To fully explain, I first wanna bring up an example of these things being done right, and why. The first one that comes to mind is Dan and Blair from Gossip Girl. They are also an enemies to friends to lovers ship, with this bickering married couple energy, and they're one of my favourite ships of all time. Their bickering is pretty similar to percabeth's (in the sense that it's mostly Blair saying mean things to Dan), but the key difference is that her insults (at least during their friends and lovers stages) are never coming from a malicious place and Dan's feelings are never hurt by her comments. He recognizes that this is just how Blair expresses her affection for him, and it's even something he enjoys about her. Every time she cleverly insults him he laughs/smiles and looks at her like she's the best thing in the world.

[Id: Two gifs of Dan and Blair. First gif has Blair saying, “There is no up-and-comers section. And even if there were, I mean, let’s face it Humphrey – you still wouldn’t make the cut.” And Dan smiling/laughing like she’s the best thing since sliced bread. Second gif has Blair saying “I care about you too, even if I have odd ways of showing it. Like bossing you around or making fun of your hair. Seriously, you should cut it.” And Dan, once again, smiling/laughing with the most lovey-dovey look on his face. / end id]

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But in Annabeth’s case, insulting Percy isn’t how she shows her affection. She lashes out at him due to her repressed trauma, and Percy does not like that she does this. Annabeth resents people assuming that she’s dumb because she’s blonde, but she continually calls Percy stupid. She’s generally terrible at communicating how she feels and what she needs and then gets mad at him when he doesn’t respond exactly how she wants. I think the worst example of this is in the beginning of The Titan’s Curse when she punches him in the stomach for not asking her to dance with him.

[Id: Excerpt from The Titan’s Curse: “Dance, you guys!” Thalia ordered. “You look stupid just standing there.” I looked nervously at Annabeth, then at the groups of girls who were roaming the gym. “Well?” Annabeth said. “Um, who should I ask?” She punched me in the gut. “Me, Seaweed Brain.” “Oh. Oh, right.” / end id]

Unlike the judo-flip, I’ve never even seen this moment discussed before, and it’s so annoying, cause I just know that if the genders were switched people would be horrified by it.

The same issue comes up with the nicknames. Wise Girl is clearly complimentary while Seaweed Brain is derogatory. Now, what I expected when I read PJO was that Seaweed Brain would eventually turn affectionate, sort of like an inside joke, which again, is a trope I LOVE. And that kinda happens, but only after they start dating. I initially thought it had done so at the end of Lightning Thief when they became real friends, but then this happened in TTC:

[Id: Excerpt from The Titan’s Curse: But Thalia held out her spear. “You want some, Seaweed Brain?” Somehow, it was okay when Annabeth called me that—at least, I’d gotten used to it—but hearing it from Thalia was not cool. / end id]

This really shocked me when I read it. Cause this clearly shows that Percy still doesn’t like when Annabeth calls him that, he just doesn’t respond with anger anymore because he’s “gotten used to it”, which is... not good.

Annabeth also never steps in with reassurance that she actually knows that Percy is smart. For all we know she actually believes that he's an idiot (which he definitely isn't!). That's definitely how she makes Percy feel.

There’s also the case of Annabeth’s extreme jealousy. Like, the way she treats Rachel... I’m pretty sure most percabeth shippers even agree that she’s being completely unfair. (Edit: No, they don't, it seems. God I hate this fandom). @fake-plastic-trees made a meme that explains how hypocritical her behaviour concerning Rachel is way better than I ever could, so here’s that:

[Id: Picture of a meme. First a picture of an anthropomorphic flower screaming in anger, paired with the caption, “How Annabeth reacts when Percy is with Rachel”. Second picture is of the same flower with a sweet/happy look on it’s face, paired with the caption “How Annabeth expects Percy to react when she simps over Luke”. / end id]

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This is the situation where I have the most sympathy with Annabeth, though. At least in the Calypso situation. Like having your best friend that you have feelings for go missing for so long that there’s pretty much no way he’s not dead, only for him to show up on his funeral and you find out that he was sent to an island where another girl took care of and fell in love with him and he most likely had feelings for her too, yeah that must suck. Especially with her abandonment issues. Still, doesn’t make her actions okay.

And the way I see some percabeth stans talking about this is honestly disgusting. Slut shaming Percy like crazy, calling him a hoe (he was literally 14 while this happened) and being mad at him for "stepping out of line". Annabeth clearly believes she has some sort of claim on Percy and her stans have been convinced of that, too.

All of this is what, partially, makes perachel so appealing. They’re a breath of fresh air, because Rachel is the exact opposite. She’s straight forward with Percy. When he doesn’t make a move on her, instead of punching him or calling him a coward, she just makes a move. Which is, you know, the reasonable and healthy thing to do. Percy himself even expresses that he appreciates this about her.

[Id: Excerpt from The Last Olympian: She nodded. “And so ... hypothetically, if these two people liked each other, what would it take to get the stupid guy to kiss the girl, huh?” “Oh ...” I felt like one of Apollo’s sacred cows—slow, dumb, and bright red. “Um ...” I can’t pretend I hadn’t thought about Rachel. She was so much easier to be around than ... well, than some other girls I knew. I didn’t have to work hard, or watch what I said, or rack my brain trying to figure out what she was thinking. Rachel didn’t hide much. She let you know how she felt. / end id]

It's pretty clear that "some other girls I knew" is just Annabeth.

Finally, I just wanna say that I would be fine with all of this if Annabeth actually had a character arc where she realizes how she was acting was not okay, apologizes, and makes an effort to change and work through her trauma so she wouldn’t lash out on people anymore. Characters are allowed to have flaws, it’s encouraged actually! But those flaws, at least the ones that have a large negative affect on others, need to actually be acknowledged. And if you want the character to be framed like a hero, they need to take steps to change. But that is not what happens with Annabeth, so I’m not okay with it.

really hope you had the energy to read through all of that

#yikes this is almost 1000 words #i'm actually really happy to have this all written down #cause if someone in the future asks i again i don't have to write it all down i can just link this post #emily-smx #percy jackson #meta #percy jackson meta #anti percabeth #anti annabeth chase #perachel #mal answers

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songmingisthighs · 4 years ago

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[9.55] mafia!wooyoung × reader

⇀ good thing you're smart, if not Wooyoung wouldn't have a whole attitude change

⇁ tw : violence, torture, kindapping, mafia life

⇁ part 1 / 2 / 3

⇁ disclaimer : the author does not support any and all criminal/illegal acts. the narrative written in this story is purely fiction out of the author's imagination. the things written here does not portray real mafia life nor is the author aware of how the mafia life is like. the author is a hermit loser.

You don't remember how long it has been since they captured you. Being stuck in a basement would do that apparently.

Whoever was behind your capture had been torturing you beyond your own imagination. They had starved you, hit you, kicked you, attempted to drown you, tied you in an uncomfortable position every night, and sent in someone to make sure you don't get an ounce of sleep.

All that just to get information on Wooyoung.

Currently, you're being tied to a chair, being once again interrogated for informations you had no clue about, "things would be much easier if you'd just give us what we want," the buff man in front of you said, he held a knife to your cheek but at this point you couldn't even flinch, "where is Jung Wooyoung's headquarters?"

Your cold outfit was clinging onto you like second skin, it's uncomfortable and it's dirty, the cold had definitely impacted your health.

Recently all you've been able to feel is just the headache and the burn from inside your body. Not even the abuse given to you was able to inflict you pain.

Everything's just numb.

You look up at the man, almost with a challenging look as you press your face daringly to the blade, "I. Don't. Know." you spat each word like venom.

The man laughed, pretty amused at how daring you are being, "you're his wife, there is no way you wouldn't have known," you rolled your eyes at him, bitter that he used the word 'wife' because you know fully well that Wooyoung would never treat you as such, "then I must've not been his wife now, am I?" You retorted back at him, slightly shocking him because this is the first time within the (apparently) 7 days you've been captured that you had said something else other than 'I don't know' or 'fuck you'.

Everyone was startled at the revelation, they probably hadn't concidered that you might not be Wooyoung's wife. No one really know about Wooyoung's personal life, it seems.

Seeing their hesitance, you take this as your chance of escaping.

The buff man grab your hair harshly, his eyes narrowing at you in suspicion, "don't lie to me, whore, if you're not his wife, then why'd you have a wedding ring on?" "Stole it from my mistress before I ran away, needed the money," you lied easily, surprising yourself.

"And why are you wearing it?" He asked again, "to make it less inconspicuous, people need to believe that this belongs to me or else they'll alert the cops that I'm a thief,"

He seemed to be having an inner turmoil on whether or not he should believe you.

With how you've been acting and the lack of evidence that you are Wooyoung's wife, you could really have been the wrong target.

"That means Handong lied to us," he said as he push your head away, talking to one of the men next to him, "bring him in and get this bitch out," he said simply before turning back to leave.

But before he walked out of the room, he looked back once more at you with a bitter smirk, "make sure to... deal... with her first, insurance for your silence,"

When the doors closed, 5 men approach your figure, still tied on the chair.

One of them crouch down in front of you, he brush your hair out of your face with a sad smile, "I'm sorry that we have to do this, pretty girl," confused at what he said, you just stared at him. But then he suddenly slap you so hard that you fell down along with the chair you're tied to.

And thus began one of the longest night of your life.

Meanwhile Wooyoung was getting antsy. His men couldn't find you anywhere and there isn't a second when he didn't regret turning his abundance of cctv off

He spent his days either in meetings or trying to track your whereabouts. San had to step in and actually force him to eat, going as far as cuffing him to his chair and spoon-fed him, even throwing a cheesy "would (Y/N) be happy to see you in this state?" At him to which he replied, "considering how I treat her, I wouldn't be surprised if she is,"

So far, neither yours nor his parents were aware of your disappearance. His dad only asked about you once to ensure he still has leverage, which of course Wooyoung lied, he's already stressed over your disappearance the last thing he need is for his dad to bit his head off.

Each night he spent sleeping in his bedroom, moping to the fact that he genuinely misses and worried about you. He regret taking you for granted, taking your presence for granted. Now, he could only imagine your sleeping form next to him using the memories of when he actually slept in bed with you. He used to be able to feel your warmth next to him, now it's just cold and he dislike it.

Tonight was no different. Before he got into bed, he went to the walk-in closet and look at all the dresses he had brought you to events that you went to (re : events he was forced brought you because his parents would be there). He remembered every how you looked in every single one of them.

It's pathetic of him, to be pining over the woman he claimed to have no care about.

Just as he turned the walk-in closet's lights off, there were commotions from downstairs, then a huge bang like his front doors had been barged open.

Diving into his instincts, Wooyoung grabbed the nearest gun he had hid all around the room and ran out, thinking that it was a raid by his rivals.

But when he looked down from the second floor to the living room, his heart wrenched and he froze.

San had you in his arms, you looked sickly pale with bruises all over your exposed arms and legs, clothes had chunks of them torn, and you weren't moving. One would assume that you're dead.

Wooyoung dropped his gun and ran to his friend who had just put you on the couch.

The sight of you looking so broken panicked him. He wanted to hold you and be glad that you're home, but he doesn't wanna hurt you. He wanted to tell you how sorry he is and that he'll make up to you but he's not sure whether or not you're still alive.

He snapped his head towards his staff, "call the doctor! Call Kang Yeosang in!" He barked to which his staffs immediately obeyed, scrambling to do as he ordered.

"God, baby, who did this to you?" He muttered to himself, reaching forward to brush your hair out of your face.

You stirred a bit when you heard his voice ans managed to open your eyes despite the splitting headache and the soreness all over your body.

When your eyes met his, you smiled, "hey, what are you doing in my dreams?" You croaked out, throat obviously sore and beyond parched from having been denied fluids for so long. It was your turn to brush his bangs from his eyes, something you've always wanted to do but know never could considering his dislike that turned out to be hatred towards you.

You suddenly frown at him, making his gaze on you softer, "I'm sorry," you muttered, not able to speak louder. At that, he tilted his head, "for what?" "Not being able to stay gone, I had to had the will to live, I should've let them kill me," you said before you slip into unconsciousness, rendering Wooyoung speechless at your words.

Before he was able to retaliate, San had swoop you back into his arms to take you to an empty room so Yeosang could come in and treat you.

"No," Wooyoung called, stopping San in his tracks, "bring her to my- our room, she should feel comfortable," to which San just nodded and obey, knowing how important it is to have you next to him as much as him next to you.

Yeosang came in not long after and spent 3 hours cleaning and stitching your wounds, checking for possible internal injuries, all the while making sure he's handling you with the utmost care as Wooyoung had been glaring daggers at him. Whether it serve to be a warning to not harm you or a sign of jealousy as Yeosang had a perfectly valid reason to cut your shirt and shorts off for handling.

"I can't make a clear diagnosis without checking for internal injuries, we have to take her to the hospital," Yeosang said. But Wooyoung just snap at him, "then freaking bring the machines here! She's not leaving this mansion and she's not leaving my side!"

Both men just stared at each other for a few minutes, Yeosang holding onto his ground on wanting simplicity, and Wooyoung being afraid of losing you from his sight again.

Knowing how stubborn his friend can be, Yeosang was first to crack, sighing and nodding at Wooyoung, "I'll see what I can do," he said simply before going out to talk to San about possibly transporting some of his machines.

The rest of the night, Wooyoung took care of you. He had put you in one of his large, white button up because it's the easiest to put on you. He stayed by your side in a chair, afraid that he might hurt you (than he already necessary does with his words) if he were to slip in bed with you.

As he watch you, his hands moved to held yours in his. His thumbs were rubbing the back of your hand when it suddenly caught on something.

Looking down, he noticed that it's your wedding ring, matching his own which he's wearing.

It brought a smile to his face seeing you're still holding onto it so dearly. You could've left it for him to find and throw away the day you left, but you had decided to take it with you.

Could it be that despite everything he's done to you, you don't want to completely erase him from your mind?

And that's what made Wooyoung broke down and cried.

He didn't deserve you, not one bit. But despite that, he knows that he's the only one capable enough of taking care of you, to provide for whatever it is that you need.

So at that moment, with you back in hia arms, he decided to step up and assume his responsibilities and treat you as how you deserve to be treated.

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yourimaginationrealm · 3 years ago

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Done an ask from a month ago. I am soooo sorryyy🥲😱 I was caught up in many things. I changed that she is searching for a job as fashion designer than studying, I hope that is alright? Enjoy 😊

Meeting Tsume the first time was when you searched for a job in Freeze City. Of course it was futile, this city doesn’t need a fashion designer, actually this time isn’t in need of an fashion designer. Yet, it was your dream job and something your were really good at: So his clothes which everyone would describe weird and inconvenient, catchend immediately your eye. You walked down the road as your head watched his leather clothing and you focused how neatly they sewed together. You were good at watching people secretly yet his gaze catches yours. Embarrassed as the heat rushes in your cheeks, you gasped as he noticed your staring and almost dropped your shopping bag. Even though, you next choice was to look away, his eyes fixed yours and you awed at the yellow shining orbs. The feeling in your tummy yelled ‘This is something dangerous’ but you kept up the eye contact. His curious look turned darker and serious as you blink from your trance and just walked to the next side road. It was not your way home yet you couldn’t walk straight up to him like nothing happened. You sighed and leaned against a wall from the side road.

„Oh gosh, how embarrassing…. he noticed my staring…A very attentive person, Huh“ you repeated the situation.

„Well, you weren’t quite discreet…“

„Right….“ Then your eyes flew open and the man from before leaned on the wall in front of you with his arms crossed. „How did you ?! Since when…?” You stumbled over some words as his gaze never left your form. And he seemed not pleased.

„What is your business with me?“ He questioned you directly. You hugged the bag in your arms tighter. Now, the unsure feeling in your tummy seems to get stronger and you feel a bit fear. It seems like he is cornering you, to threat you and ready to attack. Like a wild animal. You didn’t answer him as you watched him confused. Business?

„Tell me now!“ His voice echoes through the side road and you flinch at the sharpness from it. Maybe, you were imagining things but you could hear a animalistic growl in this echo.

„I don’t have a business …! I-i just…“ your shake from his gaze which bore into you. „I just like your shirt and …your eyes…“ The last part is mumbled as you get all again bashful. His crossed arms are unfolded as he blinks at you. Of course, with his wolf ears he registered even the last words of your sentences

„Wha-?!“ He thought you were a spy of the nobles and found out about all the stealing, he did with his group or worse found out who he really is… Suddenly, a boy came running and introduced the name of the stranger in front of you.

„Tsume!“ The named man clicked his tongue and the boy smiled at you. „Your girlfriend?“ You jumped and waved off while shaking your head.

„Are your dumb? We are not-!“ Tsume growls.

„Ahh, I am sorry. You were flirting with this pretty lady ? I didn’t-!Oww!“ Tsume heard enough as he punched his head.

„Stop it! We got something better to do!“ You watched them in silent when the boy mumbled again under his breath. „But, you both watched each other so intensely.“ Can they stop making you embarrassed ?

„Yeah, because I thought she is gonna rat us out!“

„By what?“ your asked innocently. Somehow, he seemed uncomfortable…

„Hey! Wanna help us?“ The boy asked you nicely. Somehow, you agreed to the boy pleading and were sewing or repairing clothes for the (thief) group now. Every Wednesday, you visited their hide out to help out and had some interactions with Tsume. One day, you took all your courage and asked him to sew the huge snag on his shoulder from the jacket. First, he seemed awkward to your question and as you wanted to touch the fabric of his black clothing when he jumped defensively back. You only could blink as he backed away like an animal.

“Don’t worry, I like it how it is.” He muttered with his eyes looking elsewhere.

“Oh.” You just said with shoulders shrugged and left him alone. By the next week, you had to do a lot sewing and never came to a break. The search for your dream job is at a halt because you liked helping them out. Even though, sometimes you recreate ruined clothing from the job and impressed them with your skills. You wept off the sweat of your forehead.

“And, how did you like it?” You asked the boy from the first day curiously.

“I love it!!” He beamed and run around laughing at his new, old clothing which looked really cool. With pride, you watched him enjoying his new wearing. You eyes searched for Tsume who leaned casually against the wall.

“And you? Don't your want a scarf or something warmer to wear. It is getting colder!” You smiled at him and didn’t feel threatened or scared of him anymore. After a while, you knew how he ticks now. And, he seemed to get nicer from time too.

“Hah.” He scoffed with a playful smirk. “Do you think I get cold easily? I am fine.”

“When you say.” You took the next piece of clothing in your hand to work when a bottle of water is placed on your table.

“Don’t forget to take a break. I don't want to carry you home.” How, he walked from the place before, in front of you without a sound is for you a miracle.

“Ohh!” You said impressed. “I never thought you would do that. How gentlemanly.” You heard that he clicked his tongue annoyed and said with rolling eyes. “Oh, shut up!” The boy Gehl watched him with hanging shoulders leaving you alone. “That was mean of him...” He muttered as you giggled. He watched you confused as you explained. “I think more, he was embarrassed, Sometimes, he really tries hard not to bond with someone. Like, he is scared to become friends with us.” You sighed and Gehl mouthed a big silent ‘O’.

“He is sometimes really scary but I like him!” He confessed and you smiled at him.

The day, you learned of Tsume’s true form, was when you met Kiba or more his wolf from. The white wolf were about to attack the little boy and you put your arms around his shoulders to protect him from his fangs. Scared, you closed your eyes for the awaiting pain.

“Y/N!” Tsumes voice rang loudly as you hear his footsteps coming closer until they vanished and a loud growl in front of you appeared. You slowly opened your eyes and lost your grip on the boy. A grey wolf stood in front of you and snarled his fangs to the white wolf.

“From where comes this grey wolf?” Yelled the boy in your arms. Yes, Wolfs shouldn't exist for hundred years and there are two who proofed otherwise. As they started attacking each other, you leaded the boy away from the danger zone and before you left, you watched back as you fully saw the grey wolf from the front. Your eyes were risen wide when you recognized the large scar on his chest like... him...The wolf seemed to notice your staring and got attacked from the white one.

Unharmed and safe, you thought hard about the fact that you heard Tsumes voice and in the next moment, a wolf with the same scar protected you from another one. Even worse, Tsume tried to avoid you obviously a lot when you arrived at their hide out. You eyes found always his bare chest with the scar. Well, you could not ask him directly about: “Are you by a chance a wolf?” Somehow, you remembered a friends book of the moon which was lend to you. The content is about the origin of wolves and their search of the paradise. You read it a long time ago and found this story very interesting. Every time, you met Tsume you could not keep your eyes from him. You mind wanders to the books saying and you vision begins to waver. Suddenly, the grey wolf sat close to the human group which did not notice him. You gaped at this while jumping up and rubbing your eyes. “Am I dreaming ?!”Again, you focused to the same location to find Tsume standing against the wall. It happened a lot during your visits that you mistook Tsume for the grey wolf or you just realizing slowly what his true form is. Yet, you believed your mind is playing tricks on you at the beginning. The day after Gehl died during a mission, you had a moment with Tsume alone. He shrugged the situation off but you knew how much he was grieving about him.

“The poor Gehl. He was always so scared but tried his best to...” Tsume interrupted you harshly as he answered.

“And what did his hard work result? His own death. He was just not good enough for this world...” You slapped the table as you yelled.

“ Tsume!”

“What?!” He turns to you. “That is the truth. He was too weak for this world and maybe his death is the better than to starve.”

“He looked up to you and want to be like you...” His shoulders flinched as the words sank in. “Tsume...” You breath. “There is something I wanted to ask you a long time...” You gaze never left him. He rose cockily one eyebrow and kept his arrogant attitude up. “About that time, the white wolf attacked us...” Then, you felt his statue waver and he grab harder at his own arms. His breathing started to get uneven.

“Yeah, what about it?” His voice was an octave higher. You stood up and laugh a bit. “That may sound a bit ridiculous...“ He gulped loudly and sweat appears on his forehead. Weird, the so calm and cool Tsume seems to get nervous.

“Are you maybe a wo-!” Some men from the group interrupted you and ask for Tsume. You waved him off and hoped to talk to him later which never happened because on this particular day and night, he would follow Kiba, Hige and Toboe for the search of Paradise as well for the flower Maiden Cheza. Weirdly, as you knew he had left, you somehow longed for him and their paradise. It was not like a an instinct like the wolfs from their call for it yet more curiosity or an old forgotten hidden impulse. Who knows... Without knowing what you actually do, you somehow ended up with Cher and Hubb who searched for Cheza also.

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You wonder if you gonna met Tsume again? He left Freeze City a long time ago with the other wolves. You never really had a chance to thank him for saving your life. Your group found a car while you were watching bored outside the window thinking maybe Tsume found already his paradise together with the pack. You would love to talk a last time with him. On your way to Lost City, the one who Jagara rules, you picked up Blue together with Cher yet lost Hubb as well Cheza. With them you are about to rescue the Flower maiden and the ex Husband of Cher. Blue and you understands each other very well. It is now easier to converse with a wolf, even knowing that they are not human. Somehow, you describe it as ‘cool’ and fascinating.

Fate means it well to you when you are about to rescue Cheza together with Cher and meet Hubb and Tsume again. In the castle you run towards the Flower Maiden as you catch eye contact with him. His face falls from surprise as he mumbles loudly your name. “Y/N..?!”

A boy a lot smaller than him looks to him up and asked him about something. You wave your hands to him, totally excited that he seems alright and your are gonna talk again. However, your are not alone and for you unknown, the green haired lady was ready to shoot you. WTF?! You thought as you put your arms around Cheza protective like by Gehl. Exactly like this time, Tsume changes in his wolfs form to rescue you and attacks the woman by biting in her shoulders.

“Tsume!” You yell as his eyes widen shortly, how casually you called out to him as he showed his true form.

The reunion after the battle: You, Cher, Hubb, Quint and the wolves left the City, you all agreed to go after Paradise and helped the wolves to find it.

“Whatever had brought you here so far from Freeze City?” Tsumes deep voice rings your ears as you awkwardly laugh.

“Oh well, I somehow met Cher and Hubb when we agreed to help each other. It was not planned to come this far....”

Tsume sighs at your answer. “Seems like it. You just run into a danger zone.” Then, the young boy with the brunette medium long hair approaches you.

“So you know about us?” He looks at you a bit shyly also curious.

“Yep, I found out about myself back then and was to confront Tsume yet...” “I knew it.” he mumbles. “Yeah... You lost your nerves a bit, huh?” He rolls his eyes and avoided your gaze. “So you are who? My name is Toboe by the way!” He smiles brightly at you and you can make out his wolf form. A young brown wolf with kind eyes and accessories on his right leg. “I am Y/N. Nice to meet you, Toboe.” He remind you so much of Gehl. Excitedly, he runs beside you and ask you thousand of questions.

Hige scoffs as he mutters tiredly from his injuries. “He really is drawn to humans.”

Annoyed, Toboe turns to him as he announces. “What is wrong about it? She is nice and Tsume likes her too.” You eyes are risen wide to him and Tsume flinches hardly.

“Who said that?” He hits him on his head. “What are you saying? Don't make things up!” The young wolf touches his forehead in his human form and have some tears on his eyes. “But I saw that you were wiggling your tail happily as you saw her in the castle and again when you talked to her right now!!” “I did not wiggling my-!” “You totally did, Tsume.” The calm collected voice of Kiba enters the conversation as he watched you all discuss. “Aww man, I would love to see that...” Hige giggles for himself. Blushing hard as everybody found out, Tsume tries still to deny it.

Hubb interrupts your happy conversation with a drained voice. “If he wiggled his tail or not, should not worry us. We should move forward, right?” You all agreed and moved forward. Toboe walks next to you while talking all things happened on his way. You find him endearing and pat his head lovingly which he makes a relaxed face and he throws his head towards you more to ask for more. You do as he asked for and a growl from behind make you flinch exactly like the boy. Tsume walks between you and Toboe and snatched his ear as he commands. “What are you gonna do? Entering the car with her and letting your ears fondle? You and me are running!” Kiba amuses about his behavior and run after them.

On your way, you and everyone made great losses. First, Cher died by the car accident. After this, you rest all a bit for the night. Toboe cuddles close to you which gives you warmth. Tsume let himself next you down as he rest against a wall behind you. Somehow, he trust you enough to sleep a bit so close up. Slowly, you fall asleep as Toboes wolfs head rest on your stomach, finding comfort there and unknown to you, Tsume lies his head later on your legs and keeping watch when everybody rests.

The calm lasts not long when Darcia attacks you and killed Toboe who protects Quint. You didn’t weep long about his fate when Darcia is ready to slaughter Tsume and you step between them. His fangs reaches your throat but didn’t end it directly. He just ripped open your skin and flesh, bites into your lungs. The pain of his attack is so overwhelming and numbing every part of your body. Your vision gets blurry when Tsume runs to you. You don’t hear his screaming or anything he says. You feel the blood running from your veins. “Y/N!” He yells and hovers over you. His eyes are not weeping tears yet are very glassy from holding back. You look up to him as you still can’t hear him. “Listen to me, I call this man and he definitely helps you. Stay awake! Do you hear me?!” You cough up blood and his form shakes, knowing your are gonna die.

“Don't you dare to die on me here, Y/N.....” he grits his teeth. “Why did you follow me here...” His head is bent low. You eyes find a last spark as you put all your strength together to rise your hand up. Your palm caress slowly his head when tears slowly falls from his cheeks.

“Guys... Move already forward, I come after when I said good bye to her and Toboe.” They understand and turned away. Blue gives you a sad look and howls for her good bye to you.

You smile a last time as you mutter under your breath with blood in your mouth. “I always wanted to that since I found out, you are a wolf.” Tsume lets his head get patted as he looks at you and mumbles. “If I had known it feels that good...” Your other shaky hand reaches to the other ear of his as you dig your finger in his soft grey fur. Lovingly, he bends down and lies his head softly on your chest without putting to much weight on you. He closes his eyes and let your fingers caressing his head and even fondle his ears. He stays a long time like this even a while when your hands stopped like your breathing. He whimpers with his head in your arms.

“Toboe, I am sorry. You were right, this feels amazing....”

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“I would take this whole outfit...”

“Alright... The outfit ‘Tsume’?” You tip the price of the clothing yourself made into the till. The man wit the sunglasses flinches at the title of his chosen new outfit.

“Ehm... are you alright with the huge snag on his shoulder? I can sew it together but it is actually intended to look like this.” You point towards the hole. At designing, you were a bit unsure to leave it like this but something in you head screams that is looks better with a big snag on the shoulder.”

“No, thanks. I like it how it is.” You smile at the compliment and take his money.

“Thank you for your buy and come again!” You thanked him with a kind smile as you look at him the first time in full attention. Even he was drawn to your gaze. It takes a minute when you cough embarrassed and carry some clothing to your warehouse behind. Your friend asks you who this handsome man was when you answer her. “No idea. He seems so familiar...” Actually, it is scary how familiar. As you created this bought costume, you had his figure in mind.

Outside the shop....

“Tsume?! Did you find something?”

“Yeah.” Tsume still irritated from before and tries to recall from here he knows you. “This new designer shop has some interesting stuff...”

He looks back to your shop as he smiles a bit. Weird, maybe you two had met already in a life before ....

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idv-marythefairy · 3 years ago

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What your SURVIVOR main says about YOU pt. 1

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to begin with, i’d like to inform that this post is not meant to offend anyone, i made this for entertainment purposes, nothing less, nothing more! this is JUST MY OPINION on what kind of a person you are based on your main and at the same time i finna expose myself ^^. i hope you enjoy!! characters included here: doctor, gardener, thief, lawyer, coordinator, mind’s eye, perfumer, prisoner, postman, gravekeeper, acrobat, prospector and embalmer

- marythefairy_

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DOCTOR

- SOME doctor mains are pure toxic and others are so sweet (the latter i appreciate uwu)

- i can understand that you are kinda selfish since you ALWAYS want to be healed and if someone doesn’t help you during a match, you get so frustrated

- you don’t like kitting all that much but absolutely WANT to go save your teammate just because of the points or you’re in need of your team’s victory

- for my cinnamon roll doc mains: uwu <3

- you can be selfish BUT you know when to put others before you

- you prefer to stay hidden and decode and will go save only if ABSOLUTELY NECCESSARY

- you love emoting when you come across other teammates and treat them with so much care, i can’t- 💔

GARDENER

- I LOVE YOU!

- i like gardener

- it seems that she’s not the only sweet person but her mains too, they are super sweet

- you love helping your teammates by destroying chairs or distracting the hunter by using your protection bubble thingy (idk what it’s called, i just know it’s from leo)

- you must be a cottagecore baby, no doubt about that

- either that or you’re a softcore/kawaiicore baby

- THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN!!!!

- you are selfless except if all ciphers are popped and there are two people dead on your team

- and i oop, gardener is outta here!

- i get ya, i do that too, as everyone SHOULD

- you are a firm believe of “tie supremacy” because if you can’t secure a win, then a tie is the best option

- you use “don’t move, i’m coming!” a lot and attempt to save which can, sometimes, not be a successful attempt tbh

- you’re trying and that’s all that matters babe uwu

- you MUST have her skin with the blue skirt and hat, don’t lie to me

- you are, furthermore, energetic and loud and are absolutely OBSESSED with cute things and anime, PERIODT

- you love people unconditionally and have no limits

LAWYER

- he is a pretty serious person but, over here, i get the vibe that you are a goofball who can also be quite serious in some situations

- if you don’t have the christmas themed skin, go get it NOW (idk if it’s available, never really cared about his skins, sorry)

- my friend owns that skin and i couldn’t stop laughing

- i bullied her for days XD <3

- you use the correct punctuation, grammar and capital letters in texts

- your sense of humor is utterly broken, don’t you dare tell me otherwise >:( (same)

- you’re not the sweetest person but you’re not the coldest or heartless either

- you just know where you should be nice and where you shouldn’t

- you have your limits and if people ignor them, you won’t be afraid to make them regret it

- you can be a very fun person and this is why you chose him, because he’s a boring little shi-

- i like you, not your main

THIEF

- okay, i bet you have the yelling emote and you use it a lot because it’s really funny

- i used him once just because i have that emote tbh and we lost the game because we were all using it to get on wu-wu’s nerves ;)

- you think theif is just a really peculiar character and you undoubtedly love flashing the life out of the hunters with your trusty flashlight uwu

- you are a quiet and reserved person but once someone gets close to you, you show them a side of you they weren’t even aware existed

- you are a sneaky one, aren’t ya?

- you are a chaotic adorable person and you can’t change my mind

- you prefer decoding because you want to win or, at least, give your team a tie

- you like fooling around with your teammates while decoding or at the gate (never wait at the exit gate, just go smh)

- its all fun and games, though, until the hunter is close

COORDINATOR

- okay, she’s got quite the skill but if only the guns were rechargeable 🤧

- you like going “pew pew” at the hunter because you think it’s fun and so do i

- you have a savior complex (not the person trait btw)

- sometimes you carry the team

- you have high expectations of yourself and sometimes your teammates but it’s you, for the most part

- you expect to get wins but consider ties decent

- you are trying a bit TOO hard to win those games, take a break please

- you are a serious, sweet and caring person who loves caring for their own but knows when they should put themselves before everyone else

- you are somewhere in between selfish and selfless

- you like playing mind games with the hunter just because

- you’ve asked for an all-4-coordinator team on a match just to bully the hunter with your stuns (i hope i’m not giving ideas and if i ever come across that, i’ll surrender, no questions asked -.-’)

- your moto is: “keep your friends close but your enemies closer”

- you are the type of person that will never hesitate to give hell to those that underestimate you or belittle a loved one

- ✨bad b!tch energy✨

MIND’S EYE

- ok, you are RUSHING for that win

- you found mind’s eye to be the best decoder and option for you to secure a win

- you hate how every single hunter targets you from the get-go because they want to prevent cipher rush

- you either scream a lot because you’ve spawned right next to the hunter or you are very quiet and panic on the inside

- a bit of a coward but i understand, who wouldn’t be if they are the hunter’s first target?!

- you are quite and a bit of an introvert

- books over anything

- ✨dark academia vibes✨

- are you playing a musical instrument?

- are you an artist?

- you are SO CUTE!!!!!

- you must be using “sorry” a lot during the game, doing overuse it, honey

- you like to praise everyone on post-match, telling them they did everything they could and they did wonderful

- YOU ARE SO SWEET hdjejfjdjjqixidjjw

- you must have had a harry potter or anime obsession and might actually still have that

- you are the type of person that does too good at school

- you MUST be a fan of nature

PERFUMER

- whenever i got matched with a perfumer, it was always a b!tchy one, i got traumatized

- then you have those rare perfumer mains that are just such sweet cinnamon buns that they make me want to protect them at ALL costs

- you are a bit stubborn and will do anything to get things to go your way

- you are boujee and want a vey well-paid job

- you are really sweet towards your friends and family but pretentious towards people you don’t like (i don’t blame you, i do that too)

- you are either the middle child or the eldest sibling in the family

- you’re rather picky when it comes to partners, friends and food

- you can be quite indecisive

- you listen to doja cat or lana del rey

- i get bi energy

- you watch popular animes, the ones that are trending

- you like to spend time with people and/or be the center of attention

- you were sorta popular at school, too

- you are a decent person, overall 👌🏻

PRISONER

- ok, my friend is a luca main so i know EXACTLY who you are >:)

- you, dude/dudette/dudon’t, are the most weird yet fun person in existence

- you say the most absurd things ever, it creeps people out

- you are a HUGE a$$ but in a good way, idk if you understand what i mean

- you are pretty curious about how things actually work and the majority of the time your curiosity gets the best of you

- you have some kind of art as a hobby, be it music, painting, writing etc.

- you like to tease the hunters which ALWAYS ends up with your a$$ getting whooped

- chaotic, you are chaotic

- you are obsessed with anime

- you are either gay or bi/pan

- TOMBOY!!!

- your room’s a mess, clean it up and take care of yourself

- you like exploring the outside world and doing crazy things just for the experience

- sometimes you like to butt in on conversations cough my friend cough

- raging switch energy

- ily ❤️

- i think you’d be either an alt kid or an indie one

- give yourself a treat baby, you deserve it 😌🍰

- you know all the vines and memes by heart and i kin that even though i don’t main pris

POSTMAN

- AHHHH, I CAN’T!!!!!!

- ILY!!!

- posty mains are absolutely ADORABLE 🖐🏻😩💔

- you guys are energetic, sweet, kind and selfless little beans and i want to protect you with my life (you don’t have an option, i will protect you >:D)

- you’re willing to get chaired if it meant that your teammate will be safe for the rest of the game

- you LOVE animal and most specifically DOGS

- i don’t main victor but i will buy him because i have a pink skin of his and all his emotes and graffiti

- you guys thought he was adorable and since you like adorable things and people, you bought him

- i think you know EXACTLY how to use his skill and when it’s the most appropriate time to do it

- your most beloved hunter must be my lord and savior aka jojo because of his furry skin ✨😌😆

- I WANNA HUG YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭🤧😭😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧💔

- you MUST be a social butterfly, you MUST have a lot of friends and they MUST adore you to bits!!

- BOTTOM

- you try to befriend hunters during a match, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, it is what it is, ig

- SUBMISSIVE ASF

- take as many cookies as you wish, my love 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

- you are good at school

- you might be artsy, idk

- i get poet/writer vibes from you, it’s obvious as to why i get ‘em

GRAVEKEEPER

- the many times i’ve come across a gk main, they were so sweet and supportive 🤧

- you guys are emo/goth and that’s why you picked him

- or you picked him because you thought he was handsome, don’t lie

- CINNAMON ROLL!!!!!!!!

- you are quite and reserved, don’t trust people but when you do, you give them your all

- selfless and extremely caring

- i see you being gentle to your loved ones and animals

- you are interested in witchcraft and the paranormal

- SWITCH

- you are introverted, very introverted

- you might be into the victorian era and your favorite anime MUST have been black butler

- you have a cat, don’t you?

- you get pretty anxious during rank. evaluate you don’t want to disappoint your teammates (plz know that you shouldn’t care about disappointing anyone, try your best and i’m sure you’ll do just fine baby, you have my full support :D)

- you may know a few vines but you prefer memes

- you are the quiet kid at school, you do well

- “i hate school because there are people. i hate going out because there are PEOPLE out there. I HATE PEOPLE!”

- you might be spending a lot of time on idv

- are you a musician because i get the vibe

ACROBAT

- AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

- I LOVE YOU!!!!!

- YOU AND POSTY MAINS!!!!!

- you are the sweetest person alive

- you play idv just for fun and don’t aim for any budges or for higher tiers

- you don’t have anything of that sort in mind, you’re just looking for some way to spend your time and make friend from all across the globe

- you are fun, sweet, caring and quite scary when mad

- you love ALL colors

- you love nature and do anything to protect it

- SOCIAL BUTTERFLY

- you have a lot of friends

- you do ok at school but strive to do better

- ENERGETICALLY

- chaotic good energy babyyyy ✨😌👌🏻

- you’re always looking out for your teammates and attempt to aid them in any way possible

- you’re sensitive and a bit of an empath and that’s why you always try your best

- before matches you like to motivate your teammates to try their best

- we wouldn’t have done t without you, pog champ 😭🤧❤️💔

PROSPECTOR

- ah, i’m about to expose myself, aren’t i?

- you guys are AWESOME!!! WE are awesome!!!

- you like spamming “focus on decoding!” because people like to pile up in order to save ONE freaking person from A CHAIR!!!

- you always go for the save if there’s no rescuer

- if there is but they’re hurt, you either assist the rescuer or you do it yourself

- you’re pretty selfless and pretty sweet

- memer or viner or just a crazy b!tch with a broken sense of humor

- you LOVE bullying the hunter from time to time

- you love distracting hunters to save a hurt survivor

- chaotic dumbass vibe!!!!!!

- you are a hopeless romantic with high expectations

- your personal moto is: “if you aren’t norton, then i’m not dating you!”

- i started playing him bc i was simping but now i just main him bc i got comfy with his skills and know EXACTLY what to do

- ik you main him bc you’re a simp, don’t lie >:)

- you spam vines on chat and let others finish them for you which makes you cackle

- do you have asthma?

- basically you’re a norton version of pris mains, both of you can make the universe kneel before you quicker than loki

- you take rank TOO seriously and end up yelling to other survivors and the hunter

- when you’re kitting, you either scream the lyrics of a very iconic song or you just squeal very loudly

- you see what map you’re on and pick just the right skin so that you can blend in with your surroundings and hide from the hunter

- you are so sweet and cute uwu ily 🖐🏻😍

- i get that you’re a very energetic and fun person when around people but when alone... yes, we better not talk about that

- we, ton-ton mains, are a HUGE mess

- complex feelings, you don’t know what you’re feeling and are in constant confusion

- you MUST have a very loud hyena laugh (👉🏻😎👉🏻)

- you MUST have a very short temper

- you either LOVE pun (🖐🏻😌) or you want to kill those who make them bc they’re annoying the heck outta you (spare me pls)

- you say “hi fellow norton” to people that use norton during QM or duo hunters

- you love making people happy

- you are willing to help people reach the top and never ask for any help

- you are basically a lone wolf who doesn’t want help from anyone bc you are independent

- if you ship mike x norton ILY

- if you ship naib x norton ILY

- if you ship emma/patricia x norton, gtfoh

- stress lvl 100000

- AMBIVERT LEANING INTROVERT

- the vine you kin is “i’m a bad b!tch, you can’t kill me”

EMBALMER

- you’re either a hardcore joscarl shipper or you absolutely hate it

- you’re very calm during matches, idk how you do that

- you’re into paranormal

- you are sweet but a psycho

- introverted 101%

- pretty blunt, you’re not afraid to speak your mind but sometimes take a bit to process how your words are going to affect people’s view on you

- you are he quite kid at school who keeps a low profile

- i believe that you don’t have a lot of friends, just a few close and good ones that you can trust

- YOU MUST KIN NORMAN FROM TPN

- you are pretty aware as to when you should use a coffin and where to place it, you’ve calculated all possible outcomes of the placements and time

- you like to spin around jojo when downed and throw a bunch of graffiti just to get him to be friendly to you bc your aesop carl, we get it babe 🙄

- if you’re not having a good day, you like licking yourself in a closet and scream until you feel better

- do you sleep in a coffin? are you ok?

- please, stop being so selfish, i’m begging you (begging ohhhh, put your loving hand out- i’ll stop, sorry)

- your vine is elmo standing in the middle of a storm by himself

- you either suck at math or english or both

- ugh, please, have a cookie and learn that sharing is caring 😩🍪

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