#halogen crushing

[halogens-vs-shinonomes]

Irons.

[ This blog is run by @calleigator ]

Hello! I am a firefighter. In the fire service, we use various irons—one of which is a modified crowbar called a halogen. I like halogens. They’re fun.

However I also like the Shinonome siblings from Project Sekai. I also like assigning characters from other media to be part of the Shinonome family.

Then the thought came to crush all Shinonome siblings with halogens. So that’s what I will do.

This blog runs on a semi-daily schedule that goes as follows:

Days that end with 2 or 6: Ena will be crushed.

Days that end with 4 or 8: Akito will be crushed.

Days that end with 0: Other Characters are adopted into the Shinonome family and then crushed. These can be from any media.

This runs by rotations and 0 days can be requested!! The crushing began on October 2nd, 2024.

Tags:

#Ena is crushed for Days 2 and 6

#Akito is crushed for Days 4 and 8

#NAME is crushed for Day 0

#Shinonome Adoption also for Day 0

#Halogen Crushing for Shinonome’s being crushed

#Anti-Halogen Crushing for Shinonome’s NOT being crushed

DISCLAIMER: I am a minor and am NOT affiliated with SEGA, Colorful Palette, or anything official related to Project Sekai NOR creators of any media showcased. This was inspired by @i-run-saki-over-with-trucks specifically and all others with a similar theme.

If you need to contact me, I am @calleigator and if you wanna friend me on PJSK my ID is [432929375353335813]

[halogens-vs-shinonomes]

Dear god the damage control that must be done poor everyone about to be collateral damage

Pretend they're looking at a screen with a spiral on itm anyways yes rin is NOT hypnotized it's the major rule in the hypnosis sekai rulebook

[snow-snowball]

Pretty boy (part 2)

characters: Paul Lahote; Seth Clearwater; Sam Uley; Leah Clearwater; Embry Call; Quil Ateara; Jacob Black.

a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. [Y/B/N] — your boyfriend’s name. Requests are open. @chrisxlifeline sorry for the delay!!!

w: 1,8k

warnings: fluff; 18+; curses; mention of alcohol; attempted rape; mention of a fight and bruises; first mewting with Jacob; brother!Jared with Quiñ; chemistry tutor!Y/N with Embry.

Embry Call:

Embry was always the shy type, blushing crimson whenever he received praise or a compliment. You, being one of the school's top students, naturally stepped up to assist classmates grappling with their studies. It was this very act of kindness that sparked a connection between you both – long before he transformed into a wolf. Now, Embry wasn't daft (grades don't define intelligence, after all), but chemistry? That was his Achilles' heel. No matter how hard he tried, it just wouldn't click. To get through to him, you had to find a unique approach tailored to his learning style. You suspected he possessed a creative mind, one that thrived on associations and analogies.

“Alright, Embry, picture Oxygen as... well, a total floozy,” you began, a mischievous glint in your eyes. Embry looked genuinely surprised, probably thinking you were too much of a goody-two-shoes to drop such a line. “It reacts with practically everything except halogens – think of them as her besties she's not into. But then there's Fluorine; Oxygen's gotta react with Fluorine because... imagine Fluorine is a dude with a major crush on Oxygen.” Embry nodded slowly, a flicker of comprehension in his eyes.

“So, Oxygen's a... flirt who gets with everyone but the halogens, but she's got this special thing going on with Fluorine?” he repeated, seeking clarification.

“Exactly! Nailed it!” you affirmed with a grin. “I'm betting that after our study sessions, your test scores will skyrocket!”

And you were right. He aced the exam.

Lately, though, Embry had been skipping school altogether. You weren't exactly best buds, but you'd hoped he considered you a good friend. To you, Embry always seemed like a sweet, well-mannered guy who wouldn't curse in front of teachers, kids, or girls. Sure, you'd overheard him swear sometimes, but only when he was hanging out with his buddies and oblivious to your presence. So, you decided to pay him a visit. After snagging his address from the homeroom teacher, you set off.

His house was modest, nothing special. After knocking, there was no answer. “If he's not home, where could he be?” Suddenly, a growl ripped through the air, emanating from the bushes. Stepping back towards the house and leaning against the door, you scanned the area. A silver-gray wolf emerged, ready to pounce, but another wolf, also gray but with a dark patch on its back, leapt in front of you. With a snarl, your protector chased off the larger wolf. Turning to face you, the wolf froze, its eyes widening in shock. “Embry...?” did you really recognize him? “No way, that's crazy. Embry? A wolf? Haha,” you laughed nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. As you turned your head, the wolf was gone, replaced by your classmate, who appeared to have gotten a new haircut. “Oh... my... god...” were the last words you uttered before everything went black.

You awoke with a start, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across an unfamiliar room. “Where the heck am I?” you muttered, jolting upright in the bed. A wave of recognition washed over you as you inhaled deeply, a familiar scent tickling your senses. You leaned closer to the pillow, inhaling. “It smells like Embry's shampoo...”

“Didn't realize you could recognize me by my shampoo,” a teasing voice drawled.

Embry leaned against the doorframe, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. He was only wearing a pair of low-slung sweats, and you couldn't help but notice the surprising definition of his abs. “My eyes are up here, [Y/N],” he chuckled, pushing himself off the doorframe and sauntering further into his room. “So, what brings you here?”

“You've been MIA from school for ages, and I thought something might have happened to you...” you confessed, nervously twirling a strand of hair around your finger.

“Worried about me?” He raised an eyebrow.

“A little,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing.

Embry sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. He was at a loss of where to even begin. How could he possibly explain to you what he really was? And even more perplexing, how could he have imprinted on you?! He raked his hands through his hair, frustration evident in his eyes.

“Hey, if it's tough for you to talk about, you don't have to tell me anything,” you said softly, rising from the bed and making for the door. “That wolf...it was you, wasn't it?” At your words, Embry simply nodded, his expression unreadable. You pieced things together in your mind, a small smile gracing your lips. “You're pretty.”

“What?” Embry's head snapped up in surprise.

“I'm saying that as a wolf, you're also very beautiful and not scary at all,” you clarified, giving him a small wave. You reached for the doorknob, but he was instantly there, stopping you.

“So, you're not afraid of me?” he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice as he gently grasped your wrist. “Oh, shoot, sorry,” Embry immediately apologized, realizing he might have crossed a line.

“Not in the slightest. You protected me, after all. Thank you,” you said, brushing a quick kiss on his cheek before darting out of his house, your face burning. Embry stood frozen for what felt like an eternity, but when the reality of what had just happened hit him, he bolted into the woods, transformed into his wolf form, and let out a joyous howl.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Paul groaned, hearing the familiar howl. “I should have taken them both out.”

Quil Ateara:

He's your quintessential shy and insecure guy.

He never imagined he'd imprint on his best friend's sister. Especially when she already has a boyfriend. Being around you was pure agony for him because he knew you'd never look at him the way he looks at you.

“Hey, Jared, [Y/B/N] and I are hitting the movies tonight, so don't wait up!” you chirped, kissing your brother on the cheek and playfully ruffling Quil's hair. Jared barely had time to respond before you dashed off.

“I don't like that boyfriend of hers. Shady character,” Jared grumbled, grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Want one, bro?”

“No, thanks. Actually, I think I'm gonna head out,” Quil said, feeling his heart sink.

“Quil, I'm sorry, man...”Jared knew exactly what his friend was going through.

“It's cool, don't sweat it,” Quil replied, before leaving.

Truth be told, you weren't quite sure why you were dating [Y/B/N]. He had no shortage of attention from girls and was a decent student. Out of all the girls, he chose you – a feisty girl who wasn't exactly a fan of school. Were you two opposites attracting? Or… your thoughts were cut short by a kiss. He parked the car on the side of the road and started kissing you. You gently pushed him away, breaking the kiss. “What are you doing? We're going to be late for the movie.”

“Screw the movie,” he said, trying to unbuckle his belt. “I want you, right here, right now.”

“But I don't—”you were silenced by another kiss. You should have listened to Jared. From afar, your brother saw you having troubles with [Y/B/N]. [Y/B/N] was much stronger and heavier than you. It was impossible for you to move him, you didn't have enough power to do so. You felt like your arms would snap from pushing against his chest.

Suddenly, it became easier to push him away. He was yanked out of the car and punched in the jaw. “What the hell do you think you're doing, treating her like that?!” It was Quil. A very angry Quil.

“She's my chick, I'll do what I want!” The fact that this jerk called you "chick" set Quil off like a bomb. No one, and he meant no one, was allowed to call his queen that. He punched your now-ex-boyfriend in the nose, sending them both tumbling down the hill. Screaming in terror, you got out of the car and approached the edge. It was pitch black, you couldn't see anything. “Quil!!! Are you okay?” Silence. Then, a shadow started to approach you. Startled, you took a few steps back, placing yourself under the streetlight that dimly illuminated the road. Standing before you was your friend, covered in bruises. You rushed towards him, hugging him tightly and thanking him for saving you.

“It's okay, [Y/N], it's okay, don't cry.”

“But he messed up your pretty face!”

“Pretty?” Quil grinned, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He swept you up in his arms and started walking back towards your house.

“Yes! You're very, very beautiful!” You happily swung your legs, snuggling closer to him. “With your good looks, you could steal all my boyfriends.”

“Guess that's not such a bad thing, seeing as I'm going to be your only boyfriend.”

Jacob Black:

The guy knows he's good-looking, but his pride took a hit after Bella chose Edward. Just the thought of that damn vampire, who stole Swan from him, made him want to tear his hair out.

And so, needing a breath of fresh air, Jacob found himself at the edge of the woods. A gentle breeze wrapped around his body, causing him to shiver slightly, and the scent of newly blossomed flowers filled his nostrils. He could hear birds singing and the distant footsteps of some animals. It all calmed Jacob. He'd always felt a strong connection to nature, but after becoming a werewolf, that bond felt even deeper. Suddenly, a branch fell in front of him, then another. He looked up and spotted… a woman's backside and lacy panties?!

You were wearing a skirt and climbing up to get a ball you'd thrown up there.

How hadn't he sensed your presence before? Embarrassed, Black lowered his head.

“Hey you, now that you've taken a peek where you shouldn't have, how about doing me a favor: help me get my ball down. Or better yet, catch me!”

“What?” Jacob raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“I said, catch me!” You said, jumping down from the tree. Lucky for you, he was a werewolf with quick reflexes. Easily catching you, his eyes were level with your chest, and his strong hands gripped your hips as you steadied yourself, one hand on his shoulder, the other adjusting your hat. “Wow! Didn't know hotties were so...” your eyes met his, and it was like you both stopped breathing, the world stood still, and the spotlight was on you. “...strong.” You looked away, shifting and trying to get down. The guy set you on your feet and deftly climbed to the top, retrieving your ball. “We hotties are not only strong but agile too.” Saying this, he ruffled his hair. “I'm Jacob.”

“[Y/N], but for you, pretty boy, I can be whoever you want!” You laughed, taking your ball and brushing your fingers against his. “Well, hope we meet again, bye!” You waved and ran off.

“We definitely will, [Y/N].” The guy said, inhaling and catching the scent of your body. His mind was reeling. He sighed heavily and slapped himself on the cheek. “I'm worse than Jared, the pervert.”

Somewhere in the distance, Jared fell out of his hammock. “Who's talking about me again?!”

© 2025 do reblog, but don’t copy or publish my work on other platforms, or translate (without my permission) into other languages. Any coincidences are coincidental! The dividers belong to me! If you want use them, just tag me: @snow-snowball

[kangaracha]

QUEENMAKER | CHAPTER 18

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pairing chan x reader

genre ninth member au, angst, fluff, coming of age, social media, cancel culture, anxiety, depression, forbidden love,

summary To JYPE, the solution is simple; take the sole trainee that will not debut with your brand new girl group, and use her to replace the missing vocalist in your male group that insisted on starting as nine.

Unfortunately, to the fans and the members themselves, it isn't that simple.

status ongoing

taglist OPEN

a/n thanks again for 1k followers! also, taglists are sort of working again, if you're someone that only comes here when you get a tag, you've probably missed a few chapters

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The airport is a crush of bodies and phones and flashing cameras, staring you down as you follow Seungmin's back through the glass doors and try not to stutter under the weight of so many eyes on you at once.

It happens fast and yet also so very, very slow, every second dripping past so discernibly that you swear you can feel time moving around you. Every breath hitches in your lungs as you walk, every blink of your eyes blinded by the halogen lights overhead or the lense of another camera, searching for the face a manager has tried to hide for you under cap and hood and mask. The clothing is hot and stifling, the collar of your shirt suffocating where it is tucked into the black hoodie, the ends of your hair scratching at the back of your neck, but you're too scared to pull it down or to even look up, your eyes fixed on Seungmin's heels and the tails of the loose shirt he's pulled on just for this walk through the line of fire.

You'd looked for Chan when you'd gotten out of the car, gravitating naturally towards the leader (the one that had defended you online, the one that could look you in the eyes and tell you the truth and went out of his way to prove it the moment he had an opportunity), but he'd fallen back and you'd been steered towards the centre of the group, sticking to Seungmin's side instead. Seungmin was dependable too, like Changbin; unafraid of the crowds that pushed and pulled at each other and tried to lean in close as security shove their way through, and fiercely loyal when the situation called for it.

Seungmin doesn't look back though. He doesn't have time, when the hands to either side are reaching for him just as much as they do to shove you, when hired bodies keep nearly separating you as they move in circles around you, carrying out their job. You're not sure how you could feel so small and alone in such a large crowd of people, seen by so many eyes, but for a moment you do, and then-

An arm lands across the back of your neck, a hand resting casually over your shoulder, pulling you into someone's side. Felix, recogniseable by the soft blue jumper he's wearing and the blonde hair that pokes out from underneath his beanie. You have a feeling he's not supposed to do it, from the wicked gleam in his eye when he glances at you and the way that he marches onward, feet placed deliberately beside yours as if to challenge anyone to tear him away, but you can't find it in yourself to make an excuse and pull back, to walk on your own two feet. 

You were scared, after all; you are scared, even with the reassurance of the weight of his arm around your shoulders and the angle of his body blocking some of the cameras that angle and click and glare at you like if they stare hard enough, you might freely divulge your secrets. You've never seen a crowd like this before, so close and so...mob-like, uncontrolled and ready to roll over each other if it means getting their two seconds of fame, their photo that's unlike any other.

"I get scared too sometimes," Felix says, close enough to your ear that you can hear him over the mayhem. "Just keep walking. The faster we get there, the quicker it'll be over."

"Thanks, Felix," you say in return, but you don't think he can hear you over the crowd. 

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[halogens-vs-shinonomes]

MY THEORY IS PROVEN TRUE BY FANON YAY (and the salamander covers hehehehe)

A THIRD SHINONOME?!

[sil-te-plait-tue-moi]

Lovers' fevers.

Quick summary: Rust tries to overcome the night you spent together.

Word count: 655 words

Warnings: Mentions of smut; don't chain-smoke???

A/N: Last drabble before I actually commit to a longer story. Read context for this (and eventually that) here!

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To remove himself from his tendency to think and think and think, Rust smoked, slumped over the wiry railing of the upper balcony outside his place. His first instinct had been to drink, of course—but, once he had opened the fridge, he was consumed by the image of your fingers curled pretty over the neck of the Corona he really shouldn’t have given you. 

So far, he had made his way through half a pack, sucking down smoke as if he’d be nearly as lucky enough to be granted his silent death wish. At least, then, his skin would stop buzzing like a halogen bulb, give way to true silence. 

It was evil, really: if there existed a God, He sure loved violence. Rust would’ve loved to blame it on external possession: it had not been him reduced to an animal, really, but something other, and that something had touched and been touched and had indulged in that pointless hunger. Selfish. 

He shuddered quietly at the memory, which pulsed thickly, rhythmically, just behind his eyes, an all-consuming vibration. Half-convinced that there was something supernatural about your touch, Rust hastily lit another cigarette, crushing the previous beneath his matted work shoes, counting on the habit to numb this inconvenient distraction. His skin was thick. So thick, in fact, that there were times where Rust felt it was really a suit, some aspect he could step out of and inspect for maintenance. No sensation, no pain, could ever compare to the fact-based knowledge that everything happens in the head. Manage the mind; manage the self. The mind outlasted the self. Nostrils burning, eyes blown wide, Rust would tell that to Crash before receding, so that his brain would not leak from his ears. It usually worked. Here, he felt acutely aware of every temperature shift, every varying texture upon his skin, writhing secretly with near overstimulation.

Still, you remained, like a ghost. He dragged a hand across his face, like he might manually remove the anguish there. 

He should’ve liked to blame you. Temptress, Eve in the garden. Only, in what world would that ever be fair? Rust only existed to deliver what was fair, what was just. He refused to align with the supposed blameless. Marty considered himself blameless, and some unmanaged part of Rust loathed him for it, itched to apprehend him.

Rust was not blameless – far from it. Every bad thing that happened to him, he knew he deserved. Call it karma. Nature carried out its dues – why shouldn’t he?

You had smelled so fresh. 

You were trying to quit – he had almost felt guilty, smoking so openly in front of you. Then too, it had been a last-line defence against the craving that only grew every time he allowed himself to look at you, that gnawed and tore at his gut when your tired voice had quietened to a low drawl. You: threat to his realm, soft, wanting. When you had opened yourself to him, took him in deep, you were close and warm and wet – Rust would have liked to have blamed it on his programming, the way he responded. He knew, though, that it was just him.

He would not sleep tonight, he understood. He would not even approach his bed. The whole place still smelled like you, even though the linens had been to the laundromat’s, even though he had had the windows cracked open to Louisiana’s summer heat every night since. 

Maybe Rust would drive to a bar. Maybe he would stop at a gas station, stock up on Camel Blues. Then, he would shower. In the morning, he would shower again, knowing that, in any proximity at work, he could risk weakening your resilience to quit with the cigarette smoke that seemed infused into his very being. Or perhaps he would let you be tempted by this – perhaps you would then understand what was happening to him. 

[halogens-vs-shinonomes]

Fuuta Kajiyama Shinonome has been crushed

[pjsk-blogs-lists]

Project Sekai “I Do [this] to [character]” Gimmick Blogs Masterlist:

@hypnosis-sekai

@giving-pjsk-characters-sweets

@gun-sekai

@making-ichika-drown

@i-run-saki-over-with-trucks

@gives-honami-apple-pie

@putting-minori-in-places

@minori-loses-her-head

@infectingminori-with-clovervirus

@i-punt-penguins-at-haruka

@i-hit-airi-with-meteors

@putting-shizuku-in-places

@i-give-shizuku-hinomori-bread (x)

@i-bonk-akito-with-metal-pipes

@halogens-vs-shinonomes

@i-drop-violins-on-toya

@i-give-toya-plush-bananas

@i-set-tsukasa-on-fire

@metal-pipe-tsukasa-bonker

@i-drop-pianos-on-tsukasa

@i-explode-rui-and-tsukasa

@i-throw-flower-pots-at-emu

@canaries-kidnap-nene-kusanagi

@putting-nene-in-places

@i-crush-rui-with-anvils

@i-give-rui-and-mizuki-sharks

@i-give-croissants-to-niigo (x)

@kanades-chair-stalks-her

@i-throw-pillows-at-kanade

@i-throw-frying-pans-at-mafuyu

@i-trap-shinonome-ena-in-bubbles

@mizukis-bell-tolls

@i-give-mizuki-flowers

@i-rain-fish-on-luka

[halogens-vs-shinonomes]

ATTACK

11k notes and I'll reveal every blog that I own

side note: comments don't count

[entities-of-posts]

do you have an idea for what a domain or ritual for the Dull could be?

An office job with a perfect grid of grey cubicles, bright halogen lights and hidden ceiling speakers that play only a quiet drone of white noise. Each come with a small, perfectly identical plastic plant and the same empty corporate motivational poster as only decoration. You are not allowed to decorate them yourself. There is a strict business formal dress code. You are always busy, but the purpose of your work is inane and vague. You fill forms. You push your pencil. The workload is not necessarily enough to make you feel crushed, but enough that you don’t have time to chitchat. Enough that you stay a little late every day. It’s strongly encouraged by the blankly smiling faces of the managers. You start to feel like you never have time for yourself when you get home, even though you work perfectly reasonable hours on paper. The cafeteria is free, but everything tastes so bland. Everything you cook yourself starts to taste the same way. On your days off the weight of the week that passed and the week that’s coming oh so soon keep you glued to your sofa, apathetically scrolling social media or watching empty reality tv, until it’s time for another week, again, again, again. But you’re lucky to have a job that pays well enough, and you won’t find any better. Your coworker Carlos’ name is spelled as “Carl” on his cubicle. But it doesn’t matter, you hardly know him anyway.

An idyllic suburbia. 2,5 children per home, good Christian marriages. An HOA that makes sure no one breaks the dream with any colorful paint outside the identical house, any colorful paint inside them, anything less than a perfectly manicured turf lawn, any decoration, anyone out walking past sunset or other irregular hours, any car too cheap or too old or in another color than a pleasant muted grey or an unapproved model, any children’s lemonade stand, any children drawing in chalk on the sidewalk, any children yelling, any children outside the houses, any fruit tree, any flowers, any bird, any bug, any pet, any backyard party, any inside party, any overnight visitors, any daytime visitors, any flag but the star spangled banner, any words but the right kind of English uttered, any lights on past nine, any unusual outside furniture, any unusual inside furniture, any unhappy faces, any noise, ever, ever.

[i-drop-pianos-on-tsukasa]

i mean, he plays piano. we might as well.

url is self explanatory. i make pianos fall on that gay boy.

let me know if you're uncomfortable with my interactions!

i won't crush people's fan art with pianos UNLESS i know they are okay with blogs like this doing their thing.

for example, if they tag another blog like this in a post of theirs, or respond to one making an edit of their art with the gimmick in a way that shows that they're not uncomfortable with it.

tag me in tsukasas you want me to drop a piano on!

i might only make piano crushing edits sometimes for a multitude of reasons.

run by @mizuribbons

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blogs like this:

@i-run-saki-over-with-trucks (the original blog!)

@metal-pipe-tsukasa-bonker

@i-set-ruikamishiro-on-fire

@i-set-tsukasa-on-fire

@i-crush-rui-with-anvils

@i-bonk-akito-with-metal-pipes

@canaries-kidnap-nene-kusanagi

@kanades-chair-stalks-her

@i-explode-rui-and-tsukasa

@halogens-vs-shinonomes

@i-hit-airi-with-meteors

@i-trap-shinonome-ena-in-bubbles (won't tag for some reason)

@mizukis-bell-tolls

@i-run-akito-over-with-trains

possibly more i haven't seen yet?

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tags:

#get crushed idiot - a piano falls on tsukasa!

#tsukasa is spared... for now - no pianos... yet.

#a piano has been summoned! - posts i get tagged in so i can drop a piano on tsukasa.

[halogens-vs-shinonomes]

We abuse them lovingly in this household

Omfg stop posting about Akito Shinonome he's hideous as well his sister is also hideous

My FBI agents are on their way to my comment section to roast you for dissing my wife's boyfriend and My Queen Ena Shinonome

WHO WANTS TO SEE MORE AKITO POSTS

[the-bar-sinister]

Second Day at the Office (2876 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 1/2

Fandom: Yuppie Psycho (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kate Hicks/Brian Pasternack Characters: Kate Hicks, Brian Pasternack Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Fluff, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings

Summary: Kate was right when she said the second day wouldn't be nearly as bad as the first.

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The reflection in the mirror was smiling as bright as the pale halogen lights of Kate Hick's dormitory bathroom. She was ready, she was excited, and she wasn't about to let one bad day get her down, no siree!

Her first day at Sintracorp had been a nightmare filled with poison gas, killer printers, a party she was still real hazy on the details of aside from the dim memory of a kiss and the smell of blood. But it was going to be fine, because she'd woken up safe and sound, and Brian had put an end to the whole witch fiasco. The needling voice in her ear that led her to make some really WEIRD decisions had quieted to nothing. Rei Sintra and her sister were in control of the company—and she'd gotten her coffee with Brian on the roof.

Her cheeks heated, and she watched her reflection blush as she straightened her collar for the third time and pressed all the sunny positivity into her smile she could. She was a smart career woman—even if she was a smart career woman with a huge crush—and she was going to face her second day at the reborn Sintracorp with everything she had! Her clock in time was rapidly approaching,she just had to have everything perfect if she was going to stand true to her hope that each day would get a little better!

It wasn't like she had far to go. The dormitory building was right next door to to the Sintracorp headquarters. There was even a rumor she'd heard about a tunnel connecting them, but she had yet to find that, if it existed.

Yet another Sintracorp mystery! When you worked in a place like Sintracorp, every day was like a grab bag of confusing mysteries and quirky coworkers! It was definitely a lot fresher than any of the schools she slaved away at before winding up with her job offer. Maybe today she'd find the secret tunnel between the buildings—and she didn't know, find it guarded by a Tunnel Troll who demanded pancakes as tribute to pass.

She fixed the bangs of her hair with a nod, before she grabbed her briefcase by the door and headed out into the city's early morning haze. She'd had a breakfast of…well, some instant coffee, but the canteen would take care of everything else…. as long as it'd been cleaned up from the previous day. Well, she was excited to take it all on.

Taking a deep breath of the city air, she practically ran her way across the sidewalk and towards Sintracorp's imposing height. 

And she collided with another body as she hurled herself through the door and into the lobby once again.

"O-oh, I'm sorry!" A flustered and familiar voice came from the floor. The person she had knocked down was apologizing to her.

"Yeeep!!" The squeak of surprise filled the lobby as she jolted backwards only enough to see someone she hadn't known if she'd ever see again down on the floor with his briefcase in hand. Sure—after the workday was done, the two of them had shared a cup of coffee on the roof and talked about all kinds of stuff—but he'd originally planned to go back home now that his mysterious job was done.

"Brian!!!" —geeze, if she sounded any happier about it Jenna would descend out of nowhere to start making weird 'pheromone' comments again!

He looked up at her from the floor, rubbing his head with a sloppy, shy grin on his face, hair tousled and out of place, tie askew.

"Hi, Kate. Sorry, um, sorry I was in your way there."

There was something really cute about his perpetually un-put-together aura. His hair was as messy as it was the day he was running around the office fighting the Dot Matrix and who knew what else—the Witch, he'd said—maybe he just always looked like that.

She offered him a hand with an apologetic smile. 

"Hey, hey, I'm the one who ran into you! I'm just so excited to start my second day, you know!" Her hand hung in quiet offer to him as she tilted her head "I wasn't sure if I was gonna see you, though!" 

He took her hand and stumbled to his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. "No? I mean… well, honestly I guess I kinda had second thoughts a few times but… today sure can't be as bad as yesterday, right?"

"I was hoping?" Kate gave him her best smile—honestly, she'd been hoping a lot, but at the same time, she'd worried those second thoughts of his would carry him all the way to the morning train back beyond the outskirts of the Capitol.

"But it absolutely can't! I mean—the Witch isn't cursing everyone anymore, right? We're not gonna have something like the party happen again? Things are gonna be fine!"

"Yeah!" He laughed awkwardly and fussed with his hair, shifting from foot to foot. "Besides, I was… kind of hoping that we could making getting coffee a regular thing? As coworkers…"

Her excitement rose to 'threat of Jenna' levels again as she perked up, and bounced on her heels. 

""Really?? I'd love that, Brian! I mean–I can't think of a better way to start the workday, at least." She winked "and we've got a great company canteen , don't we? I recall you really enjoying their cheese sandwiches and cups of joe!" 

Brian laughed bashfully again. "I sure went through a few of them yesterday. I'm uh, hoping not to go through quite so many today. Do you want to have a cup after we clock in, though? Unless you need to get right to work."

Kate hefted her briefcase to check her watch—a battered old thing that kept on ticking since long before her time. It was her father's. 

"Well…considering we probably still don't have direct supervisors unless the new CEO's been REAL efficient—I think I can swing a little time to have a cup before I get back to that pile of offerings to the Dot Ma–"

Wait, it was dead "the printer."

He combed his fingers through his hair, grinning. "Yeah uh, I'm guessing it's gonna be a slow start for everybody today. I'm… honestly not even sure what my job is anymore? Or if I have one? But I kind of hope so."

Kate was all about taking the initiative—she had to be! So she leaned over to bump her shoulder against his. 

"I mean, you're in pretty good with the new boss, right? I'm sure you've still got a job. Even if it's not—you know. Killing the Witch. Given." She tucked her hair over her ear, still leaned close "maybe they'll set you to work keeping some of the weirdness here in line. Or maybe you'll be right next to me in Copytown!" she laughed "...though I imagine my job's gonna change too." 

He wobbled a little when she bumped him, but once he recovered, he bumped her back, returning the gesture. "Yeah… maybe after our cup of coffee we should go pay a visit to the CEO? For some uh… guidance."

He motioned for her to follow him to the elevator.

"Oooh! Guidance from the CEO!" Kate laughed as she walked towards the elevator with him—she paused only a second, a moment to look up at the camera with a small smile. It seemed it wasn't going to call out their names today. The strange ritual of acceptance into the company was diminished with the fall of the old Sintracorp.

"Sounds like a plan to me, Brian! What's she like? I mean—I'm kinda excited to meet her, if I'm being honest." 

Brian punched the button and the elevator started to rise to the canteen. "Well, she's definitely eccentric. But… nice. Honestly nice. I don't have a clue if she'll be any good at running a company but that's honestly not any of my business…"

"Well, Sintracorp's always been kind of a weird business, even for the biggest one in the country." Kate bounced on her heels again, closing her eyes. "I think she could run it however she likes and it'd get along just fine!"

She tilted her head to the side. "now that I think about it—do you think all that stuff that made this place so strange is still about? I'd kinda miss the HR ladies, you know? They were…a lot…but some of them were pretty nice to me once I promised I wasn't gonna try and get 'em to spit on me." 

Brian looked momentarily alarmed and bit his lip, but the expression passed and he shrugged his shoulders. "I guess we'll find out together, huh? Cause now that I think about it, I have no idea."

The doors of the elevator parted. The smell of blood noticeably did NOT wash over them as they stepped into the canteen.

Kate let out a little sigh of relief—for some reason the mess in the canteen, and the memories of the party gave her a strange and itching sense of anxiety and something not entirely unlike guilt. It was as much a home to good memories as bad, she got the feeling—but the scent of blood would have catapulted her right into that hazy state once more.

"Phew! They really cleaned up this place, huh?" She sauntered inside before offering her hand to Brian. "and I bet you that coffee machine's just waiting for us!" 

Brian looked at least a little relieved the same as she did as he followed her inside. "I sure hope so. I wonder who we have to thank for the clean up. Janitorial maybe? If we even have a janitorial department…"

Kate glanced at him, before she grabbed his arm with her free hand, swinging her briefcase in the other as she practically skipped to the coffee machine—it was better coffee here than she'd ever had back home.

For a moment—she actually wasn't sure if they DID have one. Things got kinda messy in the office after all. But—well. Whether they did or not, it'd be fun to tease him a little about it!

"I think we do, but it's probably all guys fused with mops and washcloths and stuff, you know?" 

She was right. The face that Brian made was absolutely worth it.

He grimaced and tugged his collar before he laughed. "Well, uh…"

Kate's smile stretched from ear to ear, and she had to cover her mouth to smother her giggle. "in fact—there's one right…behind you!" 

"You're putting me on, right?" He grinned, but she saw him sneak a glance behind his shoulder just in case.

She hummed as she leaned on the counter near the coffee machine and started spooning some grounds into the filter. 

"Maybe! ...but you know? If I wasn't—I'd protect you." She winked over her shoulder "to make up for you saving me all the time." 

"Aw, you don't need to say that…. but thank you? And thank you for making the coffee. My hands a little shaky this morning."

Kate glanced back at him, her eyes trailing down to his hands as she went through the well practiced motions of making a cup of coffee "A little nervous, Brian? You're welcome, I mean it…and I'm happy to. I used to make the coffee every morning for my grandmother—and then later for my classmates, too. It's kind of a special skill of mine." 

"Definitely one of your many useful skills."

He smiled and they chatted away as the coffee brewed, and the warm smell of it started to warm the canteen. As they talked a few other co-workers filtered their way into the room too, saying hi, heating things up in the microwave in turns, or just hanging out.

There were familiar faces—coworkers from her floor, including that strange Mr. Swery with his stuffed monkey stopping nearby to make a cheese sandwich—and a number of the coworkers that Brian had gotten chummy with yesterday too. She saw Mr. Doshi pace his way in, muttering excitedly about androids.

Over the sound of the percolating coffee was the sound of chatter, some of it still a little breathless after yesterday, but some of it the same as any other job she could imagine. People; coworkers, smiling and laughing before another long day at the office. Jenna…Ms. Malone was thankfully too distracted by her eager chatter with Ms. Rostov to give her any grief about the way she hung close to Brian until the coffee was done.

Yesterday—yesterday had been the scariest day of her life. A day of hiding under desks or in closets, of the scent of blood and poison in her lungs, of monsters she couldn't quite fathom yet accepted as part of 'a new work environment', and of the Witch.

Part of her was terrified to come back, but she meant it when she told Brian that she had the feeling it could only get better. That each day would be easier, more fun, more fulfilling than the last. Now the real thing that stirred terror in her gut was the idea of going home with her tail between her legs to the forgotten countryside to follow the same kind of script all girls from her hometime seemed to follow.

Despite the monsters, and despite the now thankfully silent whisper of the Witch—this was already feeling like where she belonged.

"Everyone seems so happy," she murmured to Brian as Ms. Sosa scuttled in and hung nearby with a desperate and unflinching stare at the nearly finished pot of coffee. 

"Yeah, they do," he agreed softly, leaning close to her. "Honestly… that makes all of yesterday worth it, as far as I'm concerned."

"It absolutely was. I mean—you weren't wrong about this company. It was sick, something was rotting it from inside. But—I mean, even in a company like that, there's still life right?"

She tilted her head as the coffee dinged, and she started pouring them each a cup of coffee. "Even in the decaying foliage of the forest's floor you'll get mushrooms and bugs. It was still worth saving. We were worth saving, because just look at them smile…"

Brian smiled too, and accepted a cup of coffee from her, the heat of it steaming up his glasses. "You too, you know. I'm glad… to see your smile this morning."

Kate felt suddenly very warm—and she couldn't even blame it on the heat of the coffee because she'd only just looped her fingers around the still-cool handle. She heard Ms. Sosa make a strange little hissing nose that may have been a chuckle or a 'please get the hell out of the way of the coffee' noise that she accidentally ignored as she was sure she turned a brilliant red.

"My smile?? Really??" 

"W-well yeah!" Brian was suddenly very red and a little coffee sloshed out of his cup. "At least as much as the mushrooms and bugs, r-right?"

That got her giggling again—giggling so hard she nearly spilt her coffee as Sosa muscled past her for the machine. 

"I'm glad my smile's anywhere near as nice as that!" She flashed him her brightest grin "maybe you're as happy to see my smile as I'm happy to see yours—or that cute flustered look you keep making,Brian." 

Brian made a little gurgling noise, maybe realizing how many people were around, and bobbed his head. "Y-yeah.. haha… well, do you think we should go up and see the CEO now?"

Kate sipped her coffee, savoring the sharp and bitter taste—and the heat of it as it rolled down her tongue. "You mean before some of our coworkers start wanting to use the coffee machine?"

Sosa tutted her tongue and the only part of her softly hissed sentence that she could make out was "....in the way."

"Or people start making rumors," Kate added as she inched away from the machine. "That sounds good to me!" 

"Either of those!" He laughed nervously and raised his cup to Sosa as he shuffled back toward the elevator. "Have at it, Sosa!"

Kate raised her mug to Sosa as well as she hurried after Brian, catching her snickering once again—this time she heard 'lovebirds' and nearly tripped on her own two feet as she sputtered.

"So any warnings before we go up to see the boss, Brian?" 

"Uhhh…" He bit his lip as the doors closed on the elevator. "I can't think of any warnings that would be really accurate so just…. be ready for anything?"

Kate leaned against the back wall of the elevator, tilting her head up to look at the roof of the cab—and by extension, imagining the top floor above. Be ready for anything—anything when your CEO was the long missing daughter of the Sintra family, recently returned to the land of the living.

"If I get cursed, I'm going to ask that you take me out to dinner to make up for it, Brian." 

[goodnight-goodknight]

The hotel was a nothing place – all sand-coloured laminate and halogen light, a coffin dressed in bridal satin. It stank faintly of antiseptic, of scrubbed sins and laundering done too late. For now, it was theirs. The sheets, still warm from the sun, clung faintly with the perfume of industrial bleach and the shadow of strangers. Ciaran liked that. She liked pretending she was one of many women, all hollowed out in the same pose beneath the same flickering lamplight. It made her feel eternal.

The television blared dumbly in the background, a crown of static noise and soft moans, absurd in its theatrics. One thumb-press and it had sprung to life, offering her an anaemic procession of flesh and silicone. She left it running. Not out of curiosity, but to laugh, or to sneer, or perhaps to stage herself in opposition. What could those women know of this work? Their pleasure was painted on like frost on a mirror, gone at a breath.

She was not one of them.

She was not faking.

He lay beneath her, that man of noble ruin, half-saint and all animal now. There was nothing of chivalry in the way his hands lay slack by his sides, trembling only when she shifted her weight, his face her seat. Thighs, sun-kissed and toned, tensed faintly around his head. A little cruelly, she rolled her hips. A flicker of protest, muffled and dear, but she knew he could breathe. She could feel it – the rhythm of his life, hot against her skin, laboured and adoring. He would die for her, yes, but she would never let him.

The air conditioning clicked and rattled, struggling to cool the heat they were making. Her long braid lay down the curve of her back like a noose, catching at her ribs. Her phone was discarded on the windowsill, reflecting the city lights like a sliver of moon in a wine-dark sky. Ciaran sighed. Deep, contented, unhurried. Her voice, when it came, was velvet crushed and smoking:

“Mm… I should leave you there, Artorias. Set a crown on your brow and keep you like this forever. My sweet martyr. My ruined king.”

The blue light of the screen cast a pale, flickering halo over the room, over her bared chest and freckled belly, over the fine gleam of sweat at her throat. She dragged one hand down over her ribs, over the flat plane of her stomach, over the notch of her hipbone. She touched herself lazily – not for climax, but out of idleness. A little gesture of dominion. Of luxury.

Her pleasure was not violent. It was not fast. It was a feast that came in waves. Long, slow-dragging breakers that built behind her eyes and pulsed out through her limbs. She did not moan like the women on the screen. Instead, she smiled. Thin-lipped. Glorious. Eternal.

— from @apifacture

There is only her, all around him: the warmth of her sex, inches from his mouth, the rise of her stomach ascending to the gentle curve of her chest, and the press of her thighs to his cheeks. Her king, she murmurs - and she, his kingdom, his home, here beneath her, where has always, always belonged. He watches her hand dip between her legs, spread herself wider, a thumb languidly passing over her clit. His tongue feels thick in his mouth.

He has never wanted anything more than her, and the ache - the delicious ache - sat low in his stomach, thudding through him, is enough to drag his eyes upward, traveling the expanse of her, to meet her gaze with his own naked need.

Before he met Ciaran, he never submitted to anyone, not properly. He took on jobs, and paid due respect to his employers, and made a point of being kind and helpful to anyone and everyone he could - but it was never submission. He never gave up control, just deference. Now: now he is hers, wholly, and he revels in the sensation of it - of being so loved, so desired.

The idea had once terrified him. Now, it thrilled him. She thrills him.

His hands ache, too, to touch her; she has forbidden it for now. If she were to glance back, she'd know the proud of arch of him stands thick and hard with need - he doesn't touch that either, as desperately as he wants to. He can see the television glow paint her in snowy florescence; he can see shadows dancing on her skin. A goddess, wrought immortal in the memory of his moment. He's sure of it. He's sure he'll remember the sight of her, watching him imperiously, awash in snowlight, for the rest of his living days.

The proximity between need and release sings in his chest, in his throat, a taut line throughout his body that feels so, so close to snapping. The tension is incredible, intimate. He's not sure he's ever felt so alive.

In a moment, his tongue will seek out the pleasure in her depths, swipe and caress the hollow of her until her dominion is complete. In a moment more, he will surge upward until she is on her back, and he will rail her into the mattress as they exchange control, and trust, and love. And in the moment after that, they'll tangle up in one another in the sweatslick cool of their hotel room, and neither one of them will have ever better understood what home feels like.

But for now, he watches the way she pleases herself, teases him with those wandering fingers, those breathy little explorations of her heat, and he gives her a helpless, loving smile.

"Keep me here, then," he breathes. "I am yours, Ciaran - to keep wherever you please."

[i-explode-rui-and-tsukasa]

hi nerds

this is my info post ig

blog is run by serial dumbass @willowthefoxxo

so basically until i get a few people who i know are ok with my gimmick blog shenanigans I'll only explode gays I've been tagged on or that have already been subjected to gimmick blog chaos

uh

yea lemme know if you want me to fuck off basically. you are allowed to tell me to fuck off it you don't want my gimmick blog chaos in your notifs

also here are some other pjsk character tormenters

@i-run-saki-over-with-trucks (the og)

@i-set-tsukasa-on-fire

@metal-pipe-tsukasa-bonker

@i-crush-rui-with-anvils

@i-set-ruikamishiro-on-fire

@i-drop-pianos-on-tsukasa

@i-bonk-akito-with-metal-pipes

@giving-pjsk-characters-sweets

@canaries-kidnap-nene-kusanagi

@kanades-chair-stalks-her

@halogens-vs-shinonomes

@i-hit-airi-with-meteors

@i-run-akito-over-with-trains

@mizukis-bell-tolls

@i-throw-flower-pots-at-emu

[halogens-vs-shinonomes]

I made this in 5 minutes but it’s beautiful I hope

Anon does this suffice

can you do a special episode where you punt a brick at akito

If you really want to murder Akito, I suggest checking out @i-bonk-akito-with-metal-pipes, @halogens-vs-shinonomes, or @i-run-over-akito-with-trains! None of them are bricks, but as long as he's murdered, it's basically the same.

Die, Akito.