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riptide98 · 6 months ago

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i’ve been working on a scu fic (but at least the ceiling’s very pretty/baltcvp) for like over a year now (the og vers of the first 4 chapters are on my og ao3 acc) and i got bored and made up lore in my bathroom taking a fat shit and then i wrote it down and im really proud of it tbh!!

lmk if this needs any warnings or anything it’ll be below the cut if anyone wants any context to points jus ask me i dont have access to the actual fic doc rn but i rember things

first. the mortal/god stuff.

the reason why their bodies are all at first mortal is the residual imbalance from grizz being dead. in this sort of “au” ig idk, when one god of a pantheon (i.e grizz) dies (which is VERY rare and usually only happens when one god takes out another, i.e bebo shooting him) there’s an imbalance in the world, so the divinity of the others begins to lessen until they’re mortal again. but, as they’re all reunited and grizz is somehow revived, which i’ll get to later, that divinity begins to return to them all

and on the topic of the reunion and grizz’s revival....

it’s a mystery until the end (even after they get charlie back) how they all are back at molympus. but since im god and i wrote this lore bit, i can say it now ^_^

some backstory:

after the boys beat the game, their divinity slowly left them until they were mortal to keep that aforementioned balance. the world became godless, but the people survived, praying to the gods of old (the boys) and believing they could still help (they cant). charlie....is a story for another paragraph, bizly became a recluse and chose to hide in the forests and nature almost to torture himself (grizz was the god of nature and bizly was the one who killed him so), and condi dedicated himself to finding out how to bring grizz back so the world could gain its gods again.

charlie was whisked away by schlart to be readied for the next story ^_^ simce he’s the main character after all :3 anyways hes not relevant

since the world began to crumble in on itself without its gods, thus starts 100 days. schlatt brings charlie in to carry out his final story, but the other two, who are still alive, don’t realize until he shows up again

bizly realized how different charlie was the second he saw him even from a distance, almost miraculously recognizing him, and decided to make a new persona so he wouldn’t have to act like he knew him. he’d been hurt enough by charlie and his distance and his disappearance that he didn’t want to have to try and jog his obviously lost or repressed memory. he left him in the end because he just couldn’t face him anymore. he hated how he looked at him with no recognition despite looking basically the same, maybe just with shaggier hair, sounding the same, just with a slight accent for the bit, being the same. so he left. he was so blinded by anger and frustration that he couldn’t even be fully aware of charlie’s differences and issues.

though he did come back and fight by charlie’s side, in the end. he still cared that much.

condi, on the other hand, almost didn’t recognize charlie by the time he found him. he’d been so beat up and coated in dirt and grime that he was almost unrecognizable. charlie always kept in tiptop shape, so if condi hadn’t recognized the slimes on him he probably would barely realize who he was. plus, his voice was so fucked up due to the haze in the air and still apparent years of disuse that he didn’t even sound himself. where bizly was angry, condi was concerned. condi was genuinely worried at first, but then his focus shifted back to his projects almost unnervingly quickly when he was asked of them.

though he did sacrifice his life to save charlie’s, in the end. he still cared that much.

grizz is dead as hell LMAOAOAOAOAO

after day 100, bizly was the only god of the pantheon alive. still using his florida man persona as basically a coping mechanism at this point, saddled with these two random mortals, one of whom disturbingly reminded him of grizz, he was frustrated. done. he wanted his life back. his friends back. his divinity back.

and one day he woke up back on molympus.

how, you ask? bizly’s frustration, his anger, his grief, it all bottled up in him alongside the last dregs of divinity left in their realm. basically, the world follows the stability of its gods, and since bizly was the last god left, when he broke, so did the world. when the world broke, it killed him in the process.

the death of the gods, with nobody left to be able to channel their divinity, ended the world.

but, like in minecraft, you can always make a new one.

bizly, in his state, accidentally created a new world and revived all four of the gods of old. which lines up, because he was always the healer. the god of life, being the last one to have it.

the god of life, being able to restore it.

now, to clarify charlie’s whole situation.

when he was revived, schlatt was alongside him because the two are deeply intertwined for some insane reason that involves that first encounter. he became the main character of the story schlatt wanted to weave by being the last one left standing. he was the largest subject of the torture put upon everyone. he caused the problems that led to his friends, eventually fellow gods, to hate him, deep down. everyone else were just plot devices for him.

so when he was revived, so was schlatt. and schlatt missed his story. so he decided he’d loop it as many times as it takes charlie to get out with his memories being reset with each loop.

all he had to do was take his shot in the final moments of day 101.

anyways off the topic of charlie because although the fic is based around trying to get him back it focuses on the others more

everyone being revived brought them all to where bizly wanted them to be again: molympus. he’d missed the actual good times they’d had over the few thousand years they spent together, building their world bit by bit, code by code. it held shitty memories of practical verbal abuse, yeah, but it was also one of the safest places he’d ever had. he wanted it back. he wanted his friends.

and, in the end, he got them.

to summarize: everyone turned mortal, fucking died, and bizly revived his friends and fucking brainblasted a new world into existance because he was sad abt all of it. also charlie’s stuck in a time loop but that's not important

#slimecicle cinematic universe #scu #scu hardest difficulty #scu 100 days #im so proud of baltcvp its my baby #slimecicle #bizlychannel #condifiction #grizzlyplays

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angelofchaos001 · 6 months ago

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Meet the Spearmaster

Wings!Spearmaster is a little . . . unique by every regard.

The tiny scar on it's chest is from Suns putting in the battery (explained below), and the red sun is the mark of Suns, signifying that this is a creature they want alive.

Once, it was but a normal scup living in Suns' region (which is a very cold area so guess what, this goober hasthick fur) in a small camp of purely other scugs. Despite their size, they still often went on raids and often found more success than larger groups due to being easier to sneak around. Velvet (Spears' name before the incident) had a normal family for scugs; Both parents and three siblings.

During a raid, they were unfortunately found and in a flash, Suns caught at least half the group in a devastating frostbreath sweep, including Velvet. However, he was only on the edge of it, so he didn't die immediately-Just his back half was trapped in the rapidly freezing ice.

Both of his siblings were caught in the blast, one further in and one in a similar predicament to Velvet. The one further in died from the cold, being one of the many bodies under a frozen sheet. Velvet and his sibling could only watch as those who avoided the frost breath were hunted down ruthlessly. Some, such as Velvet's mother, were impaled on the dagger-sharp spines on Suns' tail. Others, like Velvet's father, found themselves blinded by the reflective machine and stabbed with a spear while recovering. (Yes it got the Disney main character treatment-No parents)

As Suns was cleaning up the stragglers, they found Velvet and his sibling. For reasons unknown to Velvet, they didn't kill him right away. Instead, they spoke to themselves a lot in a language he didn't understand before slamming their tail into Velvet's sibling, knocking them out of the ice and flying off the superstructure. Then, they freed Velvet and took him with them. By this point, Velvet's tail and one back leg had been lost to frostbite.

Suns saved Velvet because they knew NSH had raised a scup to try and infiltrate the camps and tear them apart inside-out, and they wanted to try it too (but Suns didn't want two of them so Velvet literally won a coin flip to live). Suns started out by replacing Velvet's dead tail and leg with mechanical ones, and decided to make this creature unique and dangerous by a special mechanism in the tail to produce bits of sharpened metal (spears). (Note: Don't ask me how it works, my best explanation is that it also needs scrap metal to work-put metal in the holes, it comes out sharpened and thin) Of course, this machinery needed to be powered, so Suns basically stuck a battery in Velvet's chest that could recharge off Velvet's energy (short ver. Battery is sort of like just another organ that is powered by the body).

Next, Suns imbued their mark onto their creature (not a mark of communication, to be clear) and began to teach it. However, Suns is not good at this whole parenting thing and 'teaching' turned out to be more like 'Shock the scug if it does something I don't like'. Suns can understand and speak to slugcats, but Velvet was just refusing to listen because he hated this. Suns gave up on verbal reprimanding and moved on to physical punishment.

In attempts to make their creature able to ignore pain during a fight, Suns took to also shocking Velvet randomly when he was training. Unfortunately, this led to Velvet believing that just about everything he did was wrong (and that has lingered). Suns also didn't want Velvet stopping mid-fight to eat, or stopping in general to eat so he couldn't be ambushed, and as such, would watch Velvet closely and punish him with a shock whenever they caught him eating. This just leads to Spears now only eating when it absolutely needs to, and only when it is 100% certain it cannot be seen (such as in a shelter or dead end of a tunnel)

When Suns took Velvet, they began calling the creature the master of spears, which, after suggestion from NSH, became Spearmaster. Overtime, Velvet, desperate to avoid punishment for anything, began calling himself whatever Suns called him. Suns referred to Velvet as 'Spearmaster' and also only called him an 'it', so Velvet began doing the same.

Spearmaster helped fight in raids alongside Suns, though Suns had little concern for Spears' safety, seeing it as easily replaceable. It is terrified of Suns

When Lilypuck was knocked off her structure, NSH was quick to send their scug to try and find her. Suns followed suit, sending their scug as well.

Spears constantly moved under worry that somehow, Suns was watching it. Eventually, it did make it to Moon's region, and there it first met a pale red slugcat, scarred and marked by another iterator. She introduced herself as Hunter, and she was trying to find Lilypuck. Spears had the same goal, and for a bit, the two stuck together. However, during the next cycle, Hunter noticed Spears looked kinda tired and thin, and offered to catch it something. Spears accepted, and when Hunter caught the pair a green lizard to share, Spears was horrified when Hunter immediately dug into it and ended up running away out of fear that Suns was watching, planning to hurt it.

Cycles later, basically on the cusp of Moon's structure, Spears and Hunter found each other again. Spears deflected all questions about why it ran off, and Hunter gave up trying, but the two did stick together again for a bit. However, once again, Hunter ate, Spears panicked, ran off.

Spears found Lilypuck first, but all it saw was an iterator puppet (Suns did not give it a description) and panicked, thinking it was seeing Suns here somehow. As Spears ran out of there, Hunter was going in and asked why it was running so fast. Spears frantically tried to explain that Suns was there, Hunter was (understandably) confused, and went to look, but Spears begged her not to for her own safety. Hunter assured it she'd be fine, but Spears refused until eventually, Hunter then just said to follow if it was so concerned. The two came up on Lilypuck, who saw their marks and eagerly talked to them, telling them to tell the others that she was alright. In particular, she was interested in Spearmaster since Suns had been very secretive to most others about it. Lilypuck reached out to pet Spears, who first thought the gesture was Suns clawing at it, and ran away again. Hunter chased after it, desperate for answers. Eventually, Hunter caught up to Spears and tried to stay polite when asking what the heck was going on with it.

Spears broke somewhat, spilling that it was scared of Suns, and Hunter explained that the puppet there was not Suns, but Lilypuck-Someone much more gentle (typically). Hunter also expressed concern for Spearmaster, as NSH often talked to her about how Suns was ruining their partner. Hunter also also convinced Spears that Suns could not see it, and finally, for the first time since being a pup, Spears ate with someone blatantly watching and wasn't punished. Granted, it was only like a single bite, but for Spears that's a huge deal.

Now, Spears and Hunter work together, exploring (Hunter convinced it to hang with her for a while before they needed to go back to their iterators) and living while Hunter works to break Spearmaster out of it's horrible mentality.

Also Spears described to Hunter how it felt nice around Hunter. Like it wanted to be by her side, and she made it feel better and forget about Suns and it thought about her so much. Hunter proceeded to have to explain the fact that is called having a crush on someone, one thing leads to another, Loveletter exists. (Hunter loves her little traumatized scug, and Spears loves Hunter's carefree and lax attitude)

Final note, no, it does not respond to Velvet anymore. You can try, it doesn't recognize that as it's name and there's no one to tell it.

Suns will probably be next for introduction just because Spears makes less sense without them.

#rain world #art #rain world au #rw art #wings of rain #wings of fire #wings of fire au

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imagine-silk · 1 year ago

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AtSV; Spies having a spy s/o (Peter B[Both ver.], Miguel, Miles, Lyla)

I've never seen Mission Impossible so take that with a grain of salt. I'm losing my mind, I need to get something out for my own sanity.

Peter B AtSV

Looking at him from the outside you thought he was an idiot. It's very hard to take him seriously. But you learned to know better. You were from opposing companies and the first time you crossed paths he was playing the fool, loud and in everyone's face, not even pretending to be drunk. He had everything and everyone's attention, so much so no one was looking at his hands, not even you. The time you finally met you ended up in the target's room and he talked down the situation. You were after different things so he offered to help you. It was now common place to help each other out if you were looking for separate things. If you need the same thing you rock-paper-scissors for it. It's very overt he's happy to see you. "So what'cha looking for tonight?"

Miguel

This man never sleeps and it's impossible to know how. You are put in to lighten the load for him because he doesn't seem to stop and people have given up on getting him to just lay down. He has courtesy but will not really stop for you, wait for a bit but not stop. No one really thought you would be able to keep up because first trials typically don't work, you seem to be a unicorn. The sheer amount of times you have almost single-handedly saved his ass is a number he won't forget and a number he will return. You're not unstoppable but something close to it. "Thanks, and good work. But there's no rest for the wicked."

Peter B ItSV

This version of him is just as seasoned as his future self but has less of the concern. He will test limits of what he does and it always works out. You've seen him say he was a spy to someone's face on a one-on-one conversation and that person trusted he wasn't, even after his friend went missing. Again, he did the, "Don't look at the mouth, look at the hands." But this time he comes to you after and offers you a copy. You were tasked with getting the same pocket book from the target's pockets and you didn't even know he grabbed it. He openly claims to you he wants to not have to fight you and he knew what you were looking for. Don't get it twisted, he needs it but you also getting the info is not his problem. "So what are you shopping for?"

Miles

He very straight forward and gets the hang of everything very quickly. He messes up quite a bit but he always fixes it before the day is up. But his mess up usually get him to places that have bigger value, if you catch my drift. Info piles, money, imports, names of players and locations. He is both unlucky and completely not. You weren't exactly paged to be on his missions but as luck had it you always crossed paths. Never for too long but you know what they say, "Absence makes the heart grew fonder." He always found a way and reason to leave his post to go looking for you and stumbled his way through excuses. "So do you... come here? Often?"

Lyla

A huge flirt and does nothing to hide it. She jokes to everyone and has that luxury as the companies best handler but you are the only one she flirts with. What else would you do but flirt back? Everyone deals with you two and you've learned how to deal with things; such as telling her you're on speaker. Miguel's eyes twitch when you do you're thing because she fucks with him and you get the best treatment in the world. Jess either laughs or scoffs depending on what mood she's in. Peter is just as insufferable with his wife. And the younger Spiders are nosy and not at all discrete. People think you've been together but that took a long time to happen. You both are surrounded by cloaks and daggers, the daggers aren't always clean. The love is brought to a boil over and over again before it overflows and puts out the fire. "This is your personal squeeze here to remind you I am left unsatisfied. If only someone could bring me the names of Fisk's bodyguard. I'd be willing to reward them handsomely."

#atsv #gender neutral reader #peter b. parker #itsv #miguel o'hara #miles morales #atsv lyla #lyla

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maguro13-2 · 9 months ago

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Shattered Hero ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Episode Maka Epilogue (1/2) ~

[For Brighter Day (Orchestra ver.) - Fumie Kumatani ]

Hal : Hello, Real World AU! This is Hal from Channel 5 News. Early this morning, Satellite of the invading S.E.E.D and the Sanctuary of Dark Nebula have all been destroyed by heroic efforts of Ethan Waber and his comrades, and especially for the hero of Earth, Maka Albarn. Once again, the Galaxy is saved from the clutches of evil one-eyed related Dark Mind who was defeated by Kirby two years ago. However, after victory over the dark forces of evil, it is quite unknown that Maka, her companies, and the heroes of smash were unharmed in the destruction of the sanctuary created by the underworld ruler Dark Nebula. Dark Nebula's plan was to bring Galactic conquest by spreading darkness and chaos all over the Galaxy and has once again had his plans foiled by hero of dreamland Kirby. So now, could this be the end of Maka and the heroes of Smash as well? Let's all pray that there will be hope for our brave heroes who fought against the dark forces of evil.

Mamimi : (smoking a cigarette) Maka. That is some hero you are. You finally did it. But I guess that you were that lucky that we found out that everyone's going to miss you on earth that much. Guess you could that Jupiter had been your place of origin the entire time and it wasn't Nevada. Guess the author was never amazed that he would apprehended the truth. But truth hurts him very much than the lying of Shinra. [Looks at a photo her and Naota] Well, Takkun. You were such a good kid to me and a good friend that I had something much to accomplish. But don't forget, it's our anniversary. Guess this is the end of a hero herself it would be.

Maka : [voice heard] No! This is the not end of us or the smashers! We finally made it alive! Everyone...

Mamimi : Huh?

All : [heard together] ...You're welcome!

[everyone on earth cheering in excitement]

Penny : Hahahahaha! What did I tell you, Ashley!? I knew that girl would make it out alive! She has finally done it! That Underworld Wannabe has finally been destroyed!

Ashley : Guess she does be a hero in her own way! So that entity named Dark Nebula wanted nothing but galactic gonquest, I wonder she's bring us into a new era of peace to all humans and witch, should her family tree knows that Maka was literally...a descendant to Phanto?

Kimial : Maka...(giggles as a tear flows from her face) You finally gave it all your best. I guess deserved to be friend after all.

Ashley : Kimial, is there something wrong.

Kimial : (wipes tear off) No, it's probably nothing. I was saying that Maka and I could've been friends for a long time, I wonder if we can meet us one day. We'll that be okay?

Ashley : Heh. You hardly get into many problems, Kimial.

Jacqueline : Maka...What a shocking coincidence. Well I guess that you could say she is a hero to earth after all, like all of us. All of us that heroes to earth

Inky Jr : (with his arms folded) Hmph! So this is the Maka Albarn I've known start. I guess she was just an ordinary human girl after all, but she is a half intergalactic being. The Brethren of her kind suits her well as the legacy of her family tree continues to stay strong. I shall give them a final proper wake up call for ol' Bendy, my father.

Hal : This is Hal from Gurhal Channel 5 live from Real World AU. Maka Albarn is alive and is coming back to earth! Hooray for the strongest girl in the Galaxy!

Mamimi : (Snickers) Well, Takkun. (goes to the Looks up into the sky) I guess it's just what we remembered. Our wacky adventures may have been over a year ago, but it feels like that something came over me when I had my chance that all things happening in the solar system. I hope to see you again one day, Takkun. You'll be happy to hear this latest catch of scoop of the day.

(door opens)

Naota : Hey, Mamimi. Long time no see. How's the newspaper business coming along?

Mamimi : (gasped in shock as she turns to see someome) You're finally here, just to see me once again...Long time no see, (begins to cry as she sees Naota as a grown man for the first time) Takkun. (Hugs him comfortly for the first time) Takkun, I missed you...so much.

Naota : Of course, I did kinda missed. It's been a long year since my old roommate left me. I know she's out there somewhere.

(cuts to Haruko on her Vespa on top of the building in Downtown Atlanta)

Haruko : Naota, you crazy dog. So that's the point how reunions work like that huh. You've finally shown your face for your return to see old friends that misses you the most. That's how life live the fullest. Well, time for me head. (Her moped begins to float as she flies off)

"What Happens next is going to very shocking."

"So long as we embrace ourselves with dignity and respect."

"Who knows what might lies within the Galaxy?"

"I wanted to show the world what it means to protect those that I loved them dearly. I want love to conquer it all...forever."

(we show Maka and Makoto looking at Jupiter outside in the Halberd)

Maka : Take a look at it. This is what home feels like on Jupiter. The sanctuary of my ancestors is safe for good and they're finally at peace now. Hope is what considered a gift for me to save the Galaxy. And I wanted to see you once more, this is why true love conquers all.

Makoto : That's right, Maka. I finally figured it out that It was the day that I first met you 12 years ago. It was our love story, a love story that we created.

Maka : It's true, this was our love story that we forged. And hardly that I'll never forget that what love is about. Well, even though that I have a heart that I gave it to someone, but I don't who is it. Maybe It's you, perhaps. After all, you're the one that I truly first met.

Tsubaki : So, what will you do now, Maka? You and your sister saved Jupiter and the galaxy is at peace now, but it seems that you are having troubles of not being a hero to Soul World since no one would be part of your story. But hey, at long as this is going to be a treat for you, how about you would give an equivalent exchange, you'll give half of yours to him and he'll give half of his to you.

Maka : I thought so.

Tsubaki : Yeah! But, umm, I suggest you would think it over. Maybe you and Makoto ain't half bad to be love birds, but we all let you know that we're going to keep this as a secret. How does that sound?

Maka : There is one reason that I see countless lights from across the cosmos, waiting for them to guide me for our galaxy's protection. I showed my Spirit what being a hero is all about. And that's why I wanted to continue to save a Galaxy more then saving the world, and vowed everything to be at my destiny! Forever in my heart and my soul.

"And so, with Real World AU saved from the dark forces of Dark Nebula and S.E.E.D, Maka and her friends have saved her ancestors' legacy from the clutches of true evil, peace for Jupiter has finally began and Maka has finally returned to earth."

"Following this after parting ways, the influence of Shinra Kusakabe that made Maka Albarn protection his legacy no longer does, and decides to be along with her new lover. Now with Real World's safety, Maka's life has decided to change after the misdeeds that she was mistaken after upon her release from Grim. The real threat to Real World AU would be Maka's fierce opponent to be ever faced, the demon queen who mistaken for the crimes against humanity, in pursuit of the conquests. Maka's journey is far from over, except for one thing..."

Maka : (Gapsed) I forgot about the Gorgon Sisters! They're still on the ship! But where could they be?

Makaoto : It's fine, Maka. Forget about them. I'm sure that Medusa thing all in your head has got spooked up.

Maka : Yeah, you're right. I guess the Gorgon Sisters are not much a threat to me, nor society. I wonder how long

"Meanwhile at Boston..."

[Who Got Us Into This Mess - Takahito Eguchi]

(The Gorgon sisters are shown wearing prison garments at a Jail Cell)

Medusa : Hello! Is anyone gonna find us? Anyone? Hello!

Arachne : Let's just face it! They're gonna have to wait for another moment to find us if were able to break out alive!

Shaula : Who cares! As long as we are sisters, we're going to get out of slammers and face the biggest of enemy all! How does that sound for a couple of nimrods! I shouldn't be like this in crud hole.

Prison Guard : Hey, the three of you! Shut up in there, will ya!

Medusa : Like I said. Just forget it.

Shaula : [to Acrachne] So why can't we tell anyone about her face being drawn? You think it's that really funny to get a closeup on her.

Arachne : [To Arachne] Well, if I'm not mistaken, I think it's best for you that I decided to get a makeup on her face and tell her what a weak wimpy snake for having to be the middle sisters of all, and then I will make a nuiscance out of everyone and tell them there we're going to big than her. All she cares was that she's a complete nuiscance for creating those stupid heartless like everyone else!

Medusa : !? WHAT WAS THAT LAST PART ABOUT BEING STUPID!?

Shaula : Gah!

Arachne : Oh my!

*DBZ SFX : PUNCH X2+BOING*

Shaula : Owie!

Arachne : That really smarts!

Medusa : [sighs] This is why I start getting a better role with dealing with this Heartless crap anyway. I wish I could find some vacation while I ditch my sisters in Japan. Well, at least I'm back at the city where we escaped our imprisonment that was inside of a museum!

[iris shot]

Medusa : F**king, Ohkubo!

[Iris out]

~ The Epilogue continues ~

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gwen-tolios · 1 year ago

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I look up when a woman approaches our table. I watch her eyes, wondering if she's staring at the door to the shelter behind me, but no, her gaze darts from the banner hanging off the table to me to my booth partner. Shhhanish hisses a guess in my ears, "Wannabe".

I look to Karen, my booth partner, who shrugs.

"Are you really witches?"

"We are!" Karen smiles, leaning forward to draw attention to a few of our pamphlets. "Not all of us use the term witch of course. We're a diverse community of neo-druids, Wiccan practitioners, and pagans. Are you interested in the religion? We don't have anything planned for the community until the equinox, but I'm happy to walk you through the basics of crystal readings, core tenants, and such."

Shhhanish, hidden by my collared shirt, shifts around my neck. The woman doesn't notice the moving coil, nor Shhhanish sticking her head up to whisper in my ear again. "Anichow says no magic."

Anichow is Karen's familiar, a senior calico cat napping on her lap. Karen's a power witch, like all those that bond with felines. Great at sensing magic, gathering power, and boosting the work of others. Many of their spells involve karma and energies, making her a great booth partner during the local street fairs.

"Not really interested, no," the woman says, "but, well, I figured I'd might as well ask. I work at a hospital, and we always notice full moons are a bit crazier. But they've been really intense the past few months. You didn't like, do a spell or something did you?" She laughs. "Sorry, it's silly. It's just been a topic around the nurses' station for a while and here you are! Figured I'd just ask."

Anichow meows. I can't understand her, the only human who can is Karen, but Shhhanish translates for me. Something along the lines of I knew that spell was worth it.

I tune out Karen's small talk with the woman, looking over my shoulder into the animal shelter. No creatures are pressed at the glass, watching the nurse. She is genuinely magicless, and probably can't even see the building housing almost fifty witches' familiars. No need for me to get involved in the conversation.

When she leaves, Karen turns to me. "Ester, I think we need to look into this."

"Yeah?"

Karen nods. "We cast a spell this morning, just to encourage anyone that needs our help to ask for it today. I figure it'd catch a few teens, and they could ask us questions before they get too deep in something, but..."

"But if it caught that nurse, whatever is sending people to the hospital is something we can help with."

Karen strokes Anichow's back. The cat is old, and can't channel as much magic as she could have a few years ago. "I'll reach out for help, scry for a few things."

"I'll prep the community," I say.

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I force a grin on my face as Dom's wife answers the door. She's still suspicious of me, the random thirty-something woman from the 'end-of-life animal shelter' who hangs out with her husband from time to time. Dom hasn't told her he's a budding field witch, and whatever excuse he's given her for community meetings isn't rock solid. Dom knows it's me from the silence, and comes jogging down the hallway, keys jingling in his hand.

He gives his wife a kiss on her cheek and leads the way to his car.

Dustbin, Dom's gerbil, peaks out from his pocket to chatter with Shhhanish, who curls up in the drink holder. As the animals chat, I go back and forth with Dom. Most of our interactions are within a group setting, so it's nice to hear how he's settling into the witch community.

"I'm surprised you didn't just fly over there," he teases.

I grin at him. As a shed witch, able to shed my form at will and able to transform items, I usually shit into a bird to get around places. It saves me the expense of a car.

"How much did your mentor tell you?"

"Only that it's all hands on deck."

I nod. "Group castings are rare, and we usually don't call in the support of anyone who hasn't been practicing for less than two years. But what Karen found is...very bad. We'll need all the power we can get, and I didn't want to waste energy."

He taps his fingers on the steering wheel. "What are we doing?"

"Building a cage."

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Dom pulls up the long drive to a lake house. It's July, it should be occupied by some rich family, but you don't have to be a power witch to feel the magic rolling off the building. Dom's white-knuckling the steering wheel, but he doesn't turn around for all that the house begs a witch to walk away.

All-hands on deck means anyone who can come within a two-hundred-mile radius. I hang out with a more local crowd on a regular basis, but this greater group tries to get together several times a year. True witches aren't common and we're all willing to travel for understanding. There are twenty who show up. Shed witches like me, field witches like Dom, power witches like Karen. I only see three dogs, so not a lot of bone witches. I'm not surprised, bone witches are at heart healers. I suspect whatever plan Karen and her ilk have created, the bone witches are here to take care of the rest of us.

Karen gathers us together in the front garden and gives us the bare bones.

"Ester and I got a response to a I-can-help-you spell the other week, so I went scrying." Karen holds Anichow in her arms, who doesn't do much more than swing her tail. At twenty-one, she's old for a cat, but probably has a few years left in her life. Karen holds her tightly, and I just know this spell will be rough on all of us.

"There's a static, reoccurring summoning spell in the house. It automatically summons a demon every full noon."

Another power witch, Katrina, continues. "This thing is actively hurting people - the local hospital's ER sees a thirty percent rise in admission every full moon. Near as we can tell, the circle was set up in March." She takes a deep breath, and her black kitten scurries up her jeans to perch on Katrina's shoulder. "It's blood fed."

I hiss, and Shhhanish tightens on my arm.

Dom leans over to me. "Explain?"

"Static circles mean it can be activated without someone there when conditions are right. It's reoccurring, so it was powered to activate several times on a regular basis. I'm guessing as soon as the light of a full moon touches the entire thing, the summons activate."

"And blood fed?"

I hesitate, but he's here because the power witches believe we need everyone. If I don't tell him, someone else will.

"Spells are powered by something. Most are our own energy. Static, reoccurring circles are prefeed. Depending on how it's set up, we can overload the circle, drain the energy, or change the results so the next summoning wipes it out. But if it's powered with blood, enough that this has caused a lot of damage for several months, it's probably not something we can safely diffuse. There is...also a high likelihood that it was a blood sacrifice."

I'm not one to hide the truth, but still I wish Dom could have been introduced to the dark side of magic a different way. Witches don't summon demons. We have our own innate magic. But not everyone does, and the information in the world is often wrong and dangerous. Just like people who draw blood-fed circles.

"Ester-"

I hold up a hand and cut him off. I'm not his witch mentor, he can talk to his field witch crew to get more details on summonings and demons and circles. I've given him what he needs to know for tonight. Now, I want to listen to Karen's plan. She'd already told me a cage, but now she's pouring out details.

"The only chance is to contain it. Let the summons happen, but prevent the demon from enacting any harm. It means extending the number of reoccurrences, but if we grow something strong enough that should be okay."

"We want to grow a fence around the property," Katrina says. "Something that wouldn't be out of place in this neighborhood. Shift the earth into a base, grow grass into a tight weave, and then shift it into iron."

I raise my hand. "Rock salt in the base?"

Karen nods. "If you can. But we'd have to check that yearly for awhile."

"Yearly?" someone hisses. "How much blood did they use?"

Karen and Katrina share a look. "Three, four gallons."

"Shit."

Shhhanish hisses, tightening her coils on my bicep even further and I place a hand over her in comfort. That's more than two bodies' worth.

I'm not the only one comforting their familiar. All the dogs are whining, and more than one power witch has picked up their cat to nuzzle into their fur.

But that's not our job, finding a missing person or three. Our job is to help that nurse. Stop the demon from hurting others. We get to work.

####

There's an engineer in the group, and he sketches a design for the fence. Someone else walks the ground, marking where to erect it. Then, under the light of the new moon, we get to work.

Spaced evenly around the lake house, the field witches work the earth. They move the land so a hill forms, and then long grasses grow from the hill. The steams make a basket weave, for strength, but each rope of three stems rolls into thick vines. Then I get to work with my fellow shed witches. We turn the hill into bricks topped with cement that glitters with rock salt. We turn the grasses into iron and imbue it with some of our own power. Under the right condition, the iron will shed this shape to become another. Behind us all, gathering power from the surrounding area, the power witches build up energy and feed it to the rest of us.

When we're done, I collapse onto the ground, panting. Shhhanish's scales are dull and she's lethargic, as if she'd spent two hours in the fridge. I look to my left, seeing my neighbor flat on his back taking deep breaths of air. His gecko sits on his face, legs splayed.

The bone witches come around. Water in one hand, energy boosts in another. It's not a lot, just enough so my legs don't feel wobbly when I stand. We collect back at the cars.

You couldn't tell that the fence had never been there. It's a seamless part of the landscape and looks almost identical to one down the street. No one in the collection of vacation homes has come to bother us, and I wonder if the power witches had also placed a good luck charm or notice-us-not spell on our target.

Either way, it's done.

"Now what?" Dom asks when we're back in the car.

"A local crew will come back on the full man, make sure it holds. We can go if you want." I look at him, but his eyes are on the road. It's way past dark, so I don't blame him. His wife is 100% going to think we're having an affair.

"And the blood sacrifice?"

I knock my head against the headrest. Shhhanish, wrapped around my neck, grumbles softly. She's almost asleep, and I wish I was home to curl into bed.

"If one of the power witches has an idea of who, they'll share it with the police." I roll my head to look at him. "You know how specialized our magic is, field witch. We can't look into the past and solve a crime. Can't talk to the dead."

"Can a demon?"

He still doesn't look at me. "Don't even think about learning summoning. Demons are evil, Dom. Dark forces who always need more than you think they do. Be happy with the magic you have. Don't supplement it."

Dustbin chitters for a while, what I assume is a similar lecture. I can't see the little gerbil, but he's loud. "Okay, okay," Dom tells his familiar. I close my eyes in peace.

####

Dom drops me off at the shelter twenty minutes later.

"Hey," Dom says before I shut the door. "you have advice on telling your wife you're a witch?"

I shake my head. "I'm a family witch and have no plans to find a partner. Sorry, Dom. But I'm sure someone in the community can help."

"Yeah, but, you told me first. Maybe you can explain it to Heather?"

"I can help explain. After you tell her." I don't want to get more involved in the romantic drama than I have to.

"Okay. Dinner sometime this week?"

"Just tell me when." I shut the door and wave at him as he drives away.

I let myself into the back of the shelter. The dogs are awake, bone witch habits making them eager to check on me even if they can't do a thing. I let them sniff me as Shhhanish hisses softly, giving them a summary of what happened and my condition. All I really need is sleep. And something to make me forget about blood sacrifices. I don't want nightmares.

"Spiked tea," Shhhanish suggests.

I follow her advise, downing it quickly in my eagerness for bed.

Witches don't typically pray, but I did that night.

Please let the gate hold.

Read about Ester meeting Dom.

Text: The iron gates around the estate are kind. When true horror is taking place in the house, they writhe and stretch upwards, until they meet and create a cage.

#gwen writes #familiar shelter #witches #fantasy story #short story #original fiction #demon summonings #writeblr #animal familiars

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mikimagines · 2 years ago

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Can you do more dr x child reader? I really liked the idea of it:) you don't have too If you don't wanna. Have a good day and drink some water.

Danganronpa 2 Cast Meets Child Reader! (Again)

(this is my apology for literally disappearing for 11 months..! + I was bored.) also thank you anon!

yes, this has spoilers for sdr2. + mod mikan finally posts an imagine after 11 months??

What a weird day you were having, first you ended up on this weird island, second you saw all these random kids around these islands, and a talking bear? a talking bunny? very weird / cool.

it’s not that you really cared anyways. other than all these questions that you got from everyone in the class. like, “how did you even get into here?” “what’s your talent?” “what’s with you and sandwiches?” “are you sure that you don’t need any help?” questions that you can answer, other than the “what’s your talent” question. which to answer to all of that is a sandwich slapped to their face and you running off while they wonder what just happened.

( actual answer: you sneaked in to “hope’s peak” for fun + kotoko and you thought it would be fun to see what’s in a “big kids” school for a second. ) also, your just a random elementary student who just loves likes sandwiches for some reason.

for trials, you…slept like it was nap time back when you were in preschool. sure, it would of been more sad if you genuinely knew/or cared. about these people. so let’s say if you did, (found some of them very cool, which lets be real, you probably did.) You would probably be a little bit of a help in the teruteru/byakuya case. but only really on the minor details, and not like. the “dead” body….

there was also that one time where Peko and Mahiru and it got Fuyuhiko hurt “disappeared” like Teruteru and “Byakuya”/ Imposter (basically everyone who had “died”, via Hajime trying to save you from not saying the truth until later. (which never happened because they were luckily alive at the end so he doesn’t have the say the “they ain’t coming back” talk.

for example from what hajime said to you when you asked him where did the ones who are “missing” : “Don’t worry [Name] they probably went out to go search for [People Who Are “Dead/Executed”, they will come back soon.”

“Coming Back Soon?, Missing? but aren’t they..”

“Going to take a while to come back to the island, yeah!”

“you seriously really need to say the truth to the kid…”

anyways, after the whole Peko and Mahiru going out to “search for the two also missing classmates.” you and the others came to see the injured fuyuhiko. he was acting more weirder than usually has been because he got hurt, from something. (the others didn’t explain well.)

Since he was so hurt, from something the others didn’t also explain so well, and he was facing the window, not talking to anyone. everyone decided to give him some rest and leave him alone. well other than you obviously.

you grabbed a plastic bag from your backpack full of random items and tried to give it to unresponsive fuyuhiko you guessed it! a damn sandwich. you don’t know why, but you just put it on the desk next to his bed after giving up to give it to him directly as you thought it was going to go.

and before you left the room, he said… “thanks.”

“…your welcome.”

you guys got along more after this and fuyuhikos apology during breakfast the other day.

he was more like a big brother figure to you from now on. (rip hajime.)

now then! he’s a summary of what happened next because I don’t feel like making this long enough to be an essay.

summary for the rest of chapter 3, 4, 5 of child readers journey through jabberwock island : you almost ended up getting killed by mikan for some reason, luckily you drop-kicked her before she could do anything. when you get into uh whatever that place where gundham and nekomaru (robot ver) disappear too, your backpack full of things like food sandwiches was taken by monokuma for a second…(you found it later.) post after the whole nekomaru being “missing” hajime keeps calling it, makes you wonder for a while. next island,, very explosive. nagito also goes as well for some reason and the chiaki,, eh tbh you really didn’t care at that point. you were said chiaki left. she was very nice and liked your sandwiches as well like fuyuhiko..

ah oh well. it was all just a game anyways!

wait what.

So uh, now your finally inside a school. it looks even more weirder than all of the bear dinosaurs blocking the paths to the other islands..they didn’t like your sandwiches sadly. well maybe because to tried to throw one at them to see if they would catch it like a puppy.

it’s creepy, and there is also a classroom you saw, well uh. trial time!

again, you were in the middle of sleeping. all they were talking about was almost kinda boring.

then you opened your eyes, almost instantly there were some random big girl with a flip phone of her…and random people that look like all of your “classmates” ages.

anyways blah blah blah, everyone feels down, chiaki saves the day for one last time, hope hope hope. 3d definitely not something that reminded you of all of those fashion games you would download on your family members phone goes down by that talking bunny (who you forgot exists.)

and after all the farewells. and goodbyes / see you laters.

you woken up, seeing most of the people who hajime said “disappeared”!!!!

you were happy, although you didn’t know most of them, they finally found each other, “why didn’t you guys come back tho, like hajime said?”

…hajime had a long talk with the others. with a lot of kazuichi’s “told you so” although to be honest, it’s kinda werid for the others as it’s usually hajime being the one saying “told you so.”

oh well.. what a journey…a very weird one.

I apologize for the ooc too + kinda lazy too,, I made this at 11 - 1 am in the night,, I should probably be sleeping too but it’s been a while since I posted + almost a year since the last imagine about nagito and the ghost. (This being due to my danganronpa phase fading away.) (also like my last post said, who knows, I’ll probably make another blog or make this blog into another fandom fanfic spot.)

thank you for reading anyways! :D

mod mikan.

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa imagine #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa x child! reader #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 2 x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 x child reader

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brightymir · 3 years ago

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"𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨"

cw: language, violence, not proofread

genre: angst

characters: katsuki bakugo x gn!reader

author's note: here's katsuki ver for my previous mha work! will do shoto as well when i free up my schedule. hope you guys enjoy this and have a wonderful day!

synopsis: you said you were just going abroad to study, and you'll return someday as a hero, and fight alongside him. you promised that you'll come back as a hero. you promised you'd return. and you don't break promises, right?

izuku m. || katsuki b. || shoto t.

— "katsuki! stop blasting the entire playground! if you don’t, then i’ll leave you here alone!”

katsuki stopped faster than you could blink, turning his head to you so quick you thought he’d get a whiplash.. you smiled triumphantly, using your threads to swing yourself closer to him.

you sat down on the bench and pulled a cherry lollipop from your pocket, handing it to katsuki before tapping the space beside you. he muttered and whined but took the lollipop in the end, not strong enough to resist his favorite flavor. he stomped as he sat down next to you, trying to unwrap his lollipop.

you sat in silence as you watched his furrowed brows and his lips as it pulled to a scowl. little sparks began to appear on his palms due to frustration, making you chuckle as you slowly took it from him, making him huff in annoyance, looking away.

you fumbled and found the end of the plastic wrapper after a few seconds. slowly, untangling the plastic, you decided to break the ice to him.

“katsuki, i’m going to canada to study there. don’t worry though! i’ll come back as soon as i’m done and be a hero, like we always planned” you said and finished unwrapping the lollipop, handing it to him.

you see his wide eyes and slightly ajar mouth. you chuckled and shoved the lollipop to his mouth, snapping him from his trance. he began to bite down hard on the lollipop, looking away from you.

“hmp, no one cares. go away and never come back, i don’t care anyways” he said and stomped, walking away as he began to blow up the playground again.

you maneuvered closer to him anyways and wrapped him in your threads, laughing carelessly.

“i’ll come back, promise! i’ll be a hero and stay by your side!”

— “class 1-a! tell bakugo to not engage with the villains!”

the message sent telepathically was annoying to katsuki’s ears, it pissed him off to the bones, to be ordered to stay still and not do anything. it did not help that half hot, half cold and deku was here, trying to protect him.

things went faster than the blink of an eye and he was dumbfounded to see you in front of him. you look different. much taller, hair is longer than it was. an you no longer had the smile you always wore back then.

your expression was grim and dark as the night, your hollow cheeks and the scowl on your face adding to your threatening aura as you sat on the high branch of the tree.

your eyes no longer sparkled unlike before whenever you played with him.

“mr. compress! right here!” you shouted and let out thick threads, binding shoto and izuku to a nearby tree, which didn’t last long, considering shoto’s quirk. but you successfully bought time, compressing tokoyami.

his mind was in a mess at that time, he was unable to function well and correctly and before he knew it, a hand was around his nape, pulling him into a warp. the last thing he saw was your threads holding off shoto and izuku, rendering them unable to save him.

huh? what?

why were you doing this?

he woke up tied to a chair.

ah. he was bound by your threads as you at across him, staring at him with a burning gaze, wary of each movement, even his breathing. he found it funny that you refused to look at his eyes, when you pestered them when you two were young to always look at yours.

after a few moments, you looked away from him and played with the threads, tightening them even more around his body. he did not know what to feel at that moment, if he should be angry that you broke your promise, sad that you turned out this way, or terrified about what you went through to cross over to the dark side.

you let go of the threads when you were sure that he won’t be able to break free and when you were about to walk out the door, he finally spoke up, voice harsh and rough. it took every fiber of your being to not break down and tell him how much you missed him.

“why? why the fuck are you doing this?”

you stopped in your tracks, hand resting on the knob of the door. you turned to look down on him, studying his features for the nth time this evening. you let go of the knob and walked closer to him.

you knelt down so you were eye level to him, you kept your mouth shut for seconds, just staring at his red eyes and the way they twitched the longer you stared.

you took something out from your pocket and unwrapped the thing with ease. not wasting another moment to shove the lollipop in his mouth.

huh? cherry?

“shut the fuck up and just wait for the others” you said, bringing tears to katsuki’s eyes which he quickly blinked away.

he wasn’t crying because of your harsh words.

but because of your voice. your voice that he only heard in his dreams for the past five years. he missed it. so, though pointless, he’d still make conversation.

“why did you leave me alone? i stopped blowing up the playground that day, so why’d you still leave me on my own?” he said unclearly, the lollipop hindering him from talking straightly.

you were taken aback, not expecting him to remember the little details. yet, you stood your ground, looking away from him and his form.

you made a sound of irritation and tightened the thread around him to the point he felt a burning sensation as the threads made harsh contact with his skin, the friction stinging the area.

“you deserve to be alone, bakugo” you said, voice laced with disgust and irritation, feeling sorry for the pathetic boy across you.

“what a lie. we both know you hate it when you see me alone” he replied with chaste, not wanting to give up this verbal battle between the two of you.

“people change, so does the way i fee- i perceive you” you replied calmly, making him spit out the lollipop and huff, looking away from you.

you looked at him, then the lollipop on the floor, you stepped on it, breaking it into pieces before grabbing his chin, forcing him to look into your eyes.

“this is exactly why i grew tired of you, bakugo. you and your nasty attitude” making him stare at you in pure shock as you walked away.

and all he could do was wait for your return as you shut the door behind you, leaving him alone all over again.

— “villains! turn yourself in, you’re all surrounded!”

but alas, ever so smart and alert you managed to subdue the hero's just with your thread that even all might needed a few seconds to escape your bounds. the others took that small time frame to transport themselves and katsuki to where all for one was.

you refused to relent, still holding katsuki in your threads, keeping a vice grip on every curve and turn of his body. and even in the face of all might, your idol since childhood, you stood your ground and refused to let go of katsuki.

and you knew better.

katsuki knew that along with your threads and needles, came good guts and intuition.

so when his classmates came to rescue him, you knew better and let go of katsuki, not risking to be caught and turned in to the police and questioned, tortured.

but katsuki was not about to lose you again.

so hanging onto kirishima with his right hand, he reached for the thick strand of thread untying from his ankles, yanking it and pulling towards him with all his power.

not gaining momentum, you were pulled in and maneuvered towards the group, toga’s hold on your hand not strong enough to keep you from being taken.

and you were soaring in the sky, katsuki’s arm wrapped around you, securing you in place as he held your hands in place, not giving you a leeway out of this situation.

“you... you’re coming with us, leave that goddamned league, it will not get you anywh-” he was cut off by a stinging sensation on his cheek, watching with wide eyes as you shook off the pain from your hand.

“don’t try to play hero now, bakugo. you’re not meant to be a hero, ever” were the last words he heard before you pushed his body away, making you slip from his grasp.

and he could only watch as your small figure drop down from seventy-five meters in the air. you were not making any move to maneuver nor save yourself.

he began to wonder where things started to go wrong. began to wonder just what kind of trial you went through for the past years that you willingly pushed yourself to your own demise, without giving him a single explanation.

the self blame and guilt was beginning to eat him up alive, he began to question his worth, his existence and his value in your eyes. was this really the only way out?

no. he could’ve done something to bring you back to your old self, to bring you back to the person who light up his life, the one who filled him with hope and colored his monochrome world.

but even though you lit up his world, you also brought darkness the night you dragged him to the league of villains. though you colored his life, you painted it a dark layer of black when you stared at him with condescending eyes.

and he hated it.

hated how he saw your tear-filled eyes as you fell.

hated how he felt your fingers slip through his for the nth time in this life.

hated how he tasted blood on his tongue after you slapped him.

hated how he heard so clearly the way your body collided with the debris below.

hated how your last words were so full of spite and loathing towards him.

and he hated you.

he hated you for leaving him all over again. hated you for making him live with the weight of your words, for making him live with the burden of your life.

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skiyoosmi · 4 years ago

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if fate permits

chapter twenty two: i love you

previous < masterpost > next

note. i am sorry for the veeeery long wait; i finally finished it tonight (after fucking up with it for two whole months) but yeah, my emotions are quite unstable right now so this was affected by it (in short, this is a roller coaster ride so pls be ready)

playlist. stay (acoustic ver.); never let me go (both sung by ghostly kisses)

You absolutely had no idea what you were doing right now. As far as you could remember, you were the playwright, the writer of the script. You never had any interest in acting in plays, musicals, nor acting in general… none at all – so why is it that right now, you were standing right on the side of the stage, waiting for the cue for you to come out, dressed up as someone you weren’t supposed to be, someone you were only supposed to have written for?

You swear, this was the most chaotic crowd you have ever seen your whole life. You only watched, alongside Hajime, as people lined up right by the entrance of the university’s theater, murmuring and gossiping about the play that was less than an hour away from starting, “I gotta say, they look way too excited for a story that they should know like the back of their hands by now. It’s kind of funny,” Hajime chuckled, letting out a quiet ‘yeah’ as he shoved his hands in his pockets, watching you cringe on the girls that were obviously here for your best friend. You swore you heard one of them say they’re going to ask him out after the play and you almost wanted to drag her out of the venue by her hair.

“I would say it would be a waste of a ticket for people who are here just to gush about handsome faces instead of the story itself but then again, it’s us who are benefiting from it anyway.” You huffed and muttered a few more things under your breath, beginning to walk to the direction of the entrance for the crew members which was on the farther side of the theater, Hajime silently following and shaking his head out of amusement for your obvious jealousy. I can’t wait for the time when it’s me you’re being jealous for, he thinks.

You thought the crowd outside was chaotic? Nothing could have prepared you for the view you were welcomed to as soon as you entered the backstage. Literally, almost all of the crew members were running around frantically, pushing the small and large props here and there. Hajime, as if he had his ‘danger’ instincts set on, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to his side just right when a random lad passed by where you were at a while ago, struggling to carry what looked like a heavy log on his shoulder (you figured it would be for one of the scenes that were supposed to be in the forest). You were sure as hell that if you weren’t moved out of the way by your friend, the lad would’ve collided with you and that thing he was holding would’ve fell on you because he was too busy looking back and chatting with his companion who was carrying other props.

Irritated by their carelessness, Hajime clicked his tongue and spoke up, “Oi, you two have to be careful and watch where you’re going. You might just cause an accident with what you’re doing.” The boys replied with an insincere apology, immediately going back to their business. You were soon brought to your senses as well and realized that you were still in his arms. Blushing profusely, you muttered a quiet ‘thanks,’ too flustered to think of a more decent reply. Hajime raised an eyebrow, smirking before leaning his head close to yours again, foreheads touching each other, much like the other day.

“You’re red. Are you feeling sick?” If it was someone he wasn’t close with, it would look like he’s just being concerned but you know better because you can practically hear the teasing behind his voice, so, you punched him right by his shoulders, muttering with a hint of shyness in your tone, “Asshole. Stop trying to tease me, it’s way too much for me. When the fuck did you even get so brave to act like this with me? Jerk.”

He cackled, slinging his arm around your shoulder, and beginning to pull you deeper inside the backstage. You both stood idly by the corner of the backstage, watching the actors get ready. From your position, you could see your blonde best friend, eyes looking lost as they wandered around the area until it stopped right to where you were. You think you held a staring contest for about twenty seconds until your companion spoke up, “You know, I personally think it would be better if you go to him and say your good luck, yeah? Nothing’s going to happen if you just stare at each other all day. I’m willing to share you with him… just for today though. After this, no more.”

A confused expression formed on your face, wondering what he meant, though he just snickered and ruffled your head, “I said… go to him before I change my mind and pull you away from here.”

“I can’t. These days, I’ve been feeling way too many feelings and I don’t know how to control them. I feel like… I might just burst and tell him everything but I don’t want to. I’m not ready yet,” you admitted, fiddling with your fingers as you looked down, only for your head to be raised up again as Hajime held it up using your chin, a tender smile plastered on his face.

“Tell you what… if you lose control and everything goes astray, just look at me and I’ll save you, like a knight-in-shining-armor,” he whispers, patting you on the head before pushing you towards your best friend who was still looking, by the way. You took a deep breath, stopping right in front of him, biting your lip before opening your mouth to say something but Atsumu beat you to it, arms immediately going around your form and pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, “I’m sorry,” He mumbles into your hair, while you nod, reciprocating the gesture, “I… I’ve been such a shitty best friend, huh?”

“Yeah, right,” You huffed, trying to look mad and intimidating but it only came off as cute in Atsumu’s vocabulary, “After this, I’ll treat you to this really good restaurant. We can talk about anything and everything you want to tell me, even if they’re bad, I’ll listen, yeah?” He suggested, his hold on you still not loosening as he looked down on you, “I’d prefer it if only good things come out of your pretty mouth though.”

You rolled your eyes, getting ready to retort as usual but a loud crash and a cry of pain interrupted you. Looking to the source of the sound, your eyes, as well as Atsumu’s widened. You can only watch as Yui, who was on the floor, clutching her ankles, angrily screech at the boy who was bowing his head and apologizing, the large piece of wood you luckily avoided a while ago found its victim and it’s the main actress of the play, “What the fuck! Why weren’t you watching where you’re going?! Look at what you did!”

Your best friend jogged towards her and once again, you were left behind. Love seriously sucks, you thought as you watch him try to shush Yui’s cries. The director, who heard about the situation, ran to where you are, asking what happened. “I think her ankles are injured, Miyu-chan,” you quickly replied, anxiety beginning to arise within you because what was supposed to happen now? You can’t cancel this play; you all have been working for months for this! Besides, the theater must be full of the audience now. As if she was reading your mind, she spoke up, “We can’t cancel this now, but we can’t force her to act as well. She can barely stand up, look. Mina, tell Mari to ask the audience to wait for a little while more, we have to think of a solution.”

By now, Atsumu was supporting her, making their way towards you with Yui limping, “Miyu-san…” “No, Yui. I know what you’re going to say but I won’t let you do that. Go to the infirmary and have your ankles checked. Your well-being is more important than this play,” the director firmly said, much to the brown-haired girl’s dismay.

“But you can’t cancel it! The people who bought the tickets will get mad! I can do this, it barely hurts, Miyu-san!” Yui pleaded, even going as far lifting her injured foot in a pathetic attempt to show that she was fine but it only put her to a worse situation as soon as she winced. Miyu only gave her a look of ‘I told you so.’

“Don’t worry about the play, Yui-chan. YN can replace you in your role.”

“What?!” “WHAT?” You simultaneously yelled out, obviously not expecting the sudden decision to be made, much less one that has something to do with you, “Wait, wait, wait… Miyu-chan, aren’t you being a little rash right now? I’m not a good actress!”

“She’s right!” Yui scoffed, “I’ve been practicing this for so long and you’re going to replace me with someone who never did?!”

“That’s right,” Miyu nodded, crossing her arms, “She knows the script and the lines better than anyone here. And don’t try to fool me, YN, you know you can act.” Her unrelenting eyes told you that she knew everything there was to know; she’s been your friend for more than a year now, after all.

“Oh, well. You won’t change my mind no matter what you say, so just go, Yui. Iwaizumi-kun, sorry for this sudden request but can you take Yui to the infirmary after what we’re going to do?” Hajime blinked but nodded, nonetheless. He feels somewhat sorry for the brunette who was on the verge of tears as she was helped by the crew members into one of the changing rooms to undress her costume.

It’s definitely not the first time in your life but you felt like vomiting the breakfast you had this morning.

You already lost count of how many times you took a deep breath in hopes that your heart will calm down. You listened as Mari neared the end of her welcoming rites and speech for the play, placing your hands on your chest as a final attempt to get tranquility within. The fairytale-like background music began to play and soon, a younger version of your character appeared on the stage; it’s the beginning of your Cinderella play. To be honest, you don’t even know where they got that child actress and how they managed to convince her to join the play but right now, you couldn’t care less because all you’re thinking of right now is how to not mess up your lines and deliver them with the proper emotions.

Your brother, Osamu, Tooru, Makki and Mattsun, who you were sure as hell were in the audience, will never let you hear the end of it if you mess this up. You don’t want to live the rest of your days in Japan being a laughingstock. No way, you refu–

“You’re thinking too much about it. Calm down,” A voice from behind you interrupted, hands beginning to massage your shoulders to get your stiff muscles to relax. Turning around, you were met with the one and only Miya Atsumu in a prince costume. Right there and then, you felt like your heart’s going to burst for a different reason this time.

Goodness heavens, Lord Jesus, thank you for blessing me with this beautiful man and letting me meet him, you thought as you savored the view in front of you, also thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Miya for successfully creating Atsumu and delivering him to the Earth, it must have difficult to produce such fine masterpiece.

“Ya look… beautiful,” the blonde mutters, a hand rubbing his nape and sheepishly grinning, a slight blush adorning his cheeks, “Ya should dress up yourself from time to time, yanno? It really suits you.”

“Gee, thanks for calling me ugly on my normal days,” you scoffed, giggling when he let out a sound of disagreement, “No! That’s not what I meant, idiot!”

“I know.”

Before you can continue your conversation, the signal for you to come out is finally closing in as the “stepsisters” appeared onstage. Rather shakily, you took a step forward, almost tripping on your dress due to your nerves. You were fortunate that Atsumu was attentive enough to grab your wrist, “YN, I told you to calm down.”

You gulped, nodding and taking a deep breath. He smiled upon seeing the determined look on your face and for some reason, his body moved on its own - placing a hand on your cheek with his thumb rubbing it, he approached you and placed his lips on your forehead. Maybe it’s because you were so nervous or maybe it’s because you longed for this moment for almost your whole life. Whatever the reason is, you just find yourself tearing up a little bit as he whispers, “That’s my girl.”

Never in your life had you wished that time can stop this much before. As you stood still in Atsumu’s embrace, you felt your heart being squeezed with so much love yet pain at the same time. How is it that he’s so close yet he’s someone you can’t have?

“I love you, Atsumu,” you tell him, eyes still watery; heart hoping that it reaches him, that he picks up the meaning behind your words. But he doesn’t, as he stops to look at you, he squints his eyes in a joking manner as he speaks, “Hey, why do you look so emotional today?”

Disappointment grows in the depths of your whole being, though you don’t show him that. Because perhaps this was enough, you can try again another day. You’ll try and try until he finally understands. You can do that… you’ve been holding on pretty well the past fifteen years, so you huff instead, ignoring the painful thump of your heart, “Nothing, you jerk! Is it really that weird to hear me say I love you to you, hah?!”

You hear the dialogue of one of the stepsisters, calling out as your cue. You start to trudge forward but before you could fully go, he replies, “I love you too, YN, always remember that although I’m so shitty sometimes.”

Yeah, this is enough for now.

Perhaps, you shouldn’t have been so confident in saying that; you should’ve just been straight to the point because nothing has ever compared to the agony engulfing your insides as Miya Atsumu sat in front of you in a random booth of a restaurant, speaking the words you’ve always dreaded to hear as a Moira and as his very own soulmate, “YN, I think I’m done waiting for my soulmate. Can’t you just cut my thread off please?”

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anotheranimestan · 4 years ago

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Picking Up His Drunk Girlfriend: Iwaizumi

Ft. drunk Oikawa (of course)

Fluff fluff fluff + suggestive language

Time skip

wc: 1.6k

I’m obsessed with this man and his 💪

When you informed Iwaizumi that Oikawa was taking you out clubbing he was visibly upset. Not because you were going out to get drunk without him but because his idiot best friend was going to be there. Oikawa always overdid things when it came to nights out. He was a wild one and you were easy to rile up. A dangerous mix.

Many a nights he’d warn you to take it easy only to have to come save you from numerous club jails or even worse, Oikawa went out cold and Iwa had to carry his ass home.

So it was no surprise when your message lit up his screen.

You were lucky he even saw it considering it was 2am and he was sleeping. But he always had trouble getting a deep sleep when he knew you were out, probably getting into trouble.

You stood outside huddled in the cold. Iwa was always so quick about picking you up. He knew if he took too long you guys might get allured to another location before he could catch you.

You eagerly awaited his arrival. Seeing him was always the perfect end to a fun night. Picturing his cute face was making you all tingly inside.

And there he was. Your sexy ass boyfriend in his sleek black car. You hungrily opened the passenger door and climbed into the seat. But you didn’t stop there. You continued trying to climb onto his lap so you could attack his lips.

But he pushed you away. “Sit down. I’m driving.”

You huff and feel your whole body go tense with irritation. “You could at least pretend to be happy to see me.” You pout sliding down into your seat.

This was not the completely-irresistible-girlfriend romantic moment you were expecting from him when he arrived.

He was irritated with you but only because he was tired. But even in this sleep deprived state he couldn’t let you be upset or kiss deprived.

He leaned over, grabbed your pouty face and smacked a big kiss on you, to put you at ease.

Serotonin immediately flooded your whole body and just like that you were drooling for him again.

“Oya, Iwa-chan, can I get one too?” Oikawa teased from the back seat. He was even bold enough to lean over the center console, making smooching noises in your boyfriend’s ear. It earned him a backhand to the face from Iwa’s giant hand. He dramatically fell into the back seat, half whining half laughing.

Your chauffeur put it into gear and placed his free hand on your thigh, anticipating your longing to snuggle up on his arm.

“Where are we going?” Oikawa chirped.

“Where do you think? Dumbass.”

He huffed. “You don’t need to be mean Iwa-chan!”

“I’m not driving you home. You can sleep on my floor and get yourself home tomorrow...or later today I guess.” Iwa said grimacing at the time on the clock.

“The floor!? You have a couch!”

“How did I get dragged into this anyways.”

“Because you love us.” You mused.

He didn’t reply. Just a look of hopeless acknowledgment flashed over his face. He knew you were exactly right.

You placed a kiss on his arm and nuzzled his hand onto your face. You gave it plenty of kisses as well.

You loved the way his skin felt. Tough and calloused from constant weightlifting but still smooth somehow. He must be using that fancy lotion you bought him recently. You practically swooned at the thought. He was extra dreamy in your current intoxicated state. You were just aching to eat him up. He noticed you intently staring at him the whole car ride with hearts in your eyes. He couldn’t help but smile a little.

When you all arrived at his place he let you snuggle him the entire walk inside. Meanwhile, he locked the car doors before Oikawa even managed to drag himself out.

“Here. And actually drink it.” He instructed, wrapping your fingers around a water bottle. He threw the other one at Oikawa’s head.

“You’re going to regret treating me like this.” Oikawa stuck his tongue out as a blanket was chucked at his face.

“Come on. No more fighting.” You giggled as you pulled your large boyfriend into his bedroom before Oikawa got himself beat up.

It was completely dark except the faintest light from a street lamp peeking through the blinds.

“Mmmm, I’ve been waiting for this allllll night.” The seductive words spilled off your lips like honey.

Iwa quickly found himself sitting on the edge of the bed with you pressed up against him. His hands instinctively took their place on your ass as you zeroed on his neck.

He’d barely had the chance to react before you’d given him several love bites. But you were careful to not leave any marks of course.

He chucked. “Ah, no you don’t.” He tried to pry you off him but you were a fighter. Once he detached your arm from his neck, your leg would come up as reinforcement. After a few moments of this, his rejection hit you and you drained.

You retracted yourself and stepped backwards pouting again. Why didn’t he want you? He obviously didn’t find you sexy.

“Fine.”

Your wilted voice, your pouting stance, it was so cute to him. He secretly loved when you were drunk because you always did something that made him want to squeeze you to death.

“No stop all that. Come back over here.” He said slightly amused.

You tried to run away but he easily caught you and dragged you back to stand between his legs again.

“Baby—” he started.

“No it’s fine Iwa, I get it.” You tried to pull away again. “I’ll go take the other side of the couch with Toru—” A blatant fib.

“Baby...” his voice was deep as he pressed his lips against you so you’d listen. “I’m tired, I know you’re sleepy...right?” You couldn’t deny it. “Mhm yea, look you can barely keep your eyes open. Let’s just go to bed and we can do this tomorrow.” You tried to avoid his charm by not making direct eye contact. But it was no use. His voice alone was winning you over. He squeezed your face with one hand so your lips puckered and pulled you to look at him. His eyes were soft as they soaked in your features. “Sound good?”

You nodded. How could you say no? He was too good at this.

“Good.” A small smile spread across his face. Swoon.

He retrieved one of the makeup wipes from the package you kept in his nightstand (this wasn’t the first time Oikawa got you this wasted) and started rubbing what was left of your makeup off your cheeks.

“Okay you do this,” he handed you the wipe to finish the job, “and let’s go to the sink.”

He walked with you, making sure to keep as much physical contact with you as possible so you didn’t start pouting again.

“Hey friendsss!” Oikawa said half fallen asleep as you two walked through the hall. Iwa just flipped him off and shuffled you quickly into the bathroom before you got distracted.

The sharp contrast in Iwa’s communication styles between you and his friends was alarming. With you he was sweet and only slightly his normal tough guy self. But with others, particularly Oikawa, a brawl could start at any moment. Punching was his love language. And you’d obviously be cheering for your boyfriend in any fight. Those muscles? You were definitely an Iwa fan-girl. The only one he wanted too.

While washing your face and brushing your teeth you made sure he was pressed snug against your back so you could press your ass up against him. If he wasn’t going to give you any action he could at least give you this.

He accepted this compromise with no complaints. Just enjoyed the view and ran his hands up and down your waist and thighs, giving then some gentle possessive squeezes.

Back in his room now, he sat you on his bed.

“I’ll get you a shirt.”

You’d started stripping your clubbing clothes and throwing them around the room at random.

“No!” You grabbed the hem of the shirt he was wearing. “I want this one.” You said with a sneaky little innocent smile.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes but immediately succumbed to your request. You drooled as he unveiled his ridiculous body.

Your hands flew onto him like magnets, petting and kissing every muscle you could reach while he wrestled his shirt on you.

With a sigh, he’d finally wrangled you in. He stretched out under his covers with a yawn. It was 3am now and he was completely exhausted.

“Come here.” He cooed as he tugged you down onto his bare chest, completely engulfing you in his arms.

His warm chest was rock hard but still made the perfect pillow.

“One more kiss before bed?” You asked as politely as possible.

He laid there with his eyes closed for a moment and released a deep exhale.

“You can say no.” You said honestly. You already were in pure bliss.

He looked down at you, his drunk adorable girlfriend. Propping your chin up with his finger he pressed his lips onto your minty ones. He kissed you passionately, like he’d missed you tonight. Like you’d been gone for ages not hours. His tongue even slipped in to twirl with yours for a few moments. He finished the kiss by tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth leaving it red and plump just like he liked it.

“Mm, that’s what I’ve been waiting all night for.”

You smiled and nuzzled into his chest as you both finally drifted off into a deep sleep.

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sansmania · 4 years ago

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its o VER WHY WAS THIS SO LONG?

part 1 | part 2 | art that goes with the fic

Title: Your Man

Ship: Boss [ @bonelyheartsclub ]/ GN Reader

Descrip: take it im drifting out to sea because HES GONNA BE A COWBOY thE END

Willie had taken his time to take in the damage done to the beloved boots, tutting and frowning at the holes and shredded leather.

"Oh yeah, I can fix 'em for ya, but it'll take a few days, Mr. Boss. That lil' dog did a number to these." Boss exhaled through his nasal bone with a silent nod. It seems 'Toby' had also managed to dislodge some of the pins that held the heels in, which would mean the boots needed to be completely stripped and rebuilt from the sole up.

"That is fine, I suppose. They mean a great deal to me, so take the time you need to get them back to perfect condition." He seemed a bit emotional about leaving the boots behind, and you gently assured the skeleton that they were in skilled hands. Leaving his contact information, the two of you turned to leave.

Until a bony hand grabbed your neckline again.

"You said this store specializes in leather and boots, correct?"

"Yes?" You held the word out longer than necessary, red pinpricks looking down at you, then to the fluorescent shoes between you.

"I would like to peruse them, then. It would not hurt for me to have a few more sets, anyway. And I am beyond done with these sneakers. I feel like one of those fictional circus clowns."

You bit your tongue at his presumption, knowing Boss wouldn't listen to a word you had to say on the subject, and accepted your fate in the tobacco and wood lacker scented hell.

After a bit of searching, pausing only to laugh at some of the ridiculous 'southern fact' signs they had decorating a shelf, the pair of you found the boot section of the large store.

"Human, I highly doubt if Texas were real, that it would home ninety percent of the planet's spider population." You couldn't help the snort that came out at Boss' comment as he walked over to the wall of shoes.

His eyelights were transfixed on the detailed stiches in some of the leather boots. His phalanges traced over a pair that had some gaudy gems placed into them- a pair that had studs- red stained leather- black snake skin. He was strangely silent as he looked over each set with wonder.

You didn't think any of them were Boss' style, to be honest. They were about classic as classic cowboy boots get- you could have sworn you even spotted a pair made of alligator skin.

"These." He finally spoke, pulling down one of the only sets that seemed to be ankle high. They were a deep maroon, black stitching along the sides and folds, and a very obvious steel toe embedded inside. There were a few gold embellishments and you felt they were gaudy as all hell.

But, that expression of wonder in Boss' eyes made him look like a child on gyftmas morning.

It was cute.

He was cute.

"I mean, sure, if you're into red, black and gold-" The skeleton flicked his eyes towards you, making your mouth snap shut. He took a seat on a nearby bench, listlessly kicking off the offending accessories to try the new boots on.

Boss became silent once again, taking in the shine of leather as he tilted his feet and legs to get a good look at them.

"There is a mirror over there." You mention, pointing a few feet away, and he stood up to admire the shape of the shoes. And while he did so, you also found yourself admiring him.

Boss was very tall- even without the help of his stiletto heels- and his broad shoulders squared in perfect posture made almost anything he wore look breathtaking. His choice of attire today fit snuggly against his ribcage, tapering down his spine- making Boss look, pun intended, skeleton thin. Tight, but soft, leather pants hugged his narrow hips and bony legs, perfectly shaping his body.

"Hmm. A bit lower than what I am used to, but they are quite fetching on me. What do you think, human?"

He caught you staring, once again, in the mirror- just as your eyes had been slowly trailing down his legs, brain becoming grey mush. You curse quietly, turning your head away with a mutter of agreement.

"Sadly, they do not match the rest of my attire. I should see if they have apparel here to compliment my figure and accessories." He made an amused sound when you cocked your head at the suggestion, cheeks burning with new fervor.

Oh. He knew exactly what he was doing now. Boss wouldn't even play with the idea if any of his family was around, but since it was just the two of you, he was going to continue his sadistic game.

When you had first met Boss, you would have sworn he didn't have a playful bone in his body- the serious tone and way he carried himself made it seem he was all work and no play. But, as you got to know him, his true colors seemed to blossom forth. Yes, he hated puns, that didn't mean he had no sense of humor. His humor was dry and a little cynical- and you had nearly soiled yourself in laughter when he cracked his first joke around you.

He also found Blue and Nox's rivalry amusing, egging them on at times just to get under their skin.

And when then two of you were alone, he was much more relaxed, allowing more of his jovial side to come out. Sometimes it was a welcome blessing and sometimes it was not.

As it was at your expense today, it was one of those times that his sense of humor didn't delight.

"Uh, s-sure. Why not? Let's find you a nice pair of chaps-" Boss' amused smile caught you off guard as he held a hand up to stop you from moving. You had hoped he would allow you to help, maybe in a way save yourself from this horrible fate.

"No, I believe I can handle dressing myself just fine. Though, I will listen to your opinion after I have chosen an outfit." The smirk didn't go away as you made a noise of disdain. The skeleton sauntered off on his own, leaving you to scream internally at being caught red handed and was going to make you suffer for it.

When he turned a corner, you were on your feet- tossing the old converse in your inventory- and did your best to sneak around the store behind the him. Occasionally, Boss would turn his head out of suspicion, causing you to duck behind a shelf, while he thumbed through the racks of clothes.

He was enjoying teasing you like this, smirk still apparent on his face. You were by no means subtle, so Boss knew you were tailing him around, and that only added to his amusement.

You peeked over a row of jackets that were fastened with tassels while Boss sifted through some button up shirts. His foot tapped along to the music with perfect rhythm, though, you were more shocked when his low voice was barely audible.

He was quietly singing along to the tune.

Boss Gothic Serif.

Was singing country.

And he knew you were watching and listening.

The next time he glanced over his shoulder, Boss caught your reddened face as a devious smile curled on his skull. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Human, I have picked out a suitable ensemble. Feel free to wait there for me to change." You didn't hide this time when he spoke up, accepting defeat, stepping out to follow the monster towards the changing rooms.

You knew from the first day of meeting these skeletons that they would be the death of you. You just didn't expect it to be in a dime store cowboy shop in the city.

Flopping down on another bench, you waited for death to finish his wardrobe swap and drag you to the dark depths- knowing now that he was going to be dressed like a cowboy with Shania Twain playing gently to send you off.

The shuffle of cloth behind the barn themed doors caught your attention, the soft click of bones on wood as a lock was lifted and the doors swung open.

Words choked in your mouth as it hung ajar, Boss stepping out of the small room with the most smug look on his face you had ever seen him muster.

His head was tilted down ever so slightly, burning red eyes shaded by the black hat atop his skull. Your eyes dragged down to the crisp maroon and black button up, gold skull bola tie strung in the collar and rested on his nearly bare breastbone.

The shirt was rolled at the sleeves, showing off his battle scarred hands and arms, and the tail tucked neatly into a pair of tight black dyed jeans; adorned and held up by a red leather belt that had a large gold skull buckle to keep it all together. The jeans hugged the skeleton's frame all the way down to the coordinated boots.

Boss leaned against the doorframe, taking in your reaction with sadistic glee; How you couldn't form a single word in appreciation to his wardrobe selection. How your face was red enough to put his shirt to shame. How your eyes lingered over the single undone button at his clavicle.

How your reaction made his soul thrum with pride.

"Comments?" He finally spoke, beyond amused at the way you startled to his rough voice- dropping it an octave or two, successfully getting further reactions out of you. Finally, you managed to swallow the hard, dry lump that formed in your throat, tearing your gaze away to look back to Boss' expecting eyes.

You coughed and looked away

"Yee. Haw?" Was all you could manage as he stepped forward, boots loudly clacking against the hardwood floor. The terrifying skeleton you called a friend, and obviously waxed red towards, stopped mere feet before you, dragging your attention back to him.

"Is that all you have to say? I would appreciate some feedback, maybe I should make another selection if this doesn't suit me-"

"No, don't!" You found your voice as Boss turned heel to find something else to fluster you with. He quirked a brow ridge at your outburst, returning to his previous position, arms crossed as he awaited to hear your real feelings.

"You. You look good, Boss." You did your best to hold your voice steady as his gaze made you shrink into the bench, like you were going to become a permanent fixture in the store.

"Just ‘good’?" Oh, he was going to make you suffer. Breathing hard through your nose, you looked back up at him. Boss already knew how you felt, so this was just torture to feed his ego.

And you may as well feed it.

"Fine." There was a pause as you found the words. “You look amazing. Handsome. Stunning.” You could feel your face and neck darkening with each admission- at this point, had you even been referring to just how he looked now? He seemed to preen at each compliment, all too pleased to drink in your words of praise.

"Then I do believe I will purchase these items. They may be in start contrast to the rest of my wardrobe, but some variety in life never hurts."

It was interesting to watch Boss fannagle with the cashier about buying all the clothes items while he was still in them- but he managed to do it, and in style, if you were honest.

With his boots squared away, clothes tucked into his inventory, and you at his side, Boss literally strutted out of the store- leading you both back to his car.

"Human, you make it so easy to fluster you, you do realize that." Boss' smile from before had not left his features, even as you pulled into the culdesac in which you lived.

"Yeah, I'm aware, Boss." You heaved a final embarrassed sigh as the car came to a stop at your curb. Gathering your belongings, and what little bit of pride you had left, the car door swung open and you turned back to him. "Tease the human that has feelings for you. Ha, ha."

"But, uh." You pause, leaning on the door to look Boss in the eyes.

"Have fun getting into your room before Red or Stretch see you, Cowboy."

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keeroo92 · 3 years ago

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Breaking Point

My SFW contribution to @jackpot-dantezine, where Dante falls apart on the way to confront Urizen.

Word count: 1,909

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The air hung stagnant around him, oppressive and unnaturally warm. Shades of red and brown, grey and a sickening green encroached up the walls. When he called the smell, “hot garbage”, he’d been far too kind. Veins pulsated a stern drumbeat as Dante stepped forward after his two female companions.

“Bet you both I bag the first Queen!” Lady taunted. Trish responded with a cool smirk and a quickened pace, but Dante’s mind was elsewhere.

What if it was Vergil?

Dante had his doubts, despite what the weirdo client told him. What were the chances, right? Vergil’d been gone for years, stuck in hell after their last meeting. Getting back here, let alone in good enough shape to pull off this bullshit, was a longshot.

Still. His brother had a way of popping up and causing trouble.

The first boom of battle ricocheted off the nauseating walls, reminding him where he was and what he still needed to do. He’d better catch up. Thinking about shit wasn’t his style; killing demons was.

Time for a good ol’ fashioned beat down, that’d get him out of this funk.

Dante cracked his neck, hands twitching to grasp the twin handles of his beloved Ebony and Ivory. The staccato thud of his boots mirrored the thudding of his heart, hastening as he got closer to a fight.

He turned a bloody corner just in time to see Trish deal a death blow to a Hell Judecca, its skeletal arms dissolving into ash as she spun to find her next prey. Her signature yellow sparks glowed brightly from her hands, her body dashing across the blood-stained ground to strike a pair of Antenora. Show off.

“That puts me ahead by two, Lady! What, are you taking a nap?” the blonde called.

“Not even close!” Lady replied, firing her bazooka straight down the throat of a Caina.

Dante grinned and picked a target, spinning on his heel as a scythe hunted his flesh. Too easy. He twirled Ebony and shot the ugly bastard in the face behind his back. Why did all demons look like the ass end of a bad burrito, anyway?

Eh, who cared?

His heart lurched. Vergil would. When they were children, Dante’s brother never ran out of questions about the nature of demons. He’d asked everything imaginable, from how they fought to how they multiplied.

Dante tried not to think about that part.

And for every question Vergil asked, their dad had an answer. He’d stop whatever he was doing to explain, smiling proudly all the while. Like Dante wasn’t even there. It used to annoy him, but now the memory only brought bittersweet longing. What he wouldn’t give for them all to be together again…

“Dante, duck!”

Leather snapped as Dante instantly dropped to a crouch. A stream of fire licked his flesh, a Hell Bat above screeching its displeasure at the near miss. Annoying bastard. He never should've let it get so close.

I gotta keep it together, he thought cynically, or the girls will get on my case.

Plus, banter always helped keep his mind from visiting its darker corners.

The man in red summoned a smirk and fired a few rounds, his bullets poking holes in the bulging orange belly overhead. A sound not unlike a whoopee cushion signaled his success. Nice.

“Sayonara, sucker!” he crowed, watching as the bat’s leaking body propelled it into a wall to explode. “Let’s call that one twenty points.”

“No way, lazybones! You don’t get extra for making fart noises,” Lady called with a scowl.

Dante raised his hands in a placating gesture as soot settled to mark the deaths of their foes. He hoped Ver- Urizen sent a few more their way; he needed to warm up before kicking the king’s ass. Maybe he should stretch, just to keep his blood flowing.

Dante sighed and shook his head. He’d never hear the end of it.

It turned out he didn’t need to worry; as the trio progressed, they encountered wave after wave of demons, all vying for fresh blood. Trish and Lady didn’t falter, picking off one after another as Dante did his best to stay on task, but his mind kept drifting back to his brother.

For decades, Dante held only anger at his twin for not being there, for forcing their mother to search for him. To a child, the immature logic made sense. If Vergil hadn’t run off, things would’ve turned out differently. Simple cause and effect.

But time dulled the blade of his rage, and a broader understanding of life took hold. Any number of choices may have changed the outcome of the attack, but obsessing over it wouldn’t change what happened.

None of them had the power to predict the consequences, or to change them. All he could do was keep fighting, and hope that by doing so he spared other families from sharing the fate of his own.

If Dante was being honest, the constant battles tired him. His body didn’t move like it used to, and the first aches of middle age warned him it was time to slow down. He couldn’t chase demons forever, and part of him didn’t want to. It was a lot of work.

It might be time to leave it to someone younger.

Then again, what the fuck else was he going to do all day? The only thing worse than being tired was being bored.

And the thought of retiring while Vergil was still out there somewhere, doing who knew what… it didn’t feel right, as if the balance would shift to the demons and they’d go unchecked. As a descendant of Sparda that gave a shit about humanity, Dante felt a certain responsibility to bear the weight of defending them. It was what his dad would’ve wanted.

What his mother would’ve wanted.

Besides; if he didn’t, then who would? Nero sure as hell wasn’t ready, not yet.

But above all else, if it came to a fight to the death, his brother deserved to go at the hands of his family. Someone who understood what he’d gone through and all that he’d lost. It was Dante’s responsibility, and he damn well wasn’t hiding from it. Not this time.

The thought left a hollow ache in his chest, a bitter sorrow he desperately wished he could ignore. If there was any alternative, any chance of helping his brother instead of ending his life, Dante knew he’d take it. That he had to even consider killing Vergil showed how twisted life could be. It made him want to scream.

“Aw, shit,” Trish said, breaking his rambling thoughts. A quartet of Nobody’s waited in the next clearing, scurrying back and forth like excited cats. Perfect timing - Dante hated these guys.

And he really needed to kill something.

He flew at the demons with a cry of fury, drawing all four to him as he pulled Rebellion out. The girls followed in his wake, but he saw nothing save the nearest mask as his blade struck home. It left a deep crack in the clay, but the prick backed off before he had the time to kill it.

He really hated these guys.

“Lady, finish him!” he cried. The other three were already swarming him. Damnit.

He dodged a stray arm and slashed at another as a blast reached his ears. The grotesque floor shook from the force and Dante roared, unleashing a vicious series of slices at the stumbling Nobody closest to him. It whimpered and tried to back off, but he refused to let it go that easily. Rebellion’s heavy blade sank deep into the creature’s core, splattering hot blood on its fellows and its killer alike. Two down.

Two to go.

There were days he didn’t see the point of it anymore; no matter how many would-be demon kings he took down, there’d always be another, and the peons were even worse. Useless, feral things, their only desire to destroy and kill.

It only added fuel to the fire of his rage. He needed to get closer.

Dante sheathed Rebellion and pulled at the thread of dark energy connecting him to Balrog, summoning the metallic pseudo-armor even as he threw a powerful punch. A rapid kick followed, his feet cracking against the reddish mask of the third nobody. He’d kill it before it fought back.

But a fiery blast on his left hurled him to the side, the last demon cackling as he fell. Years of getting pummeled proved their worth as Dante rolled with the blow, using the momentum to get on his feet a beat later. He grimaced and flipped a finger at the laughing jerk.

“Is that all you got?” he shouted. Who knew if it understood.

It screeched and slammed a limb at him, slashing at his chest. He stepped aside and brought his arms together, crushing the appendage and tugging the beast closer for a solid headbutt. He punched and kicked, again and again. Demon blood splattered his face, each drop like a balm to his wrath. The chaotic battle surrounding him faded away; it was just him and the demon and the sounds of his strikes pulverizing its desecrated body.

“Dante?” Lady called, her voice barely piercing the fog of his anger. He ignored her and punched the Nobody in the face again. “Dante, it’s dead. You can stop hitting it now.”

How many people had this one killed? How many families did its hunger shatter? For all Dante knew, it might be the bastard that killed his mother. He punched it again.

“Dante, come on…” Trish said.

Maybe this was the demon that left nothing but smears of blood on the playground outside. Or the one that tore through a local grocery store, or that small house where he found those god awful husks. Another punch. He didn’t notice his female companions coming to stand beside him.

“Dante, knock it off. We need to keep moving,” Lady said, her palm coming to rest on his shoulder as he pulled back for another punch. Trish mirrored her.

The edges of the creature’s face began dissolving, a fine grey powder all that remained. Dante’s panting breath sent the dust aflutter as he slowly lowered his arm. His jaw ached; had he been gritting his teeth the whole time? Fuck.

Better crack a joke, something to keep it light.

“So, that’s what, four points to me?” Dante said. Both women shot him fierce glares.

“What the fuck, Dante?” Lady began.

He wiped away the blood still clinging to his face and sighed. “It’s nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing,” Trish chimed in. “You good?”

The red-clad man released the tendril of energy connecting him to Balrog, the blood-stained metal vanishing a beat behind. He didn’t know what to say. His rage still flickered within him, an ever present ember waiting for the right moment to flare into an inferno. It might give him an edge; it might consume him.

Talk about a double-edged sword.

It didn’t matter what was happening in his heart or what it did to him. There was a big ass demon tree growing in his city, ugly bastards swarming the place and who knew what else. It was his job to clean up the mess, no matter who made it.

Dante snorted. He was, in essence, a janitor.

He cracked his neck. It was time to clean. “I’m good.”

#fanfic #my writing #dmc #devil may cry #dmc dante #dante sparda #angst #one-shot

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Curing Cullen (Cullen x M!Reader)

Kinktober Day 22: Sex Pollen

Pairing: Bottom Cullen Rutherford (Inquisition ver.) x Top Qunari Male Reader (NOT trans-friendly) Rating: Explicit Words: 1798 Summary: Cullen accidentally gets a dosage of interrogation drugs, of which the only cure is Qunari semen or death. Fucking the inquisitor beats death any day. Note: This mf got such a fuckin glow up and I am so fuckin gay for him why is he straight this is an atrocity. LOOK HOW FUCKIN PRETTY HE IS I AM IN LOVE Tags: Action, canon-typical violence, no beta we die like men, beign liberal with canon, anal fingering, anal sex, creampie, dubious consent (because he is drugged ya know), bit fluffy, riding and did you know bulls have a dick of 30-40 inch? That’s dick the size of a child wtf.

A quick favour, that was all it was supposed to be. The cargo was apparently very precious and no one was told what it was. You never wanted to get involved with the Ben-Hassrath, but with Bull at your side there was little choice, not that you wanted him gone. On the contrary, having another Qunari around was a great help on some days.

Things went south, however, as you got ambushed by an unforeseen force. The human bandits were oddly organised and in an awfully great number. You casted a wall of ice to slow them down, but they came from all sides. You decided to give up the cargo and save both your and Bull’s men. You fade stepped towards Cullen, the commander assisting to tag along since it was a sensitive mission. “Commander, we need to go.” Cullen showed you a displeased look, but he nodded, agreeing with your assessment.

“We can take at least one of the boxes with us. Save some of the cargo,” he insisted, “cover me.” You wanted to protest, but he was already dashing towards the cart. You casted a barrier around him as he left, followed by a lighting chain, stunning the enemies around him. Cullen came running back with a box that sounded like it contained potions. It was a clever choice. You basically lifted him up and ordered your people to retreat as you summoned some mist to cover your paths.

An arrow grazed your leg as you ran. You slipped in your step and you dropped both yourself and Cullen to the ground. There was the sound of wood breaking and glass shattering, before you hit your head on a rock and the scenery went dark.

You shock awake, getting a feeling of deja vu. You recognised your bedroom at Skyhold. You rubbed your forehead, feeling a bandage right below your horns. You climbed out, wobbling down the many, many stairs to the main hall. Your mind was on Cullen. It was known amongst the inner circle that you two had a… thing... Going on. It was complicated, but that didn’t stop you from worrying. Varric saw you emerge from your room and rushed to your side. “Hey, you gave us quite the shock there.”

You forced a chuckle out. “After all I have been through, one fall on the head isn’t going to do me in.” Varric nodded, looking at you with those eyes that looked for more. “Really, I am fine. Where is Cullen? He was with me.” Varric gave you an even worse look and dragged you to Solas’ room. He looked at you as he always did. It was hard to read him, most of the time.

“Good, you’re here. My potion is keeping Cullen alive right now, but he needs you, were he to survive.” At least you could adore his bedside manners. You wanted to ask him more, but he handed you a paper and walked away to have another look at one of the shards you found. The paper was an itinerary of what was in the box you tried to save. With red encircled there was a concoction of concentrated Qunari pheromones, Witherstalk and Felandaris, used in several torture techniques, since the only thing that got it out of your system was rectically administrated Qunari sperm.

“Please, don’t tell me that Cullen got any of this stuff on him.” Solas said nothing.

“Well then I won’t tell you, but he still needs your help,” Varric cut in when Solas remained quiet. It suddenly dawned on you why Cullen would need you specifically. When it came to healing magic, you were not the expert, but when it came to a source of Qunari sperm, the options were you and Bull. The thought of Bull doing it made you cringe and you put the paper back on the table, before running out the door. You runned over the bridge and slammed the door to Cullen’s room open. You heard pained moans at the left, where Cullen laid on a mattress they had dragged from somewhere to here. Probably no one could get him up the ladder to his bed.

You crouched down next to him. You tried to get the hair out of his face, but he moaned at the slightest touch. “There you are,” he mused as he gave you the most undignifying bedroom eyes you had ever seen. “Bull informed me of my… status,” he tried. Clearly Cullen was still Cullen, which was a good sign. Either Solas has done some outstanding magic or Cullen was really muscling through the potion well. “This was not how I expected to have sex with you for the first time, but you should take me up that ladder right now.” He was panting, covered in sweat and he looked even more tiny without his armour.

“You know we don’t need to have sex, right? I could just…”

“I want to. I’ve thought about sex with you so many times, you have no idea.”

You already felt sorry for him when he got his full mind back. He would be so embarrassed, but you couldn’t die of secondhand embarrassment right now. You hoisted him over your shoulder, noticing his cock poking through his breeches as you climbed the ladder. Maybe this was not the most practical interior design choice. You were glad that at least now the roof was fixed and a fireplace installed. You casted a fire there, the room feeling a little warmer immediately. Cullen was rutting against your shoulder, but you didn’t blame him. You placed him on the bed and he pulled you down. You had kissed before. Varric even ran into you two making out. You would probably have made it official then, were it not for Varric’s interruption.

However, this was nothing like anything you’ve done before. Cullen was insistent, a desperate man. His lips moved against yours as if he was trying to eat you. A primal noise left him as he tried to rid you of your clothing as soon as possible. You didn’t know what came over you, but you ripped his shirt in half, throwing it off the bed. With a rough tug, his breeches went off and you had beautiful access to everything that was Cullen. You wanted to take your time with him, but you feared there was no time for that. You conjured a substance to provide lubrication in one hand and raised his legs with the other. You toyed with his hole, coaxing it open.

Cullen mewled as you put his legs over your shoulders and touched his cock. You pleased him with both hands, trying to take the edge off for him. He was like a cat in heat. He was so vocal and you wondered if he was the same when he wasn’t drugged. When you could push three fingers inside, you let your breeches fall to the floor and kicked them off your feet. Your cock stood big and glistening with precum between you. It wasn’t very thick, but the length was easily 20 inch at least. Cullen stared at it with an odd mixture of dread and lust. You cursed yourself for thinking it was hot. “Don’t worry, a shallow injection will be enough. You don’t need to take my full length.”

You moved him closer to the edge of the bed and rested his legs on your waist. The tip of your cock was pressed against his stretched hole. You looked up at him and he gave you an insistent nod. You pushed inside, careful to only go a few inches deep, but he felt so good and hot around you, it was hard to restrain yourself. Your slow fucked him with the tip, breathing heavily as it took all your self-restraint to not just plow into him until he swore he met the Maker. “Inquisitor,” Cullen moaned, really testing your self-control. Using titles in the bedroom was definitely your kink and Cullen played into it like a charm. “Can I…”

You stopped when he didn’t finish. You bent forward, cupping his cheek to get his attention. “What do you want? Just name it, commander.” Cullen caressed your cheek and licked his dry lips. He swallowed the lump in his throat and you watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

“Sit on the bed. I’d… like to be on top.” You licked your lips at the thought. You gently pulled out and sat down, resting against the headboard. Culled straddled you and he was so beautiful. His scarred skin told the stories of many battles. His hands ghosted around your horns. “May I?” You usually didn’t like people touching them, since they were a little more sensitive than those of other Qunari, but with the idea in mind of what was to come, you wanted his hands on them now. You nodded and sighed in pleasure as Cullen leveraged himself on your horns as he lowered his body against the tip of your huge cock.

Cullen hissed as you breached him again. You stared at him as he took you deeper than you thought he would. You groaned as he managed to impale himself halfway your length, before he raised up just a little. Cullen deep-fucked himself on your cock, taking half of it inside and moaning like a song that you never wanted to end. You placed your hands on his hips, helping him at first, but soon enough you lifted and lowered him like a toy on your cock. Cullen’s hands fell down to your shoulders, where his fingers dug into your skin. You growled as lust took over and you were chasing your orgasm with his hole.

Another few thrusts and you held him in place as you spilled your seed inside him. You watched as Cullen let go with one hand and stroked himself. He spilled between your bodies, getting semen on both your torsos. When he was done, you were still pumping him full with the last bits of your load. You slid down the headboard and laid him down on your chest, cock still deep inside him as he rested on top of you, bodies sticking together with his semen.

No words were exchanged as you let your semen do its work counteracting the potion. You stroked his back and hair, basking in the afterglow of an amazing orgasm. “Could we… switch positions next time?” You looked down and chuckled, humming affirmatively. A human topping a Qunari was a funny idea, but with Cullen, you were long happy he considered a next time and when that time would come, you wouldn’t care how it would go, as long as it was with your favourite commander.

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SINoALICE x NieR Replicant - Weapon Stories

A complete compilation of all weapon stories from SINoALICE’s NieR Replicant collab... well, the ones that has lore to do with NieR anyways.

Whatever grammar mistakes/translation errors belongs to Pokelabo, and you will tell there are some. Most are stories are pretty self-explanatory tho.

Grimoire Weiss

We fought for what seemed like ages. To kill those things that took a twisted human form. To protect those precious to me, with my own hands. We were deceived for so long. Deceived by people in a land we've never been, whose faces we've never seen Issuing orders from a safe distance. We must have been in love. And despite the fact I couldn't save you, but I never got to thank you for saving me. These fragments glimmering deep in my depths... they seem to be the vague memories of people... the faded remnants of human wisdom... H-hold on! I’ll have you know my name is not “Booky Wooky!” You may call me "Grimoire Weiss" I am a great compendium of ancient wisdom. Treat me with respect!

Grimoire Noir

My name is the Black Book. Are you the king who will lead the world to salvation? Don't be so surprised, Your Majesty. For me, it is a simple matter to speak human words. I sympathize with your distress, Your Majesty. On this occasion, however, we have no choice but to let them deal with your sister. When sorrow overtakes you, you may come to me and speak of your tribulations. Reading is an admirable pursuit. Your Majesty--for me?? I shall peruse this volume if it comes on your recommendation... What is that? You think it odd for a book to read a book? Noir? I would prefer to dispense with this nickname. My name, Your Majesty, is the Black Book. I am a grand tome of human wisdom... thus, to refer to me by such a curious moniker is, dare I say, inappropriate.

Kaine’s Sword

She was slender, with smooth, white skin. The hint of a dark shadow in her expression highlighted her beautiful features. But something about the sword in her hand didn't seem to fit the picture. Anger, sorrow, hatred. When emotions overwhelmed her, she would swing the sword, so there was never a lack of blood to quench its thirst. The problem was that she couldn't put the sword down. A heart and body in constant conflict. No one in the world could understand her. And loneliness was eating her alive. The long war came to an end, and darkness devoured her. But her heart remained at peace. Because she faced fate in the arms of the one she loved.

Halua Head

File_25_10: Update Soon twins will be arriving. There is nothing at all in the white-walled, prison-like room except for a white bed. If only there were something to do in there... File_25_12: Update I went to look in on them, and the girl was kindly encouraging her anxious younger brother. The two of them had heavy expectations to fulfill. The weight of all humanity's hope bore down upon them. File_26_06: Update The day of the experiment, the girl passed me a letter. To the very end, she wanted someone to watch over her brother. Once I agreed, she quickly ran away. Report: Human Weapon Development Things seem to be progressing as expected with Experimental Subject A (Sister), but her condition has changed drastically. In her present state, she seems to have no sense of self. I am urgently beginning work on Experimental Subject B (Brother).

Devola & Popola’s Staff

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ Dear Popola, Thanks for that soup recipe! My mom loved it! －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ A note received from a child in the village. Does this mean they are developing a sense of self? －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ Dear Popola, Thanks to the medicine you gave me, I'm feeling a lot better, though I can't leave home yet. Just sending a note to say thanks. －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ According to our records, humans wrote their feelings down on pieces of paper, and sent them to others. Where did they learn to do such a thing? －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ Dear Popola, I like you a lot. Will you be my girlfriend? Waiting to hear back. －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ I simply cannot understand the things they have written on these scraps of paper. I feel an unfamiliar feeling, my heart saying “no”… －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ Dear Popola, Sorry I couldn't tell you in person, but I'm coming home late tonight. Go ahead and sleep if you're tired. －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ Ah, Devola. No need to worry about me this way. Tee-hee.

Favorite Pot

Yonah, I learned a special recipe! When you eat it, all your injuries will be gone! Oh! I want everyone to feed it to those they care about!

The ingredients are deer meat, sea turtle eggs, fresh veggies and herbs from the garden, and lastly tons of scorpion claws! Next, fill a pot up with all your ingredients, place the top on, and let it simmer overnight! The white steam rising from it is just so mesmerizing. ...Oh! I think it's ready! Smell for a soft scent when you take the lid off. That means it's done! I can't wait to give it to grandpa.

Transience

"Rule 0: You have the right to disband a rule by vote." I am the king's aide and second-in-command. Until now, all rules have be absolute, however, a "Voting Rite" was held where citizens could vote to change rules. Now, let's see what sort of ballots were made...

"Rule 451: Consuming alcohol is forbidden during the daytime." And stated as the reason is: because I like drinking... Because it's anonymous, all these votes are based off selfish desires. We need to improve the system somehow that reflects public opinion.

"Rule 356: Royal inquiries are limited once per day." And stated as the reason is: because I long to be with the King more...? Could this Fyra's vote...? No. Of course not. She's not the type to be interested in love. Moving on...

"Rule 68: The King's aides are to forever serve at his side" Reason being: Thank you for all your hard work. You deserve a break once in awhile... Could this be from the King himself? I'm honored to have stood by your side all these years. And the citizens of this country are proud of your work. There's no doubt of it.

Note: After rigorous deliberation, "Rule 451: Consuming alcohol is forbidden during the daytime", the most voted for rule, was repealed.

Grimoire Weiss ver.1.224

My name is Grimoire Weiss. I am an ancient tome of profound wisdom. After awakening from my long slumber, I traveled the world with my most beloved friends. She was a woman lacking respect for her elders. She'd continuously talk down to me, calling me nothing but paper and even set me aflame. However... Her rash words were also the driving force that moved us all. He was a compassionate and gentle boy who loved his friends. His manor of dress was odd, but his kind words warmed everyone's hearts. This I know to be true. I wonder if he, too had felt any relief from his sins. He was a cheeky guy, but not one you could just leave behind. We've been through a number of rough times together. I'd tell ya about it, but... I'm running out of time. If... If only I had an arm... Then I could have...hugged...him...

Grimoire Rubrum

It's the silk of fate. Knowing you, I shall begin living a life of truth. It's the forbidden fruit. Protecting you, I shall sink into wisdom's abyss. Those are the flames of anxiety. Thinking of you, I shall endure eternity's darkness. That is a reunion of bitter tears. Who are they? Why is it not me who's besides you?

Kaine’s Dual Blades ver.1.224

I craved it. Blind violence and blood-thirsty carnage. And I found it. I finally found it. A vessel stained with anger and hatred, seeking vengeance for the murder of her parents. I possessed that woman and gave her "power." That power turned the woman into a beast. One swing of her blade was enough to cut through stone and her grazes healed in an instant. She began downing every foe before her in the name of vengeance. I was delighted to witness the fruition of my desires. The woman's destruction didn't end there. After having her revenge, she continued to exert her "power" for the sake of her friends. Along her journey, her anger and hatred showed signs of waning, however, I gave it no thought. All I desired was to continue bathing in her bloodshed. Because her body has reached its limit, her power has lost control. Still, in the midst of the clashing of blades, I could feel her desire to protect her friends. Yes, this is the violence and carnage I crave. But why is it deplorable and empty?

Devola & Popola’s Spear

Upon hearing an old lady from the village caught a cold, I immediately collected my medicinal herbs with some boiled water, and rushed out from the library. I nursed her and remained by her side until her symptoms calmed down. She was extremely grateful for it.

I read a picture book to a group of children from the village. It was of an old tale about a brave, courageous man who triumphs over evil. I watched their expressions alternated between joy to sorrow to the story's pacing. I'm glad they enjoyed it.

Devola and I performed a song for the people at the village tavern. In addition to the regulars who drank there, elders and children were part of the audience. At the end of our song, the entire crowd smiled and cheered.

Every day Devola and I have been staying late at the library thinking of a plan to make life easier for the villagers. They're indispensable "vessels" for the project, so we need to do what we can for them.

Letter to the Postman

I was in a dimly lit cabin when I met a kind man. He taught me how to write a letter. What should I write on a blank piece of paper...? ―――――――――――――――――――――――――――― ――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

Apparently, a letter should start off with the name of the person you want to give it to. Of course, I'd want it to be his. I hope he'll be able to read my sloppy handwriting... ―――――――――――――――――――――――――――― 　　Hans ――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

At the end of the letter should be the name of the person who wrote it. Of course, that would be the name he gave me. Is it odd my chest feels warm writing it...? ―――――――――――――――――――――――――――― 　　Hans 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Luiz ――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

And in-between these two names, I'm supposed to write how I feel. And tell him what I want the most. I wonder if he'll be happy to receive this...?

―――――――――――――――――――――――――――― 　　Hans, Thank you　Thank you　Thank you Thank you　Thank you　Thank you　Thank you 　Thank you　Thank you. Luiz ――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

#nier #nier replicant #sinoalice

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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you’re so creepy | part i | jjk ver

Every campus has one. You know - the resident campus creepy girl. This campus has seven. All from in the boys’ POV.

summary: There are two types of people in this world: those who want Jungkook and those who pretend they don’t want Jungkook. Oh, wait. A third type? A vampire??

warnings: non-idol!BTS - university!BTS; 18+ for (very crude) language; alcohol consumption; (borderline) sexual harassment; maknae line nonsense; ends with kiss; Jungkook’s POV

Jeon Jungkook went to parties to hang out with his friends, not necessarily to pick up girls. Inevitably, he always ended up being cornered and having to politely refuse them. It wasn't that he wasn't interested; it was more like the girls that cornered him were... not quite his type. Aggressively suggestive to put it lightly. The type of girl who thought ‘no’ meant playing hard to get, thus giving him a bad boy status that he never asked for.

He really just meant no, not interested.

That's how he ended up on the staircase at this house party, hands up and shaking his head, as two girls tried to butter him up and ask him for his number. It was honestly tiring and he wasn't even listening to what they were saying anymore. One of the girls looked over her shoulder and smacked the other girl, temporarily losing interest.

"She really came."

It was his moment to escape. He was about to bolt, but one of the girls threw themselves against the banister, shouting.

"Hey, this isn't witching hour! Get out!"

There was an audible hush over the party. Curious, he peeked over the banister to see who she was talking to.

It was a young woman. His eyes widened seeing the black mesh shirt and clearly visible black bra underneath. She wore tight black skinny jeans with rips at the knees and black combat boots. A giant silver bat ring on one hand glimmered in the party lights. But that wasn't what identified her. The black, wide-brimmed hat gave it away.

It was the creepy vampire girl.

The hat tipped upwards and her face came into view. A black choker with a gleaming silver pentagram decorated her neck. Her eyes were lined with black and red, jagged and unkempt. Lips painted a blood-red, accented with the silver lip ring on the left side of her lower lip. Upon seeing the girls, her lips curled into a sneer, her white teeth bared. And there it was. The slight point to her canines, the very sight of them making the girls flinch. Word was that she had them done because she was in some kind of vampire cult. Jungkook had seen her walking to class during the day though, so she wasn't actually a vampire.

Hopefully.

"Oh? It's not bitching hour either, but it looks like your dumb asses were invited."

Jungkook burst out laughing, unable to control himself. That seemed to be the cue for the party to continue - the music resumed, the chatter returned, and all was well in the world.

The two girls huffed at him, immediately turning their heels and running down the stairs. Relishing in his freedom, he hurried back to his friends. He hadn't counted on the appearance of creepy girl to clinch his escape but he couldn't deny her good timing.

Seeing Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin chatting next to the drinks, he bounced up to them, throwing a hand over Jimin's shoulder.

"Hey guys, I'm alive!"

Taehyung snickered. "I see you managed to come back in one piece," he drawled in his deep voice, handing him a beer.

"Thanks to creepy girl, I'm safe for about ten minutes."

Jimin chuckled, clinking his cup against his. "You think she's really part of a vampire cult?"

Jungkook took a sip, making a face. The beer tasted as cheap as it cost. "Eh, is there even such a thing?"

"Her choice in outfit is interesting," Taehyung mused, making gestures around his chest.

Jimin turned his head to look around. "I didn't see; I was getting drinks."

Taehyung snickered and nudged Jungkook with his elbow. "So... you going to thank creepy girl for saving you from the sharks?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Not understanding, Jungkook gave him a confused look. "Should I?"

"Of course," Taehyung said briskly, "You have to thank your protector."

"She's not my protector?" It sounded more like a question than a retort.

"Unless you're scared, that is," Jimin chimed in. Jungkook got the impression he was being ganged up on. "Which we understand if you're too scared. She is a girl and all."

"I'm not scared of girls," Jungkook muttered.

"Then it'll be fine. Takes two seconds, yah?" Taehyung smirked.

He clicked his tongue. Taehyung and Jimin were grinning at him. Creepy girl was still creepy. But these two stupid jeering faces were telling him that if he didn't do it, he was going to be relentlessly teased for the rest of the night.

"Hmph, I'll be back."

He stalked off, weaving though the throng of people. Finding someone in all black shouldn't be difficult. He turned back to see Taehyung and Jimin following him eagerly. Bastards. He turned his head back and almost ran into someone.

Uh oh. The same two girls from before.

"Oh, Jungkookie, did you come looking for us?"

The use of the nickname made him cringe. "Er, no, I–"

"Don't be shy, we'll take good care of you–"

Oh please, send help. "Actually, I–"

"Hey, laughing boy. Move."

The hoarse voice startled the three of them and he turned around to see exactly who he was looking for. She raised an eyebrow, red lips half-open in a sneer. She was holding an open beer bottle.

"Looks like you want an infection tonight, laughing boy," she cackled, pushing him aside to open the glass door to the patio. The girls snapped at her in response, but he didn't hear them.

"... Wait!"

He followed her to the wooden railing where she was resting her elbows. Upon seeing him, she tilted her head, looking amused.

"Oof, bad idea, you're not going to get that gaping pussy now," she said, taking a swig of her beer.

He made a disgusted face at her crude words. Now that he was in front of her, it suddenly became awkward. How had Taehyung and Jimin convinced him to do this? His cheeks felt hot, but she looked away from him, staring out to the backyard pool where drunk university students were throwing themselves in.

"I'm not interested in them," he mumbled, more to himself than her.

"I thought Jeon Jungkook loves to get around." She grinned, tapping the glass bottle against the wood railing. "Genius film major, taekwondo prodigy, mega-hot body with a big dick Jeon Jungkook will take anyone home, right?"

He almost choked on air. "What? I'm not like that."

She turned back to him, licking her lip ring. "Heh, your ears are red."

He covered his ears instinctively with his hands and she chuckled, deep and rich. There was an awkward silence.

"It's there something you want or did you come to stare at my tits?"

He looked away immediately even though he had been looking at her face the entire time. "I just... uh..."

"I was just kidding by the way," she interrupted his stuttering. "I don't actually think you're a hot, big-dicked idiot."

"Oh." He wasn't sure if he was offended or relieved.

"Thanks for laughing at my stupid comeback earlier."

He blinked. "Actually, I came to thank you," he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. "Pretty sure you saved me from sexual harassment back there. I actually don't like those types of girls. They keep annoying me."

"Is that so?"

He turned his head to face her and found their faces centimeters from each other. He jumped and she grinned devilishly, her eyes flashing. His heart was racing at their sudden closeness.

"How you going to keep them away?"

"I... I don't know," he replied truthfully.

Her lips parted, the pointed canines gleaming in the low light. Her eyes shifted and he followed her line of sight, seeing the two girls from earlier watching them through the glass door. A chill ran down his spine seeing their predatory faces.

"Hey, laughing boy."

His vision was suddenly covered by a black, wide-brimmed hat. He whipped his face back, her lips a hair’s breath away from his. He could smell the mix of beer and cherry perfume. Her eyes were half-open, orbs in a sea of black and red eyeshadow.

"You think they'll still want you after you kiss a vampire?"

"What?"

His eyes widened as he felt her warm lips on his, contrasting with the cold and unforgiving metal hoop of her lip ring. She tasted like alcohol. A sharp nip on his lower lip made him whimper and she instantly backed up. He opened his eyes at the sudden coldness, not realizing he had closed them. One side of her lips curled upwards into a half-smile.

"Too bad there's no such thing as vampires."

after the kiss.

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