#i think i was smarter when i was younger thinking that i can respond to loneliness with spending time with myself

[lepidopterium]

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[insidekatmind]

Our secret-Juder Bellingham

The sound of rain against the window windows filled the room, creating a relaxing but at the same time disturbing melody. You were lying on the bed, phone in your hands and a smile printed on your lips. The screen illuminated your face as your eyes read the last message from Jude.

"Are you sure he doesn’t suspect anything? I don’t know how long I can hold on without touching you in front of everyone."

You held back a laugh and responded quickly

"Don’t worry, Kylian thinks he’s the investigator of the century, but he doesn’t get it. We’re smarter than him, Jude."

Seconds later, his answer arrived.

"Smarter, you say? I want to see how smart you are when I have you in my hands."

You felt a shiver go down your back. Jude had a way of provoking you that left you speechless. It was always him who made you lose control, even with a simple message. But that secret relationship, that constant risk of being caught, made it all the more exciting.

"y/n! Come down, dinner is ready!" Kylian’s voice broke the spell. You got up quickly, taking one last look at the phone before turning it off and putting it in your pocket.

"Here I come!" you answered as you dressed your sweatshirt and looked at yourself in the mirror. There must be nothing strange in your behavior, no clue that could raise suspicion to your brother.

When you got to the kitchen, you found Kylian sitting at the table with a quiet expression as his phone was running. Your brother always had that leading air, a controlling aura that made everyone afraid. But you were his younger sister, and if there was anyone who could challenge him, it was you.

"Finally! It took you a lifetime to get down," she said, giving you a look of reproof.

"Sorry, I was texting a friend of mine," you lied naturally, sitting next to him.

"Who friend?" he asked with an raised eyebrow, as if he could really guess everything with a single question.

"Chiara, you know her," you replied nonchalantly, taking a fork and sticking a potato out of your plate. He nodded, visibly uninterested.

Your phone has vibrated slightly in the pocket of your jeans. You tried to ignore it, but the thought of it being Jude made you want to check it out right away. You waited for the right moment, took advantage of a distraction from Kylian, and pulled out your phone under the table.

"I’m coming to Kylian’s to watch the game. Get ready."

Your heart started beating faster. It didn’t warn you before. The tension started to rise. With a deep breath, you answered quickly.

"You should have told me before! Idiot."

Jude answered immediately

"I like to see you in trouble, honey."

You clenched your lips, trying to keep calm. You couldn’t let yourself be betrayed by the blush that was coming up on your face. You got up from the table, looking for an excuse." I go to my room, I’m tired," you said to Kylian, who’s eyes were up.

"After you get off, there is the game. Play the monk, I do not want to hear excuses,"ordered you as if it were your father.

"Yes, yes," you answered in a pissed-off tone, but you actually knew you’d have to come down, especially if Jude was there.

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Later, the door of the house opened and you heard the voices of Kylian and Jude talking in the living room. Jude’s voice was unmistakable, warm and confident, with that relaxed tone that made you feel like you were always in the center of attention.

"Brother, your team has no chance tonight," said Jude, laughing loudly. "Prepare for defeat."

"Yeah, how not. We’ll see who laughs in the end," Kylian replied with a competitive tone.

You came down slowly, trying not to attract attention. When you got to the living room door, you saw them sitting on the sofa. Jude wore a black sweatshirt and sporty pants. His eyes noticed you immediately, even though he pretended not to see you. But you knew him too well. That micro-smile he had on his face was only for you.

"Here you are," said Kylian, beckoning to come closer. "Sit with us."

You snorted but sat in the middle of Jude and Kylian. The latter was too focused on the game to notice how Jude looked at you, his dark eyes following your every move. You felt his gaze burn on you.

"Comfortable?" he asked you in a provocative tone, without taking his eyes off the screen.

"I’m better without your voice in my ears," you said sour, but you crossed his gaze and saw the spark of defiance in his eyes.

Jude laughed softly, looking down at his hands. It was a continuous game between you two. A silent battle where you both tried to have the last word. But when Kylian wasn’t there, you knew who was always winning.

At one point, Kylian got up to go into the kitchen and you felt your heart racing. It was time. As soon as the kitchen door closed, Jude moved to your side. His hand touched your leg, and you held your breath.

"I missed you," he whispered in the lowest, warmest voice ever.

You swallowed, feeling his fingers caress your thigh.

"You’re crazy, Kylian can come back,"you answered in a low voice, but you didn’t move.

"Then we better hurry," he said with a haughty smirk.

Your heart was beating so fast you were afraid he could hear it. But, as risky as it was, you couldn’t help it. No one was to know, but that secrecy made it all the more exciting.

[keepswingin]

"How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers." —skz

"Fuck," Seungmin spits, fear nearly choking him as he pulls the prince closer to him. This wasn't supposed to happen, not like this, not because of him. "Jeongin-yah, look at me."

The prince's eyes had closed after his mumble of an answer, and he's not responding to anything else. Seungmin has never felt so terrified in his life.

He's ruined everything, let every single lie he's told been seen, and now the one person who was meant to pay the price from the very beginning has left a mark on Seungmin's life that he won't be able to replace.

What has he done?

"Jeongin," he calls again, louder this time, one palm pushing hard against his cheek in an attempt to wake him back up.

Rain drips from his hair, mixing with the blood that sits at the top of the prince's clothes, watercolor against his pale skin. Seungmin's chest hitches, and the sob that tears from his throat is nearly inhuman.

"Jeongin, please," he begs, thunder swallowing his words and spitting them back out until it's the only thing he can feel. He thinks he's crying. He thinks he would rip his heart out and offer it to the sky on a silver platter if it would reverse time. He thinks he would give his life to go back and stand in Jeongin's place before the younger could beat him to it.

The blade was meant for him, after all.

The shouting from the castle has grown quieter as soldiers march into the distance after a culprit that's long made his leave, unaware that the threat to the crown sits within their own ranks, an imposter from the very start. Seungmin has never thought himself dangerous, but for some reason he feels deadly, sitting here with someone's life hovering in his hands.

He looks to the wound again.

He's tried to clot it the best he could, but between the rain and what's already been stained, it's hard for him to tell if it looks any better. Jeongin needs to wake back up for him to have any type of hope in this situation.

He hates this. Hates himself for not seeing what his people were planning, the way they were so eager to use him as a red herring because that's all he's ever been good for. Was it ever a home, if he was simply used because he was smarter than the rest?

You know, you could stay. If you wanted.

Seungmin leans forward, and presses his forehead to Jeongin's. His heart is beating fast, and the rain doesn't slow. One hand clutches at the torn sleeve of Jeongin's shirt like it can anchor him as he closes his eyes and tries to breathe.

It can't end like this. Anything but this.

I don't belong here.

"Innie," he whispers, desperate. "Wake up. Please wake up. Come back." He hesitates, his next words on the tip of his tongue. Is he allowed to say such a thing, when all he's done is lie? Jeongin doesn't know who he really is.

If he looks close enough at himself, Seungmin doesn't think he knows who he really is either.

"Come back to me."

The next bout of thunder feels like it shakes him down to his very core. The sky is alight with a branching bolt of lightning. There's shouts closer to where they rest, just outside the prince's window. If he lifted his head, he'd be able to see the royal lien blowing in the storm's breeze, curtains curled around the windowsill. Maybe they've finally realized who the real threat is, and how he's holding the prince like he's something that's about to break.

I think that you do.

"I'm sorry for everything, Innie. I'm sorry for lying. I'm sorry for not being who you think I am. I'm sorry for - for getting you hurt."

He can see the blade clear in his mind's eye, the moment replaying over and over. Jeongin's hard glare at the stranger suddenly before them, inching closer to Seungmin and spitting nonsense.

Jeongin stepping in front of Seungmin without hesitation.

Jeongin's quiet gasp, the stutter of his breath. His hands clutching at the wound as if that alone would be enough to stop the blood flow. Seungmin moving to catch him before he hits the ground, arms wrapping desperately around his waist, shock propelling him forward.

"Your people need you, Innie," he whispers, the words poison against his throat. The same people who had run him from his home, the same kingdom that had looked at him like was no better than the very dirt on the ground - but no, not Jeongin.

Jeongin was different than his people, and he was different than the king. He was kind, and curious, and greeted strangers with an open palm. He was the change everyone was afraid of, the change Seungmin's people didn't understand and feared.

The change he was supposed to kill.

"I need you, Innie," he murmurs, heart pounding. He lifts his head and stares down at him like the words themselves will reanimate him, and waits. One heartbeat. Two. Three.

You don't know anything about me, your highness.

"Get away from him!"

Arms callously wrap around him from behind and violently yank him back, Jeongin's sister shrieking his name as she falls to the her knees beside his limp body, her nightgown smearing with dirt and gravel.

She's shaking her brother's shoulder far too roughly, Seungmin thinks, before he's thrown backwards, face hitting the ground. The storm grows worse as he's held there, arms wretched painfully in a way they shouldn't twist, rope tied tightly around his wrists. Maybe they'll hogtie him and leave him out here to drown in the storm.

He'd deserve it, wouldn't he?

His sister turns to Seungmin, tears streaking down her cheeks. "What did you do?" she cries, holding her brother close to her chest. His blood stains the front of her gown. Seungmin's stomach churns. "Tell me what you did to him," she all but begs, hiccuping, far from the prim and posed princess she is supposed to be. "Please!"

Mud and tears clog his throat. His chest heaves with a breath he cannot push out. The guards don't bother to pull him up, instead sending for the doctor who lives on the cusp of the village, far out of reach.

"Seungmin-ah!" his sister shouts amongst a clash of thunder. "They'll hang you for this! Don't you care?"

She stares at him, lips trembling. The cold has chilled Seungmin by now too, his own limbs borderline numb. Or maybe he's just shutting down now that he's failed the one person who meant something to him.

Seungmin's eyes slip back to Jeongin's face. His sister isn't covering him well enough, rain trickling across his lax features, the sharp curve of his jaw.

Seungmin would cover him.

"Not about myself," he whispers as the prince's sister turns back to him, shaking him once more.

He closes his eyes, and wonders what Jeongin would think, when all was said and done. Would he be kind still? Or nurture a hatred even Seungmin couldn't touch?

"Take him away," the princess sobs, curling closer to her brother. "Please."

Jeongin's soft laughter rings in his ears, a memory he can't forget. The knowing curve of his smile, the brush of his warm fingers against Seungmin's skin. The words he whispered after leaning in close to his ear, almost as if they were meant for just the two of them.

I think I know just enough.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

7 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙚𝙚! 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙗𝙞𝙣 — 𝙙𝙖𝙮 2: 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1k

𝙖/𝙣: resonated with this one on another level :(

𝙩/𝙬: soft tickles, anxious binnie just cause, massage

𝒍𝒆𝒆: changbin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: felix

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkedloveandlostpromises @lajanaa @jungwon-is-the-one @makebelieveyouregoodenough @soap143 @chxnsdiaryy @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

Playing with his fingers anxiously, Changbin could barely contain the nervous tears threatening to spill over his eyes. 

Lies. It was all lies. He couldn’t stop lying. ‘Why am i like this? Why can’t I just tell them the truth?’

That specific day, he had felt so anxious in the morning, his hands were shaking and he was practically heaving in every breath. It was like something completely different. He had never felt it before. 

“Oh god…” He gasped, left hand suddenly gripping the chair beneath him tightly as he sobbed, covering his mouth with the right so the others wouldn’t hear him. 

Chan had stopped him, asking how his morning was. He responded saying it was good. Lies. 

Hyunjin questioned if he was nervous. He said no. Lies. 

Felix asked if he was okay. He replied that he was completely fine and just tired. More and more lies. 

And now they had a performance soon and Binnie was stuck like this in the waiting room. He tried to stop his tears, thankfully not wearing any makeup. He didn’t think he could handle another makeup artist yelling at him. 

“Binnieee!!” Felix bounced into the room, a happy grin on his face as he ran to his hyung. 

Seeing his face, he fell short. “Hey…hyung…” He quickly shut the door and locked it, racing back to the older sitting on the bench and kneeling in front of him. 

“…What happened?” Felix asked, cupping the rapper’s cheeks in his hands. 

“N-Nothing…” Changbin replied, ableit subduedly. “I’m okay, I swear!” He hoped the younger wouldn’t suspect anything. After all, he wasn’t exactly crying anymore, there weren’t any tears. 

“I’m smarter than that, bunny…” Felix sighed, pressing a small kiss to the tip of Binnie’s nose. 

“I’m s-so sorry…” Changbin couldn’t hold in any longer, tears dripping onto his shirt, clenched between his fists. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Cry all you need to, hyung. It’s okay—I’m here.” Felix cooed, pulling the shorter into his arms. “I was happy cause our performance get pushed a few hours…meaning we can go home. You wanna do that?” 

Changbin nodded quietly, and he was quiet all the way home, silently gripping Lixie’s hoodie and looking out the window, head leaning on the chick’s shoulder with ease. 

Felix offered him a massage, and seeing how Changbin could never pass up in one of those, he agreed. 

Minutes later, he was groaning happily as Lix slowly massaged every sore muscle in his back. 

It was all very sweet and all, but Lix had a plan…and an ulterior motive. 

“AHaah!! Yongbok-ah, dohohon’t! Stohohohop!!” Binnie’s hands flew back to grip at the younger’s wrists. 

Felix paused in faux confusion, fingernails scribbling down Changbin’s back. “What was that? Don’t…stop?” 

“Nahahahhaa!!” Binnie giggled, twisting away from the fingers down his shoulder blades. 

“Awhhhh!!” Lixie cooed, hands never stopping their small scribbling movements down the dwaekki’s sensitive back. “Well, I bet you’re enjoying this, are you?~” 

Changbin squeaked at that, a hard jolt racking his body as a finger slid down his spine. 

Felix bent the older’s arms under his torso, the weight keeping him pinned beneath the chick. 

“Wahahait…wait—AGH!!” Changbin screeched when Lixie’s fingers curled around his sides, dragging his nails along the sides and across his back before returning along the same path. 

The sensations were torture for poor Changbin, who let out a hysterical squeal, twisting crazily under the fingers but finding nowhere to escape. 

“Ohohoho my gohohohod thahat tihihihickles sohoho BAHAHAD!!” Changbin giggled frantically, drumming his feet on the edge of the bed and laughing freely. 

Felix reached back teasingly and did the same with the backs of the rapper’s thighs, earning a squealy, happy Binnie beneath him. 

“Oh gosh, you’re too cute.” Lixie laughed along with the giggling older, moving his tracing fingers along the sides of Changbin’s torso, abandoning his back for a while. 

Poor Binnie jolted aggressively, squealing and whining at all the tingly sensations, leaving him a flushed mess on the bed, tears of laughter welling up in the corners of his eyes. 

“Yohohohongbok—ahahahhh…” He gave up completely to the tickles, slumping onto the bed and giggling his cute head off. 

Felix kept ticklishly massaging his fingers into every crevice of Bin’s body, fingers tracing over every swell and sink of the rapper’s body. Of course, who else would know Binnie’s body better? 

“Thahahahat tihihihicklesss!!” Changbin squeaked when Felix now moved to his armpits, gently tracing along the hollow enough for it to tickle and soft enough to elicit the softest reactions from the dwaekki. 

About fifteen minutes of this later, Changbin was melted completely against the bed, face turned to the side. His cheek squished against the pillow, tears soaking the cloth beneath it as giggles poured from him endlessly. 

He was exhausted, but he loved it. 

‘Maybe…I can last a little longer. I won’t lie about it.’ 

[missannwinchester]

New dress, Joel x Reader SMUT

Explicit content

Adults only

+18

Can be read as a one shot, but it’s a part of Pretty Face Universe:

Part 1 - Pretty Face, Cherry Chapstick

Part 2 - Pretty Face, Forgiven

Part 3 - Pretty Face, Not Stupid

Summary: Joel says something to upset you and apologizes in the only way he can.

WARNINGS: vague mentions of suicide, degradation, Joel is an asshole, self esteem issues, insecurities, manipulation, choking, p in v sex

“Fuck, why do we have to go there?” Joel muttered under his breath, fighting with the tiny buttons of his white shirt.

“Joel, we’ve been over this,” you sighed and stepped out of the bathroom, all dressed up.

Seeing you, Joel tried to cover his chest, but his shaking hands couldn’t get hold of the buttons.

“We were invited, you told me to RSVP…” you said, running your hands up his chest, feeling the scars he never let you see under the thin fabric, trying to help him out in his struggle.

“No, I said you can go if you want,” he argued, his anxious eyes avoiding yours. “Is that a new dress?”

“Yeah, I got it yesterday,” you said with a smile. His shirt was already buttoned up and you turned him to face a mirror and you stood beside him. “I like how this color looks on me,” you said, swaying your hips a little to move the flowy skirt.

You moved to stand in front of him, your bright eyes looking into his.

“Do you like it?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his waist, under the suit.

“Not at all,” he responded, still not looking at you and you tensed. You were clearly expecting a different answer. “It’s hideous! How much did you spend on it?”

“And orange? What were you thinking?” He added and pushed you away, straightening his suit that you had meddled with.

You stood beside him, slightly confused, trying not to focus on the pit in your stomach. Just ten seconds ago you felt so pretty. Pretty, sexy, desirable. You bought all of your clothes with hopes that Joel would like them. But at least he didn’t lie, you thought. Of course he didn’t have to like your dress. You had to respect that. You felt tears starting to flood your eyes and you blinked rapidly, not wanting to ruin your makeup. The dress was cheap and Joel must have been right, orange was such a strange choice. You briefly wondered if he could have expressed it differently so that you didn’t feel like a worthless shit, but you finally decided that you shouldn’t have asked him in the first place. You wanted his opinion so he gave it to you.

Your fingers started playing with the soft skirt as you focused on your breathing, desperately trying to stop the tears from falling.

You didn’t know that he had instantly regretted his words. He immediately knew he hurt you. Why? He didn’t know. The truth was he didn’t know why he always wanted to hurt you. Maybe it was your fragile ego, the not existing self esteem, a lingering feeling of worthlessness… It was easy to hurt you. And he liked it. Because if you felt bad about yourself you wouldn’t leave him, you wouldn’t be able to find someone else. Someone younger, smarter, better for you than he could ever be. Sometimes he needed you to think that he was doing you a huge favor. That no one else would ever want to even look at you. 

But he hated himself for causing you pain. He secretly wished you had left him, so that he didn’t have to be stuck in this word. He was an impersonation of a complete contradiction.

“I’ll get changed then,” you whispered shyly, swallowing your tears.

Your fingers found the zipper and you tugged at it with shaking hands. You managed to unzip the dress when you felt a warm hand on yours.

“There’s no time,” he growled, zipping the dress back. “And don’t be such a cry baby,” he blurted out.

“But Joel, I can’t go out like this!” You protested, worried you’re not going to be able to stop the tears from falling.

“You can and you will,” he said, unbuckling his pants.

He had to take back what he said. So of course he had to do what he knew how to do best.

You looked at him confused, but you didn’t have a chance to say anything before he pushed you on the bed quite forcefully. You stumbled and laid still when your back hit the soft mattress.

“You look hot, baby,” he said, caressing your ankle as he admired your high heels.

His semi hard dick was already out, he pumped it a few times and you waited impatiently for him to reach under your dress to pull down your panties. It was the middle of the summer, this year brought one heatwave after another so you weren’t wearing thighs.

“You’re so fucking hot, pretty face, you look good in everything,” he assured you quite agressively.

His hard cock lined up against your wet folds and it took him a few seconds to be fully inside you. He grunted and you whined. It was good having him inside you, but you didn’t know what was going on anymore.

You marveled at how good he looked in the suit, in the white shirt that made his eyes pop. His hair wasn’t styled, but you loved how his curls lived their own life. You hadn’t expected this turn of events, but you surely enjoyed it. You always did.

“Joel…” you moaned when he started fucking you hard into the mattress.

“That color looks good on you,” he said, caressing your head. 

He didn’t want to touch your face, worried he’d ruin your makeup.

His pace was relentless, but you were already used to it and your hips were rolling instinctively to meet his.

“We’ll be late,” you protested weekly, wrapping your legs around him, pulling him close forcefully.

“Shh, shut your mouth, baby,” he hissed. “Shut your fucking mouth, it’ll be okay, you know?”

“Yes, yes,” you gasped, tangling your fingers into his hair.

“It’ll be alright baby, we have plenty of time,” he lied to put you at ease. “You’re my pretty baby, you know?”

“I know,” you moaned, but he could tell you weren’t fully convinced yet.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry, pretty face,” he promised, looking straight into your eyes.

“You didn’t, it’s okay,” you managed to say.

“Mm, fuck!” Joel groaned and you moaned his name. “You’re so good to me.”

Joel’s hand moved to your neck and his thick fingers wrapped around it. He didn’t use much pressure, just enough to make you lightheaded.

“Come for me, baby, I know you want to,” he instructed as you were on the verge of a climax. “You can do it baby, go on, I’m gonna finish inside you,” he whispered huskily, still applying mild pressure to your neck.

His trimmed pubic hair was rubbing your clit and he released his seed deep inside your pussy. You could feel his heavy hand around throat and your vision got blurred with some white spots. His fingers let go of your throat and a wave of pleasure shook your entire body. You opened your mouth in a silent scream, arching your back, pressing your clothed chest into his.

You were still panting loudly when Joel got up, tucked his manhood back into the elegant pants and leaned down to pull up your panties. You were still extremely dizzy after almost passing out and he must have known it because his strong arms pulled you into a sitting position.

“Come on, you look so pretty, we have to go now, alright?” He pulled you up, holding you steadily as you swayed on your legs, trying to focus your gaze on his perfect face.

“Joel…”

“Shh, it’s alright,” he whispered and kissed your head, his arms wrapped around you gently. “Lean on me baby, you’ll feel better soon.”

“You promise?” you asked, but you knew he was right, he was rough, but he would have never choked you to death.

“I promise, pretty face,” he said, kissing your head again.

Thank you for reading

~missannwinchester

[sugaredcranberry]

Sorry, it doesn't look like I can send an ask >.<

Anyways, for the prompt: Kyo Yamazaki

1, 2, 4, 6 please!

(Submitted by malignmuffin)

Me when I don't see this ask/submission for what I think has been a couple years

But thank you so so so so much for the ask!!!! Honestly, quite a bit has changed about Kyo and her dynamics since I've been working with my brother and throwing more magical girls into the mix, so I'll respond with how she is in her current iteration!

1) What Magia Record character would/could your OC be good friends with?

Kyo unfortunately is still not one to have super close friends, however I could definitely see her having mad respect for Karin (while she was still in her stealing grief seeds phase) since Kyo basically does the same thing lmao

As Kyo gets softer and more willing to accept that hey, maybe being friends with people isn't a super terrible thing and I don't have to hold my cards so close to my chest all the time she would probably have a soft spot for any of the younger magical girls. Nagisa, Riko, Yuma, etc. And because of Riko's proximity to Ashley, they'd probably get along too.

Also I'd like to mention here that I jokingly ship Kyo with Ria because I just think it would be very funny

2) What Magia Record character would your OC HATE?

I know I just said that Kyo has a soft spot for the younger magical girls, but she would probably hate Touka's guts lol

There's a character within the story I'm making with my brother that really reminds me of Touka too, super smart child prodigy who is insufferable because they know they're smarter than everyone else in the room. And Kyo hates her so that translates well to Touka lol

Probably wouldn't like Kanagi for a similar reason, she's not a fan of authority. Even though Kanagi most definitely is chill, Kyo would just be rubbed the wrong way knowing that she's such a big shot in the magical girl community. If they talked for a bit though they could probably come to an understanding.

4) Would your OC have joined the Wings of Magius if given the chance? Why or why not?

Oh, most definitely. Kyo hates authority, but loves taking the easy way out of situations more. I doubt she would ever meet the Magius face to face, so she's safe from the headache that would come from being in the same room as them lololololol

6) How does your OC feel about Mirrors? Do they avoid it, go there to practice, or want to solve its mysteries-- or do they have a different motivation?

Kyo would avoid Mirrors like the plague lmao

She'd go a couple times to get a feel for it, thinking maybe since she also has powers related to the distortion of perception (she just has illusion powers) she'd have a sense of understanding of how mirrors worked. That view quickly crumbled the first time she saw a clone of herself, and then left and never looked back.

Again, thank you so much for your submission!!!!!! ^-^

As a little bonus, here's Kyo's wip new outfit hehe

[therecordchanger62279]

QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS

What are you looking forward to? I heard their label is releasing Pink Floyd at Pompeii on CD. I’d like to have a proper copy of that. All I have is a bootleg. But I’ll bet they screw it up somehow.

What is your favorite song and why? The Year of the Cat because of its mystery, and the melody, and instrumentation.

Why do we idolize sports players? I guess most people are idiots. I don’t idolize them. They’re not worth the effort. They’re egotistical morons – most of them. They worry about legacy, and fame. And they spend their millions on jewelry, and things they don’t need, and then lock it all in a safe in their homes. And when they’re robbed, we’re supposed to feel sorry for them. But it’s hard to feel sorry for someone who spends $3 million on jewelry to be locked in a safe, when building homes for the homeless, for example, or giving money to families whose loved ones were first responders lost in the line of duty, to use another example, or helping shelter animals, and protect animal habitats, would’ve brought lasting wealth of another kind. And no thief could steal that from you.

What is the nicest thing someone has ever done for you? My brother and I were adopted instead of growing up in an orphanage.

What makes you angry?  Why? People make me angry. They’re awful for the sport of it.

If you could go back in time and tell a younger version of yourself one thing, what would you tell? Save as much money as you can. You’ll need it.

What do you do to deliberately impress others? I don’t try to impress others. I’ve done some things that I thought merited some comment, and nobody was ever impressed – that is if they even noticed what I’d done at all. So, I couldn’t be bothered trying to impress them.

Excluding romantic relationships, who do you love? My dog.

What is your earliest childhood memory? Being put to bed in a crib, and the light turned out by an old woman who was babysitting my brother and me. I screamed like a banshee.

What book has had the greatest influence on your life? Siddhartha taught me to think differently about who I was going to become. The Once and Future King provided a moral compass. And Mystery Train was a map to building the finest (but not the biggest) collection of music in the world.

What three questions do you wish you knew the answers to? Was there a conspiracy in the assassination of JFK? How can people continue to even look at Donald Trump and not vomit? What is the point in living?

What is the greatest peer pressure you’ve ever felt? I competed for grades in school, and I never should have. It ruined high school for me.

What’s the biggest lie you once believed was true? That there is a God.

In your lifetime, what have you done that hurt someone else? If you can find someone I’ve hurt, ask them.

What’s the best part of growing older? I’m smarter, and funnier. Unfortunately, the world has no use for that. But it gets me through the day.

What’s been on your mind most lately? Dying. You reach a certain age….

When was the last time you lied?  What did you lie about? I don’t lie. If I have to lie, then I just don’t say anything.

What do you do with the majority of your money? Rent, food, and medical bills.

What motivates you to be your best? I don’t need motivation to be at my best. I will try to be unless you give me a reason NOT to be - then I won’t. Most of my old bosses never figured that out.

What makes you uncomfortable? The evening news.

What worries you about the future? That it will drag on far too long. Since nothing ever gets better, the last thing you want is for it to drag on.

What one ‘need’ and one ‘want’ will you strive to achieve in the next twelve months? Food and shelter.

Do you like the city or town you live in?  Why or why not? There are worse places to live. This city has an identity crisis that’s getting tiresome. And there isn’t a single decent record shop anywhere in the city. But I’ll take it over, say, Los Angeles.

What would you like to change? Sports. I’d like to be The Sports Czar with complete control over everything to do with sports. Whole lotta changes happening if I ever get that job.

What good comes from suffering? No good comes from suffering. It just robs you of some of your pleasurable time on Earth.

What’s the most important lesson you’ve learned in the last year? Trust no one. Ever.

What or who has been distracting you? My dog. But I forgive her.

What makes you weird? I’m not the weird one. It’s everyone else.

What do you do over and over again that you hate doing? Shaving.

Would you rather your child be less attractive and extremely intelligent or extremely attractive and less intelligent? I have zero interest in children, and was smart enough to never have any. But the child would be better off being the latter. This world doesn’t value intelligence. But good looks will get you just about anything you want.

Whose life have you had the greatest impact on? Probably my wife. No one else has been in my life for even a fraction as long on a regular basis.

Who impresses you? I’m impressed by anyone who seems to have a clue about who they are, and how to live their life.

What have you done that you are not proud of? Wasted my potential. Although I had a lot of help.

When should you reveal a secret that you promised you wouldn’t reveal? Never.

If you had to be someone else for one day, who would you be and why? I’d be master of the universe, and I’d fix everything that’s wrong with it. I’d probably have to skip meals to get it all done in a day, but I’d like a crack at it.

Who makes you feel good about yourself? My dog wags her tail when she sees me. Does that count?

What’s something you don’t like to do that you are still really good at? I’m not good at anything I don’t like to do.

What type of person angers you the most? People who ask too many questions.

[kedikatzen]

I see u and norry are taking on twitter have y’all found anying common ground yet or are you losing each other?

I think it was a good conversation in the end, I get the point she was making about how a lot of the side stuff distracts from the bigger issues and resolutions, and I really respect that she did actually converse with me and heard me out and made some really good points.

Sometimes I've fallen into that pit of "Oh I'm just going to throw a snarky one-liner at 'em" or making very generalized statements without thinking about it, and I've gone back and reexamined doing that and I see that it only plays more into the issue she brought up. I am sorry for the times I did fall into that, and I need to try to mind myself better about it, because there are some really serious issues here and it's not the time or place for trying to be "haha witty". She apologized to me as well for responding while angry, and while I do get it, I also really appreciate her doing that because she didn't need to make that gesture to me (she hadn't said or done anything directly to me even if angry) but she did and that's very respectable in my opinion.

At the end of the conversation, I'm happy that I got to say my piece, and I really respect that Norry did apologize when I don't think she owed one to me specifically because she hadn't really crossed any sort of line with me. I'm also walking away with: a lot of words get thrown around about Chai without actually being the case, but they get repeated a lot until people believe it, the best way to address that is to just calmly ask for where it's coming from because there does seem to be a lot of confusion in repetition coming up and it's leading to a lot of false accusations (people, not Norry but other people, were also repeating that I talked to Viv when I was an adult and she was a minor, despite me being significantly younger than her - something very untrue but became perceived as a backed fact out of repetition). And, focusing on squabbles and an us vs. them mentality is really destructive all around, especially for the victims coming forward with their negative experiences. If we do want to see a positive change - like accountability and changes from individuals in attitude and treatment going forward - getting into squabbles with a fandom over things like ships and interests just detracts from the fact that there are very real issues like workplace abuse going on. Me making snarky comments when I think it's "not worth it" or "I'm being witty" at somebody only feeds into more anger and increases the us vs. them stuff going on. Norry and I both want to see a better indie side of things (I'm pretty sure she wants to see a better industry in general, I'm just very jaded on the established industry so I wouldn't call that as common), what we address and how we get there might be different but we want the same end. TL;DR: I appreciate that she engaged with me, she brought up some really good points and I had things to reexamine my own past choices over, she was more cordial and respectful to me than a lot of people and more than I was owed or expected and I do really respect that from her. I feel like I can move forward making smarter choices and being a better person with some of the things she brought up, so I'd say it was totally worth having the conversation on my end at least.

[ottoslab]

I ADORE your grown up camper designs sooo much! also your style is very unique and fun!

If it's not a bother, what are some relationships/friendships that formed/changed between them as they've gotten older?

Thank you sm!!

admittedly I sort of wish I would’ve explored campers interacting with different campers than the ones they met in the game, just for the sake of diversity, but even though a lot of the matchups stayed similar, their relationships are very different on account of a lot of them being very different people now lol. Long ass ramblings under the cut!

Clem and Crystal stopped speaking to each other in their early teens. They both joined the Psychonauts intern program at that time, but a big blowout fight between the two resulted in Clem leaving the program. Due to technological barriers and family boundaries, crystal could only ever contact clem at home through letters, but clem didnt respond to any she tried to send to make up, and they fell out of contact entirely. They only recently met back up, with Clem finally coming back to the motherlobe to finish the internship program! The dynamic is… different, and a little awkward, but they can both safely say that their enthusiasm is a lot more genuine than it was when they were teaming up together at camp!

Maloof and Mikhail didn’t really talk much after camp, and I think they just ran into each other on happenstance when they got older. Maloof has been fucking around and getting into trouble, and Mikhail quickly finds that if someone doesn’t keep an eye on this guy, he’s definitely going to get himself killed. He’s Maloof’s strong, silent bodyguard, the muscle in a lot of his plans, and Maloof doesn’t realize that Mikhail is probably a lot smarter than he is and is half the reason their plans ever go right. Mikhail sees Maloof as a younger brother of sorts, and they find him endearing. If not a bit frustrating to deal with.

I think Dogen and Elka keep in touch. After a chance encounter when Elka was around 13, the Psychonauts have been keeping tabs on her. She’s an incredibly strong psychic, with a lot of ties to a current threat of the Psychonauts at the time of this AU. I just sort of think Dogen bonds with her on account of the high power levels, trying to make her feel less like a freak for being under the observation of the psychonauts. Elka definitely sees the similarities between the two of them, and I think she influences Dogen as much as he influences her. Which is to say, as much as he tries to help her feel like a normal person, she’s trying to get him to ditch the psychonauts and join her emo band (villain league.)

Benny and Chloe started becoming very close after Bobby stopped showing up to camp, oddly enough, only heightened when Chloe happened to move into Benny’s neighborhood the summer after the events of PN1. They quickly became local menaces, even if they didn’t get along. Their early teens was a lot of them just hanging around each other because no one else wanted anything to do with them, even if Benny was insistent that Chloe was a freak and he didnt want anything to do with her. But after a few times of them saving each other from school bullies, he just sort of… dropped the act. There was never an acknowledgement that the dynamic had changed, but they did start to become genuine friends in their late teens, around high school. That’s when they definitely started being a force to be reckoned with in their small town. Two kids trying to get away from their dysfunctional households, one of them with an increasing interest in anything that sparks and blows up, Chloe started crafting its whole vigilante alter-ego around this time. Benny was the helping hand in snatching many a thing from around town that Chloe needed for its projects, and once they both graduated they dove head first into a life of psychic adventure. (They wouldn’t call it crime, because they never set out with the intention to become criminals, but you cant deny that their adherence to laws was uh. Lackluster. At best. FOR SCIENCE!)

Bobby has, whether he likes it or not, been adopted into Raz’s inner circle (mostly consisting of Lili and Dogen. But thats not the point.) Bobby and Raz’s relationship is a hellhole of grown adults still absorbed by their childhood conflicts (both internally and toward each other) but once they learn to get along after what im sure is a very long character arc for both of them, they get very close! They bully the hell out of each other, for sure, but it’s done with love. I cant tell if Bobby would have gotten along with Lili sooner than Raz or if it would’ve actually taken them longer to get along. I think Bobby and Lili were a lot more hollowly antagonistic toward each other, just two hard-headed individuals whose personalities really clashed a lot at first. Bobby’s not immune to strong woman though. They end up bonding pretty quick id imagine, almost strangely so. I think it takes Raz a while to tell that they’ve become friends, because the way they talk to each other makes you feel like they want each other dead just as bad as they did when they first met back up again.

Phoebe and Quentin have what is probably the most consistent friendship timeline. Friends since camp, stayed friends since. They met back up with Chops on happenstance when he auditioned for their band (still unnamed at the time) when they were about 20. They quickly fell into a very comfortable group dynamic, there are no such thing as personal boundaries between the three of them. They all live in a self-renovated double-decker bus and travel around the country, sneaking their way into venues that they're absolutely not supposed to be in, spreading their obnoxiously alternative music that barely has the decency to stay consistent from song to song on account of the fact that a different person is usually writing each one. They are banned from so many bars. They’re having so much fun.

I’ve mentioned it before, but Vernon and Kitty met back up when they were older through their jobs at True Psychic Tales. Vernon being a lot less talkative than he used to and Kitty being a lot less of a self-absorbed jerk made meeting back up a little jarring, and for a while the dynamic was very one-sided. Vernon seemed very intent on burying himself in his work and dying at his desk, and Kitty seemed very intent on bugging him whenever necessary and roping him into trouble. their various scooby-doo type shenanigans bring them closer as friends, and they’re very casually intimate. Guys who lean up against each other when theyre talking, guys who put their heads on each others shoulders for some simple comfort, stuff like that. They’re buddies :)

[tojisun]

Sorry it turned into a depressing rant

Anon who asked about your fav studio ghibli movie here!

I love howls moving castle so much, I love the part when Sophie starts cleaning the house, I love how comforting it is

I love the sass from everyone, I love how kind Sophie is

I love howls line “I see no point in living if I can’t be beautiful” as much as it sucks I agree with him. I’m not smart so the only thing I can offer is my looks and personality to people I meet. If I’m not beautiful, then what’s the point? Sorry if it sounds shallow but when you have nothing to offer in this world, the only thing I can work on is how good I look and present myself. I know I shouldn’t think like that, it’s damaging

Beauty IS in the eye of the beholder, there will be people who find you attractive and there will be people who won’t. People you find attractive, others won’t, so sometimes I try not to think too much about it since we never know.

All my life I’ve been slow academically. My siblings are all smarter than me so I’m always the dumb one. I’m not skinny but I’m working on it, even tho it’s so hard, but I have to be skinny, my life will definitely turn around when I’m not too self conscious about my body. I know I’ll still have those negative thoughts and even after I’m skinny I won’t be happy but, as of now, I never leave the house, my anxiety about how I look keeps me from taking in person classes. I never want to leave the house unless I look good, because I don’t want anyone seeing me at my worst, I want everyone to see me as the best version of myself. So I never leave, my social skills have tanked since 2020 since that was the last time I took a in person class, and that was in high school 😭😭

I feel so immature and stupid, and people my age (19) are doing better than me. I just give up before I even try, and I’m so behind since I’m in my third year of college and I still don’t have an official major, I’m so behind, and last semester I didn’t take any classes cuz I was so depressed and embarrassed, since I failed two classes. It’s an horrible cycle of pity and dread and I’m scared I’ll never get rid of it. And I’m scared of talking to men, but I’m supposed to get married and have a kid before I’m 30 since you’re more fertile and it’s better to have kids young, and I’d love that but I’m scared my kids will turn out like me, disappointments. And I won’t know how to fix them.

So yeah… we veered off of howls moving castle.. my bad💀

re:

!! this got long im so sorry

first of: pls dont apologize! u are welcome to vent here in my blog, im happy to just be a bouncing wall to u guys (if my usually long responses arent what u guys wanted to see). thank u for trusting me (us) with this and im truly sorry for how late im responding

i do love those parts of howls moving castle! i never understood why howl was lamenting about his looks when i thought he looked beautiful w orange hair. orange used to be my favourite colour ^v^ it isnt one rn but i am still fond of it.

i loved orange even when howl didnt – u are correct that beauty in the eye of the beholder. beauty also goes a long way. it’s a horrible reality but when u grew up fat, u get told so many times about how much better life would be if u could just lose weight. i truly cant tell u when i stopped thinking so little of myself.

honestly love, its just so recent when i felt good enough in my own skin – blemishes n all. i never thought itd get better tbh; i thought itd stay this way but it got better. and im scared to promise to you a range of when it will get better, but i do know that it will.

u feel immature bc u are still young! 19 is so young so pls dont punish urself for feeling young, for thinking young, for not knowing anything past being young yet. as a younger sibling, ik for a fact im still so immature. it took me getting a job (during the weekdays) n going to uni for me to mature up, n i was 20 when that happened. so recent!

i also completed my associates slowly bc i was struggling in college! i once took a sem where i only had one class bc i was so overwhelmed that i had to slowly pace myself so i can keep going. high school babies u n then boom, u get hit w juggling responsibilities in college that kinda makes u wanna quit – but u didnt. u took a break and then bounced back!! my love, if that isnt resilience, then what is?

ive never wanted to settle down. i think its bc i thought id be gone by now that i just dont see myself having a family of my own so i apologize for not knowing how to empathize about the ‘deadline’ but u are just 19. before age 30 is so far away! u have sm to live for in between those years. sm to experience and to meet and to love!

also, not having a major yet is also fine! i declared a minor just this year – and im a fourth year already. pls dont worry. u have time – that is something i wanna keep emphasizing. u have time. it feels like the world is collapsing rn bc of fear and anxiety which, my old therapist told me, is a sign that u (and i) wanna keep going. that u wanna keep living.

and from what i could see, especially coming from me who wanted to just give it all up, that is enough. i know that the reasons behind u working on urself isnt a sustainable mentality, but hopefully one day u will wake up and own ur hard work for urself. not for others.

aaaa this got too long im so sorry, im being emotional on my end but i just want u to know: u are not a disappointment. u arent.

ur alive and ur making connections and ur trying ur best (even though it doesnt feel like that on ur end but u are!!) so how could u be a disappointment? and even if u dont wanna do anything, ur also not a disappointment. not even then.

ur future kids will be so lucky and happy to have u as their mom. and they too will be beautiful; they wont need any fixing bc there isnt anything broken to fix.

i love you. i dont know who u are but i love you. i love all of you.

[nokingsonlyfooles]

One-Third.

Of all the news that's bothered me today, this one bothers me the most. So I'll mention it.

I'm not in the habit of telling people what to think, or do. I'm an anarchist, that's not my brand. And sometimes I don't even know what to think or do.

So! Despite the wall and the crimes against humanity, Trump yeeted fewer human beings back across the border in four years than Obama did in his first four. And being deported in a sweeping, ultranationalist fervour is not the end of one's story. The family pictured above were ejected in Eisenhower's Operation Racial Slur, because brain rot is nothing new in my country of origin. They came back legally, reunited, prospered, and now they make tamales for the holidays like I do. It's hard to crush the people your economy depends on, isn't it? They just won't stay down!

Cartoonish evil posturing is not very effective. Silence, subtlety and charisma are much better at achieving their goals. I am left wondering if fewer people would be willing to let the genocide slide if Trump were funding it, and quoting Hitler about it to the media.

But I shouldn't wonder that. Of course more people would yell about it if Trump were doing it. They know what Trump is! He never lets you forget it! He'd be screaming about eradicating the Arab Menace on Fox News 24/7. When he passes out from lack of oxygen, they'll rerun his greatest hits. Biden, on the other hand - Hey! At Least He's Not Trump. And, judging from other articles, that seems to be the platform he's running on. Again.

I carried water for Obama when he was in office. I was a hell of a lot younger and less cynical, but I bought that a person would not put children in cages if there were any other option. I do not buy that anymore. And I barely remember hearing anything about the deportations until his term was almost up. He was only sending back the criminals, you remember that? Did you accept it as politically expedient like I did, or were you smarter than me?

That water I carried was full of lead, you should not drink it no matter what the nice man in the tan suit says.

This is why I'm not up for choosing the lesser evil. Stories like this suggest that, if we tote up the numbers like soulless accountants, the calculations for most/least harm are fucking fucked. Kant is bullshit and I am not a goddamn utilitarian. I'm not about to vote Idiot and keep my fingers crossed that he's too loud and stupid to do much damage. I don't know what opportunities for damage will occur in the next four years, or who will be in the best position to take advantage of them.

Polling suggests that most Americans don't want to make this choice any more than I do. But we're goin' ahead anyway, and we've already decided two evils will be the only viable candidates, months ahead of the primaries. You'll just hafta guess the lesser one! Have fun weighing all those human lives against each other!

I can only reiterate: Don't ask me this. I don't have the answer. And I'm not going to do the math, the math is evil too. I shouldn't even be TEMPTED to do math like this. Please call me when you have a candidate who doesn't want to harm anyone. I am no longer responding to folks asking me who I'm willing to throw under the bus.

[mariabtsos]

One That I Want ||m.yg||

Chapter 2: Tell me more

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Description: It is summer of 1956, and leader of the T-Birds Yoongi is working at a food joint at the beach to make extra money over the summer, when he meets a pretty girl. They start a summer fling that unfortunately had to come to end, but an unexpected turn of events will bring them back together.

Genre: 1950s au, angst, fluff, some smut, Greaser!Yoongi x Square/Goody-Two-Shoes!OC.

TW: underage drinking and smoking, sexual content, violence, misogyny (it’s the 1950s so peak macho man era).

Word Count: 1.5k

The bell resonated through the hallways as all students entered their classrooms, the only ones seemingly out of place being the T-Birds, who were still frolicking around the place.

"This isn't fair, every teacher I got this year has flunked me at least once," Hoseok complained.

"If you ain't careful you'll end up spending all your time in Lee's office," Jin chuckled, flicking the younger's forehead. Which caused him to aggressively slap it away.

"No way, I ain't taking none of her crap this time," Hoseok explained.

"Oh yeah?" Jimin retorted, quickly motioning Jin over as he saw the woman they were talking about approaching.

"Yeah, this year, I'm gonna make that old broad wish she'd never seen me," he confidently said, suddenly stopping when heard the heels clacking on the floor.

"Mr. Jung, what're you doing out in the hallway, aren't you supposed to be in homeroom?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am," he shuffled nervously.

"Are you just lollygagging in the hallways?"

"No ma'am, I mean yes ma'am, I-"

"This is no way to start a new semester Mr. Jung, now I do hope to see you graduate this year, so I better not see you out and about when I come back, is that clear?" She asked pushing her glasses back up her nose.

"Yes ma'am," Hobi answered with the most fakest smile, as soon as she was back in her office, Yoongi approached, hands in his jacket pockets.

"I'm sure glad you didn't take any of her crap!" He laughed, making the younger smack him on the shoulder as they walked to their classes. Spotting Jeon Jungkook on the way with a poster in hand.

"Hey Jungkookie! What cha got there?" Namjoon asked, taking the poster from the younger's hands. Jungkook immediately reached for it but Namjoon passed it to Jimin.

"It's a poster for the rocket club I'm starting, I'm not sure if you pea brains knew but space is the next frontier," he rolled his eyes.

"For you pUuuberty is the next frontier!" Jimin said as moved the poster back and forth between his legs, Yoongi snatched it, handing it back to Jungkook.

"There, now beat it," he placed his hand on the back of the younger's head and smacked him, Jungkook nodded and power walked into Lee's office.

"Sometimes I wish you guys weren't so annoying to him, he is my cousin after all," Yoongi complained, the rest of them shrugging as Jin, Namjoon and Yoongi made their way to science, and Jimin and Hoseok made their way to English.

The morning went by quickly, Principal Lee announced that a program on their local station had chosen their school as a perfect model of Korean school and youth, and they would be holding their national dance off there.

"We are truly excited to have this opportunity to show the nation our wholesome, kind" Lee started slowly drifting off, realizing what she was saying, "cleancut...students we have here at Seoul Central..." she finished, "god help us all," and then the announcements were over.

Lunch time arrived, the girls were in the cafeteria whilst the guys were at the bleachers near the field, watching as their school's athletes practiced.

"Girls!" Miyeon called as she sat down with her gang, "what do you think of my new glasses?" She asked JiYoon and Kim. "Don't you think they make me look smarter?"

Kim chuckled loudly "nope, you can still se your face" Miyeon responded by hitting her with the magazine she was holding.

"Did you all take good look at Min this year?" Jiyoon asked, "he was looking pretty good, right Kim?" She moved her glasses up and down in a suggestive tone.

"That's ancient history" Miyeon clarified, getting ready to start eating.

"Well, you never know, sometimes history repeats itself, it's human nature after all," Kim stated with a devilish smile.

As the whole interaction was going on, Lottie and Nayeon were making their way to the table with their lunch trays, the bunny smiled girl had been kind enough to walk her to all her classes, she waited for her at the door of the classroom every single time. She was the sweetest, and Lottie considered her a friend, even if they hadn't known each other long.

After doing their best to not bump into people, they made it to their lunch table, they found the girls all looking into Miyeon's macaroni and cheese.

"Hey girls!" Nayeon greeted the group cheerfully as she made her way to one of the empty seats, Lottie following close behind "this is Lottie Hutchins, she just moved here from the US!"

"Nice to meet you all," she replied with a slight bow, sitting down.

"What part?" Miyeon asked her, supporting her chin on her fist.

"Florida, more so the gulf coast," Lottie replied.

"I bet you're one of those..." Kim expressed sarcastically, she wanted to call Lottie a square so badly.

"Beach lovers?" Lottie tried completing Kim's sentence.

"Well ring-a-ding-ding," Kim rolled her eyes. This new girl looked so innocent, so bland, there were a ton of different judgments running through Kim's mind, the thing was, she was more of a silent and passive-aggressive person, her tongue was double-edged, she could be complimenting you, turn around and roll her eyes at your presence.

"Hey, guys!" A voice resonated through the room, all the girls except Lottie knew who it was.

"Well if it isn't Wendy Shon," she said sarcastically, "the bad seed of Seoul Central- HI!" Kim greeted her over-enthusiastically. "Oh I just LOVE the first day of school, isn't it the most to say the least!" Wendy exclaimed, she seemed so cheerful it almost seemed fake.

Wendy turned Lottie's way and immediately her face was one of shock. "Oh, you must think I'm the rudest for not introducing myself to your friend! Hi, I'm Wendy Sho- AHH!" As she sat down she felt something weird touch her ass, that being Jiyoon's hands resting on an apple, everyone got a kick out of the situation minus Wendy.

"Anyway, have you thought about trying out for cheerleading? We could have so much fun and be long-time friends!"

Nayeon moved over to sit close to the girls, "So, what do you guys think about Lottie? You think she can be a Pink Lady?" she asked, as they all briefly looked at the brunette who was mid-schedule sharing with Wendy. "She looks too pure to be pink," Kim scoffed.

Meanwhile, at the bleachers, the guys were having their lunch, and making fun of the jocks.

"You guys thinking of going out for soccer this year?" Jin asked his pals as he watched on.

"With Kim Taehyung as captain?!" Jimin chuckled loudly "no way!"

Just then Taehyung ran by, he waved briefly, more of a courtesy really, he hadn't gotten along with the T-Birds for a while, and he planned on keeping it that way.

Yoongi was just kind of sitting there, he watched his friends on whilst his mind briefly went back to a few weeks ago, when he was with Lottie.

"Did you all see that hot chick at registration?" Namjoon remarked as he sat next to Yoongi, "she sure beats them foam broads around here."

"You mean her jugs are bigger than Annette's?" Jimin walked to him in wonder, genuinely shocked someone was more well endowed.

Namjoon rolled his eyes and grabbed him by his shirt, "Jimin, come on! Nobody's jugs are bigger than Annette's!" He replied to which the younger nodded raising his arms as a truce.

Jin looked at Yoongi and he couldn't help but see him staring at the distance. "I wanna know what Yoongs did down at the beach!" He exclaimed sitting next to the aforementioned, who looked at him and scoffed.

"Yeah! Tell us Min how was it?" Namjoon asked.

At the same time the girls were asking Lottie about her summer vacation.

"I spent most of it at the beach, I met a boy there," Lottie sighed dreaming back to her days with Yoongi.

"You hauled your cookies all the way to the beach for some boy?" Kim asked.

"Well, yes, he was sort of special," Lottie replied, her heart beating faster at the thought of their summer adventures. "There ain't no such thing," Kim rolled her eyes, chuckling at the newcomer's naivety.

"Oh, you haven't met this boy," Nayeon sat next to her, "he was so romantic!"

Yoongi was telling the boys how it truly wasn't a big deal, that it wasn't something so important that it needed to be discussed at the moment.

"Sure hyung," Hobi rolled his eyes, obviously curious about his friend's summer time. "Come on Yoongi, tell us about the girl!" Jin asked.

"You got in her drawers right?" Jimin asked, moving his eyebrows up and down suggestively, Yoongi rolled his eyes, smirking at how nosey his friends were being.

"Come one guys, do you really wanna hear all the horny details" as soon Yoongi said that, all of them started talking at once, they were now demanding to know.

"Okay okay fine!" He chuckled, "I'll tell you more."

[twistedisciple]

Reward vs Punishment

// I came across Griss' unused victory lines recently and they had me thinking about just how extrinsically motivated he is. Specifically "How was that?" and "Where's my reward?"

First of all, as an aside, for someone who loves pairs of things, the way the Four Hounds are broken into pairs is fun to think about. You have visual pairs: Zephia and Griss (revealing clothing, horns/spikes, etc.), and Mauvier and Marni (head to toe armor). But you also have thematic pairs: Zephia and Mauvier (intrinsically motivated by a sense of duty to someone), and Griss and Marni (extrinsically motivated by punishment and praise, respectively). With respect to the last pair, this makes Griss the most hound-like of the Four Hounds, winning over Marni only because he has 11 years on her, and that's a long time to let extrinsic reward rot away one's internal sense of right and wrong. Griss would give all those pigeons, rats, and dogs in conditioning experiments a run for their money.

REWARD

When we talk about conditioning, we use the words "reward" and "punishment." Griss uses the words "punishment" and "pain" interchangeably in canon, but what he means is pain as a reward. This is what motivates and reinforces his behavior and, paired with his low (or lack of) morality and personal opinion, makes him extremely trainable. Promise him pain and he'll turn tricks until he hits the one that rewards him. Marni is similar with praise, and we even see her going out of her way to find the right thing that will earn her that praise (e.g. volunteering for missions). Animals that are just beginning to learn a trick tend to do this, too, and that's what trainers take advantage of to scaffold the behavior that they ultimately want to reward. Griss was likely the same when he was younger, and now in TOA, without Zephia and Sombron's expectations, he's back at that stage again.

While pain is at the top of the list, I do think there are other things that can serve as adequate reward for Griss. He's conscious of the physical ones: gold, food, alcohol, smokes. But acceptance/acknowledgment is one that he responds to on an unconscious level ("How was that?"). For the most part, this makes him a pretty good mercenary. Give him some money and a bed and he'll do whatever you want. Mostly. But he's never going to do more than what's asked unless he's getting something out of it, and he'll almost always take the shortcuts because the faster a job gets done, the faster he gets his reward. Knightly types like Mauvier would find this sort of slapdash approach unacceptable, but Griss is all about working smarter, not harder. Maximize that reward-to-effort ratio. It's amusing that one of his victory lines is "Where's my reward?" since it sounds like the moment a body hits the ground, he's immediately holding his hand out to whoever gave the order. Treat now? Treat Now? Treat Now?

However, this also means that the effort Griss is willing to expend for someone is directly related to how much he trusts that they'll reward him. He's not going to go out and do something hard for a brand new employer if he doesn't have proof that they'll pay him when he's done. Likewise, Nel and Rafal might fill a certain void made by Zephia and Sombron's absence here in TOA, but they'll still have to prove that they're worth being loyal to. Rafal has a leg up already, supposedly having Sombron's blessing, but he could still easily lose that trust.

PUNISHMENT

Given his disposition, Griss would be as equally sensitive to punishment as he is to reward. Pain just doesn't work, and there is very little indication in canon about what might serve as a punishment for him so this is almost entirely headcanon.

Withholding pain would be one way to punish him, but pain would first need to be established as the reward. If pain was not expected to begin with, then not hurting him isn't going to send any sort of message. There are too many situations without pain that Griss willingly participates in, so instead what I think he's most sensitive to is disownment and confinement. He doesn't want to be cut off by the people he respects, and threat of both exile from and abandonment by the fell church would have kept him in line. He understands the importance of his service to Sombron as well, and acts in accordance with Sombron's will to avoid being disowned as one of his "favorites." and yet, in the end, griss realized no amount of service would stop sombron from abandoning zephia, so what did that mean for him? Of course, this only works from those he's aligned with. To anyone else's disapproval, he just says "fuck 'em."

The second, confinement, would work well due to his love of sensation. If you lock him up in a tiny room somewhere for a few hours, where he can't hurt himself or talk to anyone, it's going to get the message across real fast. He can't stand being left alone with nothing to do. Responds well to time-outs if there's something fun going on elsewhere. Might throw a fit though.

Anyway, ultimately these new lines made me want to expand on Griss a bit more beyond his obsession with pain, and reason out how punishment DOES work on him. Every day, a new little gem dug out from the game's data.

[frizzle-tales]

Of course Namjoon had to be filthy rich as well. Every component of the apartment; from the build, to the staff and the shiny cars parked on the indoor parking area showcased how rich he was.

They entered the penthouse and Jiyeon managed to stop herself from whispering a ‘wow’ out loud. It was beautiful and spacious, Taehyung’s home was obviously much bigger but where it was obvious the home was passed from generation to generation, Namjoon’s home was nearly sparkling, as if it was built just this morning.

Soon after they entered, Jiyeon was in the kitchen with the lemon dessert with the other girl. “Thanks…” Jiyeon responded to Nara’s compliment, sensing something about the way she said her words, but she was not sure if she misunderstood.

“I guess it could be better.” Jiyeon whispered. Some intrusive thoughts entered her mind to that one night where he assaulted her, but there was no way Jiyeon would share something that degrading with a woman she barely knew. They shared some more words here and there as Jiyeon got the desserts ready for the four.

"I know but…” Jiyeon trailed off. “We could never take them, I mean, I have seen Taehyung kill before… and just, they’d kill us easily, there is nothing we can do Nara, it doesn’t matter.” Jiyeon sighed. “They are smarter than us, they…”

“Are you giving up that easily, Jiyeon? Come on. You should consider yourself lucky! You have me, just like those assholes have each other, we also have each other. Don’t you want to see your grandparents? They were on the TV the other day, weren’t they?”

At that, Jiyeon looked up at the other woman, her chest tightening at the words that came from her mouth; her grandparents. Jiyeon has been in survival mode for so long, that she suppressed the thought of the people that meant the most to her, just to stop the pain that she felt at being seperated from them.

Nara was so smart… Of course this dumb girl would waver at something like that. Now that she had her attention, she better make sure to encourage this girl to jump into action, before any of the guys waltzed in.

“I am just saying, if you never want to see them again, then keep on doing what you’re doing now. But if you want to meet them again someday, you are the one who can make the decision to…” She kept her mouth shut when she could hear the faint sounds of footsteps nearing them. “Just do something when he’s distracted.” She quickly whispered before turning to look at the man that entered.

"Yes… yes I am." Jiyeon responded to his question, looking down at the kitchen counter. “I’m done, I can bring it—“ Then a loud bang echoed from outside. “Ah!” Jiyeon shot towards Taehyung, her arms resting against his chest as she shut her eyes tight, before realizing what she was doing. “Oh— I’m so sorry, it was so unexpected and I…” With a hit from the elbow, one of the plates flew off the counter and crashed onto the floor. Her face heated up at the humiliation, why did this have to happen? This was so embarrassing, why was she being so stupid? “I will clean up right away—“

Taehyung’s words immediately rang through her mind, his warning was clear and firm. Did she fuck up? Did she blow her chances of ever getting out of the home again?

“Now, miss Jiyeon, I wouldn’t let a guest clean up.” Namjoon had also joined the couple in the kitchen, he looked back over his shoulder before he spoke again. “What are you waiting for? Are you just going to stand there? Hurry up and clean it. Be a good host for our guests.” He snapped at the other woman. After the clean up, they headed back to the livingroom, and Namjoon suggested to both girls to make them a drink.

“What a difference.” Namjoon noted, sliding the glass back to Nara. “Don’t you think it is frankly embarrassing that Jiyeon, who is younger than you, knows how to make a better drink? Try harder, Nara.” He sat back. “I don’t know how you had the audacity to serve me something as disgusting as that, but here we are…” Namjoon’s eyes gazed over to Jiyeon’s side. “Miss Jiyeon, if I could trouble you with the task of showing our Nara here what a good drink looks like?” It came out like a question but it was far off of one. Namjoon knew the young woman couldn’t reject even if she wanted to.

“Uhm…” Jiyeon’s eyes traveled to Taehyung’s, awaiting his permission, and when he did, she nodded. “Of course, I can… so Nara, what I do…”

She knew how to make a fucking drink. And she certainly didn’t need to be taught by someone like Jiyeon: fuck, don’t tell her that even Namjoon was drawn to this plain girl? Thinking about it, this was the first time Namjoon had even bothered to bring her along to a woman or invite a woman to his place.

Why was Jiyeon being treated so differently?

With a forced smile she listened to the girl’s instructions and once done, she presented the drink again, this time earning a nod of approval from Namjoon.

“There. You only needed some guidance from someone who actually knows what they’re doing, hm?” Namjoon mocked, taking a sip of the drink. It was so painfully obvious what was going on between those two girls, and Namjoon would gladly rile up things between them for his entertainment.

The two men had a chat before they engaged in a game of poker, while the girls could only share a few words here and there, not being able to speak freely with the two guys next to them. The evening passed by quickly, and raindrops tapped against the large windows, soon multiplying, before the thunder strikes blended in with them.

“It’s awful weather, you shouldn’t drive in this weather, Taehyung, please, stay the night. You and Jiyeon can use the guest room.” Namjoon offered.

Stay? Jiyeon looked over to Namjoon and then Taehyung. Would they be staying at Namjoon’s? Jiyeon glanced over to the large window, noting that Namjoon had a point, it did seemed that it was storming pretty hard.

[🎙️]

What was this?

Taehyung’s head cocked to the side as he watched the girl’s unexpected reaction. The scream that squeezed past her sweet lips, the way she glued to his chest out of instinct, seeking shelter from him.

He caught the girl’s arm, turning her back around to face him. Shattered glass laid near their feet. Agitation twitched his brow, for more than one reason. “What’s wrong with you?”

Her lack of manners, and this; was she really afraid of thunder? He thought he knew everything about her. No — he was certain of it. So, did it just manage to catch her off guard, or did he actually miss something about her?

Almost at the perfect time, Namjoon strolled back into the conversation. After the exchange with Nara, Taehyung leaned in to Jiyeon’s ear. “Tell them thank you for cleaning up your mess, Jiyeonnie.” And when that was settled with, the group of 4 moved back to the living room, the men setting out a game of poker.

Before they started, the conversation directed back towards the 2 women, and a grin slowly pulled on Taehyung’s lips, pride swelling in his chest. Tonight was really showing just how well he had trained his sweet prisoner, she was being so well for him. Aside from the stunt in the kitchen, of course, but he couldn’t focus on that now, even if he wanted to.

When Jiyeon joined him back at his side, his hand found it’s way to her knee, before his fingertips started tracing gentle shapes up and down her thigh. “You’re being such a good girl, keep it up and you might get a treat when we are home.” The killer whispered towards her before lifting the glass to his lips, although one sip had him coughing, shaking his head. Unnecessarily so, but no one had to know that.

“Darling, take a sip.” He held the glass towards Jiyeon’s lips. “Does this taste right to you?” Before she could answer, he continued. “I just don’t think it’s Nara’s night tonight, she must need more practice.” Joining his friend in the mockery, he made eye contact with the slightly older woman, the corner of his lip tugging up into a smirk.

This time, he waited for the girl’s answer, wondering who’s side she would choose. Her newly appointed friend, or the man who held her entire life in the palm of his hand. “I’d like a new one, for you to make me one. At least I know you can make it right. Maybe you can leave Miss Nara with some more pointers for her to practice tonight, hm?”

Nara’s eye twitched. Fury was quickly rushing to her face as her hands balled in fists at her side. However, the woman luckily had time to cool herself down as the men’s poker game finally commenced.

“Thank you, Namjoon. I thought we’d have time for the storm to pass, but that’s not looking very possible.” Taehyung responded to his friend with a chuckle, his attention turning towards the windows. Thunder strikes echoed in the apartment. The lights occasionally flickered from the storm.

The man stood from his spot, holding a hand out towards his companion. “Come, sweetheart.” Perhaps this would be a good thing after all. Even with the storm aside, there was no way the two would have been able to make it home. He could feel the alcoholic buzz in his bones, and with the many check stops the mayor currently has out to try and catch him..

“Say your goodnights.” His tone held a hint of mocking, and he leaned in again to whisper in her ear, “And don’t forget to say thank you.” Afterwards, he led her towards the guest bedroom. Once the door clicked shut, he locked it behind them. “Get undressed and into bed, I want you on that side tonight.” He simply ordered, nodding towards the side closest to the floor to ceiling windows before beginning to unbutton his own shirt.

[abbythewritor]

"Just her." Haikyuu x Demon reader.

Description: Abby Kamado, the sister of Nezuko and Tanjiro Kamado, gets teleported to a world without Demons when fighting a demon, having no way of future world technology. But what happens when a bunch of handsome men help her get used to the world while falling in love with her as well?

Warnings: I do not own Haikyuu, demon slayer or the Pictures in this book, they belong to the rightful owners. Blood, Violence, Demons, and slight cursing will be in this book, but nothing out of the ordinary. You are two years younger than Hinata, as you are the youngest in the story. Fighting scenes in this book may be terrible, so bare with me. I hope you all Enjoy my new book, and Enjoy the prologue chapter everyone as this is a remake of my old Wattpad book, her.

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*SWOOOSH!!!* 

Dodging the oncoming ball in your direction, you grabbed out your Katana as you're body slid to the ground, barely dodging the demon's fist swinging your way. You felt your back hit the floor as the Demon's sharp nails grazed your nose, causing a little blood to spill. 4

Using the katana in your hand, you sliced its legs, hearing the screech of pain from its mouth. 

Nezuko kicked the ball with full force, launching it toward the demon, but it kicked back with much more power than she did.

It went back and forth, the ball either going to Nezuko or launching back to the demon. 

Nezuko was supposed to be a distraction, to let you have a good hit on it. 

But, the Demon was smarter than it looked. 

As you jumped to your feet, the bamboo in your mouth cut off a little from the Demon's sudden growing nails, them soon forming oversized Katana's 

Tanjiro's eyes widened, not believing what he was seeing. He was hurt really bad, too much to continue in the battle.  His leg broke from that ball, making him unable to fight but watch with fear in the pit of his stomach. 

His eyes landed on you cutting the demon's finger nails, but you not seeing the oncoming fist from her other hand. 

He was about to stand an warn you, but the fist already made impact with your side, making you launch pretty far back. 

With one final blow, Nezuku kicked the colorful ball back, making the demon move it's head to the side, barely missing as the ball slammed into the tree behind. 

You're body slammed into the boulder, your ears hearing a cracking sound from your back as you let out a tiny, yet quiet groan. 

"(Y/n)-Chan!!!!!" A familiar cry sounded, your eyes soon shooting back open as the pain didn't matter to you. 

(Author: If your confused on why you responded to Tanjiro's call, you can feel the vibrations of their voices from far away, also you recognizing the different patterns, to know who's talking to you. Alright, back to the story!)4

Landing back onto the ground, your back felt sliding on the hard, smooth rock, your feet then feeling snow under them. 

Glaring back up, you saw Nezuko and the Demon dodging each other, a hit or die at this point. 

Calming yourself down, you cleaned off the ankle blood from earlier, reading yourself as your feet slid slightly onto the snow. 

Readying yourself, you jumped forward, causing the grown and snow under you to explode, giving you some extra boost. 

Nezuko kicked the demon's legs but couldn't knock it down; instead, the creature grabbed Zuko's throat, making your sister whimper slightly. 

"NEZUKO!!!" Tanjiro yelled, about to get up and attack. But instead, he threw his katana towards the Demon, making the handle hit it's head. 

Screaming, the demon dropped Nezuko who easily landed back onto her feet. 

Stumbling back a bit, Nezuko saw the Demon's eyes growing a certain color, a green glow. 

Thinking that glow could be dangerous, Nezuko punched the demon, making it launch back as it tumbled across the snow. 

Before it could get far, you caught the Demon's face with your tiny hands, slamming the Demon onto it's back. 

Its eyes widened, and the sudden green glow shined Upon you. 

"(Y/n)! Don't look at its eyes-" But Tanjiro forgot you were deaf as he saw your (E/c) eyes look straight into the Demon's eyes. 

Soon the glow started to grow, moving crazily as it began to go around you. 

'Shit, it's a teleporting demon!' Tanjiro thought, instantly getting up to help, ignoring the Pain in his leg. 

The light started to get dustier, getting closer to your form as you looked around, your eyes getting worried. 

Nezuko tried to get to you, but the demon knocked her back with its leg, making her stumble. 

On the other hand, you couldn't go anywhere; all you could do was just stand there and let the light engulf you. 

Tanjiro charged towards the demon, thinking that he would chop its head off, but instead, he got punched in the face, making the poor boy get knocked out to the ground. 

Your eyes widened, your vision only seeing your knocked-out brother, his body engulfed in the snow. 

Nezuko ran towards him, leaning down to his level as she took him in his arms. 

Her eyes landed on your scared ones, seeing there was no way to get you out of the situation. 

A single tear escaped your eye, looking at your sister as she was about to sign something to you. 

Letting Tanjiro rest on her shoulder, she brought her hands up. 

'Don't be scared (Y/n), we'll get you back, I promise." And with that, more tears trickled down your face as the final green glow fully engulfed you, leaving your eyes heavier. 

Your eyelids saw the green no more, bringing your sight to nothing...

Nothing but darkness.

.....

......

......

*GASP!*

Shooting straight up, your body flung the covers off as the coldness of the air hit your skin, sweat dripping off your forehead.

Panting heavily, the bamboo from your mouth was no longer there. Your voiceless pants quietly sounded throughout the broken-up, nonclean room. 

What a nightmare!

Your torn-up clothes were drenched with sweat, your body shaking with fear, the wind making it worse through the broken windows.

The bed was uncomfortable, the mattress having holes with bugs crawling out, as the only place you could lay was in the middle, which had a huge dent from you.

You didn't know where you were or where the demon you fought took you, but all you know is that this place looks far different from your home and way more advanced in technology.

This place could have demons, so you needed to be careful as you kept your guard up ever since you'd arrived, which was three or two weeks ago.

Not knowing peak information, you thought the buildings and stuff in this land were pretty cool. Different types of houses, metal moving boxes, and odd clothing. Even the food was other here, as it smelled absolutely divine, as many people didn't have to hunt here, which was interesting.

The weather was even amazing! It wasn't snowing all the time, it was nice and cool, and it even rained! it never rains where you are from.  

But, the two or three week's you've been here, it's been hard for you. 

Especially finding the food you want.

Money here in this land is hard to achieve, as humans here take money seriously.

All the humans shunned you or told you to get money from each other, shocking you as you didn't expect anyone to be so rude.

Point aside, that dream hit you hard as you decided to get some fresh air away from this dumpy place.

Lazily, your body tiredly moved off the torn-up bed, your bare feet landing on the beaten-up, old hardwood floors. 

Already have the fate of blisters lining the bottom of your feet, you learned to ignore the pain, as you adjusted your messy hair.

Feeling the creeks from the wood, your hands grabbed onto the window in front of you, suddenly pushing it open. 

Gusts of wind startled you as it blew hard onto your face, causing you to cringe from how cold it was. 

Even though it didn't snow, it was colder without proper clothing.

But, you were used to it by now. 

It wasn't too late in the night, your (E/c) eyes landing on the clock beside, motioning that it was 8:00 in the evening. 

You don't do much but survive, trying to get by each day as you wait for your siblings to bring you back home. 

Still today, you're scared that something might happen, and this world is more terrible than you think.

These humans could be demons, working for Muzan and ready to pounce on you any second.

Hopping onto the metal floor of your balcony, your Kamono blowed with the strong wind behind, showing your thighs as your body shivered in the cold. 

Jumping slightly, your right foot kicked off the railing, bringing your body up more as your hand grabbed the roof's edge above. The length of your hair tickled your back/neck, making you itchy. 

Using all your arm strength, you pushed your body up to the roof, your legs cutely kicking the air for extra oomph. 

Making it, your legs crawled closer to the middle, the pain hitting you from the rough surface. 

Crawling around, your face looked towards the moon, you but sitting down as your arms held both legs closer, your eyes glancing upwards.

The moon shined upon your form, making you not look like a demon but a beautiful young woman. 

You had never seen the moon this close before, as it always seemed far away, and you had never gotten to see it as other demons crawled out at night.

But, right now, it was peaceful, and refreshing, as you just enjoyed the sight in front of you.

Your old kimono showed some of your curves, the ripped parts overexposing a little, but you can't even fix it if you try. 

The wind continued to blow through your long/short locks, like it's dancing to a beautiful song. 

Even though you can't hear anything, you could definitely tell that the trees here are going to sound beautiful if you weren't deaf. 

oh,right.

Deaf.

And Voiceless.

I just remembered that part.

Being born deaf and Voiceless and then abandoned by your mother is not a good combo.

Once your parents also found out you were a demon, they had to take you away.

It bothered you why they did that? You wouldn't hurt anyone. When people see or hear about demons, they think of the cold-blooded assassins and man-eating things that kill humans just for fun. 

But, you and Nezuko weren't like that. 

Instead, you two were the most sweetest things on the planet, even good looking too. 

God, you missed Nezu-chan so much. 

She's older than you and treats you like you are her child, which is very cute. 

Both of you give Tanjiro head pats every day, play games, and go on amazing adventures, but now that you're gone, you'd never get to do that anymore...

Your eyes sadden, eyebrows furrowing as the sad memorie of the dream kept replaying in your head. 

If you'd hadn't been stupid and gotten surrounded by the green light, you've never would've ended up here in the first place.

This world was very strange, and very scary...

Human's in this world were very mean, shutting you out when you were looking for shelter. 

Some nights, you had to take advantage of shelter outside, meaning you had to sleep on the cold, wet, floor.

It didn't help that the human's looked at you, disgusted of the way your living. 

But it was never your fault. 

All you've ever done was scavenge for food in the trash cans, since no one will give you food. 

Sometimes, the human from the convenience store will give you some buns, but it's better than starving to death back in your world. 1

You're eyes continued to look up at the moon, yourself calming down as your body didn't shake anymore. 

The nightmare has completely left your mind, the single tear dripping off of your cheek, and onto your lap. 

Moving your hand, it landed on the now wet spot onto your skin, making your fragile, cold fingers rup the tear drop onto your skin . 

So focused on the moon, you ignored the pain you were feeling from Sitting for a long time. 

But your focus was soon interrupted when you felt Vibrations throughout your ears. 

It confused you, it wasn't anything you've recognised before. 

Not sounding like an object, you became cautious of the new sound because it could be dangerous, as you listened closely once more.

To your knowledge and close listening, it turned out that It wasn't even a something, but someone. 

A person. 

But not just any person.

A new human.

You're eyes then closed, focusing on the vibrations as you could sense who this person was. 

And what his name is.

Seeming to hear another vibration, the device held against his ear was the cause, as another voice came out of it, which freaked him out. But, you've seen those things before; a bunch of humans has them as if the object was popular here.

The vibrations of both of their voices didn't seem to be loud or rough, but it was a soft beet for both, which means... 

They must be nice humans, and not demons.

Though, It made you curious, wanting to know who these humans are.

And it especially made you curious on how a human can fit into the tiny box with other tiny boxes.

So, thinking to ease your curiosity, you decided to get a closer look, as your legs stoop up, walking closer to the edge of the roof.

Not knowing if the human was down on the street, your eyes landed on him again, getting a better look as his silver hair shined in the moonlight.  

Your head tilted, but somehow your eyes sparkled as his face suddenly came into view, making you able to see his handsome features more clearly.

A tiny blush hinted your cheeks, as you couldn't help but stare and watch his lips move.

Not knowing what he was saying, you could still feel his vibrations through your body and ears, making it easier to tell that it was the human. 

His smell notified you he wasn't a demon either, as it relieved you in so many ways, but you couldn't smell the human in the box thing.

He seemed to be by himself, his wholesome self shining in the moonlight as he scratched the back of his neck, smiling brighter than the moon itself. 

You wanted to get a closer look at him, he seemed like a nice human to talk to that won't shoo you off. 

So that's exactly what you decided to do.

Taking action, you quietly ran for it while he was facing away, giving you the opportunity to jump off the roof. 

The silhouette of your body shined in the moonlight behind him, your eyes shining as the silvered hair boy had sparkles around him. 

You're cheeks rose to high temperatures, your heart beating crazy as you could see his laughing face. 

Gosh he was perfect, he didn't even look dangerous at all. 

Even if he might be working for that demon, you'd had to see it to believe it.

As you're feet landed on the concrete below, you tried your best to quietly run closer to him, trying your best not to get caught. 

Hell, you can't hear, so you don't know if your being quiet or not, but you tried your best.

You're eyes landing on a strange, blocky barrier. A perfect hiding spot to watch the weird yet perfect human. 

Luckily, you were quick as a cheetah, so getting to the wall wasn't a big problem. 

But, again you couldn't hear, so you don't know how loud you were being. 

The closer you got, the more his Vibrations increased more, letting you finally feel the conversation he was in. 

"I know, Daichi. I'm just scared they won't get along-"

'Don't worry Suga, they will. I have a feeling. Besides, it looked like they were getting the hang of the partner thing outside the gym today." 

The human chuckled, his body turning around as you hid more behind the wall, not wanting him to spot you. 

His uniform fit him well, every fabric of the clothing hugged his body, showing off his handsome features. 

You're cheeks turned a hint of pink, but not much as you've never felt this feeling before. It was weird the way your heart was beating faster, while feeling his voice vibrations the same time. Even though you can't hear, you could tell his voice was sweet from the softness of the Vibrations. 

"Yeah, I even saw them practicing outside during lunch. It surprised me how better they are, and improving. Maybe locking them out wasn't so bad Daichi." 

"This is why you should trust me instead of scolding me suga."

"Hey, I didn't scold, that's your Job now." 

The human heard his laugh, both of them staying silent for a while. 

He could hear Daichi on the other line, entering somewhere, probable at his house. Once those familiar voices of his family rang though Suga's ears, he probably thought it was best to let him go. 

"Sounds like your home Daichi, I'll see you tomorrow." 

"Sounds good, Goodnight." 

Suga smiled, his eyes looking at the empty street in front of him. 

"Goodnight Daichi." Moving the phone away from his ear, he hanged up while his hand shoved the weird device in his pocket. 

You're eyes still stared at him, sparkled hinted your pupils as you were so mesmerized by him. 

Feeling the sudden cramp in your left leg, you moved it slightly, but to only have your foot land on a branch below you. 

Not knowing it's their, the feeling of something breaking hit your foot, making your eyes then widened.

Suga heard something break, which made him jump a bit as his body moved into the direction you were in. 

But, as he looked that way, he didn't see anyone behind him. "H-hello?!" He asked, wanting and not wanting a response, as he got his answer, silence.

Confused, his head tilted a bit. "Huh...weird..." He mumbled, still looking at the wall you were behind. 

He still had a weird feeling in his gut, a feeling that he might not be alone on this street. 

Nervous, he gulped as his feet began to walk, wanting to check behind the wall. 

Your back hit against it, your eyes shut as you were scared, yourself not feeling his vibrations anymore.

Did he hear you?

What if he's not nice, but instead really dangerous?

Is he a demon? Wait, he's not, you forgot.

Besides, he's to handsome for that. 

Maybe you should take another peak-

*SLAM!**

Yep.

Your body forcefully rammed straight into him, causing you and the person in front of you fall to the ground. 

Feeling some familiar vibrations through your ears, you and the stranger slammed to the ground, you landing on something soft and squishy. 

You could feel the person grain from the impact, you both not expecting that fall. 

Sugawara's back hurt so bad, the concrete causing so much pain from that fall. 

He didn't mean to startle you, nore did he knew you were behind there. It's always when he investigates things, he gets himself and other people in trouble, which makes him not want to open his eyes.  

Not really wanting to see who ran into him, his eyes stayed closed shut, scared to do anything. 

But, he has to see who ran into him, to see if their okay at least. 

It's just the kindness in him.

Slowly, his eyes began to open, the View of a blurred silhouette came into his View. 

Okay. 

Now he was confused. 

The stranger had (H/L), (H/S) hair, which looked like hair belonging to a girl. 

Shaking his head, his eyes fully opened now, your entire view entering his gaze. 

His eyes began to widened, his cheeks turning pink while looking at your form...

ON TOP OF HIM!?!?

He started to freak out, you beautiful (E/c) eyes sweetly looking into his sole, your outfit exposing a little too much for his liking. 

You're (H/c) (H/l) hair fell across your neck/back/shoulders, his eyes noticing it blowing with the wind. 

The moon shined brightly upon you, making Suga's heart suddenly beat faster, his mind thinking that you are a legit goddess. 

Great, now he's turning into Tanaka and Noya...

But, Suga's mouth was so wide, it caused your head to tilt slightly. 

Why does this human look so weird? Has he never seen a demon before?

Looking around, your eyes looked to your outfit below, then it hit you. 

Oh.

He doesn't seem to fond of your outfit. 

But you wore this everyday, and Tanjiro and Nezuko didn't look angry at all. 

Yes, it was a little revealing, but every women in your world wore this kind of kimono-

Oh, no you see the problem. 

OHHHHH!

Your face flushed, as you began to cover your slight exposed chest area.

You're thighs were sitting right on top of his 'area', as your leg's were wrapped around his waist. 

The way you're sitting on his legs made him even more embarrassed and nervous, as if a person where to see, they would get the wrong idea immediately.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you, as you were basically glowing, your curves, your skin showing through your ripped dress, the way you were straddling him-SHIT!

This time, smoke began to shoot out of his ears, making you jump slightly as some of it hit your cheeks. 

His head turned completely red, himself looking like a tea kettle right off the fire. Sitting up, he was inches away from your face, as he began to freak out.

"A-ARE YOU OKAY! I"M SORRY I RAN INTO YOU PRETTY- I MEAN MA'AM!! A-ARE YOU H-HURT O-OH GOSH I MADE YOUR DRESS RIP! Blah Blah blah."  (Our adorable cute shy boy! UwU) 

You could feel his Vibrations beating faster and harder, notifying that he is freaking out by the look if his head moving in all directions, his hand's rapidly waving in front of him. 

It was quite cute, his action's making you let out a muffled,  gruff giggle. 

The human froze, his eyes slowly looked up to you holding your slightly exposed stomach. 

Where you....laughing?

Seeing your hand uncover your face, you're smile came into view as his ears heard the very quiet laugh. 

He thought it was quite cute, the quietness of it made him think you were quite shy. 

You reminded him of Asahi for some reason, the way you didn't just snapped at him made suga believe you were super kind. 

But, he didn't want to provoke you getting angry. 

Hell, he didn't even know he was staring until your pointer finger suddenly poked his cheek. 

You're eyes sparkled, amazed by how soft and squishy the humans cheeks were. 

Giggling more, both of your hands grabbed a hold of his cheeks, making him instantly freeze and go red again.

"T-Those are my cheeks! Y-You seem to be fond of them, huh?" He asked, his voice sounding more calmer than before. 

But, of course you can't hear him as your head suddenly tilted. 

It made the setter confused, did he say something wrong? OH GOSH WAS HE BEING TOO MUCH OF A PERV AND HE DIDN'T KNOW IT?!

As your hands let go of his soft, squishy cheeks, you sat up as your but fully sat on top of him, the clothing on becoming looser than before. 

It showed a lot of your chest, the sleeves hanging loosely off of your shoulders. 

He also noticed that you looked quite dirty, some scratches caught his eyes as some blood dripped from your beaten up shoulders and stomach, as blood was left on his white shirt.

Lifting up your hands, you pointed to both of your ears, then made an X with your arms, notifying him that you can't hear.

Somehow, you saw that he understood when his eyes widened. 

'She can't hear me...?' he thought, now seeing your hand moved from an X, the right hand pointing to your mouth. 

Looking carefully, he saw you make the x again, notifying that you can speak also.

His eyebrows furrowed, feeling deeply bad for you as you just blankly looked at him, seeing how sad he turned. 

Was he disappointed?

Did he not like the idea of you being deaf?

And voiceless? 

Somehow, your eyes began to water, your eyes not going off of him as Suga looked the other way. 

But, his eyes met yours again when he felt a drop of water hit his pants. 

Then, he saw your tears. 

His heart breaking as your eyes became puffy, your cute, yet sad face looked away. 

You're hands whipped the pool of tears down your face, ashamed of yourself that you even went to this human. 

The quiet sounds of your gruff, ugly sobbs ran through his ears, it broke his heart.

Did he do something wrong?! Shit! He should've kept his mouth shut!

Luckily, Kurasuno taught a sign language class, which pays off that he finally get's to use it. 

He didn't want to see you cry, but only too see your pretty smile again. 

Lifting up his hand, you felt the warmth of the human's fingers under your chin, them moving your head to look at the Silver human again. 

He smiled at you, causing you're crying to come a hold as his thumbs whipped your falling tears. 

Lifting up his other hand, he started to sign to you.

'Don't cry, it doesn't suit your pretty face.' He told you, suddenly making your eyes widened. 

He could see the sparkles in your eyes as excitement ran through your blood, your heart beating faster. 

Smiling, your left hand touched his face. 

'I thought you'd hate me...'  You confessed, you're right hand falling to your side, causing the boys eyes to widened. 

'Why would I hate you? You're so nice!' He replied, you're blush rising more from his very nice comment. 

'All the other human's here are super mean, besides I'm Deaf and Voiceless. Wouldn't that scare you?' 

Suga laughed, causing your head to tilt in confusion. 

'Why are you laughing? Did I say something wrong-'

'No! No! Not at all, it's just, it's cute that you think that way. Why would I be scared of you? I think everyone is made the same, deaf, Voiceless, blind. Everyone is unique in their own way. So no, you don't scare me." He explained, suddenly making your eyes wider. 

You're heart was warm, you're body suddenly feeling comfortable with the presence with his human. 

His kind words made your heart beat, making you just want to hug him there and then. 

But, Instead, you got up as you moved your hand out towards him, lending it to help the human up.

Looking at it, he smiled is his suddenly warm, yet soft hands intertwined with yours. 

Pulling him up to his feet, suga grabbed his satchel from the floor, slinging it back over his shoulder. 

Before he could sign anything to you, he felt your arms instantly wrapped around your waist, pulling him closer to your offering warm hug. 

His eyes widened from your action's, but soon he cave in as his muscular arms started to snake around your waist. 

He could feel you wincing from your wounds, hsi heartbreaking that he knows your in pain. 

When he had the chance to look around, he didn't see any of your family members or anyone around you.

But, his mind couldn't stop thinking of the word you said earlier. 

Human's.

It's odd, because he never heard a person call people that before. 

Human's? That's so informal. 

It sounded like you weren't form here, or anywhere at that. 

But, he probable was hallucinating from how tired and droopy he was from practice. 

So, he decided to put that thought and he'll ask you about it later. 

As both of you let go of eachother, suga grabbed a hold of your hands, his mouth forming that o-so sweet smile.

'I'm Sugawara Koshi, what's your name?' He asked, you're eyes sparkling form how cute his name is. 

Suga....

It suits him. 

He's basically like a walking cake.

A delicious, cute looking cake. 

Smiling at him again, you backed away from the human, suddenly lifting up your hands. 

'My name is (Y/n) Kamado, I'm a silent Demon from another world...Nice to meet you Sugawara Senpai'

Wait....

Sugawara froze from your words, his eyes instantly looking at you up and down. 

He was very confused on what you just said, his mind processing that same sentence. 

Y-You weren't from this world? So other worlds do exist?!

How is that even possible??

Yet, how in the world did you get here?

It made since that he's never seen your relatives or friends around...

But, those cut's...did you arrive with them?

It also surprised that you told him y-you where a-a....

......

......

.....

......

'DEMON?!?'

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[chaitducky]

My Cat???

My cat is slowly getting smarter?? it's like, slightly scaring me.

His name is Sunshine, he's a bit older than a year old now, I'm not actually sure. I got him from a friend who found him, and his siblings, but they died.

So, like, I got Sunshine about a year ago. I literally taught him everything he needed to know, from escaping his cage when he wanted my attention, to laying on his back so I can hold him like a baby.

Well after an incident at my mom's house, Sunshine moved to my dad's house. He's been happy here, my dad likes him because he hunts the snakes, and my younger stepsister absolutely adores him.

Problem: Sunshine has been slowly getting smarter. And it slightly scares me

The other day I woke up like half awake, turned away from Sunshine who was lying in bed with me. Nothing out of the ordinary, AND THEN THIS LITTLE FUCKER USES A SINGLE PAW TO MOVE MY BLANKET BACK TO HE CAN LAY AGAINST MY SKIN AND UNDER MY BLANKET??????? I was genuinely scared as fuck because he's never done this before, and he doesn't have opposable thumbs???

But I brush it off, everything is ok. It was probably an accident; he's always been a smart cat.

Well just now I was talking to my dad about how I raised Sunshine. In a couple years I wanna take him to college with me, he's my son, of course he's gonna go to college with me. My dad wants to get a replacement kitten for my stepsister to bond with when Sunshine leaves the house because she is absolutely obsessed with Sunshine, and she will be absolutely devastated when Sunshine leaves. I don't think she really understands that Sunshine is mine, not a family cat.

Anyways, we were standing there talking. And then suddenly the urinal flushes? It was Sunshine. Sunshine enjoys sitting in the urinal, when my siblings and I are in the bathroom he'll hop in the (unused bc Sunshine sits in it) urinal to watch us. Never before has he flushed the urinal. It wasn't an accident. If it was an accident he would have been sitting in the urinal, instead, he was standing on his back legs with one paw on the urinal side and one paw on the handle, just siting there, watching the water flush.

Listen, I love my oddly human cat. He's always been smarter. He understands new things faster than other cats my family has had, and he acts oddly human, going as far as to "talk" and "respond" to us with meows. But he's never really done "human" stuff. I still love the little fluff ball, but seriously, wtf is up with him. Why is he suddenly doing human stuff?

Other thing, he knows what video games are? I don't know if he understands exactly what they are, but he understands the premise of them. If you're playing a game he likes (yes, he has preferences) he'll sit in your lap and just watch you play the game. It's gotten to the point that he has his own chair by the computer so he can sit and watch the games and take naps.