#before anyone says it im not saying all anons are liars

[vixvaporub]

Just a heads up, don't trust everything you're told on anon. There are some childish and drama seeking people who want to spread slander about other blogs on this site. So please, if you receive an anon that makes big accusations, try to fact check it and don't post it if you can't find any evidence of that accusation.

[thetrueharmony]

Hello there, citizens of Rotomblr. It is I, the one and only Ghetsis Harmonia. I was told this was the 'place to be' by some of my friends and I couldn't just stay away after being told that, now could I? I believe the pronouns I use are called he/him. And no, I am not wanted in Unova, whoever says otherwise is lying. Nobody likes a liar. I was also told my kids were on here, now isn't that great! I truly hope they've all become less of a disappointment.

Oh and of course, you can't forget my pokemon. I still have my full team, do not worry! Cofagrigus Bouffalant Seismitoad - Osric Bisharp Eelektross and finally, my beloved Hydreigon. - Lenox

Hello there, Hello there!! Im the mod here for this wonderful blog! This is my second time ever playing a canon character, and I haven't touched B2/W2 in years, so Ghetsis might be a little OOC! I will do my absolute best to keep in line with his canon character. I also have my own mix of head canons for him. PLEASE, if you read nothing else down below, read the trigger warnings. That is a requirement if you ever want to set up an event or character connections. You may feel free to call me Alexander or Alex! I really don't care at this point ^^' I go by he/they, and whatever neos you want just not it/its, please! Mun is 16! Ghetsis may be an old man, but I am not!!

ANY INTERACTION IS ALLOWED! Pelliper mail/malice : Allowed

Musharna mail/malice : Allowed, but nothing about nsfw topics

Mystery gifts: Allowed

Magic anons : Allowed In character hate/anon hate : Allowed, encouraged even! Ooc questions : Allowed

ANYONE is allowed to interact here! Whether you're fallers, eery deebys, hybrids, ocs, self-inserts, etc, you are welcomed here! I love any type of interaction.

Please discuss anything offscreen with me beforehand before you do anything. THIS IS AN IMPORTANT BOUNDARY.

BOUNDARIES

Mod is 16, Ghetsis is in his early 40s. Suggestive stuff is fine, nsfw is not. Anything that I personally find uncomfortable will be ignored and deleted.

If/When long interaction threads occur, I will only start tagging them with 'long post' after they hit 20. Otherwise, it will be untagged.

Feel free to contact me if you ever wanna set up a relationship with Ghetsis! Always open to more people talking to him!! CONTENT WARNINGS :

Experimentation, Mentions of war crimes, Mentions of terrorism, emotional abuse or manipulation, alcohol abuse, mentions of child abuse (<- very rare), stalking, drugs/drug usage List always subject to change.

[unlimitedbutchworks]

reasons i also dont mention being mixed, at all, ever. if i ever have the ‘wrong’ opinion someone inevitably is just going to say im white and because opinions are like assholes (everyone has em) im also inevitably bound to have a ‘wrong’ opinion, so i just dont. keeping my head down. but also depriving myself of community interaction bc i feel like it isnt my place to. ah, the things race discourse (& not referring solely to the internet in this either, since blood quantum & stolen children were invented & implemented long before) has done to people who had the audacity to… *checks notes* be fucking born!

sorry for the long ask - just a bit of 🤝 solidarity in that. its isolating & i wanted to let u know ur not alone. it kinda sucks sometimes (and no really, horribly transmisogynistic and sexually harassing anon. i wonder why it sucks. did you, perhaps, use race as a weapon meant to disarm)

🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝 it’s hilariously, wildly, deeply unfair, and we HAVE to recognize it as such and stop taking this: “all poc have the Right Opinions, which I happen to have all of, perfectly, and anyone who could disagree with any of them even in part is actually just a devious Liar” bullshit seriously, so transparently garbage, useless idpol that does nothing but make talking about actual internalized racism & other bigotries harder, but for the liberal who thinks he’s radical I guess it’s just too comforting having an essentialist conception of morality like that

and re: your second ask, yeah, it’s miserable. most people on tumblr are pretty dogshit at actually caring about oppressed groups they’re not a part of and trying not to contribute to their oppression, but this is a really truly stunning example. well, maybe not stunning for spaceboytoi given the whole wh40k fandomite thing, which I now cannot imagine she is media-literate enough to understand all the reactionary shit in, but nonetheless. the majority always cares more about sounding right and moral than trying to continually improve oneself. maybe one day we can move past only caring about minorities enough to tokenize their issues as weapons against those that irritate you but evidently we’re not there yet

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

hihi its me, the anon from ur other blog (yknow, the selfship questions one) and i'd like to kmow bout ur f/os,(u can gush nd stuff, idk)

and also, i'm curious as to how they look like cuz you said that theyre humanised! :>

Eeeekk!!! Screams!!! I love sharing how they look so this is...very good question for me. This is a bit of a...long list so I'm putting it under the cut, though I'm going to try and not type more than like three sentences or less for each of them so it's mostly just gonna be pictures. But I'm just showin my humanized ideas for how my primary F/Os look, but I do have humanized headcannons for...I kid you not everyone in the franchise.

!!!Not all the art here is mine!!! For the art that is not mine I will be writing their respective credentials and what social media platform it was originally posted on. I tried to stick to using my art as much as I could but I don't have a lot of digital drawings of them, nonetheless ones I'm ready to reveal to the world haha(though some I'll gladly share)

Some of them, to try and keep this to my main F/Os that I've been exploding over lately and to try and keep this from getting lengthy, I intentionally left out, ex. M.ater, L.eland, R.od, S.trip, C.hick, the- the rest of my F/O list, you get the point!😅

I also used this as an opportunity to mention what I headcannon their heights to be >:)

If anyone would like a version of just the images and without the descriptions 100% let me know, won't be a bother one bit!!!

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For L.ightning I imagine something like this:

By @/Laoian on Twitter. Except I picture him to have his hair closer to a shoulder-blade sort of length and him not quite as fit.

I'd imagine him around 5'6-5'7

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For F.ranceso(forgive me for the full-body one looking a little more messy/wonky, it's a lot older than the other one and is.. im quite nit picky about that drawing but its what I got. The other drawing is leaning towards a doodle/being really simplistic and quick) basically this:

Ignore the color picks and whatnot, that was before I was smart enough to put those on a seperate layer JDNSJSJSJS

I'd say he's like 6'ft.

I had also posted a drawing of F.rancesco quite recently as well, I just didn't put it here cause he's got his helmet on and it's a close-up shot so you can't really see how he looks too well(it's one of my proudest drawings though!)

Also, this and this

please. PLEASE I cannot stress this enough this is just. THATS HIM!!

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I'm pre-appologizing(/half joking) for not having any normal drawings of F.inn, I don't know how all my digital drawings(that are colored) of him ended up being incredibly self-indulgent, I didn't even realize I did that till now! So I'm just doing this one for now(though I recently posted the art of me and him snuggling a bit ago on my blog. I'm quite stinkin proud of that one too!! One of my proudest, i think)

F.inn :)

He's like 5'4, same height as me(Except I'm a liar and I'm really like 5'3 and a little bit).

I'm not good at drawing Grey in hair quite yet but. That. He's got salt and pepper hair(or whatverr you want to call it) except it's the Grey mixed in with. Whatever blue-ish haircolor that is that he's already got JSBDJAJDR.

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A.xlerod!!!

I actually don't have a lot of colored drawings of him, which surprised me a bit, but I do have a tonnn of doodles of him aufbsifnskffj

He has a big overcoat and stuff :) and his button up shirt thingy is supposed to have a plaid-like pattern but I have no clue how to draw plaid quite yet 😅

He's basically the same height as me though! His facial hair is just kinda whispy fuzz, if that makes any sense. Kind of like a kiwi.

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G.rem and A.cer together! Cause they're inseparable JFNDJSN

I adorrreeeEE this drawing of G.rem and A.cer, I take very much pride in this drawing I love sticking it in people's faces. G.rem on the left and A.cer on the right.

G.rem is like 5'6 and A.cer is 5'1.

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Annndd J.ackson!!

By Jeno0305 on Twitter (I don't know what the writing says in the first image. I'm assuming the drawing of the person he's with in the first image is the artists version of G.ale, his driver/hauler)

I headcannon him to be 6'ft and pale as hell cause he just sits in his room all day and plays videogames(which is also canonical)

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Anndddd that's all!! I'm trying not to hyper apologize for the length😅 when I spill the beans everything in the can comes out!! But really thank you for the ask, really was tons of fun to answer :) I appreciate it! Felt good to get to ramble and babble a bit!

If anyone somehow read through all of this then I'm sending you a life time supply of your favorite food

[messybouquetoflilies]

This wasn't the reason before, but after seeing your new dumb post my new reason is because you think you aren't "safe" around Trump supporters. You are a clear victim to fear porn if you believe that. Trump and Harris are both liars, frauds, and puppets for a corrupt system, but Trump supporters (for the most part) are amazingly wonderful people (other than their blind allegiance to an actor playing his part, just like Harris plays hers). The vast majority do not care if you're a faggot pretending to be a girl, they just want you to stop guilting, shaming, and trying to force everyone else to play pretend with you (as well as supporting the indoctrination and grooming of children). If you want to live inside your imagination, then by all means go ahead, but that doesn't mean the rest of the world needs to play along with your delusions or be quiet with their opinions.

Regardless of what you think of this message, I want to implore you not to give in to fear. If you live a life centered around love, then you have nothing to be afraid of. If you turn people into monsters inside your head, then of course that's what you'll see when you look at them, regardless of the reality in front of you.

Get off Tumblr. Get off the internet. Breathe fresh air. Walk on grass. TALK to people face to face and live inside the real world. You're killing your soul by spending so much time online, drowning in toxic, hateful ideologies. Thinking with your dick instead of your heart. I'm pretty sure you don't believe you have a soul, anyway, which is just further proof you're destroying yourself. Why else would someone get off to being beaten and abused? Being treated like a dog? You have no self-worth and you want everyone else to be just as miserable as you. You don't love yourself, so how can you ever expect anyone else to love you? All you'll ever find is people who get off to the idea of fucking and hurting the costume you choose to attach yourself to. Your entire life is the way it is because you don't take accountability for anything. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. You are on the wrong path. In ten years when you're in the exact same spot, wondering why things are so bad for you, why people cut you out of their lives, questioning what you could have done differently, feeling alone and unlovable, still staring at your computer screen and wishing things would change, still pretending like it's the world's fault and not your own, I hope you remember this anon and start making the right choices for yourself. You're a man. Get your shit together and act like one. Then once you've finally learned to love yourself as you are and you straighten out the mess of your life, by all means - act like the dumbest, prettiest lil' puppy bitch you wanna be behind closed doors. Separate reality from fantasy instead of trying to merge them into one. You will NEVER find happiness if you carry on how you have been. The only people who will love you are the ones who are happy to keep you sick and mentally ill so long as that means they never have to face their own demons.

it really is the most boring piece of shit little worm answers from people like you lol. crazy you tell me im on this website too much when you literally respond to my posts within minutes. someones obsessed 😇

why is it always the same speech 😔 cant you loser pieces if shit come up w something new and interesting to say? ive heard this before. you're wrong. there you go, thats my argument. it has just about the same level of depth and introspection as the 9 paragraphs you just sent. you get to see one side of me on the internet with no context and you think you can say all that. get a life

spending your free time sending personalized, anons to a blog in a dark corner of the internet that averages 1 note a post, and then telling them they spend too much time on the website is psycho behavior. get help, and make actual friends im begging you.

you're weird and gross for thinking like this. stop trying to control other people you know nothing about, and do a lil work on urself. look into your own beliefs and the sources you're getting your entertainment and information from. get some perspective in life and stop wasting your time being such a sad, boring, loser <3

[enneamage]

so idfk critblr ask etiquette because i dont go here also i was supposed to have left the fandom a year ago but what can you do, right. i'll just throw my shit at you like a monkey and hope something sticks???

my interest is billzo, esp how endlessly trauma informed all of his actions are, ever. I watched his recent video about his expirience with disassociation and content creation and all that. Have you watched that? Do you have opinions? I have opinions. I am not gonna type them all out because rambling that much in a random ask would probably be rude (?). But still, anything on Billzo would be neat my brain is in overdrive figuring him out.

One thing i find interesting about him is how much and how well he lies. Like he does it for fun all the time, to the point where i almost want to pathologize it (mans having a bit too much fun with it ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ). Also normally i am very good at telling when people are lying but he catches me off guard regularly... And im kinda of stuck between putting the lying into his trauma informed actions or just calling him a Pathological Liar (which seems harsh). Also VERY possible some of the stories other anons said he has told on stream are bs, just saying.

Another thing is this (trauma response?) he does where he wants to say something, believes it would be offensive to his fans or people around him. Then, he does this weird thing where he gets pissed at shutting himself up, gets defensive over something he hasn't even said yet, decides offense is the best defense, and usually it comes as the original thing that he wanted to say, but defensively and rude-ish. He does it multiple times in the misfits "do all streamers think the same" video, if anyone is interested. Its SUCH a weird behaviour and i want to dissect his brain like a frog (Joke). I dont know a lot about that number wizardry you do, but yeah anything is aprechiated at this point (i am desperate)

physically have to stop my rambling here or i will look even more insane. Goodbye

Hello and goodbye anon we love the transparency.  

He seemed fairly normal in the video you mentioned, but I do broadly get what you mean by playing the defensive-offensive; the way that Bill’s people-pleaser traits can get run through an aggressive filter is fascinating. It’s hard to be edgy while also staying on peoples good sides, but he’s compelled to do both, and it seems to make him act strange sometimes. I’ve seen behavior like that a few times before, it’s like witnessing a negotiation where one person is really pushing for their side, with repressed anxiety feeding the pseudo-agression. I would put it somewhere between angling for his input to be given a chance (helper streak comes out strange for him sometimes) and unconscious worry around rejection. The video mostly seemed like him being mindful of not pissing off The Mob, though, which is a skill that most public figures need to master in some way.

Technically lying due to trauma could fall under the “Pathological liar” umbrella because it would have that deep psych component, but I haven’t seen enough to make that call. (Edit: I got cold feet on this line since sources were mixed, it's just not something that people get diagnosed with outside a bigger condition so it's an umbrella term.) I also haven’t seen enough / caught on to enough of these moments to spot if there’s a pattern in what he says and when he says it, but that’s something to keep an eye out for. Is there generally an effect/emotion that he’s looking to create, or is it the simple fun of fooling people? Who does he lie to the most? He might just be a trickster, but these things are sometimes layered. (Things I would keep a special eye out for is lying to make others more sympathetic to him, that can sometimes be a form of asking for help without having to ask or risking rejection in unhealthy Twos.)

The dissociation is interesting because on one hand Bill suffered with it uniquely in the way that it affected him, but it could be both his psyche and the situation together. It wouldn’t surprise me if more cases of people blowing up quick going forward had that feeling of unreality, where the sudden lack of adjustment period knocks people off balance and they don’t have the time to steady themselves again. It’s common to hear “It was an out of body experience, it didn’t feel real” in kind of a passing way when people talk about big changes, but if you think about it those are dissociative concepts, people not integrating the new reality fully. If he was already predisposed to dissociation, it might have thrown gas on the fire for him.

I feel like I come off as harsh on Bill because of the ways he usually comes up in conversation, but I think a lot of people share the sentiment of not only liking him but wanting to like him. I'm hoping that he'll be able to get his feet underneath him in the new year because I do want him to do well.

[synonymouswithanonymous]

Ask Answered

For LosAngelesoriginal.

Yes I'm blocked from there but it's a public page, so everyone can still see it. Lol

About your ask sorry didn't read it all. I'm the only one allowed to be longwinded on my blog. I never expect anyone to read it. What I did read Im sorry but it made very little sense and it makes me think you didn't read my posts. So I decided to give yours the same lack of attention. 😛😛😛

I also don't allow nasty or abusive messages. If people want to send neutral or friendly, then I'm glad to see them and post, like I have before. My blog my rules. 😊😊 I'll always be polite and friendly back to friendly messages. Until you, I've only received friendly messages. Lol But rude hateful people will get deleted.

In my post about this blog and others I've already made my points, I feel no need to go through all of them again. 😊

Some points though which illustrates why I'm sure you didn't actually read my blog. I know it's long, but hey you chose to read it. Probably just skimmed without actually reading. Oh well 😊

How many times do I say "maybe" in my posts? How many times do I say NONE OF US KNOW THEM? Why so angry that I'm pointing out that the hate towards this woman is completely irrational. That 99% of theories came from a bad tv movie they've created in the dark recesses of their minds.

That one anon talking about parasocial stuff was right. And being too invested in spewing nasty hateful things about people you DO NOT KNOW. Is. CORRECT. None of us do, is not only wrong, but also I've been saying this for while now: What you say about people you don't know is a reflection of your character and not the person you're hating on.

It's not about being a better fan, but about some need to reevaluate themselves and be better people. Bc I do not get hating a woman bc she's dating a man none of us will ever know.

You claim to be fans, but you act like you want to punish him. And by punishing him you control him. He's lost followers, they celebrate, bc it gives the illusion of control. All these posting behaviours from these haters is a reflection of themselves. They say she's a liar and manipulative. But the mistranslations prove that anon is a liar and purposely manipulating people to make a stranger look bad OVER A MAN NONE OF US KNOW. The examples could go on for days. That anon was right it is Misogyny. Edited to add: I find it incredibly sad that the misogyny is coming from women (mostly).

I will absolutely always stand up for other women, when they are being treated unfairly/hated on. I will call out people for saying ridiculous things, example, the way she dances means she's mocking the disabled. Really, you don't find that ridiculous? Again too many examples and I've gone over a lot in my blog. No need to reiterate each one again.

Also I will always side with logic. If everyone in her and his real life likes her. Then most likely your negative view of her is wrong. That's where logic and probability stand. So I'm going with that.

Lastly i'll leave you with this.

[izubabes]

OMG YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW MUCH I ENJOY READING YOUR WRITING (WILL STAY AS ANON BC THIS IS AN NSFW REQ AND IM SHY :')) and since your requests are open here i am (◠‿・)—☆

scenario: them hooking up one time and her denying she liked it and avoiding him for weeks. then they run to each other in the campus, him dragging her to a vacant room smirking, she says "need something, haitani?" "you know exactly what I need”

and when it gets 🌶️🌶️ please add a scene where she says panting "this is a one time thing" he smirks while licking his fingers "liar."

THANK YOU BEFORE DHSKAK <3

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥

The hot gossip on campus? Ran Haitani never goes after the same girl twice, no matter how much pleasure she brought him. As soon as he's satisfied, it's onto the next gorgeous gal who'll let him into their bed. He's known as a walking sex god; anyone would be blessed to have him stick his dick inside of them at least once. Charismatic and overwhelming handsome and Roppongi’s local celebrity? He was born lucky.

Rumor has it he fucked an entire sorority house, leading to their messy disbandment in which he was the sole reason to blame. He became the university’s resident fuckboy, the top dog who could anyone at his feet when he came calling. Word on campus always spreads like wildfire especially when it comes to the popular crowd and their colorful activities.

“Ran Haitani knows how to work those hips… He made me squirt all over him! He likes it messy.”

“Ran can last way longer than my ex did! I would ride him again, no questions asked.”

“Ran is such an animal in bed! He nearly broke my back, but it was sooo worth it. Rindou's dick game is just as powerful.”

“I heard Ran likes it rough, I would die for a chance to get in his pants, I know for a fact he’s packing!”

Ran Haitani is a menace. You never cared for the delinquent nor hearing the details of his vibrant sex life. You had shared a couple of classes previously, but you hated the way he had blatantly stared at you like he wanted to eat you. He never bothered to speak to you either, clearly too focused on other matters than to introduce himself properly despite the way he constantly ogled you.

If he wanted to waste his college career by fucking every set of pretty legs that caught his attention, let him do so. You promised yourself that you would never cross paths with either of the Haitanis, opting to indulge yourself in your studies in order to graduate on time rather than doting on men who would never want more than to hit it and ghost you afterwards.

Your roommate, Kana, interrupted your thoughts as she showed you an incoming group text on her phone. "Hey Y/N, did you hear the news? Ran and Rindou are having a kickback party at their place this weekend. Practically everyone on campus is going, girl! We should go enjoy ourselves for once instead of wasting our youth."

You rolled your eyes at the alluring suggestion, an overwhelming feeling of disgust arising in your gut. Any explicit mention of the Haitani brothers rattled your bones with pure distaste. "Kana, I could care less about what Ran Haitani does in his free time. The bastard is a walking petri dish of STDs... I do not want to associate with him if it isn't required."

Kana clung to your side, teary and pleading eyes burning a hole into your wavering ones. She could be incredibly convincing with her signature pouty expression and relentless begging. "Come on, girl! It'll be fun, I doubt we would run into them anyways, they have their own inner circle of friends. We're just going to blow off some steam."

"I guess it wouldn't hurt... What could possibly go wrong?"

Call it a momentary lapse in judgement, a lesson from the godforsaken universe, a form of cruel karma that would serve a humiliating reminder of your actions. Alcohol was not a factor in this situation, considering the fact you hated the bitter taste and the way it lingered in your gut like a sick feeling you couldn’t shake off. Kana had disappeared minutes after entering the house, claiming she would come back with a couple of drinks for the both of you.

Yeah, right.

The air in the living room was thick with perspiration, drunk bodies swayed to the beat of the music as People shamelessly made out against the walls, groping each other for the world to marvel at. It was too much, too noisy, not enough room for a single puff of oxygen to pass through your lungs and it was becoming increasingly overwhelming. You pushed through the crowd in an attempt to find Kana or a bit of space, desperation crawling up your spine as the area became more and more condensed, the grip you had on reality was spinning at a ridiculous speed and loosening further and further. You bumped into someone’s chest, knocking their drink onto the floor, as you immediately began sputtering apologies. “I’m so sorry!”

“Woah babe, are you okay?” Ran had struck up a conversation with you, noticing how uncomfortable you seemed in the crowd of drunk partygoers. He offered to help you find a quiet place to relax no matter how many times you tried to brush him off during the encounter. Despite how innocent his intentions may seem; you kept your guard up as a means to keep yourself safe.

You panted, frantically trying to calm the way your heart ravaged your body, threatening to burst out of your chest. “J-Just peachy, Ran. What do you want?”

Ran put the pieces together in a matter of seconds, tilting your chin up to gaze up at him. He was clearly worried, glancing over your features for any sign of injury or distress, which caught you off guard. “You’re not much of a party person, are you?”

“I am!” You scoffed at the statement, becoming more and more self-aware of how the crowd of guests kept growing by the second, practically pushing you against his body. “It’s just too noisy… Kana should be around here.”

“Come with me,” Ran said, tugging on your hand before you could object. His tender grip was soothing as he effortlessly weaved his way through the masses, practically parting the seas with his presence. "You're going to pass out if you stay here."

Reluctantly, you agreed after so many incessant requests, following him upstairs and disappearing into the sanctuary of his room, ignoring the lewd hollers coming from his friends down below. Ran gently ushered you in, closing the door and muffling out the sounds of the mayhem from downstairs. He began picking up the stray clothing littering the floor, kicking away notebooks and readjusting the furniture in his space.

“Sit anywhere you like, sorry about the mess. I try to keep it clean, but Rindou always wrecks my room when he’s—”

You crossed your arms over your chest, sitting on the farthest end of his room, refusing to acknowledge the concerned glance he gave you as you spoke up with a stern tone. “I’m not going to sleep with you if that’s what you’re thinking about. I just came up here to catch my breath, I just need a minute.”

“Chill out, babe. I’m not gonna touch you.” Ran laughed, holding his hands in the air as he seated himself on the carpeted floor. Your scrutinizing gaze lingered over his figure, His orchid irises skimmed over your body, curiously sizing you up before landing on your face, a mischievous grin creeped up his cheeks. “Unless you want me to.”

You clicked your tongue at his comment, narrowing your eyes at him before shaking your head at the thought. Sure, he was attractive but you would rather stick your hand in a blender than become one his new sexual adventures. “In your dreams, Haitani. God knows how high your body count is.”

He placed a hand over his heart, feigning being gravely wounded by your words. A flicker of genuine hurt washed over his eyes, quickly replaced by a mischievous one in its stead. “You’re so mean to me, Y/N. I’m just trying to be nice. Let’s get to know each other better, yeah? I promise I don’t bite, cutie.”

An hour later you discovered that Ran Haitani is actually a fun person to talk to once you get used to his childish antics, he’s easygoing, speaks his mind freely but he will push your buttons with little comments and banter here and there. He refused to leave your side despite the many times you reassured him you were okay, arguing that he would be a rude host for leaving a lady alone.

You found yourself nearing his space, scooting closer and closer to his side as the conversation picked up momentum, Ran was currently sharing stories about Rindou’s most embarrassing moments throughout the semester. Particularly the time his brother accidentally keyed the wrong car on campus. “Oh my god, no fucking way. He did not!”

“Yes, he did!” Ran cackled, holding onto his stomach as he fell back onto the ground. His deep voice was melodic, a fine tune that you wanted to hear more of as the time passed. “Our professor was so pissed, he threatened to report him to the Dean of Student Life for damage of private property unless he helped cover half of the cost.”

“You know, I may not like you but you are nice company to have around.”

“Ouch,” Ran mused, pinching your cheek in return for the brutal remark. “You may be adorable but you’re vicious, Y/N.”

You slapped his hand away, continuing the relentless teasing unaware of the predatory glance Ran kept locked on your figure. “Aw, poor thing. Did I hurt your feelings, Ran? Are you going to punish me?”

Ran pinned you onto the ground, his towering figure hovering over your powerless one. He had trapped you so easily, it would be pointless to resist or fight back. His lips tugged up into a smug little grin at the way you squirmed underneath him. “You shouldn’t play with fire, sweetheart.”

"I'm not afraid to get burned, Ran."

It was supposed to be a teasing little peck, a tiny shred of revenge for the stunt he had just pulled moments ago. However, Ran Haitani’s soft lips are a sickly sweet drug, one that you craved the taste as soon as he pressed them against yours. He pulled you onto his lap, cock growing hard at the way you rutted your hips over his thigh. He pulled away, catching his breath before lightly squeezing on your waist. “How far do you wanna go, babe?”

You gripped his hand, bringing it under your skirt to rub at your clothed slit, panties dripping with your arousal. Ran groaned at the heat radiating on his fingertips, ready to blow his load into his pants right then and there. You licked a wet stripe on the shell of his ear, hot breath tickling the sensitive skin. "Does this answer your question?"

You found yourself in the stranger's bedroom, practically having the daylights fucked out of your body. Wet kisses and high pitched moans were drowned out by the blaring music coming from the raging party downstairs. Here you are, sleeping with the one person you swore to stay away from, what a fucking hypocrite. "Take it, baby! O-Oh fuck, this pussy is so tight for me, yeah?”

Ran Haitani was definitely not splitting you open with his cock, mumbling endless praises into your delicate skin, rubbing your sensitive clit just right when you were on the edge of an earth-shaking orgasm. He was different from all of your previous hookups, the ones who simply focused getting their dicks wet and left you unsatisfied in return. Ran had made your pleasure his priority, he treated your body like fine art, appreciating every curve, every sweet cry of his name, every delicious moan that escaped your mouth. "Make me cum, Ran. M'close, please, please... ah!"

Ran had gently cleaned you up afterwards, helped you put your undergarments back on, placed sweet kisses on your blushing cheeks and softly cradled you in his arms. Exhaustion made it impossible for you to fully process what just happened, choosing to lull you into sleepy trance. You had nearly believed what had happened was a twisted dream until you woke up with both of your limbs entangled with one another.

Ran’s sleepy breaths tickled the nape of your neck as you carefully slid out of the bed, piecing together the memories from last night. “No, no, no. This cannot be happening… not with him.”

The dim light of your cellphone illuminated the corner of Ran’s bedroom. You silently raced over and retrieved the device, skimming over the notifications that appeared on the screen as the dread from last night began to sink in. You slept with Ran. You fucked Ran. You hooked up with Ran. You were in Ran's bedroom.

15 missed calls from Kana.

50 text messages from Kana.

10 missed FaceTime calls from Kana.

The soft pads of your feet echoed the room as you gathered your belongings, being careful to not wake the sleeping figure that once laid next to you. Last night was never supposed to happen, especially with someone like him, the horny bastard who slept with anything that breathed. You contemplated what excuse to give Kana for not answering last night, knowing she would demand details regarding your whereabouts.

"Leaving so soon, gorgeous?" Ran's sleepy yawn cut through your thoughts, a lazy grin occupying his face. His raging bedhead was a beautiful sight to see, his dual-colored strands framed his face perfectly, free of the iconic braids he normally sported. A pair of grey sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips, the dark ink on his chest was on full display contrasting against his porcelain skin. “We should spend some more time together. I had fun last night.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Haitani.” you muttered. It was too early in the morning to handle his merciless teasing as the embarrassment began to pool in your gut. The lack of light in the room made it nearly impossible to find your shirt, you settled on a nearby sweatshirt that could cover your exposed chest. There was no way you would admit to someone as prideful as Ran that he was the best man you had ever laid with. “You could barely make me cum. I had to do all the work.”

“Oh?” Ran's curiosity spiked at the statement, his inflated ego bruised from your verbal assault, it would be awful of him to leave you so bothered with his actions. Honestly, he really wanted you to stay so you could both talk things out properly. “Give me another chance, see if that changes your mind.”

“No thanks,” You replied, stalking towards the door and leaving him in the dust. “I have better things to do than fucking you.”

Ran has never been left more stunned and frustrated in his entire life.

Shit, where did she go?

Ran caught glimpses of you in between lectures but you always skittered away too quickly as soon as the class ended. His legs couldn’t keep up with the sudden turns in direction you made once he caught your trail. He begged Rindou for help on searching for you to which he immediately declined, citing the previous times he was bitched at by his brother's past flings. The utter desperation on his older brother's face eventually made him cave into his wishes, knowing he could never leave him to hang dry.

“This is fuckin’ stupid,” Rindou grumbled from his location in the bushes, he had already wasted twenty minutes of his life helping Ran with this idiotic situation only to receive no results. "Have you ever thought about... Oh, I don't know. The fact that she's not into you?"

Ran shushed him, rebuking the foul idea that you didn't reciprocate his feelings. Call it a spark, or something similar, but he knew there was a hidden motive behind your avoidance. Ran knew you had enjoyed your time together as much as he did, why were you so quick to deny it?

"Quiet, Rindou. I need to see her again. I can't explain how or why but she definitely stole my heart."

"Whatever you say, bro. Better be worth it if you're chasing after her like this."

The brothers hid in the bushes for three hours, declaring defeat after university police threatened to arrest them for loitering. Rindou could have sworn he caught a passing glance of you discreetly walking out of the residence hall as they were scolded by the officials and escorted to their own building. He shot you a pissed off glare while you picked up the pace, subtly flicking him off in the distance, Ran was too busy sweet talking the officer to notice.

Ran can go to hell...

You had begun escaping the dorms at odd hours in order to avoid running into Ran, knowing he would surely come knocking on your door. You hid in the library for hours until you were sure he wasn’t lurking around campus after classes had ended. You avoided the dining hall despite how hungry you became, opting to walk to the shady convenience store nearby for some food.

It was pure agony to have one stupid decision ruin your life like this. What does he want? You have nothing to offer him.

You learned a painful lesson over the past few weeks: Ran Haitani never gives up when he finds something he wants. He learned your class schedule and waited near the doors to see if he could catch you on the way out. When you failed to appear he decided to head back, until he recognized one of the students as your roommate, who had left you for dead at the party. “Hey, you.” He called out, catching her wrist as she paced faster at the sound of his voice. “Is Y/N in your class? Was she here today?”

“She’s not feeling well,” The girl lied through her teeth, unwilling to entertain the older Haitani's antics. Ran wasn't buying it, noting the way she fidgeted under his piercing gaze. She spoke again, adding more details to her explanation. “She’s missed the last three days of class.”

Ran sighed, caving into defeat once again for another day. He would stop by your dorm again tonight to confirm if you really were sick, ready to receive radio silence from the other side of the door once more. He turned his back to her, waving as he walked away before adding, “If you see her around, let her know I need to talk to her.”

“He’s gone,” Kana whispered into the classroom, scanning the hallway once more for good measure before calling you over. Your panicked head peeked out of the side of the doorframe, “It’s okay to come out, Y/N.”

A relieved breath of air escaped your lips as you stepped out of the classroom. “Thank you, Kana. I owe you one.”

“No worries, girl.” She smiled, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. “I wouldn’t want Ran Haitani on my tail either. He’s bad news.”

The words she spoke held truth to them, but they left a bitter taste in your mouth. Sure, Ran Haitani doesn’t have the best reputation, known for owning Roppongi, carrying a menacing baton with him at all times, and being a member of the notorious S-62 Generation.

Even so, he had a gentle side he had given you a moment to relish in.

Hiding from Ran was a feat you knew you couldn't keep up forever. Unfortunately, the following day was the destined date you were meant to run into the menace. You had spotted him heading towards the same building as you, presumably for a class around the same time, before stopping in your tracks and dropping your books onto the concrete. "Oh my fucking god, not now."

The abrupt noise caught his attention as he raced over to your panicking figure. You violently picked up your textbooks and speed walked towards the steps leading to the entrance. His long hair flowed freely in the wind, reminding you of the time you woke up next to him, he must have gotten up late this morning considering the fact he only had on sweats and a loose tee shirt.

“Y/N!” Ran called out, chasing after your distant figure before completely catching up within a couple strides. He was over the moon, the subtle giddiness in his voice gave it away. “I've been looking for you. You free tomorrow—?”

“Busy,” you replied curtly, ignoring the way he instantly pouted at your words. He opened his mouth to speak again just as you ruthlessly cut him off. “I’m late for class.”

Playing hard to get? Two can play at that game.

The lecture hall’s doors opened, signaling the end of the class period. Ran was leaning against the wall, violet eyes scanning the crowd of departing students until he locked his gaze with you. He could the hear the melodic sound of your voice piercing the air as you made conversation with one of your classmates.

“The final project is worth twenty percent of our final grade? I wish we could work independently instead of having to— Hey! What’s—!? Ran, let me go!”

He tugged on your arm, dragging you through the hallway before pushing you into an empty classroom, discreetly locking the door behind him. He freed your arm from his grip as you backed several feet away, embarrassed as hell from the stunt he just pulled. You narrowed your eyes at him, displeasure evident from the way your lips pursed at his growing smirk. His intense stare reflected nothing but pure unadulterated bliss, damn maniac. “Need something, Haitani?”

“You know exactly what I need, baby.”

Instictively your mind raced to the only possible conclusion: He wanted one more chance to hook up with you. Surely that was the reason he was seeking you out so desperately. Public humiliation must be some sadistic kink of his considering how much he loved to toy with your life. The thought of it ignited a blazing fire in your bones, manifesting as pure venom in your words. “If you want some quick pussy, I’m not the only girl on campus—”

“You haven’t left my mind since the night of the party,” Ran stated, cutting you off just like you did earlier. “I miss you, baby.”

A frustrated sigh escaped your mouth, he didn’t make an ounce of sense. “For all but pure reasons, I assume?”

“Sit on the table, we need to talk.” Ran ordered, biting back a sinister smile at the way you obediently followed his instructions. “Admit it,” He demanded as he stalked towards your shorter figure, caging you in between his arms and peering down at your flustered face. “You’ve been avoiding me, huh?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you answered. The standoffish front you had so meticulously put up was beginning to crumble under his domineering aura. Ran Haitani was a notorious playboy, you knew that by heart, it would be ridiculous to believe he could actually be bothered by someone ghosting him after a quick hookup. “We hardly know each other.”

Untrue, Ran had first noticed you in a previous class of his, he nearly failed the course because he too enthralled by your beauty to focus on whatever the professor was babbling on about. He admired the way your notes were always neat, the way you always walked in with a sweet smile, the way you apologized when you ran late, the way you offered to send notes to absent classmates who needed to catch up with the material.

Unbeknownst to you, Ran had always admired you from afar, silently waiting to find the right moment to approach you. A secret crush that weighed heavy in his heart until he mustered up the courage to properly confess. Unfortunately, skirt chasing had become his rumored profession after a previous fling of his caught feelings and wanted to spite him for not reciprocating. Ran had overheard your conversation with Kana in the hallway about the party, he was secretly hurt knowing you viewed him in such a negative light.

“That’s the issue, babe.” Ran said, cupping your cheek, stroking the supple flesh with his thumb. “I wanna get to know you better, Y/N. I want you to get to know the real me, too.”

You examined his alluring features; it was second nature to be able to spot of lie from a mile away. Ran was being truthful; his orchid irises bore into your eyes with such a lustful craving that it drove you absolutely insane It was difficult to tell who had made the first move but the tension between you two boiled over in an instant. Ran’s lips trailed down your neck, teeth nipping at the skin ferociously in order to leave long lasting marks. He wanted to make sure the next person who had the chance to touch you knew you had belonged to him. “Do you want this?”

As if the incessant nodding of your head wasn’t enough to send a clear message, you crashed your lips against his again. “I need to hear you say it,” Ran said, pulling away from your needy mouth to hear some kind of verbal confirmation. “Do you want to keep going?”

“This is a one time thing,” You panted in between heated kisses, removing your shirt and bra as fast as you could. Ran’s hands roamed your body finding solace until they reached the fabric of your shorts, tugging the material and your panties down before sliding in two of his slender fingers, scissoring you open as your rich moans tumbled past your lips.

“Liar.” Ran smirked, licking his glistening fingers coated in your dripping arousal. He knew you had become putty in his hands, willing to do anything he said in order to selfishly chase after your own high. “Wanna take my time with you, but we gotta do this quick,” He said, leaning down to lap at your cunt, the sensation of his tongue invading your body made you delirious.

“Right there,” You whined, craving more of the delicious feeling, his fingers curled inside you, hitting the spongy bundle of nerves that has your vision turning white and babbling nonsense. “F-Faster, oh fuck!”

“Say this pretty pussy is mine,” Ran hummed breathlessly, detaching his hand from your twitching clit, slowing his pace enough to edge you on the brink of release. “Or I won’t let you cum.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you whined, bucking your hips up in an effort to receive some necessary friction. His fingers stilled inside you, refusing to move unless you did as you were told. The ache in between your legs begged to be taken care of, you could feel the stings of your incoming high fading away as the seconds passed. “Fine! It’s all yours, Ran! Fuck, s’all yours.”

“Good girl,” Ran muttered before diving back into your wet folds as his skilled tongue continued its assault on your aching core, coaxing you into your first orgasm of the afternoon. He eagerly drank up your sweet release, loving the way your gummy walls constricted around his mouth. His violet irises peered up at your pleasured expression, engraving the sight into his mind. “That’s right… You only cum for me, princess.”

He gave you only a minute to recover as you watched him free his thick cock from the restraints of his sweatpants, lining up with your entrance. His thick head prodded at your cunt; he slowly pressed the tip inside, stopping as soon as he saw your eyes screw shut in pleasure. Ran's hand harshly gripped at your chin, tilting it upwards to face him. “Keep your eyes on me while I fuck you properly.”

“Feels good, so good– oh god!” You gripped his toned arm, head swaying side to side as he stretched you open with his girth, bottoming out as your walls fluttered around his pulsating length. Ran kissed you with a burning passion you had never experienced before. It wasn’t needy, it was loving, sensual and sweet.

“You’re so beautiful,” He praised, setting a steady pace with each snap of his hips, watching the way your pretty tits bounced up and down as he sank his cock into your folds. Ran's self-restraint was out the window as soon as he bottomed out inside, ramming into you mercilessly as your nails dug into his back. "Gonna make a mess."

“Ran! Oh yes, Ran!”

He clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling the erotic cries of pleasure erupting from your throat. The angelic symphony of his name brought him closer and closer to his high, grunting and groaning as your gummy walls clenched around his length. Your whimpers echoed within the classroom as Ran's warning penetrated your ears. “Keep quiet, sweetheart. We don’t wanna get caught.”

Having someone walk in and find the both of you in this comprising state didn't sound half-bad, if anything it only you more insatiable. The tight coil in your gut snapped without warning, allowing you to gush all over Ran's dick as he marveled at the sight. “I’m close, darling… shit, stop squeezing like that. Need to pull out!”

Ran sprayed his cum all over your thighs and tummy, in love with the image of you marked with his seed. He reached for nearby cloth to wipe you down, muttering apologies about how he made a mess. At the moment, you were too fucked out to care about whatever the hell he was going on about. The room kept spinning in circles, the air was thick with sex and sweat, his words barely sounded coherent in your mind. “R-Ran, hang on. I... need a minute.”

You both basked in the afterglow of your highs, uneven breaths becoming stable after a couple of minutes. The light in your eyes finally returned after what seemed like an eternity, consciousness clearing enough to form proper thoughts, realization hitting that you had just fucked inside an empty classroom on campus.

“Hey there,” Ran whispered, slowly grounding you back into reality. His hands rubbed soothing circles into your twitching thighs, massaging the skin with his palms. It was a sweet gesture after he brutalized your body in a span of twenty minutes. “Are you good, sweetheart? I went rougher than I thought, sorry.”

“You did so well for me,” He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, heart leaping at the way you wrapped your arms around his neck, craving his warm embrace. Ran indulged your neediness, nuzzling his warm cheek against yours, adoring the way your chest felt pressed against his, heartbeat erratic as he calmed you down. “You’re so cute.”

“Let me help you get dressed,” He said, reaching for the stray clothing before coming in contact with a white sticky substance staining the material. It was then that he noticed it was the same cloth he had used to clean you up earlier. “Your shirt’s covered in— oh, my bad.”

“Are you serious, Ran? You’re buying me a new one.” You snapped, snatching it out of his grasp, irritated with the fact he had just ruined one of your favorite tops. “I have a sweater in my backpack, can you please get it?”

Ran recognized the oversized clothing, it was the one he had spent the past few weeks wrecking the entire house for. He had ultimately blamed Rindou for losing it despite his constant denial he always shot back regarding the godforsaken clothing. “Is this my hoodie?”

You had forgotten that you had stolen it the first time you fucked Ran. Of course, there was no way to lie out this situation without looking completely stupid. You jerked the material over the upper half of your body, ignoring the way his devilish grin grew wider by the second. “D-Don’t get the wrong idea, Haitani. I was going to return it.”

Ran shook his head in response, admiring the way it found its new proper place on your figure. He wanted to see you in more of his clothes, practically drooling at the thought of it. “Keep it, sweetheart. It suits you.”

“Your hair’s all fucked up,” You mumbled, focused on his tousled strands as a way to ignore the blazing heat rising in your cheeks. A curious hand reached out to toy with the strands around his face, it was soft to the touch, silky and smooth. “Can I braid it?”

“Go for it,” Ran grinned, eager to receive more of your attention as he pulled up a chair. The words you had muttered earlier lingered in his mind, eating away at his bleeding heart. “Did you mean what you said?” He asked as your eyes sent him a curious look, “About this being one time thing, I can respect that.”

“No,” You admitted, gently running your fingers through his hair, beginning the styling process. The bittersweet expression on his face tangled your heartstrings more than expected. Pushing him away did you no good, it only hurt both of you in the end. “I don’t know why I said that. People talk, you know? I’m scared of what rumors I’ll get roped into.”

“I like you,” Ran blurted out, slightly surprise with how quickly he was confessing despite constantly fighting back the urge. He always crumbled under your presence; it was difficult to think clearly when all he wanted was to have you at his side. “Can we try to work something out? If you want to, of course.”

“I like you too, idiot.” you laughed, securing the final braid with an elastic hair tie. You placed a fleeting peck on his cheek, avoiding the stunned expression on his face. “All done. Wanna watch a movie at my dorm?”

Ran leaned in close, an unsettling glint flickering in his captivating orbs. “One condition. Can I cuddle you?”

“Wow, you're such a softie!” You squealed, pinching his cheek as he rolled his eyes at the very true statement. Ran laced his fingers with yours, bringing them up to his lips and placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “Just for you, sweetness.”

You slid off the table, stumbling a few feet forward as your legs attempted to stabilize themselves after being brutalized by Ran's passionate lovemaking. There was no way you would be able to walk properly without getting a few questionable stares from fellow students and staff. "This is your fault, Ran."

Ran fought back a laugh, leaning down and positioning himself to receive your body weight. "I know. Hop on my back, pretty. I can piggyback you in style."

A scarlet blush adorned your cheeks as you rejected the offer, a mix of self-consciousness nipped at your spine along with pure humiliation. "Oh hell no! You're going to break your back hauling me halfway across campus."

“How else am I going to take you to your dorm?”

"This is embarrassing..." You whispered, hiding your face in his neck as he lead you out the doors while you were perched on his body. A couple of students stopped in their tracks to get a double take of the scene in front of them, pulling their phones out to record and share amongst the others. “People are staring, Ran!”

"Relax babe." Ran smiled before sprinting across the pavement as you let out a surprised scream. His large hands kept a secure grip on your thighs, reassuring you that he wouldn’t drop you. His amused laughter rang in your ears as he ran across campus like an idiot in love. "I was born with long legs for a reason!”

The hot gossip on campus, you ask? Ran Haitani has a girlfriend.

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hihihi!!! May I request the sdr2 boys with a s/o who's the traitor? I require my daily dose of angst : )

Also, May I be 🌅 anon?

fs fs! spoilers under the cut// also im deciding that the traitor helped with the murders in this case for extra angst lolol

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Hajime Hinata

-“Wh-what? That can’t be true! They wouldn’t... they would never!”

-Tries to deny it until the unavoidable evidence is shown, or you confess

-He tries to defend you by saying it’s probably blackmail at first, but if it isn’t, he’ll never forgive you. Point blank. You helped all of your friends kill each other

-“How could you do this to us?! After all of the trust we put in you! After I put in you!” 

-He can’t help but feel so, so angry at you. Or maybe at himself for not realizing sooner...? For not being able to convince you against betraying them?

-If it was because of blackmail, he still can’t help but distrust you afterwards. He’ll defend you and help convince others, but he’ll always feel that doubt in himself, and he hates it

-Noticeably angrier and apathetic after the ordeal, whether it was blackmail or not

-Expect your relationship to be put on pause indefinitely

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

-He knows you’re lying about something, but he really doesn’t like the answers he’s coming up with in his head. So, he denies everything in his head. He knows a liar when he sees one, though

-When it comes out that you’re the traitor, he jumps straight to defending you, cursing out everyone around you two and battling down every accusation

-The more he hears their arguments, the more he doubts himself, and you. All of those times you sneaked off, that you very obviously lied about something... it starts to make sense to him, but he refuses to believe it

-Once you confess he immediately shuts up. He won’t cry, but you can see the twitch of his eyes and fingers, signalling that he’s very close.

-He’ll be silent the rest of the trial, only letting out one “Why?” before he avoids your eyes the rest of the trial

-Even if it was blackmail, he still can’t believe that you would not only lie to him, but help that fucking bear in this fucked up game.

-He avoids you like the plague after the trial, no matter what you say to him. It’ll take something huge, like you or him almost dying, for him to talk to you again

-Even still, his trust in you is forever broken

Gundham Tanaka

-Denial, denial, denial. He refuses to even entertain the idea until it’s right in front of him, and even then...

-His dearest Y/N? No, no! Never! How dare anyone even consider the possibility!

-...Until you’re outed, or you confess. Then he shuts up in pure shock. He sputters out a few weak denials, but spends the rest of the time silent, staring through you

-All of this time... you were working with Monokuma? Helping to kill your dear friends? He thought he knew you. He trusted you. He loved you.

-If it turns out it was because of blackmail, he comes back to his senses slightly, and tries to cover it with his usual bravado while defending you again.

-Still, the fact that you helped kill some of his friends, and were going to keep doing it? How long until you killed him?

-He breaks up with you after the trial. He can’t stop looking at you and thinking about how you might’ve killed him next. He has nightmares the rest of the game and is inconsolable, and he feels intensely guilty about it.

-Maybe if he had seen it sooner, he could’ve stopped this from happening.

Kazuichi Souda

-By far one of the most emotional. He denies it like his own life depends on it

-Even when you confess or get outed, he’ll still deny it vehemently. He even starts tearing up in the midst of the debates

-He breaks down when you finally confess, stuttering out broken pleas of your name and asking why

-If it was blackmail, he immediately goes back to defending you, stuttering out “S-see?! Th-they wo-wouldn’t- I-I knew-!”

-Insults anyone who goes after you, even jumping in front of you to argue with them

-It doesn’t really set in until after the trial. He freaks out hard, wondering just how many deaths you had helped planning, how many you planned to do in the future...

-Were you planning on his death, too?

-Once he gets that into his head, he can’t stand to be in the same space as you for a while. He has nightmares about you now, and he feels awful about how anxious he is around you

-Your relationship ends without any words, and he’ll never look at you the same again, no matter how hard you try

Nagito Komaeda

-Nagito is a very, very smart man, and perceptive. He probably suspects you within the first few days, and it hurts. Whether he finds it hurts because you didn’t tell him or because he doesn’t like how you’re helping... well, he doesn’t really know

-He figures it’s some sort of blackmail, but he can’t be quite sure. He’ll poke around really subtly and figure it out for himself before anyone else

-Either way he’s on your side until the end. Nagito is very dedicated to you and simultaneously very unstable and dedicated to hope during this killing game. It’s difficult to tell which he cares about more sometimes.

-Even still, he won’t sell you out until it’s absolutely necessary. You’re still his lover. He cares about you, traitor or not, potential for a hope step ladder or not.

-He’ll help you out with your jobs, even if you don’t ask or tell him to. You’ll find him “accidentally” helping in the beginning when you don’t know he knows

-He helps you stay alive when others figure out you’re the traitor. He’ll lie for you, he’ll kill for you, manipulate... all to keep you safe or to keep the battle for hope going? It’s hard to tell when he gets that look in his eyes...

-All he wants is for hope to prevail. A traitor is the perfect way to test the hope of your friends, right?

Nekomaru Nidai

-Probably the calmest out of everyone. He takes a moment to be shocked and yell before taking a moment to calm himself down

-He wants to jump to conclusions and be angry, but he reigns it in. He doesn’t know the full story. He’ll save his anger for later. He’s very good at regulating his emotions when needed

-Scarily calm when questioning you, but his eyes are more intense than you’ve ever seen them

-He’ll snap if others get too into accusing you and insulting you, but he tries to keep it under wraps. He can’t blame them, though

-If he finds out it was blackmail, relief floods his body, and you can visibly see him relax a bit. He focuses on that.

-Even though he’s defending you to other people, he can’t help but think of his dear friends that he lost... just how involved were you?

-He ends up breaking the wooden stand in front of him thinking about them. Your relationship is put on hold after this revelation. He can’t stop how angry he feels when he sees you, even if he can try to calm himself, he ends up snapping at you

Teruteru Hanamura

-He honestly suspects you a smidge before it comes out, but he denies it to hell so much that he convinces himself it isn’t true

-He can’t help but doubt himself late at night, though...

-“Wh-wha? No, no, no! Y-you’re lying! They wouldn’t ever do somethin’ like that!”

-He becomes nigh unintelligible when you’re accused, hurling insults at everyone non stop until someone (you) shuts him up

-He’ll immediately start sobbing if you confess. He trusted you so much, you were his sweetheart! His everything, the one person he could go to... and you... helped this? This whole thing?

-If it turns out it was blackmail, he’ll thrust right back into defending you, even if you’ve officially broken his trust

-He’ll distance himself from you heavily after it comes out, even if you show that it wasn’t your choice, but deny it if you confront him

-Every time he sees you, his dead friends flash through his head. Were you in on those deaths, too? Was he next before everyone found out?

Byakuya Twogami

-Another one who knows before it’s revealed. If anyone knows how to pin a lie, it’s him

-He’ll confront you about it as soon as he’s sure, and he’ll make sure to keep it empathetic and understanding. There’s no way you did this out of your own volition, right?

-If you come clean and admit it, he’ll protect you the best he can. As long as the reason is because of blackmail, at least

-Honestly even if it isn’t he’ll have a hard time letting you go

-He’ll lie and manipulate others to keep you safe for as along as possible. He doesn’t like manipulating his friends, but he will for you

-He’ll defend you the second that it comes out in public for everyone else

-Stays by your side almost all the time after everyone knows to keep you safe

-He feels hurt that you didn’t tell him at first, but he understands why. He’ll be a bit more reserved for a while though, and he grapples with how he feels about you a lot

-On one hand you’re hurting everyone else, but did you really have a choice...? He really hopes you didn’t.

[beesmygod]

ugh

despite being such a gossip and drama hound myself, i do not relish being the subject of it. you might think its because being the subject of scrutiny and attention is stressful. it’s actually because the people who keep lining up to try to shots at me wind up being the dumbest people alive who knock themselves out somehow. i think its important to get in front of “a narrative”, especially in this case, where every player is a lying liar who lies ahahaha. this one is way funnier than morbi actually. up until now, i was tactfully setting aside what happened out of uh. whatever kindness was left in my heart, i guess. more fool me!

im not going out of my way to crop ppl out of this if you look bad its your own damn fault. no one made you type this shit but you. dont post shit you can’t cash.

you might have been confused by the exchange between anon and this guy yesterday when i reblogged it to set the record straight on morbi. i was, until very recently, an infrequent contributor to his webcomics discord. earlier this year, i tried to reach out into more communities so i could get to know more artists and keep up with what’s hot (what a stupid fucking idea that was, in hindsight). a few days ago, some weirdly supportive of kiwifarms tweets from a comic artist who was ruined by them were posted for discussion. everyone pretty much just noted that it was weird with one person asking what kf even was. everyone else explained so i added this stupid shit

note: this is at 5:24 am. because at 7pm that night, one of the people in the discord goes completely full fucking tilt out of literally nowhere. i have screencapped the entire conversation up until that point as proof that i 1. literally did not say anything else the entire day and 2. proof that the conversation was completely normal up until that point.

inexplicably, people in the server put on kids gloves and start trying to come to a middle ground with this dipshit like hmm yes maybe we are a little kiwifarms could you explain more so we can understand you. when i noticed an hour later i saw red.

for someone who was “not helping”, the attention-seeking hysteric suddenly evaporated into thin air. i dont think anyone has actually shamed them for their behavior before. the conversation was shut down rather than resolved because i raised the temperature. daniel invited me to speak to him more privately in his dm if i had any more concerns bc i was pissed it was being swept under the rug. so i did.

here is the conversation in full. im posting it bc it makes him look like a clown and because later, he characterizes this as “chasing him” into his dms. what i didnt realize until today is that he says that the person going nuts is a moderator’s sibling, which explains why they’re permitted to take huge shits on people with no repercussions.

having committed the worst crime you can do in a nerd group (be mean) i was subjected to a post-mortem about the event (?) which culminated with this unbelievable irony cap

after my 10 mins were up, i said “i am not a good cultural fit or share the same moral priorities as this server and i will show myself out” and left. i vented on my twitter with blistering posts basically saying “well they’re all young. its annoying and seems bad but what can i do but leave”. and left it there.

it seems insanely obvious to me, so obvious that i struggled to even have to explain it to people whose entire brain appeared to have leaked out of their skull, that allowing someone in your discord for artists accuse random artists of wanting to reboot the mass shooting and violent transphobia website is literally the worst possible behavior you could permit. i wasnt expecting the mods to leap into action and do something, as they seemed to desperately think. i wanted to not belong to a community that would tolerate or entertain this.

anyway, yesterday morbi happened. i reblogged that post and daniel, after being told he wasnt a problem, decided he absolutely had to be one right now. he followed me on twitter and began posting ominously about a “write-up” of what happened between morbi and i because “some people” (this could literally only be the discord chat, and the reason he didnt want to post it there so they could snicker at it to themselves was because he thought this would humiliate or scare me) were curious.

maybe you’ve noticed a little flaw in the logic both morbi and dan have when it comes to “doxing”: for two people who are very concerned about privacy they’re out here retweeting the very information they’re decrying as invasive and then dan goes and fucking googles her and posts on a public platform more information about her than i cared to know. i cant stop thinking about how these morons were completely convinced they were doing something noble and righteous here by standing up for someone that maybe might be a black woman (hence: racism) based entirely on like a pintrest account

the cloying, transparent attempts to seduce me into messaging him first to soothe his battered ego are so desperate and pathetic that they make you hurt from the sidelines. you can see me gently try to explain why they look like a complete lunatic clutching their pearls over unmasking anonymous hate before i give up. there was so much obviously wrong about what they were doing that i was in disbelief that they were telling me that they were doing it.

1. taking a “both sides” approach doesn’t work when one person is a serial sexual harasser and the other posted an email address attached to a near cry-typing comment.

2. the attempt to use black women as a cudgel to defeat his posting enemy.

3. whatever this. attempt at banter is. idk man.

all of this didn’t work, so he tried showing me a piece of what he was writing that was the most deliberately inflammatory in the hopes that this morsel would finally compel me to bite and come begging for a re-write to save my webcomic career.

i wasn’t posting in a way that was drawing attention to this, it was a nosy (positive) friend who noticed this happening and went “holy shit what the fuck are you doing” which caused him to backpedal furiously

i was planning on letting him post it and just letting it speak for itself. i cannot think of a more ruinous thing to do to yourself than to ally with a sexual harasser and post openly and transparently about how extremely mad you are about how a girl made you feel. what could have possibly gone wrong.

in the end, daniel signed off with this post, signaling a more positive future for himself and his comic since his plan to annoy someone with a reputation for being a huge bitch multiple times by trying to downplay the severity of his and his friend’s actions, somehow blew up in his face

ah wait hold on. im getting word that he posted this after deleting a different post. this one

if there were any doubt what this were all about, daniel went and tweeted it out (literally) because subtext is difficult. my demand for a public apology for being accused baselessly of a career ending lie in order to stop this behavior from ever happening again has been recontextualized in his head as mean old bea picking on him and forcing him to do terrible things like “moderate” as a moderator.

over the past week ive been subject to racists, sex pests and 0/10 trolls but the spineless, moral coward is the most egregiously memorable of the lot. despite the amount of leeway i gave him for his repeated weak-willed behavior, he always found a new way to own himself without external prompting. despite me walking away and being satisfied with that, he came back for more. there are some people you cannot help, there are some people i don’t want to help because they cannot stop putting their hands on hot stoves. and then there are people who are begging for it.

somehow, it will be my fault that he feels bad and embarrassed about his behavior because i have catalogued it after being pushed around enough and it will not be seen as a direct result of his repeated failure of conscience.

anyway lol, lmao

[dr4kenlvr]

liar

pairing: izana kurokawa x gn!reader

genre: angst

request: hii could you do a izana oneshot when he realizes his s/o is in toman? thank you so much!!

a/n: hey anon! i made this piece angsty, since it wasn't specified and that was the vibe i got from this plot, hope that's alright by you <3 + izana and reader are not in a fully established relationship due to the plot, i also got carried away asdfgsdjf

warnings: spoilers from tokyo rev - tenjiku arc manga, angst, reader has feelings but can't pursue them, izana gets used, izana cries, i cry while writing this, etc LMAO.

not once had izana thought he had somebody. a somebody to himself, a somebody to call his, a somebody to care and love for. a somebody that he thought he could rule the world with. izana lived a wretched life brimmed with the mindset that he was alone forever.

the day kakucho had introduced you to him, he felt indifferent. to kakucho, you were a friend, someone he had gotten along with well in school. to izana, you were just another pawn he planned on using to reach the top. a piece of his plan he could easily remove and throw away when needed.

to you, izana was a mystery. a charming man covered in an invisible cloak of secrets and confidence. he practically oozed ambition, and it was your job to unveil him.

you were an addition to toman, a fact that was unbeknownst to kakucho. it had been discussed and concluded that you were to be toman's spy within tenjiku's premises. you needed information. solid, ground information that would make a swift victory for toman in the future. it was simple really, you were one of toman's finest minds. everyone agreed it'd had to be you to do the job. the plan was to persuade kakucho to introduce you to his friends, infiltrate tenjiku, become associates with izana and help toman bring them down. simple— right?

who would've known that what occured between izana and you, couldn't be labelled as pure associates.

you and izana had grown quite close, despite only have met. you had to admit, it did take a generous amount of time to get him to open up to you. but when he did, you were instantly hooked. something about izana caught your attention. he was extremely attentive and intelligent and it resulted in your admiration for the way he led his gang. you couldn't help but compare him to mikey. mikey, toman. you remembered your job, and why you were really here.

it had been a few weeks now, fortunately no one had suspected you of anyone else other than tenjiku's new lackey. however unfortunately, your time here was about to end.

the sun was setting lowly upon the horizon, splashes of orange and pink painted the water below your dangling feet. next to you sat izana, shoulder to shoulder. he didn't know what possessed him to sit so closely, but he was compelled to. quite often the two of you would be found sitting together, either enjoying one another's company or chatting up a small conversation. kakucho liked to tease izana of his fasination with you, saying 'it's rare for you to be so involved with others'. this time, no one had said anything. izana felt the silence between the two of you was relatively comforting.

lately, izana has been feeling different. he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but something felt different. was it the way his palms got sweaty when you looked at him? or the way he had to muster up some sense of courage just to talk to you? he didn't know. it was odd, but he liked it. izana took a deep breathe, relishing in whatever this feeling was. he noticed you do the same. he smiled, were you feeling what he was?

exhaling gently, you opened your eyes to the sky above you. the silence was nice, but the sunken pulls on your heart felt otherwise. infiltrating tenjiku was fairly easy, gaining the trust of the top executives proved to be a challenge, but you managed. hell, now you were even sitting next to their leader. the bond between you and izana grew into something much more than you primarily presumed. there were feelings blossoming inside you that should never have sprouted. there were emotions you felt for izana that should never have been perceived. you were toman's ally, not tenjiku's.

then why did it hurt so god damn much whenever izana smiled at you?

you decided something before asking izana to meet you here. since you had gained enough information about the group and izana himself, there was no need for you to stay, and toman needed you back.

"izana." you started.

"hm? what is it?" he responded, violet eyes peering over to you with interest. he wondered what you were gonna tell him, he felt his chest swell with anxiety. nonetheless, he kept a nonchalant face at your hesitation. calm and collected as always.

"i wanted to be the one to let you know," you gulped, "that im apart of toman." you paused, feeling your throat clog up. "im not on your side. and i was sent here to collect data on you and the gang. now that i've got it, i'm no longer needed here." you confessed. your heart refused, but you knew that this is what you had to do.

izana sat still. he didn't respond. he couldn't respond. what was he supposed to say? you.. were apart of toman? as in, mikey's group? and you were a spy for them? izana was bemsued, he opened his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. he felt his eyes water. you hadn't even looked him in the eyes yet, couldn't you at least do that?

you sighed, taking another deep breathe. you turn to him, "it's ti-."

"how could you?!" izana yelled, fumbling up to his feet. you were taken aback by his sudden outburst, then you felt your heart clench at the sight. tears streamed down izana's face, leaving marked evidence of the sadness he felt. "i-i trusted you! you were someone i considered a friend! s-someone who i thought would want me back! and now you go and leave me like i'm nothing but a piece of fucking trash!" he screamed, words fumbling out to no end now. his violet eyes now harsh and rigid at your form below him. the wind howled and clamoured against your bodies.

"you're telling me you used me this entire time? you're.. you're nothing but a liar! a god damned liar!" izana's words screeched at your ears. he panted, harder and harder until it felt like his lungs were going to give out on him. how was it that another person is leaving him? another person doesn't want him back?

you stayed silent. izana sobbed at the look on your face- you're like a stranger to him now. was he always one to you? it's evident you're not looking at him with the same kindness you did before. was it all feigned pity and compassion? he sniffled, before gesturing you to go. "leave y/n. i don't ever want to see you again."

you stand up quietly. the wind roaringly blows past and between you and him one more, before you turn your back against him. your chest aches with pain when you look ahead. you can still hear izana's ragged inhales as you take your first few steps away from him.

"i'm sorry, izana. goodbye."

izana watched as the gap between you and him grew bigger. the view of your back became smaller and smaller as you walked away from his shaking form. a part of him wanted you to turn back once more, to acknowledge him as a person just once more. but you never did.

it was then izana knew, that he was destined to be alone.

[mayday505]

this is the same anon who sent the ask about verlaine.. also what happened to chuuya and the sheep? since you mentioned before chuuya didn't join the mafia, where is he when yosano takes over? did she had any plans of recruiting him? did the sheep betray him as well here? mori and dazai both thought it was the matter of time before the thing with the arahabaki and old boss happened. im really invested now and i need to know everything ekemek

Hello Anon!!! Thank you for the ask!! I'm going to answer this one first since its easier to articulate my thoughts for this question:

Okay so Chuuya joins the sheep. Because Dazai never joined the mafia and Mori is...well.. dead... He never gets roped into the mafia through the events of fifteen.

As another consequence of this, Chuuya comes across the homeless struggling Akutagawa siblings and they too join the sheep. They come to view each other as siblings (bc once again forcing my headcanons on you) and Akutagawa is incredibly loyal to Chuuya for saving his and Gin's lives.

When Yosano takes over he's in the sheep, naturally. Mori had records of the Arahabaki experiments which Yosano finds almost 5 years after her takeover, but doesn't particularly understand. All she really knows is there was a strong ability user that was supposedly created as a government weapon, which Mori was aware of and had future plans to recruit him as a valuable asset to the mafia. She begins to search for this said ability user privately with sub exec Randou (Rimbaud) not wanting to disclose her plans to anyone else.

However Rimbaud betrays Yosano, after figuring out where Chuuya is but not disclosing this to her, and going rogue, since he doesn't hold the respect he held for Mori towards Yosano, freshly 19 and a bit of a bitch if I do say so myself.

The fifteen stuff still happens, but slightly differently. Dazai is sent to build ties with The Sheep's leader for intel on a rumour about Arahabaki and the Mafia's old boss from multiple sources in his network of informants. He's mostly supposed to be doing intelligence work and diplomacy here for the ADA, but alas Soukoku shenanigans ensue, and he and Chuuya are roped into a scheme by Rimbaud. Rimbaud essentially sets himself up as a "witness" of one of the sightings of Arahabaki, luring both Dazai and Chuuya into his plans.

He'd essentially planned to find Chuuya using the information from Yosano and lure him out with the rumors of Arahabaki and some impending threat to the sheep (the old boss being sighted in Suribachi) and subsequently using Chuuya to lure Verlaine out, in order to find out what happened to his partner. This goes horribly wrong however, and ends up in Dazai's first murder of the AU (yay!)

This is resolved and Yosano finds out about Rimbauds betrayal and subsequently where Chuuya is, but at this point she has no intention of recruiting him straight away. The ADA and The Sheep are now on good terms, and Dazai and Chuuya begrudgingly become friends at some point during this.

About a year later, Yosano, who knew about Rimbauds real identity, broadcasted the fact that the mafia killed a french spy as a warning to her enemies, an act that draws Verlaine back to Japan, kickstarting au!stormbringer events.

Essentially Yosano makes a deal with Verlaine in which she'll hand over Chuuya to him (she's fucking lying like a liar) if he helps her with her plans which she purposefully keeps vague, and Verlaine assumes its got to do with bringing down the sheep.

Verlaine attempts to kill the sheep, which he succeeds in killing a few members, declaring he is there for Chuuya. The events of stormbringer aren't too different tbh, just Chuuya isn't a part of the mafia at this stage. He and Dazai team up along with new cyborg bestie Adam to get Verlaine to maybe fuck off, and while they're focused on that, Yosano takes the sheep hostage.

She offers Shirase a deal, that if they give up Chuuya to her, (knowing that he and Dazai will defeat Verlaine eventually) she'll let them live. Shirase weighs the pros and cons and decides to betray Chuuya, as he is a liability if people are going to continuously be hunting him for his ability. Chuuya leaves the sheep, and out of loyalty and disagreement with Shirase, Akutagawa and Gin leave too, following Chuuya, despite his protests that being with him could get them killed. Yosano attempts to recruit him then, and still Chuuya refuses.

She sets up an ambush in which she'd planned for either Akutagawa sibling to be either killed or fatally injured, and then bargain Chuuya's mafia membership with their lives. However Chuuya takes the blow for Akutagawa, almost dying, and Yosano forces him to choose between letting Chuuya die and selling them all out to the mafia. Akutagawa sells them out, not wanting to see his older brother-figure die, and gives up their freedom to the mafia. Akutagawa was never a part of the deal, but he and gin stay in the mafia for Chuuya out of guilt of surrendering Chuuya's right to choose, despite him reassuring them both that he doesn't care.

So yes, the sheep do betray him and Chuuya, despite not joining the mafia initially, joins soon after he turns 16 (I lied... sorryyyy but im a sucker for The sheep angst) Also if u see plot holes.... no you don't. this is still in the rough drafts stage so it will be ironed out when I eventually start writing the fic LMAO

[miraculouscontent]

a-mirror-of-memories asked:

Not only Alya revealed Marinette's secrets without hesitating, she even put on her "amazing" blog information that Hawkmoth should've NEVER know which at the end was the cause of Master Fu been discovered and Marinette's current position as the guardian

I’m noticing a lot of similarities between Alya and Adrien (the two people meant to be the closest to Marinette). Is it just me?

Like the anon said, there’s “Feast” with Alya causing something that leads to something bad for Marinette in the Season 3 finale, and it’s the same with Adrien since he inadvertently convinced Marinette to give Chloe the bee, which again led to something bad for her in the Season 3 finale.

And now we have both Adrien and Alya getting free passes to knowing that Lila’s a liar, both free passes given by Marinette. Neither have to be challenged for that same reason.

+ Maribug being nerfed/shoved aside for the sake of making Alya/AdriChat look good.

Anonymous asked:

I know I like alyla salt personally because she reminds me of my “friends” from middle school and I find fics where she or the class get to violence believable because that’s what my “friends” ended up doing

I’m so sorry to hear that happened to you! Same to anyone else, honestly, because if I get this salty with a fictional character, can’t imagine how it’d be in real life.

Anonymous asked:

Since we're all jumping on the Alya salt bandwagon, I have a question I'm not sure you've answered before. Would you consider Alya's friendship with Marinette controlling or toxic? Do you see any parallels with how Chloe treats Sabrina?

I don’t like to use the word “toxic” because I’d rather just describe the issues I have instead of using a word that means basically nothing anymore unless you’re playing Pokemon, lol.

I consider it incredibly unbalanced and also unhealthy. Even with Alya knowing that Marinette is Ladybug, their dynamic doesn’t change and the power in the relationship shifts too much in Alya’s favor. Part of it is due to the show in general treating Marinette like garbage, but the rest is just... Alya being Alya.

Anonymous asked:

you know how in Truth, when asked Marinettes Secret Alya says that 'Marinette has a crush on Adrien' gag? Well, here's the thing, she believed that was Marinettes big secret. And that she told to her boyfriend probably after a week of them dating to be completely honest. She told Nino, her boyfriend, whom has no *real* relationship to Marinette at all other than being mutual friends, what she thought was Marinettes deepest, darkest, secret. you get where im going with this?

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Oh my gosh, I hate it.

(And it’s worse because it’s not after a week of them dating; it was the day of them starting to date.)

[toutallyahoe]

Hey, just asking. Will you do an alternative part for the.. percy x male reader, battle of hogwarts? I'm eventually a sUckEr for aNgSt and when I say sUckEr for aNgSt I love crying my eyes out until.. next week, but me no have standards something sad makes me wanna mourn in my room. Take your time doe if you will do another part for it. WE LOVE YOU!

requested by: anon

pairing(s): percy weasely x male reader

warnings: cursing, character death, harry potter spoilers

a/n: asdfghjkl im so sorry for taking so long to write this! i am currently having some issues here and there atm but here it is now!

and lmaoooo im a sucker for angst (whether reading it or writing it) and i just am so happy someone actually wants the alternative part of my percy hcs afajdhsjdbjsd as much as i love this boi, this has too much angst potential yall

anyways, on to the angst! also, ily TwT <333

percy was trying to find you, [name]

it was already the end of the hogwarts battle and he was frantically looking all over for you when he finished checking up on fred and making sure his dumb brother was still alive (fred was and even joked that percy finally lost his uptight attitude on that joke)

fear still crept into percy's system as he looked around the area and trying to ask people where [name] was

and the fear had gotten more and more as minutes passed by when percy asked where you, [name], were and only gotten sad shakes of head and getting told they didnt know where you are

percy still had hope though

even if the fear and dread settling into him, percy still believe you are alive

you have to be

all that hope went down the drain when percy gotten the new by another wizard that [name] didnt made it

percy wouldn't believe it

he wont fucking believe it

percy would call that wizard a liar and would frantically run around the whole battle in search for [name]

screaming loudly on where the fuck is he and that the battle was over

people who witnessed percy could only look in pity, especially the ones who saw [name]'s end

it took a few wizard for percy to get a hold of him to then bring percy to where [name] was

percy was in shock and was ready to collapse when he saw the familiar clothes [name] wore before the battle

percy had immediately got out of the wizard's grips to run over towards [name]'s body. screaming and yelling that this wasnt suppose to happen

percy still hope this was just a random wizard with the similar fashion sense and maybe looks to his fiancé although it sound so wrong

but percy didnt care because he just want [name] alive

but seeing the familiar tuff of [hair color] hair in a mess, the bloodied and bruised [skin color] skin and those [eye color] eyes that always looked into percy and knew that they understand him was dulled and lifeless

percy knew this was [name]

his [name]

his fucking fiancé who is dead

percy wasted no time to embrace [name]'s body as he screamed and cried

percy was in hysterics as he screamed for his fiancé to wake up

"no— no, no, no!!! dont do this to me [last name]! wake up! please wake up!"

percy was in denial as he cried

he wont believe it

he wont ever fucking believe it

percy would yell about their promise to each other before the war had even started

hell, before they were even dragged into this and was just oblivious to everything in the world

"you promised you stupid git! you promised we'll survive this! you promised!!!"

"you said you wont leave me! please! dont fucking do this to me [name]! please..."

percy only cried and cried as he wished for his fiancé, the man he was supposed to marry after the war, the man who promised to always be by his side, his [name] was gone

as percy cried with [name] still in his arms, the weasleys found percy and [name] and it was a saddening sight

molly let out a gasp as she immediately hid her face on arthur's chest as she couldnt bare to see the sight of her son heartbroken and also seeing [name], her soon to be son-in-law dead

arthur immediately consoled molly as he tries to keep the tears in check on his son's grief

both fred and george stood frozen in shock as this was the first time they saw percy cry and seeing [name]'s corpse, the twins felt the grief

both bill and charlie were in the same fate as the twins as they looked sadly at their younger brother and the tragedy that happened

ron and ginny were in tears, especially ginny who was excited to have [name] as a family

[name] was so close to the weasleys and his untimely death caused so much grief for them

the other wizards who witnessed the tragedy could only look down and respect the lost of many lives in the war

the weasleys consoled percy as best as they can despite their own grief

percy wouldnt let go of [name]'s body and would go in hysterics if anyone tried to separate him from [name]

percy would still be in denial as he sobs about [name] supposed to marry him weakly

"you promised... you promised we'll be together you stupid git... please... please dont do this to me..."

[name] died protecting a fellow wizard, cursing a death eater but was unfortunately hit with the death curse that took his life away

[name]'s last thought before the curse hit him was percy and his promise

[name]'s promise before the war on being with percy's side until the end and marrying the ginger was never fulfilled

"im sorry... percy..."

[justoneday-namjoonii]

forgive me

anon request: “I really love the way you write angsty stuff so if u want, can u write a scene where jungkook is like involved in illegal stuff like drugs or maybe he's a hitman, Y/N and Jungkook have a conflict about that because she's not happy with what he does, he gets hurt a lot but he enjoys his job and doesn't wanna give it up cuz he loves the thrill. It can be an emotional scene where Y/N tells him that she's afraid of losing him because of what he does. Honestly come up with anything, I don't mind 😂”

prompt: Jungkook is a druglord, you’re a waitress at a shabby burger place. He loves what he does and even though you try to ignore it, it scares you. You fear you’ll lose him if he doesn’t quit and he’s all you have. Your so called family are full of lies and if it wasn’t for Jungkook, you don’t know where you’d be. You wonder every night if the sirens you hear are for him—you pray it’s not for him. Secretly, he feels the same about you.

pairing: Jungkook x reader

genre: angst, drabble, mental health issues, mentions of murder, mature subject matter

author’s note: For the anon who requested this, this is for you! I hope you enjoy~ did i watch Truth be Told and decide to make the OC a twin? yes, yes i did

When you opened your eyes, you started to feel around for your cellphone. When you couldn't feel for it, you rolled over and yawned, it's probably under the bed. That's where its gonna stay too. As soon as you got home from work, you fell face-first into your bed and taking a shower was the last thing on your mind. But now you're feeling the stale department store smell on your clothes. It takes about two minutes for you to roll out of bed and realize you that Jungkook should have been here by now. You grab your phone and see two missed calls and a text from 2 hours ago.

jungkook💖💫: im sorry ill be over a little later baby, something came up 

jungkook💖💫: i miss you angel

You smile, he always misses you. And you miss him too, but you know he's probably out there in the slums of the city, doing what he does. How you lucked out with him, you have no idea. One night you were trying to call an Uber to get home from a birthday party at the club. It was around midnight and you had to work so you couldn't hang with the hardcore crowd. You went outside to call for a ride but you were being watched. Some guy kept catcalling, just outright harassing you. It was the scariest night of your life. You were telling him to leave you alone but he was drunk or high, either way, he wasn't all there. He snatched your phone. Just when you thought he was going to grab you, a black sports car, one you would have had to work two lifetimes to afford, stopped at the light. And before you know it, the man trying to get you is being dragged into the alley where he probably would have taken you. You remember being frozen, all you could hear was cursing and blunt force. The mystery man, whose car is still in the middle of the road, emerges from the dark corner between the buildings.

You were completely taken. The smile, the hair, the tattoos, and dangling earrings, paired with a striking gaze—he was an angel. He was so beautiful and he was just looking at you stand there with your mouth open.

"If there's one thing I hate, oh here you go," He hands you your phone and you get a nice look at his hand tattoo, "it's motherfuckers who can't leave women the fuck alone. Sorry you had to deal with that, but he won't be bothering you or anyone else after tonight, or use his hands again," He sighs, fixing his clothes a bit and wiping the blood from the corner of his lip, "are you okay?"

"Yeah, thank you," You slip the phone in your bomber jacket pockets, "not a lot of people would stop a stupid guy from bothering a girl they don't even know."

"Yeah, I'm Jungkook by the way," He introduces himself with a smile, situating his nice clothes, "do you- Um, did you need a ride? I'm not a creep I swear," He holds his hands up in surrender when you furrow your brows at the suggesting—great, now she thinks I'm a pervert. 

"I didn't stop that guy as blackmail to get laid, I just-" He pauses to grapple for the right words, "I saw you just standing on the curb and I know it's not safe out here-"

"If it's not any trouble," You interrupt his rambling, "I live about 15 minutes away, I was gonna call a ride but if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it. My name is Y/n, by the way."

That night changed your life forever. It was the first time you had wanted to kiss a stranger, the first night you ever came close to a soulmate. He confesses to having seen you in the club, he was at the bar, refusing offers from every girl from the bartenders to cougars out on the town, at least that's what you always thought. In that little fifteen minutes, you got to know very little about him but you felt so comfortable sharing things about yourself when he asked. He dropped you off and said if you ever needed anything, to give him a call. 

You never got to use the number because you ended up seeing him again. He showed up to your job, but he wasn't there for you, he was there for one of your money laundering and pill-popping associates. You were taking a break and for some reason, the break room was eerily empty. After you heard gunshots and the whole store went into chaos. You remember trying to leave and suddenly being swept away and into an outside electrical room apart of the building. You calmed down enough to realize that it was him but you were baffled.

"What're the odds that you would work at the same place as that bastard," He fiddles with the gun, tucking it to his side and flipping on the safety and pulling off his mask with a toothy grin, "do you remember me?"

"You?... Jungkook, how did you- Why are you-..." You make a small step back and swallow, scrambling to think of something to say. "Have you been following me like some creep?!"

"No! this is just a run-in by fate, I swear I didn't plan it. I'm not even supposed to still be here but I couldn't just leave, not without saying something to you."

"Okay...What do you want to say? I have to get back on the clock." You look him up and down, his all-black clothes and heavy boots intimidating but alluring in many ways.

"Wanna grab a coffee?"

For some reason, you said yes to the familiar stranger.

"Sure- I mean no! No, I can't Jungkook, I have to get back to work-"

"Trust me, just come with me," He extends his hand for you to take and smiles, "you won't regret it."

You took his hand and never looked back.

* * *

Nights like this.

When it's too early to ruin his life and too late to pretend like he wouldn't care. So when he shows up to the lounge to enforce an unpaid debt from a client, he leaves with bruised knuckles, two grand, and a rush of adrenaline. He went a little hard on the guy, but can you blame him? He messed up his plans. Tonight is date night, also known as 'crash at your place' night. It worked out though, you had to work late so he wouldn't be too tardy. Judging by the fact that you haven't answered your phone, you must be knocked out.

He slips his hand into his pocket and fumbles with his keys until he finds the one to your apartment. When he walks inside he hears the sink on and smiles to himself, you must've just woken up. 

"Baby, it's me," He announces himself, "how was your day?"

"Fine," You step out in your work clothes, still trying to get your earrings out, "as fine as a day working for the devil could be." 

"That bad?" You take note of the silk black shirt that's rolled up to his elbows, letting you see his beautiful sleeve of tattoos. When he comes dressed like this, and smelling like smoke you know he's been out into high-end clubs. The way some of the women look at him makes you feel small and a little self-conscious. But he always reassures you that you're who he wants, not some woman who sees him as an experimental one-night stand. When he tells you to meet him in the restroom because he needs to tell you something, you're reminded that you're all he wants.

"She screwed the schedule. My only day off was taken because her favorite, Kasey, has to go out of town."

He unbuttons the buttons on his shirt with deliberate fingers. "You walked out on a job for me before, remember that?" He smiles, letting his shirt fall from his shoulders like a dream. A bruise on his upper arm catches your attention but you don't say anything. "If you're not happy, just leave. I can take care of you, you can be my sugar baby."

"Yeah, my step-mom would love that, I could see it now," You cringe at the thought, "Hey, just a heads up, I'm not working or married but I have a sugar daddy who pays all my bills and lets me use his money for free, oh, he's also a drug lord. She'd really think highly of me then." 

"Fuck Carol, she's a judgmental priss anyway," He comes up to you, hands finding your waist, "why do you care what she thinks about you?" 

"I don't care what she thinks, but if she finds out she'll tell my dad and I don't want to hear it from him. If he pretends to not be disappointed by the lesser-twin one more time, I'll actually cuss him out...He's such a liar, he lied to my mom and he lies to me.”

"Quit saying that," Jungkook grabs you under your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist so he can sit on the edge of your bed, "you're not the lesser-twin, you're the cute and sexy twin." You sit back on his thighs and you both laugh at his attempt to lighten your mood.

"Well, I'm not a successful surgeon and I'm broke as hell, but at least my boyfriend thinks I'm cute." His hands find their way to the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, revealing a disappointing tank top.

"See, this is disappointing. Why are you wearing a tank top? It's a hundred degrees outside." He sighs, looking up at you like a pouting little kid.

"Because I want to," You grin, brushing his hair from his brows, revealing a scratch, "you're cut."

"Yeah, had a run-in with an old friend, we're obviously not friends anymore."

"You should take me with you on these deals and stuff, I'd make a great bodyguard for you," You joke, "if you showed me how to use a gun."

"You?" He giggles at the image of you secretly acting as a bodyguard, a dagger, and a gun in a garter under a skintight dress. "That's not a bad idea, they'd be too distracted looking at how fucking beautiful you are to see you as a threat."

"Yeah, I always saw as the Bonnie & Clyde type of couple," He leans up to kiss you and you smile through it before he pulls away, "eh, you need to shower, you smell like weed."

He furrows his brows, a snarky smile on his mouth. "And you smell like French fries, but I still kissed you.”

"Touche." You can't argue with that, the French fries smell gets to you too.

He picks you up, carrying you to the bathroom with a beaming smile.

"Let's shower then."

 * * *

A deal went bad, he got grazed by a bullet and spent a few hours at the emergency room.

When he pulled in to the driveway and saw your car, he sighed in relief—he was hoping you'd come. After work, you had come by earlier to clear your head and take a breather from your cramped apartment and rowdy neighbors. Ever since his 'new position' he was put up in this huge mansion, equipped with a full staff. Luckily, they were off tonight so no need to keep quiet.

It's getting late and you've been trying to watch a baking show to stay awake but it was getting difficult. He hadn't called or answered any of your calls or texts. When you hear the garage door open, your heavy lids lift and you yawn, trying to wake up so you can tell him how your day has been.

He opens the door with a deep sigh and he's glad you can't see the thick white bandage on his upper arm and tired shadows under his eyes because of the dim lights. "Jungkook, it's so late..." You mumble, sitting up. "what took you so long?"

"Yeah, baby, I just had a mix up with someone who owed the group a lot of money, they, uh- They opened fire and we had a lot to clean up." He offhandedly mentions that and goes to the bathroom to change and you just wait for him.

The painkiller is wearing off but he manages to brush his teeth and slip into some sweats and a t-shirt. After flicking the light switch off, he falls into bed with a heavy exhale. Glad to finally have him close so you can tell him about your terrible day, you turn to hug him, and instantly a wince of pain leaves his mouth. 

"Sorry," You giggled, thinking he was just kidding until you see the bandage on his arm, "Oh my gosh," You sit up, hand reaching for his bandage with concern in your brows, "what happened?"

"It's nothing baby, I was grazed by a bullet and had to go to the ER," He spares you a weak grin, hand rustling through his damp locks, "but it's nothing, I feel fine."

It's always nothing to him. You lean down and place a gentle kiss on his forehead, one he would normally place on you. Nights go by and you know he's out there risking his life, not thinking how devastated you would be if one night he doesn't come back.  

He caresses the apple of your cheek, lips parting when sits up to try to kiss you, but you pull away.

"Hey, I've had a long day I just want to kiss you," He sits up now, "talk to me." 

"Talk to yourself, I'm going to sleep."

"Where the fuck is this coming from?" He glares at you, tone firmer than before. "Y/n, cut the crap. What's the problem?"

"Jungkook, there's no problem I just worry about you."

"I don't mean to make you worry," He speaks softly, "but you know this is what I do, I can't stop now, even if I wanted to."

"I know," Sadly, "but you're all I have."

He tilts his head, a bit confused. "What happened?"

"My sister called when I got off of work. My dad isn't doing well, his liver is in terrible condition and he needs a transplant...He's on a wait-list now." 

Knowing the severed relationship you have with your family, he treads lightly when requesting this. "Do you want to go see him?-"

"No!" You snap. "Why would I want to see him? This is what he gets for killing my mother."

"Y/n, you don't mean that..." Jungkook gets uncomfortable when you enter that head-space, you become ruthless in your words and your eyes glaze over with something he has yet to understand.

"Why not? It's true. He was cheating on her, that's why he never came home and she thought something was wrong. So drove out in the middle of the night during a storm and ended up crashing into a tree, because of him. My sister has always defended him, but I think it's because she didn't like mom either...The two of them may have cried at the funeral but I know them, they were glad she left us. That's why I need you, Jungkook, I don't have them or want them..."

"Y/n, you have to learn to forgive them for whatever you think they did, it's going to drive you insane if you don't...Fuck them, spend your energy on us, okay?"

"I'm already insane, I'm with you, aren't I? You come close to being killed every week, and it bothers me to think you might not come home...But I'll go through that if it means I get to have you, I love you, I only love you..." You lay your head on his shoulder.

He’s your angel.

You aren’t sure what you are to him.

[phoneybeatlemania-bit-the-dust]

i just can't with this reliable source conversation because people will always find a way to call anyone a liar if they say something they don't personally believe in.

besides the so called reliable sources might be too concerned about getting sued to ever tell the truth while paul is alive.

if something looks like a duck and squacks like a duck, it must be a duck. the only reason everyone is so squirmish about even discussing the possibility is because they were two men.

I didn’t know what book that ask was on about (although @muzaktomyears just informed me which books they are, so danke schoen!), so I was purely just going off of first impressions there.

I think though that their relationship is a lot more complicated then just looks and sounds like a duck = duck. I feel as though that point can be countered with the “aptness of analogy argument” - we have to consider the nuances of human relationships, and that the lines between platonic and romantic can be blurry. To be honest, none of us on tumblr can say for certain that they did or did not have a gay relationship - were all entitled to our own opinions, and its fine to debate and discuss, but I think its best to maintain some scepticism to some degree, because at the end of the day, who fuckin’ knows what went on between those two?

And also, I wasn’t calling either of those sources liars necessarily- I just think though that the reality is, is that people can and will lie about these sorts of things. I havent read either of the books that anon was on about, ive scarcely done any research into their claims - so my wee post isnt the be all and end all of the discussion. But going off of first impressions, it didn’t seem to me like either of them were particularly reliable sources - they could be telling the truth, they could be lying, but at the end of the day if they don’t have substantial evidence to back up their claims, then I will ultimately consider them unreliable.

But im 100% sticking by my belief that whether a source is reliable is a very important and relevant detail (that goes for everything, not even just mclennon - whether we’re discussing if two 80 year old guys are gay, or whether we’re discussing the suspect of a murder trial - reliable and trustworthy sources are absolutely crucial!)

I dont really buy into the idea that the only reason people don’t believe mclennon was reciprocated is because they’re two men. For some people im sure that that is largely why they’re reluctant to even question whether there might have been romantic feelings on either (or both) sides, as possibility. But I think thats more so either people who haven’t really looked into the inner lives and exchanges of the interpersonal relationship, or for the real fans, I think its largely that they’re just straight middle-aged/old men. I loathe the “straight white man” argument, but I feel its somewhat applicable here, because I think a lot (not all though) of older Beatles “scholars” or whatever are going to want to see themselves reflected through J&P, and the narrative that they might have had a homosexual relationship isnt really going to fit with that projection. I don’t think they’re perception is invalid because theyre “straight white men” (again, I hate that argument and I cant believe im actually using it 🤦‍♀️) but y’know - they’re probably going to perceive J&P’s relationship differently to me, a 17 year old girl who was born in the 21st century. Both interpretations are valuable and valid, but they’re probably gonna be different. What they see as “just buddy stuff :)” I might see as “fuckin’ gay bruv” stuff.

I am a child of the 21st century, raised in an area and brought up in a family that has always been tolerant of queer people, (or just, ive been raised in a post-brokeback mountain society guys 😎) so I really don’t think I am uncomfortable with gay relationships, at all! If we were debating whether two characters in a movie or something were gay, id most-likely be alot more on board with it. But were talking about real human beings here. With real lives, and real feelings - and so its a lot more important that we are hesitant in accepting every claim, and that we take the time to assess how reliable a certain source is before putting total faith into it.

And also, I do discuss the possibility that they might have had a gay relationship! Lots of people on this site discuss it! But I also often offer counter-arguments (or just ‘for’ and ‘against’ discussions) for some proofs. Im just trying to get the most nuanced picture I can of these two in any given situation - and so I dont like to jump to conclusions. I try to remain speculative as well as objective - and that does not stem from being uncomfortable with gay relationships; its simply that human beings are complicated, and human behaviour is confusing, and so we cant just go by our gut instincts or what we feel (personally and subjectively) is a fitting explanation.