#devils never cry didn't fit sorry but i love it too

[prototypelq]

YO DMC fandom, what's your top 5 songs/battle tracks from the OST, and other music/artists do you like listening to

I'm just curious

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

not sure if I've already requested this so sorry if I have haha,

but how would the m6 react to a mc with sh scars? if it's not too heavy of a topic for you, if it is, I completely understand that :)

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC has SH scars

~ not too heavy at all, anon, I'd actually been hoping to write this at some point and your request gave me that excuse! to anyone else who relates a little too much: you're not alone, your pain is valid, and there is hope for you even when it doesn't feel like it - brainrot ~

CW for: references to scarring and self-harm. I can remember points in my life when this would have been triggering for me to read. If this would be triggering for you too, please prioritize your health.

Julian

He noticed early on that you'd get a strange look on your face when he mentioned being comfortable with experiencing pain, and he's been curious about why for some time

You generally found a way to hide them - whether with your clothes or in the low lighting - until after you defeated the Devil, which was when Julian was less distracted enough to notice more details

Like the unusual textures that appeared when your clothes shifted as you moved around your daily tasks, and how hellbent you seemed on immediately adjusting them

He waits to approach the subject until he knows you're both in a calm headspace, after the day is done as the two of you lounge in front of the fire with your dinner

He wants to hear your side of things, but the first thing he's going to ask is to let him look at them. He's a doctor, he loves you, and he wants to know the extent of the damage and how he can help your healing

Might cry a little, but hides it and refuses to make it about himself by pulling you into the biggest hug instead

It throws him into some serious self reflection, which leads to lots of late-night talks about self-destructive habits and how you two can best support each other in a way that's loving and not enabling

Will get a matching tattoo if you choose to cover them that way

Asra

The first time they saw them was right after your resurrection, and their heart sank right down into their feet

Here he felt like he'd just saved you, only to find that you'd not only woken up in a miserable state, but that the life you'd had before had been far more painful for you than he had been aware of

Which is when they became determined to give you such a good life and so much platonic love and support that the scars on your body would truly belong to a past life

The first time you asked him about why you had them, he said they were leftover from an old battle that you had fought very bravely. Going into any more detail only made your headaches worse

They did watch your behavior and mood closely, though, in case you started to fight that battle again. They never judged you for them or offered to smooth them over

After you defeated the Devil together, he told you the truth about them and what they meant, even though he didn't know the details of why you had them

It was also their chance to give you an apology for not noticing before you died, when they were still your friend and cared about you. They know it's not their fault, but the guilt was still there

He kisses them every morning and night

Nadia

She's heard vague stories from her family members about people who were in so much pain that they would self harm, but she'd never seen such a strong example in person

Which is why she initially assumed they were the result of some fierce battle or tragedy, and planned to ask you later

She first noticed them when she was fitting you for a new outfit, and saw how hesitant you were to let her look at them. Everything she's made for you since covers them completely

She finally asks about them several months into your relationship, expecting you to either not remember or to hear a moving story of conquering some fierce enemy or fighting for a loved one

To say that she doesn't expect your answer is an understatement. It surprises her so much that her only response is "oh," in an unusually small voice, before moving on to the next topic

She's able to process it the next time she's alone, when she's struck both by her awe at your capacity to fight something so dark and by her grief that you've been doing it without her all this time

Clears her next evening to have a private dinner with you, first so she can apologize for her initial response and second so she can invite you to tell her more about it and offer her support

Likes to dress you herself so you know you're not alone or unseen

Muriel

Knew exactly what they were as soon as he saw them, which was less than half a day into your travels South with Morga

And promptly refused to talk about it because he can relate to those dark impulses more than he'd like to and because he didn't see it as being any of his business. But he does start to watch you

He watches for any sign of pain, he watches how you fix your clothes, he watches how your gaze falls on any sharp object, because even if it isn't his business he cares more than he expects

He becomes less and less discreet about how closely he's observing you until you finally notice it one evening, how the firelight falls on your scars and how his eyes fixate on them

At this point the reciprocated staring is so awkward that he'll do anything to fix the tension, so he shuffles and mumbles something along the lines of "You can talk about it if you want to. I don't mind."

So you do, and he gets hit square in the chest with how much he's come to care about you over the course of the trip

He's especially frustrated because he empathizes so deeply, and since he doesn't know how to fix himself, he's worried he'll only mess you up further

In the end, he learns to apply the kindness he feels towards you to himself as well, and sees your scars as valid as he sees his own

Portia

She's still very embarrassed (and slightly ashamed) for how things went the first time she saw them

She'd noticed something peeking out from your clothes, and how you seemed focused on covering them, and falsely assumed that it was some cool magical tattoo

Which only piqued her curiosity. This has to be juicy, and she's determined to get a closer look. Which is why, as soon as you'd become friends, she took her first chance to snatch a look

And then froze. And then dropped you, and then burst into tears. How could this happen, MC? Why would you do this to yourself? It looks like it must have hurt so much -

It's unfortunate but you're going to have to comfort her first while she works her way through the five stages of grief. She loves you, and she's heartbroken and confused about why this would happen

She needs time to process how she feels about it before she can listen to you without having a meltdown. Her normal response to self-destruction is a fist to the gut (Ilya) and that wouldn't do

Ends up following your cues when it comes to how she talks to you about it. If it's in the past, it's in the past. If it's a current struggle, then she's your partner. She'll be right next to you

She does think your fighting spirit makes you badass, though

Lucio

He's not great at noticing details unless they directly correspond to physical strengths and weaknesses. Any kind of scarring from a wound is (from his experience) a totally normal thing to see

When he starts to notice how you cover yours or get weird about them being touched, he asks about it right away

You've got such cool scars, MC, why are you hiding them? You should show them off so everyone knows how battle-tested you are! Here, he'll show his off too! *cue him stripping off his shirt*

It's a little difficult to know how best to respond to this. You're each other's life partners by now, he should probably know the truth, but you don't know how to burst his bubble

You do end up telling him later, once you're settling into your inn for the night, and watching the realization and hurt dawn across his face is anything but easy

MC, why? You deserve the best, you are the best, you're his best, you're telling him that you treated someone like yourself this poorly when you were showing him so much forgiveness?

He's not trying to guilt you at all, but it comes close to having that effect. The only thing he can think to do is hug you really really tight and hope it convinces you that you deserve better

Still refers to them as your battle scars, because to him they are

[likeawolfatthemoon]

australian surprise songs

loving him was red.

the delicate beginning rush, the feeling you can know so much, without knowing anything at all. i don't wanna look at anything else now that i saw you. i want you for worse or for better. i want your midnights. i'm a fire and i'll keep your brittle heart warm. it's a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it. laughing with my feet in your lap like you were my closest friend. faster than the wind, passionate as sin. i can tell that it's gonna be a long road. all these people think love's for show, but i would die for you in secret. i gave you all my best mes, my endless empathy. i stay when it's hard or it's wrong or we're making mistakes. and you know that i would swing with you for the fences, sit with you in the trenches, give you my wild, give you a child, give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other, family that i chose now that i see your brother as my brother - is it enough? i'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and you're crawling home. something keeps me holding onto nothing. give me back my girlhood, it was mine first. you had me crawling for you, honey, and it never would have gone away. i stay when you're lost and i'm scared and you're turning away. i'll give you my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come when you're standing with me. sorry for not making you my centerfold. i'd live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time. would it be enough if i could never give you peace? you've got your share of secrets and i'm tired of being last to know. a circus ain't a love story. this thing is breaking down, we almost never speak, i down feel welcome anymore. i damn sure never would have danced with the devil. he's gonna burn this house to the ground. fighting with him is like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer. you say "i don't understand" i say "i know you don't." he poisoned the well, every man for himself. my mistake, i didn't know to be in love you had to fight to have the upper hand. did i close my fist around something delicate, did i shatter you? i thought i had you figured out. i never learned to read your mind, i couldn't turn things around. i can't let this go, i fight with you in my sleep. did i say something way too honest made you run and hide like a scared little boy? how can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying? i fake a smile so he won't see. i sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick. you never gave a warning sign (i gave so many signs). how the hell did we lose sight of us again? 'cause you were never mine. was it over when she laid down on your couch? she's got everything that i have to live without. before you go tell me this, was she worth it? your new girl is my clone. was she worth this mess? you should've said no, baby, and you might still have me. tell myself it's time now gotta let go. should've known i'd be the first to leave. could've loved you all my life if you hadn't left me waiting in the cold. so step right out, there is no amount of crying i can do for you. suddenly this summer it's clear. i'm getting tired even for a phoenix. pulled my car off the road to the lookout, could've followed my fears all the way down. can't breathe whenever you're gone. you're in london and i break down 'cause it's not fair that you're not around. i know my pain is such an imposition. my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand. you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all. it's hard to be at a party when you feel like an open wound. the tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind.

[kissbentennyson]

Hello there, how do you do? ＼⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／

I recently found your blog and got to say I was so excited to explore it, hehe! Nowadays it's hard to find some Ben 10 account so I was really happy when I come across yours.

Anyways though I wanted to request but since I got no idea for now I think might interact with you since you sound like any interactive person (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

Yk what made you write for Ben 10 fandom since you know not many fall in love with their childhood interest later in life. Honestly I get into Ben 10 again when few days earlier my cousin was watching Ben 10 online and I end up watching one episode with him too and thus my old love for series and character rise again 🐀

Would like to see your answer. Anyways have a wonderful day ahead and don't forget to eat your meal. Byeeee!

Hi! I am so sorry it took me so long to see this! I have no idea how long this has been sitting in my ask box, I'm not active on this blog anymore. I was unaware that it's still getting just as much attention as it did when I was in high school. Just a warning, this is a very long response.

To answer your question, It's not that I fell in love with it later in life, but that I never stopped loving it.

I am autistic, and have had the same handful of interests since I was younger. Ben 10, Transformers, DC, Marvel, Devil May Cry, to name a few. Most of my interests were influenced by the people I grew up around. like my abusers. I also have a biological who is only two years younger than me. The two of us have always had the most of the same interests our entire life, but my interest in these things was always more intense than his. To the point my bio family found it annoying.

For context, we didn't know I was autistic growing up. We didn't have health insurance for most of my developmental years. It took being taken into foster care for my most of my health- mental and physical- to be cared about, addressed, and treated. It also doesn't help that my cousin (son of a very close family friend) is also autistic and we have different care needs. Because I didn't present exactly like him, my behavior was ignored. Written off as me being quirky, whiney, needy, annoying, antisocial, and stupid/ditsy.

Having the same interests as your younger brother is a doubled edged sword. On one hand, you always have someone to talk to. On the other, despite being more into something than him my interest wasn't taken seriously (because I am AFAB) and he was always got the toys and books (that he would never even read) about said interests. I always had to sit and watch as he got to enjoy things about our shared interest- and I was always left out.

I remember when my grandmother got him an Omnitrix toy that came with these tiny plastic figures of all of the aliens, and when you placed it on the Omnitrix, the toy would say the alien's name. I was so jealous, I wanted that toy so badly. But, siblings being siblings, if my brother found me playing with it he would throw a fit and get me in trouble. This caused me a lot of stress and anxiety growing up. Not just because It was invalidating, but also because I was being denied access to my special interest in a way.

However, there is one thing that my brother and I don't share. I love to read and write. To the point it was an actual problem when I was growing up. I would stay up on our bunk bed, reading and writing for so long that I would miss meals entirely. But, It was something they could never take away from me for force me to share with my brother. I have been writing about my special interests since I was in the 6th grade. Of course, my mother threw away most of it, and its all in notebooks rotting in some landfill now.

When I was 16, I made this blog and started posting reader insert fanfiction here- which I had already done for another fandom once before (@honeydew-mel0n). Actually, I was posting on both blogs at the same time! Before that, I had a Wattpad that I posted on (Still do, actually, haha.) I stopped posting on this blog after I graduated high school as I had collage classes to focus on, and eventually a job.

I no longer post here, not because it's no longer a special interest, but because I'm going to be 20 soon. I don't feel it's appropriate for me, as an adult, to continue to write such content about characters that are minors. It now makes me uncomfortable to do so. However, I am going to keep the blog up because many people like it and continue to read it. I'd never want to take that away from anyone. I do have a bunch of old drafts saved that I might post, but only if people would want to read my unfinished drafts. There is also a part of me that wants to keep exploring the Benzarro plot I was writing- but I probably won't

I hope this makes sense, thank you for asking!

-Sunshine

[unfocused-always]

Chapter VIII: A Quick Guide to Ruining Your Life and Other Bad Decisions

Summary: Misaki makes a deal with the devil??

A/N: Nope, you're not free from me yet. Also for the *I do love French language.

Golden light poured through pointed windows cascading over heavy wooden shelves like a soft blanket. It was nearing eight p.m., and the sun was slowly hiding behind the horizon. That and the barely visible letters on the page finally convinced Misaki to give up the fight and turn on the light. 

The library at Sakamaki's house was, unsurprisingly, enormous. Bookshelves lined the walls and occupied most of the remaining space, leaving only a reading nook unoccupied. At least, it was like that before she barged in a few hours earlier with a bucket of coffee, painkillers, and a goal at hand. 

If last week was a person, he'd no doubt fail students for fun and kick innocent puppies off the stairs. She winced at the mental image. Although the comparison was pretty close.  I don't know who you are.  Those words have repeatedly played in her head since she woke up from near-comatose sleep.  Stop.  Each sentence felt like a punch in the gut.  Don't contact us again.  

Her dad, the  dad  she knew, would never turn his back on an innocent person begging for help. But then again, in their eyes, she was a stupid teen playing a cruel prank. She pressed her forehead against a cool glass, hoping it would bring her answers.  What happened when I was away? How could they forget me so quickly?

"Bitch-chan!"

She thumbed the pages. This situation, albeit bizarre, had to have an explanation. And everything in her was telling her it was indeed supernatural.

"Bitch-chan~" Hot breath washed over her neck. "You'll hurt my feelings if you ignore me like that."

"Why do you keep doing that?!" She demanded, almost falling off the chair in the process.

Laito smiled a little too smugly for her liking. "Hm, but I've been calling out to you this whole time! It's rude to ignore someone like that, you know."

Anxiety clawed up her back. She could feel every spot on her body crying in agony, and that was after a heavy dose of painkillers. Pissing him off now-  Nope, we are not going there. 

"Sorry," she managed, suppressing a shiver in her voice. "I was just thinking."

"Thinking, huh?" She could tell from his tone alone he didn't buy it for a second. "And what thoughts absorbed you so completely? I wanna hear every ~ single ~ detail."

"I've been trying to make sense of this," she pointed at the library catalog, "but how you found anything here is beyond me. Why are half of the books here in Latin?" 

He leaned in, resting his head on his palm. "It's fitting, don't you think? Dead language for dead creatures."

The incredulous look on her face must have told him everything, as his laugh almost muted her following words. "You guys speak Latin? Just like that?" 

"On ne sait jamais~"

She leaned back in her chair, almost asking him to repeat that. "Oh no, no, no," she shook her head. "That, my dear dead creature, is French. I'd recognize that cheese-choking accent anywhere."*

"Aah, you've got me this time, Bitch-chan." His eyes narrowed on her, and her stomach sunk, hoping to shrink into itself. "Say, how will you punish me?"

She was legally obliged to do a double-take at that. He couldn't be serious, right? "Punish you?" She stammered. 

"Of course. After all, I did try to deceive you, didn't I?" 

She knew he was plotting something with the way his mouth quirked up. Even though he was babbling about  his  punishment, there was no doubt in her heart that it would be her spot if she didn't play her cards right. If only it was so simple.

"I suppose the 'I'll let it slide this time' is not an option?" She asked, crossing one leg over the other. 

"Hm~ You know, if you don't teach me a lesson, I might just keep up the deception. Do you really want that?" 

Hell would freeze over before he stopped lying.  Chipped in the logical part of her brain. But it didn't mean she couldn't use the situation to at least try to play something for herself. 

"Right," she started, adjusting her pose to mirror a proper negotiator's. "As your punishment, I want you to tell me everything you know on memory enhancements, or however you call it."

"Aah, Bitch-chan," his pained moan made her hair raise up. "That's not how you do it at all!"

"No," she cleared her throat, shifting in place. "You told me to pick a punishment, and I did."

"But your punishment is boring~" like a puppet on a string, he leaned closer, almost invading her space. "Wouldn't you prefer something more... exciting?"

His voice dropped dangerously low, and panic shot through her. She hadn't allowed herself to unpack all that went down between them, fearful of the things this would force her to admit. She was prepared to chalk it up to exhaustion and basic survival instinct, even if denial killed her. But as his eyes dropped heavy and long fingers slowly trailed up her arms, she had to force herself not to flinch. 

"The punishment," she started, praying for her voice not to betray her. "It was supposed to be your punishment, not mine."

He hummed, his fingertip ghosting along her vein. "You're awfully determined to interrogate me, Bitch-chan. Could it be that you still haven't said goodbye to your family?" The innocent look on his face was almost enough to convince her it was a genuine slip-up. Almost. She'd long since learned hardly anything was accidental with him. "Whoopsie, I wasn't supposed to say that."

It was apparent he knew something. Now the question remained how  she  could   get her hands on that information. Hardly paying it any mind, she caught his wandering hand and placed it palm up on the table, temporarily keeping the fingers confined. "Look," she started, somehow maintaining eye contact. "it's evident that a. you know that something happened to my parents," she began, straightening his index finger. "b. you're aware it has something in common with memory manipulation," she accused, dabbing his middle finger into the table. "and c. you're clearly dodging the question," his ring finger went down with all the conviction she could muster. He, however, remained unbothered. 

"Hm~ Funny, because the way I see it-," he all but purred, his outstretched fingers slowly gliding up her forearm. A slight tremor went through her, and she could have sworn he counted it as a victory. "You're clearly so desperate for any explanation of what happened to your beloved family. Aah, aah," she opened her mouth to protest, and he raised his finger to silence her. "my turn now. I could share it with you, but..."

She knew what he would say far before he grabbed under the chair and dragged her closer, forcing her legs to spread over the edges. His rich scent washed over her, bringing back memories of the first time they were in a similar position. Back then, she didn't know she should run for the hills. Back then, things were easier. Back then, it was all lies. Blood wooshed in her ears as he leaned closer, slowly bringing her fingers to his mouth.

"Everything has a price, Bitch-chan. I wonder how much are you willing to pay?"

He was testing her. It was a bait, a trap so well-marked only an absolute fool would fall for it. Yet, she didn't have many options left. For all she hated it, he was the one with answers. He knew  why  her family had forgotten her and maybe even how to bring them back. But information like that didn't come cheap. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip so hard she almost tasted blood. The next words tasted like ash. "What do you want me to do?"

His grin was equally charming as it was absolutely horrifying. "Excellent answer," he murmured into her palm, and she felt his tongue sneak between her fingers. 

Suddenly she understood what selling her soul must feel like.

***

This,  protested her brain,  is absolute madness. 

Misaki stifled a scream. She knew. She knew why she was doing  this , yet it hardly made it any easier. Pacing back and forth before her door, she attempted to regain any semblance of control over her mind. 

The clock struck twelve.  That's it,  she thought.  This is how it ends. 

Dressed in the most covering cream turtleneck and thick black jeans that didn't have a single smallest hole in them, she still felt it wasn't enough layers. She threw on her loose jacket, and even though she was sweating like hell already, she vowed to keep it on at all times. With that, her armor was complete, and she yanked her door open, heading with purposeful steps toward his room. 

It was one thing pacing in her room. But standing in front of the dark wood, her situation suddenly seemed ten times more real. It was cruel of him. Telling her to come to his room almost four hours later, he gave it just enough time for paranoia and crippling anxiety to take root. Still, she swallowed her fear and knocked. 

The door opened almost immediately, revealing Laito leaning on the frame with the most shit-eating grin she'd ever seen. His lack of clothes made her winter outfit almost laughable. Clad in a barely-buttoned white shirt and comfortable pants, he seemed utterly at ease, like this mess was his typical midnight entertainment.  It probably was,  she thought bitterly. 

"Bitch-chan," he peeled himself from the wall and offered her a hand. "With a look like that, I could think you're trying to seduce me." 

"In your dreams," she grabbed his hand and dragged him inside, kicking the door shut behind them.

[Chapter VII] [Masterlist] [Chapter IX]

[darkcitiesnluv]

IDOL BEOMGYU X STYLIST READER ( NO RULES Era: comeback show freeze outfits ) PART 2!

Pairing: Beomgyu x Fem Reader

Genre: smut, fluff at the end.

Warning: 18+, swear words.

1st part ⬇️

"lets start this fucking game already...." He groaned as he turns you around and kissed you passionately.

Beomgyu held your face with both hands as you try to reach for his soft long brown locks to pull on them. How much you wanted to pull his hair for the second time. Now you wish he could never cut it. The way Beomgyu kisses you with so much need, with so much hunger, makes you feel butterflies in your stomach again. It makes you feel as if you are very important to him, makes you feel that you two are not just two friends with benefits.

He bit down on your bottom lip making a small moan come out from you. You made eye contact with him and his eyes stare at yours with lust and..... something else but you can't tell what it is, however his gaze turn you on even more so you start to ran your hands around to his clothed body to feel him.

Beomgyu still looking at you, he caressed you as well, his hand on your right cheek going down to your right breast caressing it and squeezing it.

That squeeze made you moan his name and send a pleasurable feeling down to your core. Immediately Beomgyu took off the coat and your white shirt of you leaving you on your Victoria secret bra.

" why do you buy bras from that brand? Their too sexy I can't control myself seeing it on you" He whispered close to you admiring your chest with a sweet smirk. His eyes then looks at you. You chuckled and kiss him passionately as you decided to grab him down there. You palm him through his black pants feeling how hard he was for you. He groaned sexily between the kisses. You smirked and knee down to pull down his pants. Beomgyu look up at the ceiling with a mischievous smile, he knows what you're going to do, something his been dreaming about so many times.

" what a naughty girl you are Y/n~" he cooed softly as hands reach down softly to ran them through your hair. You felt relax when he did so, however you gotta focus on your mission to make him cum real good. You're not that type to stop someone from cumming, because you know how frustrating that is and you wouldn't personally want to go through it either. You're all about making the other person feel happy and specially good, meanwhile.....Beomgyu......his a little devil and loves teasing you soo.....

You put his thick length on your mouth savoring it completely, still rubbing your hands around the part it didn't fit in your pretty mouth. Beomgyu throw his head back and hissed while closing his beautiful big eyes. He was feeling too good.

" ahh~ Y/n~..... you're d-doing...ahh~ so w-well~" He breath out as his breaths started to get heavy and fast. He clutched his fingers on to your hair slightly because of how good he was feeling. You bobbed your head faster and sucked harder almost gagging, but it didn't matter because you want him to feel good.

" oh I'm about to-Ahhj~~" He moan out loud shooting everything down your throat.

" mmm~ baby you taste delicious" you chuckled. You pull up his boxer and pants up. You gave butterfly kisses all over his face down to his neck, helping him catch up his breath.

Beomgyu laughed as he held your face to kiss you passionately and slowly. " Now it's my turn......laid on the table" He order with a quiet serious voice and gaze. He pointed at the empty table that is leaning against the wall.

You got excited and obey. You sat on the table, your legs spread apart from each other still wearing your blue tight jeans and the black bra on. Your hair was down spread all over your shoulders. You gave him a seductive look and bit your bottom lip.

Beomgyu chuckled feeling fluster as he looked away while biting inside his lip. ' She's driving me crazy..' he thought then look back at you, as his black eyes scan your whole body sexily. ' god.... why is she so fucking beautiful....' He slowly walk towards you and stop between your legs. His hands snake around your torso to reach to unclip your bra from the back, leaving soft warm tiny kisses on your neck and shoulder. His fingers tickled behind your back and you held in your moans since your neck, shoulders and back are one of your most sensitive spots of your body.

He slowly takes your bra off and kisses you one more time. He reaches to massage and pinch your breast and nipples. " Ahhh~ oh MY-.... Gyu~ your hands are the best" you complimented between the kiss as he kissed you even harder and reach down to but a breast on his mouth. He sucked on your nipple while still looking at your dirty expressions. He sucked harder.

After he kissed down from your chest down to your stomach, he reach to pull down your pants and underwear. After the whole make out session and touches from his already had you extremely wet. " My baby girl is so eager to have my mouth fucking her....." He said as he puts his mouth and tongue on you. " Mmm~ Gyu, that feels good, go faster please.." You breath out as you held onto his hair already messing it up. Gyu added a finger, then another one, making you feel like your about to explode of pleasure.

" ahh~ yes!! Beomgyu! Yeah~! Ahhh yes- right there!" You screamed reaching your high. " No one does it better than you~!" Once again you complimented him boosting his confidence even more.

" I know..." He chuckled teasing you as he pulled away. You pull him up to you and kiss him passionately, wrapping your arms around his neck and your hands playing with his pretty hair. Gyu chuckled in your kisses and wrapped his arms around your waist. " How can you look soo tiny and innocent yet look so good.... and your good at sex..." You tease studying his handsome face still playing with his hair. " Beomgyu, I love you..." Without thinking you realize what you said and widen your eyes. Beomgyu looked at you with big eyes and a surprised look.

"neukkyeojyeo, nae meorin Daze Daze Daze

jungdoge ppajyeo Replay Play Play"

Suddenly his phone started ringing. You chuckled at the new ring tone he put on his phone. " Sorry babe that song has been stuck in head eb5er since it was released............hello Soobin-"

" WHERE THE FUCKITY ARE YOU! YEONJUN IS LITERALLY CRYING FOR YOU, TAE AND HUENINGKAI ARE PLANNING A HORRIBLE PRANK ON YOU, WHERE ARE YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SH-"

" Chill out giraffe boy, I'm with my girlfriend...." He smirked as he looked at you. You covered your mouth in shock.

" I'm with her releasing- I MEan reducing our problems! I'll be back in five minutes I promise!"

" YOU HAVE A WHA-" Beomgyu ended the call.

He swept away his imaginary sweat from his forehead and looked at you. " Y/n, I love you too, do you want to be mine?..... I've been crushing on you since the first time i saw you and after all the things you and I went through, I really catch feelings for you....." He said as he caressed your cheeks lovingly.

" Yes, i want to be yours, Beomgyu.... Finally get to have you all to myself my handsome teddy bear!" You hugged him and reach down to smack his butt earning laughs from him. " What are you saying! " He smack your naked butt as well. " Oooh! The felt good!" You tease and laughed.

" hurry up and change baby girl.....Imma go after you're done changing......also....." He said as help you change. " Let's keep this relationship a secret....at least for now......you understand right?...I really don't want my precious moas to know about us and you know what will happen if they do...." He said looking at you seriously and sad.

You smiled at him. " I understand..... we'll keep it a secret until you no longer want it to be ..." You kiss him one more time before letting him go.

He walked away but stop beside the door and look at you. " I know this is too fast but .....I love you..." He waved goodbye and ran away not letting you to tell him you love him back too.

@beomgyutxtmoa here it is!! 💕🔥✨

[sunlightnmoonshine]

In the end (pt. 1)

It feels a little surreal that the show is over and I will no longer have anything to look forward to because the devil judge set such a high bar in terms of writing and character exploration that I will always hold dear to my heart. Given that its actually done, I found myself drowning in the realisation that we will never see these characters again and how I feel about where the show left them off. So this is me coming to terms with it:

1. Min Jung Ho - Snake lol. Something I admired about the writing was how they didn't try to make him all out some evil piece of shit but rather someone that had a very strong misguided belief off some strange frustrations against Yohan who was changing the legal system more radically but effectively. Which he could not come to terms with. In the end he villanised Yohan and ignored the actual problems that persisted and inevitably contributed to the problem all in a sense of self righteousness, ah sorry, hypocrisy is the better word. The show leaves him looking oh so pathetic, he can't even raise his head to meet Gaon, the boy he betrayed severely and he'll rot for the rest of his life going down in history as a hypocrite who did nothing to actually fix the system he claimed he would be the arm of justice for. Its a fitting end.

2. Heo Joong Se: Clown. The show really said he's a spoilt, stubborn arrogant joke until the end. Down to the way he insulted everyone but specifically insulted women. The way all he did in that court room was scream his head off without an ounce of remorse somehow still deluded by the fact that he's doing this for the country? But knowing fully well he's a businessman through and through and that was all he will be. I can not stress how phenomenal it is that it is Jung Sun Ah that shoots him dead. Its clear he's had it coming from her hand ever since she tried to suffocate him during the massage but it's just how randomly she does it. She's sick of him, she's aware she's going to be targeted, she's aware he's done too much behind her back and never once respected her and its in the midst of one of his screaming fits particularly screaming "I am the King" that the bullet goes through and there's silence. Perfection.

3. The rest of the clowns of the SRF : idle bystanders that turned an eye away from inherent evil and repeatedly benefitted off of their actions without an ounce of remorse yet again. But hilarious nevertheless because they really became jesters on that stage in a desperate fit to live, threw themselves away to get out a door. It's noteworthy that they spent most of their time trying to stop the other from leaving instead of quietly watching and just getting out. None of them of are capable of that, they only know to take from others. Crumbling under the systematic stage they built? Poignant. I don't really care what anyone says they deserved to die point in tow with HJS who saw human life as so unworthy of it wasn't their own. There's a reason why human trafficking is considered one of the worst of crimes, human experimentation falls closely next to it. All because they were poorer than them. Guess their greed really out did them. Tried to put on a show in a court house which was anyway all just a staged facade and ultimately they died on that stage with their masks out for everyone to see. For their people to see them throw each other away to live. If they were going to throw each other away - their own kind- what wouldn't they do to the lower class? Oof the show gave them what they deserved- humiliation.

4. Jung Sunah - I still struggle to come to terms with how she's gone and how painful everything about her was until the last minute. It's clear Sunah has been breaking for a few episodes now. She's so close to the top and she's realised how truly alone she is and she's realised Yohan will never want her the way she wants him to. She's realised every person she used to get to where she was, ended up being wasted stepping stones because she doesn't have what she wants all the way at the top and never will. The way the show has her quietly go to the experimentation centre and weep over the girl she saw herself in but someone she initially turned away from because she's not part of her bigger plan. The child she left to fall prey to the people Sunah has inevitably helped secure positions in her attempt to secure her own position. The way the show focuses on how the child has been repeatedly pierced with needles something Sunah hates the most and how she realises this is also her fault. She probably thought hey I'll get to the top and do things my way but as Yohan pointed out, ruling over trash isn't it, it'll never be worth it and she's essentially walking with a target on her back and she'll never be free because the weight of her sins will catch up to her and the rich will always be after her because she's not the same as them. She would be living on the edge forever. And she knows this.

Something I found very interesting was how she wasnt roped in on the crimes of the Dream House Project. Yohan only highlighted her crime as having killed K and Soohyun and its the frustration she feels in that moment that really gets me. It's also why I think she could never get out of the show because she killed innocent people which is highlighted repeatedly and at the time never showed remorse for it. BUT I love how the show somehow saves her from humiliation, until the end they paint her with regality and power because that is who Sunah is. Frankly she could have walked right out of the door while they were throwing a fit and Yohan would have let her because that was the terms of the game but he'd have come after her at some point and even if he didn't Gaon most certainly would have.

But it's the way the show brought it all back to how she feels about Yohan since he's the other half of what she's always wanted, the way she's happy he's alive, how she goes and stands in front of him and she's got her hand on the trigger of the gun while Yohan on the button of detonator. I believe, if Sunah had shot him Yohan would have detonated the bomb and died with them and I also believe deep down Sunah knew Yohan would somehow get out of this even if she didn't shoot him, so she really gave him the chance to get out and back to Elijah. I am not sure if Sunah couldn't shoot Yohan or if she didn't want to, and I lean towards the latter because she really liked him, it might have been ill placed desire but if things were different if she hadn't sided with the SRF in hopes of getting to the top she and Yohan might have worked things out and they would both be healing. If she only hadn't killed the innocent people to make a point... But at the end of it Sunah took her fate into her hands and I appreciate that the show gave her the agency over it, to decide not to shoot Yohan because she's finally letting go ( I stand by this but if Yohan had died Sunah would have lost - she never wanted him to die), because she won't do what the rest of the SRF scum want of her and because she's fine with going on her own terms.

That doesn't mean it didn't hurt though... I cry thinking about it because the show tried really hard to show how unfair everything was to Sunah and how if circumstances had been different, if the world had cared a bit more how she might have turned out differently. Her final moments the flashback to the one act of kindness she had needed in her life, the way Yohan really must have sparkled in her eyes, and how much she valued that moment all the way to her death because no matter what, in his own loneliness and difficulty he was kind to her. Jeez it hurts.

Ideally I'd have wanted her to live but I don't know how that would have worked out. At the end of it not all villains are evil. Some are products of the ills of the system that left them alone and let them become monsters but behind a monster there can also be a victim.

[hoaxsen]

| angst has been coming to me easy now and idk how to feel about that.

| tw; character death, in depth talk of death, mentions of blood and other gruesome parts, season three spoilers.

| word count; 1.8k.

It was all over, spreading like a plague inside the walls upon their arrival. The victory of Wall Maria, along with the near extinction of the Scouts. How many supplies were lost during it? How much destruction was there while it all went down? Does anyone have a true number on how many bodies were being carried back on those flatbed carts after that expedition? 

They were mostly parts of bloodied and mangled things, some weren't even able to be called a body. More like a massive piles of mixed dirt, debris and whatever part of the human body there could be. One hundred and ninety nine people, turned into one enormous jigsaw puzzle that anyone has ever seen. How many carts were used for that, and which cart did this specific body rest upon? 

This body held the features of bright blue eyes, that the captain of the Scouts could sometimes find himself staring into for hours on end. Unknowingly at that. Blonde hair just swept back and kept so neat with its undercut. Sometimes Levi wonders if it was soft to the touch, it doesn't look to be hard, or dirty. Just right, minus those brows. If anything there were times where Levi wanted to trim the blonde bricks of hair off Erwin's face himself. 

Now, days like that will never come. For the sole purpose, of Erwin Smith being deceased. Giving his life up to his stupid cause and dream, this isn't what Levi meant by plundering your dream and lead those crying brats to hell. Was it selfish of him to think that Erwin might come back alive for him? It was, wasn't it? The man having to live through this shit as the leader, making gambles that no one knew how the hell they paid off. Let's not forget about the cadets and soldiers lost along the way in his gambles. A devil among men, though it was Levi wanting to be the one to raise hell right now. Bring a darker hell to the one on this very Earth for the fact that he chose to revive Armin instead of Humanity's Hope. 

Cold, and hardened steel grey hues watched as his body was pulled away, riding alongside on his own horse with this cart. Levi felt only himself at fault, what if he did revive Erwin? Despite the small specks of rocks, falling out and shredded intestines, and lack of life in the blonde's eyes, how would he look taking on the power of the colossal titan? Would he have looked the same as the treacherous Bertholdt, or better? If anything, he'd be alive right now. . .fighting a war once more in this hell. Yes, it was selfish, but Levi Ackerman had his reasons to be selfish in a time like this. Bringing back Erwin instead of Armin wasn't just going to be for humanity, it was also going to be for his own desires. To stop toying with the feelings the ravenette has for the blonde, to stop the daily lies about his ' small crush ' being just a phase. 

The captain never even got to make good on his promise before the commander passed. Wanting so hard and bad to end the Beast Titan, to make him feel the pain Erwin did before his final moments. Hopefully that chance comes back for him some other time. How badly Levi needs it, it'd only be fitting since Erwin gave up his dream for the wall retake to even have happened and succeed. 

For all Levi could do now, was regret and hope that Erwin's funeral would bring him into a small state of piece. Since the ex-commander was already in a permanent state of his own, never to be disturbed. The Ackerman slowly starts to wonder to himself, which kind of suit would really bring out a dead man's eyes? For blue, it had to be a subtle white, right? An ashen grey? Whatever color it was going to be, Levi knew he'd detest it. Knowing it'll be the final suit he sees Erwin in. 

Fast forward a bit to the lowering of the old Scouts' commander into the ground, Levi stayed behind a little ways after the ceremony. Standing before Erwin's grave, a short sigh leaving him as he placed a hand on Erwin's tombstone. 

Erwin Smith 

xxxx - xxxx 

Humanity's Beacon of Hope.

The words Levi read over, and over, and over again. Humanity's Hope, snuffed out a little ways too soon. Levi just had to wake up and face the music, it was bound to happen one day or another. He just wishes that day came a little later than this. Brushing his hand over the words, better now to say this before he keeps it inside for too long. He already regrets not saying this to him when he was alive. 

" How many of these have we attended for our fallen? Now look at you, dumbass. Right there with them, tell Petra I said hi when you see her. " 

His last chance to say this all know, because whatever God out there knows that Levi wouldn't visit Erwin's grave again after this. For the small grudge he'd hold against himself for using the syringe on Armin. 

" I followed you into the fire, made it out with a few scrapes. Though you were burned, still had the guts to carry on more bravely than me. . .even make a choice with that odd line. ' What if there is humanity outside the walls. ' Or some shit like that, and then I realized, and knew. . .that was how you were plundering your dreams and leading those crying brats to hell. " 

Unbeknownst to the captain, he wasn't alone. Just standing from afar, was another grieving heart. Armin Artlet, another soul wanting to say an unspoken peace to their old commander. But ended up seeing Levi there before him. 

" It's not fair you know, Erwin. Or that just might be me being selfish right now, yeah sounds like it. A biased opinion, since I fucking loved you and didn't have the guts to say it. Wanna know why? Cause I'm a coward. Since people I love keep leaving me in ways like this, death. Am I that detestable that death is the only way out? Gotta be, shitty way to go if you ask me, but probably your only way. Call it a curse, I guess. Sadly shit like this happens in the fucked world. I didn't even want to use it on Artlet, but you made your choice. So I had to make mine, fucking bastard. " 

Now that was a surprise to the little eavesdropper in the back, covering his mouth with his hand to not make a sound. Azure eyes bugging out of his head as the captain droned on. Armin himself wasn't even sure why he was saved, wouldn't Erwin have been a better pick? The power of the titan wasted on him, that's how it sounded. On the bright side, the colossal titan was in their arsenal with Eren's titan. Just with the wrong user in Artlet's mind. 

" It's not fair, you asshole. You get your peace, and leave me behind in this hell with a bunch of brats! Yes, they can pull their own weight. But you're not leading them anymore, instead it's gonna be someone else who can't live up to your name. All because I got emotional and saved that runt, when I knew, even with Hanji, that you were the better pick! A massive fuck up on my end, but then a small lived victory right? We have another titan ready to fight for us when needed. But I want you here! It's not fair, you trusted me to do the right thing with that weird liquid, and I don't know if I did! I promised myself that I'd follow you wherever, why did you have to go somewhere I can't go yet?! You and your stupid gambles, well make one with the devil down there and win, come back goddamn it! " 

At this point, Levi was screaming to a grave on the verge of tears. From standing to dropping on his knees, the turned up dirt from a freshly dug hole in the ground was staining his pants. Giving him the feelings of touching the underground floors, though this time he didn't care. Fighting back an attack of tears, his hands digging into the soil and gripping it. Dirt being trapped in his fingernails, a fierce look on his face with a few stray falling tears from his eyes. 

" I promise you, I'll make that sonva bitch pay. Along with aiding in to see that your final goal, your final dream is fulfilled. Even if I have to  die to make that happen. " 

It was a footstep, and the use of sharp senses that brought Levi out of his moment. Spinning around quick as could be, just to be met with a crying, tear stained face of one of his cadets. This was Levi's moment of vulnerability, being seen by Armin as if privacy wasn't a thing. Though now, the man couldn't hold it against the boy, dusting off himself to be free of the dirt and grime. Levi sent Armin a small glare, no words have been spoken yet, and not one really knew what to say. 

" Captain . . . I'm sorry, but you should have us--. " 

" Can it brat, I dunno how much you heard, and I hate repeating myself. But I'll make an exception, Erwin made his choice. I acted on it, now you might have to step up to bat. " 

Levi's words drew a small gasp from Armin, making him want to roll his eyes. 

" No one can live up to be Erwin, but I trust that you know what you're doing. Don't make me regret saving you now. " 

" Y-Yes sir! But can I ask a question? " 

That made a brow raise on Levi's face, a sign for Armin to carry on with what he was saying. The boy had to take a deep breath to even get the first word out. It almost made Levi scoff at a time like this. 

" Y-You l-love Commander Erwin, sir? Is-Is that true? " 

The stuttering fool really had the balls to ask. The captain almost looked impressed, but at the same time angered somewhat. 

" Yeah, I loved him, Artlet. A main factor playing on in why I wanted to use the syringe on him. But something happened during it, like I said. Don't make me regret it. " 

All he got was a frantic nod from the other blonde, even a salute for some reason. Levi responded with his own nod back, figuring now that his time alone with Erwin was up. Looking behind him at that grave, he sighed, his eyes narrowing somewhat. 

' Don't worry, Erwin. You won't be along for long, I said I'd follow you right? Into that same fire I'll soon be going. ' 

He whispered out, making his way to leave now. Going as far as to pat a startled Armin on the shoulder. His own line echoing inside his head to help cope with this, just tweaked a bit this time. 

' Plunder all your dreams, and lead those crying brats to victory. In his name. ' 

[zuffer-weird-girl]

R/q: Say, you do call Chisaki as a devil sometimes. So how about a Au??? Where Kai is a summoned dempn by reader and she is terrified at the thought of being cursed by him; while the jackass is like 'oh great filth for me to watch over.' But Ima a sappt for love so they slowy fall for each other thank you byeeee

Never on your life you would have thought that something like this woud have happened only because of a bit of curiosity and you reading out loud some sentences of a purple old book you found.

The ground cracked whiel the room grew hotter and hotter before a circle with a unknow sign appeared in front of you and you screamed when green flames apeared along with a demon, golden eyes piercing your soul as you laid on the floor, terrified.

"Which filthy disguting soul dares to sumon me?" The voice, contrary to the room and the half man and demon in fron of you which was hot as fuck, spoke in utterly coldness as flames danced aroun his arms and around both of you.

"I-I-fuck- W-Well I-"

"Answer for once!" He shouted in anger and the flames grew wider at that.

"Please don't kill me I swear I didn't mean it for you to be summoned or whatever the fuck is what you call." You blurted out as the flames dissapeared along with the annoyed sigh and a flick of fomger from the demon.

"A dumb and worthless human I see."

"Hey." You called out while getting the courage to stand up "Don't need to be rude oh mighty demon you can just leave."

"I can't idiot." He sighed and pointed at the book "When you summon me, you are stuck with a curse."

"Pardon me- CURSE?!" you shouted and the demon glared down at you.

"You're deaf or something? Next time think before summoning something from hell."

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"

"You're too loud." He growled while looking up in both annoyance and despair as he pinched his nose.

Aparently after two weeks ypu discovered that the curse was sorta of having a very annoying man by your side and not leaving you alone. The bastard scoffed at everthing about your world and pointed out how it was ridiculous or wrong, and seemed even to throw a fit about your apartment not being clean enough.

"So...?" The demon glanced away from the book to arch an eyebrow at you from the couch he was sitting "How long you're staying-?"

"Until you make a pact or die." He replied nonchantly before flipping the page while your eye twitched at his behaviour.

"Seems like demons don't have much manners."

"Manners isn't necessary on hell. You will get used to it."

"...wait- I AM GOING TO HELL?!"

"Probably."

You were freaking out, and this was only the final of the first week.

Time passed by and you finally were getting used to the demon living with you. He stayed on his natural form behind closed doors but when he was forced to went outside due to your habbits, his worns and black wings quickly dissapeared, remaining golden eyes stayed the same while he summoned a type of mask for him to use.

When you asked the first time why he basically told you to mind your own bussines but eventually you found out this particulary demon had a certain problem with germs.

You were ordering two drinks as your conpanion stood at least oen foot away from you as the cashier handed the orders with a smile.

"Have a nice evening young couple!" You blushed hard at their words as the man demon deadpanned and just continue on his walk to putsidw of the mini shop.

The walk was awkward to say at least but in the middle of it he decided to break the silence.

"You humans tend to be very stupid."

"Geez thanks for the compliment as always unknow demon that I dont even know the name of." You grumbled, face hot as the words of that cashier feplayed in your mind.

"Sarcasm is not your fort idiot. And you will know my name when I want you to know."

"Well, you're practically living with me jackass. Some respect is apreciated." You said in annoyance while grabbing your keys to enter your apartment.

In one snap of his fingers you felt as if someone had just punched you in the gut just after you had unlocked the door. The demon just entered the apartment nonchantly, soon back to his demon form and throwing the empty cup of his drink perfectly on the trash can.

"Learn your place and I might consider on treating you like something that is not just a playtoy or a debt."

Motherfu-

"This seems like one of the thing about here that you don't complain." You smiled at the man watching some type of another documentary about mafias.

"Just happens to be interesting. Nothing more neither less." He spoke nonchantly, not even gazing away fron the T.v. You smiled while rolling your eyes before the sound of the door bell called you to answer it.

Welp. More like to greet a gun.

"This is a robbery madam. Move and I will shot." The man said grufily as you extended your hands up quivering.

"I-Im sorry sir b-but I got nothi-"

"I warned ya." You went to beg for your life before flinching at the sound of the gunshot, but opening your eyes you saw the back of the man you've been living with for months now.

He had just bent a gun, the barrel now pointing at the ceiling with the bullet mark as the thief trembled with fear at the show of the inhuman strengh in front of him. The demon glared at him, horns apearing as well as his wings in full display as the green flames surrounded the three of you. He grabbed the thief by the shirt and lifted him up to growl closee to his face.

"Dare to step on here once again and I will make hell seem like a walk on the park to you. Now OUT!" He shouted while throwing the man out as he ran away... and you swore he was crying.

You blinked at the man who patted his hands with a scoff before deciding to open your mouth when he just casualy came back to his spot on the couch to return to watch his documentary.

"W-what- What was that?"

"Saved your life. You're welcome."

"Thanks for that but... weren't you going to be free from me if I died?"

You didn't noticed the way his golden eyes widened up neither the face of the realization sucking in that appeared on him.

You weren't aware of the man watching you from teh door as you slept. But he was inching closer and closer, enough to summon a chair to sit right in front of you to look at your resting face.

"... What type of curse is this? This wasn't suppose to happen. Is impossible." He scoffed before gently tucking an strand of hair of your behind your ear.

"And my foolish self thinking that this was going to be easy..." he sighed, knowing exactly what had happened to him with the evidences of what he feared the most appeared to him.

Evidences that he came to have a aoft spot for you.

Were you going to hell for havinf fallen to a demon?

That question seemed to curcled at your mind for more time that you would have liked. But how? How could you fall for a man, a demon no less, that you didn't even knew the freaking name?!

He was a nice company despite his annoying tendecies, and ever since he saved you you noticed the subtle signs of care that he showed towards you... or were you simply hallucinating?

"Mind off to somewhere (Y/n)?" You snapped back to reality when the said man, in his "human form" that he choosed to remain for a long time by now, looked down at you with an arched eyebrow and a mug on his hand.

"N-Nothing important really!" You waved your hands with a smile. Blushing a bit when you aw his resting botch face again, cleary speaking that he didn't believed in your words.

"You're horrible at lying. I can tell that." He commented as you mumbled under your breath in embarrassment before wideing your eyes suddenly.

"You just said my name!" You pointed at him before he arched his eyebrow with a smirk.

"Did I?"

"You did!" You exclaimed with a smile, looking up at him but soon turning in embarrassment when you saw how handsome he looked while smilling... sorta.

"Seems like I own at least this since I ac identaly spoke your name. On hell they call me Overhaul, but you are different, so just call me Kai."

You widened your eyes once mlre before nodding with a mouth agape, blushing crinsom red when one gloved finger of his lifted your chin up to make you shut your mouth.

"T-Thank you.. for tellling me finally your name." You smiled at him before he lowered a bit, inches away from your face as his hot breath danced around your face.

"You want to know why only you can call me by that instead of 'Overhaul'?" He whispered before you nod your head slow before soon melting on the kiss the demon gave to you, hands on your waist to prevent your fall as you circled your arms around his neck.

"Am I going to hell for this?" You breathed out when you two broke away as he stared back at your eyes.

"Probably..." he said hesitantly before sighing in relief when you shrugged and started another kiss much more passionate then the one before.

[paleblank]

So I've been thinking a lot about smash dlc characters so here's 6 characters I'd love to see in smash! The character I most wanted in was Banjo Kazooie so I'll be pretty satisfied with anything really but here are my picks

Sora: I think sora would fit so well in smash, his battle style is so unique with the keyblade being such a cool weapon that can transform into a buch of things with formchange and teleport back to the owner's hand when thrown. We also got the super badass drive forms and the hella edgy Anti-form that would be so cool to see implemented in his moveset. the only real thing I see holding this character back is that he's not owned by Square Enix being owned by Disney instead. Idk how would Disney react to that. Also a lot of Sora's summons are Disney characters, his keyblade has the mickey head thing so idk that could be troublesome to license well. Also he's more on Sony and Microsoft consoles rather than Nintendo but so was Cloud. Guys but he's so adorable 🥺 the way he says sorry when messing up cooking with Remy from ratatouille just breaks my heart.

Paper Mario: I feel Paper Mario is different enough from Mario to be his own character in smash.Paper Mario has a hammer, partners, the whole paper mechanic and that ability with the stars that appear again in Mario Party 5 for some reason... hm a lot to work with here. He's also completely silent unlike Mario! he'd be another flat character like Mr. Game n watch. Also, he just recently had a new game on the switch so that's a plus. I know it'd be another Mario franchise rep and people have been wanting Waluigi(let's be honest it's just to complete Wario and also cuz memes) but Paper Mario is way more unique and even has his own series of games. Keep the Waluigi-not-in-smash meme alive.

Ryu Hayabusa: Ok. Ninjas. Ninjas in smash. Nintendo we need ninjas in smash... and I'm not talking about pokemon ninjas(greninja) that doesn't count. I'm talking about actual human ninjas. Ryu first appeared on the NES with the Ninja Gaiden trilogy of games(which I never beat cuz it's hella hard) so he'd be kinda like a retro character like Simon. I say kinda because he got a reboot on the xbox later on which Slapsss. But the NES wasn't the only Nintendo console he was on, he was also on the NDS(this game was super fun like you hold the DS sideways it's greatt) and Wii U(he's back on the Switch NES online collection thing too) Now, he is primarily a sword user like so many other smash characters but Ryu is diversity incarnate this man can use sooo many other weapons like a staff, kusarigma, tonfas, bows, dual swords, bladed nunchuks, freaking wolverine CLAWS oh and a modafuckin SCYTHE. So idk they could implement different weapons like they did with Byleth or make the Dragon Sword be his homie his only weapon to keep it classy. To complement that got the usual ninja stuff like the shurikens, the kunais and the totally not op Ninjutsu. Also he his so graceful and fiercee have you seen his fighting style? His movements are so cool to look at. Like, Izuna drop. In smash. Ugh husbando. He's owned by koei tecmo the same guys that did the dinasty warrior games and the fire emblem and zelda warriors crossover of games. So they've been working really close to Nintendo recently. Although the last we've seen of Ninja Gaiden was back in 2014. But like Banjo Kazooie hasn't had a game since 2008 so it's not a big deal. (Edit: wow so Nintendo just announced Koei Tecmo is doing yet another Zelda Warriors game :D andd they're lending them assets from BotW which means Nintendo really trusts this company so Ryu getting in Smash as a representative of Koei Tecmo and Team Ninja is very very likely, probably the most likely of the list) 

Dante: Hey we have Bayo let us have Dante. He's a cool mofo, he chill he badass. What else can I say? I love his personality ahhh (reminds me of Pale a bit) but I know he's another sword character but he has GUNS and can turn into a DEMON so I think they can make him stand out enough from the others. His fighting style is so stylish and cool yes yes. I feel Nero would be super cool with his devil breaker arms too but Dante is the face of Devil May Cry. I think dmc 3 is the only game on a Nintendo console though... But who cares get this mofo in smash please

Travis Touchdown: why do I love these personality types hmm. Now he was a wii excluse for a while and most of his games were on Nintendo platforms first so plus plus. Yet another sword character oops but I mean he has a beam sword that's hella cool plus he can turn into a red TIGER. His game is a bit.. well mature, and not only on the gory side of things but there's like a lot of sexual innuendo (he looks like he's jerking off when he's charging his sword) but hey Bayonetta had her moments as well. We got a new game coming up in 2021 mhm. Anyway I wouldn't mind if he didn't got in probably just a bonus on my list.

Okami: wow I want a lot of hack n slash human characters huh let's combo break that with Amaterasu! She's a wolf, a goddess, she's so cool definitely the most unique pick out of my choices here. like her game is so one of a kind it should be in museums across the world and they should have ppl handing out free copies just so everyone can experience this art in game form. Just image the possibilities of her moveset! She was in a fighting game before and it was amazing. We need more non-human characters in smash too. Hmm it is yet another capcom rep though(we have Megaman, Ryu and Ken and I want Dante too.) But let it happen please

So that's my list for now. If any of these characters get in I'd be sooo happy!! Let's wait and see.

[galaxiasus-a]

"they broke your heart." sweetrav <3

@otomates

"I didn't have one." His answer was curt and fast, the boiling anger and grief in response to the recent hell dreams finally being let out in that single statement. He's gotten better with controlling his temper, moving into a room that they made into some sort of quiet zone whenever he felt his emotions become too much to handle. Its better this way, he thinks to himself, simply distancing himself away from anything that could get in a way of a horrible attack in his moment of desperation. That 'anything' moreso meaning Sweets. Its not just himself he's doing this for, its for his love.

Sweets had to deal with his unanswered spats and hits for years, and didn't need to again for a long while now.

This however, still sent guilt. It always does. It wasn't anything rude, but it felt as if he was yelling at him. He caught it nearly immediately, another practice he's been working on after using this room more frequently. A moment after he said it, he sighs, mumbling a soft "I'm sorry." as his spike starts to settle down.

Travis leans his body back, landing in an uncomfortable position against the wall. Its there he realizes that he's sitting way into the corner of the room. He can't remember how he got here, how long he's been here, what he's been saying.... If he's been speaking at all. Whatever happened, Sweets was here-- which meant an answer to any of those questions was bad. He usually left him alone when he came in here, unless Travis himself cried out for him when everything was too much to handle alone.

He blinks as he watches Sweets scoot closer, one side of his vision pulsing red in defiance, causing the man to flinch. The immediate concern from the other hurt to watch, Travis shaking his head and quickly saying "It's not you." It never has. It never will be. It all came down to everything that's been haunting him.

.....

"......Well. Its true-- in a way." He croaks out after a silent few minutes. His head is starting to be less foggy, now being able to register scattered books and paperwork he keeps in the chamber. He must've thrown everything during his haze.

"I don't think I've ever had a heart. I sure didn't feel it in my earlier years. Until you happened, anyway." He pauses. Perhaps it needed explaining. He could feel Sweets' gaze on it, not in a patronizing way, in the way here he looks like he's attempting to understand so he could sympathize. It was the same look he gave him whenever Travis prayed to a God that he can never cut the cord from.

He wonders if Sweets was able to catch the small movement of the corner of his lips when he tried to smile. He is cute. At the very least, it was nice to know someone was actually listening.

"Having a heart... It meant connecting with people. Loving them, caring about their wishes and dreams. Having your own dreams. Empathy. All that... Stupid sunshine optimism every single person who thought 'Hope that person is having a good day.' carried with them." His eyes were burning. Jesus. Was he crying earlier? Pussy move.

"I didn't.... I didn't have that. I didn't feel any of it. I didn't have a heart for them to break. I was... Nothing." Nothing at all. He could hear his father's voice so clearly his eyes darted across the room for a moment, expecting to see an intruder inside the house already. He gets worried every now and then, that a survivor would come back for him and carry out his father's wishes. Slaughter him in cold blood and fed to the depths of hell. A punishment fit for a traitor.

"I guess that's what they wanted." He murmurs, shifting positions so he could fold his legs and bring them close to his chest. Sweets doesn't know the full story of his time with the cult. It was Travis' fault if any; he didn't want to being up that kind of history and have to accept what happened all over again, and he didn't want to say too much, in fear of having his partner see the type of eigth layer devil he really was. "They broke my head, my mind, every bone and tore every ligament in my body; to shape me into what they wanted. To f i x me." His sharp, harsh tone came back with the specific word. He had issues that could have never been fixed, and he knew that made him hated in the family even more.

Had Sweets told him this a long time ago, he would've been incredibly offended by it, by the mere audacity of him having a symbol of something so weak and useless in the first place. Right now, he was mourning.

He can't remember what triggered it. His body was tense and shaking when he felt trapped in a claustrophobic tunnel again. He felt someone else's warm blood when he slaughted an innocent person in the name of a holy ritual. His eye burned from ghostly remnants of something sharp and toxic. He could still hear the screams of ghosts his father had murdered before him. An awful, ugly, disgusting sin. That's all he could feel.

Right now he wished it would, simply put, go away. The only thing he ever wanted to feel anymore was the warmth and love from the man sitting next to him. That was not something he needed to say out loud; he felt hands protectively latch onto his arm without a second thought, and Sweets' head resting perfectly on his shoulder. He wanted a kiss. He didn't know if Travis was okay enough to get one though.

That thought alone was enough to make Travis shudder from a forced chuckle. He moves his legs forward so his abdomen was exposed and Sweets could right after move to set himself on his lap. He could feel him curl up next to him in every attempt to get closer than he already was, not once him letting go of his arm. It wasn't long until the sweet comfort he always gave him start to take over him. The feeling in his chest untightened, the alarm bells of possible danger nearby start to quiet down.

It hasn't gone away completely, it might never will, but the world seemed more manageable for now. Enough for Travis to get his free hand to hold onto one of Sweets', kissing one of the many rings he had gifted him the past year and then held it up so his partner can cradle his cheek. Finally. Some damn peace.

"Thanks for being here, angel." He murmurs, letting his head rest against the wall so he can make use of the quiet room and try to get those missing senses of clarity back. His usual internal speech of he's safe. He's not alone. He has someone who loves him. He's okay. He's safe. Circles through his head. It will until he thinks he can get up and leave the safety of the closed space, and he knows the beautiful clingy man underneath him will stay with him for as long as it takes.

He'll take care of the books later.

[lovedholic]

folklore sentence starters

under the cut are #100+ sentence starters from taylor swift’s newest album folklore. some of the lyrics have been tweaked to fit rp purposes, but feel free to change anything to your liking !! i hope you like these as much as i did  ♡

the 1

i'm doing good, i'm on some new shit .

i thought i saw you at the bus stop, i didn't though .

you know, the greatest films of all time were never made .

well, i guess you never know .

if you wanted me, you really should've showed it .

it's alright now .

but we were something, don't you think so ?

i had this dream that you were doing some cool shit .

you know, the greatest loves of all time are over now .

if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?

you would've been the one .

cardigan

when you are young, they assume you know nothing .

but, i knew you? .

baby, kiss it better .

you said i was your favorite ! 

a friend to all is a friend to none .

i felt like i was an old cardigan .

to kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed .

you drew stars around my scars .

i tried to change the ending, but . . .

i knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs .

i knew i'd curse you for the longest time .

i knew you'd come back to me .

the last great american dynasty

how did a middle-class divorcée do it ?

the wedding was charming, if a little gauche in my opinion .

ah, there's only so far new money goes .

their parties were tasteful, if a little loud .

she stole his dog and dyed it key lime green !

fifty years is a long time, you know   .

i had a marvelous time ruining everything .

exile

im holdin' all this love out here in the hall .

i think i've seen this film before, and i didn't like the ending .

you're not my homeland anymore .

so what am i defending now ?

i can see you starin', honey .

second, third, and hundredth chances . how many more do you want ?

i'm not your problem anymore !

there is no amount of crying i can do for you .

we always walked a very thin line .

you didn't even hear me out .

you never gave a warning sign .

i gave so many signs .

i never learned to read your mind .

you never turned things around .

my tears ricochet

and if i'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too .

even on my worst day, did i deserve all the hell you gave me ?

i loved you, i swear i loved you .

i didn't have it in myself to go with grace .

i'm dead to you, why are you at the wake ?

you know i didn't want to have to haunt you .

you used to tell me i was brave .

i can go anywhere i want, just not home .

you would still miss me in your bones .

i still talk to you when i'm screaming at the sky .

you turned into your worst fears .

you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain you have inside you .

mirrorball

i'll show you every version of yourself tonight .

i know they said the end is near . . .

i can change everything about me to fit in .

you are not like the regulars .

i'm still a believer, but i don't know why .

i'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me .

seven

please, picture me in the trees .

i was too scared to jump in .

are there still beautiful things ?

sorry, i can’t recall your face .

i love you to the moon and to saturn .

i've been meaning to tell you this, i think your house is haunted .

your dad is always mad, though ?

i think you should come live with me .

we can be pirates !

august

i never needed anything more .

are you sure ?

will you call when you're back at school ?

i remember thinking i had you .

it was never mine .

i can see us twisted in bedsheets .

back when we were still changing for the better . . .

for me, it was enough .

i canceled all of my plans just in case you'd call .

meet me behind the mall .

so much for summer love and saying "us"  .

you weren't mine to lose .

get in the car !

this is me trying

i've been having a hard time adjusting .

i didn't know if you'd care if i came back .

i have a lot of regrets about that .

i'm here in your doorway, where are you ?

i just wanted you to know that this is me trying .

fell behind all my classmates and i ended up here .

i’m pouring out my heart to a stranger .

it's hard to be anywhere these days when all i want is you .

illicit affairs

make sure nobody sees you leave .

tell yourself you can always stop .

well , that's the thing about illicit affairs .

don't call me baby .

look at this godforsaken mess that you made me !

you showed me colors you know i can't see with anyone else .

look at this idiotic fool that you made me !

you taught me a secret language i can't speak with anyone else .

and you know damn well that for you, i would ruin myself .

invisible string

i used to think i would meet somebody there .

were there clues i didn't see ?

she said i looked like an american singer, how absurd was that ?

one single thread of gold tied me to you .

now i send their babies presents !

mad woman

what did you think i'd say to that ?

what do you sing on your drive home ?

fuck you forever !

what about that ?

there's nothing like a mad woman .

what a shame she went mad .

you made her like that .

and women like hunting witches too .

it's obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together .

i'm taking my time .

you took everything from me .

epiphany

sir, i think he's bleeding out !

there are some things you just can't speak about .

with you, i fall down .

this is something med school did not cover .

doc, i think she's crashing out !

you only have twenty minutes to sleep .

try to make some sense of what you've seen .

dream of some epiphany, okay ?

betty

i won't make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom but i think it's 'cause of me .

one time i was riding on my skateboard . . .

when i passed your house it's like i couldn't breathe .

have you heard the rumors from inez ?

this time it was true !

the worst thing that i ever did was what i did to you .

if i just showed up at your party, would you have me ?

would you tell me to go fuck myself ?

what if i told you it was just a summer thing ?

i know i miss you .

i know where it all went wrong .

i hate the crowds, you know that .

plus, i saw you dance with him .

get in, let's drive .

i dreamt of you all summer long .

i planned it out for weeks .

right now is the last time i can dream about what happens .

the only thing i wanna do is make it up to you .

peace

suddenly, it's clear .

i never had the courage .

as long as danger is near .

and it's just around the corner, darling .

all these people think love's for show .

i would die for you in secret .

the devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me .

would it be enough if i could never give you peace ?

it's like i'm wasting your honor .

is it enough ?

i'd give you my sunshine, my best, anything .

but the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me .

hoax

this has broken me down .

give me a reason .

your faithless love's the only hoax i believe in .

don't want no other shade of blue but you .

no other sadness in the world would do .

you know i left a part of me back in new york .

you knew it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart .

you knew you won, so what's the point of keeping score ?

what you did was just as dark .

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#5

Trish: Is that why you went to find Dante? V: Yes. Foolish. I thought maybe he could change my...maybe fix... Maybe right my wrong. Tell me... Was this fool before you right? (Jacket Mod Credit In Replies)

Image ID: Two gifs of V from Devil May Cry 5 coloured to be a hazy slightly warm pinky-purple. V's swirling fully body tattoos are visible on his arms and he is sitting wearing a purple jacket in both. In the first gif he's looking down at the ground. The text "In separating and regaining my human soul, I've realized the gravity of the crime I've commited" is overlaid on top. In the second gif V is looking at someone just off to the side of the camera and turns to look at the ground. The text "I've realized how important everything was, everything I've thrown away in my pursuit for power" is overlaid. End ID.

59 notes • Posted 2021-10-26 13:15:11 GMT

#4

How can I ever explain why I don’t want to, can’t go stealth. Don’t get me wrong, I live in a place where I’ll probably be alright as a visibly trans person, and I know how much privilege that affords me, but you have no idea how glad I am that I even have the option. 

Because for me, being stealth is like cis people erasing me. It’s different to the erasure of misgendering and not believing trans people are our genders. It’s different to that. But it’s still bad in it’s own way.

The box labelled ‘cis man’ just doesn’t fit, and quite frankly I don’t want it to. I have very little in common with cis men. But nonetheless that’s the box people try to shove me in when I pass. 

So no, I really can’t imagine spending the rest of my life forcing myself to not exist, to just be erased and washed away into the shadow of cis manhood. It would kill me in all different ways to never having transitioned in the first place.

But this is a concept cis people can’t even begin to conceive of, nor other queer people at times, to be frank.

I’m a man, I want to live my life being accepted as one. But I don’t want to live as a cis man, I want to live as me.

73 notes • Posted 2021-03-13 23:23:50 GMT

#3

a lot of you are like '(life thing we all experience) is just love'. and as an aromantic i'm here to tell you actually it isnt :) hope this helps.

190 notes • Posted 2021-07-17 23:06:07 GMT

#2

the only proper pay back for terfs constantly claiming that trans men are "stealing women's history" by calling james barry a man is for us to start claiming every fictional character who fits their 'a woman disguised as a man to be able to make it in life ect ect' as ours. also to more aggressively claim other historical figures. sorry, if you'd left dr barry alone maybe i would have let you have joan of arc but you didn't, so that's our history too

630 notes • Posted 2021-07-08 00:12:43 GMT

#1

For the folks who are waaaay too deep in the discourse about trans men's relationship to male privilege, your hypothetical completely stealth, perfectly passing trans man still experiences discrimination on the basis of being a trans man. To name the most obvious example that comes to mind for me: He'll find himself with much less access to the healthcare he requires than cis men, cis women and possibly even to a certain degree, visible trans men (though being visibly trans will also not afford any privilege in that situation, just a different set of problems).

There's no one trans guy you can hold up as 'basically on the same level as a cis man' in how he navigates the world. I'll say it one last time, regardless of how you pass as a trans person, transphobia is ingrained in western society, you can't escape it, and any conditional privilege gained from passing is not true privilege seeing as it's lost the minute someone is outed/comes out.

2895 notes • Posted 2021-05-17 07:21:24 GMT

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i'm a babysitter and when i say i've met so many devil children. THIS IS SOMETHING I HAVE EXPERIENCE WITH I COULDN'T LET HER SLIP FROM MY FINGERS. also mod gundham said it seemed like i'd be able to write this one really well so SNATCHED

hope you guys enjoyed this as much as i did!!! - mod rantaro

Shuichi Saihara

*listen... he's already not too good with people, much less KIDS

*he needed to make a little money though! so he hoped for the BEST with this kid

*upon sight, he was relieved. the kid was cute as shit, so he couldn't be THAT bad, right?

*at first, he really believed that. he really did

*but then the kids mom left

*and the kid turned around with the most evil look in his eyes, shuichi almost pissed himself.

*"listen fucker, this is what we're gonna do" i'm sorry what

*minutes later? shuichi is duct taped to a spinning computer chair

*shuichi has never feared for his life this badly before WHY IS THE KID SWINGING A PENDULUM IN FRONT OF HIM

*learns to never trust kids again, EVER

Rantaro Amami

*he understands kids? he has too many little siblings to not understand

*most kids LOVE him. he was so ready for this. easy cash and a bigger ego? this is what his dreams are made of!

*....or so he thought

*this child.... was a sugar crazy BRAT and BULLY

*it wasn't his fault the kid's mom asked to not feed her sweets! but the kid wouldn't listen

*if she didn't get what she wanted, she dropped to the floor, pitching the loudest fit amami's ever witnessed in his LIFE

*this isn't where it ends. once she gets over throwing her tantrum, she starts hitting him in the head

*"give me the chocolate!" "no!" "i'll tell my mom you starved me!" "NO!"

*after convincing her that it wouldn't work because she WAS fed, she just started hitting his head harder

*he shivers anytime someone asks him to babysit now

Kokichi Ouma

*listen he's only doing this because he owes someone HARDCORE

*when he was asked to babysit, he KNEW something was up

*so when he came to realize he was babysitting the meanest kid in the world, he thought he was prepared

*"what's up with the dumb haircut" when i say ouma did a doubletake

*being ouma he.... he wasn't gonna hold his tongue with the kid

*"what's up with the dumb face?" OUMA NO

*instead of crying, the kid just comes for ouma some MORE

*"did your mom cry when she realized she spent 9 months carrying an ugly baby"

*by the end of the session.... the kid grew to like ouma. how he did it? who knows

*the kid cried when ouma had to leave and ouma has never been that relieved in his life

Kaito Momota

*he's surprisingly good with kids? they like the loud guy who would've guessed

*so when he came across this kid, he was expecting the same thing he always got

*"you look like you spend more time on your hair than i do with mine" kaito was Confused at first

*poor boy AGREED and started talking about his hair routine until the little girl Scoffed

*"could you put the same amount of effort into your outfit" RUDE

*kaito went to claim what designer brands he was wearing until he realized he wasn't wearing any

*"you're so poor! do you go shopping at second hand stores or what?" Bingo

*kaito's ego has never been this deflated before

*for the next three hours, all he heard was a snotty 8 year old talk about all the expensive things she gets from her mom

*it was all worth it! that mother paid him so much he considered buying from somewhere other than a second hand store

Keebo

*he doesn't know anything about watching a kid okay

*seriously? he googles the behaviors of a kid five minutes before he actually started the job he's NOT READY

*the second he gets there the kid was knocking on him

*the kid was more so mesmerized than being MEAN to keebo, really

*however.... his Awe led to a few comments that keebo Obviously wouldn't like

*"so robots ARE real! is the a possibility of you going wild?" KID

*"n-no, those movies with robots don't portray us right! i won't turn on you!" "oh, lame"

*k i d

*beyond that point, he was just uninterested. he left keebo alone completely after that

*keebo felt bad about the whole thing but hey he has MONEY

Ryoma Hoshi

*....what

*he doesn't get kids, and he doesn't want to. they make fun of his height

*this kid... this kid was just Mean

*she tried anything and everything to try to get to him but she couldn't BREAK HIM

*"you're really short!" "i know" "your breath stinks!" "yours is worse"

*he doesn't know him being unphased makes her More Determined to Hurt Him

*so everytime something leaves her mouth, he either just agrees or redirects it, and she's secretly foaming at the MOUTH

*he literally doesn't catch the hint until maybe the last 30 minutes

*"i bet you suck at tennis!" "oh boy you got me there" cue the fake pout

*this worked it made her smile and she stopped fucking with him. he wins when he doesn't need to

Gonta Gokuhara

*another man kids tend to love, except its 50%

*50% love the tall burly man, 50% run away screaming

*so when gonta thought he was bracing himself for the worst... he really wasn't

*this girl wasn't even as mean as some of the other kids but gonta was Broken

*she'd make fun of his hands and feet, saying they were way too big

*and then she'd talk badly about how big he is, acting like he's so intimidating and scary because of his size

*gonta took it seriously and full heartedly tried to make her comfortable with him, Key Word Is Tried

*upon seeing how soft this man is SHE STARTED BASHING HIM FOR IT

*gonta Didn't know how to cope she wasn't listening to a word he said and he just wanted her to like him

*he went home with a fat wad of cash but a big big pout on his face

Korekiyo Shinguuji

*take one good look at this man and tell me you think he wouldn't get annihilated by some 5 year old. you can't

*kids tend to either adjust to new things or completely reject them and in most cases, kids tend to Reject him

*all he wants to do is tell these kids stories and they come for him COMPLETELY

*he's heard it All. he's just lucky he isn't too emotional because he'd be a mess Anytime he met a kid

*this particular kid.... dear atua

*he wasn't even the meanest kid korekiyo's dealt with, but HE'S STILL MEAN

*"your hair's too long, time for a haircut" "EXCUSE ME"

*korekiyo now has a single lock of hair about to his shoulder blade. The Fuck Kid

*the kid ATE at his face mask. poor korekiyo can never catch a Break

*frankly, he just viewed the day as another story to tell, so he wasn't too mad about it in general