#he did basically everything for the black and purple sets . and also the white and orange knights

[itslifetreesworld]

My favorite Benthan looks in M: I (5/8): Rouge Nation!

M:I 1-3 are here

Ghost Protocol

Did I say I would pick one set of looks from each of the films? I lied. /unapologetic

Again, the following would be the costume analysis and my ramblings and some excuses for breaking my rules, and because I REALLY LIKE Rogue Nation this is going to be a long one...so if you are ready let's dive straight in:

Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation

Ok so first of all,

I love you. Thank you so much for literally everything I'm crying

Secondly, this time, there's no thinking process at all. The car chase looks were actually what made me want to do this challenge in the first place, and then I quickly realized that there's no way I can let the Ethan certified Nice Tux™ go away.

But before we go straight to the two I picked, we can first have a look at the other costumes that pique my interest:

The record shop Ethan

This one is quite interesting for me because it's uncommonly casual. It's not the usual utilitarian bomber jacket and sweater combo that Ethan usually goes for, but a pretty casual olive green jacket that's slightly crumpled. Considering the context, I would even say this might be Ethan's personal clothing when he's not on a mission, as this was supposed to be a simple information pick-up.

2. The CIA Benji

So in the CIA, Benji was wearing a light grey jacket (hanging on his chair) and a slightly blue shirt with a striped tie. I am just putting this here to complain that both the CIA and the IMF have the most boring dress code of all times.

But in this scene, it was the first time Benji's wearing less than every other person in the room. My explanation is that he and Ethan probably did a lot more missions together before the demolition of the IMF, so he is in better physical condition, which also explains how relaxed he is in Vienna compared to Ghost Protocol. Speaking of Vienna...

I just want to point out what a shape he is. Just look at that.

Another detail is that his shirt is not even a simple white shirt; it's a slightly pleated(?) one that looks more expensive than my kidneys or something. I guess at least the CIA is paying him well

While Ethan looks like he's going to a funeral (which is not entirely wrong...you know)

He removed the tie shortly after going backstage but I kept the tie on, because it's also rarely he keeps the thing on at all so why not?

Btw I realized only as I'm writing this analysis that the lapel of Ethan's suit is actually peaked plus it's silk. That's why you should always do the research before instead of after everything. (I KNEW he's too dramatic to go to an opera with basic black suits goddamnit)

Another thing I quite like is Ethan's hair length in RN; it was something shorter than mi2 and GP but definitely longer than most others, which gives this lovely fringe and a slightly puffed feeling, which is really cute.

And before I started with the second outfit that I chose, let's have a look at these:

At first look I thought Benji's suit was the same as the CIA one, but then on a closer shot I realized that this one is striped and more of a tan color while the CIA one is simply grey. And I have no idea why Ethan decided to wear all dark colors under the burning sun of Casablanca, this guy is insane

Also I don't know if you noticed before because I haven't, but Benji was wearing these blue sneakers

I kept thinking about the costumes in Casablanca because I think in terms of plot, these are supposed to be Benji's personal clothes when he came to Vienna, so these are the clothes he wears when he travels! I will go into details about this when we talk about the car chase look very soon, but before that I had to put Ethan with this purple silk shirt here.

I don't think Ethan cared much about his outfits during the six months' run from the CIA, and judging from his line in Vienna that he prepared Benji's change of clothes, I'd say he got all of these ready before the opera. (I don't know mate but for six months he's been very unkept but the moment he knew he was going on a mission with Benji he got these fancy suits and purple silk shirts I mean there's got to be a reason for that. Plus in this shot he literally walked away from Ilsa to stand next to Benji. You can draw your own conclusions.)

FINALLY it's the lost tourists' look! I love these so much that I literally started this entire challenge for them:

I'm convinced that Benji prepared the clothes for both of them (I'm biased but yeah). I'm about 99.99% sure that Benji's wearing his own clothes, I've also considered if Ethan was wearing Benji's travelling shirts but this one could or could not be Benji's style, not super sure. Anyway if this one is from Ethan's then he picked something to match with Benji's.

Edited: I forgot to mention this but the dark patterns on Benji's shirt are also a matching shade of Ethan's burgundy shirt

Benji was wearing a different sneakers, an orange one to go with his T-shirt.

From here we know that Ethan is not totally mad, the inner layer is still a T-shirt, and from another shot we can see it's with prints, which is not common for him.

Edited: The amazing @waywardmillennial sent me this pic which shows the print on Ethan's shirt:

There are more details mentioned in here plus in the comment section about the shirt!

(Btw just slightly off track again. When Ethan literally just woke up from death his hands were on Benji's chest for quite a while, and Benji was definitely noticing)

We talked about Ethan's hair before now let's talk about Benji's. THIS is my absolute favorite part of Benji's look in RN. *chef's kisses*

...and I've definitely written too much this time. To wrap this one up I am nominating one last candidate:

I just love the color and the vibrancy of this red jacket and the cute shirt, alas the competition was simply too great this time

And that's all for Rouge Nation! Phew it was taking me much longer than I thought to get this out, but I am having so much fun. I hope you enjoyed it too!

I'm also putting the link to the analysis of MI1-3 and Ghost Protocol here for a quick refresh if you are interested.

The one for Fallout is also out!

Again thanks for reading this much and see you next time! :D

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Welcome to Beast's Party

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

Only a few hours remained before Emma's party.

Luke: "Oh hey, Licht, Nokto. You showed up at just the right time."

Licht: "Is there a problem?"

Luke: "Gilbert's gone."

Nokto: "That's a big problem."

Licht: "You think he got caught up in some kind of trouble?"

Luke: "I doubt it. He's the type to cause trouble, not get caught in it."

Licht: "That's... not really a good thing, you know."

Nokto: "Prince Gilbert was the most excited about the party, so maybe he'll just pop up out of nowhere?"

Nokto: "That said, starting the party without the person who planned it feels kinda wrong. And if—just if—something did happen to him, it could turn into an international incident. Which would be a whole other problem."

Licht: "Let's split up and search. Luke, tell us where you've already looked."

Licht: "No sign of him."

Nokto: "Same here."

Luke: "Not here either."

Licht: "He's not in Emma's room, is he? He was really fond of her."

Luke: "That was my first thought, too."

Luke: "But he has this weird sense of sincerity, so I don't think he'd see her before the time we agreed on."

Licht: "You sure know a lot about Gilbert."

Luke: "I think someone said that once... probably... maybe."

Nokto: "Wow. That's like vague on top of vague."

Licht: "Did anything about Gilbert's behavior during party prep seem off?"

Luke: "Not really. I think he was his usual self."

Nokto: "Oh—wait. Didn't he seem a little extra reactive at one point?"

------------Flashback-----------

Gilbert: "Luke-sensei~ I finished the rose!"

Luke: "Whoa, you really are good with your hands. Not a single unnecessary wrinkle."

Gilbert: "Yay!"

Luke: "Also, stop calling me sensei. It's giving me goosebumps. My fingers are even starting to twitch."

Gilbert: "Aww, Luke sensei, are you okay? Is it tendonitis?"

Luke: "Saying it cutely doesn't help at all!"

Luke: "How about you two? Everything going smoothly?"

Nokto: "I'm good, no problems here."

Luke: "Nice and clean work. Licht, let's see yours."

Licht: ".........."

Nokto: "Licht, if you keep pulling like that, the fabric's going to stretch."

Nokto: "Just lightly pinch the edge of the cloth with your right hand, then wrap it clockwise with your left—see? Easy."

Licht: "Got it."

Licht: "Thanks. You really make everything look effortless."

Nokto: "You're welcome."

Gilbert (whispering): "Fufu, it's so obvious he's secretly blushing because his big brother thanked him."

Luke (whispering): "Moments like this really remind you that they're brothers."

Luke: "Alright, this should be all the roses we need for the party decorations."

Licht: "The table's covered in roses. I didn't realize we had made this many."

Nokto: "Once we set them up in the ballroom, it's gonna look stunning."

Luke: "Red, yellow, blue, green, purple, orange, black, white… We've basically got every color."

Nokto: "If I had to pick one that's missing, I'd say transparent."

Luke: "Yeah, even I can't make that out of fabric or any material, really."

Nokto: "But what if I told you it actually exists?"

Gilbert: "Really? A transparent rose?"

Licht: "It's an old legend—one that only a few people know about."

Licht: "They say that on the night of a full moon, in the castle's rose garden, a small, transparent rose blooms—a rose that brings happiness."

Gilbert: "Wow, that sounds perfect for the Kingdom of Roses—though I bet Chevalier would just scoff at it."

Luke: "Yeah, I can already picture that."

Gilbert: "A transparent rose that brings happiness, huh?"

Nokto: "Sounds like something she'd like."

Licht: "It's such an old legend. I doubt she's heard of it."

Gilbert: "But if she did, she'd definitely want to see it."

---------Flashback Ends--------

Licht, Nokto & Luke: "Ah..."

Nokto: "Come to think of it, tonight's a full moon."

All Three: "There you are."

Gilbert: "Oh? What's with everyone showing up together like this?"

Luke: "We were looking for you. If we don't keep an eye on you, who knows what kind of trouble you'll get into."

Gilbert: "You worry too much. It's fine—Emma's party is tonight, so I'll behave."

Nokto: "We'd really appreciate it if you could stop causing trouble regardless of whether there's a party or not."

Licht: "Are you looking for the rose?"

Gilbert: "Yep, that's right. It's a beautiful full moon tonight, after all."

Gilbert: "See? Not a single cloud in the sky. I can clearly see the doubt written all over your faces."

Licht: "So you believe in that legend?"

Gilbert: "Whether I believe it or not doesn't matter. I'm just curious, that's all."

Nokto: "Still, thinking you'll find a transparent rose in this huge garden is kind of a stretch."

Gilbert: "Life's more fun when you keep a bit of your inner child. You guys are missing out."

Gilbert: "Maybe you should take a page from Clavis."

Luke: "If we all acted like Clavis, Sariel would probably whip him into tears."

Nokto: "I can kind of picture that. I might even want to see it."

Licht: "Nokto."

Nokto: "Kidding, kidding."

Luke: "So, you're looking for the rose... for Emma?"

Gilbert: "The little bunny loves those kinds of romantic legends. She'd believe it in a heartbeat."

Luke: "Yeah, she's definitely the type who'd fall for something like that."

Gilbert: "To be honest, I thought about inviting Emma to join me in the search, but I figured I'd earn more affection points if I told her I searched for it alone."

Nokto: "Wow. The world's walking disaster is trying to use earnestness as a weapon."

Luke: "Still, no matter how hard you try, you won't find a transparent rose—because it doesn't exist."

Gilbert: "Huh? It does."

Luke: "………."

Licht & Nokto: "Huh?"

Gilbert: "Look."

Licht: "The petals really are transparent."

Nokto: "It's way smaller than I imagined."

Gilbert: "Exactly—it's transparent and tiny, so it's hard to see from that distance."

Gilbert: "Here, come closer. Take a good look."

*pop*

Licht & Nokto: "!?"

Gilbert: "Ahahaha! Gotcha~!"

Luke: "Knew it. You made that rose yourself, didn't you?"

Gilbert: "I knew you'd figure it out, Luke."

Gilbert: "I actually made a few prototypes to surprise little bunny."

Gilbert: "And since you all helped, I figured I'd show you too—as a small thank you."

Licht: "More like a prank than a thank you."

Luke: "You're such a damn big kid."

Gilbert: "Hehe. See? It's more fun when you don't lose your inner child."

Luke: "You're too close—back off already!"

Licht: "That rose was so detailed, most people would've been fooled."

Nokto: "Guess we lose for even believing it for a second. That stings a little."

Gilbert: "But even if it was just for a second, that transparent rose did exist inside you, didn't it?"

Gilbert: "Doesn't that make it more of a win than a loss?"

Luke: "You're the living embodiment of twisted logic."

Nokto: "There's a limit to how far you can spin things with words."

Gilbert: "Wow, that's harsh. Can't you at least call me a romantic?"

Luke: "Nope."

Licht: "Not a chance."

Licht: "I'm not saying Gilbert's right, but maybe the legend survived all this time because that rose lived on in someone's heart."

Licht: "And yeah… I can see Emma liking something like that."

Luke: "Wow, you're actually kind of a romantic."

Licht: "I'm not."

Nokto: "Huh? Where's Prince Gilbert?"

Luke: "He's gone?! Where'd he go?"

Nokto: "Wait, isn't it about time for the party to start?"

Licht: "He went to pick her up."

Luke: "If sneaking around were a competition, that bastard would take the gold."

Nokto: "Well, we should get going too."

Nokto: "After all, we want to make her smile just as much as he does."

♡ Silvio, Leon, Azel, Yves

♡ Kagari, Clavis, Keith, Sariel

[sanotymanjiro]

hiiii can I pretty please request for hyper feminine reader with izana and he's shopping with her but she's basically just pulling him around and making him see all the pretty and cute clothes she's trying on while also making him buy everything and carry her bags pretty pretty please with a cherry on top 🥺

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 🛒⊹ ࣪ ˖⟡

𝙞𝙯𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖

𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩

hope this is what you wanted!! @driedrosessys

kisses, fluff, hyperfem!reader x izana, stable relationship, tenjiku izana

💳ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

y/n: c'mon zanaaaaa~!

izana: i'm coming i'm coming..

the poor boy was just having a snack but on one of your shopping spree days, there wasn't time even for that. one bag after another found themselves piling up along his wrist but you were too cute whenever you got so absorbed in your shopping that izana couldn't even find it in himself to complain. he wasn't like the other men you both encountered in the fitting rooms, eyes glued to their phone as they mumbled a few words of appreciation to their girlfriend's outfits, izana was attentative. his eyes would trail over each and every one, fingers finding his chin as he hummed in thought. he had to agree to all the ones you were extra hyped about because he would just hate to see you get upset but rejecting one or two outfits was worth watching the cute little pout form on your pink lips, the highlight of his day.

𝐲/𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐯:

you didn't stop to count the amount of bags you had throws at your boyfriend already or the hours you had spent walking around. it was infuriating how you couldn't find the right shoes for your party this weekend despite the multiple stores lined up claiming to have just the right products. never mind that, you had to choose nails next but they were all so cute that you couldn't decide between the black and pink french tips or the neon pink and white ones. after an agonising five minutes you sighed, turning to your boyfriend with a frustrated pout.

y/n: 'zanaaa...

izana, smiling patiently: the black and pink are nicer.

you beamed at his helpful insight and finally made your decision, slinging your arm into his own and skipping out of the store happily, unaware of his gentle gaze and the small fond smile painting his lips as his gaze remained fixated on you. the next challenge was finding a cute dress that was actually cute and not just pretty. it had to be white, that was the first rule you had set as you strolled into the store, eyes scanning every dress in sight hungrily. you didn't even check the tag as you hauled your favourite into the fitting rooms to try on, your boyfriend would buy it for you either way, as long as you like it. you took a while styling it and checking it out in the mirror and weren't too sure so you drew the curtain open, peeking your head out to call izana inside.

y/n: so..what about this one..?

his head tilted, eyes trailing from the top of the dress right to the lacy bottom before landing on your face again, a sweet smile finding his lips again.

izana: what's wrong with it?

y/n: that's not the pointttt. is it cute?

you did a little twirl to try drawing out his opinion but when you faced him again his hands were already latched onto your waist, fingers rubbing gentle circles as those purple eyes searched yours. you felt a little embarassed since you were the only one blushing but your hand landed on his chest. izana's heart was pounding, maybe a little harder than yours even.

izana: mm...you're cute no matter what you wear.

y/n: ...'zanaaaa im seriouss..

his lips brushed yours gently, hands pulling you closer to him and when he finally broke the kiss his eyes flickered over your face, loving gaze drenched in sincerity.

izana: i mean it baby.

and you knew he did.

2025 @sanotymanjiro

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[god-has-entered-my-body]

How can I refuse? - Matty Healy

A/N: am still not ready to let MPIND Matty go so have this xx (edit: this is non-canon, so it doesnt have anything to do with the plot of MPIND or its sequel, Before you go)

wc: 5k

content warnings: smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), marking, lipstick kink?, lingerie, begging, praise, teasing, general possessiveness, matty wears a skirt x

Most people live off of food, water, and oxygen. You know, the actual building blocks of life. When it came to Matty, it was all about your eyes, specifically, where they looked. It always had to be with him. Matty. Only him, no one else. 

He might tease and poke fun, but it was his weakness. Seeing you reach for your camera even your most intimate moments made his insides twist up and his stomach flutter with butterflies. Posing and contorting to your will, he did his absolute best to look amazing for you, to look how you wanted him to look. He relished in the small gasps you’d let out when the picture developed, his skin glowing under the flash, a thin layer of sweat sticking to it. 

Which is why, when you had left the house to go pick up something you’d left at Ross and Hann’s flat, he saw an opportunity. The door slammed shut with an echo through the foyer, signifying you had departed. This was one of the rare times you hadn’t taken your bag with you, leaving it hanging on a chair in the kitchen, completely out in the open. 

Matty’s eyes flickered over to it from the sofa, waiting a few moments to see if you’d come back for it. The house stayed silent, the only sound coming from the sofa creaking as he got up, tentatively walking over into the kitchen. Your bag was already zipped open, the contents of it clearly visible. One specific item stood out to him, glimmering under the light. Your precious camera. 

The purple plastic was smooth in his hands, his fingers gliding over the surface. Matty could feel his heart begin to race at the thought of what this very lense had seen. His bare skin, your hands on him, nails raking over his chest, leaving scratch marks in their wake. Memories flashed through his head as he mindlessly walked into your now shared bedroom. 

The once warm white fairy lights had been swapped out for pink ones instead, a new addition to your shared space that you were yet to discover. Your bed was unmade, sheets scattering across the mattress in a messy fashion, everything covered in an obscene amount of pillows. 

This had been on Matty’s mind quite a while now, though he never had the opportunity to act on it. That is, until now. It was perfect, with you gone out for god knows how long, he had the ideal set up for a bit of “mischief” as he himself put it. 

He groans as the warmth of the bed enveloped him, welcoming him home. Pink light poured over the sheets, painting them in a warm hue. Perfect. 

Mattys began setting up. 

Femininity wasn’t unknown to him. He owned multiple skirts and dresses, makeup products, even hair pins and clips he’d managed to nick from you when you weren't looking. You knew about all of this, seeing him every day, it would be pretty hard to miss it. Though, there was one thing he hadn't told you about yet. His affinity for womens clothes wasn't just limited to the odd skirt or sheer top, but also included undergarments.

Neatly folded in a drawer underneath piles of socks and shirts, was a small collection of womens lingerie. Panties and garters in various colorways, ranging from cotton to silk or even the odd piece of lace. It wasn't like he’d been hiding it from you, you just never asked. Feeling slightly giddy, he grabbed a pair of black lace panties from the pile, slipping them on underneath his basic grey joggers. Showtime.

Matty had decided to forgo a shirt for this specific photoshoot, knowing you'd much prefer him without one. The camera was heavy in his hand, weighing it down slightly as he lifted it slightly above his line of sight. Offering a sly grin to the lense, he pressed down onto the shutter, the flash almost blinding him. The picture looked innocent enough, the only remotely suggestive thing was his lack of top.

Ruffling his hair with his fingers, he tugged down his joggers slightly, letting them hang low on his hips as he snapped the second picture, this time, from below. His hip tattoo was the most visible, standing out against his pale skin like a sore thumb. That still did nothing to distract from the obvious bit of lace peeking out from the band of his pants. The thought of you seeing him like this drove him insane, but he quickly regained his composure before getting in place for the third photo. 

Matty had managed to pull off his pants with only one hand, the other inspecting the fresh polaroid that the camera had just spit out. Now completely naked, apart from a skimpy pair of panties, it was time to get a bit more creative. 

Setting the camera on the desk adjacent to the bed, he set a timer. Hearing it tick down, Matty found a good position and stayed. Flash. The sudden light was something he could never get used to, his eyes always slightly scrunched up in the pictures. 

The camera was placed further away, but not too far, capturing the entirety of Mattys body. He was perched on the bed, on his knees with his legs spread, chest pushed out dramatically.The underwear he had on was now fully visible, the thin material barely concealing anything. His hand covered his growing erection, the thought of your reaction to the pictures once he was done was enough to give him a semi. The flash didn't bother him too much, throwing his head back just in time for the shutter to go off. 

Leaving the picture on the bed next to him to develop, he grabbed the camera off the desk, setting it aside. His hand trailed down his chest, ghosting over his nipple piercing. Giving it a tug, just as you would if you were here, he let out a wanton whimper, letting go. The other hand was already palming himself through his panties, getting him fully hard. 

The sensation of the lace rubbing up against his cock was almost too much, precum oozing out of the tip, painting the front of the panties with a wet patch. Working himself up, his hand reached for the camera, turning it around to face the lense to himself. Forcing his eyes open, parting his lips, he groaned desperately, clicking the shutter as he did. 

The picture didnt show anything below the top of his chest, but fuck, it didnt need to. The expression on his face was one of pure want, lust, desire. Taking deep breaths to pull himself together, Matty moved on to his fifth and final position. 

On his stomach, he propped a pillow underneath his elbows, giving him something to lean on. His curls fell over his face messily, covering most of his left eye. Knowing you, you'd probably make some offhanded comment about how he looked “terribly emo” like that, but he pushed the thought to the back of his mind. That wasn't important right now. 

Angling the camera just right, his finger came up to meet his lips, pushing through them and into his wet mouth. Sucking on them slightly, he lets them hang out lazily, coating his lips and chin in spit. The flash reflected brilliantly off of his fingers, making the whole picture appear even lewder than it already was.

Quite happy with his work, he sets all five polaroids onto the bed in front of him, admiring himself. Painfully hard underneath his panties, he knew you would be coming home soon, and quickly scrambled up to put on some clothes. Grinning as he walked over to the wardrobe, he knew exactly what he was going to wear for you. 

—---------------------------------------------------------------

The sound of the keys hitting the counter echoes through the house. Eyes darting across the room, you see no sign of Matty anywhere. Brushing it off, you shrug your jacket onto the sofa, sitting down on top of it, hand itching for a cigarette. You look around for a stray pack Matty had left somewhere. 

That's when you see it.

The posh glass table had almost hidden the items that were placed upon it. You immediately recognised them as what they were: Polaroids. Heart racing a thousand miles an hour, you pick up the first one. 

It was of a shirtless Matty grinning up from below, and you feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach. Another picture, this time from below, also shirtless, with pants hung low on his waist. Your breath hitches at the sight of his underwear peeking out from the waistband, holding the polaroid to your face to get a closer look. Lace. You moan audibly at the sight, blushing slightly at your reaction. 

Hands shaking from excitement, you take the third picture, and you swear, your heart stops. Matty looks like a work of art, legs spread onto your shared bed like a true pornstar, head thrown back in an attempt to show off his long, slender neck. The bulge in his panties was badly hidden by his hand, leaving barely anything to the imagination.

The fourth is your favorite, always partial to Matty’s beautiful face. His open mouth and hooded eyes made your head spin, feeling lightheaded at the sight. The thought of him like this underneath you made your thigh clench, soaking your underwear. 

The final picture is probably the filthiest. Fingers in his mouth, spit covering most of the bottom part of his face. So distracted by it all, you almost manage to oversee the bright pink post-it note stuck to the center of the table. 

“upstairs x” was scrawled onto the paper, Matty’s handwriting immediately recognisable. It hits you at once. Matty was upstairs, waiting for you. He was waiting for you and you knew he was ready. Scrambling to get up the stairs, you stub your toe against the bannister, cursing out loud.

Before you can open the door, you're greeted by another note. This time, there was heart scribbled onto a green post-it, messily encasing both of your initials. An arrow ran through it, and you got the message immediately. 

The door seemed awfully heavy as you pushed against it, pink light flooding your senses. Matty.

Matty was laying on the bed, legs stretched out on top of unorganized pillows and sheets. A green skirt covered his lower body, the satin shimmering in the light, almost blinding. The mesh top he had paired with it showed his piercing perfectly, the sight going straight to your core. 

Before you can react, or even properly take him in, a flash actually blinds you. Matty has your camera. You rub your eyes to get rid of the burning sensation, before turning your head back to meet his eyes. A grin makes its way onto his face, the purple object clutched in his hands as the polaroid comes off of the top. Waving it through the air as it develops, you give him a look, holding up the pictures he had left you. 

“You like em?” he asks, eyes darting over your body. You knew you looked desperate, hands slightly shaking and pupils completely blown out in lust. Nodding your head, you take a step towards the foot of the bed just as he gets up. Patting the space next to him, he looks at you expectantly, setting the photo and camera aside. 

Getting a closer look at him, you realize he’s wearing makeup. This isn't unusual for Matty, but what was unusual was the bright red shade of lipstick lining his mouth. The sight made you smile, seeing as the product had smudged ever so slightly down his face. 

The moment you settle in next to him, he flings his body on top of yours, straddling your waist. No genre of porn could top the sight in front of you right now, not even close. His curls stuck to the top of his forehead, and you could see his raging hard on through the thin material of his skirt. 

“Why don't you get this off for me, yeah?” you tug at the seam of it, and Matty nods frantically, pulling it up and over his head before discarding it in a random corner. If heaven was a place on earth, it would be right in this room, with Matty, half naked and hard. 

As seen in the picture he had so kindly gifted you, the lace panties truly didn't do anything to conceal him. The mesh top (yours of course) ended right above his hip bone, showing the perfect amount of skin. His eyes looked dazed as he leaned down to kiss you, lips smashing against yours. 

The kiss is slow at first, with Matty deepening it the moment you kiss him back. Tongue and teeth and spit and his soft moans as you licked into his mouth filled your senses, your mind thrown into a lustful haze, the only cure being Matty finally fucking doing something.

Your hands thread into his hair, tugging in that way you knew he liked as his lips trailed down your jaw and onto your neck, sucking deep purple hickeys into your skin. A rough hand pushes your shirt up over your head, meeting the same fate as his skirt, forgotten in a corner. You silently thanked god today was a no bra day as your nipples hardened against the cool air. 

You feel his hips grind down onto your thigh, soft whimpers leaving his lips as he continues his assault on your neck and chest. Nibbling at your collarbones, you see him reach under the pillow for something. 

Red flashes across your vision, before settling right in front of you. Lipstick. Uncapping the top, you watch as Matty refreshes his lips, dabbing the product on softly, just as you had shown him months before. His eyes never left yours, a certain air of cockiness surrounding him. 

Before you could react, Matty’s hand pushes you further into the bed, your head sinking into the pillows. The lipstick is slightly warm against your chest, and your breath hitches as you realize what he's doing. Matty is writing on your body, and you know exactly what. 

His name. 

Ever the territorial type, he had a knack for carving his initials into things. Whether it be the chair in your old room he used to have monopoly over, or random benches he sat on often. Bus stops, furniture, even walls had either his first name or initials carved into it. You were no different.

The red of the lipstick is bright against your skin, and Matty knew it would stain, which was exactly why he chose it. Small gasps leave your mouth as he palms your tits, leaning back to admire his artwork. 

Kisses litter your ribcage, and you feel him lick a hot stripe across your underboob. Never breaking eye contact, he tugs at the waistband of your jeans, silently asking permission. 

“Yeah, go ahead baby.” you say, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips. He smiles back at you, moving further down your body. Tugging your pants off of you, he snaps the waistband of your panties against your skin, making you yelp in surprise. A light giggle escapes him as he rids you of your underwear, now face to face with your glistening core. 

The room felt unnaturally hot, and with Matty looking up at you from between your legs with that look in his eye that screamed “I'm going to devour you”, it seemed like even the slightest touch could have you coming in seconds. 

His hand reaches around your thighs, making you scoot up slightly before diving into your folds, lapping at your clit with dizzying accuracy. It was so much all at once after endless teasing, and you were unable to control any other bit of your body. His strong hands gripped your skin, digging into it with such force that the spot started to go numb. 

Writhing underneath him, his tongue licks circles around your clit, up, down and side to side, never letting you get used to something for too long. One of his hands leaves your thigh, instead, joining alongside his mouth between them. 

Matty had big hands, the type basketball players and athletes usually had. His finger pushing into you felt like two of yours, and you immediately clenched around him, borderline pornographic moans spilling from your lips. Pumping in and out of you, that paired with the stimulation of his tongue had your head spinning and the world around you blurring as he added another digit, curling both upwards.

“Good?” you could smack him right now.

Smirking as he hits your g-spot, you squirm under his touch, trying to warn him of your approaching orgasm.

“F-fuck Matty, so good, you’re so good- Ohh god fuck.” your eyes screw shut, and you can feel the elastic in your core tightening as he speeds up, thrusting his fingers in and out of you at an animalistic pace. 

He sucks your clit between his lips, and that's what throws you over the edge. You come, hard, probably harder than you have in your entire life, shaking and twitching as he tries to prolong your orgasm up until you start to move away from him. 

His hand finds your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingertips as your eyes shut, basking in the afterglow of a mind blowing orgasm. You're at peace, completely oblivious as Matty shuffles around for a second, and you hear a shutter. 

It happens so quickly, the photo was already in his hand developing when you finally open your eyes. Matty’s eyes stare back down at you, piercing your soul. In one hand, the camera, and in the other, he holds a fresh polaroid. One of you. 

A blush spreads onto your face when you realize what he had done, covering your cheeks with your hand. Matty breaks eye contact to glance at the picture in his hand, his eyes widening at the sight. 

It was all you, for the first time since you had pulled out that godforsaken camera. Hair strewn over the plush pillows, eyes screwed shut, and Matty’s hand groping your chest as he snapped the picture. You looked fucked out, like the personification of sex itself. 

“Fuckk- you’re so pretty.” The first word sounds like a moan coming from his mouth, but he tries to hide it with the rest of his sentence. The red lipstick across your chest really did it for him, his cock twitching in his panties as he stared at the shiny polaroid. You start to get impatient.

“Why’re you looking at those when you have the real thing right in front of you?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow. You can hear the cogs turning in Matty’s brain as he lowers it from in front of his face. 

Your hands travel up to grope your own tits, slightly smearing the imprint of his name. Letting out an obscene moan, you feel his own hands caress your face, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. 

“Can I?” The question is small. Even in the heat of the moment, Matty always stopped and asked, gently stroking your hair and looking for any and all signs of hesitation. You decide to be mean, putting on a faux confused expression. 

“Can you what?” your voice drips like honey, covering him from head to toe. Feeling him buck against your thigh, you shoot him a look, expecting an answer. 

“Can I fuck you?” he whines, arms holding himself up right next to either sides of your head. “Please.” he adds, his eyes full of want and desperation. You pretend to think about it, averting your eyes and looking at the lamp on the ceiling for a moment while sucking in a deep breath. 

The only thing that can be heard is Matty’s heaving breathing as he continues to buck into your thigh, although involuntarily. He tries to control himself, counting in 7’s and thinking of anything else but the person in front of him. Finally, you open your mouth to speak.

“Fuck me like you mean it, Matthew.”

The speed at which he took off the thin lace panties confining him could be recorded as a world record. Basically ripping them off, he throws them onto the steadily growing pile of clothing in the corner. Gasping for air, his eyes roll to the back of his head when your hand meets his throat, pressing against each side. 

You hum, and Matty snaps back into reality, and you feel his hard cock leaking against your thigh. You wonder how long he had been sitting there, on the bed, waiting for your return. Did he touch himself? Has he cum already today? Or was he good and waited for you to give him what he really wanted. 

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” you ask, right before he was about to push into you. The question takes him aback, and he nods his head.

“Only a bit, to get myself hard for you.” his voice shakes in anticipation as you process his answer. 

“You didnt cum?” Matty shakes his head, curls moving with him. 

“No I didn't, I promise. I waited for you. Only want you.” he mumbles into your hair, breathing in the scent of your conditioner. 

You finally nod, hands pressing against his back, giving him the official go-ahead. 

The moment the tip of his cock brushed against your entrance, his voice cracked. Loud moans spilled out of his mouth and directly into your ears as he pushed himself all the way inside of you, making you whimper at the stretch. 

You both lay like that for a moment, before you finally tap him, telling him to move. When he finally does, he thrusts himself all the way back into you, making you cry out, nails digging into his back. 

The animalistic nature of his thrusts makes you feel lightheaded, gripping onto Matty for dear life. He murmurs incoherent cries of pleasure into your hair, his hands moving down to grip your hips, meeting his thrusts halfway. 

“So gorgeous, no one can compare. Feel so fucking good too, oh my go-” you clench around him, effectively cutting him off. The feel of his hands digging into your skin is painful, mixing in with the pleasure blooming between your thighs perfectly. 

He doesn't let up, keeping a steady rhythm as his moans become more high pitched, signaling to you (and probably the whole neighborhood) that he was rapidly approaching the edge. 

“Please let me cum, you feel so good- oh my god. You’re so wet- and warm fuckk- a-ah.” His words feed your ego, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in incredibly deeper. 

Sweat beads on your forehead, and you see him pull away from the crook of your neck to stare at his name scrawled across your chest. The lipstick had started to properly smear, red running down your skin, painting it. 

“C’mon, come f’me, such a good boy, go on, I know you can do it-” a guttural moan falls from Matty’s lips, his thrusts getting sloppier, cock slamming into that sweet spot inside of you over and over and over. 

You come for the second time that night, your vision whites out as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. Stars dance behind closed eyelids and he slowed down slightly, giving you time to catch your breath.  

“You like it when I call you a good boy? You're being so good- fuck filling me up-” This was all about Matty now, and you were determined to give him the most mind blowing orgasm of his life.

His dick twitches inside of you as you tell him to keep going, to use you to get off. Eyes widening in shock at your statement, his face quickly morphed into undeniable pleasure as his cock dragged along your plush walls, the friction sending him into what seemed like an alternate dimension. 

“I look pretty, don't i? Look at your name on my chest.” you breath, your hands cupping your chest, gesturing to the bold red of his name. Matty. 

 “You're mine, no one else’s” his possessive side finally truly comes out to play, words spilling out from his lips before he could even properly think about them.

“I’m yours, only yours, my perfect boy, fuckk” you egg him on, your hands moving to his back, digging your nails into the muscle. You dig deep enough to draw a bit of blood, and Matty groans, raspy and desperate to fucking come.

“You’re perfect, fuckin’ made for me.” He right there, and you know it, 

“Matty, you’re so good to me, so pretty- all for me, isn’t it?” you voice drips with lust, determined to make him finally fall over the edge. 

“Oh god- fuck- A-ahh.” His voice is high, higher than yours even. He spills into you, his come filling you up to the brim. You moan at the sensation, pulling him in for a messy kiss, your teeth clashing together.

Matty flops on top of you, your chests pressed together as you continue your post-fuck makeout session. You can feel his come leaking out of you, pressing your thighs together to keep it off the bed. 

“Why’re you so tense? I just gave you the best orgasm of your life, thank you.” of course Matty would say something like that, cocky and egotistical as ever. Your roll your eyes, debating on telling him or not.

“You just came inside of me, it's not like it just disappears.” his eyes widen in realization, and you laugh sheepishly, your face growing red. A grin spreads onto his face, and his head suddenly disappears from view. 

“Let me just-” you feel his tongue in between your thighs once again, lapping up the remnants of his own orgasm. You shudder at the feeling, the overstimulation being almost too much. 

He crawls back up to kiss you again. It's chaste, innocent almost, barely even a peck. 

You can feel him shuffling around again, reaching to the side to grab something. The picture. He holds it up so you can both see it. 

“Can I at least wank to this one? Since you have all those others of mine you constantly get off to.” he tries to sound indifferent, but deep down, you know he’s begging for your approval. 

“How do you know I get off to them?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at him. Matty just laughs in your face, not realizing you were serious. How did he know? 

“You're not slick, the walls are thin.” he gives you a wink, and you blush a deep shade of red, rolling your eyes at him. He sees right through your act, but chooses to leave you be. 

Night had already fallen, and both of you were too exhausted to even move from your spot. Matty had switched with you, laying your head onto his chest, letting you use it as a makeshift pillow. It wasn't even 20 minutes before his soft snores filled the room, gracing your ears. 

You smile to yourself, feeling his hand still in your hand from where he was stroking it. One though was clear in your mind, and you speak softly.

"I love you so much, I'm never letting you go."  

[diresquid]

I finished The Acolyte and i noticed some things that really got me and made me go crazy over that I’ll share with you all cause why not

(Warning spoilers)

Ok first of all watching the finale for the second time made me realize even more things than I did the first time like how in the beginning osha said she had a vision of Mae holding a lightsaber but not using it with her hand outstretched killing Sol and originally I thought she meant when Mae is holding the saber and then throws it aside (and maybe I’m stupid for not realizing the first time)but then I realized that the vision is actually her killing Sol herself but she thought it was Mae and I thought that was really amazing

Also how she went to the planet to save sol but that was the very thing that led to his death ( which is also like almost an exact parallel of Anakin which is beautiful)

I thought it was really interesting how at the beginning both sisters are angry and struggling with what happened on Brendok and Mae chooses to hunt down and kill the Jedi as revenge and in anger and osha tries to bring Mae to justice but at the end when the whole truth comes out Mae refuses to kill Sol and wants him to be brought to justice and Osha is the one who kills him in cold blood out of anger which really shows how the sisters have switched places over the course of the show

(Which is mirrored by the way at the end it is Mae wearing Osha’s white clothes showing her turn to the light and justice while Osha wears Mae’s black clothes and gives into her anger)

Also I love how perfectly they set up her killing Sol like they specifically have her say that she failed at being a Jedi because she couldn’t control her negative emotions and couldn’t cope with what she’d lost and she was attacking Mae with clearly a lot of emotion and then when she finds out it was Sol and that he lied to her all this time she once again couldn’t control those emotions and ended up killing him even though he was her master and she went to the planet to save him

(Also adding on that they way she choked him as she was saying how much he loved her and the way he told her it was ok basically forgiving her as she was killing him I mean he obviously made a lot of mistakes but no one can deny how much he loved her which just makes his death so much sadder cause really everything he did was for her even if he was also somewhat selfish at times)

Another thing is just how on Brendok the Jedi blamed Mae both for Osha’s sake and to hide their own actions but it all came out later and really hurt them all but now Vernestra is doing the exact same thing which is probably going to send everything into a huge downward spiral

Alright a couple things to finish up

what is Plagueis doing there??? Honestly I don’t even want to know but that’s slightly scary for season two

Also can we all agree that Vernestra’s purple light whip is cool as hell? Cause I feel like it doesn’t get enough recognition

Alright last of all rip to my favorites Sol Jecki and Yord the three of them deserved better and I wish we got to see more of them (especially jecki and yord in that manner)

Alright sorry this post got really long and it’s honestly just my ramblings that no one needs to hear but you’re getting them anyway

Enjoy

[abuddyforeveryseason]

More fun with gradient maps. Remember Dean?

He doesn't go to school, because he learns in a science bed his grandpop made. And sometimes it gets really hot in the bed his grandpop made...

Anyway, here's Dean in some different colored outfits:

A rainbow pallete, for starters. This one was actually the hardest one to make.

A blue and orange set a bit like what Deathstroke would wear to prom.

I'm pretty sure my granddad owned those two.

Some seventies' themed looks.

Thes ones are more sedate.

Fancy, fancy.

Different tie/suit combinations here.

Green and purple, very Marvel supervillain themed...

More tacky, seventies stuff.

And, finally, something in my own pallete. Which unfortunately, doesn't look as good. But, that's the price you must be willing to take when you experiment with stuff like that.

I solved the problem of the black lines not showing up on different gradients by converting the image into a black-and-white vector, using Inkscape, and saving it as an upper layer.

In fact, I did some more experimenting with Inkscape.

See, this is Kim, Triana's good friend. At least, before she started hanging out with some preppies and got all christian-y.

I basically converted the image into a vector and recolored it. That makes it easy to change single colors in the image, directly on Inkscape:

They look like Mortal Kombat characters. Remember, when all the ninja girls looked the same, only different colored outfits?

I can also change other colors, like the highlights:

Or the skin tone:

Or change everything, make a completely different (and rather garish) look:

Inkscape's more complicated, but the good thing is, I can change a vector's colors independently, like in this image:

And change the character's look completely, like this:

Or even do something that's a complete mix of elements, like this one:

By the way, has anyone ever played Silhouette Mirage?

[cezulian]

FUCK!!!!!! I just had a VERY detailed dream about next Gorillaz phase being Ace-centric and it was actually so detailed and had motif and themes and everything (black and white, and then bright purple-pink stuff that turned blue under certain conditions, and it was all set in like a huge weird factory/lab/prison like it was very Aperture Science meets like 60s horror movie posters with like the dynamic shading and everything.) and the plot was something like Murdoc came back to Gorillaz but needed to do something with Ace, so he either 1. gave him over to whatever this shady lab facility is (it had a corporate name but I don’t remember. NOT Feel Good Inc.) for some profit or 2. The band was touring the facility and Murdoc basically shoved Ace in a thing that’s used for some kind of containment and locks automatically and everyone just kind of carried on.

Anyway it was this whole thing where Ace has been in there since 2019 and now for whatever reason the band is back at this place and its all fucked and weird and only semi-operational. Homeboy escaped at some point and now he’s hunting, murdering, etc. in an environment he now knows very well and its kind of unknown what stuff this place did to him or to any of the people they did tests on?? From what I remember there was something about a huge computerized helmet-thing that came from the ceiling but idk what it did. There was also something about some of that purple-pink substance I mentioned before where it was maybe implied to be blood but altered by experimentation and it made people go crazy, but after a certain point it turned blue and became an addictive substance. It was a thing in spray cans where things sprayed that purple-pink brought test subjects to that point, like attracted them, but once it went blue they craved it, idk. I just woke up.

But yeah there was a whole trailer and the Gorillaz website changed and the symbol was like a black background with a white triangle and Ace’s kind of distorted shadow, like he was standing in a doorway, within that triangle??? There was a vr promo thing for it where you were on a tour of the facility in some kind of vehicle on a track and you had to make the right choices or else Ace would fucking get you.

I remember IN THE DREAM I was like “I can’t believe this is real” I said it like four times I’m so angry I’m so mad I thought this was a thing

[myriadeclipse]

listen to me. listen to meee. the most obvious example of this really is in their color scheme being yellow/white and purple/black. jasper’s the one who designed these too so the contrast was intentional

but also. also. hendrik continues to state that it was jasper who was his guiding light and that he wouldn’t be the guy he is today if it weren’t for him. hendrik still hasn’t really overcome a lot of his fears but he’s able to put on a brave face because jasper could and often did. we even see hendrik crying for jasper’s sake because he wouldn’t cry himself. hendrik follows jasper’s example in their younger years which already gives him the common light and shadow dynamic that’s already present within the party (and even with jasper not being playable hendrik becomes the moon to sylvando’s sun but i don’t think it works as well as the other party members aaanyway)

and obviously, when young jasper never really had anyone to look up to. he basically paved the way on his own because it’s what his mother wanted. he’s described as a child prodigy, someone who burns very brightly with the light of potential and he feels the need to live up to that

so as kids jasper and hendrik do kind of have the classic sun and moon dynamic. the sun takes lead, and the moon borrows that light to shine in its own way. but as adults jasper burns out, he becomes the sun in a destructive way; obsessive and passionate for all of the wrong reasons. hendrik in turn gets the glory and shines brighter, and especially prominent after yggdrasil falls, he becomes the moon in a protective way; a quiet and gentle savior, a silent protector

i’m putting my tinfoil hat on for this one now too but also ALSO. i think about the shot where jasper first turns into his unbound form and his figure is basically engulfed by the moon. we see jasper in a state where he’s really far gone from who he was and it’s in front of a moon. the shadows don’t fit him quite right, everything about moon imagery with him is unnatural. not only that, if we’re to assume the moon is represented by hendrik, i think the fact the moon makes him look really small in comparison in that shot is also…visual storytelling. cos. you know. now on the other hand in act 3, you fight jasper’s spirit in front of a setting sun…one that isn’t dramatized for size. he even disappears in front of it. it’s him coming back to what he was always meant to be, hendrik’s equal and guide forward. now to be fair i don’t think that’s actually intentional, i think they were just going with the typical darkness bad light good thing but see that’s the cool thing about art. i can interpret it however i want

despite jasper succumbing to darkness and hendrik eventually finding his way to the side of the heroes the two of them are meant to be sun and moon coded respectively in this essay i will

[yridenergyridenergy]

Phalaris Vol.II - KBS Hall [2023/05/05] live report

Setlist

Hibiki

Schadenfreude

Mouai ni shosu

Devote my life

Utsutsu, Bouga o Kurau

Ningen wo Kaburu

13

Uroko

Eddie

GRIEF

Gaika chinmoku

Otogi

The Perfume of Sins

Encore

JEALOUS

Sangeki no yoru

Utafumi

T.D.F.F.

Sustain the untruth

Encore 2

un deux

Man, I'm really not at my best, giving my all, when I'm squeezed hot and wet among so many people. Not to mention fighting so that people who had higher numbers don't reach the front, like the official message strictly prohibits.

Regardless, the show was very intense.

The backdrop was a huge, epic tapestry of the Phalaris head with flames. The entire show consisted of lights, there was no screen this time.

A tech came with a basket and distributed Thermos bottles, water bottles with and without straws, as well as towels for each member's spot. At Kyo's, he left something like eight bottles of water, only two had straws, so you could guess that something was going to happen with the rest.

The members started coming in and the theme tonight seemed to be more white: Shinya was as usual, Toshiya's veil and upper draping were white this time, Die I think had some white too, Kaoru wore a black+white suit with different patterns for the top and bottom and either a tie or a dress shirt underneath whose lining made an 8 shape kind of. Kyo was in contrast, wearing a black G.I.S.M. shirt with a kind of white shinigami creature on it, and black pants with large pockets and a long belt.

The show went on basically like usual. Toshiya had so much drama in his moves, the way he poses with his hand hiding his face. He also blew away his white veil exaggeratedly as he turned around after the first song, but that veil quickly left his head. Yet, he may as well have still been wearing it, because his hair made a puffy curtain over his face. Everyone on site got so hot so quickly. Toshiya's abs got shown very early on. An hour more of those and I will have them memorized.

Schadenfreude is definitely basked in red and purple light. This time, the whole crowd shouted every: "Ikedomo jigoku ka", which didn't seem to delight or faze Kyo either way.

At the end of Utsutsu, Bouga o Kurau, it was obvious what Kyo wanted us to sing, but people started the "nananananana" way too early. Kyo's face went dead, clearly disappointed. We weren't a lot who were well-timed.

In the following song though, everybody redeemed themselves. We sang each backup vocal and Kyo had us sing the entire last paragraph. He seemed to say: "Yeah, this is your moment."

13 gets more and more intense, I feel. And the way Kyo walks so slowly onto his crate using the side step for the final chorus, as though contemplating the finality of it. Ugh.

The next two songs, Uroko and Eddie, feel like a blur. When the first notes of both Eddie amd T.D.F.F. start playing, it really sets off Kyo and he moves around a lot.

Kyo was even less coordinated when it came to the clapping part in GRIEF today. Well, mocking our clapping part that he had initiated himself years ago. And the growls were all raw throughout this song.

It felt so odd to witness Toshiya's backup vocals during Gaika chinmoku after working on that compilation, but it was great! Kyo repeated and repeated the ending lyrics way after the music ended, deploying everything his throat had to offer.

Otogi came and the stage was again bathed in red. Kaoru's guitar white noise seemed shorter than before. Toshiya traced from the top of his head to the ground in general at the beginning, and even Kyo was less sensual than in Yokosuka. Anyhow, not many fans seemed to be into Otogi, from what I could see. By the way, Kyo does not sing the high-pitched "Tadaakada"s; recordings are played instead.

For the last song of the main setlist, Kyo mumbled and growled stuff with his mic on the stand, long enough that I thought he wouldn't catch enough breath to growl "Nose, Eyes, Ears" but hot damn he did and the crowd went crazy for the entire song.

The members then left swiftly, some raising their hands on their way out. We called for encore immediately. After what seemed like forever, they came back. Shinya wore black pants and a black shirt; Die was dressed similarly but his shirt was more like a black, plunging V-neck tank top; Toshiya kept his black shorts and lacey skirt but put on a white sleeveless button shirt that he has definitely worn in the past; Kaoru had a classic black dress shirt, I think? Kyo just changed to the same Japanese heavy metal shirt that he had for the encore at Yokosuka.

Jealous started playing and everyone knew we were getting something special. The band played it without much passion or interaction though. In fact, Kyo sang essentially like the studio recording, face blank. The second song, maybe even more special, Sangeki no yoru, had a bit more passion, based on the fact that he added some screaming to some of the last lines, but that's it. Oh but most of the members (Die and Toshiya, as well as Kaoru I think?) were mouthing the lyrics to one of the songs during the encore. Not sure which.

The rest of the encore is where the band picked up the beat and intensity. I can't remember exactly when, but I feel like we also had to sing a lot in Utafumi and Sustain the Untruth, as well as all the "fucker"s and Ms in T.D.F.F. The crowd just kept moving in inorderly waves, especially when the members came up close on stage.

Kyo clapped and mouthed "bye bye", then left appearing satisfied. Toshiya sprayed us with water and the four remaining members threw their stuff. I don't think they drenched their towels to send them that far? Just tied them in a knot. Toshiya was all smiles, at the end and throughout most of the show. I remember how he just kicked that left leg onto Kyo's crate during one of the encore's songs, like it was nothing.

They left and the ending instrumental played three, four times, with the pre-recorded message that the show is finished being repeated at least twice too. Staff tried to ask us to leave, but we continuee to shout a chaotic mess of "encore" and "Dir en grey". Finally, Dir en grey returned! Kyo (who had removed the black, horizontal makeup he had during the ahow) said something about the crowd being loud enough for the encore, so they came back, but wondering if it had been loud during the main setlist. That's probably echoed in his recent Twitter post about him wanting tomorrow to be a continuation from that last point of intensity.

Un deux was played and at that point I barely had two feet on the ground, we were moved left and right. All I could see was Kyo and he was smiling a lot. I think he took off his earpieces entirely, had us sing and was glad we kept doing so even as he went on with his job eventually. Then, I think that the four other members left really quickly, because it was soon just Kyo having fun baptizing people in the front row with the many bottles of water that he had in the back. He was grinning so much, until he reached the right side of the stage and then looked dead serious on drenching the person to the last bit. He'd throw the bottle cap vigorously into the crowd, empty the bottle and then either gently hand it to a fan or throw it careless away in the crowd. He left looking happy!

We then finally turned around to leave, and I think that because we saw that cameras in the back had been filming us, we started clapping at some point, just to reiterate our joy.

Besides the two old songs played at the beginning of the encore and the double encore with un deux, it felt essentially like any normal show. Kyo even kept calling out for us as "Kyoto", while I expected him to say: "knot" or "a knot". Also, even the a knot 25th anniversary does not get Kamuy? What will it take?

Last note: Kyo was definitely filmed and there were cameras in the back too. Not sure about the rest, but it sounds like this could go out onto a DVD?

[2n2n]

miss 2n2n... ! ! can you list your absolute favorite outfits for Tsukasa? Across canon, AUs, or even one-time illustrations? (Maybe... Amane also? If you wouldn't mind! 🙏)

YOSH! HERE WE GO! I'll do my best ... to remember them all!!

I'll put it under a cut because it will be so damn long

TSUKASA!!! first!

Honestly, #1 best most favorite outfit is... his stock-standard kimono+hakama+western shirt set-up. You know in many series, you really are chomping at the bit for an outfit change, not SO for Jibaku Shounen!!!!

every detail is so entrancing. and so fitting for Tsukasa. The dark black silk with a shimmering texture, very oversized and slouched over his shoulders, nearly falling off, carelessly slack. It conveys his demeanor perfectly ... a kind of sloppiness that actually is naturally graceful and feminine? The kimono bowing outwards creates an amazing 'frame' for his chest, and the slit at the center, creating some sort of, truly intoxicating Zone. The shirt lacks prominent visible buttons, more sleek than Hanako.....

~~~~ zone of pure luxury~~~~~~~

The hakama meanwhile with its front-bow, just continues the party, attention drawn there for shots when Aida wants you to be forced to gaze at his crotch uncontrollably. The many straps also pulling everything in about the waist, pinching, remind you that he's really tiny under there, under all the extra kimono fabric. I really like how utterly microscopic he feels beneath it all. The hakama really billows and floats and lifts up with twirls and air like a pleated skirt, so scenes of him showing off are breathtaking. But the shoes+socks that match Hanako ALMOST lend this, bizarre, crossdressing vibe to the whole feminine allure, I have no idea how to put it. But I love that the red finally comes into play there, and his top and bottom mirror his brother to call back to their twinhood.

I love that the inner fabric is often colored a blood red, it's just again so lurid and entrancing.

so hard to really order the rest! it'll get looser.

TANABATA MATCHING YUKATA BOYS!!!! ACK ACK ACK

The reveal of these yukata hit me like a truck at the time I saw them. Amane in the dark, moon-themed yukata, while Tsukasa wears the light, sun-themed attire; for both boys, this is one of the top outfits for them. GORGEOUS, HEARTBREAKING, MAKES ME EMOTIONAL. I LOVE that they are TRADING their usual symbolic imagery, adorned in one another's imagery .. some lovely symbol of, connection, adoration? I LOVE THE BIG BOW OBI!!!! I love that Amane's is a rich, vibrant color to contrast his, while Tsukasa's is dark! MATCHING DINOSAUR MASKS!!! This-- image is everything, it's like, eviscerating me every time. I wish they could figure out kissing at this day,,, like this. Beautiful utterly agonizing outfits.

I really love Ghost Hotel boy!!!

the night-time blouse is just so cute and... thematic? Scary, haha? It implies so much so quickly, so narratively effective, it's a perfect pairing for the overtly sinister vampire Amane. I love, love the pillow and blanket, further alluding that he was killed in BED, and, the little frills and flounces on it. He feels so simple and humble, and yet, the long trailing tail also makes it feel like a dress or night-gown, right? White is always nice on an innocent Tsukasa!

now we get into more ah, random boys?

fucking dinosaur kigu boys top tier amazing

incredible. I dunno I love that Tsukasa's is red and purple. Amane's is this green and red (green feels so basic in a way...). I love that Tsukasa has the really cool and exotic toys of mosasaur (?) and plesiosaur (?) while Amane has more basic triceratops and trex. He really is 'normal'. I love that they have, on their, white tops under the kigu??? Why lol? Their respective different collars are seen. Why did this image happen? I don't know, but, it's fantastic, and, I love to see it.... please have fun boys....

a boy of jimmy jams....

from a random Picture Perfect era image. Little dinosaur in his pocket... holding his halo in his hand... long looong shirt, like dress, cute bow on chest.... his top looks longer and more dress-ish than Amane's, which has a trim more similar to his gakuran. Tsukasa looks nice in white as always! I wish he was always this comfy looking.

overall, I love Tsukasa in more frilly, fanciful, ornate clothing. these petal-like sleeves... evoking flowers or feathers... he is Amane's protected treasure, isn't he?

a delicate flower, your otouto you killed. Wonderful! I guess in this kind of garb, it feels like taking what the hakama+kimono provides, and, just increases the volume, this, graceful and pretty quality of Tsukasa's, something Amane lacks.

overall, I love traditional clothing for Tsukasa, so I loved this boy, too.

in particular I REALLY like the striped bow cinching it, and the placement of the bow more askew, all irregularly off to the side and slack, it's very 'Tsukasa'! It has so much going on with its patterns.... and with this emerald butterfly fan, again that, wonderful feminine grace is happening, right? Love it.

the. grim reaper

the Tsukasa from the 'Ace King' or whatever cardset AU. This Tsukasa's Amane is implied to have taken his fucking eyes out? And now he appears to live beneath Amane's DERANGED EVIL CORPSE ARMY KINGDOM OF ASH AND BONE castle. Amane is so overtly VILLAINOUS in that AU, and the Tsukasa to match him is this-- CLOWNISH, SILLY, FUNNY LITTLE GRIM REAPER THING???? WHAT ARE WE DOING IN THIS AU??? Will we EVER know more???? But like the look is wonderful, I love the jester collar drooping around his neck, I love the striped pants, I love the scythe, gloves. I think about him. Would love to know you.

this guy....

now this 'sort of' outfit isn't typically my thing but it has a lot of details that make me go, "hi?" like, seemingly Tsukasa wearing the world's shortest shorts under his ...... skirt? hakama? I cannot tell where the shirt/top ends and the 'hakama' begins so it has a weird dress vibe, but a dress with the big hakama slits in the side, making it some sortof slutty outfit. I could stare at this for a long time and still not UNDERSTAND what his clothes are doing. He really feels like he forgot to wear pants.

AND NOW.... AMANE TIME!!!!

well, honestly, it's all the same as before: his standard outfit is, phenomenal. Change nothing about it. I LOVE the gakuran, and I LOVE the mods AidaIro have made to the standard gakuran to customize it to Amane.

He feels like a labor of love, as he didn't ALWAYS have the red trim along the edges of his jacket .. it was added in after the pilot. It really creates this lewd picture frame, and like Tsukasa's hakama bow, it makes you zero in on his crotch in some images. All this... shocking red, right at his waist, in a perfect ^. Ugh... what deranged madman came up with that trim? As a result of it, his red motif carried from hat, to trim, to socks-- HIS SOCKS, WHICH ALSO, DID NOT USED TO SHOW ALL THE TIME!!! In early volumes, Amane's pants are long enough to basically always cover his ankles, save for certain poses! BUT AIDA BECOMES.. OBSESSED WITH EXPOSING HIS RED KNITTED SOCKS! And... I don't blame her!! They are the PERFECT little flirtation of color, but at this point, his school slacks are like capris, lol. It's so unique, then.

The material of his jacket is so... vividly thick, but tight, it always wraps around his ribcage tightly. I love how viscerally it 'shelfs' on top of his thick, leather belt; you can always make out the shape of his belt beneath the jacket. It 'rests' on top of the belt. The belt, which almost always peeks its buckle just through the ^ of the gakuran's petals, which so resemble the roof of the red house in their shapes-- ALSO A DETAIL AIDA DID NOT START THIS MANGA DOING, but gradually became addicted to depicting..... perfected.... the belt.....

His ever-deeply-tucked-in shirt often baaaaarely teased as the jacket rides up, ugh, this flash of white, I live for it, it feels tantalizing.

Meanwhile, the high collar feels tight, enclosed, so the moment even 1 button of the gakuran is wrestled open by shenanigans, it feels like a great loosening of Amane's strictures. The softer, wrinklier fabric of his undershirt feels delicate beneath, but is so clustered. His neck is such an incredibly busy zone, shots that detail it are very captivating to me. The double-collar is decadent.

His buttons are so cartoonishly big they make him look like a gingerbread man, he has 1 fewer than the typical gakuran, for some reason, so there are too few of them to be spaced sanely at a normal size, so they have to increase in size to spread over the area it seems. They are like huge gumdrops. I want to eat them off. Homf. The sakura detail beveled on the buttons is pretty normal for a gakuran of certain era, very ornate and beautiful detail though on an otherwise sleek boy. A touch of something delicate for flower-boy....

The gakuran has shoulder pads, which make these pointed tips out of Amane's slim weedy shoulders, giving him a more traditionally masculine appearance. It's imposing and impressive and boyish, I dunno...

Amane feels like a sleek sports car, he's so tastefully tricked out in key zones, but mostly a smooth silhouette ... and then his tsueshiro adds that little flavor of, what at first comes across as heroic and mystical, but carries a kinda, Villain In A Cape vibe as the manga goes on.

He feels.. incredibly 'held in place'-- everything is TIGHT, MULTILAYERED, KEPT IN LINE. When merely his HAT comes off or is pulled askew, it feels like Amane is falling apart!! If I think about him just finally taking off the jacket, I'll faint.... its the perfect outfit, it makes you want to peel him apart, beg him to let go of, something, let loose, untie-- perfect contrast to Tsukasa's loose, draping, pleating, billowing, floating fabrics, falling off his shoulders, pulling from his chest....

DELUXE VERSION DINOSAUR ACCESSORIES SPECIAL BOY!!!

THE DRIP!!!!! HE HAS IT ALL.... HANDSOMENESS OF GHOST, CHARM OF NORMAL BOY WHO LOVE DINOSAUR, IT'S THE POWER OF AMANE--!!!!

as for other Amane......... I love TURTLENECK BOY. who is FREQUENT

in random images, in AUs, whenever wherever possible, Amane's gakuran is replaced by an equally stylish and captivating black turtleneck.... fucking sexy!!!!! fucking elegant!!!!!!!! hot!!!!!!!! I have nothing else to say, it just looks soooo good!!!! PLEASE, 100 MORE IMAGES OF TURTLENECK AMANE...!!! High collars are just suited to him through and through... in any world!!!

if I had to pick a fav here though it'd be the ice skating boy, I really love the slack jacket over top the turtleneck... and he feels so small, beneath everything, its nice to see him wearing less. All the other boys have multiple layers as Amane typically does, a jacket over top of the turtleneck.... but that one at least has it shrugged down, which makes him feel so small..... ♥

As much as I like Tsukasa in beautiful traditional clothing, I love Amane in it, too! But it's rarer for him to wear it (and often he wears his ENTIRE GAKURAN underneath it, which honestly ruins it, come on!!!)

this gold color is utterly irresistible on him, matching his eyes.... I love when Amane gets put in gold, overall, but its rarely an outfit I really like... I feel so lucky he has gold in this! Rare illustration! the white shirt more exposed is gorgeous.... its so rewarding to see Amane in an outfit like Tsukasa's... he can be beautiful too sometimes maybeee~~ heehee~~

on a similar wavelength, I really like the shroud he dons to save Yashiro from the village people in Sumire's boundary .... despite that he's wearing his whole damn outfit under it,

the veil being a golden-orange is just so beautiful on him, his eyes brought out... the white fabric otherwise, quite rare on the sinful Amane, its very lovely...

next up... I love when Amane looks so Normal.

when he is just a normal boy in normal clothes, extremely... simple... plain... I don't know... he feels so 'Amane'.... this feels like the ... earnest... real.... boy. The boy, Amane... its like. He is my boyfriend suddenly. My normal, normal boyfriend. In his shirt and pants and sneakers. We will ride the bus home. I would love to go on a date with him *touches screen* ah.... so nice to see like this... I want 100 very normal Amane images..... he likes to, read books. He likes rocket ship and dinosaur. Normal normal normal boy

speaking of normal boys,

urrgghhh normal boy ... bandaids on his knees... all over his hands....... it's AMAZING to see AMANE in such, utterly mundane, modern day clothes, this dressed down, this casual, it's like WHAT???? red sweater. He is so cuuuuuute argh. Going to take care of his hamster,, and rat, Nene and Tsukasa. Godbless, what a wonderful caretaker I'm sure he is. I'm sure they have no hope of ever escaping him. And who would want to...? This is a once in a lifetime boy....

Speaking of normal boys,

I like Amane in pajamas too.... ♥ ah so simple and charming and cute and sweet.... its so nice to see him in something comfortable and easygoing, loose. A simpler time, right? Not so preened and conditioned, not held in place.... rolling around with his brother... sigh!!

Those are the ultimate favorites for Amane, but there are more wildcards of 'images I sure do think about a lot or look at a lot'.................................

I think about this Amane a lot. He's dressed like some sort of, 1950s, dad, what the fuck ... the plaid pants, its like, christmas morning and he's come down to sit on his special leather chair with his, wife, Nene. He's wearing like. a smoking jacket or something. The textures on it are absolutely tantalizing though, I'm pretty weak to this era of robes actually ... and Amane in such casual slack flannel pants, urgh. What an inexplicable look. It's somehow still pretty 'Amane' .... why is he in a tie if hes otherwise in such "just chilling around the house" wear? I'll never know ... he's pretty nice with it though. I would like to blow him...... ?

this is one classic boy.

very captivated by his knitted undershirt's thick texture, its tightness, and his legwarmers or thick socks... his red, tights...?? His short jacket is VERY alluring, just covering his shoulders like a tiny cape.... ornate around his wrists, big button in the center, he's simply incredibly handsome ....

ohhh the valentine's boy ....

This sort of outfit is honestly more 'busy' than I typically like (I'm not really the sort of shotacon who likes victorian aesthetics ... I'm no Ciel stan, you know?) ... but I'll be damned if Aida doesn't make me, like it, with the crazy details. I cannot believe Amane is in a CORSET? CORSET? REALLY? Ugh its cinching so appealingly around his waist, accentuating his ribcage JUST like his gakuran does. Feels so small as a result Pinched. The .. METAL COLLAR???? ???? his, married jewelery. His big feathered wings .... this Amane feels like he is, wearing, fetish gear, appalling that he can just look like this. I think the corset combined with the shoulder pads, giving him the same broader shoulders as the gakuran lends, is such a crazy look. I hope some day we get a really nice full-color full-detail illustration of this boy fullbody....

he's. funny

crab boy. from the, era of time where Iro kept going on crab-buffet binges every time the manga got a reprint ordered by the company as it sold out, and went insane only ever sending Aida crab emojis and constantly talking about crab. So you have this Crab Shirt Amane. He looks insane, on the beach in his full fucking black slacks and vintage shoes and knitted socks and an UNDERSHIRT under his CHILL SHIRT because he CANNOT BE IN ANY LESS LAYERS TYPICALLY. He's like, the epitome of Amane's, bizarre, broke ass clothing rules that cannot be broken in canon (unless its as extreme as PP), I don't know, as a result he's quite charming to me .... I look at Crab Boy a lot. I guess as well, Iro used to be so trembling and sobbing and whining and scared of the manga's success, begging it to do well, hoping people liked it, that the Crab Buffet era Iro feels so powerful and like, the energy of this charm is in the beach boy, lovingly so, I would love to go to the beach with him.

here's one very random boy I think of.... stained glass demon lad...

stained glass themeing is so, intriguing, beautiful really. Wonderful colorscheme. He has THIGH HIGH BOOTS and, GREEN, leggings/tights? Very weirdly lewd and eccentric. I like how long his jacket is, I like the colorful shimmering buttons. I like that the stained glass motif is carrying all the way to his hat, unusual. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE his red, red gloves, and sharp nails. Mmm... who is he? We will probably never know a single thing about this aesthetic illustration. Oh yeah, and this Amane has the typical sortof military aesthetic to him.

the white rabbit. pervert . demon haunting me periodically

this is one of those illustrations I typically shrug off as "not exactly 'my thing', I'm not really the Alice in Wonderland AU type, nor am I big on like, almost uh, RPG style crazy weird outfits with like zippers and trenchcoats. BUT. This Amane is like lock-and-key themed. And. it feels. perverse? the. shape of the key ... Nene's decorations being these. red circles. this guy is so . creepy and awful looking and I hate his penis key. I hate his weird GIANT ZIPPER. That he is somehow both lock and key and zipper themed is like, jesus christ, what the hell is going on . I like, hate him, it's such a weird, image, he looks all creepy and gross, HIS WEIRD GLOVED HANDS WITH NAILS ON THEM ........ but it, is also, sortof, sexy, all of this, this, demon of, unzip and unlock. I've just spent so long wrestling with this image, this Amane. But at the end of the day, he can have me. Sigh.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

The neither route was amazing! If you ever get ideas for it pls continue because i found it really interesting. You are a great writer.

Okay! This route actually made me very happy, but unfortunately, as much as I wanted to write it, I didn't know how exactly to do it? If that makes sense?

Context is HERE- The very end of the story is the Neither route.

TW: Anxiety, mentioned nightmares, mentioned Tubbo threatening Ranboo, guilt

I would also like to say that cuddling is platonic.

Left The Game (Plat!C!Ranboo x GN!Reader x Parental!C!Philza) Headcanon/Fic (Part 3???)

Ranboo Beloved joined the game.

(Y/n) (L/n) joined the game.

Michael Underscore-Beloved joined the game.

You and Ranboo tumbled out of the swirling portal and hit the ground with a hard thud, dirt and sand kicking up around you both upon impact.

Before you could comprehend what happened, a small squeal came from behind you and something slammed into your back, causing a groan to pull itself from your chest.

The monochrome male mumbled from beside you, his face practically buried in the grass which caused his words to be muffled.

His crown had rolled a few feet away, and his bags had opened as well, sending a few of his tools scattering, but everything seemed to be intact?

You slurred a mess of words before spitting out the sand that had gathered up in your mouth, attempting to tell the tall male that you were alive.

At least somewhat.

You both knew that you three had to drag yourselves into Phil's house, but the travel was so exhausting. Sleeping in the dirt sounded so tempting...

A quiet whine sounded from the weight on your back, reminding you that Michael had also come into the server with you.

When Ranboo got up, he picked the zombie piglin up from where he sat on your back, allowing you to get up.

You both, plus Michael who was resting on Ranboo's hip, began to pick up everything that had dropped out of the portal with you.

Once everything was gathered up, you three wandered through the iron doors of Philza's home and looked around curiously.

Two cats, one named Pog and one named Champ, came up to you both, chirping and meowing eagerly before pausing suddenly. They most likely expected Phil...

Michael gave a loud squealing noise at the sight of the cats and squirmed out of Ranboo's hold, running over to pet the cats.

Ranboo set off to find food in the chests, scribbling in his memory book the entire time.

You, on the other hand, dug through your bags to find materials you had brought to make three beds. One yellow, one grey and the other (f/c).

Once you placed each of them beside each other, Michael eagerly hopped into the middle one (the yellow one), while Ranboo walked over with plates of steamed carrots and baked potatoes.

"Stressed?" He mumbled softly, watching you stare down at your wrist where the tattoo of a heart with deep grooves in the center rested. The exact place the three hearts tattoos were, "I-I know, it's going to be a little different... But... Maybe it's a good different! ...Please, eat something and then get some sleep. Phil will check on us in the morning, and you know how he can get..."

With a smile, he handed you the plate and a fork before sitting on the floor at the foot of the beds with his own plate. Luckily he had given Michael a golden apple before he had gone to look for food, so the child was quietly drifting off to sleep, "Do... You really think that running was the best option?" You whispered, taking a bite of the vegetables.

"I... What else could we have done?" He frowned, setting his crown beside him before taking a bite of his own food, "We couldn't fight them... and they were definitely not going to let you go so easily. Hell... Tubbo... My own fiance was threatening to kill me because I was talking to you and caring for your burns!" He hissed, tilting his head back with his eyes pinched shut tightly, trying so hard not to cry.

You quickly walked over and moved his plate so it rested on his bed and you wrapped your arms around him tightly. The enderman hybrid eagerly returned the hug, crying into your shoulder so the fabric of your clothes soaked up his tears, "Should... I have just... Accepted their love, and maybe learn to love them back? For everyone's sake?" You whispered, your voice wavering as you tried to keep your composure.

"Absolutely not!" He yanked himself back from your shoulder to give you a glare, "That relationship would not have been healthy whether you loved either of them or not! They would've kept you locked away like a prized possession, and they would've severely hurt anyone who tried to interact with you!"

"I- I know... But..." You glanced down, but Ranboo tilted your head upwards so you were looking at him, but you still avoided eye contact so it didn't make him uncomfortable, "Your... Your relationship..."

Ranboo sighed, "I know. But, I'd rather that he showed me his true colours and I divorced him again for that, rather than him manipulating someone into loving him... and putting everyone else in danger in response. Now. We have a lot to do tomorrow. Finish eating and get some sleep."

The next morning, Philza practically slammed open the iron doors to his own house, looking a tad bit out of breath and a bit frazzled.

Once he saw you, Michael and Ranboo curled up in a small cuddle pile on the three different coloured beds, he gave a loud sigh of relief and adjusted his striped bucket hat.

Thankfully, the father of Minecraft let you three sleep for a little while before waking you and Ranboo up around noon.

First, he gave you both spare elytra's and so you could keep up with his massive black avian wings.

Ranboo's turned into massive black and purple dragon wings, while yours turned into (f/c) (f/a) wings.

Phil showed you both the end realm and his Endlantis, which he gave Ranboo special water protection potions so he could swim through the waters as well.

This man basically treated you three as if you were his own children!

Taught you how to fly.

Taught you how to cook properly.

Everything!

And basically survive with bare minimums.

Once you both got better at flying, a few months later, Philza rEAAALLY wanted to take you to the massive project he called Nether Void.

"Ready, mates?" Philza walked over and ruffled the hair on both your and Ranboo's heads with a soft smile, somehow unbothered by the blistering heat of the hellscape, "Double check your potions, armour durability and food supply."

Ranboo mostly stopped wearing his crown because it had problems staying on when he flew and because it had a lot of memories tied to it, so he didn't want it damaged. He had also stopped wearing his tux, instead, he wore plain black pants and a white ruffled poet shirt with a purple short cape that had a golden trim and gold chains, which was a gift from Philza.

You on the other hand wore something similar but with a(n) (f/c) poet shirt and a(n) (f/c) and gold cape. Your cape was also a gift from the fatherly figure as well, and so was the (f/c) infinity scarf type fabric wrapped around your shoulder over your chest that helped you carry and protect Michael as you flew, "Yep, we're ready to go, Mr. Dadza Minecraft!" You gave him a mock salute with a smile as he laughed.

Ranboo checked on Michael who was nibbling on a golden apple before he helped put the zombie piglin child into your scarf carrier, "Yeah, everyone seems safe!" He chirped softly as he adjusted his cape to spread his wings, shaking them out a bit in the heat of the lava.

"Let's go!" You cheered softly once you made sure Michael was 100% secure and wouldn't fall out somehow, "Food is stocked up and in my bag, as well as Regen and Health pots, and a first aid kit and two extra totems."

Philza gave you a proud father smile and took off first, hovering in the air for a few seconds as he waited for both of you to catch up. Thankfully, he knew very well that you both likely would never be able to catch up to his skill in flying as he had been born with massive feathered wings hundreds of years ago. You and Ranboo had never been into the air until a few months ago. Once you both caught up, he took off and soared through the burning hot nether.

Phil loved telling you both the stories of the lands. The Blaze Empress who lived in the Quartress, the foolish Ender King...

You and Ranboo always listened to his stories with such eagerness, often asking him to retell the stories when you were having a bad day or just wanted to relax.

The elder male actually greatly enjoyed having two children to raise again, even if he didn't have the best track record with sane children.

When he did leave to go to the DreamSMP, he would always promise you both that he would be safe and NEVER left without saying goodbye, even if he was angry or upset with either one of you.

He never wants his last words to someone to be filled with anger or hatred.

Somedays he would go to the SMP, you and Ranboo would not leave the house, just out of fear that he wouldn't come back, or that Tubbo and Tommy would come out instead of Phil.

Both you and Ranboo were plagued by nightmares very often for the first few weeks and woke up in tears in the middle of the night.

As old as Phil was, he had absolutely no problems comforting either of you in the middle of the night, same with Ranboo.

"Here mates..." He whispered softly as he handed you a hot beverage and gave Ranboo a grass block, "You're safe here... I promise. I would have to allow either of them into the server, and that would never happen... Especially now that I know what kind of people my sons are..."

You sighed and put your hand on Ranboo's back as he sobbed into your shoulder, using the fabric of his shirt to dry his tears before they burned his skin, "I know... I know... There's just the overwhelming fear that suddenly I'll wake up and I'll be back in the SMP and-and..." You decided not to finish your sentence, nuzzling into Ranboo's hair to try and keep yourself calm.

"Last I checked... Techno scared them off from the Tundra... But I haven't been in Snowchester or near the Embassy enough to know what Tubbo and Tommy are doing. But Ghostbur said that Tubbo has gone absolutely nuts... And Sam had to steal the nukes so Tubbo wouldn't destroy anything else... He also said Tommy on the other hand hasn't done anything except visit Dream in prison constantly."

Ranboo gave a shaky sigh and glanced over at Michael, most likely extremely happy that he brought his child along so he didn't have to deal with a psychotic Tubbo... Hell, he didn't know what would've happened to his kid if he did leave him. The thought caused him to give a small sob and hide his face again, holding onto you tighter and practically pulling your smaller form into his lap, trying to silently promise you safety and using you to remind him that he wasn't alone.

"We... we can't thank you enough, Phil... Really... You taught us so many life skills, kept us safe and promised us a safe haven... Allowed us to your private server..." You whispered, before feeling the warm cup being taken from your hand before a hand replaced it.

"Honestly... It's the least I can do to protect you both... You two have become two children to me, and, while I haven't been able to raise you from children like Techno, Wil and Tommy..." He didn't continue his sentence, struggling to form sentences, but both you and Ranboo understood and were quick to yank him into your little cuddle pile/hug, the two of you eagerly hugging him.

"Thank you... Dadza..."

[stealcorpses83]

okay so I'm no expert but this is my personal theory for the tenmas' hair color (don't get overwhelmed if you can't read my ass handwriting btw I'll explain everything)

so, in real life, melanin is what gives hair, eyes and skin their color. generally, we think that more melanin = darker features, but there are actually two types of melanin!

eumelanin (or black-brown hair melanin)

pheomelanin (or ginger melanin)

people with black & brown hair have high eumelanin levels, while people with pheomelanin have low eumelanin levels and high pheomelanin levels. people who are low in both are blonde.

applying this to the game, in which there are basically as many hair colors as there are colors, I've thought that there are even more types of melanin.

what would determine the amount of melanin a person has in this universe could be related to color values, which refer to the inherent lightness and darkness of pure colors (like how yellow is lighter than blue even if they've got the exact same settings like saturation and brightness).

in that regard, the values from darker to lighter are blue → purple → red → pink → orange → cold green → warm green → cyan → yellow (which you can check using a b/w filter).

also, another factor is the overall darkness of the color independent of value (dark green implies more melanin than light purple).

I've used three characters to better exemplify this:

Nene: warm green hair + light in color = low melanin levels.

Ena: pink hair + dark in color = high melanin levels.

Mizuki: pink hair + light in color = medium-low melanin levels.

anyways: what the fuck is up with the tenmas (and toya)

this is where eye color comes into play (with the same logic as hair). for toya, he's got part of his hair as extremely high in melanin while the other half is pretty low. however, his eye color is also low, which leads me to the conclusion that he's naturally low in melanin with a high concentration of it in part of his hair — probably due to a genetic mutation similar to heterochromia and vitiligo.

the tenmas have a low melanin concentration in the top of their hair that fades into a more medium tone. their eyes also have medium levels, which leads me to many possible conclusions:

sun exposure: solar radiation may cause a person's hair to fade (especially at the top where it hits the most). I think this would be cute cause like... they spent a lot of time outside... aw.

genetics: again similar to heterochromia/vitiligo.

disease: it's possible that saki's unnamed disease is aplastic anemia, and anemia in general tends to limit melanin production. this doesn't really explain why it's faded like that though... and if it did, it's unlikely that tsukasa is anemic (to a lower extent obviously) cause like... they wouldn't go over that. maybe saki's is natural and tsukasa died his hair to make her feel better?

a combination of these.

rui and an require a whole another rant that I'm not gonna go on right now lol.

anyways, without accounting for the split-hair weirdos (affectionate), here's their melanin levels according to this theory:

this is ignoring their skin tones because sega is afraid of non-paper-white-skin.

yeah I've got some free time. If I'm incorrect in anything I've said please correct me btw.

Figuring out hair genetics in prsk is hell. I just want to know what their kids would look like help me.

Look at this. Wtf is this. Id just do the purple hair and make it idk recessive or smth but. NO. OOTORI OLDEST SIBLING HAS A FUCKING PURPLE HAIR TOO.

So my theory now is:

Purple comes from a co-dominant pink/brown combination (both the brown and the pink genes show up, combinind them and making purple in this case), just changing the color depending on how the genes manifest in each person. Mafuyu actually had a big chance of NOT ending up ourple in this case. The light pink in both the Akiyamas is likely either a light pink/light combo OR a light pink+blonde OR a light pink + white (assuming blonde and white would also work co-dominantly).

So in this case im assuming.

Pink/brown hair (such as mizuena) could end up any range from brown to purple to pink

Brown/purple hair would either go dark purple or brown

Pink/purple hair would go light purple or dark pink

But what about the tenmas who are half blonde wnd half pink hair?

I DONT FUCKINF KNOW??? ANOTHER GENE EXPRESSION THAT MADE THE CO-DOMINANT WORK THAT WAY??? I DOJT KNOOOOOOOOW I HATE THIS *throws table*

[aviatrixcadenza]

For the WIP ask -

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Hey Pyro :D

I feel I should go with my two Among Us wips for this one, huh? warning for death n violence in the first one, oops. Im gonna stick this under a read more, it got long.

So my first is an animation, that haunts me as as all my animations do, set as all good animations should be, to ABBA's Gimme Gimme Gimme (a man after midnight)

its so dark.

Theres lowkey a lot of people dying and gore, oh my god, but its mostly off screen, so hey! this is what is affectionately known as my angst Au, and I have currently story boarded about 24 seconds, when its meant to run over the entire length of the song.

hhh.

Its uh, what I would call the finale of that au? some context, there's two impostors, both with very different reasons for being there, and both with very different reasons for even being imposters. Those two are Pink and Cyan.

Pink, my bastard child, is probably considered the true imposter, but in their defence, they didn't want to be there. Their species, a line of asexually reproducing autonomic plants prone to adaptable mutation, just so happened to have a seed whistling through the vaccum just so happened to pierce the glove of the poor og pink on a spacewalk. in the wake of the 'my glove just got depressurized in vacuum' the seed was missed, and pink (bastard) ate pink (poor bastard) from the inside out, with a unique ability to preserve a certain amount of the og meat's memories, to go along with the inherited memory passed along their family lines.

so pink is pink now, and obviously better than their predecessor bc that guy died and they wont, except theyre on a ship tracking towards a hyperjump, which is really, really bad new for a species that cant survive hyperjumps. also purple, the xenobiologist with a degree in psychology, whom had slowly been befriending them, just straight up asked them if they were an imposter, and they may have panicked and eaten their face, so there's that.

And that kinda kicks off everything.

And then there's Cyan. Cyan is the security officer, and his job is to protect the crew. Cyan is a very decorated, very senior security officer, who should have probably gotten trauma leave, but this is MIRA, because he just came from polus where he was one of only two survivors of a devastating alien viral attack, which cumulated in him having to shoot his not-his-friends-anymore.

Basically, Cyan's crew just got 'The Thing'd, and Cyan....

..well Cyan's been feeling sick lately. Cyan's been bleeding black, lately. Cyan's just came to awareness over the still gurgling body of his junior officer with Cyan's knife in Limes gut, and he's still not sure if he was the one in control, the one who did that or not.

So Cyan's having a fun time.

and thats what ultimately leads into the finale. Of their crew of twelve and one civilian occupant, Lime, Purple, White and Brown are dead, Pink has been revealed to not be pink, Green, Black, Red and Yellow are currently MIA, and Cyan just got ejected by the monster on board. The only crew that Blue, the captain, has been able to find is her second officer, Orange and his very scared child, on her way to the emergency lifepod's after she made a call to scramble the ship, the last broadcast before the internal systems went down. Because the skeld is slowly getting dragged into Polus's gravity, and Blue is very, very scared for her crew.

The Crew in turn, are scattered around the ship, some injured, some fighting to reboot systems to make sure the lifepods can even detach (MIRA incompetency at work again), one no-longer-crew desperately trying to get the engines going so they can commandeer the ship, and one with a gun in hand hunting down the sunovabitch that killed her friends. Red has never handled a gun before, but shes maybe not exactly thinking straight right now.

Because here's the thing. Ghosts are very, very real in my au, and there is a certain lime ghost who does know how, and they've just learned they can affect the physical world still, and whats a little possession with lives on the line?

And here's the last thing. Cyan, poor ejected Cyan floating in the vacuum, the infected imposter fighting against himself to stick to his job to protect and save the crew..

Well, Cyan hasn't had the good manners to die just yet. And Cyan is pissed at Pink.

And that's what kicks off the angst au finale animation :D

Annnnnd then a complete tone change, with a small excerpt from the other, much more comedy Among Us au, aka Define Imposter, aka Lime joins the Idjit Crew (affectionate) aka that Time I Accidentally Wrote a Hallmark Movie in Space, whose current reviews are "I would kill for them and I'm stealing them' from Brass, and 'I hate that I enjoyed it and it was Amogus,' from an anonymous irl, which I feel is pretty good for feedback:

"Captain," Lime stressed, "surely this ship can't be above board - wasn't this particular line of freighters recalled over ten years ago?"

Brown laughed sheepishly, pausing in the hallway, "I mean, technically yes, but ours is pretty refurbished and she’s had some extensive overhaul done to her, so they gave us a pass." 

The lines 'the outer rim’s are short on functioning deep-vacuum capable ships so they run them well past their use-by' and 'no scrapyard mechanic even wants to approach the nest Yellow has going on at the back of the ship' were left unsaid.

"Besides!" Brown chuckled. "She’s a good ship, this old girl. I've been flying her for over the decade, and she's nothing if not reliable." She banged on the wall for emphasis.

Unfortunately that particular poor panel, unable to take anymore in its decades of abuse came loose at browns savagery, falling from the wall with a great clatter, and revealing the Skeld’s innards and some horrifying little charm probably left by Purple, bouncing once then falling flat with a final death rattle.

Both Lime and Brown stared at it, silently, before the captain coughed abruptly into the offending fist. 

"I'm going to go get an engineer to fix that. Good talk, Comm's Officer Lime." Brown nodded stiffly, clapped lime on the shoulder, and broke into a brisk jog down the corridor and around the corner.

Lime felt that small shred of reassurance Brown had just allowed him slip away just as mournfully fast.

Ty for asking! :P

[eroslove88]

Request: Could you do a miruko noncon. I was thinking maybe she could buy the reader from an auction. The readers a bear hybrid but she's really small and timid. And miruko babies her. She breaks her in and maybe she keeps dildos on chairs so the reader is always filled and uses strap ons. She also uses rabbit vibrators(for obvious reasons) sorry if this is alot again 😅 I just really enjoyed your last fic.

Pairing: Yandere Mirko x Bear!Fem. Reader

Warnings: non-con, selling humans (I don't know if it counts as human trafficking), kidnapping, pegging, toys, femdom, Stockholm Syndrome, and hybrids

Notes: Thank you so much! Request from @eyebowlsworld. I hope you enjoy. Also this is surprisingly softer than I originally planned.

Next Part: Punishment

Everything was too much and it was going by too fast. The thing you remember was going for a walk when the sun went down, like you always did. Then a young middle school boy passing you, he was wearing his uniform and a gas mask but when he passed you that's when you saw purple mist and you could barely breathe. The young boy was out of sight and your lungs were begging for air as you were screaming for help. Slowly you started feeling weaker, before falling on your knees and completely knocking out.

You woke up with your small round ears twitching slightly before you opened your eyes and found your wrists bound on your lap as well as in a new outfit, a red sparkly dress with a white necklace around your neck. By the time a worker came to walk you out of stage your face was tear stained and almost as red as your eyes. "For a bear your not very courageous" the man muttered pushing you out of the room where other people layed either crying or still knocked out. You and the others would've started yelling at the top of your lungs but due to someone's quirk, nothing came out.

"Next up we have a fine bear hybrid" the auctioneer said holding a dark brown gavel, "Do I hear $500?" he asks.

"$2000!" a man in the back called out.

A smirk appeared on the auctioneer's face, "$2000! Do I hear a $2500?"

"2500!" a raspy voice called out. You prayed for another person to volunteer.

"Do I hear a 3-" suddenly he was cut off.

"1.6 million" a strong calm voice called out cutting him off completely. "In cash" a woman in a white blazer said holding a grey case. For a rabbit she sure was confident.

"O-One point s-six million!" some people stuttered out. As others gasped at the amount and at who the buyer was. The pro hero herself, Mirko!

"1.6 million! GOING ONCE" you waited looking at the auctioneer's insane face, "GOING TWICE" it was full of pure join, "SOLD" almost as if he had won the lottery.

That's how you got here. Being tossed onto a king sized bed with white covers on it. "S-stop" you said pushing your self back as far as you possibly could before she grabbed you by your ankle and dragged you down towards her.

"My poor baby must be confused" she say's as if she were actually talking to a child. "I bought you, so I own you now silly" you already knew that but you refused to accept it shaking your head as a 'no' to forget where you were right now. "Poor sweet thing" she say's taking off her blazer and pants. "But don't worry I'll go easy on you, I promise" for someone who basically just kidnapped you she was being oddly nice.

She was quick to pull you into a kiss shoving her tongue into your mouth while her free hand started to work on removing your dress. Once it wad fully unzipped she pulled away leaving a clear string of saliva connecting the two of you while you both panted but that still didn't stop her from pulling off the sparkly dress that left glitter behind.

"God your beautiful" she praised as you turned away in embarrassment and your small ears bending slightly. Her strong hands grabbed your legs and threw them over her shoulders ignoring your protests and tears falling from your face and instead kissed them away. When she moved closer thats when you felt it, something was prodding at your entrance causing you to yelp and try to push her with your hands but only to remember that there were cuffed behind you, "I thought you'd like the strap. I picked it just for you" she said ears flopping down. "I promise you'll love this" she growls in your ear before bottoming out. A loud moan came out from your mouth as you threw your head back feeling yourself being stretched. More tears ran down your red face as she let you adjust before setting a nice pace. "You- ahm- seem to be enjoying this" she was right you were dripping and not knowing what to do you hid your face in embarrassment in the crook of her neck. "Aww there there" she comforted stoking the back of your head with her free hand. Nothing made her happier than when you started clawing on her back with your quirk, it made her go to an even faster pace.

It's been about a year since then. You were pretty sure that you were pronounced dead by now but on the bright side Mirko always knows how to make it up to you. Whether it's her fucking you senseless, fisting you, eating you out, or letting you test out one of her new vibrators she always made you happy now. Recently she always wants you to be full so while she's away she'll leave cameras to watch you sit on that black chair with a glass dildo on it and grind until you cum on it.

If you do really good while she's away she'll let you try out her favorite toy, the rabbit vibrator. One those days she'll let you cum plenty of times while she watches you saying, "See how much I love you? If it were anyone else they wouldn't have let you" at this point you just agree to everything she says to keep her happy with you. Even if it's too much to handle, even if you forgot about the auction, even if you forgot what your name was other than baby or cub, even if you forgot about your family and friends it's all about Mirko now. She's the only one who loves you and who ever will.

[jar-of-blueberry-jam]

I definitely think that Logan's gonna reach a breaking point. I don't think that he's going to be snapping at Virgil, though- at least, not for the reasons you mentioned.

Logan has had frustrations with Virgil here and there, but it's never been to the degree of, say, Roman, whom his ideals fundamentally clash with. In fact, through the first half of season 2 and a good bit of season 1, he and Virgil were kinda bros. As the left-brain sides, they were less fantastical, ditzy, and head-in-the-clouds. They shared understanding of one another, and their respective existences served to balance out Patton and Roman.

Logan's also always had a pretty neutral attitude towards the so-called "dark sides." In fact, I don't think he's ever referred to them by that name, at least in serious context. When Janus and Remus showed up, he simply revealed them as they were, calling Deceit and The Duke by their titles before even they had the chance to. While he also has his qualms with the new sides' way of doing things, he certainly doesn't view them as fundamentally bad, or evil, like Roman and (initially) Patton did.

Furthermore, Virgil didn't just "show up;" he's always been there, just as Janus and Remus have. The "dark sides" were hidden to Thomas, but not to Logan. Logan has been working with Virgil since before Thomas knew any of them existed, likely from at least his pre-teen years on. His personification presenting himself to Thomas didn't change anything fundamentally about how he worked.

As far as everything going pear-shaped for Thomas, it's established in the show that the issues and complexes he struggles with have been present for a long time. Even without Virgil's physical presence, Patton maintained a set of unhealthy moral ideals, Roman constantly shot for the stars and set himself up for heartbreak, and Logan lacked empathetic understanding that Thomas needed from him. Virgil making himself known, if anything, gave Thomas the ability to talk with and understand him in a way that led to some form of resolution. It ended up being for the better.

Logan also knows that every side has what they consider to be Thomas' best intentions in mind, and has a history of being the most receptive to ideas that the newer sides bring to the table. He tells Remus that his role has significance in WTIT, and Virgil that he plays a key part in Thomas' decision making in AA, and those are just off the top of my head. He has the fundamental, basic understanding that while every side takes a different approach to helping Thomas, they all want to help; no side is inherently malevolent. Even when Virgil was antagonizing Thomas, he did so out of concern and his own anxieties, and Logan understands that, even if he doesn't find it rational.

In fact, the bad-guy persona that characterized Virgil, and then Janus, and then Remus, most likely holds roots in the other sides' reactions to their respective existences. Because the "light sides" are unable to register the inherent merit of self preservation, self-priority, or personal freedom, I can imagine that this good & evil hierarchy sort of fell into place by nature.

Logan, though, has aforementionedly removed himself from the "light/dark sides" system of thought entirely, knowing that it upholds reductive, puritan ideals. If anything, "dark sides" are little more than a clothing color choice... and Logan chooses to wear more dark than light, anyway. What might that say?

Virgil's character arc, thus far, has been one of self and external acceptance, but also has been a switch from one side (ha) of black-and white thinking to another. He was "bad," and now he's "good," because he used to be mean and secretive and wear black clothes, and now he's just sarcastic and talks about things and also wears purple. Becoming a "light side," though, sort of furthered him into that way of thinking, that good & evil, and if Logan were to be frustrated with Virgil, it would more than likely be over that: his unwillingness to compromise on his hatred for the "dark sides" and his strict adherence towards the "light." That, and his irrational descents into paranoia, but that's more often than not out of Virgil's control, and Logan has caught himself on that before.

You're right that Virgil has no business telling anyone to calm down... because he wouldn't. I don't think he's ever been the one to tell someone else to take a deep breath; he's anxiety. He doesn't do that. Virgil, at his best, understands the severity of situations and emotions, and at worst, blows them entirely out of proportion. He would never be the type to see someone- especially someone who has supported him in the past- be in anger and distress and try to dispell it in a way that I'm sure he knows from experience is ineffectual.

Logan does love patterns of all sorts, enough to know that none of Thomas' problems just spontaneously began once Virgil started to show himself. He also knows that people are deeply unpredictable creatures, and that a quest to reduce the human experience into patterns is futile. When he does snap, I think that whatever pillar of catharsis he chooses isn't going to be directed at the fact that Virgil simply exists as he is.

So in the video where Logan’s gonna snap we all know is coming at some point.

I think Logan is going to blame everything that has happened on Virgil.

(Here’s some sort of incorrect quote of what it could look like sorry in advance)

Virgil- Logan calm down, look, breathe in for four-

Logan- calm down…calm down???? Your the last person who should be telling people to calm down!

From day dot you’ve come in here and ruined everything! We were doing fine before you came here and now look at us Virgil, this has happened all because of you. Ever wonder that, how it all went to shit because you showed up. You don’t need logic to see the patterns here.

(I know this is shit but I physically can’t contain this idea any longer, if any fanfic writers wish to write this better by all means go ahead)

[sxltedcxramel]

Lover’s Quarrel

c!techno x gn!reader

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: ̗̀➛ Summary:  You and Technoblade have been friends for decades, always by each other’s side you two faught alongside each other. That was once in a lifetime, and should never happen again. Unfortunately life doesn’t play out that way and you happen to need him one more time... or maybe they’ll be a change in plans?

: ̗̀➛ Word Count: 1515

: ̗̀➛ Chapters: 1/1

: ̗̀➛ Tag(s): No beta reader we die like ghostbur, c!techno, gn!reader, immortal reader x immortal techno, angel!reader, god!techno, angst, friends to enemies to friends, complicated ik

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: slight cursing, mentions of torture and death

: ̗̀➛ Taglist: Here

: ̗̀➛ Link(s): Ao3

: ̗̀➛ Notes: *screams into oblivion* one this is all platonic I didn’t specify 😓 two I barely survived the writers drought (no friken inspiration) but I bring to you my first c!dsmp x reader fic (please be kind I tried-) basically this taks place in really old times and not modern considering how its writter like I just finished reading shakesphere although the idea came while listening to classical music so that it how you will. Also this isn’t edited so my bad if theres mistakes-

The room was dimly lit with candles and the r oaring fire that burned passionately at the fireplace. White tiles were plastered with gold diamonds, the shade almost as if it was antique jewelry, Old but could tell an amazing story. The colour completing the beige-coloured room

You waited patiently, cross-legged glaring at the clock that ticked every second or so. 10 minutes you thought to yourself while you grind your teeth. That man seemed to be early only when it was for his own convenience, how distasteful.

Just as you finished that thought you saw the dark oak wood door being pushed open. A man walks in, he wears a white loosely fitted blouse, with bishop sleeves which was decorated with frilly fabrics. Along with death-black dress pants that were worn up to the waist. His face where his mask usually is is replaced with glasses and the man's delicate bubblegum pink hair is loosely braided and thrown on the right side of his shoulder.

“Your late” you glare crossing your arms

He let out a sigh “Well pardon me for taking a while to get ready, It's almost like you didn’t come here unannounced” he spoke sarcastically.

He walked over to the glass tray and picked up a small glass cup with a gold ring around it and poured himself a drink. He eyes you “Would you care for a drink y/n?”

“I don’t drink”

He shrugs “Suit yourself”

“Technoblade, I didn't come here for idle chatter.”

He arched his eyebrow slightly “Oh?” Techno placed his cup down “Pray do tell, what exactly did you come here for?” You watched him walk to the other side of the room as he said that.

“I-“ you could even finish before being rudely interrupted by a rustling noise. You watched as your patience grew thinner by the minute he took out a black vinyl disc and placed it on a wooden box making sure the oin was adjusted well. A soft tune of the piano came out of the music player.

“Would you care for a dance?” He holds out his hand, you stare at it contemplating whether you should grab his hands, you really shouldn't, you didn’t want to play his games, you wanted what you came for, but then again it would harm a dance. Or course your brain chose the latter considering how you delicately placed your hand in his letting him place his hand on your waist the the other on your shoulder. He lead the way,(just like he always does)

“Apologies for interrupting music helps me think.” He spoke as he spun you around the floor “They calm the voices” . You knew all about the voices, how much they love to chant and clog his brain with different variations of thoughts, perks of being his ex-partner you suppose. But you watched as he hid a smirk, you guess he’s just telling only half the truth. You roll your eyes

“You can finish”

“Wouldn’t you mean start idiot” you snap

“Meh”

You clicked your tongue in annoyance, his inability to ever grasp the mood of the situation was flawless. It seemed as if he never cared about the other person's feelings, unless you were the god of death you were out of luck for a serious conversation. You’ve dealt with that for decades

You could remember once in a lifetime the two of you were partners, fast and precise that's how the job went. The blood god and the angel of destruction are an amazing duo. You remember when the two of you used to watch as people begged on their knees for their life or perhaps a mercy kill. Watching as your foes tried to retreat to their bases only for their pitiful lives to end in such a disgraceful manner. At the end of the day the two of you stood in the battlefield side by side knowing the world could shake in fear knowing you two were alive

And you loved it like that desire to make people fear you brought giddiness to your body and enlightened your world. You wanted one thing and it was to get revenge.

Revenge on all who did you wrong from your youth up, and now you were strong enough to bring it tenfold.

Everything was fine, It wasn’t until one day the two of you had sat down for a cup of tea like you usually did on Thursday evenings. He told you he wanted to retire, he was done with the killings and the torture.

He was finally putting down the title ‘Blood god’

At first you thought it was a joke but then you saw his eyes and they were as serious as he could ever be, anger rose up in you unable to process the statement.

How could he leave you like this, he promised to be by your side when no one else would.

A liar that's would your made him out to be

A slap to the cheek was all you left him that day

Now here you were decades later, hand in hand dancing to the sounds of the instruments harmonizing becoming one just the way you two were.

He spun you around gracefully on the tiled floor, there's something about dancing in an empty room that makes you feel weird inside. What was this feeling? Him making you feel weak in the knees, perhaps it was the fact the last time you did this it was when you two were young and reckless. He always seemed to know how to brighten your life,even to the point the friendship you two had was envied amongst the other gods.

He twirled you across the room dipping you slightly “Cat caught your tongue”

You rolled your eyes “As if”

You saw outside the glass panes, the sky was painted a blood orange mixed with lavender purples and hints of blue. The sun slowly sets,bringing the nightfall.

You chuckle to yourself, how romantic of the sky to show such a sight for people who would die before dating each other.

You turn your gaze to the god “I need you one last time” you say cutting to the chase

Technoblade glared at you “I already told you I’m retired, don’t be so stubborn”

“I’m not, your being selfish putting your needs before anyone else's”

He snorts “Isn’t that what you're doing y/n? Or am I reading the situation wrong?” He says sarcastically “Plus I thought you made it clear that you wanted nothing to do with me, or was that slap something you did on impulse and you couldn’t face me after?”

You grind your teeth “It was not, and why are you making it seem like you're the victim? You're the one who wanted to leave me!” You snapped

He took his hands away from you and pinched the bridge of his nose “See, this is why we cannot have a conversation. You always jump to conclusions” he growls

“I do not!”

“You do! I never intended to leave your side, only retiring. Is it so bad I wanted to stop killing and do something better with my life, and here I thought you’d be happy with it.”

You stared at him shocked, “I..”

Was he right? You were known to act on impulse which did cause problems in the long run but he’d be there to be by your side every time. But yet, you couldn’t fathom the thought of him leaving his life behind to start a new one. Why? You weren’t sure.

Techno sighed “You act so tough when actually you're broken inside. The thing is you weren’t mad at me for retirement, you were mad that things were changing. You're scared of change because you don’t know where you’ll fall between it all.”

The piano falls into a soft handsomely rhythm

The violinist quietly drag their bows delicately

You cast your eyes aside, you couldn’t argue with the truth. You swallow hard fighting back the tears. You couldn’t fathom the amount of times you’ve been in the wrong or how much you’ve hurt him

Stupid

Stupidstupidstu-

A hand is placed on you head

“You think too much, stop that”

“I’m sorry”

“For overthinking or for being impulsive” he questions

“Both” you whisper keeping your eyes on the floor

“And?”

You huffed “You were right about everything”

He grinned showing his pearly whites “I’m sorry what was that? I couldn’t hear you?”

You laughed slightly making your worries go away for the time being “You asshole, get your head out of the skies as if I’m repeating that again”

He chuckles shrugging “Worth a try”

“So, let's get something straight. I’ll help you one last time then I’m forcing you to retire. Seriously you have no say so.” He eyes you “You probably need therapy too jeez”

“Fuck You I’m perfectly fine”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night” he responds ushering you out the room

“Bold of you to assume I sleep”

“Bruhh”

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