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[stargirlrchive]

── KINKTOBER DAY THREE

cock-warming w/ könig ─ afab!reader

NSFW ✩ MINORS DNI

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST ✩ GENERAL MASTERLIST

you weren’t sure what it was but you had been craving intimacy from könig far more than usual. he had always been so affectionate with you but right now it felt that everyone was pulling you two apart. your lives dragging the two of you in different directions and it was driving you wild.

if könig noticed how overly affectionate you had been, he didn’t mention it. tonight was a rare occasion where the both of you had off. slipping into the covers together and he was fast asleep. but your mind wouldn’t shut off.

you tossed and turned, until you settled on watching könig sleep. your eyes taking in the strong muscles of his arms and back, and all the scars that had littered his body.

you tried to suppress the lewd thoughts running through your mind, but felt the familiar ache between your thighs begin to form. you inched closer to him, trying to squirm your way under him to be closer. a small grunt left his mouth as he turned to look at you. his eyes filled with exhaustion and voice thick with sleep. “leibling, are you alright?”

you only gave him a short hum, still trying to weasel your way under him. his massive hands gripped at your waist to stop you, frowning gently at you. “you’ve been tossing and turning all night. what’s wrong?”

your eyes watered softly at his tone of voice, it was so soft and confused, or maybe it was the question itself but your face buried itself into his neck before he could stop you.

könig was quick to sit up, wrapping his arms around you to bring you with him. “engel, talk to me. please.”

his fingers ran through your hair, trying to comfort you as he pressed his lips to your shoulder. pressing soft kisses but his stubble gently scratching against your skin had shivers running down your back.

“i just miss you. miss being close to you.”

his hands had made their way to your waist as he gently squeezed them. his lips trailing over your neck, nipping gently before making his way to your lips. “you want to be close to me, leibling? you’re already sitting on my lap.”

you frowned up at him, “wanna be closer.”

his fingers gently tightened around your hips, “yeah?”

you answered him with a short nod and he kissed you desperately. his tongue making its way into your mouth as he raised your hips.

roughly tugging on his boxers after removing your panties. your eyes were glued to the way his fingers wrapped around his cock.

he gave a few soft tugs and he hardened up instantly, gently bringing your hips down again.

the head of his cock running through your folds and tapping against your pulsing clit a few times. your face flushed as you whined out his name, “könig-”

he lined himself up with your entrance, sinking you down slowly onto his length. “oh, fuck.”

you were breathless by the time you had fully sank down onto him. könig’s hands making their way down your spine to pull you closer. “so warm, schatz. you feel so good.”

your face tucked into his neck once more as he maneuvered the two of you down. your chest flush again his, using his collar bone as your pillow with his cock fully sheathed inside of you. you felt so full, so connected and the tension in your body eased away.

your eyes began to grow heavy, your breathing sinking up with könig’s as his heartbeat lulled you to sleep.

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[wheatskers]

Apologies if this is in the FAQ, I'm on mobile rn and links only work sometimes, but OUGOHU I love your art and fashion and was wondering if there's specific places you look to for inspiration when drawing fashion for Hisa, specific designers or general styles?

I actually don't have this information in my FAQ!

I don't actually look at specific designers. In terms of general styles, I love looking at dresses. I especially like looking at bridal fashion because it relies a lot on tailoring and different textures, given everything's mostly white/cream. My reblog blog has a fashion tag where I reblog everything that I find cool: Fashion Tag.

A lot of Hisa's fashion is a blend of historical styles with more modern tailoring. Claire Hummel has a great Fashion and Resources Doc that I love to read through!

On top of that, most of the recent fashion I've drawn for Hisa references Elizabethan era dresses and Renaissance Italy era fashion. I like the sleeves + neckline + cloth weight, texture, and patterns seen in paintings from this era.

A book that I flip through routinely is The Mode in Furs: A Historical Survey with 680 Illustrations by R. Turner Wilcox. I love the linework and textures in this book, and it's a general survey of furs throughout fashion history.

The last thing I look at is embroidery and tapestries! I love both a lot and it's very fun for me to incorporate design elements from tapestries into clothes!

[2802s3n]

Omg omg I love the idea of the Tetro cast in squid game so. freaking. much!! I have a few questions, feel free to answer to any of them or none at all, whatever you feel like!!

You mentioned switching the games from the original show to traditional japanese games. What games did you end up picking?

Is there a monomoko stand-in in your AU?

Have you thought about the way each character would have gotten into debt? Like, some are more obvious (Wada, Kamimura, Hiroaki, Ojima etc.) but some of them would be a bit more tricky (Tamba, Watari, etc.)

Would the canon death order still apply to the AU somehow?

In their game, is the additional rule from season 2 used? Or do they follow season 1?

How would Kamimura not end up dead in the first game, since he would pass out from the first gunshot? Same case could be made about Ojima.

I know the marble game wouldn't be in this AU, but if it was, which pairing would re-create *the* marble scene? Similarly, who would be the one to get stuck outside in s2's mingle?

I hope this isn't too overwhelming!! Seriously, feel free to just read this and not answer to anything at all. This AU just sparked a lot of ideas in my head!!

ok SO first of all thank you anon im so happy you like this au! second i will put the answers under the cut so it wont take a lot of space

The first game stays the same since it's pretty international and I would like to keep the way it introduces players to the games. The only thing that changes here is the name of the game (Daruma-san ga koronda) and the song. Then goes the special game. The third (technically second) game is Kagome Kagome (how could I even NOT choose this tbh); the players have to divide in teams of 10, the person with the smallest number would be the first Oni. If the Oni guesses who is behind them then that person is getting shot, if not then the Oni gets shot and the person behind them becomes the next oni. The game lasts until 100 players are left. The next game is Oshikura Manju in which players should divide in teams of 5. I won't go into details since its pretty much the same rules except only one person leaves. Then goes Onigokko (tag). Two players chosen by lottery become the Onis, so they have to tag other 18 players in given time. If Oni touches the player's arms or hands or legs then this player becomes an Oni instead, but if Oni touches the player's back or chest or head then this player immediately gets shot. If Onis can tag all the players in time then they are the only ones to survive. If not, then they get killed and the left players survive. Now I'm really not sure what to do with the final game. I genuinely have no idea sorry lol

Monomoko is the square guard. Specifically the guard that interacts with the players and tells them about the prize, the games, etc etc. Basically all of the staffside is... the staff, surprise! Seki is the officer, Yonekura is the host, Kan, Tatematsu and Hisae are VIPs, everyone else are the guards (psychology- squares, biology- triangles, engineering- circles)

Basically all i had to do is mostly make their stories be known to public there. So, for example, Mai did get caught after killing that guy, and let's just say that it couldn't possibly get a positive effect on her future. Same with Tamba. With Watari, she has a lot of siblings, her parents are divorced, in my opinion this is enough to fit her story in the Squid Game setting. So it gets difficult with like, Hasegawa. But in this case just take everything away from him so he wouldn't have anything from the beginning except his family bc I'm not a monster

The canon death order doesn't really matter here, since in Tetro death are mostly based on given motives and in SG it's more about skills.

They follow season 1 except they do not get the most X votes because not gonna lie I don't think any of them would vote O nor come back after getting out and this kinda ruins the whole point of this s2 rule. Maybe I don't understand the characters enough but I just don't think they are desperate enough.

Kamimura probably would die first or second but you know. This is not what I need so... The doll didn't notice him moving (passing out) because he was hiding behind other players. Then he would probably die when the time runs out, but hasegawa and Tamba helped him- Ruiko was helping him not pass out again while they were both hiding behind Ken. They barely made it but they survived. In Ojima's case, I think a lot of players would actually try to keep him from getting lost in his thoughts because not a lot of people want others to die (before the guards explain the prize rules of course).

By *the* marble scene I assume you mean Ji-yeong's death and honestly I don't know. Maybe Okazaki and Watari? I'm not sure. With mingle I think Chiba? If we're talking about "unnie" scene then yeah it's her

i think thats it! sorry if my english is a bit odd lol

[solivanscollective]

✮⋆˙ Intro! Please read!

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Hi! Welcome to the blog! I like to call this the Sol-Verse ask blog for short, And it includes all my characters from my two stories:

WTDWYB

And...

Divinity!

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✦.── ?¿ What are these two stories ¿? ── .✦

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ WTDWYB: A polyam romance series! It focuses on the POV of Hisashi Ayumu and His friends, Yanami, Jay, And Connor when the four of them run into eachother at a college for rehabilitation and helping people in lower class societies or situations fix their behaviors to make successful careers! Hisashi, Having D.I.D and OCD, Believes he can't find love. Though, It's very quickly proven wrong that he can not only find love, But three of them aswell!

✮⋆˙ Divinity: A mix of an older teen/young adult slice of life book and mythological fantasy, Focused on 5 main characters perspectives as they not only find out they were never human from the start, But they're the next generation of gods and godesses! Those five and a group of others their age team up to survive for the last 'normal' year of their lifes, Balancing training to control the universe with hiding that fact from everyone else they know!

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?¿ What kind of questions can we ask or not ¿?

Questions of all kinds are allowed! Aslong as its not weird weird, Like bringing up ¡ncest...Ugh. Questions of NSFW nature will have a specific tag, #Sol's-Divinity-NSFW or #Sol's-WTDWYB-NSFW !

Other than that, Ask away! If your question doesn't get posted, Ask about it! It could either be that it was against a boundary, But we won't hold that against you unless it was ACTUALLY that bad!

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?¿ Which Characters are taking questions ¿?

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ WTBWYB:

Hisashi Ayumu, AKA Hisa: A half-korean guy, He/It, born Male. Cooking major, 23 years old. Has D.I.D, But only one Alter, Sashi. Sashi does not take questions, But if asked one anyway, Hisa will answer for him!

Yanami.M : Japanese, He/They, Born Male. Digital art major, 21 years old. Answers less frequently. (He's lazy.)

Jay Berret: Peruvian, Switches between all pronouns, Born male. Fashion Major, 22 years old. Answers almost always, But sometimes Connor will answer for him.

Connor Noceda: Half-Mexican, He/She, Born male. Programming Major. 22 and ½ years old. Takes asks, And answers if one of the other three doesn't.

Miya Hanamura: Korean, She/Her, Born Female. Law Major. 21 and ½ years old. Almost always answers. Otherwise, Irene does.

Irene Vendeta: African American, She/Her, Born Female. Literature Major. 21 years old. Always answers.

Yuzuru.M: Japanese, She/It, Born Female. Music Major. 21 years old. Always answers, If not, Yanami does.

Others: Matthew, Drew, Jonathan, Coraline, Casey, Jennie, Kenili

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✮⋆˙Divinity:

Vixen Carrion: African American, 18, Goddess of Love, Beauty, Death, and Music. She/Her, Born female. Always answers, And often has Ziggy answer for her if not.

Corodite 'Ziggy' Igero: Half Japanese, Half Polish, 19, God of Water, Illness, Chaos, And destruction. Sometimes ignores questions, In which Vixen or His younger siblings answer. Is also dyslexic, So often spells wrong when answering without help.

Aidlyn Venson: American, 18 and ½, Godess of Mystery, Fire, Light, and the sun. 50/50 if she'll answer or have Vixen or T.J do it for her.

T.J Escarra: Unspecified Hispanic, 18, God of War, The Weather, and disasters. Either him or Aidlyn responds.

Hazel Quinera: African American, No age(?), Goddess of Nature, Creativity, Animals, And Expression. Rarely answers for herself because she has little knowlege of how computers work.

Nero: No last name?? Polish, No age(?), Goddess of Wisdom, Power, and Control. Always answers for herself unless question offends her.

Erica and Erin Igero: Twins, Part Polish and Blasian. 18 years old(?). Oracles who have limited abilities to control the past, future, and are minor gods of trickery and lies. Always answer unless Ziggy forces them not to.

Other: Michela, Mrs.Igero, Mrs.Venson, Mrs.Carrion, Mr. Carrion, Mr. Quinera.

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DNI!: Pr0shippers, Harrassment, Rac¡sts, Homophobia/Transphobia, Basic DNI criteria.

Other Info:

𑁍ࠬܓ𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ɞ Divinity and WTDWYB are, of course, Set in different series! Though occasionally, Crossover asks are welcome! Events will also start happening once more follows, asks, and such happen! Characters sometimes have posts durings their B-Days aswell!

Its nice to meet everyone! Safe travels, and Happy asking! <3

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[sagadivision]

A knock is heard on the door of the Minami residence. Pausing from her computer area Mizuki stood and walked over to the door. Opening the door reveals a certain serial killer from Katsushika. Normally the sight of the young man would fill many with fear but not Mizuki excited to see one of her friends.

"Mizu-chan~! Happy Birthday,~!" Touya loudly cheers, lifting his arms and showing Mizuki the multiple gifts he had brought her. Walking inside Touya gently placed the gifts on a nearby table. Turing around Touya walked over to Mizuki and gave her a giant hug.

“We heard it was your birthday Mizu-chan~! So we got you a few things~! Hisa-chan and Rin-chan said sorry they couldn't come down but seeing all three of us in one place would be too much for some people~.” Touya giggled continuing to hug the streamer. Letting go Touya walked back to the counter and picked up the first gift passing it to Mizuki.  “This one is from Hisa-chan.”  

Opening the gift reveals a tin filled with homemade cookies. Mizuki’s mouth couldn't help but water at the sight of them. 

“Hisa-chan made you cookies. Take it from me he makes the best cookies. Oh, he also mentioned to get ready for your next sparring session.” The blue-haired male explained before picking up the next gift. 

“This one is from Rin-chan~.” Giving the gift to Mizuki so she can open it. 

Opening the gift reveals a headset with red devil horns coming from the side. Mizuki’s eyes lit up at the sight of the useful gift from the bomber. 

“Rin-chan got you a new headset for streaming. He also said he’s not gonna fucking let you do his hair no matter how much you ask. Don’t worry though we can tag-team him next time you visit and bully him into letting us do it. Trust me he’ll crack.” Touya mentioned as he picked up the final gift 

“This one is mine~! I hope you like it~!” Touya grinned passing the final gift to Mizuki’s excited hands.  

Opening the gift reveals a knife with flowers engraved alongside the handle and blade. Picking up the knife Mizuki couldn’t help but excitedly start to cut the air around her. Giggling at the sight of his friend having fun Touya reached out grabbed her wrist and prevented her from continuing her little show.

“Mizu-chan~! Be careful you could get hurt.” Touya cautioned. “Now I have a few houses before I have to go back to Katsushika. How about I show you a few tricks to use on people who bother you during those deliveries of yours~!” Touya crooned reaching underneath his skirt to pull out his knife. “So what you say?”

A devilish smile appeared on the young woman’s face. These gifts were nothing short of wonderful!

Her neighbors would probably die inside if they knew that she was friends with people who were so…dangerous. Sure- she knew that her own pseudo family was bad enough but…their body count was nothing compared to Katsushika divisions combined massacre.

Who could have guessed that her of all people would would be friends with a hit man, a bomber, and a literal serial killer.

Oh how exciting life was!

She smiled at the mention of sparing with Akihisa- she had been practicing in between matches to avoid getting rusty.

“Maybe we can even get Megumi to help gang up on him~ I’m sure it would be lots of fun!” She suggested with a giggle.

The knife- it was probably the most beautiful thing she had ever seen! Touyas suggestion made her ever eager to get some practice in.

A familiar voice echoed down the hall.

“Mizuki~ Oh hello there Touya-kun!” Ayumi smiled at the pair.

“We’re heading out for a bit!”

Ayumi simply smiled and nodded as the two ran out the door. Watching them through the window she couldn’t help but sigh.

“They grow up too fast”

[yumemiyas-wips]

Tag game time.

In the spirit of 3 words stories, I will use all 3 words in one single short story. In the process it kind of turned into a Book Girl fanfic. Sorry guys.

Kitten, stake, mash.

"Konohaaaa, are you still mad at me?" Tooko asks dejectedly. In front of her is a half-eaten sheaf of papers - her dinner, essentially.

Inoue Tooko, neé Amano, a novel editor and self-proclaimed Literary Girl, who loves-stories-so-much-she-can-eat-them, was guilty of snacking on her husband's copy of "I am a cat" by Natsume Soseki. Not a rare book, by all means, but a special one, the first book that they've bought together as a couple.

"Why would I be mad?" Says her husband and acclaimed novelist, Inoue Konoha, in a deadly cheery voice. "No, I'm not mad at all."

"I'm sowwwyyyy!!!" Whines Tooko, now clinging to her husband's neck like a clingy cat: "Pwease forgive meeeee!!! Don't make me eat these kind of weird stories anymoreeeeee!!!!!"

"And what's so weird about a story where a kitten, having had his canned tuna stolen by another cat, makes a voodoo doll of that cat and then staking it on a torii gate? He smashes, and he smashes, until he realizes he has smashed his paw in as well. It's a perfectly normal story." Konoha says fleetly.

"It's like eating a whole plate of wasabi-filled dangoooo!!!" Cries Tooko, even more loudly this time. "How could you describe the malice in such detail!? The oitside is all soft and fluffy but when you bite down on it there's nothing but hatreeed!!! It's burning my tongueeeee!!!!!!"

"Hai, hai, maybe you should have thought of that before sneaking into the library, no? I could have written up a quick snack for you, you know?" Konoha has never been able to stay mad at his wife for long. "Besides, that book was really special."

"I'm sorry..." Tooko has quietened down quite a bit now. "But you were working so hard on that novel, and I didn't want to have you write something up for me in the meantime..."

"Sigh... Sometimes I wonder where you got that twisted sense of priorities from..." Konoha massages his eyes. "Please prioritize your health for now, for yourself and for the child as well." He sets down his pen and tears off several pages from the notepad: "Here, a little something to hold you over till dinner. It's not a weird story, I promise."

"Really?"

"Pinky promise."

For a moment, there is nothing in the room except for the sound of chewing and tearing paper. Then, Tooko's eyes light up as she always has, the same way her eyes lit up in that dusty book storage room all those years ago, whenever she got to eat a good story.

"The kitten went out camping, but he couldn't set up his tent, so he mashed rice and pounded mochi to call down a moon rabbit to help him drive the stakes into the ground! This story is so sweet! It's like red bean mochi, pounded and folded so many times it became soft and sticky! Mmm! It's so tasty!!!"

Konoha looks upon his wife, chewing on the pages like it was the best delicacy in the world, and his weary gaze softens. The novelist takes out the paper bag underneath his deak and reveals its content: "Do save some room for dinner!" He grins. Tooko, on the other hand, peers over curiously: "Ooh, 'Narihira' volume 13. Isn't that Kaito's book?"

"Yeah. I have a feeling it'll taste like broccoli somehow."

"It does! Beef and broccoli! How could you tell?" Tooko reminisces about the young writer she was responsible for, the last one before she started editing for Konoha exclusively. "Suzumenomiya's novels were always a bit on the extravagant and flashy side. Grilled lobster, beef stroganoff, fried scallops, the kind of food that hardly anyone can prepare. His style did change significantly by volume 12 though..." Tooko's eyes start to drift ans she reminisces, about Kaito and Hisa, talented young writers that she had the brief opportunity to provide guidance, about the night spent badmouthing Konoha in that inn in Izu, about braids, and then, about those days, in the dusty storage room, with the rickety wooden table, with the snarky, sarcastic kid that the man she loves once was...

"Kaito reminds me of you."

"Really? The kid reminds me more of Kotobuki." Muses Konoha.

"Nanase's gonna be really mad if she hears that."

"So you think I wouldn't be mad, huh?"

"I know you wouldn't." Tooko smiles.

"...You cheeky book-goat." Konoha laughs it off. "Speaking of old friends, Akutagawa and Miu are engaged, do you know that?"

"Yes, he called me to announce- wait, who are you calling a book goat!?" Tooko begins to ruffle Konoha's hair as vigorously as she could. Konoha just laughs and playfully fights back. The two kicks up dust into the air, the golden motes dancing in the sunlight from the window, which shines down on the two, like it did eight years prior in the dusty book storage.

Your words are: lunch, stopwatch, confession. Go.

Find the Word tag! @rmgrey-author tagged me! My words are: last, heart, death and cold. I'm drawing from Court Phoenix.

I'm tagging anyone who wants to play! Your words are kitten, stake and mash.

Last

I trudged across the village, my body and mind numb. Hes trailed after me, making worried noises, but I didn’t stop to reassure her. What could I say? I had no job. I had no home. And if I didn’t benefit the village in some way, I knew that sooner or later, they would banish me completely. Hes and I would wander the steppes alone. If we survived at all.

But I wasn’t without hope. When I reached my mother’s door, I knocked until I bruised my knuckles.

She burst out of her house, hands already set on her hips. “What?” she snapped.

I bowed my head to her. This wasn’t the time to be defiant. I said, “Mother, may I move back in? I’ll help fish for birds every morning and watch the children.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she took a long step towards me. “Move in? You have a house.”

Had a house. I swallowed. “The smith threw me out. So please—”

“Threw you out?” she screeched. For a second, hope swelled in my heart. She was outraged on my behalf. She would talk to him, turn this around. Then she said, “You worthless girl! Do you know how hard I worked to arrange an apprenticeship for you? This is because of that bird, isn’t it? Because you won’t kill it and be done.”

I clenched my hands. “Mother, Hes hasn’t done anything to deserve death.”

“That creature is going to burn the town down!” My mother slashed a hand through the air. “Fire will eat our walls and windows. It’ll jump from roof to roof, spreading like a storm. But you don’t care, do you? You don’t care about anything except yourself and your pet.” She spat the last word.

I stood guard in front of Hes, my heart beating desperately. “She won’t! She’s smart and careful. She doesn’t burn things down accidentally.” As a prank was something else.

“And you expect me to believe that thing wouldn’t see us all dead out of spite?”

“She wouldn’t do that,” I insisted.

She snorted. “It doesn’t matter. You can’t move back in. You’re not welcome. Go live by the lake. Maybe your animal will keep you warm.”

Heart

We found the city’s trail long before we saw it. A million hooves had trampled the steppe grasses and flowers, leaving a long path across the plains. Chujulan turned us east to follow it. The sun glared down into my eyes. I wanted to shield my face, but my hands were busy holding Hes and clinging to the saddle. I’d never ridden an animal before, and the galloping deer seemed to wobble beneath me. The saddle, I was certain, would slide off any second and dump us all on the ground, but Damrag ran on, his long bounds effortless.

“There,” Chujulan said in my ear after an eternity on the stag’s back. “Look, fisher, at your glorious new home.”

Skyfire glided across the plains before us, brilliant in its blues and reds and greens. No walls encircled this metropolis, unlike the hotland cities of fable. A taunt to their enemies that said 'we don't need walls to defeat you.'

Row after row of round buildings stretched twenty — fifty — times the width of my own village, sometimes linked together into large complexes, other times split by white stone streets. A palace rose from its heart, a maze of round walls, red as blood, that stretched up and up until they domed into finial-tipped roofs. At this distance the city looked unreal, a series of perfect miniatures. But all around it ran the herd, unmistakably, unignorably, alive.

Deer spread out across the whole eastern horizon, shifting and shying around the moving city like a school of brown and white fish. At this distance, I couldn't tell where one animal began and ended, and their overlapping antlers rose like tangled brush from a field. Men and women rode at the edges of the herd, and immense white dogs ran with them. How many deer did they eat in a day?

As I clung to the saddle, the sun burning holes in my vision, the reality of the city hit me. This place was my new home. I felt a twinge of fear. A people who created this would sneer at a landbound villager, whether she had a phoenix or not. But no. I straightened up in the saddle. I would prove myself indispensable, the perfect phoenix-keeper, so that no one would ever try to send me back to my village.

Death

Chujulan slouched into a chair. I fell into one and thought about closing my eyes and passing out.

“How do you like this house?” my visitor asked. “The last keeper bragged about the plumbing to all who would hear.”

“It’s fine,” I said. “Did you know him well?”

She waved a hand. “In passing. He was of little interest to me.”

And I was of interest to a rial? She kept showing up when she surely had better things to do. Surely I could use that somehow. “How did he die?”

“Oh, that.” She laced her hands together and offered me a sardonic smile. “He died of a heart attack.”

I jabbed a finger at her. “That’s not true! When I came here, the bed was still covered in bloodstains!”

“Was it? Well, the doctors said it was certainly a heart attack. It’s a common diagnosis in these parts for the dead both young and old. We are a sickly bunch, apparently.”

“And I suppose all those dead left behind bloodstains in their beds.”

She rested her chin in her hands. “Not all of them. Some died at the dinner table, after eating something suspicious.”

I scowled at her. “Poison?”

“Around here, we call it all a heart attack.”

Hes called mournfully, and I invited her onto my lap. “Why did he really die? Should I be worried?”

“A heart attack, of course, strikes whomever it choses. But I heard, not long before his death, that he was having an affair with a married woman. And she had a jealous wife. I’m sure there’s nothing for you to worry about unless you intend to do the same.”

Cold

The next evening, the sagan held his court in a bubble of ivory and gold, its stone bones buried under pale tapestries stitched with precious metals. A servant led me inside, and I hurried after him, Hes in my arms, trying to ignore my shaking legs and the sweat that clung to my skin. I rarely sweated, immune to overheating, but today I was clammy and cold. Only my eagerness to prove myself kept me walking.

Embroidered legends, wars and emperors swirled round everything until I felt dizzy and unreal. The room was more dream than architecture.

The lordly swept from one small group to another, and so many factions lined the walls that I stopped counting. But in the middle of that circular room, nothing moved. Some invisible fence marked off a line that could not be crossed, and at the center of it all a narrow throne stretched towards the ceiling that arched high overhead. A massive set of antlers, bigger than any I'd ever imagined, crowned the back. Below, it was draped in a thousand blood-red curtains and veils until it was impossible to tell if wood or metal or bone lay underneath.

Upon the throne sat a white-robed man with Chujulan’s sharp face, Batoktoa’s eyes and Gehiral’s pale skin. Red braids wrapped a crown of gold and silver. He wore the same black and red makeup as his children, but faint wrinkles marked his face and bags marred his eyes. Whatever was involved in ruling the saganum, it had aged him. It occurred to me I did not know his name. He had to have one, but everyone just called him the sagan. Something about that struck me as terribly sad.

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[i-left-my-room-tidy]

my (warring clans era) naruto DR as stuff i sent/said this afternoon

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sidenote: kyō is me. any unfamiliar names mentioned are non-canon people I've met in my DR.

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Hikaku: hold on lemme just finish my self essay thing

Hikaku: i gotta pass it before 7 or i might actually pass away

Hikaku: brb i'm on my last paragraph

Hikaku: *my last rites

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Izuna: (to the general gc) hi everyone!!! please vote so we know which group you belong in ((: and if i missed anyone in the class please add them here as well

Izuna: (to Madara) i feel like throwing up jesus fuck

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Kyо̄: (writing an essay)

Kyо̄: I believe that I am a selfish person—one who uses what is given to her when the time is right or convenient. I easily tire of sympathy and moralities, eager only when the concept of grey areas are explored.

Kyо̄: (sent to Hikaku for approval)

Hikaku: isn't your school christian

Kyо̄: the professor is already done with my bullshit and it's only the first day the least i could do is make a statement

Hikaku: sorry wrong question

Hikaku: isn't your prof a pastor

Kyо̄: LET ME LIVE THE COFFEE'S ALREADY MAKING ME PALPITATE ENOUGH AS IT IS

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Hikaku: want some starbucks

Izuna: sure

Izuna: what kind of goat piss is this how the hell is this milk

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Hisa: r u doing chores or u wanna listen to me struggle

Kо̄sei: i'm still doing chores

Kо̄sei: i'm just keeping my notifs on bc ppl have been messaging me nonstop and i'm scared my professor might be one of them

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Hikaku: Wanna rain check

Hikaku: Can’t u hide ur phone past 10

Izuna: no my dad takes everything away

Izuna: they actually bolt their door now

Izuna: :'D

Kyо̄: ngl that's embarrassing for all parties involved

Izuna: IK

Izuna: don't remind me

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Kagami: (sending a formal apology message)

Tajima: I reopened the submission assignment. Submit now.

Kagami: submit now-

Kagami: it's so,,,, fucking ominous

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Yuna: HOLY SHIT THEYRE ARGUING IN THE CALL

Jikichi: who and what over

Yuna: KYO AND IZUNA

Yuna: KYO SAID SOMETHING ABOUT THE ELECTIONS AND IZUNA JUST BUTTED IN AND TALKED OVER HER N D PROF

Yuna: deadass izuna just went like "ok but what if i dont agree with that what now wanna fight me kyō" LIKE HE ACTUALLY SAID FIGHT ME IN FRONT OF THE TEACHER

Hanayome: yea literally the class rn is just those two fighting

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Kagami: i think i just manifested my food

Kagami: i haven't eaten lunch so i decided to watch a kfc asmr and like i alr felt my hunger dissipating lol

Kagami: my parents bought those fun shot chicken things

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Madara: go bad bitch go bad bitch go

Madara: go bad bitch go bad bitch go

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Sue: i didn't read the tags on this oneshot i just read

Sue: CHRIST

Kagami: f

Sue: the tears aren't even the choked up kind of crying it's the free flowing no control type oh my fucking santo niño

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[calibratemehard]

Chapters: 16/? Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy, Mass Effect - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian, Shepard/Garrus Vakarian Characters: Garrus Vakarian, Female Shepard (Mass Effect), Shepard (Mass Effect) Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Friends to Lovers, Smut, Eventual Smut, Friendship, Grief/Mourning, Canon-Typical Violence, Shakarian - Freeform, POV Garrus Vakarian, Eventual Shepard/Garrus Vakarian, Idiots in Love, Canon Related, Awkwardness, True Love, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, they’re dorks your honor, Shepard is confident about everything except relationships, Garrus is a mess, garrus paragon path Summary:

At first, Commander Shepard was his mentor. He wanted to emulate her, to have loyal people follow him and work toward the greater good of the galaxy. After she came back from the dead and saved his ass on Omega, she became his closest friend. She was his confidant, someone who he could trust implicitly even if they disagreed.

But he never expected a romantic relationship with Shepard.

When Shepard suggested blowing off some steam together, he couldn’t resist despite the complications it entailed. It would be fun, a chance to relax with someone whom he respected and trusted. But Garrus found himself falling hard and fast for Shepard despite all his misgivings and self-doubts. The galaxy is on the precipice of all out war and Shepard becomes hisa nchor, his reason for becoming the turian he always wanted to be.

👀

Garrus approached Shepard and reached for her right arm to undo the clips so the armor could be slid off without her removing the pressure from her wound. He removed the armor from her forearm and upper arm and put them aside where Dr. Chakwas had put her other pieces. Then he circled behind her to remove the remaining pauldron and back plate. When he came back to face her, she was smirking up at him and she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. Garrus had to hold his jaw tight to not laugh, but also to keep his face from showing any expression while he released the clips at her shoulders that kept her breastplate in place.

He lifted the chest piece away from her with some maneuvering of her uninjured arm and finally the collar that protected her neck was free to be removed. All of her upper armor save for her torso now lay in a neat pile near the medical table and Shepard was bare in her long sleeve shirt from the chest up.

Dr. Chakwas as still behind him working on gathering the supplies. Shepard whispered, “I can get the rest by myself later, Garrus.”

She could, but he didn’t let her. He leaned forward and released the clips at her waist and hip to pull away her abdominal plate. Then he lowered himself to one knee and began on the clips on her inner thighs. With the doctor somewhere behind him, he did not take the time to linger as he would have liked, but his body was nonetheless tight and buzzing from running his hands along her legs through the black fabric of her protective leggings. When he pulled the thigh plate away he looked up at Shepard to see all of her earlier amusement gone and something rather predatory in her stare, as though she were looking at something she wanted to hunt. Her chest rose and fell as she stared at him, that smear of blood still streaked across her forehead. It set his heart racing and he wanted nothing more than to rip the rest of the armor off her and lay her down on the table beneath him.

[yellowmagicalgirl]

Grieved it On its Way

Claire, Jim, Blinky, and Nomura say goodbye to their loved ones.

When I started writing this, my plan was to turn this into a fic for jlairweek, since an asteroid could be called a falling star. However, I couldn't find a way to turn this into a ship fic instead of a family-orientated one, so have this relatively gen hurt with not too much comfort fic instead.

Takes place during 3Below S2E7 "Asteroid Rage". No death actually happens, but it is discussed. Please do not tag this as Strick///lake, I don't like that ship and I intended for their relationship to be platonic but somewhat canon-compliant in this fic.

AO3

FFN

Ophelia rarely showed fear. She was a strong woman, and Javier loved that about her.

In the past month she had looked scared so often. Their daughter had been fighting trolls and hopping through different dimensions. Their town had been invaded by man-eating trolls.

“I love you,” she said, pulling away from her husband’s embrace. “Tell Claire I love her and I’m proud of her.”

Their town was about to be bombarded by a pair of extinction-level asteroids, and for a moment she looked more afraid than he had ever seen her. Then she put on a brave face and went to talk to their town about the doom they couldn’t fight.

“Hey, do you feel that?” Jim said. He tilted his head eastward, like a sunflower towards the sun.

“Feel what?” Claire asked in return.

“It's like a warm buzzing, or a pull.” Claire gave her boyfriend an odd look.

“When was the last time you slept?”

“Last... day? Yesterday afternoon? It sounds so weird to say it like that.” Jim frowned. “The point is, I slept the same amount of time as you did!”

And the last time they had slept had been a merciful rest, uninterrupted by new dangers or PTSD-influenced nightmares. “Maybe you need more now?”

“Why? The trolls don't sleep as much as we do, if anything I shouldn't need as much sleep as you do.”

“I mean, our circadian rhythms were definitely thrown off from all the late-night patrols.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not a lack of sleep causing that feeling, Master Jim,” Blinky said. “You’re sensing the heartstone. We’re getting close.”

“Okay, troll thing. Cool,” Claire said.

“Does it always feel that intense?” Jim asked.

“You’ll get used to it,” Nomura said. The three of them turned to her. “The only heartstone in Japan was on the other side of the country from where my familiar’s family lived. It was an odd feeling to me, as well, but living in Arcadia made it normal.”

Jim opened his mouth to make a remark when Claire’s phone went off.

“Hi, Papi,” Claire said.

Jim’s phone rang. “Papi? What’s wrong?”

“We’re already in New Jersey. What’s wrong, Papi?” Nomura’s phone rang.

As Blinky’s phone rang, Claire’s face went pale.

“Hi, Papi,” Claire said.

“You know your mother and I love you, right? And that we’re proud of you?” Javier asked. He glanced at his wife. Knowing Claire, she would prefer if her mother would say those words herself. However, Ophelia had a duty to Arcadia.

“Papi? What’s wrong?”

“Your brother loves you, too.”

“Both of us do!” NotEnrique said, popping out from under the bench. If Javier had more time, maybe he and Ophelia would have officially adopted the small troll.

“Claire, we all love you so much,” Javier continued. “How far are you from Arcadia?”

“We’re already in New Jersey. What’s wrong, Papi?”

“Good, you’ll be safe. I think. There’s a pair of asteroids.”

It was feeding time at the Lake-and-Strickler residence. Both Barbara and Walter held babies in their arms as they watched the news. The broadcast on the potential recall of avocado-based products was cut short by the image of Ophelia Nuñez behind a podium.

As Ophelia began to speak, Barbara adjusted her grip on Waltolomew to grab the phone to call her son.

As she gripped her cellphone between her shoulder and her jaw, Walter spoke. “Could you grab my phone? Left pocket. I’d call Nomura myself, but I don’t want to drop her familiar.”

Barbara handed his phone to him and mouthed “adjust your grip.”

“Hi, Jim,” Barbara said, standing up. “Basement,” she mouthed to her housemate.

“Hello, Nomura,” Walter said, fumbling with the infant in his arms as he followed Barbara.

“I love you, and I’m so glad you found Mr. Blinky,” Barbara said, tossing her laundry on the ground to make it into a softer surface.

“I know we’ve had our differences, but I don’t know if I have much time left,” Walter said as he placed Hisa down next to his own familiar.

“Jim, there’s a pair of asteroids heading towards Arcadia,” Barbara said, taking two stairs at a time. “Walter, the babies, and I are going to be sheltering in the basement, but in case anything happens to me I want you to know that I love you. Listen to your dad for me, and I know you’re going to try and find a way to blame yourself for this so don’t.”

“It’s fitting, almost. We knew rocks would kill us,” Walter said, grabbing formula and water bottles. “We just thought they’d be sentient and call us impure.”

“Love Blinky,” AAARRRGGHH!!! said, picking up Gnome Chompsky’s dollhouse and carrying it to T. “Space rocks falling.”

“Asteroids?” Blinky said from across the continent. “That’s terrible, can you get everyone to Trollmarket? You may be safe there.”

“Not enough time.”

“Oh, AAARRGGHH!!!, I wish you could be here with me. I can’t bear to lose you, not again.”

“Want to be with you, too.”

Claire had been a good child. She hadn’t thrown large tantrums like articles on raising teenagers warned against.

As asteroids rained towards his town and his daughter’s choked and panicked breathing filled his ear, Javier realized that he would never find out just how much his and his wife’s parenting had hurt Claire. They had taught her to repress her emotions, and he didn’t know how she would take his death.

He hoped that she would be okay in the end.

Twin green lasers flashed streaked across the sky.

“Mija, it’s going to be okay,” he said.

“No, it’s not,” Claire said. She sounded like she didn’t want tears to be running down her face as she spoke her last words to him.

“No, it’s, well, the asteroids are gone now.”

“Wait, they’re gone?” Claire asked. She looked up at the equally panicked trolls.

“How?” Nomura asked, both to Claire and her former superior.

“Green lasers?” Jim asked. “Okay, that sounds weird, hey, did I cry as much as the familiars do?”

Hanging up with their loved ones was a herculean effort. When they did, Claire and Jim fell wordlessly into each other’s arms, sobbing. Blinky wrapped his arms around the children. Nomura tried to keep her distance but ended up patting Jim on the head in a way that was meant to be comforting.

“Oh, what is all the ruckus about?” Merlin asked, walking towards the group. “Can’t a wizard get any sleep around here?”

Claire looked up at him. “Wait, so it wasn’t you who exploded the asteroids with magic lasers?”

The wizard scoffed. “Like I said, I was asleep. And don’t think you’re going to be learning how to explode rocks until you can figure out how to levitate that pebble I gave you. Don’t wake me unless the world’s ending or we’re going to start moving again.”

Claire chose to nestle herself further into her boyfriend’s and his father’s arms rather than make any comments on exactly where she would levitate that pebble.

[raindragonwing]

@sashiminaismith I really liked your tags. And I can't stop thinking about it either.

constitution gets weird quickly--I saw a lot of people going the "you get sick easily so you get bad con" but con is also like, how well you can tolerate pain and stuff? so on that note, someone who's been in pain for half their life should have really high constitution. but say, they have to avoid certain foods, that could be called low constitution.

stamina points the way you're thinking sound interesting and a lot more functional (not to mention accurate) than some of the other things I saw (like, if you're doing anything more strenuous than resting for more than an hour, take a point of exhaustion). maybe you could use those points similarly to other classes to push past your limits (reroll a saving throw, extra actions, etc)? but if you expend all of them or more than a certain number, you start down the exhaustion train. as far as I know, magic can't restore class point systems? so exhaustion due to not having those points couldn't be fixed, I would think.

and sandersons magic systems! you're so right they work so well for this.

I think the realmatics behind the shardblade soul severing and permanent injury might be the same? my knowledge of realmatic theory is a little rusty, but I'm pretty sure if the injury/whatever is part of your spiritual/realmatic Identity, you can't be healed of in the physical realm. so if you had a spinal injury for long enough that you considered it a part of you, you would shift your Identity to match that and regrowth would only take you as far as your Identity (I'm guessing rysn is in this category). while they had different sources of injury, kaladin and lopen both used regrowth to heal their arms, so functionally I think that shardblade injuries and physical nerve ones would end up being similar. i would guess that the difference is the shardblade injuries disconnect your physical realm body from your spiritual realm soul, rather than modifying the Identity directly. (The identity would probably shift over time, though).

ah yes, dnd, the game where you can be an 8-foot bright purple creature with scales and horns and a tail who can shoot magic lightning from their hands and come back from the dead, but being a disabled adventurer is "unreasonable"

[ghostofviperwrites]

Cheaters Never Prosper

Pairing:  Bushi/FC/El Desperado

Category:   Angsty/Suggestive

Warnings:  Implied smut, language, violence, slightly dubiously consensual, implied punishment, cheating

This is one version that went in a direction I didn’t plan.  If you’d like me to post the way I originally intended it to go let me know and if there’s enough interest I’ll do that one too.

“Hey Despy! I’ve got a question for you.”  Bushi called into the ring where El Desperado was currently locked up with Sanada in the middle of a ten man tag match with Suzuki Gun.  The match hadn’t been going long, only a few minutes.

“Despy! Despy! Despy!” Bushi chanted with a taunting grin on his face, his brothers joining the chant as Desperado tried to ignore them and concentrate on his opponent in the ring.  “Hey Despy!”

“What the fuck do you want Bushi?”   Despy growled finally breaking out of the hold Sanada had him in and springing away from Sanada’s grasp.  He didn’t know why he was entertaining the man’s outburst, but had a feeling if he didn’t respond he wasn’t gonna shut up and would keep distracting Desperado.  

“Your girlfriend…”  Bushi said suggestively, the corner laughing at the innuendo as Bushi continued.  “I mean your girlfriend is Hisa right?”  

“Keep her name out of your mouth asshole,”  Despy snarled glaring over at the masked man, his lapse in attention allowing Sanada to drop kick him in the back of the head and right into the LIJ corner of the ring.   As Sanada distracted the referee LIJ landed body shots on Despy as Bushi grabbed him by the head.  

“I mean, I’ve had plenty more than her name in my mouth.”  Bushi said.   “I can see why you like her so much, I don’t think I’ve ever tasted a pussy so sweet.”  With a growl of rage Despy ripped free from the confining hands and spun around punching wildly at Bushi’s face.  

Bushi rubbed his jaw as he landed on the ground outside the ring shooting a smirk at his fellow stablemates as he hopped back up on the apron.   “Despy!”  He shouted again.  “Hey Despy!”   By this point Despy was back in his corner so Bushi had to scream across the ring as he tried to regain his attention.

“Shut the fuck up Bushi!”  Despy yelled. “I’m not listening to you, so just shut up and stop wishing you could have my girl.”  

“It’s not wishing when I’ve fucked her better than you ever could.”   Bushi replied accepting the tag from Evil has he came into the corner and giving Despy the come on motion with his hand.  

Despy tagged in from Taichi and charged at Bushi who side stepped him with a laugh.  

“Why don’t you ask her where she was last night?”  Bushi taunted, smacking Despy across the chest.   “She told you she was at the movies right?”  Despy froze at those words as that was in fact exactly what Hisa had told him.  That she had gone to see a movie with some of the other wives.   He shook his head dispelling those thoughts.  Bushi was just trying to get in his head.   And Despy hated to admit it but it was working.

“Hate to tell you my friend but she was in a movie last night, but I don’t think it’s the kind you want her in.”   Bushi laughed and got caught off guard by Despy spearing him, coughing he struggled to get his breath while Despy kicked him repeatedly until Naito jumped in and pulled Despy off and threw him into the corner.  Bushi rose and the two attacked Despy while the rest of LIJ held off Suzuki Gun’s remaining members.  

“Were you serious? You’ve got her on video?”  Naito asked Bushi curiously as they attacked the other masked man.  

“I do,” Bushi confirmed landing a well-placed punch in Despy’s gut.   “I’ll show you when we get back to the locker room.”    He grabbed Despy by the back of his mask and yanked his face close to his mouth. “Hear that Despy?  I’m gonna show all my boys your girl’s pussy.  Let them get a real good look at what I’m going to share with them.”  

Despy yanked free, throwing his elbow into Bushi’s mouth and kicking Naito right in the balls, making the man fall to his knees gasping as the official called for the bell officially ending the match in a DQ.   Rushing out of the ring all Desperado wanted to do was go back to the hotel where Hisa was waiting and get her reassurances that none of Bushi’s vile words were true.   The only thing causing doubts in his mind was the fact that Suzuki Gun and LIJ, while not friendly by any means, were not openly hostile with each other.  Despy couldn’t figure out why Bushi would chose his girlfriend to lie about.   Why he would taunt Despy with something easily disproven.   Or easily proven, Despy thought as his thoughts whispered about the video Bushi claimed to have.  

Of course he didn’t get to leave straight away as he was immediately called into the management offices to get his ass chewed out for screwing up the match and turning it into a shoot fight.   Despy’s ears were ringing by the time they were done with him, and he was positive he would never go off script again just to avoid that reaming out again. While he was getting dragged across the coals he had time to think.   His mind continuously drifting to the things Bushi had said.   Sure Bushi had done what he did to get Despy wound up, to get in his head, but something about his words were ringing true to Despy and he couldn’t get the thoughts out of his head.  

So it was with that in mind that Despy found himself standing outside the door of the LIJ locker-room.   Knowing he was probably asking for trouble he raised his fist and knocked, cursing his stupidity for arriving without backup in enemy territory.  

“You got a lot of nerve showing up here boy,” Naito growled when he opened the door and saw Despy standing there.   Naito smirked as he saw he was flying solo.  “And with no friends no less.”  

“I just want to talk to Bushi.”  Despy said trying to keep a neutral tone.  

“Let him in Naito.  I have plenty more to say to El Desperado.”   Bushi called making Naito step back with a shrug and open the door fully allowing Despy to enter.   He would admit to being a bit jumpy when the door ominously shut behind him, locking him in the room with five rather hostile men.  Well, four hostile men, and one masked man with a shit-eating grin on his face.  The face of a man who knows he holds all the cards.  An expression that told Despy all he needed to know. Bushi was telling the truth.   So he didn’t know why he had to torture himself, but he did.  

“You said you had a video.  Was that true?”  Despy asked.  

“Yes.”  Five voices chorused and Despy lowered his head at the confirmation.

“You seriously showed them all?”  He asked raising his head to glare at Bushi.

“Of course I did.  LIJ shares everything.”  Bushi taunted.  “Only fair for them to get a preview before I brought her over to play.”  

“Oh fuck you!”  Despy growled stepping forward towards Bushi only to stop when all five members rose to meet him.  

"Hisa may have cheated on me, but there’s no way she would be with all of them.” He protested.  

His face paled as Bushi extended his phone to him, fighting past the dread that threatened to overcome him and looking at the video on screen.  Sure enough front and center was Hisa on her knees with a cock in her mouth that did not belong to her boyfriend.   The frame shifted and she got on all fours with Bushi mounting her from behind.  A steady run of dirty talk rang through the locker room eventually getting to Bushi talking about his fellow LIJ stablemates.  Her moans were loud as he named each off, indicating his intentions of sharing her with them, and when he mentioned all five of them taking her at once her orgasm was practically instantaneous.  

Despy wished he could write it off to her being in the moment, pleasure over riding her rational thoughts, but as they were dressing the camera continued to roll and Despy watched as Hisa brought it up to Bushi, telling him it was something she wanted to try.  

“Fucking whore,”  Despy growled shoving the phone into Bushi’s chest and storming out of the locker room and returning to his own family in the Suzuki Gun locker room.  He needed some guidance and the best person he knew to go to was Minoru.  

So it was with MiSu’s advice firmly in mind and rage burning through his veins that Despy headed back to the hotel to Hisa with plans in motion that would alter the course of their relationship.  

When he walked into the hotel room he had to work hard to keep his expression clear, planting a smile on his face as he leaned down to kiss Hisa before pulling back with a smirk.  

“You wanna play tonight baby?”  He asked, nuzzling his mouth into the crook of her neck as Hisa moaned arching into his touch.  “Go get yourself ready.  We’re going to have some fun.”   Hisa rushed to her feet, smiling widely as she hurried to the ensuite closet and picked out a little dress to wear.   As soon as she was locked in the bathroom Despy’s grin fell and he glared at the closed door.   Moving around the room he changed into his chosen attire for the night, black slacks, black button down shirt, black vest, black tie and black suit jacket.   To top it off he grabbed his mask, slipping into the pocket on the inside of his suit jacket.  

When Hisa finally emerged from the bathroom Despy greeted her with a wolf whistle, taking his time to slowly drink in the beauty before him.  It was a shame she had to go and ruin everything he thought.  

“All this for me doll?”  He asked with a smirk as he admired the low cut mini dress she was wearing with sky high heels that almost brought her to his height.

“Only for you Despy,” she giggled giving a spin and missing the dark look that crossed his face.  

“It better be.”   He said pulling her close to press a harsh kiss to her lips.  

“Always.”  She said with smile.   If he hadn’t seen the evidence with his own eyes Despy was sure he would have been sucked right in by her lies.  She didn’t even flinch as she lied right to his face.  

“Where are we going?”  She asked as he led her from their room.  

“It’s a surprise.”  Despy said refusing to give her any hints as they walked out to the valet area.   As soon as they were in the car Despy turned to her, pulling a blindfold of his pocket and quickly securing it around the compliant Hisa’s eyes.   She was trembling with nervous excitement wondering what the night was going to bring.  

When he parked the car Hisa had no idea where they were.  It had been a short drive, only about ten minutes, done almost completely in silence as Despy refused to answer any of her questions.   He carefully helped her out of the car and up a few steps of what felt like a patio and Hisa again wondered where they were.  In whose home.   Following the directions he had been given Despy guided Hisa down the hallway towards a waiting bedroom grinning at Bushi who was standing to the side of the bed, dressed exactly as Despy but in all white complete with mask.   Despy slipped on his own mask before setting out stripping down Hisa and instructing her to lay flat on the bed.  

Hisa complied evidence of her arousal evident as her legs spread and she waited anxiously for what was to come.   When fingers brushed her side she moaned, nipples pebbling as they brushed over her breasts and down her stomach.  

“That feel good Hisa?”  Despy asked as he watched Bushi run his hands over her body.  

“So good Despy.”  Hisa said arching into the touch.  

“So good huh?  Feels nice, familiar?”  Despy asked his voice hardening a bit.

“Familiar?”  Hisa asked in confusion, question turning to a moan when the fingers tweaked her nipples.   Bushi stepped away and Despy moved to his vacated spot, running his fingers over the same path Bushi had followed.  

“Yes familiar.  It’s only me right?”  Despy asked, his breath hot against her ears and Hisa shivered as she realized he was wearing the mask.  He knew how crazy it drove her when he wore the mask.  

“Only you baby,” Hisa said yelping as Despy’s fingers suddenly buried themselves inside her pussy.  

“You sure about that?  Cause I heard you’re cheating on me.”  Despy said making Hisa struggle to sit up, failing to do so as Despy’s free hand pushed down on her chest.  

“What?  What are you talking about Despy?  I would never do that.”  Hisa protested vehemently wondering how he could possibly know what she had been up to.

“Are you sure?  Cause Bushi told me otherwise. Did you really think he wouldn’t?”  Despy laughed.  “Threw me off my game a bit in the ring.   Made me lose my temper a bit and get my ass reamed by management.”  

“Bushi?”  Hisa said incredulously wishing the blindfold was off so she could see Despy’s reactions.   “I would never be with him.  He’s lying to you.”  

She pressed a kiss into the palm of his hand when he stroked it gently across her face in a loving gesture.

“God you’re such a fucking beautiful liar.”  He said angrily his hand gripping her chin and squeezing painfully. “If I hadn’t seen the video of you sucking his fucking dick I might be inclined to believe you.”  

Hisa cried out when his hand moved down to grip her throat.

“Imagine my surprise seeing that. Or when I saw you practically begging for the entire fucking LIJ stable to gangbang you.”   Hisa gasped in breath when he released her pushing himself from the bed.  “I wish I had known before I had invested all my time what a fucking whore you were.”  

Hisa’s head swam as she tried to come up with a plausible excuse to soothe Despy’s temper.  She knew she had been stupid to cheat on him, he treated her very well and she did love him, but she just couldn’t stop herself.  

“If you just wanted to fuck a bunch of guys you should have told me from the start.  I would’ve been happy to share you with Suzuki Gun.”   Despy said.  “Instead you go behind my back and spread your legs for fucking Bushi.   Any other masked men I need to worry that you’ve fucked? Any other surprise videos going to come out?”

“I’m sorry Despy.  I’m so sorry. It didn’t mean anything.  It was only one time.  A stupid mistake.”  Hisa plead. “Please. You have to believe me. I love you.”  

Hisa waited anxiously, hearing footsteps moving through the room before her wrists were caught in steel like grasp and yanked over her head before being tied onto the headboard by a belt.  

“Just one time Hisa?  You wound me.”  Hisa froze as she recognized Bushi’s voice then began struggling frantically against the restraints.  “You forgetting about all the times you snuck away from Despy to come suck my dick?” He taunted.  “Did you forget all those nights you came undone under my tongue?”  

“See Hisa,” Despy said coming to sit on the opposite side of her.  “At first I was pissed at Bushi for touching what was mine.   But I came to realize it’s not his fault.  Who wouldn’t take what you offered so freely?  He would be stupid to turn you down.”   Despy’s fingers pinched her nipple tightly making Hisa cry out as he pulled on the sensitive peak.  

“He so staunchly defended your honor Hisa,” Bushi chimed in.  “Didn’t want to believe the truth until he saw the video.  And you repay his loyalty by being a lying cheater.”  Bushi’s hand trailed down her body to rest between her thighs, rubbing his fingers along her slit.  

“Did you know they’ve all seen it Hisa?”  Despy asked leaning down to flick his tongue across her nipple and biting it before pulling back up.  “Bushi showed your little video to all of them.   Evil, Sanada, Hiromu and Naito all saw you sucking Bushi’s dick.  They all saw you talking about how you wanted to get fucked by all five of them at once.  They are very eager to give you a try.”  

Hisa’s face flushed at that revelation and she wished she had never agreed to let Bushi tape her.  She had never imagined he would show it to everyone.   Never thought it would see the light of day.  Now not only had Despy seen it, but all of the LIJ members had heard her talking about how she wanted to fuck them.  An involuntary moan escaped her lips as Bushi pressed two fingers inside her pussy, rubbing her clit with his thumb as he languidly moved his hand inside her.  

“We figure since you want to act like a slut so badly, we’ll treat you like one.”  Bushi said in a conversational tone, as if his hand wasn’t buried in her cunt.   “We’re going to do whatever the fuck we want to you and you’re going to lie there and take it.  Do you understand?”  

“No I’m not.  Let me go right now.”  Hisa demanded refusing to allow them to humiliate her.  

“She says as my hand is in her pussy and she’s practically humping it.” Bushi said dryly looking down to Hisa’s hips were rocking unbidden against his hand.  Humiliation burned brighter on her face as Despy laughed. “Now I’m going to make you beg for it.”  

“I won’t.”   Hisa said emphatically.   Her eyes flinched against the sudden light as Despy ripped off the blindfold, allowing her to see the two men for the first time.  They were a sight to behold Bushi in all white, Despy in all black, each wearing their mask and staring at her.   The anger in Despy’s eyes both aroused and frightened her and she looked into Bushi’s eyes to see them lit with amusement.

They both rose from the bed and Hisa felt empty as Bushi’s fingers left her.   Her eyes watched them as they began to strip unable to find further protests.  When Bushi ripped his belt from the loops and tossed it on the bed her eyes darted from the white leather to Bushi, concern etched on her face.  

“I hope you didn’t think this was going to be pleasurable for you Hisa,” Bushi laughed.  “Cheating sluts don’t get pleasure.  They get punished.” 

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── KINKTOBER DAY EIGHT

breath play w/ könig ─ reader

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könig’s fingers traced down the expanse of your throat, gently tightening his hold as your face hung down the edge of the bed, “just remember, schatz. two taps to my wrist and i’ll pull back, ja?”

you nodded up at him, the same excited glint in your eyes still bright as he leaned forward. your tongue stuck out as he tapped the tip of his cock on your tongue. messily smearing the beads of come over your lips as he grunted quietly.

his other hand made its way to your cunt, running his fingers through your slick folds and sinking one finger into your tight heat. a soft whine fell from your mouth as you looked at him pleadingly.

in the next instant, könig was filling your mouth with his cock. your heart rate thrumming in your chest as you tightened around his finger.

he laughed quietly, one that rumbled through his chest as he began to thrust his finger in and out of you. “you like that, liebling? like when i stuff you full of my cock?”

you couldn’t answer, at least not verbally, but the tight pulse of your cunt answered him all the same.

his hips slowly began to snap forward, each time lasting a bit longer down your throat, forcing your air flow to cut off. drool gently pooled against the sides of your mouth, dribbling down your chin messily.

he eased a second finger into you, and you squirmed under him, all your moans and mewls repressed from the constant thrust of his hips.

the lack of oxygen made everything feel so much more intense, your thighs trying to close around his hand as he grunted quietly, forcing you to keep them open, “how are you feeling, baby?”

your fingers tapped once at his wrist, and he smiled down at you. his cock pulsing from the constant warmth and tightness of your throat.

the both of you began to tether on the edge, you more so as your eyes watered with desperation and anticipation. when your orgasm finally hit, your thighs clenched tightly around his hand. followed by könig pushing his cock down your throat and staying there.

he could feel the ripples of your climax intensify tenfold. your body trembling beneath his as your eyes rolled back.

“you’re doing so good, schatz. oh fuck.”

könig felt the first spurts of come shoot out from his cock and only then did he pull back. your breathing ragged and heavy and he shot his thick ropes of come into your mouth.

“fuck, baby.”

he helped you sit up, his fingers massaging your throat as you rasped out hazily. “i liked it.”

he kissed you lazily, rolling his tongue into your mouth as he hummed. “i could tell, engel. you came so hard.”

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CAN’T FEAR YOUR OWN WORLD Vol. II Part 9 Full Translation

This is the second half of part 10 on the app

Chapter 10

Karakura is by no means a desolate countryside town.

Located on the outskirts of Tokyo's urban area, it is a relatively populous town with a network of railroads passing through the heart of the city.

Supporting a population exceeding one hundred thousand, a general hospital classed as one of the largest even among neighbouring towns, is situated beside Karakura Honchō Station.

Therefore, the station is both used by people living within and without the town with many people travelling in and out of it. In order to protect the town from Aizen's clutches, the Shinigami once used a trick to transfer it along with all 100,000 people to Soul Society, regarding that effort, it was unfathomable even to many Shinigami let alone an ordinary person. Entering and exiting by means of train or traffic was completely blocked for a temporary amount of time, things like electric power, water and sewer services of the surrounding area were also handled so that no abnormalities would occur, furthermore memory manipulation was carried out on a large number of residents living adjacent to Karakura Town, it was one large-scale operation conducted by an entire force of technicians among the Shinigami. As a result, the Shinigami made a success of their astounding foul play technique to deceive the world whilst isolating Karakura Town in a twofold sense. Although this gave rise to victims in the end, the Seireitei managed to keep that number at a bare minimum considering the goals of Aizen and the Arrancar. And now, Karakura Town was isolated from the world once more. The objectives of the people responsible for the isolation, is unclear. If the thing which one might call 'the walls of the dimension separating reality from virtual reality' existed in physical form, then perhaps 'it' causes one to feel as if that was indeed the case —— in accordance with this obscure curtain that intermingled with static noise, it could not even be identified through the eyes of an ordinary human. However, maybe it could have been described as a moderate isolation. The trains never came to a stop. Neither did the vehicles that would normally come and go through the borders of town, and the same could be said of the pedestrians too. The birds in the sky fluttered past one another, the flow of the river also advanced smoothly. Another ordinary day. But the town was unmistakably isolated. "The heck? My TV stopped receiving broadcasts?" "Hello, hello? Guess I got cut-off…" "I'm not getting any reception." -- "Neither am I!" "These e-mails for work, they've got me beat…" "Are you kidding me, I actually lost connection just when I was about to win!" Voices such as these could be heard scattered all throughout Karakura Town. Various telecommunications equipment and transceivers of radio waves connecting to the outside of town stopped working, it was no longer possible to make any electronic contact whatsoever with the outside world. Nonetheless, it was a matter that lasted only a brief few minutes. The telecast signals were restored first of all, other functions subsequently returned in an ordered fashion from radio stations, to landlines, wireless connections, the internet and then cell phones. Whilst tilting their heads in puzzlement, everybody came to accept it in their own way believing that it was "probably caused by a power outage at the relevant facilities" and then returned to their daily lives. What they remained oblivious to, is the fact that during those brief few minutes, all communication devices present within the town which easily exceeds one hundred thousand, had also been 'tagged'. And some communication devices that were sorted through those 'tags', failed to recover their communication functions even after the few minutes had passed.

"Huh… that's strange…" At Ururu's words, Jinta replies wearing a look of agony. "What are you talking about? The only thing that seems strange right now is my condition!" Whilst disregarding the noise coming out of Jinta who was forced to carry half of the 500kg worth of an infinite number of super-balls on his back alone, Ururu posed a question to Tessai who was walking beside her. "Tessai san, my cell phone, it's become unusable…" "Heh, if you're just going to be looking at porn sites anyway then it might as well be broken, whoa- hyahaha!? Stop, wait, damn you! Don't tickle me when I'm in this state!" Away from Jinta whose quivering knees were about to give way, Tessai responds to the words of Ururu. "Hrmm? Could it be some kind of electromagnetic interference?" In contrast to Jinta who was propping up a bag weighing around 250kg on his back, Tessai effortlessly lifted the remaining baggage with one arm. With the hand that was not currently occupied he took out his own cell phone and confirmed the status of its reception. "…It's true, my phone doesn't seem to be working either." However, after executing several operations from there, Tessai knit his eyebrows together in unease. "This… doesn't seem like any ordinary electromagnetic interference. And I sense a fluctuation of strange Reiatsu too… let's return to the shop quickly."

"From here onwards it's all Karakura Town… but I wonder what this is all about?" At the border of a town which sits on the west side of Karakura. A young Shinigami who is in charge of said neighbouring town had finally arrived at that spot. "Considering the fact that an urgent transmission had come from Seireitei… could this be the doing of a Hollow? Or even a Quincy…?" Confronted with a curious barrier, he spontaneously whispered to himself.

A hologram-like curtain being projected in mid-air, is completely covering the entirety of town whilst emitting static noise. Despite this, cars, pedestrians and even the trains on top of that, stormed into the curtain and passed through it as if nothing had happened, was it not visible to them? "Okay then, to hell with it!" Although there was a moment of hesitation, the Shinigami who was a man of action made his steps towards the curtain as it currently stood. And then —— "…Oof? What, was I just able to pass through normal-…" In the midst of speaking, he noticed that there was another shinigami before his eyes. "Who are you? Aren't the guys in charge of Karakura supposed to be a young male and female duo?" At the query, a Shinigami with the appearance of a man in the prime of his life sporting grey streaked hair, in turn, posed a question of his own to the young Shinigami. "I'm in charge of Kagamino City further east from here. And I'd like to ask you the same thing. Just now, you came out from Karakura Town, regarding the current situation on the inside, what's happening?" "What are you talking about…?" It was at this point the young Shinigami noticed an abnormality. The scenery around him, was completely different to the one he saw before passing through the curtain. "Where is this place…? Where is the railway station?" "This place is at the east side of Karakura Town. The railway station you speak of, you mean Karakura Honchō Station right?… By some chance, could it be that you… were at the west side of the town just now?" Then, he realised. The curtain performed different actions towards Shinigami and ordinary humans. At the same time, he was concerned about the safety of the Shinigami on the inside. "Are they going to be okay…? I don't expect the Shinigami in charge of Karakura Town are that strong…" "In any case, I'll be reporting upwards.… Don't worry about it, Kurosaki Ichigo, former captain Isshin and former captain Urahara in addition to that are all present in Karakura Town. That guy will likely demonstrate some kind of breakthrough solution." They were oblivious. Oblivious to the fact that both Kurosaki Ichigo and Kurosaki Isshin were currently not in town. As well as the fact that instead, it was one among the vice captains who doesn't quite match Kurosaki Ichigo and Isshin as a fighting power, that happens to be visiting.

Urahara Shōten

"Yukio Hans Vorarlberna…" Hisagi was perplexed by that lengthy name for an instant, but it was a proper noun he had certainly heard of before when he went around collecting information on Kurosaki Ichigo. At the same time he recalls that this is a name that had entered his ears only recently. —— "That's because we travelled there directly through Yukio and Riruka's abilities. I guess our side was running a fair amount of risk in our own way too huh?" "…! Ginjō's comrade!?" "…You could say that. So then, who might you be? Though frankly, I have no business with anyone other than Urahara san." In response to the question posed by the young boy who spoke in a dispassionate tone through the airborne monitor, Hisagi replies whilst clenching his fists tightly. "I'm the Gotei 13's Squad 9 vice captain Hisa—— ” "Oh, never mind. I doubt there's any point in even remembering it." "Arrgh!? What's your deal jerk!? Have a little more patience to at least hear the rest! This is the goddamn opposite of what happened with that guy Ganju!" (TN -- as a reminder, back in volume 1 during their first encounter, Ganju could only remember half of Hisagi's name "[…] you’re the vice captain of some squad… vice captain…Hi…Hisa…" except here the roles are sort of reversed with Hisagi only able to say half his own name.) Paying no heed to Hisagi who had worked himself into a frenzy, Yukio turned to Urahara and began to address him. "It's been half a year since I last saw you it seems, I want you to come along with me for a little while." "Oh my, I would have come out to meet you if you had given me a phone call in advance you know? But I get the picture more or less." "Oh…?" In contrast to Yukio who narrowed his eyes, Hisagi's eyes widened in surprise as he raised a question. "Is it true Urahara san? You have some idea of whatever the heck this guy's objectives may be…?" Thereupon Urahara closed his fan with a snap whilst smiling fearlessly. "With gaming ventures as its cornerstone, the president of 'Y. Hans Enterprise' which has achieved rapid growth at the heart of the entertainment industry, will only have one firm request of me." All of a sudden the fan which had just been closed, flew open with a loud thwack as Urahara made his assertion. "Just say it! You want to poach me away to your own company don't you?" "…Whaa?" "……" Hisagi wore a bewildered look as if to indicate that he wasn't sure how he should respond, Yukio's face was completely devoid of expression.

Unfazed by the stance of the other two, Urahara brazenly continued. "Oh no, perhaps I should say you have a discerning eye, as someone who continues to develop new products for a small-time candy store, I personally think it's about time to get noticed by big companies. Having said that, if you think I'm a man that can be swayed by money then that's disconcerting you know? If you want to buy my Shitamachi* craftsmanship, then I would hope you'd answer with sincerity rather than money. More specifically, how about a 7% stake in your company?" (*TN -- a concept that refers to "old town Tokyo" where minor vendors and artisans can be found, Shitamachi culture is in keeping with traditional methods and is deemed more authentic/reliable. It is therefore in opposition to mass-production and modernised techniques.) "Isn't that still asking for money in the end!? What is up with that dramatic 7% figure!? Or rather, how is Karakura Town Shitamachi!? Also a small-time candy store doesn't have any particular need to develop its own merchandise in the first place does it!?" "…Hisagi san, you genuinely retort with such civility. Perhaps Vorarlberna san should also follow your example?" In response to Urahara who said as much without the slightest hint of shame, Yukio was neither surprised nor offended, but merely spoke his own opinions with an unconcerned air. "As frightening as ever, with regard to you that is. You're the type I'd least like to encounter in a player versus player game." "What's the matter? To hear this all of a sudden." "While you were spouting irrelevant jokes, just now, you were observing every reaction on my side weren't you? Your manipulative tactics had already begun with your jokes that looked down on the person in question didn't it?" "You overestimate me. Do I look like that kind of scoundrel?" Urahara gave a strained laugh as he veiled himself deeply with his hat, and from under the brim of that hat, with a daring gaze he stared up towards Yukio who was on the other end of the monitor. "Owing to the nature of my business, I tend to evaluate the other party, however it's not like I can see through everything." Watching Urahara who tactfully evaded his questions, Yukio heaved a sigh as he spoke. "Whatever, forget about it. But, you understand enough to know that my objectives are not to poach you away right? It's the first reasoning phase. Even though I still haven't given you any key items*, are you able to guess the objectives on my side?" (*TN -- he's using gaming terminology, "key items" here refers to collectables players would be able to pick up in their virtual world to aid themselves in-game.) "I want to say I know what your game is, but I can't be sure at this stage. Just how many times would the answer be right? At least I know there is no intent to kill or hostility coming from Vorarlberna san, so I hope that I also have time on my side." "Huh?" —— No hostility? —— Come to think of it, it certainly doesn't feel like we're under attack. What Hisagi is able to determine from the monitor that appeared in midair and the static noise like substance which began to flicker around the shop, is the presence of an ability which has forced a digital virtual world to fuse with the real one. Therefore, whilst cautiously considering whether or not the data of his own physical system could be rewritten at will, using his Reiatsu perception Hisagi attempted to feel around for the whereabouts of Yukio himself. Though there was indeed no indication that they were undergoing an attack, Hisagi had recollections of being manipulated in the past whilst remaining completely unaware of the fact that he had succumb to an attack by the Quincy known as Pepe and is thus unable to allow himself the carelessness. —— Crap, I remembered it. How the hell could I… with that weird old fart… Although the brainwashing which was applied through the power of Pepe's Schrift had since been lifted, he recalled that he once 'loved' the Quincy in question even if it was only for a moment, whilst twitching in discomfort he shook his head. "Urahara san, you say this guy has no hostility… well then, why did he go to the trouble of isolating Karakura Town?" A short while ago, Hisagi had sent a transmission to Soul Society in order to request a Gentei Kaijo, however a reply has still not returned. He feared it likely that communications had been obstructed by some means, but he couldn't afford to ascertain whether or not that was also part of the isolation. In order to effectively do battle in a state where his power has been suppressed by a substantial margin like this, Hisagi has grown through continuous training, having said that, he would probably be forced into a fierce struggle if his opponents also happen to be the likes of Adjuchas or Vasto Lorde class Hollows. "Ah yes, it's true that I carried out the isolation of this town." It was Yukio himself who responded to Hisagi's question. Despite watching Yukio doubtfully, even from Hisagi's intuition, there was nothing that seems to indicate that this other party held any animosity. Faced with Hisagi who was just considering what his goals might be if that was truly the case, Yukio continued his sentence. "But there is no hostility… when it comes to me that is." Then, almost simultaneously, a change materialised in the scene. Hisagi perceives the fluctuation of a faint Reiatsu at his back, as he leapt forward without a word, he turned to look over his shoulder at the spot he was standing in until that point. What was standing there as a result, is the figure of person who had emerged from the static noise in the air, an extendable baton decorated with some sort of curious ornaments had just been swung down towards the spot Hisagi was in only a moment ago. Even though it wasn't a blade, as a blunt instrument its force will not allow one to get away without consequences so long as it was able to strike one's head Considering the endurance of a Shinigami, its strength seems to be no big deal, however it also did not appear likely that this was an ordinary extendable baton. And above all —— the moment he caught sight of the individuals holding identical batons gushing forth one after another from the surrounding static noise, Hisagi determined that the situation had already transitioned to battle status. That he was able to dodge it right away, even while listening to Urahara's comical conversation, is likely due to his long-standing experience of continuous battle as a Shinigami. As he extended his hand towards the hilt of his Zanpakutō, Hisagi observes the crowd of people that had appeared in front of Urahara Shōten. —— This isn't Hollow or Quincy Reiatsu. —— These guys… are they, human? It's not the case that they were souls of the deceased, rather a group of men and women who clearly had a Reiraku colour no different to that of an ordinary human being living here in the Human World. In uniformity, they all wore suits adorned with white patterns on a black cloth, on their faces they donned gas masks with the same colour scheme and as a result it was impossible to examine their facial expressions. —— Assuming they're human, I can't afford to end up killing them so rashly. —— But, if these guys are ordinary humans, then this disparity in numbers is not a problem either… Hisagi made an attempt to knock the whole crew senseless through Shunpo and Hakuda, however —— "!?" The moment he moved around and cut in behind his opponent using Shunpo, he perceives a sense of discomfort and in that way was forced to dive backwards by one step. In an instant, a baton brushes past the tip of his nose. Despite having completely moved around to his opponents' blind spot, to his surprise they dealt an attack his way with the utmost precision using moves that almost made it appear as if they had eyes in the back of their heads. To go further, their movements were much faster than that of ordinary humans, even to the point where it seemed far beyond the level of Shinigami foot soldiers. —— What the heck is up with these guys!? —— Could they be detecting my position with Reikaku (spiritual sense)? The likes of Shinigami, Hollows and some unique humans are all able to detect the Reiatsu belonging to other beings through a sense known as Reiatsu Chikaku (spiritual pressure perception) — commonly referred to as "Reikaku". However it did not appear likely that ordinary humans living in the Human World would be able to perform such an action, Hisagi considered the possibility that they were some kind of gifted individuals. But naturally, the enemy did not give him the leisure of thinking things through. As he evaded the swarm of batons which came swooping down on him in quick succession from the surroundings, Hisagi senses that a slight anomaly has emerged within himself. —— What the hell? —— My moves, they're getting sluggish…? Even counting the fact that his limiter had not been released, he still got the feeling that his reaction speeds had slowed by around 10% compared to usual. After visualising the movements in his mind, it took his body a brief moment of delay before putting it into operation. Having observed the situation, Urahara narrows his eyes whilst muttering to himself. "Poison… no, this is manipulation of souls and Reishi… isn't it?" "What are you implying Urahara san!?" "Let's see, just now, you were lightly grazed by the baton belonging to Mr. Black suit guy over there correct? Since then, Hisagi san's Reiatsu feels as though it's been thrown a little out of order. I'm afraid it's likely that this is the application of a Fullbring where contact amounts to a trigger for activating the ability." Urahara attentively puts the conjecture derived from his own observations into words. "So that's how it is…! As expected of you Urahara san. It's just like you to remain so calm in the midst of a free-for-all like th-… wait a minute?” Hisagi evaded the enemy's attacks using taijutsu and at the same time was impressed by Urahara, but then he noticed a great difference in the situation surrounding himself and Urahara. "…Why do I get the impression, that it's only me who's being attacked!?" The black suited group clad in gas masks who made an appearance in the vicinity of the shop, all uniformly rushed in to attack Hisagi alone and did not even attempt to make an approach in Urahara's direction who at a glance, appears to be unguarded. "Well, I wonder how this came about? Is it down to a so-called difference in personal virtue?" "Isn't that a little unfair!?… Hey, Yukio right!? What's the big idea jerk!?" At Hisagi who yelled towards the projected image in the air, Yukio replied in a bored-looking manner. "Didn't you listen to anything I was just saying? I told you, I have business with Urahara san." "…Having important business with him, doesn't mean having him wiped out or something does it?" "If that were the case I would have mounted a surprise attack a long time ago. Do I look like the type to launch an offensive after announcing myself in an act of fair play?" While the static noise surrounding the mid-air screen flickered, Hisagi who eyed Yukio as he spoke, clicked his tongue thinking "…he doesn't seem like that type" and drives the heel of his palm into one of the black suited assailants. "If that's true, then what is the motive for attacking me?… Well, considering the story I heard from Ginjō, that the comrade of that guy would hate us Shinigami, is understandable I guess." Due to the Shinigamis' betrayal, his fellow Fullbringers who were once his comrades were all slaughtered. If they were made to hear of such a past from Ginjō, then it's not surprising for the Fullbringers to even consider any Shinigami they come across as a clear enemy who should be cut down immediately. Was Urahara not a target simply because they knew he is an individual who had been exiled from the Shinigami's world? As he sidestepped the black suited gang's assault, it was Hisagi who guessed as much, however, what emerged on the face of Yukio who had heard his words, was an expression that intermingled with slight astonishment. "…Really? That guy Kūgo, went as far as to talk to you about something like that?" Finally, at Hisagi towards whom he was thus far as indifferent to as a stone by the roadside, Yukio opens his mouth to speak with a look that harboured interest for the first time. "I don't think Kūgo would have succumbed to torture or interrogation. How are the two of you acquainted?" "…We simply got to know each other through a round of drinks on one occasion. At present we are neither friend nor foe." "……?" "Well, it suffices to call it a cooperation between a journalist and an interviewee… look, if you're interested in listening to what I have to say then make these guys stop!" Dodging the black suited group who continued to advance on him as before, Hisagi finally took a wide leap towards the sky and escaped. In that way, he fortified the Reishi under his feet in a position that was out of the reach of the black suits, and remained motionless in the air. As he fixed a glare at the Yukio within the projected image which he had come to meet at the same eye level, Hisagi sets the situation straight. —— Phew, thank goodness I went without entering a Gigai. If a member of the public were to see me flying around the place… —— Wait? Does the fact that they can see my spirit body, mean that every single of those guys down there are indeed Fullbringers? Supposing that the black suited gang were Fullbringers, it was entirely possible that they could also leap as far as this point. Realising be was in no position to take a breather, Hisagi once again looked down on the black suited group below. In a split second —— he became aware of the fact that what was before his lowered gaze, was somebody's arm entangling itself around the upper half of his body. "…?……!?" It did not feel like something was touching him. Even Hisagi's sharpened sense of Reiatsu Chikaku couldn't detect a single abnormality whatsoever there. However, the image of somebody's slender arm did indeed enter his eyes, gently embracing Hisagi's body from behind. Then, as if to prove it wasn't a hallucination —— an enchanting female voice resounded close to his ear. "How fascinating…" "……Gah!" Suddenly, a chill ran down Hisagi's spine. "…That occupations such as journalism exist even in Soul Society." At the whisper which sounded as though it could melt one's mind just by listening to it, Hisagi forgets he was standing on a field of battle for a moment. Nevertheless, the voice was so out of place that it quite conversely evoked a sense of wariness in the battle-hardened Hisagi, as if to dispel the voice he fanned out both arms as he turned to look back. There was no sensation indicating that his arms had made contact with anything. But "she" was certainly there. "…Who the hell are you? It seems you're neither Shinigami nor Hollow…" What met Hisagi's eyes, was a beautiful young woman. The woman was clad in a style of suit which was a combination of dignified and flirtatious, she exudes a mysterious allure which cannot be described in words. "Quincy?… That's not it. Assuming you're Yukio's associate, are you perhaps a Fullbringer?" "That would be correct… no hang on." The woman made a momentary pause in her speech, with a meaningful smile spread across her face, she corrected her answer. " ——In this instance, perhaps it's better to say 'exacta'? Mr. Vice captain of squad 9." "……!?” In Hisagi's mind, vigilance levels towards this opponent spiked by several notches. The unique catchphrase "exacta" which had just been uttered, is the habitual saying of Findorr Calius, an Arrancar whom Hisagi once battled in this place —— or strictly speaking, a replica town which imitated Karakura. Although he announced his rank to Yukio a little earlier, it turns out she knows information personal to Hisagi. Moreover, if she has knowledge of even the details contained within that inner sanctum of battle, then it is no longer possible to underestimate her as a mere human. "…You know me that well huh? What's up with that, could it be that you're something of a fan of mine?" Even if she was a bewitching woman, the sort of which would cause Hisagi's heart to sway —— "Sure. If I told you, that's right… after learning all about you, I've been wanting to get closer to you for a long time, would you believe me?" "……" Even if she uttered charming words in a voice which would cause Hisagi's heart to sway —— "…Th-there's no way I would believe something like that!" Maintaining his reasoning power which was being pushed to its very limits, Hisagi places a hand on the hilt of his Zanpakutō. —— Be careful, be careful damn it. This would have been a close call if it weren't for the warning I got from captain commander Kyōraku and captain Muguruma. While he recollected the time he was judged as "seemingly second to none when it comes to falling into the snares of dubious women", in his mind Hisagi began to meditate under a serene waterfall. As if seeing through his inner thoughts, an unwelcome warning came resounding through the air all the way back from Earth. "Are you alright~! Hisagi san~! Please be wary of honeytraps!"

In response to Urahara who called out to him in such a way from below, Hisagi protested as his cheeks began to redden. "What are you insinuating!? Why would you have that sort of impression of me!? It's not like I'd be taken in by her schemes is it!? At any rate, I'm still a vice captain you know!?" Hisagi yelled with vigour that would likely put him on the verge of tears were it not for these exceptional state of affairs, the woman on the other hand cast words at Hisagi which were difficult to discern as either satire or seriousness. "Oh, what a pity. If only I were able to avoid a fight using my feminine charm, things would have been easier that way." With a seductive smile playing on her face, the female Fullbringer inclined her head as she gazed fixedly at Hisagi. —— Calm down, I need to calm down! Don't let her deceive you, that's right, think about Rangiku san! Without revealing the fretfulness of his inner thoughts on his countenance, Hisagi feigned a cool visage and gave his response. "…That is a pity. You certainly are attractive, but if you want to seduce me then you've got to adopt a risqué style on par with Rangiku san." "Hisagi san. It seems you intend to clinch victory with a suave act, but if Rangiku san were to hear you, don't you feel it's likely she would make you eat an axe kick, and on top of that, blurt out the cold, hard truth which would no doubt kill the mood?" "Huuuh…? What did I do…?" Regaining his senses at Urahara's words, Hisagi avoided meeting the gazes of those around him whilst the blush on his face crept up to his ears. The woman who was floating in midair giggled after seeing the state Hisagi was in, at the same time she slowly extended both arms. "You're quite the amusing one. It would be pleasant if others among the Shinigami also had a similar sense of humour." Then, as if conducting an orchestra, she begins to wave her hands around. "Allow me to reintroduce myself … I'm Michibane Aura." Her dancing fingertips resembled that of a performer's pulling the strings of a marionette, that alone made one sense a kind of beauty. "Although my station is life is nothing more than a maid for the gods who govern death, I am most pleased to make your acquaintance." "……?" —— Gods who govern death? —— Is that referring to us Shinigami? What does she mean by “maid”? Though puzzled by the words and actions of the woman who gave her name as Aura, Hisagi immediately notices an unusual change in their surroundings.

As soon as the reiatsu belonging to the humans at ground level mutated, the whole crew raised their batons towards the air. In response to that spectacle which even appeared to resemble vegetation extending its vines towards the sun, Hisagi got a bad feeling. Then, his forebodings were proved justified. The patterns which decorated the surface of the extendable batons materialises and floats up to the skies above, remaining like that, they bloat to take the form of enormous tentacles which then charge towards Hisagi who was standing in midair. "Whaa…!?" The symbols and characters reminiscent of a summoning circle began to flock together, the tentacles flailed about like it was perhaps a single organism. For Hisagi who contemplated the possibility of something more akin to a Cero on the verge of being fired, this was an unexpected attack. Hisagi unsheathes his Zanpakutō on the spot and swiftly cuts away a number of the tentacles approaching him, but then —— The 'branches of the patterns' which were severed off, instantaneously attaches itself back together and resumes its attack on Hisagi once more. "…They're just like a huge swarm of insects! What gives damn it!?" Hisagi continues to dodge whilst dealing slashing attacks, but owing to the fact that this was ineffective regardless of how many cuts he made, Hisagi concluded that his physical endurance would be the first thing to drain at this rate. In addition, as he crossed his sword with 'branches of the patterns', Hisagi perceives another danger. Every time he would slash a cluster of characters, a strange distortion is produced in the Reiatsu of his Zanpakutō. A sensation that made it seem as though the sharpness of the blade itself had grown blunt, it felt like something close to the decline of his physical ability which he sensed a little earlier. "Damn… this feeling, it's awfully similar to the time that guy Ayasegawa got me…" Hisagi once crossed blades with Ayasegawa Yumichika in the mayhem that was created when Kurosaki Ichigo appeared in Soul Society for the first time. The result was a humiliating defeat for Hisagi. The ability of Ayasegawa's "Ruri'iro Kujaku", which was a hidden ace up his sleeve, is 'Reiatsu absorption', Reiatsu is sucked up by the light rays of the blade which spread like the feathers of a peacock, the sensation of his body being rendered motionless is something Hisagi still distinctly recalls even now. —— But, it's different from that time. Rather than being absorbed… it's more like the feeling of being pinned down. —— Is this the "manipulation of Reishi" Urahara san mentioned earlier? What a drag. Although the Reiatsu itself remains unchanged, he could not help thinking that the way in which his sword had become eerily blunt, is perhaps comparable to his blade being immersed within a muddy swamp. He feared it likely that this was the enemy's ability, however he could not quite comprehend that theory at the same time. —— Perhaps it's closer to Kira's "Wabisuke"…? If that's the case, then a game of endurance isn't the best idea. A Zanpakutō which doubles the weight of whatever it strikes flashed through his mind and Hisagi prepares himself to deal with the threat. "It can't be helped…" Then, towards Aura and the black suited group on the ground, Hisagi uttered words which took the form of a warning. "Even though it's not very clear what your goals are yet… from this point onwards, I will judge you as an enemy." "…Oh my, who would've guessed that you'd also be capable of wearing an expression like that." Realising that the atmosphere surrounding Hisagi has changed, Aura responds while narrowing her eyes. "But if you give me your word that you would no longer be an obstacle for us, then we would even be willing to lay down our arms this very minute you know?" It was different from the mood in the moment he was teased by Urahara only a short while ago. An intent to kill begets one to return the favour, he wore the face of a "Shinigami" who is capable of cutting down an enemy without any hesitation whether they were human or not. If one were to ask the captains who were either the belligerent or dutiful type, he believes they would probably say he was "too slow when finding his resolve", despite this Hisagi once again solidifies his resolve to kill the 'enemy' before his eyes. Nevertheless, perhaps it comes down to the influence of the 'path' Tōsen had preached to him? It is precisely because he understands that his own blade is an article capable of killing others, that Hisagi deliberately gave one final warning to those who stood in his way. "To those of you who are readying a sudden attack, you won't be an obstacle for me either. First and foremost, what do you hope to achieve by covering the town with something like this?" "…This is the preparation." At Hisagi's remark, Aura lowered both hands and gave her response. Accordingly, the cluster of patterns that writhed around Hisagi also began to exhibit calmness, its material body swayed left and right where it had maintained a distance. "Preparation…?” "This very Karakura Town, is the greatest Jūreichi in the world. You know that right?" "Of course.… Wait, surely not." Hitting upon a certain hypothesis, Hisagi involuntarily raises his voice. "You guys wouldn't be trying to forge an 'Ōken' now would you!?" Ōken. The key to the "Soul King Palace" which can be manufactured through a Jūreichi with a radius of half a spirit mile, and an offering of one hundred thousand souls. Considering the fact that Aizen Sōsuke once launched an invasion towards Karakura Town in order to destroy the "Soul King", it's more than conceivable that this theory would be the objective for isolating this town. However, Aura slowly shakes her head in response to Hisagi's outcry. "Perhaps I should say that making such a speculation… is regrettable." "What did you just say…?" "We do not intend to sacrifice the souls of innocent citizens, and there is no need to forge an Ōken either." As a bold smile revealed itself on her face, Aura threw Hisagi's mind into disarray through her roundabout manner of speaking. "Because our purpose… is to turn Karakura Town itself, into a true capital that will seat the 'king'." "…Huh?" For a moment, Hisagi couldn't comprehend what his opponent was saying. Could it be an ill-natured joke, or an unreliable statement made in order to confuse his side? Rather, if he was instead told that they were manufacturing an Ōken by carrying out a massacre of all the humans belonging to this town, he probably would have been able to accept it more easily. However, his mind could not at all register the meaning behind the words stating to 'turn this town into the king's capital'. At the bewildered Hisagi, Aura continues to speak. "The Soul King Palace, and Las Noches. With the thrones established in Soul Society and Hueco Mundo as two wings, the throne would be whole supposing the town itself also became a wing above the two. That is the destiny bestowed upon us after all." "…What are you talking about? I mean… who is this 'king' you're referring to?" As a natural consequence, questions began to emerge in Hisagi's thoughts. —— There's no way, it can't possibly be Aizen could it? —— Or maybe Yhwach? No, that guy was definitely killed by Ichigo…. Despite several names floating to his head, one young face comes to mind in a corner of a dizzying myriad of ever-changing memory fragments. —— K…King…? —— "-- said he would -- allow me -- king --" —— No doubt, they were at the nobles' medical institution, the one who said that…. Even regardless of the fact that he had explained the encounter to Urahara a short while ago, he was unable to make an immediate link between the current situation and the person in question. Though there were various inexplicable aspects to the encounter, to Hisagi it appeared unlikely that there was also a connection to this absurd notion in which Karakura Town would be made the king's capital of the Human World. However —— Recalling the exchange of words from that time in detail, it occurred to Hisagi that his core temperature had rapidly chilled to the bone. —— "Besides… Tokinada sama said he would allow the likes of me to become king!" "…*gasp!*" The scattered puzzle pieces began to link together and produce a disturbing sound in Hisagi's head. What he still couldn't understand is whether this was a coincidence or an inevitably, or perhaps he was even being played into the palm of somebody's hand, as if with a groan, Hisagi muttered a name that was in the depths of his memory. "Ubuginu… Hikone?" " ! " It was at that point that the smile began to fade from Aura's face for the first time. "I'm surprised…. How is it that you know this name?" "Are you… by some chance, Tsunayashiro Tokinada's subordinate…?" "As I mentioned earlier, I am a maid, but to call me a subordinate… that would not be accurate. However, are you really fine with that? That someone such as yourself, would actually address a member of the Tsunayashiro clan, one of the four great noble houses, without the proper honorifics." Aura spoke as if to stir a reaction, but Hisagi was unfazed by it. "…Just now, it became no longer a necessity to attach 'sama' to his name." "…I think how Hisagi san should rather put it, is that 'sama' doesn't particularly suit Yoruichi san nor Byakuya san either…." When Urahara who was following the conversation from ground level whispered as much, the transmitted image of Yukio opens his mouth to speak as if matching that. "Aren't you going to go assist him? I feel Aura is a tough opponent to challenge for a solo player, don't you agree?" Looking at the projected image which blended with the sporadic static noise, Urahara spoke as he rhythmically poked at the ground with Benihime which takes the form of a sword cane. "Not at all, if anything I'm the support type specialising in buffs and recovery after all. Though somewhat capricious, Hisagi san is more outstanding as an attacker wouldn't you agree?" "Hmm? From the looks of it, it doesn't seem like he's doing that much DPS." "If pushed to say then I suppose he's more of a tank. He stands out by being tough to kill."

(TN -- If you're unfamiliar with gaming lingo: Buff = enhances the power/effectiveness of a game element/player. DPS = damage per second, refers to a player's, or more specifically their weapon's damage output. Tank = a class of playable character that typically occupies an enemy thereby redirecting the aggressor's attack while another player deals damage or completes some other objective, tanks generally have a lot of HP or “health” and can thus survive longer or are more difficult to kill as Urahara put it.)

In this space which was made to be dominated by the static noise and the sound of his cane prodding the earth's surface, Urahara closely observes the black suited group on ground level. After the tentacled patterns were shot from the batons, without even moving a muscle they merely continued to gradually release the Reiatsu in their possession towards the sky.

"…However, you guys are really playing dirty huh? About that, will both the 'person on the inside' as well as the 'person on the outside' be alright?" (TN -- When Urahara says "person on the inside' the furigana says "貴女" referring to a lady, that is, Aura. When he says "person on the outside" the furigana says "依り代" which means "spirit-dewelling object", you should be able to put the pieces together about Aura and her black suits now.) Aura took a scowling Hisagi's gaze in stride with a smile, but she somehow managed to catch the sound of Urahara's voice, raising her own voice ever so slightly she addresses him from midair. "As expected… you are a frightening man, Urahara Kisuke." "Oh my, you heard me?" "Were you able to discern my innate abilities, already?" " ! " Hisagi also reacts to those words, whilst being wary of his surroundings, he turns his line of sight in Urahara's direction. Each Fullbringer has their own special set of abilities. As far as Hisagi had investigated, the man known as Tsukishima who was with Ginjō for instance, possessed a terrifying ability in which he could insert his presence into the past of another person, and though by individual units, it could also alter history itself. Assuming the woman before his eyes is a Fullbringer, then the cluster of symbols and characters writhing around him, and the reason why he felt the strength within himself and his Zanpakutō diminishing, may surely be put down to a result of her abilities. In order to carry the progress of battle in their favour, Hisagi awaited Urahara's response, but then —— "Well I never, how can that be? Don't go pulling my leg now." With a soft chuckle, Urahara answers Aura's question. "You don't use any so-called innate abilities do you?" "……" "…No, perhaps it's more accurate to say, you 'can’t use' them, right?"

[jungkooksfingertips]

In Consult - Chapter 1

Characters: Jungkook x y/n, Jungkook x iu

Genre: Office!AU

Tags: Slowburn, Angst, Fluff, possible smut if you squint

Wordcount: 

a/n: the first few chapters of this will be based on my irl crush in my office khdkjhgkfhk the ending will be different ofcourse. unless i wanna make this heartwrenching and stick with the way it is right now.

Chapter 1

It’s been a few months since I graduated from college. Already a few months since I’ve been doing nothing in life - I can now be officially called a house potato. Or maybe a pig since I’ve been eating non-stop. I haven’t been visited by the God of cleaning since my room looks like a pig’s den. I should really clean up before my grandmother nags me to death again. 

I finally get up from my bed as I start picking up the pieces of papers scattered everywhere in the room, after I blast on some music from my phone. Throwing them into the plastic bag I went and stole from my aunt’s room as I sit back down onto the bed, throwing my clothes onto it as they pile up into a big hill. Why do I own so many clothes but never find the ones I want to wear? Sighing I start to sort them out one by one, folding them neatly as I set them into one orderly pile inside my wardrobe. Smiling proudly at the small percentage of cleanliness in my room as I look towards my phone from the sudden ‘ding.’ 

“Aren’t you looking for a job? We have an opening here if you want to apply.” My aunt told me in messenger as I plopped back down onto the bed, humming at the thought. Maybe it’s time I get up and look for a job, earn some cash for the boys I’ve always wanted to see. 

“Really? Can I bring my friend with me?” 

“Sure! Just tell me both your Emails and you can come anytime and start the application.” 

Perfect timing. From what I remember, Hisa’s mom has been bugging her to look for a job here before she can live in Japan. 

“BOO! I got news, wanna come with me to apply for a new job? 😜” I say as I messaged her, laying back down onto the bed as I take a “short break” from “cleaning.”

“Fine. So I can finally tell my mom I tried to find a job. I wanna leave this country so bad.” Typical Hisa.

“Yeah yeah. So, Tuesday? See you?” 

“Yep. I’ll sleep over your place the night before and the night after.”

“K. See u” I say as i toss my phone away, looking around the evident mess still around the room. “I’m too lazy for this fuck it.” 

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Throwing my stuff onto the floor as I sigh, jumping onto my bed as I groan. “God I really hope we get in this one, I badly need money to support my fangirling needs.” I say as I grab my phone to scroll onto my social media accounts to keep me distracted. Even though it’s about 1 in the morning. 

“If we get in, we get in. If not…. Then Lord God please give this to us.” Hisa mumbles out as she sits onto the extra bed, already fixing her overnight stuff out as she gets ready to take a shower. 

“I mean, for you it’s fine if you don’t. At Least you have a backup plan, living in Japan with your family. I, for one, really want this job.” I whine out as I curl up into a ball, still scrolling through facebook as I grin. “You think I can find a boyfriend when we start working?” I ask as I chuckle shaking my head at the thought. 

“Girl, better pray you get in before asking for the impossible.” Hisa hisses out as she grins teasingly, earning a side eye from me as I sit up from the bed. “Go and shower you stinky mushroom.” 

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It’s the next day, Hisa already went home by herself and I’m here staring at my phone waiting for the final interview phone call from the company. 

“3:15pm...they said they’d call by 3:00pm..” I mumble to myself as I pout, already thinking of the worst as I roam my vision around my room, biting onto my lower lip nervously as I decide to message Hisa and ask if she received any call yet. 

“Do you think we failed? Like… Are they not gonna call us anymore is this the end? :(“ 

“Shhh. they said we had potential.. I’m sure they’ll call just, give it some more time.” Hisa says as I start to play with my fingers while anxiously waiting for the call. It was when I thought they really wouldn’t call back when my phone started ringing. Picking it up after the third ring as I stand up suddenly. “Hello? Yes? Yes it’s me.” I say while panting, grinning as I get the jitters running down my spine once more as the interview continues on. 

“Yes.. Yes thank you so much sir.” I say as I end the call. The interview went well - well at least to me. A few seconds after it sank into my head I decided to write to Hisa, telling her how my interview went. “God, I was so nervous, He even asked if it was a good time to call since I was panting…. But it went well overall. They’re gonna call you soon. Tell me how it goes! God I hope we get this both.” I say as I see Hisa typing, then disappearing. Hm, they must’ve called her already.

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“Thanks for your time, Erina. We’ll text you the results within the week.”

It’s only been a day, but I’m anxious. My aunt said that it usually takes less than 24 hours for them to respond if you’re in the company or if you got rejected. God, why am I so nervous? 

Walking downstairs with my phone in my hand as I sit onto the chair, opening the TV to distract myself for some time, Hisa floods my messages. 

“Hisa sent a photo.” 

“OH.MY.GOD.”

“HoLY shIT.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

“I’M IN BITCH.”

Fuck, she got in. She got accepted. Holy fuck. 

“SHIT BIH, CONGRATS.”

“I still haven’t received mine..”

“:(“

“Shhh, maybe you just gotta find the right spot there. We both know how much of an igloo your house is. Find some signal!” Hisa says as I start losing hope. Leaning against the window as I lay my phone right beside it, refreshing it every second just in case it was coming in late. Sigh. I decide to open up the messages app hoping and praying I got a message that just didn’t notify me. 

“Diagonally: Hello! Please be advised that you have cleared the hiring process and you are now good for job offer. You are scheduled for Offer letter signing on (July 26, friday) at 11:00 AM. Proceed at 2nd flr Technology Hub Tower 4, Mckinley Hills. Don’t forget to bring a valid ID and a Pen. For confirmation, reply with your full name. -Talent Acquisition.”

Holy Fuck. I got in. I’m hired. HOLY FUCK.

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Two months ago, all I wanted was a job. Two months ago, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Two months ago, I didn’t knew he existed. That was two months ago.

[arcaneraine]

I posted 902 times in 2022

That's 664 more posts than 2021!

28 posts created (3%)

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#my sister could hear some of the concert from our car and she doesnt even like mcr and even she heard songs she likes

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

im not even aroace but i love jaiden and i am so happy for my aroace peeps. you guys and your community deserve this one 👏🏻

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#4

y'all don't understand i was NEWARK NEW JERSEY last night where GERARD WAY wore a BAT COSTUME and they all played DEMOLITION LOVERS

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#3

idk if anyone is feeling generous, but feeding my little sister is important to me and its pride month so give a gift to your favorite queer y'all

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#2

hi i'm just here to say that DRAGON BALL SUPER: SUPERHERO WAS REALLY GOOD.

YES, it is worth the money.

YES, they do treat Gohan's and Piccolo's characters with respect.

YES, the action scenes are Action Scenes but are still chock full of character moments.

there's more i could compliment, but i really don't want to spoil it for people. this movie really felt like it was written with the critiques and compliments of the fans in mind -- and with the DB franchise, that's not always something we can say.

36 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i keep seeing people talk about a lot of things, but i haven't seen anyone bring up the fact that this is the first time we've heard hunter articulate what he WANTS.

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[sunnymimis]

SO you said we can ask you about your OCs here, right? 8) What about your LL babies' first impressions of the other members of the group? Please and Thank (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

Ah, my first time writing in detail about the Love Live! OCs! I went a bit crazy here, I’m sorry it’s so long! I hope you like it, though! ♪ヾ(*‘∀’*)ﾉ(Tagging @novanoah​ since technically I include your babies as well ( ゝ◡╹)ノ♥)

Akina Kamenashi

Miyuki HondaAkina and Miyuki met on the first day of school, where Akina was hit by Miyuki’s basketball when entering the school’s courtyard for the first time. Miyuki, horrified, takes her to the nurse and the two become friends there. Akina thinks Miyuki is the perfect person to help with the exercise that comes with being a school idol, so she suggests that she should be the head practice coach.

Erika MineAkina and Miyuki meet Erika when she’s doing vocal warm ups for her drama club performance, and Akina tells her that she has a lovely voice. Erika is a bit embarrassed that she wasn’t alone like she thought, but is flattered nonetheless. She claims that the moment she met Akina and Miyuki was like being in a shoujo manga due to their princeliness.

Hisa ChibaHisa approached Akina when she was handing out flyers for the school idol club she was trying to get people interested in. She took a flyer and left so quickly that Akina’s first impression of her was a blur of cherry red hair. She appreciates her enthusiasm, though!

Tsuki ShimizuThe two first meet when Hisa approaches Akina to join her school idol group, to which Akina welcomes them both with open arms. Akina values Tsuki’s accessory making skills highly just like Hisa does. With Hisa’s help, she was able to reassure Tsuki that she belongs in the school idol club and makes sure that she’s comfortable.

Mikami TsuchiuraAkina meets Mikami when she sees her dancing on the roof of the school and instantly visualizes the school idol club using her style of choreography. She then approaches her and asks if she’s ever considered being a school idol. Akina gets shot down a few times, but once Mikami finds out that Iko has joined the group, her opinion changes.

Megumi MaruyamaAkina meets Megumi due to the fact that Megumi is the student council president and needs to approve their application to become the school idol club. She’s a bit intimidated at first, but when Megumi joins the group, she realizes just how fun she is to be around!

Kaede KuragiSince Kaede is one of the earlier members of the group, Akina got to know her well and appreciates her motherly nature. Akina would often find Kaede’s paper cranes lying around the club room and keep some of them because she loves them so much.

Iko NatsukawaAkina met Iko through Kaede, who insisted that Iko was meant to be a school idol but is too shy to admit it. Akina has a lot of respect for Iko and is grateful for Iko’s fatherly advice that she often gives to the group when they’re feeling discouraged.

Hisa Chiba

Akina KamenashiHisa was one of the first people interested in joining Akina’s group. Immediately after taking a flyer for the school idol club, she ran off to find Tsuki and tell her about it.

Miyuki HondaHisa met Miyuki through the school idol club, but didn’t really get to know her until Iko pointed out how they both like to write poetry. They then got to write song lyrics together and collaborated well, even though their personalities are very different. Hisa’s optimism reminds Miyuki of Akina.

Erika MineOn the first day of school when trying to chase down Mikami so they could be friends, Erika’s dogs actually pounce on Hisa and immobilize her because they could smell the meat in her lunch. This was how the two met, and while Erika was apologetic about the incident, Hisa didn’t really have any complaints about having a bunch of cute dogs on top of her.

Tsuki ShimizuHisa first became friends with Tsuki when they were small children; Tsuki was extremely nervous for her first day of school, and sat alone on the playground until Hisa came up to her and complimented her on her earrings. Their friendship came naturally after their initial conversation, and they’ve been inseparable ever since. Hisa’s constant encouragement has helped Tsuki come out of her shell and raise her self-esteem.

Mikami TsuchiuraWhen Mikami moved in next door to Hisa, Mikami was not keen on being Hisa’s friend at first. This didn’t stop Hisa from trying, and on the first day of school she insists that she should walk with her and Tsuki to school together. This is how she ends up chasing Mikami to school and being attacked by Erika’s dogs.

Megumi MaruyamaWhen Hisa first met Megumi, she thought her notes on her arms were tattoos. Once that misunderstanding was cleared up and they got to know each other more, she often asks Megumi to help her with her math homework since she has trouble budgeting her time between school and being a school idol at times.

Kaede KuragiThe two naturally became friends since Kaede, Tsuki, and Hisa were the first three members to join the school idol group other than the second years. Hisa loves it when Kaede arranges flowers in the club room.

Iko NatsukawaHisa met Iko through the school idol group and admires her a lot. While Iko can be a bit intimidating when it comes to first impressions, Hisa was one of the few who wasn’t fazed by her aloof exterior.

Iko Natsukawa

Akina KamenashiIko was introduced to Akina when Kaede suggested that she join the school idol club. Iko was surprised that she could be a school idol because she didn’t think she was young or cute enough, but Akina reassures her that beauty comes in different forms and that all forms of beauty are welcome in the school idol club. Iko, moved to tears, agrees to join the club with a newfound respect for Akina.

Miyuki HondaWhile at first Iko was oblivious to Miyuki’s admiration for her, once she joined the school idol club it became more obvious. Iko is touched by this, and joins the basketball club so they can practice together after school.

Erika MineErika gives Iko a strawberry hair pin soon after she joins the school idol club because she overheard Kaede talking about how much Iko loves them, which pretty much guaranteed them being friends. Erika heard a lot about Iko from Miyuki already, so she’s interested to see what she’s like.

Hisa ChibaIko didn’t think much of Hisa at first until she read some of her poetry; she was one of the first to suggest that Hisa should help Miyuki write some of the lyrics to their songs.

Tsuki ShimizuBecause Tsuki has trouble in Physical Education, Iko offers to help train her outside of practice since Tsuki has trouble keeping up at first. The two get to know each other better, and Tsuki gets in proper shape!

Mikami TsuchiuraIko knew Mikami from when she played against her overseas; when they first met, Mikami announced to her that Iko was going to be her rival. Their rivalry has mostly consisted of Mikami trying to get Iko’s attention, but Iko still appreciates Mikami’s dedication and often plays against her for fun. She assures her that she will improve and be as good as her when she’s a third year, or maybe even better.

Megumi MaruyamaIko met Megumi when they were second years since they were both on the student council. Iko was only around for a short amount of time during her second year before she had to leave, but they still managed to become good friends. Iko enjoyed working with Megumi, and thinks that she’s a fitting student council president.

Kaede KuragiIko met Kaede when they were first years, and was immediately fond of her since she was easy for her to be around. She makes Iko feel relaxed. Iko was overjoyed to reunite with her  and Megumi once she returned from overseas.