#i just need to fIND MY CAPO

[twinktosterone]

taking a tab of Atlantic Sleep Token and arranging it to work for a single guitar is the work of a person who is so incredibly normal about music

[a-whole-lot-of-things]

i'm trying to learn jubilee line on guitar right now, and it's so rusty and there are some very obviously incorrect parts but like, i'm so happy with what i've been able to do so far

though it's taken literal months to get the little parts done that i have - even just finally getting the smallest bits done, or kind of close - it has been so so worth it

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Re your dream: That smacks of MobBoss!Thor. Your current boyfriend is one of Thor's higher-ups and he brought you along to a dinner meeting and Thor is immediately taken with you. Thor is of course very charming and starts working on how to steel you away from your boyfriend.

Take a Seat

Warnings: allusions to mafia/crime, intimidation, suggestions of verbal and mental abuse, toxicity.

This might just be a drabble, but I'd appreciate a reblog and some feedback! You are loved and appreciated. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

"Those are mostly capos," Travis keeps his voice low as he points to the table nearby, keeping the glass in hand to hide his gesture, "I think…" he cranes around, "I might be the only soldier here…"

"Really?" You raise your brows but quickly resume your neutral preen.

You're intimidated as it is. You don't know much about Travis' business, and this is your first time seeing it from the inside. However, it doesn't seem to be anything more than an overly fancy dinner party.

"Oh, and that's Loki," he darts his eyes sharply to a slender man strutting at the other end of the room. He has a short liquor glass in hand and stops to lean on close to a blond man along the head table, "the boss's brother. The one he's chatting up right now." Travis leans in, "Thor…" he explains, "hon," he puts his hand on yours, "try not to stare. Lot of guys in here don't appreciate it."

"Sorry, I…" your eyes catch the pair of blue irises at the near table. The ones set into the chiseled face of that man proclaimed boss, Thor. Your lips part in surprise before you quickly avert your gaze. "I'm just nervous."

"Yeah, uh, well, try not to look like it," he reproaches. "Maybe…maybe I shoulda come alone."

You try not to frown. He does that. When you go out to dinner, if you don't keep a smile pasted on, suddenly the night is spoiled. Or even at home when you're having a quiet night in, you can ruin the night with one wrong word.

"I'll keep my eyes to myself," you promise, "okay?"

"Right," he nods past you and greets another man as he passes by. "Make sure you do. And if someone says hi, don't be so shy. I don't need you getting on the wrong side of these guys." He grabs his glass and takes a gulp, "this could be my in."

"Got it," you pinch the stem of your champagne flute and draw it closer but don't drink. Better not, sobriety will keep you out of trouble.

💍

Travis ends up at another table, enthralled in conversation with a pair of greasy haired gangsters in patterned velvet jackets. You stare at the table, trying not to attract any unwanted attention. Dinner is over and dessert has mostly gone untouched. You're just waiting for the end.

Thinking of the drive back, you should try to hit the bathroom before that. You peek around cautiously and stand, hugging your clutch to your side as you carefully sidle out from between the table and chair. You keep your head down and make your way to the wall, following it to the short hallway that leads to a set of restrooms.

Inside, you take your time, relieved at the moment of privacy. As you wash your hands, you watch your reflection. You look tired even through your makeup.

You grab your purse and go back out. You hold back a yawn as you get to the end of the hallway and you stop to search the room, making sure Travis is where you left him. You take a step, nearly tripping as a deep voice rumbles from closeby.

You think of ignoring it, assuming they're speaking to someone else, but then you remember what Travis said. You turn and look around.

The blond man, the one with the burly shoulders that threaten the seams of his tailored jacket, grins at you. His fingers are woven together and his elbows rest on the table. He winks at you as you peer around in confusion, expecting someone else to be closeby. It's only you.

"You," he separates his hand and points in your direction, "I do not know you."

You open and close your mouth. You step closer as you swallow and find a smile through your nerves. You grip your purse tight and pronounce your name.

"I'm with Travis. Er, Mallory. My boyfriend. Uh, sir."

His eyes twinkle with amusement, "Thor," he introduces, "sir? Please, none of that is needed. Not for a pretty woman like you."

"S-thank you, Th-Thor," you sound utterly stupid as you try to keep your calm. If Travis saw you talking to this man, you know it would be bad. He wouldn't want you messing up his prospects.

"Sit," his invitation is more a demand.

You can't refuse. What little you know of this business suggests he is even more dangerous than Travis. You go around the table as Thor stands and pulls out the empty chair next to him. You sit and make yourself breathe.

"Boyfriend?" He resumes his seat, angling to face you, "not husband?"

"Not yet," you say.

"And why would he wait?" He wonders as you wilt against his handsome gaze.

"I'm sure he'll propose soon," you shrug, "dinner was great."

"Ah, it was delicious," he sits back, "though my company was not so pleasing." He bends his arm against the table, "not like you."

"I… thank you. That's very, uh, flattering."

"It's the truth. I'm afraid I was probably poor company myself. Being as distracted as I was," his eyes cling to you, "wondering who this beautiful stranger is."

You look away. He's charming, if not a touch cheesy. You don't know how to handle it.

"There you are," Travis saves you from your conundrum. "I was just thinking we should–" he stops and clears his throat, "sir," he stands at the end of the table, "hi, er, I didn't see you there," it's obvious his surprise is fake, "Travis Mallory, I work with Haakonson."

"Ah, yes, he is a reliable capo," Thor shifts and puts his hand on the back of your chair, "I was only just having a discussion with your… girlfriend."

"Oh? That's…great," Travis is less than convincing.

"Yes, I was just agreeing with her that it's really too bad you haven't proposed," Thor asserts and your eyes widen. "A girl like her should have a ring on her finger."

"Yea, sir, I agree, I, um, I was… trying to surprise her–"

"Ah, so you have a ring? Diamond? I think a teardrop becomes this one but she might do well with a princess cut," Thor proclaims as he takes your hand, drawing a wince from you. "She should be adorned in gold and gems."

"Sir, I know, I've been working on it–"

"Ah, ah," Thor keeps his hand on yours, "I don't like excuses. And she shouldn't settle for them."

Thor raises your hand and kisses your knuckles. You can only let him. Your scalp spatters with heat as you nearly combust between the two men.

"She deserves a throne… look at her, a queen."

"Sir, thank you. She is. I take care of her–"

"Do you?" Thor accuses, "how do you take care of her?"

You don't dare tug your hand away despite the urge to do just that. You sit frozen as his hand crushes yours. You slowly turn your head to glance at Travis, his cheek twitching in agitation.

"I…" he swallows and tries to wet his dry mouth. He can't yell this man into submission and he knows it.

"Let me give her the throne she deserves," Thor snickers and leans over. His nose tickles your ear and he lowers his voice to a whisper, "come, kitten, sit in my lap."

He sits back and you gape at him, shocked by his suggestion. No, it's an order. You blink and look at Travis again. Thor hits the table with his large hand, the plates and cutlery clattering.

"You don't need his permission," he pulls on your arm, "you need only my word."

"S-sorry," you slide forward in the seat and stand stiffly.

Thor releases your hand and shoves his chair back, running his large hands over his thighs. You step in front of him and he frames your hips, pulling you down before you can think to refuse. You fall into his lap, bracing his forearm to keep your balance.

"Now that is where a woman like her belongs," Thor leans into you and rests his chin on your shoulder, "with a king, not a peasant."

You look at Travis, horror pumping in your veins, a fear reflected in his drawn face. Thor brushes a hand up your stomach and turns his head to nuzzle your neck. The tickle of his beard makes you moan.

Thor lifts his head at last, his arm hooked around you as he clings to your tightly, "what a wonderful gift you brought me, soldier."

Travis does not move. He just stares, blinking as his fingers twiddle at his side. Your lip trembles. What do you do?

"You are dismissed," Thor enunciates harshly.

Travis bites down, jaw clenching tightly, and he murmurs, "yes, boss."

His sole scuffs as he drags his foot back. You watch him in disbelief. He's just leaving you there.

"You see, kitten," Thor reaches to pet your head, "he is not good enough for you. You deserve more than a coward."

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

^ this one is actually for a completely different plot moment (takes place in 1932) but.............................🤨🤨🤨

i swear im workin but quick note before i forget it: thought this morning that carlo could consider killing himself after killing xaviero and no not bc he felt himself guilty not at all, he was just afraid that moretti would get rid of him as well literally inspired by: ""the brother of one of the coachmen killed for robbing Florio's villa was forced to commit suicide because he was suspected of collaborating with the authorities. One of Sangiorgi's informants <…> who was the main informant <…> about the corpses at the well had to leave the country." <- he was given safe passage, provided with a passport, but a hired assassin caught up with him in New Orleans and poisoned him" but it's not bout authorities, after finding out bout xaviero moretti thought that carlo simply broke omerta and carlo had all the reasons to think that moretti could kill him as well even though he obeyed to kill his brother

and then moretti makes carlo his capo and carlo is 1) relieved 2) thinks god fucking loves him & goes to church to say mega epic pray (he's a hypocrite & turns to god only in some exact moments)

[mintytealfox]

If the Da Capo gang were dogs, what dog breeds would each be?

OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH!! OKAY HERE ARE MY THOUGHTS!!!

Norton: Bernese Mountain Dog

Norton would totally be one of these fuzzy guys ;w; and I think the temperament would work with how I think he would be if he wasn't treated like literal GARBAGE his whole life ;; and he would have to be a big strong boi to help out in them mines AHG "Big, powerful, and built for hard work"

Alice: Cocker Spaniel

Not a good watchdog cause she is too busy SNOOPIN LOL She is so darn cute though LIKE LOOK AT HER OH MY GOSH And the non-aggressive trait is totally herrrrr ;; Even in danger she isn't acting out ;;

Melly: Saluki

Finding one for Melly was so hard honestly but I stumbled across this one and the: quiet at home, extremely gentle with children, and the being shy and overall not all that cuddly SOLD ME, plus the LONG LEGS and just elegant beauty that is here is just 🤌🤌🤌🤌

Frederick: Borzoi

STUBBORN, BEAUTIFUL, AFFECTIONATE WITH THE ONE (1) HE CARES ABOUT! AN OVERALL CHALLANGE LOL THIS IS FREDERICK LOL

Orpheus: Boarder Collie

Orpheus being a herding dog is like perfect oh my gosh, the way he corrals everyone to the manor 👀and the 'can become unhappy and DESTRUCTIVE' mmhhmmmmmm Orpheus and how he pretty much NEEDS puzzles

[princelylove]

To be honest with you Your Highness, I have always felt afraid of Bruno for some reasons. When I rewatched part 5 with my best friend, they kept commenting how hot he was and all, I tried to imagine him but he scares me. I feel like he hides so much that sometimes it slips away, I would be totally afraid of staying near him even if he was smiling

Your fear is warranted, but displeases him greatly. It stresses him out, I should say. He's never displeased with his darling amore, but he'd much rather have you welcome him with loving arms than freeze when he so much as breathes in your presence.

The foundation of Bruno- of Bruno Bucciarati- is the fact that he is a good man. End of sentence, end of thought.

He's just trying to help. He loves you, he's just trying to take care of you. The rest of the team loves Bruno- he's great! They wouldn't be here if it weren't for him- he's not the type to do some crazy shit randomly, you're probably just mixing reality and whatever nightmares you're having from joining the mafia.

You like Bruno, the husband, but dislike Bucciarati, the mafioso, surely. Bruno's true self- the mix of both, Bruno Bucciarati- is not something easy to figure out at a distance, because he doesn't like the idea of his darling, or anyone else for that matter, looking into him beyond how he presents himself.

You're not really encouraged to look into mafiosi in general. Especially not a capo. Don't snoop, for your own safety's sake.

Despite strongly disliking liars, Bucciarati can lie through his teeth and sleep soundly at night. Bruno, however, feels a sort of discomfort in lying to those he holds in high regards- it's sort of cruel. The least he can do is be honest.

Most of the time, he is. Bruno is not a quick thinker, nor is he innately creative, making him a just-alright type of liar. His lies have to be thought of in advance- he wishes conversation was more like combat. Combat is easy, you survive and you protect, at all costs. Conversation is a mental battle he never trained for- he's a sociable man, but he's been surviving off of letting other people fill in the gaps for him. There's also the fact that the people Bruno finds himself interested in aren't to be lied to.

Bruno has a type, actually. I think most yanderes that fall into Bruno's niche (Jotaro, Risotto) would want someone that needs them. Someone smaller, someone weaker, someone that isn't capable of living without someone else. Of course you don't have to hit every box for Bruno to take interest, he could fall for someone taller, but he can't help but think the size difference with a smaller darling is oh-so-adorable. He has this habit of getting as close as possible and looking down at the both of your shoes, which, he could always just be checking his footing, but it's apparent he's gauging your size difference when he's only doing it with you.

Bruno prefers someone that is only pretending to be independent, or is just openly dependent. Bruno can only survive if he feels needed. Being loved is debatable, you'll always love the hand that feeds you, in a way. You can fall in love down the line once you get over these fears, Bruno's willing to prove that he's the safest man you'll ever meet.

Of course, if this isn't mutual, it's creepy as hell. The real reason that Bruno frightens you, besides from everything else I've described as off about him, is the fact that he does not, and will never, respect your boundaries. He's constantly pushing, whether you want it yet or not.

Bruno is not a man that will ever bend or break. There's nothing that can deter him once he has his mind on doing something- he shares such logic with plenty of other yanderes, but Bruno is a special case, because of his willpower.

Bruno lost his willpower before canon takes place. He has no motive to move elsewhere within the famiglia, his main motivation to get out of bed in the morning is caring for his little family- his famigliola, as he's tried to tell you- and honestly, majority of them are independent types and too old to be coddled. And even then, they're kind of odd, his youngest acts like the oldest and his oldest acts like the youngest, he has no idea how to handle them sometimes. Fathers are only good for spoiling and disciplining, not really any of the actual raising part. You do fun things with daddy, he doesn't make sure you're eating actual good dinners- that's where his darling comes in!

To Bruno, fighting meeting Giorno was like getting a second wind. He was in a massive rut emotionally, and was losing the sense of justice he clung to. Meeting his darling, after that. . . it was like breathing air for the first time. Regaining his soul.

So he can't just fold. It isn't over until it's over, and it's only over when he goes back to dust.

Bruno doesn't really understand what he's doing wrong. He has everything he needs to be appealing. He takes care of himself, he knows how to speak to people, he can provide both financially and emotionally, really, what is it?

When Bruno finds himself starting to feel agitated instead of hopeful you're coming around, then you may be afraid. Perhaps a little fear is good for you, long-term.

[moodybluezzz]

A Fear of Stands (Bruno Bucciarati x Reader)

[Content: SFW, fluff, gender neutral Y/N]

[Word count: ≈850]

(A bit of a weird scenario but imagine if YOU could suddenly see some of those things irl)

Despite Bruno's caring and collected nature, you couldn't help but be intimidated by his stand. You had seen Sticky Fingers in action many times from afar, during fights and sometimes on the average day as Bruno carried out his duties as Capo. Somehow you had managed to keep your distance until now. Having just been taken into the protection of the gang, and having barely awakened your own stand ability, you tried not to test the others. Despite your curiosity as to what it's like being able to walk through walls, you decided to stay away from the cunning stand.

You're enjoying lunch at the restaurant the team frequents when Bruno enters the dining area in a hurry. "Y/N, come with me, quickly. I have some important information to share with the others. It'll be faster if we use Sticky Fingers to help us travel and gather everyone." He brings out his Stand and opens a zipper in the wall, motioning for you to follow him. You hesitate, looking at him nervously without a word.

"Don't worry, I'll cover the bill. The others are out at lunch too and I'm sure they won't be happy. We can all come back for dinner after this business is finished."

"That's not…" You stand from your seat, feeling guilty for holding Bucciarati up but unable to take another step. Your body feels frozen as you look back and forth between Bucciarati and the Stand.

"Y/N? What's the matter?" Bucciarati steps toward you, his stand following right behind. You shift back, frightened at the thought of making the leap into the zipper for the first time. The idea of what Sticky Fingers could do to you if you let Bucciarati down is even more discomforting.

Bruno stops and lowers his voice, watching you carefully as he retracts his Stand. "Y/N, if something is wrong you need to tell me. That's my duty."

You glance around before shifting your eyes to the ground. "I'm… Scared, Bucciarati…"

Bruno stares at you with a confused yet concerned expression, stepping closer. "What are you scared of? Were you attacked before I arrived?"

"No no! It's not an enemy stand I'm afraid of- Well… it's all Stands… even yours…"

"Hm…" Bucciarati retracts his Stand. "It must be hard, getting caught up in all this, being thrown right into a world of Stand users when you've barely harnessed your own…" Bucciarati crouches to your level and reaches out his hand. "Let me help you, Y/N. Take my hand, and I'll show you there's nothing to fear."

You blush, taking Bruno's hand in yours as his light blue eyes meet yours with an understanding gaze. He pulls you close to his body, holding you protectively. Before you have time to react you feel a second pair of arms wrap around you from behind, and a firm chest pressing against your back. You turn your head and come face-to-face with Sticky Fingers. You gasp and tense up, but the two tighten their hold on you and hush you.

"You're safe. Stands are merely an extension of oneself. And I would never harm you."

Shivers fly down your spine. You take a rocky breath, overwhelmed with relief as you enjoy the warm, secure feeling of being sandwiched between Bruno and the Stand. Sticky Fingers runs its strong hands slowly along your back and shoulders, Bruno holding you comfortingly all the while. After a few long moments, Bruno pulls away and opens another zipper in the wall behind him.

"Are you ready, Y/N?" he asks with a reassuring smile. You nod.

"Good, now hold on tight!"

Bruno lifts you up bridal-style, grabbing onto the zipper as though it were a zipline and speeding through the space within. You close your eyes tight at first, clinging to him like your life depends on it. Eventually you take a peek at the "zipper dimension" around you, finding it almost mesmerizing and not quite as scary as you initially thought. You glance up at Bruno, a determined expression on his face. "We're almost there. If I recall, the others are at a new restaurant nearby. I hope they don't mind us crashing their lunch." You both chuckle before Bruno slows down and pulls himself up and out of the zipper, setting you down on the stone ground behind what must be the restaurant. He helps you stand up and smiles. "I hope you enjoyed the ride." Sticky Fingers takes your hand, sweeping you up and twirling you straight into Bucciarati's arms before disappearing. You gaze into his eyes and find an expression you aren't used to seeing from the composed leader.

"I know you'll unlock the full capabilities of your Stand soon and learn to face them bravely. Until then, and after… I promise I'll protect you." He kisses your cheek before starting into the restaurant.

[xxsycamore]

Hello! Can you do day 2 with Dante x female reader? ❤️ so happy to see piofiore! Thanks!

a/n: So sorry for the long wait! From the moment I got this request I knew i'd love every second of writing it, and I was right...hope you enjoy! ❤❤❤

𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐢 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐃𝐢 𝐂𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚

↬ 🤍  Dante gifts you something very special to wear behind closed doors tonight.

Dante Falzone x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Lingerie; Strip Tease; Glove Kink; Pet Names; Dirty Talk; Naked Female Clothed Male; Light Dom/sub • wordcount: 1,248 • masterlist

• Welcome to my personal kinktober challenge, Visions of Temptation 2022 - that’s right, last year’s one. You can find the new one, Visions of Temptation 2023, here. DAY2: SEXY LINGERIE

Stepping into the luxuriously furnished room, you see the silhouette of a man - your capo, unmistakably - standing tall with his back to you. The room is dimly lit, submerged in shadows cast by just a few candles. Dante finishes lighting the last one before turning to the gramophone instead.

He adjusts the needle carefully and soon the air fills with the sultry sounds of jazz, just a little above a whisper. It's only then that Dante grants you his attention.

"I've been waiting for you."

You feel the need to summon a little extra courage as you take another step, your high heels clacking against the glossy flooring in time with the notes. At last, Dante sits on his armchair, facing you.

Hoping the small breath you take is unnoticeable even for the observant man in front of you, you begin to open your coat.

Dante's fingers are drumming against the chair's armrest while he watches you.

"Take your time. Don't rush it."

You bite on your bottom lip, acknowledging his wish even if it makes the blood rush to your face and make it oh so hot. You do as told, keeping eye contact as those piercing blue eyes follow your every move. In the middle of one of your alluring moves, just as you're with your back to the capo, you begin to shrug off the coat.

Candlelight licks your bare shoulders and back, and you admire the long flickering shadows at your feet for a second before turning around to Dante. Your coat hangs low now, and with a swift, well-timed maneuver of your hips and your hands, it falls off completely.

Dante remains still, his humming just barely audible yet still able to be picked over the low music.

He motions with his glove-clad hand, spin around.

Air trapped in your lungs, you put yourself on display for him, showing off exactly what he wanted to see since you first stepped foot in this room.

No, earlier than that, when he put that present box in your room, along with the handwritten note that instructs to wear the box's contains under an overcoat and come visit him alone when night falls.

No, it has to be much, much earlier, when he first got his hands on this expensive white silky underwear, likely imported from abroad. You wondered what Dante thought when he bought it for you. Did he plan it all ahead in his mind, to this very moment? What about after the curtain falls on this little striptease show? Did he dream of fucking you in this underwear?

"Are you enjoying my little gift, dolcezza?"

"I do, Dante. The fabric feels nice on my skin and… I can feel your love when I wear it."

Dante raises a brow, tapping the armrest two or three more times irregularly before changing his position so now his chin is propped up on his arm instead. "Can you? So I suppose you don't need me to touch you, then."

The breath hitches in your throat, mouth drying as Dante speaks these words so naturally. Him, who you've known for his gentle love, the kindness locked under the surface of a ruthless, stoic mafia boss - now rendered almost cruel by lust, his gaze darkened by it. Being able to deprive you of his love like that, it reminds you of who exactly occupies the seat in front of you. A dangerous, powerful man.

"I need it." You wet your lips, pleading Dante with your eyes, deepening it with a whisper: "Please."

Dante tips his chin upwards just a little bit, and the warm orange and yellow light puts a hint of mercy in his icy irises. He gestures with his hand once again - this time he tells you to come closer.

You approach him, wavering for a mere second when posed with the chance to occupy his lap, but meeting no sighs of this being a misunderstanding on your part, and you oblige, afraid of making him wait.

Dante's lap is warm, and you're so very naked compared to him, it makes you shiver whole. His gloved hands ghost touches over your flushed skin, but don't touch you directly just yet - Dante captures your chin between two slender fingers to direct his next order.

"Baciami."

He wants you to kiss him, and he doesn't need to ask twice; as soon as you're given the chance, you plant a passionate kiss on the lips of your capo, licking them to savor the taste like the whipped cream of a maritozzo, going in for the best part instead of eating him up properly. Dante makes a sound resembling a tiny laughter when he notices your naughtiness, but lets you be.

In a flash, he grasps both your wrists and holds them together roughly behind your back.

He puts his other glove-clad hand in front of your cute, perplexed face.

"Take it off."

Without the use of your hands, your mind has to come up with a more creative method, and quickly. You already know how Dante wants it to be done anyway.

Forcing yourself to be steady despite your unsteady heartbeat, you lean in ever so slowly, teeth finding purchase into the very tips of his gloved fingers - and you tug, gently. Gradually, the fabric comes off.

"Brava ragazza."

Dante's praise is sweet as honey, as he knows how to make you mewl without even touching you. The echo of him calling you a good girl still swirls through your hazy mind as Dante pulls off his other glove himself in a rush, throwing it somewhere on the floor. He makes sure you're paying attention as he continues to hold your wrists with one hand, snaking the other one up your belly and chest, fondling your silk-covered breasts.

You moan softly, seeing him enjoy your lingerie and tease you at the same time. He slips his fingers under the thin fabric, gropes around, grazes your nipples through the cloth to make them hard like small diamonds. His next target is your burning heat, as he unceremoniously slides his calloused fingers inside your panties.

He finds you soaked and hot for him, your thighs trembling slightly as you readjust your position in his lap to urge him to touch you more firmly. Dante is good with you, he starts rubbing your clit right away - sparks of pleasure rock through your body, and his generosity soon morphs into merciless, continuous toying that makes a moaning mess out of you.

"Come on my fingers."

Gasping between moans of his name, you're surprised to discover it would be that easy - but your mind is free from any thoughts unrelated to the building culmination that your body demands. Rocking on Dante's hand, you trust him to hold you upright in your restrained position as you tip over the edge.

Dante kisses your nape as a voiceless praise. You take it a step further, daring and impatient even if you're yet to catch your breath, and you kiss him straight on the lips. The moment he releases your wrists, you reach for the clasp of your bra.

"No. We're leaving this on." Dante's warm hand bashes yours away, the other rubbing the front of your panties, making the wetness of your recent orgasm stain them further until they're completely soaked. "This here, too. I'm yet to get my fill of the pretty sight you make, my bella. Won't you indulge me for a little longer?"

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[capobegone]

The Hashiras’ Starbucks Orders (As told by a barista)

Capo job reveal! During my lovely six months working at Starbucks, I have acquired enough knowledge of my craft to confidently predict people’s orders. Just today, a lady came up who looked like she would order a caramel ribbon crunch five minutes before closing, and she proceeded to do exactly that! Which got me thinking—I love my job, and I love KNY, so why not use this superpower to match the drink to the Hashira?

So, uh, here we are!

Kanroji Mitsuri

-Starting off strong with our pink drink girlie! To be specific, it’s a pink drink with matcha cold foam. One of my coworkers gets some variation of this regularly and says it’s delicious.

-I couldn’t decide between matcha or pink drink for her so we met in the middle!

Kocho Shinobu

-In my heart, I desperately want to give her a Dragon Drink, but we all know that is not what she would get. Perhaps on a special occasion!

-Shinobu is a black brewed coffee type of gal, because it’s fast and efficient and will get her through the day so she can return to her Douma-killing, hospital-running routine! Girlboss!

Iguro Obanai

-We know from canon that Obanai can’t have heavier things without feeling sick, so one sip from Mitsuri’s drink would probably kill him instantly. Enter the light and fresh passion tea! It’s herbal and easy on the palate, which is right up his alley. His Starbucks dates with Mitsuri are officially saved!

-The pup cup is for Kaburamaru :D

Uzui Tengen

-He likes the drinks with long names so it’s extra flashy when the baristas call them out. Therefore, he gets the White Chocolate Macadamia Cream Cold Brew. -Besides, look how pretty that is!! I bet he has one of those bedazzled tumblers for extra flamboyance.

Tomioka Giyuu

-To be honest, I have literally no explanation for this. I thought about him and my brain immediately provided Hazelnut Latte with oat milk. So that’s what he gets.

-It’s warm and comforting which my man definitely needs. Besides the oat milk implies he’s lactose intolerant which is hilarious LMAO rip Giyuu

Shinazugawa Sanemi

-Sanemi strikes me as a pretty down to earth, no-nonsense kind of guy in his day to day. Therefore, he gets a classic Americano. (He’ll get it hot in the winter.)

-Surprisingly, I feel like he would be pretty nice to the baristas. A little gruff, but respectful and would probably tip his change. Unless you fuck with him, so best to just give him his coffee and bid him adieu.

Rengoku Kyojuro

-Alright, alright, I know I’m taking the easy way out on this one. But I genuinely think he would get it because it looks like him and he finds it amusing! It’s popular with his juniors too, so he’d probably get them drinks as well. -I actually had this drink today and it was pretty good, so he would stick around for the bright flavor!

Tokito Muichiro

-I wanted to say London Fog SO BADLY LMAO but let’s be real he’s like fourteen years old. The Vanilla Bean Frappuccino is every child’s favorite, which is valid because it’s fucking delicious.

-One day he would come in and slam a doppio espresso and give all the baristas a heart attack.

Himejima Gyoumei

-Gyoumei definitely strikes me as a warm and cozy drink guy, so he gets a chai tea latte!

-It’s wholesome and delicious. He’ll cry when the baristas give it to him because it’s so good. Often comes by to pick up a drink for Genya because Sanemi refuses to do it himself.

Anyway that concludes my official analysis! Which is totally based in facts and data and not at all conjecture. As always if I missed your skrunkle feel free to infiltrate my ask box or replies! And I wanna hear your ideas too so do tell if you have a different take :D <3

[sirenjose]

Norton is Alive in the Final Game

This is going to be less of an organized post and more just a collection of points. I wanted to post a theory I wrote about Time of Reunion here based on quoththeowl31's request, but I wrote the original theory right after the event (I needed hope) and it's been quite some time since then. I would've felt guilty just copy pasting it here considering how long its been, but I didn't have the energy to make it nice and neat. So I'm just going to take the important points from my previous theory, revise them based on what info we currently have, and go from there.

(Sorry, I only had the energy to be lazy for this. Hopefully this is good enough for you.)

Alice (Little Girl) is running from Orpheus during Time of Reunion in-game.

She disappears in Da Capo after Orpheus beats up Norton, leaving only her diary behind. The same thing happens at the end of the Time of Reunion event in-game. The diary is left on the ground near where Orpheus lies.

Possible Orpheus scared Alice due to his actions, even if he thought he did it to defend her.

This is the “final game”. No bodies are found except Orpheus’. The fire didn’t consume everything, so if Norton really were dead, his body should be around there somewhere, but it isn’t.

Melly and Alice are never found either, but if they did manage to leave, we’ve heard nothing about them.

(Reusing an idea I read from quoththeowl31 that I really liked)

Little Girl helps other survivors. If Orpheus was Nightmare, that’d mean she’d have to help Norton, Melly, or whoever the 4th survivor is (whether that’s Frederick or otherwise). Novelist was banned in this mode, meaning Little Girl couldn’t support him (and it’s possible this could have been meant to also signify Little Girl didn’t support him in the story either).

Alice is a rescuer. The only person we’ve seen hurt and chaired during the in-game cutscene was Norton. Ergo, it’d be her responsibility to rescue him.

Norton is a survivor built to harass the hunter (and potentially by-time for others/help others escape from the hunter), while Melly is built for kiting and running. This could explain why Norton is the one who is the one wounded during Time of Reunion

Norton and Melly, each time they appear as hunters during the animations, are always reaching towards Little Girl aka Alice, not Orpheus.

Norton was using the axe to break the door to the room Orpheus had locked himself and the girl in. The axe disappears right after he makes a big enough hole, meaning Norton didn’t intend to use it to hurt either of them.

Melly in Alice’s diary was said to be trying to persuade Alice to leave, but she refuses due to not finding the answer she’s looking for yet.

If Alice/Little Girl knew Norton and Melly were trying to help her, she likely would’ve sided with them. That could also be why she disappears after Orpheus beats up Norton (as well seeing how Orpheus truly is/how messed up he is). Or she disappeared so Orpheus, upon losing sight of her, she’d be freed and could help Norton without Orpheus stopping her.

Orpheus isn’t a reliable perspective. The memories we’re seeing are because of the Hydra drug, which “rebuilds” memories. “Rebuild��� rather than “regain” or “remember” means the “rebuilt” version can look the exact same as the original, but it’s also possible for it to somewhat differ from the original version. For example, the memories Hydra gives Orpheus has Orpheus being chased by Nightmare, which we know is impossible as Orpheus is Nightmare, as well as shows Alice as Little Girl rather than her actual, present day version as Alice the Journalist. (Similar to what happens to Sora during Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories.)

There are inconsistencies in the animation, which can help show that it, like the Time of Reunion event in-game, isn’t the exact truth. Besides Alice appearing as Little Girl rather than Journalist Alice, as well as how we can see hallucinations exist considering we see Melly and Norton appearing as hunters, but we know this is a hallucination as, for example, after Orpheus punches Melly, we see the real Melly briefly afterwards.

Norton doesn’t have his signature burn scar over his eye

Norton doesn’t have his nose piercing

Only Orpheus and Little Girl are in color. Norton and Melly are in black and white.

Only Orpheus and Little Girl have real eyes. Norton has button eyes.

Norton isn’t fighting back. When Orpheus tries to punch him a 2nd time, Norton actually grabs his hand, struggles to keep him still while Orpheus continues to try to attack him, and then grabs Orpheus’ other hand when he tries to swing that at Norton too. In the second or so that Orpheus can’t attack, we see Norton trying to say something to Orpheus, but Orpheus isn’t listening and continues to attack. Norton this whole time hasn’t made any moves to attack Orpheus himself.

The strange scene where Melly is hiding in a locker, Norton touches something on the floor, walks over to the locker, shakes it once, hits it once, shakes it one more time, then runs out. It’s kind of nonsensical. If he was running from something, we’d see Norton moving quicker and more furiously, yet the nonchalant way he goes about his business before slowly walking to the locker says otherwise. Right after this, Melly opens up a trapdoor once Norton leaves. It’s possible Norton’s actions were a signal to Melly, potentially signifying that it was Norton, not Orpheus, and him trying to potentially say Orpheus wasn’t around, and that could’ve been why Melly only opened the trapdoor afterwards. This could mean Melly and Norton are working together, and as both of them seemed to be trying to reach for Little Girl specifically, that could help further prove the idea.

The only time we see Norton and Melly going against each other is when Norton punches Melly and causes her to drop the flashlight that Orpheus then picks up. I think the only reason this happened was because they might’ve known Orpheus was watching and had to pretend. Even when Orpheus firsts locks himself in the room with Little Girl, closing the door right as Hunter Melly appears in front of the door, in a few seconds, we see the axe coming through the door, signifying Hunter Norton is right outside the door now. Both Norton and Melly should be nearby, outside the door, but they’re goal is getting into the room, not fighting each other.

We also see both of them running past Orpheus at about the same time.

There’s also how Melly during Time of Reunion is shown to be using her bees to try to get Orpheus hit and killed by the hunter.

“Da Capo” is a music term and means to “go back to the beginning” of the music. This only happens once, with the second time you reach this symbol it doesn’t repeat, and instead goes to a different measure. This basically seems to symbolize doing things over but reaching a different ending.

Da Capo and redoing something can connect to COA 4, as Highway Cavalier and the others repeatedly die and are forced to redo the race over and over. Highway Cavalier does defeat Molten Hound and win the race in the end, receiving a “powerful life force” as his reward in the end. Molten Hound, who is absorbing the life force of the racers forced to redo the race in loop after loop, can parallel Orpheus as Nightmare, who does something similar with the participants of his experiments. Highway Cavalier obviously parallels Norton, while Melly can parallel Reflective Mirror, someone who at first did not get along with and was on different sides from Norton, but after Norton changes and starts to care, he saves her from dying at one point, and they become allies.

Considering what we know about Alice based on her letter to Orpheus in the 2nd anniversary package, where she says she’s going to save him (Orpheus) this time, she could parallel Pumping Tires, who sacrifices himself for Highway Cavalier to ensure Highway Cavalier can win the race and defeat Molten Hound.

There’s also how the COA 4 races were taking place in Yidhra’s Dreamlands, and Yidhra in canon seems to relate to Oracle and Orpheus’ drugs via the fern, as well as to Darkwoods where the Final Game takes place.

Norton in his 2nd letter was asked to assassinate some female in exchange for a lot of money. Despite this, we see in this letter that he (Hunter Norton/Fool’s Gold) is trying to convince himself (Survivor Norton) to go through with the job and kill the female for the money. This is similar to Norton’s backstory trailer, where we see Norton fighting with himself before he sets off the explosion in Golden Cave. We see him holding his head, as well as both him and his hunter version at the same time, before seeing Fool’s Gold win and cause the explosion.

It’s possible during the Final Game, Norton chose to reject the assassination request and side with Alice instead, similar to Highway Cavalier’s change from selfish to working with others during COA 4 to the point in previous loops he gets himself killed while trying to help them.

Norton in Time of Reunion is shown to be eliminated via chair rather than bleeding out. This means there is a chance he survived. (Orpheus is also shown with scars on his hand from the wires on the rocket chairs, meaning he survived despite being chaired. It’s possible he was rescued, but in-game, if you’re eliminated via chair, it does say “returning to manor”, which could be what happened to Norton).

Little Girl, as well as Nightmare, disappeared because Orpheus forgot about them. Because the gas he released via the valve is shown to have the Dionysus/Mnemosyne symbol, which is the drug that makes a person forget.

Strange split screen during the scene Orpheus attacks Norton. Suspicious we can’t see exactly who the shadows are, even though the left side shows us Orpheus and Norton. Considering we know the hallucination drug can cause people to see someone as something else, it’s possible the fact we can’t see who’s on the right may hint that maybe they aren’t who they seem to be. It’s possible rather than attacking Norton, he’s actually attacking Alice, which could also tie to why she sees him as Nightmare, as well as why Little Girl runs away from Orpheus during the Time of Reunion event.

Orpheus is focused on the past before the tragedy. He is “looking back”. He also “looks back” after attacking Norton in Da Capo, and when he does, Alice is gone. And like in the original myth, when Orpheus looks back, Eurydice vanishes forever. The fact Alice is gone could mean he did in fact attack her and caused her to disappear despite what he thought he saw.

Last thought. We see Little Girl disappear at the end. And based on Alice’s letter to Orpheus, this seems to echo this. If Yidhra really is involved, what if she made Alice, as well as Norton and Melly, disappear. Similar to what happens to the Lakeside villagers. And potentially similar to what Eli describes in his 4th letter, as he describes “dissipating” just like how we see happen to Little Girl in the animations as well as in-game at the end of Time of Reunion.

As Yidhra’s letters seem to connect her to the fern used in the drugs, as well as to Darkwoods, where the final game is, and where we can find a bonfire that Yidhra’s form can appear in, it’s possible she could’ve made Alice, Norton, Melly, and potentially all the other participants of Orpheus’ game disappear, similar to how she makes the investigators who wander into her territory see the steps to the Dreamlands.

Alice in her letter to Orpheus in the 2nd anniversary package does say “As I gradually regain my consciousness, I’ll find a way to escape from the prison that locks me in”, and though I don’t see how she could write a letter to Orpheus if she had already been sent to the Dreamlands, I still wanted to suggest the idea that the “prison” she refers to is the Dreamlands. In which case, the “hunter” Alice references she could potentially use could be Yidhra: https://www.tumblr.com/sirenjose/738327507924828160/oracle-orpheus-drugs-and-yidhra-theory?source=share.

That or Joseph. Both him and Yidhra seem to be potential solutions: https://www.tumblr.com/sirenjose/737972149259829248/did-joseph-make-the-portraits-are-they-still?source=share.

Joseph is all about saving people from death, which he does by taking a photo of them, causing their souls to be trapped within the photo and their bodies to seemingly go missing. He had a wall of portraits of people that went missing, and we are now getting portraits of survivors for their 5th birthday. In which case, the “prison” Alice references could be that photo, and the hunter she suggested wanting to use could be Joseph.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

So Darkness I Became

1200 words for 1200 followers #7

A/N: Hi friends! Welcome to the 12-A-Palooza! This event is my way of saying thank you for sticking with me. Your support and kindness toward me and my writing is out of this world and I’m grateful for every last one of you! The idea for this one jumped up and bit me on the nose almost immediately, and I know it’s a little out there, but I hope you still enjoy it! This takes place in the time before Din rejoins the covert, when he’s still just going from bounty to bounty to pass the time without Grogu and trying to figure out what the heck to do with the damn Darksaber. I have two more requests for Din for this event, and right now I *think* one of them might be a follow up to this... but we’ll see.  💚

Warnings: not much, honestly. mild angst and canon-typical danger. 

Requested By: @prolix-yuy​ Song: Cosmic Love Character Choice: LJ gave me the options of Din or Ezra, correctly asserting that this song is perfect for both of the space boys - and to my surprise, being an Ezra girl, I decided to go with Dinjamin. Thank you for sending this one in, darling! I hope you enjoy where I took it! 

Summary: You and Din have been working together for a while now, but there are still more things that you don’t know about each other than you do. That doesn’t stop you from feeling how you feel, though. When Din follows a lead that he hopes will yield information on the Darksaber’s previous owners, you find out if those feelings are enough to make you risk everything to help him. 

“Stay with the ship.” 

Those were his last words to you before disappearing through the door. The hefty metal plate slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing in the empty hull and resonating through your bones. Watching him go felt wrong - cold and final. Though you tried, you couldn’t stave off the thought that he wouldn’t return. 

No. You swallowed hard. He will. He always does. 

The two of you had been working together for a year. It had been a partnership of desperation at first - you out of ammo and on the run from the brothers of some Klatooinian capo you’d turned in, and Din armed to the teeth but without a ride off-world. He’d helped you dispatch the brothers, and you’d taken him where he needed to go, and then you had meant to part ways. But before you could refuel, he had shown back up at the spaceport with a handful of bounty pucks and the proposition of teaming up and splitting the profits on them. 

It was only supposed to be until he saved up enough for his own ship. But that mark had come and gone and you were still a team of two, and though neither of you had opened up, neither of you seemed eager to suggest that you split up, the unspoken threat of loneliness enough to keep you tethered. 

Even when the types of jobs you took became more personal than profitable, like the one that you were currently on. On Dathomir. 

The name alone was enough to chill you. You had never set foot there, and you never intended to. Dathomir was dangerous, its landscape as unforgiving as the creatures that inhabited it. But its history of malevolence left the planet scarred in ways that terrified you. You’d heard rumors of a vergence there, a well of Dark side energy that was powerful enough to corrupt anyone who fell prey to it, especially those who were in tune with the Force.

Like me. 

You shuddered, recalling what you’d said to convince him not to chase whatever knowledge he sought, careful not to reveal your secret. “Dathomir’s a one-way ticket, Djarin. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to die in a bog.” 

You’d always hidden your abilities, knowing that it was your best chance at survival - and that meant that despite spending the last year with him, Din didn’t know. You weren’t sure how he would react to learning that you were Force-sensitive, but if it meant losing him you weren’t willing to risk it. Just like you weren’t sure how he’d react to learning that you had started to develop feelings for him. You kept those to yourself, too. 

He’d answered with a tilt of his helmet. “I won’t ask you to follow me. But if there’s something I can learn there about this?” He gestured to the hilt at his waist. “I have to go. This is the Way.” 

You knew as soon as he used that phrase there was no changing his mind. All you could hope for was an urgent call to pull him away before you reached the Quelli sector. It never came. 

So you waited, eyes glued to the monitor that tracked his location. You held your breath as you watched the little throb of light descend into a cave. That same cold feeling you had when he left slithered through every fiber of your being as the beacon on the screen blinked - and then blacked out. 

Your heart lurched. With shaking hands you smacked the monitor, hoping it was a glitch, but the beacon was gone. No! 

You were half-way down the ladder before the comm link on your wrist crackled, his voice coming through speaking your name. “You – right. – shouldn’t have – here. You – – go!“ 

“Din!” Your pulse smashed against your eardrums as you responded. “ I’m not leaving you. I’m…” You choked on tears you didn’t know were falling. “I’m coming.” 

“No.” More interference bled through the speaker. Beneath it you could hear him groan in pain. “You – “ He let out another distressed sound. “Go!” 

And then the comm cut out, too. 

In that instant, you made the choice that you realized never was one. Nothing could keep you from going after him, not even your fear of the Dark side. You didn’t even stop to arm yourself, bypassing the weapons locker and heading straight for the door, leaping from the ship. Without turning back, you raised your right hand across your body and over your shoulder, swiveling your wrist so that your palm faced the sky, and then clenching your fist and bringing it back down, the door of the ship slamming shut. 

Without the beacon or the comms you would have to focus to find him. You silenced your thoughts as you ran, concentrating on Din - on the way his solid presence felt beside you, on the way you could feel his heartbeat when you reached across the cockpit with the Force. You followed your instincts until you were at the mouth of the cave he had disappeared into, and then it wasn’t just a feeling. 

You could hear his heart beating in the dark. 

It was slow and weak, but the rhythm was unmistakably his. You pushed further into the cave until the air was thick and you couldn’t see beyond your nose. The relief you felt was fleeting, though, as suddenly the space was lit with an eerie green light… reflecting off Beskar armor. 

At the far end of the cave, near what appeared to be an altar, you saw him slumped against the stone, glowing green tendrils coiled around his chest. 

“He is ours.” A disembodied voice hissed.

“He has brought it back to us. The Darksaber.” 

“And now he is our soldier.” 

To your horror, the visor on Din’s helmet glowed the same green as he hovered to his feet, and you knew there was only one thing you could do to save him - the thing you feared the most. But you didn’t hesitate. Reaching far beyond your limits, you tapped into the Darkness, harnessing it instead of pushing it away. 

“No.” You growled, slowly shaking your head and reaching out with your right hand. Curling your fingers and twisting your wrist in the air, you ripped the hilt of the obsidian blade from Din’s belt. “You will not use him. You will not take him.” The sword flew to your grasp and you ignited it instantly. “You will release him, or I will destroy this cave and you along with it.” 

It felt like crumbling, letting that much power flow through you. But you fought it, focusing on the faint sound of his heartbeat. The voices shrieked and wailed, retreating into the Darkness. Just as you thought you would break, Din was released from his trance. 

As soon as he was free you dropped to your knees, panting and dizzy, but before you lost consciousness you felt his gloved hands land on your shoulders. At his touch you felt a wave of calm wash over you, your name the last thing you heard before you fell into his arms. 

Safe. We’re safe now, Din. 

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Happy Couple 10

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

I make no promise and am just following a whim.

Summary: Your father makes a deal to marry you to his top capo. (mob au)

Warnings: dark elements such a mob business and intimidation, spanking, threats., choking, fingering, dub/noncon. More to be added as they become relevant. You know what I write typically so you know what to expect.

Thank you all for the encouragement and I hope you enjoy.❤️

Bucky's hand grips your throat, pinning you on your shoulder as you lay bent on your side. Your knee is hooked across his other arm as he ruts into you, straddling your thigh beneath him. You arch your back and groan through your teeth.

This man is as relentless in bed as he is outside. You puff out through your burning lungs, fingers knotted tightly as the leather chafes around your arms.

"Come on, baby, you can cum for me again," he snarls as he rams against you, "come on."

His fingers find your oversensitive clit and toy with your once more. You whine and bite your tongue. You snarl as the buzzing flows through your pelvis and erupts. Your orgasm clenches him desperately as he keeps his pace harsh and heartless. Your head lolls back as his nails dick into the bruises he left across your neck.

"Oh, princess, the only throne you'll ever need is my lap," he pants, "if only daddy could see this--"

You stretch your fingers and bare your teeth in reaction. You close your eyes, hiding from your shame and the sight of your reality. Your father's room, that vaunted place, a forbidden stronghold, his fortress. You turn your head down and moan through another rippling wave of pleasure.

"You're so good to my dick, huh? You wanna play brat but look at you, eager for it," he pushes his hand up your jaw and hooks two fingers into your mouth, forcing your head up, "tell me how much you want it, baby doll."

You bite down on his knuckles as hard as you can and he grunts, fucking you harder, a thrum pulsing through your bones. You don't let up, singing your teeth in until he rips his hand away. He grabs your head and crushes it against the bed, straining your neck as he pounds into you mercilessly. You choke on a whimper and flare your nose, the pain feeding your rage.

He rolls his hips, his pace turning uneven as he slows and spasm. He grips your hip as he takes long, deliberate strokes, roaring as he empties into you. His thrust slicken noisily and you feel his cum dripping out as he rocks a few more times before burying himself to his limit. You exhale shakily as he pushes your legs together, staying inside you as he turns you onto your stomach.

He lays over you, planting his legs around yours and forcing them together as he begins to thrust again. His raspy breathes betray his sensitivity as the quiver in his muscles reflects the same in yours. He holds himself up on his elbows, your arms pressed to his stomach as he keeps a calm tempo.

"All you gotta do is be a good girl, baby, and it's all over," he snarls, "say you want daddy's dick and I'll stop."

"Fuck off," you heave into the blankets.

He tuts and jolts you meanly. He chuckles and jerks his hips again, his pelvis cracking against your ass.

"I'll break you anyway I needa, princess, trust that," he growls, "'bout time you grew up..." he groans as he ruts again, "fuck, I love that pussy. I'll just have to work on that mouth."

You ball your hands as they throb and curl your toes. He's an old man, you can outlast him. For the night and for those to come.

💍

Your arms ache as you wake to the tweet of birds. The night before is a fog in your head. It sets in as you roll onto your back, alone in your father's empty bed. It flows over you like a fretful tide; your father is dead, this isn't his house, this isn't his business. It's Bucky's now, just like you.

That jackass might think he has everything figured out but you won't let him take the victory that easily. You rub your arms and groan, staring at the ceiling as you try to come up with a game plan. There's no running, that was a foolish idea. You've always been impetuous that way. Besides, you hear the men milling around still. As you drag yourself out of bed, you confirm their presence with a glance out the window.

You search the room. Your clothes are gone but a rob lays across the foot of the bed. You wrap it around yourself and grow through the drawers, the closet, and even looks under the bed. It's been cleared out, nothing you could use.

The handle clicks and you face the door. Bucky enters, a pinstriped shirt with dark pants, his pointed leather boots decorated with studs around the ankle. You cross your arms and set your chin defiantly. You arch a brow.

"Morning, princess," he swings the door shut.

"Why hello, asshole," you sneer.

"Now, baby, let's start this day off fresh," he nears and puts his hands on your arms, "you are glowing. Look like you got a good dicking down--"

"Get off me," you shove him away.

"Why are you being like this? I treated you right. All. Night. Long."

You scoff and curl your lip, "you killed my father."

"And your wicked stepmother," he smirks, "not getting a thanks for that though."

"Please," you roll your eyes and step back, "you had your fun. Get it over with."

"Get it over with?"

"Get rid of me. We'd both be happier for it," you flick your fingers in his direction and spin on your heel, "I'm not gonna be played with like your personal puppet and guess what? You're right, I'm a fucking brat and that's not gonna change. Not for you, not for anyone."

"If I thought you were gonna change, baby, I wouldn't have chosen you," he comes up behind you as you return to the window, his hands framing your hips, "and believe me when I say I chose you. I want you, princess, and I'm gonna make you my queen. All you gotta do is give me a little something."

"Didn't you get all you needed last night?"

"Not what I mean, baby. You mind that mouth and smile pretty, and I can put up with a bit of spunk," he drapes his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder, swaying you with him. You latch onto his wrist as he snakes his hand down the front of the robe, "I play with fire to feel the burn."

"And if I don't want to be your queen or whatever nonsense you call it?"

"Well, that's the thing, it ain't your choice," he wiggles his wrist free and slips his hand through the opening of the robe, he cups your cunt as he bends his fingers again your folds, "but I gotta admire the strong front. I never thought you'd be easy to tame."

"As if," you elbow him and pivot to nudge him away, "tame me? I'm not your pet."

"No, baby, but you will make a fine wife," he grabs your hands and pulls them away from his chest, "and if you let me, I could be a damn fine husband."

[apomaro-mellow]

Taking Care of Business (And My Business is You) 15

Part 14

The motorcycle made me think of that one chick from Golden Boy and uh…I feel compelled…

Late one night, Steve was summoned to meet with his father and the other men. It was the kind of meeting that was usually conducted fully in Italian, but of course, the presence of his father barred that. Steve still greeted the other men in their mother tongue. A lot of them were family friends in the true sense, almost like uncles.

They all sat down together, Steve at his father’s left side. One of the ways his father spat in the face of tradition was not having a designated capo. So the seat to his right was usually filled with whoever happened to be on his good side. Whenever he needed something done he called on whoever was available. To him, the actual hierarchy mattered very little so long as he was on top.

So suffice to say, Steve wasn’t too surprised when Tommy took that seat. It didn’t really mean anything. What mattered was the nature of the meeting. It was the kind that typically someone like Tommy wasn’t allowed to be in, but even that didn’t tip Steve off to something weird. When you had a don that eschewed tradition, one tended to ignore little slights like these.

And of course, it was all put aside in favor of the reason they were actually meeting. Steve kept a straight face during the whole thing but when it ended he went straight to Robin’s room to tell him the good news. It was very late at night but they stayed up in Robin’s room, talking about future plans and all that could be possible.

Because he spent the night with Robin, he didn’t know that Tommy had snuck into his own room with treachery in mind.

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Eddie woke up that morning to the smell of bacon, eggs, and there was definitely a syrupy scent wafting through. He got up, walked the short distance from his room to the kitchen to find Wayne cooking up a nice breakfast.

“Who are you and what did you do to my uncle?”, Eddie accused.

“Keep playin’ that tune and I’ll feed this to the neighbors.” Wayne waved a spatula in warning.

“You’re the one changing tracks on me. What happened to coffee and cereal?”

“You’ve got a big gig tonight”, Wayne said. “I got a call about half an hour ago. You have one last job and if it goes well, you’ll be inducted right after.”

Eddie dropped into one of the kitchen chairs, suddenly feeling like he should be wearing something more than just boxers. Slowly, his lips curled up into a smile, but he could smell a hint of worry on his uncle.

“What’s wrong? What’s the job?”

Wayne mumbled something. “Job’s not really the problem. Although I guess I’m not thrilled with the idea of you killing someone.” It wasn’t what he had in mind when Eddie’s mother asked him to take care of her child.

“Then what is it?”, Eddie asked.

“It might not be easy Eddie. And it might not bring the outcome you want.”

Eddie thought about how he initially thought Steve wanted him as just a plaything. Before he knew Steve’s whole story and his vision for the family. He thought about how really only Robin was on his side. At least before she was. Now he had Eddie. 

After getting the details from Wayne (there weren’t many, in true mob fashion. Just a time and a place) he got himself ready. He wore one of the suits Steve bought for him, all black, tailored perfectly to make him look good and hide a gun. He showed up to Steve’s place where they would all be leaving from. 

The men going out tonight paid their respects to the boss and Eddie did a very good job of hiding his disdain if he did say so himself. Having to bow his head to this man felt like a disgrace to Steve. But Eddie only had to remind himself it was all in service to him, his true boss. Before setting out, Steve pulled Eddie aside, in a small alcove hidden by shadows.

“I can’t go with you tonight”, he whispered, playing with the lapels of Eddie’s jacket. 

It made sense. A capo should be able to complete a task without the don coming to babysit. Just as Steve’s father was staying behind at the house to await the news of a job well done, Steve would do the same.

“You trust me to do well, don’t you?”

Steve didn’t answer at first. “You know that once you do this, there’s no going back.” Not only because Eddie knew too much, but because as often as death came up in this line of work, killing wasn’t something to take lightly. If Eddie ever thought to turn on them, it was all they needed to put him behind bars.

Eddie leaned in, his hair draping over and nearly hiding Steve behind a curtain of curls. He smiled when Steve reached up, clearly happy that he was no longer tying it back. This was it for him, he thought. Even if Steve hadn’t saw fit to bestow him with his affections, he was far too good for Eddie not to endear himself to. 

“Why would I ever go back? You’re the only way forward, baby.”

Despite the simplicity of the mission, Steve longed to scent him, for good luck. But an un-inducted alpha carrying too much of his scent…it would be suspicious to the other men, who surely suspected something already. So he only just kissed him. A fervent one to be sure. Enough to make him remember what would be waiting for him when he returned.

The kiss was enough to make Eddie dizzy and nearly miss it when the men began to pile up into two cars. But he made it and away they went.

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The atmosphere is cool yet smoky, a hazy fog had settled over the docks. Eddie had expected it to start slow and end quick. Meeting the guy, telling him why they were here, a shootout between his goons and theirs. Why else would they need five guys?

But they got out of their cars and came to a warehouse. There, a man was already tied up to a chair, one of the Marini men stood behind him.

“This is your final test”, Tonio said, giving Eddie a pat on the shoulder.

The man spit at their feet. “You’re gonna have some sprout put the screws to me? How far the Marini family has fallen. Or is it the Harringtons now?”

“Get the info out of him and then take him out of his misery”, Tonio ordered.

“What’s he supposed to know?”, Eddie asked, shrugging out of his jacket and handing it off to someone.

“That’s what you’re supposed to find out”, Tonio said.

Eddie sighed and was about to ask another question. He couldn’t really interrogate someone without knowing why, when the man spoke up again, struggling against his restraints like he had a chance of getting out.

“I’m not working for that dumbass anymore! Or his little bitch of a son-”

In a flash, he was on the floor, choking from the wind being knocked from him. Eddie looked down at his closed fist, only a little bloody from the punch. He flexed his fingers as the man coughed and his chair was righted. This was going to be easy. 

There was nary a soul around to hear the grunts of pain as Eddie laid into him until they got what they needed. Then someone handed Eddie a gun. As he lined up his shot, he tried thinking of who the man was outside of his mob connections. Probably had a family to go home to, dreams and goals of his own, people who depended on him, would miss him. It was probably what he was saying as he was begging for his life right now.

But it fell on deaf ears.

“Hai commesso un errore. Hai insultato qualcuno che non avresti dovuto.” (You made one mistake. You insulted someone you should not have.)

The shot that rang out concluded their business. Clean up was someone else’s job. Eddie and the ones he had arrived with left, unaware that a certain pair of eyes had been watching from the shadows.

Back at the Marini manor, Eddie was taken to the basement, blood still stained his hands and his shirt too. He was handed a towel to at least clean his hands as he was brought before the boss. Steve stood off to the side. Wayne was present as well. Harrington Sr. was saying some prepared speech about loyalty and the family business and all that jazz, but Eddie’s eyes never left Steve’s.

The room was large enough that people’s scents didn’t mingle too much, but it was impossible not to scent the joy coming off of Steve, despite his neutral expression. When it was his turn, Eddie got on his knees, promising himself over to the family. There was polite clapping when it was all done and Wayne came over to grip his shoulder hard.

Even if this wasn’t what he wanted for his nephew, he couldn’t help but feel pride. The men dispersed and Steve along with him. But not before giving him what could only be described as ‘bedroom eyes’.

Eddie gave his uncle a quick hug. “Get home safe. And don’t wait up.”

He kind of wished he had time to shower and change, not really wanting to meet Steve with blood on him still, but also not wanting to keep him waiting. When he got up to Steve’s room, he only had to knock once before the door was thrown open and Steve had him by the collar, pulling him in for a kiss.

“I heard what you said”, Steve said between kisses, then moved to his neck, pushing Eddie against the closed door.

“Sure hope you did. I’d hate to have to repeat the whole ceremony”, Eddie joked.

“Not just now. In the warehouse”, Steve said while sliding Eddie’s jacket off his shoulders.

“Wha?”

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Steve knew he was supposed to stay home. But if his father could break the rules, why should he do the same? As soon as the men left with Eddie, he got on his motorcycle and followed. Normally he let Robin be his eyes and ears, but this was something he needed to see for himself.

When he arrived, he kept himself and his bike hidden from view of the cars, catching them just as they were about to go inside. He found himself a good, partially cracked window where he could see and hear everything. He could see when Eddie cut off the man the moment he called Steve a bitch. Could see how he didn’t hesitate, didn’t let up until the guy gave up everything he had.

And then Eddie had to go and do something that had Steve’s legs literally trembling. The shot rang through Steve’s body, starting from his chest all the way down until it reached between his legs. He didn’t even realize his hand was nearly there until the people inside began to move back to the cars. He had to return to the house before they did.

The ride back home was difficult with the engine roaring against his body. Even through his pants, he was biting his lip at the vibrations to his cunt. A couple of times he had to make himself imagine something gross. Anything to keep him from cumming right now. Not only did he not have time to change, he wanted Eddie to be the one to bring him to completion. 

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“Since when did you know Italian?”, Steve asked, bringing him back to the present.

“Wanted to surprise you”, Eddie said, getting his hand in the game and holding Steve close. 

Steve started unbuttoning the alpha’s shirt. “Well you did. You studied hard and you spilled blood for me. I think you deserve a reward.”

Eddie let out a shiver. “Yeah?”

Then Steve used his hold on his shirt to push him onto the bed. “I’m going to fuck the scent of blood off you better than any shower.”

The way arousal was wafting off him, Eddie was inclined to believe it. Steve started to grind down on him and Eddie thought about the omega nearly getting off at the thought of him killing someone in his name. He reached down between them, glad he was allowed to at least wash his hands before the ceremony only because he wanted to dirty this pussy the right way.

Steve gasped and buried his face into Eddie’s neck as those fingers bypassed everything to get to his core. “Eddie, Eddie I’m already-”

So close. So close that it would only take a few strokes before he was-

“Do it, baby. It’s gonna be the first of many tonight. We’re celebrating.”

Steve chased his pleasure, riding those fingers like his own personal toy and Eddie definitely needed to see him do the same on his motorcycle one of these days. Steve clamped down as he came, hips still moving like he was milking a cock, which would be very soon. Eddie pulled his fingers out and licked them slowly as Steve watched.

Alpha smells so good. Our scents are so good together. Need to cover him in it. Need to rub my cunt all over him ‘til every knows. Knows he’s mine.

They spent the rest of the night celebrating Eddie’s induction into the family.

Part 16

[mintytealfox]

angst, angst I say!! How much worst would it be if Norton had the touch of tuberculosis?

oh GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSHH 😭😭😭😭

add a bit of BLOOD to those coughs and AAAAAAAHHH 😭😭😭😭

Like TB is infectious but can only be caught if you spend a lot of time with the person infected with it. So in Norton's case if Benny had it, then Norton would too, sense it seems like Norton only really spent time with Benny and a lot of time at that, enough to catch a thing like TB. orz Gee thanks Benny....

"Treatment Early diagnosis, adequate diet, rest, and fresh air could help some people recover or at least have a remission. However, such care wasn't an option for the poor <---------- 🙃

Death rate In 1882, TB killed one out of every seven people living in the United States and Europe

Leading cause of death In 1899, TB, also known as "consumption", was the leading cause of death worldwide

in the early 1900s, even under the best conditions, 50% of people with TB died within five years"

Bro would 95% be on his way OUT orz Bro would be at the point of: find a bed, lay in it, and calling it a life DX NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

*points at* vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv Doc Holiday

talk about not caring anymore and just collecting as MUCH money as he can in ANY WAY that he can. Like, he is gonna die soon anyway so why not grab all the money he can get his hands on for as long as he can.

the key years that might have helped him survive it were gone and wasted in the mines anyway, so, thinking his fate is sealed, might as well live a life that gives him blue skies

a life of Gambling, Drinking, Travel, Blackmail, and all around not giving a FLYING F---CARE

I think he would survive longer than he thought, but still counting his days for sure.

So he would 100% accept that invitation to a fancy manor cause "why not, sure, it'll be fun to be in a fancy place for once and a life is all it costs for all that money, then I could just relax and drink when I don't feel like gambling"

Feeling that fatigue getting to him and needing more money so he can have more rest days orz

"Those with active TB can show any of the following symptoms:

Bad cough (lasting longer than two weeks).

Pain in your chest.

Coughing up blood or sputum (mucus).

Fatigue or weakness.

Loss of appetite.

Weight loss.

Chills.

Fever.

Night sweats."

Gosh DANG orz

Like the image of Da Capo in the same room as him and he just looks an absolute sweaty mess that is sort of drunk (and being drunk causing him to be more chatty)

-Norton knowing everyone is staring at him- "what..? ya can't catch it unless you're locked in a room with me, breathing the same air for a looong while." -leans forward with a smirk- "Heeeell, we can even share a kiss right now and you wouldn't get it~"

Bro would be drowning in the walls he has put up around himself and the characters he puts on. IT would take an excavator and years to get to the real him by this point ;;

But the thought of bonding with the Da Capo/(except Orpheus pff) group through shared trauma after escaping, and and just constantly having each other's backs. Even though its a lot of getting Norton out of trouble cause he keeps going back to gambling when drunk and causing problems in towns they go to.

And then the time would come when Norton ends up in a hospital and just "looks like this is my last stop..." and unable to follow the group in their efforts to run and stay safe from anything manor related that is following them.

OH and then after hearing they left town he just gets out of bed and drinks as much booze as he can and causes one last big scene that prompts those who have been following them to go after Norton only for him to blowup one more mine.

orz

[throwaway-yandere]

Just a short Yan!Kaveh x Mafia boss!reader drabble. I haven't written anything for OCMC for so long and I kinda miss it.

Content Warning: yandere/"menhera" themes, suicide ideation, if the topic is uncomfortable please value your mental health more than a fic

"Go on." The architect said with conviction. "Pull the trigger."

His hands were colder than the gun you held, wrapping around yours with a grip you hadn't expected. Here he was, the brightest of his graduated batch, forcing the 8th Capo to end his life. Your eyebrows furrowed subconsciously. You just got home from a long day of "work" and your lover has aimed your gun against his chest. What is happening?

Sweat rolled down your cheek without your knowledge. Whatever was clouding Kaveh's mind, it must be dispelled.

"What are you doing, you stronzo?!" You did your best not to stutter. "Let me go. Now."

"You seem so eager to replace me, my dearest delam." He clicked his tongue. "Running around with that underboss of yours— do you know what my friends told me today? They said you spend time more with Al Haitham than me— your boyfriend, need I remind you."

"So you just decided to force my hand to confront me, is that it?! Do you not value your life?!—"

"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL THAT I DON'T, (Y/N)!!!"

Kaveh laughed.

He chuckled through a terribly ugly cry. All you saw was a mop of blonde hair. He wouldn't face you. So, your heart shattered as you tilted his chin up and saw tears streaming down his face so naturally. As if he had always been doing this whenever you're away.

"Kaveh..."

"Y-You're supposed to be my savior— my love— my heart— my delam—" he choked out. "So why are you always with other men?! A-Am I not enough?!"

"Kav—"

"Y-You know, it doesn't help that you're running a fucking brothel! How am I supposed to sleep alone in our cold bed at night when you could be out there fucki—"

"You know I wouldn't do that."

"I know, but still!" Kaveh shook, refusing to let go of the trigger. "You mean the world to me. Y-You're the only reason why I'm alive today. If you hadn't stopped me before, I wouldn't be... I wouldn't..."

You pulled him into a tight hug, slowly easing him to aim the gun away from his chest.

"I'm sorry." You muttered. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'll make up more time for you, okay? You know I'd be a broken person without you too..."

He rested his face against the crook of your neck, sniffling.

"P-Promise? Promise you won't leave me..."

"I promise."

"Good. Good..."

Kaveh pulled you closer. The gun on your hands finally fell on the floor with a hard thud.

"Don't look at any other men other than me again."

"Okay."

"Please. If you're going to continue working, let me be with you. I grow restless without you."

"Okay."

"I love you. I get worried sick not knowing if you're safe or not. I know you're a boss of a syndicate, but it's..."

"I know." You kissed his forehead. "And I love you too."

You smiled softly.

"We'll find a way to compromise. Just have more faith in me. In us. Okay?"

He nodded weakly.

"Okay."

[wibblyparfait]

(props up arm on desk) hii,,,,,, Nanaco in a Situation huh,,,,,,,,,,,,

Limbus Company is unfortunately still on my brain sometimes. so heres to finally drawing up all the Nanashi IDs & EGO thats been plaguing my brain 👍

transcript + extra notes under the cut cuz if oomfie has to hear all my Nanashi thoughts then so do u 🫵 SHFNDNF

LCB Sinner Nanashi

to Coral:

-> Studying Coral under a microscope -> (Slowly trusting,,,)

to himself:

-> In-TOWER arc (note: think any time before the final conversation in the Core. hes on the road to trusting Coral & the other Hanoi but still thinks he'll have to go back to the Toros eventually 😔) -> Please god let me have 1 normal ID -> Embarrassed by [his] Butler & BS [IDs] -> distressed by [his] CoG, R Corp & Capo [IDs]

Black Silence Nanashi

to Coral:

-> sunshine loml ily c'mere & let him pamper u NOW -> in charge of deconditioning N Coral (note: oomf has an AU of Coral as an N Corp Kleinhammer, in my brain since BS Nanashi has his shit together he is also the main person thats trying to reteach N Coral self-love oogh 🥹)

to himself:

-> Post-TOWER t1 arc -> married hubby <3 (note: if it wasnt obvious. Nanashi & Coral take the place of Roland & Angelica in their world. dont worry about how doomed they are by the narrative, theyre both still alive by the time of this ID so they dont have to worry yet <3) -> literally living his best life -> mending heart, knows hes loved & channeling that recovery into malewifing <3

Church of Gears Worshipper

to Coral:

-> indifferent (at first) -> & then sees Coral as "his purpose" devotion (note: Coral would obviously not want this Nanashi to just follow along with everything hes told & not think for himself. and once that point gets thru to COG Nanashi, he expresses his sentiment by calling Coral his purpose & asking to hang out with him 🥹 FDHGD!!!!!!!)

to himself:

-> arc where he also loses the last bit of hope he never knew he had o)-( (note: in this world Nanashi meets Coral & co early n thus tries to run away from the Toros to stay with them, but by the time he gets back to them, they're so messed up by The City in one way or another that seeing them like that pushes him into losing all hope & joining the Church of Gears. so he can finally find Somewhere he won't be actively miserable in anymore. but. well☹️ DFKGJFDG)

4th Pack Reindeer

to Coral:

-> The only ID that allows being pampered back (note: clearly most of these IDs are centered around Nanaco. and we all know how much Nanashi spoils Coral without accepting pay. but maybe this one will allow being cooked some fluffy instant pancakes every so often 🥹) -> Doesnt Take Shit Tho. Get Pampered Idiot. (note: R Corp Nanashi doesnt have the time nor energy to hear Coral's usual polite excuses. as long as Coral allows being pampered, then he Will carry him over his shoulder like a sack of rice so he can bring him to a kitchen & cook him a full course meal :) FGJDGFD!!!!!!)

to himself:

-> Fragile. -> Needs the mutual care from R Coral to stay sane o(-( (note: Coral is part of the Rabbit Team in this world ☹️ between the Hatchery & the usual contracts they get, they both cope by trying to spoil each other in their down time uuu,,,)

Thumb Capo

to Coral:

-> omg hihi haiiiiii (WILL kill/die for Coral :() -> except N Coral o)-( (for now.) (note: usually in Limbus worlds Coral is pretty high up in the social ladder, so Capo Nanashi unfortunately rly rly respects him ☹️ but since in N Corp Kleinhammers are at the bottom. oof ☹️. Capo Nanashi is rly tough on that Coral & sets a bunch of rules on him n that Makes Me Sad ☹️. KJGDF)

to himself:

-> sheep arc (note: thats just what i call Sweetie Sleeps. so yeah this Nanashi is if his Sweetie Sleeps version came true ☹️.) -> coping [with] Toro horrors by accepting it all & enthusiastically enforcing rules o(-(

Brown Family Butler

to Coral:

-> Its just my job to take care of u (malewifes x1000000)

to himself:

-> Pre-Toro arc -> Met his Coral [before] he lost all hope -> No rizz. just an autistic stare & dog-like worship that makes u question ur morality (note: this quote was absolutely stolen cuz i saw it on another oomf's post & it made me laugh. hi Sen oomf. DFKGJDGD)

Roseate Desire

to Coral:

-> sunshine love of my life reason i exist & mender of my heart ily ily ily ily- -> rare Nanashi that WANTS to be pampered (note: once again we know how Nanashi usually feels about being paid back for his work. but this is probably the one Nanashi that just wants to curl up in Coral's lap & hear him say nice things about him DFKGHFD 🥹)

to himself:

-> 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎 ♡ -> Deepest desire is just to be valued o(-(

Seven Association Fixer

to Coral:

-> U're gonna forget how to sleep if u keep drinking coffee >:( (makes Coral's regular order right before he walks in) (note: in this world Coral is just a regular at the cafe the Seven runs DFKJDGD)

to himself:

-> Intelligence officer arc -> Rly good at his job, but likes the barista work the most <3 (note: also this Nanashi is the rare Seven fixer that likes coffee. not as much of a freak about the specifics of coffee brewing as Faust is with tea, but he probably enjoys himself a good espresso ^-^ KFDJGD)

Feral Mane

to Coral:

-> big skittish creature that loafs on & scruffs one (1) person (note: imagine him like a big scared lion. except around Coral, who he will drag by the back of his collar like a cat carrying a kitten ^-^ KGFDFG)

to himself:

-> Nanabeast -> Mittelhammer forced into corrosion experiments o(-(

Regret

to Coral:

-> Coworkers probably (note: this is the Nanashi ive thought about the least. imagine Nanashi meeting Coral in the real world while doing Toro work. of course he wouldnt have time to fall in love ☹️ DFJGFD)

to himself:

-> Walpurgis lobcorp ID -> Too busy fighting for his life to be sappy -> Maybe gets eaten by Nothing There idk (note: basically his fate in a lobcorp AU oops. hope Coral enjoys finding out about that 😔 FDKGFD)

Dimension Shredder

to Coral:

-> Very cuddly & touchy (hasnt had sane human contact in forever o(-()

to himself:

-> Guy that made "keep Coral safe" his sole purpose for 7625040532 years (note: to varying success. because by the end of the journey he's either a pile of guts that murders everything Except Coral, or talks to Coral's guts as if hes still alive ☹️ ue.)

in conclusion. good fucking god Nanashi never leaves my brain 🥹 DHDFGDFDG