#i dont have time nor skill to pull this off now

[lu-dlc]

For now this is a wip ft. Gem, her 2 dearest, and her bad luck

[prof-peach]

It's me again, I'm throwing my two cents in and asking. What are your thoughts on the competitive side of Pokémon caring. or more accurately, Pokémon battles? Especially the gym challenge and the champions themselves? Have you ever tried the gym challange before prof?

While in my youth I did the gym challenges, it all seemed rather staged for me, and i quickly figured out that the gym circuit is built for children, by adults to instil some form of confidence and independance in the youngsters who partake. I swiftly lost interest before completing any of them, but I think my old badges are somewhere, probably rusty by now. The whole organised gym system region to region is a well funded training scheme. Youngsters travel around with pokemon to get to grips with their teams, their independence, and their skills. Gyms offer a challenge to those who never much dipped their toes into the battling world, and many don't partake or bother with it for a whole host of reasons that are all equally valid. It is not a necessity to be a great trainer, nor is it required if you simply dont wish to do it. For most, its a fun challenge, but it does hold relative weight when applying for some job types as an adult, as it proves you can independently shift around and complete a set of tasks of your own volition, using critical problem solving skills on the fly. It has a whole host of benefits, and if you enjoy it and your pokemon enjoy it, then its a great way to earn some cash and blow off some steam!

BUT, that being said, the gym circuit is a tame version of reality. It is a low level set of tasks built to help those not as confident or well versed in battles. Even the more difficult leaders and gyms are playing a role, and while they may have their pokemon trained to a skilled, practiced adults capacity, for the most part they dumb down the fights and make sure they arent impossible for opponents to face. It is meant to be a challenge, not a slaughter, so to speak.

In the real world, people dont always get this safe space to learn how to handle a battle, there is blood, there are injuries, there can be deaths, but in a gym trial, that is harshly reduced, and fatalities are rarely encountered thankfully. With this in mind, I do believe the gym trials are a vital part of some peoples journey, but once you get past them and interact with the real world, where bad guys arent pulling punches like gym leaders do, you realise that you partook in a system that was all soft edges.

the champions and various elietes you encounter are HEAVILY trained guides for peoples journeys, and while some have been dubious, perhaps they slipped through the net, or paid their way into the position, most do the job of training new generations well, and with great precision. It takes a lot to train pokemon to the level they do, and teach with every move. It's a good job, much like any educator, and provides ample reward to see trainers come and go all the more confident and prepared for the real world. The skills it takes to be a gym leader are quite high, as your pokemon have to know when to stop, and how to hit hard, but not TOO hard that you injure opponents. Its a fine line and they walk it well for the most part.

As for the higher tiers of the gym circuits, well, they prove somewhat challenging to anyone on this path, but they too are simply adults hired to do a job, should they show the right aptitude. they get paid, they go home, and most of the time it is simply another form of the education sector.

I personally dont care for it much, but i have a bias others do not, and if i step away from it, its very clear to see that the gyms and the challenges they pose have great benefits for many people and pokemon, and often they offer help and support during times of disaster, such as fires or influx of pests on crops, and the likes. It goes to show they teach people more than how to fight, Alola in particular has a very harmonious balance within its practices, encouraging trainers to do what they can to help the community, without harming too many mons in the process, and to think outside the box when problem solving. Some of the finest trainers come from alola, thanks to their highly adaptive teaching methods.

overall i'd say if you want to partake, go for it! its certainly a safe way to train, but it does not mean you wont be great with pokemon or in a battle if you dont. I certainly never finished them, i know many who never did a single one, and are fantastic trainers. It's a great aid, but not the only way to succeed. So long as you treat your team with care, you research before you get new partners, and you take into consideration their wants FIRST, as their guardians, then youre on the right track. I could go on, but overall everythin gi ever preach comes back to mutual consent and being honest and open with pokemon. They put their faith in us to help them and be their trainers, so we can only try to do our best. If they dont want to fight, pushing them is immoral.

[eziojensenthe3rd]

Midnight Gaming: The Legend of Wario Flow

So I played The Legend of Zelda and Warios Woods on NES, checked socials later to find.... Xbox are laying off 650 employees...*sigh*

Theres really not much I can say about this other than its shit, the gaming industry is shit and that all the recent layoffs will straight up kill anyones desire to pursue game development as a career. So i'll just link the article and include a couple of dracula flow bits to brighten this post up.

"Picked up a transistor down at SoCal, she had a license for that concealed carry, thotty was packin a dirty harry bitchstick, she walkin funny with that big iron by her hip. Shorty pulled a gock on me, I gave her nuts a bizarre adventure, running a dempsey roll on her sack, i'm like pussy on them yarns. Went Fist of the North Star on them balls, left her cumming troughs for a month.

We out here huffing boyass, gettin fucked up on turdghosts, got shit on my mind. Bro barely got hair on that ass, feels like i'm frenching Homer J, Simpson, going full tootsie pop on that Elmer Fudd. I'm out here chasing bussy like tom and jerry, running 90 over the speed limit on that roadkill ass. I'm clapping these cheeks like the 2011 tohoku earthquake. I'm beyond balls deep, my lower abdomen is just straight up colonising his rectal cavity, got me running a 100-meter dash on that backyard gash. I'm in deep shit in that manhole, his grandkids wont be shitting for a week."

Alright thats enough of that, lets talk about games.

So i've been partial to the Zelda series with Ocarina being my first, then Wind Waker followed by Twilight Princess, skipped Skyward and played some Breath of the wild. So last nights session looked to be a good time to try the first game out and try to play it proper.

So firsts thing first. How many kids when they first played this missed out on the cave on the first screen, ran around without a sword and died to the enemies? I'm genuinly curious because I can imagine that being more than zero.

The sword blast you start off with at full health, its definitely useful as an early ranged attack but you end up losing it as soon as you take damage which you will because it seems like nearly every enemy in the overworld attack with projectiles, and it does get real irritating from getting to one side of the map to the next just to get to where you need to go, you will take a hit or two along the way.

Now you can block the projectiles but that requires facing them and not using any item otherwise you take damage and i've ended up eating hits I figure should've been blocked.

I managed to find and beat two of the first dungeons but had trouble finding the 3rd. I instead found both the penultimate and the final dungeon instead and did not have the skills nor abilities to beat those early on. The thing about figuring out where you need to go, its usually hidden in some cave with an old man telling you something cryptic. I know this seems moot since you can just look it up online but I dont think thats a valid form of criticism, like yeah I can look up where I need to go but shouldnt I rely on the game itself to lead me subtly to where I need to progress?

Well it didnt seem to matter since I started to debate doing that since running around the overworld, trying to find that 3rd dungeon while constantly getting shot at, hering that damn theme over and over that while it is iconic, just starts to become real grating after a while, ended up leaving me with a headache.

I did not want be negative to this game but after a while, I just said forget it and switched to something else. The last 1st party game released for the NES, Warios Woods.

Its a strange idea for puzzle game, starring Toad facing off against Wario by clearing colored mobs using same colored bombs. And the controls can be a bit... finicky? You can pick up mobs and bombs or even kick them forward, if your not carrying anything you can run up a line of mobs/bombs to climb over them. Every so often birdo(who is also here for reasons) is switched out for wario who will spawn more mobs and bring the ceiling further down before leaving. I was able to make progress in game A to Round 20 before I stopped, in some cases if I end up picking up the wrong thing, it becomes a hassle to reorient myself while bombs keep raining down.

Switched to game B and made it to Round 20 again tho for Game B you can occasionally face a boss who will usually just spawn mobs and change location with you needing to clear a line above or below them to damage them. I decided to tap out when I got past midnight and fulfilled my quota.

You know? Why was Wario briefly associated with bombs? Between this game and Bomberman GB/Wario Blast, its the only time we got a glimpse at Wario during his Unabomber arc before he eventually became the microgame ceo we know him now. Food for thought I suppose.

Thank you for reading Midnight Gaming. Feel free to leave feedback or game suggestions. Anons are currently on. See you tomorrow.

[yeonmuse]

BREAK THE WALLS | Kim Hongjoong

Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Full Chapter List

🀥 Government agent Hongjoong x Rebel Oc

🀥 genre | dystopian society, halazia x geurilla concept , enemies to lovers

🀥 word count | 1.1k

🀥 Summary | An organization by the name of Sector 1 was well known for their work in the underground, theyve been well known for the recruiting of teens and using them to form an army since the year 2034. Collecting strays for their rebellion against those in higher power. Now the year is 2064 and the organization still runs strong they run like a family, with the new technology theyve found ways of keeping alive those that have been scorned in any past battles theyve had against the government.

When the government sends in 7 of their best men to infiltrate the organization. What will they do when their cover is blown and their true intentions are revealed? Will they join the rebellion or will they continue to let the government pull their strings like the little puppets they once were?

Skylar district May 10th 2064

The guys all sat silently as they waited for Jongho and Tahani to return from their meeting with Mingyu. Today was the day they had been practicing for, the day that would decide if they were worthy of being there at the Sector. Finally the turn of the doorknob and click of the door was heard as Jongho, Leedo and Tahani all enter the room.

"Its time." At their words all of the guys shared a look before following Jongho and Leedo out the door. Tahani was the last to make a move, stopping hongjoong mid walk before he could make his way out the door.

"Joong..I just wanted to tell you good luck. I dont really know what your test will be nor can I tell the outcome but..you all practiced hard for this. Show Mingyu he made the right choice keeping you here. For a moment he just stood there staring into the girl's eyes. He wasn't sure what came over him but he hoped that he wouldn't end up regretting what he had done next. Without thinking he took her face into his hands and pressed a kiss against her lips.

"Trust in me Tahani." Was all he said before leaving out and making his way to the arena to join the others.

As Tahani took her seat next to jongho in the stadium there was a distant look in her eyes as her brain forced a replay of the kiss over and over again. It was her first kiss and he had taken it from her so easily, but how come she wasn't mad about it.

"What took you so long?" Jongho nudges her, forcing her out of her thoughts.

"Mingyu asked me to gather the daggers." She lied at ease before setting her sights down onto the large arena. Just as there were when had her own evaluation 30 recruits stood in the middle of the arena. This time was different. This would be the first time she got to watch from the outside, usually she chose to skip out on the Evaluations the last couple of years but this one was one she was heavily anticipating.

The familiar alarm rang through the arena, silencing everyone in the crowd and gaining the attention of all that had been standing out on the arena grounds. Then just as it had back then Mingyu's voice sounded loud and proud as he spoke his famous speach out over the loudspeakers.

"Members of Sector 1 the 30 you see before you will now be put through a series of tests, these tests will determine if each of them are fit and skilled enough to become part of this family. The annual half year evaluation will commence in three, two, one." and just as it had back then that large forcefield like dome formed around the arena but this time all Tahani could was anxiously view from the outside. Minutes seemed to turn into hours as she watched recruit after recruit leave the arena to join them in the stadiums after completing their simulations. Tahani felt a lot of weight slip off her shoulders at the 5 familiar faces she had seen amongst the ones that had passed their trials, but there was still one person who hadn't made it back. When the large overhead screen finally displayed hongjoongs name Tahanis breath caught in her throat and her heart beat out of her chest. 'Come on Joong'

Meanwhile in his simulation hongjoong found himself back at the Alaura fighting for his life. Twenty nine different faces and every one of them seemed to be aiming at hongjoong. Of course he was able to handle many of them no problem but when it all came down to the final person he wasn't sure what to do when he faced the very last person he'd have to rid of in order to complete his evaluation. Eden.

When Seonghwa and the others saw Eden's face hit the screen they froze in their seats. What no one knew was Mingyu sat up in the announcers box with his eyes fixated there on the screen. He knew very well who Eden was to hongjoong, this was the very thing he needed to test the man's loyalty to the Organization.

"Father..." hongjoongs voice went faint as he stared at the man before him, that same man didn't hesitate in charging for hongjoong with his knife. Though part of him felt conflicted, part of him also knew that at some point this time would come. The time for him to choose between the man that raised him, and the girl that saved him. In the end he chose her. So without thinking of the man as his father, without thinking of the consequences he dug the knife into the man's neck. In the blink of an eye the weapons disappeared from his hand, the bodies cleared and the dome disappeared from the arena revealing hongjoongs tired and confused face.

Once again Mingyu's voice rang loud over the speakers "Kim Hongjoong, Evaluation complete, Simulation was a success." The crowd emits into a fit of cheers and hongjoongs eyes instantly locked with Tahani. Though Tahani was happy that hongjoong had successfully passed his evaluation as he looked down at the man she could tell he was a little broken.

Mingyu watched from his seat as Hongjoong exits the arena and then his eyes shot to Tahani who had been rushing out from the stadium.

"Looks like you've lost everything brother." Was all he said to himself as he stood from his seat and exited the announcers room.

Tahani was the first to find hongjoong after she left the others back in the arena. He had been quietly looking up at the large screen of the memory room, his eyes fixated on the scene that everyone had seen only moments ago.

"I now realize that being part of this family means letting go of everything. Everything. For so long I considered this man my father and even though he lied to me, lied to us I still think of him like that. I know that eventually the time will come that I have to actually make this choice, but I'd never thought it'd hurt so much seeing the man that lied to me all my life die by my hands." Tahani didn't speak a word. She simply makes her way over to him, pulls off the wired helmet and engulfs him into a hug.

She couldnt say she knew exactly what he was feeling but she did know it must have been hard for him. Finding out your whole life was a lie, knowing youd have to see the one person you looked up to die. That couldn't have been easy to grasp. She spent that entire night in silence with him, just letting him hold her because she knew right now he needed someone more than ever.

[hyunjinswifelol]

" Do you hate me?". Jwy.

warnings- fluff, crying.. obviously lol, agnst, my terrible typing skills, and i think thats it.

You came home, crying, and shaking. You opened the door to your apartment, took your shoes off, and sat down on the floor. You were sobbing. Hands over your face, and curled up in a ball. You were so scared. Not because somethimg bad happend, you didnt get followed home, or that kind of stuff. You feel like youre being a pickme girl towards your best friend, wonyoung. Shes barely been texting you, nor has she been wanting to have a sleepover anymore. She always says she doesnt want to last minute. She never says goodnight to you anymore, nor does she say i love you. That was the first thing. She started nit saying after saying goodnight on call, or text. Then she stopped saying goodnight. Then she stopped talking to you less and less. She eventually stopped calling you. She stopped wanting to have sleepovers. It felt like she was hating you less and less. In the past, you both knew a pick me girl, and wonyoung hated her. Now, you feel like youre becoming that girl. Youre terrified of becoming her. Wonyoumg hates her, so if you act like that girlmore and more, wonyoungs gonna hate you more and more. God. Youre so scared. You imediatly stopped crying when you heard a knock at your door. You got up, wiped your face, and put on a smile. You opened the door, and your jaw dropped. " won..young?.." you whispered, tears forming in your eyes again. " hi y/n, i was wondering if youre okay? You havent been answering my text. I told you to text me as soon as you got home. That was an hour ago.. Are you okay?" Wonyoung asked you, a worried look on her face. You smiled. " yea! Im conpletly fine, nothing to worry about!!" You said, smiling, but your voice cracking. She just nodded her head and smiled. You knew she was about to go. Shr was gonna walk out tjat door, and that would be the last time you see her ever again. you were wrong. She came in, and closed the door. Then she went to sit on your coych. you followed her, confused. she hates you. No she doesnt- yea she does. you qsked with your hands, and eyes to sit next to her. You never asked to sit next to her, but now, you feel the need to ask. Not cause you might not wanna be by her, but because you feel like she doesnt want you to be sitting next to her. You took a deep breath, and sat as far away as possible. Ofcourse, not very far away, considering your couch is very small. Your hearts racing, and your hands are figiting with each other. Your breath is short and loud, and you can hardly breath. Wonyoung noticed that. she moved closwr to you, and you froze, looking up at her with glossy eyes. You stopped breathing. She took your hands, and started swiping your knuckles with her thumb. You imediatly broke down. " y/n.. love why are you crying?" She asked, and pulled you in your arms. You started sobbing. " please dont hate me" you said repeatedly. All she could do was stay silent, and play with your hair, goving you the time you need to calm down. You qere still sobbing though, and her voice wasnt enough to calm you down, nit like other times. " im so scared wony" you finally said, after crying and sobbing. " why love? Im right here." she said holding your head in plce against her chest. " im scared.. im being like.. you know. Her. " honey.. no. Youre not being anything like her. Youll never be like jer, i swear you wont." she said sternly. You just nodded, and sat in her arms for a few minutes. " hun.. lets go to hed, and have a sleepover, okay?" She said, and stood up, and grabbed your hand, leading you to your bed. You imediatly threw yourself on the side of the bed you always sleep on during sleepivers, and she got in bed too. You rolled over and faced her, then smiled. She opened her arms, and you imediatly went in them. " Do you hate me?" You said, very much out of the blue. " no. Quite the opposite honey, i love you." She said, staring straightdin your eyes. " i love you too wony" you said, and smiled. She kissed your forehead, and you drifted off to sleep. Eventually, she fell asleep too.

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This is slightly based off of whats going om with me and my best friend, leelee. But i wanted to write about it with wonyoung instead:] i hope you have the most lovely day or night, goodbye loves<3

[bonnieisaway]

THANK YOU ILY /P DONT WORRY ABOUT IT ANY RESPONSE SENDS ME OVER THE MOON

It's hard to say if the qi thing is intentional or not - at least with Seven's it's very often that teal color and yellow but it is also noticeably different from Blackbird's red or Manjusaka's pink or even Green Phoenix uses a much greener color than Thirteen and Seven do. If it's not intentional these two use it, then I think it might be more connected to their mastery of it. I mean they are both proficient and skilled with it, but it looks like a lot of the stronger characters - especially the Shadow Killers - along with their own styles and talents leaned into their own colors too. Either way it makes me incredibly mentally ill

God just. Along with how insanely good the fighting is in this series, Seven's specifically and his growth is so well done. Because I feel like it's really easy to go wrong with his kind of situation, like, a character with this insane, unstoppable power hidden within them that they're not all that familiar with. A lot of people choose to write it as like, this character just HAPPENS to pull off the most insane, advanced, highly skilled shit, and has no idea how but just magically intricately understands combat techniques they seemingly shouldn't remember/know. The only comparison that is coming to mind is a minecraft roleplay I watched when I was 10 and I already know that is not the eptiome of writing and i'm fighting to remember any other and I cant oh my fucking god hlep

but Seven's is so. Natural. Like, Seven is an absolute buffoon early on and couldn't kill a fly with a lock-on fly swatter. But his reflexes and speed are still there, and though he later comments he's not in the shape he used to be he's fairly agile and has really good endurance. He's essentially been reset back to when Green Phoenix first saw him at age 15 - no particular fighting style nor technique, but incredibly agile and hard to keep up with when he's trying, and the only thing that's hindering him on Chicken Island is his overflowing empathy. He pretty much relearns all of his skills all over again throughout the seasons so far, like he figured out he could use the Thousand Demon Daggers the proper way with all the shards and stuff (and also now that I'm thinking about it it's really funny the first time he saw it again he called it a piece of shit broke ass sword LMFAO) but during season 2 when Redtooth calls it a weak sword Green Phoenix comments that he's out of practice and not using the blade right (Which, real subjective comment but I'll get into that shit another day), he has to master his qi again with Hua's help, and like especially I'm thinking of the scene in season 3 (though, like any scene where he saves Thirteen also kinda applies) where the Dark Frost hadn't kicked in yet but the blind prophet was attacking him with the beads and how awkwardly he had been dodging and avoiding them or hitting them with his scissors. Like that's such a perfect way to really . demonstrate his abilities, I think is the best way to put it, because like, we know that he's not as strong as he used to be and that he's not at his best during this fight, but aside from the first bead from the shoulder the blind prophet dude doesn't get a hit on him like once.

Anyways I'm rambling the point here is shout out to Seven for having legitimately some of the best writing I've ever seen let alone in a male protagonist let alone handling some of the situations and topics that happen in this show

@lichrott I finally got around to making a side by side :3 at least of most moments i could find or remember

don't mind the music i didnt want it to be dead silent so i just grabbed the first thingi had. also one of the redtooth ones I wrote wrong i said season 3 ep 9 when i meant season 2 ep 9 we're not gonna talk about iitttt

This man really is only surviving through a fuck around and find out fight style huh. Also I think it's a bit telling most of the ones he DOES pick up from other people are almost always more offensive, aggressive fighting moves because Seven's naturally pretty defensive and doesn't have much issue dodging or avoiding things (or just fucking taking it like a champ) most often, but really often turns to others around him for how to attack people and that's how he's most often won fights or escaped the situation, and most of these aren't exact copies of them but he's able to adapt and adjust them for the situations he's in: holding down the Prince of Stan not to immobilize him but to stall him long enough for Thirteen to attack unlike Dachun trying to stop Seven entirely, using the drill move from Xiao Fei not entirely to attack Meowcai but also using it with his scissors to continue rushing forward and block his attacks, adapting Thirteen's fighting style to fight one on one with Meowcai when he had seen Thirteen defeat a solid majority of the other cats like this, etc etc

I think actually something that does interest me a little: different character's qi can have different colors and take a lot of different forms, but even though purple and red are more of Seven's signature colors (I'm being fairly generous with the red there given he's got a neutral color palette, but it compliments his purple well) the qi he uses with his scissors is the exact same color as Thirteen's and she's the person he tends to pick up certain moves or dual wielding in general from. I know it's pretty much always been that color but

especially here where he's physically holding them and that same color energy is still emitting from them. I might be reaching with the color thing a little but I think it is at least safe to say though Hua was the reason Seven was able to master his qi better he picked up quite a few things from Thirteen (and Green Phoenix in the past, I'd assume)

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

Friends to lovers w turcs? For nhl sleepover

[❤︎] pairing: alex turcotte x gn!reader

[❤︎] warnings: (other than it not being proof-read) none!

[❤︎] headcanon

nhl requests are open!

okay so alex always thought you were pretty

like every time you walked into the room, his heart would beat faster

you were so fun to be around and alex loved that you were up for anything

there would be so many instances where he wished he would tell you how much he liked you

but he also knew that you didnt want to date anyone as of right now (when really you were pining for alex, but he was too clueless to really notice) 

and king (no pun intended lmao) wouldn’t dare to cross that barrier and would stay in those lines

it was hard when he was away during the hockey season but you both made it work

facetimimg, texting, sending tiktoks — the usual thing that you two would normally be doing

when he’d invite you to games, you always showed up

and even got to chat with him briefly when the players were warming up before the game

he loved that you were always there for him — especially when you did come to the games

alex would always try and impress you when playing

like yeah, he’d be focusing on the game, but when he remembers that you’re there, he’d try his best to impress you

you, of course, are always impressed with his skills anyway so it didnt really matter

the confessions of love was slow

it started with drunk ‘i love you’’s and drunk kisses that neither of you would rememebr much of the next day — or if you do, you both understood it to be in an act of drunk stupidity, that it couldn’t possibly mean anything reasonable 

to lingering touches

to mutual feelings of jealousy if someone took in interest in either one of you — though regardless, there was an invisible sense of faithfulness and devoutness to each other 

but the day finally came when the two of you are on a drive somewhere and sitting on top of the car, admiring the sunset before you drove off to a motel for the night

“you know, ive been thinking a lot,” alex begins

his palms are sweaty. he has to almost rub them on his jeans to stop the clamming

“um, what if, right. On the totally hypothetical, that we got together?” he rambles

“what?” you laugh, pulling one of your legs in to your chest. your hand covers your knee before you rest your face on it

“um, i dont know,” he laughs. “I just had a dream last night that we were together, and i just thought it would be kinda… nice?”

“oh? you’re having dreams about me now?” you tease, nudging him

his cheeks are flushed a deep shade of red

“what? oh, I,” he laughs again. “What i’m trying to say, is that i like you.”

“i thought you’d never admit it,” you tease once more before kissing him

this kiss was real

it wasnt out of intoxication, nor a dare, or a game of spin-the-bottle

it was real and everything felt so right

[kyunniebuns]

𝔻𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕔x 𝙶𝙽!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣: Wɪɴᴅʙʟᴜᴍᴇ Fᴇsᴛɪᴠᴀʟ

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝔻𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕔 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

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When night falls, it is when the darknight hero ascends from the shadows of Monstadt. 

Dressed in a black cloak and a mask, he ruthlessly but silently slaughters the threats that dare lays it’s cold fingers towards the walls and the people inside. 

Though strong and as capable as a man of war, the darknight hero was still, simply human.

Diluc was exhausted having spent his whole day working on numerous paperworks and he doesn’t have any time to rest in the dead of the night since he still needs to do his ‘chores’.

The redhead could only heave a sigh as his black cloak fluttered in the whistle of the gentle wind. 

‘Maybe I should rest for the night’ He thought but eventually shaked it off, continuing to patrolaround the walls of Monstadt.

As the Ragnvindr footsteps quietly tapped agains the grass, his crimson eyes caught sight of another figure brushing it’s hands across the cold bricks.

Diluc felt relieved to see it was just another one of the Monstadt people going out from the festival.

His crimson orbs wandered towards the other, watching the person continously get lost in their daze.

Eyelashes carefully shut tight but glistened to what seems like a smile. The invisible grin was bright yet meek, radiant yet humble, almost like a small flower finally opening. It was serenely beautiful, maybe a little blinding at some point.

‘Diluc... What are you doing?’ His mind knocked furiously, yet the redheaded man was too captivated at the sight of the other. He felt like he was somehow floating in mid-air.

He had always kept his distance, keeping himself separated amongst everyone. It’s not that he hated anyone, nor does he not care- He just protected and cared for them all silently. But who would’ve thought that his hushed actions would eventually turn into a blade that striked him where he was weakest.

Since then, Diluc had built himself his own cacoon. The silk encircled him again and again until there wasn’t even a single ray of light coming through. He held his feelings deep within his heart where only he knows what troubles it.

But seeing this person who he had never seen nor know before- Made him feel as if were the glorious coming of the spring. He felt as if he was watching a view in which the other was encircled by ceaselessly falling petals. 

‘Just this once, I’ll be careless’ And so, he stepped out of the shadow he was sheltering on, making his presence felt by the other. 

You were startled by the sudden appearance of the cloaked man but Diluc just stood a good 20 steps back in order not to further alarm you.

“Are you... The darknight hero?” You asked yet he didn’t give you a reply. Instead, he slowly walked towards you calmly. “Uhm?”

The darknight hero held out his hand, keeping his eyes on you although it was hidden beind his mask. You were dumbfounded, why would he be holding your hand out?

“May I take this dance?” His monotone and deep voice gently asked you.

You were taken aback, blinking curiously at him.

His hand was still, not inching closer or farther. He waited, as if he was a groom waiting for his bride who was walking down the aisle. 

You took his hand, and he pulled you in carefully. His large hand entangled with yours, a hold firm and strong yet felt as if it was a loving caress. 

His free hand encircled your small waist. Diluc waited for the music that was coming from inside Monstadt. When he heard the melody that he wanted, he started to sway you in. 

He is a noble, dancing like this is naturally one of his skills. Diluc was benign, swaying you carefully.

It doesn’t matter if you accidentally step on him or trip every once in a while. He’ll catch you and just tenderly smile at you. 

Diluc will take it slow, as slow as it can be until you are able to get comfortable. 

However, if slow for too long he’ll get impatient and Diluc will discreetly pick up the pace.

You felt as light as feather with the male softly spinning you around.

It felt like a fairytale made into reality, but even better. He was more than well versed than this and it made you feel as if you were in a fairytale.

Diluc's eyes drilled into you, but not in a way that made you feel like you wanted to run away. No, in fact, his gaze made you feel absolutely safe and protected.

He leaned forward, circling his hands on your waist and lifted you up. He twirled you around, your back facing against the illuminating moon.

He smiled a small grin, placing you back down on the ground.

"You should head back now, it's not safe wandering around all alone" He then propped down on one knee, taking your hand and softly carressing the back of it. "Until we meet again"

Diluc said before leaving you behind.

It's been two days since, people coming in and out of the tavern even noticed how the stoic owner of the Dawn Winery has his mood improved.

Diluc even sometimes fail to hide the small smile curling up on his lips whenever he recalls the fleeting memory of dancing with you on that night.

He was just finishing up drying the wine glasses until he heard the door of of Angel's Share creak open.

"I do apologize, it's closing time." Diluc nonlachant voice said.

"Mn? Is Mr Darknight hero that excited to do his nightly chores?" His red eyes then looked up to who it was.

"Darknight Hero? Interesting name, but I dont know what you're talking about." He waved it off.

"Master Diluc, no one in Monstadt has the same fluffy red hair like you who is not a hilichurl" You chuckle "And I doubt any hilichurl can dance as romantically as you"

"Hilichurl?..."Diluc dumbfoundedly looks at you. "I guess I cant hide now?..."

'Hilichurl? What?'

Nevermind, he shakes his head and proceeds to exit from being behind the counter. He walks towards you and gets down on one knee, just like he did when he bid you farewell as the darknight hero.

"Then may I kindly ask you to keep my secret just between you and me?" He softly asked you, caressing his warm lips at the back of your hand. "I'll treat you with a free drink after..."

His eyes then trailed to yours, locking them in place. "I entertain you for another dance.

You chuckle in delight, "Take Me Away, Darknight Hero"

Diluc stood up, wrapping his other arm around your waist.

Once more, he will sway you around as if you both were dancing in the field of dandelions.

a/N:Feel free to say how much I failed in potraying Diluc please- I wanna cry now jksaskgfh. This idea has been with me and I’m glad I am able to let it out. 

@araglia Captain Kaeya please send this Momma hnnnn. And Pretty captain, ur not gonna lose to Pyro Captain are u?? If u wanna dance with someone can I pretty please be that someone i-if you’d like eheh 👉👈

[psychshalala]

Hope everyone is having a beautiful and blessed day where ever u are. Please feel free to join me and would absolutely love it. Taking a moment here to appreciate my man Hak, his beautiful heart, his endless patience, his great strength both physical and mental and his wisdom.

Appreciating a man who buried his pain and grief to help the woman he loves but before that his childhood friend. To help carry her grief. To help heal her wounds. To help her grow. Who was literally her hands and legs when she was paralyzed. Her teacher when she needed to be strong. Her source of strength when shes at her lowest. The source of her comfort, the home to her secrets and weakness. Her biggest supporter in both her time of need and her moments of glory.

A man who carries family values. Who sacrificed his reputation, left his home and family to protect them. A general to his tribe yet a older brother and a good friend to his people.

Can we take a moment to respect that mans loyalty. That man loved one girl for 10+ years! No expectation s, absolute respect for her feelings. We are reaching a point in todays Society where loyalty is a  luxury! Makes me respect it even more.

I wanna appreciate his energy, his vibe! That attracts all kind of people. That makes everyone who meets him either fall in love or respect him. His gentleness, his calm, cool side along side his ability to channel his inner child.

His leadership that taught tribes to respect even ur enemy. To not hurt those who mean no harm no matter what side they on. To engage with the intention of creating friendships and not enemies. To put violence aside unless its absolutely necessary. A great opponent/ rival when there is mutual respect. A beast when u try to hurt his loved ones. And a badass 24/7 baby. Periodt!! His awareness and acknowledgment of his weaknesses and fears instead of denying them and his will power and courage to face them instead of running away.

I wanna appreciate his love for martial arts, his love For growth. His dedication and hard work. His Independence be it saving money to buy his dream weapon, doing house work, learning how to take care of his baba, crafting his own additional weapons, survival skills. 

His beautiful heart that when it loves, it loves with all its being. No matter how hurt, it shows kindness. A heart that doesnt forget the beautiful memories nor the friendships. Who forgave the same people who hurt his family and forced him out of his home and helped them protect theirs. I want to appreciate the man that chose to understand and help the person who hurt him most despite his pain. To still care about the person who hurt the love of his life, forced him to leave his family, broke his trust and tainted his reputation by forcing him to carry all the blame for a crime he never committed yet not expecting anything in return. For the sake of the friend he once had. He once considered family. He once looked up to. He once trusted with every shard of that broken heart. In belief that the person he once knew was not a lie, an act, an illusion. In hopes that what they had was real. (Starts Sobbing!)

And now let me take this particular moment to just appreciate his beautiful blue eyes.. (even though its black in manga but we all know its blue! 😂) his beautiful Physique!!! Ansvwisvanam. His rocks, hunks, ousman, dear god please dont break my fast! His peaches 🍑 ... wmsvahnasv. Able To pull off sexy and cute, yes sir.

I appreciate his relationship with the people that are dearest to him and not. His big brother relationship with shinha/ wind babies. His rivalry with kija. His should i kill him?.. nah hes my ride or die relationship with jea ha. The mutual respect between him and zeno (wish they show us more). His big baby hungry/ big brother relationship with yoon. His rebellious ik u love me but boundaries please with baba mundok. His female bff ayame! His sparring buddies plus the special witness of the legendary first kiss the xing lads. His i wanna kill u/ama remind u who beat ur ass next time we meet relationship with kuelbo. His teasing/ur not bad with tae jun along with tae juns respect/gratefulness/jealousy with hak. Even his ik they hate my guts but whatever with joodoh and kye sook. And much more.

Man i dont wanna stop but dont wanna make this too long. Please feel free to add more! Here are some of my fav expressions and hak moments. 😚😚❤️❤️

[cdroloisms]

Do you think c! Quackity are skilled on the mastering of "necessary convincing" on a person? And man the stream yesterday was so intense dark theme.

hello ! 

this is testament of how behind i am in asks, haha, considering this was sent basically at the beginning of q’s visits and it’s been ,, uh ,, several months since then ASJKFLJAS - but im going to try to answer it now while pretending that we dont have months proving that c!quackity is very willing to do whatever the hell it takes to get the revive book from someone.

i think that the ,, technicalities? of the torture were never an issue - everyone in the dream smp universe has to know how to use a weapon in its most basic form, after all, just to defend themselves from mobs and stuff, tho some people are clearly more adept at using them than others. torture is ultimately just hurting someone until they do what you want them to do (way oversimplified, but this definition works here) - physically, if you’re able to kill a zombie, there’s functionally little different with inflicting harm on a defenseless unarmed human with no means of defending themselves.

the real challenge, as with most things in the minecraft roleplay, comes from the mental side - how far is c!quackity really willing to go? obviously he *can* hurt someone, but doing so also tends to go against a lot of our most basic instincts as humans. defying that becomes the real question to consider - and c!quackity, in his increased willingness to hurt not only c!dream, but everyone as he’s manipulated people more and used people more for his own gain in the last few months, seems to providing as much of an answer as we’re going to get. 

this obviously isnt to say that he isn’t conflicted, or that he’s pure evil !! but c!quackity, by his own admission, seems to hold little trust for other people and ideals anymore. his main goal is Las Nevadas and whatever he needs to make it great - anything and everything else is either a means to his end or an obstacle in his way. i dont doubt that there are chinks to this mindset to exploit, things that he cares about enough to take his single-minded focus off of Las Nevadas. as of now, though, i don’t think that torturing c!dream and the violence it’ll require of him will be that breaking point.

anyway, have a really dark snippet exploring c!quackity some more !! he’s really fun to write, though i don’t think i’ve really mastered his voice yet - practice makes perfect, i guess. heed the warnings and hope you enjoy! 

tw: torture, abuse, blood, injuries, branding, violence, death mention, abuse apologism, mental deterioration, dark content, dark imagery, very dark portrayal of c!quackity, pandora’s vault/prison arc

There’s a certain learning curve that comes with torturing someone.

It sounds obvious, thinking back, as much as it sounds morbid as all hell, but it’s not like he’s in any position to judge. Quackity swipes another stack of iron from a chest, momentarily grumbling about the cost, before melting down three ingots for the blade of his next axe. He could just do it in a crafting table, but there’s a degree of calm in the monotony of doing it all by hand, slowly watching as the iron begins to glow red hot in the heat of the furnace and then hammering it into shape on his anvil. He hadn’t been good at it before, had let Sapnap do the majority of the smithing for the three of them in the past, but. Well.

When you’re eating through several sets of iron tools a week, either from bending them out of shape against unforgiving obsidian or melting the blades past saving in lava or burning them all entirely, when he’s too tired to be bothered cleaning off the blood and simply chucks the used tools after a session into the molten rock outside the cell, you kind of have to figure out how to make your own shit so others don’t get suspicious.

He beats the metal into a block, humming softly over the clangs of his hammer. There’s definitely a learning curve to crafting weapons, too - he’s pretty proud of the ones that he can make, now, even though he’s still no good at any of the fancier furnishings and finishes (nor does he particularly care about them). Figuring out how to torture someone effectively was a similarly slow process - finding their limits and how far to push before something, inevitably, gives. He hadn’t exactly handled it the best in the first few visits, usually retching into the nearest wastebasket at the smell, at the feeling of blood coating his fingertips, at the screams ringing incessantly in his head. It wasn’t all that long before he forwent sleep altogether, devoting all of his time on paperwork and calls and anything that would deafen the cries that would’ve haunted him otherwise. He was no good with his tools, either - more than a few times, in those early visits, did he end up slicing too deep or going too far and needing to cut the session short for Sam to come in and administer health pots before Dream died and rendered all of their efforts useless.

(Sapnap had been the one to first teach him how to wield an axe, correcting his stance and his grip with gentle, calloused hands. He remembers them training on the newly laid dirt surface of Mexican L’manburg, sweat dripping down his neck from the sun beating against their heavy armor, Sap laughing at his unbalanced, heavy-armed swings and demonstrating with his own weapon, movements fluid and graceful as if it was an extension of his own arm. In the cell, he thinks of Sapnap’s voice, firm in his focus - feet at least shoulder width apart, hands braced on the axe handle, left sitting just above the end and the right just a few inches below the head - and swings.)

It had been...a process. A bloody, often painful process - his hands are calloused, now, in ways they never were before, from the constant handling of his many tools. His back aches constantly from bending over, and his shirt - more often splattered with blood than not - now bears some permanent pink stains that he can’t get out no matter how hard he tries. (The laundry, he thinks wryly, had been a hell of a learning process as well.) He picks up the metal with a pair of tongs, easing it back under the fire’s heat until it glows a soft pink, and then places it back onto the anvil to work - slowly beating the metal into shape.

He’s had to learn a lot. The lessons are fascinating, in a gruesome, morbid sort of way. He’d brought a brand the other day, painstakingly carved into a fancy, curlicued Q all on his own, used in his work at Las Nevadas originally to finish furnishing a few pieces of leather furniture he had scattered around the city. As Dream struggled under him, skin blackening under the white-hot metal, he’d immersed himself in the sight, far more similar to his past leatherwork than he might’ve originally expected. He almost wanted to do it again, just to compare, but the stress of it all had been enough to knock the prisoner into shock, which had put a significant damper on the rest of his visit. He watches the iron glow contemplatively from his anvil, not nearly as hot as he works at it.

Another dip in the furnace later, it’s heated just enough to work out the finishings, and he carefully knocks the ends into a blade. Picking it up with a pair of tongs, he holds it up to a nearby piece of glowstone, grinning at the finished axe head. There’s still quite a bit to do, technically - he still needs to sharpen it along with the other ones he’s finished, as well as fasten them to their handles, but even so - it looks good. He examines it, back and front, against the light. It’s probably his best one yet.

Quackity smiles to himself as he puts it down with the rest, pulling out his calendar from behind him and carefully marking another red X over the date. Learning to torture someone takes a hell of a lot of time, but. Well.

He has all the time in the world.

[ask-october-fox]

Meta question: how much do you prepare for this blog? Every year is an absolute treat, pun intended, but I find it impressively hard to tackle it all in one month like how you do it. Do you ever work on comic pages etc throughout the year?

Oh ho?~ A very meta question indeed! So you wish to know the secrets of this blog? Well keep reading to find out!

Ive actually been meaning to get to this question for a while now but literally hadnt had the time nor the right reaction image. But as to answer your question in full- Short answer: Yes! Long answer: Yes, but not well xD Long long answer: Generally speaking, as soon as this month is over, im already starting to plan out the next year, trying to get an idea of what I might do or where the story might go. I had actually planned on doing another 'big' story this year but of course life got in the way and I couldnt do it. Not to mention there were some other factors that also made that difficult, as there are certain events that need to happen in a certain order for those things to continue. And those parts have to come from another POV but thats a spoiler so I cant say much else about it. Tho if im able to get an idea and story planned out, I take the month of September to start working on that. For those that dont know, I do commissions as a source of income throughout the rest of the year, so that cuts into a lot of my time to make this a full time thing. I try to get all my work done by September and I take that time to strictly work on October content if I can help it. This is where the story or merch are mostly created- tho the merch is much more last minute as I dont always know what it is I want to draw |D; I have a lot of ideas honestly but not always the skills to pull that off. This year I had actually done a lot of the merch way before September- tho uh... I realized that after finishing all of this year's first "print" it would have been far too suggestive even in a SFW setting, so I had to quickly come up with another idea, which I did thankfully! But it was very much cutting it down to the wire! The first "print" and all its versions will be available on my Patreon. Some stories do just happen, like last year's, since thats when the pandemic hit along with many other things. An idea came to me so I was able to work with that, which then kind of accidentally gave me an idea of how to lead into more of the actual story. There are really two main factors that keep me from always having a story: 1) Time and 2)Backgrounds as I just REALLY DONT LIKE DOING THEM. I can draw the characters but if I have to do a new background I just cry inside xD; So yeah, im sure you didnt need to read all of that but I got excited to share some 'behind the scenes' stuff so there I went on rambling!

[idjitlili]

I can be the God of your Orgasm.

Loki x reader

(Not my image)

Summary:Some how ending up in Sakaar ,Valkyrie ends up taking you under her wing,no not her horse Aragorn,for a year ,until some Gods show up.

Word count:1768

Warnings:Language

A/n: Couldn’t end it , last time I touched this was October. Uhm, there’s a picture of Bowie, probably TMI here, but he was the first man , I ever you know over.Double aswell. I’m sorry.

You just a young woman in y/c ,heading to college your average routine ,but you never made it. Instead you had tripped over into a puddle ,but yet again you were decieved ,it was a portal. You hadn't/only left your country ,let alone been on another planet. You didn't think that was even possible;magic nor to be able to breathe on an different planet,well that was what you were told by the government. No you weren't a flat earther,thats bloody stupid. However you felt like the government hid a lot.

Michael Jacksons death,Heath Ledgers death,River Phoenix's death, Princess Diana's death , David Bowie, Obi-wan,it just seemed a little suspicous, not saying it was definitely them covering up the murders but...

Anyways so you fell into the puddle into a some rubbish ,literal rubbish. You had no idea what happened ,when Valkyrie found you she didn't either. God damn Benedict cumpatch stay in america with your fake american accent. Just stay away ,don't really want to be assassainated for being best buds with Sherlock Holmes and Dildo Gaggins.

Valkyrie had felt bad for such a young mortal being in an strange planet,she couldn't bare to bring you to Grandmaster ,to be apart of his orgies. he was indeed a tough warrior much like Dwalin the dwarf from the hobbit,who funfact is the longest living dwarf living up to 300 years,yes irrelvent.

Thus, you lived with her ,you managed to get a part time job as a cook,just so you didn't feel so bad about living with Valkyrie rent free. When I say part time cook ,I mean you just cooked for you and her,you didn't trust this planet. It was lucky when you fell in that puddle the stuff in your backpack didn't get wet,so you had some books to read,and such.

To be far being away from home stuck on an alien planet really did get boring ,you'd hate to admit it but sometimes you had to go to visit Hulk,because he was sorta normal. No he was not but he was okay ,like a destructive toddler but it was better than being alone. Other than that you really missed home ,you missed tv,you missed ice cream.

Pretty much everyday was boring. Well after almost a year of being here ,Valkyrie had brought a guest to your shared apartment thing. The God you had seen on the television a couple years ago. You had been sitting on the sofa reading at the time ,you jumped so hard when the door slammed open,you had looked up to see valkyrie shoving down a dark haired man in chains.

"Uhhh, are you allowed to kidnap people here?" you had questioned ,causing Valkyrie and the guy turn to you ,you had recognised him after a moment of trying to pin point his face. "I don't think that will hold him...h-he's-"

"Just stay away from him ,don't talk to him,don't look at him,hell don't even think about him,I will be back with Thor ,and then we can get you home, Y/n. So pack your things ." Soon as she had mentioned going home you had already started gathering your things,as Valkyrie had left after the God of Thunder. No you didn't go to the big battle compitions and Valkyrie certainly did not tell you she had found Thor ,but it didn't matter you were going home.

It didn't take you long to pack soon,you had your shoes on and everything sitting on the sofa ,twiddling your thumbs,feeling Loki's gaze on you. What's up with in love stories men staring , oh shut up you are just jealous because you can't even get a boyfriend ,stupid scribe.

"she said not to think about you...can you read minds?" you had questioned ,just really because that gaze he had on you made you feel proper ugly ,in which you were not. He had scoffed at you.

"I'm not a witch."

"I never said you were,you are a God ,must be better than having a hammer, it's like a normal hammer with steriods."

"Ah..so you have heard of me," He had smirked to himself ,you had just looked back at you hands before reaching for your bag grabbing your journal and ink,before just scribbing doodles on a clean page.Loki didn't speak after that not until you did again ten minutes later ,probably less time goes slow when the mood is a drag.

"the thing with new York, that was because of Thanos? People have controlled me by making me feel guilty so many times..OH manipulation ,you probably don't want to hear what I have to say,but I can't help it ,i've been stuck here a year the only person I got to speak to is drunk Valkyrie and hulk in which I feel like I am talking to a child. You know what I really wish I was watching Lord of the rings right-"

"You are from earth,how did you end up here?" He had grinned at you,cutting you off,isn't he like a mass murderer? Well he was tricked into doing it ,so more like accidental murderer ,why is he so handsome. Don't be stupid he is a God of course he is handsome.

"Uh..I fell into a puddle then I was here." The God had turned his head away to the floor ,scrunching his eyebrows together in confusion.

"I don't see how that's possible."

"Well it happene-" Yet you were cut off again,as the door slammed open,you quickly turned away back to your notebook,Thor ,Bruce and Valkyrie stood at the door.

You missed what happened first ,Loki having things thrown at him ,and such,you only looked up when he said something about spaceships,seeing Bruce. Your eyes glittered with excitement , Thor saw this. "Oh my! I can't believe it's-2 Thor had shook his head for you not say it. "Radiation scientist,Bruce Banner, damn,now I must say this is much more exciting than a hammer,which you don't have what's up with that? Hey Bruce how you feeling?Green? Darn, imagine being strongest Avenger!"

Thor had scoffed at you,"Does she always talk this much?"Bruce had made his way over to you smiling at you as you stood up. "It is so cool to meet you mister Banner."

"Thank you miss..." "Y/n" He had smiled at you again before turning to Thor ,"see strongest Avenger,yep that's me."

"well then ,let' hope we can get home,just first we are to go to Asgard."

***

"Valkyrie ,I'm going to stay with Dwayne Johnson,I have no fighting skills so it's better if come I after," you had gestured to Korg.

"Alright then, I'll see you if I don't die" And with that she left you with the aliens,smiling up to them.

"The revolution has begun."

***

"Hey, what's this?"

"Thank you." You had stood next to Korg as he had powered down the taser device on Loki's body,you had stood rocking on your balls of your feet in excitement to get home.

"Hey,man. We're about to jump on that ginormous spaceship. You wanna come?" Loki had jumped up,his hair a messy ,from the intense pain he had just suffered,from betraying his brother yet again.

"well you do seem like you're in desperate need of leadership." The smirk was interweaved into his voice, smooth as his greasy hair.

"Why, thank you."

"Hurry up! It has been too long since I've seen the dance seen in the james franco spiderman three!" You rushed forwards grabbing a hold of the mischief makers arm dragging him towards the ship. "Talkative and touchy," Loki just allowed you to drag him,with him supposively being evil,grinning.

***

"uhhh, what's the chances of as all dying horribly? Do you think if i pretend to be dead she wouldn't notice?" Loki was driving the space ship,whilst you sat in the seat next to him,all the alien people sat or stood behind. You really be riding shotgun on a spaceship,it was you or korg.

Loki did not answer you , yet just slightly smiled glancing to you briefly, not a good sign, you'd think with two Gods you'd be fine ,but clearly not. "Hey do you think if Thor had to fight I don't know- AHH" You weren't sure who you meant to say as you face planted into the spaceship's floor,as Loki's flying had stopped so suddenly causing a jolt. You had laughed to your lesson quietly,patheticly in honesty ,covering up how embarrassing that was.

You felt as if you were Mantis ,when Drax had informed her to watch out after she got hit in the face.  All you could think was there's like a bunch of aliens on this ship and it's guaranteed at least 3 have just seen you face plant.  "Okay , that makes me wish that I was on Thors spaceship right now." Your hair in your face, forearms pressed against the cold metal floor.

"What does he have that I don't?" His voice seeped with sarcasm, okay maybe not he was probably just annoyed that a midgardian was aboard and could not shut up.

"He probably can fly this thing better, well it's probably Bruce but that's even better , do you even know how many PHDs he has?"

"Honestly I do not know and do not care."

"Wow that's not very nice . He has..wait I dont -" The smirk on Loki's face was stamped deep, as he pulled you out of your concentration by doing so. "Shut up I bet you say to all your lovers, ‘If you givee a chance I can be the god of your orgasm’” Honestly you don’t know what made you think of that , something tells you it’s to do with a dude that reads a lot of smut named Blake. Actually the author doesn’t know if he does but..

“Thank you darling, for the new material.”

[gogiberries]

Hi so I’ve had this in my head for a few days now

It’s basically how i see the Nanami x Gojo relationship (but it’s more sad than anything else tbh)

⚠️ spoilers ahead for those who haven’t read the manga!

Please enjoy this disgustingly long thread <3

- okay so the way they started was out of convenience/ desperation

- Geto left the school and abandoned Gojo

- Nanami lost Haibara

- So the two ended up just trying to find some sense of comfort and understanding in each other

- Gojo was the one to start it though

- I see Nanami as the type to just suffer silently with his pain and loss, so Gojo had to have made the first move

- They were still students and now they had to pair up for training more often

- Gojo did consider Shoko before Nanami, but he knew that she wouldn’t give him any chance because she saw the start and finish of him and Geto

- Gojo also didn’t want to go to some stranger because he couldn’t lay it all out to someone who didn’t understand sorcery and explain the heavy chip Geto left on his shoulder

- So Nanami, the guy who also just lost someone & who is up to date with the Geto stuff is a perfect candidate for Gojo

- Gojo starts teasu Nanami about how he needs to get stronger during sparring

(this just pushes the “have get stronger for Haibara/ not end up like him” notion in Nanami’s head)

- And one day Gojo just switches to heavy flirting

- Nanami is like ‘???’ but he chalks it up to Gojo just being his weird self

- But the flirting continues

- And Gojo being Gojo, he just keeps getting more direct until one day he just flat out asks if Kento has thought about fucking him

- Despite the constant flirting and suggestive stuff Gojo has been doing, Nanami is completely thrown off

- “What the fuck are you saying” is probably what he’d say, a slight blush forming on his face

- “Cmon dont lie, you’re saying it hasn’t crossed your mind once or twice when we spar?” Gojo would tease

- And Nanami would immediately deny it

- And Gojo would push it even further and say

“oh? That’s too bad, cause I sure have thought about fucking you“

- Now Nanami is blushing hard, face feeling too hot

- “Quit saying nonsense and stop lying” Nanami is too strong willed to give into/ believe in Gojo’s offer

- “I’m not~ do you want me to prove I’m not?” Gojo is also too strong headed and now refuses to back down from this thing he started

- Nanami says no, but they can both hear the hesitation in his voice

- Gojo takes this sliver of a chance to kiss the blonde

- Nanami goes to pull him off, but he doesn’t.

- Why? He’s not sure either, maybe it’s because he’s still a bit inexperienced with all of this, or maybe because he’s willing to accept this- whatever this is that Gojo is offering to help distract him from the pain he’s still trying to cope with from losing Haibara

- So he only backs up slightly to tell Gojo they should go somewhere more private

After that, their relationship, if you want to call it that for lack of a better term, begins

- Gojo definitely is the one who takes the most in this relationship

- At first, when he was trying to keep Nanami from regretting his actions and running away, Gojo was gentle and kind. Making sure Nanami felt understood and comfortable with their actions

- But once Gojo saw Nanami was staying, his caring attitude slowly faded

- He would stay to cuddle afterwards, but only until Nanami was asleep, leaving him to wake up by himself in the morning

[ maybe once in a while Gojo would leave a “Sorry I got called in for some mission” half assed excuse ]

- Not by force, but Gojo would make sure he’d get his needs met before Nanami did (definitely half assed in trying to meet Kento’s needs)

- Nanami isn’t stupid, he noticed the change in Gojo’s behavior early on, but being the masochist that he is, he put up with it because it still felt better than remembering Haibara and dealing with that

- Kento definitely noticed when Gojo was at his worst though. When Gojo was okay, he’d put up his usual goofy & cool dude front, and be selfish in bed, leaving the second they were done as if he was too “cool” and “strong” to show sad emotions.

- But when Gojo was really down and haunted with memories of Geto, he would stay the whole night.

- Gojo would be more gentle and slow with his actions, he wasn’t going out of his way to fully please Kento, but it was more like a sympathetic “c’mere let me do it for you” offer

- on those nights, after they were done, Gojo would lay there and hold-genuinely hold- Nanami.

- Nanami could see the accumulated exhaustion and pain in Gojo’s eyes on those days, and like Gojo, he wouldn’t go out of his way to help him. He might offer to be the bigger spoon or not question it when he stayed till morning, but Kento never would ask Gojo if he wanted to talk about it.

- Nanami would also allow himself to be selfish and enjoy the softer and more affectionate actions Gojo would do during these days

The sense of comfort and understanding they felt with one another was odd and definitely unhealthy, but it was better than being left alone with their own thoughts.

And it continued until Gojo was finally graduating and Nanami decided to share the news that he was going to start interning at some office

Gojo was taken back a bit by the announcement. Kento seemed like he would’ve just done the expected thing of graduating and going straight into sorcery work.

- “You really don’t like this sorcery stuff huh?” He’d probably ask him

- “It's all a bunch of shit” definitely a Nanami response

- Gojo was pretty indifferent in Kento’s post graduation plans, so he only gave him and understanding nod

During Nanami’s final year at the tech school, the two drifted apart without much trouble

- Maybe once in a while, when they were both overworked and stressed by their new schedules, they’d come back for one night to each another.

- It wasn’t much different than what they already had though

- Gojo would still only care about getting his first, and Nanami would use the time to space off and just distract himself from his reality

After Nanami graduated and started his salaryman career, their meetups stopped for a good while.

- Besides the fact that the two were now working even crazier schedules, Nanami was the one who wanted to full on quit.

- He was done with jujutsu tech & sorcery, and as he’s done with everything else in his life, he ran away from it

- He’d ignore Gojo’s out of the blue texts, or just give short and dry responses

- Gojo wasn’t really hurt about it, there weren’t any deep emotions formed below the surface of what he and Kento had.

- Though Gojo was very close to calling Nanami the day he dealt with Geto

But just how they were a few years ago as students, the two adults ended up back where they started, in an emotional void induced by stress and the years long accumulation of unattended issues that neither one of them knew how to handle.

- Nanami tried to quit, he really did. But going to company speed dating parties and or blind dates set up by coworkers was too much trouble for him. He was working way over 40hrs a week and had no time to develop a healthy relationship with someone.

- After some big deal falling through with his job, Nanami did what most adults who have little to no healthy coping skills would do. Get drunk and call his fuck buddy

- Gojo thought it was a mistake when Nanami sent him a text with only an address

- Gojo, also having almost no healthy coping skills, immediately called Nanami back to see what the text was about

- And oh.

- Nanami did send it on purpose

- Well. Who was Gojo to say no to a free night of being distracted with no strings attached?

Aaaaaand they were back, dancing the same dance they have been for years.

- Somewhere within those meetups, Gojo finally shared what happened to Geto.

- Nanami didn’t say much, he only said enough to convince Gojo that tonight wasn’t going to go as they usually do.

- Instead Nanami allowed Gojo to drink and let out any and all emotions he had about the incident.

- Gojo was embarrassed the next day thinking about what all he probably said. But he was grateful Nanami chose to be the responsible one and be next to him as he aired out his feelings

- Nanami never brought up that night’s conversation details to Gojo. He just let that night be what it was and moved on (the best thing for the both of them, more so for Gojo tbh)

Now present time, they still do their usual meetups, but maybe it’s the years of life slowly sanding them down because now, it feels more like a weird check up with one another than just a quick hookup

- It started with them just getting drinks for the night, nothing happened, they both just got drunk and passed out in Gojo’s Living room

- Then it slowly progressed from getting a quick bite to eat, to having planned dinners together

- Sometimes it leads to something, sometimes it doesn’t.

- Is it healthier than what they were doing at the beginning? Not really.

- They still don’t share their feelings that openly nor do they go out of their ways to comfort each other.

- But I guess just the mutual understanding from someone who has also lived through some fucked up stuff quietly sharing a drink or meal with you is somewhat comforting and helps you stay grounded.

End.

[shooting-starry]

Trust me. Love me. Shoot me.

Atsumu Miya x female reader

Summary: Atsumu finds himself with a young woman who is more that what she seems.

A/n: I honestly don’t know how to write fight scenes but I tried my best! Please support me by giving my any suggestions on fight scenes cuz I low key suck :O( any who, please dont repost, but feel free to reblog or like!

Y/n= your name

L/n= Your last name

Warning: misgendering, blood, weapons, death, dead bodies. Honestly, if gore is a no-no for you, then DO NOT READ THIS!!!!

Masterlist

Previous//Next

For the next few days, Atsumu drifted in and out of consciousness. Each waking moment was met with someone new in his room. There was the mystery man, Akaashi, who was reading a book, a large dude with bi-coloured hair doing pushups on the ground, a small girl with long blonde hair with dark roots playing on a Nintendo switch, and a rooster head who was sitting in the corner writing something in his notebook. Of course there was L/n. Atsumu was nervous about her. He wasn’t sure if he heard you properly two nights ago, or maybe 3 nights. Astumu wasn’t sure, but he was still cautious. When he wasn’t awake, he would dream of his brother and his comrades and acquaintances. He was not sure how his gang, Inarizaki, could have lost. He was on their side and was in good shape. The lose could not possibly be his fault. He was in great shape and fought extremely well. It had to be their fault. But of course, if they were hurt then he would have to blame himself. For what even he did to end up in L/n Y/n’s home. What ever her plan was, he didn’t understand nor want to know. He just wanted to get out as soon as possible. Because wherever he was, everyone around him was in danger.

This time, he woke up feeling entirely lucid. The room was empty, excluding the pair of crutches resting on the bedside table. He pulled his pant-less self off of the bed and grabbed the crutches. He placed one crutch under each arm and balanced himself on his unharmed foot. He moved to the mirror and observed his damaged body. He was wearing a pair of boxers and bandages covering his thigh. The large bandages that were wrapped around his chest, were now gone, exposing most of his tattoos. His face looking better, the stiches were taken out of his face, leaving a long scar down his face. His swollen lip and black eye had healed tremendously as well. His arms were still covered in bandages, but showed more of his tattoos. His blond hair was still messy, but it looked cleaner and more organized.

Atsumu opened the door and headed down the hallway which lead to the stairs. He hobbled down the hallway and stairs into a sitting room to see the mystery man, rooster head, the bi-coloured hair man, who looked scarily like an owl, the girl, and L/n. The five people were sitting in the dark sitting room, which was illuminated by a few candles, all except the girl with mugs in hand. As he entered the room, all five pairs of eyes, save for the girl, who was very invested in his Nintendo switch, focused on him. He once agin felt like a poop-flinging monkey in his enclosure.

The silence in the room was deafening. The silence was broken by the owl man who got up and ran towards him. He swung and arm around his shoulder and proceeded to carry Atsumu to the couch. Owl dude was a large man. He had exceptionally broad shoulders and biceps as large as his face. He was wearing a black muscle shirt with nike workout shorts. But damn, who knew an owl could be so buff.

As Atsumu was placed down gently on the couch (Atsumu swear he felt like a princess), the rooster head started to talk to him.

“So you are yakuza, right, Atsumu?” Asked the rooster head. “How did a yakuza like you end up in our little Y/n’s care”. Atsumu swore he was being provoked, two could play that game.

“Well it was an ambush, Rooster head-kun.” Atsumu rebutted. The air wasn’t tense, but felt playful. As Rooster head-kun was hyena laughing at his response, Owl-man was fidgeting in his seat and repeatedly taping Akaashi on the shoulder, like at a game show, Akaashi, showed little interest to the Owl and just told him to calm down.

“I still don’t get why you are even here.” Said a n unknown, tenor voice. Atsumu turned around to look at the source. He was staring at the “girl” who was definitely not a girl. He had his long blond hair pulled half back. His hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets, along with his switch. There was not much which was notable about this character. He was about 170cm with brown eyes.

“He is here because he was hurt on the sidewalk, Kenma.” L/n interjects, “so be nice. He will be here until he is better”. That statement seemed really contradictory to what you said the last night about “taking care of it”.

“Wait who are these people L/n?” Atsumu asked, scanning the room.  He noticed the tall fire place in the room, along with the floor-to-ceiling windows which showed a yard. The room was elegant, yet modern. Shit. How much was this place?

“Well this is Bokuto, Akaashi, Kenma, and Kuroo. And please just call me Y/n. Only Akaashi calls me L/n ‘cause he is too formal.” Y/n laughs. The group seem very cozy in the large sitting room. “We are partners and room mates. Kuroo is technically a lawyer, Bokuto is a personal trainer and body builder, Akaashi is an author and editor, and Kenma is, well a lot of things”.

“Well thank ya all the help, but I have’ta go. I don’t wanna stay here.” Atsumu replied. “A don’t think I should stay so bye”.  He said as he attempted to stand up. The owl head, Bokuto, grabbed the crutches before Atsumu could grab them.

“Sorry Tsum-Tsum, we can’t let you go until you are fully healed. Y/n even said so.” Bokuto said, holding one crutch in each hand.

“No! I have to go! Now please give me the damn crutches so I can leave.” He refuted. Atsumu felt a feeling of dread take over his body. The knew that they were coming. He was not sure who, but he felt that they were being watched thought the tall glass windows.

“Miya-san, you need to stay here until you are fully healed. So please don’t fight us.” Akaashi said.  Atsumu knew he had to leave now. There was no way he would let these nice people get hurt, even the cold Akaashi, who really dislikes him.

“I am sorry, but I need to—” Atsumu started, only to be interrupted by the smashing of the tall glass windows and doors being kicked in. Atsumu froze, waiting for the intruders next move. He was virtually defenceless in his current state, but he could at least help the other people escape. The intruders flooded in with revolvers and knives from all angles. There were no escape routes, and he could not see their faces. He turned around to expect 5 frightened faces, but instead he was met with an exited Bokuto, a smirking Kuroo, an ever-stoic Akaashi, a scheming Kenma, and a determined Y/n, still sitting around the coffee table. In a blink of an eye, weapons are pulled from under the coffee table, under couch cushions, and behind pillows. Guns, knifes, tasers, swords and a frying pan were pulled out from obscure places.

As the group behind Atsumu stood up, weapons were in hand as fighting ensued. Bokuto had A large frying pan (why, Atsumu could figure out) and was using it as a shield from in coming knifes, and a weapon for hitting people upside the head. Akaashi and Kenma were gracefully dodging and stabbing people with black knifes (maybe it was an Eckhorn, Atsumu wasn’t sure). Kuroo was tazing the masked men left and right. As for Y/n, she had disappeared somewhere in the span of a few seconds.

As much as Atsumu was enjoying the fighting, he was stuck in the middle, utterly defenceless. Blood was everywhere as bodies hit the floor. One after another. The intruders were killed and left on the ground to be kicked on stepped on. He was so intrigued in the fight around him, that he did not notice the tall man stalking towards him. Right as Atsumu noticed, a gun was placed on his head as he heard threats of death if he called for help or moved. Paralyzed, he froze, his thoughts raced, and his heart was beating one thousand times a minute. Then suddenly Y/n appeared from the shadows and sliced the man with a tomahawk. Blood spattered along her dark cardigan and onto his back. She swung again and again until his body fell to the floor in a bloody mess. The masked men were almost completely all dead. The boys were mostly unscathed, except for a scrap on Kuroo’s forehead, but covered in blood. Atsumu was still in shock over the fighting skills of a doctor, lawyer, writer, body builder and whatever Kenma did.

“Wait what just happened?” he asked in shock.

“Well our safe house was found and we were attacked by masked-” started Bokuto, only to be cut off by Kenma.

“We saved your life and killed some people.” He interjected. The other 5 were stripping off all their bloodied clothes.

“No, who are you really, and how did you act so quickly?” Atsumu clarified.

“Well, Kuroo and Kenma are from the Nekoma Yakuza, and Akaashi and Bokuto are from the Fukorodani Yakuza.” Y/n replies, now stripped down to a simple black sports bra and black cargo pants.

“And I am a freelance assassin.”

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@kayleighbeccaa

[impaladolan]

What if y/n tried to sneak out again and ends up opening a door and it’s literally a conference room and grays ins sitting head of the table and it’s filled w mafia men lmaooo and she’s just like oh sorry was looking for the bathroom which is an obvious lie cos girl has one in her room and she runs away and one of them catch her and take back to grays I mean does he punish her in front of the men girl that’s up to you but even if he doesn’t I feel like it’s like a lowkey funny concept like poor girl she just tryna escape hahaha

Anonymous said

i think it would be fun if y/n just constantly winds up him now in hopes he will get sick of her antics and just tell her everything hehe like maybe one day she steals his rolex, smashes all the plates lmaoo idk now that i type that out i feel like he won’t care and just spank her ass every time (which i highly doubt she’s gonna complain about lol)

Capture - Grayson Dolan [7/-]

summary: y/n has always been a curious women, but when she stumbles upon something she’s not supposed to.. things become too much to handle...

warnings: swearing & humiliation/degradation..

a/n: do y’all want to do tags @?? and also, thank you sweet anons for the prompts! love you all 💕

The events to which had pertained early this morning continuously played on a loop in your head. Rerun after rerun, and you never ran out of film. It really made you question your decision-making skills, or rather any of the skills and manners you have acquired in your short time of living. You couldn't help the "imbalance of homeostasis" moreover your impulsive, fluctuant feelings that would come over you like a rushing water at times. It really made everything a bit more difficult to understand. In shorter terms;

What the hell even happened?

You couldn't deny or even feel guilty for the wrongdoings of this morning, but nor could you exactly excuse them. Yes, it was a heat of the moment type of thing and you really should have expected him to come barging in like that, but it still had taken you off guard. Although, when you think back to what happened, you don't regret it.

You miss it.

You miss the way it felt, to be sat atop of him and needing for his scared touch. He was like a drug. An addictive, life sucking drug that wouldn't wash away from your mind. He was all you could think about.

He is all you can think about.

The wanting demand to know his name, the request to see his godawful handsome face, the aching of his touch. Everything about him was mysterious and daunting. He drew you in, like a magnet against steel. The burning desire you have for him doesn't make sense.

How could you be in love with someone you barely know? Someone who had taken you away from everything you've ever known. A man that knows the ins and outs of you, yet you couldn't even recognize his name?

It feels like a game. A stupid, twisted fucking game that you're bound to lose to.

Sighing to your intrusive thoughts, you blow a wavering piece of hair from your face. You were stuffed under the lengthy duvet and your eyes were directed at the spinning ceiling fan above. The industrial, artificial wind-making machine upwards reminded you of a similar one placed in your room at home. Of course, this one didn't have a squeak but it still made the pit of your stomach drop in an agony-filled remembrance of home. It feels like forever ago when you used to run every morning. The feel of the harsh wind against your cheeks and the subtle pumping of your heart was washed away with the same old gray walls that you were enclosed by every single waking moment.

The sudden thought of just that sparked energy within you.

You were pretty exhausted from prior events and you thought you’d be able to get a nap or two in. But your overthinking and legitimate thoughts clouded your head and you just couldn’t find a way to sleep properly. Although now, you were ready to explore.

Well, explore the kitchen.

The mere thought of a tall glass of iced water sounds satisfactory. Especially for your often dry throat. So, you hassled out of the flooding white covers and marched straight to the door, pulling down the only thing that covers you; a large white t-shirt— presumably his. The urge to soothe the parchedness that swirled within you only strengthened as you trekked past the door and into the ominous hallway. You werent for sure if he was home or not, but at this point it really didn't matter. You were thirsty and you were gonna do something about it, one way or another.

You retraced your steps from only a few days beforehand, when you had tried to escape, which had ended in complete failure. Thinking back to it, it surprises you that he actually knew you were in the walk-in pantry the entire time.

It seems like he knows just about everything.

Like you remembered, the hall opened up into a large, modern looking kitchen that could possibly sustain an expensive restaurant if it really had to. Before you could pause in absolute awe by just gaping at it, you get straight to work in finding a glass. You swung open most of the cabinet doors, opening to mainly spice racks and pots/pans that looked pricier than your own vehicle. You finally found something that could fit the desired contents and you went straight for the fridge. Just as quickly, you dip your cup in the little boxed formation and listen to the ice cubes soothingly fall. You didn't even worry about the deafening bangs of the cubes as they fell from the dispenser, or the crackling or the cool water slipping down and around their entirety.

God, it looks like heaven.

You bring the cylindrical shape up to your lips and let the freezing water slip down your tongue and throughout your body. It cured any and everything that seemed to be wrong, at least for the moment. You dont stop your drinking until the water is fully ingested and the ice begins to burn the tip of your nose. You place the glass carefully on the counter and deeply inhale, shutting your eyes for a brief moment to think.

You’re tired of staying in that room all damn day, and you need a change of scenery. You know there’s got to be way more in this house than just the couple rooms you’ve ventured in, and what’s the worst that could happen?

Aww, he spanks your ass again?

Like that would solve anything anyway. He should know by now that it affects you differently. He seems to know everything else about you. It’s actually really frustrating. For him to know all the details and you’re left in the weird gray area that’s clueless and dumb. It makes you so aggravated and angered, and you wanted to oh so bad, put your foot down in some way.

So, that’s what you’ll do.

A devilish grin comes across your face as you leave the kitchen, waltzing into the dining area with scouring eyes. What could you possibly do to make the “almighty capturer” upset? The first thing to come across your head was unorganization.

He seems like a perfectionist, someone who likes everything put in their exact places and to not be tampered with. You share that similar quality, but you aren’t an extremist like him.

You first lay your eyes on the dining room table, the centerpiece along with the runner looking a little too nice. With a sense of urgency, you decide sabotage. Firstly, you grab the extravagant-looking art sculpture and set it on the floor. After, you crumple the cloth underneath it. With an odd smirk, you pull out all the chairs in not so orderly fashion.

Wow, Y/N, you really did some damage..

Taking a couple steps back to look at the petty mess you've made, a chuckle erupts from your mouth and you sigh yet again. You shrug the simplicity away from your head and continue your walking. You come about a spiraling staircase and instantly begin to climb it, eager to see the upper floor’s decor. Your hand slides against the railing as you become steps closer to your desired destination, another chic and modern looking domain before your eyes. Unlike the downstairs, this room held a lot more art work and a certain professionality you couldn't begin to explain, but you continued to move forward. You approach another hallway, except this one withheld a deadend, large double doors that open outward. It somehow gained your attention and you couldn't help but want a quick look inside. Nothing was really stopping you and there are no signs of him around, so why not?

You didn’t really need an answer, you just went ahead and did what was on your mind. Exerting the small amount of force needed to push down the handles, you pull the doors open wide and focus your eyes on the room’s interior.

Men, sat all along a table that led all the way up to him.

Your eyes widen in immediate shock and your jaw drops open. All of their heads turn in the direction of a barely dressed girl standing in the doorway, disrupting the importance of a meeting with their leaders.

You.

Papers were strung all over the long piece of oak and there was bustling before you rudely interrupted their transactions and communicating, but you were too frozen to react or runaway.

“What the fuck are you doing up here, Y/N?” He said your name with such a deep and dark mannerism, it made your pussy throb unexpectedly. “I- Uhm, I.. Bathroom?” Words wouldn’t come out straight, no matter how hard you tried. You felt the stares of a million, but you could only focus your gaze on him.

And he looks furious.

What could you do to escape all of this? Well, running actually. You take off just as you see him get up from his seat. You speed back down the hallway you first walked down and curved through the different paths you had taken prior. The faint “go fucking get her” that spilled from his lips had made it to your ears and a certain fear ignited within you.

You could hear the footsteps behind you, but you didn’t stop. You were almost down the steps, until that menacing touch of someone grabbing you right before freedom— immersed around you. You knew it wasn’t his arms wrapped around you, but you didn’t dare look back to see whose it actually was. You wanted to cry, struggling to stay in his grasp as he lifted you back up and into the meeting room from whence you came.

“Let her down, Marc.” His wondrous voice filled your ears and you’ve never felt so secure yet troubled in your entire lifetime. The large arms unraveled from around you and you were softly placed on the ground. You didn’t dare to look up, but instead focus on the ground beneath you.

“Get your ass over here, slut.” His dark voice filled the quiet room, and your heart plummeted at the sound of such a slur. Sadly, you could only listen to him, so you walk carefully around the table, making your way to his perch. You weren’t even fully near him until his arm reached out and clutched your wrist, forcefully pulling you towards him. He roughly laid you over his lap, in front of everyone, and pulled up the bottom of your shirt, allowing every eye to see you lower half nakedness.

And just like the early morning prospects, an echoing slap to your ass filled the room’s silence. “This is what fucking happens, Y/N. When you disobey me.” You could tell his jaw was clenched and his face was red with anger by the way he was talking. Tears began to form in your eyes, but not from the pain, but from the embarrassment.

How’re you supposed to face all the people in this room, after getting an ass whooping for the second time today?

“Guess you don’t know how to fuckin’ listen well, do you Y/N?” He kept saying your name like it was some kind of extravaganza, which humiliated you all the more. You didn’t want everyone to know who you are, laid across a grown man’s lap and getting seriously aroused amidst people.

Out of the blue, he wraps his hand around the back of your neck to pull you back up to face him, a dark red spread across your cheeks. “Lucky I don’t make you suck my fuckin’ cock in front of all of ‘em. Then they’d know you aren’t such a bad little girl, wouldn’t they?” He whispers against your ear as he sets you on his knee, facing the direction of the stone cold men veering their eyes on everything but you— away from the awful scene.

You shake your head to his words, feeling his large hands linger under your shirt. “Don’t think so? Would that embarrass you, sweetheart? Cause I couldn’t give a less fuck about that right now.” His hands continue to travel upwards, wrapping around the both of your unclothed breasts, the thin shirt material not doing much justice.

“Please, no. I-I’ll do whatever you want, just please— not here.” With those words of plea, you cross your arms over his hands and train your eyes to the floor in humiliation.

“Get back to you room, and don’t leave it. You’re on thin fucking ice, princess.”

to be continued...

a/n: don’t ask me why, i really don’t know why he has such an affinity for spanking her 🤷‍♀️ and it’s also 1:00 am that I finally finished this.. procrastination at its finest..

[zmayadw]

'Morning to all!

A bussy weekend is in front of me, so I'll post the next part of the story now :)

Wish you all a great weekend! :)

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 22

Mayas POV

I barely managed to get any sleep. I woke up every little, checking if Jake was breathing. I was terrified seeing him yesterday, but also relieved when they finaly got back. I got out of bed, glancing once more at him before i closed the door, heading for the kitchen. Jessy was already there, with fresh coffee just about done. „'Morning.“ I said to her, both of us sharing the same sleepless face. I sat down, Jessy joining me after a minute, handing me a cup. „Is Dan ok?“ i asked, guilt for what happened crawling at me. „He will be.“ She started, and chuckled a bit „I think his pride got more hurt then him actually.“ I smiled at it a bit. „I'm sorry, Jessy.“ She looked at me „What for?“ „For all of this.“ I said and sighed „What if something happened to Dan again? I mean, worse then it did yesterday. Things just got somewhat normal for you, and now i've pulled you back again in some weird shit.“ Jessy took my hand, squeezing it hard „Hey, we both told you before, we're here for you. And not just for the good part.“ „I know, Jessy, but i dont want for anything to happen to any of you, i could never forgive myself for it.“ Just the tought of something happeneing to her, or Dan, ached me. She smiled at me „We're in this together, and there's nothing you can say or do that will make us change our minds.“ „You can say that again!“ Dans voice came from the door, and we both turned to him. „And, besides“ he said, taking a cup from the cupboard and filling it with coffee „Your man would be lost without me.“ He turned to us, grinning. I laughed „You are starting to like him more and more, aren't you?“ Dan sat down and looked all serious at me „I will neither confirm nor deny this!“ Jessy and me laughed at it, Dan winking at me with a grin. „Thank you, both of you, for everything.“ Jessy smiled at me, and Dan said „All right, all right, its too early for that wooshy mooshy stuff.“ He got up, going to the fridge, opening it and rubbing his hands together „Its time for Dans special eggs breakfast.“ I looked at Jessy, rising my eyebrow „Do i dare to eat that?“ She laughed „Dont worry, it's actually good.“

Dans cooking skills wer pretty good, he made us a great breakfast, I had no idea i was that hungry. I helped Jessy clear the table after we finished, refilling my coffee cup before sitting down again. „Dan, what happened yesterday?“ i asked. He looked at me a bit uneased „Shouldnt we wait for Jake to join us for this?“ „Please, Dan, who knows how long he will be asleep. I just need to know.“ Jessy looked at him, squeezing his hand „I'm sure Jake wont mind.“ She was as much impatient as me to find out. Dan switched glances between the two of us, sighing desperatly „All righ, fine. But just for the record, if he asks, you two better stand up for me.“ We both just nooded at him. „Ok.“ he said, taking a deep breath before he started telling us about last night.

„What the hell is going on here?“ Jessy said, confusion all over her face. I was as much confused as her, but i was more concerned about the pictures part. Just the thought of someone watching me, following me arround, sent chills down my spine. What was happening here? What was this all about? Was this related to the prior events, or was this something completely different? There wer so manny questions in my head, but no answers to any of it. „You all right there, Maya?“ Dan asked, looking worryingly at me. „Im fine“ i said. „I mean, im not fine, this is all getting freaking confusing more and more!“ Both of them wer looking at me intensly now. „But dont worry, i'm not gonna loose it.“ I looked at Dan „Did Jake say anything more to you about the laptop?“ „No, nothing, so you will just have to wait for him to tell you more.“

Jakes POV

My eyes opened and It took me a moment to remember what happened and to realize where i was. My head was still hurting, but compared to yesterday this was a relief. I got in sitting position, no clue what time it was, the curtains wer drawn over the window. I took the glass that was next to bed and some more painkillers, drinking it before i got up and dressed. I left the room heading for the kitchen. The moment i saw the grim faces of Jessy and Maya i knew. „So, you told them.“ I said to Dan as i entered the kitchen. „Sorry, man, they begged me.“ He told me, as i sat down next to Maya. She leaned to me, giving me a soft kiss „Dont be mad that we didnt wait for you, i just needed to know.“ „Its fine.“ I said smiling at her. „Want some coffee?“ Jessy asked, and i nodded. „How you feeling?“ Maya asked. „Better. My head still hurts, but at least the dizziness is gone.“ „Good.“ She said, but worry was still present all over her face.“Was there anything useful on that laptop, by the way?“ Jessy asked, handing me the cup. „Nothing, i'm afraid. It was just one of those automatic calling programs, you can basicly get it anywhere. And with some easy tweeking, you can set it however you want.„ „Great, so not much help there.“ she said sighing. „Did any of you saw who it was that attacked you?“. „No, i got hit from behind, i didnt see anything.“ Dan answered, turning his look to me. „Nothing.“ I said „I rushed in too foolishly when i saw Dan.“ „Damn it.“ Jessy said, when Maya asked. „Did the preson say anything? Before you got knocked out?“ You can't save her, boy. She will die. The words echoed in my head again. „Jake?“ I turned to her. She looked so tired, and beaten with worry. So i lied. „No, nothing.“ She continued looking at me so intensly, i was sure she would see right through me. But she just leaned her head to my shoulder, sighing „So we still don't know anythig.“ „I'm sorry, Maya.“ I said, leaning my head to hers „I hoped we would find something, anything that would shed some light to this.“ „Me, too“ she said, sounding so defeated. „We wont give up, we will just try harder.“ Dan said. „We wont let a few blows to the head make us quit.“ He grinned, Jessy shaking her head and rolling her eyes at him. „ Joking aside“ she started, giving Dan a stare „But Dan is right, we wont give up.“

Mayas POV

Jessy made us stay for lunch before letting us go back to the motel. We all just ate in silence, lost in our toughts. All this was just getting more confusing with each day, leaving so manny unanswered questions in my head. „I saw Phil the other day.“ Jessys words snapped me out of my thoughts. Both Jake and me looked at eachother for a moment, and i turned to Jessy „Yeah?“ She sighed „He didnt want to tell me what happened, but he has a nasty bruise on his face.“ „Really?“ i said, trying to sound surprised, averting my eyes back to my plate. Jake smirked at it. „You know something about it, man, dont you?“ Dan said to Jake grinning. Jessy looked at us „Oh, god, what happened?“ she asked desperatly. „Well, you know how you said to me Phil can be a jerk sometimes?“ i asked, and she just nodded. „Phil was a jerk. So Jake hit him.“ I said nonchalantly, Dan grinning even more „Nice, man.“ He said to Jake, and he grinned back at Dan. Jessy looked bewildered at Jake „You did what?!“ „She just told you.“ he said to her, Jessy rolling her eyes, turning to me. „Can you be more specific, please.“ I sighed „Fine. Phil provoked him, and it happened, Jessy. I cant say im sorry about it, he did deserve it, he crossed the line.“ Dan was still grinning at it, but Jessy got up from the table, throwing her hands up in desperation and annoyance „Great, now i have to find another place.“ I turned to her „Another place for what?“ „To celebrate me getting that job at the library.“ „Oh, congratulation, Jessy, i'm so happy for you!“ i chimed. „Thanks!“ She said cheerfully before getting serious again. „But I still have the same problem. I cant have this one“ she said pointing at Jake „having another run down with my brother again.“ „Hey, i dont have to be there.“ Jake told her, and she looked at him, rising her eyebrow „ Maya would be, and i highly doubt you would let her be alone anywhere near my brother after what happened.“ „Point taken.“ he said to her thoughtfully. „I dont mind going to the Aurora, Jessy.“ I said, and all looked at me. I rolled my eyes „Its not like i would be going there for Phil. And besides, it's a big place, i'm sure we can all avoid each other just fine for that one evening.“ I took a bite of off my plate „It's actually Phil you have to talk to about it.“ I started „Maybe he banned Jake and me from the Aurora after it.“ i said grinning at her. Jessy groaned with frustration at us „Argh, can anything be simple with you two!?“ „But its more interesting like this, babe!“ Dan chimed cheerfuly, Jake and me looking at eachother and chuckling, leaving poor Jessy just shake her head at us all.

Back at the motel, i just threw myself on the bed. „What are we gonna do now?“ „I'll take a shower for sure.“ Jake said as he sat on the bed rubbing at the side of his head. „I didnt mean it like that.“ I rolled my eyes at him. „I know you didnt.“ He said desperatly. „But to be honest, i have no clue what to tell you.“ I burried my face in the pillow and screamed, making him look at me. „Sorry“ i said „Im just fucking frustrated with it all right now. I have no clue what is happening here, or why it's happening. And we didnt find out anything yesterday, so we're back at square one!“ „Dont you think this all isnt frustrating for me also?“ he said, but his voice was adding something else to that frustration. I looked him straight in the eyes „Are you sure there isnt anything else you want to tell me?“ I tought his eyes widened for a second at my question, but he just said „Ofcourse not, I told you everything.“ There was something in his voice, I wasnt sure he was telling me the truth, wich just made me more frustrated. „Fine, whatever. Go take your shower.“ I said a bit snapily. „Fine, i will!“ he said, a bit of hurt in his voice, getting up and going to the bathroom, slamming the doors. He stomped back a moment later, his hoodie and pants gone. „Why are you angry at me now?“ he asked, rising his voice. „Im not!“ i said, also rising my voice, getting up from the bed. "I'm just frustrated and angry with everything now, ok?!“ „Fine! Dont take it out on me then!“ he said and stomped back. I threw myself backwards on the bed. Shit, i didnt want to fight with him, but all that was happening was driving us both crazy. It was just a matter of time before we would snap at eachother. Bathroom doors opened once more, Jake stomping out again with just his boxers on. He came to the bed and grabbed my hand, pulling me up and going back towards bathroom. „What are you doing?“ I asked. He just continued going „You look sexy when angry, and i'm horny now, so you're taking a shower with me.“

Jakes POV

I couldnt sleep, the toughts wer racing wild in my mind. I turned to her, and smiled. I could just stare at her like this for hours. She was sleeping soundly, it was the only time she looked at peace these last days. I got out of bed silently, going to the bathroom, and just stared at the mirror. I hated myself for lying to her. But how could i tell her the truth!? Those words wer haunting me, eating at me inside. I feared what it might do to her if she only knew. If i wasn't so careless that day, things might end differently, this all could have ended by now. I was furious at myself for that, rage boiling in me. „Fuck!“ i cursed out loud, my fist involuntarily colliding with the wall next to the mirror. „Jake?“ She called to me from the room after a moment, making me curse inside. Breathing deep to calm myself, I took the glass and filled it with water before going back. „Sorry, did I wake you?“ i said, forcing a smile on my face. She just smiled at me sleepily „Dont worry. Is everything all right? I thought i heard a noise.“ „Yeah, sorry, that was me. I knocked down the glass.“ I said. „Oh, ok. Well, come back to bed.“ She said yawning, laying back on her pillow. I got under the covers, pulling her close to me, hugging her tight. She smiled, snuggling even closer to me before falling back to sleep almost instantly. Those cursed words came back to me again. But no, that wont happen, what he said to me, he was wrong. I made a promise to myself then, I'll make sure nothing happens to her. I wont let her down, ever again.