#evil skips and redhair guy?

[jungleboy-cruise]

Who should i ship in Metalocalypse? I think Charles needs to stay single and I dont ship any of the band members together. The best I could come up with that makes even a margin of sense to me is Rockso the Rock and Roll Clown/Dr Twinklettes because Rockso will do anything for cocaine and Dr Twinklettes is gaycoded but that's a very very large stretch. Is this show shipless?

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Big Brother Akaza x Child Reader | Human Mafia AU

“Uhm…Akaza?”

“Yes (Y/n).”

“Why is there a dead guy on the basement steps?”

You clinged on the railing staying on the last steps. Never before had you seen the dead, evil people outside the basement. This was new and kind of annoying. It was blocking your way! You had to get your lunch before an important-someone came to pick you up.

“Oh he’s not dead yet, he made a good attempt though.”

“Can you…please. I have to go.”

The man reluctantly dragged the bloody man back down the steps. Skipping over the blood streaks you grabbed your lunch from the table and bowed to the shrine in the nearby cupboard.

“Bye Muzan-sama.” You waved to the statue, before running out of the house and down the block. Standing in front of a random house you waited for the familiar sleek black car to come up and the door to swing open. You step in being sure to sit opposite to the blonde and redhaired man, Kyojuro Rengoku. For a while you didn’t speak, you waited for the detective. He was an adult after all.

“(Y/N)-CHAN! YOU’VE BEEN MEANING TO TELL US FOR A WHILE, HAVEN’T YOU?

“Y-yes.”

The man’s volume was definitely louder than what you were used to. Even Douma had never been incredibly loud when teasing but such is expected when you have no reason to hide.

“Uhm. Can we wait until we get to the cafe to talk? You’re kindof hurting my ears.``

“OF COURSE YOUNG ONE!”

You smiled as you looked out the tinted windows. You could never ask anyone that in the Kibitsuji meetings. You wanted to enjoy this forever.

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“Fu-fu-fu-” The upcoming teasing from his superior wasn’t unfamiliar. “-Oh Akaza-chan~ Guess what I saw?”

Akaza wanted to ignore him but the presence of Kokushibo and Nakime glaring at the interaction advised otherwise.

“What did you see, Douma-san?”

“Your little (Y/n)-chan at a cafe with some detectives. They were sat on one of the higher-ranked membes too~”

“W-what? Where?”

He grabbed his clothes and headed to the cafe Douma so eagerly giggled out. Why would you be skipping school? When did you start defying him? Do you know what you’d gotten yourself into?

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“He isn’t that bad, promise!”

“But he kill-” “Inosuke!”

“Fine, he does bad things to good people.���

“W-well I’m sure it was for a good reason. I-I know he really loves Muzan-sama but they don’t-”

“SORRY YOUNG ONE BUT THE TRUTH IS YOUR BROTHER’S A MURDERER! He may care for you but not about others. All his other friends are like this too and you should come with us to avoid coming in contact with them again.”

“But there my friends–I thought–maybe–”

“They won’t be, after you told on them. They’ll do the same thing that they did to the others.”

In astonished horror you covered your mouth and buckled down to rest your head on the cool glass of the cafe tables. You didn’t think it was a secret because everyone you ever spoke to thought it was normal. You weren’t normal, afterall.

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Arriving at the cafe just in time to watch a detective drive off with you in the cop car. He puts his punch knuckles on and approaches the remaining training detectives. He swings to sock the one with red hair and the hanafuda earrings only to be blocked by the fiery-haired detective.

“YOU’RE BATTLE IS WITH ME, DEMON!”

“Did you abduct (Y/n)?! What the heck did you tell them?!”

“Everthing!”

“...I usually would have given you the choice to join our ranks but now I just want you to die!”

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“Uhm…Miss Cop?”

“What is it kid?”

“That was the turn for the police station…Are we going somewhere else?”

“Uh yeah–yeah–sure kid.”

“Uhm what branch did you say you were a part of?”

“You’re asking a lot of questions kid…Best you keep yer mouth shut.”

“But I don’t feel safe. Can I please leave or borrow your phone?”

“SHUT UP AND SIT STRAIGHT” Keeping one hand on the wheel she slaps your hand away from reaching for her phone on the dashboard. “You’re so lucky–and for such a little trash bag it seems everyone just wants you…”

“What are you talk–?”

“Why Can’t He Just Look At Me! At least I’d want to see him! I wouldn’t be running away like you!”

You shrink into your seat, fighting the urge to cry. She was being so mean.

She pulled up to the wall of the Douma residence blocking peering eyes from the massive japanese style compound. She didn’t bother to get you from the other side of the car instead she just latched onto the scruff of your shirt hauling you over the console and out of the driver’s side. She continued to pull you past the armed ‘welcomers’ and the attendant that guided the female cop dragging you through the maze of hallways. Finally stopping at an adourned doorway to fix her hair and police outfit before entering. There on a throne surrounded by pillows and offerings was Douma, a familiar but now-horrifying face.

“(Y/n)-chan!!! We were all so worried! Even your brother ran to save you right away!” He had opened his arms to welcome you, bending down slightly.

You didn’t want to go but the not-so-subtle shove from the cop pushed you to stumble just before the throne. Slowly stepping over the gifts and pillows you hesitantly come close to his grand chair.

“Uhm am I in troub–”

He easily wedged his hands under your armpits, hoisting you into his lap, cradling you like a baby.

“It's been too long since I’ve seen you darling!”

You tried to speak but everything was muffled from the smothering that was being done by the minor cult leader. During his rubbing of your faces together he looks to see the irritated skin of your hand; he also notes the scarring on the heels of your feet. Holding you tight, back to his chest, he calls to his attendant.

“Would you mind giving her the gift, for all her hardwork?”

“Of course sir.” The attendant grabbed the arm of the enamored police officer moving the other hand to something behind her belt. You tense, and Douma notices that. So you know now.

“In the foyer. Go.” The attendant stopped their movement bowing before escorting the woman out. You two sat in the silence of the room. You unknowingly started to tremble, turning to face Douma.

“Ah–will I have to die too?”

“You’re so smart, you would’ve figured it out eventually.”

He seemed to ignore your question, as stubborn as you were, you were going to ask again. He stopped you with his hand wrapping around your face, he smiled seeing you struggle to look properly at him.

“Usually you would. But lucky you, your brother fights loads harder when you're involved.” He manuevered his hand to squeeze your cheeks, continuing even as your little hands tried to push him away. “Not to mention, Master’s favorite little investment.”

“Whas an invwestmen?” You tried to speak despite the pressure on your mouth.

“A good thing for you.” He moved his hand to hold your little face. “I’m in charge of your re-training.”

“Retraining?”

“Yup! You flinch and react to the death of unchosen ones.”

“What do you mean?” As if on cue the sound of a shot rang out followed by a scream then another shot. You couldn’t stop the tears that bubbled down your chubby cheeks, the involuntary jumping of your body with the muffled sound of the shot; looking up at Douma who seemed to be smiling even wider than before. You would be perfect by the time he was done.