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2aceofspades · 9 months ago
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RAAAAAHH LOOK AT THEM!!! *explodes again*
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In celebration of this duo’s debut in EMD chapter 15
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lizzaneia-elizalde · 1 year ago
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Yandere! Butler x Noble! "Villain/Villainess"! Gn! Reader
Ah. I just reread Beware the Villainess for the nth time so expect our yandere for the day to be heavily inspired by Nine!
Yandere Butler name: Zero (get it? Cuz Nine's name is a number so I made our yandere's name Zero--)
notes (not really TW): slight nsfw, yandere is being used by reader, also, a bit of manipulation and breeding by the yandere (Since there is breeding, womb is present in reader.)
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Zero had no qualms on making other people his priority.
He was made with that in mind, after all. Being a chimera, he was made by his creator to serve them and nothing more.
But, once Zero grew up to have a mind of his own, and having his own opinions, he was effectively kicked out of the lab. He begged and begged for his creator to take him back but to no avail.
"You were made to serve me unconditionally! But you dare question my experiments and the way I created you?! I'm your god! But you defied me, so scram!"
With a heavy heart and a lovely face filled with tears, he ran away.
He roamed the streets and promptly passed out on an alley.
Despite being a chimera, he was still built with human bodily functions. So the hunger, stress, thirst, and tiredness caught up to him.
When passerby's saw him, they turned a blind eye on him. Spitting on his body, rolling their eyes, ignoring them, or the worst of them all, pity him yet did absolutely nothing to help.
Maybe, this was his fate after all.
The punishment for going astray from his original role.
Until one day, a hand appeared in front of his face, offering him a safe place to stay.
It was you.
You were his savior, his grace, his god.
And he will do anything for you.
Anything.
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Sobs can be heard from your room. It was so faint that only the keenest of ears can hear them if they strain it far enough.
You just got fooled by your fiancé, the prince, again. He called you to the palace to meet him, and you, being in love with him still, rushed to the palace with the best outfit you can wear.
But once you entered the sitting room, you saw him once more, making sweet, sweet love to a woman who wasn't you.
Ah, how many times did he do this again? Two? Three? Seven? Who counts anymore.
You were the foolish person who refused to let go of the prince and continued to torment his lover, deeming you the villain/ess in people's eyes for being opposed to "true love."
Is it really true love if it stemmed from adultery?
You always question yourself that. And it seems that even your own family is getting tired of your quick dropping reputation that's plummeting even faster than a meteorite.
You hate him. You hate him so much for making you love him. Your heart squeezes in pain as your short bursts of gasps of frustration filled your lethargic body as you continued to cry out to ease the dull ache in your soul.
You want revenge. You want him to eat shit. But how?
Zero knocked on the door. His hearing, being more advanced than a regular human, heard your sobs. He wanted to comfort you so bad, he wants to hug and kiss you, to make you forget the prince, to make you fall for him. He will not hurt you, so please give him a chance!
But Zero shook his head. "Presumptuous." He thought.
You opened your door, and Zero's heart squeezed also when he saw your tear stained face. He can see it in your eyes that you wanted revenge. You wanted to get back at the prince.
He gulped, nervousness eating him.
This is it. He can be of help to you.
He stepped forward, one, two. Then bent down to kiss your tears away. With a whisper on your ear that left shivers down your spine, his lovely and sultry voice suggested.
"Use me at your disposal, master. I am your one and only loyal servant, and I am willing to be your tool for your revenge."
His face lit up with love and lust as he saw your eyes sparking in curiousity.
"Yes, just use me." He grabbed your hand and pressed it to his warm, red cheeks. "You're my god, after all. I live to serve you."
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"gah... huff... Ah..."
"Master... Hng... There, right... agh, there..."
Soft moans and gasps can be heard from the sitting room as two individuals engaged in what old conservative nobles would say, a sinful act.
"Rougher, master... Don't... Ah~ worry about... Me!"
Zero's voice can be heard, pleading his master, you, to take him more rougher and faster. You being on top of him, pressing down on his tall, lean, and muscular body that sweated with heat and speckled with bodily fluids, he looks so blissful and so euphoric.
You and Zero have been making rounds on the local gossip and tabloids. The noble y/n who's engaged to the prince has found a man? And it's their butler?!
Scandalous!
Outrageous!
But also, exciting!
Everyone loved the gossip. Everyone loved the drama. The prince had a lover, so why can't you?
People looked on the situation with keen and sharp eyes. They want more of this. Some suspected that this is all a ruse by you, the villain/ess of the prince's and his lover's relationship. They think you're faking your relationship with Zero!
But how can it be faked when you declined the prince's invitation to be his partner on the royal ball, and instead went with your hot butler? Some also saw both of you make out in the gardens!
How... SInful!
Yet people can't turn away!
And one of the people that can't turn away is the prince. He wants answers, now!
So he's running to your mansion and will demand answers.
But, what if he's the one to catch his own fiance/e making sweet, sweet love to their lover?
And what if, that lover, somehow manipulated the fiance/e into letting him breed a child in them?
Zero shakily touched your abdomen. It already has a slight bump on it as you continued to bounce on top of him. He grinned. His eyes dark, hazy, and full of obsession as he groaned from the pleasure. Your sounds of euphoric release also urged him to climax also inside of you once more.
"Yes, master." Zero said with a trembling voice, just coming down from his high. "I think, having this child between us will effectively make the prince finally end the engagement between you two."
Sweet, dumb you, only nodded with a shiver as you laid on top of him. You were totally convinced that this was the right choice and plan.
At first, you were apprehensive. After all, pregnancy? Isn't that too much? Also, he's a chimera. That's impossible.
But once you saw him experimenting on himself and applying alchemic practices on his own body to make the plan possible, you knew he would do anything to help you and serve you. So you agreed.
You got swayed that easily.
He smiled sweetly. His lovely and innocent face calmed you down as he kissed your forehead. Faint shouts can be heard from outside the sitting room and both of you readied to face the prince one last time.
Zero smirked under his breath.
After all, you were his god, his lover.
He will do anything to serve you.
He will do anything to have you.
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2aceofspades · 9 months ago
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So, recently I saw that you started drawing leosagi sketches and when I saw the first one you made I was like "OMG. THE STYLE IS AMAZING".
And I saw the last one you made and it melted my heart. The way Usagi was worried about Leo and he only rushes to hug Usagi bc he missed him...
My heart is blessed. Also I hope they appear more often, maybe an idea (there's no problem if u dont want to) that Usagi takes care of leo after a battle.
Ahg, this is getting long so anyways, I love ur drawings and hope you have a great day
Gah-! Thank you so much!! 🥹🥹 Awwwee I'm feeling very very happy that y'all like my silly leosagi sketches hehe ☺️ And yes, they will most likely appear more often 🙌✨ I've been sketching them quite a bit and I think it's fair to say that I caught a bit of brainrot 😅
Also, funnily enough, I actually sketched a lil angsty onesagi moment for ~reasons~, but I was inspired and sketched a lil moment of f!leosagi so here's that~
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I really like the idea of both of them being very attentive whenever either one of them gets hurt. I will be honest and say that I don't know too much about Usagi's character, (but that will change with further research into his character...) but for some reason I imagine he would get really quiet and solemn if Leo got seriously wounded. Like, it would be difficult for him to be by Leo's bedside and watch him recover slowly and all that. I dunno hehe 😅
Anywhizzle!
Thank you again so much!! I hope you're staying safe and well, and have a great day too 🙌🌟✨!
(:
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skazoo · 9 months ago
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slow and blue and endless.
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↳ kim taehyung x f!reader
someone stared at you through the window. you had always felt safe in your own home, shutting out the scary, real world. but a window is just glass, and glass… oh it breaks so, so easily.
length. 1.7k
genre. angst, yandere
warnings/tags. language, obsessive behavior, implied stalking, yandere themes, mind break, emotional manipulation, love bombing(?), mention of mental illnesses, physical violence, kinda gruesome allusion to murder, dark themes overall, minors advised to dni.
networks. none for this.
notes. [THIS IS A REPOST BC TUMBLR TAGS WON'T WORK AND I ALMOST CRIED<;3]
GAH these photos are so 80s serial killer making a creepy videotape that's gonna get edited in a true crime documentary coded...... i know you're seeing my vision, i KNOW it.... anywayyyyyy this is kinda not proofread, and i wrote it while i was supposed to be studying for my exams a while back!! because when am i inspired if not when i shouldn't be?? i hope you like it and i swear something is almost ready for me to publish please wait a little longer (for my engenes and atiny besties)
⚠️ it goes without saying that i in no way condone any obsessive/stalking/creepy/violent behavior and despite this being "x reader" i'm not in any way romanticizing anything i'm writing. also this, as you all know, is fiction and names are merely a narrating mean. ⚠️
i'm desperate for feedback and i love comments with your opinion!
(cross-posted on ao3 only)
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in a way you’ve always loved him. he knows. you don’t even have to say it out loud for him to be happy. 
but sometimes it feels like you take him for granted. sometimes you make him really, really angry and that, he can’t let pass. and it's not for his sake but for yours. always everything for you. he has to make you understand that there are things you can’t do if you want to stay safe from the outside world. safe from him, sometimes.
running away is one of those ugly, wretched things you know well he hates, and he slams you against the wall and drags you back through the front door into the house by your hair, he bashes your head on the kitchen counter, near the fire of the stove he’s been preparing lunch with to make you understand a concept you're apparently too dumb to grasp.
“what the fuck did i tell you about running, uh?” seething with undiluted rage .
“i just wanted to go outside, tae. i swear!”
“i said what the fuck did i tell you about running!? do you understand how much it would hurt me to see you go?!” his voice booms inside the walls of your head, an endless echo that makes bitter tears gather at the back of your eyes and spill over.
your face is burning. tongues of fire lick at your cheeks, a scorching caress that reminds you of taehyung's. his palm always leaves a brand behind, reminding him and yourself that he’s there. 
your hands scramble for his in a miserable attempt to lessen his hold. “i’m sorry, tae! so sorry, please! please!”
his closed fist in your hair pushes your head closer to the heat. “i’ll fucking kill you if i have to, you know that right–” it’s not a question, merely a promise, but you nod anyway, frantically, desperately– “they’ll never stop finding your body, baby. do you understand?” he screams and shakes you with his hands tight in your hair when you only cry in response.
“i said,” leaning in, mouth brushing over your ear. chills go down your back as his voice turns sickeningly mellow as if he’s whispering sweet nothings instead of threats, “do you understand?”
“yes! yes! god, yes i understand! tae, i’m so sorry! it’s all my fault! it’s all my fault!”
your mindless babbles seem to humor him and he moves your head at a safer distance. “and why is that?”
“ ‘twas my fault! i put myself in danger if i run. tae, please! i’m so sorry!” 
and you cry and cry and cry until you have nothing to give. until there’s only emptiness in your head that’s resting on his shoulder. until his shushes really feel reassuring. until he sits you down at the table to eat the lunch he prepared, the one that was so close to killing you. you nibble on it, too weak to really even taste the flavors.
he breaks the empty silence between you with a question. you startle at the sound of his voice and force your heavy eyes to focus on him.
“aren't you curious? about why i chose you?”
“no.”
he scrunches his eyebrows and regards you with a slightly displeased look that has you shrinking back on your chair. 
“but i want to tell you…” he whines.
you don’t say anything about his antics. despite him behaving like a child you’re terrified of what his reaction would be if you actually treated him like one, so you press your lips together and wait. 
“i like people that like me.” and it’s so simple how he says it. obvious, even.
“but why do you think i like you?” quietly, meekly.
he seems to like the question, his boxy smile one full of teeth that in other circumstances you would have found endearing. now it only makes him look like a predator, an animal, drool dribbling down his fangs, jaw ready to snap close around your neck if —and ultimately, when— you say or do the wrong thing. 
“oh, i was so happy, Y/N,” he coos, your name curling in his mouth with ease, as if you’re always been around each other, as if it belongs there, “that when i chose you, you came with me.”
your mouth gapes open at the absurdity of it all. you wonder if he really thinks that you wanted all of this, that you wanted to be taken from your home. you’d ask your old psychology professor if you’d be correct to label him as a narcissist of sorts. a man with too much power, and free time, and loneliness to exhaust all on himself that he had to go around looking for a scapegoat for his secret misery.  
“i didn’t– i didn’t come to you, taehyung. i didn’t have a choice.”
“so you were almost forced to come?”
“no,” it comes out more as a question than an answer and you lower your head in search of a way to rationalize the conversation at hand, “i was completely forced–”
“that’s what you tell yourself,” he retorts before you can even finish your sentence.
“it’s what i know is true,” you spit somewhat offended by his insinuation.  
his smile is a sick thing when you raise your head from the food on your plate —cold and uninviting. the smell alone makes you want to throw up. 
“are you sure?”
your anger leaves space for an unnerving sense of confusion. “what does that– what?”
your frown deepens as you watch him play around with his lunch. you follow his hands pushing back his glasses on his nose. the sick look of complacency that dances on his face seems to speak words that make the hairs at the back of your neck raise in dreadful anticipation. i know something about you that you don’t, his eyes say, and that alone is enough to make you want to scream.
he knows nothing!, you’d be shouting to the usually calm neighborhood, i haven’t told him anything about myself. he can’t know anything! he knows nothing! he knows nothing! you’d holler to the kids walking home from school hand in hand with their mothers who’d be looking at you with contempt, unaware of who lives among them. a wolf in sheep's clothing that could easily make you look like a psychopath. 
you’d do it, you swear to yourself that you’d do it all if it weren’t for the fact that you’ve got the inkling fear that you’ve truly gone mad. the doubt that crawls on your back and makes its way in your ears, slithering then, with much glee into your delusional brain.
how long have you been in this house? his house or the one you bought together once you finished college? did you meet him on a slow rainy day outside a coffee shop or did you catch him staring at you from the window before he broke in and took you from your bed, leaving behind torn sheets and a broken frame with a picture of your friends? does your mind deceive you? are you sane? is he?
it feels like you've had this exact same conversation with him an infinite number of times, always stuck in a loop of unease and sadness that you really can’t explain. loving looks sent your way melt into scary grimaces sometimes and all you can feel is guilt because that’s tae. your tae. the man you chose, the man that chose you.
you realize your vacant eyes are crying when you feel a thumb swipe your cheek with a gentleness that makes your stomach churn in disgust and again a voice tells you that there’s something wrong with you.
“baby, are you alright?”
the way you look at him does nothing to the sick warmth brewing in his stomach. your shiny little doe eyes peeking up at him from under wet lashes, asking for forgiveness that taehyung would never deny you. nose red from the frustration of being lost in your own mind and mouth parted as if to ask him to show you the way, the truth that you seem to have lost.
he stands up and rounds the table to you for you to bury your head in his chest. sobs shake your tired form.
“shh, it’s okay, baby. i swear everything it’s okay. it happens to forget.”
“i’m sorry, tae,” you plead through broken breaths. “i’m so sorry, please.”
he shushes you. lips plant themselves in the crown of your head, a hand rubs at your back soothingly.  
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later, in the late evening, you lie in your bed. a bed. the sheets smell of him and the air you breathe does not feel like the one you're used to, but you’re calm. you think you are. maybe.
soft snores sound from behind you and you attempt to turn your head to make sure it’s him. 
“tae?” you let out a whisper. not one that expects itself to be heard.
“yeah?” voice hoarse from sleep.
“nothing.”
he buries his nose in the hair at the nape of your neck, inhaling the shampoo he bought for you. “what?”
“just wanted to make sure you were still here.”
“i’m always here, baby.”
you hum.
minutes pass slowly, like molasses, as if the hand of the seconds inside the alarm on your nightstand is fighting an invisible force, a wall of rubber that threatens to bounce time back. you think he’s fallen back asleep. breath slowing, chest heaving, lulling you to slumber.
you close your eyes. “tae?”
he doesn’t answer. a car alarm sounds from outside the closed curtains, its prolonged blaring bringing a certain agitation in your otherwise silent night. a breath of summer wind leaves bumps on your skin in its wake. you sigh and his arms tighten around your torso. an unconscious gesture, soft, loving.
“i dream of you–” you let your words sink into the air, into the boiling water you carry around in your lungs that doesn’t let you breathe properly, and you shiver again but not from the chill bite of the wind “–and it’s slow, and blue, and endless.”
behind you, taehyung’s mouth stretches into a smile.
in a way, you’ve always loved him. he’s certain of it now as he was before. and even if you didn’t, he will always make sure to make it a reality, one way or the other. wether you want it or not.
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idyat · 10 months ago
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Phobos x reader
Rude >:(
Requested on Wattpad
Also note that there is already a similar Phobos oneshot on Tumblr out of coincidence, so yeah, just a heads-up
Summary: Director Phobos does not stand for any disrespect towards Nexus Core's god emperor. Unfortunately for him, there seems to be a special case...
Warnings: One mention of torture, violent threats
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Scientists and guards glanced as their Director strided through the halls. He looked angry today, footsteps even louder than usual and fists clenching behind his back. Nobody dared to ask what happened, not only because of his unspoken policy of "don't speak unless spoken to or if it's important" towards the lower ranking employees, but also simply because unlike most politicians he could actually kill them before they even notice.
Besides, even if he didn't, he would still be way too embarassed to admit the source of his frustration.
A civilian.
That's it. That's all there is. Not even anyone working directly for him, just some random citizen that seemed to take pleasure in getting on his nerves.
Whether that be ignoring every speech he gives out or every rule he imposes, and they always found a technicality to go around to avoid punishement. It threatened his public image occasionally, and piereced right through his over-inflated ego everytime.
They outsmarted him in the simplest of things and if that didn't make his blood boil I tell you.
And the worst thing? He couldn't bring himself to punish them for it.
It's not like he didn't want to, on the contrary, he should have sliced their head clean off long ago, but for SOME reason, he couldn't.
"Director?"
Maybe it was them playing with legal loopholes again that made him feel like they were untouchable, maybe they were actually trying to play mind games on HIM out of all people...
"Uhm...Director Sir..."
There was just...something about them, their shitty little smile, the way they talked to him so casually...
"Directooor..."
He hated it. He hated them.
"DIRECTOR PHOBOS!"
"Gah!" Phobos whipped around, snapping out of his thoughts to angrily look at the employee whp just yelled at him.
"Who do you think you are to yell at your lord like that?!"
"This is the fifth time I've tried talking to you Sir! Do you even know where you've been walking this whole time?!"
The dictator looks around him. Huh. In fact he DIDN'T know where he was going, he was on autopilot as he was thinking about that damn grunt.
"...What do you want anyways vermin." He avoided accidentally showing his embarrassement by asking a question.
"We got a delivery at the front door."
"Get someone else to take care of it. I'm busy." Busy walking to nowhere thinking about some random ass person.
"It needs your signature."
Phobos heavily sighed.
"Fine. Now get out of my sight George."
"My name is Ben."
"Whatever. You all look the same."
Ben left as he grumbled something, leaving his boss to start walking himself to the entrance at which deliveries to the Nexus Core were, well, delivered.
On his way there, he thought about how most of his workers truly do look the same. While yes, he was the one to impose the uniform, they could at least make an effort to stylize their hair or whatever. Maybe if the employees took inspiration from HIM, they'd be a little more-
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...Hi-"
"What are you doing here."
Phobos interrupted as he stared at the very same person he's been thinking about the entire day, the same one that has been consistently mocking and disrespecting him for way too long, standing outside the door with a package in hand.
"First of all, it's rude to interrupt pe-"
"Answer me."
They silently stared at him with a 'bitch' expression for a second before answering.
"The usual delivery guy got sick. So I'm taking his job until he feels better. Happy little accident huh?"
He glares at them and their cheeky grin as he brutally grabs the notepad and pen out of their hands and starts signing.
...
...very long signature he has...
..................
"...Is the drawing of you on a throne really ne-"
"Yes."
"Stop interrupting me! It's rude!" Are they really talking to their god emperor as if he was a stupid child? That piece of shit!
"You're rude. Now scra- ahem. Leave at once."
The smile on their face only gets larger.
"Imagine calling someone rude and then telling them to scram. Not like it'll be possible anyway, I have like 3 other people in this building I need to deliver stuff to. So unless you want to play delivery boy to them, I'm going to have to come inside."
Phobos' eye twitches. What kind of plot convenient badly written gacha life coincidence stupidity is this?! He's not humiliating himself like this! He can just go back to his office and use the intercom!
"I'll send a message to them. Who are you looking for?"
"Huh. This is probably the most polite you've been to me so far. I've got a Christoff, a Hoffnar, and a Crackpot."
"Oh...That stupid Crackpot is never going to want to come in here..."
He heavily sighed as he rubbed his eye. They don't know who that Crackpot is, but they sure as hell make their boss sound exhausted.
He stared a little more at the subsitute delivery person, before making a hard decision.
"You're coming with me in my office. Anywhere else would disturb my employees work."
Not sure how just standing around would disturb any work, but they just shrugged and accepted it as they followed Phobos back to the top of the tower.
"...And I've tried to be polite with you before, but you insisted on being a disrespectful little fool. So you only have yourself to blame."
"I know."
They eventually reached the elevator, which was great for the director as there was no one in there to look at the two of them weirdly or to judge him when he slightly drops his fancy talk and posture. Sure, he liked it, but it's way less natural from time to time, especially when all he wants to do is curse the gods he wishes so desperately to be for putting THIS person next to him.
"...Say, why doesn't Crackpot want to go to the delivery and storage room?"
"Fuck if I know. This man never makes sense."
...
"What did they order anyway?"
Might as well make some small talk if they're going to stay at the top of a very tall tower for some time.
"Let me check...Some religious things, christmas lights, a furby, there's also a bunch of Slaughter Time merch and clown themed stuff for one of them."
"I'm not surprised. They're all clowns."
"Woah, you talk about your employees like that?"
"If you had to deal with them all day every day, you would too."
"No I wouldn't."
He turns his head when they say that. How can they know that so well? They can't just expect all their reactions to be oh so pure, when they hadn't spent even a day in the science tower!
And even if they wouldn't talk shit about anyone behind their backs that...that would....well that would be pretty impressive honestly. At least to Phobos.
But before he could say anything, the elevator doors opened to his big private office's floor (because as cool as it was to have an open office watching lower beings work for you, it wasn't the best option for privacy, even less so when you had such a DISRESPECTFUL fellow with you).
Next they go into his office, he calls the top 3 scientists to go to his office, yada yada yada not very interesting stuff, he also took the occasion to sign some paperwork with that criminally long and complicated signature of his.
"...Why didn't you just let me stand in front of the storage room. Does that Crackpot just not want to get close to it in any way?"
He suddenly stopped writing (although with that signature it was closer to drawing really).
He didn't think of that.
He didn't say anything, he just went back to his work, although he seemed a little more tense, and his eye had squinted a bit, to which they quietly chuckled before looking around the room.
It was a very impressive one at that. Large with an entire wall replaced by a red-tinted window offering view to the city, and although it was more empty than the average person would expect it to be, especially for the leader of Nexus Core, there were still a few shelves, tables and frames displaying many medals, fancy paintings of the director displaying just how self-absorbed he was, as well as some trophies, almost all gold for one plastic exception that was for some sort of school theatre club thingy. Huh, cute.
Both Phobos and the subsitute delivery person turned their head when someone knocked on the door. That someone was the main scientist of the project, who was given his package, albeit not without flashing a strange look on the two people in front of him.
And then he left. Leaving them alone in the room once again.
It took a little bit of time, but eventually, the civil started talking to Phobos. And even if the director was quiet and reluctant at first, it was surprising how well things were going after a few minutes. It started off with snarky remarks and passive-aggressive jokes, before eventually turning into more general talk about eachother's interests and how the author doesn't know how to write a good story like what the fuck is this idyat.
And then, a certain Hofnarr came by and picked up his clown objects and Slaughter Time™ merch, also giving his boss a weird look because of the errand boy standing right next to him for some reason, plus the fact the two seemed to have been having a quite pleasant conversation before he arrived, which is absolutely out of character for the dictator.
To be honest, Phobos himself was surprised. Just a few minutes ago, he wanted to chop this person's head off like they were french royalty, but now he was sitting there, willingly listening to their voice and responding as he was working. It wasn't normal, it just wasn't. And yet here he was, genuinely taling pleasure in hearing about whatever anecdotes this random fool had to talk about.
Although they clearly didn't stop with their attempts at teasing him in between people entering and leaving the office, reminding him of just how much they love annoying him.
Then Crackpot comes in.
Except when picking up his package, he didn't stop at a simple questionning glance.
"Hey, Sir, who is that?"
He asked his boss, making him raise his head from his work.
"Take a guess, doctor."
Oh, he seemed in a bad mood. Would usually be more professional. Well, it wasn't complivated to guess who they were, the true question really was...
"But why are they here though?"
The director slightly tightened his grip on his pen, the embarassement and realisation of how stupid this situation was from earlier coming back. He glared at his employee.
However, the intimidation that glare was supposed to inspire didn't seem to get by, as Crackpot seemed to have had another type of reaction instead.
"Oooooooohohohoho...I see...I see..."
He snickered with a voice waaay too cheeky to be having an innocent assumption.
The two people in front of the scientist stared at him with a confused look.
"See what?" Said the delivery person, Phobos just ignored it and leaned back on his work.
"Oh, nothing! Absolutely nothing my friend! Just...I guess I found the answer to my question by myself!"
He was clearly trying to keep himself from laughing.
"Leave."
The sudden and oddly loud order of the director made the two others in the room jump. But you could still hear the smile in the excentric scientist's voice as he left.
"Alright! I'll just leave you two to it now!"
And he closed the door.
"Huh. I like that guy."
Phobos turned his head to that.
"Oh, you do?"
"I just think he's neat."
They then looked back at him, a frin on their face.
"Now, should I leave or do you want to spend more time with me?"
Oh boy. Here was that stupid smile and tone of voice again.
"You shall leave now." He starts to get up as he says that, the tower is a bit complicated for newcomers to travel after all.
"Aw, that's sad. I wanted to talk a little more."
"Well I don't."
"Are you sure? You look like you could use a friend." That question seemed genuine, as their smiled dissapeared whilst asking it.
"I don't need friends. They dissapoint me."
"Are you sure it's just that no one wants to be your friend?"
He suddenly slamed his hand against the desk with a force that could have broken it if it wasn't made of some fancy strong material.
"Listen here, vermin! If you are unable to realise your place in this city, I would be happy to show you where that kind of disrespect you seem to have so much fun showing me could make you end up in!"
He loomed over them, his eye almost seeming to glow in the shadow he casted. And they simply stared.
"If I'm feeling nice, you might even be able to choose. Jail, torture or hell, which one would you prefer being put in when your attitude makes you forget who you're talking to?"
His breathing was heavy as the silence between them grew and grew before he realised what he was doing and calmed himself down and started walking to the exit of the room, signaling for them to do the same.
And they did. Completely ignoring what just happened.
In fact, they almost looked...satisfied.
They knew they were probably one of if not the first person to have made and most importantly seen the Director Phobos himself snap like this.
The walk back was quiet, still littered with strange looks at the duo passing by. Except this time Phobos had no problem with giving anyone who dared stare at him a death glare that immadiately made them cower.
Not much happened aside from that. They eventually reached the delivery entrance, and he thought that would be all. But before the delivery person got on their delivery person scooter, they turned back to him.
"It was nice talking to you, by the way."
Phobos raised his head to look at them.
"...What?"
"I spent a very good time with you."
"...But...I...I litteraly-" His hands were making little movements to match his confused face.
"Oh don't worry about that, that was mostly intentional."
They gave him that stupid cheeky grin again, although this time...he couldn't get too angry at them for some reason.
"Wouldn't have thought I could have fun with you without the teasing."
"So you- ahem. So you admit it."
He had to stop himself for a second to avoid sounding childish.
"I was never denying it. Bye Phobos!"
And without giving the director time to catch on to the fact they just called him by his name, they left. Driving away on the slightly broken road.
He had to get back to his work, but the antire time he did, that interaction...that compliment...it all kept playing in his head over and over again.
He had received compliments before. And an ungodly amount at that. It fed his already oversized ego even more than it already needed. But he knew none of them were real. He was completely aware all the praise he was constantly given was always in the praisers own gain. Either for a promotion, to avoid punishement, any reason really. But it sure as hell wasn't to show their boss their actual appreciation and feelings towards him.
So...to have a random person who not only doesn't even work for him, but actively tries to be disrespectful and annoying to him...be the first one to give a genuine compliment to him after what was probably decades...
If he had to be honest, he had to force himself to keep a straight, unsmiling face of pride while working.
Huh... His chest and stomach are feeling a little funny... Whatever. He never took a sick day, and he wasn't going to take one now. There's still a lot work to do.
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rosainta · 4 months ago
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Spontaneous
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Image from 'Expiration Date' https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLlLQ3LmZWU * * *
Author's Note:
Upon searching for some inspiration when I was feeling down, I found this short piece of writing I made back in July of 2023, a year ago.
It isn't perfect, and it depicts a Scout who is perfectly capable of reading and writing (how uncanonical! Gah! Shame on you, past self). Yet, I feel like the message in it was something I... just needed to hear, especially now, when I feel as if I'm stuck in this creative rut of comparison and demotivation.
This little thing just spoke it perfectly and offered me a bit of happiness that makes me feel that, just maybe, not all is lost. I don't know how or why I wrote it, maybe for the same reasons I feel today, but I am really glad I did, and I wanted to share it with you.
I hope this little vignette helps and speaks to you as it has for me.
Happy reading.
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Scout just needed to start.
He needed to start sometime, otherwise, when would he ever?
He closed his eyes, sighing. His fingers traced the contours of every key with hesitant eagerness, as if he were trying to mentally prepare for a big event. But he knew that this wasn't the case, and he knew that the longer he waited there trying to find the "ultimate source" of inspiration, the longer he would be left in the future doing nothing. He knew that if he let this moment of dutiful obligation to himself pass, he would just procrastinate once more in the future, and he would forever regret not having taken the chance while he still had it. So, here he was. In front of the screen, keyboard beneath his hands, and his eyes weary with sleep deprivation and sheer will.
He suppressed the urge to compare himself to his past work, or to other authors, or to use lazy methods such as paying someone else to do it for him, and just do it. He also suppressed his urges to reread every paragraph and word and just go with the flow, just as he did on the battlefield. No turning back, just live in the moment.
Spontaneous.
Yes, spontaneous. Scout was good at that, he did it practically every day. Making witty jokes with the boys? Spontaneous. Bashing mercenaries' brains out as fast as a speeding bullet? Spontaneous. Confessing to Miss Pauling? Well... that one, not so much.
But God, why was it so hard when it came to writing?
Scout felt helpless against what he was feeling, and he hated it. He hated it with every nerve of his body. But when his nerves felt as if they were going numb, and that his heart was rising out of his throat, the hate he felt was soon overpowered by... whatever this... this thing was. Was it his perfectionism? His inner feelings of inadequacy and self-criticality? His fear of things ending up like they always were in the end whenever he started a writing endeavor such as this: abandoned, left in the dust with all the other unfinished projects. All the other ones that were once filled with sparks of inspiration, then left to die out in the chilling breeze of procrastination, perfection and comparison.
Scout didn't want this one to end up like them.
He couldn't afford to lose something as precious as this. He had made a promise to himself to keep this one, no matter how long or outdated it may become in the future: he knew that he wanted this one to survive. Why? He didn't quite know why. Besides, it was like every other one that he ever had before. It all started off with that high of happiness and creativity, then sloped downwards into a spiral of neglect. But there was something different about this one that wasn't like the rest.
Perhaps it was his own inner improvements that he had made in his personal life that made him tougher than he was before. Maybe it was even just because he had found a character within it that he could personally relate to, at least to the physical and mindset extent.
But he just knew that when he made that promise to himself, he would keep it.
And he would let it burn on until the world was ablaze.
Scout smiled as he saw what he typed down in his conundrum. A way of catharsis or self-soothing, perhaps.
573 words? Not bad for a first shot.
Scout knew that it wasn't as much as he had initially hoped for, but he knew inside that in order to get anywhere, especially if he wanted to keep his ever-sacred promise to himself, he needed to congratulate himself for it.
Be proud of the milestones you hit, no matter how small or insignificant they may seem. And break those high standards you set to yourself; you have nothing to prove to anyone except yourself. And if you can prove to yourself that you are, in fact, capable of writing something, even if it is only half a thousand, it should be a clear sign that not all is hopeless and that it is never too late to achieve these goals you set for yourself.
And that they are not impossible... if you have FAITH.
Scout smiled and shut off the computer. He had a long day ahead on the battlefield, but he knew that he'd be off a little better knowing that he had something to look forward to when the day was done.
Mission complete.
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ticklish-n-stuff · 1 year ago
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Yes, I shall! Sakura, could you pleaaase write something for Ler Dazai! Many please and thank yous!
Ler!Dazai x gn!reader
I wrote this at 4 am bc I got hit with inspiration and lee mood go brr
Still, I hope you likey~
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Dazai x gn!reader (romantic)
Lee: reader
Ler: Dazai
Warnings: Tickles!
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You were currently at your shared apartment with Dazai, found laying on the bed on your stomach while scrolling on your phone and kicking your feet back and forward like a school girl.
Dazai walked into the scene, a smirk forming on his face. In a swift motion, he flopped himself down on top of you. His tall, slender body keeping you trapped.
"Gyah! D-Dazai?! What are you doing...?"
"I could ask you the same! Whatcha got there?~" he wrapped his arms snuggly along your waist, making you feel even more trapped and flustered. Your cheeks grew darker as he nodded over to what you were reading on your phone.
"Uhh... nothing?" you gave off a nervous smile. It didn't take a genius to know you were lying, or in this case, feeling too embarrassed to admit that you were reading tickle fanfiction of all things! Oh and to be caught in the act by your one and only suicidal maniac...
"Aww c'mon, it can't be THAT embarrassing~" he chuckled as he easily snatched your phone away, taking a glance at the screen. You quickly covered your face in pure embarrassment, not knowing how he'd react. After a moment, you heard another chuckle escape his lips, except it sounded more sinister. "Hehe~ Is my sweet belladona too embarrassed to ask me to tickle them?~" even though you couldn't see his face, you could clearly picture the teasy, smug look on it.
"It's not that hard! You just gotta say: "Dazai-kun, please tickle me!~" he snickered at his own dramatization. Then, he leaned down to whisper in a low voice near your ear "Besides... I'm sure you'd prefer the real thing instead of just reading it...~".
Before your brain could even process what just happened, his nimble fingers climbed up your sides, giving it light yet firm squeezes.
"GAH—!" you couldn't control the loud gasp that spilled out of your mouth. The touch causing you to squirm under him, not like you could get away anyways.
"Look at you, so sensitive~ It almost seems like you like it! Oh wait...~" he giggled along with you as his fingers glided all over your back, making you arch and squeal in ticklish glee.
"Nahaha! D-Dazahahai...!" your legs frantically kicked from behind. As much as you hated to admit it, you loved every moment of this. Your face fell on the mattress, trying to muffle all the funny sounds that escaped your lips. Although it just made Dazai want to tease you more.
"Oh? Did I hit a sensitive spot?~" he grinned cheekily as his short nails lightly scratched at your shoulder blades. Going all around them and making sure to go between them too.
"EEK—! PFFT! AHAHAHAHAHA!" you couldn't protest even if you wanted to. All that came out was that gorgeous, uncontrollable laughter as your body involuntarily jerked around underneath your partner.
"You seem to really like it here, I mean just listen to those squeals!~" with that, he dug in slightly harsher to intensify the sensation, chuckling when he got the desired sound he was looking for. He then went back to more light caresses, enjoying your quiet giggles and the way your body twitched with each touch.
"D-Dazai plehehease..." you felt your body go limp. Once he noticed you stopped struggling, he stopped his tickly assault and got off of you. He felt quite proud of his tickling skills when he saw your panting, red face.
"So... did you like that?~".
As you started to calm down, you looked up at him, although you quickly averted your gaze as the embarrassment started hitting once again. Still, you gave a shy nod to his question. He then gently grabbed your hand and looked at you with a more genuine, warm smile. "Hey... if you ever wanna be tickled again, don't be afraid to ask".
The gentleness in his voice managed to calm down your nerves a bit, but of course that didn't last long as he went back to his teasing self. "Besides, you're so adorable when you squirm like that~" he teased, playfully booping your nose.
That surely didn't go as you expected, but it sure was better than what you could've ever hoped for.
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I didnt proofread bc tired. I hope this is okay akdhskdhsjdb
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theamityelf · 8 months ago
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Uh, I remember you have an AU where Makoto became Hope Tutor for Izuru. Can I asked more detail about it?
Gah, this is my first time doing this I don't know how to ask properly
That's totally fine; you're doing great!
Boy, "hope tutor AU" is definitely what I should have tagged this as, lol. Well, let's see.
First thing is, the AU isn't anime-compliant and might not be compliant with most other supplemental materials, since most of my Danganronpa fan works are based mostly on game canon.
In order for Makoto to have been identified as someone suited to the task of making Izuru come across as more personable and inspiring, he must have earned the faculty's notice in that regard. Which means this could cross over with the debate club AU (seeing as that's a good way for them to have seen him flourish in public speaking), but also it's not all that important to go into when exactly he earned their notice.
I'm thinking Makoto just walks into homeroom one morning and his teacher tells him that the headmaster has asked for him in some other room. He goes to that other room, and a couple of guys in suits are like "Makoto Naegi, the Academy has an important task for you. Should any details of this conversation be told to anyone outside this room, you will face consequences far more severe than expulsion."
Makoto is just like "U-Uh, okay. Are you sure you have the right person for whatever this is?"
They say something like, "Believe me, we're as surprised as you are."
Maybe they have Jin Kirigiri come in to cut the tension, like, "Hey, these guys are pretty intimidating, but really we just need you to help out with this great project we're working on."
And Makoto goes, "Oh, sure, I'd love to help."
And they take him down to the labs- not quite to Kamukura's room, but to a secondary room where Kamukura has also been taken. (Maybe Makoto's blindfolded on the way there.)
He's just left in an almost featureless room to sit across a table from Izuru, who's just Kubrick Staring him through his hair.
"Hi, I'm Makoto Naegi," he says nervously.
Eyes like rubies stare him down.
"They, uh...The guys who brought me here didn't really tell me what I was supposed to be doing. Just that I should come and meet you, and that you would take care of the rest. What's your name? I don't think I've seen you around here, but you look like you're around my age. I wasn't expecting that."
The person seated across from him straightens, raising his chin in a way that almost reminds him of Byakuya, but devoid of any of the fire or ice that usually sits behind Byakuya's eyes. And the stranger still doesn't say anything. (Probably. It would be kind of funny if Izuru went, "What else about my appearance didn't you expect?" and just generally probed at Makoto's words to make him flounder.)
Makoto waits for at least a minute before breaking the silence again, "Sorry, if there's something I'm supposed to be saying or doing, I don't know what it is."
Eventually (either right then or after more false starts), Izuru says, "Makoto Naegi, Ultimate Lucky Student from Hope's Peak's 78th class. You're here so that I can learn you."
"Learn me?"
"Yes. The faculty has assessed that, in terms of general likability and ability to sway people, you're the student who has the most to teach me. Unfortunately, I haven't found anything in your disposition worth emulating in the past few minutes." And actually, I am going to cross this over with the debate club AU, just because I like the idea of Izuru having already been shown footage of Makoto's debate wins before they met. "I've seen the footage of you in debate club. Is this how you are normally?"
"Well, yes. Pretty much."
"That explains why everyone looks surprised when they see you in debate club."
Makoto laughs nervously. "Looks like you've learned me already." Am I allowed to leave now?
"Not yet. Your contradictions are...almost interesting."
I like the idea of the scientists and teachers allotting Izuru an hour or so with Makoto pretty much anytime he wants it, because it means that when his (for lack of a better word) "use" for Makoto goes from pragmatic interest to subjective fascination to just enjoyment of being around him, he'll have people going "Are you sure you still need to talk to Naegi?" And he'll still be saying, "Yes. Bring him here."
And I like the idea that he can do this at pretty much any time, so he can pull Makoto out of any class, lunch, whatever. Maybe one day he's looking at the school's security cameras and sees that Makoto is having a good time alone with Sayaka and he sends for him then, just to separate them. And he wonders why he felt the need to do that, and that's when he realizes that he likes Makoto.
And then it's like, Oh, they were right. Even I like him.
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k-looking-glass-house · 1 year ago
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SAM and his familiar~ When you wish upon a star~
Gah I’m still shy to share those concept, but it truly made me wonder why the "star wish" event didn't have alternate outfit~ Except our little Ortho (precious, best gear each time)! Anyway let's follow again our dear Sam in his scholarship journey!! He came from the Disney which is literally related to "the famous Disney star wish"!! It definitely has an important place for him~ Also thank you for all your feedback for Sam!!! I am happy for him!! You little one are so lovely!! Thank you!
They're celebrating the star wish event at the Mystery's S shop, Sam didn't belong to any dorm as his scholarship is similar to student exchange, he resides either at his grandpa's shop or at Ombrorio (just like Yuu and Grimm)~
Being far away from Jubilee port they still celebrate the event like they should in their home fashion way, singing, dancing, grooving and praying for "Evangeline".
Being outcast from others students (as they declared that Sam was cursed and brought misfortune) noone came to ask for his wish.
Sam couldn't care less as "a better wish is to stay a mystery", making his friends on the other side worried about him not having human friends.
Eventually K with Sam's grandpa's help could sew some outfits, get some star wish crystals and decorate the shop backyard to enjoy with everyone. They enjoyed their night and waited for shooting star praying for "puppet becoming true little boy", "lost boys fighting pirates from the second star" and "Evangeline being with her lover"!
The next morning K and Sam were recycling their outfit and jewelry as lucky charm fortune to sell to others students, like a "lucky shot only work once"! Smiling and laughing that human are so naive...
SAM (NRC STUDENT)~ SR Evangéline wish suit
Summon Line: “When you wish upon a star...Makes no difference who you are!” Groooovy!!: Please, please, pleeasseeeeee Evangéline! Yes that's how you ask for a good wish! Home: It was a surprise that grandpa and K could afford such an event in our shop! Well he's Mister S after all, gnee hihi! Home Idle 1: Must be good to share your wish with others. Oh no I am not sad, I've got friends on the other side! Home Idle 2: You noticed too! In a lot of fairy tales they talk about the famous star who shine the brightest! Yes right! Home Idle 3: Star wish crystal work when you put either a random wish or your deepest wish! The more you want it, the shinest it is~ But be careful... I saw some crystal crumble from horrible wish... Home Idle - Login: Hn, hmm hmm, I see, I see, no sorry I was listening to my friends wish! Home Idle - Groovy: My wish? I am not going to tell you! It's supposed to stay a secret! Home Tap 1: I saw Trein-sensei being quiet sad when looking at his wish crystal. Lucious went for some headpatting shortly after... Home Tap 2: That school is weird....they believe it's odd fashion but still wish for LOVE, girlfriend, boyfriend!! Are they delusional! They obviously should use a love charm at our shop gnee hihi! Home Tap 3: I know K since I'm 7, yes it's been 10 years by now! They didn't change...except well that humanoid form...They still have the same wish from back then~ Home Tap 4: The headmaster is truly implicated in this event and tradition,....suspicious we must investigate!! I am sure it will be of good use in the future! Home Tap 5: I wonder if the star listen and look after us... Pffff I am not romantic... Home Tap - Groovy: Everyone should have their wish fullfil! IN STOCK NOWWW! Special lucky charm for a limited edition try your luck!
K. OSWALD JUNIOR 101~ SR Evangéline wish suit
Summon Line: "Anything your heart desires will come to you♫⋆。♪ ₊˚♬ ゚" Groooovy!!: Evangéline!!! Pleashe pleashe pleasheeeee! Home: Yay ah ah ah!! Those crystals are shining bright! Home Idle 1: Well it got the Jubilee port countryside's vibes you know! Home Idle 2: I know all the shong!! let's shing! Home Idle 3: I peeked at Cruella's outfit......for inspiration of courshe! Don't tell him.... Home Idle - Login: Sham has a lot of friends in the shadows!!.... But not so much as humans.....hn *pouting face* Home Idle - Groovy: My wish?? It ish the shame from 10 years ago! Home Tap 1: Cruella ....I mean Mister Crewel took a lot of star wish crystal like about 9!! Sam's grandpa said he is desperate, like the wine auntie! Home Tap 2: Those students...my master is not cursed!! Stupid brat!! Ahh....agrwwggg.....hn nooo nuuuh my voice didn't change at all!! Home Tap 3: You know Sham grow so fast...like a bamboo!!! Poof ! he was so tiny and cute back then! Home Tap 4: I heard shomething from the royal sword academy's headmaster! It's a secret how!!! Buuuut the headmaster ish apparently in loveee with the Blue star fairy!! hihihi!! Crows are very romantic! Home Tap 5: I am sure we all look at the shame star... Well...that's what boook says! Home Tap - Groovy: Hmmmm my outfit is kind of heavy.... I made Sham's one lighter!
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Sam (nrc student) star wish concept with K done by me
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Lol I tried some "Clamp" design jewelry
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triptychgrip · 9 months ago
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I love reading/writing Yuri!!! on Ice stories that center around Viktor's insecurities around his "worthiness" of being w/ Yuuri.
The fandom has (understandably) created tons of content around Yuuri's insecurities, but I find it really compelling to ideate around this "Living Legend" superstar athlete -- who, prior to finding love, built up pretty much his entire life around his career -- and his worry that the love of his life will one day tire of him, especially the closer that Yuuri approaches retirement and no longer needs Viktor to be his coach.
It's the subject of an ongoing post-canon, married Viktuuri story I've been working on, which currently has three chapters out (of five total, but that chapter count could very well increase, lol). You'll see it's part of my larger series, but IMO, you can still enjoy/understand it without reading the other works.
It's a Viktor POV fic, whose premise is that Yuuri (who has now achieved certification to teach group pole dancing classes) one day gets approached by a fellow instructor around teaching one-one-one classes. He mentions this idea to Viktor, but appears underconfident around it, so Viktor volunteers to become his "trial student" in order to help his husband get used to the idea around someone he already knows/is comfortable around.
While the overall story might appear light-hearted (especially b/c this arrangement gives these two ample opportunity to be all flirty and eros with one another), a big theme in the story is Viktor's insecurity around being a beginner/bad at something. It's a concept that he's still not used to, post-retirement: not immediately being an expert at things, and having to accept that he can be bad at something, and still entirely lovable, anyway.
The other element of the story that's been exciting to explore is the idea that Viktor is approaching this arrangement with a somewhat ulterior motive that taps directly into his own insecurities. While, yes, he is ultimately hoping that being Yuuri's student will boost his husband's confidence in his own teaching skills, he also believes that he needs to find more and more ways to "hold" Yuuri's interest, especially given his student's approaching retirement (after the 2022 Beijing Olympics). Once Yuuri retires and no longer needs Viktor as his coach, what could Viktor have to possibly offer him? Maybe if he learns how to pole-dance, his husband will still find him sexy and inspirational and interesting.
It's easy for an outside observer to be like "Viktor, you idiot...Yuuri has been obsessed with you since he was twelve, he's not going to suddenly think you're boring when you're no longer his coach", but that's the thing about insecurities: they're rarely rational, or based in logic. Mine certainly aren't. 
As accomplished and impressive as he is, Viktor still needs reminders that who he is, inherently, is absolutely enough, whether that means he is an expert pole dancer like Yuuri, or a complete novice. A lot of this also taps into my headcanons around Viktor's childhood trauma and strained relationship with his parents, which has given him significant abandonment issues.
Gah, thinking about it really gets me in my feels; I can't wait to finish this WIP up, and hope you all would consider checking it out, now or once it's completed. 
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pinkiepiebones · 11 months ago
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Okay okay... favorite Renfield face/expression in the whole movie?
Aaaaaa I'm not in a place where I can screencap right now so I'll do my best to describe scenes! Yes, scenes. You expect me to only pick one?
-the face he makes in the flashback when his narration says "I actually remember thinking, 'he really, really means it this time.'" Like, the slightest little flicker of a smile, those wide anime eyes, babygirl is in Too Deep!
-And then after the pope (? I don't know non-satanic church costumes) explodes, that face where his wyes kinda roll back and he blinks. That always read to me as coming back up from some Dracula hypnosis. Not that Dracula needed to exert a lot of control, but still. And his eyelids are dark and the redness around his eyes, gah, give the makeup department all the fucking awards right now
-After he crunches into the cockroach at the end of the meeting, with his eyes lit up and that goofy smirk
-"Looks like you're out of knives." *SNIKT* "I was wrong." Just the change from smug to OH FUCK NOT AGAIN
-"Oh, shit!" The bewilderment looking at his fist after he punched Apache Joe's head clean off.
-"Maybe if we were just a little bit more careful..." Something about how exaggerated his expressions are here. Like he's really trying to nail this pitch.
-When he's writhing in agony on the floor as Dracula lectures at him. :3c (I kinda feel bad for liking those faces but also, like. Who's gonna stop me.)
-The weird slack jaw disbelief look when the busload of cheerleaders rolls up
-Sadly cut from the movie but when the nuns thank him after the Mulates fight and he crosses himself and goes "Oh, well thank you, nuns" and immediately makes a cringey face XD
-The goddamned anime eyes sparkling as Rebecca's tenacity in the face of certain death inspires him. Literally 🥹
-Oh man I'm only like 1/3 of the way through the movie so uhhh I'll fast forward to one more: When he arrives in the room where Rebecca has seemingly given over to Dracula. He pulls the fucking anime-est sad face big teary eyes- like fucking, did Hoult mainline Ghibli films just to get his eyes to do that???? (Side note- Hoult can should will must and will be cast in the inevitable next Ghibli movie dub). Also he looks genuinely crushed as he gives a little nod like "yeah part of me knew no happiness would last for me..."
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satancopilotsmytardis · 3 months ago
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Tomura on a leash (but not really) is feeding the brainworms askdhfte— 💖
Kinks: leash, planned consensual nonconsent, rough sex, topping from the bottom (and then from the top lmao).
It's like power exchange except Duster is too dominant to remember he's supposed to be the sub. It could even be a sweet, like they planned a scene where Dabi has him on a leash during foreplay and Attempting To Dom As He Does™, but all the things he said and does are what he wants Tomura to do to him. And Duster knows. So at a point of his choosing, left as a surprise because Dabi's into that, he flips the tables and gives him twice as good as he's gotten, letting him know who's really in charge, teasing him for his attempt at dominance, demonstrating exactly how to play mean.
Rough? Yeah, definitely. He's sucking hickies into his neck and squeezing his hips until he's blushing with bruises. Scratching, biting, slapping, edging, playing rough. There's a sweet little safeword check-in and Dabi coughs up smoke in his rush to howl out green, fucking green, fuck, Duster—
And he keeps the leash on, because I absolutely believe this man can break Dabi on his cock while enjoying his cute attempts to wrestle back some control (it's not going to work, but they both know he likes to fight).
(I've always been too shy to share my kinky ideas even though I'm a grown-ass woman, but aaa, your whole blog is so welcoming and your writing is super inspiring. So I'm actually saying them out loud??? maybe someday ill get off of anon and actually write em down for A03 haha. There's a lot of pairings I love. Been on a Tomura kick lately though! Thanks for being so cool. I also love how respectful and encouraging you are even when it's not a kink you're fond of!? gah I need to bottle that courage and like. store it in my cupboard. alongside the stressballs.)
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |
Dabi roleplaying being in charge of Tomura, even if it's not planned on lasting for the whole scene is not for me, unfortunately! Fortunately, this is your headcanon and idea! And I hope that you can continue to build your confidence and someday feel comfortable enough to share your ideas on AO3 or wherever you want to! I'm so glad that you've felt welcome here and I hope that you continue to grow your store of kinky ideas, as a porn writer I am obligated to say that they are the best ideas to foster.
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omar-rudeberg · 7 months ago
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I literally just commented this on your recent fic, but I had to reiterate how thankful I am that you helped bring Daddy Simon to life and how WELL you write him too?? I love daddy kink, but when I got into the yr fandom I wasn't sure if it was going to work with wilmon. But then I saw your fic (along with goldenwilmon's) and it all just fell into place. I know there's not a ton of "out there" explicit wilmon fics yet (but you've definitely inspired me to start some more), so I just have to thank you for bringing the tender, loving, incredibly hot food 💜💜 and just to say that I love all of your fics so so much
gah i've read this message so many times and it still makes my heart FLUTTER i'm so grateful ?? thank you for taking the time to tell me, it means the entire world to me ??
because look... look. @goldenwilmon and i had this massive shared conniption for the Longest Time as we were both writing and beta'ing those first Daddy Simon fics, wondering if there was even an audience for this here, so receiving a message like this is the BEST present like, there is an audience ?? it's lovely people like you ?? that Get it ?? that understand in the shared vision and creative conundrum that is Daddy Simon ?? get all the way fucked it's so greattttt
hopefully if my inspiration persists there's plenty more where this came from !! and i'm so side eye emoji about whatever you're working on that's "out there" like mmm yes gimme gimme
anyway, my messages are always open if you need to yell about Daddy Simon his desperate baby Wilhelm or anything else filthy and/or feelings-ey
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2aceofspades · 11 months ago
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I wasn't sure to make an ask or anything
Because like I'm super nervous to write to artists I really like and adore and appreciate their work
Take it as a complement ofc.
I was wondering... Do you think about Raph giving the rides on his arms for his brothers? Or even arm? Depends on who's riding on him?
I can't stop just thinking about how everyone would love to just sit on his arms, laying their arms and head on his head and just chilling while Raph is taking a break with one of them.
If somehow you'll see this I'll say it again I really like your work and the recent sticker mania was so wholesome if I wasn't too scared to write about stickers on turtles I would probably send something
But anyways take care of yourself! Remember to drink water and take a proper rest
I actually have a couple drawings of Raph and Leo doing something like this..
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Gah these are old hehe..
So, yes, I do think Raph would do that for his brothers. And I think they'd love it every time. I also see this general idea on tumblr, that the younger bros just climb onto Raph, which is very very sweet.
In my own au, Raph and Leo co-lead the start of the apocalypse, so they spend the most time with each other at first. I don't think Leo would just randomly climb onto Raph or even ask to do that very often, but he would probably seek some kind of unspoken comfort from him from time to time...I think they both would. I have a few sketches of that..
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I'm a fool for them ❤️💙 which is why I draw them interacting the most often..
How I draw them interacting is very much inspired by my older bro and me; the protective older sibling and the somewhat chaotic middle child. I'm not a touchy person though, but we hang out quite a lot and we're very close.
Also thank you so much!! Gah you're too sweet ohmigosh 🥹🥹 I really appreciate all the love 🤗✨!!
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demon-of-the-ancient-world · 9 months ago
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Anyway, it's time for an Athelstan fic rec list:
So Deep the Water by themus This one has got to be up there with my favourite Vikings fics I've read so far. I don't want to spoil it too much (though I know I've mentioned it elsewhere on my blog in a bit more detail) but it centers around Athelstan, Gyda, and Bjorn and it is INTENSE. Talk about everything that could go wrong, going wrong. As I understand it it's also the first part in an unfinished series, so fingers crossed for a part 2 one day!!
Under Cover of Night by Librarina Modern AU time!!! It's funny, its In Character As Fuck, it's sweet, it's sexy, if you're looking for an Athelstan/Ragnar/Lagertha university AU you're in for a treat.
Viking Death Trip by Guede Ok LISTEN this one is, as the tags say, crack treated seriously. Semi-canon-compliant-world-AU. I don't want to give it away too much. it's SO WELL WRITTEN though. And a little bit insane. Yeah. It's a fun one.
Where It's Wild by MoreProfoundSwan Another WIP, and this one really blew me away with how intensely researched it was. The author clearly Knows what they're talking about and it's so so engaging to read.
a season for all things by with_the_monsters This one is unfinished and hasn't been updated since 2013 DX but it's so worth it. Basically my inspiration for that modern skiing AU I'm totally not working on. It's what it sounds like -- Athelstan tries to teach the Lothbrok kids how to ski, and gets absorbed into their slightly unhinged family dynamic. It's adorable.
Dragged into the Undertow by @eriexplosion A VERY angst filled account of Athelstan's journey from England to the north, that I was captivated by at every turn. It made my brain rotate violently inside my skull.
Just One Thing the Martyr Wants to Say by @eriexplosion Gah yes it's you again. More angst (this time with a smidge more of hurt/comfort?), nightmares, Fun Stuff. I go back to this one time and again to sate my need to make Athelstan suffer.
Storm-tossed by @angesradieux I had to include this one because it was one of the first Vikings fics I ever read!! ! More angst and h/c, of course. All their work is fantastic, PLEASE check them out.
And of course I gotta shout out Heorte til Heorte by @procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics and See You Tomorrow by @starrose17, both recent multichapters that rewired my brain chemistry. Former is Athelstan/OC, latter is Athelnar.
Enjoy y'all! I've read plenty of great Athelstan fic out there and I'm sure there's more I haven't read yet, so feel free to add if you like!
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satanicsanity · 1 year ago
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Hi loves! Just wanted to pop in here real quick, to discuss a new boundary for when it comes to my au! Please read if you can, just because I get these comments daily! (literally.. Everyday-)
I'm not upset with anyone, nor angry! Not at all! It's just recently it's been making me a little sad I suppose (this is mostly just a problem on tiktok)
Please please please, try to limit how much you compare my Welcome-home Bakery-au to other medias! I understand it's very similar to things such as Bonnie's bakery, the Sweeny Todd musical, all of that sorta thing... And I get it because it's just as I said, they were main inspirations for my au! So I completely understand where people are putting 2 and 2 together!
However... It does make me a bit sad when others compare my au to said media, or begin calling it [insert said media]-au, or when peeps just... Begin to only see it as something based off of something else, if that makes any sense.
I tried to make my au as unique as possible while still running with the theme that I wanted, I've put a lot of thought into it, and so it just makes me a bit.. Ehh.. Unhappy, when I keep getting comments like..
"This is so much like Bonnie's bakery" "isn't this the plot for the the Sweeny Todd musical?" "so... Bonnie's bakery, basically" "omg this is like the exact same story as [insert thing]"
I understand this may be asking a Handful, but I really.. Don't want my personal au compared to that of other medias! Do they take inspiration from those things?? Yes absolutely! Are the stories similar?? Heck yeah! But this isn't the Bonnie's bakery-au.. Y'know?? (sorry if this all sounds... Insensitive, I'm bad at words)
Also please try not to compare my Character designs to other characters! I'm not angry, not at all! it just sorta... Makes me feel like I didn't put enough thought into the designs, and it makes me a bit insecure about the designs in general! I don't mind getting an occasional comment like "oh, baker looks like pinkie pie!" because I get it, yeah he kinda does!
It's just... Getting consistent, and it's making me feel like my au has just become a whole mixing pot of OTHER medias, which it isn't supposed to be
Again sorry if this sounds insensitive I genuinely don't mean it to be! I understand that the story of my au ISN'T original, and has been used in other medias! I just... Don't really appreciate when people compare them so closely, yes they're similar... But they're not the same thing
Gah, sorry if this is all like... Upsetting to anyone! I don't want to make anyone upset, I just get a bad feeling when people start to compare my au to other stuff! It's not that big a deal, and if peeps continue to do so i.. Probably won't say anything..- haha..-
I love yall, I hope you can understand my reasoning and respect my boundaries! <3 /Gen /pos
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