#i hit peak fangirling

[kueh-lapyx]

Maeve extended a hand before her, darkness swirling in her cupped palm. "There are no gods left to watch, I'm afraid. And there are no gods left to help you now, Aelin Galathynius."

Aelin smiled, and Goldryn burned brighter. "I am a god."

She unleashed herself upon them.

~Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass book 7 by Sarah J. Maas)

I was quaking at this legendary scene, I can't not draw it hfjejcjsjjds

Anyway this piece turned out so high contrast it's delicious, really loving the unexpected manga vibes it gives me

[martiniblues]

spidey boy ; 이민형

pairing spiderman!mark x female!reader

synopsis mark has tried to hide his secret identity from you for as long as possible, to keep you safe, of course. little does he know that you’ve untangled his web of lies long ago and will do anything in your power to get him to admit it. just when you've had enough of him lying to you, he ends up getting caught in the act trying to save your life.

genre established relationship, fighting (if you squint), lots of fluff, slight violence and cat-calling, slightly suggestive, mark calls reader “my girl” and “pretty girl”.

wc 2.9k

“do you think that spiderman guy is actually as good as everyone says he is?” you ask mark, who lay peacefully in your lap as your fingers ran through his hair.

you two had been hanging out after school, as you usually do, watching random channels while you both indulged in each other's day. however, you had articulated this hangout the night prior.

a few days ago, you had aimlessly been searching through mark’s backpack in hopes of finding your calculus notes, which you had so graciously let him borrow, only to stumble upon a very familiar red and black mask balled up in the bottom.

at first, you thought mark had hit peak fangirl. he was obsessed with the superhero after all, completely drawn to the tv or newspaper whenever spiderman was mentioned, but so was every other human being in your city.

so when you began noticing how mark’s late-night appearances and “fashionably late” activities began lining up with the famous building-swinging superhero, your mind put the pieces together.

you tried to understand his point of view and why he wouldn’t reveal this very key detail about himself. it hurt you, though, feeling as though there was something in you that made him not feel comfortable enough to expose himself to you.

so, you compiled a plan to get the truth out of him organically, or as organically as this could be.

“wha… what do you mean?” your boyfriend’s head quickly snapped up, turning on his palm to face you with a questionable look knitted into his features.

a smile teasingly pulled on your lips, knowing you had hit a sore spot in his ego. how couldn’t he be proud of himself? after all, he was known as the hero of your city.

“i don’t know,” you continued, leaning back against the couch, watching your boyfriend swing from building to building on the screen in front of your bodies. “he just seems too full of himself, like cool you can swing from buildings and hang upside down, but we have police and firefighters for a reason!”

it took everything in you to not break character, slowly watching mark’s face grow red at your painful statements. he just looked at you, eyes blown wide and brows pulled so close together that you were certain he could get stuck like that.

with a small giggle, you reached out, brushing your thumb between the crease in his brows and bringing it down to caress his cheek.

“what’s with the face, baby? don’t tell me you're obsessed with him too.” his face slowly relaxed as your soft hand held his face, but his brain was still scrambling with your previous statements.

how could you find him not absolutely amazing? he could swing from buildings and hang upside down!

“you don’t think he’s cool? not even a little bit?” mark’s eyes followed yours to the screen. spiderman now being shown saving an older woman from getting mugged.

“i think he’s cool, i guess.” you looked back at your boyfriend only to find his eyes already on your face, his previous expression appearing again. “babe, you can’t be serious.” mark leaned back, feeling completely bewildered by your nonchalant attitude towards his heroic duties.

“it’s not that big of a deal."it’s not like you’re spiderman, so why should it matter if i like him or not?” you titled your head away from the screen to watch his eyes grow wide, and you could audibly hear his breath hitch.

“but…” he quickly let out before catching himself, looking at the tv to see his segment disappear. “but what?” you teased, beginning to feel bad for your ministrations.

he looked back at your face, sighing heavily. “nothing, just like the guy a bit," he said before lying back in your lap to hide his face from you.

this was going to be a lot harder than you thought.

“hey baby~” mark cooed as he stepped into your apartment, takeout bags in hand. you quickly sprung up from your spot at the counter, running to hug your boyfriend after not seeing him for awhile.

after your first attempt to disclose his true identity was unsuccessful, you held off from bringing up the topic for awhile.

but you had finally decided to take a different approach this time.

“i missed you, pretty girl.” the nickname made your cheeks heat up as his cold hands held your face in front of his. he inspected you lovingly, relishing in the fact that he could finally hold you without school being in the way.

“missed you too," you replied before kissing him softly. mark dropped the plastic bag on the counter beside him, pulling you firmly against him. his lips were almost enough to make you forget about your plan.

almost.

“god, i’m hungry.” you pulled away, making him laugh at your cute antics, and he joined you on your couch to eat. as you sat, you pulled off your (mark’s) sweatshirt to reveal the key details of your plan.

mark quickly noticed the black spiderman logo displayed across your chest, at a loss for how quickly your opinion of him changed. “you like?” you asked, flaunting the red baby tee you had bought earlier that day.

“i- i thought you thought spiderman was stupid." he nearly choked on his food, trying not to blush at the image of his girl repping him like this.

“i never said he was stupid, mark. i just thought he was overhyped, but i now understand where all the love is coming from.” you looked down, ogling at your new shirt, sure of its effect on your boyfriend.

“oh…” he tried to fight the grin, trying to cover his lips, but couldn’t contain his relief. “glad you finally came around, baby.” he smiled before shoving his face with more food.

“you’re not jealous?” you asked, beginning to take on step two of your plan. “he is a guy, after all.”

this made mark actually choke on his food. “what? why would i be jealous about that?"

“i mean, your girlfriend wearing a shirt for some muscular superhero who is most definitely sickly hot under that skin tight suit he wears while saving lives." you went on swirling your fork in your food, looking up every so often to see mark’s cheeks darken at the compliments.

he held his head down, but not enough for his flushed ears and cheeks to go unoticed. “why are you so red, baby? i still like you more, you know; spiderman can’t take you away from me.” you reached over and combed your fingers through his hair to feign worry.

“that is, unless he happens to swing by and sweep me up with his insane muscles.” you winked, making your boyfriend turn into a tomato.

“yeah, you wish he would do that.” mark  joked, trying to deflate his growing pride, which you continued to boost.

“what? are you saying i’m not worthy of spiderman’s fantastic biceps picking me up and swinging me through the night sky?” mark looked at you quizzically.

you couldn’t be serious, could you?

mark discarded his food, crawling over to trap you beneath his body. "fantastic, you say... and what are these?” he made reference to his own muscular arms peeking through his fitted white tee.

"marvelous," you replied, sliding your fingers softly over your boyfriend's muscles. how lovely it was that you didn’t have to dream of spiderman’s biceps as they sat right in front of you.

“better than fantastic in my book.” mark smiled before catching your lips in his.

your spiderman shirt was soon discarded in that moment but continued to linger in mark’s head days later.

“i’m just gonna go grab a few things. i promise i won’t be long.” you stood in your doorway, attempting to run to the store to get a few things before it got too late.

mark hated this.

“why cant i just go get it or go with you?” mark wrapped his arms around you from behind, making it increasingly difficult to slide on your shoes. he kissed you all over your neck and face, held your hand, pulled at your jacket sleeves, and even attempted to block the door entirely to try and get you to stay, but you were as determined as you ever were.

“i’m a grown woman, mark. i can run down the block by myself.” you turned around in his arms, reaching for your keychain next to his head on the wall, hanging by a hook.

“it’s dangerous out there. wouldn’t want my pretty girl getting hurt.” he slouched against the wall, still holding onto your hand as your whole body nearly made it out the door.

“good thing spiderman will be there to save me from any danger.” you teased him before slamming the door in his face, preventing him from getting anymore words out. not that he could form any from your statement anyway.

as you made your way through the isles of the tiny convenience store down the block from your place, you began to notice a dark figure popping into your vision.

a man decked out in all black and wearing a dark baseball cap pulled down just enough to hide his eyes followed your trail through the store.

he just coincidentally needs the same things, plus it’s freezing outside. that’s why he’s covered up so much, you thought. you can't say much about covering up with your giant black puffer jacket nearly swallowing you whole.

as your shopping trip continued, you couldn’t help but notice the figure not picking up a single item they inspected.

how weird, you thought.

“have a nice night!” the sweet cashier bid you goodbye before you quickly made your way out of the store.

as you exited the glass doors, the figure from earlier greeted you outside. your steps increased in speed as you noticed the figure continuing to follow your path.

you: mark could you meet me outside

you: creepy dude won’t stop following me

you: dude answer the phone

you: mark come on this is serious

you huffed, knowing the figure was still following you from a distance and aggravated by mark ignoring your texts.

“what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here alone at night?” the figure spoke from your side, somehow managing to come up beside you without you noticing.

you stayed silent, pretending to be interested in the cement beneath your feet.

“hey! i’m talking to you!” the voice barked, noticeably irritated by your lack of interest. “i asked you a question, bitch!” a hand grabbed your wrist tightly, stopping you in your tracks.

thinking it was the figure, your body froze seeing spiderman right in front of you. stumbling back, you watched your hero step in and fight off the creepy man, knocking him over before webbing him to the alley wall ahead.

“try and speak to her again, and you’ll get much worse than a few webs on you.” the familiar voice of your boyfriend came out deep and threatening, making your breath hitch. you had never heard him speak like that.

while the bum continued to try and yell through the webs plastered over his mouth, spiderman turned to check on you.

“everything all right? he didn’t touch you or hurt you, babe- i mean, mam?” the fumbling of words made you laugh slightly, knowing the dork under the mask.

“i’m all right, thanks to you, spiderman.” you swooned, so caught up with the fact that your own boyfriend was spiderman and that he had practically beaten and webbed a man to a wall for you.

“what could i ever do to repay you?” you asked, trying not to trip over your own feet at the way the suit hugged mark’s muscle so well. more than any t-shirt ever could.

“just doing my job, as always.” spiderman leaned his body against the wall smoothly, resting his head against his fist. you two stood there in a few seconds of silence, both not knowing what to do.

“you better get headed home; it’s getting late.” he coughed, finally breaking out of his daze.

“no swinging around the city for me?” you asked, pretty disappointed that your boyfriend was about to make you walk home alone. “no can do, web swinging with lovely ladies is a daytime activity only; i wouldn’t want anyone to miss it.” he pulled his body from the wall, shooting up a web to hang from a sign above your heads.

“what a shame. guess you’ll just have to give me a show of the city another day," you replied, watching as mark swung his legs over the sign to hang upside down effortlessly.

definitely trying to impress me, you thought.

“i can see what i can do.” he crossed his arms over his chest before you stepped forward on your tiptoes, placing your hand on his cheek, making him short circuit.

“thanks again, spiderman.” you spoke, leaning into him to place a quick kiss on his mask-covered cheek.

“of-of course. any day, mam,” his voice cracked at your actions, making you laugh as you turned away to walk home.

mark hung in bliss before realizing he was supposed to be at your place, not saving your life in a spidey suit.

you rushed through the door, dropping your bag on the ground and making a beeline to your room. the only place with a window mark could slide through without getting caught.

you swung open your door to reveal a maskless spiderman half way through your bedroom window, eyes wide, body frozen.

you froze in shock, almost surprised that your plan had finally worked. "gotcha," you smiled, leaning against your door frame satisfied.

“uh…” mark scrambled, attempting to put his mask back on as if it would make you forget seeing his face entirely. as he tripped and tumbled around your room, you slowly made you way behind him.

“mark,” you began, attempting to get him to calm down. “baby,” you turned him slowly as he finally got his mask back on. “mark? who’s mark? that your boyfriend or something?” he attempted to deepen his voice to throw you off.

he realized this was unsurprisingly unsuccessful, noticing the smirk that continued to show on your face. “you know him, don’t you, spiderman? he’s the boy who just kicked ass and saved my life less than ten minutes ago.” you said, gently pulling off his mask to reveal your boyfriend’s face.

he stared at you, not knowing how you felt. “look, i can explain this all,” he nervously let out as he looked anywhere but your eyes.

before he could explain, you kissed him softly, wanting to ease his worry and express your gratitude. he saved your life after all, and not just by being spiderman.

“i’m not mad, not at all.” you looked into his eyes, noticing how at ease he seemed to be at the relief of your words.

“i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. i was so scared you wouldn’t want to be with me or be scared of me,” he ranted, trying to make you see his side in case you had lied and were even the littlest bit mad at him. he hated when you were mad at him more than anything.

“why would i not want to be with you? i love you, mark, so much, it’s crazy.” you pulled his face into your hands in disbelief at his words. “and plus, how could i be scared of such a handsome, strong, crime-fighting superhero who so happens to double as my boyfriend. if anything, people should fear me,” you joked, ripping a laugh from his lips.

“how long have you known?” he asked, pulling you closer by your waist. biting your lip, you looked down, trying to hold back your laugh. “remember when you borrowed my notes for class and forgot to give them back?"

you didn’t even have to finish, seeing the realization wash over his face as the words fell from your lips.

“yeah, maybe putting your suit in your backpack wasn’t the best place.” you both laughed at the situation at hand; mark was completely dumbfounded.

“so that’s why you talked such shit about me and bought that stupid shirt!” he continued to put together the pieces, gripping your waist tighter as he laughed at his own stupidity.

"ding, ding, ding!” you replied, pulling away slightly to take in his whole look, still not being used to see him like this up close. “yeah, definitely need to see you in this more often now."

mark flushed, turning into putty in your presence. your eyes traveled all over the intricate details and meshing of the suit. how it hugged his body and made him look completely unreal.

“do a little spin for me, doll.” you teased, wanting to ease up all the pent-up emotions still hanging in the air. mark giggled at your stupid comment but did as you asked nonetheless, turning slowly for you.

turning completely to the back, not a second went by before mark felt a harsh slap on his skin. “fuck baby! what was that for?” he whined, reaching down to rub the irritated spot.

"sorry, i couldn’t help myself when you have an ass like that, mark lee.” you smiled at his pained expression, putting your arms back to lean against your vanity, still ogling at your boyfriend’s physique.

“guess i really do need to wear this more around you.” he placed his hands on either side of you, trapping you beneath him.

“maybe the story time can wait till later.” you breathed before his lips pressed themselves to yours.

“i love you so much, my girl."

“i love you too, spidey boy.”

now you had mark completely to yourself, spiderman and all with no secrets left to hide.

© martiniblues | do not copy or translate my work!

note | more spider!mark WHAT CAN I SAYYY WHAT CAN I SAYYY. he’s literally my fav mark to write ever like pleaseee get him as the korean peter parker asap!!! anyways, hope you loved this and my request box is always open <333

[pprodsuga]

Idk if you take requests but would you consider writing camboy!sunghoon who has a crush on yn

tbh leave a line and i just might answer x

***

Sunghoon’s camera sits on a tripod that overlooks his bed where his body is between your already-spread legs. His mouth licks at your folds at a pace that matches the slow and sensual rhythm of the music he’s chosen. Your hands rake through his hair and he hums in appreciation with his eyes closed, tongue occasionally pushing inside of you in a way that makes your toes curl.

You’re not the first girl he’s invited on a livestream, but you’re the first and only girl he’s brought on more than once.

His primarily female audience takes note of this immediately. After the second time they see your face in his videos, they’re quick to speculate and come up with different theories about who you might be to their favorite creator. But your social media doesn’t give up anything aside from the fact that you both follow each other. There’s no record of you two engaging publicly besides cross-promoting each other’s work on your respective platforms.

You’re sure his die hard fans would kill to be in your spot. It’s evident when you turn your head to see the monitor where comments on Sunghoon’s livestreams are spilling at a rate that makes your head dizzy.

sunghoonscumslut: if i had a man as fine as hoon between my legs and i was as quiet as her, I’d check myself into therapy

cumwithme: why is this the third time she’s been in his livestream?? can we get someone new lol

You feel Sunghoon gently slap your thigh, pulling your attention away from the monitor in favor of focusing on him. His mouth is so warm and wet that you almost feel sorry for all of the fangirls who only dream of being in your position. Truthfully, you aren’t sure why you’re the only person Sunghoon has invited back onto his channel. It’s not like the two of you made an outperforming video. It’s high in numbers but it doesn’t shatter his top video with another creator from a few months ago.

Sunghoon coaxes you through your orgasm and allows your legs to squeeze his head when you reach your peak high. He breathes through his nose as your cum hits his tongue and laps up the juices that spill from the corner of his mouth, relishing in the way your back arches off of his bed. Sunghoon takes a peek at the monitor that shows him what the two of you look like so that he can anticipate what might be a more sensual angle for his audience. But in this moment, your eyes rolled to the back of your head outweighs what his viewers want to see.

“See guys?” Sunghoon says as he addresses the camera, wiping his mouth with the back of his hands. “That’s how you eat pussy.” He looks down at you and smiles when you’ve regained your balance and look up at him as you prop yourself on his elbows.

“I can’t feel my legs.” He laughs before turning back to skim the comments.

“Aw. You wish that was you, huh?”

The heat between your legs pools once again when you realize he’s mocking his audience. You’re sure he’s seen some of the nastier comments because of the strange nature of your face reappearing in his videos.

Sunghoon pulls you by your legs until you’re nearly rocking off the edge of the bed and relishes in the surprised gasp you let out. He’s sliding his warm dick between your folds to prep himself as he stares at the influx of comments, half of which are begging him to put it inside of you, the other half begging for him to take a chance on them.

“I wish you guys could feel how wet she is.” Sunghoon grips himself and smacks his tip against your slit for emphasis. The wet noise picks up on the microphone and you’re quite shocked at how wet you’ve become with little time to recover between your last orgasm until now.

Sunghoon sinks in slowly. It’s like he wants to torture his followers with the way he inches himself in without rushing. He laughs when he watches all of the comments either asking him to start fucking you or to pull out entirely and find somebody new. None of that matters him when he’s got you looking pretty beneath him.

He sets a pace that gradually picks up speed and his audience can tell something’s different about him. Sunghoon’s built a reputation for fucking fast and hard, putting his partners in their place when they move even a hair out of line. He’s rough and demanding, talking down on his scene partner in a way that makes being degraded feel like they’ve reached a point of euphoria where nothing besides him matters.

But he’s taking his sweet time with you, building up a pace until he’s comfortable thrusting in and out of you without shaking the bed like he usually would. It feels different than his first time with you, too. Sunghoon isn’t manhandling you with his fingers gripping deep into your flesh to the point where you’re convinced it would leave marks for days. Instead, he’s holding your hand like he wants you to know here’s right there with you.

Sunghoon moves you position after position until you’ve come around him with your body pinned between his chest and his mattress. He follows soon after he watches the way your face contorts in pleasure, looking down at you like he can’t believe he’s getting to witness your orgasm.

Evidently, Sunghoon’s audience can’t believe he’s looking at you like this either. It’s a change of script. It’s abnormal for Sunghoon to treat his scene partner like a delicacy he wants to savor. They’re used to his unforgiving pace, hips moving so elegantly that his partners babble on and on about how lucky they are to be fucked by him.

Similarly, his comments are flooded with confusion and curiosity when he peppers your entire face with kisses.

They’re used to his brutal nature, finishing on tits or ass until he makes his parter thank him for a job well done before shutting the livestream off. The aftercare—cleaning his scene partner up and checking in with them for mental and physical’s sake—comes after all of the cameras are off to maintain this attitude. This is typically when Sunghoon discards his persona and regains consciousness as the typical Sunghoon away from the life of a camboy.

It’s surprising to his followers when they see him kiss you once your breathing has settled and when his own high has started to wear off. If you’re put off by his uncharacteristic tenderness, you don’t show it.

“So good for me,” he coos when he pushes himself off of you just to look down. Sunghoon looks at you with an expression you can’t read at this moment, but the warm smile he sends you makes your heart flutter.

Likewise, your sudden shyness makes butterflies erupt in his stomach. He wonders if his viewers can see.

***

[hvly]

No, cause let’s talk about the virgins tired of being virgins.

My personal favorite is that Oikawa has never gotten any type of close with a girl because of the sheer amount of bitches he has around him

(Also, I stumbled across your blog and I think I’m in love??? Please say you’re not taken 👏🏼)

ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍ 🗣️ : anon, babe, forgive me for getting to this so astronomically late. BUT now that I'm here, let's talk about it 🤭 Oikawa is a hoe in theory, not practice. And I am more than happy to elaborate.

ᴄᴡ: virginity loss (male), afab reader, light praise. not proofread so be nice.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 1k+

Humor me for a minute. Imagine what it'd be like to take THE Tooru Oikawa’s virginity. To be his first, if you will. He'd try to be really smooth about it. Using his flirtatious nature to cover up the fact that he's inexperienced when it comes to being intimate. And who, honestly, would doubt or question his validity? 

The volleyball player is far from short on potential sexual partners. Throngs of fangirls practically throw themselves at his feet, hoping to land on his radar for just one chance. And like any good idol, he gives his adoring fans what they wish and pray for.

Pandering to his female fans by addressing them as “his girls”, giving hugs instead of handshakes at fan meet-ups, and playful flirty banter to appear more personal and within reach. No one who’s ever interacted with him would get the impression that he’s a “virgin”. 

To say he had you fooled would be quite the understatement. And to say you were pleasantly surprised to be the one to find out would be an even greater one. 

You stare down at where your bodies would soon connect, your hand gently leading his member to align with your entrance. Oikawa's bangs tickled your forehead as he watched, his breaths gradually getting shorter out of what you could only assume was anticipation. “Are you ready?” you ask, looking up at the brunette through your lashes. 

He nods slightly, breathing out an airy ‘yes’. You felt your heart skip in your chest, the way he answered catching you off guard. It felt surreal guiding the reputed womanizer through his first time and seeing him like this. Meek, breathless, desperate. How lucky you were to have this opportunity.

“Okay,” you whisper, taking a deep breath before leading his cock into your welcoming walls, using your legs to gradually pull him in. Oikawa inhales sharply from the new sensation, quietly muttering to himself as he sinks inch by inch into you. 

You lay still when Oikawa bottoms out, allowing him a moment to adjust to each other’s bodies. “How does it feel?” you ask, your hands coming up to cup his face. His cheeks were warm in the palm of your hands, ears hot against the pads of your fingers. He’s breathy when he responds, brown eyes misty as he looks at you. “Good...Really good,” he mutters, his collarbone peaking through with each breath he took. “Can I?” he paused, voice breathy and barely above a whisper, afraid to appear too eager. He looks like he’s close to tears, eyes glassy against his flushed skin. You peered back into those warm eyes, rubbing your thumbs across his cheeks as you nodded.

Oikawa swallows and fixes his hands to your hips. You felt him move backward, his cock dragging against your walls. He starts slowly, his hips rocking in a steady back-and-forth motion. Soft groans and hushed curses sounded from the boy as he relaxed, less rigid and more confident. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, lip caught between your teeth as you let Oikawa use your cunt to find a comfortable pace he could build on. Gradually, his movements quickened. His thrusts became less tentative and more precise, hitting faster and deeper every time his hips connected with yours. You gasped quietly, your eyes snapping open upon Oikawa’s (frankly unexpected) new pace. 

Your breaths start to quicken as pleasure slowly builds in your core. “Yeah, keep going,” you moan. Oikawa huffs out some sort of acknowledgment as he continues to drill into your tight walls. You vocalized your pleasure loudly, praising the brunette for how well he was doing. And in such a short amount of time for someone who claimed they were inexperienced. 

For a moment, you wondered if the pro volleyball player was lying about his virginity. Maybe he was using it as a type of ploy to garner sympathy from his fans.

But the thought went as soon as it came. Your attention was brought back with a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine, your hips bucking in response. You gasped before it was quickly replaced with a loud moan, your hands gripping the pillows behind you. Oikawa groans above you, his fingers digging into the fat of your hip. 

Any timidity that he previously had was now long gone. He thrust into you with a new found confidence. Or maybe it was just pure lust and pleasure that drove him. You went into this fully expecting not to orgasm, but the virgin boy proved not to be underestimated. 

You couldn’t help but rain praises down on the brunette, his performance truly commendable.. ‘Yes ! Just like that’ and ‘You’re doing so good’ falling freely from your lips as the coil in your abdomen steadily wound up. Oikawa threw his head back with a loud moan before looking back at you with hazy chocolate eyes. “Gonna cum…Fuck, I’m cumming,” he manages to choke out, squeezing his eyes shut as he nears his end. You moan in time with his frantic thrusts, yeses ringing throughout the room like a mantra. 

His cock twitched with such intensity you swore you could feel every vein on his cock, even through the latex barrier he wore. You reach climax first, your cunt fluttering around Oikawa. He pumped into your walls once, twice, three times before his hips suddenly stilled. Oikawa gasped loudly, an equally loud and drawn out moan filling in any possible silence within the room. You felt his load steadily fill the condom, the faintest traces of warmth within your walls. Every twitch of his cock added to the feeling of (technical) fullness, and you were almost certain that he’d spill out of it if he kept cumming like this. 

Oikawa collapsed on top of you, his breathing heavy and his heart pounding against your shoulder. You smiled a bit, bringing a hand up to ruffle his hair. He chuckled breathlessly, propping himself up to look at you. 

“So,” he smiled, a smirk tugging on his features, “Did I earn the title of womanizer?” Oikawa’s expression was light and playful, not taking himself too seriously and well aware of his reputation as a “lady-killer”. You giggled, shaking your head lightly.

“Almost. Still gotta teach you a few things before then.”

© 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴𝘰𝘯 2023. 𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺.

[ecoterrorist-katara]

Hey bestie any zutara fic recs. I feel like I’ve read all the classics.

Hello anon! Oh boy have you come to the right place because I have read several million words of these two dorks falling in love and though I plan to read several million more, I am always down to screech about talented fanfic writers!!! Here are most of my faves, some of which you’ve probably read but my enthusiasm simply needs an outlet. No WIPs to minimize heartbreak.

In the spirit of not recommending too many classics, I’m not including anything from the first page of the Katara/Zuko tag on AO3 sorted by kudos, with one exception. Same rule does not apply to FF.net because nobody visits that site anymore, yet we mustn’t forget our roots!!! 

TL;DR of my Zutara Fic Recs: 

Half Asleep for a Miyazaki-esque adventure romance 

Southern Lights for a sweeping epic where A Song of Ice and Fire meets Middlemarch

Refraction for a swoon-worthy post-war political romance ft. Katara learning how to politick in a patriarchal world 

Stormbenders for a fun undercover romance that is a ZK classic for a very good reason 

Another Word for Alchemy and The Slow Path for hilarious yet emotionally compelling adventures with found family themes 

The Undying Fire for world-building, more Gaang shenanigans, and super satisfying slow canon divergence 

Katara Alone for our fave girl’s post-war Bildungsroman/travelogue/heroic tour

Simple Misunderstanding for a hilarious rendition of Ponytail Zuko capturing Katara and trying to not be a creep

Clothe Me in Seasons, Dress Me in Snow for a mostly canon-compliant (so, v angsty) story about the different ways that love can evolve 

And some one-shots and modern AUs I feel like deserve some more love 

Summaries, reviews, and general fangirling under the cut because holy shit this post is long lmao 

Long fics / series: 

Half Asleep, by crushinator | Rating: T | Word Count: 82,335

Summary: Five years after the Hundred-Year War, Fire Lord Zuko is hit with an assassin's dart, and falls into a coma from which he cannot wake. A week passes, and his prognosis is grim. But Katara could swear she hears him in her dreams.

My thoughts: this fic, in many ways, is novel quality. The pacing? Immaculate. The action scenes? Exciting and interesting yet super easy to visualize. The characterization? On point. Katara is peak Miyazaki heroine in this, setting out on a quest to the Spirit World to save her boy (who’s not really her boy) from whichever Eldritch horror has him in its clutches. I love the little glimpses we have of the mutual pining between Katara and Zuko, and there are no words to describe how much I love the resolution of Katara and Aang’s relationship in this story. And oh boy, is the climax of the fic super romantic. This is just a really well written, emotionally compelling, tight fic. Deserves to be a fandom classic. 

Southern Lights, by colourwhirled | Rating: M | Word Count: 769,274

Summary: A world where the Avatar has disappeared from memory. Where Sozin’s Conquest was successful. Where the unsteady order of the empire is threatened as members of the royal family are picked off one by one and lines are slowly drawn in the sand One last chance for peace forces an unlikely alliance between a homesick waterbender, a carefree Air Nomad, a runaway Earth Kingdom heiress, and the fire lord's inscrutable son. Together they must learn to shed old enmities and become the balance they seek to restore to the world.

OR:

The avatar has four heads.

My thoughts: Is it a Bildungsroman? Is it a war story? Is it a politics story? Is it a love story? Is it a friendship story? Is it a story about colonial violence and well-meaning complicity and finding justice in a world where it simply doesn’t seem to exist? Yes to all of the above, because at 700k+ words YOU CAN HAVE IT ALL. You know how Virginia Woolf once said that Middlemarch is one of the few novels written for grownups? Well, Southern Lights feels adult, not because of violence or sex or general grimness (looking at you, HBO), but because it’s fundamentally about having the courage to make choices, live with the consequences, and make more choices, and repeat that over and over again. If Katara is a Miyazaki heroine in Half Asleep, she is full on Daenarys (pre-character assassination) in Southern Lights, a heroine who gets put through her paces yet retains her unwavering resilience to find her place in the world. Katara can be pretty frustrating in this and I know a lot of the commenters on this fic wanted to smack her up the head halfway through, but I support women’s rights and women’s wrongs and her decisions make sense to me even when I also want to smack her for them, and isn’t that a symptom of good writing? I count my lucky stars that I joined the ATLA fandom after this fic is finished (which was only last year!) because I got to binge it in a few days and I have not been the same person since. Deserves classic status. 

Refraction, by caroe3725 | Rating: E | Word Count: 215,249

Summary: Making choices after the war was supposed to be the easy part. Her future decided and neatly packaged based on what everyone else wanted for her, what she should want, too. But Katara’s destiny had a funny way of being exactly what she wanted to run from. (As if anyone needed another Zutara post-finale slow burn after 15 years.)

My thoughts: YES WE DEFINITELY NEEDED ANOTHER POST-WAR ZK SLOWBURN OF SUCH IMMACULATE QUALITY. Both Katara and Zuko’s internal monologues are excellent in this, but I particularly love Zuko’s. The writer is so good at capturing his resolve, his earnestness, and his awkwardness. This is a very restrained fic — no great histrionics — but also incredibly romantic. The first kiss scene made me want to both sigh and screech. I’m also just a huge sucker for “Katara learns politics” which this fic has in spades, with a bonus of very thoughtful gender dynamics. Anyway, if you liked AJ Lenoire’s The Summit or andromeda13’s such selfish prayers, you’d probably like Refraction. Zuko and Katara are very much dumb teens in the beginning portions of this fic, which I personally like because it makes me nostalgic. Oh, and Katara is low key chaotic good in this, which is super in-character and hilarious.

Stormbenders, by Fandomme | Rating: T | Word Count: 171,000+ 

Summary: S3 AU from FBM. Deep in the Fire Nation jungle, the Gaang meets a group of rogue water ninja who send Zuko and Katara on a mission to retrieve Ozai's secret battle plans.

My thoughts: I’m aware that if you asked the average ZK shipper ten years ago what the ship classics are, the answers are probably Stormbenders, His Majesty Prefers Blue, and the Sparrowkeet series. The other classics are good (classics for a reason!), but Stormbenders remains my favourite. It’s funny. It’s exciting. It’s WELL PACED. The ZK relationship grows so organically, which is a huge feat considering this fic was started before we even got The Southern Raiders. The events are a little more adult than the show, but the tone remains very ATLA. There’s a lovely little animatic of the beginning of the scene on YouTube to show you exactly what I mean about the tone and the humour. I am always weak for a well-structured adventure romance, and Stormbenders stands the test of time because it’s just such a well-written fic. 

The Undying Fire, by Boogum | Rating: T | Word Count: 534,665

Summary: "He has the eyes, Princess Ursa." They were half-forgotten words, a whisper of fears never explained. Zuko had dismissed it all as nothing to worry about—until he somehow healed the Avatar. Fire healers weren't meant to exist, except he did. He'd saved the kid's life. Naturally, he wanted answers. Too bad finding them wasn't so simple...

My thoughts: This fic is mostly Gen, and Zutara shows up in the latter half of the series. Despite being a ZK shipper I like plenty of Gen fics too, and The Undying Fire gives me the best of both worlds. I love the world building, the humour, and the slow ramp up of the Gaang friendships. I absolutely love how the canon divergence is so subtle at first and gradually unfurls into something super different, yet retains much of its ATLA charm. Boogum’s written some other bangers too, and I have to give honorable mention to Zuko’s Tiny Dilemma (where a spirit transforms ponytail Zuko into his six-year-old self, and Uncle into a teapot, and somehow it becomes an emotionally compelling 100k word saga) and Following Blue (season 2 canon divergent Bluetara with a bigger focus on romance). 

Katara Alone & associated fics by cablesscutie | Rating: T | Word Count: 86,890

Summary: The war is over, and with it goes the only life she has ever known. In this era of love and peace, the world is becoming new, and Katara is unsure of her place in it. That's okay though. Katara has rebuilt her life from scratch before, and she will do it again.

My thoughts: I love post-war “Katara sets out to find herself and also finds Zuko” fics. Katara Alone is a fabulous coming-of-age story with some good old fashioned letter flirting during Katara’s solo travels. The sequel, Lady of the Tides, has some very thoughtful depictions of Katara’s place within the post-war Fire Nation, and the accompanying story from Zuko’s POV, The Fire Lord at Home, hits all my buttons. Like…Zuko is Fire Lord Good Boy! He passes legislation! There is political optimism! Swoon. 

Another Word for Alchemy, by FanPanda 13 | Rating: T | Word Count: 108,000+ 

Summary: Five years have passed since the Avatar defeated Fire Lord Ozai, and the members of the Gaang have all gone in their own direction. But when Aang invites them all to a Peace Summit at the North Pole and tells them of his new project, for which he will need their support, the group comes together again for adventure, fun and romance. AU. Zutara. COMPLETE.

My thoughts: Now this is a fic that thoroughly crept up on me. The first 3/4 is good old fashioned fluffy, funny, fourth wall-breaking Gaang shenanigans with plenty of Zutara. But the last quarter? Oh boy does it come right at you and slam you in the solar plexus with the platonic love and found family feels and the complexities of those feelings when you’re a teenager. The impact of Aang’s loss of the Air Nomads is treated very thoughtfully here, way more so than in the show. 

The Slow Path, by TazmainianDevil | Rating: T | Word Count: 125,723 

Summary: Eight years after the fall of Ozai, Aang returns to the friends he left behind.

My thoughts: This is actually a Taang story with a great ZK subplot. But what I love about it is that the whole Gaang (including Suki ALWAYS INCLUDING SUKI) is superbly characterized. The ZK banter is top notch. I could actually hear their voices in my head in some of the scenes. Their relationship is playful but has plenty of emotional heft. And the plot is exciting and well-developed. My favourite thing, though, is how the author treats Toph’s POV: it’s very thoughtfully written, with consideration towards how she perceives the world.

Simple Misunderstanding, by ShamelessLiar | Rating: T | Word Count: 80,965 

Summary: Katara was captured by Zuko, but there was a lapse in communication. Takes place after The Fortuneteller. Fierce Katara, honorable Zuko, and meddlesome Iroh. Also, music night

My thoughts: Generally I don’t love fics where Katara gets captured, especially by Zuko (just a personal preference, not here to judge). But! I love this one, because…well, the circumstances of Katara’s capture by Ponytail Zuko are simply hilarious. Katara is suspicious and stubborn; Zuko has a one-track mind and doesn’t understand why Iroh is treating his prisoner so nicely; oh, and Aang gets into an amazing side quest with some spiritual animals. The only thing about this story is that it ends a little abruptly since the author was considering a sequel, but it still reads as a standalone fic. The author also wrote His Majesty Prefers Blue and Call Me Katto, two ZK classics, but Simple Misunderstanding is far and away my favourite work. 

Clothe Me in Seasons, Dress Me in Snow, by sadladybug | Rating: T | Word Count: 62,026

Summary: It is not the memorial she deserves, nor the one she would want. But it can't be helped. He owns no property in the other nations, and he needed to keep her close. Closer than she was in life, anyway. Zuko's reflections on a life lived and a life that could have been.

Review: sadladybug lives up to the username by creating a sadness so contagious that I have yet to recover from it, and I cope by recommending this fic to other Zutara shippers so that more may suffer like I did. (Stop the cycle? No.) Look — I think there’s something extremely beautiful and poetic about a love that changes in nature and form and expression, but not in intensity and devotion, and that’s what this fic is about. Loved it. Never reading it again. 

One shots: 

There’s a category of canon-compliant Zutara one-shots that are all extremely painful, and I cannot get enough of them: in the next life by we-were-angels, taking place right before Katara’s wedding to Aang; water can heal, water can break by crazyache, about why Katara didn’t attend Yakone’s trial. 

To combat the above, here’s a few funny, fluffy ones that make me cackle: i am older now by ama (who wrote the banger that is The Blackfish and the Dragon), an old!ZK fic that I read to counteract the emotional damage inflicted by psychedelic_aya’s we hold our hearts in silence; all good things start with tea by yodalorian, where Zuko’s hapless Disney sidekick-esque advisors try to get him a wife; And Half at One Another’s Throats by songofhopeandhonor (whose account is deleted), about Zuko’s harebrained proposals to Katara; The Dragon of the West’s Guide to Flirting by bluesunflower44, which is exactly what it says on the tin and the awkward disaster you’d expect. Waiting on a Steady Sun, by nire, is a long version of my favourite tropes: fake marriage + idiots to lovers ft. pining for your spouse. 

I generally don’t love modern AUs, but akaiiko’s talk is cheap (and i’ve got expensive taste), where Katara meets Zuko at a frat party, is a whole damn delight; my old aches become new again by jamesstruttingpotter is a wonderfully indulgent modern AU based on Our Beloved Summer. 

And finally, some season 3 character studies: don’t tell me how to feel by paintingcranes, ft Katara at the Western Air Temple being increasingly incensed at both Zuko trying to be helpful and how other people react to his helpfulness; the other side of mercy by crazyache, where Sokka calls Katara “high-strung and crazy” and that really makes Zuko think; The Silent Garden by romilley (whose WIP The Horizon is also fabulous), where Katara and Zuko avoid their feelings through a reluctant-allies-with-benefits arrangement (ft a way of depicting intimacy and sex that makes me think of Normal People); a deep delight of the blood by eruthros, where Zuko asks Katara to practice bloodbending on him out of pragmatism but also a little bit of guilt (it’s unrated, but that “Kink Without Sex” tag is there for a reason). 

Thank you for asking me for my recs, anon, because I needed an outlet to rave about fanfiction and my irl friends have heard enough. Feel free to ask me questions about specific fics that aren’t on this list: I always love talking to people about fic and I’m always looking for new ones to read!

[millidew]

random list of v3 opinions after experiencing all that again:

the death road of despair segment is the pre-trial highlight of ch1. so damn good. just a perfect microcosm of the game and kaede's flaws and conflicts

maki is funnier than i remember. but she’s at her funniest when she hits shuichi with a devastating insult, usually completely unprompted

ouma and maki parallels and foiling forever and ever. they HAAATE each other. but also it’d be cool to see them get along. the whole point is that they don’t see through the other and believe the other’s lies but still

maki saying she’ll work hard to make people trust her and her talent and that she wants to survive with everyone…ough…

ouma is so mad. he wishes that were him. also that moment where everyone ignores him and tries to comfort kaito after gonta's execution. he also wishes that were him but unfortunately he's been an asshole to everyone and no one likes him so

the only way i can enjoy saio/uma is one sided ouma->shuichi where shuichi is just not invested in the cop/robber dynamic ouma wants at all. it’s funnier this way + saimota inspires a visceral upset within him. he NEEDS to fumble both kaede and shuichi.

on that note i’ve been hcing ouma as bisexual for years partially out of spite

kaito’s obnoxious charm can’t be ignored. if you think you’ve successfully done it, it means it’s just entered an asymptomatic form. it'll hit you soon enough

ch2 pre-execution >>> KIRA BUCKLAND THE VOICE ACTRESS THAT YOU ARE. EVERYONE WONDERING IF THEY MADE THE RIGHT CHOICE BY VOTING FOR KIRUMI. KAITO GOING “IDC I WANT TO LIVE, OUR LIVES ARE IMPORTANT TOO!” KIRUMI INSULTING OUMA <3 EVERYONE CHEERING FOR KIRUMI TO RUN!!! TO LIVE!!!!!!!! GAHHHH SO COOL

kaito and himiko just blatantly lying through their teeth during their ftes. the liars who suppress their true problemsssss. also him shouting that he is NOT GIVING HER A PIGGY BACK RIDE!!! EVAR!!!!! is so funny

himiko I LOVE YOUUUUU. i love her getting overly familiar with people post-development and just accidentally completely overstepping boundaries by insulting kiibo and calling maki "maki roll." she's trying so hard you guys

KAITO IS SO FUCKING DRAMATIC. HE SHOULD’VE BEEN THE MALE LEAD IN A HIGH-SCHOOL THEATRE PRODUCTION AND ANNOYED EVERYONE IN THE CREW!!!! STOP BOTHERING MAKI SHE HAS A POWER DRILL

shuichi and maki doing sit ups and the camera slowly panning to show kaito laying there hands behind his head saying his usual bullshit is one of the funniest moments of the game

tenko and himiko agree that shuichi should transition into a woman. this is true.

I don’t accept tenko slander unless it’s specifically about her obsessiveness over himiko in ch1-2 in which case I can’t defend her

if kaito shaved he’d look 13. for this reason he is legally not allowed to do that.

tsumugi and the background of v3 are SO GOOD. ABSOLUTE PEAK. in execution there are lots of weak points but after thh, sdr2, udg, and the anime series, tell me a meta story about consumption, lies, and depression that ends with the cameos from entire main games’ previous casts doesn’t go hard

don’t deny that tsumugi loved her little ocs. do you not enjoy torturing your blorbos, putting them into situations, and giving them nice things just to take those away?? shipping them and dressing them up??? making silly aus (salmon mode, utdp, arguably dr:s)?

i just wish the writers utilized her more bc i love that so much. she should've wanted to get to get more involved with everyone (giddily see her ocs up close). she should've made even more thh/srdr2 references. players assume the writers are making for cheap nostalgia points, and they are, but it's true in-universe too...she should've been so overconfident that she'd get sloppy with the situational irony... tsumugi you little freak ily

she and rantaro were 100% s52's survivors and you can pry this from my cold dead hands. her dr fangirl self can be her pre-game personality

speaking of pre-game personalities, pre-game content is at best boring to me. how they write ouma is my litmus test. if he's not enough of a nuisance, just in a different way, then it's gotta go

maki is down for a training trio polycule, shuichi is in denial about everything and fears becoming an awkward third wheel, and kaito has been trying unsuccessfully to wink-wink nudge-nudge shuichi and maki into “realizing their feelings for each other” for ages

i still think maki should have short hair. initially I thought just shorter pigtails would be ok but I’m now in the firm camp of a pixie cut with one of her scrunchies on her wrist, with her orphanage-age flashback self maintaining the pigtails. she had to cut them off for practicality’s sake but one of her hidden desires is to be able to regrow it one day. another show of her loss of identity and past life, and how every aspect of her is controlled? such a simple desire at first glance but because hair is such a simple show of autonomy…even more tragic… maybe her doomed childhood friend yuri used to do her hair …hrm…

ultimates are public, influential figures. maki’s had to assassinate friends before (rip her yakuza friend that I didn’t know she had up until recently). maki went back to being an assassin in utdp after graduating. the hope’s peak class roster MIGHT just be a hit list

for someone who includes miu in her top 3 I haven’t talked about her at all huh. it’s been maki central up in here

miu is AWFUL but when her jokes hit, they hit good and hard just like she’d want them to. she’s completely insufferable and deserves to hit ouma (also insufferable) with 3000 hammers. kiibo too but he wouldn’t want to

look just because ouma said he was doing everything for a good reason, do NOT forget that at his core he is a little dipshit. he’s a JERK!!!

brief dip into maki time again. one of my favorite aus is that maki’s doomed childhood friend is actually miu. i'll expand on this in another post

once again: drv3 and rgu are shaking hands about exiting the narrative and the follies of playing hero. read my utenanthy!kaemugi post

v3 is FARRRR from a masterpiece, but it's a solid and fitting Ending to the main games, plus it's got an insane cast with infinite dynamics and a premise which i love to bits <33 and it was the game that got me into dr, so it'll always be special in my heart. also kaito momota luminary of the stars debuted in it which gives it 5/5 stars

[jirishnesensei]

Mirio Togata x Reader | Isekai AU [18+]

Warming up to you ch4. Forgiven

⊱ Pairings - mirio 3rd year student x reader

⊱ About - Boku No Hero Academia was your favourite anime. You watched it every week when a new episode came out, but what if you were transported into the world? Having no clue how you got there and you're being accused of being a part of the League Of Villians. Suffice to say, it's not the best way to start the show.

⊱ Warnings/tags - 18+ (eventually), fluff(for the most part), angst, smut, fem reader, romance, pining, SLOW BURN, swearing, friends to lovers, death, jealousy, she falls first he falls harder, mirio is mean (with reason), first everything, sassy mirio, fangirl reader, unrequited love

⊱ status - ongoing

⊱ chapters - 4/x

⊱ word count - 2.7k

"You do understand how difficult that is to believe, right?"

"I know, I know. I wouldn't even believe me but it's the truth! It's a whole fandom like I can tell you every person's name that you bring through that door. Their quirks, their life-" You tried to explain, but the look on Sir Nighteyes face is telling you that if you don't give him something substantial right now you're going to be walking out of that said door. He sighed as he rested on his palm.

"Okay, tell me where the Shie Hassaikai hideout is." You swallow what felt like your heart.

"I-I know it's in a normal looking house that has a huge under ground base, that part I didn't really pay much attention to...but I know what happens when you go-" You stopped mid sentence, realizing that if this conversation goes any further, Sir Nighteye will know that he dies. Luckily for you, he didn't catch onto your unease.

"I don't think you're a part of the League Of Villians," He says, leaning back in his chair. This made your heart leap with relief. "but I don't believe that you can help us with the investigation." Then your heart sunk to your feet. You didn't know why the rejection effected you so much... maybe because you could tell them everything they needed to know once they got there, maybe even because you could save Sir Nighteye and prevent Mirio from ever losing his...losing his... What does he lose again?

"Wait, I remember something!" You stood up from your chair in revelation as a whole new slew of memories suddenly unlocked in your brain, keeping your balance on the table with one hand.

"Drugs! That's what Shie Hassaikai is focusing on right now." you started. Peaking Sir Nighteyes interest. "They're making a drug that destroys your quirk completely! Amajiki Tamaki gets hit by one when he goes out on patrol with Hero Fat Gum and Red riot!"

Sir Nighteye looks at you over his glasses suspicously. "That's a very big accusation to make."

You shook your head at his response. "It's not an accusation. It happens. Luckily the bullet that is used on him is only a proto-type so he only loses his power for a few hours. But that's what they are using Eri for!" You speak with more flare in your tone.

Sir Nighteye pauses for a second, probably concluding something in his head before he stood up from his chair. "They are going on patrol tomorrow. If this happens... then I might consider you an ally in this investigation."

You can't help but smile unaturally wide before the pro hero infront of you. You were very close to nearly jumping right onto the man, but decided against it. "Thank You."

Sir Nighteye then suddenly made a slight disgusted face when he sniffed.

"What is that smell?" His tone becomes pale. Your cheeks instantly burn pink at what he was implying and you started to back away from him with embarrassment.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry! I haven't showered ever since I got here, It's so disgusting of me!" You apologised profusely. You absolutely hate the idea of not showering. You felt just as dirty as you smelt. Sir Nighteye held his nose as he tried to shoo you off.

"You can wear Bubble girls spare clothes. Turn left when you reach the end of the corridor and you'll see a shower room."

"Eh? A shower room? You have a shower in this place!?" You echoed as Sir Nighteye pushed you out of his office and out into the hallway before slamming the door shut in your face.

Rude.

You followed his directions and walked down the corridor then turned left, just like Sir Nighteye instructed and much to your surprise, there really was a shower room there!

You took your time as you showered. Leisurely scrubbing off all the dirt you could possibly scrub with a floral scented soap while the water was stinging hot, releasing vast amounts of steam that was probably condensing on nearby surfaces.

You still couldn't fully grasp what was happening. Was this happening as the anime was playing in your world? Or is this place an entirely different world all together? With how huge the universe is... it could be plausible... but so could the idea of you just dying in your car and your deepest desires came true. Although you were positive that your deepest desire was to be reincarnated as a hippo.

Which puts you back to square one of having absolutley no clue as to how you ended up here.

You suppose so long as they don't dump you on the streets you were okay with whatever happens and with you knowing nearly exactly what happens when they get to the hideout? You could prevent near to no casualties. The idea made you very happy. When Sir Nighteye died, you were horribly sad for the next week. Now actually being given the chance to save him? Even if this was a dream, you'd take it any day over the dull life you had back at home.

You dried yourself off and went to the change rooms. A pair of casual clothes are folded neatly in the chair infront of you with some essentials such as lotion, deodorant etc.

You also took your time with changing and once you were done you left the shower room and walked back to Sir Nighteyes office. Refreshed and clean but before you could knock you heard people talking and could only make out a few words such as 'Quirk destroying' and 'Tamaki'.

You assumed it was Sir Nighteye warning Fat Gum of what you had told him. You were positive it was happening. Which made you even more excited with the idea of helping them with the investigation and you weren't worried about Tamaki since he wins his fight regardless of whether you told them about the drug or not.

You decided to leave Sir Nighteye to speak to Fat Gum and walked around the building instead. It was insanely huge. You had peeked at the elevator and saw the building goes up an entire 25 floors! You stopped at the end of one corridor and nearly squealed when you saw the same Soda machine that Mirio had taken a drink out of when he was waiting for Midoriya to finish his fight with Sir Nighteye. It was the little things that really blew your mind. After admiring the little monument you decided to go back to check if Sir Nighteye was done and luckily he was. You knocked on the door and was given the okay to walk in.

"Hey, I'm done." you cringe at yourself. You don't know why you said that, it was obvious you were done.

"I informed Fat Gum of the incident you claim will happen tomorrow on their patrol. You better hope for your sake that you're right." He warned. You stood firm in your spot and saluted.

"Don't worry, I know my anime."

For the rest of the day Sir Nighteye made you help him with his paperwork, which you thought was his assistants job, but you weren't in the best position to complain. After a while of boring small talk and serious paper cuts, it was nearing 3 in the afternoon.

You heard a knock on the door and Sir Nighteyes clinical 'come in' answers after. You wondered if you'll ever get the priviledge of seeing him differently. Even if it's just a smile. That sounds really nice. The door opens and your heart, without your consent, tightens at the sight of Mirio.

"You called for me Sir?" He asked, glancing your way for just a second before looking back at Sir Nighteye, who was still nose deep in his papers.

"I doubt she is with the league of villains," He explains first and foremost. To which you could visibly see Mirio stiffen towards.

"but I still don't trust her 100% so she will be staying with you till further notice since you are the only one that I trust with the matter." 

"You can count on me Sir!" Mirio voices his diligence to following out whatever order he is given by his mentor. You still remain seated for god knows what reason, perhaps it was how radiant he had looked while answering, until Sir Nighteye glares at you, making you yelp out of your seat.

"There's an envelope there with money in it. Use it wisely." Sir Nighteye instructed. Mirio thanked him and took the envelope on the counter beside the door before leaving with you right behind him.

As soon as you closed the door to Sir Nighteyes office you stood in place, waiting for Mirio to notice, which he does a few steps ahead then he raises a brow at you.

You told yourself you were going to cash in on that hug.

You outstretch your arms with a light smile on your face. Clearly indicating what you were asking for. Mirio's body went rigid for just a second and based off of how he's been acting since you've met him, you honestly expected some wratched pat on the back, but he sighed gently and walked over to you. At this proximity and not being overloaded with pain and confusion, you notice how big he is and for a second you think he might squeeze the life out of you, but instead, he presses his palm against the small of your back and pulls you softly against his chest, cheek resting on his collarbone.

"I'm sorry for misjudging you." He says softly over your hair and you can't control the strands on your arms that rise and your hands that curl into fists on your sides. Once again, you are dumbfounded by how real he felt. Sure, everything looked like an anime, but that didn't matter at all. You could feel his steady heartbeat against your temple and the warmth of his body settling against your own. The fabric against your skin and the random breath of air he would take in.

Your self-control felt dire and non-existent because of it so without thinking you raised yourself onto your tippy-toes and nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, gripping the soft polyester in your hands. He goes rigid and blushes instantly. But you didn't want to let go for the life of you. His back felt so strong underneath your palms and the scent of his freshly washed clothes consumed you, but you knew you had to let go or so help you, you might never get a hug again.

When you do, you look up at him with one of those wide anime grins, "You're forgiven."

Mirio rolled his eyes and you could tell he was trying to act nonchalant about your hug. He made his way to the stairs again. You following right behind with a bit of a skip to your step. Wishing that whatever landed you here, kept you here.

"Sir gave quite a bit of money so we should get your shopping done now." Mirio gestured towards the envelope as you walked to the mall. You were in awe at the sight of it. This was where the entire U.A class came to do their shopping before their camping trip! As eager as you were to dive in, the setting sun just behind the large building makes you look over at Mirio to ask, "Isn't it a bit too late to do shopping right now?"

He raises a questioning eyebrow at you. "You can go without clothes for another day if you'd like."

You shook your head no. Not even realizing that you still didn't have clothes yet. Or anything for that matter.

Once you were inside the busy mall, you did a full 360 in awe. Mirio looked at you like you were someone that had never seen the outside world before, which made a pang of guilt hit him suddenly. Your situation was kind of like Eri-chans. Except you were more understanding of it considering your age. He shook his head, not wanting to dwell on the thought. Sir still didn't trust you 100% so he couldn't let his guard down. Not yet anyways.

You took Mirio's wrist and began to drag him through the mall without his consent, or maybe some of his consent because you doubt you're the one physically dragging him anywhere. You search eagerly for the spot where the entire U.A class stood.

"What are you looking for?" He watches you funnily. You finally stood still, gaping at the large area before you. You turn around to look at him while pointing a finger at the spot that seemed very ordinary to him.

"Oh my god this is where Class 1A stood!! That's so cool!-" you left Mirio's side and sat down on the bench Midoriya and Shigaraki sat down on while swaying like a child in excitement. Mirio walked up to you with a hand on his hip. Definitely judging you from where he stood.

"Are you done now? I still have homework to complete."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Where's your sense of fun? The my hero fandom would be really disappointed in you."

His eye twitched and you're more fascinated by that than what he has to say. "Then it looks like you don't really know me as well as you think you do. My only concern is making sure you don't get into any trouble. Sir put you under my care because he doesn't trust you yet."

"I get that, I do. But you can whip my ass any day, any time and I don't think I'd even see it coming so what are you stressing for? He put you in charge because of that, right?" 

He's silent for a moment. You watch his chest rise and fall as he takes a breath and for a moment you expect him to apologize and break out in a wide grin, but once again you're thwarted by the way Mirio acts.

"He also put me in charge because he knows I won't get manipulated by your plans or false pretence." 

You blink in disbelief. "False prete-? And what plans! I can't even plan what to eat for dinner. I'm just a crazy fan that's somehow in their favourite anime."

Mirio stares at you blankly. Unphased and unbothered. "You've got the crazy part right." Your jaw drops. "And you haven't been right about anything so far. Now you're either lying or you've gotta be the worst best fan I've ever seen." 

You jutted your chin out and crossed your arms stubbornly. "I beg to differ. Put me infront of every Class 1A student and I can tell you something about them that I shouldn't even know." You dared and Mirio could tell you were being serious, sighing while pinching the bridge of his nose to probably gain some semblance of control. Honestly you weren't sure whether to be proud or offended that you could piss someone like Mirio off.

"That reminds me, Aizawa-sensei wants you to come to U.A tomorrow." he says after a bit.

You gasp, raising to your feet. "Really!?" Were you actually going to be given the chance to meet Class 1A!?

"Really. Now let's get going, it's gonna get dark soon." Mirio doesn't let you answer before he starts to walk away and you can't help the frown that forms on your lips. He still seemed pretty skeptic of you. You wonder if that will ever change. You suppose until then you're just gonna have to show him that you're not threat. 

"Mirio!" You catch up to him, gleaming again as you look around. "You need to point me to the nearest Keychain store. I'm buying me a souvenir!"

⊱ Next chapter coming soon!

⊱ I want to see prev chap!

Taglist - @the-faceless-bride @distinguishedoafbiscuitopera @lostsomewhereinthegarden @baileebrown

Dividers by - enchanthings-a and cafekitsune

[ierr]

╭﹐❣︎﹕ Calling Them Pretty﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖨𝖲𝖠𝖦𝖨 𝖸. 𝖱𝖨𝖭 𝖨. 𝖲𝖠𝖤 𝖨. 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖣𝖮𝖴 𝖱. 𝖠𝖨𝖪𝖴 𝖮.

cw/tw. luff, light sexual themes

an. yoooo 🪿 haven’t wrote head cannons in awhile, especially for my boys 💆🏽‍♀️ so as a make up post i wrote these small cute head cannons of the blue lock boys. But anywhooo enjoy!.

summary. - you call them pretty

𝖨𝖲𝖠𝖦𝖨 𝖸𝖮𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖨

Poor guy, didn’t even know how to react to the compliment.

Being Japans #1 striker always came with a lot. A lot of money, a lot of paparazzi, a lot of haters and a lot of fan girls. THIRSTY fan girls at that, everywhere he went there were fangirls, giving him gifts, giving him compliments, such as calling him hot, sexy, cute etc etc. He was used to it all learning how to grow from it, taking the compliments and moving on with his day..but.

When it came to you calling him such names? His whole face was red as a tomato!

You were sitting up against the headboard of your guys' shared bed you watching your tv series and Isagi laying on your stomach on his phone scrolling through whatever as your hands were in his locks messaging his scalp. When your tv show switched to an commercial you averted your gaze to your boyfriend just looking at him, he had just came in 10 minutes ago after training with his team all pooped out with fluffed out hair and a lazy gaze as he just laid down with you cuddling close to you laying his head down at his favorite spot.

You smiled softly to yourself as you looked at him. He was just..so..fucking pretty?! His soft skin tone shining off the sunlight that peaked through the curtain, his soft fluffy hair scattered on his forehead and in between your fingers and those pretty blue eyes..you really hit the jackpot with this one. You hummed ruffling your hand through his hair, “You’re so pretty Yoi.” You murmured, Isagi froze mid way swiping as he heard the compliment feeling his face go red, he let his phone slip from his hand moving his head towards your face seeing a smile watching his reaction, “H-Huh?” You giggled lightly rolling your eyes, “I said you’re pretty Yoichi.” Isagi began feeling his heart start to flutter. You said he was pretty..He started to feel all mushy inside just hearing that from you. I mean yeah he gets all sorts of compliments from girls and even guys but when it comes to you? He was a locksick lover boy for your compliments, sometimes you wonder how you can make someone who literally threatens people on the field fold like this. It was like a secret super power only you and Isagi knew about, “Oh..thank you.” Is all he said still feeling flustered from the comment, you only shook your head in response grabbing both his cheeks leaning down to peck his lips which he gladly accepted softly sighing.

“You’re welcome, you dork.”

𝖱𝖨𝖭 𝖨𝖳𝖮𝖲𝖧𝖨

Just like Isagi, he didn’t know how to react.

Rin got all types of compliments from fan girls and guys. It was nothing new to him in honesty, he would either simply nod his head or just ignore them moving on with his day. He was getting sick of it day by day but kept his composure just letting it run by not wanting to cause a big deal out of it…but.

When it came to you..? He was like a 13 year old middle schooler!

He should’ve expected it but since you rarely compliment him worried you’ll annoy him in some way it never fails to catch him off guard. It all happened when he came home after training with the others spotting you in the kitchen making dinner for the both of you, he did his usual routine whenever he came home seeing you in sight. Take off his shoes, places his keys in the key bowl, places his training bag by the door, walking over to where you were and kiss you on the top of your head, smiling to yourself feeling his warm hands be placed on your hips as he passes by you. “How did training go?” You questioned placing the meat in the oven hearing him hum, “Good i guess, we didn’t do much.” He mumbled, humming to yourself you walked towards him wrapping your arms around his neck as you tilted your head to the side looking up at him as he stared at you with those gorgeous teal eyes.

Sometimes you forget how fucking pretty he is. Those teal eyes and long eyelashes? Phew no wonder girls and guys are always screaming for him, “Have i ever told how pretty you are?” Rin tensed up in your arms hearing the comment having a small blush for feeling his heart flutter. He didn’t know how to react he didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t mad at it no more like..wanting to hear that more from you type feeling. He didn’t know if he should say thank you, brush it off or something! So instead he scoffed looking away, “Shut up.” He mumbled you only rolled your eyes at the flustered man leaning up to peck his check, “Whatever you say you big baby.” You chuckled but soon yelped feeling him pinch your hip in return with a small grin on his face,

“Ow you ass!”

𝖲𝖠𝖤 𝖨𝖳𝖮𝖲𝖧𝖨

Sae didn’t know how to take compliments so bro kinda had an error.

The older Itoshi brother with the same teal eyes had the same long eyelashes but a different personality, far from his little brother. Sae didn’t really care nor paid attention to the comments girls and guys said to him, they call him cute and hot? Okay cool and moves on with his day. But in reality he didn’t know how to take compliments so it’s sorta awkward for him when does receive them which is why you barely compliment him, his little secret is he likes it when you compliment him but he just doesn’t know how to take it!.

You and Sae were both laid on bed as it’s his day off finally from training with the team, you were surprised he decided to use it to lay in bed with you all day..not really all day but you get it. You were laid up against him hearing his soft heart beat and small breaths as he’s still asleep, he held you close against him, his arms were wrapped around your waist and his hand twitching every now and then, you were wide awake taking in the soft comfort as your hands played with his red locks combing your hand through them watching it go straight through as you soon sighed pulling back enough to see his face in view. Even when he’s asleep he looks so pretty, you moved your hand from his shoulder to his cheek, softly rubbing it against his cheek, secretly he was awake but kept his eyes close wanting to enjoy this moment with you.

You hummed, “You look so pretty even when you’re sleeping.” Sae had almost snapped his eyes open but kept them close hoping you didn’t see his eyelids flutter, for some reason he felt his body start to warm up and heart flipping. He wanted to open his eyes and give you a small rare smile in return and hug you but again he didn’t know how to handle it, so instead he stayed sleep hoping you would go back to bed but- “Did your eyelids just flutter? ARE YOU AWAKE?!” Shit. Not saying anything he turned the other way from you facing the closet as you sat up with an offensive face.

“Sae!”

𝖱𝖸𝖴𝖲𝖤𝖨 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖣𝖮𝖴

Motherfucker was cocky.

Shidou was a sucker for compliments because he knows it’s true. Fan girls or guys would literally come up to him saying how hot and fine he is, and you wanna know what his response would be? It wouldn’t be “Thank you” No it would be, “I know.” And would keep walking! Cocky ole bastard. You swear how did you manage to date such a guy? But we’re you really complaining about it…? No in all honesty you hit the fucking jack pot!

When it came to your compliments he made sure to be extra cocky with you since you’re his girlfriend.

You were laying in your shared bed as you were scrolling on instagram as you waited for Shidou to come out of the shower. It’s been a good awhile now since he got in after you yelled at him to get his ass in the shower after he tried to kiss you smelling like a literal gym. You knew he took long showers but now you’re wondering what he was doing now, right as you were about to call for him he walked out the bathroom as your eyes instantly started to check him out. His hair was down and wet, his tone abs were on display with water trickling down his chest towards his abs and his v-line showing, damn. He smirked seeing your eyes trail him, “You like what you see sweetheart?” Hell yeah you did, you nodded your head with no shame as you climbed off the bed walking towards his taller figure. “Indeed i do,” You giggled playfully trailing your fingertips across his abs, maintaining eye contact with a raised brow, even though he looked like a 5 course meal right now he also looked so pretty..his long blonde eyelashes those gorgeous pink eyes and his mixed hair slicked back with a few strands sticking to his forehead.

You tilted your head to the side, “You look so pretty with your hair down,” You murmured seeing him smirk, “Yeah? Am I not pretty when my hair is up?” He questioned with a raised brow, you rolled your eyes, “i never said that you cocky bastard.” Shidou chuckled deeply, pulling you closer to his wet frame, leaning his face close to yours, “Don’t be like that doll, you know i’m right.” You scoffed, “Do I though?” He clicked his tongue with that same grin on his face,  “You sassy little devil.” He sighed in defeat hovering his lips over yours , smiling at the victory,

“You cocky demon boy.”

𝖠𝖨𝖪𝖴 𝖮𝖫𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖱

Cocky about it and liked to tease you.

Oliver knew how hot he was i mean- cmon it’s literally Aiku Oliver. All types of fans would fawn over him anytime they see him out in public, it’s not that hard to spot him honestly. Just look out for a 6’2, black haired, purple and green eyed, bearded giant man and boom he’ll literally be there, when it came to all the comments about him he would smile in response nodding his head then moving on with his day but when it came to your comments?

He made sure to add extra spice to the flame.

It was 10 pm at night and you were enjoying your evening in the bathtub with perfectly warm water and bubbles floating on the surface covering your chest as you leaned back relaxing, you breathed out heavily with your eyes closed feeling the warmth hit your body relaxing your tensed muscles. Soon enough your ears perked up to the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing as well as water being moved around, sighing to yourself you opened your eyes to come in contact with purple and green ones staring right back at you, “You’re interrupting my peace, Oliver.” You sassed hearing a deep chuckled, easing his hands in the air, “Oh am i now? So sorry your majesty i didn’t know the bath was being occupied right now.” You scoffed splashing some of the water at him as he laughed in response, leaning up from the tub to lean over dragging his hands through the water towards your hips bringing you closer to him, which you gladly aloud wrapping your hands around his neck staring into his hands as he stared into yours.

His eyes were so pretty..the green and purple really matched him so well. Aiku raised a brow watching as you stared at him, “There something on my face?.” He questioned and you shook your head, “No..you’re just really pretty.” You mumbled, Aiku grinned hearing your soft voice comment him feeling his heart flutter as he leaned forward hovering his lips over yours, “Yeah?” He whispered, you nodded your head, “Yeah..” You whispered back knowing exactly how this is gonna end, with no hesitation he closed the gap between the both of you gripping his hand against your waist hearing a soft moan leave past your lips. You tilted your head to the head deepening the kiss as your mouths moved in sync with each other, he smiled in between the kiss groaning softly as you shifted on top of him,

You pulled away from lack of air going towards his neck leaving small love bites and hickeys around, he let out a breathless chuckle feeling you bite in his skin, “Aren’t you a desperate little thing hm?” He teased, and you were. He knew exactly what he was doing when he got his ass in the bathtub knowing full and well you were in here, you pulled away from his neck staring down at the marks you left him with a satisfied grin.

“Not desperate, just marking what’s mine, pretty boy.”

[assiraphales]

HELLO HI let me start this off by saying i love your posts so so much they are so silly

Anyways since opla season 2 has been confirmed, what are some things you REALLY want to see? Im genuinely curious

so i'm assuming they will start off with loguetown and end with alabasta. i'm hoping that since the first season was so successful netflix will order a FEW more episodes (ideally ten or more) but I have to stay realistic so I know every detail won't translate to screen

a lot of the anime loguetown arc was filler (zoro mopping the marine's floors, luffy running around lost and drinking milk at a bar, sanji entering a random cooking competition) and I know there's a few things they're unlikely to skip (zoro aquiring kitetsu & hopefully throwing the sword in the air to see if it'll chop his arm off, luffy on the executioner's platform, smoker) but i really they have time for

-nami n usopp bonding. especially the moment where usopp faced off against daddy the parent bc not only was nami there supporting him/willing to fight for him, but it also was a glimpse into his complicated relationship with his father. daddy the parent quit his job so he could spend more time with his daughter, while yasopp completely abandoned usopp. it was also so cute when they were fangirling over sanji together -i'm so excited to see inaki laughing with his head in the stocks seconds away from death I just know he's going to devour that scene -there probably won't be time but it would be funny if we see luffy n zoro on their lunch date with a combined zero dollars in their pocket and buggy ends up covering their bill without knowing who they were -i'm can't wait to see who they cast as smoker!!!! their casting has been honestly great so far so i'm looking forward to the reveal

laboon the giant whale. LABOON THE GIANT WHALE !!! I know in the grand scheme (at least from a standalone season perspective) he's not that important to the plot. but by god !!!! give us the depressed whale that luffy gives the will to live back to!!!! practical effects are very important to the one piece team I think they can figure it out

whiskey peak is going to be controversial but I hope luffy n zoro's fight goes EXACTLY like it does in the anime & manga (aka they're so in sync that they're punches are meeting in the middle and they're yelling in unison & five minutes later they're laughing about the prospect of meeting a warlord). this arc also requires the writers to let zoro have his funny guy routine because him hecking the agents is so good

while I don't know if we'll see zoro fighting a triceratops and saying "oh so u do three sword style too" we NEED to see him do his stupid pose in the wax. season ruined if not. (jk but its very high on my list)

chopper my wittle cutie. I know we'll see him no matter what but I'm banking on a puppet. i'm pretty sure its already confirmed that they're using practical effects for him, but I heard maybe prosthetics which could be a hit or a miss

nami and vivi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! karu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm truly on the edge of my seat to see how they'll handle zoro n sanji's rivalry considering they've made the decision to base it around their relationship with luffy. the girls WILL be fighting

similarly excited to see live action sanji fawning over not only nami but also his little meow meow luffy (fantastic change from the anime imo)

crocodile better be the greasiest motherfucker I hope he's absolutely vile. i can't wait to see him wearing a FUR lined coat in a desert

I also know they're going to go off with pell's character design

ACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[fcbayern]

My co-worker told me about Twin Peaks. I finally decided to subscribe to Paramount+ to watch it and now I‘m done after two days…

I feel so sad for having missed out on this amazing show for so long, but I‘m so glad I finally watched it. What a lovely, lovely bit of media. So beautifully whimsical, just how I love it.

I know I‘m about 34 years late, but if anyone wants to fangirl over Dale Cooper 24/7 hit me up!

[fangirls-fanfiction]

Chapter Eighteen :]

Story below undercut:

Another boring meeting went by, the Devil less than thrilled to be there. Of course, she was well aware that she'd wormed her way out of far too many of them, and it was starting to get on Stickler's nerves.

At least... She thought it was. Stickler didn't exactly have a wide range of emotions, she was very deadpan and monotonous.

Either way, the Queen of Hell hated these meetings more than the demon that ran them. Leaning her head on her hand, she started to fall asleep, beginning to snore as her eyes closed. Suddenly being grabbed by her shoulder, she was shaken awake by her loyal companion next to her.

The Devil glared at Henchwoman for waking her up and placed her head back on her hand, huffing loudly. She yawned, baring her white fangs and teeth, her eyes slowly blinking back open when finished.

Other imps around the meeting table felt the same about this. Many were bored out of their minds, actually eager to get back to work after this week's meeting.

"Why must we have this meeting again, Henchwoman?" The Devil snarled to the imp.

"Stickler says it's important."

"Important my ass, and just wants to torture us, and y'know what, it's working."

"I have an idea," Henchwoman leaned toward her, whispering. "There's a new club that opened recently. Apparently it's a pretty popular spot for the locals."

Glancing back at Stickler, Lucifer sat up, looking back at Henchwoman.

"You wanna ditch this meeting?"

Nodding quickly, the Queen of Hell stood from her seat, the two of them quietly slipping out of the room while snickering. Opening the Hellevator door, Henchwoman pulled the lever, the two of them disappearing to the surface world.

♠️ ♠️ ♠️

As the Hellevator arrived in the surface world, the Devil's smile vanished as she stared at the building they'd arrived at. This was certainly not what she was expecting. When Henchwoman said 'club', she expected this fancy place worthy of her presence. This however—

"It's a barn."

"I... I was told it was a unique place with a talented singer..."

"It's unique alright." The Devil rolled her eyes, her ear twitching at a distinct sound. A distinctly familiar sound. "That voice... It sounds... Familiar."

She creaked the door open ajar, her jaw nearly hitting the floor at the sight. Inside on the hastily-made stage was Queen Dice.

Blinking, she turned back around, pinning herself to the door. Henchwoman took a peak as well, a smile appearing on her face.

"Hey, it's Miss Dice!"

"That good for nothing..." The Devil growled, whipping around as she walked off.

"Where are ya goin?"

"To take care of some unfinished business. Don't follow me."

Stomping out back, she slammed the back door open, recognizing the space as Dice's purely from the paintings of herself leaning against the wall and the stench of her lavender perfume.

How could she just go missing for all these months just doing this? Of course she found a loophole in the contract; she wasn't allowed to work for anyone else other than the Devil under the contract but she could have her own gig and sing for others under her own terms.

Leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, the Devil growled, still listening to Dice's singing. It was so hard to stay angry at her when she had a voice like that, but she couldn't let her think that any of this was ok. She couldn't just run away, find a loophole in her contract and get out scot-free.

Her ear twitching at the sound of footsteps, she stayed put, watching Dice enter the room and head straight to the make-shift vanity, starting to undo her hair to brush it out.

"Hello, Dice."

Queen Dice jumped and whipped around, those green eyes widening.

"Boss?" She blinked.

"I told you that the next time I saw you and you were empty handed; I would destroy you." The Devil pointed her trident towards the woman, the ends bursting into flames. She never intended to burn Dice to a crisp, this was all for show to make sure Dice still knew her place.

"It's..." Queen Dice took a cautious step back, surprisingly keeping her cool. "It's funny you should mention that, cuz I actually have something for you."

The fire from her trident burning out, the Devil blinked; that surely wasn't the reaction she was expecting.

"What?"

"Come here," Dice walked back over to the curtain to the stage, taking the demon by her arm as she moved the curtain. "Look who's here."

The Devil's gold eyes widened.

"That little beat is here?"

"Yep, and she thinks she's my manager," Queen Dice chuckled. "All I gotta do is have her sign this 'business contract' which will transfer her soul directly to you." She took a roll of paper out of her jacket, shoeing off the contract.

"Wait... Wait... You've been planning this the whole time?" The Devil furrowed her eyebrows.

"Of course, what else would you expect from your Number One?"

"I guess I just thought..."

The Devil's gaze fell to the ground, she twitched when she felt Dice take her hand in her own.

"Boss, I told you, I will always be loyal to you. I'd never try to overthrow you or abandon you."

Fighting her smile, the demon tugged her arm back, standing up straight.

"Fine, I'll give you one last chance. But you had better not fail me this time."

"Of course, Boss." Queen Dice chuckled, looking back at her as she opened the curtain.

"I mean it, Dice."

Smirking as she left backstage, Queen Dice headed off to make her deal with Cuphead, leaving the Devil rather bitter. How dare Dice not take her seriously?! How dare she act this nonchalant around her? This was the Devil she was talking to!

Did she think that she could just get away acting like this after being gone for so long? Her and her stupid smile... And her eyes... And her voice...

She was damn lucky that she was pretty.

Striking her trident to the ground, the Devil teleported to the front door with Henchwoman again.

"Sooo... How'd it go?"

"We'll know momentarily."

The only thing she was looking forward to in this moment is finally getting her hands on that rotten girl's soul. Thanks to Dice, this was the closest she's gotten since the sweater incident. A sneering smile snuck on her face as she watched the girl take the contract from Dice— Though a moment later she ripped up the contract, running off. Leaving Dice alone at the scene, she only stood there frozen.

Growling, the Devil scoffed, having enough of this pointless interaction. Marching off toward the Hellevator, she sighed;

"Well that was a total waste of time." The Devil shook her head on their way back to the Hellevator.

"Well we uhm... We still got the ledger review to get back to." Henchwoman offered as she held the door open for the Devil, starting to close it.

Stopping the door from closing, Lucifer took a step out of it.

"Boss?"

"Shh." She shushed her companion, watching Dice walk away. She looked utterly defeated, her pride being ripped from her once again, sulking back to who knows where.

"I'll be right back." She told Henchwoman, handing her her trident.

She hurried to catch up with Dice, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Wait."

Queen Dice turned around, blinking.

"Look..." She started. "You... You failed me."

Dice's gaze fell sadly.

"But..."

She looked back up, her eyelashes fluttering.

"You have something that's been souly lacking from the organization for far too long." She grabbed Dice by the lapels of her jacket, shaking her a bit until their noses were nearly touching. "I... I need... We need your glitz, your pizzazz— Your razzle-dazzle!"

"My what?"

"We... I need you."

Queen Dice blinked, slowly raising her hands to touch the Devil's.

"Oh— Oh... Well... Uhm..."

The Devil pulled her arms back, holding them to her chest.

"It seems that you've come to the right place~"

"Wonderful!" Old Scratch took Dice by her hand, leading her to the Hellevator.

"Let's get back to Hell and finally put an end to that blasted ledger review and replace it with a glorious..." She hadn't exactly thought out the details. "Some kind of show. We'll figure it out. But it's going to be wonderful, I already have the costumes picked out."

As she went on, she happened to glance at Dice, the woman staring at her.

"What?"

"You're so pretty when you talk about your interests." Queen Dice commented.

Looking down to their hands, still holding Dice's in her own, she pulled away. Though it didn't seem to diminish Dice's smile even slightly if at all.

The demon stared at the other, a smile slowly forming on her own lips. Dice was finally back; back as her best employee. Back as her best friend. And though those funny feelings returned with her, she didn't care. All she could do was just stare at Dice.

With a loud clank, the Hellevator arrived in the Underworld, Henchwoman opening the door for her Boss and Queen Dice. Gesturing her to go on ahead of her, Dice winked at the demon as she exited the Hellevator. Avoiding eye contact, the Devil held her hands to her chest, going straight to her throne.

She just had to keep her cool, just until Dice was gone.

Oh, but she'd been missing for so long, Lucifer wanted to do nothing more than to hug her and hold her close and never let go. Tell her how much she loved her and how much she meant to her—

"Hey, Boss?"

Turning toward Dice, she cleared her throat.

"Yea?"

"If... If it's not to forward... When were you planning on having dinner?" Dice folded her hands behind her back.

"I... Wasn't? I don't exactly need to eat... I only have banquets on special occasions." The Devil furrowed her eyebrows.

"Oh... That's uhm... I... Nevermind..."

"Are you hungry, Dice?"

Queen Dice glanced at her, her eyes immediately averting.

"Answer the question, Dice."

"I... I mean I haven't ate hardly anything in... In about a week... What do you think?"

"A— A week?!" The Devil annoyance turned to concern almost immediately. "Where have you been all this time?!"

"You do not wanna know."

"So, you've... Wait, why am I talking about this— Henchwoman! Get Dice a meal right now!"

"Right away, Boss!" The purple imp leaned the trident against the throne, walking off down the corridor.

"What is wrong with you, Dice?! Why would you starve yourself?!"

"You act like I wanted to starve myself." Queen Dice chuckled.

"Dice. Stop joking. For once." The Devil approached her, grabbing her by the lapels of her jacket. "If you were so miserable then... Then..."

She paused, loosening her grip on the woman's jacket, placing her hands on her shoulders.

"Wh... Why did you run away...?" She slowly moved her hands to cup either side of Dice's face. "Why didn't you come back...?"

Queen Dice only stared, not saying a word as the Devil struggled to keep her tears at bay. Wrapping her arms around Dice, she couldn't contain them anymore. Crying over her shoulder, the Queen of Hell didn't even worry about how ridiculous she looked.

"If you ever... Ever... Scare me like that again... I'll kill you..."

"I missed you too, Boss." Queen Dice returned the embrace. "And I'm sorry... I guess I didn't think that you wanted me to come back."

"What?" The demon backed up from the hug. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that... You told me that if I failed you... You'd... You'd destroy me..." Dice said. "But... Now that I know that you didn't mean it..."

"What?"

"That you didn't mean it. That it was kinda... An empty threat."

"Excuse me?"

"Did you really mean it?" Queen Dice asked, getting impatient.

Frowning, the Devil whipped around, facing her back to Dice.

"Boss." Queen Dice said behind her, getting annoyed.

"We're done talking about this, Dice."

"Oh, look who's embarrassed that I saw through her empty threats."

"Dice."

"I don't get you, Boss. You act like you care; then you don't— What am I doing wrong?"

"Enough, Dice."

"What is your problem? Why do you flip out over... Literally the drop of a hat?! What are you so afraid of?!"

"I am not afraid of anything!" The Devil whipped around to face her. "You assume that I care about you? You just... You just assume that I want anything to do with you?!" She approached her again, looming over her. "You're nothing but just another idiot that made a deal with me. You mean nothing else to me than just another contract. If that contract didn't bind you to me, I wouldn't even have you around."

Lucifer stopped, realizing how far she'd gone when she saw the tears welling up in Dice's eyes, a single one managing to slip away. Her expression softened when she realized just how far she'd gone this time. She truly didn't mean all for that to come out like that. She really didn't mean any of that...

"Wait... Dice... Let me explain— "

"I think you've said enough." Queen Dice started toward the Hellevator.

Scrambling to follow her, the demon took her by her wrist.

"Dice, please, let me explain."

"Explain what? That I'm just another pawn to you? That I'm just some soul that you own?" The woman paused long enough to wipe her tears away, tugging her wrist away from the demon. "You should've just let me die in that alley. At least if I were dead, I wouldn't have to know how little I mattered to you."

"Dice— " Old Scratch went to take her hand again, the woman smacking it away.

“Do you know how much you got my hopes up when you said that you needed me?” Dice snapped.

“I… I… Uhm… Dice, I— “

"Do me a favor, Boss?"

"Yes? O... Ok...?"

"If I run away again, don't go lookin for me. Because I never want to see you again."

[tinypandacakes]

PANDAAAA you have me on the edge of my seat with whats to come for the next chapters!!! I always go into your new chapters focusing on every single little detail because everything you write has so much meaning. i havent fangirled about a fic like this in a hot hottt minute you are truly feeding us and i ofc already left my thoughts and theories in the comments, there was so much to say and take in! i hope your surgery goes smoothly and you have a speedy recovery!<333

hiiii :) thank you so much for saying so!!! I'm so flattered T.T I'm having so much fun writing this story and just being super self-indulgent with it, and I'm so glad you're enjoying it too! and yessss, i hope the build up is all worth it as stuff is revealed!

i know it's been a bit of a slow/scenic route to get here, but we're at like, peak 1 of the roller coaster with a small/medium drop, and a little later we'll hit peak 2 with the big, big drop after >:)

[mysticarts]

I saw another art of thunderingnight and I once again giggling and kicking ny feet, fangirling rn-

Yuhe's honest reaction to it: *Blushing so hard and is overthinking overload, she realized she made Hui Ying uncomfortable by getting too close to observe her and suddenly gets a kiss out of it. She likes it and she is shocked and have a lesbian crisis about it.*

Yuhe turning her back away, mumbling, covering her mouth embarrassed.: I should apologize to her- Perhaps I gotten too close that I forgot to give her space- I-

Anyways I may or not have done a oneshot mental scenario about this so enjoy!:

Meanwhile Mei and Redson at the corner of the libary, nearby the bookshelves, Mei is putting down the binoculars she stolen and is pumping her fist in victory. A quiet irritated groan can be heard behind her.

The two have planned a bet on which the two will make a move first.

"Yes! I won at first round!" She whispers loudly, as she turns to Redson cracking a smug look on her face. Since Hui Ying made the first move, Mei gets to have 10 points for the first round.

"That'll be 10 yuan, (Idk about chinses currency pls don't you come after my sleep) Redboy." She said proudly, her hand raising as if she's waiting for her reward, she saw him twitched his hands and roughly threw the money to her hand.

Mei chuckles and puts it straight to her pocket. She then looks up to him still having that stupid-grin on her face that Redson wished to wipe it off.

"You may have won at the first stage dragon girl.." He glared at her ferociously where this is becoming a bit dramatic for the room.

Mei being unfazed by this, however she humors him by tilting her head like a owl, listening to whatever the fire prince is going to tell her.

"But I will not let this slide- Mark my words for this." His annoyed face turn into a smug as he crossed his hands, closing his eyes in satisfactory.

Mei just rolls her eyes, one of her hands planting to her hips. "Pfft! Sure you wish!-"

"Hey guys! Whatcha two doing???" A voice came out of blue freezing Mei and Redson from their banter.

All the sudden Mk just appears out of nowhere. He peaked out of the chair smiling confused, the two yelped and Mei almost hitted her best friend with a magazine.

Redson shushes him, placing his hands to his mouth as the prince glares at him for his stupidity at randomly appearing, out of the libary out of all places.

"Be quiet Noodleboy! Don't you see where in the middle of a important discussion!??" Redson whisper-yelled at him, his hair brighten red and orange feeling very very agitated.

Mk slouched because Redson was cowering him with his tall posture, immediately the boy gingerly removes the prince hands from his mouth and pouted at him.

"Alright geez.. Okay I get it, just overheard you two doing a bet on those two." He scoffed, however he clamnly raised his hands surrendering at the two prescene.

Mk wanted to leave but Mei prevented him, grabbing the back of his collar and raising him up like a cat, he yelped "Hey! I won't tell anyone I swear!" He panicked.

She glares at him "You better not tell anyone about this Mk!" Redson rolled his eyes next to her and said "Of course he won't tell! What do you expect form a noodlebrain friend of yours?"

"Hey! He may be a idiot but he doesn't have a noodle brain." She rebutted back at the demon prince, but he wasn't affected by it.

I love this.

I love this so much. Like I want this in a book for me to read. I may write Hui ying's perspective. Nevermind, I NEED TO. Just wait until I get my motivation back yall

[hostilemuppet]

aww i like all these cute brucandy headcanons we're sharing. here's one: bruce's "heartthrob" charm didn't work on brandy much at first (she wasn't fangirling over him) but bruce was so absolutely taken by her that he made a fool of himself trying to impress her. she made a sly comment to ease the tension and they've been on positive terms ever since

aww thats cute... i think bruce wasnt in a good place when he first met brandy, i think ever since he left the band he sort of took advantage of doing what he wasnt allowed to do during brozone; he was binge eating, and drinking, and sleeping around (on his own terms! these women dont only like him bc they won a contest! he is capable of genuine emotional connections, jd! they just only tend to last a couple days), and he probably also got into drugs but it wasnt, like, his whole thing. he was NOT at his peak, and when he somehow ended up on vacay island, he saw this giant bombshell selling fish and chips out of a popup stand. and she called him cute, and no one had called him cute since he got his abs! so he kept coming, even though he didnt like fish that much, and soon he became her favourite customer, and soon he didnt need to rely on cheap dopamine hits anymore

[cromulentbookreview]

Fun with Fungi!

Huh, what's this? *cleans away dust* oh, yeah, this blog is still a thing. I probably should've written more reviews, but...

I mean, I could come up with an excuse, but I'm too lazy. Just as I am too lazy to continually update this book review blog that nobody reads. I mean, I just wrote a review *consults calendar* uh. In 2022. Dang, I have been lazy. Oh well.

I'm like a rug on valium, I'm talking lazy.

And by that, I mean: let's have a dual review of the Sworn Soldier series: What Moves the Dead and its sequel, What Feasts at Night by T. Kingfisher!

Those covers, man. They're awesome, but at the same time: poor bun bun. Poor horsie.

So technically, what I'm doing here is not one but two reviews. So I'm actually being really, really productive right now and not lazy in the slightest.

This is a legitimately true story, I swear. Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away...by which I mean, four or five years back or so, I'd never heard of T. Kingfisher / Ursula Vernon in my life until I got into a fight with her on Twitter* on whether or not the fruit of the hazel tree should be referred to as Filberts or Hazelnuts.

For the record, I am firmly team hazelnut. I mean, they're nuts from a hazel tree. Hazel+nuts = hazelnuts. Who in their right mind wants to eat something called a filbert? But, terminology varies as T. Kingfisher is firmly on team filbert. My parents also call them filberts on occasion which is weird to me as we live in an area lousy with hazelnut farms.

Mmmm, Hazelnuts...

Anyway! I had no idea who this person was but I got into a tongue-in-cheek gif fight on Twitter with them regarding hazelnut v. filbert. Feeling bad that I got into a fight with a random person online on their hazel tree fruit name preferences, I went to their profile, saw they were an author, looked up their books and bought the two books of the Clocktaur Wars series. I tore through them, and continued on, reading all of the World of the White Rat series (I just saw that we're getting a new one in January and I might have let out a bit of a fangirl screech), and the absolutely delightful A Wizard's Guide to Defensive Baking and Minor Mage. So far, every single one of T. Kingfisher's books that I've read has been awesome. Nettle & Bone? Amazing. Thornhedge? I'm a very slow reader, but I devoured it in an afternoon.

T. Kingfisher writes amazing fantasy novels and I absolutely love them. She also writes horror. Which is where I hit a brick wall because I'm a baby who doesn't handle horror well. I don't like horror movies. I don't often read horror books. Because the world is scary enough without ghosts and poltergeists and demons and jump scares. Also I watched The Ring when I was 12 and it scared the shit out of me. Anyway! Oddly enough, I've always found myself drawn to horror-type stories. I mean, horror fits so well in fantasy and sci-fi (looking at you, Doctor Who episodes that gave me nightmares). As an adult, I've found myself more and more willing to dip my toe into horror fiction. Season 1 of The Terror, one of my favorite-ever TV series is considered horror (maybe because it's not jump-scare scary, it's existentially scary. Also it's set in the past. Also it's got dudes-on-boats, my favorite genre). Part of me really, really likes horror stories set in the past - no horror like 18th/19th/Early 20th century horror, amirite?

Right?

Well, whatever, I just like horror to be ye olde timey horror, OK? Like Crimson Peak, The Witch, The Death of Jane Lawrence, Mexican Gothic, The Woman in Black, The Hacienda, Vampires of El Norte, The Hunger ... spooky-scary Gothic-y-Romantic-y-type stories that have a historical element to them. Those are awesome. I'm slowly - very slowly! - getting myself to read more contemporary horror stories. I understand that The Twisted Ones and A House With Good Bones are really, really good, but....what can I say, I'm a wuss. And contemporary stories aren't really my jam. I read to get away from the contemporary world, damn it!

(Me, too scared to read contemporary horror but not too scared to listen to 900,000 true crime podcasts).

Right, where were we?

Oh, yeah. The review(s). I'm starting to understand why no one ever read this blog and why I let myself be lazy.

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In What Moves The Dead we meet Alex Easton, a Gallacian ex-soldier on their way to visit their old friends, the Ushers, at their delipidated estate in the rural countryside of Ruravia. Alex had word that Madeline Usher was dying, and they wanted to be there for Madeline and her brother, Roderick. Roderick had been a fellow soldier with Alex back in the day and -

Wait a minute, Roderick and Madeline Usher? Delipidated mansion? Unspecified 19th century middle of nowhere...

Yep, this story is, indeed, a retelling of Poe's The Fall of the House of Usher, and it does a much better job than certain series you might find on Netflix.

Moving on:

Alex, Roderick and Madeline were childhood friends, and Roderick and Alex even fought together back in the day. Alex is a "sworn soldier" - something unique to their home country of Gallacia, a small, backwater country located somewhere between Bulgaria, Hungaria and that other -Garia, a vaguely Central/Eastern European nation with a language somehow structurally worse than Finnish, Hungarian and Icelandic combined. The Gallacian language has seven sets of pronouns: there's one set used only when referring to God, a set used to refer to children before puberty, one set specifically for inanimate objects...and, as the Gallacians are a fierce warrior people (though they're not exactly great at it), there's a special pronoun set just for soldiers.

So, in Gallacia, anyone, regardless of gender, can waltz up to the nearest military recruitment post, declare themselves a soldier, and be given a sword and a new set of pronouns within the hour. Hence the term "sworn soldier."

Anyway!

Prior to arriving at the House of Usher, Alex encounters an Englishwoman, Miss Eugenia Potter, a mycologist studying the local mushrooms, and there are some gnarly-looking (and smelling!) mushrooms. In fact, the whole landscape around Usher House seems...off. Everything seems dead or dying. Random hares will stand up and just stare right at you.

And not in a cute way, either.

As if the landscape weren't bad enough, once Alex gets to the Usher House, Roderick himself barely resembles the soldier Alex once knew. His skin has gone bone-white and he's as thin as a skeleton. He seems terrified by something but can't quite articulate what. Madeline is still alive, but in bad shape. Not even Roderick's friend Denton, an American doctor, can say what is wrong with her and Roderick (Catalepsy? Anemia? Hysteria? Roomis Igloomis? Who knows?). Denton and Alex immediately figure it's something to do with their environment - the house is both rotting and falling apart around them - but Roderick insists that Madeline can't leave, and if she can't leave, he won't leave.

Determined to find out what's happening to their friends, Alex resolves to stay. But things in the House of Usher are starting to get weird. For one thing, Madeline sleepwalks far more than a dying woman should, speaking in a strange, child-like voice, there's a lake outside that seems to pulse and shine with odd lights, there's a legion of undead hares wandering around and, seriously, what is up with those mushrooms??? With the help of Denton, Miss Potter, and their trusty batman, Angus, Alex must figure out what the hell is going on with the House of Usher...before whatever it is starts to spread.

What Moves The Dead is short and sweet and the perfect book to read when it's cold and dreary outside - and definitely not one you want to read before eating a giant bowl of mushroom risotto. If you're looking for a fantastic, spooky-type read that reads like if Edgar Allan Poe and The Last of Us joined forces with an army of undead bunnies.

But!

Luckily for all of us, Alex Easton's adventures don't stop with the events at the House of Usher.

It's late in the autumn and poor Alex would much rather be in Paris. Unfortunately, Angus has successfully guilt-tripped them into a trip to Alex's family's old hunting lodge back in the Old Country, aka Gallacia. Nothing like good old Gallacia in the winter where everything is damp, cold, cold, and, you guessed it! Damp.

But the redoubtable British mycologist Miss Eugenia Potter wishes to study some Gallacian mushrooms, and Angus, who is absolutely sweet on her, pretty much voluntold Alex to come along to act as Miss Potter's translator and use their hunting lodge as a home base.

So instead of a beautiful late Autumn/Winter in Paris, Alex is stuck back home.

*Sigh* looks nice, doesn't it?

As much as Alex sulks at the thought of spending several weeks back home, it's not like they're going to say no to Angus and Miss Potter. Not after everything they went through with the Usher House *shudder*.

Unfortunately, when Angus and Alex arrive at the lodge to help get it ready for Miss Potter's arrival, the caretaker, Codrin, is nowhere to be found. A quick trip to the nearby village reveals that Codrin has been dead for the past two months. But the locals are being very cagey about what killed him - Codrin's daughter is very insistent that it was just a lung infection, nothing else, no further questions, goodbye.

Finding a replacement for Codrin proves difficult, as it seems none of the villagers want to go near the lodge because there's a rumor that Codrin wasn't killed by inflammation of the lungs, but by a creature called a Moroi - a woman who sits on your chest and quite literally steals your breath. And the rumor is, a Moroi has taken up residence at the Hunting Lodge.

Yikes.

After some effort, Alex manages to hire a new housekeeper: the ill-tempered Widow Botezatu, who brings her grandson Bors along with her. The Widow immediately hates Alex, thinking them a wastrel, but Bors is nice enough. Miss Potter arrives, complete with terrible Gallacian phrasebook, but it soon becomes clear things aren't quite right at the Lodge. Alex begins to experience strange dreams - dreams in which a woman is kneeling on their chest because, yep, the Moroi is very real, and it can get to you in your dreams, just like Groundskeeper Willie in Treehouse of Horror VI.

Which is to say like Freddie Kruger, but still.

When it becomes clear that the Moroi is after the residents of the lodge, it's up to Alex, Angus and Miss Potter to figure out how to defeat a creature that can infiltrate your dreams.

What Feasts at Night is just as creepy, eerie and atmospheric as What Moves the Dead - there is plenty of non-fungal body horror and, mercifully, no zombie bun buns. Kingfisher is fantastic at capturing the terror of having your ability to breathe taken from you, and of the dread of having to fight something you can't grasp while awake. How she manages to pack so much into two short novels, I have no idea.

RECOMMENDED FOR: Anyone in the mood for some short, sweet spooky horror.

NOT RECOMMENDED FOR: Anyone who gets easily queasy, someone in the middle of eating a nice mushroom risotto, someone who really, really, really loves bunnies being alive and living their best lives, anyone who might wake up in the middle of the night with their cat on their chest staring directly into their eyes...

RELEASE DATE FOR WHAT FEASTS AT NIGHT: February 13, 2024

RATING FOR BOTH: 5/5

ANTICIPATION LEVEL FOR SWORN SOLDIER BOOKS: Chigori

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[neonmetro]

*Looks at you*

AZAZEL AND MOLOCH???? SERVING OML

MONARCHS I TELL YOU MONARCHS AHHHHHHHH

MOLOCH MY BABY I AM KIDNAPPING YOU /POS

Words cannot DESCRIBE how they have been on my mind after seeing them KAJCJGJFJSJSJJVGH honestly all of project martyr designs are peak.

Fangirling aside (ikik it's not Uly anon without fangirling) I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to know more about Azazel, Moloch, and their relationship with eachother as well as their stories *giggles*

Again, love Moloch, they have a special place rent free in my head now KSNFNCJCJFJDH Azazel too btw. NEVER going to shut up about Project Martyr tbh...

THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD AS ALWAYS NEON !!!! THANK YOU WAHHHHH 💖💖💖💖💖💖

-Ulysses loving anon

HEHEHE... THE ABSOLUTE SILLIES !!!!! THANK YOUUUU!!! tbh i had a lot of fun designing them and coming up with their themes/personalities... its fun slotting things into puzzle pieces

azazel is literally the embodiment of gender for me they were designed to be a culmination of every kind of clothing/accessory that screams gender to me

and moloch is some hot topic wannabe bitch i guess /lhj

azazel and moloch are good friends! almost siblings kind of relationship, with azazel looking out for moloch by helping them survive and moloch trying to be there emotionally for azazel (but this doesn't really pan out well. um moloch is cooked let's just say that for now (i don't want to immediately make azazel look terrible in the first in depth post about them because their relationship with past and the people within it is Complicated))

azazel is really interesting... they're the type to be silly and be a party girl and then turn out to be a nihilist with an overwhelming grudge against their past. they really like fashion and gambling, even though they have INSANELY TERRIBLE LUCK. like slipping on a banana, getting paint poured on top of them, getting hit by a truck, that kind of thing. they also are a cry baby nerd they're pretty pathetic actually. but they're still violent lol don't you worry

moloch is a bit more. mild. mainly because their personality is a little too similar to eve's to my liking (still working on differentiating them) but because they're an amnesiac, they're a bit ditzy but blunt. they're a bit more prone to indulging in chaos but they aren't actively facilitating it (yet)

its mainly bc in machina mortem, other characters make choices for them (azazel chooses to pick up moloch and save them from vagabonds, samyaza picks out what kind of food they eat when moloch and azazel visit them as some examples) they're both trying to regain their control and also have become passive.

I HAVE NO IDEA IF THIS MAKES SENSE HERE'S THE FOOD ANYWAYS